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[littleenglishfangirl]

expendable | Cassian Andor x reader

Authors notes: My first Cassian fic, and my first Star Wars fic in a long time! I am yet to actually finish the Andor show, but I just love Diego Luna sm, so I had to get something written for him while I have the time 🍪 I feel like the ending was a little rushed though 😕 Wordcount: 3.1k Warnings/Tags: mild angst, mentions of injury, negative self-talk, non-gendered reader (alluded to be shorter than Cassian), hurt-to-comfort Synopsis: You mess up on a job, leading to a fall out with Cassian. He isn't too pleased with how you choose to cope with it.

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You dragged breaths through your pursed lips, sucking in sharply as the med droid peeled your now tattered shirt away from the weeping blaster wound in your shoulder, doing your best to swallow your grunts as the bacta pads were laid over the skin – the instant cooling both soothing and sore at the same time. 

Heaving a sigh, you sunk back against the rough pillow of the bed, your head slumping back with a mixture of both exhaustion and relief as you felt the sticky gel start to work its magic already, the sharp ache replaced with a dull throbbing. 

You weren’t sure what you had expected from your first blaster wound, but you were surprised by just how much it burned. It seemed silly, thinking back on it now that you were safely back in the base, but at the time, it was all that you could think about. Well, that and—

“What did you think you were doing, disobeying me like that?” Cassian’s voice bellowed through the med bay as he pushed past a bustle of nurses and med droids, practically imploding when he finally found you in the masses of people. 

Gritting your teeth again you pulled your heavy head back up from the pillows, fixing him with a stare that you wouldn’t dare try with any of your other superiors. 

“I did what I had to to secure the intel. You would have done the exact same thing if you were in my position.” You practically spat the words out, grimacing again when you tried to push yourself to sit up further on the scratchy sheets, trying but failing to not flinch away from the nurse that was now trying to peel away the initial bandage to assess the real damage.

“I would have never gotten myself into that mess,” Cassian snapped, his hands pushing you back down against the pillows, keeping you still so the nurse could work. Despite the tone of his voice, his hands were surprisingly gentle, weighing down on your good shoulder and collarbone as the nurse peeled away the bacta. It was surprising that neither party madea comment on the way your heart rate sped up beneath his touch. “You’re lucky you are still alive,” he seethed, his voice dropping in volume as he gritted his teeth, pulling his eyes away from the gaping hole in your arm to your face, his eyes searching your face. 

It should have only been a simple mission. One you had both done countless times before, but you screwed up, you panicked, and now you were paying the price. You shuddered again as the nurse wrapped the wound back up, murmuring something to herself before pacing off to a supply stash. 

Cassian removed his hands from you as you settled back into the bedding again, breathing shallowly as the throbbing eased. “Like you have never made a mistake before, because you’re captain Andor and he never makes mistakes.” 

“I’m more responsible, not better,” he retorted defiantly, crossing his arms across his chest, “You always have to be a hero, to go and do whatever you think is right,” you finally dared to meet his eyes, his gaze boring into you, “and one of these days it is going to get you killed.” 

The anger in your chest boiled, rising like bile in your throat – “And if it is in service of the rebellion, then so be it!” you spat, eyes narrowing, completely unaware of the fact that half of the nurses that had previously been hovering ad now discreetly slipped away during what was quickly turning into a screaming match. “I am expendable. That is my job. You are not.” 

“Expendable? You?” Cassian practically bit out a laugh, the sound rough and sharp as his head dropped, shaking slowly. “Why are you–” 

“I want to be alone–” you started, cutting him off before he could reprimand you again, “–please.” Your gaze fixed itself on the medbay’s ceiling, desperate to look anywhere but at him. 

You could see him pause for a second out of the corner of your eye, arms unfurling from his chest, fists clenching at his sides as he scoffed again. “Fine”, his voice was gruff from shouting but now devoid of any energy. He turned, pausing only briefly in the doorway, “You know where I am if you need anything.” 

And with that, he slipped through the doors again.  

The soft material of your cot was a massive upgrade from the scratchy blankets in the med bay, and you sunk into them almost immediately, the tension practically melting from your spine as you let your body go limp against your thin mattress. Your quarters were far smaller than the medical bay, but they were cosy, warm, and most importantly, private. All you had wanted to do from the moment he had stormed off was sleep, but the constant bustle of nurses and med droids had left little opportunity. Now, however, nestled into the bedding you had managed to smuggle off a stopover planet, your eyes finally drifted shut, your head feeling impossibly heavy against your worn pillows. 

You had barely drifted off when you were thrown bolt upright again, your muscles tensing and flexing of their own accord, your shoulder burning with a phantom shot as your stomach twisted, threatening with all its might to bring up the poor excuse of a dinner you had managed hours earlier. 

Pressing your fingers to your lips, you eased yourself back against your pillows, your hand moving to ghost over the bandages on your shoulder, finding them still securely in place. 

But it had felt so real – the firefight, Cassian shouting for you to get back to the ship, to leave the intel drive and get out, but it was so close, it had only skidded a few feet in front of you. He stood briefly to cover your escape and you darted – but not towards the ship like he had ordered, towards the small drive between you and the troopers. 

With it safely curled in your fingers you turned again, scrambling to stand and finally dart to the ship when you heard his shouts, turning at the last minute to see the troopers perfectly lined up shot…

You had jumped again without thinking, shoving your captain out of the way, your fear taking over your body – only for it to be quickly replaced with the worst pain of your life… 

Standing on shaky legs you crossed to the pitcher and bowl on your table, pouring out some of the water and splashing it over your face, letting the droplets mix with the sheen of sweat and tear tracks as they rolled over your skin, washing away the fear again. 

With a huff, you turned again, resting more uneasily against your sheets as your eyes closed again. But sleep wouldn’t be so easy. Not when the image of his lifeless body threatened the corners of your mind every time it went dark. 

You repeated the cycle of trying to sleep, getting a couple of hours at a time at best for the next two days, or so you would estimate. You were warned by the med droid that it could take a few days to kick the fatigue, but this was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and the lack of sound rest was hardly helping. 

Uncertainly, you peaked around your door, stepping out of your room only when you were sure the corridor was clear. You had made a pitiful attempt to ignore the growling in your stomach for the last hour, and the only solution was two floors down in the mess hall. The soft slippers you had opted for helped you to stay quiet as you padded down the stairs, smiling and nodding a general ‘hello’ at anyone you passed, thankful that the bandages still firmly wrapped around your upper torso gave some kind of visual excuse for your choice of what were essential pyjamas to walk around the base in in the middle of the afternoon. 

With it being a good two hours after the general lunch hour, the mess hall was relatively empty and, much to your relief, free from a certain captain. The only downside being that it meant it was also largely free from any of the good food. 

With a quiet huff, you gathered what you could, shoving a few packets of snacks into your pockets before trudging back up to your room, opting to skim over the back of one of the packets to try and work out exactly what you had scrounged as you somewhat dawdled back down what you thought was the empty corridor to your dorm. 

The sound of your name reverberating off the bare walls had you pause mid-step, a sudden wave of dread settling on your shoulders before you picked up your pace again, not daring to turn back around, even as his heavy footsteps followed you. You told yourself it was because you didn't want to face a debriefing, another dressing down for disobeying him. But you knew deep down you knew it was more than that. It was the fear that he would look at you with that same look of disdain in his eyes that he had when he had hauled you back onto the ship. 

You had come to terms with the fact that you felt more than simple respect for Cassian Andor several months ago, after a recon mission had left you both stranded together and alone in a small rebel hideout, with nothing to do but wait and play ‘happy families’ until rescue was able to reach you. It was bliss, if you were honest with yourself. You two had always worked well together, but it was different, somehow. It felt natural to pretend to be his for just a few weeks. But he was your superior, and it was throwing off your judgement. 

It wasn’t long after you had managed to shut your door that the heavy knocks started, each thud heavy and deliberate. 

“I know you’re in there,” Cassian’s voice rang out from the other side, an exasperated sigh following when you continued to sit silently, staring at the other side like a loth cat in headlights. “Open the door, please.” 

You fought the urge to scoff at his demanding tone, the anger still evident. “Is that an order, captain?” you snarked back, but you knew your energy was not in it. 

You heard him huff again, “If it means you will open the door, yes. It’s an order.” The usual commanding tone was there, but as you unfolded yourself from your bed and crossed the small room, you could have sworn you detected an ounce of desperation. He was leaning against the door frame as you pulled the door open a crack, his eyes instantly looking up to meet you, straightening himself as you hovered in the doorway. 

“Are you going to make us do this in the corridor?” he asked, raising a brow. Biting the inside of your cheek you rolled your eyes, regretting it slightly when your strained, tired eyes ached. Nevertheless, you stood to the side, opening the door just enough for him to slip in and close it behind him. 

Your heart hammered in your chest as you flopped back down onto your bed again, fixing your gaze out of the small window. You wrapped your arms around your legs, your palms finding purchase on the fabric of your soft trousers to try and dry the sweat from your palms. Just looking at him had your nightmare flashing behind your eyes again. 

“You have been ignoring me.” He stated simply. You weren’t too sure if it was supposed to be a question or not, but he continued to watch you, and you presumed he was expecting a response.

“Yes.” You replied simply, your voice quiet. 

You could take out his jaw clenching in the corner of your vision, rocking a little in place in frustration. “Why?” He pushed sharply, hands coming to rest on his hips.

You shrugged, a hand instantly coming to rest on your aching shoulder at the movement. “I was letting myself heal.” It wasn’t a lie. 

Perhaps if you have had a little more rest, you would have realised that lying so blatantly to one of the rebellion's best spies was a fool's game.

“You have been healed.” His gaze was intense, studying your face even as you refused to look at him. “Stop lying to me.” 

Exhaling slowly, the air slipping past your relaxed lips, your fingers rubbed absentmindedly at your shoulder. He was right, your shoulder looked almost as good as new already. But it ached whenever you thought about him – a phantom burn that was present more often than not. 

“I presumed that you wanted a break from someone so reckless,” you finally hummed, eyes glazing over as they defocused on the small silhouettes of people moving back and forth over the tarmac below you. 

Cassian’s fingers curled into fists at his side. You could tell that he wanted to yell, his frustration starting to boil over as he bit at the inside of his cheek. 

“Don’t do that. Don’t make it about me.” He inched closer, desperate to have you meet his gaze. His voice finally softened, a hint of vulnerability creeping in as he spoke, “just look at me.” 

You snorted softly, shaking your head, “But it’s always about you, Cassian. Can’t you see that?” 

His expression darkened, the bitterness in your voice cutting into him roughly. “What is that supposed to mean?” He shot back, his defences rising again as he stepped forward instinctively, closing the gap between you. “I can never understand what is going through your head, always putting yourself at risk. Throwing yourself into danger like no one cares, trying to–“

“– I just can’t stand to see you hurt!” You finally broke, pressing yourself to stand up in your anger without realising just how close he had gotten.  “I do what I do to protect you. That is my job. That is my goal. Because without you the rebellion means nothing – without you, I have nothing to fight for.” You were practically panting by the time your mind had caught up to what you had confessed, but you made no effort to move away, watching as his eyes widened at your outburst, lips faltering around half-formed words. 

He wanted to argue, to protest, to tell you that the rebellion needed you just as much as it needed him. But something in your eyes silenced him. Something in the way the anxiety and vulnerability swam beneath the surface that made his heart ache. 

Huffing at his silence, taking it as confirmation of your fears, you moved to turn away, “not so vocal now, are you.” 

His hand moved on instinct, grasping your wrist tenderly, his calloused palm rough against the skin, anchoring you in place. 

“I’m trying to hold my composure, which is damn near impossible with you.” 

You went to scoff, hand twitching in his grasp when he shushed you. 

“Don’t scoff,  don’t brush me off, and don’t walk away from this. Not until you hear what I have to say.” 

The proximity was almost intoxicating, your mind racing at a million miles an hour as a warmth blooms across your chest, radiating up your arm from where he held you. You were sure from where his fingers pressed against your wrist that he could feel the way your heartbeat quickened. 

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing with the effort as he wet his parted lips, “you frustrate me, you infuriate me,” he started, fingers twitching slightly in the fear you might pull away, “you’re reckless and defiant and impulsive…” his voice trails off, his eyes dropping unmistakably down to your lips, lingering there and seemingly stealing the thoughts from his head. 

“But?…” you urged, sensing the word hanging in the air. 

“But,” he wet his lips again nervously, “but I love you regardless. And I can not bear to lose you.” 

Cassian’s breath hitched in his throat as you pressed up onto your tiptoes and closed the gap between you, your lips pressing to his desperately and with little finesse. His body tensed slightly in surprise before he surrendered to the moment. His hands moving instinctively to your hips, pulling you up against him as he returned the kiss with equal fervor. All the frustration, all the tension, all the fear he had been suppressing in the last three days melting away on your lips. 

Your fingers found purchase in the lapels of his jacket, twisting the fabric to pull him closer to you, as if he might disappear when you opened your eyes again. Cassian similarly pulled you closer, his arm snaking around your waist to hold you tight against his chest, your back bending just a little as he clung to you, his other hand weaving its way into your hair, tilting your head back to angle your mouth even closer to his, murmuring your name against your lips. 

Finally desperate for air, you parted, but only enough to rest your foreheads against one another. His breathing was laboured, the air around him suddenly feeling too cold against his flushed skin. 

“Please, never let me go again,” you asked softly, your gaze flicking between his eyes. 

The arm around your waist tightened, the palm now resting against your cheek moving slightly to allow his thumb to brush against the soft skin. “Never,” he murmured, his voice slightly hoarse. “I’ll never let you go again.” 

You swallowed thickly, finally finding it within yourself to be truthful with him, “I didn’t want to avoid you,” you started uncertainly, worrying your lower lip between your teeth for a moment, “I just couldn’t stop replaying what happened. I couldn’t stop dreaming about it. I barely slept, because I was so scared that if I hadn't jumped, you wouldn’t be here anymore…” 

He shushed you softly, eyes softening as his hands came to cup your cheeks, carefully urging you to meet his eyes again. 

“I’m here,” he reassured you gently, something resolute in his tone. “I’m alive. We’re alive.” His hands slipped from your cheeks, down your arms, until his fingers were entwined with yours, squeezing gently. 

Nodding quickly, you released a shaky breath, glancing down at where his hands cradled yours. “Stay with me, please?” taking a few steps back towards your bed, you pulled on his hands softly, “I don’t want to be alone anymore.” 

Cassian’s expression softened further and he moved with you, his hand still tightly entwined with yours as he followed you. 

“I won’t leave your side,” he promised.

[waywardsou2]

Shirtless Cuddles with The Batch

Tags: Trans!Reader/M!Reader, masculine terms, AFAB reader, romantic but fluffy, cuddles, just general nice fluff, gayness

A/N: This is a scenario for all of my trans fellas out there. Or anyone that was born AFAB but isn't necessarily comfortable with their chest. How the Batchers would react if you wanted to sleep without your shirt on.

Basically, for context I am trans, and I am AFAB. I have not had top surgery yet but find it uncomfortable to sleep with my shirt on most nights. I've been stuck in the Bad Batch brain rot at the moment and was wondering what it would be like to cuddle with the Clones for the first time without a shirt on. In a fluffy romantic context tho. (I don't even know if any of this is making sense but if it does then please read on. Also I wanted to include Omega but didn't really know how to make that work so she unfortunately won't be in this one)

Scenario: You and your Clone are settling down for bed, it's been a long day and the missions have been rough recently. The two of you make your way to your shared quarters and you both begin changing for bed. You go to change out your shirt for another more comfortable one but you stop before you can even pull it over your head. You've been with your partner for a few years now and they know about your identity, they accept it wholeheartedly, but you've never taken the step to show them your body. You never felt ready, but something feels different tonight. "Hey, I want try something tonight?" Your Batcher turns to you and waits for you to respond looking slightly confused "I don't really want to wear my shirt tonight; it gets irritating sometimes. But I didn't know how you would react to my chest"

Hunter

Hunter turns to you and gives you a soft smile, he's knows that you toss and turn a lot of the night not being able to find a comfortable way to place your arms with your t-shirt twisted around you body. It the exact reason why he hardly wears a shirt in bead. He reaches forward and slips his fingers underneath your shirt, he looks at you for consent to keep going and when you nod, he gently pulls it over your head and tosses it aside. His hands rest on your hips, and he looks at you, he doesn't even bother to look at your chest. It doesn't matter to him, he loves you for you, not your body, he loves the handsome man standing in front of him.

The two of you walk over to the bed and settle under the covers, you turn inwards, so your chest is facing his and curl up, he wraps his arms around you, stroking the exposed skin of your back and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before looking back into your eyes, softly he says, "You will always be my handsome man, no matter what."

And with that you rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as his torso rises and falls with each steady breath.

Crosshair

Crosshair looks at you with a small question on his furrowed brow "Why are you asking me? It's your body so it's your choice"

Knowing that's as about as good as a response you are going to get from him you turn around and pull your shirt off, discarding it.

He looks at the floor as you do so but when you turn back around he looks up, he looks at your chest briefly but only for a moment, your arms are crossed over it, but doesn't think much of it. Your chest doesn't change his image of you. He gives you a wry but reassuring grin and pulls you over to the bed and the two of you climb in.

He isn't wearing a shirt either so as he rolls over and pulls your back into his chest you can feel his breathing and his heartbeat and his warmth, the feeling very calming. He wraps his arms around your stomach careful to not touch your chest and pulls you closer to his so your spine curves into his chest.

He traces patterns into your stomach and lower chest, he traces a line up in the small space between your ribs in your upper chest, he does it slowly, creeping up ever so slightly and when you don't protest he lays his hand there, feeling your heartbeat. He sighs contentedly and so do you.

He gives you a kiss on the back of your head and mumbles "Love you" so quietly you almost don't hear it. You hum in response "Love you too Cross" and the two of you drift off to sleep.

Wrecker

Wrecker is a little slow on the uptake and doesn't quite understand what you are getting at, at first.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I wasn't born the same as you, remember? My chest isn't flat like yours"

He thinks for a moment and then it dawns on him what you are getting at "Oh?! Yeah, I did kinda forget, you are just so manly it's hard to remember that sometimes"

You laugh, he's so endearing and his blunt honestly makes your heart thrum with happiness. Even if he doesn't realise his comments about blatantly stating how "manly" you are always fill your heart fit to bursting.

"So is it ok?" you ask again

"Yeah?! Of course!" he cups your face in his hands and gives you a big kiss on the forehead.

You take a step back to take of your shirt and then you step into his space again and he gives you a massive bear hug, you let out a laugh as he throws you onto the bed. He dives after you and you are both a laughing mess. So much for going to sleep.

He pulls you over so you are laying on top of him and he wraps his arms tightly around you "You are amazing you know that?"

You giggle and reply "You're amazing too Wrecker" and with that you lay there together, humming and laughing softly, an endless loop of uncontainable happiness. You felt so lucky to be loved by someone like Wrecker.

Tech

Tech also doesn't quite understand, he looks at you quizzically and says "Yes? That is fine? Why do you ask?"

"Because it's important?" you respond a little upset by his blunt response

He thinks for a moment and studies your face as he does so, he seems to come to a conclusion and opens his mouth again "Would you like me to close my eyes or turn away?"

You shrug your shoulders noncommittally and Tech considers you for another moment, then his face lights up slightly, like a lightbulb going off in his head. He removes his goggles and places them beside your shared bed "There. This way I can't see and you know that I won't be able to see"

You chuckle at him, he's not wrong but it still feels a little bit silly. He seems to understand there is still some hesitancy and he takes your hand "You should only do what you are comfortable with, and you should know that I would never judge you for your body. No matter what"

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before he nods his head towards the bed. "Do you wish to cuddle or should I give you some space"

In response you scooch over to him and lay an arm over his side placing your head on his palm, which he turns over to cup the side of your face.

"Maybe one day you can ask the Kaminoan's to help alleviate your chest dysphoria. But you should know by now that your body will never define your gender."

His statement makes you tear up a little and you smile at him "Thank you Tech"

"It is no problem my dear"

Echo

Echo looks a little taken aback "Yes, that's fine" he doesn't really seem to know what to say, and neither do you.

Instead, you slip your shirt off and he looks away politely. You touch his arm to grab his attention and turn back but he continues to look at your feet.

"Can I look?" he asks shyly

"Yeah, that's the point silly" you say with a chuckle

"That's not exactly what I meant" he says even more quietly than before. "I mean can I look at you, all of you?"

You feel warmth creep up your neck and cheeks as he says this

"Y-yeah" you stutter out and he looks up at you.

He looks into your eyes first and then drops them to your chest, he doesn't say anything but he also doesn't look for very long. You stand there a little shy and a little self-conscious but he looks away quickly enough that you don't feel uncomfortable.

He takes his one good hand and raises it to your cheek, cupping it gently and you nuzzle into it humming.

"You are a very beautiful person. I feel like the luckiest Clone alive to be with someone as amazing as you. Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share your body with me. I know that couldn't have been easy"

You smile back at him, a grin stretching its way across your face "You can't be the luckiest man alive because I have you, and that makes me the luckiest" He blushes in return, the deep red a stark contrast to his pale skin.

You both crawl into bed and you wrap your arms around each other and slowly doze off, never letting go of one another.

Hope you enjoyed! This one goes out to all my trans brothers out there!

!Feel free to request any other ideas that you would like me to write!

[mattalit]

A Hundred Years’ Wait

Link x m!Reader

CW: angst, death

Link often found himself reminded that, after one hundred years, the world he knew had been drowned in fire—and then reborn again, the same and different together. He was almost thankful for his own forgetfulness and missing memories, but ever since he had awoken, he could almost feel the soft thrum of a deep, stagnant memory… but try as he might—and try he did—he couldn’t remember. But what good was remembering when Hyrule threatened extinction?

Of course, the nagging thrum never truly went away, and in moments alone, he could feel the very edge of his past life in his mind. He would reach for it and grasp helplessly, but it was always out of reach, as tantalizing as the ocean to a man lost at sea, yearning for a sip of water. 

It doesn’t matter, he would tell himself. It doesn’t matter. But it did matter, and it plagued his subconscious. At night, in his dreams, he would see that face, but he could never remember in the mornings. 

A hero, though, has no time for forcing memories, and his mission had already begun: find Impa. 

The ride to Kakariko Village took three days, of which the final day was filled with dark clouds and rain. It was dreary weather and Link would rather be holed up somewhere warm, but when duty calls, he answers. He must find Impa. 

He tried not to be intimidated by the looming gates of Kakariko, but it had been so long since he had been here that familiarity seemed harsh, unfamiliar, as though déjà vu met the uncanny. Real, and yet, unreal. 

The sad atmosphere of the village didn’t help, either. There were no children running around as he remembered, and the adults he did see were sluggish. There seemed to be both an overcast in the weather and in the minds of the villagers. He felt as though he was infiltrating a great mourning period.

He hesitated within inaction, glancing around the seeable parts of the village. I have no choice, he realized, unless I turn back, but he knew that was not truly an option.

Link slid off of Epona and patted her flank. “Don’t run off, girl,” he said. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Epona nudged his hand as if telling him to hurry up and go, so he turned away and began down the path to the village’s center. 

He pushed away his discomfort with the stares he received from the white-haired populace. I am obviously an outsider, he thought, but he didn’t allow the feeling to dissuade him. He forced his shoulders back and continued on his downward path.

Once he had reached the village center, Link’s eyes scanned up a staircase and up the wooden structure. This must be it, he thought. 

At the gate, he was stopped by a white-haired man in the garb of the Sheikah.

“Sir, you cannot pass…” The man paused, looking down at Link. His tone turned from hardened to confused. “Is that… is that a Sheikah slate?”

Link pulled out the Sheikah slate.

“It is! I’m so sorry, you must hurry up to Impa.” The man stepped to the side. As Link took the first step, he was stopped again. “Oh, and please be respectful. A beloved elder is at his end of days. Impa is with him now. You will find her in the main room.”

Ah, Link thought, that explains this place’s looming sadness.

At the top of the stairs, he paused at the doors. He could feel that nagging thrum of remembrance return, but he had made it too far to stop in an attempt to think. 

Link pushed open the double doors, revealing moderate-sized room. He scanned the walls, taking in scrolls and pictures on the left and right before settling his sight in the center. There stood a short older woman with a large hat next to an older gentleman in a chair. He has seen better days, Link thought.

“My life is fading, Lady Impa,” the man said sadly. 

Link froze. We know that voice, the nagging thrum said, and it was right. He did know that voice—from one hundred years ago. But from what?

Impa looked to the doors and recognition passed through her face. “Link?” she asked. She did not move from her spot next to the man, whose face remained unchanged. 

That face… he remembered that face.

Link took a step forward.

It had seen the years in a way Link’s own had not, but he was still recognizable under the wrinkles and sun spots and the wispy, white beard. 

Link took another step forward.

He remembered that face younger and in battle, holding determination and his sword as though they were a light weight. 

“It has been a long time,” the old man said, “since I have last seen you, swordsman.”

Link remembered that voice when it was still hindered with the naiveté and ego of youth, but now the scars of wisdom and diplomacy could be heard and felt.

“(M/N),” Link greeted. “It has been far too long.”

And Link could feel the full weight of time come crashing down, and he could feel the soft thrum of remembrance grow and grow as finally, finally, he remembered. 

(M/N), a Knight of Hyrule, a protector of the royal family, and an adventurer. (M/N), his sparring partner, his friend, and—dare he say it?—his lover. 

Like a symphony, he could remember all the hours spent training, the days spent adventuring in the wilderness, the late nights and early mornings, all spent together, and in anguish and in fear, he stared upon that wrinkled face, and the wispy white hair so different from its younger (H/C), and the fragile body, and Link finally realized how long he had been gone, how much he had missed, and how much he could never, ever get back. 

Link kneeled in front of (M/N); he hardly noticed Impa back away.

For a moment, (M/N) just stared. “I am dying, Link,” he said. “But I have held on for you. I always knew you would be back.”

Link did not respond, but he could feel a tear slip down his cheek. He had lost so much time, and there was nothing he could do. He had never felt so helpless. 

“The sands of time are cruelest to heroes,” (M/N) mumbled. He placed his hand softly on Link’s face, his thumb tracing his cheekbone, wiping away his tear.  “But you are as beautiful as the day I lost you.”

Link placed his own hand over (M/N)’s. He could feel that familiar thrum, and he begged himself to remember more—and he did. He remembered the night a week before his fall, the last time he had seen (M/N), where he had held (M/N)’s hand in the same way. 

I will be gone when you wake up, he had whispered.

Must you leave so late? he had been asked.

I have a duty to the Princess.

I suppose I cannot keep you. I will see you when you get back.

(M/N)’s hand was weaker and more weathered than when he had left him, but a hundred years had passed, and nothing these days was as he remembered.

I have been gone for so long, he thought, and he couldn’t fight down his own distress and anger and helplessness as he realized, all against my will.

“I am glad you have come, Link,” (M/N) said, “but our time together now ends.”

“Wait,” Link pleaded.

“I have held on as long as I can.” (M/N) took a shambling breath. “But time has been cruel to us.”

(M/N)’s hand dropped from Link’s face, but Link caught it and laid it across the old man’s lap. He could feel his own sweltering tears pool together. 

He felt Impa’s small hand be placed on his shoulder, and he half-registered her voice telling him, “He will not wake up again.”

[trashy-tries-writing]

Part 1: In which the first encounter of Ravine leaves unpleasant or pleasant memories for some of our CoD characters with John Price / Gaz Kyle Garrick / Simon Ghost Riley

Part 2: John Soap MacTavish / König

Part 3: with Phillip Graves / Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Rudy Parra

(Totally didn’t cloud his head because I can’t draw his customized helmet)

Warning: I know nothing about the military and stuff😭

If I wrote smt that the characters wouldn’t say, please correct me because I don’t know any slang from their nationalities either or point out any mistakes I have made. LET ME KNOW please! So I can fix them. 😰 I’m not a great writer, especially because I live under a rock so don’t expect too much. Feel free to bash me in the comments if I use a bad/forbidden word from your country, I swear I didn’t do it on purpose🙏💦

Let me know if Ravine passes as a xMale!Reader or a xMale!OC  :’))

John Price

Price wanted to leave this hellish place as soon as possible

It was uncomfortably hot that he believed his flesh was oozing down his bones. No one knew what caused this overwhelming heat and the man wasn’t exactly ecstatic to find it out either with the scent of burned flesh hitting him hard on the nose.

Gradually the corpses of the enemy trope increased the deeper he went down the concealed facility. Price grimaces under his breath at the torched faces, skin tissues were burned off which showed the flesh underneath that was still bubbling and sizzling. The blackened chunks of flesh sitting on the ground continued to smolder while what leftover blood turns to steam as it spills from the wound.

Following his gut feeling, Price ends up in a corridor splattered with the blood of the victims he was supposed to spill. Including the objective of this mission, although the label wasn’t plastered on an unmoving, lifeless weapon that Price thought it would when Shepard sent him down in this hellhole.

“Bloody hell- Laswell, I… found the objective.”

The name was plastered on the door of the open cell with a human inside, sitting in front of a pile of corpses that looked like civilians. It- They- were motionless beside the immense heat reeking from its body which left more questions than answers for the bearded man.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz believes Ravine to be a heartless machine.

He watched the masked man run past falling soldiers without wavering in his steps. No reaction as his teammates die before his eyes or struggle until their last breaths. Sees him leave the training room after finishing beating up everyone until exhaustion as they lay on the ground groaning. 

Ravine doesn’t care about anything or anyone, and possibly not even himself. He takes orders after orders, sometimes requesting to solo it, as if a team would only drag him through the mud.

Gaz hears the whispers of hatred towards Ravine, how heartless and cold he is. How rude he is with how he answers with one word only. How unnerving it is to be in the room while he just stands there silently, not knowing where he is actually staring at through his helmet he never takes off.

Ravine doesn’t care about anything.

Gaz believed that Ravine was a heartless machine.

He saw Ravine running to the nearest corpse of their fallen brothers and sisters after the mission was done. The tall male scoops them up like broken glass, aloof at getting soiled or that there are special units to collect their bodies coming later. Ravine makes sure to leave no one behind and pile them together next to each other with their possessions as carefully as one could be, before paying his respects.

Gaz heard the heartless Ravine requesting to solo the missions when he deemed it to be too dangerous for the others as the higher ups know Ravine to be capable enough to do it on his own due to being different from any other existing soldiers, whatever that was supposed to mean.

Gaz noticed the soldier rushing back towards the training room with first aids, water, snacks and towels. He peeked inside to discover a relaxed atmosphere with the recruits chatting to each other tiredly, some drinking from their cup and gnawing on the energybar like hungry bears. They were sitting in a line and at the end was the cold Ravine giving them medical care.

The hateful whispers have turned into harmless jabs, whether it be about a new recruit being in trouble for something small as breaking a plate and pushing that soldier towards Ravine as if he was going to play alongside them.

His limited vocabulary was slowly picked up by them. Instead of saying “Yes”, some have started to respond with Ravine’s “Aye”s towards each other. Each time they couldn’t help grin when they see Ravine slouch even more than he already is from their jest.

“Fuck I’m hungry.” He hadn’t intended to say it so loudly, not that anyone was around to hear Gaz anyways. It was late and cold, he couldn’t wait to duck out and make something to eat and throw himself in bed.

But not even an hour later something warm touches his cheek from behind him and he jolts back in surprise from the warmth. He sees Ravine stepping back just as much, before hiding his body behind the corner, his upper part still sticking out with an arm stretched towards him with a bag.

“...Is that for me?”

“Aye.”

He slowly reaches towards the bag, a familiar smell reaching his nose. Gaz couldn’t help but smile when he opened the package with his favorite food and a thermos inside, his stomach growling loudly in urgency to take a bite.

Turning around to thank the man, his words are lost in his throat when the faceless soldier is nowhere to be seen.

Gaz believes that Ravine is a warm person who loves and cares in his own way.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost had been sent off to capture someone from a hideout. It was supposed to be easy but missions always go astray. What else he didn’t account for was the soldier sent by his superior to wipe them all out on the opposite side of the building. This wouldn’t have been a problem if the soldiers knew of each other’s existences.

One of them needed the target alive, the other came for a massacre.

When they crossed paths, shots were fired and when all bullets were gone, knives were raised. While It didn’t matter who died first, it would not end well with either loss. Weren’t it for the chain of commands voice ringing through both of their coms, the machete would have gone through his arm.

Ravine as Ghost came to know, backed away from him and kept that distance throughout the whole operation. Now that he got the go to kill everyone, the lieutenant saw how efficient the other was. No hesitation, no stumbling, no waiting- Ghost let the silent man do what he wanted, out of curiosity what he could do.

The lieutenant started trusting the newcomer more when Ravine jumped behind him without flinching and threw his chained machete at the enemy targeting his back. With a pull the weapon was back into his hands and his head whipped around,Ghost could mentally hear the snap.

His helmet moved in sharp, short turns at the lieutenant until he realized he was eyeing him for injuries beside the ones he himself inflicted on him a few minutes ago.

“All good Ravine. Let’s move.”

Back at their headquarters, Ghost would find little trinkets in front of the room he was currently occupying with a note stuck on it “I am very sorry for almost murdering you.” He knew immediately who this was from, especially since his ‘murderer’ in question has avoided him like the pest.

At first he thought nothing of it besides not liking him very much which happens anywhere in the workspace. But it got out of hand when Ghost came into the kitchen to get some tea and Ravine straight out jumped out the window.

It was the second floor.

Price had sighed into his palm so loudly, his soul could be seen leaving him. “I corner him and I want you to talk to him. He’s letting the guilt eat him up and I can’t let that happen.”

The captain literally shooed the tall man like a cat into his office with Ghost and held him by the collar of his turtleneck to keep him from leaving. For once Ravine stood at his full height and the lieutenant had to tilt his head up.

“Bloody hell…”

[trash-blog-reblogs]

I'm tempted to write about mw2 with oc or x m!reader but with injuries and battle moments because no one is written about badass m!reader / oc that can RUN. Run in like a fucking hound that can catch up to a fucking car and the rest of the force is like 'Wtf just happened' or another time where m!reader / oc is the battle jet pilot of the crew OR the m!reader / oc with a fucking cool power like fire and everytime he get anxious, just gas is starting to steam out from his mask and then tries to order someone to knock the shit out of him because he is not ready to let the others know what a freakish monster he turned into-

Because there's too many x reader with just smut going on and I hope I'm not the only one 😭- WHERE'S THE BLOOD AND THE BATTLES🔪

And at the same time I don't have enough knowledge about mw2 it's all bc of tumblr and tiktok because I liked 1 fucking post and then they kept coming and I went 'Oh no good art- and then I couldn't get away and then the "uncorrect quotes" were funny AAAHHH ANYONE?

just me? Okay sorry :,)

[vividc4ndy]

Guys if I told you about my oc's would you wanna hear about my Villain with a soft spot for the healer or a sea monster prince who's constantly trying to sink a very specific ship? (The captain is obsessed with him.)

These are both MLM duos, just by the way. And you can ask to be the partner, or see their lover in third person!!

[i-smell-sass]

The Boy in the coffee shop window. [Thor x Male reader] Oneshot !!Preview/Teaser!!

Requested: Yes/No Warning(s): soft thor, a bit of homophobia, uhhh too cute? Smut or Fluff: FLUFF ALL THE WAY. Thor is like a puppy.

A/N: here u go, teaser. I felt confident and productive while writing this, mwah

3RD PERSON

Coffee shop Near the avengers tower.

Thor was just walking around the City with his brother Loki, Humming a tune to himself, His hair just loosely hanging off his shoulders, soft, long and gorgeous, Looking like a god. Which, Truly, He was after all. He was wearing The usual outfit; Jeans, A shirt, Sweatshirt and a Jacket over that. Loki was wearing a black turtleneck, green and black checkered flannel and Black ripped skinny jeans, dressed like he normally would, all black with a hint of green. Looking around, Umbrella in hand, He noticed a Man Sitting by the window in a nearby coffee shop. He looked around 20, Sipping whatever steamy deliciousness his mug had inside it as he seemed to sway his head to music coming from his headphones, Reading a book. He seemed to be studying. His (H/C) Hair swaying from side to side a bit as he moved his head and hummed to the tune of his music, Thor stopped in his tracks and stared at the beautiful Man in front of him in the window, forgetting that he was walking with his brother, to which he Earned a sigh from him and got an elbow jabbed into his side. “Having fun staring at a midgardian there, brother?” Loki asked smugly as he seemed to pull Thor out of his trance and he shook his head, Stuttering and blinking a couple times. “I- uh- what- Brother i wasn’t-”

Loki chuckled and pat Thor’s Shoulder, letting out a “sure brother” under his breath before he waved at the boy in the window, To which he raised a brow and waved back at them hesitantly, Confused as to why two tall looking men were standing on the other side of the window in front of a coffee shop and waving at him. Thor gasped lightly and blushed, looking away and Pulling his brother away by his wrist “let’s go brother, There is nothing to be staring at.” he said, not making eye contact and just pulling Loki with him. Loki winked at the guy, waving and pointing at his brother, to which the male raised his eyebrows to and shrugged, paying attention to his book again, dismissing the strange men that looked at him a moment before.

Two days later, avengers compound.

Thor sighed as he walked up to Steve and Tony who were talking in the kitchen. “Hello Captain, Stark, Sir. I’d need advice.” Tony smirked and raised a brow, Steve Nodding and taking a sip of his coffee “what seems to be the problem, thor?” Thor sighed and played with the zipper of his jacket. “Well, you see, you two were the best.. With Dating advice?” He asked and cleared his throat lightly, Tony dropping his mug and smirking “finally got over that girl! Okay, who’s the lucky one?” Thor sighed and looked down at Tony “i-.. Uhm.. I haven't really met them.. Per say.. I’ve just… Seen them, it’s… That Boy in the coffee shop window.. and i haven’t really talked to him either..” tony chuckled and nodded and smirked “OKAY, we’ll go down there, see if the person you want to talk to is there, and then we’ll hook you up! Off to the coffee shop we go! Pretty convenient since I dropped mine. C’mon Captain underpants.” Tony said, grabbing his keys, wallet and jacket as he walked to the elevator with Thor, Steve rolling his eyes as he walked after them after setting his now cold coffee mug down.

[eaucian]

I just found your account and I really like it. I was wondering if write headcanons for any characters in mha (My Hero Academia). Cause if you do, I was wondering if you can do a headcanon on where Tamaki or Mirio finds out his in love with the reader (x male reader). if you don’t want to, I will completely understand if you ignore this request I have. I just wanted to let you know I really like your content so far I can’t wait to see what you’ll write next 🥺👉👈

★ mirio and tamaki when they find out they're in love with you

impt. tamaki x m!reader — mirio x m!reader

w. none, at least i don't think there are any!

n. ahh hello anon! i’m so glad you like what i’m writing and i hope you continue to like it!! i may have gotten carried away and completed both, so you get tamaki AND mirio :)) p.s. yes! i do write for mha, i should probably make a list about what fandoms i write for-

★ mirio

◉ he’s surprisingly chill about it, like really

◉ literally doesn’t even matter you’re a guy, completely accepts the fact he loves you in the first second of knowing it. it barely phases him and he thinks “i like him, wait no. i love him, oooh time to tell~”

◉ then he proceeds to come up with some extravagant plan to tell you, which isn’t really necessary but-

◉ it happens like this:

◉ it’s a sunny day and you and the big three are having some late lunch after school at his favorite ramen place, because mirio won some bet against nejire to choose where you’d all be eating that day

◉ he was sitting across from you and he’d noticed every little movement you made the whole day. the best way you could ever describe it was like a mother hen, but a subtle mother hen right?

◉ ex. you’d tripped over something, almost falling down a few days before, and mirio?

◉ he was there in two seconds flat, faster than he thought he would find himself moving over someone tripping. so why was he so worried about you recently?

◉ well well, let me tell you!

◉ you had been sparring with him, a practice match to work with your quirks and he had accidentally hurt you. hurt you like, you had to go to recovery girl because of him

◉ soo, that in turn made him feel horrible

◉ actually more like terrible

◉ now he makes puppy eyes every time he looks at you. he just looks so sad because he hurt someone he-

◉ and that was how he found out. he, had hurt. someone. he. loved. then he knows that’s part of the reason why he feels like crap. it was his fault you were a little wobbly (it wasn’t, you were just clumsy that day)

◉ but the truth was, there he was. sat in a ramen place, you across from him, and a revelation of the ages happening in his brain. so what does he do, you ask?

◉ he stares at you all lovey-dovey and sighs dreamily when the sun catches your face just right

◉ because god now you look even more perfect than he thought. and oh no, he’s in trouble cause he’s already fallen in love with you

◉ and he missed it!

◉ he missed his own falling in love! but anyways, he sticks with looking at you lovingly for a while. until one day he gets tired of it, the plan goes to crap, and he just kisses you smack on the lips

◉ that’ll be a good day ♥  

★ tamaki

◉ baby boy!

◉ he’s a mess with it a first

◉ it’s not even the fact your the same gender, he literally just doesn’t know how to deal with the fact he loves you

◉ he finds out when it’s just the two of you studying and you’re laying on your stomach on his bed, and he just wants to get up from his spot and cuddle you

◉ he didn’t exactly study much that night, but! other than the fact he really has no clue where to place his love he just kinda pushes it into a room inside his head and locks the door for a little bit

◉ a little bit meaning every time he sees you he gets flustered, and starts blushing like a cherry. but you know, its cute on him 

◉ he just has trouble telling you how he feels, but he does take the chance to be around you whenever he can. meaning there will be awkward sleepovers and study ‘dates’ that aren’t really dates in his eyes, but close enough eh?

◉ and the thing is, you noticed. it may have taken a little while but eventually, you caught on with a little help from the others (mirio and nejire)

◉ sooo, you started being the little damn tease you are

◉ touching increased tenfold. there was a ton of hugging every time you met up adding some small kisses to the cheek or holding hands when it wasn’t exactly necessary

◉ the boy was a mess

◉ how he broke it to you, because no, you weren’t going to tell him you knew as that would ruin the fun ;)

◉ he told you by giving a letter. a long ass letter that mostly consisted of rambling and a lot of crossed out words that you could still read

◉ most of them were: i love you. but you went to meet him, and he was a mess even before you started talking. you just hugged him, whispering into his neck “love you too”