#Second time he was like You're not one of those I identify as a helicopter ones are you?? THERE ARE ONLY TWO GENDERS!!!

[theo-decker]

Dude the expats are absolutely cracked though. Met a total shit-tier loser from Aberdeen, Scotland only a few years older than me, owns a bar in Bangkok, divorced twice, late stage alcoholism with delirium tremens, told me his life story, made one of his longsuffering bar staff change shirts with him as ... A joke (they hate him, I gave them a big tip), then randomly got mad at me so I called a taxi to get out of there.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Introducing... 8 am in the (fucking) neighborhood

Papyrus is back with the groceries.

Unfortunately, his Karen neighbor is still mad at him for ruining her perfect white wall.

Alas, Papyrus is in trouble once again! (or not).

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8 a.m in the neighborhood

Papyrus finally had his groceries. After a long morning that almost felt like an entire year, the house was finally in sight. He took a look at the clock in his car. He had to meet with Undyne at 2 p.m., which meant he would have to leave at precisely 1:38 p.m. to be on time. It would leave him plenty of time to clean the groceries and wait by the door until it was time to leave.

The skeleton turned at the end of the road to park in his alley. Or at least he intended to. Because he had to stop almost immediately.

His two bins were in the middle of the alley again.

Oh no. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Please, please just leave him alone…

A terrible knock on his window made him jump out of his bones. He looked up in disbelief. Here she was once again.

His Karen neighbor.

Papyrus tried to keep his cool. Everyone said he was the most patient monster they had ever met. So he was going to honor them and be patient with her as well. He could do this. He was the Great Papyrus after all!

He forced a smile and rolled down the window.

"DEAR NEIGHBOR, WE MEET AGAIN! IS SOMETHING WRONG?"

"Something wrong? You dare to ask me if something is wrong? You ruined my wall!"

Papyrus turned around. Ah, yes. He almost forgot the amazing crack he made in that horrible perfect clean white house of hers. She was just dramatic. If he closed his eyes hard enough, no one could notice it.

The skeleton rolled his eyes. Where was he? Ah yes, being patient. He was the great Papyrus and according to Tumblr, he was supposed to be nice and always smiling, because cute boys can't be sad or have a bad day. He couldn't betray his Tumblr fans. He needed to stay in his role. Hum… What would his Tumblr fans do in these types of situations?

Oh!

He knew!

"RUINED IS A BIG WORD. YOU COULD EASILY HIDE IT. I SUGGEST YOU PUT A PRIDE FLAG ABOVE IT AS WE ARE IN JUNE, THE PROUDEST MONTH OF ALL!"

Well, for sure, Karen didn't expect that. Her face turned from angry to disgusted very fast. Did he say something wrong?

"You are one of them?"

"THEM?"

"Those people who are identifying to helicopters and wearing pink thongs in the streets. Don't you think you did enough already? You're going to contaminate the children with your… Ideology. We're respectable people in this street, you can't just show your pink string to the children and call that an identity. That's absolutely disgusting."

Papyrus shuts his mouth in a loud bone noise. He took a deep breath, then made a slow turn towards the screen of his phone, hanging to the opposite window of his car.

"DEAR TUMBLR FANS, I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS AS I WILL BE OBLIGED TO USE A LOT OF STRONG WORDS IN THE NEXT FEW SECONDS THAT ARE NOT VERY PAPYRUS AT ALL BUT HOLY FUCK. EXCUSE ME FOR A SECOND."

"Who are you even talking to? Do you hear voices?"

Papyrus forced a huge smile and met her eyes.

"JEEZ LADY, YOU ARE SOMETHING ELSE. I KNEW YOU WERE A RACIST FUCK ALREADY, BUT THAT'S EVEN MORE FUCKED UP SOMEHOW. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN SAYING? DO YOU THINK THIS IS A NORMAL THING TO SAY TO SOMEONE? DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT EDUCATION WHEN YOU HAVE THE LEVEL OF EDUCATION OF AN OYSTER."

She gasped loudly.

"I am not an oyster, you sick asshole!"

"THIS IS NOT THE POINT! YOU COULD BE A MOLLUSK OR A CRUSTACEAN FOR ALL I CARE, THIS DOESN'T CHANGE ANYTHING: YOUR OPINIONS ARE DISGUSTING, HURTFUL, AND DISGRADING. INSTEAD OF BEING JEALOUS OF ME AND MY GROCERIES, WHY WON'T YOU BUY SOME DECENCY TO THE GROCERY STORE? IT'S JUST TWO MINUTES DOWN THE STREET."

"I will talk to your brother about your behavior! If I can't make you realize how wrong you are, maybe he will! I can't believe how immature you are! What a shame for your kind! And gay with all of that! Poor, poor children! What an example you are for them!"

"FIRST OF ALL, I'M NOT GAY BUT ASEXUAL AND AROMANTIC. SECONDLY, I AM AN ADULT AND CAN TALK TO MYSELF. AND LAST…"

"if it can help, i don't identify as a helicopter but i for sure wear bright pink thongs. they're cute." Sans said from the first-floor window, watching the drama show playing in the street. "also, my bro is right. he's not gay. i am though. need something else?"

Karen opened and closed her mouth in shock, like a dying goldfish. She then let out a scream of rage and left, raging. Sans lazily waved goodbye at her as Papyrus, very satisfied, flipped his two middle fingers in her back. Anyway. He still had groceries to clean.

Maybe the day wouldn't be so bad after all.

Fuck Karens.

[noir-renard]

In hindsight, they probably should not have let Damian take the reins on contacting the erratically behaving Batmobile. But Robin is Batman's partner, Damian had argued, and as the current bearer of the name, establishing contact with Batman is my responsibility.

Mostly, Dick just wanted it to be a confidence building exercise. What's the harm? He'd thought. This is standard procedure, he'd assured himself.

When Bruce didn’t answer the voice call on the first ring, the assurance made way for a hint of doubt. When it went straight to voicemail, the doubt grew.

"Try again," Dick suggested.

"I know," Damian snapped.

The second time they called, it was rejected.

"Third time's a charm, that's what I always say," said Tim, already hacking into any satellites close to Bruce’s last know location.

"You would say that," said Jason, who was hanging around pretending he didn't care what happened to Bruce and doing a bad job of it.

Bruce’s hands were probably just busy. And he couldn’t use voice commands. Or some other explanation that they'd all laugh at, someday.

"Call him one more time, Damian."

Fortunately, the call was answered this time.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Bruce.

The face looking back at them from the dash cam face chat was not, in fact, Bruce. Or anyone Dick recognized. It did have some similar qualities that usually ended with Dick saying "You have a problem, Bruce," or "did you really need to adopt another kid?"

"Sorry for hanging up on you guys, this car has like a thousand buttons and none of them are labeled. It's alarmingly easy to accidentally turbo boost the car instead of answer the call—"

"Identify yourself," Damian said pointedly.

"Uh, hi, I'm Danny," said the adoption bait driving the Batmobile, sass levels matching ghost peppers on the scoville scale. "Batman's fine by the way, if you even care—"

Something exploded in the background as the speaker—Danny, apparently—swore and swerved around a corner.

"—or he is for now, but we're in a bit of a pickle."

"Where is Batman?" asked Damian.

"Backseat" —Danny jabbed his thumb behind him to underscore the point— "He's not unconscious but he can't drive—"

"What did you do to him?" Asked Jason.

"Me? I saved his ass is what I did. There I was, kidnapped by a billionaire—typical tuesday stuff, you know how it is—so I was trying to make the most of things and destroy a bunch of projects when BATMAN drops from the ceiling, boots covered in ectoplasm" —Danny paused, cursing as he banked the steering wheel left and avoiding another explosion— "and he wouldnt leave me behind! I had it handled, but we were still hashing out the deets, so to speak, when Vlad comes in, mad about, and I quote, 'corporate espionage', which is hypocritical of him, really—"

Dick didn't catch the next thing Danny said, on account of something green flying through the window and attacking him. Danny didn’t seem surprised by this, just annoyed. He grabbed the green thing (still unidentifiable) by the scruff and through it out the window literally. Without breaking the glass.

"Did you say Vlad?" asked Tim. "As in Vlad Masters?"

"So you have the misfortune of knowing him, too," said Danny, like he wasn't talking about one of the regular topper of the Forbes 200 list.

"Long story short," Danny continued, "I blew up the evil lab and got out of dodge with an injured Batman, you're all very welcome. Now, is there any way you could send, like, a jet? Maybe a helicopter? You guys have one of those, right?"

Dick was rarely speechless, and this was no exception. But he was, perhaps, reaching a state of speechless-adjacent.

How can someone say so much and reveal so little?

"Why do you need air transportation, Danny?" Dick cut in.

"Well, we're kind of in the middle of nowhere, and I figured you probably do all your medical stuff in house anyway, and he might need a blood transfusion—"

"Blood transfusion?" Damian hissed. "He's bleeding?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"You said he was fine!" Tim pointed out. Enthusiastically.

"He's fine-ish? He used something from his belt to stop the gushing, but I doubt it's a long-term solution based on what I know about medical stuff, though admittedly I learned most of it from Grey's Anatomy—"

"Danny, focus," tried Dick.

"Why is he bleeding?" Asked Jason.

Danny shrugged. "Didn't dodge the invisible vampire fast enough, I guess. I was dealing with the bomb at the time."

"Invisible—" Dick took a deep breath. "So it's a puncture wound?"

"More of a piercing slashing kind of deal? What's that?" He turned around and leaned into the backseat, apparently talking to Bruce. "He says it missed the femoral and renal arteries, but may have nicked his spleen? He estimates he has a couple hours until he—oh, I don't think I should tell them that over the phone, Batman—"

"What is it with this family and spleens," Tim mumbled.

Dick wished for a pillow to scream into, but there wasn't time for that kind of personal breakdown mid-crisis. He'd do it later. He already had the pillow selected in his mind (it was a Superman Squishmallow. Perfect for screaming into.)

"We are sending the Batjet to your location immediately—"

"Maybe send it close-ish?" Danny interrupted. "There's a bunch of mountains and trees and ghost-animal-homunculus—homunculi? You get it—"

"I really don't," Dick muttered to himself.

"Anyway, gotta go, this car is kind of a two-hands driving kind of deal, and my sister says distracted driving is a killer. But don't worry! I've never hit anything or been hit by anything the three months I’ve been driving legally, and I only failed it the first three times. How do I hang up…this button? Nope. This one—oh, found the turbo jets, maybe this one—"

The last thing Dick saw was Bruce's gloved hand reaching forward to press the end call button.

"Alfred—"

"The batjet is already ready for takeoff, Master Dick," said Alfred. "I do suggest you hurry, however, as Master Damian has already buckled himself into the pilot's seat."

Dick sighed. One way or another, he had a feeling this was going to end with, if not another brother, then another something. A good story, at least.

Danny’s Wild Ride

Another week, another prompt.

Batman was out investigating a new weapon energy source while the rest of the Batfam was fighting those smuggling said weapons into Gotham. He took the Batmobile, which hadn’t been moving for the last few hours, and is now racing around the surrounding mountains, like a bat out of hell.

So they call the Batmobile. And instead of Batman, they see an bat-doption bait driving the Batmobile. With explosions going off in the background. And Batman with a bleeding head slumped in the passenger seat.

[an-amalgamation-of-things]

On the rooftop

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Summary: The conversation between Alex and Yassen on the rooftop after Yassen has killed Herod Sayle, but from Yassen's point of view 

A/N: The sections in italics have been taken directly from Stormbreaker I wanted to keep their conversation the same but add in Yassen's thoughts from his point of view.

“You’re Yassen Gregorovich,” Alex said. 

Yassen nodded, but didn’t say anything.

“Why did you kill him?”

“Those were my instructions.” A lie. “He had become an embarrassment. It was better this way.” That part at least was true. 

“Not better for him.”

Yassen shrugged, but was very impressed with the fact that Alex was a) not visibly distressed by the sight of Herod Sayle being murdered before his eyes, and b) not intimidated by Yassen enough to stop his sassy comebacks. In many ways, he was just like his father and the thought made a pang of some unidentifiable emotion run through him. 

“What about me?”

He ran his eyes over Alex. “I have no instructions concerning you.” Another lie. His instructions had been explicitly clear. ‘KILL ALEX RIDER’. He remembered the words that he had read on his computer screen just a few hours ago. 

“You’re not going to shoot me too?”

No. Absolutely not. Yassen would never kill Alex, or allow him to be killed if he could stop it.

“Do I have any need to?”

There was a pause as Alex seemed to consider the question.

“You killed Ian rider. He was my uncle.”

Yassen’s expression didn’t change but he was surprised. Ian Rider was dead. That must be how the boy had been unlucky enough to end up getting involved. And Alex thought that he had been the one to pull the trigger. It wasn’t true; no amount of money would have been high enough to make him kill Ian, just like he had defied his orders to kill the youngest Rider to cross his path. 

His mind worked quickly. He didn’t know who had killed Ian Rider, but right now that didn’t matter. Right now the only thing that mattered was the fourteen year old boy standing in front of him, and preventing him from going on another mission. 

He shrugged again. “I kill a lot of people.”

It wasn’t a lie, but it was also definitely not an admission or contradiction to the assassination that he was being accused of.

“One day I’ll kill you.”

That broke his heart. The pang of emotion that he had felt earlier now rushed through him like a tidal wave, and although Yassen Gregorovich was unable to identify it specifically, he knew all of the words that could have been used to describe how he was feeling. Sadness, hurt, remorse, heartbreak, sorrow, lamentation, dejection, grief. He was feeling more emotions than he had felt in years, and it took every bit of his strength and training to keep his face neutral. 

Hunter’s son was standing here, full of, admittedly well concealed, rage and grief that was wrongly being directed at him. In another life, Yassen would have been like an uncle to Alex, but here they were, locked on opposite sides of a war that neither of them had wanted to be dragged into. There are always casualties in war, and they were just two more statistics to be added to the final count.

If he could stop Alex from being used by MI6 in the future, their paths would likely not cross again. Yassen Gregorovich decided that it was a price worth paying if it meant that Alex would be safe and out of MI6’s grasp. Alex Rider could hate him for killing his uncle, but if it meant that Alex would find the closure that Yassen was sure that he needed to stay away from MI6, then his own feelings were irrelevant.

“A lot of people have tried. Believe me, it would be better if we didn’t meet again. Go back to school. Go back to your life. And the next time they ask you, say no. Killing is for grown-ups and you're still a child.” 

It was the same advice that John Rider had given him once. He didn’t look back as he turned and walked over to the helicopter. His face had crumpled the second that he had turned away, and climbing in and strapping himself to the seat, he took a couple of seconds to regain his composure. By the time he looked up at the controls, his face was back to being a blank, emotionless mask. He started the helicopter and then, just before he flew away, he raised a hand at Alex who was standing motionless on the rooftop staring at him. The boy raised a hand in return, and then Yassen flew away. Looking back at the rooftop one final time before flying away, he saw that Alex Rider had gone, leaving the lifeless body of Herod Sayle behind.

Scorpia would not be pleased that he had disobeyed their orders; he had left Alex Rider alive and unharmed, but he would be able to deal with them. He knew that they would be pleased that Sayle was dead - he had become an embarrassment and it was better that he was dealt with once and for all. No, they would not kill him, and Yassen would be able to work on the question that was, even now, gnawing away in his brain. Who had killed Ian Rider? It might take him a while, but it was a question that he would find out the answer to, and then, maybe, he would be able to reconcile with Alex.

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Going forwards' : new chapter for "New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

'Going forwards'

Chapter Summary : Bell woke up again at Park's desk after reliving an memory who was the source of her nickname that she despited

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I was breathing a lot....breathings filled with anger, rage and an envy to destroy everything around me. I was standing in a room where....there has been a slaughter....made by me.....this supposed day I saved Freya from the NIS. The place, it was looking like a mountain chalet in Norway and the only thing I could hear around me was just the silence of death that striked the place down....my death silence.

In the room I was, there were 3 dead people : the first one was just next to me, filled with at least 10 bullets holes from an assault rifle that I had in my hands, the second one....had his throat cut by an knife that was still in it, the man was holding his throat to contain the blood in vain. The third one was just shot in the head, a simple bullet between the eyes and he was next to the chimney, burning down. In this rooms, the only smell present was the blood...almost everywhere, even on my own hands.

However, there were still one agent still alive but badly wounded : two bullets in the legs and trying to crawl next to a desk. I saw him and I walked towards him, stopping him in his course and then, I grabbed him by the collar.

"You..." I started, breathing ".....have make the biggest mistakes of your life !" I exclaimed before I punched him in the head

"Miss, I swear." The man pleaded, scared as hell was getting to him

"Don't fuckin' sw, ear, you son of a bitch !" I yelled, punching him again. I could feel all the anger in my voice and I was holding with all my strengh "You dared to touch Freya and to badly hit her."

"I didn't hit her." He said to me but I didn't buy on his words and with my right feet, I started to crush his wounded left leg, causing him to scream in pain and some blood to come out of his mouth.

"Bullshit, I saw in you that you're lying." I told him, putting him closer to me.

"I'm telling the truth : it's my men who did this." He tried to convince me but he was just worsening his own case by indirectly giving me a bad revelation.

"You're the man in charge, so you're the one who hit her." I sniffed, catching my breath "Why ?"

"She didn't...." He cut himself, looking around him before I make him look at me and at my eyes in fury "She didn't want to talk."

"And you decided to hit her like that ?" I asked, in rage.

"We had no choices." He replied, breathing heavily "She was an traitor so she will been treated like that." By this, I started with my left hand to take a knife that was strapped to my outfit and once it was in my hand, I showed him the knife.

"Then...." I took a deep breath "I will give you no choices !" With my knife, I moved to strike him directly right into the left eye, getting the knife in it.

He screamed to death as I was spinning the knife inside of his head before I moved it to strike the other eye and repeating the same process making him fully blind before I stopped, removing the knife off his head. He was still screaming, hurting my ears before I decided to finish him, planting the knife between the two eyes, finally stopping the screaming and killing him for good. Once I was done, I removed myself from him to sit down against the desk.

I looked around the room, realizing the mess I have made and the brutality I showed to these guys....not a damn mercy kill....all killed by brutal ways. I put my eyes to my hands, revealing all the blood that was inside my hands....fully-blooded. I was catching back my breath before the door of the room opened : it was Perseus himself along with some soldiers who were stunned to see me and what happened to the room.

"Yirina !" Perseus exclaimed, not moving as I slowly put my head up to look at him. "You did make me proud of you."

"That's not what I wanted." I said, getting up, taking back my knife along the way.

"You showed the NIS that we're not a force to underestimate." He told me, looking at the ceilling. "By now, you will be....'The Winter Soldier'." He smiled at me but I wasn't sharing that smile. "A soldier that are not showing any signs of mercy, who is brutal and deadly."

"That's not what I am." I whispered loudly

"Look around you, don't tell me you enjoyed it." He approached me, trying to give me a 'friendly' tap on my shoulder.

"Where's Freya ?" I asked

"In the helicopter, awaiting for you but first...." He responded, getting behind me.

"No..." I cut him straight before I started to walk out of the room slowly? "I'm done here, I need to join her." I then left the room as others soldiers were checking the rooms, realizing the brutal scenes I have made until I got out of the chalet with an question in hand as I was rechecking my hands,

"What I have done ?"

I slowly opened my eyes back to the reality, my head still covered by my hood and still in my arms. I moved my head to look back around and there were no one around...just me alone, waking up from my sleeping. Inside my head, I was troubled to have seen those memories back : I could finally know who was that girl on the third picture I have recovered to Belikov's place. She was named Yirina Portnova and she was also in my team along with Zasha but....where is she now ?

The second memory were during my first time in the safehouse three years ago and it was weird to relive it like it was the first time. There's memories of that time that I can't even remember right. The third one was the most troubling to remember : seeing myself kill all of these peoples with extreme brutality....no, I can't be like that, I'm not like that. I was blinded by my rage, I did this because someone close to me was hurt....shit, I'm realizing that I'm brutal when my friends are hurt.....but I was never like that in a normal situation.

When I regained consciousness of the situation, I passed my hands through my hair and face before I stand up from my chair with my cup of coffee in hands to get another one. I was still troubled by the memory when I walked to the coffee machine and I tried to remove that scene from my head but it was impossible...still seeing myself planting my knife into that guy.....and seeing Perseus before he gave me that name that is still here....

"Think to something else, Yiri !" I said to myself as my cup was filled again with coffee.

I walked back to Park's desk, sitting back on my chair before drinking my coffee as my look was on the last cardbox we needed to work on. I decided, since no one was still awake to work on it on my own. Once I was finished with my coffee, I started to get the paper out of the box to work on them. By the odds, these papers allowed me to have more infos about the buyers but still, no means to identify them : R.D was someone making his moves in the United States, A.R was instead doing his own either in Iran or in Irak and H.S....well, he was moving around the world so much that each delivery he got was in an different place.

I was at the middle of finding more infos of the box when I started to hear some footsteps coming from the dorm. I stopped myself to look who it was before I realize that it was Park herself, making her ponytail behind her head with her hands.

"Hey..." She started in a low voice, having see me at her office.

"Hi." I waved to her, smiling

"You didn't came to sleep ?" She asked, finishing with her ponytail

"I was going to work on the last box before I fell asleep on the desk." I replied as she started to walk to the fridge to grab something to eat and then back to me once she had what she wanted. "Did get myself back to work when I woke up."

"You could have wait us, you know ?" She said before she surprised me by putting her hand behind my neck as she decide to land a little cold kiss on my left cheek. At first, it surprised me since we talked about not doing this in public but since it was only the two of us in here, I understand that.

"Been cheeky, are we, Park ?" I said, joking to her and she laughed silently

"With you, how I can't be ?" She added, making me blush and laugh before she started to look at the papers that was on the table "Something new ?"

"Well." I grabbed a paper where I wrote everything useful to us "Those buyers are operating from the US for R.D, from Iran and Irak for A.R and almost everywhere for H.S."

"So, Perseus is maybe planning something in the US, supplying both sides of the Iran-Irak war and for H.S, could be anything." She took the paper in hand, checking it closely before I was wondering something

"Wait, the Iran-Irak war is not done ?" I asked, confused. "It begins in 1980, right ?" She nodded,

"The conflict is still raging on but no big progress from both sides since 1982." She replied, taking a bit of the thing she has taken. "With Perseus, there could be something bad happening." I stopped myself when I heard 'bad', making me remember that scene.

"You remember the memory when I mentioned what happened with the NIS ?" She looked at me, curious "I have relived that day."

"And....how it was ?" She questioned me, worried by the look of my face

"I have done one man army slaughter on those guys, killing them with no mercy and the last guy.....it was so brutal." I breathed, thinking about it again. "I still see that vision with the blood on my hands." I looked at my glovesless hands and at my horror, I was seeing that blood back on me, making me panick.

"Stay calm, Yirina." Park intervened, pulling her hand on my shoulder before she put her hand around my head to make me look at her "Look at me." She said as I was still having my eyes on my hands. "Yirina !" She added, causing me to look at her.

"What I have done ?" I whispered, saying the same sentence before my memory ended "I can't be a monster."

"Take a breath." She ordered me, getting the back of her left hand on my face "Don't think about it, you're not like that."

"I...I don't know..." I said, not sure before she put her index finger in front of my lips

"Ssshhhh." She grinned a little "Don't think about it, you're a good person, you're a good woman." She repeated before she removed herself from me, getting back on her seat as some people go out of the dorm : it was Adler followed then by Sims, Woods & Mason "Stay positive !" She whispered to me

"I will try." Thanks to her, I was able to calm myself down in my seat as the other were starting to do their things at their workplaces as Park was awaiting for me to continue with me.

"Then, let's get to work, shall we ?" She said, enthusiast and smiling at me. I nodded before I started to get a file out of the box and on it, it was marked something.

"Nuit Blanche - West Berlin ?" I said, it was the thing marked in red on the file. I then opened it to see something resembling a records file. "I guess that we know exactly who is our Bonne Blue." I added, giving the file to Park. 'Bonnie Blue' was an nickname used by an Perseus agent named Bonnie Harless stationed in West Berlin and the worst about it.....

"Shit, she was an ex-MI6 agent." Park exclaimed before looking at me "Wait, I remember her."

"Really ?" I raised an eyebrow

"Well, in my first years in the MI6, I had a few missions with that Bonnie Harless until in 1978 where I learned that she resigned from us after an foiled operation." She replied, giving me well detailled infos about that woman. "Now, I understand why she has resigned."

"She's leading the arms trafficking operations of Perseus." I affirmed before Park gave me back the file in hands. "And 'Nuit Blanche' could be a place !"

With the file back in my hands,I turned my chair around to see the dashboard and without any hesitations, I got up from my chair to walk to the dashboard. Once I was near it, I looked around for an empty space on it and after a few seconds, I finally found the perfect place to put the file on : just next to a West-Berlin map.

"Making yourself useful ?" I could recognized Adler's voice towards me, still sounding annoyed for me.

"Shut up, I'm thinking." I exclaimed, looking at the map, trying to found where and if there were an place called 'Nuit Blanche'. I found nothing before I turned around to look at everyone.

"Does anyone know a place called 'Nuit Blanche' in West-Berlin ?" I asked loudly and calm, causing everyone to gather near Adler's desk, curious. "Anyone ?" I looked at each one of them, trying to find if someone has something.

"Wait." Sims was the one to call me out

"You have something ?" I said, looking at him

"There's a nightclub in West-Berlin called 'Nuit Blanche'." He replied before looking at me, wondering about why I asked that "Why ?"

"Me & Park found that 'Bonnie Blue' was someone called 'Bonnie Harless. She is leading Perseus arms trafficking operations around the world." I responded, giving part of the success to Park as she was helping me.

"Bonnie Harless was an MI6 agent before she resigned from us in 1978." Park intervened, getting next to me "As I know, she's an expert on this domain since she was mainly making operations about it."

"She could have seen the oppurtunity to make more money with Perseus." Woods exclaimed, crossing his arms above his chest.

"So, we're facing an old MI6 agent that became an arms dealer for Perseus and that operates in West Berlin ?" Mason asked, I nodded

"'Nuit Blanche' is one of the most hyped nightclub in the city but with those infos, he could serve as an perfect front for Perseus." Sims added, passing his hand through his forehead, removing his baseball cap along the way. "A perfect place hidden in West-Berlin, an big occasion for Perseus to lay low."

"Must say that this woman got some balls to do her business while she's in public." Woods said loudly, causing everyone to look at him weirdly "What ?" He looked at us, confused

"So what are we doing now ?" Adler asked to me

"Since we know now who is 'Bonnie Blue' and where is she operating exactly, we could try to infiltrate the place." I suggested, wondering if they were going to approve

"Good idea, we're making like a heist or something ?" Mason raised an eyebrow

"No, it's too risky." Park replied, looking at him "If we want to infiltrate this place, we will have to go without our military gear and nothing too suspicious."

"Like normal civilians that came to dance ?" Sims asked as I was trying to think, putting my left hand on my chin

"Or some buyers ?" Mason added and it was a good idea from him to think about it. I snapped my left hand fingers at hearing this from him.

"Exactly, we can say that we are some buyers wanting to make business with her." I exclaimed and somehow, Adler approved of the idea,

"That could work but there's a problem." He said, dabbing his right hand on his desk, still sit on it.

"Which is...." I started, not wanting to finish my own sentence

"With that, we can't all enter like that : I think we need only 2 persons to enter as the others are outside, making the communications and doing the exfiltration." He affirmed and he was right...for once....with Mason's idea, we needed 2 volunteers to go in.

"I'm going in." I told everyone, raising my hand like that without any hesitation.

"I would have liked to but I can't take a risk." Park said with an sad voice, letting me wonder why she can't come in with me. "Since she was from the MI6 and that I have make some missions with her, she can recognize me." Shit....something I didn't plan but I think she can be near in case of troubles and then.....

"I'm going inside." I hear Adler's voice and when I looked at him, he was raising his hand too....maybe to mock me as his hand was acting stupid.

"You're serious ?" I exclaimed, shocked to see him propose himself

"Yes, why I can't be serious ?" He got up from his desk, raising an eyebrow, with an stupid look.

"I don't know, maybe you don't believe in me at all." I replied to him, with the most serious voice I could use

"You're right, I don't believe you at all and I would like to see you getting useful again." He scoffed and I stayed calm at him, not wanting to punch him....stay calm, Yiri....The others weren't willing to debate about who will have to enter the nightclub as me & Adler proposed themselves.

"If you're going...." Park started, facing Adler himself "Don't do anything stupid that could harm Yirina and putting all of us in danger." She then poked him "Because if you do, I'm killing you myself."

"Whatever !" He exclaimed before he turned around to look at Sims, Woods and Mason "You three, you try to found more intels about that place." He looked to Park "You, find more about that Bonnie Harless." Then, to me "And you.....get yourself useful for the moment and help Park."

"I have a name, it's not fucking complicated !" I rolled my eyes, annoyed that he can't tell my name

"Which one you're preferring ? The one I prefer the most or the one I hate the most ?" He asked before Park looked at him with deadly eyes "Pff...get to work in no time." He exclaimed before he sat back to his chair as the others were walking away to work.

I was returning with Park to her desk to work further on the last box since we weren't finished with it at all. I looked at her, still thinking that I'm going to be teamed with Russell Adler, the man who got me shot and left for dead and we will have to act like nothing happened. I took a deep breath before I spoke,

"Bloody hell !"

[judgement-free-sideblog]

Ghosts from the rainforest

Captain James Conrad x Reader

Summary: A simple rescue mission will bring him back to a place full of nightmares, and maybe this time he could find redemption. Situated in 1975, 2 years after the events of Skull Island.

Warnings: Violence, blood, wounds, mentions of war, cursing, implied smut, smoking, angst.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

I finally manage to write the end to this tiny fic, I hope you like it, and I'm going to start on my ideas for a Jonathan Pine adventure, but I haven't decide yet.

Chapter 7: Fever [Final]

The helicopter was already on motion, and the rescue crew that Brooks had sent for you were charging everything for the trip. The guys were excited to finally going back home, the Celebes Sea was ahead of you in the military base you were staying, and waiting in the Pacific the majestic USS Constellation  (CV-64) waiting to take all of you home.

Home? A country that had make more damage and taken everything from you, your family, and had force you to live away to mend some of the atrocities they had committed in the name of freedom.

"Not looking so charming today are we?" You said to him once he walked in your room to pick up your bags, you have finally stop the hostilities after he had offered you his shoulder to cry while you mourned Shukri on his funeral and after all the physical torture he had endured so you could safely leave Borneo.

He had been clear about letting you stay if that was what you wanted, and even when the rest of the crew asume you were coming back to USA, he knew you would have to say goodbye sooner or later, so instead of telling him all the things your heart was keeping from him you kept teasing him and pretending the chopper was not waiting for him.

"I have a minor headache love, but it's okay, are you ready to say goodbye?" He said and you noted how his temple had a few wrinkles, he was trying to smile over the pain in his head "It's a shame you don't come with us, I have a lot of things I wanted to show you" he grabbed your hand and all your alarms started to scream.

"Conrad are you okay?" Those words were all you have hoped for, however the radiant heat from his skin told you he was not exactly fine. "Dear God you are burning up" You said touching his head and looking desperately for a thermometer in your belongings.

"I like you too doctor, but why don't we wait until we get to the ship, we can share a bunk bed" He was definitely not himself.

"103° damn it Conrad!" You said, and for some oddly reason remember the night he told you about Randa and how much he complained about mosquitoes while he was dressing "Look at me, I'm not kidding, did you take Chloroquine before we leave Malaysia? I told you guys you had to..."

He nodded negative, and before he could speak he simply throw up in the nearest trash bin, making you suspect of the worst, specially since all the medicine was now gone and the only viable solution now was the aircraft carrier in the middle of the Pacific waiting for you.

"Also you have perfect legs you know that? I could spend my life sleeping on them." He kept saying things like that while you helped him to the heliport "Come here princess your prince charming needs your love" he said trying to kiss you.

"Later dear, preferably when you're not dying or smelling like vomit" you tried to stop him.

"Well you didn't mind me covered in dirt and sweat" He tried again but he stopped to scream "Reg! I love you man, you are like a son to me" and also tried to kiss the boy on the forehead.

"What happened to the Captain?" Slivko asked concerned once you help him to board the chopper while carrying his luggage and your medical bag.

"I have no idea, but I'm afraid it might be Malaria" you said bluntly and all of them looked concerned at you, while he vomited again "Do you have medical equipment here?" You asked the pilot and he only raised his thumb while you make sure he was steady on the helicopter floor, and almost didn't feel the machine take off while you tried to put an IV on his arm.

After one hour that felt like ten you could no longer see the island, only the immensity of the Pacific, and growing in the horizon the USS Constellation, even when you despised war and everything it represented the enormous carrier was enough to let you speechless, specially when a team of nurses and a doctor was already with a stretcher waiting for him.

"It's going to be ok James" you told him holding his hand while the experts rushed him inside.

"You really like men to die quite literally for you right?" He tried to joke, fighting the impulse of vomiting again, "Hey it's okay, I have to take care of you remember?" He smiled and you hold his hand trying to not get on the way of the medical staff, but he was too weak and fall asleep.

After they had stabilized his temperature, and take samples of his blood to determine the pathogen they let you in, the beds inside the medical bay of the ship were oddly spacious, and you could be sited next to him without any other person listening.

"Y/N?" He asked opening his beautiful eyes, "Hey it's okay love, I'm feeling better" He said and tried to reach for the glass of water on the table.

"Let me" You said and put it closer to him, "I know, once they identify the plasmodium they will know what is the best treatment for you, they take test and interrogate all of us, don't tell him I told you but Reles almost passed out when he saw the needle " He attempt to laugh but was still weak so he only smiled.

"Well is rewarding seen you on my dead bed, I'm quite honored, tears look oddly beautiful on you" He said and a small smile form in your lips.

"And you are still delirious" You said looking for a piece of cloth, and cold water from the sink to put on his head. "Here, try to rest, I'll come see you later" you told him but before your hand could leave his head he hold you still "What?"

"I might be dying, so you owe me at least listening me like adults" He said forcing you to stay next to him.

"You are not dying" you said trying to sound like it didn't matter and failing miserably "you are not, but fine. Let's talk" you concede.

"I'm sorry" he started contrary to what you had expected. "I had no idea how you looked before we met, and i was under no circumstances trying to seduce you to lure you back to America" you blush and regret your decision to stay by his side.

"I'm sorry too" You responded after a while "You have done so much helping me, even when half of the trouble I caused was preventable if I haven't trusted in the wrong people." You said and he hold your hand softly, he didn't want to hear about that, and you knew it so you took all the courage you have to continue. "And I'm sorry I over reacted, I am so used to people coming to me with second intentions that I just pushed you away to avoid getting hurt, and I just end up making other people hurt you"

"I'm sorry I make you come to the ship, I knew you wanted to stay" he said sincerely.

"It's okay, I have to make sure you stay alive, you know for the boys, maybe working at Monarch with you and Brooks won't be so bad"

"Well you can always run away from us in Hawaii, or maybe... we could run away together" He gave you a pleading look, and for moment you could imagine that life, keep running away, by his side, the soldier that never came home, and the idealist doctor, and keep leaving ghosts in every island, trying to find happiness apart from the world, but together. He kissed you, but this time it wasn't a lusty hunger kiss, nor passionate and angry like before, it was reassuring and you knew no matter what your answer was, he was on your side, for the first time you had someone on your side "So what do you say?"

But you couldn't answer because out of nowhere your stomach make you nauseous and you rush to the toilet to empty its content.

"Are you okay dear?" He screamed from the bed "I'm trying bloody hard to not take this as criticism"

"I'm okay, but I'm going to check your tests and start taking the pills before I end up confessing my sins on the fever like you" you said and walked out of the bathroom to saw him "We can talk later" you assure him.

You marched inside the medical office and started to look in the cabinets, when the young doctor that had received Conrad walked in.

"I'm sorry, I start feeling the symptoms and I thought it would be better if I start on the chloroquine before it gets worse" you excuse yourself.

"That would be great, if any of you had Malaria" he said offering you a seat that you take since he speak with a Texan accent and an authoritarian voice that made up from his young face "But we test all of you and what our SAS friend has is more likely a stomach flu from some bad shrimp, I was just on my way to tell him." He said and you sigh in relief, but also concerned about your own symptoms

"Oh that's great, but I start barfing too, and I didn't had the shrimp last night" you said and he took out a small file with your name that the nurses had put together earlier.

"Well it may be motion sickness, we are in a boat after all, or maybe... you told the nurse you didn't remember when was your last period?" He said looking the file.

"Well we have been in the jungle almost a month so I wasn't exactly counting" you tried to joke.

"The change of environment can trigger the vomit, or if you had sex in the past three weeks you might be pregnant" He smiled and all the weight of the world fall into your shoulders instantly. "In any case you should rest and let alone my medical cabinets, go with nurse Matthews she will give you some vitamins" he said but you were not longer listening.

No, it couldn't be that, right? You tried to convince your mind, but deep down you knew it was true, what would he think? He was a soldier, a man of the field, not a father, and you were obviously not a mother, what will happen now? Now that he wanted to run away in the world next to you, a baby had a place on that plan?.

Two days later Conrad was out of the medical bay and trying to approach you, offering you a fresh start from the afternoon you pause all those weeks ago in Malaysia.

But the stolen kisses on the hallways, and his nightly incursions on your cabin only made it harder for you to find a way to come clean about your news, even when the idea had already sink in your mind, because it was a baby, and it was his baby, how could you not be happy and grateful? Yet you haven't say anything to him.

Four days later he had spend the whole day walking on the deck with you, like if the planes and choppers were an appropriate sighting for a date.

"We'll be in Hawaii soon" He started "If you want to go out for a walk in the morning and get lost in the jungle we have to star planning now" he said and you were looking at the ocean trying to make up your mind.

"Maybe... I was wondering about the work you do at Monarch, maybe I will give it a chance" you start not sure how the whole we are having a baby situation will fit in your speech "I mean if you want to travel the world it might help to have a paying job for a while" you were nervously touching your hands.

"Of course, also when the baby comes I would like to have a proper house for him to be... or she, I don't care you know? as long as they're healthy" he said and you nodded yes.

"Yeah of course... what??" You look at him and he had the most radiant smile on his face, and he was clearly holding his laugh and apparently tears, of joy? "How do you know?

"Well nurse Matthews saw us kissing and then she complained about how Children this days keep having children out of wedlock" he said and you hide your face on your hands.

"I was really going to tell you... for real is just..." but you didn't have the words in you, and the tears were running on your face

"I know, it's fine, I mean is a little soon but if I'm honest I'm tired of running, and after all we've been trough I couldn't imagine a single person to share this experience with" He said cleaning the tears from your face.

"You sure?" You asked again, needing to hear it from his mouth.

"I'm sure, I fall in love with you when I saw you scaring local vendors in Malaysia and then fighting guerilla liders in Borneo, I even loved you when you vomit after kissing me for real, I'm completely taken by you Y/N"

"I fall in love with you too James" you said, and his expression got serious for a moment. "What?"

"Nothing, is just that I'm going to miss Prince Charming" he said giving you again the disarming smile that had started all this adventure.

The end

@damalseer

@kinghiddlestonanddixon (I hope you like the end)

[myxherokacchan]

Hey! You're writing is awesome! I actually started writing some scenarios because I got inspired and haven't written in awhile, so thanks! I was wondering if you could write one with Aizawa getting super possessive because his s/o is getting a lot of male fans while working as a pro-hero? A little NSFW would be appreciated, but not necessary!

Thank you @bakusquadup for requesting and being such an angel and doing a Kirishima request for me! I loved it and I hope you like yours (ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ

Under the cut because violence & I added some steam for you love

Aizawa, Shouta ( Eraserhead )

You weren’t the most popular pro-hero, never caring on making it to the top rankings, you didn’t like all the attention that came with the popularity and you disliked the media’s antics. You showed up to a fight when you were called or needed and disappeared before the cameras either showed up or got a good look at you, maybe that was why you caught Aizawa’s attention. He first noticed you scurrying away when he himself was doing the exact same after a noisy villain fight, he hadn’t known that he’d see you again so soon when you showed up to a meeting at Yuuei with your brother. Seeing who you were related to really pique his interest, he didn’t know Ryo Inui had any siblings and Aizawa had been working with him for years now. You were private and so was he. With that being said, while the meeting turned into the pro-heroes having a nice reunion with one another, Aizawa slipped away with you.

Ever since, you and him have been nothing but inseparable and have been officially together now for two years. You loved him, you knew you did but the two of you have yet to express such raw feelings, despite the time spent between one another.

TING!TING!

Your cellphone went off and it was Shouta. You smiled to yourself when you read his message, a simple and quick message that expresses that he cares; ‘Be safe.’ You hummed out while replying, sending him a fast ‘you too’ and continued on with your patrol with your agency, ever since Hero Killer Stain’s video leakage, villainous activity has only increased. “I smell blood!” You suddenly belted, pointing in the direction of the intense iron smell heavy in the air, your heightened sense of smell helped identifying as well as locating villains. The Inui family bloodline passed down quirks relating to canines, your brother was the Hound Hero “Hound Dog” and you the Wolf Hero “Rabid Dog”. Luckily for you, you didn’t have the same appearance as some if not most of your family members but when you activated your quirk there was no mistaking that you belonged in the family.

“Y/N! Getting calls from a few agencies they all need help immediately, gang violence broke out in the middle of the streets!” One of your partners added a worried look on their cheeks while spilling the news. You nodded and everyone began to take off in different directions, they knew you could handle yourself and you knew they could as well, everyone went to help where it was needed. Before getting closer to the incident where the blood smelled the worst, you activated your quirk and began to release loud howls while your whole body began to change into a large wolf standing on two legs. Using the dagger sharp claws you now bore, you climbed up the side of a building going in for a sneak attack, they would never expect what had just made those terrifying sounds to come from above. You scanned the surrounding area, trying to find who was a target and who would be friendly fire if you just ran in blindly. There were three hostages, used to be more by what you saw from your hiding spot, and they were huddled against a street lamp.

The villains must have wanted to use the remaining hostages as leverage before killing again but you weren’t about to let that happen! Using your much more powerful back legs, you sent yourself flying right into the middle of the group of Ne'er-do-wells. With your massive size, it was easy to take down two of the villains at once, using your large mouth full of jagged fangs to rip open the jugular of the one most unlucky. Your large hand holding five very sharp claws stabbed into the other unlucky villain’s stomach who was standing too close to the other now being held within your mouth. You lifted from the ground and glared down the remaining four who stared in horror at the massive wolf with blood dripping from it’s jowls, blood lust filling it’s glowing yellow eyes. One passed out from fear, another dropped to their knees begging for their life and the other two ran in the opposite direction and right into the hands of the police who saw the opportunity to jump in and join the ambush you created. And in the blink of an eye, you had saved those hostages and helped the police at the same time, who thanked you when you deactivated your quirk.

The bad thing about your quirk was when you changed into a large wolf without taking off your clothes, you would usually be left utterly naked. Which was a whole other reason why you didn’t want the media around. “Hero! Hey! Hero! Can we get an interview?!” Just like a virus, the media showed up when you didn’t expect it. You froze. ‘S-Shit!’ You screamed in your head, you lost track of time and didn’t even realize the media was already in the surrounding area, and then a bright light from above shined down on your exposed body, a news helicopter directly above. “Somebody get this savior some cover!” Tsukauchi screamed suddenly appearing out of no where behind the flashing lights, you knew him because of both Shouta and Toshinori. A familiar face, you reached for him and he covered you, knowing too well how you hated the media just as much as Shouta did. He got a blanket from a near by volunteer and lead you to his personal car, packing you in and when you were finally alone you realized you dropped your phone, again for the hundredth time.

You blinked slowly, “……Shouta is going to kill me…..”

It’s been a week since you made your official appearance as a new and amazing pro-hero in the media, the one video of you exploding all over the internet and you hated it. Not all of it, but you really didn’t like getting recognized wherever you went and the random groups of fans who wanted to see you transform into the wolf they saw in that damn video. Shouta hated the whistles and cat calls you got even if you were out with him and the sudden appearance of more eyes looking at you longingly. “Hey it’s Rabid Dog!! You are so hot! Can I get a picture, can I put my arm around you!?” Your eyes widened at the sudden request blurted out by the fan, he was walking with a few others, noticed you walking with Shouta down the other side of the road and came running blurting that nonsense! Shouta suddenly side stepped in between you and the fan, his brows furrowed down very harshly as he glared his disfavor at the other man. Hiding you safely behind him and away from the grabby hands of this man, hoping he wasn’t going to have to fight a civilian, a very quiet yet threatening grumble escaping him. “O-Oi…I-I’m s-sorry s-s-s-ir…!” The fan choked out backing away slowly before turning around and scrambling back to his group. Shouta grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you in another direction than the one the two of you were once going.

“S-Shouta! W-Wait!” You huffed out, he was practically running down the street while you were trying not to trip and fall behind him. He stopped when he realized he was literally dragging you, growled to himself for getting so worked up over this and suddenly pushed you against the brick wall just outside of his apartment. He dragged you all the way back home, so much for the snack run! “Sho-” He stopped you with a rough kiss on the lips, muffling the rest of your words, he continued to kiss you roughly for a few more seconds before pulling away and looking down at you with a pained expression. Which you returned, immediately placing tender hands on his cheeks, your thumb touching the scar on his face while you tried to search for the answer in his eyes. However he closed them both and nuzzled his face against one of your palms in response before opening his eyes again, the look he gave making your breath hitch in your throat. It was that look he gave whenever he wanted you and you felt that usual blush you always got under that gaze spread on your face.

“You’re mine Y/N…..” His voice low and very serious, “….I won’t share you, not now or ever.” His words made the blush on your cheeks deepen, he had never expressed himself in such a degree and your heart began to beat so fast it stung your chest. Two years with this man and you were still so moved by him, and utterly, deeply in love with him. He pushed his lips against yours again, less harsh but just as needy, if not more. His lips molded into yours so perfectly and he tasted like the coffee he finished just before they took their walk, delicious. His hands slithered up and down the sides of your body, feeling up every part of you as much as he could while pressing him own body into yours. He pulled back and his lips tugged at your bottom lip, sending chills down your spine, goosebumps slightly prickling your skin, he made you feel so euphoric with just a kiss.

“……I…..I love you…” You whispered between the continuous kissing, it just slipped out because it was utterly true. Your eyes snapped open just to find that he was already staring widely at you in return. The look on his face was of pure shock, but he quickly turned around hiding that said look and started dragging you by the wrist again this time inside of his home. “L-Look! You don’t have to say anything back! I…. I just wanted you to know how I felt!” You tried to explain, feeling your heart screaming in your chest while beating too quickly. He pushed you gently inside first, shutting and locking the front door behind the two of you before turning to face you again, a smirk on his slightly pink dusted cheeks. “S-Shouta…?” He stepped over to where you stood, still not replying to you or your confession, making your mind and heart do flips. Still without any words, he began to pull off his sweater and tossed it on the floor, his hands reaching the hem of your own shirt right after, tugging on the fabric. You lifted your arms and he pulled the shirt off, tossing it next to his own on the floor, beckoning you to come even closer. You pressed your skin against his own when you embraced him, the warmth of your upper bodies calming you a little more now, while you tried to figure out his actual reaction.

Suddenly his lips brushed against your jawline, his facial tickling your skin in such a wonderful way, you bit your lower lip at the sensation, feeling any sort of negativity slowly start to melt away as he peppered even more kisses on your skin. He worked his way down your neck until he found that sensitive sweet spot that made your eyes roll back and gave it all of his attention, a hand of his tangling within your hair. Your voice echoed through the empty apartment and your own hands caressed all over his exposed upper body, feeling him up as he did you beforehand. He groaned into your skin, loving your touch on his body but pulled his face away from your neck just as another groan escaped you to look down at your face again, this time through hooded lids. He was beyond excited, you could tell by his expression, the way he was breathing and the stiffness being rubbed against your stomach.

He bit as his own lower lip as it curved into a devious smirk which opened a few seconds after to allow his tongue to lap at both of your lips longingly. He pulled away slightly, giving your lips a little time to recover, he decided to finally reply to you, “let me show you…. just how much I love you.”