Summary: reader is a member of the Golden Path. Under Amita’s command you have to sneak to the Royal Palace to kill Pagan Min. But when you’re about to fulfill your mission, you find youself unable to – under charm of king Min, you decide to switch the path and stand by the side of the Royal Army, becoming one of the leaders.
@This is the first fic I have ever written.Feedback is SUPER welcome. If people enjoy this, I’ll write a part 2.
I chose the Valentine’s Day prompt from flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash’s 2k Writing Challenge. I did pick the prompt as @asshatry but I’m posting it here on my new side blog.
I want to give a BIG THANK YOU to @my-achilles–heel for not only editing this, but for making me feel so welcome in the thirst squad. <3 You’re the best.
Warnings: Fluff and a little bit NSFW
Synopsis: Negan wants to make her his next wife. She’s always turned him down, but now it’s Valentine’s Day and that man can be persistent….
I woke up that morning already in a bad mood. Maybe I had slept funny or was tossing and turning again. I wasn’t really sure. I kicked my legs over the edge of the bed and stretched, hoping the movement of my muscles would cause an overall feeling of relaxation. It did, but the feeling subsided way too quickly and I cursed softly under my breath. It was going to be a long day.
Then I remembered what day it was.
The dreaded, lovey-dovey holiday for all the romantic couples looking to rub it in everyone’s faces that their love is pure and strong. Bleh.
Somehow there was a silver lining to the dead coming back to life because the heart shaped candies and roses were a thing of the past. Now, holidays were a little more toned down, and I kind of preferred that.
I had been living at The Sanctuary for only a few weeks and before that, I hadn’t even known what day it was. Little things like that didn’t matter when it came to survival. But here, in this world…in his world, I could embrace those little things again. The date. The time. Being safe was a luxury that allowed attention to detail.
But there was a reason I was dreading today, and his name was Negan.
Summary: Sam has disappeared and whilst you and Dean try to find him, Dean turns into a jerk like your father and becomes reckless whilst driving to an unknown location.
Warning: Car crash
A/N: Firstly I apologise for the title, I couldn’t think of anything. ALso sorry for wrecking Baby it hurt my heart doing so. Lastly I have done so many ‘happily ever after’ endings to my sisfics but for this one I thought I’d try something different hahah sorry xx. Idk if there is room to add a second part but i’ll just see how popular this gets and if anyone asks for it I can work on it. love you long time, thank you for the 500 followers xx
Dean’s expressionless and stony face had his gaze entrapped on the vacant highway whilst the pair of you sped off into the night. You were used to Dean driving over the speed limit, but right now going double the speed limit was a little too fast for your liking. The cabin of Baby was thick with tension radiating off Dean and you knew better then to poke the bear, so you stayed quiet and prayed to Chuck that you wouldn’t crash.
Dean wasn’t in the right mind and therefore it was just plain dangerous that he insisted on driving. Since Sam disappeared, Dean had gone from bad to worst until he wasn’t even himself anymore. He hardly ate nor slept and just kept researching leads to find Sam. When no leads would appear, Dean would drink and drink and drink. He had bags under his eyes and he was paler then normal due to exhaustion and malnutrition. He had also lost weight making his clothes baggy on him. You tried as best you could to look after him and make him better but he always pushed you away and there was no way of persuading him otherwise once he had decided on somethig. Therefore, why you found yourself in the Impala in the early hours of the morning with your maniac brother driving.
The sound of a truck’s horn rang through his ears – eyes turning into saucers to the sudden realization when he had processed your words clearly.
He immediately turned his head back to Jungkook’s spot, catching a glimpse of a fast-pacing semi-trailer nearing him.
“NO!” Both of them simultaneously reached their hand out as they screamed for the boy to jump out of the way. And just when Jungkook noticed the presence of the truck, that was when everything stopped.
Everything had literally stopped – Jungkook had frozen in place, his body still in a running position while his eyes were widened to the realization of the presence of the truck. Whereas the driver was also fixed into place, shocked and in panic at the moment as he gripped the wheel tight in his hands. His truck a few feet away from smashing Jungkook and running him over in its way.
Both you and Taehyung pulled back, and you were bewildered that one of you had managed to stop everything from happening. You were slightly glad that he was saved on time, but now, one of you had to get him out of that spot before the time runs out.
You stepped forward to go and grab him out of there, until you were stopped by Taehyung, who was clutching onto your shoulder tight into his hand.
“Wait,” His tone was low, which made his naturally deep and dark voice more chilling than it already was. He didn’t look at you, nor did you look at him. He had stopped you at the exact moment when your shoulders were aligned with him. You couldn’t see his facial expression, but you had the feeling he was pissed for some reason you couldn’t fathom.
“Why were you chasing him?” He was talking about Jungkook, emphasizing about the scene he perceived before. There were a lot of things going in his mind, and he was dying to get answers so he could sort everything out. Starting from you, to his human friend, and to the demon before them.
“…” You kept silent, not knowing what to say. Could you just give up your position? How would you even explain to him that you knew Jungkook? You could think of any sort of explanation, but all of them led back to Jaebum. How would you even explain your relation with him? What would Taehyung even do?
His jaw clenched, feeling a rush of emotions inside him. But he kept that in and just seethed. Why were you silent? What did Jungkook have to do with this? What did Jaebum have to do with this? “Y/N please…” He pleaded, not wanting to be left in the dark. His hand was shaky; he didn’t want to hold your shoulder any tighter because he didn’t want to hurt you.
You licked your lips as you were uneasy; where would you even start?
“Taehyung… it’s a long story, but trust me on this.” You said as you pleaded back. You gently placed your hand over his which was on your shoulder, removing it so you could go and get Jungkook out of the way.
As you made your way towards him, Taehyung finally raised his head. He turned around and observed your worried figure, carefully dragging his beloved human away from the scene. He assumed you mean no harm to him – vividly remembering you calling out to him rather than watching him just die. But then why was the demon with you?
He looked back at the demon behind both of them, but before he knew it, he was pinned to the nearest wall with two hands at his throat.
You snapped your head towards the loud bang, and saw Jaebum strangling Taehyung in his grasp. You made sure to leave Jungkook by the side, then only to hurry next to them in attempts to stop Jaebum.
“Jaebum! Stop–!” You grab hold of his shoulders and pushed him away on the chest, distancing him away from Taehyung as you stood in front of him in a protective stance before he could do any more harm.
Jaebum stumbled back a bit before soon regaining his balance. He raised his head, and you could now see his eyes were turned to a pale yet alarming yellow, which sent chills down your back as you recalled flashbacks on the fateful deal.
“You’re too good for your own well being, you know that right–?” He put his sentence to a halt as he lunged for Taehyung, you grabbing a hold of him and struggling to shove him away from him. But unfortunately, Taehyung decided to step back in and lunge at him as well – shoving the demon back, before walking towards him again to start a brawl.
You were panicking at the sight, disheveled from head to toe. You had to think quick, and next thing you knew, you were pointing your blade at Jaebum as you were in between the both of them. He didn’t look too happy, but he stopped when he saw your blade directed at him.
“I’m disappointed, you should be pointing it at him.” He narrowed his eyes towards the other angel. You eyes darted to find where the hell was Mira, and you saw her frozen still. “After all, he’s the one attacking me right–”
“Shut up or I’m piercing this to your heart.” You cut him off as you fixed the angel blade in your hand, easing it before tightening your grip around its handle. You had priorities, yes. But you would never point your blade at Taehyung even if the person before you was right, because you chose your brother first before anything else.
“I choose my brothers and sisters before anything else, especially if that ‘anything else’ is someone like you.” Your words had never been truer, and that had taken him by shock. His lips were parted in awe at your words that dripped with poison and animosity that was directed towards him. He felt… hurt by your words. But he knew he couldn’t fight it – an angel’s loyalty for their family. He knew you would choose them over him in a heartbeat, but that only brought him back to reality.
He stepped back, eyes turning back to the dark brown hue they were. He was defeated.
You sighed as you slowly pulled back your blade, still standing in between them. You felt guilty for even saying those words to him, but they were true. You gulped, not sure of what to say to break the ice right now.
“Just– stay away from him.” You said all of a sudden, but Taehyung stared at both of you hard, not able to comprehend what was even happening. What was going on between the two of you?
“Explain to me; what on earth are you doing with this abomination?” He questioned you, before turning his glare back to Jaebum. His tone was filled with disgust when he had described him.
“We have to kill him now, there’s no denying he would side with Heaven against you after this–” Jaebum tried to reason with you, but you weren’t having it, not yet. Not when you had the chance to convince Taehyung to not tell anybody, especially Jinyoung and Seokjin. But you had never seen Taehyung fight before, or even seen him describe anyone with hatred. Was it a primal instinct encoded in all of you that even one of the most pacifistic angels you knew were bound to succumb to it?
“No! He won’t, not until I convince him…” You trailed off as you hesitated to let the words fall from your mouth. “Then we can do it your way.” Your breath was shaky as you gave him your consent. Taehyung widened his eyes at you when those words rolled off your tongue, knowing what they fully meant.
“Alright,” He shrugged as he threw his hands up, letting you have this for now. He crossed his arms as he waited for you to explain to Taehyung your situation.
“Taehyung,” Your voice was firm, and you held your ground as you stood tall in front of him. “You have to trust me on this, okay?” You pleaded, hoping that he would understand. “I don’t know if you’ve caught on– but it’s not a demon’s doing.”
He pondered your words for a moment; not a demon’s doing?
“All the disturbances, it’s not their doing. It’s someone– or something else’s, and we don’t know what.” You explained; your voice was grounded, and definitely a lot more convincing to him. He had figured this not too long ago, so he kept his arms crossed, indicating that he was thinking and compiling his thoughts.
“…I thought so too.” He admitted, blankly looking at the stop sign. He had a feeling that that might have been the case with them, considering the many dead ends they encountered.
“But why not approach Seokjin or Heaven yourself?” He questioned, and you were puzzled why he would ask you that, not until you realized he was now gazing towards the demon behind you.
“Are you kidding? They’ll kill me, and what chance would I have against them when I’m weakened?” He protested, irritated beyond belief that Taehyung would actually think it would go that smoothly for him.
“I mean you could team up and have the higher chances–” He tried to back up his suggestion, but was cut off when Jaebum was suddenly in front of him – his arm extended on his shoulder. His head hung low, shaking it in disbelief at his words.
“Listen, I’m glad you think that way, heck I’m fucking delighted for you even considering working with someone like me–” He emphasized that last part while narrowingly looking back at you, hinting your previous use of words. You shifted your gaze from them immediately, shying away from what his gaze did to you. “–but your superiors wouldn’t likely see it that way.” He finished; making his point.
Taehyung looked at him baffled, clearly speechless as he lips parted to say something but was unable to.
“So what’s it gonna be Taehyung?”
When you were back at the university, it rolled back to 10 minutes before the incident. You were now back at the terrace, sitting under the same fig tree. Taehyung said he was friends with Jungkook before, which was why he was curious and worried as to why you were chasing him. You found that to be quite convenient, what a small world – you thought. Since Taehyung knew him, you thought you might have asked him why he was like that. And to your surprise, he explained that ‘Jungkookie’ was going through a rough time, since his family wasn’t exactly paying attention to him, not even his brother. He’s pressured into something he says he can’t get out of – the fraternity and their rules.
Before you had parted ways with him, he gave you an odd looking piece of device. It was a mobile phone that was compiled with aluminum metal as its smooth case and a layer of indium tin oxide for the touchscreen that could display mesmerizing colors. Apparently it was used for the means of communications, and he willingly showed you how to contact him. You thought of how convenient it was, and how you would be able to keep in touch with Taehyung despite the long distance. That’s how he managed to keep in touch with Jungkook; it was an ‘iPhone’ as he said, which you thought was pretty generic for a phone. You sighed while observing it in your palms.
And for some reason; Jaebum was also in a foul mood for whatever reason you could think of. He was sitting there with his arms crossed and legs sprawled – a frown plastered on his expression. Was it the words you threw at him? But you quickly shook that out of your head; why would he even be having a fit about that anyways – it was true and it was platonic between you two. But nonetheless, you decided to think of ways to appease the demon.
You slouched back into your seat, and on cue, you saw Jungkook bust out the door the same time from before. You let him ran this time, knowing that he was just going to the arcade. But you still couldn’t quite ponder why he glared at you like that. You sighed dishearteningly, not able to comprehend how complicated human emotions were. Nevertheless, you decided to bring your attention back to Jaebum.
You sighed for the second time, now deciding to break the ice with the demon. “Still up for some chaos?” Your voice hinted some mischief in it; you were in the mood to let out your pent up frustration on whatever. He looked at you expectantly, quirking an eyebrow.
“Whenever you’re ready babe,”
The comfort room doors busted open, giggling disrupting the quiet and hollow atmosphere. The group of girls made their way towards the big mirror, bringing out their makeup kits to make their faces as flawless as it was before. “That was brilliant! I can’t believe she fell for that!” They gossiped on and on about some poor girl, falling victim to hands of a fake love letter that was supposedly from her secret admirer.
“What’d I tell ya?” Cindy popped a red lipstick out from her back, happy with how their prank worked out well. “Told you she was gullible,” The other agreed, nodding their heads as they checked their makeup on the big mirror, making sure to always be in tiptop shape.
“I honestly thought she was smarter than that, considering– you know– straight As, top student?” One rolled her eyes at the thought of the said student. This was one of their hobbies, to stir some drama. And Cindy needed to blow off some steam with what happened with Jungkook. His actions caused people to break out some rumours through whispering, leaving her utterly embarrassed when she could clearly hear them. Not with her own ears though, but with the ears of others. Word gets around fast. What better way than to make another person’s life more miserable than hers?
“What did happen with–” “Shut it. I don’t want to hear his name.” She silenced the person who asked immediately, daring anyone to bring his name up. Her tone was ice-cold, and how they were said brought fear into their bodies, not daring to piss her off.
“We should hurry up though, class is about to start soon. Plus it’s r-really cold in here for some reason, don’t you think?” Her last statement was shaky as she noted the major shift in temperature. She held her arms together to provide any sort of warmth; it wasn’t helping when her dress showed a lot of skin as well.
“Yeah, I noticed that too…” One claimed, agreeing with the other. She could practically see her own breath by just breathing normally. The lights were starting to flicker above them.
“This s-school really needs to fix some of its elect–” Before she could finish her sentence, the mirror suddenly broke and lights busted in a blast. Shrieks filled the female comfort room, making the passersby stare at the door in either confusion, curiosity, or in fear. The next second, girls were busting out the door in fear, some tripping on the way. Their disheveled cries filled the hallways, and people looked at them baffled. Some may have been discreetly taking pictures of them in amusement.
Laughter now filled the comfort room, you busted out off one of the stalls with a grin on your face. Jaebum following after. Who knew it would be this fun to prank someone? Especially when you were with your rival.
“Okay now I don’t feel so bad about pranking them,” You admitted, recalling your earlier thoughts – saying ‘it just wouldn’t be right’, or that ‘they probably have a reason.’ but man, were you wrong.
“You shouldn’t be, what goes around comes around.” He snorted, repairing the mirror and lights in an instant. Needless to say, you did manage to lift his mood up.
“Honestly; I thought you were the type to bring them to your prison cage.” You spoke your mind, since Jaebum was the type of demon to torture many poor souls physically, mentally, and spiritually. You thought this was quite small compared to all the stories you heard happened in Hell.
“Let’s keep it low for now, what I truly enjoy isn’t exactly good for the stomach.” Knowing him, his personal interests are for sure something nobody would want to get to know about, let alone have a glimpse of.
The door swung open, but by the time security came to check. Both of you were gone in the speed of light, and all the damages that had been done were reversed.
Taehyung was now in the arcade with Jungkook, his hands in his slack’s pockets, watching the teen before him break an all new record on the machine. Then after managing to die in the game, he practically jumped for joy.
“Nicely done, Kooks.” He complimented as he pretended to be impressed with his achievement. He loved how the young boy jumped for joy in something so small, yet so meaningful to him. He was leaning against the machine as he eyed the score on the screen.
Jungkook was now stretching and popping his bones from the stiffness he had to endure by staying in the same position for long hours. “Oh my god– that feels good–” He grunted out midway, then moving to stretch his back. “I’m glad you could come along Tae.” Taehyung just hummed in agreement to his words. He was always free at this time, consider it a break and award for all his hard work.
“One question though, how do you have time for this? Don’t you have like– school?” Jungkook queried, curious as to how the man seemed to always be in the arcade. The angel quirked an eyebrow at him, before letting a smirk adorn his features.
“How old do you think I am Jungkook?” Then it came to shock to the said man; was he not the same age as him? He looked so young though. “I don’t attend school,” He added, implying that he had a job and was older than what the human thought of him to be – at least, in human years. “I’m usually free around this time because it’s my break time.” He explained it even further before the other got the chance to question even further and urge him to make a more puzzling half-truth.
“Is that so? What’s your job?” He inquired, curious as to what job this young man could possibly have. He guessed maybe a model, which is why he didn’t attend school. It could also explain why he was so gorgeous and practically flawless head to toe.
And why he always had expensive brands (Gucci) on him, whether it was even the tiniest of things like socks.
“Let’s just say it’s family business.” Taehyung kept it vague, knowing he could only respond with the truth, and only the truth. And this wasn’t a lie; they all considered each other and refer to each other as ‘brother’ or ‘sister’.
“Ahh, no wonder you don’t attend school.” Jungkook uttered out. Taehyung left him with his assumptions and thoughts on what he thought he meant with when he said ‘family business’.
The day ended well for the both of them, they managed to say their farewells before parting in opposite directions outside the arcade. It was around mid-afternoon this time, Jungkook skipped the rest of the day starting from recess to dismissal. It was a rare occurrence for him to be skipping classes, but it certainly did happen, most of times when he had to let heat off.
Taehyung did have a particular reason to be here though; he was smarter than most would think. Behind all that goofy, outgoing posterior, he truly was wiser than most had thought. The only reason why he seemed to be unguarded was because he could care less about what others thought – surely there were more pressing matters than to look ‘professional’.
He noticed how normal this town had been ever since they got here; compared to the others, it seemed like natural disasters and bad luck just swerved there way here – as if it was ultimately dodged. He found it weird in fact, but his intuition was telling him it was something much more. So to make not seem suspicious, he decided to spend his time here with Jungkook to avoid suspicious eyes as to why he was roaming around town. One could see why he was worried when you chased him, and it was enough for him to make an assumption that something was wrong. More so when he saw that demon.
You had explained to him however, much to his relief. He still couldn’t fathom why Jaebum would actually go and take you for a tour, but he decided that he shouldn’t press on the matter, since it wasn’t his business and it was your deal.
He was walking down the street in the mid-day, wondering what you were up to this time through his phone. This little piece of device is just something his eye caught when he first met his human friend, he only observed what he was doing with it and it only took him a few minutes to get the hang of it. He must admit, it was handy invention.
Then something caught his nose; he smelled the faint scent of… fire? His eyes widened; where was that coming from? Troublesome thoughts ran through his mind, as he followed the excruciating smell of burning trash. His feet led him to an alleyway, where he saw rapid fire emitting from the trash, gradually turning it into ashes as the smoke polluted the air. It was red – and it was wild, its cackling was loud and did not go unnoticed. He found it weird, but something felt terribly wrong about this.
Screams suddenly seemed to fill his his entire mind – clutching his head in his hands due to the intensity of it. He winced in pain, and as his eyes were squinted, he could clearly see the shattering of windows next to the fire. He knew those screams too well, and what they did when they were scorching in agony.
He quickly fled the scene, jogging as far away from it as possible. He brought a hand up to the bridge of his nose, massaging it. Then doing the same for his temples to ease the recent migraine he just had. Once he was in a crowded area where humans were walking on the streets, he found the noise to calm him and his thoughts. He tried to decipher what had happened back there, but he didn’t even know what was that.
Summary: A super short one shot based off of Mino’s EXIT trailer. Semi-adult content. You’ve been warned. Genre: Mino x Reader Word:890 Disclaimer: I do not own any gifs used. They belong to their rightful owners. _________
You ran a cool finger over your lips as your eyes stared up at the ceiling. The warmth of the mattress a stark contrast to the cold brick that dug into bare skin hours before. Your breath hitching as the ghosting sensation of large hands grabbing, fingers bruising, into your thighs set your lungs on fire.
You closed your eyes. Tried to chase the memory that was dragging up fresh feelings. It had only been close to two hours. That was the only reason it was so vivid and bright, like the paintings you’d been staring at before he’d made his entrance.
Both of your fingers playing in a dangerous dance, as you tried to concentrate on the abstract artwork. He was looking at you, a light smile tugging up the corners of his full lips. You refused to look; to acknowledge him the way he blatantly regarded you. Only allowing yourself a moment to admire him through your peripherals.
You should have pulled your hands away when you felt the first brush of his fingertips teasing yours. Testing to see how far he could take it. He’d taken it as far as he could go and you allowed every step. Feeling like a voyeur in your own life until the moment his hands traced every curve of your skin.
Heated lips kissing feverishly until he consumed every sigh of bliss. Your lips purring your approval against his own.
It was only meant to have been a simple drink, leading to a simple walk around the new art gallery that’d opened up down the street. You told yourself you would keep it innocent. Instant sexual attraction with a perfect stranger was movie status. It held no real weight in the real world. That’s what you’d told yourself fervently.
But with every step, every slight intrusion of his body into your personal space, he made it harder to tell yourself that lie. It was a lie to protect yourself. To keep you from doing the wrong thing. You didn’t want to be right or wrong around him, though. You just wanted him.
So when he pulled you outside the EXIT door of the gallery you didn’t protest. You didn’t bother with unnecessary questions. Fleeting, “Where are we going’s?” and “What are we doing?”
All the answers to those questions you already knew. Even if a part of you didn’t know, you didn’t bother asking. The strength behind how he led you along let you know right away; this wasn’t a simple stroll. This action held purpose. He had a plan for you and whether you’d admit it out loud or not, you were all too eager to find out what he had planned.
He didn’t disappoint as he dragged you into an alley. His body encompassing yours as he filled your personal space, making it his own. A strong hand wrapping around the back of your neck. Leaning it back just enough to give him the perfect angle. As soon as those lips you’d admired in secret pressed against yours, you knew he wouldn’t be met with resistance.
His thumb caressed the line of your jaw, and lips making eager work of yours. You opened to him without any need for prompting; your fingers curling tightly into the waistband of his jacket. His lips were so delicate, yet rough. Gliding his bottom lips against yours. His nose teasing across yours like a butterfly kiss. Somehow sending sweet signals of a chill down your spine.
The alleyway was brazen; an open threat of being caught clinging like a twisted seduction in the air. With every touch, every caress, and every kiss of his lips against yours you found yourself helpless. Quiet pleads for him to go further; soft moans elicited through grazes of teeth and lips across your neck.
There was no fight from you when you felt his hands draw your dress up your thighs. His fingers playing along the band of your panties. Your hands only fumbled helplessly at his belt. Your desire outmatching your need to appear collected. The need to feel him was intoxicating and it just wasn’t enough.
His large hands wrapped around your ass, and used it to hoist you up until your legs wrapped around his waist. He pressed you harder into the brick of the alley’s walls to keep you in place. So his hands could roam your body; unfolding the cloth from your breasts and exposing them to the chill December night. His hands squeezing and fingers lightly pinching on the delicate buds.
You needed him and moaned the thought into existence. Unashamed to plead for it as your fingers wind in his hair. His hand having to cover your mouth as he entered you; moans and curses reverberating between thick fingers as heavy thrusts pressed your skin into the bricks.
After it was all said and done, between goodbye kisses, and lasting touches. Names were finally shared, like an afterthought. Staring up at the ceiling, your mind replaying the moment again, you found yourself remembering the way his lips curved as he smiled. The way they formed around each syllable of his name, that you finally spoke it into existence:
Who will you be spending Christmas with this year? Unless something changes drastically between now and then, Christmas Eve with my extended family, Christmas day with Carl’s parents, and then a random Saturday night before or after the holiday with my parents.
What time do you usually go to sleep at night? Around 10:30 or 11:00.
Did you go to high school with your current best friend? Nope. We met in college.
Have you ever wanted to be vegetarian or vegan? I went as far as trying it, even. Being a vegetarian wasn’t super difficult but I’d never want to be vegan again.
Steve had you
to the jet and strapped into the pilot seat in the blink of an eye. His hands were shaking as he tried to secure
the harness, not stopping even when you put yours over them with a firm
grasp. He closed his eyes and tried to
breathe, but each attempt only made his heart beat harder and the panic build
even faster. His skin began to feel cool
and clammy under your touch, and you began to worry.
Honda Acty Compo, 2002. A tiny semi-trailer concept designed to ferry a motorcycle, then when the trailer isn’t needed lift up the sides of the rear try to create a miniature pick-up truck. For added manoeuvrability the rearmost wheels are also steered
The radioactive dust and sand swirled around the travelers as they walked through the desert, a small group of Brahmin pulling a pre-war semi truck trailer behind them. One traveler was an elderly man, armed to the teeth with various melee weapons on his person. The radiation didn’t bother him, it hadn’t for awhile. As they moved forward, the clicking from his makeshift pip-boy stopped, signalling the end of the bombardment of rads. He looked over at his companion wearing a hazmat suit. Knowing that they probably still couldn’t hear him too well through it, he motioned to the Geiger counter on his wrist, trying to let them know about the safety.
Lachtna had changed over time. He no longer looked like a ghoul, his regeneration factor outpacing the breaking down of his cells. He could still appear ghoulish if he chose to, and he certainly looked like one if his regeneration had to put its focus elsewhere on him.