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yawnderu · 4 months

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Attention — Keegan P. Russ x Fem!OC

Using my queens @moosch's OC Nameless for a trade we made! Go check out her amazing drawing of K-9 as an OC and her art<3

Life works in mysterious ways. One day you're helping kill 500 enemies with your bare hands alongside your comrades, and the next one, you're cuddling up to a tiny brat rescued from no man's land 3 years ago.

Keegan's hold tightened on her, hand running gently up and down on her back as she returned the favor, a much smaller hand tracing lazy circles on his back while they laid next to each other. It was one of the few moments of peace they could get, both as touch starved as they come and with a need to keep someone close.

His mind was blank for once, void of all the gunfire and images of the devastating non-stop war, simply focusing on what another person's warmth felt for once. His lips lightly touched her forehead as his eyes closed, taking a deep breath and holding onto her like a lifeline, making sure not to hurt her. It doesn't take long for Keegan to fall asleep, relaxation taking over his body before he realizes it.

He wakes up to an empty bed, eyebrows furrowing slightly at the realization that Nameless is no longer by his side. He gets out of bed hesitantly, stomach rumbling as he makes his way to the kitchen. A small smirk tugs on his lips as he sees Nameless struggle to get something out of the cabinet, approaching her before anyone else does.

''Hey there, little one... need help with getting this from the top shelf?'' She tenses up when his warm, big hand makes contact with her head, hesitantly turning around to look up at him. All he can do is offer him a smile so kind and nice that instantly makes red flags go off in her head, though she gives him the benefit of the doubt.

Keegan grabs the box she was trying to get, holding it close to her before pulling it out of her reach when she tries to grab it. His smirk grows wider when he sees the expression on her face, a slight grimace mixed in with frustration at his annoying behavior. He only relents once he sees the frown on her face as she she's about to turn around and go tell Elias he's bothering her again.

''Wait.'' The bastard was clearly holding back his laughter at the fuming expression on her face, a few chuckles managing to escape out of his lips even when he was trying not to.

''Here.'' He offered her the box and this time— despite the temptation— didn't pull it away. He noticed the fishing rod hanging over her shoulder and the stare she gave him for a few seconds before grabbing the box. He simply nodded his head, starting to get ready himself, a rifle thrown over his shoulder. What kind of man would he be if he's not there to protect the young girl? Bullshit, he just enjoys being annoying.

He grabbed a book on the way out, knowing he'd just let her fish in peace while he's keeping watch, making sure no enemies sneak on them despite the area being relatively safe.

''Let's go.'' She follows after him, staying quiet the entire walk and simply looking everywhere around her. The area was surrounded by nature, enough to give them privacy and cover in case anything goes down. They make their way to a lake Nameless found on one of her many expeditions, Keegan sitting down near the shoreline as he watches her remove her shoes, soaking her feet in the water.

''A young girl walked to the witness stand.'' He began reading, her attention now on him as she tilted her head, looking at the book he was reading. To Kill A Mockingbird.

''As she raised her hand and swore that the evidence she gave would be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help her God, she seemed somehow fragile-looking,'' He looked at her with a small smirk, making her roll her eyes and a small chuckle to leave his lips as she got knees-deep into the water, trying to find fish she could miraculously catch with her hands.

''but when she sat facing us in the witness chair she became what she was, a thick-bodied girl accustomed to strenuous labor.'' There's a small smile on his face as he reads to her, voice deep and leveled to make it more pleasant.

''In Maycomb County, it was easy to tell when someone bathed regularly, as opposed to yearly—'' He's interrupted by water splashing, baby blue eyes looking up just to see her holding a big carp in her hands, a bright smile on her face as she looked at it as proud as one could be.

''Attagirl!'' He put the book away, leaning closer to ruffle her hair despite her silent protest, a smile on his face matching hers. Not even Keegan being annoying on purpose could ruin her happiness at catching the damn thing on accident.

''C'mon, I'll cook it. Think you can catch another one?'' Keegan's annoying smirk was all the motivation she needed to take the challenge.

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physsting · 1 year

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CW: Starvation, force feeding, lady whumper, slightly animalistic whumpee, it as a pronoun, institutionalized slavery

First time posting! Please let me know if I missed a tag or warning. This is my first time writing a nameless MC, so let me know how it goes over, hope you enjoy!

@kim-poce (You mentioned a while ago that people could tag you in things, hopefully this guy isn't too animal-like for you)

Edit: so, uh, I only posted the first 600 words or so the first time aroud. Its 2k now. Riperoni.

Something crouched in the shadows next to the dumpster, presing itself against the rotten metal, eyes darting from point to point. It trembled slightly in the cold, the soiled rags clinging to its body doing nothing to protect against the night air. Another dumpster sat in the dingy yellow glow of a streetlamp across the road. The thing's stomach growled.

It pushed off the dumpster, tentatively taking a few steps forward, head cocked into the wind as it moved. Caution gave way to desperation before it made it to the sidewalk. The thing burst into a lolloping run, gaze fixed on the dumpster ahead. It only saw the oncoming lights an instant before it heard the squealing screech, both a half a second before a great force slammed into its shoulder, sending the world into black.

…..

It next noticed antiseptic stinging it's nose. It frowned, bordering on a snarl. Harsh light burned its eyes, and the grating hum of flourescent lights worked its way into its brain. Its body ached, claws of pain wrapped around its shoulder and down through its ribs. It shifted, letting out a soft whine as the injuries shifted too.

A door closed somewhere nearby. It gasped and shifted back, measuring its breathing to approximate sleep and straining its ears. Several seconds passed before it heard the footsteps, light and quick and squeaking against the tile. The thing bled all the tension from its limbs, sinking down against the hard ground, breathing evenly. The footsteps stopped nearby, and it had just enough time to hope there was another one in the next stall over before a rattling cage door put an end to it.

It didn't know how deeply it had been sleeping, if the rattling alone would have been enough to wake it up or if it needed to wait until it was touched. Waking right up and jumping to it's knees all ready to please would be the "correct" thing to do.

The footsteps entered the cage and took three steps towards him before stopping and kneeling.

"Hey there, sweetheart," she cooed. It tensed despite itself, at once knowing the jig was up and yet unable to open its eyes to face the sweet lie dripping from the human's enemy. She tried a couple more times, rubbing its arm to wake it up. Eventually she let out a sigh and unzipped a bag.

A burst of pain lit up its calf. The thing yelped and curled further into itself. The pain wasn't all that bad, an uncomfortable vibration turned just this side of too much. The memories it brought of the blue buzzing pressed to the soft flesh of its belly or cheek were much worse.

The human was cooing at it again, the tone washing over it more than the words. Soft hands held its arm and hip. It flinched away, muscles beginning to tremble. It's lip wobbled, its nose prickled, a tear threatened to fall -

At once, it took control of its mind like one would throw down a sheep for shearing. It grit its teeth and let out a deep growl as it opened its eyes and lunged upwards to a crouch.

The human scrambled several steps backwards, hand raised. It eyed her over its knees, huffing deep breaths against the screaming pain of it's injuries. She moved slowly, eyes darting away just long enough to take the handles of her doctor's bag. It shifted as she took a tentative step towards the cage door, the two circling each other with locked eyes until their positions reversed. Her movements were slow until the door unlatched, at once rushing through the doorway and slamming it behind her. The thing only thought to make a break for it when the opening was nearly closed, only succeeding in slamming into the chain link door with a loud rattle and sending the human running down the hallway.

...

"You're recommending him for euthanasia?" The shelter foreman tossed the nurse's report down on his desk. It was short, most of the text covered by a photo of the pet. It was crouched in its cage, scowling at the camera. The position was similar to many of the pets that came through the council shelter, but something about it was different. Ready to strike rather than curled in fear. He'd spent the last several days curled against the back wall of the cage, eyeing and growling at anyone who came close.

The foreman scrubbed a hand over his face and sighed. The no-kill shelter was a cornerstone of the mayor's last election campaign. Constituents couldn't stand the thought of sweet little pets being put down before they could find good homes, nevermind the fact that most pets that ended up without owners were faulty. Best case scenario, the one person in town with the resources to provide for one specific pet happens to wander into the shelter at the right time. Worst case scenario was sitting in Kennel 12.

The shelter had managed to orchestrate events so that no pet was put down while under their care. It was unlikely that they could even get Kennel 12 into the van, much less convince the next jurisdiction over to take him.

The nurse waited on the other side of the desk, knowing what the eventual response would be but letting the foreman come to the conclusion himself. After a moment, the man sighed. "Do whatever you need to, get him to cooperate."

...

The thing curled up against the back wall of its cage. The corner would be more comfortable, but Pets were in the cages on either side and it couldn't bring itself to curl up that close to them. They whispered to each other, silvery rasps that filled the air as soon as the lights went out. It didn't try to understand them; none of them were addressed its way, and the sound itself was beginning to drive it crazy. Sometimes the whispering would get too loud, fill its brain and bounce around its mind in endless overlapping echoes, and it would let out a desperate sound loud enough to drown out the noise. The whispering would quiet, and the thing could fall back into a fitfull sleep.

Mornings came with thin sunlight filtering through the high narrow windows near the ceiling, beams slanting down to the caged below. The filthy thing huddled away from the beams, curled in the shadows as they surrendered to the light, its brain filled with danger danger danger. When the light finally snuffed out the darkness, the thing buried its face in its knees and wished so much to be invisible that it might one day come true.

Meals were difficult. Twice a day, someone came down the hallway with a cart and slid the trays of food under the cage doors. The Pets around him came eagerly for it, some greeting the person and others waiting for them to leave before diving headfirst into their tray. Some ate it directly off the ground, some used their hands. The thing in the shadows didn't know what it would do; it just wanted to eat. The cart came too late and too early, the metal tray shining in the slanted beam of the sunlight. The hidden thing tried to force itself to move, to convince the wild part of its mind that the others were behind bars where they couldn't attack it for taking a meal. That it was already caught and the shadows were useless now.

That part of itself refused to be swayed.

...

The thing's body was trembling. It never stopped. The guard dogs standing over it would have been enough to send a tremor through its body to begin with, but add on the hunger and the thing's teeth were all but knocking together. It was so weak. It doubted it could run fast enough to escape the dogs, much less fight them off. The human stepped in front of them, showing her teeth. She knelt and slid a tub of grey mush across the ground. The thing flinched, pressing impossibly further against the wall.

"It's okay, its food," she cooed. It tore its eyes away from the guards long enough to glance down at the tub. It seemed food-like enough. It was so hungry that anything that might fill its belly would be sufficient. It uncurled a hand and reached towards-

NO!

The thing let out a whimper and snatched its hand back against its chest. Danger danger danger. It squeezed its eyes shut, tears leaking out the corners. No, no no no. The human sighed. A second passed before rough hands tore it out of its protective ball, away from the safety of wall. It screamed, in fear and in pain. It kicked and clawed weakly at the iron grips of the guard dogs as they threw it to the floor and pinned it there. They each had a hand on its shoulder and a hand on it's wrists, rendering its arms useless. Grunts and whimpers fell from its lips as it struggled, barely moving an inch.

The thing froze as the nurse came into view. She knelt down at its side and took the lid off the tub. She pulled out a funnel, and the animal started to scream through clenched teeth. She reached towards its face slowly, almost in slow motion. It turned its face away, away, into the floor into the arms of the guards anywhere, anywhere to escape. Her fingers curled around its jaw and forced it's mouth to open, the scream briefly ringing in the air before the funnel muffled it once more. A ridge clicked behind its teeth and wouldn't budge no matter how hard it pushed against it with its tongue. A limp tube slid down into its throat. It choked and wrenched its head this way and that to dislodge the intrusion. The nurse held the wide end and began to pour.

It inhaled once and felt the mush enter its lungs. It writhed on the ground, coughing and hacking to expell it. The nurse paused her pouring until it managed to take in a deep shuttering breath. When the mush hit the back of its throat again, the thing was careful to swallow. It slowly stopped its fighting and settled for weak crying, tears cutting lines down the sides of its head, some small part of it so, so grateful for the meal.

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