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samiwok · 4 years

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hello! can you write a scenario or hcs for sakusa? like atsumu flirts with y/n constantly and somehow they're close so sakusa thinks y/n has feelings for atsumu y'know. so he feels kinda inferior to atsumu. but ends up fluffy with sakusa please!! i hope it makes sense hshksgsns ♡

// Why.

— Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

5 am in the morning.

Sakusa opened his eyes to look at a grey ceiling barely lightened. The lanterns on the street were obviously still on. The night was surrounding everything. He was tired. Tired for having a bad night. No nightmares, no dreams neither. Insomnia. As far as he could remember, Sakusa never really had problems to fall asleep. Yet last night he couldn’t find it. He couldn’t find the sleep he needed to appear motivated and relaxed at his training session.

What are they going to think ? He thought of you immediately. Were you going to think he stayed awake talking to another person ? We’re you going to think he had someone in his life more important than you ? No. He didn’t want to think about it.

He jumped off his bed, walking in direction of the bathroom. Boiling water to wake him up. He rubbed his face with his both hands, forehead leaning against the wall. The water falling on his back was relaxing. Eyes closed, he opened then all of a sudden when he felt he was falling asleep again. He cut off the water, and seized a towel. A warm one to dry his tensed wet body.

“Why ?” He said to himself while staring at his tired face on the mirror. He passed his hands on his face one more time, cold water flowing from his fingers to truly wake up and prepare himself to go.

“OMI-KUN !” you screamed on the other side of the road. When he heard your soft voice screaming his nickname he pinched his lips in a discreet smile. He turned his face in your direction as you were walking toward him. When you seized his arm, he frowned.

“Ew sorry. I forgot.” You brought your hand to the back of your head, rubbing it. Your lips were forming an awkward smile saying sorry

You forgot huh ? More like you don’t care Kiyoomi thought. Not that he didn’t like your touches, he knew you were a clean person otherwise he wouldn’t allow you to get that close to him. But still.

“Omi ! Yn ! Let’s go to the gym together shall we ?” Atsumu asked; appearing from nowhere. And just like always you’re smiling. Smiling to him, touching him because he’s not like Sakusa who always asks for some distance between each other. You’re right in front of him, walking next to Atsumu and gripping to his arm. Humming some stupid tiktok song and of course Atsumu knows it and you’re singing together.

How frustrating.

Sakusa was walking behind you all this time: all he had in front of him, was the gym and a head down his view. You were smaller than him, that’s why whenever you were talking to him he had to low his head to look at you.

How cute.

Sakusa liked you. He didn’t know when it began. He didn’t know why. But he knew he did. And just like he knew that, he also knew how close you were with his teammate. How could he not notice that ? You two were spending a lot of time together. And right now you were acting like a young couple. And somehow.. it was hurting him.

“Oh already, I’ll have to leave you guys...” you whined. How childish Sakusa thought about your reaction: and while he was silently judging you, Atsumu him, didn’t miss the opportunity. By the time they passed together now; Sakusa could even guess what would be his exact words.

Babe you can still date me later if you need me that much

“Babe you can still date me later if you need me that much” the blonde said, making you blush. You hit his chest softly

Idiot

“You idiot” you said

There it goes.

It was always that way. Sakusa got used to it now. He knew the two of you very well. That’s why he wasn’t saying anything about his feelings. It’s probably better for everyone here if he was keeping it hidden from you, from Miya, even from himself.

“Kiyoomi !” You shouted louder than before. It’s been a few times since you were trying to get Sakusa’s attention but he was lost in his thoughts. He blinked and hummed, giving you all his attention. You laughed.

How beautiful.

“I was just saying to Atsumu it could be cool to eat all together right after, ill tell Ko’ and Shōyō, will you come with us ?” You asked, secretly hoping he’d agree.

“Mhh, no I think I’ll go home right after practice” he answered coldly. Atsumu wrapped his arm around his shoulders in a friendly way, showing nothing but a mocking smirk on his lips.

“You sure Omi-Omi ?” He asked, his brows raised

“I am. Get off me rat.” Sakusa stated. He detached himself from Atsumu’s embrace, and kept on walking towards the gymnasium. Leaving you and Atsumu alone together.

“What is wrong with him today ?” You asked to Atsumu, wishing for an answer. Sakusa was always the cold one. He was always the irritated one. But today he seemed to be upset for a new reason. Not knowing it was you, you got worried.

A few hours passed, Atsumu had left you to go training with the others. You were sitting in the stands. Waiting for the guys to finish and when they finally were done after 4 hours. It was finally time to eat. You ran in their direction, but mostly in Kiyoomi’s direction. You were about to say something but his hands cut you almost immediately.

“Later. I’m taking my shower now.”

Atsumu shrugged to the evident interrogation on your face.

In the shower, Sakusa was mentally scolding himself. Why was he that way ? Insensitive. Irritated and irritating n the same time. While you were just a small mountain of joy, humor and cuteness. Yeah he was soft for you. Sakusa Kiyoomi was soft. Then why Atsumu seemed better for you ? Why you seemed to feel better when in his company ?

Jealousy.

Jealousy was making Sakusa think he wasn’t the one for you. Jealousy was making him act weird when close to you. Was he..intimidated ? Him ? Sakusa Kiyoomi ? How could he even deal with this feeling ? He was usually so confident, and now he was reduced to a shy and loving mess.

WHY ?

He wanted to scream. He refused your invitation, he was letting all the occasions to Atsumu. As he was starting to tell himself not to keep going like that. He heard you.

“I know you’re in there Kiyoomi ! Listen to me you huge idiot, you’re going to come with us to eat soi you better be ready soon.”

“Yn-san ! Get out of here he’s washing you know how he is !” The soft voice of Hinata made Sakusa laugh. Yeah he was known as the terrifying member from the team.

You were... in the locker room..? How bold. He didn’t know this side of your personality. Anyways he quickly washed himself, and got out to dress. When he walked out the locker room, you were standing here. Alone, and facing him.

“What took you that long ?” You asked but he purposely ignored your question to ask another. “Where are the others ?”

“Well... they were starving and impatient so they already left. Looks like it’s going to be the two of us for today.” You laughed kinda embarrassed “also...sorry for entering the locker room while you were uhm.. taking your shower”

You couldn’t notice it because of his mask but he was smiling.

How funny.

He definitely liked you. It was hard for him to admit it to himself and it would probably take a long time before he admits it to you. But at least he now was being completely honest with himself.

“Let’s go” he stated, starting to walk away from the gym with his bag on his back.

“Omi, your hand.” He was holding your hand during the way. You knew he hates germs and contact, which is why it surprised you to the point where you thought it was an accident.

“I know.” He was smiling behind his mask, a huge smile this time. You noticed it and couldn’t help but tease him a little.

“Went to the bathroom earlier and didn’t wash my hands...” he took his hands off immediately and lost his smile almost as fast as it appeared on his face.

“You could have told me !”

How disgusting.

You let out a loud laugh. Looking at him, confused.

“Omi it was a joke I always wash my hands, why would you jump back like that” you were still laughing but he was not. Obviously; the joke wasn’t very funny to him. He slipped his hands in his pockets.

“Fine Im still not holding your hand anymore, you brat”

You whined, just like a child, and passed your both arms around his right arm, pressing you against him: you weren’t in a comfortable position, and he noticed it of course.

“Idiot.”

“Your idiot Omi”

“Yeah mine”

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headinahornetnest · 3 years

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Fucking, power dynamic. Really that tag should be everywhere. a little rough and public

Oh gross. Sometimes youre thinking about boring office designs

The bottom-half wall/top-half windows to offices (that for some reason feel essential 90's era to me) and the top half is covered by those thin metal blinds. Where you could have a couch inside the office that nobody could see. When the company was still forming maybe or after a long tour. Misguided experiments in monogamy lead exactly where you expect

The weeks drag on too long when Sonny's gone. Phone talks don't deliver the same satisfaction and Smoothie gets a bit stupid with his decisions, they both do.

And Smoothie could leave wet chew marks in one of the decorative pillows. Because even when it's after hours for a quickie, Sonny's never quick and the office is never a hundred percent empty.

His blood is boiling in his veins with how loud he wants to shout and whine and pant and scream (and curse Sonny into a grave probably).

It's certifiably the best way to drive him out of his mind when he hears someone walking just outside. He can't help it when a squeaky moan gets out when he's trying to catch his breath. Sonny's talking softly, not even the common decency to whisper. Threats like always, but when he makes to pull out Smoothie backs into him.

Sonny kisses the exposed skin peeking out from Smoothie's shirt collar. He rubs the side of his nose into the hair at the crown of Smoothie's head

His pomade smells like dry grass, but Smoothie's airspace is always plagued with iron and bleach. It's sour and assaulting until you grow to hate or love it. It is comfort broken down to its essence to Sonny.

"Please. Just stay quiet. You were being so good. Be good for just a little bit longer, okay? I need this."

They're usually both pretty vocal in bed, but circumstances dictate a certain amount of restraint.

Smoothie's pride is so far gone. He's blindly grabbing behind himself and claws at Sonny's lower back to get him to keep going. He'll shut up. He can be so quiet. He'd cut out his larynx at this point.

"Get on with it then," Smoothie says, impatient and angry and frustrated with how close he is. Petulant in a way Sonny won't abide

"Don't get the wrong ideas. I'm still your fucking Boss." Punctuated with a thrust brutal enough to make the couch legs screech forward. "Shit," Sonny says under his breath

The fight leaves him to be replaced by want. Smoothie buries his face in the pillow for a second before coming up for air and nodding emphatically. Sonny's position lowers further until their bodies are flush. The additional weight holding him down helps. He feels Sonny's fingers wrap around his throat as a warning. He welcomes it, but knows to not ask for more.

For a time, he tries pushing his hips up to meet Sonny. He keeps losing track of himself and relents to yielding for a jackhammer rhythm. He can tell Sonny's close to finishing when he can no longer breathe. The grip on Smoothie's throat will leave bruises. Sonny is all tense strength for the last few minutes when he really can't control himself.

Smoothie can't move. When he tries to talk nothing comes out. Sonny's almost crushing his windpipe. Fear is the response he's trying to summon, but common sense is being overridden as all his buttons are slammed at once. His climax seizes him and he gives a voiceless shout. He clutches onto Sonny's hand as it tightens even more. The pain is exquisite and forces his entire body to go rigid. A bow string pulled back so tight it might snap

Sonny follows that with a series of curses as he empties into Smoothie. He lets go of Smoothie's throat but still pumps lazily into him as he rides out the aftershock. He chants a hundred quiet 'thank you's. Eventually sinking down and wrapping his arms around Smoothie's middle to form an unbreakable hug. He shifts them to lay on their sides on the couch.

When he's soft it's a mixture of him pulling and naturally slipping out of Smoothie. "Perfect. That was exactly what I needed. Thank you." Whispered into the back of Smoothie's ear before he kissed it.

Smoothie has limbs made of wet sand. The sluggishness rises up his spine as he begins to blink slower. He keeps thinking Sonny will let go, but when it doesn't happen he finds himself enjoying it

Two grown men with their pants pulled down to their knees, squeezed onto a too small couch. Softly panting and smelling not especially fresh. Tangled and hazy

It's 3am when they wake up. Everything's dark and the building is almost certainly locked down. Sonny stumbles around until he finds his desk lamp. The shallow light bathes only a fraction of his vast office, but it's enough. He can throw a pack of tissues at Smoothie's head to get him from asleep to groggily conscious.

A few minutes to wipe down, button up, and scrub with a bit of club soda, then they're ready for Sonny's personal driver to take them home.

Smoothie's holding an ice cube to his forehead and grimacing at the window. "That was stupid."

"That was fun," Sonny counters. His smile is lazy. Unpracticed in the way it tilts. The crinkles at his eyes make Sonny look his age

Smoothie glares but his face quickly takes on something more neutral. It's hard to stay mad at Sonny. He drops the ice onto the carpet. It'll dry eventually. He wipes his fingers on his trousers. "Yeah, maybe."

"Maybe next time I'll lock the door." Sonny leaves it deadpan before wrinkling his nose in a faux sneer

Smoothie swats him affectionately. His hand lingers on Sonny's chest, slipping under his jacket and pulling him in by the shirt. "Funny," he says dryly into a kiss. Immediately after he shoves Sonny back. Already the spark is in his eyes and Smoothie can't bear it. He turns away. "Fuck you. Get me more ice."

Smoothie can smile as Sonny wobbles on hand and knee across the floor. It's what he deserves for having a limo on standby like it's fucking prom night

Sonny has the rim of the plastic cup in his teeth as he crawls between Smoothie's spread thighs. He grabs the cup and offers it. "Maybe next time is in the tour bus?"

Smoothie accepts it. "A hotel," he says firmly. "A nice one." He scrubs through Sonny's hair. Rough with nails before calming to a slower petting motion. "But yes. That could be nice."

They arrive home not long after. Walking blind in the dark until they find the closest piece of furniture to fall onto

#smoothie #sonny #.november.sierra.foxtrot.whiskey.

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fleetwoodmoth · 7 years

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“I know it hurts to breathe but you have to stay with me, okay?” And “Come on, damn it, open your eyes!” For Luna and Jack, bc you gave me feels and it would be a shame if something happened to one of them on that mission they're planning ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

*inhales* B O I

“That’s the target,” Jack passed the binoculars toLuna, both of them hidden quite well in the lush foliage of the Mexican jungle.

Beforethem was a warehouse nearly a couple decades old, rusted and dilapidated butwell-fortified by its adopted owners. It was obvious that no one came out herebecause of Los Muertos, Luna and Jack having to hike nearly five miles in orderto go undetected on the one lane dirt road. Due to its isolation, the warehouseseemed to have limited guards, a few people milling about outside, most of themposted around a bonfire smoking and talking.

“Whatexactly are we looking for?” Luna asked, the sound of the nocturnal wild lifeloud enough to drown them out from any of the guards.

“Ametal weapons case, don’t think they know what exactly they got, it contains acube that could be used as a weapon.”

“Acube… that can be used as a weapon… you have any other details than that?” Lunaasked, her voice flat.

“Otherthan it should be taken out of the hands of dangerous criminals? What else isthere?”

Lunasighed, rolling her eyes as she handed the binoculars back to him.

“Fine,I’ve got a good idea for a perch, I’ll cover you if needed just like weplanned,” Luna said, adjusting the magma rifle over her shoulder.

“I’llradio you when I’m in position.” Jack said.

Therewas a moment of awkward silence, neither of them really knowing what to telleach other before they began.

“Don’tmove unless I tell you or you’re being flushed out,” he finally said.

“I’mcapable, Jack,” Luna replied quietly.

Hegrunted a reply before turning to leave before Luna stopped him.

“Becareful, Jack.”

Hepaused, glancing at her over his shoulder “yeah, you too.”

Lunawatched him meander off into the foliage before finding her way to theparticularly sturdy looking tree she had picked out earlier. Its branches werethicker than that of the generally small and skinnier trees of the forest.Climbing it was a breeze, like riding a bike it was easy enough for her to pickup again, tree and rock climbing one of her favorite pass times when she was akid. It took some getting used to, finding a spot amongst the branches that wasstable enough that she wouldn’t fall and workable enough that she could firefrom differing positions if needed. When she had finally settled she clicked onthe comms system.

“Sirenin position.” She said quietly.

Thiswas nothing like what missions used to be, at least not for her. She had heardplenty of stories from Jesse and his work with Blackwatch where one and twomaned teams were used often for stealth missions. Luna had always been underJack’s command, working primarily crisis situations which required large teams.After a moment of silence there was a soft click and Jack’s voice came over theradio.

“76in position. Can you see me?”

Lunascanned the outside of the warehouse with her scope until she finally foundJack on the Eastern side, back to the wall, rifle in hand. If it weren’t forthe absolute pitch darkness of the rainforest’s night he would have stuck outhorribly, it was probably why he hadn’t taken a run at the place on his own,Jack Morrison was a lot of things but stealthy was not one of them.

“Ican see you. You’re clear for infiltration,” Luna said, watching the movementof the guardsmen.

Therewere three who patrolled, flashlights obnoxiously bouncing off anything withinfive feet of them, making it obvious that this wasn’t a very professionalorganization. The rest of the gang members hung out around the fire mostly,their voices and laugher biting through the sounds of the forest every now andthen. Luna watched Jack move towards the congregation, he needed to get in theside door, the one most shrouded in darkness. As bright as a fire was in thedarkness it still struggled to shed any light past a certain radius, making thesmall group look like they were on an island in the middle of inky blackness,the guards with their flashlights like sharks in the water. In a moment Jackhad ducked inside, the scene in front of Luna not changing as if he hadn’t evenbeen there to begin with. Luna waited, the seconds feeling like years as shewaited for him to report in. They had a blueprint of the warehouse, it was old,nearly as old as the building itself so it was a sketchy plan to go off ofseeing as they had no idea what Los Muertos had done to it while they had it.Jack was basically going in blind and that was something Luna was the mostuncomfortable with, that and the fact that she had to sit outside and wait.

“Theysure tore this place up,” Jack’s voice nearly made Luna jump as it came overthe communicator.

“What’sit look like in there?”

“Mostof the walls have been torn down, they just have stacks of crates and weaponscases. There’s a lot, much more than I anticipated, this might take a while.”

“Ican reposition, come in and help you look.” Luna said, knowing what his replywould be.

“No,I need you to keep an eye on our hosts.”

Lunaadjusted amongst the branches, making herself as comfortable as possible. Shemade passes over the structure, watching the guardsmen, watching the camp fire,waiting for any sign of trouble. It wasn’t long before her shoulders began toache and her thighs were going numb.

“Status,”Luna said, not wanting to sound impatient but the action of just watching wasmaking her stir crazy.

Therewas no reply, only the soft crackle of the radio. Luna swallowed hard, makinganother pass over the perimeter. She waited another minute, unsure if maybe hewasn’t able to reply because of a nearby threat.

“Soldier76, status.” She hailed again and once again the line was silent.

“Jackif you don’t answer me I’m coming in there.”

Shewaited, counting in her head to keep track of time, not wanting to remove hereyes from the men who had seemed to settle in around the fire. When there wasno reply Luna began her decent, once she hit the ground she clicked the magmarifle into combat configuration, allowing her to fire more rapidly in case ofconfrontation.

“Morrisonyou better be dead on the ground when I find you,” she hissed, more to herselfthan to Jack in particular. Really she was nervous, and not just because if hewas downed she would have to find a way to extract him out of the jungle on herown.

Lunafollowed Jack’s movements, remembering his part of the plan they had mapped outbeforehand. Being down nearly feet from the gang members was much worse thanwatching from the tree line and even her breathing seemed loud to her as sheclosed in on the door. Entering wasn’t difficult, but as she stepped inside shecould see what Jack had been talking about. Piles of crates, boxes and othervessels were stacked nearly to the ceiling, some of them laying open and empty.How many of these were full was a mystery which made Luna’s skin crawl. Shekept low, moving through the darkness as she searched for the mess of whitehair and that obnoxious motorcycle jacket amongst the cargo.

“Status,”she hailed again.

“Wellthis is a surprise.”

Lunafroze, a voice coming from her communicator.

“Ididn’t expect mister lone wolf to have a partner, probably how he grew theballs the actually move in on this place.”

Thevoice was female with a Hispanic accent. Luna had heard this voice before, sheknew who it was.

“Sombra.”She breathed, finding a spot to hunker down while she figured out her nextmove.

“Where’s76. If you touch him I swear—“ “—relajate amiga, I’m miles away, your ‘hosts’not so much.”

“Whatdo you want? Are you watching us?”

“I’mnot watching you, I’m watching what you want, which is what I want too. Maybewe can come to an agreement?”

Lunascoffed “if you think I’m going to give you the cube then you’re dumber than Ithought.”

Alaugh came through the receiver.

“Idon’t think you have much of a choice. The room that thing is kept in isimpenetrable without the right key. Luckily I have a copy.”

“Why?”Luna asked.

“BecauseI built it pendejo.”

Lunahuffed.

“Where’sJack?” Luna asked.

“Checkyour fancy watch.”

Lunaglanced down at the screen on her wrist, after a moment a skull flashed acrossthe screen, angular and purple before what looked like a video feed cropped up.Jack was crouched in some kind of room behind a stack of boxes, a handful ofmen sitting around what looked like a vault door. It was huge and brand newlooking, completely contrasted with the rest of the building.

“Ican get you that cube,” Sombra spoke again, this time infuriatingly smugsounding.

“Andwhat makes you think I want it so desperately?” Luna snapped.

“Don’tyou want the famous Jack Morrison to return back to Overwatch? That’s why youcame right?”

Lunafroze, how could she have known that?

“Youget the cube, he accepts the mission is over and he goes home, you have yourlittle family back. That’s what you really want isn’t it?” Luna could hear thesmile in her voice, making her blood boil.

“Howcome Ja—76 isn’t answering me.”

“Theyhave com blockers.”

Lunawas surprised by her answer, it seemed they had vastly under estimated LosMuertos. Luna chewed at her lip contemplating her options. Jack was pinned,either way this was going to go badly, and if they didn’t retrieve the cube hewouldn’t go with her. But to hand over a weapon like that to someone sodangerous, was she that desperate?

“I’mnot gonna blow up the world with the cube, I promise.”

Sombra’svoice chimed into her thoughts.

“Ican’t trust you.”

“Thendon’t. I don’t care really, this just saves me a trip to the Mexicanrainforest.”

Shewas so casual, so frustratingly aloof. Luna huffed.

“Fine.What do you want me to do?”

“I’msending you updated blueprints and the code you’ll need.”

Thecomms went silent again and Luna was left with her thoughts. After a moment herwrist lit up again, files downloading rapidly, what looked like 3D specs forsome high tech vault the first to open. She didn’t like that Sombra had sucheasy access to not only her tech but also her location. The map of thewarehouse was pretty simple, except there was an extended version that neitherLuna nor Jack had seen. A basement had been added only a few years ago, theblueprints themselves looked hand drawn, nothing like the original plans thatJack had gotten from the city. How Sombra had gotten her hands on it was amystery, much like everything else about the hacker.

Lunamaneuvered through the darkness, guided by the plans until she found a smallmetal stairway that lead into an even deeper blackness. Descending as quietlyas possible Luna watched as a room could be seen as she was halfway down.Construction lamps lit up the space beyond the small front room that the stairsended in, what looked like four people stood around, guns at their sides,cigarette smoke clouding the air. So this was where the rest of the gang hadbeen hiding out. Luna thought back to the video feed she had seen earlier,judging by where the guards were Jack was somewhere behind a pile of emptycrates just inside the doorway. How in the world she was going to get theguards out without causing too much of a scene was beyond her. As if answeringher question all of the guard’s heads seemed to perk up, not necessarily in herdirection but it was enough of a movement to get her to find shelter behind awall of discarded cardboard boxes beneath the stairs.

Theyall started saying something in Spanish, all too jumbled for her to understandas they began to run from the room, their voices angry.

“Goodluck. You’ve got a minute.”

Sombra’svoice nearly made Luna yelp from the unexpectedness. She wanted to argue, toprotest that she could have figured it out on her own, but if she really meantthey only had a minute there was no time. Luna entered the room, finding Jackwhere she had seen him, his visor just poking up from where he had been hiding.

“Itold you to wait outside.” He growled, moving out from behind cover.

“Yeahwell I’m here now,” she replied, beyond irritated.

“Howdid you get them to leave?” He asked as he surveyed the door.

“Ididn’t. They might be switching shifts which means we should hurry.”

Jackglanced at her like he was taking her in and Luna wondered if he knew she waslying. Finally he turned back to the door, specifically the keypad in front ofit.

“Theyhappen to leave a code lying around?” Jack asked sarcastically.

Lunafroze, she needed an excuse.

“Let mesee if I can figure it out.”

Jacklooked at her, a raised eyebrow over his mask before shrugging and turning awayto watch the door.

Lunanodded, crouching in front of the keypad. Her wristwatch blinked, a series ofsymbols popping up corresponding with the pad.

“Ithink I heard them talking, they uh, they change the code every other week.”

“Thishelps us how?” Jack asked in a hush tone, Luna making sure his eyes weresecurely focused on the stairway.

Lunawent silent, she could write it off later, they didn’t have much time now. Shepunched in the code, before hitting enter she made some dissatisfied noises,like she was testing something, playing up the unwitting code cracker for amoment.

“Gotit!” She said as the door clicked several times before opening with a hiss.

“Howin the world—“ “—we don’t have time c’mon.” She rushed into the safe.

Therewere several containers within the sterile vault, a simple square room with noother features than the metal walls, floor and ceiling. Jack went straight to ahefty looking case, as Luna grew closer she realized she could recognize thesymbol on its top.

“Wait,this was an Overwatch weapon?”

“Wenever used it as a weapon, we kept it safe. Well, we tried.” Jack pulled itfrom the myriad of other cases.

“Howcome you didn’t tell me?” Luna asked, halfway offended.

“Itwasn’t important. Let’s go.”

Hedidn’t look at her when he passed, set on a determined course forward. MaybeLuna wasn’t the only one hiding something. Luna followed him, tension thick asthey began to make their way back upstairs.

“Theysaid someone had infiltrated us, find ‘em.”

Theyboth froze, crouching on the stairs as heavy footsteps made their way throughthe mazes of cargo.

“Whatdid you do?” Jack snapped.

“Whatthe fuck do you mean what did I do?”She hissed, voice low but no less filled with venom.

Jackwent silent as a pair of footsteps came dangerously close to them beforepassing by.

“Ifyou had just stayed outside like I told you—“ “—you wouldn’t have gotten intothat vault and you wouldn’t have gotten the cube.”

“It’snot going to matter if we don’t make it out of here alive.”

“Areyou really that afraid to go home?” Luna retorted.

Jackwent silent, the only sound was the yelling of the guards above as theysearched.

“We’renot talking about this right now,” Jack finally said, Luna’s jaw setting as shelooked away from him.

“Seethe end of that row of boxes? On my count we’re going to make a run for it.”

“Rogerthat,” she said, her tone compliant but no less angry at him.

“One—“Luna let out a breath she had been holding “two—“ they both readied themselves“three—“ Luna sprinted out first, her feet light across the cement flooring,Jack’s heavy boots a little louder than her own, but as they crouched down inthe shadows it didn’t seem like they had been caught.

“Ionly came in because I was worried.” Luna mumbled.

Jackwas surveying the warehouse floor around the corner, not turning to her but shecould see his shoulders tense.

“Ifwe make a run for it they’ll see us, but there’s no other way for us to get outof here.”

“Fine.”

Jackturned to her and she made eye contact with his visor.

“Let’sgo.”

Hepaused, taking her in for a moment before nodding.

“Yougo first, I’ll take up the back, get ready to lay down cover fire,” he said.

Lunatook a deep breath, reading her magma rifle.

“Go.”

Luna’sstomach clenched, adrenaline kicking into high gear as she barreled forward outinto the open. The darkness was a good cover, but Jack had been right aboutthem being spotted. It took about five seconds before the yelling started, tenbefore someone started shooting.

“Ceasefire! Cease fire! Not around the cargo!” Someone shouted but it was already toolate, gunshots blared, bouncing off of the metal surroundings, Luna wishing shehad turned down her hearing aids.

Shewas nearly to the door, throwing a glance back at Jack who fired back at thegang members. This was extremely dangerous, live ammo in a place filled to thebrim with explosives, but they weren’t given much choice. Luna’s hands hit themetal door, Jack pausing to cover their exit when something bounced across thefloor at their feet.

“Jack!”Luna grabbed his arm, shoving him outside, a surprising amount of strengthsurging through her.

Hestumbled and she could hear the panicked shouts of the gang members behindthem. Someone had just made a very big mistake. Jack turned again, reaching outfor Luna as she hurtled herself against him, hitting him in his side, armsbarely coming to a close around his chest. The next moment happened in aninstant. There was a relatively small bang, the sound of a grenade going off,both of them halfway shielded by the doorway, but it was the explosion thatfollowed that would dwarf the first as a wave of hot air rushed over them. Lunadidn’t remember what happened after that, she remembered a searing pain thennothing, just darkness.

Thefirst thing she could hear was a loud pounding, she couldn’t tell if it was herheart or her head. She felt like she was numb, completely out of her body, orrather completely trapped inside of it one of the two. The next instant camerushing in all at once, her chest hurt, damn it burned to inhale, andeverything went from silence to too loud. She could hear labored breathing andeven as her head spun she knew she was moving although slowly.

“Comeon, damn it, open your eyes!” Jack’s voice was worn, broken and pleading.

Theyhad stopped moving, at least she thought so, and she could feel something warm onher face. She breathed in, choking on the cool night air, a strangled yelpleaving her throat as she tried to will her eyes open. Her vision was blurry atfirst and it was too dark to see anything, she wondered for a moment if she hadgone blind. But slowly a figure appeared, a face in the darkness looking downon her, bright blue eyes that were watery at the edges. Luna couldn’t stiflethe pained sob that ripped through her, squirming as it felt like every breathor sound she made seared her lungs.

“That’sit, wake up, look at me.” Luna squinted, even the involuntary tears hurt.

“Ja—“she bit off his name, her throat was too raw.

“Quiet,don’t try and talk, I know it hurts to breathe but you have to stay with me,okay?” he was messing with something that she couldn’t see. A bright yellowglow suddenly burst across Luna’s vision making her wince which only made herhurt even more.

“Itburns,” she gasped, her chest felt like it was on fire, like someone had lit upa gasoline tank in her abdomen.

“Whydid you do that? How could you be so stupid? How could you—why—?” Jack couldn’tfinish the sentence, the words tangling in his throat and choking him.

Itwas better in the darkness, Luna’s body, but as the light from the biotic fieldwashed over both of them he couldn’t stomach it. His hands cupped her swollenface, a face that was so contorted in pain and covered in soot it was nearlyunrecognizable from the teenager that had been recruited to Overwatch all thoseyears ago.

“Youcould have run, you could have saved yourself from this. I don’t deserve—I shouldhave—“ again he stopped, swallowing hard, his mouth suddenly too dry.

“I’msorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry god dammit.”

Thiswasn’t the time or the place to have this kind of break down, he knew that, heknew that the biotic field wasn’t enough, he knew he needed to get her out of thejungle and to a hospital before infection set in. But even as he screamed athis muscles to comply, to stand and pick her up he felt paralyzed. Instead heshook and cried, and begged for her forgiveness as he pressed his forehead tohers. He had been so selfish, so goddamned bull headed about revenge and truthand justice and whatever other bullshit he was so focused on, to face the factthat he was scared. Fuck, he was so scared.

Amoment passed like this, the sound of residual ammo going off in the distancefrom where he had taken Luna deeper into the brush, the sound masking the ugly criesthat escaped him. It wasn’t until the biotic field shut down, having done allit could for now and they were left in darkness did he compose himself. He hadfailed so many times, but maybe for once he could succeed at protecting thosehe cared for. He removed his jacket, gently easing Luna into it, Luna’s body tensingand her muscle spasming as they tried to simultaneously react to his touch andstop the pain they caused themselves in the same action. When she was zippedin, having gone mostly quiet, her head bobbing as he pulled her close to hischest, he rose and turned towards the road that lead away from the smolderingwreck behind them.

“Staywith me kid, we’ve got a long walk home.”

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