Pairing: Major Knight/M!Courier Tags: Romance, Slash, a bit of Angst Summary: Major Knight’s somewhat boring and monotonous life takes a turn for the better when the Courier knocks his arrow for him. --------------------------------------- There’s gonna be smut in this, I promise. It usuallty takes me a bit to get there... I always get eaten by the Plot Bunnies. I really hope I do right by you, OP. And sorry for the soppy title, once it had lodged itself into my brain, it refused to let itself be replaced. ---------------------------------------
Life in the Mojave Outpost was, at times, as interesting as it had been back in the little nameless town where he hailed from. To be honest, he didn’t have any exact imaginations about how his life would turn out to be when he’d joined the military, but it hadn’t surprised him that his superiors hadn’t seen it really fit to have him in the front rows of the fighting ranks.
It wasn’t that he was upset about his current post, quite the contrary actually. It was a steady, satisfying occupation, the repairing of things, and since under the conditions they faced here he never ran out of things to repair he had thought, at first, that he ‘d be happy enough. And if it hadn’t been for the fucking paperwork, he might have been. Putting the threats of irradiation, mutated critters and the Legion aside, of course. At least now, after having been sent to Mojave, he was safe from the nagging of his dear old mom about her favourite topic: Grandchildren.
Polishing the last bits of oil from the gun he had been tinkering with Knight tried not to pull a face. He had six siblings and as far as he knew, all of them were happily married and as busily producing more offspring to the Knight-Clan as his own parents had been. He was an uncle nine times already, and the thinking about the gaggle of nieces and nephews he had always made him smile, but the thought of having to produce his share of the flock... honestly, sometimes he felt he should have had the guts to tell his mother the truth, at least before he had been sent off into the Mojave, god only knows when to return. If ever he returned, considering the Legion.
The door opened and the latest patrol came in, as usual covered in sweat, grime and dirt, dropping off a few weapons on his counter that he only could feel sorry for. He handed out the various forms and got out his stamp. “How’s the weather been?”, he asked brightly. One of the soldiers took off his helmet, and a sharp line on his forehead between the reddish-grey of his face and the normal tone of his skin on his forehead showed where his helmet had been. “Oh, a fine Mojave day, no doubt. Could do with a bit of rain though.” The two men shared a grin when the others rolled their eyes upon listening to this exchange, something of a running gag between Major Knight and Sgt. Fallers. “Ran into any Legionaries?”, Knight asked conversationally as he inspected onto of the rifles that had a jammed trigger. “No, thank god”, the sergeant replied. “Just a group of motherfucking fire geckos.” Knight looked up sharply. “Any casualties?” “Only one injured, McGregor, and she’s already being patched up.” “Well, thank god for that.”
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Major Knight/M!Courier: My Knight in shiny Armour 1a/??
Date: 2011-11-05 06:25 pm (UTC)Tags: Romance, Slash, a bit of Angst
Summary: Major Knight’s somewhat boring and monotonous life takes a turn for the better when the Courier knocks his arrow for him.
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There’s gonna be smut in this, I promise. It usuallty takes me a bit to get there... I always get eaten by the Plot Bunnies. I really hope I do right by you, OP. And sorry for the soppy title, once it had lodged itself into my brain, it refused to let itself be replaced.
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Life in the Mojave Outpost was, at times, as interesting as it had been back in the little nameless town where he hailed from. To be honest, he didn’t have any exact imaginations about how his life would turn out to be when he’d joined the military, but it hadn’t surprised him that his superiors hadn’t seen it really fit to have him in the front rows of the fighting ranks.
It wasn’t that he was upset about his current post, quite the contrary actually. It was a steady, satisfying occupation, the repairing of things, and since under the conditions they faced here he never ran out of things to repair he had thought, at first, that he ‘d be happy enough. And if it hadn’t been for the fucking paperwork, he might have been. Putting the threats of irradiation, mutated critters and the Legion aside, of course. At least now, after having been sent to Mojave, he was safe from the nagging of his dear old mom about her favourite topic: Grandchildren.
Polishing the last bits of oil from the gun he had been tinkering with Knight tried not to pull a face. He had six siblings and as far as he knew, all of them were happily married and as busily producing more offspring to the Knight-Clan as his own parents had been. He was an uncle nine times already, and the thinking about the gaggle of nieces and nephews he had always made him smile, but the thought of having to produce his share of the flock... honestly, sometimes he felt he should have had the guts to tell his mother the truth, at least before he had been sent off into the Mojave, god only knows when to return. If ever he returned, considering the Legion.
The door opened and the latest patrol came in, as usual covered in sweat, grime and dirt, dropping off a few weapons on his counter that he only could feel sorry for. He handed out the various forms and got out his stamp. “How’s the weather been?”, he asked brightly.
One of the soldiers took off his helmet, and a sharp line on his forehead between the reddish-grey of his face and the normal tone of his skin on his forehead showed where his helmet had been. “Oh, a fine Mojave day, no doubt. Could do with a bit of rain though.”
The two men shared a grin when the others rolled their eyes upon listening to this exchange, something of a running gag between Major Knight and Sgt. Fallers.
“Ran into any Legionaries?”, Knight asked conversationally as he inspected onto of the rifles that had a jammed trigger.
“No, thank god”, the sergeant replied. “Just a group of motherfucking fire geckos.”
Knight looked up sharply. “Any casualties?”
“Only one injured, McGregor, and she’s already being patched up.”
“Well, thank god for that.”