bbs one shots

Distraction [pt.2]

Someone asked for a second part with Delirious, so I shall feed into your needs.

[ No pic today:( ]

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Ship: Nogla harem • Nogla × Delirious centered [mostly]

Top: Delirious

Bottom: Nogla

AU: Lethal Company

Setting: Ship

Type: Fluff • Smut

Warning ⚠️: The chapter that you're about to read contains mentions of transmasc surgery, sexual themes, sexual intimacy, mentions of injury and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger, or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised. 🔞

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Third POV -

Nogla huffed as he set the heavy box of scrap onto the floor. It was full of big, metal bolts, found all around the last two places they had raided. In all honesty, sometimes he wished the guys went for smaller scrap since it was lighter and more valuable anyways. He didn't understand why they had to pick for the low hanging fruit.

Not even cogs were that much worth anything, yet they still bring them in every raid without fail. They were heavy, and literally worth less than the very helmet they wore on their heads. Although, he couldn't be complaining too much. He wasn't the one carrying them all the way to their ship, after all.

He sighed as he sorted through the scraps of metal, setting each according one in the correct placement of which they needed to be put. The guys always simply threw the scrap into the storage crates, so Nogla had to sort them more often than not. It was easier to do so, so that way they could calculate the prices of everything and sell it to the Company and keep extra parts in case they ever had an emergency where they didn't reach quota.

It's never happened before, obviously ,but even they agreed that it was better to be safe than sorry.

Also, it helped them keep extra scrap to sell later and get left over money to buy things, such as better flashlights or more ammo for their guns.

Regardless, however, that didn't mean it wasn't still a big pain in the ass to sort through each and very piece of scrap. Most of it filled the boxes and crates, to where he had to start setting some of the extras trinkets on shelves. Mainly the smaller ones, like children's toys or tiny antique looking thingys.

He grabbed a small rubber duck from the box, chuckling to himself as he squished the little thing between his fingers. He glanced around, going still to focus on his hearing. He could make out the distant sound of Marcel talking over the walkie, yelling at someone. He presumes it was Brian. Those two have been at each other's throats for five weeks straight.

It was since Brian had to be walked back to the ship by a few of the guys because he had been to busy having sex with him. Brian's been on everyone's ass since then, really. Claiming he has bragging rights because he was quote on quote 'the first one to grow a pair and maybe a move on him'. Which, wasn't entirely true, because Nogla most definitely made the first move, but the other Irishman begs to differ.