Mini fic time because I’m tired and the autism is autisming
(Gaz/alex)
~If Gaz and Alex were included in the countdown mission~
“Soap! It’s not gonna hold you need to jump down to the other shaft!” Gazs voice echoed, going down to soap. He watched as Soap jumped down the the other elevator shaft, falling through and stunning himself. He was facing Hassan now, with no weapon, just the missile controls.
“Fuck!” He yelled down, turning around to Alex. “He’s all alone down there, with Hassan.” He spoke, slightly panicked.
“Shit..” he watched Alex reach for his radio and call for Price. “Alex to Price- Soap has got the missile controls but is stuck 3 floors below us with no weapon and multiple armoured AQ guards.”
Just as price was about to talk into his radio, Soap spoke up. “I’ve got the missile controls, I’m hiding currently. What do i do?” He asked Laswell.
“This is watcher-1…” Gaz blocked out the rest and started thinking of ways he could assist Soap, pacing while also staying alert for any incoming AQ guards. Alex was listening intently, wishing on a star that Soap would make it out alive and with a detonated missile.
Gaz then heard some rummaging by the door and his head snapped up, his firearm close by his chest. “Alex- movement outside the door.” He said in a hushed tone, approaching the door slowly. He could hear men speaking in Arabic, barking orders at each other. “Copy.” The American confirmed.
They both waiting in cover outside the door until the weak piece of wood was knocked off its hinges. There’s was 5 armoured AQ guards which would probably take a lot of ammo and effort to take down. “Contact!” Gaz yelled, opening fire and aiming for the guards helmets. With an entire mag, he managed to take out one of them and weaken another. Alex was also shooting at them, but he had to be careful with the amount of ammo he was using because he was on his last mag. “Last mag!” Gaz yelled, finishing off his bullets before pulling out his knife.
The guards kept on shooting, but Gaz and Alex moved swiftly, taking out each guard.
The last two them took on Gaz and Alex. Alex was having a hand to hand combat fight while Gaz was fighting a knife away from his throat. “Piss off you bastard..” he said after dodging the knife for a fifth time. He kept on dodging until he was hit over the head, dazed slightly. “Fuck!” He yelled out, his vision blurring slightly and his head throbbing.
He felt a whoosh of wind pass by him, holding up his arms in Defense. He was pinned to the ground, wishing he could die any other way but this. He could imagine Alex winning his fight and looking over to see Gaz, with blood pooling around him and oozing out of his neck. And Gaz would never had told him how he felt.
He readied himself before feeling the weight pinning him down be tackled off, by alex. Gaz then slumped, letting out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. Alex quickly took out the soldier before looking over at Gaz. “Hey, you good?” He said, his soft American accent ringing out. Gaz rubbed his head, feeling blood from being hit drip down his face slightly. “I’m good, you?” He asked, turning to Alex.
“Solid.”
Gaz then rolled over, kneeling. He then heard a loud bang come from outside the building and in the middle of the air. He looked up to see a mix of oranges and yellows hanging in the air beautifully. He did it. Soap did it.
A big smile spread across Gazs face, showing his natural small sharp fangs. He laughed out, relieved as he stared up at the sight.
Alex stared at gazs face, enamoured by his sheer beauty. The way the lights of the fire mixed perfectly with his skin and eyes, and lit up the best parts of his features. “It’s beautiful..” Gaz said, not taking his eyes off of the imploded missile. “Yeah, it is..” Alex spoke softly, looking at Gaz and not sparing a glance at the fire.
They stayed like that until they were broken from their trance, Gaz turning to see Alex already looking at him, his cheeks slightly red. They both were smiling, happy that this war was finally over. “I love you.. you know that?” Alex said, still with a small smile on his face.
Gaz pulled him into a strong hug, nuzzling his face into his neck. “Yeah..” He pulled away, meeting eyes with Alex again. “We did it. It’s over.” Relief melting from his face, a goofy grin plastered over it.
Alex then pulled him into a short, but meaningful kiss.
“It’s over.” Alex parroted.
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Some say Will and Hannibal would never get married in canon, that would be out of character, or "too domestic". But you see, it's the exact opposite...I wrote a fanfic where they do, and I read a few others that did, too, and you know what all of them get? That it's simply the most natural and obvious thing to do. They're so distrusting of one another, so weary, but so, madly, deeply and irrevocably in love that what else is there to do? Give me something, some kind of security, some form of tangible bond, otherwise I'll go crazy. They're everything to each other, they have nothing left to merge together, it's a desperate plea for ground, for concreteness, it sounds ridiculous because it's backwards, they merged every part of themselves, and yet it's not enough, there's still so much fragility and ephemerality, it's like "okay now what?" and the answer is the most banal and conventional thing you could do: marriage. Bind me to you in any way that's left, bind me to you in a way that I may rest, may absentmindedly fall into stability. Take me, in all the ways you can take me, even the most mundane and trivial."
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Even as someone who's not like Deep In the Trenches it pisses me off so much how many posts I've seen boiling down Rogue's issues to "wanting sex" or talking about how "she can touch people through clothes" so she should just Get Over It (usually to the effect of "so she can get with Remy".)
In terms of X-Men representing minorities its always been blatantly obvious to me that Rogue's mutation is (or can be easily interpreted as) an invisible disability. She Cannot Touch People. And to this extent, it's perfectly normal for disabled people to mourn the things they can't have or do because of their disability? Especially when there's a degree of trauma there? Yes there's workarounds, but that doesn't change the fact that she cannot do something that most people take for granted. Rogue has clearly been in a state of severe grief about this, which is what makes the narrative so compelling.
She wants to be with Remy, clearly. But she's so consumed by her feelings about her mutation that she can't see that they can be together. Her attraction to Magneto is, by her own admission (as she seems to have gotten over her infatuation with him based on his ideals before joining the X-Men), the fact that his powers cancel out hers. It takes her healing past her grief, after sharing a dance with Magneto, to realize that she cares more about Gambit than her ability to touch someone's skin.
There are plenty of actual criticisms you could have about this and Rogue's character; in this vein, it's easy to criticize how complaining about her disability frequently is one of Rogue's main character traits - but "there are other ways she can have sex so she should get over it :/" is like. The most bizarre and Nothing criticism ever
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