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anonymousbeefriendfanfics · 1 year

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First Date Night

Fandom: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Cinnabar, Zoya, Langley

Warnings: First-date nerves?

Requested by: @mossmosis

Prompt: For Cinnabae, Zoya and Langley. How would they ask their s/o out for the first time. What they do how do they dress. Gimme everything.

Comments: My first time writing for PtN, eek! I'm not super confident with Langley's tbh, but I hope it's good regardless. I got a little carried away with Cinnabar's, too... oops? Enjoy, kiddo <3 I'll try to do the second part of your request soon~

Cinnabar

Cinnabar is all cool and confidence.... until now. Now, she's completely and totally out of her depth, and she has absolutely no idea how to even begin this conversation, much less accomplish her goal.

What makes it so, so much worse is that the person she wants to ask out is the Chief of all people! Cinnabar, who has turned down countless women because they were her clients and she strictly believes in not mixing work with pleasure, not getting romantically involved with anyone she has a professional relationship with... and that, unfortunately, includes the Chief. But she can't help it! And after a long while of desperately pretending to keep up this silly ideal of hers, she gives in. The Chief is more than her technical boss, they're her friend, too... and, she hopes, soon they might be her lover.

She beats around the bush a lot. Asks about the plans for the weekend, wearing her Strictly Professional Persona to hide the anxiety turning her stomach to jelly. For a few weeks, the Chief has told her of various missions, and Cinnabar has enthusiastically volunteered to go on them, to protect the Chief of course. But now, for once, the Chief merely smiles at her and explains that they don't have any plans, that the various crises are more stable than they have been, and nothing is too urgent to wait for a few days while the Sinners take a well-deserved weekend off... not to mention the poor overworked Chief themself.

And now, of course, Cinna panics. She'd gotten so used to asking the question, being told of the missions and experiencing equal relief and disappointment... now that she's faced with the opportunity to ask them out, she's not entirely sure how to go about it. She probably stammers a little, bringing up this nice place she knows of in town, talking about how hard the Chief has been working, how they deserve a break too... and they're watching her so gently, so openly, she eventually just takes a deep breath and spits it out, asking if they'll go out with her for dinner and maybe drinks. And, of course, the Chief accepts with a warm smile that melts her heart far more than it should, and it takes every bit of trained composure she has to not jump for joy or melt into a puddle in the middle of the Chief's office.

Cinnabar decides to treat the preparation as if she's preparing for a mission. That's the only way she can stop her hands from trembling. She takes a long shower, scrubs every speck of dirt off of her body in anxious preparation, but then comes the question of... what exactly should she wear? She considers a dress, though that means she'd have to borrow one from one of the other Sinners, and then she worries she'd look horribly out of place in a dress - how would she style her hair, wouldn't she need makeup, god forbid she'd need to wear heels... how on earth could she protect the Chief in something like that, should the need arise?

Eventually she settles on digging out some of her nicer clothing, something comfortable and practical, but distinctly different from her preferred Serpent Eye uniform. She brushes her hair a dozen times, fidgets with the style and tries to get it perfect, but it ends up looking no different than it usually does.

She's waiting for the Chief outside their office, or by the front door, at exactly the time they'd agreed upon. Despite her nerves, she's nothing if not punctual. She's there, standing at attention, greeting the Chief with a smile that she hopes looks as confident as she always feels and asking if they're ready to go.

Despite all of the anxiety, because this is likely Cinnabar's first time taking anyone out on a non-work-related date, she'll relax soon enough and begin to enjoy herself. The Chief has a way of putting her at ease, after all, and she feels as though everything will be just fine. She finds herself wondering why she was so nervous to begin with.

She walks the Chief to her door after they return home, and a bit of her former shyness returns. She fidgets a bit, making casual small talk, and then start off by saying she had a wonderful time, searching their gaze nervously as she leans in a bit, eyes flicking from theirs to their lips and back as she quietly asks, "Chief.... may I?"

All in all she's a nervous wreck, the poor darling. Want her to attend a million fancy events to protect people? Sure, no problem. She'll walk into the middle of the Syndicate without batting an eye, will throw herself between innocent people and danger without a moment's notice... but this, this is different. She can face down the most dangerous enemies and come up with five different strategies for neutralizing the threat, but she doesn't know how to handle the swarm of butterflies in her stomach, the way that particular smile the Chief gives her makes her weak in the knees.

Zoya

Zoya isn't afraid of anything, and a date is no exception, but she doesn't have much experience in a situation like this. Or... any experience, actually. She's always been a hard worker, never quite giving allowing herself to relax properly, because she couldn't. Her entire life has been walking a tightrope, always being ready to launch into action, into battle, at a moment's notice. She doesn't really even know how to relax, truth be told. But she will try, because she has someone worth trying for, now.

She doesn't overthink things too much. After she finishes doing something with the Chief, be it a sparring match or a mission, she glances over at them, calm as ever, and says, "hey, we should go out sometime. Just the two of us. You wanna get drinks tonight?" The Chief says yes, and she nods casually, tells them to meet her at seven, and pretends not to feel the fluttering in her chest when they smile and agree.

She's surprisingly nervous, but hides it very well. The Chief has learned her well by now, though. They can tell, something in the way she holds herself, a particular stiffness in her motions that isn't usually there when she feels fully in control of the situation. Plus, they can likely feel it through the Shackles.

She doesn't really get all fancy for the date. Not the first one, at least. Later, she might, but... not tonight. She does try to make herself look a bit more presentable, though, cleaning herself up a bit, though she's careful to preserve her effortless badass appearance. But hey, the least she can do is make sure her clothes are free of blood when she goes on her date, right?

They go to a bar somewhere, preferably somewhere either no one knows her and they can fade into the shadows, or where everyone knows her, where the Big Bad Dangerous Sinner Zoya is feared and respected and won't be bothered. They sit at a table tucked into a back corner, Zoya comfortably draped across her chair, throwing back drinks and slowly loosening up as they talk.

They stay until the bar closes down, then head back, either returning to the Bureau or Zoya's home. Either way, she stays for a while, and this is where she finally learns the meaning of relaxing. She's had enough alcohol to take the edge off, and now she's in an environment where she feels safe. It's an odd feeling, one she isn't entirely used to -- she'd argue that she feels safe anywhere she goes, because she can handle whatever threats are thrown her way, but deep down she knows that isn't true.

They talk for a long while, about anything and everything, and she slowly lets her guard down, just a little. She trusts the Chief, but their relationship is different than the other people she's trusted in her life. The members of the Legion look to her as a leader, and she feels as though she must always be seen as the leader they expect. No matter how comfortable she is with them, there's that subconscious power imbalance. But the Chief... the Chief doesn't feel that way. They aren't one of her subordinates. She can give them orders all she likes, but they won't always follow them - on the contrary, she's learned they're far more likely not to obey her commands. The Chief feels like her equal, like her... partner. It's an unusual feeling, but one she likes all the same.

The night will likely end with the two of them getting far more intimately familiar with one another, and Zoya lies awake for quite a while after the Chief has fallen asleep in her arms, watching them sleep and trying to process everything that has happened, how exactly she's gotten so lucky as to end up in this situation.

Langley

Langley doesn't hesitate to ask the Chief out. She's hardly subtle about it, either. "Hey, Rookie. You, me, dinner, tonight at eight. My treat. Wear somethin' nice, I'll pick you up in front of the Bureau." Leaves no room for arguments, just states that her intention is to take them out, and that's that.

She works hard but she plays hard, too, and she's no stranger to the dating scene. Most of the times she's taken people out have been for an ulterior motive, admittedly, but she's always enjoyed herself in the process, and she's quite skilled in seduction. She doesn't want anything from the Chief, though they might be suspicious that she's using them for something. She just finds them intriguing and wants to get to know them a bit better.

She meets them out front as instructed, looking even more stunning than she usually does. She's wearing an elegant dress - nothing so elaborate as the banquet one, but stunning nonetheless, a dress made of shimmering silvery fabric, rather low cut in the front with a slit in the side of the skirt nearly up to her hip. She's done her hair and makeup too, giving herself a more ethereal look than normal.

She takes the Chief to a surprisingly fancy restaurant, treats them to anything they want off the menu along with a bottle of wine. She seems to be at home here, completely relaxed and in her element. If asked about it, she'll merely wink and say something about being a spy.

She flirts like mad the entire night. Lots of small gestures, holding the doors for them, pulling their chair out, pouring them more wine, feeding them bites of her food off of her own fork with a suggestive smirk... Gives them endless compliments, while also continuing to call them Rookie every chance she gets and making it clear who's in charge here.

Don't be surprised if Langley anticipates a lot of things about the Chief's preferences, from the type of food at the restaurant to the wine she orders, to the color of gemstone in the necklace she's wearing... she is a spy, after all, and a damn good one. It's her job to know her targets, and while the Chief isn't her target for the usual reasons, they're certainly the target of her affections, and she'll learn everything she can about them in order to best impress them.

Probably regales them impressive with tales of her work over dinner. It's impossible to tell how much of them is true and how much is exaggerated or completely fabricated, but they're fascinating all the same.

Once the night ends she'll take them back to her place for a bit if they're willing, probably feeds them some fruit or sweets, pampering them a little more before she inevitably has them on their knees for her.

Her curiosity and longing for the Chief only grows stronger after she's had a taste, and she continues taking them out on dates quite often. The dates themselves are spontaneous and unpredictable, much like Langley herself, and the more time the Chief spends with her, the more they'll begin to see the woman behind the mysterious exterior as she slowly lets her guard down around them and they grow closer to her.

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#beefriend-writes #path to nowhere #ptn #ptn cinnabar #ptn zoya #ptn langley #ptn cinnabar x chief #ptn cinnabar x reader #ptn zoya x chief #ptn zoya x reader #ptn langley x chief #ptn langley x reader #ptn x reader #first date

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verxsyon · 6 months

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canon compliant ptn. chief!gn!reader

! contains major character death !

hey, what’s up? finally started playing ptn. does angst exist in the ptn writing community? if it doesn’t, lemme introduce myself— /shot.

as i was saying! i finished chapter 3 so i don’t know much about the lore yet. but something came to my mind the last few days since i finished it. okay, sinners are unshackled if the sinner themselves die or if the chief dies. zoya wondered about the chief’s shackles, one of which being the side effects, and even the chief doesn’t know the content behind their own powers (amnesiac protagonist amirite).

so this is my idea: what happens if you, the chief, dies? the sinners you shackled finally gained freedom, but why does it feel so empty? and as time went on, their unconscious reactions of grief, sadness, and other negative things that are indescribable caused their mania levels to spike, losing control over their powers and themselves, to the point where they start to hallucinate you being alive.

they hallucinate an alternate reality, maybe a dream. in one life, you and them are strangers. in another, you’re friends. in another, you’re lovers. in another, your relationship with them could be something else. why do their hearts ache when they see you? shouldn’t they feel overjoyed that they have control of their own powers back? to kill you over and over again, the cause of their misery, without the shackles holding them back? but, why is it…regret? should’ve they done something to prevent your death?

when they call your name, depending on your relationship with them in that alternate universe, either you’ll give them a confused look but ask for their name, give them a hug, or kiss their face. and when the dream ends, when they soon succumb to madness of mania, the grief, sadness, and pain finally hit them. they want you to call their name so many times they won’t forget, to hold them a little bit longer to feel their warmth, and to take your breath away as if their lives depended on it. afterwards their mania peaks. their dreamworld starts to fall apart, and you’ve become transparent, slowly vanishing from their memory.

as they inch closer to death, they can feel your presence enveloping them. it’s warm and safe, as if death never came knocking on their door at all. as their consciousness drift away into nothingness, all they can hear are muffled noises, except one: your voice. in that moment, they found you in a field of flowers (the scene in the beginning of the game), in another place of existence where their darkness can’t reach.

“see you in heaven, those who have sinned.”

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ptnia19773882 · 8 months

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𝘙𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯

#path to nowhere #ptn #path to nowhere fanart #ptn chief #ptn zoya #无期迷途 #無期迷途 #무기미도 #zoya x femchief #therapy is expensive but drawing zoyachief in love with each other is free

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kurogane2512 · 2 months

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Path to Nowhere Masterlist

Chameleon

Phrases during sex (NSFW)

Filming your lovemaking and hate sex with your other gf (NSFW)

Masturbating to her thoughts (NSFW)

Poly relationship and threeway (NSFW)

Succubus Chameleon thoughts (NSFW)

Semi-public sex at a party in her 3* attire (NSFW)

Cabernet

Phrases during sex (NSFW)

Filming your lovemaking and hate sex with your other gf (NSFW)

Enemies to lovers with chef!reader (NSFW)

Deren

Reuniting with old friend (SFW)

Nightingale

Releasing stress during work (NSFW)

Nox

Teaching new things (NSFW)

Chelsea

Banquet with her (NSFW)

Bai Yi

A night with her (NSFW)

Hate sex as biker rivals with g!p reader (NSFW)

Eirene

Her kinks (NSFW)

Phrases during sex (NSFW)

Poly relationship and threeway (NSFW)

Fem!servant reader who tops Eirene in bed (NSFW)

Langley

Relaxing massage for your boss (NSFW)

Her kinks (NSFW)

Sumire

The night from her interrogation (SFW)

Zoya

Service top! Zoya rewarding you (NSFW)

Ninety Nine

Curious Ninety Nine wants to have sex (NSFW)

Garofano

Possessive Garofano wants you (NSFW)

Coquelic

Her thanking you (NSFW)

Miscellaneous

Fem!chief with vampire sinner!Reader (NSFW)

Them walking on you wearing underwear (NSFW)

Assissting during NNN (Suggestive Fluff)

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rosemaze-reveries · 9 months

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Can you do a male chief ,Zoya,bai yi romantic headcanons?

thank you for the req!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫 im sorry abt bai yi,,, i got possessed . anyway

⛓️🐺🏍️

⚜ When asked, Chief will insist that romance isn’t a high priority for him. Unfortunately, it’s very easy to charm him.

⚜ He’s got a huge heart and can understand a sense of you even without you opening up to him.

⚜ Everyone at MBCC knows that he shows his affection through actions not words, often before he can catch them.

⚜ Things like dropping everything to come fix your collar when he passes you in the hall, or cupping your neck to check you over after you come home from a mission, etc.

⚜ Even when he’s in a rush, he’ll still spare a few seconds to straighten out your sleeve or ruffle your hair.

⚜ He flusters a lot of Sinners by doing this but it’s in his nature to be a bit of a mother hen.

⚜ He’s always been careful about throwing around the words “I love you,” especially around Sinners who internalize every little thing. But he starts using them with you.

⚜ Often gets headaches as a result of using the Shackles. He likes it when you weave your fingers through his hair or massage his temples.

⚜ He’d never admit it, but he has a notebook with your name scribbled around his notes. They’re just mindless doodles to pass time during long phone calls, but he still always defaults to you.

⚜ Zoya isn’t always aware of her own strength, especially since she lets herself relax around you. She can be handsy and aggressive.

⚜ The type to stop you from leaving a room too soon, tell you that you “forgot something,” then gesture to her lips with a waiting smirk.

⚜ It’s impossible to overwork yourself around her. She can read you like a book. She’ll come to wrap her arms around your waist, feigning curiosity in whatever you’re working on... then sweep you up and carry you away.

⚜ Most of her date ideas can hardly classify as dates. You’ve learned that when she offers to “take you for a spin”, she means it literally.

⚜ A perfect night, to her, is getting to share some light banter under the stars or next to a fire.

⚜ While she’s not outwardly possessive, your honor is something Zoya doesn’t compromise on. She defends you with so much fury that most people have established you to be her property.

⚜ She can sleep off most injuries, but finds it cute if you fuss over them. She’ll let you treat them for her as she tells you stories about her scars.

⚜ Comes to you whenever she needs to blow off steam. One look at you, or one moment in your arms acts like a magic switch to ease her mind.

⚜ Bai Yi is the type who can only be found when she wants to be. She often appears in your life unexpectedly, but every second with her is a memorable one.

⚜ She often slumps her head on your shoulder to vent about nonsense like Che and K.K.’s antics or having a bad hair day.

⚜ Her weariness does feel real. She just covers up what’s really weighing on her with trivial things.

⚜ She calls you her lucky charm. It starts as a meaningless flirty nickname and eventually comes from a place of love. Every kiss from you fuels her to keep working.

⚜ Seductive in everything she does, including when she needs to shake you off her tracks. This kicks up a notch after you start dating.

⚜ “Chief, wanna see a trick?” — dangerous words from a dangerous Sinner. If you say yes, Bai Yi instructs you to hold out your wrists while she ties them together.

⚜ Suspicious. But you’re still curious to see where she’s going with this. She dips her head under your arms, resting your bound hands behind her neck ... and you realize you’ve been lifted up against the wall.

⚜ Helplessly you wrap your legs around her as to not slip. The last thing you remember is her leaning into your ear: “You’re just so adorable, I might lose track of time.”

⚜ That incident leaves you too winded to remember what happens afterwards. Where did she go? What was the trick??

#path to nowhere #ptn imagines #ptn x reader #path to nowhere x you #chief x reader #zoya x reader #bai yi x reader #chief #zoya #bai yi #ptn

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pathtonowhereimagine · 1 year

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She's mine! Mine! ALL MINE!

⊱ ────────────── {.⋅ M ⋅.} ───────────── ⊰

Pairing; Yandere!Corrupted!Zoya x Chief!Reader

TW; SPOLIERS AHEAD! Yandere, tensions and blood

Summary; After the inheritance corrupts Zoya, the MBCC arrested and locked away. But her mind seems to wonder where else as the Chief visits her cell

Note; There are probably something that aren't correct because I'm stuck 7-12 at the moment as I write this

⊱ ────────────── {.⋅ M ⋅.} ───────────── ⊰

After the events of the botched attempts of negotiation and the close call of another Black Ring event, the MBCC has upped their security after capturing the infamous form Sinner Zoya - unfortunately during these event her mental and physical state were taken over by the inheritance. MBCC and FAC have created a special block cell for her as a means for protection and for research purposes, but for others it's to reflect on their failure especially for three individual; Horo, Earl and Chief.

Earl comes in during the morning to have a 'conversation' with Zoya while she just stares at nothing, while he tries to have some kind of endearment with her. The only response he had was either grunts and a quick glance.

Horo visits after every mission and dispatches telling her about all she did to those scum bags, all the while Zoya just stares at her as she swag her axe around as to show what she did on the field.

Then finally Chief comes down to her cell to inspect her for anything that has changed or if there's any improvement, sometimes even speaking to the Legion leader about anything to the research on the inheritance - surprisingly Zoya does responses to the information given but her mind seems is elsewhere as you speak.

"Have you felt any surge of mania anywhere?"

"... No."

"Any form of pain within your chest."

"... Yes."

Take... Take... Take her!

"Shut up."

"Sorry..?"

Zoya shook her head as she straightened out the wrinkles on her pants. Flipping through the papers given to you when you first entered the room, since her arrest Zoya was reserved and not interacting with anyone else aside from Earl and Horo. But not willing to talk to anyone when it comes to research or studies. She only started to participate when you were called in as a means to use your shackles as the last resort, when you entered the room Zoya's attitude changed; she became more calm and collective. Whenever you talk to her she's more respectful but her mind seems to wonder otherwise as you spoke, even when you're speaking to someone else in the room you feel her eyes following your every move. When Hella, Hecate or any of the other Sinners she becomes more hostile if they were too close to you, touch you and even breath around you - today was no exception as you brought in Bai Yi due to the Zoya's outburst last week.

"Chief, are you sure you want to be here? What if she goes berserk again?"

Flipping through the pages as Bai Yi picks at her nails.

"It's fine Bai, she had enough time to cool down and for the Bureau to fix any of the damages she did."

During the time of talking with Zoya you know she isn't fully paying attention to your questions, seemingly burning holes in the mercenary as she continuously picks at her nails.

"Zoya."

She ignores you as she stares at Bai Yi.

"Zoya."

Standing up as she continues to disregard you as she looks down at the ground now.

"Zoya!"

Getting close to her cell to gain back her attention but just as you got close, Zoya suddenly grabbed your shirt pulling you against the bars as her other hand grabbed the back of your head. Your face smothered in her chest as best as she could through the bars, hearing her growl as her claws drag across your hip and your scalp - Zoya bears her fangs at Bai Yi as she draws out her swords.

"CHIEF!"

Her claws start to dig into your skin as Bai slowly moves forward, quickly thinking you immediately use your shackles on Bai.

"Stand down, Bai Yi!"

"But Chief!"

The eerie red glow around her neck makes her strand as she clutches her weapons.

"That's an order."

Withdrawing her weapons back as Zoya clutches onto you still growling, sighing as you signal Bai to leave the room. The mercenary grumbled as she walked out of the room. Even after she left Zoya did not let you go as she buries herself in your shoulder through the bars, hearing her grunt and huffs as she seems to take in your scent. Holding onto the bars as she continues her strange actions but taking notes of the situation - her hands moving up and along your back as if she's mesmerising every part of your body. Her mouth doesn't help at all either as she trails up from your shoulder to your collarbone then your neck. Feeling her warm breath sending shivers through your body as she once again inhales your scent.

"Zoya?"

Her lips ever so gently kissed along your jaw her hand on your hip while the other wonders down your thigh, suddenly feeling an intense pain in your neck pushing away from Zoya she licks her lips as she stares at you in a mixture of desire, lust and hunger. Guards came rushing through the door clutching your bleeding neck as the men carry you away to the medic as Zoya watches on - Dr.Iron and Nurse Anne do a thorough check up on you for any signs of mania regardless to your immunity. It took several days for the bite to heal and for the medics to finally stop attending to you, then finally conversing Nightingale and the 036 to go back and continue the research. But you had to make a tough decision of not letting any of the sinners or guards to occupy you for interrogation; Zoya won't fully cooperate unless it's you and just you alone.

"Has there been any changes to your body?"

"Not since the Square."

"Okay. What about any mental changes?"

"No..."

"Are you sure?"

"Not entirely, sure."

Sighing as you write down 'a/n' flipping to the next page continuing the same route, Zoya keeps the same attitude as before but she seems happy now that it's just you two - she even scooted closer to the bars to a point where her knees sticks out between it. Asking the same questions every minute and getting the same results.

".... Okay, have you felt any kind of surge mania?"

"Yes."

"Where exactly?"

Without any warning Zoya grabbed your hand and placed it on her chest feeling her heartbeat, it felt irregular and sporadic yet somehow soothing as Zoya opens your shirt to look at the scared mark on your neck caressing the outlines.

Mine... Mine... MINE!!

"Zoya?"

Pulling her hand as she hears the voices again not wanting to get close again and cause another commotion.

"Zoya, what is causing the surge of mania to your heart and what exactly?"

"... You."

Taken aback as you pull your hand away as she stares you in eyes with want, grabbing the bars as her eyes turn dark as she continues to stare at you.

"It's you. Every time you come my head keeps screaming for you, that surge of mania is the cause of you. It was always you!"

Her grip on the bars starts to dent the metal.

"I want you!"

She starts to bend the metal to get you as you try to use the shackles on her, but to no avail and just as you were about to run Zoya broke through the cell and grabs you from behind.

"I NEED YOU!"

Pulling you into her chest as she wraps her arm around your waist while the other grabs your throat, doing the same thing she did days ago as she now litters your neck with kisses and bitemarks.

"You're all I need."

#path to nowhere #ptn zoya #zoya x chief #zoya x reader #path to nowhere game #path to nowhere x reader

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whenstarslie · 2 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 无期迷途 | Path to Nowhere (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chief/Zoya (Path to Nowhere), Female Chief/Zoya (Path to Nowhere) Characters: Chief (Path to Nowhere), Female Chief (Path to Nowhere), Zoya (Path to Nowhere) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Top Zoya, Switch Chief, Zoya gets badly injured, Chief has enough, Two stubborn idiots fighting for dominance, Rough Kissing, Biting, Blood and Injury, Improper method of medicine consumption, Mild to strong language Summary:

Zoya might wear the pants in their relationship, but it is the Chief who holds the leash. She will not hesitate to remind her adorable, fierce wolf who is the real boss every time she misbehaves.

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meepy-ultra · 1 year

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Path to nowhere doodles done over the past month or so

#path to nowhere #ptn zoya #ninety nine ptn #ptn hecate #ptn cinnabar #ptn #Hella #GL #che #bai yi #KK #art #Horo #countess chelsea #ignis #kelvin #i call ignis x kelvin hot and cold #ptn chief

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ink-sinner · 1 year

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in the ashes of you

— zoya x f!chief

genre : angst

warnings : none

wordcount : 1,392

summary : you stumble, waist-deep in murky water, helplessly searching for a glimpse of her, until you wake up with her name on your lips and the ruthless cold of another lonely morning.

in your dreams, you see her. waterdrops fall like seconds ticking, echoing across the vast darkness behind your closed eyes. there is nothing here but a transient vision of smoky light hovering over the edges of your vision, but even this heavy sense of suffocation has long become familiar. this is zoya's black ring. you wander through the ghosts of her past, familiar voices echoing in your ears as they fade in and out like oceantide under the new moon. you see her, as a child, as a teenager, as the commander of the legion, as the corpus — and she looks so lonely that you can't help but reach out your hand towards her. her figure dissipates the moment you grab her hand, and you are left standing in the middle of nowhere, reaching out for a person long gone. her memories tide over your feet, pulling you under. “zoya.” bubbles rise around you. are you underwater? you are breathing normally, but you feel weightless and cold, surrounded by the icy blue of her eyes. “where are you?” you stumble, waist-deep in murky water, helplessly searching for a glimpse of her, until you wake up with her name on your lips and the ruthless cold of another lonely morning. and then you do it all over again. dreams of her weave into your every thought, every anxious tap of your fingers against your desk, every time word from the legion comes around. it settles deep into your marrow, the kind of compulsiveness like an addiction; you look outside the window, as if one day you will find her leaning there, looking back at you with that familiar smirk on her painted lips. but she's not there. of course, she's not there. you are being silly. and, even if she was back, why would she go to you, of all people? you, who got her into this whole mess in the first place. . . . even this sense of guilt has become familiar. in some ways, it feels more familiar to you than your own name. it prowls around your office and your bed, hides beneath your sheets, popping up in your mind with no rhyme or reason. do you even deserve to worry about her, it asks, and then swallows you whole. but you can't help it. you don't even know why. you've only spent a few days with her, and you spent those days fighting for your life, tethering on the edge of a sharp knife. those icy claws, her tortured screaming. somehow, somehow, you still worry. you tell yourself it'll go away once you get even a single news of her. it's just how like how friends worry about each other. it's just normal human compassion. you tap your pen against the table, and see her pained eyes with every slow exhale. it's just normal human compassion. you sigh, and lean back on your chair. the leather jacket she left hangs on your shoulders, broken and tattered beyond repair, but you can't bring yourself to throw it away, either. the familiar scent of smoke lingers still. zoya, just where are you? you're still alive, right? you're okay, right? “chief?” you drop the sleeve of her jacket, heart in your throat, and look up. nightingale peers at you from the door, a strange expression on her face, and you try to stuff down the feeling of having been caught doing something wrong. you clear your throat. “yes? what is it, nightingale?” she comes in. a heavy stack of paper rests on her arms, which she deposits gently on your desk. she taps the top page. “here are the psychological consultation reports on the prisoners. some sinners have also destroyed faculties on the entertainment room again — i'll need your signature on these applications to repair them before the day ends. the fac is also still waiting for your full report on br-004.” you stare at the stack of paper in a daze. oh. right. in the middle of this sort-of hazy back-and-forth with zoya in your mind, you are still existing in the outside world. “i'll get on it,” you say, and sigh. “thank you for your hardwork, adjutant.” she tips her head, but she does not move. you look up at her again, and raise a brow. she's frowning. after a brief moment of hesitation, she speaks up. “chief . . . have you not been sleeping well?” “huh?” nightingale opens her mouth, concern painted on her brow, but she closes it again. for a while, she stands before you, quietly conflicted, before settling on a thin sigh. “chief, please remember to put your mental health first before anything. you are an important person to the mbcc.” her voice is so gentle. it makes you want to cry. you nod. “i'll take note of that. thank you.” lie. tonight, too, you'll lie on your bed, tormented by worry and guilt, and spend your dreams searching for her among the sharp edges of her broken memories. but nightingale doesn't need to know that. she'll just think you've gone mad. maybe you are. maybe you are. she hesitates, but says nothing more. the silence stretches on between the two of you, spanning the entire room with only the sound of her heels clacking to fill it. “nightingale,” you call out. she pauses in front of the door, and turns around to look at you, except both of you already know the words that spill from your lips before you even think about it. “the search . . . did they . . . find anything new?” she shakes her head, and you look away from the reflection of your heartbreak within her eyes. “unfortunately, not much progress has been done yet. i will make sure to inform you when anything comes up, chief.” you expected this. you should have expected this. you should have. “sure,” you say. your voice comes from a distance. “thank you, nightingale. you may go.” and you think you should be glad that the fac hasn't found anything at all. there's no telling what they would do to her if they catch her — after all, zoya would be the best person to make an example of, to reestablish the city council's power that has been undermined by the legion for years now. would you even be able to protect her if you find her? . . . no. you can't. the mbcc doesn't even have that much power or influence to leverage. you won't be able to protect her here. whether in the square or here at mbcc, you are still powerless to do anything for her. you aren't able to protect her, at all. the room feels so large and empty, suddenly. you are dwarfed by your thoughts, and that lingering sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. why do you care so much? you really don't understand. you can't help it. you don't know why. you just can't. thinking about her feels like an addiction now, at this point. every stranger with silver hair has become her. every loud laugh, gunshots in the air, the smell of smoke; you turn around again, half-expecting her to be there, half-with your hand on your heart ready to squeeze it tight before the hurt can crash in. you just want to know if she's safe. that's all. that's all. you just want to know she's safe. you'll give up, after then. just one hint that she's all right, that she's still fighting, and you'll give up looking for her in every splash of purple that you see. resigned, you flex your right hand. the shackles gleam in the sharp fluorescent light, a silver crown of thorns etched deep into your skin like scar tissue. the only tie you have to her. the only thing of her you have left. zoya, you call out. if you're there, if you're alive, send me a sign. please. anything. just tell me that you're all right. but, today, too, the shackles clink uselessly in thin air, as if unconnected on the other side. you are all alone.

#path to nowhere #ptn #zoya #zoya x reader #zoya x chief

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anonymousbeefriendfanfics · 1 year

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PtN Reaction to S/O Getting Hurt

Fandom: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Cinnabar, Zoya, Langley

Warnings: Chief gets hurt, girls go feral. Mentions of killing and injuries, nothing graphic.

Requested by: @mossmosis

Prompt: Gimme how they would react to their s/o getting hurt :3

Comments: One word: MURDER. Whoever or whatever dared to hurt their beloved Chief is not going to live very long afterwards.

Cinnabar

Cinnabar has two priorities. The first is to take care of the Chief when they get injured, to get them out of danger and tend to their wounds and make everything better. Her second priority is to make sure whoever or whatever gave them those wounds is properly dealt with. Oh, and whatever the original mission was is important too, but now she's got bigger concerns.

Those concerns involve doing whatever she can to patch up the Chief's injuries on the field and carrying them all the way back to the Bureau, regardless of how badly she's injured or how much they complain. Once they arrive, she's yelling for medics, calling the staff as well as the Sinners who prioritize in healing, and she's gonna make sure that the Chief is treated well.

She's going to do everything in her power to take care of the Chief while they recover. She will absolutely pamper them, waiting on them hand and foot... even if they don't want her to. She won't leave their side for a second, constantly trying to make sure they're comfortable enough, that they have enough to eat and drink, that they're getting plenty of rest... It's overkill, honestly, but she's just worried.

Eventually she'll calm down a bit, and settle for just keeping her beloved company. She cuddles with the Chief, being very careful not to irritate their injuries, and will give anyone who dares disturb them such an intense look that they back off.

There is nothing she takes more seriously than the health and safety of the Chief, even more so now that they're dating her. She also probably feels guilty for allowing this to happen in the first place, even if there was nothing she could have possibly done to prevent it. She considers it her job to protect them, and she feels as though she has failed. That's part of the reason she tries so hard to care for them, wanting to make it up to them. The Chief will eventually end up caring for her as well, treating whatever injuries she's been neglecting and giving her the comfort and reassurance she insists she doesn't need.

Zoya

The Chief has a lot of enemies. Zoya has a lot of enemies. Once word gets out that the two are together, Zoya's enemies are now the Chief's, too. No matter how careful they are, it's only a matter of time until, one way or another, the Chief gets hurt. And then it's only a matter of time until whoever injured them dies a slow, painful death, preferably at Zoya's hands.

To say that she sees red is... something of an understatement. Fury hardly describes what she feels, seeing her beloved get hurt. All she can feel is rage and all she can think is they. will. pay.

First and foremost, if the Chief is still in danger, she'll get them out of said danger. Once that is no longer a priority, because she's gotten them out of danger or there are other Sinners around.... she's hunting down whoever dared hurt them.

They're not getting away from her. She's too skilled for that. Regardless of how much of a head start they have, how well they can hide or evade, she will catch them and she will kill them. No one hurts her Chief and gets away with it.

Once she has exacted vengeance, she returns to the Chief and proceeds to bandage them up. If they indirectly caused this, they'll get a lecture about being more careful next time. And you'd better believe she's carrying them back and putting them on a strictly-enforced bed rest.

Once they recover, it's training time. Zoya's gonna make sure this never ever happens again, and she pushes the Chief to their physical limits and teaches them every fighting technique she knows, because she's determined to make sure they stay safe in the future, or at least have the ability to fight back until help arrives. One thing's for sure - this is never ever going to happen again, not if she can help it. She never wants to see them hurt like that again.

Langley

Whoever was stupid enough to injure the Chief is certainly as good as dead now. She probably just shoots them, her bullet striking her target perfectly, either to instantly kill them or to maim them badly enough they'll suffer the entire time they're bleeding out. She usually prefers to make things quick when she has to take a life, but in this case, she might just make an exception.

If whoever hurt the Chief somehow managed to escape. You'd best believe her entire team is on it. They will find that person, and they will capture them alive, and they will deliver them to Langley so she can punish them herself.

This woman. Pampers the Chief like there's no tomorrow. She'll bring them to the best hospital if it's even slightly needed, and will likely insist on bringing them back to her place, where they'll recover more or less in the lap of luxury, being hand-fed by none other than Langley herself.

That doesn't mean they're getting off easy, though, ohh no. They got hurt. They probably took another stupid risk in the process. They're going to get one heck of a lecture, peppered with the usual variety of affectionate insults. Her teasing is a little less light-hearted than usual, undercut with the worry that lingers in her voice and expression, but it doesn't matter, really. At the end of the day, she's relentless, and that's one of the things the Chief loves about her. And also all of the extra kisses they can get during their recovery.

Langley is usually quite busy, but she pauses everything to care for the Chief. No amount of arguments will dissuade her. Her Rookie is hurt, and she will be the one to nurse them back to health, end of discussion. She brings them anything they could possibly want and spends the days by their side.

She's probably going to be more protective than usual for a while after that. Sorry not sorry, Chief, you've got a clingy gun wife now who's more than prepared to shoot first and ask questions later.

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homugabs · 10 months

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relaxing mornings

#path to nowhere #ptn #f!chief #zoya #chief x zoya

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ghostlynighty · 4 months

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You want request?

Can I get uhhhh PtN Cinnabar (and/or Zoya) with a fem!chief (or gn) who is insecure about their body weight?

Zoya with sinner fem!reader who is insecure about their body weight.

parings : Zoya x sinner fem!reader

requested? : yup

warning(s) : talking about body insecurity, i might have not talked about it well in this fic, might be ooc zoya

uh hey there, thanks for the request! I decided to make reader a sinner since I would like to make chief her own character. I also only picked Zoya since I do not know much about Cinnabar yet. I hope that is okay.

also, please do tell me if i wrote anything wrong with this. making fics with these kinds of topics is really hard for me.

The monthly check up, the moment you don’t really like. It's where the MBCC would conduct a routine check up for all of the sinners to see if something is wrong. This monthly routine check up is mostly for sinners but staff get check ups too.

You are a sinner that has been arrested by the MBCC and unlike sinners who resisted, you did not. You are going to be locked up forever and be “used” by the chief sure, but at least the food is free and there is a not so comfy bed to sleep on. There are so many of these “routines” that the bureau conducts, one of them is this medical check up. This was no problem to you at the start, you actually wanted to know if something is wrong with you and is always compliant but as of the recent ones however, you started to feel nervous about this, anxious even. It's not like the doctors and staff abuse you, it's just that recently, you’re starting to feel a little insecure about yourself, especially with your body and weight. You guessed that being locked up alongside these beautiful sinners with amazing bodies made you like this.

Your girlfriend, Zoya, the commander of the Legion, has started to notice this. You no longer wear your usual outfit that shows your skin, you now wear sweaters and long sleeved clothes which is not a problem to Zoya, she finds you really adorable in these actually. Her only problem was, it gets very very hot in the bureau, especially in the afternoon when you and her would go to the outdoors area to hang out. Zoya noticed right away what the cause was and she was determined to let you know that you shouldn't be thinking about those things.

At the moment, you were waiting in line for the check up, you tried hiding your anxiousness. You tried not to think about the doctors weighing you or only being in your undies while they check up on you.

Oh god, please make this stop-

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt someone pull you away and lead you to a room. Looking up, you saw that it was your girlfriend.

“Zoya? Why are we here?” Your body acted into its own accord, hugging Zoya to calm yourself down. Your girlfriend could feel how much you were shaking and instantly wrapped her arms around you.

“I saw you were having a hard time there, is everything okay?” Zoya asked you as gently as she could, knowing that this topic is sensitive to anyone who is going through this. Your girlfriend does not want to force you into telling her what’s wrong, but you can see from the way she looks at you that she already knows your trouble.

“I’m just…I just don’t feel…good?” You tried to tell her vaguely, hoping that she would get it immediately. Zoya pulled away from the hug, looking into your eyes.

“Babe, it's okay, you can tell me and if you don’t want to, that’s also okay. I just want to help you in any way I can.”

Closing your eyes with a deep breath, you released it all to Zoya. How you don’t feel confident in yourself and in your body anymore, how you think you’re so heavy and that you need to lose weight, everything. You told Zoya everything while she listened, wiping your tears from time to time.

When you were finished, you two just stood there, arms wrapped around each other.

“Look and listen to me, you are beautiful. You always have been. There’s nothing wrong with having a little weight, you know? Believe me when I say you’re so fucking hot. I mean, have you seen some of those sinners who look at you?” You chuckled, wiping your tears as you remember those moments when random sinners would flirt with you, making Zoya annoyed that she would always let them know that you are hers and hers only.

“I’m not really good at these, but what I’m saying is, there’s nothing wrong with you. You are perfectly fine, perfectly healthy and…perfectly beautiful.”

“Thank you Zoya and I’m sorry that I only told you about this now.”

“There’s no need to apologise, but know that I am always here, okay? Now let’s go for your check up. If you want, I can come with you during your turn.”

It took you a couple of seconds to reply, not believing that a violent person like Zoya could be so gentle with you. You grabbed her cheeks, placing a soft kiss on it.

“I would love that.”

#nighty post #path to nowhere #path to nowhere imagines #ptn zoya #ptn zoya x reader #zoya x reader #ptn

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ptnia19773882 · 1 year

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Wolf Zoya and chief 😴

#path to nowhere #ptn #ptn chief #path to nowhere fanart #ptn zoya #zoya x femchief #i also wanna lay on zoya’s fluffy fur #I’ve drawn zoya as a wolf

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rosemaze-reveries · 1 year

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not meant to be.

Dealing with rejection (giving + receiving)

⛓️🐺🪓🎬♟️

❥ Giving She averts her gaze as soon as she hears your confession. This is always an awkward position to be in, no matter how many of her Sinners have professed their love for her.

“I’m flattered...” She’s hesitant with her words, feeling for any reaction from the shackles. “...And I’ll always cherish you as my Sinner. But I can’t give you the love you’re looking for.” It’s kind of cheesy, but she means it.

❥ Receiving Fortunately, Chief is skilled at improv. Her brilliant idea is to pretend she confessed as part of an undercover mission.

“Nevermind, forget what I said. I lost my bearings for a second.” She waves you away and digs into her pocket, pulling out her comms device. “Sorry I put you on the spot.” She then dials Nightingale to ‘reveal her plan,’ but it crumbles into a cry for comfort instead.

❥ Giving “You’re cute, I’ll give you that.” Zoya doesn’t mean to mock you, but it’s hard not to feel humiliated beneath her. She knocks a gentle fist against your shoulder and flashes you a well-meaning smile. “Hey, you’ll find someone worth your time. You deserve better than some Syndican thug anyway.”

❥ Receiving Most people obey Zoya without question, either out of fear or loyalty. She commends you for not giving in the same way. Her talk with you is brief but respectful, and she doesn’t hold anything against you.

The signs of her wounded heart only appear once you’re out of sight. It’s left her in a very nasty mood. She seeks out any chance she gets to destroy something—whether that’s by picking fights with rival gangs, or wrecking up whatever car/window/person is within reach.

❥ Giving “...What.” The shock lingers on her face for all of ten seconds. She hadn’t seen this coming at all. “I don’t—I, um—is this a prank?” Her face is bright red, brows furious, gape incredulous. She concludes you must be messing with her, and yells at you for being weird.

❥ Receiving “Y-You actually believed that!?” She starts firing punches against your shoulder, hard enough to bruise. “I just wanted to see how you’d react and you went and took it seriously! Now get out of here and learn what a joke sounds like!!” But she ends up being the first to flee the room.

❥ Giving As a beloved director known all over the world, Deren is no stranger to spontaneous love confessions. It’s a little different coming from you, though. As soon as she realizes what you’re trying to say, she takes a sharp breath and picks up your hand. “I’m glad you like my work. Really, I’m flattered.” She leaves no room for you to say anything else.

❥ Receiving “Mhm... good.” Deren never drops her lazy smile, and this time it’s more unreadable than ever. “You ever consider acting? You’ve just got something about you...” The way she seamlessly deflects from the topic catches you off-guard. You press into her some more, asking if she’s really okay after getting rejected like that. All she does is shrug and say, “Hm? Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

❥ Receiving Eirene maintains an icy stare while waiting out your answer. When you finish, she crosses her arms and meets you square in the eye. “I’m sorry, I must’ve misheard you. Would you mind repeating yourself?” It might sound like she’s trying to coax a different response out of you. But she’d actually prefer you to stand your ground and counter her—it makes the thrill of the chase all the sweeter.

#i was feeling masochistic :pensive:#im still getting used to characterizing everyone so i'm chipping away at lil blurbs like these uvu #path to nowhere #ptn imagines #ptn x reader #ptn x you #chief #female chief #chief x reader #zoya #horo #deren #eirene #zoya x reader #horo x reader #deren x reader #eirene x reader

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