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yelenasbraid · 2 years ago

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𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 — 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅

summary — you’re the only person peter can trust. you also happen to be an fbi agent.

warnings — fem!fbi agent!reader, fluff, a gun makes an appearance

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃, pinned down and unable to move. he never thought he’d be hiding from the US government, but here he was. peter sutherland made a vow that he’d protect rose larkin, and that’s exactly what he was doing.

“she’s an fbi agent, peter, are we sure we can trust her?” it was the fifth time rose had asked that in the past ten minutes.

“yes, rose. we can trust her,” his hand wrung around the steering wheel as he pulled up a few blocks away from your apartment building. you went to the academy with him, a few classes ahead, but nevertheless. you’d become fast friends, unable to separate from one another.

he put the car in park, hurrying out of the car before he and rose briskly walked to your apartment complex. he hadn’t seen you since you graduated from the academy. you planned on meeting up every once and a while, but life seemed to get in the way.

the catch was, you weren’t expecting them.

they walked up to your apartment, peter knocking on your door. a few moments passed, but just as he raised his fist again to knock, the door unlocked and opened. you stood there, your face tight. you wore sweats, a large t-shirt and your hair was sloppily pulled back.

“you’re lucky i’m too tired to rat you out,” you mumbled as you stepped aside to let them in. you never asked questions, and peter appreciated that about you. if he needed help, you were there, no questions asked. this time, though, he assumed you had the answers already.

the door shut behind them and you locked it again. you ran your hands down your face, eyes catching the man in front of you. he’d always been attractive, the warm lighting of your apartment especially accentuated that attractiveness.

“thank you,” peter wrung his hands like a nervous schoolboy. in a way, he was.

“i’m assuming you’re rose larkin,” you turned to the girl next to peter, who merely nodded her head. you nodded yours and reached behind you, pulling out the glock you’d shoved in the back of your pants before you opened the door. you could never be too cautious.

“really, y/n?”

“what? i’ve been filled in on the whole assassins thing, i’m not letting some psycho into my apartment,” you defended as you placed the gun underneath the kitchen counter. you directed them upstairs and allowed them to use the guest bedroom and bathroom, which left you a moment to yourself.

peter was the only one to come back down from getting changed.

“rose went to sleep, she needed it,” he explained. peter saw your gaze soften, something that he learned was words in and of themselves.

“don’t you?” you countered. you were sat on the couch, your laptop propped open on your lap. he sat down at your feet, shaking his head.

“bau, huh?” he chuckled, eyeing the sticker on your laptop.

“yeah, profiler. happens to be a lot harder than you think,” you allowed a soft smile.

“whatever happened to the talent i saw on the gun range?” he asked, mostly teasing but part of him wanted to know. you’d been a menace on the range in handguns and rifles, never missing a beat snd never hesitating. he swore you were going to do something with swat.

“who’s saying that it’s not still here?” you countered back, closing your laptop. silence grew between you, a comfortable one. whenever you were at the academy, feelings blossomed between the two of you. feelings that scared you; falling for someone in the fbi wasn’t a smart move. yet, it was the move you made. you never confessed said feelings, but seeing the golden retriever of a man in front of you changed that. it reminded you that those warm and fuzzy feelings were still there.

“peter,” you started, shifting yourself on the couch, sitting up. you placed your laptop on the coffee table, moving yourself into a criss-cross position. his eyes caught yours, and he saw the words in your eyes before you said them.

“yeah?” his eyes flicked down to your hands, watching as they wrung. he looked back up at you, his brow creasing with concern.

you were at a loss for words. normally, you were able to say what you were thinking without much of a physical reaction. it’s what made you a good profiler. now, as you sat in front of the man you fell for, you struggled to keep your composure. how could you just spill to him, now especially, that you’ve liked him ever since the academy?

“are you sure you weren’t followed?” your gaze hardened up again, ignoring the butterflies in your gut and the warmth in your chest.

“i’m sure,” peter replied, a sigh leaving his lips. he was hoping you’d confess something, and it looked like you were going to. he saw the look in your eyes, the way they sparkled and softened. he would find himself getting lost in your eyes, drowning the rest of the world out.

“good,” you nodded your head, your eyes averting down to your hands, which were in your lap. the silence that fell over you now was uncomfortable, it was filled with a tension that you couldn’t seem to shake. the confession was on the tip of your tongue, your body begging you to just say it.

“ever since the academy,” you started, catching peter’s eyes again. his heart rate picked up and that schoolboy-like giddiness came back. “i’ve…had these feelings i can’t seem to shake,” you continued. the room was perfectly still, almost as if time had stopped.

“and?”

“peter,” could you say it? could you admit to both yourself and to peter, that you’d fallen in love with him? now?

“i think i understand,” he whispered, and oh did his whisper send the right kind of shivers up your spine.

“what-” before you could even finish enunciating your phrase, soft lips captured yours. the warmth in your chest spread down to your stomach, sending sparks all over. you’d been waiting years for this moment, and you believed you’d never get it. your hand cupped the back of peter’s neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. his hands snaked up your body, finally resting on both of your cheeks, cradling your face. finally, he’d kissed the woman of his dreams. the woman he’d fallen for while he was still at the academy. the woman who could knock him to the ground in a blink of an eye.

he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. your breaths meshed together, and you gave him one last, small kiss before pulling away again. smiles adorned both of your faces, your cheeks hot to the touch.

“been waiting a long time for that,” peter’s voice was raspy, and he knew it was from the shock of it all.

“then why didn’t you do it sooner?” you teased, causing the both of you to laugh. in that moment, only for a second, peter forgot about the impending doom on the nation. peter’s only focus was you, his girl.

in honor of me finishing the night agent in two days, here’s a fic for you lovely people. i’m telling you, i love my men fbi coded

#peter sutherland #night agent #peter sutherland imagines #peter sutherland x reader #night agent imagine

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258punkweight · 6 months ago

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i guess the school shooter panic is over, or at least it is in my area of california, bc the other day i saw a guy in my first period wearing a shirt that said "in glock we trust" and he was still wearing it at the end of the day LOL

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green-tea-in-absinthe-bottle · 6 months ago

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THE NIGHT BELONGS TO YOU - chapter 4

Blade x fem reader fanfic

MASTERLIST

Summary - Reader's first mission for stellaron hunters takes unexpected turn as IPC's attack unforeseen by Elio forces her to act outside of script

Chapter 4 – If your wings won’t find you heaven I will bring it down like an ancient bygone

- Oh shit. Is this a part of the plan? - they exchanged anxious glances.

- It was not in the script...Fuck. - Blade cursed. He gently took her jaw in his hand and turned her head to the side to see if she got hurt by the bullet. Thankfully, not even a scratch was visible on her skin. Relieved man gave her a domineering look and muttered lowly. – Stay behind, I will get the job done. Car is bulletproof.

He came outside. It was truly a sight to behold, his burning sword dealing with enemies one after another, while he danced among them with infernal precision, avoiding all of their attacks. Y/n didn’t plan to be a damsel in distress either, she quietly put on bulletproof vest Blade kept in his car just in case and searched her surroundings for a weapon. She exhaled deeply at the sight of loaded glock. Trying to not think too much about it she opened the door, came out of car and kneeled beside it. Covered by the machine she shot two people who got way too close to her partner in crime for her liking.

His pupils blown wide when he saw her and she could swear he wanted to bend her over his knee and give her a good spanking. With the speed of the lightning he appeared by her side and swung his sword. She heard painful moan from behind her. She turned around. Body of IPC soldier fell to the ground few seconds later. If Blade didn’t hurry she would be dead by now.

- Thank you for saving me. - y/n was too ashamed to look him in the eye.

- Didn’t I tell you to stay in safety? What is wrong with you? - he growled scanning their surroundings for more potential opponents.

- I have some experience with fighting and it’s not my style to let others sacrifice for me. I’m sorry if I was a problem. I will think twice next time.

Blade only groaned in response.

- Let’s get away from here, soon more of them will probably show up. - he barely managed to end this sentence when whistle of a bullet cut him off. Red blood spilled over his shirt around midriff area. He threw a knife in direction of his opponent and judging by sound that came from their side, he managed to aim right into the throat.

- Are you ok? - y/n asked in panic. He snorted.

- I am never OK. Every single one of my days is filled with pain of immortality, I want this pain to stop and I forbid you to stand between me and my end. You cannot safe me. You shouldn’t try to.- Blade pressed his hand to the wound, coughing. - And for Aeons sake, never sacrifice yourself for me, no matter what. It would be a waste to have you suffer for such hopeless individual as me. You can be a pain in the neck, do you know?

Now y/n really had enough of this.

- Since when are you so talkative, hmm? I thought you considered yourself too doomed to even open your mouth in my presence? - she tried to give him a serious look.

- Don’t be such a child. - he responded, clearly irritated. - As long as you don’t do any stupid moves, think whatever you want of me. We didn’t fully trust you at first because Elio couldn’t see much into your future in this timeline so there was no need to get all chatty, was it? Now you proved you are willing to cooperate and how are we supposed to co-work if we don’t communicate? - he tried reasoning with her, but his voice came out weak due to his injuries.

Despite her annoyance she took him by the hand to drag him into the car, she couldn’t let him just bleed out in the middle of the road.

- You tell me. You tell me how are we supposed to work without communication since from the beginning you only tell me what to do. You guys get all those scripts and never tell me a single word out of them. - Y/n raised her voice.

- Stop it already, there is no time to scream at each other right now. - Blade gave up. - Do you know how to drive?

- No. I’m sorry.

- In that case I still have some strength to drive us to the nearest safe place, one of the deserted houses we occupy during our missions occasionally. It’s a few minutes away.- he decided. - For now I will quickly wrap bandage around my waist to not bleed out before we get there. Not that I would mind getting rid of this reincarnation that is already way too long.

- It’s hard to do on your own, let me help. That was my main function during the time we tried to save Arkona. I had to fight sometimes but I was mostly taking care of other’s wounds. I had some experience in that, I was the only caretaker of my mother after her accident so my first thought when the hell begun was to become a nurse.

- I do this for myself for centuries, I will be fine without your help. - he instantly rejected her proposition.

- But it will be faster with some help.

- It would be faster if you didn’t whine so much. - he muttered while handing her a bandage roll with loud sigh. - But if you so insist I guess I would rather let you do this than fight all the way there.

***

She supported his weakened body on the way to the couch. Place was tiny and not very neat, but that was all they had for now. Blade barely walked, there was no way he could endure trip back home in such state.

- Your wound needs to be cleansed and taken care of. - Y/n informed him. - Don’t even try to argue.

- I don’t need this. - he insisted. - If it’s so important to you, you can find ointment in the kitchen if I remember correctly, shelf near the door, right next to hydrogen peroxide.

She didn’t waste any time and quickly grabbed two bottles. When she came back to the living room she almost dropped them. Blade took off both the bandage and his shirt. His toned chest glistened with sweat, she looked down at the wound. Surprisingly, it didn’t look as drastic as it should.

- It’s a part of my curse, my body heals from everything at inhuman speed. Tomorrow I will be fine and we can return to headquarters to report our miserable failure. There is no need to call for help for somebody like me, who only craves death and self-destruction and regenerates like Wolverine.

- Have you watched that movie? - Y/n was a bit surprised Blade used a modern pop-culture reference.

- Not really, Silver Wolf told me all about him, he’s her favourite superhero.

Arkonian smiled at him recalling all cute moments her beloved duo had together.

-You know, - he muttered - for a second I hoped that today will be the last day of my life, I always do. Why do you insist on fixing me? Are you stupid? This blade is broken beyond repair and you are gonna cut yourself if you try to maintain it. - he looked her in the eyes in challenging way.

- What if I understand this and I don’t want to fix you at all? - she took a risk of being vulnerable.

- In that case why do you care about me? - confusion was visible on his face.

- Can I tell you something about my life before Xianzhou Xianzhou?

- I see no need to do this but if you want to I won’t stop you.

Y/n poured a bit of hydrogen peroxide on gauze and pressed it against his wound, He didn’t even flinch or hold his breath.

- Since I remembered I only could rely on my mother, father died right before my 10th birthday and we had no other relatives besides my auntie who lived in a big city and came to visit our village like twice a year. But she used to bring me expensive gifts and was very laid back so as a kid I was enchanted by her.

We lived on a small farm near the holy mountain. We loved this place despite the amount of work we had to do around it . My psychic gift of mediumship had a chance to really bloom thanks to closeness of Saintcross. I felt blessed by the Goddess of divination and guidance who according to legends lived on it’s peak. We called her Light for all the lost souls in our prayers. - when y/n closed her eyes she could still smell flowercrowns of roses they used to sacrifice during the most important holyday related to the Goddess.

- When I was a pre-teen my mother had a terrible accident. Once my mom tried to repair the roof on her own as we had no man in the house and she was a strong, capable woman. She fell down from the ladder. Even tho doctor came as soon as he could and she barely managed to survive this – even after rehabilitation her body was not the same. We suspected they put her bones together in a wrong way or that she got some nerve damage. Her right hand lost most of it’s dexterity, and her back was in constant pain. - Blade looked down at his own hands. Y/n stared at the wall, overwhelmed by homesickness.

- Till Arkona was attacked we went by thanks to painkillers she had to take. But when this crisis happened she lost access to them. She was in such pain she used to pray for death. I couldn’t watch this anymore, but she didn’t have anybody else. She refused to eat more and more often. I massaged her hand and back just like doctor taught me to, but without her pills it just wasn’t enough.

Tears run down her face. She needed a break so she took the ointment and applied it to the wound. Blade didn’t rush her, he just let her gather her thoughts.

- My mother had a heart defect that is passed down in our family, I don’t have it but my mother, grandma and greatgrandma were born with it. It never caused her bigger problems while she was medicated, but when she lost access to her pills... One night her back pain was extremely overwhelming, she cried so hard her heart couldn’t take it anymore. She passed away. I lost my only family that night, auntie stopped contacting us as soon as she heard about mother’s accident so she doesn’t count.- Y/n laughed bitterly.

- Still, I felt relief. - she admitted without shame. - Not because taking care of her was so hard and I couldn’t take her screams of pain anymore tho it was true. I felt relief cause she didn’t have to suffer anymore. I felt greatest pain of my life too, but I didn’t have the right to want her to stay with me when nothing could have been done for her. I couldn’t be happy in my old home knowing that this happiness would be build on her suffering, even if I was so scared, so terrified and I never knew anything else. I know how to let people go when it is necessary and I fucking hate how all things fade. - Blade reached out for her hand but she didn’t even pay attention to him anymore, so he retreated.

- After that I joined rebellion against abominations as a nurse, wanting to use skills I learned for my mother’s sake for the greater good. I was taught how to shoot as a part of the training, but I was always more interested in medical parts of it. But even for my beloved Arkona nothing could have been done.- her voice broke a little. - When it became clear that all is lost in the last desperate attempt to save anything from our culture and civilization we assembled a huge starship with all we had. Few dozens survivors, the last of Arkonians. We somehow managed to get away from our dying planet despite abominations circling it, but our ship crashed on nearby planet due to defects in it’s construction. I was the only one that lived, only because of Lan’s blessing I received that day. Till this day I feel constant survivor’s guilt. Good people found me and for a small price of my mother’s wedding band I took as a memento previously,- her voice choked oh her emotions- they took me to Xianzhou Luofu.

Blade looked at her with endless compassion in his eyes. She couldn’t believe, that a man like him was capable of such gentleness. He felt this kind of empathy only very old and experienced people are able to feel. With wide open eyes he stared at her in silence. She picked up fresh bandage and put it around his waist.

- So be sure of that, I don’t help you cause I hope that you will get better or will rediscover your will to live. I know none of those things will happen. I accept you the way you are, broken blade with all it’s weak points and sharp bits. I won’t try to stop you from death when it comes for you for real cause I have no right to do so. I didn’t massage my mothers hand in hope that it will be better. - she sat down next to him after making sure the bandage was secured. - I just hoped to bring her some relief. We all age and sooner or later most of us will have to live with disabled bodies. Some of us like Firefly have to go through illness and it’s symptoms sooner then the others and all they can do is to try to give their existence meaning and find joy in it despite pain they go through. To me lives like those matter, can be beautiful and worth living. - she looked him straight in the eye, hesitance visible in her gaze. - If you don’t want my help I no longer will push myself on you as I have no right to make such decisions for you either. I will accept it and treat you like a human being with his own mind and right to control what happens with his body. I don’t expect you to be grateful for things you didn’t ask for.

Finally, she stopped speaking. She felt that she bared her souls too much, for too long, that she burdened him with her grief... Before she managed to drown herself in shame and guilt he spoke up.

- I don’t remember much from my life as Yingxing. Last clear memories I have ... Sight of this forsaken woman, killing me time and time again. Her sword plunging into my insides. Carving her cursed mantra into my brain... “out of five people...��. Yes. Even when I think of this, phantom pains pierce through my whole body. All I want is for them to stop. The few things from Yingxing life I can still recall... Eyes of the man whose arrogance put me in this situation, man I promised to kill...I promised to her.

Arkonian shifted uncomfortably in her seat but the sight of madness in his eyes stopped her from interrupting. Unaware of her reaction Blade continued, his attention for once not on y/n.

- I also remember joy of creation. How my hands moved, so precisely. My muscle memory never failed me. They never failed me. My talented hands and things that they created where my joy, my pride. I never imagined that one day I could lose it. At first when I realized that my hands got damaged beyond repair in process of torture she inflicted on me and nothing can be done about it I became depressed. Completely apathetic to the world around me. I lived in wilderness, glad that at least I can still use the sword, but I had no purpose. Eventually driven by desperation I decided to sacrifice myself to become weapon, my last creation. Just like that, it didn’t matter to me anymore that I couldn’t craft swords, I forged myself into a Blade, and I seek fight cause the only way can a Blade die – is to get broken while it is unsheathed. Before that will happen I plan to do anything possible to take away life of the man who manipulated me, used my arrogance against me and turned me into this monster! - Blade almost screamed out the last part, aura of insanity surrounded him.

Y/n thought to herself, that the one who truly changed his life into nightmare was the woman who killed him so many times instead. Whole thing seemed super shady to her – Blade had no memories left and all he spoke about was based on his assumptions and all that mad woman told him when she was attacking him. Still, y/n let him speak further.

- I don’t crave to be the man I once was again, I have no such ambition. I gave myself new purpose and I want to fulfill it with all my potential, unless death will bless me with an ending to my pain sooner. You don’t plan to keep me from it? Very well, it would be unwise of you to even dream of it. - he went silent for a few seconds, and closed his eyes. Y/n rubbed his shoulder trying to calm him down a bit and he let her do so. When he opened them again he looked way more sane. - Most people won’t believe this due to drastic changes in my behaviour occurring when I become mara struck, but my mind is just as sharp as it has always been. I don’t need to make machines with my own hands in order to know perfectly how they will work. I lost most of my interest in my past hobbies by now, but my opinions are still very valuable. That’s why Elio requested my assistance for the project which resulted in creation of the machine he wanted us to try out. I won’t pretend that I wasn’t a little bit excited by the opportunity. - he choked on the last words that came out of his mouth. Attitude and energy faded away from his system at the same time, he looked pale, tired and small.

- Don’t worry – y/n interrupted, her hands hesitantly leaving his body. - There will be another occasion to do so. For now please try to rest, so your body can regenerate properly, even if you don’t want it to. The sooner we will be able to come back to headquarters the better. - she hanged back for a moment before she spoke up again. - Blade? Are your hands in pain?

He glared at her through his long eyelashes. She felt her heart skip a beat but tried to repress her feelings for the man in front of her. It wasn’t the right time for such things.

- Yes, they are. Sometimes whole my body is in pain. Why would you ask?

- If you wouldn’t mind I would gladly massage them for you on the worse days. - man glared at her in response to such a brash idea – It used to help my mother a bit so maybe it could be of use to you as well. It will not make them work better with your kind of damage I believe, but it might make them less stiff and relieve the pain to some extent.

- I will consider this, but if I were you I wouldn’t get my hopes too high. - Blade answered, knowing already he wanted to give it a try, even tho he did not expect it to help in any way.

She got up and left the room taking hydrogen peroxide and ointment with her. It was a long day for both of them and she felt it in every single one of her muscles.

- I take the bedroom, you make yourself comfortable here. See you tomorrow in the morning. - y/n name bid him farewell, walking towards the door.

- Sure. - Blade came back to his usual, laconic self. His gaze followed her till she disappeared on the other side of the door.

***

Kitchen filled with delicious aroma of freshly made comfort food, a cup of hot tea and snacks found in the cabinet. Y/n was extremely grateful to the last team who used the flat for replenishing food supplies. Could morning be any better?

As soon as Blade entered the kitchen with only shower towel wrapped around his waist, Y/n came to a conclusion that it apparently could. His moist skin was glistening, every muscle emphasized in morning light. Where the wound should have been, there was only a scar.

- Good morning. Eat this, you deserve it for saving my life yesterday. - she passed him plate with omelette. He took it without a word and sat down.

- Don’t mention it. How did you sleep? - He tasted the food and his pupils widened.

- It could have been better, but it should be me who asks this question. What about your wound? - she bit her lip.

- I told you already. - he rolled his eyes at her. - You don’t need to worry, my body heals itself quickly. Can’t you see? I’m fine. By the way, y/n?

- Yes, sir?

- This is fucking delicious.

His compliment made her way happier than she would like to be. The amount of power this man held over her, truly shameful. There was no time for that right now, they still had things to do. She cleared her throat before speaking.

- When should we come back to headquarters? I bet others worry about us.

- I don’t think they do, everybody knows I’m basically indestructible. - Blade declared, full of himself. - What kind of bad thing could happen to you while I watch over you?

- I mean yesterday it was pretty close. If you were just a tiny bit slower...

- Yeah, that’s why I plan to train you myself when we return. I don’t trust nobody else with that. After we clean up get into the car, we are going back this morning.- Blade decided.

***

Y/n stared at him for a few minutes before he sighed and questioned her openly, his attention seemingly on the road ahead.

- What is it?

- Why did you really open up to me? I know it’s not because of this mission. It’s not in your style. - she played with the hem of her tank top anxiously, now avoiding eye contact with him.

- If you really have to know that, the day before you fainted I had a serious talk with Elio. That’s why I knew exactly when to appear in front of his door. - he smirked.

Arkonian assumed, that this was the conversation she overheard. The one she mentioned to Firefly. She kept that to herself.

- In short, he finally saw your future. You are more important than you know, but what matters the most for me is that you truly belong with us, won’t betray us and you get along with the girls. - he gave her genuine smile. It was her first time seeing him like that and she already knew it was her favourite sight in the whole wide world. - My company is not the most pleasant one and my mental health is on all time low but if it doesn’t bother you, I guess I don’t mind you hanging out with me.

- So we are friends now? - her eyes lit up with hope.

- We’ll see about that.

Y/n pouted at this dry response, yet somehow she felt better now, as if the weight of his distrust was taken off her shoulders. The road back home has passed quickly and this time with no complications.

***

Mission related to sigil got postponed. Elio explained to them, that untill he will be able to identify the reason of his mistake and eliminate it for the sake of safety of everyone involved in fulfilling scripts based on his prophetic credibility, all the missions are put on hold. Such things happened before, very rarely. Usually Elio pushing himself to channel as much information as possible in a short time and overexerting himself turned out to be the reason. Few days of rest were enough for him to get a grip in the past.

Y/n wondered if that means Blade will return to his previous, cold attitude towards her, but it didn’t seem to be the case.

- Well, prophecies are one thing, but don’t you believe I can also think for myself and judge people correctly? - good-looking swordsman grumbled, sipping coffee from the mug he got as a present from Firefly. - I have been roaming known universe for centuries, saw countless lives pass. There is not a single human experience I wouldn’t be familiar with, I have seen it all.

High pitched sound of microwave’s signal cut him off, with a growl he pulled out two meat pockets from it and passed one of them to y/n. She bit into it cravingly, spicy flavour attacked her taste buds but she wouldn’t want it any other way. Blade sat right next to her at the table.

- You were ready to risk your life just to make sure I won’t get hurt, I did the same for you. That's not the way enemies or strangers usually behave towards each other, am I right? - his patience was running thin. - I know I can trust you. I want to believe that. Do you trust me?

- I mean, sure, you guys did kidnap me like two months ago... but considering the kind of damage IPC would be able to inflict on entire galaxies if they had monopoly on my gift I guess I can forgive you. But only because you all did give me a chance to go away if I wished to do so. - Arkonian smiled at slightly ashamed man.

- Oh come on, you know what I mean. Do you trust me? - he repeated, his sharp eyes gazing into hers. - Whoever you see when you look at what’s left of me. Do you trust that person?

Flashbacks from the last few days appeared in her mind. This man protected her from danger, let her touch his body in weak, vulnerable state. He seemed to truly care about her when there was no reason to do so, no profit from it. Most importantly, he bared his true self, broken fragments of his soul in front of her. She answered with full certainty.

- Yes, I do.

- Why? - his eyes darkened, raw emotion took them over.

- Oh, our lovebirds got up already? - Melodic, feminine voice interrupted their conversation. They didn’t even notice when Kafka came to the kitchen, summoned by alluring smell of breakfast. Blade’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. - This looks so good, can I have one?

Male scoffed with irritation, but gave her the last meat pocket regardless.

- Why are you grumpy like that, Bladie? - woman teased. - You can’t behave all nonchalantly towards y/n when Wolfie has a whole footage of you running through half of our base just to catch her in perfect time before she faints in front of Elio’s office. What a sight! You were like chivalrous knight in hurry to save the honor of the lady of his heart! I’m so glad that part of Elio’s prophecy was correct. - Kafka clearly had the time of her life, while Blade prayed for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. - Have fun you two! - she blew a kiss to her local medium girl and went outside.

- If your question still stands I just wanted to say, that I begun trusting you because you were honest with me during our mission and I am aware of how much it cost you... - Arkonian smirked – but now situation got way more interesting. You are never gonna let me down, right ,,Bladie”?

Reference flew over his head unfortunately. In desperate attempt to distract her from teasing him further Blade decided it was his time to ask questions.

- I’m glad you appreciate my sincerity. I hope you can be just as frank with me in return. So, some of those things you confessed to me yesterday about your life at Xianzhou...

- Yes, dear?

- How close was your friendship with this whole... Master Zhang? - he just couldn’t help but be a little bit jealous that this guy got to co-work with her, not to mention in his area of expertise. Blade was sure that if he was still able to craft, she wouldn’t even look at Zhang’s (probably mediocre in comparison) weapons. Obviously, what’s the point of wasting good spells on them if she could bless his masterpieces instead?

Y/n just rolled her eyes at him in disbelief. His phone vibrated, she glanced at it curiously, knowing it was never locked either way. Message from Elio made her choke a bit on the last bite of her food.

"Everybody gather in my office immediately, it's urgent."

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It doesn’t take long for you to find the big, proud CEO of healthcare for America. He didn’t make it very difficult anyway.

You look at his unimpressive figure, sitting slouched behind the desk. The man has been sitting there for the past 30 minutes, and despite it having just passed lunch time, he already has a drink on hand. But then again, suppose he doesn’t have to worry too much about health.

You remove the cover you’d been hiding behind, and the man jumps at your sudden appearance.

You lazily raise a brow at his squeak of surprise as you stalk towards him at a slow pace.

The man glares at you and presses a button on the bottom side of the desk. “Security.” Is all he says.

You stop in front of his desk and lean forward with your hands in your pockets.

“Do you,” You make eye contact. “know who I am?” You keep holding it, staring at him.

“Should I? Based on that shirt I can tell you’re not worth knowing.” He says with faux calmness as he straightens his suit jacket. You drop your head in a chuckle, before throwing it back in a laugh. It continues to get louder until you’re laughing maniacally.

Then, fast as it came, you stop. And look at him again. “I’m not one of your failed patients.” You tell him with a small grin. You revel in the slight hint of surprise that he gives off at that statement, though it feels hollow. As hollow as the rest of that man’s life must be.

“Then why bother me? What? Did someone you care about die?” He waves you off. “I’ll give you 2k if you leave now, or you can get picked up by security.”

You chuckle. “Security won’t be showing up, I’m afraid.” And you slowly walk back to the door. “Smart, you can collect the money at-“ And you lock the door.

“I’m not interested in money either. I want revenge.” There, clear as day.

“For what?”

“I was healing people who needed it. And then, out of fear of losing business, you decide that my family and I no longer deserve to live?!” You bristle as you hold on to the door knob, feeling the cool brass cut into your hand.

“You were a problem. People need healthcare, if they don’t pay their insurance, how can we afford to help them?”

“BULLSHIT. People don’t need YOUR healthcare! Your healthcare needs PEOPLE. And you can afford to help them just fine, you’d just rather pocket the money and charge them double.”

You turn around and walk back over to the desk. Where the man sits, mildly disgruntled. You consider removing his emotions, but then he won’t feel the fear of what comes next..

“You wanted me out of the way so that you could continue making bank on the misfortune of the working class. No attempts at giving anything back unless someone made you.” You tap on the desk twice, mahogany.

“That makes you the upper class.”

“I-“ You cut him off. “You wanted me out of the way so that no one would pay attention to your greed for a little while longer. You have stolen from every patient that came through your doors looking for aid. But you were always living on borrowed time.” You lean in close. “You stole time and life from your patients and robbed not just them, but also their relatives upon their murders, you denied people their rights.” You glare at him as he moves his mouth, but you removed all his sound.

“That, makes you guilty.”

You stop removing his sound but the first thing that comes out is a scream, not a word.

“AAAAAHHI’M NOT GUILTY!!” He screams out in desperation. “What did you DO TO ME?!” He shouts at you, he sounds terrified.

“I remove ailments. That is what you found so threatening. But trust me, I can remove far more than just that.” And you hop to sit on his desk right as he reaches for what appears to be an emergency Glock hidden in the desk.

You remove the bullets as he aims at you, and discovers what you’ve done when the trigger fails.

“How about we remove the cost of your service?” You ask him happily.

He screams again, falling out of his chair in shock as he discovers that his left leg is gone from the knee down.

“Oh, sorry. Missed a spot.” And you remove his arm as well.

He thrashes on the ground, trying to convey his pain by incoherent speech alone. You kneel down besides him.

“There! An arm and a leg. Now doesn’t that feel better?” You ask him sweetly. He screams again, this time in rage as he attempts to hit you with his only fist. You remove the fist, and he screams again.

You tut as you stand up. “Didn’t your momma teach you any manners?” He attempts to kick you and you remove his toes.

At this point the man doesn’t behave in a coherent fashion anymore. “Bet you wish you had some painkillers now, huh?” You ask mockingly. But as his screams continue to fill your ears, you decide to do yourself a favor, and remove his ability to feel pain.

It takes him a few moments to realise that he’s no longer in agony, but once he does, he gets mad again.

“You think you’re a hero?! Torturing me?!” He shouts.

You grab his Glock and remove any faults it could have, including a lack of ammo. You even make sure to customize it to your heart’s content. “No, but you don’t see yourself as a villain.” You remove all alterations done to the man in the past five minutes minus the state of his brain.

The man shakily gets back up, seemingly shocked to have all his limbs back. Then he sees his gun in your hand, and you raise it up to aim.

“I’d shoot your heart, but when I tried to remove it earlier I couldn’t find it anywhere in there. So your head will have to do.”

And you pull the trigger.

Although healing powers are common, yours is one of the strongest in the world. The hit squad big pharma sends manages to take out your entire family but you survive. Now the world is about to find out that power wasn't the ability to remove ailments…it's true nature is to simply remove.

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