#(~I didn't want to jump the gun and rush into things took quickly~)

[vanya-evergreen]

How to remember (prologue)

Relationship- Batfam x reader (platonic)

Summary: At the age of 11, you woke up in an other world without any guidance and all the money you once lacked. You were left with only your memeories and your other memories.

You tired to remember, their life, but it seemed like they didn't want you too. So when trying to navigate the intricate sides of an elite schoo, but you always got in trouble when it came to faces and names.

Cw- attempted kidnapping, murder (in self defense) guns.

wc: 953

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A/n- probably will edit a bit later, but I won't be able to be as active for a little while so just thought that this would be a fun. (I say this, and I'm probably going to end up posting the third chapter by the 15th. )

Your place the last flower into its designated spot. Using your sleeve, you wipe the sweat off of your temple. You had been out here for hours working on rearranging the garden. While it was rare to find something as nice as a community garden in such a crime ridden part of gotham. It wasn't impossible with the right people. You put the last bit of dirt into place, grab your gardening tools and head upstairs. You place tools by the front door, as you take off your shoes. Your mom was standing in the kitchen biting her nails, waiting for you.

“Darling.” You turn on the faucet, wincing at the temperature of the water as you rub your hands together. “Why would you do that?” you look at  your mom, the worry was written all over her face. You look back down to the sink, you couldn’t look at her. The water runs off your hand, now tinted red from the blood. A mix of both your’s and the person who lays underneath the apartment’s community garden. 

“Maybe to save your life,” You grab a few pumps of soap and lather up your hand. You feel your mom giving you the look for your sarcasm. “I am sorry mom, they were trying to take you.” 

You remember the moment, two masked people were carrying your mom into a black van. You didn’t have time to think about your reaction, you just acted. You grabbed the biggest brick near you and jumped onto the person carrying your mom. They were bigger than you, see as they were an adult. Not even thinking twice, you got blood on your hands. You grab the gun off of their limb body and point it at the other person. They pulled out their gun shooting your arm, but you quickly shot their hand, making the gun fall out of their hands. They climbed into the van as you shot again missing. They closed the door and sped off.

“Yes, but you know that I always told you to never do that.” She pulls her hand over her face, then pushes them back into her hair. She paces around the kitchen. The water was now clear, you took hydrogen peroxide and poured it on your hands and over the sink.”please look at me.” You didn’t raise your head. Your mom grabs the bottom of your chin and turns your head to look at her. “You look at me when I talk to you.” black inks out of her irises, completely consuming the white of her eyes. Your eyes widen, you rip your chin out and run into the corner of the room.

“Please don’t” you defensively cornered yourself into the kitchen counters. “Don’t do that please!” You breathe quicken as you stare her down. She furrowed her brows, and she quickly approached. You breathe harder the closer she gets. Your vision narrows. Black slowly creeps into the corner of your eyes. The last thing you remember is your mom rushing toward you.

“Wake up.” A familiar voice calls. Your eyes jolt open, you are met with your own face. They are identical to you in every way. “Hello. Nice to meet you, or well me.” They rest their head on their knees, keeling over your body. You look past them, it was all just white with no edges or ceiling. You try to move, but you are stuck. “Oh yeah, sorry, you can’t speak, it tends to take up too much time.” They smile at you. You are still trying your hardest to speak, blinking rapidly in a weak effort to move. They chuckle a bit.  “Anyways, I'm going to make this quick. You are in the in between and-”  

You are able to pry your mouth open as they speak  “Is it called the in between because we are in between realities?” You blurted out. They lift their head from their knees and tilt their head. 

“Yeah,” They stand up, their face seem to be more continuous than before. They walk around you and your eyes follow them.

“How original.” You poke at them. “Let me guess, you would call your dog ‘dog’ wouldn’t you?” you still couldn’t move the rest of your body but at least you didn’t have to listen to them.

“No, i dont like animals” You were offended, this person claims to be you, and yet they dont like animals, not a single one. “You are much more difficult than I thought you would be.”

“You thought I was going to be easy to deal with?” you laugh out as they give you a nasty look. They kick your side with their feet. 

“You are just as annoying,” You give them a smug smile. “I was just to say thanks for taking my place but never mind” 

“What do you mean by-” They reach their hand out to touch your forehead, you move your head to the side quickly. They let out an aggravated sound and attempt to grab your shoulders, but you rolled away. They chase after you as you continue to roll away from them, until you are able to lift your head and see a hole. You debated about if you should roll into there but they were getting closer so you would rather take your own chance right?

“Hey you better not-” You roll in that hole. They run over trying to grab you but you are too far down. You can hear their scream as you fall deep into the hole. It gets darker the further you go, you tightly close your eyes waiting for the inevitable splat on to the ground.  It never came. 

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Panic! At the DA's Office

Casey Novak x fem!reader Warnings: suicidal ideation, mental health struggle, anxiety/depression, panic attack, established relationship, fluff forever, some explicit language Word count: 2k

Summary: You're supposed to be meeting your girlfriend, Casey, for lunch, but prepping for the bar exam has you in an anxious spiral. You try to hide it, but it's hard to pretend you're okay when you're with Casey.

You stood on the subway platform, greasy Shake Shack takeout bags tucked under your arm. You'd told Casey you'd bring her lunch, and you were a woman of your word. Even though the bar exam was two weeks away. Even though you'd written so many practice essays you'd had to get a wrist splint for the cramps. Even though you were practically drowning in information about constitutional law, civil procedure, torts, contracts. You were exhausted from studying, and it felt like it was all for nothing. The more you studied, the more things seemed to get jumbled up in your mind. The more you'd stare at the page and the words would stare back, shifting and writhing until they meant nothing.

With each practice test, you felt less confident. As the day of the exam got closer and closer, your anxiety grew and grew. And you were so good at hiding it. You had to be good at it, or else how would you go on? How would the world keep on spinning, and you with it? Sometimes you wished it wouldn't. Not forever, not for always. You just wished that, for a little while, everything would stop. That just for a little while, no one would need or expect anything from you and you could just be. Or not be, maybe.

As you stood on the platform, waiting for the subway that would take you to the DA's office and your girlfriend you thought, briefly–as you sometimes did at your lowest–how easy it would be to jump. It would be so easy, so fast. But you had the warm food in your hands. You had Casey's milkshake. She loved milkshakes. And she would be so sad. It was always the thought of Casey's heartbreak that stopped you. Or imagining your dad crying. Imagining your parents having to tell your siblings what had happened.

You felt the rush of the subway as it sped past you and exhaled deeply. The moment was over. At least for now. You took a seat and did your best to steel yourself to see Casey. She was excellent at reading you, and you needed to be unreadable today. The last thing you wanted to do was worry her.

You walked the last bit of your journey in the freezing cold, appreciating the way the wind stung your eyes. It brought you out of yourself.

You saw Casey through the window before she saw you, and your heart surged. Just seeing her made you feel better. Not all the way better, but at least a little better. You knocked at her open door, and the look on her face when she saw you made your heart soar.

"Y/N!" she called, waving you in and shutting a notebook.

You were quiet. You didn't trust yourself to speak, afraid you might start crying. The downside of feeling so safe with Casey was that your usual ability to wall up your emotions was significantly impaired with her. You leaned down to kiss her quickly, and she wrapped her arms around your waist, burying her face in your chest.

"This case is killing me," she said as you pulled up a chair, divvying up the food. "I mean, the evidence they've given me is absolute shit. It's always fucking Stabler jumping the gun, and now I have to clean it up. Typical white man. So I think I'm gonna try..."

You let Casey ramble, grateful to hear her voice, to hear about her day, to have the excuse of food in your mouth to simply nod absentmindedly. But you couldn't manage to eat much, mostly pushing ketchup around with your fries and trying to white-knuckle through the panic rising in your chest. Your heart pumped faster and faster, and you were trying so hard to breathe normally, even though you felt like you were suffocating.

"Y/N?" Casey said, snapping you out of it.

"What?" Your voice was shaky, and you avoided her eyes. If she saw your eyes, she'd know.

"I just asked how bar prep was going..." She looked you over, furrowing her eyebrows. "Are you okay?"

You needed to breathe before you could speak, but when you opened your mouth to try, your breath hitched, hiccuping and separating into hyperventilation.

"Y– yes," you replied, clearly not okay, as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and your breath came in short gasps. It was as if all the anxiety of the last few days, all you'd bottled up and kept at bay, had come flooding in all at once, knocking the air out of you.

"Okay, well, that's obviously a lie," Casey observed, standing quickly to close the blinds and lock the door. She sighed as she sat back down, mentally beating herself up for not noticing that something was off when you came in.

"Come here, honey." She pulled your chair toward her, grabbing your clenched fists in her hands and forcing them flat.

You were rocking and hyperventilating at this point. Your heartbeat was so fast and loud it was almost all you could hear. If you hadn't had panic attacks before, you would have thought you were dying. You knew better: you were dying, but only on the inside.

Casey pressed her forehead to yours and breathed slowly, in and out, in and out.

"Breathe with me, sweetheart, come on," she said softly.

"I– I c-can't."

"Yes, you can, honey. Come on."

You took a big, shaky breath and let it out, coughing.

"That's it, baby, that's it. Just keep going. Just breathe."

After what felt like an eternity, your heartbeat started to slow. You paired your breathing with Casey's, shaking slightly. She ran her thumbs over your knuckles in rhythm with your breath, and you felt an icy calm settle over you, the same calm that comes after an adrenaline rush, all that hot terror seeping away.

You exhaled and lifted your head a bit, avoiding Casey's eyes.

"Sorry."

She shook her head, fixing your hair and wiping away that tears that lingered on the bottoms of your eyelids.

"Don't be sorry."

But you were. You were so sorry. Your panic attack might have subsided, but the sense of being a burden had only increased. You wanted to sit on Casey's lap. You wanted her arms around you. You wanted her to tell you that she loved you, that she needed you, that you weren't too much for her. But all of that felt like too much to ask for, so you just sat, arms wrapped around yourself.

"Will you tell me what's going on?" Casey asked gently.

You felt more tears coming and dashed them away.

"It's just everything," you said, the words spilling out in a flood. "I'm doing terrible on the practice exams, Casey. Terrible. I'm gonna fail the fucking bar exam, and then what!? What was it all even for? I just can't do it! I can't! Every time I sit down to study I feel like I'm gonna die, and I can't start because I'm too anxious, but then I don't study and I just get more anxious. I'm just– I'm not good enough!"

Your voice broke, and Casey's heart broke with it.

"I'm not good enough for you, and I– I don't want to do this. It's not worth it, I'm not worth it." You grasped your hair and groaned. "Sometimes I wish I wasn't even here. Today I even thought about jumping in front of the fucking subway. I'd never do it," you added, noticing Casey's alarm. "But it just... feels like it'd be easier for everyone, including me, if I wasn't around."

Your head was in your hands. You couldn't see it, but Casey looked devastated, her heart surging for you. She grabbed you up and pulled your body into hers until you were on her lap, her arms wrapped tightly around you.

"Oh, honey," she breathed, pressing her face into yours. "Please don't say things like that. Do you know how empty life would be if you weren't here?"

You shrugged your shoulders, sniffling

"Who would bring me milkshakes?"

You giggled.

"Who would sing loud with me in the car, huh? Who would make laugh so hard I snort?"

You smiled, moments with Casey flashing through your mind, some of the happiest moments of your life.

"Who would make me feel loved and safe and proud, if you weren't here?"

"Somebody would," you argued.

She cupped your face and looked you hard in the eyes. "No. Not like you do."

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not. I don't just say things, you know that," Casey reprimanded you. She placed small, warm kisses on your cheek, your forehead, your eyelids, the corner of your mouth, until you were laughing and squinting.

"You," she continued, "are generous and brave and kind and funny and sweet and so, so beautiful. And the world would be a lot darker without you in it."

Your chest buzzed with warmth, like stepping outside on an unexpectedly sunny day or coming downstairs on Christmas morning.

"I don't know about that," you protested, but Casey had successfully beaten back your blues. And she could tell.

"Well, my world would be anyway," she chuckled.

You placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth before returning to your seat, reaching for a french fry.

"Now you're hungry," Casey said, rolling her eyes.

You glanced at the clock. "I thought you had a meeting?"

"I do."

You froze, but Casey was quick to reassure you.

"It's okay! Not a big deal for me to be a few minutes late, I promise."

You relaxed, taking a sip of Casey's milkshake. She snatched the cup back.

"I thought I told you to get your own milkshake."

"Well, I just wanted a little bit!" you whined.

"That's what you always say, and you always drink half of mine."

You flashed her your most charming smile, and she sighed, handing you the cup. You tried not to look too smug as you sipped.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" you said, dripping with sarcasm. "Probably can't take a milkshake to your fancy lawyer meeting."

"I do have somewhere to be, but I need you to do something for me before I go."

"Oh." You sat up a little straighter. "Okay. What?"

"I need you to call your therapist," she stated, staring at you pointedly.

"Case, I'm fi–"

"No, you're not," she cut you off. "If you're having thoughts like you said you were, you need to talk to her."

You sighed and nodded. "Okay. I'll call."

Casey didn't budge.

"Casey," you needled. "You can go. I will call."

She shrugged her shoulders and leaned back in her chair, stance wide, looking like a hot Wall Street businessman in her work suit. She could make you do anything when she looked like that, and she knew it.

"Fine." You picked up your phone, scrolled through the contacts, and found your therapist, flipping the screen around to show Casey the contact info before pressing the call button.

"Speaker," Casey commanded.

"You're fucking bossy, you know that?"

Your therapist didn't pick up–probably in a session–but you left a message.

"Hey, Carla, this is Y/N. Just kind of having a rough day... slash week slash time in general, and I was wondering if you could squeeze me in maybe earlier than my session next week? Like maybe..."

"TODAY," Casey whispered aggressively.

"...even today or tomorrow if you've got anything open. Thanks, bye."

You rolled your eyes. "Happy now?"

"Mmhm." Casey stood, picked up her briefcase, and bent to kiss you on the head. "I gotta run, but let me know what your therapist says, okay?"

"Okay," you agreed, suddenly feeling embarrassed again.

"Hey," she said, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at her. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

She planted a firm kiss on your lips before opening the door.

"You can stay in here and work if you want. When I come back, we can work together."

"Okay," you said, already feeling better about an afternoon of studying. If Casey was there, it couldn't be too bad.

"I love you so much I'll even let you have the rest of my milkshake," she called back as she walked down the hallway.

You shook your head and took a sip, feeling better than you had in weeks.

[velvetm00light]

Rescue: Spencer's POV

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Chapter Three of Save Me in SPENCER'S POV

Y/N'S POV: here

Previous Chapters: one, two

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: You're abducted by a brutal serial killer who's been stalking you. Spencer and your entire team work tirelessly to find you. But Spencer is fighting with more than just his worry for a friend, he's finding over the guilt he feels for not telling you how he felt beforehand.

Warnings: Torture, kidnapping, dead parents, suggestions of sexual assault, knives and cutting torture, sense deprivation (sight), emotional manipulation, fear, grief. In future parts, will mention PinV, oral, domxsub situations, grief, bondage, physical harm, etc.

A/N: I feel like I don't see a lot of writings from Spencer's POV because technically it's all in the "you" perspective but I thought this would be a cool twist for ya'll to be able to read what's happening in both of their heads during the same time period! This chapter is also written in Y/N's pov so you can read that instead or skip both all together (there is a big detail at the end of Y/N's chapter so you can avoid the rest of the chapter and just read the end if you want:)). The chapters after this will be tamer but as always, warnings will be listed before the chapter!

PANIC BEGINS TO SETTLE in his stomach as your phone rings and rings, and he only keeps getting your voicemail. "Something's wrong," Spencer chokes out, fighting back the tears threatening to spill across his cheeks. "She's not picking up. She didn't text Hotch back for her hourly check in and didn't pick up for him either."

Seeing the look plastered across Spencer's face, Morgan doesn't waste any time comforting with false hopes. They both immediately jump out of the car they've been cooped up in for the past 12 hours. Spencer's legs wobble beneath him, half from sitting in the same position for so long and the other half from the fear he feels coursing through his blood like poison.

He and Morgan race up your apartment stairs, taking them two at a time until they're face-to-face with your intact apartment door. Morgan tries the handle first, but when the door doesn't budge he ignores all other conservative options. The door gives easily under Morgan's heavy kick, and both men rush into the apartment.

The first thing Spencer notices is the blood splattered all over your living room carpet. He lets out a defeated whine and feels himself frozen in place, unable to go any further. It's obvious that whoever has been stalking you has finally grown the balls to abduct you and he begins to worry that when he finally finds the guy who took you, he just might actually kill him. Fuck that, he will fucking kill him.

He barely registers Morgan on the phone with Hotch as he slowly begins to analyze the scene before him. Your blood and spit ruining your carpet, the balcony door curtains thrown carelessly to the side, all your hidden gun compartments open and guns missing from each of them. He quickly wipes the tears that escape down his face before Morgan can notice.

"We're going to stay here and learn everything we possibly can from her apartment while the rest of them get back to the office to find this son of a bitch," Morgan explains to Spencer. "Reid, we're going to find her." Morgan lays a comforting hand on Spencer's shoulder as Spencer stays motionless, staring at the fresh blood from your face on the floor.

"If you don't think you can handle this, it's okay, Reid."

"I can handle this," Spencer breathes. He straightens his spine and goes through your entire apartment painstakingly slow. He tells himself over and over again not to miss a single detail or else he might never forgive himself for missing something that could possibly save your life.

His heart begins to hurt more and more as he notices all the locked windows, the coffee pot still sitting on the kitchen counter, the blood starting to dry on your bedroom floor, and your phone and empty gun holster resting on your nightstand. His chest constricts at the fact that he was the one who told you to rest, that he would protect you. He's unsure if he'll ever begin to forgive himself for it.

At the round table, Spencer can't help but tell his team every single detail he noticed around your apartment. It was almost just as hard to go through your entire life as seeing your blood on your apartment floors. He and Morgan practically trashed every room, going through photo albums, your phone, and anything else they could get their hands on. Your entire team felt icky about diving into your life to such an extent but they knew you would forgive them if it meant they found you alive.

Garcia bursts into the conference room with her laptop in hand. "He hacked into the surveillance system."

"What?" Everyone's voiced echoed in unison.

"He-He hacked into the cameras. I have no idea how long he's had access or how he even managed to do it. He's gotta be mega good because I'm the best of the best and to get past all of my alarms...God, this guy is frustrating."

Spencer's breath caught in his throat. "So, he's been watching her everywhere she goes?"

"Most likely. If he can hack into our cameras I don't doubt he has access to all the cities traffic cameras, businesses security cameras.."

"We have to assume he's watching us now. We give him no indication that we know who he is," Hotch commanded. The team nods and silently resumes their work.

Random names are written on the board, random case files are scattered on the table, assuming they're all being watched.

Spencer stands frozen in front of the whiteboard, staring at your picture underneath with the word "abducted" written in angry, uppercase letters under it. He doesn't realize the entire team has gone off to do whatever Hotch has demanded of them until a gentle hand is placed on his shoulder. "We're gonna find her, Spence."

He snaps his attention to JJ, who stands tall beside him. The tears attempt to betray him again and it's almost impossible to hide them. "I..I don't know what I'd do with myself if I lost her."

"I know. We're all scared, and we all want to find this son of a bitch. But, I know, Spence. I see it."

He looks at her puzzlingly, his brain mush from the lack of sleep and the intense stress and guilt he's been drowning in.

"Spence...we all know. You two think you're so great at hiding it, but we see it. The longing, the love, the care. Just focus on getting her back so you finally have a chance to tell her."

This brought the tears flowing from his eyes and coating his cheeks. JJ wraps him in an embrace and runs a motherly hand up and down his back. "I'm afraid that I'll be too late and she'll never know how I feel," he chokes out, his tears soaking into JJ's blazer.

"You won't be, we're going to bring her home, you're going to bring her home. But, you need to focus. We need your brilliant brain more than ever right now."

He backs away from JJ's embrace, wiping his slick cheeks on his cardigan sleeve, and nods.

Their attentions are forced to the team entering back into the conference room. "Everyone look normal, we've got something to talk about," Hotch declares as your team takes their seats at the round table once more.

Garcia sits with her back away from the camera to ensure nothing on her computer can be seen, and then she begins.

"Our unsub is Blake Rixley, he's (y/n)'s foster brother. A picture of him and all his details have been sent to your phones."

"Foster brother?" Prentiss asks, her brows knitting together.

"When her parents died, she was sent to a foster home with Blake and a few other kids. She ran away when she was 11 from her foster home and from what I can find, stayed with a distant aunt until she was 18."

"Why did they send her to foster care if she had a family member she could have lived with in the first place?"

"Her aunt lived in Canada and under a different last name. Y/n managed to contact her and made her way over the boarder. How, I have absolutely no idea. But that's why I can't find anything from the age of 11-18 on her," Garcia explained.

Spencer's blood runs aflame as he imagines you at 11, a mere child, sneaking across the boarder by yourself, trying to survive on your own.

"Why did she run away?"

"I'm not sure.."

"Maybe it was because of her foster brother," Prentiss suggests. "Maybe he tried to take advantage of her, or maybe flirt with her or something and she rejected him because even though they weren't related by blood it felt wrong."

"He's also 8 years older than her..." Garcia pointed out. "He was 14 when she came into the house."

"He could have easily used his position in the house to manipulate her into doing things. Garcia, is Blake the son of the foster parents?"

Garcia types furiously on her laptop and her eyes go wide. "Yes."

Spencer's heart just about cleaves in two. He can't help but picturing you as a small child, losing your parents and being taken advantage of on top of it. Unable to bare any more information, he abruptly gets out of his chair, swinging the conference door room open, and slamming it shut behind him.

He decides to get some air to ease the bile rising in his throat.

As he makes it outside, he finally lets the pent up heartache free. He stumbles to a bench and throws himself down onto it, his body shuddering with his sobs. His thoughts come fast and heavy, suffocating him in his grief. He begins to wonder if you'll ever forgive him for suggesting you go to sleep, for not being there to protect you, for not doing enough to make sure you weren't taken in the first place, and worse of all, for not telling you how he felt from the start. He can't help but weep harder at the possibility that you might never know how he feels, how the curve of your lips distracts him just about every day of his life. How no matter how many times he sees you and even when you're together for days on end working on a case, he is still awestruck over your beauty and itches to be with you when you're apart. How he could listen to you talk about the most boring subject on earth for hours on end. How he has been completely and utterly in love with you since the day you accidentally fell asleep on his shoulder on the jet coming home from a case, shortly after you joined the Bureau.

Spencer and Prentiss sit in a strained silence on the way back from surveying a few farms and abandoned buildings on the prospect list. After each place that turned up empty, the hole within Spencer's heart felt as if it was growing bigger and bigger, becoming a void threatening to destroy him.

Spencer has never been so frustrated in his life, and he would know. He was frustrated when he didn't even notice when one of the suspects he interviewed had Dissociative Identity Disorder and switched right in front of him. He was frustrated when an unsub kept crossing state lines and it look the team almost a week to catch up to him. He was frustrated a million times over when a new victim was found and they were not fast enough to stop the killer. But this...This really takes the cake.

The tension feels almost like a wire tethered from Spencer to the entire world, taut to almost it's breaking point. That wire of tension loosens a bit when Emily's phone rang and he allows a small bubble of hope to begin to stir.

He attempts to listen to the conversation, his body aching to rip the phone from her hand and demand to know if they've found you. Emily glimpses at Spencer for a moment, then turns her attention back to the road. "We'll be there in 5," she says as a goodbye.

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before explaining to Spencer what she heard. "Reid, before I tell you anything, you have to promise me something."

His stomach basically fell into his ass at her tone. He wonders if sometimes people assume he's normal, and not someone who can basically detect the mood of someone like some sick sixth sense.

"We're on our way to an old farm that the unsubs father used to live on when his father was a child. I'm not going to guarantee you this is where she is. But if she is there, don't be stupid."

Emily eyes him again, judging the tells on his face. She knows better than anyone that he would love to watch the life exit this guy's body at his doing, preferably with his bare hands. If circumstances were perfect, Spencer would love to do exactly what he's done to her and worse, to the sick bastard.

"I hope he gives me a reason."

Emily doesn't have to ask what he means. She gains her composure and schools her features as they pull down a winding, dirt road. A farm looms up ahead, a sizable, wooden, red barn stands tall behind smaller disheveled shacks and barns - some sunken in on themselves, others with caved in roofs, wood slats missing off the sides. The farm looked worse for wear, and that was being generous.

Emily comes to a stop at the edge of the farm, and they are met with the rest of their team. Everyone is already adjusting their bulletproof vests, checking their guns, and discussing any last minute details to whatever plan they cracked while Spencer and Emily were away.

"Prentiss, Reid, take that cabin on the left. JJ, Morgan, take the small blue barn to the right. Rossi and I are going to stake out the parameter and we'll meet together at the big red barn in the back," Hotch explained. The entire team split up into their groups and wasted no time getting to their respective buildings.

Spencer just about jumps into a sprint towards the cabin, his heart screaming at him to go. Emily hauls after him, not judging or chastising him for his urgency. They stalk the perimeter first, peeking into the dirty windows. "I'll go in through the back, you go in through the front," Emily orders. Spencer quietly makes his way to the front, peeking again into all the windows as he passes, trying to find the son of a bitch.

They open their respective doors in unison, bursting into the small cabin. Spencer enters what appears to be a dining room and kitchen, a semi-rotten wooden table just a few feet away from a stove and countertops that probably haven't been changed out since Christ himself was born. There were empty cans scattered across the countertop and dirty dishes in the sink.

A living room sat just beyond, a half wall the only thing separating the rooms. The hardwood under his boots turn to carpet as he slowly makes his way through the house towards Emily. His attention snaps towards the sound of Emily's voice.

"Put the gun down, Blake."

Spencer picks up his pace, trying his best to stay as quiet as possible. He turns a corner and spots Emily, her gun raised and pointed at the man standing in between them, oblivious to the other agent directly behind him. He holds a shotgun, one powerful enough to probably make a hole deep enough to reach the Earth's damn core.

Emily lifts her hands up in surrender as she spots you, holstering her gun. "I just want to talk, that's all."

"It was a mistake coming here by yourself," he snarls. Spencer couldn't see his face but he was damn sure this sick bastard was probably smiling.

"Put the gun down so we can talk," she tries again.

"I'm not a fucking fool! Of course you don't want to just talk," he growls. Spencer almost pulls his trigger just by the way the man in front of him begins to shake with anger, his shotgun rattling softly in his hands.

"If you cooperate we can help you, we know what she did. She hurt you, Blake,"

Spencer's fingers tighten around the grip of his gun. He isn't sure he can stand to listen to Emily blame you for all of this. He knows she doesn't mean it, but it doesn't make it hurt any less.

"Unlucky for you, I promised a certain someone I would teach her lesson for that specific reason," he says smugly. All too quickly, he cocks the shotgun and takes aim and before Spencer can even hesitate, he squeezes the trigger.

The man slumps to the ground between them. His chest heaving in small, shallow breaths as a pool of blood begins to form underneath him. Spencer leans down to the mans face and whispers, "I would kill you a million times over again for what you took from her, but I guess once one time is just going to have to be enough."

The man's eyes swell in rage until they hold nothing inside them at all. Spencer stands up slowly and meets Emily's gaze. "You did the right thing," she claims, patting his shoulder as she walks by him and out of the cabin.

After one last look at the man who within a few days has taken everything from the women he loves and the woman he loves from him, he follows Prentiss out of the cabin and toward the red barn.

After a short walk, they reach the looming barn doors. "I think we should wait," Emily starts but Spencer cuts her off. "He's already dead. I'm not letting her be here a moment longer, she's suffered enough."

Before Emily can argue, Spencer swings open the barn doors and just about falls to his damn knees at the sight. "She's here!" He calls. He and Emily rush to you, instantly grabbing at the handcuffs around your wrists. As you're released, he falls to the floor along side you, trying to avoid a hard impact with the floor. "(Y/n)?" He whimpers, feeling for a pulse.

"Take it off.." you whimper. His heart cleaves in two. The sight of you battered, sliced open, and isolated inside a metal mask makes him want to crawl into the depths of hell just to kill the fucking bastard again.

"I'm trying.." He fumbles with the straps on the mask, his hands trembling so terribly he can barely grip the straps.

"Take it off!" you cry, ripping at the mask with your fingernails. His hands pick up speed.

"(Y/n), please, I'm trying. Hold on.."

The mask finally releases and he lets out a relieved sigh. You curl up into him and let out shuddering sobs that pain him to the ends of the Earth. All he wishes is to be able to stop the grief and pain you're experiencing. "I'm here, you're safe now," he coos, running a gentle hand through your hair in comforting strokes.

When your cries begin to quiet, he softly grabs the sides of your head and lifts your eyes up to meet his face, slick with tears and battered to hell with stress.

"Spencer.." you choke out, throwing your hands around his neck. "I'm so sorry..."

Rage courses through him, "(Y/n), why? You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about." It kills him to hear you apologizing for this. He wants to do nothing more than you spill out his whole mind to you, but he isn't sure it would even help in this moment.

"He..he told me he would hurt you, all of you, if I fought back."

Tears well up in his eyes and he embraces you again, attempting to hide the fact that he's been crying this entire time. "I'm here."

You lift your gaze to his as you whimper out, "Spencer..."

"Yes, love?" He responses, cupping your wet cheek with a calloused hand.

"The only thing that got me through...what he did, was you."

He truly didn't think anything could have made this worse. He should be ecstatic that he's the reason you survived, that he was able to help you get through it even though he wasn't there to save you originally. But..he just can't find it in himself to be happy about it. You should have never had to go through this in the first place, and worse, you had to go through things he can't even begin to fathom probably thinking everything will always just be a fantasy. "I am so sorry."

"You found me," you smile sadly up at him.

As paramedics rush into the barn, Spencer lays you on the floor so they can reach and treat all of your wounds. He couldn't help feeling hollow and empty pulling away from you. "Don't leave.." you whine, and he greedily grabs your outstretched hand. He continues to hold your hand in comfort the entire walk to the ambulance and as they continue working on you on the way to the hospital.

"I love you," you whisper and he can tell you've already fallen asleep, using the last of your energy doing the one thing he wished he was man enough to do before.

"I love you, too." He whispers back, kissing the back of your hand. He felt the need to say it back right then and there whether you heard him or not. He aches to tell you everything he feels about you and can't wait to finally tell you to your face rather than keep everything in his brain this time.

He stares at you the entire ride to the hospital, monitoring your breathing, his eyes roaming from each cut on your body, the bruises forming on your abdomen, and the exhausted look on your face. He is grateful this part is over, but a whole new difficult journey lays ahead. But, he's not afraid. He's ready to be at your side every second of the day possible, and he's ready to be your savior.

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Chapter 10: "They were right"

Dipper POV

"He's only using you!"

"You're nothing but his skin puppet!"

"You're weak. You're pathetic. You're nothing!"

"Pinetree? The meat sack? Ahahahaha! Sure, he helped me! He even loves me, stupid, right? How could I not use his feelings to get what I want? He's the easiest flesh bag I have ever used! He is nothing to me -"

I jump up, covered in sweat and gasping for air. I glance around my surroundings, slowly calming down. I run my hands down my face and chest. I can't stop sweating. I can't tell if the room is burning hot or if it's just me.

I slowly swing my legs and flitch in pain. I rub my lower back with a whimper. "Fuuuuuuuuck-...." I groan, slowly standing up and walking to the mirror.

I blush heavily, noticing bite marks and hickeys covering my neck and collar bone. I frown, also noticing the tattoo on my bicep. It's once again the cipher wheel, but something is different about it. "What the....is that-"

My train of thought is cut off by a loud bang coming from the front of the castle. I grab the blanket, wrapping it around myself and rushing to the front. I look out the window on the wall. To my surprise, it's the people I hate the most.

I sigh, "Really?..."

Mable looks up with tears in her eyes. "D-Dipper?!"

I look at her blankly. "How are you still alive?!"

I watch as Bill appear behind them with a wicked grin. "Well, would you look at that! The pines family with an army of meat sacks and mutated freaks!"

"Bill? What's going on? How did they even make it this close to the castle?!" I shout at him.

He looks at me calmly with his wicked grin. "No worries, pinetree! Just go to our room and freshen up. I laid some new clothes for you, hope you enjoy~" he said with a wink.

I roll my eyes about to walk away but something catches my attention. I look up at the bell tower with fearful eyes. It's Ford....with the gun like before. I grab onto the window seal, leaning to far out.

"Bill look out! Ford is in the bell tower!"

Bill looks towards the tower, pointing his finger at it. "Didn't think things could get any better!" He shouts but stops, noticing where the gun is aiming out. "Pinetree!" He shouts, snapping his fingers as a yellow sheild appears in front of the window.

I jump at the sound of the gun going off, the beam hitting the shield. I jump back, looking at Bill with worry. "Bill, are you -"

He points his finger at the tower, sending a yellow beam towards it, making the top crumble. "I'm fine, Dipper! Just go hide!" He yells at me, agitation in his tone.

I nod my head, quickly rushing back into the room, shutting the door and locking it behind myself. I drop the blanket, walking straight into the bathroom. Something feels off. The way he spoke to me....It hurt.

"I was just in his way....I can't do anything when it comes to powers.." I sigh, stepping into the shower, turning on the water head to warm water.

I hum in pleasure once the warm water hits my skin, soothing my aching muscles. I glance at the tattoo on my bicep. Something about it is off, but I can't place my finger on it. The symbols are different from Bill's. There's a pinetree symbol in the middle with many other symbols surrounding the tree within the circle. It looks similar to the cipher wheel.

"I'll talk with Bill about this later...." I sigh, stepping out of the shower and dry my body.

I wrap the towel around my waist and walk out of the bathroom. I look around the room and find a golden colored tank top and black shorts. I sit down at the desk placed in the corner of the room. I pull out the piece of paper I took from Ford's lab.

I suddenly feel sluggish, my body coating itself with heat. I whimper, placing a hand over my chest and the other against my head. I lean back against the chair, breathing in pants as my heart rate slowly increases.

I feel a slight stinging pain in my lower back, causing me to squirm in my seat. "Wh-what is happening..." I whisper.

I close my eyes tightly, feeling pain rush to my brain. It feels like little needles are being stabbed through my skull. I clench my teeth tightly, close to crying out for Bill.

The pain and burning heat, however, disappear as if it was non-existent. I open my eyes, relaxing my tense muscles. I glance around the room with a frown, thinking I might find my answer as to what just happened to me.

My eyes return back to the paper, staring at the triangle that is Bill. "Are these side effects from sleeping with a dream demon?....No that can't be it unless his body isn't the only thing that's enchanted. His essence is, too."

I scan through the writing, reading it out loud. "To become a dream demon isn't as complex as it's made out to be. The first step is to devote yourself fully to the particular demon. The second is for the demon to mark you with its symbol. The last is for the demon's fluids to be digested or absorbed by the body......"

I blush heavily, placing a hand over my face. "By absorbed....I'm sure he means sex. How else will the demon's fluids be absorbed inside my body if I didn't digest his cum- FLUIDS DIPPER FLUIDS!" I shout, becoming flustered.

"How are you able to make yourself flustered dip-"

I'm cut off by the sound of loud music blasting throughout the castle. I groan in irritation, standing from the small desk, and walk out into the halls.

As I get closer, the music becomes louder. My ears pick up on two beings yelling back and forth with each other. I peek around the corner, noticing a golden Ford stature near Bill's throne.

"Those humans surprisingly did a number on you." 8 ball chuckles.

"Yeah, man, look at you! Your clothes are destroyed." He laughs while pointing at Bill, who did look terrible.

Bill eye patch was completely gone, reveling a second eye that doesn't look too welcoming. His dress pants have so many holes burnt fabric hanging off in pieces. His bow tie is missing as well as his dress coat. His shirt looks like half of it was burnt off, showing his abs that are mouth watering.

Bill glares at teeth. He points his finger at him, shooting a blast that sends him to the other side of the thrown room. I cand feel Bill's anger rolling off of him in waves. The thought of approaching him completely vanishes. I don't want to upset him more.

"Those meatsacks wasted my time with a bunch of clones. No doubt that was fordesy's doing." He said through his teeth while running his fingers through his hair.

"Heh, why didn't you ask that flesh bag off yours for help?" Pacifier asked, jokingly.

Bill rolls his eyes while shaking his head. "Pinetree only got in the way. I sent him back to our room to work on breaking down that damn barrier. He's too weak. His only job right now is to please me and break the barrier."

Pyronica giggles. "Wow, Bill. Why doubt you're doing our little slave like that?" She hums teasingly.

Pacifier groans. "All he is and ever will be is a slave." That damn thing states, making my anger rise.

"Shut up. All of you. Dipper is nothing to me but a slave. Nothing more, nothing less. If he wasn't as smart as sixxter, then he'd be pretty useless." He says harshly.

My eyes widen at his words, each a stab to my heart. I turn the corner, looking at him with sorrow and anger building inside of me. "That's really how you think of me, Bill? After everything I've done for you?!"

Bill turns to face me, his eyes in shock and filling with regret. "Wh-what? Pinetree, I didn't know you -"

"Was right around the corner? That's surprising considering that you have powers. How could you not sense me listening?" I chuckle bitterly. "I'm out of here."

I mumble under my breath while walking to the entrance and also the only exit. I look down, watching stairs form. I rush down, holding back a few tears. I will not allow that damn demon to see me cry. I am not weak!

"Pinetree! Pinetree, wait! Dipper!" Bill shouts, grabbing my arm before I can step off the last step.

I turn to face him, punching him in his jaw, which, of course, doesn't faze at him all, but he did let go of Me. "What, Bill?! Come to tell me how useless I am? That I mean nothing to you? That you see me as your slave? After everything I've done...none of this would even be possible if it wasn't for me! You would still be trapped in your broken dimension that you destroyed! To think they were right....I'm nothing but your skin puppet..." I lower my head in shame. "Heh, I forgot the number one rule in Ford's journal is to trust no one."

Bill's eyes fill with guilt and sadness, a real sight to see. "No, D-Dipper, I didn't mean it like that. I was just -"

"You were just what, Bill?! HUH?!" I shout, my eyes glossing over.

Bill lowers his head, refusing to look me in my eyes. "I-I don't know.. I don't know..."

I roll my eyes, tears falling from them. I step down the last step, my back facing him. "You would rather please your friends and uphold your personal image than tell me the truth. Face it, Bill, you can't smooth talk your way out of this one." I begin walking away from him only for him to yell at me.

"Where will you go?! It's not safe out like that, Dipper! You can't protect yourself!"

"Yes I fucking can! I don't need your help! I don't need anyone's help! I will protect myself Bill! I'M NOT WEAK!" I shout back, tears falling from my eyes. I turn around and run, run as far as I can. I wanted to be as far away from Bill as possible.

"After everything I've done for him. It still wasn't enough... nothing was ever enough. I will never be enough." I thought to myself.

I slow down, resting my hands against my knees to catch my breath. Once I regain control over my breathing, I straighten myself back up only to stare at the ground. A sob left my lips as I fell back to my knees.

"Everything I've worked for... everything I've done... was for nothing. Bill didn't want me. Bill didn't need me. H-he only wants to use me....like a worthless fleshbag...."

I feel the heat flood my veins throughout my body. I whimper, wrapping my arms around myself as my body begins to shake. "Wh-what's going on -"

I'm cut off by the feeling of a needle being shot into my neck. I jump, quickly reaching for it and pulling it out. It's a tranquilizer dart. "Oh, that's just.....great-."

My world quickly becomes clouded in black spots, my body falling to the ground. I hear faint sounds of footsteps approaching me. I can't recognize the voice speaking to me, but I hear my name before everything becomes dark.

[rogersideup]

Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter eleven

Courage

Series masterlist

Previous Part: The Snap Next Part: Homecoming

Word Count: 5,845

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions of loss, abuse, PTSD, anxiety and depression.

Steve was enraged.

Even after Thanos dusted away half of all living things, blipping away half of all of his loved ones he still didn't feel quite this angry.

He was pretty sure that if he was an animated character, his skin would be firetruck red with puffs of dark grey smoke blowing out of his ears. There would be squiggly black marks around his feet as they quickly stomped across the compound showing how the force of his steps rattled the ground with every stride, effectively and dramatically carrying him to exactly where he needed to be.

The second Steve opened his mouth, the words in the white speech bubble above his head would be replaced by numbers, punctuation marks and octothorps. He had nothing nice to say, and his voice would only come out at one volume until he got exactly what he wanted. Loud.

This anger all started the second his phone dedicated to you rang and he was met with chaos and clinking gun metal on the other line. He heard the familiar clicks of handcuffs, he heard your cries and the questions you were asking out of fear.

He heard the way you weren't read your Miranda Rights, he could tell they had wrongly used force and pulled weapons on you. He didn't even know who they were at first.

So he enlisted the help of Natasha, one of the only other people living at the compound with him at the moment that was available to help him track you down. It took a few days, and every passing moment made him feel sick to his stomach knowing every minute he didn't know how to help you was a minute you were in the custody of some branch of government that was obviously in some sort of power trip.

On the morning of day three of the search, Nat peeled herself away from the laptop for a little while to take a shower and properly get ready for the day right after Steve did, then she came rushing back into the private sector office area with a spring in her step.

"Rogers, you're never going to believe who I just found." She declared with urgency. Steve's head popped up, eyes wide and hopeful. "Just passed by intake, they were booking her."

"Like... HERE?!" Steve questioned, jumping out of his seat faster than she could even answer the question.

"Yeah, literally downstairs." She followed his fast steps down the corridors.

"You're telling me shield agents were the ones who did that to her?" He asked again, smoke building up in his head.

"Go easy on em' Cap, you know they're just following orders." Nat tried to ease his anger. "You know they had to respond to a report."

"They didn't have to respond with a bigger crime than the one she committed in the first place." He puffed, stomps growing louder, fists wound tightly.

By the time he made it to intake, he slammed the door open with enough force to make everyone in the lobby jump out of their own skin. Natasha was surprised it managed to stay on the hinges.

His voice projected loudly, bouncing off each starkly white wall, booming enough to break the florescent lightbulbs above head.

Nat approached the front desk and tapped her nails against the wood, letting her head rest in her hand while she waited for Steve to be done yelling at everyone around him so she could talk some actual legal sense into these imbeciles.

To her surprise, Steve was actually making really good points, using really big words, and his knowledge on the legal side of what was actually here lined up. Which made her job easier in turn, but she was ready to bargain for you nonetheless.

Fourty five minutes.

That's how long it took for Steve to chew out everyone directly involved in the whole ordeal. Every detail he got out of the circumstance in which you were detained made him progressively more and more angry.

Natasha did eventually take over after those forty five minutes and used every detail she just learned, every broken rule in the sun and threw it right back in their faces. Jobs we're lost, livelihoods we're threatened, and a chain reaction was sure to ensue the moment they got their hands on some help from Rhodey.

He vowed to help start an investigation on the corrupt agents that did that to you.

Once Steve ensured you were free to go with a complete scrubbed criminal record including that one speeding ticket you got for going 35 in a 25 zone, he calmed down to a more reasonable state of being.

The smoke from his ears was now nothing but red in his cheeks with little white diagonal lines emphasizing the crease in his angry brow.

Steve and Nat sat heavy in seats like stone while they continued on further. The government needed to make up for what they did to you, and quite honestly, they owe you one for keeping one of its greatest protectors safe for so long in the first place.

At the hour and a half mark, a deal came into agreement, and Steve was squirming in his seat to go and rescue you from the holding room he knew you were locked up in.

It was so hard for him to know you were just down the hall and not be able to go sweep you off your feet and try to put a bandage over the damage he had inadvertently caused you.

This was his fault. And his own mind made sure to remind him of that over and over and over again.

If it weren't for his lack of control around you, you would've been innocent and happy baking cookies and living a life in which none of this was ever even a possibility for you. The least he could've done was be an advocate for your innocence, and get you home.

What he didn't stop to consider was that you were absolutely terrified. Actually, terrified could only describe the surface level of emotions you were feeling.

It had been three days since any of your needs were met all the while being manipulated by people much more powerful than you, and triggered by the behaviors of the men who had you in custody.

You didn't even know where you were, not the building, not the city, not the state. You hadn't eaten anything the entire time you were in custody, and anytime you even tried to sip on water, you couldn't hold back your sobs long enough to choke it down.

There was a lot of time to process your arrest. It was the first time in your life you had even seen a gun in person, let alone have 6 fully automatic weapons pointed directly at you all at once. Harsh hand prints were bruised onto your shoulders, waist, and all over your arms. Your knees were bruised and scraped, your entire face hurt from crying for so long, your back was thrown out, and you were just exhausted.

Along side not eating or drinking, you also weren't sleeping much. It was taking a physical toll on your body.

You also had time to ponder if your time with Steve was worth all of this, because when it all started you thought you were facing county jail and a fine. Not being abducted by the government and starved. You determined that he was worth every star in the sky, and you'd put up with this for as long as your body would allow it to.

But you couldn't deny that the time and distance apart from him was making you feel as though you were so tiny and insignificant in the world he lived in. And if he was out there somewhere, you doubted that you even took up space in his mind anymore. So much of your life had changed since he left, and every day you feel further and further from that girl he loved once upon a time, and all things considered, you were just you.

He wasn't just him. He was a superhero, a role model, a life saver, a war fighter. If your life had significantly changed for you as an every day civilian, you could only imagine he also felt like a whole different person than the man you loved too. He was on the front line, and you were in the very back line.

It wasn't his fault that you felt so far away from him, honestly, it was probably yours. Pushing yourself further and further away from the truth that losing him in your daily life had led you towards so much pain.

You were quite literally at your lowest, hungry and crying on the floor of a temporary cell you were pretty sure was just supposed to be an interrogation room.

There was a table and a chair in there, but you didn't feel safe enough to even sit in the stainless steel trap. You stayed curled up in the corner, desperately trying to stay awake. Jumping at every sound, flinching at every passing footstep, uncontrollably crying at every agent who came in to talk to you.

Every once in a while there would be hours in between anyone coming to check on your state of being, and you'd convince yourself it was better that way. Anything was better than being transported and man handled again.

No matter how scared you were, at some point your body completely shut down and forced your mind to sleep, only to be woken up hours later by a slam so loud it shook the ground and yelling you could hear loud and clear through the door.

The anger and volume in which the shouting happened caused your whole body to tremble like a chihuahua in one of those sad shelter commercials.

Convincing yourself to just breathe through the fear, you were able to pick up a few phrases that made you stop thinking about everything but those words entirely.

"My criminal record was fully scrubbed, there's no reason for her to be punished for anything she did. It doesn't matter anymore."

"You guys are treating her like she killed people, all she did was treat me kindly"

"Lay your hands on her one more time and I swear on everything that I'll bust her out of there and never come back."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, and you didn't want to believe what your gut was telling you. And if it was who you thought it was, you never imagined you'd hear him shouting like that.

Not wanting to believe either of those possibilities were true, not wanting to get your hopes up or become even more hurt, you covered your ears with your cuffed hands and hid your face in your injured knees.

When the time came and an agent placed the key to your cuffs into Steve's palm, he started walking towards your holding room faster that he's ever walked before. Natasha stayed behind and decided to wait in the lobby to give the two of you space.

Getting Steve to talk about you was like pulling teeth, and that's exactly how Nat knew the extent of how precious you were to him. If she hadn't previously met you, she didn't know if at this point she would even be aware of your existence.

When you heard steps approaching, and saw shadows of feet under the door, you covered your ears tighter, and sunk your face deeper into your legs.

You hated the sound of the security code being typed into the keypad, and you despised the click of the door unlocking and opening even more.

But when it did, just as always you cried a little harder, and flinched at the approaching footsteps. This time was different though, as you waited for an agent to start yelling at you, it never happened.

Steve's heart broke as he opened the door and saw you curled up in the corner. This wasn't the happy reunion he had dreamed of since the moment he left, but it was even more bitter sweet than saying goodbye to you.

You had been through a lot and all on your own, arguably more than him. You were smack dab in the middle of one of the biggest traumas of your life, all while being triggered by passed events.

He understood that he was probably one of the last people you wanted to see right now, he even understood that you would be terrified of him right off the bat. You had just listened to him rudely yelling at everyone under the sun for a while, one of your biggest triggers and fears was loud, disruptive men.

The second he stepped in he considered turning right around and getting Natasha to come remove your cuffs and bring you up to their private sector. Maybe you'd feel less on edge around a woman, especially one you trusted and had bonded with once before. But he also didn't want you to feel ignored by him, he didn't want you realizing you were in his place of living without seeing his face or being made comfortable by him.

So he did his best to take the most gentle approach he could. He closed the door behind him so softly it wouldn't make a sound, he walked so carefully as to not make a single thud with his food as if he was sneaking up on an enemy in battle.

Every step closer he took, you could still tell someone was in the room with you, so you tried to push yourself deeper into the corner hoping it would swallow you whole and you'd completely disappear.

You physically couldn't get yourself to look up until someone unusual happened. Whoever was in the room with you had cautiously sat on the floor in front of you and settled in.

"Hey, Sunflower" The calm and comforting voice filled your ears.

Your eyes snapped open, full body chills rushed over your skin as you peaked through your eyelashes, still unwilling to lift your head. In front of you sat Steve, you had never felt so much relief in your entire life for a multitude of reasons.

He looked different. A clean shaven face and a shorter hair cut, scar on his forehead, his usual street ware was replaced with jeans and a nice button down flannel. You assumed this version of him was a lot more typical than the version of him you knew, but he was still so handsome this way.

"I'm so sorry this happened" He apologized, his voice even quieter and more comforting than before. "Is it okay if I take your handcuffs off?"

It had been awhile since you spoken a single word, and right now you didn't even know what to say to him.

Although you knew he would never hurt you, and you were relieved to have him with you now, your brain still wanted to push everyone away. It was in flight or fight, and getting it to listen to your heart saying that he was safe to be around was hard.

But he knew that, and that's why he was maintaining a gentle approach. He vividly remembered that night he got a glimpse of the full extent in which men in your life had scarred you. He knew you'd need some time to warm up, you needed your needs met, you needed a few hours to not feel so scared anymore.

You nodded before reluctantly letting go of the sides of your face and holding your wrists out to him. Steve reached out slowly and unlocked the mechanism allowing them to pop open. He gently took them off your wrists and put them on the floor, revealing your irritated red skin beneath where they once clung to your body.

"Gosh, they put those on so tight" He winced looking at your wrists. "Does it hurt?"

You nodded once again, your tears now fell because you forgot what it was like to be around someone who genuinely cared about you.

"Can I?" He asked, sticking his hands out towards yours.

You hesitantly placed your shaky hands in each of his, desperately trying to get your mind to recognize that he wasn't going to hurt you, trying so hard to think of any words you could say to him.

He very delicately moved his hands upwards to your wrist, and carefully massaged where the cuffs once were. It felt so nice, you wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor.

"Does that feel better?" He questioned with a worried expression on his face. When you nodded once more, he continued. "Do you know anything about where you are?"

This time you shook your head.

"You're in New York, upstate." He explained to you. "This is a criminal intake center meant for agent interrogation here at the Avengers Compound. I live in this building but I had no clue you were here until an hour and a half ago."

You slowly lifted your head but kept your eyes fixed on your wrists in his hands. Teeny tiny baby steps, but it made him happy.

"I was looking for you since you called, came down as soon as I heard." He continued. "I got it all squared away for you, okay? You don't have to worry about anything. Your criminal record has been completely scrubbed, and you're free to go."

You finally made eye contact, then your mind went crazy again. You didn't have an ID on you, no money, no cards, not even a phone or access to a computer. Then the words finally came to you in a moment of worry. "I don't know how to get home"

"It's okay" he reassured you. "When you're ready and if you're okay with it, I'll bring you to my place. We'll get you settled and I'll fly you home. Is that alright?"

"Thank you" You cried, the words came out broken.

"I'm so sorry." He apologized again. "I'm disgusted by the way this was handled, this should've never happened."

"Not your fault" You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head.

"And I'm sorry you had to hear me yelling like that, I know that probably scared you. I know it'll take some time to settle down from all of this, but I'm here for you. Whatever you need, I'll make it happen, okay?"

"It's okay" Your voice still broken.

The more he spoke, the more you calmed down. You felt almost immediately safer and more grounded in his presence, everything you were worried about before had flown out of the window. He was exactly the same, and it started to feel like no time had passed at all.

The more fear that left your body, the more you wanted to hug him, kiss him, just have him in your arms again. But honestly you felt disgusting and definitely didn't look the best.

"Are you alright, did they hurt you?" He asked, feeling genuinely concerned about the way the agents handled you.

You nodded before rolling up the loose sleeve of your hoodie, revealing the marks your body was littered in. A darkness settled in his eyes as he took in the state of your body, then you lifted the hem of show him the small of your waist, also covered in black and blue hand prints.

"If they didn't already lose their jobs, I'd be losing mine right about now." He admitted his anger. "Do you feel like you need some medical help? We have private doctors, they're very nice. I could stay with you the whole time."

Your heart warmed that he remembered another one of your fears, but you still shrugged. "I don't know what I need."

"That's okay" He continued massaging your wrists. "How about we get you out of here and more comfortable at my place then we'll reassess in a bit?"

You nodded in agreement, feeling so thankful that this mess was over and that Steve lived so close. Just as you were about to get up, he slipped in more comforting words.

"I know this is an awful circumstance, but I really am so happy to see you." He admitted.

You slid your wrists out of his hold to grab his hands with yours instead. "I'm happy to see you too" You nodded, more tears falling down your cheeks. "I didn't really even know if you were alive until now."

His eyes softened as he realized he hadn't been seen in the public eye since Thanos snapped, and all his attempts to reach out to you had failed in one way or the other. You didn't even get to know that he did answer the phone when you called.

"I'm so sorry" he cautiously apologized. "You can't get rid of me that easily"

"Thank goodness for that"

Steve stood up and held his hands out for you, you took them once more and he very carefully helped you up. You stumbled upon standing, getting used to being up on your own feet again while feeling so weak from lack of anything in your body, but you caught your balance.

"I've got you" Steve reassured once again. "Everyone is gone by the way, it's just Natasha out there waiting for us."

"What happened to everyone else?" You asked, trying hard not to externally flinch every time Steve moved, his hand cautiously and lightly resided on your lower back. You could tell he was worried that you would fall or else he definitely wouldn't be touching you right now.

"Getting fired" Steve answered honestly, guiding you out of the door.

As you stepped out of the room and turned the corner of the hallway out into the main reception area, you saw Natasha who lit up with a warm smile.

"Sugar cookie, you poor thing" She approached, reaching out to you slowly, squeezing your shoulders before tucking some of your hair behind your ears. "I'm so happy you're okay."

The nickname reminded you of Sam that one night that felt like lifetimes ago, and it pulled your lips upwards into the tiniest smile that prevailed through the tears.

"It's nice to see you again, Nat" You tried to keep up the smile in attempts to be warm to someone who meant a lot to Steve, but it was impossibly hard. "Thanks for the help."

"Of course, anytime." Nat nodded, stepping in front of you to lead you back to their home.

No matter how exciting a grand tour of the fucking Avengers Compound would've been for a small town girl like you, there was an unspoken agreement that now was not the time.

Steve didn't even really find it appropriate to show you around the living space yet before ushering you straight to his room, and getting you set up for the only thing you could actually express want for which was a shower.

After some reassurance that he would be right there waiting for you when you were done, you let hot water calm you before changing into the comfort of Steve's clothes and shyly walking into his room.

It was a lot bigger than you had anticipated, and so much cozier that you thought was possible in a building that felt so cold and mechanical. And just as promised, he was there for you. He sat on his bed, back against the headboard, laptop in front of him and he was talking to someone on the phone.

You listened as you slowly walked over, still feeling like your guard was up and three miles high.

"Yes, we have her." Steve said. "I can confirm she's very much alive and doing okay- relatively unharmed... yes sir.... I'll have her home soon. Yes sir... okay, thank you."

He hung up the phone and put it on his bedside before closing his laptop and doing the same, then all his attention was back on you with a kind grin across his lips.

Unexpectedly to Steve, you walked right up to him. He looked at you with a little concerned pinch in his eyebrows before you got on the bed and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

"Awwwww" Steve audibly cooed, uncontrollably smiling and very cautiously wrapping his arms around your back. "Sweet girl."

"I missed you, baby." You said quietly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

"I missed you too, so so much" He rubbed comforting stripes down your spine. "I'm so happy to have you here. Are you starting to feel better?"

"A little" You confirmed.

Just in the very short amount of time you've spent since reuniting, even in your scared, clouded brain you could see the guilt looming over Steve and Natasha's heads. You didn't even know if you should bring up what happened, or how to even begin asking him how life has been treating him since the last time you were together.

"It's gonna take some time." He told you as a reminder to keep being easy on yourself. "I just got off the phone with the chief of police in Greenwood, apparently nobody filled them in on the situation so there's been a search party out for you for two days now."

"Can we just tell everyone I was kidnapped?" You asked, half joking. "That's easier than what actually happened."

"I would 100% count that as an abduction."

"And I was saved by Captain America and Black Widow."

Steve giggled and pressed a kiss into your temple. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, fully letting each others bodies comfort your minds as the passed few months had been nothing but painful.

But you found the courage to lift your head and look at his face, your heart was beating out of your chest even just by really looking at him.

The fading scar, his big blue eyes, the bare cheeks you weren't used to seeing. It all told a story of what he had been through, and your couldn't even begin to grasp it. You were lying in the arms of a man who had just been hurt by the hands of the titan who destroyed half the universe. He had seen the unimaginable, been hurt by beings you'd never even come close to, fought battles for the sake of the universe with the two hands that were holding you close.

It suddenly felt so stupid to be so emotionally destroyed over the nature of your arrest, especially when he was looking right back at you.

"You look good, honey." You complemented, bringing your hand up to trace the scar on his forehead. "A lot different, but still so beautiful."

"I think you've gotten even prettier" Steve complemented.

"Wow, that's shocking" You genuinely smiled. "All I've been doing for the passed few months is staying inside and eating spicy Doritos."

"They're so much better than the normal ones" Steve commented.

"Right?!" You agreed. "Dare I ask you how you've been?"

Steve sighed, his lips pressed into a straight line. "I'll tell you all about it when you're in a little bit of a better place, but all you need to know about it right now is that after it happened I made sure you were still here the very second I could, then after that we just kept trying and haven't stopped since."

"So you've been busy?" You questioned, once again feeling warmed over his thoughtfulness and genuine care over your well-being.

"Yeah, I've been busy." he nodded. "And for whatever it's worth, I hope you've been okay despite what happened."

"I think we're all just trying our best, and that's all we can do."

Steve nodded, trying to think of words to acknowledge the Avengers failure. He promised they would keep you safe, and although you're right here in front of him, there was a 50% chance you could've been gone. Even after you survived the blip, you still were put in a situation that was unsafe by people who worked under the same wing as him. Not only did the Avengers fail, but he failed you.

Now you were here with him, in a place he never would've imagined you in. Your body covered in bruises and his sweatpants, red eyes and nose, and a sad facial expression that would take a while to dissolve.

He really thought that getting absolved of his crimes from the civil war would wash away the guilt he's always felt since as long as he could remember, but now he had a whole new criteria in front of him. A whole new binder stuffed full of pages written with ways he's fucked up, hurt and lost the people he loved. Each page was laminated and slotted into plastic sheet protectors just to make sure he never forgot what was said and done.

His mind ran away from him, guilt ate him away until he felt your soft lips on his and it pulled him right back. Closed eyes and a sigh of relief, being with you was the first time in a while he felt any sense of control. It was as though he was a helium balloon floating through the air, and you caught him and tied the string around your wrist.

"You tried your best, too." You reminded him, seeing his internal battle. Your lips brushing against his.

"We killed him." Steve blurted out. "We lost, but we killed him."

You sat up slightly, trying to process this information. It was obvious the public wasn't being informed of everything, and although Steve wanted to protect your peace, he just couldn't keep that information in.

"What?" You blinked, cocking your head to the side.

"Thanos." Steve confirmed. "We went to a planet that he was hiding away on and we killed him."

You weren't sure what he wanted you do get out of that information, or where he was going with it, but you tried your hardest to understand.

"I was just so... angry. I was thinking about you, and I lost Sam, Bucky- we thought if we got the stones back we could just snap again and everyone would come back but when we got there, they were destroyed. We missed them by one day." Steve explained. "That was our second and only chance, we failed twice. Thor took his head clean off."

"Steve-" you started, but he cut you off.

"We're not giving up but spirits have been very low, morale around here has never been so drab, and I think that's why those agents took their anger out on you. Everyone is just angry."

"Im not angry." You told him.

"I'm sorry" Steve apologized, shaking his head. "You've been through hell and back recently, and I feel like all of it has been because of me, and I'm sorry for that."

"None of this is your fault" You denied. "And I'd do it a thousand times over for you, Honey. You tried your best, you've always done the best you've could and you've done great things because of it. I'm thankful for you."

"Who did you lose?" He asked.

"It doesn't matter" Just like he felt the need to protect you, you needed to protect him. "Not right now at least."

He nodded, understanding where you were coming from. "What is Greenwood like?"

"Well," you sat up more and grinned. "Everyone was very excited that good ol' Cap was in town so your driveway is full of love letters and flowers just for you."

"Awwwww, did Georgia leave me one too?" He joked.

You audibly laughed out loud, "the only thing Georgia sent you was me."

"No way" His eyes got big, mouth hung open.

"Way" you nodded.

"She reported us?" He questioned, stunned at this information.

"Then watched me get taken away, drinking tea like it was a bucket of popcorn at the movie theater." You explained.

"That little-" Steve started, but stopped himself before puffing out a breath. "Ugh! Why!?"

You giggled at his discipline, "not everyone can handle all of your greatness, baby."

"Yeah, yeah." Steve rolled his eyes. "Should I go knock on her door when I get to Greenwood and tell her about how you were found innocent?"

"I think she would beat you with a fly swatter" You smiled.

"I've been shot a few times, I think it would be worth the beating to see the look on her face." Steve giggled.

"Always up to no good, baby." You shook your head with a playful grin.

"It's what I'm known for" Steve agreed.

"I have a question." You said shyly, hands playing with the fabric of his flannel button up.

"What's up?" He welcomed your curiosity.

"So, you're going to take me home but is there anyway you can stay? Even just for a day or two?" The thought of leaving him so soon after you had just got him back was hurting your heart.

"You know, I actually had a visit to Greenwood planned in a week? It was on the team calendar and everything." He told you.

"Really?" You smiled, just the thought made you happy.

"Yeah, I made myself unavailable for the Avengers for three weeks. I thought some time away from here and time with you would be good for me." He explained. "But I'll talk with the team and see if I can just extend it."

"Even if you can't, I'm more than happy now"

"I was thinking maybe you can stay the night here and I'll take you back tomorrow morning? I know it's been a long few days and you probably just want to go home but, if you think you need a doctor there's one just down the hall." He explained.

"Anything to spend more time with you" You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Maybe Georgia unknowingly did us a favor. Because know you're completely clean of any crime and we finally get a few more minutes." Steve grinned, kissing the top of your head.

"And when you come back to Greenwood we won't have to hide anymore." You pointed out.

"I'm so happy" Steve couldn't control his smile. "But I'll be even happier once I know you're okay."

"I'm feeling so much better now" You admitted. Hungry? Yes. Exhausted? Absolutely. But, "I always feel so safe when you're around."

"I love you so much" He held you just a little tighter, with more confidence it wasn't going to scare you.

"I love you too" You nuzzled into him.

"Okay, now let me catch you up on everything you need to know before being around the Avengers for a day..."

"Oh no" You settled in for what you assumed would be some interesting pointers as he reached for a throw blanket and put it over the two of you.

"They're an interesting bunch, well, half bunch...and there might be a talking Raccoon that comes around..."

Next Part: Homecoming

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[vainvenus]

hey freaky ppl. my request is really simple bc i need to recover from this angst fic i read of sejanus LMAO

so i was thinking of peacekeeper sej and covey reader, but the way they meet is completely different. he would catch the reader sneaking off over the fence with a bag of supplies.

i’m thinking that someone at the covey had gotten ill and the reader was met with the task of gathering herbs needed outside of the fence.

i feel like sej would first be what any other peacekeeper would be and follow and be like “wtf are u doin” but then like he’d understand and let her keep running off into the woods and meadow. IDK I THINK THIS IS CUTE

⌲;꒰ Fence girl. ꒱

Pairing :: Peacekeepers!Sejanus x Fem!Reader

Synopsis - Sejanus catches someone sneaking over the fence and tries to do his job ( he doesn't).

Includings :: Covey member!reader, sejanus hating his job AND being bad at his job, he has a soft spot for (everything) reader, horrible first impressions, mostly fluff, this is kinda short

An :: Sorry this took so long...jumping from fandom to fandom is NOT for the weak

Sejanus never truly wanted to be a peacekeeper, yes he wanted to help people but obviously not in this kind of way.

Peacekeepers were often cruel and stern, they stood their ground for what they stood for and their morals were aligned in a way that didn't quite align with Sejanus's.

But it was far too late to turn back, he already was at twelve and already buzzed his curls so he was stuck here with a job he hated. Not much could be done.

And Sejanus did try to do his job, he tried to be like his friend Coriolanus who was stern and took the job very seriously but of course, there were times where he struggled.

Like right now, he was frozen with confusion as he watched a girl with [h/c] hair scaling one of the fences. She had a dark brown bag around her shoulder. His brows furrowed even more as he wondered what was she doing.

But then he had to remember his job and how what the girl was doing was very much something he had to report.

No one was allowed beyond the fences because one, it was seen as dangerous because they were made to keep wild animals.

And two, it was seen as rebellious since at some point if anyone was able to get far enough they could leave the district and start their own life far far away from all of this mess.

Sejanus looked around, slight panic wavering in his eyes as he realized he was the only one who had noticed the girl climbing up and over the wall. She was almost out of his sight, her dark green skirt blending in with the scenery.

He cursed under his breath as he started to climb up the fence, hopping over it and looking in the direction of the girl. She seemed to be in a rush as she looked around the field.

"Excuse me! You know you're not allowed to be here, right?"

His voice seemed to have startled her as she jumped a bit, she looked him up and down quickly. She clenched the brown bag as he eyes glanced to the gun he was holding and he saw how she tensed up, her eyes growing wide.

She looked scared– no, terrified. Like a rabbit behind hunted by a fox.

That was another thing Sejanus hated about being a peacekeeper, no matter what he was always going to be feared because of that stupid uniform and the firearms they had to wield while on patrol.

It didn't matter how gentle he was as long as he was in uniform.

"Please...don't hurt me."

"Hurt you? I..I wasn't gonna- look, you're not allowed to be past that fence. I won't report you or anything, I swear. But you could get hurt or lost-"

"I know where I'm going." She had cut his worried rambling short, grip tightening on her bag.

His brows furrowed in slight curiosity. "And just where is that?"

"There's a few herbs down from here near a river." She replied. "I need to get them for a friend of mine...she's sick and we can't exactly afford medicine at the moment." She murmured the last bit but loud enough for Sejanus to frown.

He knew he shouldn't. He knew he should have done his job and escorted her back over the fence.

But of course Sejanus's heart always won over his brain so before he could even stop himself he had said;

"Alright. You can go."

A warm smile had spread onto the features of the girl in front of him, her eyes glistening with hope as she uttered; "Really?"

Sejanus nodded, looking over his shoulder just to be safe. "Yes, really. But, I have to walk with you and you need to make it as quick as possible."

"Deal! I'll be quicker than two shakes of a lamb's tail." She giggled and Sejanus couldn't help but smile as he followed beside her.

As they walked, Sejanus took small glanced over at her. Her sense of style didn't seem to fit twelve, everybody remotely dressed the same with mostly dull colors or neutral tones but she had a much more lively pallette with splashes of red, orange and yellow.

"Starings rude, you know."

He quickly looked away, pressing his lips together in a thin line as she had cracked another smile before laughing and playfully hitting his arm.

"I'm just playing around! Jeez, for a peacekeeper you sure are sheepish." She hummed as she looked up at him and he glanced back over at her.

"Yeah, I'm horrible at my job I know."

"I'm not complaining, just glad I got one of the good ones." She smiled before she realized they were near the river and she crouched down near one of the nearby trees.

Sejanus watched as she pulled out a small jar and began picking dark purple berries, careful placing them into the jar. He tilted his head a bit while he watched her like a curious child.

"Elderberries." She spoke and his brows knitted together before she continued to explain. "Help with the immune system. We crush em' and brew em' into a real sweet tea."

Sejanus nodded as he knelt down. "Can I help?"

"You really are different, hm?" She tilted your head up at him, giving a teasing smile. "Kind, thoughtful and helpful? Are you sure you picked the right job?" She asked as she handed him one of the small jars and he shook his head.

"I wanted to be a medic." He said as he carefully picked the berries, putting them into the jar and the girl beside him hummed in amusement.

"That's surprising. What made you change your mind?"

"A friend. I'm only here because of him, oh and a little bit of rule breaking back home.." He sheepishly admitted and she giggled, standing up.

"Well you are just full of surprises, huh?"

Sejanus shrugged with a smile as he placed the jar carefully into her bag. "Guess I am."

As the two had walked back to the fence, Sejanus had picked a perfect spot where there was no one on patrol at the moment. It was like she had never even went over the wall.

He helped her over it, giving her a small boost up before climbing over it himself and he dusted off his uniform as he placed her bag back in her hands and she hummed a 'thank you' as she put it back over her shoulder.

"Y'know, I hope we meet again. Under better circumstances, of course."

"Me too- wait, I never caught your name."

She giggled, turning on her heel. "I never threw it!"

|★|

It had been a couple of weeks since his run-in with that [h/c] haired girl. Weeks since and he hadn't seen her again, he hoped that meant that her friend had gotten well enough that she didn't have to sneak over the fence again.

He was still thinking about her as he sat with Coriolanus, sitting at one of the tables as he was watching Lucy Gray perform. He was never as wowed, mainly because unlike those in the capitol he grew to already appreciate music.

"Whoops! Coming through, Blondie!" A familiar voice giggled as a girl with [h/c] haired brushed past the two to set some drinks off at the table next to them and Sejanus's eyes widened.

The fence girl.

He immediately stood up and walked over to her and as soon as she had turned to face him her face broke into a smile which he copied.

"You again!"

"Me again."

She gave him a skeptical gaze yet there was a playful smile on his face. "Are you stalking me?"

"Yeah. And it was just so hard because you never tossed me your name." He sighed like a damsel in distress, shaking his head.

She had giggled, holding out her hand. "[Y/n]."

He shook it, keeping a gentle yet firm grasp on it. He thought that maybe being a peacekeeper wasn't all too bad now.

"Sejanus."

[captain-mj]

Western!AU where Roach is pretending to be a woman for whatever reason and his coach gets robbed, so he's trying to figure out how to get himself out of this situation

Cue cowboys!Soap and Ghost who come up to try to save him.

Smut or I will steal your pelvis

@callsign-bunnie I think you'll like this one

I read this wrong but I talked to the anon who sent it and they said its fine

Ghost saw the stagecoach rattling by. He and Soap were hiding on either side, waiting. They heard it had a mail order bride and a ton of jewelry on it, so they were planning to steal everything and let the lady escape on one of the horses. Easy money.

The horses were spooked by something, starting to slow down. They looked around and snorted. The stagecoach driver snapped at them to keep moving, but he had been startled as well.

Ghost aimed his gun and shot, knocking one of the wheels. The coach shuddered and quickly started to run off the rails. Soap shot the other front wheel and the horses started to try to run. It dragged the half broken carriage forward as the driver tried desperately to get them to settle. He pulled his gun and started to shoot in Ghost's general direction, missing by miles.

Soap raced out, quickly shooting at him. Blood splattered as the men fell, hitting the ground with a dull thump.

Ghost rushed the stagecoach, just in case someone of fighting ability was in there.

There was a rather small little lady. Well, compared to him at least. Her dress hit her ankles and she had a hat with a veil. She stood up, clearly frightened.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't do anything to ya. Just want the cargo you're carrying." He put the gun up, aiming at her. She didn't move instead freezing in one place. Her head cocked to one side.

Soap opened the door on his side and jumped in. She almost jumped out of her skin and twirled around, putting her back to Ghost. Ghost grabbed her and quickly started to tie her up.

Her head slammed against his nose, the only thing stopping it from breaking being the hard mask over his nose. She slammed her feet into Soap's chest and tried to escape.

"We're not even into women. Just stop fighting so we can grab our stuff and go." Soap said and grabbed her legs, flushing a little when he realized her skirts were flying up. He quickly tried to push them back down.

Ghost held her tighter and the hat fell off her head and subsequently the veil.

They both stopped fighting immediately, staring.

Roach stared back at them. His hair was rather short and though he had some feminine features, he was clearly a man. He blushed brightly.

Soap lifted his skirt to look up it and Roach kicked him hard.

"So... you're a lad. Are you one of those people that doesn't feel like a lad?"

Roach shook his head head, looking more flustered.

Ghost was real quiet as he took in Roach. He was gorgeous. "What's your name?"

Roach reached for his necklace and showed him the engraving.

"Gary Roach Sanderson. Prefer Roach?" Ghost asked him. When Roach nodded, Ghost frowned. "Don't want to talk, love?"

Roach flushed and drew an X over his mouth, a pretty much universal way of saying he's mute.

"He's really pretty." Soap smiled at Ghost, both of them apparently thinking the same thing.

Roach looked between them. Both of them had on masks of skulls and were bigger men. Between them, Roach seemed rather tiny. He flushed more and wiggled just a tiny bit. Ghost had his arms pinned to his chest and Soap still held him up by his legs.

"Just shake your head no and we'll leave, okay?" Ghost promised, gently tilting Roach's head to the side. Roach flushed more but didn't move. Soap slowly ran his fingers further up his legs, exposing more of Roach.

Johnny smiled. "Alright, love. I'm going to unlace your dress." He reached up and started to undo the laces. Ghost lifted his mask and started to kiss Roach's neck. Roach shivered against him and let out a tiny breath.

"Sensitive?" Ghost purred and set Roach down so they could get his dress off. He didn't let Roach turn around to see his face, instead making him face Soap. Soap didn't care that much because he took his mask off fully and stole a kiss from Roach.

Ghost tugged the little garter on Roach's thighs, enjoying the way he jumped against Soap's chest and blushed more. "What do you want to do to him first?"

Soap grinned at him and without saying a word, Soap ended up laying on the seats with Roach in his lap. His back to Soap's chest. Roach blushed more but relaxed against Soap as Ghost spread his legs.

Ghost settled in front of him, starting to smoke, the mask pulled up just enough for him to do so. Soap pushed his fingers into Roach, going slow. Roach shivered and mewled, hips rolling up.

Ghost smirked and kept eye contact with him as Soap worked him open.

Soap kissed along Roach's neck. "Pretty boy. Feel real tight." He let Roach take over as he sat up and slid down on Soap's cock. He bit his own lip and flushed, tensing with his thighs shaking.

Roach rode him slowly, panting softly. His face flushed more and he looked up at Ghost.

Ghost grabbed him by the back of his neck, moving closer. He kept eye contact with him as he leaned in. "There you go. Feel good?"

Roach nodded and kissed him. Neither closed their eyes. Ghost blew the cigarette smoke into his mouth, feeling Roach eagerly open his mouth for.

Soap thrust up into him with no warning and Roach opened his mouth like he was crying out, but no noise came out. He did it again and Roach's eyes rolled back. Roach pressed back and started to quickly bounce again, almost desperately.

"Right there. Think you did something." Ghost grinned at Soap who immediately did it again. Roach's back arched as he eagerly tried to get more. "Don't finish until he does."

Soap groaned. "You're a sadist."

"It's called planning. Want to show him a good time, don't we?"

Roach tried to replicate what Soap had done, but he was too nervous. Ghost could see him trying to shift his hips without letting Soap go too deep. He reached over and forced Roach down, apparently hitting his bitch button dead on.

"There, that better?" Soap purred in his ears.

Roach nodded frantically and pressed back against Soap. He started tearing up, both of his hands now gripping desperately onto Ghost. He desperately rocked on him, eyelashes fluttering as he clearly got close. Soap spit in his hand and stroked Roach.

Their prize managed a barely audible whine before coming all over himself, panting him. Soap grabbed his hips and started to thrust into him hard. He lasted a few more minutes, Roach shaking and starting to get hard again, before he came inside him, kissing his cheek.

"You want a turn?"

"Of course."

Roach whimpered a little as Soap picked him up and passed him over. Ghost laid Roach down and pushed his legs up and out. "Just relax. Not going to stop until you finish."

Thanks to the change in position, it was much easier for him to fuck Roach how he wanted. He was rough with him, grazing his teeth over Roach's shoulder.

A tiny whimper made him almost feral.

Roach wrapped his legs around and Soap's hand found its way into Ghost's hair, gently stroking it away from the mask on his face.

"What if we keep him?" Johnny smiled.

"I wouldn't mind. Want to go home with us sweetheart?" Simon purred.

Roach nodded immediately, head tilted back. He trembled under Ghost who quickly started to stroke him, wanting to finish first. Roach started to shake his head immediately, overstimulated but he quickly melted into it, shaking. His back arched as he whimpered.

Ghost was persistent and pretty soon, Roach couldn't help it. He came again, melting to a puddle in Ghost's arms. Ghost came in him, feeling it drip out of Roach.

Roach held on to his shoulders and buried his face in his arms. Ghost picked him up. "I'll carry him and you get the horse?"

"You got it Simon." Soap kissed him softly and ruffled Roach's hair before stepping away.

[lizaluvsthis]

Purposely on purpose

THIS is a second part of Accidental Kiss

It's another pov focusing on with the M&M duo! (This is not a ship-this is a friendship thing)

WARNING! SNOWTRAPPED MENTIONED

With the duo's teamwork upon making their own special fort for a base, they noticed something that mario have thought of a good idea...

(AGAIN. I'm not as much of an experienced fic writer I'm continuing this last part)

"Its'a Mario time- here we gooo!!!" Mario jumped out of the base and threw countless of snowballs to Bob and SMG4, Meggy kept making more snowballs to save its bullets.

"YOU SON OF A B-TCH I'M GONNA TEAR YOUR SH-T APART WITH MY SNOW GUN-" with bob's words, he pulled out a giant gun and pulled the trigger. Causing to damage the front of Mario and Meggy's base

"Thats it- you're on!" Meggy joined in as she pulls out her splatoon gun and jumped out of her fort. She charged from the attack, as bob dodged the bullets. The man in white and blue is shot to his left.

"You're gonna regret that!" SMG4 smiles as he pulled out his big machine gun firing tons of snowballs, "Mario's got a fish to deal with you-" he pulls out a tood out of nowhere, and flatten its head to make a shield.

"YOU STUPID C#%^" Bob shouted at Mario, as he swung both of his swords(hands...?) To split the snowballs in half. Sadly Bob is very bad at this.

"You'll never take me alive SMG4! Because..." Mario pulls up his sunglasses. "You've got-no RIZZ" SMG4's exasperated expression gave temper from Mario's comment.

"GET OVER HERE!!" "WOAH MAMA MIA!!!" SMG4 starts to chase wherever Mario goes, running across the grounds as he started shooting snowballs at the fat italian, But left with uncontrollable speed that the red italian has.

A few minutes later...

"WOA- huff huff..." Mario is getting slower and slower from having to escape with Four. He spots the fort he and Meggy made and rushed through the thick snow blocking his way.

"MEGGY!!! MEGGY! AYAYAYAYA! Pls let Mario in!!!" Mario grieved in desperation, a gap from the passage way opens as she quickly pulled the back of the red-man's collar. Then closes in.

Mario sighs in relief when Meggy shuts the door, "Red you should be more careful on what you were gonna say! Now SMG4 is probably looking for-"

Meggy's phrase when the two heard Four's muffled voice from the door. "Hahaha! Gotcha now Mar- huh?"

Meggy and Mario stood quiet and opened a small gap from the door to peek outside on whats happening.

SMG3 is seen on the other side making his snowman which is eggdog, then to his right it was SMG4. "Oh. You."

SMG3's wide eyes soften behind his furious glare, Meggy and Mario looked at eachother for a second then back to focus at the two ex-rivals.

"If theres a possible chance I thought it'd be fun too for you to joi-" "No thanks" "aww cmon! Why not?"

Meggy slowly closed the door as Mario wanted to laugh, this took the dried Squid by suprise. "What is it Red?" Mario wanted to reply, but he couldn't help but snicker about the idea.

"Mario- is very- sorry-" he fixed himself up and starts to speak with a plan. "Mario has- a good ideal"

"Better not be one of those forceful kisses, because last time you did that from a tiktok challenge it didn't quite end we-" she heard a jingle from Mario's grasp.

It was a Mistletoe. Wait A MISTLETOE?!

"How did you- where did you get that?" "Mario borrowed it from a "friendly" neighbor from town ^○^"

I'm quessing it was stolen. Meggy thought from her head.

"Mario's gonna help and find a way to put a Mistletoe above them both to finally kiss!" "Mario- from the last time, we're not doing that." Meggy bugged his simple plan.

"Eh?" The sound of the meme audio and a glass shattering from the scenario. "But-but-" "You and know how much Three and Four had been through for like- I dunno-I was here six years ago when you told me about him and Four's unstable connection."

"So why do you not want to do it when you also want to?" Mario could never thought first about why, but to Meggy she didn't bother to answer. Mario's dumb but he has a heart, the only problem for him was that his brain doesn't correspond much to understand from what other peoples perspective have.

But this time, he has to learn something about it.

Meggy pulls up her splat gun and checks if she has enough ammo for an incoming battle with bob as she speaks.

"It's not that easy Marin, do you realize how hard it is for people like SMG4 or SMG3 to understand? Even tho I do also want that idea they both need to take their time to... yknow?" She gestures her hands, swaying clockwise.

Mario feels a bit confused as he scratched his head. Meggy grumbled in disbelief. "Ughh..." pinching the bridge of her nose, looking at Mario again.

"Process their feelings with one another, know about their boundaries, respect their privacy? I thought you know that stuff? It's ridiculous how you don't You're even respectful enough to give SMG4 some space when he-" the hit of an event flashed through her eyes.

Remembering SMG4's hyperventilating right after they want back from getting the star in princess peach's castle inside of that- hell hole....

She took a deep breath moving the subject. "I mean SMG4 is our friend, we gave him some time to think through and move on from what had happened. Im sure you know what I'm going here-" Mario frowned.

"But- SMG3...?" "Three has went through slot, you and I both know they both have been enemies since before I came here. We also know what he felt right after he said that right infront of him, we were there! We can't just push people from that. It takes-"

Mario yawned, "boring" Meggy's eye twitched.

"You don't know how SMG3 and SMG4 have been through before- I suppose I hadn't told you- everything?" She tilts her head sideways in a puzzled look.

"What are you saying?" "7 years ago they both got trapped in the igloo-" "DID YOU PLAN THAT?! MARIO! I SWEAR T--" Mario backs Meggy away by pushing her to calm her nerves. "Sheesh Meg- I was about to say that it wasn't on purpose...

"Oh, sorry..." the two stayed silent then Meggy spoke again. "So- what happened after they got stuck?" Mario points up his finger taking a deep breath, having the urge to explain. He stops for a bit.

"Are you sure you want to know?" "Yes." "You really really want to know?" The dried squid felt impatient from Mario asking her. "Mario, are we going to just sit here and wait for you to stop asking me the same question again over and over?"

Both eyes from the fat italian looked to the opposite directions as he said "yes." From what the dried Inkling left a reply of silence.

Mario starts to explain. "So me and SMG4 were stuck out from snow- I am suppa invincible from the cold so he went inside an igloo owned by an old man! Then I saw SMG3!

He was using an ugly tech that makes him float up in the sky! I wanted to say hello. Then ended up blasting something-SMG3 got terrified and he went inside the igloo where SMG4 is at and I guess he didn't know that he was also there?

The big snow thing collapsed and ended up trapping them both inside-" "please don't tell me they both fought inside-" sighed by Meggy "quite the complete opposite actually." Mario locked at the ceiling to visualize the past.

"I was only trying to find a way to get them both of the igloo safe and sound- which I did manage but- alas going inside of the igloo they both were..." Mario's mustache grew an inch bigger as he slowly turned to look at Meggy who couldn't understand his non verbal communication.

"Both what? When you said they both did the opposite, does that mean they were both bonding?" "More than that-" "they were both sitting and having snacks?" "No" "they were playing?" "No" "Mario just give me an direct answer cause I can't look back in the past THAT YOU WERE IN."

"Alright! Alright! Fine!" Mario felt a bit pissed by her being impatient, but she can't be blamed. It was all what HE witnessed after all...

"They were making like- what couples d-" "THEY W-MRFF" Meggy was about to scream at Mario as he covered her mouth, for Three and Four not to hear.

"Sorry-" She gave Mario an awkward smile

knowingly what she had heard from Mario all true, she had regretted to know what else had happened after he witnessed them both doing that.

"You're not joking!" She exclaimed in a whisper. "What Mario says is all true! I don't even know why they both did that but it was trully magnifi-" Meggy slaps Mario back in reality.

"OWOWOWOWO! He rubbed his cheek, "You should've told me about that sooner" Mario admits defeat by putting both of his hands up to stop Meggy.

"Hey-it was from the past- and honestly it was pretty old! These two are obliviously indenial with each other" Mario exclaimed.

"Yeah right-" Meggy opened the door to take a small peek again, and Mario who wanted to see as well.

"I forgive you." SMG4 is seen to be hugging SMG3 as he wrapped both of his arms from the back of his partner. They both stood there silence feeling safe... quiet... and... soft...

Wait- soft? Wow thats a first time they both have seen Three acting like that. Wasn't it? Or maybe it has happened before and right after what happened from the castle...

The two were having their own heart catching moment, and Meggy closed the door again.

She looked at Mario in a smile "Mario?" The fat italian looked at her. "Hm?" "How about we do your so called plan "Mistletoe"?"

It wouldn't hurt- after all- Mistletoes are still traditions for someone to kiss that special person underneath it.

----

"A little bit to the right- no wait- left?" Meggy tried guesturing her hands by moving Mario from the spot, from every step he took. He kept looking down at the floor assuring his balance and did his best not to slip and fall.

The mistletoe is tied with a string, from what Mario is currently holding. It hasn't yet been attached from the stick.

"Aaaaand there! Stop there!" He stopped from the place following Meggy's messages accordingly.

"Alright, now all that we need to do is- measure the string... now I have no idea how long it would be to reach down from-" Bob appeared from behind.

"WHATS UP YOU UGLY B-TCHES" in character for still, he called them both. Meggy grumbled. "Ughh not you again- look Bob, Mario and I are doing something important. How about we call in for a time out?"

He puts down both of his sword-(HANDS?)

"I'M NOT GETTING FOOLED AGAIN" He threw snowballs at her back, but Meggy didn't face him.

She didn't had the time to deal with him right now. "SO THATS WHAT YOU WANT THEN?"

"A DRIED INKLING WHO CHOSE TO LOSE FROM THE AWESOMEST DUDE RAPPER BOB" Meggy stopped. Mario who is now worried about bob's actions by facing her consequences.

His eye guestured to him sending a sign of- "you just got f-cked up"

Meggy turned her head to face Bob, with a presence of pure rage.

"I will not. Be beaten. By. A STUPID RAPPER!" Meggy goes on full action mode, sliding her right leg. Pulling up her splat gun from behind.

"YOUR. RAPPING. SUCKS!" Meggy in rage, kept pushing the trigger from the gun. "HAHAHA LOL WHAT A LOS-" Bob laughed in a sarcastic tone to Meggy, she wanted him buried 6 feet to the ground.

Bob's blade took a slash from the snow in the ground as he accidentally blinded Meggy's eyes to where she shot Mario's leg. "AH AHHH! OH NO!" He wanted to scream, but looking down. Theres SMG3 who starts screaming at SMG4.

Mario can't fall now- not that they're so close to making them both smooch!

"Hey! Its not fair!" Four screamed back at him, as SMG3 threw snowballs at him. "God dammit!" Mario's last call as his bare hands lost grip from the mistletoe as it fell down towards the two ex-rivals.

"M-MEGGY!!!" Mario tried pulling up the string but it has now reached down from the level where Three noticed it. "Oh- you got- to be- f-cking- kidding me-" Mario cursed, before Meggy could knock out Bob.

"What- what is it?" She had successfully knocked out Bob and noticed Mario who screamed and cried while holding the remaining string.

"F-CK!" She drops bob to the floor and sprinted to Mario, leaning from the edge as the two watched as what happens next. (Wow never knew Meggy could swear :0 btw thats her favorite swear word)

"I uhh... I have to go-" SMG3 backs away, much to Mario and Meggy's disappointment. SMG4 tried reaching out for Three, in sudden turn of events. The M&M duo had caught Three slipping from the ice and his face landing to SMG4's.

Mario and Meggy celebrated "Yes!" "Haha!" The two had successfully did it after all. It wasn't put to any waist to give out the plan, it was worth it.

Meggy and Mario did a high-five as they smiled. Mario began pulling up the string attached to the mistletoe, "Still want to say give them both some time to realize?" Meggy scoffed.

"I really doubt they don't realize their feelings, they did it before they'll kiss again here-" the two looked from below to check up on the gay lovers again, seeing that SMG4 gave Three a second kiss.

This made them both scream, oh god. Gay people. Mario is really happy for them and Meggy too now that the two are finally making it official right there on the spot.

"DID YOU B-TCHES JUST FORGOT ABOUT ME?" Both of their eyes went wide, Bob pushed the duo off the roof. "HAH. Got-em"

"BOB YOU SON-OF-A-B-TCH!" Mario gave him a middle finger falling mid air, but bob has already walked away. "Ahh! Hang on! Mario!"

SMG3 opened his eyes when he heard the scream of Mario and broke the kiss. "What the- am I hearing Mario just because you kissed me? Did I just die?" SMG3 looked very clueless because of this.

SMG4 licked both of his lips and heard the screams. "It sounds like-" He looked up above the sky as he saw Mario and Meggy falling. "OH WHAT THE FU-" SMG4 had no time to process seeing that Mario will land at his body flat to the ground.

Closing his eyes as he braced from the impact, but left nothing with a forceful push. "Three?" He opened his eyes seeing that the guy he had JUST gave a real kiss earlier- had saved his F-CKING LIFE.

"A..." was all that Four could speak out, he couldn't process from everything that happened. Meggy landed to the ground safely by using one of Mario's mushrooms.

But to Mario tho- he did hit the ground too hard. "Oof-"

"You guys okay?" She brushed off the snow that covered her legs focusing on the two. But Four and Three had almost forgot the world had exist around them just by locking into each other's eyes.

"C'mon! Stop making googly eyes with each other and lets go back- get something to eat. Mario's hungry" Mario said picking himself up and stood right beside Meggy, SMG3 and SMG4 looked at them both and back at each other.

Realisation hits them both just noticing they had been staring. SMG3 is the first to get up "right err-uhhh... sorry-" He reached down to him both of his hands, to where Four gradually accepts.

Closing his hands from his, SMG4 got up and smiled "You- you saved me..." "heh- hey it's like- the third time you told me that already-" SMG3 chuckled.

"Sooooo?" Meggy taps her right foot. "Are you both dating now? Can Mario take a picture?" Four and Three gave each other a warm smile and gazed eyes.

And Four held Three's hand interlocking with his. "That calls out for us both! We're officially dating!" Mario jumped up and down in excitement as Meggy clapped for them both congratulating them.

The four walked towards the Castle while other of their friends are minding their own business.

"When is the wedding?" Asked by Mario, ruining the mood. The two lovers shouted louder.

"SHUT UP MARIO!" Leaving his reaction with a smirk. (Typical-)

-and there you have It a classic ending ^^ happy new year btw!

If you're reading this note it's currently 2 am in the morning that I finished this (its 1st of January 2024 so- cough- okay- bye!)

[sugolara]

Thin ice

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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Feeling a cold sensation being placed on her forehead and the sound of birds chirping had awoken her. Not to mention the pounding on the back of her head ruined her slumber. Forgetting that, she could also hear water softly splashing before what felt like a wet cloth being placed on her neck.

The cold was much appreciated, but when she felt her shirt being lifted and another cloth being placed on her wound, she opened her eyes, squinting when wind rushed by causing the branches of trees to sway and allowing sunlight to hit her eyes. She lifted her hand, blocking the view.

"Finally. Your sleepy ass slept all morning, it's probably midday. Guess Icy-hot did a number on you." The girl noticed her jacket was placed underneath her head as a pillow. Her eyes then flickered at Katsuki who stared down at her. "Well? Are you going to get up?"

She let out a sigh, letting her hand fall and ignoring the way it slammed, "What the hell happened? And what's with the wet towel?"

"Its hot as fuck out here, didn't think you'd want to be a dried up starfish. Fuck me for being nice." The blonde said removed the cloth on her wound and placed it back in a bowl to clean it, "Also, Icy-hot does not want you inside. You didn't make a good impression."

"Yeah, I suck at presentations." She mumbled, but she realized that if she was out here something must've happened last night. She tried to piece back what happened and then her eyes widened as she got her memories back. She quickly sat up, the towels on her falling to her lap, soaking her jeans. She ignored it as she looked at Katsuki, "Where's Izuku? Is he okay?"

He scoffed as he looked away, remembering last night's event, "Yeah, he's just asleep."

She expected to hear more, "That's it? That's all you're going to tell me?"

"What else do you wanna hear?" He glared at her, "That you shot him? That you missed shooting our other friend? That he could have died if wasn't for Icy-hot having a fucking surgeon book or whatever?"

"It was an accident." She gritted her teeth, "How the fuck was I supposed to know he was your friend?"

"You could have just knocked him out." The blonde responded in the same tone as her as he yanked the towels off her lap, "That gunshot could've alerted any freaks around here."

"Well did it?" She retorted, "Don't get mad at me 'cause I was trying to save yours and Izuku's life. If I had known who your friend was I wouldn't have shot and lets not forget he aimed the gun at me first. It's only natural that I try to defend myself. It's kill or be killed, is it not?"

He looked away before standing up holding the bowl of water and the wet cloth in his hands as he jumped off the military truck where they both sat, "Wait here while I go talk to him."

With nothing to do, she watched as he turned the corner, presumingly going back inside the warehouse. When his figure was no longer in view, she climbed off the large vehicle, pacing her jacket back on and glanced around for her bag or weapon, but for precaution, they or rather Shoto, had taken her stuff.

Rolling her eyes, she took a look at the vehicle. It was large, especially the trunk. If a military vehicle was here, then the warehouse had to have been a use for them. Who knew if the thing still worked. Maybe, if Shoto disagreed on having her around she'd take this vehicle and ride off into the sunset.

Opening the doors, she only found a glove compartment as the inside was basically just a three seat. Unfortunately, when she checked to find anything useful, it was empty. She let herself fall on the seats with a quiet groan coming from her lips. While her legs dangled off the vehicle, she stared at the steering wheel, her eyes on the ignition where the keys were shoved in.

She then looked at the plastic cover where the steering column was hidden. Hot wiring a military vehicle was a difficult process then a normal one. She'd probably be electrocuted or burn her finger off. However, she didn't even know if the vehicle had any gas.

She repositioned herself to where she could sit as she pulled out the key, just as she heard the loud blonde's voice. She looked at the rear mirror and positioned it so she could see him along with Shoto walking to her. The scar male did not look happy, but neither did Katsuki.

Removing herself from the truck, she headed for them as they met her halfway. She looked at Shoto who seemed to narrow his eyes every second that passed. Neither of them took it upon themself to start a conversation and it irritated the blonde as he huffed, "C'mon! Talk it out already!"

Taking a breath to calm herself, her brows relaxed as she took a small step forward. As much as she hated apologies, she honestly did not want to leave Izuku behind. If he was asleep and he woke up to her gone, she'd like to think he'd throw a fit. But these are his friends that were in front of her, so he'd probably understand that she needed to go. Besides, this wasn't the first time she had thrown out a set of rules and upsetted the male.

Swallowing what she lived for, she gave him a nod, "Whatever you want...I'll follow."

"What kind of half-assed apology is that?" Katsuki muttered, placing his hands on his hips, "Do better."

She scoffed as she looked at him, but he looked at Shoto and then at her expecting a better apology if she wanted to stay. She released a quiet sigh, "I understand I have upsetted you due to my mistake–"

"On one condition." Shoto crossed his arms, coldly eyeing her, "I hold the guns and every other weapon. To protect yourself I'll let you hold onto one, but if you fire without warning you're out."

"That's two conditions." She wanted to let out a groan, but refused due to her situation.

"Then it's two." He said, his eyes never leaving her as he extended his arm, "Are we clear."

She inhaled deeply. She was the best shot in this group. She knows how to handle a gun and she lived for holding one. That was her whole purpose after all, but she shoved her disapproval down as she took in a step, shaking his hand. If she wanted to stay then she'd play nice—for now, "Deal."

"Great. Finally. Hooray." Katsuki unexcitedly said, turning to head back into the warehouse.

With their hands letting go, Shoto followed as F/n stayed a couple steps behind him until they entered the building. They passed by the clutter she had made last night as they entered a room in the back. As the door opened, a makeshift bed was set in the corner with Izuku peacefully sleeping.

A blanket was covered below his midsection as his shirtless self revealed just where she had shot him; bandages neatly wrapped over his right shoulder. She tried taking a step towards him, but Shoto had stopped her as he shook his head. "No."

She held back her glare, "How far did the bullet go?"

"It wasn't deep, but it shattered. I'm surprised you couldn't hear his screams." Katsuki said, a bit of worry in his tone, but he replaced it with his usual glare as he leaned against the wall with arms crossed. His face fell, however, "Coming here was a waste of time."

"What do you mean?" Her brows furrowed, though her attention turned to Shoto when he spoke. "The place you guys came looking for isn't around."

""Kay, what's that supposed to mean?" She asked.

"It means that the damn place is running with freaks." The blonde angrily said, but he took in a breath to calm himself, "Icy-hot mentioned something else, so maybe we didn't come here for nothing."

The two toned male pulled out a map from his sweater pocket, "A map that leads to a prefecture. It's a long drive, but it holds a sanctuary, at least that's what I think."

"Sorston." She mumbled, her eyes glancing at the circled prefecture. Realizing the long drive, she looked at the two males, "It's a risky drive, it could take weeks before we even get there and that's not including the trouble we get along the way."

"But it's a plan." Katsuki stated, "This whole time we've been running around to go to Rhote and now that it's gone we don't have anything, but this."

"And how do you suppose we get there?" She asked, "You honestly don't think we'll go there by foot, do you?"

"You've seen that vehicle outside." Shoto looked at her, "Katsuki mentioned you know how to fix cars and the truck needs gas. Can't you do something about that?"

"Do you have gas?" She asked him, but when he shook his head she shrugged, "Then what are we doing?"

"Look for it." He told her with eyes once again narrowed, "You want me to trust you, then go look for some. Maybe then I'll be a bit nicer to you."

"Seriously?" She scoffed, "You think I give two craps about how you feel?"

"You'll give two craps if you want to stay." He crossed his arms.

The blonde beside them huffed. Isn't he supposed to be the brash one? What type of swap roles is this?

Clenching her jaw, her eyes gave a quick glance at Izuku who stirred in his sleep, "..Fine. I'll do it."

"Great." Shoto mumbled out, "The sooner we leave the better. Who knows when someone from the military will come by to collect all this."

The two gave him a confused look, in return he looked at them expecting to know what he was talking about, "This place was used as a supply room for the sanctuary you guys were looking for. Military transferred the supplies over in case something bad happened. Their extra precaution paid off."

"No way a bunch of freaks were able to kill them all off." Katsuki scoffed, "Thought they were supposed to be strong. What the hell happened to that?"

"Does it matter?" Shoto replied, "Because of them I was able to hide out here for days."

His comment brought a question in Katsuki. He stared at Shoto as he wondered what he was even doing all the way out here. Back when the virus hit, Shoto wasn't around. He had heard that he was pulled suddenly and considering who his father was, he had to have known what happened. However, before he could get a chance to speak, his attention was turned to F/n who left the room, "Where are you going?"

"Where else?" She grabbed her bag that was placed on a crate. She checked inside only to see her knife, "I need a gun, Shoto. You don't expect me to go out there with no security, right?"

The male left to grab her a weapon while Katsuki stayed by her. He crossed his arms, giving her a look, "You're seriously going out there right now? It's going to get dark. Are you trying to be the next meal for them?"

"It's just like your friend said, the sooner we leave the better." She shrugged her bag on.

His eye twitched, "What's going to happen when Deku wakes up and you're not here? He's going to throw a fit."

"Let him." She eyed him, "You'll take care of him."

"I don't want to." He quickly replied, but they both knew he didn't mean it.

"Then you'll have your other friend to take care of him." She shrugged and when Shoto came back, he handed her two pistols along with a flashlight, "Full chamber?"

He nodded, but she didn't fully trust him so she opened the chamber to see for herself. She ignored the small huff that came from him. With her gun full of ammo, she placed it around her waist, "Don't wait up."

"Yeah, I'll wait up to see your rotting corpse wandering around." Katsuki scoffed as he crossed his arms, but when she made no movement in stopping, he followed after her, "Really? You're actually going?"

She let out a sigh when she reached the doors, turning to look at him, "If I die just put a bullet in my head."

"That's not funny." He gritted out watching as she walked further away, her figure no longer in his view.

Behind him, Shoto let out a cough, his eyes confusingly glancing between his friend and the girl, "If you're worried, you can go with her."

At that, the blonde turned around, scoffing with a glare, "As if! Lets go check on Deku. Knowing his ass he's probably drooling while off in dreamland."

Closing the doors and locking the chains from the inside, Shoto followed after the blonde. Did he feel bad sending the girl off on her own? Yes, but only partially. If what the blonde told him about her was true, she'd come back in one piece. Probably dirty, but in one piece and that's all that mattered. And if she did end up dead, that's one problem away. 

[your-nanas-house]

Thank you so much for answering my ask, and also the imagine with it was so lovely! I’m so happy you’re taking requests too - your writing is brilliant. I should probably say major spoilers for Death on the Nile in this if anyone hasn’t watched it yet! I had an idea where it was the reader who was shot in Death on the Nile instead of Bouc, except it’s non-fatal (maybe Jacqueline had bad aim and hit her in the leg or something) and it’s Poirot’s reaction to that - he’s torn between apprehending the culprit and taking care of her. I imagine Bouc would urge him to stay with her, and Poirot would be furious about her getting hurt.

Thanks for requesting, dear!! Love it, I wanted to do it a bit longer but I opted for a shorter version, hope you won't mind 🥰

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◇ Pairing: Hercule Poirot X platonic!Reader

◇ Warnings: you can see it as romantic or platonic honestly, wounds, blood, gun, roughness, fainting

◇ Summary: You get shoot while on the Nile with your friend Hercule Poirot and he freaks out.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

The excruciating pain didn't make you think properly, things around you were blurry as soon as your eyes landed on the gunshot wound.

As soon as you woke up, you found yourself on the sofa in the room you were in, they had already taken care of your wound which fortunately wasn't too serious but enough to be felt and cause a dramatic reaction from your friend Hercule Poirot.

He was a calm and calculating man most of the time, although he had moments like that—messy hair and clear concern in his eyes as he paced the room as Bouch tried to reassure and calm him down.

It took you a couple of minutes to be able to sit up and inspect the fresh wound, which was now covered by a band

"Geez, luckily they had a bad aim or I was 7 feet under the ground right now" you murmured, half joking half serious, jumping slightly when your friend rushed to you to grab your shoulder in a rough way.

"What were you thinking?!" Poirot exclaimed, his accent way heavier than usual "You could have get killed! I told you to be careful" he added quickly, shaking your shoulders as he thought at a way to keep you same for the rest of the 'journey'.

He needed to interrogate you first, to understand more and be able to take care of the person who had used the gun to hurt you.

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[lexxierave]

When Fate Intervenes- tasm!Peter Parker x Reader Part 5

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The last thing Peter expected to find during a routine robbery was y/n. 

He was going through his usual banter routine when the sight of you distracted him enough for the other robber to get the upper hand.

Now there was a gun pointed to her head and Peter hated the hostage situation as it was but something about seeing her in one made him into a very angry hero.

Something he didn't waste time showing with the people in the room. Unfortunately all he could do was agree to the terms set before him but that didn't mean he was actually going to follow them.

"Common Mike, get up already." The one with the gun shouted to his partner.

Great, Peter had the name of one of the goons, something to listen out for in the streets after they left.

The one with the gun moved with y/n out from the counter and to the back of the store. His partner was still trying to get the webbing off from his feet as he reached the backroom.

As Mike got the webbing off his feet the three quickly disappeared into the back room.

Peter was thankful he came in through the back and decided to show himself to the lady back there and tell her to get out, and that she actually listened to him. 

Last thing he needed was this guy to get spooked and shoot someone. Or have to deal with a Spider-Man hater too.

Peter dropped down from the ceiling once the thugs had left with y/n. 

"You're gonna go after them, right Spider-Man?" The guy that got hit in the face asked him. He was bleeding from his forehead

"You can count on it." Peter said as he listened closely, the sound of police and ambulance sirens could be heard. "Make sure you get that gash checked out."

"I will but please save y/n. I saw her grab some pepper spray. I'm afraid she might try and save herself." He warned.

Perfect just what Peter needed another variable added against him.

"Thanks for the tip." He replied before rushing out the back and jumping at the building across from him and climbing up it.

Peter had his ears opened to any sounds of distress or gun fire. He didn't leave too long after the robbers and he also didn't know what way they went. If they were on foot or in a vehicle now.

"Let me go!" He finally heard.

"Either there's two hostage situations going on or I hit a bingo." Peter thought to himself as he took off swinging in the direction of the shouting.

It looked like the two idiots had taken a vehicle only for it to break down. They were now trying to y/n force down back alleyways with them and being this was a crime neighborhood no one was helping.

A thwip was the only sound you heard before one of the goons disappeared.

"Hey! We had a deal Spider-Man!" The one holding your wrist yelled out.

Peter quickly disarmed him, "Deals off." He venomously replied.

You took it as you opening to pull the guys mask off and spray him with as much pepper spray as you could.

Thwip.

A shot of web hit your waist and you were pulled free and into the arms of New York's hero.

"Stay here." He commanded, in a voice that seemed deeper than what his normal voice should be.

Peter had you safe now it was time this guy learned his lesson for good. He shot some web behind the guys so fast he didn't even catch that there was a giant spider web now directly to his rear.

Peter just had to take a step forward for the guy to turn and run right into.

But Peter didn't want to stop there. Guys like him would just keep coming back and get more dangerous. No, to Peter he needed to end it here.

You watch as Spider-Man approaches the man and your once captor starts to throw punches at him. Spider-Man easily dodged them before he threw his own. The hits were filled with rage but you couldn't understand why, even though things had worked out in his favor. Why was he so angry? The final hit knocked the guy back and straight into the web and the hero took a

 step forward to continue.

"Stop!" You yelled out, finally finding your voice. The shock and adrenaline wearing off you. "This isn't how heroes are supposed to act."

Peter stopped for a moment regarding your words as you continued.

"Heroes are supposed to help people and stop the bad guys. But not like this. This doesn't make you any better than they are." You warned him.

You were right, but there was just so much loss and rage in Peter it fell on deaf ears. The man before him was battered and blooded. He lost consciousness with Peter's first hit and others were just his anger fueling him, urging him to keep going.

"Look I'm new to this whole superhero thing but my friend John is a big fan of yours. Please, don't do something to tarnish that." You pleaded with him.

At the mention of you having a friend Peter stopped, his eyes went wide. You told him you didn't have time for friends, so who's this John guy?

Intrigue took over Peter as he turned to face you now. He took notice of the way your hair looked slightly out of place from the struggle you were in and the red ring around your wrist that you'd have to explain to him tomorrow. 

You were like a puzzle to Peter and he wanted to solve you but some pieces his body didn't react logically to. Why should he care if you have a friend named John? He shouldn't. He doesn't. Does he?

"Um…no. Can't have John thinking poorly of me." Peter finally answered when he realized he had been staring at you for a little too long. Maybe John was just made up? Someone to take the place of what she really thought of him? He could live with that.

"Good. So…if you're finished here," You told the hero, circling your finger around in front of you "I'm gonna head home." 

"Wait!" He shot out, causing you to stop.

"At least let me take you home, I want to make sure you get there safely." He pleaded.

"That's ok." You answered, taking a step back as he took one towards you.

He might be John's hero but after seeing him easily beat up a guy to a pulp like it was just a Sunday walk and how he seemed to have no remorse for how badly he hurt him?

You weren't so sure if he was fully deserving of the hero title. Maybe antihero seemed like a better fit at this point in his career. You still weren't sure.

Part 6

[the-pan-ace-writings]

Why hes called...

  

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a/n I really wanted to change the name of the series to Why hes called Badger what do we think of that?

They were loaded into a van and had a pickup truck full of Los Vaqueros with them in a staging area. Time felt like it was dragging on while they waited for Ghost team one to clear through the tunnels and into the base. Badger had smoked down to the bottom of his second cigarette and was questioning whether to light a third when finally Alejandro's voice jumped onto their comm channel.

   “All Ghost, one is inside” 

   Badger quickly put out the cigarette on the bottom of his boot and rolled his mask back down to cover his face completely while Simon responded back,

    “Copy that. Two is inbound to the gate. You’re cleared hot when target is marked” 

   The van and the truck rumbled forwards on the road towards their target, and a helicopter could be seen rising from the tree line as well. Simon turned to them this time “We think Graves is in the HQ, holding his ground” 

    “Once we’re in, we split up. Close air clears the way.” Rudy pointed towards the helicopter that Captain Price was in. They all nodded and Simon continued 

   “With Shadows on the run, we locate Graves and kill him. Comprendes?” 

   “ completely , Lieutenant. All Ghost, stand by for breach” 

   Badger nodded and rechecked his newly issued weapon from the safehouse, he was packing light with only a hand full of replacement magazines being available for his use, he supposed Alejandro couldn't have expected that he would have to completely rearm the Los Vaqueros from just one safe house. He was trying to not bounce his leg in nervous energy the closer they got to the target.

   “Soap, get the designator and mark targets for Price in the helo” Simon pointed to a scope on the wall of the van, Soap made an affirmative sound before collecting the scope and turning back to Simon. The van stopped in front of the gate, Badger's grip on his rifle tightened as he looked out the window to Shadows moving out from their post in suspicion. “Soap, you’re up- spot the entrance for the Captain”

   “Security gate is off our left side” Rudy pointed out for Soap to get a better idea of where he was to be aiming the captain. 

   He stood from his spot next to Rudy and pushed towards the driver side crouching down in the window before bringing the scope to his eye, it only took him moments for him to target the right spot.

   “Request for fire, Target marked” no sooner than the words leaving his mouth did the target turn into a fireball, and they got first hand witness of Shadows being tossed into the air from the force of the explosion and an entrance being made for Ghost team. 

   “Good guns, Bravo-6” The van was speeding towards the now open gate

   “Copy, get to the HQ and find graves. Alejandro, use the chaos for cover and get to Valeria.” 

   “On me--go, go!” Rudy was rushing out the back of the van before it had even come to a complete stop, the driver was similarly bailing from the vehicle and they rushed to follow Rudy, the team from the pickup falling into as they rushed into the compound.

   Badger stuck to Johnny like glue as he used the designator scope to mark targets for Price, Johnny had dropped to a knee the moment they had taken cover at the first building to mark up another building further up the road that had shooters firing down at them. 

   “Target marked- fire when ready.” He sounded a little giddy, it was expected when he was involved with blowing things up. Badger felt conflicted when the air support came in through, because on one hand they needed that cleared and on the other they were severely damaging the Los Vaqueros base, likely home for most of them. Rudy didn't seem to be bothered by it at the moment though. 

   “If Graves is in the HQ. we need to find him, keep pushing up” 

   They pushed forwards as the building in front of them erupted from the attacks from Captain Price and the Pilot. They came closer to the building, decimated and fired upon the Shadows that seemed to be flooding from the flames, most of them unable to return fire due to the flames that seemed to be sticking to them. Badger was trying to be tactical with his shots all too aware of the inability to be able to restock while hunting Graves but the firefight was chaos like Captain Price predicted and he was already reloading a magazine.

   They pushed forwards again closer to where a scaffold tower was, well that is until they got pinned down dodging into the poor cover of cement barriers. 

   “Taking belt-fed fire from beneath the tower! Take it out!” Simon shouted into the comms looking over at Badger and Johnny from his own cover, Johnny was peeking out from behind the barrier to target the tower and Badger anxiously scanned the area to ensure no one was targeting Johnny specifically, it all seemed to be cover fire intent on keeping them in one spot for now. Not that it would last long if Johnny got his targeting right.

   “Target marked, you're cleared hot!” He finally pulled back into the cover of the barrier and they took the moment to wait for Price to confirm the target. 

   “Copy- engaging your mark” 

   The Tower came down horrifically, the metal screeching as it crashed into the roof of a neighboring building and the suppression fire ceased, presumably crushed under the tower. They still had to fight through a motor pool littered with Shadows with the intention to kill, they pushed up as fast as they could, taking down any shadow that popped out from behind the cover of the cherry red tanker trucks parked in neat rows. 

   Rudy took the lead again running up to the stairs that lead to the higher level of the courtyard, this level held the destroyed tower and the building it crashed into. This of course was also filled to the brim with Shadows. Badger was surprised at how many Shadows Graves had managed to transport here originally, it seemed like an absurd amount of them for something that originally started as a covert mission to capture Hassan. 

   Badger and Johnny were following closely on Rudy's trail for cover, but Badger shouted when Johnny suddenly dropped down to his knee. His panic was only subsided when he noticed the scope back in Johnny's hand and he was targeting the building that held the tower. 

   “Requesting fire, grids marked”

   “Copy your mark, weapons lose" Price confirmed as Johnny was being hauled back to his feet and dragged along with Badger. 

   “Feckin call when yer doin that shite, though you were fuckin shot” Badger snarled at him and Johnny looked to almost pale at the words, he nodded but Rudy was speaking to them before he could respond to Badger. 

   “Go through the barracks to the main building, That is the HQ. Graves would be there”

   “That tower looks like it could get us closer to the HQ” Simon suggested as they pushed forwards again toward the barracks that Rudy pointed for them. Badger and Johnny pushed into the barracks, dropping anything that moved in their way, the place was crawling with Shadows that seemed to materialize in the corners. He had to reload again.

   “Badge, targeting” Johnny called to him before he knelt again to steady his hand, he was looking out the window towards the HQ building. “Requesting fire, target tagged.”  

   “Target acquired, shots out” 

   They watched as the Helo drew closer, and the ripping sound of its gun tore through the air as the trucks that once in front of the HQ turned to fireballs killing the Shadows inside them. They targeted the men on the sidewalk in front of the doors to the HQ as they pushed from the barracks, Captain Price continued with the supporting fire allowing them to get closer with the limited cover between the ruined barracks and the HQ building. 

   “There it is, Graves should be inside!” Rudy and Simon were pushing up towards the further staircase from Badger and Johnny. 

   “Still got your flag up on the HQ” 

   “Let's keep it that way” 

   They got to the front doors and met back up, and checked the doors, all locked. 

   “It's locked, Rudy, what do you got?” Soap pulled on the door of the HQ again in a futile attempt to get them to open. 

   “Breacher charge” 

   “Nice” Soap took a step away from the door and let Rudy set the charge, Simon pulled Johnny further back from the charge, pushing him between himself and Badger. 

   “Clear to engage all threats inside. If you see Graves, drop him” Simon was ordering as Rudy was putting the final touch on the charge, watching as he too took a step away from the door. Johnny leaned out from between them and in an apologetic tone spoke to Rudy,

   “Hey- Sorry about your base” he truly sounded remorseful, so did Rudy when he responded,

   “ Me too, brother”   he had the controls for the charge in his hands and he nodded to them before counting down and executing the charge, the door blew open and they rushed inside and were met unsurprisingly with the fire fight. Badger caught sight of Graves running on the second deck further into the building. 

   “Contact! Second Deck, Graves is on the run!” Badger shouted as he took fire towards Graves, he really wanted to get his share of the butcher bill from Graves, burning need for revenge and slowly started to replace the ice in his bones. 

   The second floor of the building seemed to be office space, or something similar because Badger found that he was jumping over desks in an effort to catch Graves, but Shadows per usual seemed to be popping out of nowhere keeping him from getting his hands on Graves. 

   Badger hadn't realized how much further he had gotten from his group, he was already in the control room and chasing Graves out an exit. He had just enough on Badger that he couldn't catch up and the shots that Badger managed to get off missed as Graves seems to be running erratically. Badger in his haste and unfamiliarity of the building ran outside and immediately fell half way down the flight of stairs that started only steps from the exit door. He cursed loudly. 

   “All stations, Be advised, Graves went over the wall.” Price reported over the comms.

   “Sergeant!” Simon sounded furious. “Keep close” He was hauled to his feet and nearly thrown into Johnny as they moved down the stairs. They made it to the bottom safely just in time to watch an unseen RPG hit the helicopter that Price and the Pilot were in. Dred filled him as he watched the helicopter spiral with no control and Captain Price's panic come in over the comms

   “We’re hit! We’re hit!” 

   “Price-!” Simon sounded equally as panicked as he watched the spiral come closer to the ground.

   “Going down. We’re going down!”

   “Steamin’ hell…Captain!” Soap was shouting into the comms looking for away to reach the Captain, they heard the helicopter crash as it went out of view,

   “ That fucking bastard, Graves!” Rudy cursed “lets get over and stop him” 

   “Rodolfo, what's on the other side?” Soap reluctantly left the locked door that he thought would have brought him closer to helping Price, they had to focus on the mission they had to get Graves. He had to get Graves.

   “Training grounds, who knows what his plan was with that” Rudy was standing at the base of the wall and looking up towards the top. Johnny immediately crouched to help Rudy up the wall.

   “I gotcha, go on” Soap urged as he boosted him up to to the wall, ”let's end this asshole”

    Badger helped Johnny get up the wall. They both sat straddled on the wall looking down at them, and Soap looked down at them expectantly. Badger hesitated. 

   “Guys coming?” 

   “No. Price and the pilot need help,” He nodded to Badger “you three finish this” It was all the permission that Badger needed, he hauled himself up the wall taking Johnny's hand for help to make it all the way over. He looked back down to Simon once he got onto the wall. “Don't get distracted” Simon was taking off as soon as the words left his lips.

   “Look!” Rudy sounded panicked and it brought his attention back to the situation at hand. “That's not ours” Fuckin hell it was a tank coming around one of the buildings 

   “Holy shit… Graves brought a fuckin tank” This just got alot harder than he expected it to be. Badger's usual grace continued as he crashed down off the wall barely escaping the shot from the tank, Rudy and Johnny rolled out of the way with ease and took off in opposite directions. It was important they did not bunch up.

   “Looks like the hunters are gettin hunted now, huh? Ain't that a kick in the ass?” Graves voice flooded over the comms, it shouldn't of been unexpected considering they've shared comms before but to hear his voice now sent a shiver down Badgers spine. He darted into the first open building he saw, he needed to get to higher ground.

   The building wasn't empty, he ran straight into a nest of Shadows, it was stupid to assume Graves wouldn't of had support in the training grounds, He exploded into action taking down the first two closest to the door before dodging behind the corner of the stairs for cover. 

   “Contact! Buildings are festerin with Shadows!” 

   “Can't wait to bake this bastard” Johnny was teasing over the comms, Badger watched him dart behind cover in the open. Another set of shadows moved from their own cover, and with another burst of fire he watched as they collapsed to the floor, the final one shouted and scrambled for cover again. 

   “We'll need something stronger to Kill Graves in that tank” Rudy was also dodging between cover outside of the main training building. “This is our training area- plenty we can use, look around.” 

   Johnny was bolting again and narrowly missed being fired upon by Graves, who knocked down a wall in an attempt to get closer to Johnny, Badger cursed as he watched Johnny stumble, and cursed, he should have his help but he had to clear this building damned if they got Graves only to be taken by a stray shot. Rudy rushed to his position and dragged him to his feet and pointed to a brightly colored boxes that littered around the training grounds “Soap! Find some C4 we can use on the tank” He pushed him towards the box before he fired upon Graves again taking the attention away from Soap as he searched. A Burst of fire pebbled the wall right next to Badger, he cursed as he turned around to see the Shadow that had scrambled for cover, weapon shaking in his hand. 

   “Thought yer were elite private army?” Badger shook his head and moved towards the Shadow who was struggling with his weapon, a  jam maybe? He raised his own weapon to fire upon the Shadow when he bolted, out of the building, weapon thrown at Badger in an attempt to get more time. Badger just stepped to the door watching as the Shadow ran to the only area of the training grounds that seemed not to have cover. He collapsed as bullets tore into his armor and into his flesh. Badger turned back to the house and went to the roof. 

   “You and your Mexican friends fucked with the wrong hombre MacTavish” Graves voice was grating, 

   “Come on out and lets talk about it”

   “You think this is a fucking game out here? You wanna play war? Lets place some fuckin war chicos!”

   Graves spotted the building that Johnny was rummaging through and fired upon the building bullets tearing the wall open, 

   “One o’ you dip-shits need to die last-- whos it gonna be?” 

   Badger lost track of Rudy on the ground and he only hoped that Johnny hid further in the building. Graves needed to be distracted, he had to get him away from Johnny so that he could get the C4. 

   “Oi! Graves!” Badger had ran down and out into the same open section as the downed Shadow. He fired blindly towards the tank, well aware that it was doing nothing against the armor.

    “Oh the little Badger back again?” Well he certainly got the attention he was looking for, the ground between him and the tank was torn up with Graves firing upon him, He darted between cover shooting blindly in the hopes to get Johnny and Rudy more time for whatever they were doing. The supporting Shadows were gone, He did his job. “Badger this cat and mouse game is significantly less fun when you hide the entire time!” 

   Fuck. He had done it this time, the last place he darted behind was too close to the outer training wall and Graves cut off his only other escape. “You know Badge, I wasn't finished playing before your friends interrupted, I think you've earned last to die” His voice grated on Badger's nerves, he wanted to get out from the cover, he wanted to get away, he wanted to tear Graves limb from limb.

   “Go fuck yourself Graves!” Johnny! The tank turned away from where Badger was cornered and instead to view where Johnny had successfully made it to the roof of the building.

   “You got a healthy respect for authority Soap” Badger was a forgotten plaything again, “I like that about you” Badger bolted from where he was pinned down, he caught a flash of Rudy running and he met up with him. He had a handful of C4 and a detonator. 

   There was a loud explosion from where the tank had been before Badger ran. He heard Johnny whoop and Rudy looked over his shoulder to the tank. 

   “Tank is taking Damage, hit him again!” Rudy reported before he waved Badger to follow him back towards the tank, he tossed his load of C4 and waited for the tank to cross over it. Johnny jumped down from his spot on the roof, moving towards the same direction that Rudy's C4 was, leading him.

   “You’re Shepherd's lapdog. You get paid to break the rules” 

   “There's only two rules here, boys. Walk away or win. Guess which one I choose?”

   More shadows entered the training grounds and crossed where Johnny was heading, Badger cursed and headed that way. 

   “Shoulda gone home when you had the chance Soap- y'all and that asshole with the mask, hiding behind that uniform” Graves was starting to become belligerent, the previous misplaced humor retreating from his tone. 

   Badger entered the same building as Johnny, the firefight inside already started in full, he entered through the carport and fired into the first shadow he saw, watching them fall back onto the hood of a rusted out car, they partially fell into the hood of the car it crumbing under the slack weight. 

   “You wore that uniform!” Badger shouted into the Comms, turning to further enter the building, he could hear Johnny going up the stairs, bodies littered behind him. 

   “That uniform was a limitation, I shed that skin..” Like the snake he is. 

   “Like a fuckin’ snake-” Johnny sounded disgusted as he spoke, Badger met up with him on the roof and followed after him as he pointed to a torn up building before jumping down from the roof, Badger rolled back to his feet following Johnny to the bright red box. 

   “Like a fuckin soldier, son” they had him, he was angry and the tank wasn't moving in a logical manner anymore,

   “You had to make your own little army cause you couldn't hack it in the real one” Johnny was egging him on to get closer to where he was standing, he had another pack of C4 and shoved another one into Badger's hand. Rudy was urging them to keep pounding the tank. 

   An eerie laugh came from Graves “that's almost funny comin’ from you but then again, I remember my first rodeo too.” Another shadow appeared out of the cover of a wall, as soon as they were seen they were gone, a bloody pool on the ground. More were entering the building “you're on the short road to hell now, son. I told you to go home but you didn't listen” 

   “You'll hang for this” Johnny led them up to the roof, Badger did his best to provide cover fire but there were too many for just him to pick off in the time they had. Johnny tossed two grandads down the stairs and waited for the blast. Nothing moved behind them. 

   “Knock that honor shit off, Johnny, I'll be sipping Tequila, forgetting where I buried your ass in a week, That goes for all of you. Can you say the same?” Badger wished that he would forget where he'd bury Graves but he has the feeling that this mission is going to stick with him for a long time. 

   Graves must of caught sight of Rudy because the tank stopped in the pursuit of Johnny and Badger and instead turned away from them 

   “Hey-Rodolfo! Don't go thinking lo uno, Quatro, Unos are su amigos, Rodolfo, cause they ain't. Ellos no le gusta usted.” Johnny took the moment to launch another set of C4 at Graves, and Badger hoped it would drown out the sound of Graves' extremely American sounding Spanish. 

   It didn't. “Quando estees completo, los amigos will drop los vaqueros like a bad fucking habit brother. Comprende?” Badger launched his C4 at the tank as well, watching as fire bloomed under the tank. He finally drove over the set of C4 that Rudy threw ages ago, and he took the opportunity to set it off as well, the whole tank turning into a fireball. It stopped moving.

   “We got em'” Rudy joined them in front of the blaze. Soap bumped his shoulder into Rudy's celebratory “Brought a gun to a tank fight…”

    “Yeah we did.” Johnny was laughing and watching the fire with delight. Badger was staring into the flames and the smoke and watched as the hatch ever so slightly lifted before dropping down again. 

   That fucker was still alive. 

   He snarled and stepped to the tank, it took little effort to get himself on top of the wreck he could hear Johnny and Rudy protesting, they hadn't seen the hatch move.

   The heat from the fire was borderline uncomfortable, but it replaced the ice. The hatch was scorching to the touch through his gloves but he tore it open, nearly tipping off the wreck with the effort. 

   Systems were blaring in the tank and he could hear the commotion of Graves in there, trapped like a bug. He didn't have to go too far into the tank to see that Graves was panicking, he was pulling at the driver who was most definitely dead, his neck turned at an unnatural angle. Graves was battered from the explosion, he had blood pouring from a gash across his forehead and flames had startled to lick into the inside of the tank, turning the heat to a swelter. He smiled looking down at Graves. Who stood pleading. 

   He shook his head and used one finger to cover his own lips over his mask in a shushing motion, Graves' pleas fell on deaf ears, quite literally unheard over the commotion of the fire and the shouting of Johnny and Rudy. 

   “You asked me why I was called Badger!” He stood straight and aimed his weapon into the tank, “Funny thing about badgers, they never seem to let things go” he leveled it off to Graves forehead, right between pleading eyes. “Belligerent as a Badger.” a single shot and his rifle clicked. He relished in the way that Graves collapsed to the floor of the ruined tank, relished in the warmth of the flame. He took the empty magazine from his weapon and whipped it towards the carcass of Graves. The fire was worsening around him, heat no longer a comfort and instead becoming scorching. He turned from Graves. 

   He stepped down from the tank feeling lighter than before, a grim look settled upon him  as he fell back in line with Johnny and Rudy, They both looked startled at what they had witnessed. Badger picked up his Radio. 

   “Badger to Ghost, I've got Soap and Rudy, Graves is KIA. How’s Price” He pulled his mask up and lit a cigarette that he took from his vest, 

   “Angry. Lost a good cigar in the crash…pilots okay too. Out” Badger nodded in response although it was unseen by Simon. He turned to look over at Johnny who was flushed from the little skin that Badger could see.

   “ Alejandro - base secure. Graves is dead. We’re coming your way”  Rudy  turned away from the wreck and led them towards the RV with Alejandro. 

   It took them a while to reach the area designated for RV and once they reached it Captain Price's voice was ordering in their ear.

    “Soap. prep for transport and get Laswell, Hassan and the missile are in Chicago.” Fuck. Badger took the last drag of his cigarette before he crushed it into the ground. Rudy was quick to help get them transport to the hangar three, and was greeted by Alejandro smirking with a barely compliant Valeria in his grip. 

   “Tonight, Las Almas can sleep” He smiled wolfishly as he spoke and they all saw his grip tightened as Rudy opened the door of the truck for Alejandro.

   “I'll be free in 24 hours” Valeria was smug as she was shoved into the seat. “Can't say the same about you, Vaqueros” 

   Soap was in the lead following behind Alejandro and took the moment to step closer and egg Valeria on. 

   “You're going down for what you did.”

   “It doesn't matter what I did. It matters what you can prove…” she leered forwards before Alejandro shoved her further into the car and Rudy slammed the door shut. Price and Gaz loaded into the plane behind them, settling down into conversation with Laswell over the computer and going over plans for Chicago. 

   The Three of them stood with Alejandro and Rudy saying goodbyes. 

   “Go, you have work to do.” Alejandro pulled Johnny forwards in a brief hug, that wolfish grin returned as he whispered something into Johnny's ear, he flushed.

   “Keep fighting the good fight, hermano” Johnny stuttered only slightly

   “To the bitter end, my brother” they separated with a handshake and Johnny turned to embrace Rudy similarly though this time it didn't seem like Rudy whispered to him. 

   “Good luck Amigos” he nodded his head toward Simon and Badger who stood only a few steps behind. Johnny took the step away and brushed his shoulders with both of them as he pushed through them to get up the ramp to the transport plane. 

   Simon turned to watch him go up but Badger stayed facing Alejandro and Rudy. 

   “ Thank you for the hospitality”  he laughed with them before settling back to serious “ sorry about your base. Best of luck.”  he nodded and started to step back before Alejandro pulled him into a hug and Rudy pressed his hand to his shoulder. 

   “ Come back to visit”  it was simple and it was a goodbye. Badger turned to follow Johnny on to the ramp. Simon trailed behind them. 

   “Ghost” Alejandro called out for his attention when he was halfway to the ramp, Simon turned. “ don't get lost, brother” 

   “ Of course” He raised his fist and then slipped onto the transport. Alejandro and Rudy were smiling as they watched them leave. 

   To Chicago

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SOoo in game im pretty sure Graves isnt dead, this franchise def seems like no body means not dead. that being said i dont plan on him coming back up and it seems fitting that Badger gets to have the last say, plus i like to make him a bit deranged :)

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The Non-Newtonian Newborn: Chapter 4 Preview

There are perks to being in a secret, passionate, and romantic love affair with your longtime bodyguard and now the head of security.

For one, Arm has access to information about Pa, Kinn, Kim, and several extended family members that Tankhun may have not been privy to otherwise.

Arm also now has access to a phone that sends out notifications every time a security point is walked through. They conveniently silence most of the pointless checkpoints on date nights, making sure to only be interrupted if someone might possibly interrupt them.

Arm also doesn't keep things from him like past guards have. He never has unless he thought the news would truly traumatize Tankhun. He trusts Arm to keep him in the loop. Just because Tankhun lost his role as heir back when he was a teenager doesn't mean he shouldn't know what's going on. He should still be prepared.

But normally when intel is passed onto him, Tankhun understands why. Simply hearing Pa invited Chay to lunch and Arm doesn't know the reason is odd, but it isn't a huge cause for concern. Pa does occasionally try to play nice with Porsche and Chay. Considering the man put a bullet through his younger brother’s skull and imprisoned his foster sister in a room for so long, he sure likes to keep up appearances. Besides, it is not the first time Pa has asked to meet with Chay. He asked to meet with him to discuss his college goals, likely to try and play the nurturing father figure role to a boy whose life was ripped out from underneath him. When Chay didn't take the bait on that, Pa took notice when it came to Chay’s quickly developing skills in training. He asked for a meeting to imply Chay could put those skills to use.

That went splendidly with Porsche. Tankhun supposes he is glad Kinn rushed in to quickly nip that proposition in the bud. Porsche may have done much worse. While Porsche has the right to do such a thing, Tankhun wouldn't want to deal with the inevitable therapy and varying manifestations of complex grief that would transpire from both of his younger brothers should their father die. For real, this time. If Pa fakes his death again, that might be even more damaging to Tankhun’s psyche, not to mention damaging to his opinion of him.

So while Tankhun is curious about this lunch, he assumes it isn't anything urgent, not until his phone rings and Arm’s voice is on the other line.

“I am watching the security footage. Your father is pointing a gun at Chay and has his guards doing the same. I am about to go down there to try and de-escalate whatever is happening.”

Tankhun jumps to his feet, “Don't you dare! If Pa is set on murder, he will calmly kill almost anyone who gets in his path, but he will hesitate more if it's me!”

At least Tankhun would like to think so. He was Pa's favorite for the longest time, at least until he became traumatized and overly defiant. But Uncle Gun was also traumatized and defiant in his own way. Pa killed him.

No. Pa isn't going to kill any of his sons. He isn’t that terrible. Probably.

“I'm going to be on standby, Khun,” Arm says, “And get more audio surveillance installed as soon as I can.”

Tankhun lets out a huff as he rushes through the door, “Fine! But stay out of sight! I'm not having Pa target you! He shouldn't be targeting Chay either! Porsche will be livid! Kim may be too! They spent the morning together shopping for Achara!”

“Kim’s in the room. I don't think he was invited, but he is sitting with the baby. He doesn't look happy with your father.”

So much drama.

“I’ll handle it,” Tankhun says, then hangs up the phone. Whatever Chay did does not constitute Pa threatening him. If Khun didn't know any better, he would say Pa is acting emotionally. That isn't something Pa does. His threats are very well planned out and frequently carried out - if not in the moment, then later on. But he can't do that to Chay. Tankhun can't think of one thing to kill Chay over! Is it frustrating he is avoidant about college? Yes. But the poor boy went through so much and that is largely Pa’s fault.

Porsche did mention that Chay hangs out with Macau, that they game together. Apparently, Porsche set that up when his attempt to get Kim and Chay to hang out with each other never played out. What if Chay and Macau are involved with each other and Pa found out? Pa may think that Chay has aligned himself with Vegas.

But Tankhun chatted with Pete just last week. He said Vegas was helping his maternal grandmother move back to Thailand so they could open a restaurant together. He also mentioned Vegas was teaching English as a second language online to keep himself occupied until then. Pete claimed they were both really happy.

So maybe Macau is the criminal mastermind now and seduced Chay.

It sounds incredibly unlikely and dumb. Macau never had any interest in the family business, that is just a piece of common knowledge everyone across the board has known. Tankhun also believes Macau may be straight. Such a black sheep, that one. Kim could only dream of not fitting in that much.

Tankhun needs to focus. He will figure out what's going on when he gets there, considering none of his theories make sense at all.

By the time he arrives, the guns are dismantled and across the room. It seems like a strange place to put them, even though Tankhun is relieved they are no longer being pointed at anyone. Kim’s chair is so close to Chay’s chair that their sides are touching, and Tankhun can hear the sound of gurgling but doesn't see Achara.

“Why wasn't I invited to lunch?!” Tankhun huffs, making himself known as he stomps into the room to sit on the other side of the table to Pa’s right. It's only then he sees Achara, her face partially revealed as she lies against Kim’s chest, nestled in a sling wrap.

Tankhun would have bought him that!

But chewing his little brother out over it can wait.

“What's going on?” Tankhun asks, looking at the three of them, “Things seem tense and there is no food. This is an awful lunch. Pa, if you need help with throwing a proper mini-luncheon, all you need to do is ask for my help, okay? This isn't it.”

Pa says nothing, his eyes still on Chay as Chay meets his gaze head on.

“I knew nothing about this,” Chay tells him, “I wouldn't even know how to go about making this happen.”

“It was my stalker, Pa. Her name is Hom,” Kim says, “I don't know why you are suddenly so…protective of me-”

“You're my son,” Pa says stiffly, “Of course I am protective of you. This…event has caused physiological and emotional changes in you that are disturbing. This is unnatural, concerning, and should have never happened-”

“Yeah, but it did,” Kim cuts in, “And it wasn't Chay’s fault. He wasn't even there when Achara…apparently came to be. If anything, it was my fault. I broke the egg in an attempt to piss Hom off and it gave me a newborn instead.”

Immediately, Kim looks down at the newborn in question, “But I'm so happy that you're here. You're my little girl-”

“Kim,” Pa cuts in briskly, interrupting the bizarre, yet tender moment, “This was a…crime against you. And the fact Porchay came up as a fifty percent match for your baby tells me he was involved.”

“I think it is much more likely that what Hom set up is a crime against him too,” Kim tells him.

Meanwhile, Tankhun is just…processing. Fifty percent? DNA? Chay?

“Chay is the father?!” Tankhun shouts, standing up. Finally, people are paying attention to him as all heads in the room turn to him.

“Yes. The infirmary got word this morning,” Pa says, speaking first, “I went down there to see how things were coming along. I happened to have good timing, because matches had popped up in the system just a few minutes before my arrival. I had the staff cross examine the matches by hand. Only Doctor Saelim, Raj, Jake, and myself are aware of this development.”

Chay crosses his arms over his chest, “And now I am too. I want to leave. I want to spend time with my daughter.”

Pa turns his scrutinizing gaze onto Chay, while Kim looks at him in surprise. Since everyone else is looking at Chay, Tankhun does too. He looks stubborn and fiery, just like his brother.

Pa clenches his jaw, “The fact that you aren't shocked or in denial tells me you were well aware-”

“I wasn't well aware, but I have felt weirdly connected to her since last night and that feeling grew exponentially when I first held her this morning!” Chay snaps, causing both Tankhun and Kim to jerk back, “It is far from ideal. Achara shouldn't have been forced to enter the world in the way that she was. But she is here and she is loved, and now this paper is telling me she's half mine. Kim and I have to talk about what that means so we can successfully co-parent together.”

…Tankhun is thrilled he came to this lunch. This is the best compound drama he has encountered in MONTHS. And besides, this could be so much worse. Kim could have just found out his soulmate was a complete stranger or someone he couldn't stand! While Chay and Kim only started hanging out yesterday, they bonded fast and Chay has been able to get through to him in a way no one else has yet been able to. Tankhun should have known he was the most likely choice.

“He didn't cause this, Pa,” Kim reiterates, standing up with his steady hands around Achara, “If you're done with your threats, then Chay and I want to leave. Try to…calm down. You think the fact I can breastfeed is weird, but you being this emotional-”

“Kim,” Pa says, an aura of warning lacing his tone.

“I'm serious. Calm down. That's not only Kinn’s boyfriend’s brother, but your granddaughter’s father. And he doesn't have powers or any shaman connections, at least that I know of. Be kind and courteous to him, thanks. Chay, come on.”

With that, Kim, Chay, and Achara leave the room.

How are they taking this so well? Has Kim thought of the implications of what Achara’s parentage means? The universe clearly expects them to be together. Achara is proof of that. Does Kim even realize that Chay is his soulmate? Does he want him to be?

Maybe his little brother has already developed a crush.

Tankhun can't wait to gossip about this.

“No spreading this around,” Kim says, popping his head back in, “Chay and I will figure out how to tell people.”

He's SO annoying.

“Kinn is the one who ordered the DNA sweep,” Tankhun says, “The estimated wait time for it to go through the entire database was two days. You have until tomorrow until he figures out a match was found.”

“Hm,” Kim hums, nodding his head, “Guess we’ll tell him and Porsche today then.”

“Guess you will. I will be right there to support you and Chay through that huge announcement.”

“I'm sure that's the only reason.”

“It is!”

Kim rolls his eyes but leaves the dining room once more. Upon his departure, Tankhun studies his father and decides to show him some empathy and pity by patting his hand.

“It’ll be okay, Pa. I understand where your concern was coming from. But Chay has nothing to do with how this happened. He has simply gained a daughter by existing as collateral damage. He's been very helpful, comforting, and supportive to Kim though! I think this is a good thing, those two being matched by cosmic forces.”

Pa, however, says nothing. Tankhun tried his best. Off course, everyone’s best has rarely been quite good enough for Pa, even though he doesn't always say as much.

Maybe he should let Pa beat him at chess to make him feel better.

“A game while we wait for the food?” Tankhun asks, walking over to the chess table, “Come on! A quick one! I bet I can beat you in less than five minutes.”

And since Pa hates and loves when people challenge him, he makes his way over to the game.

[chaili-1512]

"Cold night"

CW: SFW, y\n, The main character is a Na'vi, na’vi quaritch x na’vi reader

TW: blood, fire,water,profanity

AN:In turn I want to say that this is my first work of this genre, it came out quite large but hopefully not bad, also worth mentioning that English is not my native language, but hopefully that doesn't hurt! Enjoy reading and thank you for your attention, I will try more in the future!😎

Stuff in italics in the Na'vi language

My previous account was deleted for reasons unknown to me, so I am re-uploading to the new!!!

Your life on Pandora seemed easy and fabulous, until the Celestial Men came and destroyed the lives of many Na'vi, including you, under such circumstances your southern clan was on the verge of extinction and destruction, only a few Omaticaya remained. One day, while hunting, you encountered Na'vi with demon blood, fully armed, souls of five, they spoke to each other, your English not terrible enough to understand them. Sitting in a tree, you watched them warily, one of them exploring the thicket and the other holding a huge weapon.

- Check the perimeter, they might be close by, - a hoarse male voice sounded, and several guys headed in different directions, and this one headed toward you.

- Damn demons, - you drew your dagger and cautiously leaned against a tree post, waiting for your target, but something you still hadn't considered - you were spotted from the side.

- Target from above! Fire! - shouted another voice, and, reacting quickly, you jumped from the tree and rushed to run.

- After her! -There were screams behind you, and though there was demonic blood in them, they were no different from yours. At the same second a shot rang out and a net clawed at your legs, you barely had time to recoil before the muzzle of the gun was pointed at your head.

- I'd put it away if I were you, - Na'vi smiled triumphantly, and the rest of the team joined him.

- Are you here alone, or are the others with you? - one of them asked, but you turned away, staring at the net tangled at your feet.

- Hey, am I talking to you?! - One of the soldiers grabbed you by your braids and lifted you up, with a scream you spoke in your own language, cursing everyone present.

- You will all be dead, demons, - you hissed at one of them.

Footsteps were heard nearby, and another soldier emerged from there; he nodded silently in your direction, ordering the corporal away from you. You, in turn, continued to hiss, glaring at each of them.

- Why so rude, Lyle, we don't want to damage the trophy, - the corporal squatted across from you.

- And you have a temper, don't worry, we're not going to kill you, we just want information for now, - these words didn't calm you down one bit, to which Miles, sitting across from you, sighed heavily.

- Untie her, but keep your eyes open, she'll be interrogated in moderation at the base, - the team looked at each other, - Did I not make myself clear? GO - The guys hurriedly untied your legs, but they snapped handcuffs on your wrists. Continuing to follow them obediently, you waited for the right moment, apparently this man was their commander and therefore a suitable victim. As you got closer and closer to the ship, you pretended to feel sick and fell to the ground.

- Sir, she's down, why don't we finish her off, it won't be that hard, - Lyle said, pointing his gun at you.

- Look, Corporal, have you decided to replace me? - Quaritch walked up to him, looking straight into his soul.

- No, sir! - agitatedly he answered.

- Well, that's another thing… - Miles was about to turn around when a knife was put to his neck, your knife.

- Get out of my way. - Your English was garbled, but that didn't stop them from understanding you.

- So you understand us, then? Very well, - said the colonel with a smirk, and then the dagger came even closer to his throat, - Hush, hush, make way for her, you fools, - the crew just stared at Quaritch and you. As soon as you disappeared from their sight, you took possession of his weapon, now Miles is your potential prisoner.

- Let's go, - you said, pointing the gun forward.

- Look, these guys would kill you in a second, why don't you give it to me quietly, - you immediately put the gun to his head.

- You've got a long tongue, go faster, - you weren't going to give up, but the footsteps behind you were really speeding up and getting closer.

- You don't have the guts to shoot, we haven't even met yet, and already you're pointing a gun at me. - You raised one eyebrow in surprise, and then you shot him in the shoulder, and the soldier groaned in pain.

- Damn bitch, I didn't ask you to check! - he obediently staggered faster forward, holding onto his shoulder, each step indicating your location to the pursuers, and finally you came to the slope of the waterfall.

- Damn, - you looked back from where the soldiers had run out, and without wasting time, you pushed Quaritch into the water and jumped in after him at the sound of gunfire.

- Goddamn, we lost them, - the corporal said over the radio, to which he got a clear signal to retreat back to base.

Underwater you had a few seconds to assess your position while the colonel was knocked out, apparently having fallen in the wrong place. Rolling your eyes, you picked him up and began to swim toward the cave that was next to the waterfall. It was a great place to rest and assess your condition.Finally, once out of the water, you began to bring the body of the wounded Na'vi to its senses.

- Wake up, demon, - the soldier immediately spit out all the water he had in his chest with his fist.

- Ahem, next time warn me about stupid plans, - Miles coughed and tried to figure out where he was, but the place was clearly unfamiliar to him, as the wounded shoulder later confirmed. While Miles endured the pain, you discreetly cuffed him with the handcuffs you were originally wearing. Blood was oozing from his shoulder, but the soldier tried not to show the unbearable pain and cold.

- You are weak and stupid as a child, - you said, approaching him with something in your hands, Quaritch though wounded and concussed, but his subconscious was still in place, his hands gripping your approaching wrists.

- The savage decided to finish me off? - the soldier replied threateningly, but you only raised your eyebrows in surprise.

- I am no murderer, celestials are murderers, just like you… - Pulling his hands away, you began to cover the wound, making the man hiss in pain.

- Be patient, it will hurt, but I need you alive, - you continued in the same vein, pressing against his wound.

- Then why the fuck did you shoot me?! - he hissed through his teeth.

- Shut up and stay out of my way. - You stepped away from him, having finally finished your work. The sweat on his head indicated that he was tired and ready to pass out.

- You know, I still don't know your name, savage, - Quaritch turned his head tiredly.

- Y/n, - you answered him, continuing to sharpen your dagger.

- Y/n? How do you even pronounce it, - the soldier said sarcastically, grinning. - My name is Miles Quaritch, commander of the group you kidnapped me from. - the soldier was watching carefully as you were actively not keeping up the conversation.

- You just have a crooked tongue, you can't talk, Y/n, right, stupid demon, - he finally put his business aside and looked at the prisoner.

- You know, it's cold enough here at night, why don't you build a fire? - Kuorich looked toward the exit, where the sun was already setting over the horizon.

- Demons have to be able to stand the cold, you think you can fool me," Kuoric reloaded his weapon and looked in his direction.

- Wait, wait, okay, I hear you, then we'll die together in the cold - the colonel looked in the direction of the sun, which was no longer visible. To his surprise, you did listen to him, stepping closer and ripping his T-shirt open.

- What are you doing? - he asked perplexedly, watching as you made a fire out of the remains of your already dried clothes and some sticks.

- Stop shouting, I am making a fire, - you easily made a small fire, the heat of which was enough for some time. The captive immediately crawled closer to the fire, warming his body, which was now spread out before you.

- Thank you, savage, I feel a little better now, - Miles sank wearily beside the fire, clenching his teeth a little at the pain in his shoulder, you've chosen the most searing salve to heal the wound, so that life will not be a raspberry. You, for your part, bent your knees, staring first at Quaritch's face and then gradually at your naked torso.

- Oh Holy Mother, why must I put up with this, - you muttered to yourself.

- Do you really enjoy it so much that you can't help yourself? You know, I know your language a little, - said the soldier, still with his eyes closed, with a peculiar smirk. After these words, you hastily turned away and lay on your side, muttering something else to yourself. Unfortunately, by the end of the night the fire had gone out, and a sharp chill ran down your back. Quaritch felt the same way; unfortunately, the other branches were damp, and there was no other remedy nearby.

- Now we're either going to die, or warm ourselves with our own bodies, - Miles raised slightly on his elbows as he looked at you, his expression invisible in the dark, but he could see your displeased face perfectly.

- If you do anything in the night, I'll kill you without a second thought… - Everything inside was arguing with each other; it was dangerous to stay out in the cold, but even more dangerous to be in the foul clutches of this demon.

- I don't bite in my sleep, but I want to live - after his words you sighed heavily, you had no choice but to move closer to this demon, because his hands were tied, he had to lift them so that you could be in his "embrace". There seemed to be mixed feelings inside from his touch and, most likely, from the fact that there was literally a pumped-up soldier with a naked torso behind you.

- You know, if you're this tense, none of us will fall asleep, relax, - these words came softly, literally near your ears, which twitched afterward.

- Shut up and sleep - your last answer served as a command to yourself to go to sleep, but to be on the outfit with someone like him.

[onepiece-writer]

New Invention

pairings: Franky x gn! Reader

Genre: fluff

just got the idea of Franky trying out his new invention. This feels like Franky and you are bestfriends, so pardon me if its not enjoyable

You arrived at his workshops, one of the coolest workshops ever. There were robots, machine guns, wapometal, and other things that are too far in the future. He had to build the second Luffy-proof door after the kitchen to prevent him breaking and trying out General Franky.

"Hi, Franky!" You smiled at him, as he nodded to you, immediately had a slight blush on his cheeks. "How's your super work today?"

"Ao, y/n!" Franky sees you with his mask on, making a new invention again. "It's very super working! They'll be surprised when they see this!"

In your front is an invention that allows you to fly in the water. Franky already tested it yesterday, and it works like his expectations. 

Suddenly, there's an explosion on the deck. Carefully, you and Franky ran to the deck, where the chaos was happening. Turns out, an enemy was underwater, only flying to the surface to roast devil fruit powers. Zoro's swords and Sanji's kicks were unleashed, but it's not enough to scare him away.

"Ao!" He screamed, seeing the enemy just roasting Luffy and getting on his nerves. "Y/n, take that invention I showed you!"

"That one?" Unsure, because maybe Franky would lose another machine. "Are you sure you're gonna use that early?"

"I can make more! Faster, y/n!"

You rush to the workshop, while the Thousand Sunny is shaking from bombs landing on the deck. Everyone tried to hold it down while you took Franky's invention.

"Franky!" You threw it to him, which was easily catched by him. "There! Use it!"

"Yep, y/n!"

He then used the machine to fill the waters fast. While he fills the compartment, everyone holds the enemy until Franky is the one in control. Luckily, the water quickly filled the compartment, and Franky jumped into the water.

The eyes of Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper were sparkling as Franky joined the scene. He was flying with water, how cool is that? While he uses his shoulder cannon, you see him flying and fighting. No one noticed it yet, but you actually admire him from afar. 

Turns out, the enemy was no match for the super boyfriend you have. He was powerful with other weapons and attacks, but he didn't expect to be fighting with a cyborg. Because of underestimating Franky, he was deemed defeated, and ran away in fear.

"Look, y/n!" Franky smiled at you. "Isn't it cool?!"

"Yeah", you nodded. Turns out the machine that he just invented, to be one of the coolest weapons he ever made."It's—cool".

"I want to try!" Usopp, Luffy, and Chopper pleaded with Franky to try and fly.

In the end, everyone was happy to spend the rest of the day chilling. You and Franky are the best duo ever.

...............

big cyborg robot man with blue hair

[dino-fart]

Mi amor! It's been too long, I hope you're recovering well. 😘

I've been on my Strange kick for so long, I need some Din Djarin so I can finish watching season three. Maybe y/n could be hunting him and while spying sees how he is while alone and with Grogu? Maybe has a change of heart about taking the job?

You got it babe!

@thealleydog

You were a highly trained, highly efficient, and highly assassin. Your reputation was talked about amongst many. You took jobs and never asked questions, killing whoever was needed. Many of your targets were corrupt men and women so it was easy for you to dissociate. Until this job...

This job that you were promised more than credits for. This job had one target: The Mandalorian. Your target didn't phase you, the creed of Mandalore was long gone and not as threatening as Jedi or Sith. This should be easy...Yet it wasn't...

The moment you laid eyes on the child in the pod, things changed. You weren't sure how you could carry this out without the little one seeing. It was one rule you had, you didn't kill or harm children and you certainly didn't want them to witness a murder. Everywhere the Mandalorian went, the child was with him. An odd pair but an attached pair.

There was a strong bond between the two and you began to realize the risks of the job when you saw the child possess the power of the Force. You had stalked the Mandalorian and the child to the planet of Endor. You weren't sure what he was doing there but the tall trees served you well. You were perched up on one of the trees, your rifle was aimed down and you had a clear shot of the Mandalorian and the child. You watched him look around and talk to the child.

Your ears picked up a rustling sound and you moved the scope of the rifle to see a small group of pirates hiding in the bushes with their guns ready. You fired your shots quickly and killed half of the group. The pirates rushed out of the bushes and ambushed the Mandalorian. You aimed your rifle at the pirates to try and kill them. You were glad the Mandalorian was highly skilled because he was able to kill a few and the child used the force to stop the blasts from hitting his father.

You missed the other group of pirates on the other side and ducked to avoid the shots being fired at you. You were about to aim when the inhabitants of the forest, the Ewoks, jumped into the tree you were hiding in. The Ewoks aimed their slingshots and fired at the pirates. You rolled over to grip the branch and positioned yourself to fall from the tree safely. You fell into the bushes and rolled on the ground to soften the damage.

You quickly stood up and stepped out of the cover of the bushes and killed the rest of the pirates. The Ewoks cheered and jumped onto the ground. You watched as they swarmed the Mandalorian and the child in joy. You put your rifle away and shook your head. You just saved the Mandalorian.

Your mission was lost. You turned around and rushed back to your ship. You froze in your tracks when you felt something pulling you back to keep you still. "Good job, kid." You heard the Mandalorian say and the force stopped. You turned around to face the Mandalorian.

"You saved us...Who are you?" He said approaching you.

You took a moment to think about what you'd say and decided to speak the truth. "I was hired to kill you." You said.

The Mandalorian approached you closer and the grip on the strap of your rifle tightened. "Could've fooled me." He said and stopped a few inches from you.

"If you're going to kill me, get it over with. It'd be better than having to explain myself to my employer." You glared.

"Who is your employer?"

"I'd rather die."

"I have an alternative option..." The Mandalorian said and you raised a brow, "Your aim is impeccable and your shots are steady. A skill like that is valuable."

"Money talks, Mandalorian."

"I can pay you double and make it worth your while."

"To do what?"

"Join me in finding Gorian Shard and ending him."

You were silent, Gorian was the one that hired you after all... Fuck it. You had already broken your code. You nodded, "Lead the way."

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