#sgt.crow

[ask-sgtcrow]

spider-crow?

a teen AND spiderman au? my genius knows no bounds.

lmk if ye want more 😈 i’ve got more………….

[ask-sgtcrow]

closed rp w/ @ask-gaz

very late MERMAY SPECIAL

Crow understood that a break was what he needed. It would do him some good to have time off, time to relax, as much as he refused to admit it.

But England, of all places. Out of everywhere his captain could have sent him to, Crow was to spend leave in England. He was almost worried he’d done something wrong for his captain to be filled with such spite but he was shipped off to the North Sea’s coastline before he could ask.

…The beach was nice though.

Begrudgingly, Crow had found a loose routine in the remote cabin he’d been given near the beach. It was walks with sand between his toes and late morning swims daily.

And the occasional adventure past the sand, where rocks threatened to damage the skin of his feet while he climbed them all for the sake of finding the quiet corners of the beach to properly sit and relax in, enjoy the sounds of waves washing up and… more waves splashing against the rocks.

He’d started to spend whole days in those closed off parts of the beach, next to tide pools and small caves on his own, tutting the occasional greeting to seagulls that decided to join him, blaming the feeling of being watched on them. When he’d return back to the cabin at the end of the day he’d always be covered in sand and more sunburn than the day before, but he didn’t mind.

That’s where he found the most trinkets, too. In his hideouts, every day he’d return for another day of lounging, he’d find things like shells and pretty rocks and sea glass he’d tell himself looked the same colour as his eyes, all left behind by the high tide, he’s sure. And he always pocketed them, knowing they’d look good in his assortment of collected items back on base.

And then a storm hit the coast. Crow knew it wasn’t too bad. He comfortably waited it out with a blanket over his shoulders and his sketchbook in hand.

Walking outside the next day made him realise that it actually was too bad, if how wrecked the beach had gotten was anything to go off of.

There was seaweed and even a few jellyfish thrown across the fields of sand, making the place look a right mess. And Crow got right to work cleaning it up. It was the least he could do to pay the beach back for its many gifts. And if he’d also gotten a little attached to the place over the last week or so, that was something only he got to know.

While he was letting a moon jellyfish slip from his hands back into the sea though, he heard a sudden commotion he didn’t expect to hear, something human with what he heard of a grunt.

His head snapped toward the sound, toward one of his ‘hideouts’, concern quickly building in his mind as he shot up onto his feet and another wince sounded from past the wall of rock.

About a million different worries ran through his brain as he made his way through the familiar path over. ‘Someone must have gotten caught in the storm’, ‘they have ta be hurt badly to be stuck there’, he told himself while effortlessly clambering into the hidden portion of the beach, eyes scanning the sand and water like the trained soldier he was.

[ask-sgtcrow]

Halloween Special with @ask-gaz

werewolf!crow x vampire!gaz :3

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Through the violence of the battlefield—the quick footsteps against uneven ground, practised reloading of firearms, screams, pained grunts, desperate pleas for backup—the sound of a howl is unmistakable.

It's rough, unique in its own right. And it's Crow's. All gritty and low pitched, a warning for anyone standing in his way.

For anyone in his general vicinity, actually. Any enemy soldier that stood against the horrific mess of black fur and sharp teeth found themselves ripped apart within moments, with only a hot breath of air against the back of their necks accompanied by a low growl to warn them.

Crow moved across the battlefield like any other of his fellow soldiers, poised with the deadly elegance you'd expect a hybrid between man and wolf to have. That is, there's not so much elegance at all. Man slips up sometimes and all that's left is a starved wolf, barely-tamed, in need of a good tug of his collar.

With each enemy successfully dispatched of, the growls of hunger would grow louder in the back of Crow's mind until he was throwing himself around the killing floor like he was now, tunnel-visioned on anyone that posed a threat, teeth bared at the slightest scent of blood, fear, weakness.

He was a sight for sore eyes, truly.

And a familiar one at that for one Kyle Garrick.

The smear of black fur shooting across his vision from a distance before the agonising scream of an enemy ripped through the air was a fond sight at this point. The barely restrained growls were near beautiful to hear amidst the grimness of the battle field.

Chaos ensued in the hands- no, jaws of Crow and it was majestic if not otherwise terrifying, horrific in its own right, deadly but magnificent.

Like any good dog, Crow finished his task quickly. He did what he was told to, if not a little more violently than he needed to. And before long the mission was done.

“Right.” The familiar voice of Captain John Price crackled to life in Kyle’s ear. “Garrick, get the dog back, we’re going.” An impossible—even deadly—task for some, but Kyle wasn’t like some.

When faced with the thousand pound mass of Crow in all his wolf glory, he could trust he wasn’t in danger. The heaving weight of Crow’s breaths, the danger in darkly coloured eyes that were eyeing Gaz were practically all for show. As were the bared teeth, his maw covered in blood, dripping with brutality, similarity to the shaggy mane his wolf form sported, matted with gore spilled from both his enemies and himself.

Crow stared down Gaz like he would any other enemy soldier. Except he wasn’t.

He stepped towards his boyfriend with a sharp gaze and his lips pulled into a snarl of a grin, tail wagging ever so subtly you wouldn’t notice it if you weren’t Gaz as he watched the man in front of him.

Blood soaked Crow’s coat, the smell undeniably working to set Gaz off, and Crow was grinning. Whining softly like a lost pup as he towered over his vampire, his own sight for sore eyes.

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[ask-sgtcrow]

You around? Gaz and I were gonna go out tonight if you’re in the mood.

i’m always in the mood.

what time are ye thinking?

[ask-sgtcrow]

gazcrow sparring smut fic when

((TEEHHEHEHE. oh anon……………))

((after consulting the higher powers this was the answer i received))

((please please please please please))

[ask-sgtcrow]

Could I bother you for a cig, Crow?

ye can indeed ;)

haven’t got that many left though... what are the chances of me earning any favours by giving ye one of my last cigs?

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The past few months, Nico had been on edge. Full of pent up energy from a lack of his usual activity. It made him tense, left on edge. Something he hadn’t felt in years.

What didn’t help was having to watch a group of recruits who didn’t know personal space.

It was innocent, really, just people who were curious about him. Though the talking over each other, the crowding, and how the air seemed to tighten, was getting to him.

Nico snapped at them. Particularly, one who was trying to look at his face up close. He didn’t mean it, no harm was truly done. Though he probably scared the recruits shitless.

He was separated almost immediately, being sent back to his barracks. Slamming his door on accident, bumping into his chair, and now sitting on his bed with his phone in shaky hands.

@sgt-fluffy

It’s never a surprise any time the recruits act up and, as a result, annoy someone. It’s really just a hobby of theirs at this point.

So Crow barely pays a group of them any mind when he walks past and overhears them whining about the consequences of their actions. He had better things to do than listen to them moan and groan over a superior that yelled at them or an exercise they had to do.

Except one of them mentioned someone who Crow was certain was Nico with the defensive tone they spoke in and the furrow of their brow, reeking irritation and a level of cluelessness that every recruit came with.

“I didn’t even do anything to the mutt. I didn’t know he’d get upset when I got close, I was just trying to look at him…”

Crow was turning in an instant, his own brows furrowed humourlessly. “What was that?” The words were spat with such real resentment that it had the recruits silent in an instant. Not truly bothered to scold them, not this time, Crow turned back around and walked past once more, heading in a direction he was fondly familiar with.

His phone was in his hands a couple steps later, a text to Nico already getting typed out.

[ how did looking after those youngins go? ]

[ are ya busy? ]

It was vague, but filled with enough intention that Crow figured Nico could tell he was already on the way to his room.