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I genuinely don’t know when I’ll be back to posting more l4d content because I’m like so invested in another game (outlast) but for now? here’s some screenshots of your boy being a pro.

Sorry for disappearing lol.

Here’s a rough sketch of Nick.

Edited my favourite duo the moment I woke up. These clips are mine. :)

Scared? 😈

TW: blood, death

“You’re safe.”

Nick caressed Ellis’ cheek with a bloody hand as he held him close to his chest, not wanting to accept the fact that his reason to live was dying in his arms. “Shh, shh. You’re safe, I’m here now,” The older man whispered with a smile of reassurance while Ellis wheezed. His life was slipping out of him, but he held tightly onto Nick like he wasn’t ready to die. “Ni…” He cuts off with a cough, blood leaking from his mouth as he tried to avoid suffocating on it.

“Don’t talk, love. Just go to sleep.” While his voice started to crack, Nick gently rubbed Ellis’ cheek with his thumb — the grip on his jacket becoming weak as he gave his lover’s cheek a desperate kiss before smiling with eyes blurred with tears.

“I love you.”

The team were on their way back to Burger Tank after finding gas for Virgil, when they realized the weather had gotten worse than before - they stayed extra close.

But Nick stayed even closer to Ellis, holding his hand in the heavy rain for the first time. “Hold my hand,” Nick yelled through the screeching wind. Ellis didn’t expect it, but gratefully held on before Nick let go when the weather had finally calmed down momentarily, and it happened every time.

They didn’t say anything after surviving through zombies and tanks, escaping to Virgil’s boat when rescue finally arrived. Coach and Rochelle had no comment, not that it was an issue. Now the team were resting on the Lagniappe boat, exhausted and bruised. Coach looked at his male teammates and chuckled, watching them talk and remain together while they all waited for their next stop to freedom. He had noticed how close they had gotten overtime, how Nick grew protective for the boy.

“‘Ey Nick,”

“Yeah, kiddo?” The ex-con answered as they star gazed on the hood of a truck outside near the two story house they were sleeping in. “What’s up?”

“Wha’ was yer life like before all this?”

The older man chuckles, “I didn’t have a life until I met you.” He admits, his voice soothing yet raspy. Shortly after, Nick scooted closer until their thighs touched and Ellis’ body tenses at the new act. “You gave me life, El.” He looked at the younger man who was dumbfounded and smiled, “You’re my reason of living. I hope I’m your reason too.”

Ellis smiled, feeling happy and relieved that Nick was finally making the first move. After giving hints to each other and avoiding the talk, it was finally happening. “You are,” He felt his hand being grabbed and allowed Nick to hold him, feeling safer as he held on tighter. “Can’t live without ya.”

They savour the moment until Coach ruins it by calling out the front door for them.

“Y’gotta be more careful, Nick.”

“I’m fine, El.”

“Still. I worry ‘bout ya.”