#ah shoot the only thing Jess and I have in common is that no one likes us

[ann7531]

Nancy Drew: Alibi in Ashes:

Nancy:

Bess, Tony likes you. Go talk to her and find out what she knows about the fire.

Nancy:

Ned, Deirdre likes you. Go on a date with her and see if she was involved in setting me up.

Nancy:

George!.. Er... Will you look after Togo for me?

[a-square-minus-one]

Honey 5

Sexual suggestiveness ahead. Please be aware that this story is Rated M and meant only for those 18 years and older.

“Your brother?” Nightwing asks, leaning back in his seat. Raven watches as his eyes glaze over. He’s running through plans in his head before she even gives him a full account of their opponent. Raven nods, although Nightwing isn’t fully paying attention at this point. She looks at all her teammates who are much more attentive.

“I will assume that you do not hold brotherly affection for this man?” Starfire asks. Raven nods again. 

“Trigon has fathered hundreds of sons after me, but the six following me are the most powerful. Each of their powers coincide with the seven deadly sins.”

“But there are only six of them?” Garfield asks, his folded hands are supporting his chin as he leans in close. 

“I’m the seventh,” Raven says. That stops the questions for a few moments.

“But you powers aren’t-” Cyborg pauses, rubbing his bald head. “Sinly?”

Raven quirks her eyebrows. “Shooting black energy from my fingertips not dark enough for you?”

“You know what I mean,” Cyborg grumbles. Raven nods.

“The pride within you is tangible to me; I can manipulate it,” Raven says, crossing her legs. The team looks at her with parted lips. It was like their questions hung like weights on their lower jaw. She sighs. “I can play with the levels of pride in you so that it obscures all other systems. Biological. Mental. Emotional.”

“Wait, so you can sense how proud we are?” Garfield asks. Raven nods. “You must have a joy ride with boy wonder over there.” 

Nightwing scoffs. Garfield lifts his hands up, not even trying to erase his crooked smile.  

“Why have you never used this power before?” Nightwing asks, finally escaping the wheel that’s turning in his head.

“Why haven’t I turned someone into something they’re not?” Raven asks, hoping that in asking the question, Nightwing already found his answer. Nightwing seems to understand her as he leans back in his seat. Raven still feels the need to answer as the rest of her team stares at her expectantly.

“The villains we face rarely have a deficiency in pride. Besides, pride is a tricky thing. Given too much you will become foolish and illogical, convinced you have the right answer to everything. But given just enough,” Raven lets her eyes linger over Nightwing. “You become a detail oriented, confident leader.” Nightwing bows his head gracefully.

“The thing is, there is no set amount of pride that divides the foolish people from the well adjusted. Most of us have momentary spikes in our pride. There is no telling whether these spikes are good or bad. It’s dependent on how people use it. I don’t have the foresight to tell you how someone will react if they’re made more proud.”

“‘Cept for Adonis,” Garfield says, then blushes when all eyes turn to him. “What? That guy is always one spike of pride away from falling on his own sword.” Raven ponders that and shrugs.

“I’m not in the occupation of guessing someone’s limits. Besides it’s different when he’s in animal form.”

“How?” Garfield asks, leaning into the conversation. Raven pauses.

“My ability to sense emotions works best on humans.”

“You are able to sense mine,” Starfire chimes in. Raven nods at her.

“Things like happiness and sadness essentially feel the same in all beings. Between full human beings, the difference in how they feel emotions is almost imperceptible. But your body is wired differently. You’re Tamaranean and I have not enough access to Tamaraneans to get any baseline data on what your emotions read like. For example, your powers are connected with your ability to feel happiness. You practice happiness constantly, therefore your happiness is more potent. Because your happiness is so loud, it can be difficult for me to register the extent of your sadness.”

“It must be difficult to sense what I’m feeling,” Garfield says in a thoughtful whisper. Raven looks at him. “Every animal I turn into has different motivations. Some of them can be very strong.”

“Your animal forms are never permanent. While you can rearrange your DNA, it’s never fully stable. Your body will always want to revert to your human form,” Raven says. When she thinks about it though, Raven knows there is another form always pulling at Garfield’s control. She purses her lips, pausing to figure out where she’s going with this.  “No matter which form you take, there is always something essentially you that I can sense clearly because I know...well I know you.”  Garfield looks at her. Raven clears her throat. 

“And I know Star,” Raven says, moving her gaze from Garfield to Starfire. “I can sense what both of you are feeling but sometimes it can be a little harder for me to give it a name.”

“So the brother on the footage? Which is he?”

“Jesse. Envy.” 

The team is silent for a while. 

“Alone they’d be dangerous. Together, coupled with someone who understands centuries of mystical arts…” Raven trails off. Nightwing nods two times, evenly, militaristically.  Every once and a while Raven has to marvel at how certain Nightwing can be about things completely out of his element.

“Why are your brothers attacking now?” Nightwing asks in a way that makes it clear to Raven that not knowing is not an option. She pauses.

“My brothers’ motivations are tied directly to my father’s.”

“Cool so we’re up against old ass magic dragon, sin and evil incarnate,” Garfield runs a hand through his hair, tugging at his roots a little. 

“We need to cut this plan off at the roots,” Nightwing says, ignoring Garfield’s comment. “We start with Trigon.” Raven’s is rarely overcome with emotion but she has to fight to trap the sardonic chuckle bubbling from her chest behind her closed lips.

“Trigon is trapped in another dimension,” Raven says with a finality that would make anyone else drop the subject.

“So was Malchior,” Nightwing says quickly. His four teammates snap their heads to him. “Sorry,” he mumbles, looking to the floor.

“You’re not wrong,” Raven says after a moment, then shrugs one shoulder. “But Malchior’s escape is much easier than Trigon’s. Very few beings are able to traverse multiple planes of existence and even fewer are able to go where I put Trigon. Setting him free would be a marvelous feat indeed.”

“Never underestimate your enemies,” Nightwing says, pressing a fist into his palm.

“I don’t. I don’t deny that my brothers are more than likely searching for a way to free my father but he is not yet a part of the equation. We start with my brothers.”

“And if they manage to free your father?” 

“Then at least we won’t have to deal with evil incarnate and sin and an old ass magical dragon,” Raven says. Garfield raises his hand for a high five. Raven looks at it before tapping away at the touchscreen in front of the team. Garfield grumbles.

“We need to get supplies to protect ourselves and the tower from sinful influe-”

“Hate to interrupt sister but you were all moving at such a snail’s pace.”

Raven pulls up a protective barrier around her friends before they can even register that someone else is in the room. The man in front of her doesn’t even blink as he plops down on the sofa. Nightwing moves forward purposefully but Raven pushes him back with her powers.

“Leave the barrier and he will play with you like a toy.”

“Now, now, pretty vessel you know we can only enhance people’s natural inclinations,” Jacob says, propping one leg on the back rest of their sofa while the other hangs limply off the edge of the seat. He is sprawled out like a Greek god. His head rolls back. “May I say, this is quite the incestuous little family you have. The lust was rampant when I walked in the room. Although I shouldn’t be surprised Malchior has spoken of your...appetite.”

“Why are you here?”

“Oh why don’t you just drop the barrier? It’s not like you can hold it for much longer anyways. Besides, playing with your friends is not why I am here.”

“You expect me to trust you?” Raven’s voice wavers under the strain of protecting her friends. Even now she can feel Jacob probing the weakest parts of her barrier. 

“No I suppose not,” Jacob says, sending the group a crooked smile. He runs his hand slowly up his leg, over his muscular thigh, and drops it dangerously close to the bulge in his unitard. Then he chuckles.

“Our brothers have sent me to ask you to join our endeavours in freeing our father.” “I’d rather die.”

“Ah I said much the same to them. You are much too proud,” Jacob chuckles. It sounds like a bell. 

“Original.”

“Ooh your sentences are getting much shorter. I bet I could push through this barrier of yours now,” Jacob says, rubbing his hands together enthusiastically and sitting up properly in one quick, smooth movement. He eyes Nightwing from head to feat. “I’ve pushed through my fair share of barriers in this lifetime.” 

Jacob winks. Raven clenches her teeth.

“Alas, I don’t feel much like straining myself today although I can assure you my brothers do not know the same restraint. They wanted me to force you to join our side. But I think your high and noble friends wouldn’t let you turn yourself over to us even if I did say...peel their skin off in front of you,” Jacob says. He reaches for a lollipop in the candy basket they keep in the common room and peels off the wrapper. He swirls his tongue slowly over the confection. “Well, I will not waste my energy.” 

Jacob eyes run over the Titans one by one, watching as their muscles twitch with the desire to hurt him. He feels like laughing.

“Protect your tower, conduit. Protect your friends. But as I tell all my lovers, be prepared for the full weight of us.”

Jacob moves to walk out their front door and Raven feels her barrier weaken significantly. Before he leaves Jacob looks over his shoulder with a lascivious smirk.

“And do try to lay with the green one at least once. Your thirst for each other is simply pathetic.”

Jacob leaves.

[jessikahathaway]

Under the Covers

DON’T OWN THE PHOTO!

Pairing: Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Romance, Spy!AU, Action

Warnings: Graphic depictions of sexual intercourse (Drunk), guns and violence, birth (not too graphic), Character Death, Blood (Not really any gore). If I forgot anything please let me know!

Words: 23.4k 

Sorry I have been absent but please enjoy this spy!AU that’s been in my WIP forever and a half. Love you guys! ~ Jess

The day had been dull, hours ticking by slowly mocking you. You’d recently been put on probation because of irrational thinking out in the field... So, now you were working in the boring section of the office, filing papers and trying to be on your best behavior. 

It wasn’t your fault! 

Your partner was being a damn coward and wasn’t willing to take the shot! You had to or the damn criminal was going to get away with everything... You didn’t mean for an innocent to get caught in the crossfire.

Accidents happen, variables get scewed and people get hurt. But how many more would’ve been at risk if you hadn’t done what you did? At the end of the day somebody has to take the burden, and if it had to be you then so be it.

Although, being forced to live this life day to day was incredibly mundane... How did the office agents do it? Did they enjoy the monotone, unlively plane they were existing in? You were having a hard time believing that. Life was so short, why play it safe when you could lay everything on the line. Risk it all. 

You were a field agent from the International Espionage Agency, stationed in Seoul, South Korea at the moment. This is where you were receiving your punishment. The Seoul office was one of the calmest ones in the entire Agency. Some thought it was due to lack of talent, others thought it was due to the sheer drop in crime rates since the Agency was founded there. There was nothing to do, no one to fight. And not nearly enough booze.

A sweet desk assistant, Lisa, you think her name was, approached you. “Ma’am? Director Jin wishes to speak with you, if you’d follow me please?” she requested. You jumped at the chance for a change in scenery and followed behind her quickly. 

The clacking of keyboard keys resounded in your brain as you and Lisa meandered through the desks and identical office cubicles. People whose eyes were glued to their screens as if it were their last breath. You shuddered to think if this were to be the rest of your life. Had your blunder been that bad?

Lisa finally led you to a deep mahogany door that stood taller than you deemed necessary. However, interior decorating had never been your strong suit. She knocked softly, a deep come in followed. “Please enter,” she announced, opening the door for you. Awkwardly, you nodded your head before dipping inside of the room. The center of attention had never been your place. Much preferring to stick to the edge of walls and ducking behind counters and desks as bullets flew past your head was where you longed to be. 

The door shutting behind you made you jump slightly, before you stood face to desk with Kim Jin, Director of the Seoul Espionage Agency. 

“Sir,” you said, bowing in respect.

“Please, sit,” he offered, doing so himself. You moved to comply and seated yourself in the plush seat provided. Jin cleared his throat before pulling open a file.

“Sir, if I may be so bold, under what circumstances am I here?” you questioned, trying to look at the folder in his hands. 

A sharp clap echoed through the room that made your skin crawl in nerves. “You were sent here for punishment, am I correct in this statement?” he asked, already aware of the answer. 

“Yes, Sir,” you confirmed. 

“And why did you receive punishment?” he quizzed again, sounding like a school teacher scolding a disobedient child. 

“Because of poor thinking in the field as well as doing harm to an innocent,” you answered back. 

“Correct,” he doted. You tried to keep your grimace in check, although it was getting harder by the second. “So, after all of that. Do you feel that you have received a fair punishment? Being sent to, “the most uncharacteristically dull” agency?” he said, finally lifting his eyes to yours. His glare was so dark you couldn’t keep eye contact any longer.

“Sir, I-”

“No bullshit excuses D3!” he growled, using your rank against you. Designated 3rd rank was your official title given by the agency. Field operative in the highest order. You were surprised you hadn’t been demoted. “I don’t know why your main office sent you to me, but ever since you got here you’ve been nothing but an eyesore in my office,” Jin stated.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” you offered lamely.

“If you were sorry then you’d actually do the work assigned to you. How many reports have you blown off or given to my other office workers, because you ‘don’t have the time’ for it? As I see it, you have plenty of time to fuck around on your phone or go out drinking in the afternoon? If you’re here on punishment, why are you acting as if you’re on a vacation?” he said, throwing pictures of your reckless behavior in your face. 

“I had to take that shot!” you defended. “If I hadn’t then the biggest drug lord in the Western Hemisphere would’ve walked right out of that damn store! I couldn’t let that chance go!” 

“You didn’t have to go through an innocent woman to get to him,” Jin growled dangerously. “You’re ten times smarter than that, I know you are. All of your testing shows me you knew better than that. You took the easy shot, not the best one,” he accused. 

“Where else was I supposed to shoot? Through my fucking knees? Sir, if there was another way I assure you that I would’ve found it!” 

“The door frame,” he stated. “It’s made out of a steel and titanium reinforced support system. It could’ve ricoheted and hit the target in the eye. No innocents harmed,” he stated, holding up the store blueprints you’d seen hundreds of times before that night. 

Fuck...

He was right. 

“What do you want me to do Sir? I can’t make it right, so what’s the point in rubbing my nose in it now?” you questioned, staring at the papers before you.

“I’m going a little off the rule book for you, considering how you are a special case indeed,” he stated. “Taehyung, you can come in now,” Jin announced.

The large doors opened to reveal a taller male, lithe frame and bronzed skin gracing him. His hair was a soft brown, gently billowing against the breeze the door created. You looked to him then back to Director Jin.

“Who is this, Sir?” you asked, peaking at the man he called Taehyung. 

“This, Y/N, is my best field agent Kim Taehyung,” Jin stated proudly.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said, giving a small bow before lifting his gaze to Jin. “Hyung,” he greeted. 

“Sir, what does he have to do with me?” you questioned. 

“Listen,” he growled in a warning. You shrunk back into your seat before nodding. “You and Taehyung are to be partners in a new mission,” Jin explained. You couldn’t help the excitement that flooded through you. Finally, out of this fucking office and into the field again!

Jin must’ve noticed your excitement. “However, Taehyung will be taking the lead on this mission. You are to follow his orders to the letter, am I understood?” 

“Sir-” 

“Am I understood?” he asked darkly. You nodded numbly, not wanting to get into any further shit. “Good, Taehyung has already been briefed on this assignment. But a refresher won’t hurt you. Taehyung-ah,” Jin stated. Taehyung nodded in understanding and sat down in the chair next to you. 

You examined him closer and you were slightly stunned. He was rather beautiful to behold. His skin was smooth and seemed to glow in the sunlight. His hair appeared soft to the touch. Although he wore the signature D3 smirk. He knew he was better than you, and he planned on rubbing that in the whole time you two were partners. This was turning out to be more of a punishment than you originally believed.

“Are you aware of this man?” Jin questioned, setting a picture down on the desk in front of you. 

“Of course,” you stated. “That’s Zhao Feng Tong, White Snake of Chinese politics... But what does that have to do with our assignment?” you questioned. 

“Feng has been getting his mutts to attack Korean Intelligence forces. As well as some state side. The IEA requested that I assign my best man in taking him down. However, we are in need of cover. Your specialty is undercover work, is it not?” he asked, directing the question to you.

“Yes, Sir,” you responded. 

“Perfect, you see that is the only place my best man lacks. He has no cover. So, you are to become Taehyung’s cover,” Jin explained. You quirked an eyebrow in confusion.

“Excuse me, Sir, but how am I to do that?”

“Patience is a virtue, one you’re lacking my dear,” you silenced yourself yet again. “As I was saying, you are to be Taehyung’s cover. Feng has his claws deep within the local government of a small town out in the country. You and Taehyung are to be a newlywed couple that are just moving to the town in hopes of starting a family. Feng is known to come during election time, once he’s there you are to eliminate him. These people are very wary of newcomers. I expect you to play your role perfectly, Miss Y/N,” Jin stated. “Otherwise you will be released from the International Espionage Agency permanently.”

Married? To Kim Taehyung?

Oh fuck.

---

You woke the following week with a wedding ceremony to attend. Pictures and things of the like were necessary in order for the new home to be believable. Stories, memories things all newlywed couples had a plethora of.

Taehyung, however, seemed less than enthused. 

Something you’d learned quickly in the time you’d spend with Taehyung was that he didn’t play nicely with others. It was a common theme among D3’s, not enjoying partnership and just wanting to get the job done alone. However, this time your livelihood was resting on you performing well. And like fuck you were going to let that happen. 

You walked into Jin’s office that morning to be greeted by a very bored looking Taehyung. He was looking at his phone and Jin was typing on his computer. You cleared your throat to announce your arrival. Jin looked up and nodded at your arrival, Taehyung remained focused elsewhere.

“There’s the blushing bride, has Lisa contacted you about the photography and the shoots?” Jin asked, you nodded obediently, not wanting to get in trouble before your assignment had even started. 

“Yes, a car is waiting for Taehyung and I out in the lot. We’re going to get our wedding and engagement photos done today. As well as anything else you can think of that couples have,” you declared. Jin nodded in approval then clicked his tongue at Taehyung. 

“Tae, I expect you to be on your best behavior for Miss Y/N, this is her area of expertise. Play nice,” he warned. Taehyung nodded and stood up, placing his phone in his pocket. 

“Come on then, let’s get married.”

---

The day passed uneventfully, as did the following weeks. You’d been put through so many outfits and fake smiles that everything was simply exhausting. However, the real work was yet to begin. You were packing your clothes up. Some of them are worn in photo shoots to prevent suspicion. 

Your phone was removed and a new one took its place. Photos of you and Taehyung as well as simplistic snapshots every girl had on her phone. You were assuming Taehyung had been given a similar set up. 

Tomorrow, you were to move across the country with this man and live as his new wife, until election time... Which was almost four months away. Of course Feng would be around the town doing campaigning and things of the like, however, that wouldn’t be the time to strike. You’d have to be patient this time. Think things through. 

You can’t slip up again. Looking through the photos on your new device you found one of Taehyung that you had taken in the park where you were getting your wedding photos done. He’d found a wildflower that had peaked his interest for the time being and was admiring it. You took the opportunity to capture the moment, one where he wasn’t ignoring you or putting you down for negligence. He was simply existing in nature.

You made it your screensaver and shut the device off for the night. Turning your head to your nightstand you saw the glittering jewels of your wedding and engagement rings. The delicate silver and diamonds wove around simplistically. Nothing too extravagant, but enough to show you were spoken for. Taehyung also had a similar ring, just a touch understated. 

Images of the prior weeks of preparation made your stomach clench in nerves. You hadn’t been part of such a big operation that relied heavily on your trademarked skill in years. Would you still have what it took? Could Taehyung rely on you as Jin said he could?

These doubts were misplaced of course. You were you. An Designated 3rd Ranked Officer of the International Espionage Agency.

And you weren’t going to fail again.

---

The morning sun blazed in your eyes as you and Taehyung drove through the countryside in silence. Your ring glittered in the sunlight as the roads wound on and became more treacherous. Taehyung had picked you up early, before the birds had even begun to sing, and definitely before you were willing to wake up. 

“Get up, we leave in ten minutes,” he said, throwing your pillow on the ground. You heard his footsteps receding into your living room. No doubt to collect the boxes you had placed there the night before. 

Taehyung was hard to get along with. A gruff exterior made it difficult to approach him and he held an air of superiority that was hard to breathe in. All in all, Taehyung really irritated you. 

He held your freedom over you like a stick and was quick to put you in your place. Sometimes more than necessary. During your wedding shoot, he’d pointed out that if his bride ever wore the dress you were wearing he’d leave them at the altar. That stung a bit seeing as how you had felt rather confident in the dress up until that point. 

The photos following his comment were unusable. 

For a top operative, he was a massive dick. 

Although, for the moment, he was silent. Focused on the road and not on you, which was preferable. 

Until he opened his Goddamn mouth. “I’m killing Feng,” he declared as he rounded a sharp corner. 

“I’m aware,” you sighed, looking out the window. 

“I don’t see why we have to go through this ridiculous game,” Taehyung said, looking at his ring with contempt. 

“Feng is a creature of caution. He’ll be on high alert during election season... We need to infiltrate now and make our presence less interesting than if we moved in a week before the election. We need patience,” you explained. 

“You’re one to talk about patience,” he sneered. You bit your lip harshly, not wanting to get into it with him right now. 

However, one prod can be too many. 

“I heard she died.”

Dead silent. 

“Pull over,” you breathed. 

“What?” he asked, straining to hear you. 

“I said pull the fucking car over!” you screamed. Taehyung jumped in his seat before doing as you asked. Before the moving truck had even come to a complete stop you opened the door and got out, stumbling slightly on the uneven ground. 

“Come on, are you really going to pitch a fit right now?” Taehyung asked, getting out of the driver’s seat to follow you.

“I don’t give a damn if they fire me, working with you is next to impossible. I didn’t know someone could be so egotistical and rude until I met you,” you growled, stomping down the road. 

“Where are you going? We’re miles from the nearest town,” Taehyung stated, standing with his arms crossed. 

“Perfect, maybe I’ll die out here and it’ll save Jin the trouble,” you glowered, walking closer to the guard rail of the road. The crunching gravel behind you signalled Taehyung’s approach. 

“Knock it off, we’ve got a job to do and I’m not leaving till it’s finished,” he said, grabbing your wrist. You turned quickly and faced him, cheeks red in anger.

“Then do it without me, you’re the one who said you could do this yourself. Money where your mouth is time, prove it.”

With that you yanked your wrist from his hands and kept moving down the road. “Jesus fuck you get on my nerves. Jin will be pissed if I show up to that house by myself. Come on Miss Undercover, get your ass back in the truck,” Taehyung stated. 

“No, Taehyung. I will not be getting my ass back in the truck, you can forget it!”

“Fine, you know what? Fine. I give up, you stuck up bitch. Walk to the next town for all I care,” he growled, heading back towards the truck.

“You are such an asshole!” you screamed, turning to start walking in the opposite direction...

When you slipped.

The gravel beneath your feet gave way as you began sliding underneath the guardrail. You were high in the mountains during this portion of the trip, and the roads weren’t well taken care of. 

Gravel ingrained new lacerations on your delicate flesh as you tried desperately to save yourself from the fall. Your calves were sticky with hot blood and dirt was clinging to the open wounds like a bacterial infested beauty.

Quickly, you latched onto the metal of the guardrail and attempted to pull yourself up. However, your wrist burned in the effort, scratched up due to your fall. The hot, sticky sensation of blood running down your arm made your hands slippery.

“Taehyung!” you screamed, hanging off of the weakened metal in fear. 

There was no response. Blood was pounding in your ears at the thought of death so close. You’d never feared it until now... Because now it was a possibility. 

“Taehyung, please!”

“Y/N?” Taehyung’s voice echoed in mild concern.

“Help me!”

The sound of dirt crunching at the approach of Taehyung’s footsteps sent relief through your veins. Taehyung’s face appeared before you as he wrapped his arms around your elbows and hauled you up onto the road. You were trembling in fear and exhaustion and Taehyung fell backwards, you on his chest. 

You hadn’t realized it before... But you were crying. 

“Fuck, your arm,” he said, sitting up. “Looks to be superficial, I think if we just-”

A loud sob broke through Taehyung’s sentence. His eyes went from your arm to your face as fat tears rolled down your cheeks. Suddenly you were crying loudly like a child, unable to stop. All the frustration and pent up emotions of the past months coming forward in the form of water flooding your eyes. 

Taehyung watched in shock as you broke down in front of him. “Hey, Y/N, are you hurt somewhere else? What’s wrong?” he asked, trying to figure out how to make you stop. 

“I-I ju-st-” and before you could finish your sentence cries won out. Taehyung looked at you quickly and confirmed that you weren’t injured anywhere else. Although you were still crying. 

“Hey, shh,” he soothed, wiping your cheeks with his sleeve. “We’re not getting anywhere like this,” he sighed, looking down at his knees. 

Eventually, your tears stopped and you were able to speak without cries interrupting your phrase. 

“I’m sorry, I went too far,” Taehyung said, wrapping your arm in a bandage. You swallowed hard as nodded in acceptance. “Allies?” he asked. You took his hand as he pulled you to your feet.

“Allies,” you confirmed.

---

You pulled up to your new house roughly three hours later. Taehyung and you had come to a mutual understanding.

Help me help you. 

You still weren’t particularly fond of him, but now working with him didn’t seem impossible. 

The place you were going to be calling home for the next few months stood before you. A modest house painted a pale yellow greeted you and Taehyung. The garden out front wasn’t thriving, but all wasn’t lost. Then the shutters had been painted a soft blue, complimenting the structure wonderfully. 

Maybe living here wouldn’t be so bad after all...

“Now, remember what we discussed,” you stated.

“Newlywed couples are very affectionate. We’re nice people, but cautious. Flirtatious but not disgustingly so. We are in love, first and foremost,” he repeated. 

“Wonderful,” you smiled before planting a kiss on his cheek. Taehyung nodded before getting out of the truck.

“Oh Tae, it’s amazing!” you yelped, looking at the house before you. 

“I’d certainly hope so,” he stated, coming to wrap an around around you comfortably. You leaned into his touch, looking at the house in its entirety. 

“Can we go inside?” you asked, looking at the key in his hands. 

“Of course babe,” he said, walking forwards and unlocking the door, but before you could walk in yourself, Taehyung wrapped his hand around your wrist. 

“What?” you asked, disappointed. 

“It’s bad luck for me not to carry you over the threshold,” he said, grinning. Your heart thudded for a moment. Taehyung’s boxy grin melted you, unprepared for the attack. 

“Hang on, I don’t know if I-wah!” you said as Taehyung lifted you into the air. Seeing some of the neighbors come out at the commotion you quieted down. Slowly, Taehyung carried you bridal style into the home. Your heart stuttered lightly as you crossed over the threshold. 

“Here you are,” he said, setting you down. You flushed pink and cleared your throat. 

“Alright, looks like we need to start getting the big furniture first, then we can worry about the decorations later,” you blabbed on. Taehyung watched you with muted interest, appearing to be caring however you knew there were probably fifty other things he’d rather be doing.

“Can’t we rest? I was just driving for over eight hours,” he whined, sitting on the floor in defiance. 

“You can sit all you’d like but I’m going to start bringing boxes in,” you stated, turning and heading towards the truck. 

You examined the perimeter when exiting the building. The neighbors that had come out of their house when you and Taehyung pulled up had since hurried back inside. Perhaps they were merely minding their own business or watching. This was a tight knit town. People didn’t move in nor did they move out. People stayed the same here, you’d be a large topic of conversation amongst these people. 

Taehyung walked up behind you and rested his head in the crook of your neck. “What do you see?” he asked. 

“Nothing much,” you announced, a smile on your face as if he just said something endearing. “I’m certain they are playing the waiting game. Seeing how interesting we are, how cautious they need to be. Push and pull, when they push we pull,” you stated. 

“I hate waiting games...”

“Get ready for four months of waiting.”

---

The night air blew through the home in slow waves. You watched as the street was lit with a flickering lamp roughly twenty feet away. No one had shown up at your abode, and you didn’t think they would for a while. 

This wasn’t an American sitcom where the new neighbors move in and everyone starts baking pies. This was a strategic move on the townspeople and Feng’s part. Allowing time for observations and possible encounters was a key part in the beginning stages of any sort of stake out/undercover mission. 

Feng was already suspicious. You didn’t have to know anything about his involvement in the town for that to be a solid fact. His most devout following, holed up in a small town now being invaded by outsiders? Background checks were no doubt in progress.

And they’d find exactly what you wanted. Lives painted like pictures in a story book. Rocky beginnings for Taehyung, where he grew up on the streets but was adopted into a good home and cared for until he met you in college. Love at first sight turned into marriage. And here you were, married, a home to call your own. No doubt children in the future. Perfect, but Taehyung’s dent was what made it less suspicious. A crime record thrown in for good luck. You having one parking ticket...

One you definitely refuted. 

Before the two of you had went to sleep you managed to get your mattress in your bedroom and Taehyung unpacked a box of dishes. Although the emotional day had taken its toll on the pair of you. Grabbing your sheets you made the bed and you and Taehyung collapsed down onto the mattress happily.

Although, the same nightmare kept running through your mind...

The day you made your mistake. 

The day you hurt an innocent. 

The very reason you were in this mission right now, was because you were impatient. You wanted the glory of taking down a criminal, not caring about the life that would be at risk because of your greed. That day haunted you...

You were sitting up in bed, looking over your phone to distract yourself. Cell reception wasn’t the greatest here so you’d settled for scrolling through pictures. Photos of you and friends that had been given names and assigned cell phones as well. A mother and father, a sibling for good measure. So many people strung in this elaborate web of lies. 

You fell on a photo you didn’t recognize. One of you, drinking coffee in the office. You looked flustered, stressed and not wholly interested in what you were doing. Your eyes wandered to Taehyung who was sleeping in the bed beside you. 

He seemed peaceful, which was impressive seeing as how you were struggling to catch an ounce of sleep. 

“If you keep staring I’m going to think you want something from me,” Taehyung murmured.

You flinched at his voice, but otherwise remained passive. No wonder he looked so peaceful.

“Can’t sleep either?” You asked, locking your phone and setting it on the floor. Your bed wasn’t on the frame yet and your bedside tables are still in the truck.

“I don’t sleep much no matter where I am,” he sighed, sitting up and rubbing his face. 

“It’s quiet here,” you announced, eyes casting over the moving truck in the front yard and for sale sign gone from the lawn. Taehyung lazily rested his head on your shoulder. You did your best to subtle the flinch from the unexpected contact. You had to get used to Taehyung’s displays of affection. People could be watching you at any moment.

“These people here are creepy, almost like they aren’t real,” he whispered. 

“We technically aren’t real either. Fake lives made for us like a script for a play,” you concluded. 

“But we’re using our real names, isn’t that a big taboo for this sort of work?” he asked. 

“Perhaps, but, you respond naturally to your own name. Even a variation of it, if I were to call you Kihyun or something, your response would look forced. Unnatural. But calling you Taehyung,” you said, looking at him. 

Subtly he tilted his head towards you, waiting for you to continue. He acknowledged his name without registering it in his brain. Something very common that a lot of people don’t notice. But, it’s easy to observe if you know what you’re looking for.

“Interesting notion,” Taehyung mused. 

“Pseudo-Science. Barely science,” you joked. Taehyung breathed a laugh before pulling you back down into bed with him. You squealed unattractively while struggling against his embrace. Taehyung hissed in disapproval.

“You know, I’ve never seen a new bride so unwilling to let her husband hold her,” he reprimanded.

“Perhaps if you played the role of a husband better, I wouldn’t be so unwilling,” you scoffed. Taehyung just rolled his eyes and kept you in his arms. 

“Just shut up and go to bed, before you give me a fucking headache,” he complained. 

“Good night Taehyung.”

---

The next morning you woke to the smell of coffee brewing. You got up and found the mattress empty beside you. Taehyung was already awake and the smell of food also alluded to his state of alert. You grabbed your robe from atop the boxed besides your mattress and pulled it on, heading towards the kitchen.

Taehyung stood next to the stove with two mismatching mugs and silverware that definitely didn’t belong together. 

“Don’t you dare bring out my mother’s nice ceramics for this,” you warned, smiling and wrapping your arms around him. Taehyung bumped your hip with his while handing you a mug. 

“I put creamer in it, I hope that’s alright,” he smiled. You nodded and took a sip, already warming up from the chill of the morning. 

“It’s awesome, thank you,” you sighed. “Fuck it’s going to suck getting the rest of our shit in here,” you whined. Taehyung’s eyes bulged at your vulgar tone. 

“Perhaps we could hold off on that for a while and eat breakfast?” he asked, holding a plate up for you. Quickly, you took it and hurried towards the island to eat. Taehyung laughed as you jumped up on the counter and used the built in appliance as your couch. 

“This is so good,” you moaned, licking your lips. The thick coating of grease from the bacon made your lips shiny and Taehyung found himself staring, despite not wanting to. You wiggled a little, bobbing your head back and forth while you ate. 

“You’re, like, dancing on our island,” Taehyung said, rubbing his face in disbelief. 

“Food is good, sometimes you just gotta dance with the good things in life. Like this bacon, deserves a quality head shimmy,” you noted. 

“I’m glad I could provide you with head shimmy worthy bacon this morning,” Taehyung stated.

“My head shimmies are only for the most elite pieces of bacon, so consider yourself lucky,” you snarked. He laughed and began to eat his food as well. 

It was silent, save for the clinking of your utensils on mismatched plates. 

You were thinking to yourself about your performance. Had anyone seen you so far, they would assume you were a happy couple. However, you weren’t that touchy feely. Newlyweds normally couldn’t keep their hands off each other. If you didn’t increase intimacy, then no doubt your facade would start to crack. 

“We should probably have sex today,” you noted, hopping off the counter. 

The sound of Taehyung choking filled the room. 

“Babe?” you asked, hurrying over and rubbing his back. Taehyung’s face was red and he was obviously startled by your statement. 

“Jesus, fuck! Are you trying to kill me?” he asked, while you got him a cup of water. 

Well, a bowl of water is what you managed. He gulped down the liquid as his breathing evened. 

“Taehyung, we’re a couple. That just got married. We live alone. What else do you think we would be doing?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Well, probably setting the house up? Starting to investigate a litte-”

“Taehyung, there are no doubt people watching this house. If we don’t act like we love each other, then we’re already doomed. We aren’t going to have real sex, just throw a blanket over us and then dry hump me or something,” you said, trying to think of ideas. 

“Really? Dry hump you? Under a blanket?” he said. 

Taehyung didn’t find the idea of dry humping you repulsive, it was just less fun than actually getting to fuck you. Because, oh boy, hate fucking you would be incredible. Although, it wouldn’t be the passionate love making that you were probably trying to convey. 

“Okay, but I can’t promise that I won’t get a boner in the middle of it,” he sighed. 

“Taehyung I will bite your ear off,” you warned.

“So kinky already, darling,” he breathed. 

“Okay, you stink, go take a shower,” you demanded, pulling away. Taehyung huffed and pouted, following you closely.

“Baby~” he whined, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Taehyung,” you smiled, however your voice was severely irritated. 

“Let’s have fake sex, then I can go take a shower, yeah?” he urged, pulling you against his body. 

To an on looker, it was no doubt a boyfriend or husband trying to coerce his wife into getting frisky. But you did want to get more of the truck unpacked. 

“Not now, shower then come help me unpack some more,” you stated, placing a hesitant peck on his lips. 

Taehyung frowned before pulling you in for a deeper kiss. You fumbled lightly on your feet, getting pulled closer into him. Taehyung wrapped your body up in his arms and moved his mouth against yours aggressively. He sucked on the delicate skin of your lips, so hard you were certain they’d bruise. 

“Ouch, Tae,” you winced. 

“Mmm, you actually kiss pretty good,” he murmured, moving back in to seal his lips against yours. 

“Loving, tender kisses Taehyung. Not trying to fucking eat my face.”

Taehyung moved away and tried to act playful when he smacked your butt before heading to the bathroom. You rolled your eyes before going to get the keys for the truck.

Again the morning was just as silent. They really must be scoping the situation out. Much like you and Taehyung were. There were a lot of variables right now. Many ways for the whole plan to go wrong. It made you uneasy. But this was your specialty.

Making a new life here was going to be difficult. However, right now wasn’t the time to be doubting your skills. There was too much at stake. You weren’t going to be the reason more people died and another criminal got away.

You started pulling in more boxes, managing to get the frame of the couch out of the truck and into the living room as well. You were sweating and your poor arm stung with a fresh scrape from the day before. You looked at the couch and decided that right there would be good enough for now. Running out to the truck you grabbed the couch cushions and throw pillows so you could sit down for a minute and relax.

After placing the last pillow down the sound of the water shutting off made you turn your head. Taehyung emerged shortly after with his boxers on and drying his hair with a towel. Rendered speechless for a moment, you cleared your throat before turning back to the box that was being used as an impromptu coffee table. Lots of picture frames sat inside.

Many of you and Taehyung and some of you with your family. Taking out your wedding photo you smiled. You knew that Taehyung was pissed in the photo cause you had just stepped on his toe in your heels.

Warm arms wrapped around your waist and you relaxed into his embrace. “Bathroom isn’t bugged, so at least we have that privacy,” he murmured into your neck. 

You nodded and set the picture down. Bending forward you grabbed a couple other frames and moved to place them in different areas.

“Didn’t you say we should bring in the rest of the big furniture before putting the fragile stuff up? We don’t want it to get broken baby,” Taehyung scolded.

“It’ll be alright. Plus I want to look at these now,” You pouted. Taehyung took a couple and started helping you put them up as well. 

You two started decorating and joking around. From the outside it was a happy couple having fun. However it was a strategic move. Making the two of you look non threatening was the most important role right now. Taehyung was set to start his job at City Hall in four days. You were to start working at home as soon as you could. 

But there was much more preparations to make. Like lunch.

“Baby, want some lunch?” You asked, turning to him. Taehyung shrugged and brought his hands to your stomach.

“Mm, not hungry for food babe,” he spoke as he brought you into his embrace. You wanted to cringe but forced your body to relax in his arms. 

“Honestly, you can’t keep your mind from what I said earlier,” you whispered.

“Hey, if we want to make it believable you should just let me fuck you here in the living room,” he growled.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, despite your best efforts. His voice rattled your bones and made you want to break. Newlyweds normally couldn’t wait to set up a bed nicely...

You could fake it here in the kitchen. 

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a reflection of light. It was either a camera or binoculars. Someone was watching you both right now.

Bringing your mouth to his ear, you stated instructions. “Taehyung, there’s someone watching us right now. Reflection at 11:00 o’clock,” you informed.

“I noticed,” he said, furrowing his brow to make it appear as if you said something intimate.

“We need to do it out here,” you stated.

“This seems like a lot of work,” he moaned.

“Kiss me and I’ll continue,” you murmured. Taehyung brought your mouth away from his ear and connected it to yours. You moved against his body eagerly, rolling your hips against his. Taehyung groaned and buckled against your body, biting your lip as you whined into his mouth.

“How do we do this?” He asked as he came away for air, moving to kiss your neck and shoulder longingly.

“The couch, I’ll ride you. Your back will be to the observer. So, we’ll mime the action of you and I having sex. But really we’ll just be dry humping,” you explained.

“Okay, I’m going to pick you up and take you there,” he announced. 

You blushed. You realized you’d much rather Taehyung grind against you on a couch for an audience than carry you to the couch. You were a special agent, specialized in camouflage and undercover operations... yet you still fussed when your jeans didn’t fit the same. You still got mad at yourself for eating the whole tub of ice cream... again...

“Taehyung wait a sec-ah!”

You were hoisted in the air and Taehyung carried you to the couch. You clung to him like a child and you couldn’t help the unattractive squeak you made as he threw you onto the cushions.

“You’re not going to convince them you love me if you’re acting like a teenager with stupid insecurities,” he whispered. You pulled him in for a kiss to conceal the frown and no doubt rude remark that would escape if you allowed yourself the option.

His lips trailed your jawline, making you squirm underneath him. Taehyung grinned at your pathetic reactions to his actions. You gripped his shoulders, pulling him out of view of your observer... well the one you knew of.

“I’m going to take off my shirt,” you said. Taehyung nodded, holding your hips as he kissed your lips with longing. You reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, throwing it to the floor. Taehyung made an odd noise at the back of his throat, making you raise your eyebrow in confusion.

“God, I didn’t know you were hiding those under the stupid office uniforms, holy shit,” he complained.

“Taehyung!”

“How far can I go?” He asked, coming in to kiss your neck.

“T-this is as far as I want, are you okay?” You asked, making sure his comfort was recognized too.

“Absolutely,” he breathed, coming towards your chest with open mouthed kisses. You tangled your fingers in his hair, encouraging him to move more.

“T-Taehyung,” You whimpered as he bit at your bra.

“One day I’ll get you out of this,” he growled before hauling you up and onto his lap. The straps of your bra fell down onto your biceps and Taehyung’s pupils blew up.

You leaned down and placed a delicate kiss on his nose, cheeks and finally one to his lips. He adjusted his hold on you and you nodded. Grabbing your pathetic shorts you mimed moving them out of the way, then you moved to get Taehyung situated too.

“How should I...?” He asked, raising a brow.

“Just, I’ll dry hump you. It’s fine,” you breathed. He seemed like he was going to protest when you gripped right above his pelvic line. His hip jolted, miming the reaction of you taking him out of his pants. Giving a demure smile, you slowly shuffled forward to place your center against his lap.

Taehyung breathed in sharply, biting his lip hard. “What’s wrong?” You asked, placing a hand on his cheek gently.

“I’m fighting every urge in my body right now, so just hurry up,” he growled. A small shudder ran down your spine as his words took weight in your head.

Would it be so bad for you to give in and let him fuck you here?

Yes, yes it would.

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized lamely, moving your hips against his gently.

“Fuck,” he croaked, gripping your waist tightly.

“A-Ah, Taehyung,” you whimpered, placing your hands over his. You looked up at the ceiling, as if you were in utter bliss.

“So good baby,” Taehyung encouraged, “keep going.”

“Fuck, Taehyung,” you growled. 

This was bad, your mind was starting to cloud with the burning arousal beginning to raise in your stomach. You really were starting to want him. The way his brow furrowed, it really looked like he was filled with pleasure at the moment. 

“I might come in my boxers,” he huffed out as you ground down particularly hard against him. 

“That’s fine, a real orgasm is better than a fake one,” you rationalized out loud.

“Shit, babe, Y/N,” he moaned, bringing you in for a sloppy kiss. You open your mouth and let his hot tongue slide in to greet yours. 

Kissing Taehyung was quickly turning into a drug you didn’t want to give up. Fuck, it felt so good. His plush lips against your own, practically forcing your mouth to mould with his. Taehyung was gripping your hips, almost as if he was using your body to get himself off. It was so dirty, raunchy and hot. Hearing his soft whimpers made you wet, cheeks bright red at the idea.

You cried out for real when your clit bumped the growing bulge in his boxers.

“That’s the hottest sound I’ve heard, fuck I love you,” he growled out. You squeaked out an ‘I love you too,’ soon after. Taehyung planted slobbery kisses along your collarbones and chest as he panted harshly against your skin. 

“Cum inside me, Taehyung,” you moaned out, feeling a climax brewing in your lower stomach. 

“Ah fuck!” Taehyung sobbed out, bucking his hips wildly against your own. You just needed that little push, something to get you over the edge. 

“So close, so close,” breathed into the air. Taehyung heard your silent pleas, because soon you felt the bulge of his hot erection directly against your little nub, sending you spiraling into the precipice of bliss.

Taehyung cried out your name, holding you closer to his frame. You collapsed against him, feeling your panties sticking to you uncomfortably. Taehyung shivered, his hot breath fanning across your cooling skin.

You shakily ran your fingers through his hair, kissing his sweaty hairline with a tenderness that could only be given in post-orgasmic bliss. Shit, what have you done?

“Tae,” you said, urging him away from you. 

“Hmmm?” he whispered, groggily. 

“You and I both need to clean up,” you said, coughing in discomfort at the end. 

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he said.

Helping you up you took a glance at the window in your peripheral. They weren’t watching any longer. “We’re clear,” you said, rushing towards the bathroom to clean yourself up. 

You shut the door and slid down in, trying not to let your heart beat out of your chest wildly. The sound of the other shower turning on again signalled that you were clear to exit, going to the bathroom before heading out to get another pair of panties and shorts on. 

You were certain you wouldn’t sleep at all tonight.

---

The day finally came when Taehyung began his first day at work. You fussed over him all morning. Tying his tie for him, making him a travel mug of coffee and breakfast for him. Taehyung had to admit, it wasn’t so bad having you for a wife.

“Baby, I really gotta go or I’m going to be late, on my first day!” 

“Okay okay, just one more thing,” you smiled before leaning in a placing a delicate kiss on his cheek. “Have a great day,” you encouraged. 

“I will, don’t miss me too much,” he teased. As he unlocked the front door you were both surprised to find two men standing there.

Taehyung immediately shut the door off a little more, protecting you from their view.

“Can I help you gentleman?”

“We’re here on behalf of Mr. Feng. He wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood,” they both presented Taehyung with some kind of campaign propaganda. 

“Thank you, I’m going to be late for work. Baby, have a good day. Gentleman,” Taehyung said, taking the flyer and shutting the door. You watched as Taehyung moved down the driveway, the men in suits following behind him like a funeral procession. Your eyes followed your husband until he was out of sight, making you shift with unease. 

This would be the first time you’d be apart since the whole mission began. For some reason your chest was tight, something you hadn’t been expecting. It was ridiculous. The only reason you were feeling this way is because you weren’t really alone. There was always someone watching. You were certain that was the cause of your unease. It had to be.

Taehyung texted you a few times throughout the day. Making your chest loosen slightly, knowing he made it there safely. Even if he was a jerk, that didn’t mean you wanted anything bad to happen to him. Well, nothing too bad...

You started your day by moving some more furniture around, getting the kitchen table put together and all set for later on in the evening. You were going to make dinner tonight before Taehyung came home so he had something to eat after a long day at work.

You couldn’t place it, but knowing someone was coming home to you was... comforting? Even if it was the pain in the ass Taehyung, the thought didn’t bother you as much as you believed it should. 

The rest of your day passed by uneventfully, doing some data analysis on your laptop for work. Something Taehyung no doubt picked out for you to do because of your detestment of data worksheets back at the office. Dick. 

But the company you worked for didn’t know anything but you were a newlywed needing some extra cash on the side while her husband went out to work for the day. Plus, this gave you another set of alibis if needed. She was on her computer at such and such a time. Because no doubt it was being tracked. 

You pulled up your messages and sent a quick one to Taehyung. He responded quickly, sending a few hearts after he told you he’d be home soon. 

Quickly you headed to the kitchen and began the real test. Cooking. You weren’t a bad cook by any means, but you usually cooked ramen noodles and things of that nature. So a full fucking chicken was a little intimidating.

Cutting the vegetables and starting the oven went smoothly. You buttered the chicken, slathering the meat in butter and garlic, throwing some thyme in there for good measure. You remember Taehyung mentioning that his mom used to make a recipe similar to this. One he loved. 

The idea of a small Taehyung sitting at the counter, begging for some food made your head spin. W-What are you thinking? This is just a mission, and Taehyung is just a guy who is assigned to be your partner. That’s all this is. All it ever will be. 

Taehyung came home just as you were pulling the chicken out of the oven. He came over and pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek before looking at the mashed potatoes, broiled vegetables and chicken that were being placed on the table by his wife. You bent over after dropping something on the floor. His mouth watered at the sight. The food also looked good...

“Baby, look at all this. Did you really make this stuff?” he asked, coming over and setting his briefcase on the counter.

“Yeah, it was a bitch and a half to make though, let me tell you what. This chicken here, if it weren’t already dead I would’ve taken my pistol and shot it,” you huffed, remembering the tying and stuffing and everything that made you aggravated with cooking the damn thing in the first place.

“Well, it looks great, can I have a seat?” he asked.

“Yeah! Go for it, I’ll get us some wine,” you said. Running over to the cabinet and pulling out two wine glasses.

“I see we’re going fancy tonight,” he said. 

“Well for my husband, anything,” you smiled.

“Thank you baby,” he answered as you set a wine glass next to him.

“Next, do you want red or white?” you asked.

“Red,” Taehyung said, marveling at the domestic nature of this interaction.

Is this what normal people did? Came home to a freshly cooked meal by their significant other and just talked about casual things? Not coming home to an empty house. Stitching themselves up after a bad knife fight. Watching as their blood went down the drain... Was this the marital bliss he heard about?

You came over with a bottle, popping the cork and pouring him a sample to see if he liked it. “How does it taste? Want a little more?” you asked. Taehyung took you in during this moment. You were beautiful. Cheeks flushed and looking flustered as you tried to play your role of dutiful wife. It made him want to paint again...

“Yeah, I’ll have a glass. It’s good, you should have some too,” he said as he watched the berry colored liquid fill the glass.

“I will,” you announced, sitting across from him and pouring yourself some as well.

Taehyung looked at you as you swallowed down some of the bitter sweet liquid in your glass, throat bobbing as it pushed the alcohol down and into your bloodstream. Cheeks turning pink he smiled as the two of you continued to drink. 

“Y/N, honestly, this meal was fantastic,” Taehyung said, looking at you as the second bottle of wine overwhelmed him.

“Thanks, I tried,” you stated, swallowing down the remaining wine in your glass.

Taehyung leaned forward on the table, looking at you with interest.

“What did you want to do before becoming part of the agency?” He asked, nonchalant.

You looked up at him, eyes bigger than your head. 

“Tae! What if-“

“No one is listening, believe me,” he said, grinning at you with his boxy grin.

“I don’t think-“

“Don’t be such a priss, tell me,” he urged.

“I’m not a priss!”

“Whatever, just, tell me something about yourself. Something interesting,” he pleaded.

“Fine, fine... I-I wanted to be a ballerina okay?” 

Taehyung’s eyes widened.

Then he snorted.

“Aren’t ballerina’s supposed to be graceful and shit? You tripped putting on your pants this morning,” he smirked.

“I’ll have you know that for seven years I danced five days a week for four hours a day,” you protested.

“Prove it,” he scoffed.

“Fine, I will,” you said, standing up. 

Slowly bringing yourself together you started a familiar routine you did all the time as a child.

Lifting your leg up you grabbed your thigh, straightening your leg above your head before lowering it to your other thigh, spinning slightly before getting up on pointe. Taehyung’s eyes were watching your every move. It looked like you needed a partner. He stood and grabbed your waist as you stretched your arms out. 

Jumping in his grasp you turned to look at him.

“Taehyung, what are you-“

“Just feel, keep going,” he said, taking your hand in his.

You weren’t sure if it was the wine or your own emotions taking over, but before you knew it, your lips had crashed onto his. Taehyung grunted in surprise. You wrapped your arms around his neck and urged him to kiss you deeper. Licking at his lips, begging for entrance. Taehyung didn’t hesitate. He opened his mouth and greeted your tongue with his. The wet smacking sounds had you throbbing beneath your jeans, something you were desperate to get out of. 

Grinding against his front Taehyung lost his breath to you. “Fuck, mm, like that babygirl.”

You whimpered when you felt his prominent bulge for the first time this evening. Shit your panties were sticking to you at this point. But Taehyung pulled away a few moments later. 

“We shouldn’t do this,” he murmured against your swelling lips.

“Why not?” You whined, gripping his hands as they settled against your hips.

“We can’t go back once we do this. Having interpersonal relations in the field, it gets messy. What if I get hurt or kidnapped? Then they have leverage on you,” he explained.

“Let me at least suck you off,” you complained. Taehyung groaned in the back of his throat. 

“Fuck, we shouldn’t,” he stated, brushing the hair away from your face.

“Please, please let me taste you,” you begged, your wine addled mind taking over. “Do you not want my mouth?”

“Fuck... Yes, I do want that mouth on me more than you can believe,” he said, running his thumb along your wet lower lip. Taking his thumb in between your lips you smiled and tugged on the flesh gently. Taehyung growled at your teasing before looking at you with his dark eyes. “Get on your knees for me,” he commanded. You nodded frantically before falling to the floor in front of him. Taehyung watched with rapt attention as you undid his slacks and brought out his semi-hard erection from his underwear. 

Your mouth salivated at the sight of his thick cock sitting in your warm palm. Taehyung hissed when you ran your hand over his sensitive length for the first time. Your heart was pounding in your chest. Blood rushing to your head, making it spin. But all you cared about was pleasing the man in front of you. Without much hesitation you gave a fat lick from the base of his cock to the head. Taehyung moaned, his head lulling back slightly. You brought the head into your mouth, suckling gently, moving your tongue around the sensitive area.

“Don’t tease me,” he snarled out, looking down at you with dangerous eyes. Complying with his demands you brought a majority of him into your mouth and throat, coughing lightly when he hit the back. He groaned in pleasure, finding your hair and pulling it into his fist. “That’s it baby, suck my dick like a good girl,” he praised, watching as strings of slobber started to form from your mouth to his cock. Bobbing your head back and forth, you built a rhythm for him. 

You hollowed out your cheeks, moving your tongue underneath his shaft and around to stimulate him. Taehyung huffed, trying hard not to come down your throat already. He was intoxicated not only by the wine but by you as well. Your beautiful eyes looking at him underneath your lashes. He could barely breathe when you looked at him like that. Those big eyes sparkling with lust and want.

Taehyung rolled his hips forward slightly, gauging your reaction. You moaned at the force promised behind those hips of his, as he pushed himself further down your throat. 

“Can I fuck your mouth baby? Would you let me fuck that goregous mouth of yours?” he asked, sprinkling praise in with his request. You nodded fast, relaxing your throat and giving him the thumbs up to go ahead. 

He didn’t wait a moment longer before he pushed himself into your mouth and down your throat. Taehyung whined at the tight feeling of your mouth and throat closing in on him, feeling like a vice against his cock. Pulling back out he let you suck in a couple breaths before picking his pace up again. You gagged on his dick, making noise and moaning in pleasure. Taehyung was lost above you, focusing on the sensations of your moaning against him.

“Mmm, fuck baby, just like that,” he breathed out, watching and drool collected on your chin. It was filthy, messy and perfect. You took him entirely, nose touching his pelvis and you swallowed hard. Taehyung cried out, gripping your shoulders and pulling out of your throat and mouth. You coughed at the actions, not suspecting for it to be so intense, but god if you didn’t want him to cum in your mouth. You needed it.

“Tae~” you whimpered, shuffling forwards on your knees to try to put him back in your mouth. But he stopped you.

“Listen baby, this is going to go one of two ways. Either you keep going and I cum down your throat, or I can shove this cock in that pussy and cum inside you that way. Which would you prefer?”

Your body shook with want at the second option.

“Inside my pussy,” you said, already moving to shrug your sweater off and stepping out of your jeans. 

“Come here then baby,” he said, opening his arms for you. You rushed forwards, bringing your lips to his before you could even think about anything else. Taehyung opens his mouth and licked your lips perversely. You opened your mouth at once, letting him take full control of the embrace. 

“Taehyung, bedroom,” you urged. He at least heard part of what you were saying, because the next thing you knew, your body was being lowered to the mattress in your room.

“Let’s take this off shall we?” he said, removing your tank top and looking at you in your bra. “Fuck baby you have pretty tits,” he growled. You moaned at the praise and eagerly un buckled the back and let the offending material fall off your arms and onto the floor. Taehyung was in action before you could blink, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking on it harshly. 

The sensation sent tingles right to the tips of your toes, making them curl and stretch from his warm mouth on you. With his free hands he held your hip with one and groped your chest with the other, stimulating your body and causing you to arch up into his touch. Taehyung smirked against your skin, laving his tongue against your pert nipple, making you hiss in reaction.

“Such pretty noises you make for me, isn’t that right precious girl?” he said, trailing his lips down your body.

“Taehyung, please don’t tease me. Give me your dick, please,” you whimpered, rolling your hips up against him.

“Tsk tsk, little one. So greedy already,” he smiled.

“Please give me your cock, Taehyung, please,” you begged. “Want it so deep in my pussy, stuffing me full until I can’t breathe. Please please please, give me your cock.”

“Fuck, how could I deny such a sweet request. Alright baby, let me just warm you up a touch okay?” Taehyung pulled your panties down your legs, revealing your wet center to him. “You’re drenched babygirl, who did this to you?”

“You, Taehyung, you did,”

“That’s right precious girl,” he said as he lowered two fingers to your entrance. You relaxed when he ran his middle and pointer finger up your slit, before sinking them inside of you. Taehyung watched as you took him right up to the knuckle. He groaned at the feeling of you, tight and hot around his fingers. He could just picture how you’d feel around his cock and it made him throb with desire.

“Taehyung!” You cried, gripping the sheets underneath you desperately.

“Gonna come?”

“I-I don’t-hah-Taehyung,” you whined out.

“I’ve barely touched this sweet little pussy and I can already feel you clenching like crazy, do you want to come baby? I’d love to see what you look like when you come, I bet you look beautiful,” he said, picking up his speed.

“Taehyung, hngh, please,” you begged, looking at the ceiling with tears forming in your eyes.

“Come for me, come all over this bed darling,” he cooed, using his thumb to stimulate your clit before watching your body tense and finally-finally-release.

“Taehyung!” You cried out, back arching off the bed, shuddering in your orgasm as your mind went blank from everything except the feeling of unadulterated pleasure.

Taehyung smiled at your fucked out face, eyes misty with tears. 

“What a good girl, you came all over me shit, that was so sexy,” he growled. You whimpered and reached for him, wanting his hands on your body.

“Give me your cock now? Please Taehyung?”

“Whatever you want darling, absolutely,” he agreed, lining his cock up with your sopping entrance.

“Fuck!” You cried out when his cock finally entered you. It was so thick, filling you up so well. Taehyung gripped your hips. Letting you ease onto him so he didn’t hurt you. 

“That’s it, what a snug little cunt you have,” he grinned, pressing kisses to your shoulders while he pumped himself inside of you deeply. Taehyung has a hard time thinking clearly like this. The wine and you making him drunk. 

“Taehyung!” You cried out. “So big.” You felt his cock rubbing that spot inside you that made you see stars. Everything was blurry as Taehyung fucked his dick into you harshly. The lewd smacking sounds of skin on skin made your mind whirl with lust. Taehyung wasn’t in a much better state. Watching as he fucked you, tits bouncing and your ass hitting his pelvis in just the right way. 

But he wanted to see your face when you came.

“Lie on your side for me,” Taehyung said, easing out of you gently.

You hissed at the loss, but did as he asked, laying on your side. 

“Leg up,” he encouraged, nestling down beside you. You raised your leg as he instructed, moaning loudly when his cock re-entered you from this angle. 

“How is it? How is getting fucked by my big dick baby? Can you handle it?” He asked, laying his hand flat against your lower stomach.

“I can take it, I’m-I’m a big girl,” you huffed, head lolling back into Taehyung’s neck.

“I know you can take it, does my baby want it harder?” He questioned, giving a few deep thrusts against you, making your pussy clench down hard.

“Anything, I want anything you’ll give me Taehyung,” you pleaded. 

“Anything you say, well then, hold on,” he stated, running his hand between your legs and toying with your throbbing clit. He nestled his head against your cheek, kissing and nipping at your tender flesh.

“Ta-ae-hyung,” you whimpered out. “Feels so good.”

“You too, so fucking tight around my cock. Can barely move... I should’ve fucked you with three fingers to get you ready for this dick huh? Or do you like a little pain with your pleasure, huh?”

Crying out when he pushed against your little nub forcing you back on his dick. Taehyung smiled as you ground your ass against him, trying to get whatever you could from him like this. He didn’t care about tomorrow, all he cared about was you right now. A beautiful woman losing yourself on his dick.

“Taehyung, so close, right there. Yes!” You whined, gripping his hand for some kind of stability.

He interlocked your fingers, using his other hand to continue abusing your clit. “Right here baby, like this?” He questioned.

“Yes! Yes yes,” you said, tears forming in the corners of your eyes for the second time that night.

Taehyung breath came in soft pants against your neck as he worked himself up as well. Your velvet walls were doing him in. Normally he’d last much longer, but with you he couldn’t help but see bliss right around the corner.

“Baby gonna cum,” he warned you.

“In me, cum inside me,” you blabbered out, gripping his hand tightly.

“Fuck-shit!” Taehyung cursed, letting instinct take over as he fucked into you aggressively. It was hard to think straight. 

Not too soon after a shot of warmth encompassed your stomach. That sent you over, eyes blacking out as you slumped against Taehyung who was still cumming.

Giving a few more weak thrusts, Taehyung pulled out, looking at the mess the two of you had made. 

“Fuck you look pretty full of my cum like that,” he commented, kissing your shoulder softly.

“Mmm, Taehyung?”

“Yes baby,” he said, moving his head up to peer down at you.

“Washcloth, I-I don’t think I can walk right now,” you said, turning pink at the notion.

“I’ll be right back, hang on,” he said, standing up and heading to the bathroom.

As the light flicked on, you felt your eyes fall, heavy with the need for sleep.

---

“What the fuck are we going to do?” You yelled at Taehyung.

The pair of you woke up the next morning, dazed and confused. Taehyung was the first one to notice you two were royally fucked.

“I came in you, shit,” he said, looking at the obvious stain on the bed.

“Taehyung!” You cried out, smacking your forehead with your palm.

“Hey don’t get mad at me! You’re the one who initiated all of this!”

“Don’t pin this all on me, you could’ve rejected me!” You said.

“I tried! But you looked at me and then I-uh... Well... Here we are,” he announced.

“Taehyung, if we fuck up this mission I’m a dead woman. That includes me getting pregnant!”

“Can’t I just go buy you some plan b or something like that?”

“We’re married, if they caught you buying plan b then our facade is over!”

“Then I don’t know what you want me to do! I can’t undo what we did!”

You rubbed your temples, trying not to stress over the fact that you could possibly be carrying Kim Taehyung’s child.

“We have to go with this, just, remember our mission. Now hug me, cause we argued,” you said, opening your arms.

Taehyung moved forward, wrapping you up in his embrace.

“Whatever happens, we’re allies. I’ll cover your back if you cover mine,” he said, fingers splayed across your back.

“I got your six.”

---

The following weeks were surprisingly calm. Taehyung went to work and came home. You usually had a meal ready for the two of you. It was domestic ‘bliss’. 

Except for the fact that you and Taehyung wouldn’t barely look at each other. It was hard, feeling the anxiety and panic and not having anyone to bounce it off of. Taehyung was affectionate when you said to be, and the two of you acted your part when you were out in public but... things were different now. And there’s nothing either of you could do about it.

Taehyung came home a little later than usual, you sipping on some wine and staring off into space. He walked over and set his bag down, before kissing your head and pulling you in for a hug. 

“I have some good news,” Taehyung said. 

“Yeah? What is it?” you asked, not looking at him.

“I’m in the running to become mayor!”

Glass shattered on the floor.

“Oh shit,” Taehyung said, stepping back so as not to step on any glass.

You were frozen in place.

“Taehyung do you know what that means for these people? To Feng?”

“What? Like you honestly think I’ll win? You’re crazy,” he scoffed.

“Taehyung what if you do win? What’ll they do when this mission is over? What will they do when they find out their mayor-” he quickly moved in for a kiss. You wiggled against him for a moment before going still. Taehyung worked his mouth over yours with ease, something you weren’t expecting, but weren’t upset over either.

“God you are so annoying sometimes. Listen,” he said, moving so he could start cleaning up the glass you dropped. “If I get an inside position, show Feng that I’m serious about wanting to be loyal to him? Then I’ll get inside information that’ll be influential in his takedown,” he explained.

“Taehyung if you think they’ll give it to an outsider than you’re dumber than I thought,” you sneered.

“You don’t see them the way I do. Don’t interact with them the way I do. I’ve gained their trust, Y/N, something you haven’t done,” he said matter-of-factly.

“I’m a housewife, what do you expect me to do?” you said, placing your hands on your hips.

“The guys and I are going out to dinner tomorrow night. Be my date, and play nice with their wives. See if you can get any information out of them,” he offered.

“Okay, I can play the doting wife role,” you said to him, standing up.

“Hey watch out!”

“Ouch!” You hissed in pain as a shard of glass cut deep into your heel.

“Y/N, watch where you walk I wasn’t done cleaning yet,” he said, rubbing his face.

Then, his face went pale as he saw the crimson liquid coming from your body.

“Ow, fuck,” you whimpered, using the counter to balance as you looked at your foot in pain. Taehyung quickly swept up the rest before he was kneeling down to take a look at you.

“It’s pretty deep, I think you need stitches,” he said, examining your bloodied heel.

“I-I’m fine,” you whispered, trying to keep the dizzy spell from taking over.

“No, you’re not. You need to go to the doctor. Come on, the clinic is like not even a fifteen minute drive. Get your ass in the car,” he demanded.

“No, I’ll wrap it in gauze and it’ll be fine,” you declared.

“Y/N,” Taehyung warned.

“Taehyung,” you mocked.

“I’m not fucking around,” he said, standing up.

“Neither am I,” you countered.

“Fine, be that way you little shit,” he said before bending down and picking you up bridal style in his arms.

“Taehyung! Put me down!”

“Not on your life,” he said as he grabbed his keys and walked towards the door.

He got you in the car, a towel wrapped around your foot before he took off down the road.

The pair of you were silent as he drove, just going through the night without anything being said. Taehyung looked at your foot and picked up the speed a little bit. You looked out the window, not wanting to look down and see the bloody mess that was your foot. It ached so much, making you want to whine in pain. But you ignored it, keeping a poker face the whole time.

Taehyung pulled into the parking lot, undoing his seatbelt and coming over to your side. Before he could pick you up again, you held your hand out to stop him. “I can walk,” you argued.

“Don’t get stubborn now, just let me take care of you,” he said, sounding moderately annoyed with you. But you couldn’t help the fluttering that took over in your chest. Taehyung leaned down and brought you into his arms, fussing with you for just a moment before he started to walk inside.

“Hi, how can I-Oh goodness!” The nurse who was sitting at the front desk jolted as Taehyung brought you to the counter.

“Can my wife please get some help? She stepped on some glass at home and now I’m worried that she needs stitches,” he said, calm and collected.

“A-Absolutely, let me just page the doctor and Martha get them a wheelchair for her!” 

Soon Taehyung was settling you into the wheelchair, wrapping his blazer around your shoulders to keep the chill of the night out. The pair of you waited for less than five minutes before the doctor came out and greeted you both.

“Good evening you two! Taehyung! It’s great to see you,” the doctor said, giving Taehyung a firm handshake.

“I wish we could meet under better circumstances,” Taehyung said softly.

“Now, let’s get you back to an examination room and take a look at that foot,” he said, beckoning Taehyung to follow him. You felt him push you forward carefully, not getting too close to the walls or anything of that nature.

When the pair of you were in the examination room the doctor started the questions.

“Name?”

“Kim Y/N.”

“Age?”

“21.”

“Marital Status.”

“Married.”

“Are you pregnant?” he asked. You bit your lip for a second before answering.

“I-I’m not sure,” you said, worrying your lip with your teeth. You chanced a look at Taehyung in the corner, but he seemed as calm as he was driving here.

“We’ll get a blood draw done then, just to double check. But there are certain antibiotics we don’t use if you’re pregnant so we’ll steer clear of those ones okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered.

“Now, take me through what happened,” he said.

“I dropped my wine glass and stepped on the glass on the floor,” you said, wincing at how stupid it made you seem.

“Well certainly did a number, so I’ll get that glass out and flush the wound. And I’ll need to get a few stitches in there. Next we’ll do your blood draw then a shot of antibiotics and steroids and you should be all set my dear!” he said, smiling.

“Thank you,” you said, gripping Taehyung’s jacket tightly.

“I’ll be right back, just sit tight,” he said, leaving the room.

“You seem nervous,” Taehyung said, sighing.

“Of course I’m nervous, who isn’t when someone is about to stab you in the foot repeatedly?”

“Please, the needle is so thin you won’t feel a thing,” Taehyung scoffed.

“Shut up, it still hurts,” you whimpered out.

“I’m right here,” he said, reaching over and taking your hand in his. You stared down at your joined hands, not so sure what to think.

Then the doctor came back, a tray of utensils in his hands.

“Alright, the nurse will come back with your shots. But we’re gonna do the stitches first,” he explained putting some gloves over his hand.

You tensed as he approached, Taehyung adjusted himself so that he was directly behind you. His head brushed your shoulder as you stared down at the doctor. 

“Baby, look at me,” Taehyung’s low voice echoed in your ear. On instinct you turned to face him. Taehyung rested his forehead against yours, rubbing soothing circles into your wrist. “Just focus on me baby, no one else is here, just us two.”

“Tae,” you whimpered, gripping his hand. 

“It’s alright, shh, it’ll be alright I’m here,” he said, kissing your forehead and bringing your head into his neck so you wouldn’t look.

“On the count of three I’m going to pull the shard out, I want you to take a deep breath on three for me okay?”

You whispered an answer, too focused on how good Taehyung smelt and how warm his body was against yours.

“One, two, three,” the doctor said, calm as could be.

You yelped in pain, Taehyung right there to soothe your cries.

“Look at that, you did so well baby. It’s alright, he just needs to clean you up,” he said softly.

A burning cold and numbing took over your heel as Taehyung continued to keep your focus on him and him alone. Whispering sweet nothings into your ears and placing gentle kisses to your head and face. The doctor continued his work diligently and before you knew it, the gauze was in place and you were almost ready to go. 

The doctor performed a quick blood draw and Taehyung stayed with you through the whole thing. Holding your hand and rubbing your knuckles as he drew even more blood from your body that evening. Once he had what he needed the doctor bid the two of you farewell, saying to drop by the pharmacy for your medications.

“Thank you hyung, it means a lot that you helped her out,” Taehyung said, standing to give the gentleman a fond farewell.

“Anything for you Taehyung, after getting that grant for the clinic, I’ll help you in any way I can! Now, Mrs. Kim please be careful to not walk on your foot for at least two weeks. Taehyung you should take a few days off until she’s settled into a routine. Nice to meet you Mrs. Kim, Taehyung landed a keeper,” he said before exiting the room.

“A grant for the clinic huh?” you said, raising your brows at him.

“Yeah, part of my job is delegating where the money goes,” he said, shrugging off your many questions.

“Fancy pants over here,” you said, scoffing.

“Yeah yeah whatever,” he replied, never letting his fingers leave yours.

A few seconds later a nurse came in with a tray of shots lined up.

“Hi sweetheart, we’re just going to give you an antibiotic, painkiller and a steroid, does that all sound okay to you?” she asked in a kind voice.

“Yes, that’s fine,” you agreed.

“Okay I just need you to drop your pants for me. Are you her husband?” she asked, looking at Taehyung.

“Yes,” he said.

“Would you help her get up on the table and then step outside please,” she requested,

Taehyung nodded, getting you up and out of the wheelchair and up on the table without much fuss. It was when he turned to leave you panicked a little.

“Tae, you’ll be right outside right?” you asked, biting your lip.

“Yes baby, I’ll be right outside the door, just a few pokes and we’ll head home,” he said, kissing your hand before stepping out of the room.

“That’s quite the man you have there, Doctor Namjoon said he was very sweet while putting in your stitches,” she said, wiping your butt with alcohol swabs. 

“He’s a keeper,” you smiled.

A couple pokes later you were out the door, Taehyung behind you.

“Now the painkiller we gave her is pretty strong, it’ll make her a little loopy, so just keep your eyes on her,” the nurse said.

“Got it, thank you so much for your help,” he said, before wheeling you out into the parking lot. 

Your head was spinning lightly from the painkiller, making you giggly. Taehyung picked you up and set you in the car buckling you in for good measure.

“Taehyung~” you laughed.

“Yes?” he asked, looking at you in confusion.

You burst into laughter at the sight of his face. Taehyung simply sighed before putting the car in gear and taking off. 

The ride was mainly your laughter and Taehyung trying not to smash his face into the wheel. But when you got home Taehyung carefully pulled you from the vehicle, careful not to bump your foot or head when extracting you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck easily, cupping the nape of his neck with your palm. He didn’t falter as he carried you into your home, shutting the door with his foot. He kept you in his arms, carrying you all the way to bed, setting you down gently. But before he could remove your arms from his neck, you brought him in for a gentle kiss.

It was different than all the others you’d shared.

It wasn’t passionate or steamy, no lingering touches or wanton desires fueling your actions. You wanted to express your gratitude for him. Just saying thank you because you couldn’t put your thanks into words. He’d changed so much since you first met him. Even though he was still closed off and could be a massive dick sometimes, you were still excited to see him when he came home. Loved hearing the genuine compliments about your food. It was all Taehyung. And you wanted to know more. Any little detail he’d slip you’d take it. Because you really weren’t sure if you wanted this mission to end as much as you did before...

Pulling away, Taehyung breathed against your lips softly.

“What was that for?”

“Just... Thank you, for what you did tonight and-and thanks for coming home to me every night and putting up with me and I really want you to know that-”

“Sure, what else would allies do? If I was cold and cut off to you in that hospital it would blow our cover, I did what I had to do. Namjoon is pretty good at detecting bullshit so sorry if I laid it on a little thick. But he bought our act, so good job to you too,” he said, scratching his neck.

It was like a glass of cold water was dropped onto you. 

Allies...

That’s right. That’s all you were to each other. You weren’t actually husband and wife. The marriage was a sham and you would get it annulled the second the mission was over. At least that’s what you wanted before...

“But I’m going to take a shower, so rest up, I’ll call work in the morning and let them know what happened. Night,” he said, standing up quickly before closing the door behind him.

Tears stung in the corner of your eyes, but you forced them back. You wouldn’t cry over him, not like this. Not now...

But before you knew it, tears were racing down your face as you cried yourself to sleep. Dreaming of a marriage to a man who’d never think of you like that.

---

You were sick again this morning.

Taehyung felt the bed shift as you got up and hobbled your way to the bathroom to puke up whatever dinner you’d made last night. This had happened for the fourth day in a row. You getting up, getting sick then coming back to bed as if it never happened. You hadn’t said a thing to him about it, but he knew. And he couldn’t help the way his stomach clenched when he thought you could be pregnant.

This morning was the last straw. 

He sat up and waited for you to walk in and when you did his heart lurched. You looked sleepy, and like you were parched. But most of all, you looked scared.

“Taehyung,” you said, looking down at the floor nervously.

“We need to get those results,” he said dismissively.

“No shit sherlock,” you snarked. “But ever think that I might have the flu or something?”

“Influenza is coughing, what you’re talking about is a virus.”

“Okay doctor, sue me. My results should be at the clinic. We can go there and get them,” you said.

“I’ll pick them up after work today, is that alright?” he asked, raising a brow at you.

“Yeah, whatever works I guess,” you said.

“Alright.”

It was silent.

“Taehyung?” you asked, coming towards the bed, your heel almost back to full strength after the incident a few weeks ago.

“Yeah.”

“What do we do if I’m... well if I-uh,” you stammered.

“If you’re pregnant? Well... We’ll deal with it, I guess,” he said, sighing and rubbing his forehead.

“They wouldn’t be an it, Taehyung, they’re a baby, a person,” you said, getting a little worked up.

“Listen, we’ll deal with it when the time comes, this mission is over in a month and then you can go and-well...”

“You aren’t suggesting what I think you are, are you?” you said, hurt flashing across your features.

“Y/N, think about it. We’re spies. Espionage Agents. Do you think our lifestyle is one suited to having children? Leaving them with a nanny all day and then not knowing if your parents are going to come home, them leaving you in the care of strangers while they move you all over the world? It’s the loneliest life I could imagine,” Taehyung said, eyes not meeting yours.

“Taehyung were your parents...?” you trailed off, not wanting to believe the truth.

“My parents were D3s with the IEA. They died when I was thirteen, I didn’t even know they were gone until three weeks later when the agency showed up at our door. I know that life, Y/N, I know that hurt. I don’t want anyone to feel that way. Not because we were stupid,” he breathed.

“What if I kept the baby, left the agency...” you thought aloud, trying to calm your racing thoughts.

“Y/N, think about what you’d be doing. You never really leave the agency. They always know where you are, threaten you with what you did in your past over your head. When you sign up, you’re in it for life,” he explained.

“Taehyung I couldn’t do what you’re asking, I can’t,” you said, tears falling down your cheeks.

“Listen, we don’t know for sure. Let’s wait until we know the facts before we start making scenarios up in our heads.”

“Okay...”

---

Taehyung was driving home, your test results in the passenger side.

He couldn’t open them. As much as he hated to admit it, he was scared shitless too. What was he supposed to tell you? How could he get you to see, that this wasn’t a good situation. But, nothing was set in stone until you opened that packet.

Walking up the driveway he saw you in the window, putting some finishing touches on dinner. His heart swelled with something. Something he’d never known before. He couldn’t place this feeling, but he didn’t hate it... He didn’t hate you.

As much as he tried, you wormed your way into his mind frequently. What you were cooking for dinner, how your heel was feeling, if you really were pregnant with his child or not. All of these and more were taking up space in his normally focused brain.

But when he walked in the door, he discovered a glorious sight.

You, in a dress that he hadn’t seen before. Yellow and covered with flowers at the bottom it was flowy. But what he noticed first was that it accentuated areas of you that usually were understated.

Like your stomach. A tiny little bump visible to his eyes suddenly knocked the wind out of him as he dropped his briefcase, making you jump.

“Taehyung! You scared the piss out of me,” you complained, placing your hand over your heart, feeling it beat wildly against your chest. You saw his distress and immediately came to his side. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling faint? Did you eat today? What have I told you about skipping lunch-”

“I-I’m fine,” he said, shakily holding onto the wall and pulling himself together.

“Are you sure? You look pale,” you said, cradling his face in your palms.

Moving away from you he nodded.

“Yeah... Just... Your test results are there,” he said, pointing at the coffee table he collapsed into when he saw you.

“I’ll look at them, you sit down and eat. You worried me,” you said, moving towards the coffee table slowly.

Your heart was going insane inside your chest. You weren’t sure how you’d react to either situation. But Taehyung had already sat down, waiting for you to open it.

Carefully you ripped open the envelope, pulling out the papers inside with delicate fingers. You looked through your bloodwork, noticing nothing of severe importance. But then your eyes landed on the pregnancy test results. 

Pregnant: Yes.

The little circle of red around the three letter word made you want to hurl. But at the same time, you were oddly at peace with the idea. It had taken a lot for you to come to this conclusion, but, if it was meant to be then... So be it. 

“What does it say?” Taehyung asked, looking at your calm demeanour. 

“I’m pregnant,” you say softly. Taehyung’s head snaps up, looking from the paper to your stomach where his child was for certain growing now.

“Fuck,” he said, sitting back in the chair, looking up at the ceiling.

“What do we do Taehyung?”

“We need to call Seokjin, immediately,” he said, standing up.

“You’re right,” you said, nodding slowly.

“I’ll call him now,” he said, standing up.

You wait patiently as Taehyung puts the call on speaker phone.

“Yah, do you know what time it is you little punk, why are you calling me?” he asked.

“Hyung, we’ve got an emergency,” Taehyung said, leaning closer to you.

“What is it?” he asked, mildly concerned now.

“I’m pregnant, sir,” you said, biting your lip.

“You’re... what?”

“Hyung she’s pregnant and...”

“And let me guess, you’re the father Taehyung,” Seokjin said through the phone, distress in his voice.

“Yes, hyung that’s right,” he said, pink tinging his ears.

“Get her out of there Taehyung, that’s an order,” Seokjin said, not sounding at all like he was joking.

“Sir, I can still-”

“I’ll be sending a envoy to come and collect Ms. Y/N by the end of the week. Taehyung if anyone asks you where she went, she went to stay with her sick mother for a while. That should provide you with enough cover until Feng is in town,” Seokjin instructed.

“Yes sir,” you said, head hanging low.

“And Ms. Y/N,” he said, making your ears perk up.

“Yes, sir?” you responded.

“I’ll accept this as your resignation from the company. Goodbye you two.” With that he hung up, leaving you and Taehyung bewildered.

“What?” you screamed.

“Y/N-”

“Taehyung you motherfucker!” you shrieked, taking off your shoe and chasing him around the house with it. 

“Y/N! Please hang on a second!”

“What am I going to do you son of a bitch?!”

“Hey listen, I’ll-ow!” he hissed when you chucked your shoe and it hit him square in the butt. 

“No you listen, I just lost my job because of this! What am I going to do, Taehyung? I’m alone, pregnant and scared out of my fucking mind. What. Do. I. Do??”

“You aren’t alone,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“Taehyung when they force me to leave the agency because of this I get a limited amount of money, not nearly enough to support me and a baby,” you said, rubbing your temples.

“I-uh, I can pay child support or... something like that,” he said, coughing at the end to hide his discomfort.

“Taehyung,” you said, already stressed at the idea.

“I’m serious, I’ll send you a check every month. How much do you think you’ll need?”

“You aren’t listening to me,” you said, exacerbated.

“What do you mean?”

“Taehyung, what if I don’t want to take money from you?” you said, placing your hand on your hip.

“I’m confused,” Taehyung complained, continuing to look up at the ceiling.

“I’m so fucked,” you murmured, looking down at your stomach in concern.

Taehyung glanced over at you. Eyes brimming with tears as you cradled your stomach in fear. He felt sick to his stomach. You were both to blame for what happened. He should take responsibility, ease some of your worry. But what would he do? Could he be a good father for this child? Could the two of you work together to make this okay? Did he even want to try?

Yes, he did want to try.

Because you were his wife. Through an agency or not it was still an honest to God marriage on paper. So, you both kinda fucked up, but how you handled it would be paramount for the child.

“Let me help you,” he said, standing up.

Looking up from your tummy in shock, you weren’t sure if you believed him. “What are you talking about,” you said.

“I’ve got your six if you got mine,” he announced, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Taehyung a baby isn’t easy. It’s a lifetime commitment. We’d be bound together for life,” you explained.

“Sounds good, I accept this mission,” he said, smiling.

“Taehyung!”

“Let me take care of you, and in the future if something happens, take care of me,” he reasoned.

“Tae this isn’t-I don’t know about this,” you whimpered.

“Trust me, Y/N, trust me this once,” he asked, walking over to you.

Staring into his eyes you didn’t see a hint of a joke or humor in them. He... He was serious?

“Okay Taehyung, I’ve got your six if you’ve got mine,” you sighed.

“Partners?”

“Partners.”

---

The envoy was dispatched to your location a few hours ago. A female agent, playing your sister, would be picking you up and taking you back to the IEA. Taehyung had been almost glued to your side the previous days, saying that he didn’t want anything to happen to you.

“Taehyung,” you groaned, laying in bed around twenty minutes before the car was supposed to arrive. He came into the room, looking at you with a neutral expression.

“Yes?” he asked, eyes locking with yours.

“I-I’m nervous,” you said, twiddling your fingers.

“The envoy will take you to the airport and then you’ll have a meeting with hyung, he’s not so bad. Especially since you’re pregnant. Hyung might be a jerk sometimes, but he’s not heartless, you’ll be safe Y/N, I promise.”

“And the second Feng is dead?”

“I’ll be on my way back to you,” he said firmly.

“Thank you Taehyung, for everything,” you said, feeling emotional.

“Don’t cry, jeez,” he admonished, coming to wipe your tears with his sleeve.

“Sorry, I’m just going to miss you,” you sniffled. Taehyung smiled softly at your tone, placing a gentle hand on your stomach.

“I’m going to miss you too, and your food. Honestly did you refrigerate some of that broccoli soup you made? If you don’t I might starve to death,” he complained.

Giggling you nodded your head. “Yes Tae, there’s at least four servings in there, just don’t eat it all in a row, I don’t want you to get sick,” you warned.

“Yes dear,” he said, rubbing his soft fingertips into your skin. “How big is the baby right now?” he asked, keeping his eyes locked on your little tummy.

“I’m about eight weeks so around the size of a kidney bean,” you explained.

“Our little bean,” he said, smiling.

“Yeah,” you grinned back.

The sound of a car door shutting came from up front. The two of you turned your heads and sighed. “Come on, I’ll get your bag for you,” Taehyung said, lifting what was supposed to be a little weekend bag filled with the necessities. 

You nodded and let Taehyung do the heavy lifting while you went to gather a couple things from the bathroom. Your sister, played by Yeri of accounting, came walking up smiling brightly. The two of you embraced quickly, hugging for a long time before Taehyung huffed like a little kid.

“Okay, off my wife,” he said, pulling you back for a second.

“Sheesh Taehyung, didn’t expect you to be so possessive,” she joked.

“Alright baby,” he said, ignoring Yeri all together, “I promise the second this is over I’ll come to get you,” he said smiling.

“Okay, I’ll hold you to it,” you beamed back.

“C’mere,” he said, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. Taehyung and you hadn’t really been as touchy feely recently, so to finally have his lips on yours felt amazing. Wrapping your arms around him contentedly you could hear Yeri gagging in the background.

“Come on kids, time to go,” she said, clapping her hands.

Breaking apart Taehyung tucked your hair behind your ears, “I’m gonna miss you,” he said, genuine sadness creeping into his features.

“I’ll miss you two, we both will,” you said, holding your stomach. Taehyung knelt to the ground and placed a kiss on your stomach.

“You both better behave,” he warned, shooting you a heated glance before standing up to give you a final hug.

“See you later, Taehyung!” you said, getting into the car.

Taehyung waved as the two of you drove down the road.

Time for phase two.

---

The drive between you and Yeri was quiet.

“Thanks for coming to get me,” you said softly, looking at your thumbs.

“Don’t mention it,” she said, waving her hand.

“Does the whole office know that I’m...” you trailed off, thoughts wandering.

“Pretty much everybody knows, sorry, Director Kim came out looking like he had just gone through an emotional rollercoaster. We all were kinda thrown for a loop when he said an envoy needed to be put together and stat. Everyone kind of murmured when Hoseok from HR spoke up about the reasoning for paperwork. And it sorta slipped that you had a bun in the oven,” she explained.

“Aw man,” you said, rubbing your face with your palm.

“I’m sorry that you got fired over this,” she offered.

“I knew that if I fucked up this mission in any way that it would get me terminated. Just didn’t think fucking would be the problem that got me fired,” you sighed.

“So, you and Taehyung huh?” she asked, eyes focused on the road.

“Oh, we’re not... like, serious or anything,” you scrambled.

“Serious enough to stick with you for a baby, that's a big time commitment,” Yeri commented.

“Well, we’re partners, we watch each other’s back and help when the other one needs it,” you repeated what Taehyung had told you nights prior.

“But with a baby? I don’t know Y/N, I’d just keep your eyes on the skies and head on the ground for right now. Try to readapt to civilian life,” Yeri suggested.

“I don’t see why we couldn’t work,” you mumbled, leaning your head against the window.

“Taehyung isn’t exactly a people person, how do you think he’ll react with a little people showing up in his world. Crying at all times of day, demanding feedings and toys and affection. It’s going to be overwhelming for the both of you,” she said.

“I-I get it, Yeri.” 

“Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to be such a jerk about it. You know Taehyung better than probably anyone at the agency. If you believe him, then I don’t see why the two of you can’t make it work in a healthy manner,” she soothed.

But the damage was done.

A sense of unease settled over your stomach as you felt your heart clench painfully. Nothing was keeping Taehyung from going out and getting another woman. Someone prettier, a better agent who wasn’t so sensitive, someone who could handle him and his intense personality with ease. Not you who would bicker with him every chance you got.

“Y/N, put your head down,” Yeri demanded suddenly.

“What? Why-”

BANG!

A gunshot ran out over the road, taking out Yeri’s review mirror. The car swerved as Yeri tried to keep it from becoming an easy target. 

“Fuck!” Yeri screamed, hitting the guardrail on the other side of the road. 

“Yeri! Please be careful!” you said, holding your stomach in fear. 

“I can’t do much when someone is shooting at us Y/N!” 

“Who would be shooting at us anyways?!” you screamed, grabbing the bar above the window to stabilize yourself.

Another shot rang out, hitting a tire and causing a blowout. The car wobbled, fishtailing as the back end was no longer stable. You gripped onto the bar tightly, remembering your training and attempting to remain calm.

“Yeri, do you have a gun in here?” you asked.

“Yeah, glove box, why?” she asked, trying to drive with a blown tire.

“Because I know exactly who these people are, and they fucked with the wrong person,” you said, pulling the pistol out of the glove box and throwing the magazine in before rolling down the window.

“Y/N! What the fuck are you doing!”

“Saving our lives, maybe,” you said, pulling yourself up and out. Wrapping your leg around your seatbelt stabilized you, giving you better aim. 

Firing you nailed the passenger who was shooting in the head, watching as if flew back against the seat. Glass shattered from the bullet’s entry into the windshield. Next you aimed for the driver, shooting threw the broken windshield, hitting him in the throat. The car swerved behind you, hitting the guardrail and flipping before coming to rest on it’s side.

Smirking you pulled yourself back into the car, looking ahead of you. Only for your stomach to drop.

Dead ahead were three more cars, waiting.

Yeri slammed on the breaks, sending you forward into the dash. 

The two of you were fucked, blocking your only path out with a blown up car. Yeri seemed to notice because she pulled out her holstered weapon, aiming at the guys standing outside the car. The next thing you knew, the windshield was shattering, Yeri’s head slumping forward against the steering wheel, laying on the horn.

“Yeri!” You cried, gripping her shoulder and shaking her aggressively. 

The men swarmed the vehicle, grabbing at you and pulling you out of the vehicle kicking and screaming.

“Let me go you fuckers! I’m going to kick all of your asses!”

Once they finally got a good grip on you, you were held kneeling in front of...

“Doctor Namjoon?” you asked, eyebrow raising.

“Y/N, how pleasant to see you here,” he said, kneeling down to your level.

“What are you-how-when...?” you asked, confusion taking over your entire being.

“Well, you see Y/N, Mr. Feng would like a word with you and your husband.”

“What?”

“Mr. Feng, the one who supplies our town with everything it needs. The one who built our clinic, the one who set up the adoption center in town, would like to speak with you and your husband. We wouldn’t want to keep the good man waiting would we?” he said, standing up and motioning to the other men standing around you.

“Wait, Doctor Namjoon! There must be a mistake, what did we do? Why does Mr. Feng want to speak with us?”

“Because your husband has just won the election for mayor.”

---

Taehyung couldn’t believe the news.

He was now mayor.

Finally he could take down Feng and restore peace.

His co-workers were blowing up his phone non-stop. But there wasn’t a single message from you. Not that you had to message him or anything, but... it’d be nice to hear from you. Taehyung was caught up in his thoughts about you he almost didn’t hear his phone ringing.

The caller ID was yours.

“Hello? Y/N? Where are you? Did you make it to the airport alright?”

“Taehyung!” You screamed.

His blood ran cold at the desperate sound in your voice.

“Hear that little man? We managed to get ourselves a visitor,” a sinister tone echoed over the phone.

“Feng,” Taehyung growled.

“Now now, Taehyung, wouldn’t want to upset me. I’ve got two for the price of one after all,” Feng’s low voice warned.

Taehyung felt sick. You and the baby were in danger.

“What do you want?” Taehyung asked, desperate to save you.

“A resignation letter, brought to the address in the message that will follow this call,” Feng demanded.

“And if I refuse?”

“Two birds with one bullet,” he said, laying it out.

“Is she safe?” He asked, gripping his pant leg, anger suffusing his entire body.

“For now, the clock is ticking Taehyung.”

And with that, there was a click and the line went dead.

Taehyung flew into action, grabbing his bag and throwing on different clothes. 

“I’m coming baby,” he promised into the air, hoping to God you heard him in your heart.

---

Your body ached, hands tied behind your back without any care to blood flow or being able to feel your fingers. 

You were tied to a flimsy wooden chair, feet taped together. Feng and his men were surrounding the area, everyone seemed to have a position. You tried to find points of weakness, something to exploit, but there weren't many flaws in the way these men were placed. If Feng was good at something, it was security.

Looking around at the several areas of escape, you were disappointed to discover men stationed at every one of them. Of course, it would be a rookie move for them to leave any exit open around someone like you. Although you weren’t sure if they knew your true identity or not.

The likelihood of them knowing wasn’t high. They hadn’t pressured you or asked you any questions since your arrival. They’d merely tied you up and left you to wait. It was agonizing to sit still for the longest time, your hands burning from the rope being tied too tight.

The men around the warehouse were all milling around, all keeping their eyes on the doors. Feng was not a patient man, something you’d figured out. As he stood there, staring at the entrance where Taehyung could come through any moment.

“Boss, we should just kill her then kill him. We have the numbers on them,” one person spoke up, looking bored at the back.

“And what good would that do me? Taehyung is respected in the community, if he dies then the people won’t trust me anymore. Do you want my people not to have faith in me anymore? Do you want me to constantly be battling like this against stupid people who try to work against my tide? I am going to rule China one day, and it won’t be because idiotic people like you tell me what to do,” Feng growled out.

“S-sorry sir,” he whimpered out.

“Shut up and go check the perimeter,” Feng said, barking a few more orders before the men scattered like pool balls.

You sat there, silently observing everything going on. They had a standard set up, something two D3s could liquidate easily. But with one of you being compromised, it made it a little harder. Hopefully Taehyung had a plan.

“Worried that your husband won’t come for you?” Feng sneered, looking at you with disgust.

“When my husband shows up, you all should be very concerned about what you do next,” you warned, glaring harshly at Feng with as much venom as you could muster.

“Taehyung is a man of politics and sweet talking, not action. Although, he must have some action to have you end up in this state,” he scoffed.

“I’m known to be a man of action.”

Both yours and Feng’s heads snapped in the direction of the voice.

“Taehyung,” you breathed, so relieved to see him here. But at the same time fear coursed through your veins. This was a volatile situation with lots of variables, you both had to play this perfectly for it to work.

“Y/N,” he answered, coming to walk forward.

You felt cool metal touch the side of your temple and Taehyung halted in his steps, staring at the gun pointed to your head.

“I believe you owe me something, Mr. Taehyung,” Feng said, holding out his hand. 

Taehyung retrieved something from the inside of his jacket, holding it up before setting it down on the floor and kicking it over towards the two of you. Feng bent down to pick it up when you struck.

Lifting your tied legs up you bashed your heel over his head, causing him to collapse onto the ground. Taehyung rushed forward, quickly removing your bindings around your wrists and feet.

“Taehyung we don’t have much time, a majority of the guards will be back soon after checking the perimeter. Once they see your car they’re gonna book it back here,” you warned.

“I know, you act like this is my first rodeo,” he remarked, sounding mock hurt. 

Finally the restraints came off, falling to the ground in a heap. Taehyung didn’t hesitate to pull you into his embrace, quickly claiming your lips with his.

“Mmm, Taehyung, not now,” you said, pulling away after a few pecks. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” A guard asked, raising his gun and pointing it at you. Taehyung immediately put his body between you and the gun. 

“Feng is just taking a nap,” Taehyung pulled out his gun and shot at Feng, three times. “Permanently.”

“You son of a bitch!” 

Bullets started raining down on the two of you. Taehyung interlocked your fingers, taking off down the warehouse floor. You could hear the metal bullets flying past your ears, making them ring in irritation.

Taehyung continued to pull you down the alleyway, running fast as he could. Your legs burned with the effort to carry your body. You were frightened, adrenaline pumping through your veins at the idea of something happening to you. Taehyung or the baby. But you couldn’t think that way here, it was flight or fight time. And it’s time to fight.

Grabbing Taehyung’s gun you fired off a few rounds, hitting a couple guards towards the top of the railing. But with you standing still, you got a nick in your shoulder, a bullet grazing your delicate flesh.

Taehyung ripped the gun from your grasp and pushed you in front of him, sending your body hurtling forward. “Taehyung let me handle this,” you screamed.

“If you handle it that way you’ll wind up dead, and I won’t have that!” He yelled.

“Taehyung trust me,” you begged, going further ahead.

“I trust you with my life, but not yours,” he said, moving towards the car. Bullets flew past the two of you, one hitting the car tire dead on, having it pop like a balloon. Taehyung cursed as he sent a few rounds off back into the warehouse. You watched as a few men dropped like flies. His aim was deadly, no wonder he was one of the top operatives of the team.

“We need to find transport,” you said, looking at Taehyung.

“I know, but my car is around back, we’d have to fight our way through,” Taehyung said, looking dead ahead.

“Let’s do it,” you said, grabbing his hand and interlocking your fingers.

“No, I can’t risk you getting hurt,” he denied.

“Taehyung give me a gun and let’s get them. I’ve got your six if you’ve got mine,” you said, smiling brightly.

A few moments later, a pistol was place in your hand and Taehyung started moving ahead.

“Cover my back, I’ll go in first, you get any that I miss. Extra magazines are in my pockets,” he instructed as the two of you walked down the suspiciously empty hallway.

A few steps in Taehyung fired his first round. You both kept moving, hands interlocked and moving as one. You two were partners, and you both were going to get out of this unscathed if the other had anything to say about it. Taehyung felt your wedding band rub against his fingers and a new found strength gripped him. 

He wouldn’t fail.

Not today.

You saw movement in the room next to you, taking aim as you fired the round, watching as a man collapsed behind the door. A smirk left your lips as you saw the crimson fluid spill from under the door. Another one bites the dust.

Taehyung fired again, making sure to clear the rooms before heading down the hallway. Suddenly, two men appeared from the hallway in your direction. You squeezed Taehyung’s hand, he instantly flipped the two of you around, firing off two shots in their direction. You heard the distinct thud of bodies hitting the floor when you also took three shots at men coming towards you the new head of the movement.

Two went down easy, the third struggled on the floor, aimed and shot, shooting through the ceiling right in front of you. Running forward you crushed his wrist with your heeled shoe, shooting him through the head for good measure before Taehyung came back, bringing your hands together once more and taking the lead.

“They just keep coming,” you exclaimed, fingers already hurting from the recoil of the gun.

“Hang in there, just a few more, then we’re home free,” Taehyung said, shooting down the hall once more.

“Okay,” you agreed, letting the years of your training take over your body.

“That’s my girl,” Taehyung smiled, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles for a moment before pushing forward through the building.

The pet name sent liquid fire through your veins. You were his girl, you were the one carrying his child, no one else. It was the two of you against the world right now, and you were going to win.

“I see the door, I’m not sure if there’s an alarm on it or not, but be prepared to run,” he said, approaching the metal door with an air of caution. He checked around the seal, not seeing any wires or things of that nature that would trip an alarm, nor did he see any sensors that could also send a signal back to the main area of the warehouse.

“I think we’re in the clear. The car is right around the corner when we get down the stairs, okay? You go ahead of me alright. In case this door does trigger an alarm, I want you to get in the car and go. If I’m hit or I go down, you go without me, you understand?”

Panic suffused your body. Leave? Without him? Never.

“No, I won’t go unless you’re there with me,” you argued.

“Listen, if I go down there’s no way you can get me in the car by yourself. You’re carrying precious cargo baby, best not to risk anything,” Taehyung explained.

“Tae I’m not going to leave you,” you said, shaking your head.

“Baby listen to me, I need you to make it out of here. If I lose you now I-I don’t know what I’ll do,” he said, looking at you with concern.

“You won’t lose me, and I won’t lose you. We’re getting out of here together, Taehyung,” you said.

“Then let’s go,” he announced, opening the door. The two of you bolted down the stairs, not waiting for the alarm to trip or anything of the sort. Your heart was hammering in your chest, blood pounding in your ears. God, it had been so long since you felt like this.

The fear, the adrenaline.

It all made you realize what a crazy few months this had been. Originally, you hated Taehyung, hated what he represented. Everything you couldn’t be, just a reminder that you had failed. But in reality he was always there. Like no one else had been. Sure at the beginning it was by force, but after a while, you enjoyed having him around. He ate your dinners with gusto, complimented your appearance, was there for you when the rest of your world fell apart. 

Sure he could be a dick, but there’s a good person under all the bullshit. You wanted to discover that person. The one you had a glimpse of during these months. The one who smiles at every dog, who doesn’t like bitter things, who needs to sleep holding onto you.

Taehyung was the only person you could rely on, and you for him. The pair of you made a pact, all those months ago. Help me, help you. And the two of you were in it for the long haul now, a child on the way changed how you saw your life going. You never expected to be a mother.

But if it was with Taehyung, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe the two of you could make it work in a healthy way for everyone involved...

You saw the car, parked just off the road and in the ditch slightly, enough so no one would see it. Another shot rang out as you two booked it across the open dirt clearing around the warehouse.

Making it to the car you flung the driver side door open, when you realized Taehyung wasn’t standing beside you.

“Taehyung!” You screamed.

Looking behind you, Taehyung was there holding his side as if he had run too fast, but you saw it.

Blood.

Everything slowed down. You watched as he brought his hand before his face, staring at the crimson liquid coating his fingers. His eyes looked to yours, clear orbs that stared into his soul. Fuck, he fucked up. And he fucked up bad.

“Go on baby,” he said, falling to his knees.

“Taehyung, no!” you screamed, running over to his side.

“Y/N, get in the fucking car and go now,” he said through gritted teeth.

“No, I can’t just leave you here are you crazy?” you said, holding his side as well.

“Y/N, I’m serious. Leave me now, they’re coming,” he said.

True to his word you heard footsteps coming down the stairs that the pair of you had just run down yourselves. It sounded like a death march approaching you two. Taehyung was shuddering, white button up during red with proof of his injury.

“I’ll fend them off,” you said, holding his head with your other hand.

“No, you won’t. Go now, while you still can baby please,” he begged.

“Please don’t make me do this without you,” you cried, tears streaming down your face.

“I’m sorry, I wish I could... Be there for the both of you,” he said, placing his hand on your stomach. “Daddy loves you... Both of you,” he whispered. Before he went limp in your arms.

“Taehyung, no! Please please come back, I love you too please!” you screamed.

“There they are!”

“Get the bitch!”

With a final kiss you bolt up, firing a few shots at the men before you took off into the car, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

Throwing the car in gear you peeled off down the road, hearing furious screaming behind you. But all you could hear were those words that’d haunt you for the rest of your life.

“I love you too, Taehyung.”

---

“It’s been five months, Y/N, you need to take it easy,” your friend, Park Jimin, said, helping you stand from your seated position.

“I’m only seven months, I got two more to go,” you said, rubbing your swollen belly with affection.

When you returned to the agency without Taehyung, Seokjin immediately knew what happened.

“Was it short?” he asked you as you appeared before him.

“Yes, he didn’t suffer,” you said.

Daddy loves you... Both of you...

Thinking about him still hurt, made your head spin with the memories of everything the two of you did together. 

His body laying in the dirt alone, as you ran to the safety of the vehicle.

Tears sprung to your eyes and Jimin rushed over, shushing you and rubbing your back.

Taehyung apparently had written a will out while the two of you were living in Feng’s little compound. Saying that anything and everything was to go to you. His apartment, his stocks and his trust that his parents left for him. It was all under your name now.

You could easily support your child and send them to any college you wanted without lifting a finger, but you knew that couldn’t work. So you got a job at a local convenience store. Something to pass the time while the baby twirled and kicked in your belly. 

People that came in and cooed over you, asking how you were and how the father was. You put on your brave face and told them he passed, but you were still doing well regardless. An old grandmother approached the check out one day...

It had been slow, no one really coming in except for a few college students and a couple middle aged men. Your feet were heavy with the weight of your pregnancy, but other than that, the day was alright.

Slow days like this were always a little harder on you. It gave you more time to think. Think about the past, the daunting cloud that was the future hanging over you. You must’ve looked distressed because a little old lady came up to the counter, a simple bottle of water in her basket.

“Are you alright dear?” She asked, looking at you with concern.

“Yes, I’m fine,” you said, wiping your eyes lightly to get whatever emotion was there out of them.

“Are you sure about that?” She questioned, looking deep into your heart.

And before you knew it, the floodgates opened. 

“No,” you whimpered out, tears falling freely from your face. 

“Oh my sweet, come here,” she said, opening her arms.

Running around the counter you took the embrace. It was the first time since Taehyung died you felt this level of comfort. Jimin tried his best but, nothing compared to the touch of a mother, someone who knew what you were going through. 

“You don’t have to talk about it, I know that pain. My husband passed before the birth of our third child. I know how badly you must hurt, but my dear, we must live on to celebrate their memory. There's sadness that comes with every passing, but we need to be happy for them. Be joyous in their memory, so that they can live on in us.”

You’d never cried that hard in your life you were certain.

But the old lady you’d never met just hung onto you, keeping you close and patting your head until your cries stopped. 

“Y/N, are you listening to me?” Jimin asked as he sat at your feet, rubbing them after your long day at work.

“Nope,” you said, popping the p for effect.

“I was saying, that we should make a nursery soon. You can’t put it off much longer. The baby is going to be here before you know it,” he said, rubbing out a knot that had been bothering you since near the beginning of your pregnancy.

“I can’t touch his stuff, Jimin, I can’t,” you whisper.

“Then I can-”

“Go in that room and I’ll cut your hands off Park Jimin,” you warned.

“Okay, okay. Then we should at least set up the cradle in your room,” he said, trying to compromise.

“Fine, but can we do it later, I’m super tired right now.”

“Yeesh, you’re such a little baby. Fine we’ll hold off until you have your next day off. Then we’re doing it,” he said.

“Okay okay, whatever,” you complained.

Jimin’s phone rang. You whined at the loss of his hands on your feet but let him go take his conversation. You looked down at your big, swollen belly and rubbed your hands over the flesh there. You didn’t want to know the gender of the baby yet. You weren’t sure what you wanted, but you knew that if they looked anything like Taehyung, your heart would break in the best way. 

Big eyes like his, that boxy smile, broad shoulders and large hands that held yours just so. Tears made their way into your eyes as you thought about him. After five months it still hurt. Not to wake up and have his arm over your waist. Hearing his soft singing in the shower. Not having his snarky comments and kinda rude attitude was even something you missed.

You just missed him...

“Hey, Y/N-oh shit, are you alright?” he asked, coming forward and touching your knee comfortingly.

“No, Jimin. How am I going to do this by myself? I can’t raise a child without him. I’m going to fuck it up, it’s going to go so wrong and I... I don’t know if I can do this,” you whimpered.

“You can do this. You aren’t alone. You know that Joy and I will do everything we can to help you out. Trust in us, we’ll be there every step of the way,” Jimin said, trying to comfort you.

“I miss him... So much,” you cried out, tears flowing freely down your face at this point. Jimin pulled you to his chest, trying to shush you, to comfort you in any way that he could. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t Taehyung. 

After a few minutes you finally calmed down. Jimin explained he had to leave and with a kiss on your forehead he was gone.

You sat on the couch, trying to watch some TV but nothing was getting rid of that feeling. The feeling in your gut that you knew. It was familiar. But you couldn’t pin it down.

Getting ready for bed you brushed your teeth and washed your face. Getting into bed you wrapped up in the blanket. It had been increasingly difficult for you to fall asleep as your pregnancy progressed. Too big to lay on your stomach and back you had to settle for sleeping on your side, something you weren’t used to. And trying to sleep without someone next to you was difficult.

Tossing back and forth all night you didn’t really fall asleep.

You kept hearing noises and having nightmares. 

Watching TV did little to ease your nerves.

You’d been spending time like this recently. So tired you’re desperate to sleep but you know in the back of your mind that sleep is so far away. 

Giving up you decided to go on a walk.

You lived in a decent neighborhood, mainly filled with older couples with no children, so you decided that a nice brisk walk in the fresh spring air would do you well. Struggling to pull on your shoes you heard it.

A rustling outside in the bushes. You waited a few moments before you heard it again. It was large, possibly a young bear, but you weren’t sure a bear would be this far into the suburbs. Again, you listened, this time a cough rang out as you waited.

A person.

Running to the bedroom you opened your bedside drawer and pulled the gun that sat under the false bottom. Gripping it tightly in your hands you moved slowly.

You knew how ridiculous this must look, but you were pregnant, alone and not taking any chances. Worst comes to worst you shoot a bear and call the cops saying you thought you were being robbed. You had a license, nothing would come of it. 

But bears don’t cough like that...

Slowly you approached the door, gun aimed low. You walked with purpose, keeping your posture straight as to be prepared in case someone came up behind you. If this was a robbery, it was likely not just one person. You didn’t want to call the police just yet, because maybe it was dumb kids deciding to take on a defenseless pregnant woman. Easy pray.

Normally.

However, as you approached the door you heard the rustling stop.

You laid your hand on the door knob, preparing yourself for the onslaught of what could be beyond the cherry hardwood. 

Quickly, you pushed the door open, aiming your gun at-

“Meow.”

“What the fuck?” you asked, looking down at a black and brown cat that had situated itself on your front doorstep.

“Meeeooowww.” It drawled at you, looking up and into your house with interest.

“No. Shoo,” you said, waving your gun carelessly into the night.

“Meeeoowww,” it said again, gazing at you with such tender eyes that it made your stomach drop.

“You need a place to stay, is that it?” you questioned, looking down at the animal.

It merely meowed again and moved passed you, strutting into your house like it owned the place.

“Sure, come on in,” you joked, walked back inside only to be stunned by what you saw.

The outline of a man, standing in the middle of your home.

Instantly the gun went up, locking onto his head with deadly precision.

“Who the fuck are you,” you growled, waiting for the intruder to turn around.

“Y/N?”

The gun clattered to the floor.

“What...?” you asked, staring into the face of the man you thought you’d never see again.

Taehyung stood before you, hair much longer than the last time you’d seen him. He looked thinner, but not grotesquely so. You couldn’t help yourself, you walked forward.

“This is a dream, a really cruel dream,” you whispered to yourself as you reached him.

“Baby,” he whispered, as if he was in the same place you were. Star struck.

“Taehyung what are you...” you said, reaching out and touching his face. There were a few scars here and there, but it was the same face, the same man you’d fallen in love with, standing before you.

“Feng’s top operatives are dead, the whole system is shut down, all thanks to us,” he said, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

SMACK.

Taehyung’s head whirled to the other side as your hand collided with his cheek. Coming back with a confused look on his face he faced your anger.

“What the fuck do you call this?” you asked, glaring at him.

“What do you mean?” he said, holding his cheek in offense.

“What are you doing here, you’re dead Taehyung,” you growled.

“No, Y/N, I’m right here, I didn’t die,” he said, moving towards you. 

You placed your hand out in front of you, stopping him in his tracks. “Please Taehyung, don’t do this to me,” you begged.

“Don’t do what? Can’t you see me? I came back for you, for us,” he announced, like a grand scheme that had all gone to plan.

“What us, Taehyung? We never really had an us,” you explained, thinking back to your memories with him.

“The us we wanted to have,” he said quickly.

“Is that even possible for us, Taehyung? Did you think about that? About all these men that are going to be chasing you? And you brought them right here? To me?”

“No, baby, listen. I killed each and every one of them. I made sure that no one would hurt what I want to build with you,” he said.

“And what is that, Taehyung?” You asked, wanting to hear him say it.

“A family, Y/N. I want to build a family, a life with you,” he divulged, looking like an embarrassed school boy.

“Do you really think that’s possible? That your work won’t follow you-”

“I quit the agency,” he said, running his fingers through his hair. 

“You what?” you asked, looking at him in disbelief.

“I quit, Y/N, I’m done with espionage,” he said.

“You’re never done with the agency, you told me that yourself,” you accused.

“No, please hear me out. I wiped my record, everything. They don’t have access to anything anymore. Hyung won’t try to find me, I promise,” he begged.

“You can’t make a promise for someone else Taehyung,” you reminded him darkly.

“How can I convince you that I want this, that I want you more than anything?”

“I don’t know,” you whispered, dropping your gaze to the floor.

“Please, tell me how to fix this,” he pleaded, cradling your face in his hands.

“I don’t know if you can, Taehyung. It’s all so messed up,” you said, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

“God, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I did this. This is my fault,” he said, rubbing his face.

“It’s not just your fault, Taehyung, I didn’t help the situation any,” you said, trying to ease his pain.

“I was so hell bent on getting revenge... I could’ve stopped but I didn’t. I didn’t stop until every last one of them was gone, and it took me too long. I mean, look at you,” he said, gesturing to your stomach. “If I had waited any longer our child would be born and I... I could’ve missed that because of wanting revenge. I’m disgusting.”

“Taehyung stop.”

“Y/N it’s my fault that you’re like this. It’s my fault that you had to suffer and it’s my fault that we-”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed his lips with passion you hadn’t felt in a long time. Taehyung took the opportunity to wrap his arms around your hips, pulling you closer than you were before. Your stomach pressed against his and your baby swirled and kicked and tumbled inside of your stomach. The air wooshed out of your lungs as you felt them wiggle around. Never had they been so active before.

Taehyung pulled away, looking at you with sheer adoration. “I can feel them,” he said, holding the side of your stomach gently. “Can I?” he asked, looking at you with desperation.

You nodded your head, looking down as he fell to his knees in front of you. Taehyung’s hands pushed your shirt up to expose your full belly. His eyes misted up as he wiped at them furiously. “You’re so beautiful, honestly,” he said, placing his lips against your soft skin.

“You’re so full of shit,” you said, laughing. “I’m the size of a whale,” you complained.

“No you aren’t. You’re pregnant, with my baby, fuck that’s so hot,” he groaned, tilting his head back.

“Yeah?” 

“Yes, fuck...” he said, resting his head on your belly. Your baby kicked, making Taehyung’s head pop up quickly. “They kicked! Oh my God, Y/N!”

“Yeah, our baby tends to do that, a lot at night too,” you told him softly.

“Really?” he asked, looking genuinely excited.

“Mhmm,” you said, gazing at Taehyung’s sparkling eyes.

“Y/N,” Taehyung swallowed hard, “can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you agreed.

“C-Can I stay... with you?”

“What?”

“N-evermind! I’ll get a hotel room or something. Maybe Jin-Hyung will let me stay with him for a while but-”

“Taehyung,” you shushed. He quieted almost immediately.

“Yes?”

“You can stay,” you said softly, “I want you to stay.”

“Really?” he said, astonished.

“Yes, but I’m laying down some ground rules,” you said.

“Of course,” he announced.

“You have to sleep in the same bed as me,” you started. Taehyung simply smiled. “You have to rub my feet when I ask, the first time I ask. And I want you to wash my hair for me,” you said, adding on that last one just to make him annoyed.

“Okay,” he agreed easily.

“And,” you said again.

“And?” he waited patiently.

“And I get to pick the first name of the baby,” you said smirking.

“Can’t we atleast get a list of names we both like together?” he asked, pouting.

“Fine fine, we can do that,” you agreed.

“So I can stay?” he asked, looking for any hesitation in your eyes.

“Yes, Taehyung, you can stay. I want you to stay,” you said again, moving to wrap him in your arms tightly.

“So we’re doing this, officially?”

“I thought it already was?” you asked, holding your hand up to reveal your ring, the one you hadn’t taken off since Taehyung ‘died’.

“You didn’t take it off?”

“How could I? It was one of the only things you ever gave me, besides this,” you said, pointing to your stomach with a laugh.

“I’m not going to apologize,” he said, smiling.

“Don’t want you to,” you said, grinning back.

“Let’s go to bed, my pretty wife,” he said, taking your hand and leading you into the bedroom.

The pair of you laid down, not even wanting to change. Taehyung comfortably wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back towards his body. 

It felt like being whole again, everything was right with the world.

And everything was going to be okay.

---

Everything was not okay.

“Taehyung I swear to fuck if you hit one more goddamn bump in this road I will slit your throat,” you growled, hanging onto the bar above the window for dear life.

“Baby I’m going as smoothly as I can,” he argued.

“Bullshit, it’s like you’re doing it on purpose!” you accused.

“Y/N,” he countered.

“Do not Y/N me right now Kim Taehyung or I will fucking kill you!”

It had started about an hour ago. 

Your baby was quiet, Taehyung and you sleeping soundly when you felt it. A distinct cramp coming from your well... down there.

Readjusting yourself you thought that might help and make it go away. You’d been cramping a lot lately, something the doctor told you was totally normal in your stage of pregnancy. But if it got any more intense then you should probably come in.

Then a sharp stabbing pain made you jolt up in bed. Taehyung was quick to get up too, looking blearily at you in concern.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked, rubbing your shoulder soothingly.

“Nothing I just-ah!” you gasped, feeling another sharp pain shoot through your body.

“Y/N?” he asked, turning to face you more directly.

“I-I think I’m having contractions,” you paled.

“Are you sure they aren't braxton hicks?” he asked, trying to narrow down the issue.

“No. These feel completely different than those, I-I wanna go to the hospital,” you said, moving to stand up when a rush of fluid went down your leg. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he said, staring at your soaked legs.

“Get the car.”

That’s how you wound up driving to the hospital at three in the morning on a Tuesday. 

Pulling into the parking lot Taehyung came around quickly to help get you out of the car. You took his arm, legs feeling wobbly as you tried to stand. Taehyung helped you the whole way, listening to you curse him out while you made your way across the parking lot.

It was a blur from there. Taehyung’s voice the only thing you could clearly make out.

You were in a wheelchair and you could feel the urge to push, you needed to push.

“Taehyung,” you whimpered, reaching for him desperately.

“It’s okay, Y/N, you’re going to be okay,” he said, wrapping his fingers around yours as you made it to the room. 

Doctors were in a flurry around you, people poking and prodding at you, adjusting this and moving that when you finally had enough.

“Stop with all the fucking around and just help me push for fucksake!” you screamed.

Everyone stopped and the doctor towards the back seemed to catch on.

“She’s dilated she needs to push,” he said, coming forward and adjusting your legs in the stirrups so that you could have better leverage.

“Okay sweetheart now take a deep breath and push,” the nurse behind you said. 

Pushing was so hard, it was like nothing you’d ever felt before. 

It was as if no matter how hard you pushed nothing would happen.

“Taehyung,” you whined, making a grabbing motion for him. Soon a big hand was wrapped around yours, warmth enveloping you as you felt the urge to push again.

“Come on baby, push, just like they said, you can do it,” Taehyung encouraged.

“I can’t. Taehyung it hurts too much,” you whimpered, grabbing onto him desperately.

“I can see the head! You’re doing amazing!”

“See? They’re almost here baby, just a little more,” Taehyung said, tears in his eyes.

“Do you got my six?” you asked, looking at him with misty eyes as well.

“I got your six baby, till the end,” he nodded.

One more big push and you felt instant relief. 

“Sir, do you want to cut the cord?”

Soon Taehyung’s warmth was replaced by a small body being placed on your chest, crying was all you heard. Instinctually, you brought them to your breast, letting them latch on and drink their fill.

Then a small kiss was placed to the top of your head.

“Baby she’s beautiful,” he cried, nestling his head into your hair.

“She? It’s a girl?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yes, it’s a girl,” he acknowledged. 

“Oh my God,” you cried, wrapping your arms around your baby, coddling her to your chest. 

“What’s the name?” A nurse from the back asked, probably getting a crib for her ready.

“Rose,” you said, instantly knowing the name was perfect for your child.

Taehyung made a small whimpering sound from behind you, and you knew he liked it too.

Turning slightly you brought him to your lips, a sweet kiss being shared between the two of you. 

“I love you Taehyung,” you said, wiping a single tear from his eye.

“I love you too, Y/N, both of you.”

[big1ron]

The Venator “Resolute” had jumped right into a separatist trap. Somehow a virus infecting the main computer has scrambled the hyperspace jump coordinates, and now the companies on board were outnumbered and without reinforcements, deep in separatist space. A few last, desperate SOSs to nobody, and the ship was quickly overwhelmed with fire. The Resolute was going down. But not before each of the escape pods could be jettisoned.

————- Chapter Two: Bad Things -—————

Dogma shot the droid and tackled Jesse just a second to late, and took the bolt himself

The pain in his left side (and a little across his back) was searing. He was still breathing though, it missed anything vital. Just grazed him. He was rolled off the arc trooper to the side as the blasterfire didn’t pause for a second even though his own shot had destroyed its target. The fire didn’t last for more than a minute though, as the arc trooper disarmed and destroyed two of the droids with ease, and the medic took the last one.

That was pathetic, he couldn’t even get back up afterwards. He had taken worse than this, so why did it hurt so badly? He could barely hear what Jesse was saying, almost didn’t notice coric appear beside him.

“You di’kut! That hurt you far worse than it would have hurt me, what were you thinking!”

Right. Arc trooper. Thicker chest plate means the bolt wouldn’t have hurt him that badly

“S-sorry sir.”

Coric removed Dogmas helmet and jabbed a painkillers hypo into his neck “that was a sniper bolt, high powered. But it missed anything vital, you’ll live” Quickly moves to remove the chest plate before being stopped by Jesse

“Leave it coric”

“Jesse I dont care how much you hate him if-“

“I said leave it! This isn’t about my feelings for him. Maybe I hate him a little but he’s still my brother and I don’t want him to suffer. But we just encountered commando droids and that means there could be more around. It’s not vital you treat that but If you remove his chest plate to treat that and he gets shot again, you would be dealing with something much worse. So let’s move!”

“I- sir yes sir.”

“Kix you doing okay there buddy?” Echo turns back from the head of the group to look at kix, who is leaning much more heavily on rex now. Rex had chosen the right tunnel, they were now on the surface walking through the forest.

“I hate you... soo much echo. Plea’slow down...” they couldn’t have been walking more than a few hours but Kix looked absolutely exhausted. And he had been tripped by echo a few times now.

“I do too Kix, I do too. Echo, he’s right we should stop here for a little while, you two need some rest. DON’T annoy him in his sleep please.“

Echo takes Kix from Rex and is glared at before he can drop him. “Oh come on. Neither of you hate me, and Rex I know I’m your favourite.”

“My favourite’s Fives”

Echo gasps, offended “you take that back”

“You’re all rex’ favourite ok? Can I plea’sleep now?” Echo sighs in apparent defeat. The two settle down against a tree and once rex is sure they’re both asleep he begins watch.

Rex paces the parameter and looks back at the two vode, sleeping together. He smiles softly. They really are cute when they aren’t trying to annoy each other, or him. On the farthest corner of his loop though he hears something drop down from the trees between him and the other two. Commando droids.

They were completely unseen in the night, with their eyes not glowing like they should. They did now though, and he was surrounded as three appeared behind him. Rex immediately turn to the one centred behind him and blasts it to smithereens, diving over it and rolling to escape the others blasts. He runs in the opposite direction to echo and Kix to lure the droids away.

All four droids fall for it, they must not have noticed the two. The captain stops dead in his tracks and elbows the nearest droid in the face and shoots it with his free hand. He then throws that droid into another, knocking it over and deactivating both. He shoots a third down and has a mini heart attack when he can’t find the fourth. Is almost relieved when it springs on him from a nearby bush. He wrestles with it on the ground until he can grab his dropped blaster, and shoot it.

Rex gets up and dusts himself off. Now he just needs to get back and... which direction did he come from...?

“ECHO! KIX? WHERE ARE YOU TWO” he called but either they were to far to hear him or were to asleep to hear him.

“- But thats way to risky! There are three of us hardcase, we will be killed!”

“It’s either that or we get used to this place cause we aren’t leaving”

“There are other ways than storming into a separatist base, think with your head for once!”

“Oh don’t start that up again. I’m thinking perfectly fine, just cause your an arc trooper doesn’t make you any smarter than me”

“Yeah well maybe it gives me a little more common-

“will you two stop arguing already!?”

Hardcase and Fives both stop bickering to look at Tup. It’s the first time either of them has stopped bickering in the last few hours.

“Stop yelling at each other, it’s getting nowhere. I know you both want what’s best for the squad but you can do that without screaming at each other! Fives I know you’re and arc trooper and hardcase I know you have seniority, and I know you have conflicting ideas and opinions but following the structure of command we have to listen to fives.”

The three were walking in a single file line across a thin out pass on the side of a cliff face, heading for the summit. Fives first plan. Get a vantage point. Tups speach shut the two of them up for a little, but not long, as they started fighting again as hardcase questioned who has been put in charge by Rex more often. They didn’t hear him yelp when the rocks fell out from beneath him. He was send skidding all the way back down to the base of the cliff, which had had to have been a few hundred feet at least. He tried to grab at rocks, branches, anything he could to slow his fall but all he did was send himself rolling instead of sliding.

He landed on the ground with a thud. His head was spinning and he hardly had time to even register what had happened. He let himself lay splayed in the ground for a second before mentally checking himself over. His hair tie had snapped sometime during the fall and he would definitely be bruised in quite a few places but nothing felt broken. He pulled himself to his feet and looked back up to where they were. He couldn’t see fives or hardcase “GUYS! FIVES, HARDCASE!” He called “IM DOWN HERE!”

No response. Great. Ok. Nice.

Tup scooped up his blaster and began to search for another way up the cliff.

“HARDCASE WE LOST TUP”

“WHAT”

“HES GONE”

“HOW COULD YOU LOSE TUP!?”

“HEY I didn’t lose anyone. He just disappeared!!”

“Well where could he have gone?!”

Both turn and look down and look to eachother before fives has to grab hardcase to stop him flinging himself off the cliff

Jesse still has one pistol drawn and is on guard as his group moves down the path. Dogma had been even more quiet then later but coric assumed that was to hide the pain. Coric would keep an eye on him, he wouldn’t tell him whenever the painkillers wore off. That’s something he knew about dogma. Dogma wasn’t paying attention and tripped in some kind of animal burrow. He w t down with a small noise of distress. Coric stopped and waited for him to get up, Jesse didn’t. Dogma caught back up to the group, but the limp was noticeable. Jesse only rolled his eyes.

“Hey are you alright?” Coric asked, as if he expected any answer other than ‘fine.’

“I’m alright, doesn’t matter.”

Close enough. He kept an eye on him and the limp didn’t go away for 10 minutes so he decided to intervene.

“Hey Jesse, let’s stop. I want to check over dogma again. He’s limping”

“I’m fine coric it’s-“

Ah there it is. The ‘I’m fine’ he’s so used to hearing.

“Listen kid when a medic tells you something you listen. We’ll stop. Coric, make this as quick as possible though.”

Of course, Kix was also a medic. Jesse is just as bad as the rest of them but he’s probably heard these PSAs more than anyone.

Coric held up the medisensor and sighed

“It’s sprained. He really shouldn’t be walking on it. I won’t be able to treat it properly until we get back.”

“What? No, I can walk fine. I was just doing so, wasn’t I? Let’s get going again”

“No, you think you’re fine. If coric says you can’t, I guess you can’t.” Jesse sighs and turns to coric “I guess I’ll carry him. We can’t leave him here, and you’ve got the medpack.”

Coric’s honestly a little surprised Jesse agreed, but then he feels a little bad for underestimating Jesse. But then again he gets the feeling Jesse may actually just be playing four dimensional petty chess as well.

Having acquired Ahsoka a second bike, the two Jedi were surveying the planet right until the crack of dawn when

“Master am I crazy or do you feel what I feel?”

Anakin’s bike skids to a stop in front of a trooper laying face down in the dirt, as if that’s right where he fell

“Whatcha doing Rex? Trying to become a landform?”

The captain pulls his arms underneath him and gets up. He is almost tackled right back to the ground as he’s tackle hugged from behind. Luckily he’s caught (and also hugged from the front) by anakin.

“We missed you Rex! I was afraid you were shot down! I’m so glad you’re alive...” said ahsoka

“It’s great to see you two, sirs. But I don’t know how much longer I’ll be alive if you keep crushing me”

“Now ahsoka, please don’t kill our poor captain. He looks like he’s had a long day.” He pulls away from Rex and ahsoka does the same. “So Rex, we only have two speeders, so who do you want to ride with?”

“Uhh...” he weighed his options. On the one hand- to long. Both Jedi got that glint in their eye that meant competition and both grabbed at rex at once. Anakin pulled him towards himself before ahsoka could lay a hand on the captain.

“Alright captain, you’re riding with me. Hold on.”

[mcmedianoche]

“La Oscuridad Te Espera” (Chapter 1) - Sombra/McCree

Another demon-hunter... but not just any old demon-hunter. This is Jesse McCree: a legend, a myth, a series of stories in his own right.

Sombra sighs, downing the rest of her drink. This had to happen sometime. “I must be getting sloppy,” she says, her voice as smooth as syrup. “If you’re here for me, I’ve made it easy for you, McCree.”

“Papa Reinhardt, is it true?”

“Is what true, child?”

A tall, freckled girl, no older than 14, bounds up to a nearby table and whispers to the huge, scarred, silver-haired man sat comfortably there. “They say there are demons in this village. Angry spirits. The oni are here. Is that why we’re here? Are you going to fight them?” She looks over at another table, where a short, full-bearded blond man and a tall, voluptuous blonde woman share drinks and a bowl of bread. “Does Papa know?”

The man laughs, rumbling the table but holding his huge stein of beer steady so as not to knock it off the table in his amusement. “Nonsense, Brigitte. Where did you hear that?”

She falters for a moment, smoothing her thick auburn ponytail behind her as she looks around the tavern, then seems to find her resolve as she looks at the locals. “The villagers… It’s all they’ve talked about, all night. Something is destroying the castle at the edge of town. All who go near it are lost. They say…” and here, she lowers her voice, “they say, at night... there are dragons. ”

Reinhardt takes a few sips from his stein and beckons Brigitte to sit down. “We are here for a family vacation, because Hanamura is beautiful this time of year. The oni are just an ancient legend. Only stories.”

Brigitte doesn’t accept this, scooting in closer at the table and staring Reinhardt in the eye. “All stories begin in truth,” she insists. “Do you know this one?”

Sombra grins beneath her hood, shading her glowing, white-gold eyes from view. It’s merely on instinct, as she is currently invisible in the corner of the tavern behind them. She takes a sip of her whiskey, the glass also invisible in her clutches, and waits. The mortals rarely have a clue in these matters. This ought to be good.

“Well, there are as many tales of the oni as we have ghost stories in Germany. Or Sweden. But yes, I have heard this one, specifically.”

Brigitte’s big brown eyes light up. She puts both elbows on the table, rests her face in her palms, and settles in.

“Long ago, these lands were ruled by a powerful family who had two sons. Warrior princes, trained to carry on the family legacy. Both skilled beyond their years, both well equipped to lead, and each powerful in their own right. But they disagreed, profoundly so, when it came time to decide how they would protect their land. The younger brother, sweet of heart and warm in temperament, wanted to keep his people happy, above all else. He said, ‘If we care for our people, they will care for each other in turn. If we can nurture one heart, one land, the rest will come naturally.’”

Sombra snorts into her glass. This is already bullshit.

“The elder brother, iron of will and steady in disposition, wanted to keep his people strong, above all else. He said, ‘With the right foundation, our people will be united towards a common goal. To keep them happy at structure’s expense is a fool’s errand. We must instead keep them in control. ‘The rest,’ as you say, will come because we steered it so.’”

“Head versus heart,” Brigitte whispered. “The worst struggle.”

Reinhardt nods, clapping her on the shoulder. “Yes. As you can see, they were two very important sides of the same coin. In order to rule, both were necessary, but neither could see it. And so, the elder struck down his brother, believing him weak. But this hurt the elder brother beyond measure, warping his already weak heart so badly that he began to transform. The mark of the oni spread across his skin, leaving a demon face, and turning his skin gray and his eyes white. The spirits that roamed this land did not approve of his actions, for he had upset the balance.”

“You can’t have one without the other,” Brigitte said solemnly, her palms now flat on the table.

“No, you can’t. And that is why the spirits went one step further, bringing the younger brother back to life to restore this balance. But he, with his heart too full, was forever wounded by the offense, and returned as… something else. Transformed, much like his brother, with the kindness that once cradled his heart now twisted. But balance has yet to be restored. The oni they say inhabit the old castle...”

“The brothers. They’re still there.”

Reinhardt finishes off his beer. “And still fighting, so they say. But these are just stories, Brigitte. Legends and myths.”

Well. Sombra has to admit: part of the story is actually true. But the people are romantic, and the nature of the demon brothers’ torment has been lost to sentiment. Sombra knows she isn’t tracking some wounded soul with a heart too big for his body. The oni known as Genji is as selfish as any other, and was brought back to life for reasons just as selfish. Dragons’ fiery egos are easily offended.

Either way, what Genji wants does not matter, and neither does his brother. Genji is her bounty. Until the banshee’s price also includes Hanzo’s wretched soul, he is of no consequence to her.

She’s waiting here for proper nightfall. Once the clock strikes midnight, and this tavern closes to the public, she can make her way to Shimada Castle. There is only one hour to go.

Brigitte yawns, despite herself. “If they’re only stories, why are the people so scared?”

“People fear all kinds of things they don't understand. Do not trouble yourself.”

“But--”

“Come now, Brigitte. It is very late and I think we are both getting tired.” Reinhardt calls over to the next table and notifies the blond couple that it is time they all head back to the inn, citing Brigitte’s bedtime over her increasingly drowsy protests.

Sombra watches them leave. They were the last patrons.

She shifts, dropping her invisibility, then approaches the bar, glass in hand. “Thanks for the drink.”

“Thank you, if you pull this off. The oni are scaring my customers away.” The owner of the bar, Ichika, a much older woman with one thick black streak in her long gray hair, rolls her eyes and whips her towel for emphasis. “I remember when they were mortals, you know. It wasn’t that long ago, but you know how these things get once stories start to spread. They were handsome young men, beautiful even, but an idiot and an asshole.”

Sombra laughs. “Ay, I’ve heard Genji used to be a charmer! A charmer can’t be that stupid, can he? Mierda, don’t tell me my intel was wrong. I’ll have to rethink my whole strategy.”

“A charmer, yes! Absolutely. But a slave to his whims. Foolhardy at every turn, and his father only made things worse by coddling him. And Hanzo was no fun at all, but at least he always sprung for the good sake. The two of them kept me in business, and now they’re pushing me out of it!”

The bell above the tavern’s entrance suddenly dings with its jaunty little melody. Sombra, knowing it’s too late to shift into invisibility, chances a lighting-quick glance at the newcomer.

Oh. Oh, this just got interesting.

A ruggedly good-looking man in a wide-brimmed hat steps through the door, his eyes shielded from view. A crossbow hangs on his back, and an ornate revolver rests at his hip. He has one prosthetic arm that seems to be made of silver and fire, and he’s strapped with silver bullets. His getup is actually rather similar to her own, Sombra thinks, considering herself, down to the red scarf hung loosely around his neck.

Another demon-hunter... but not just any old demon-hunter. This is Jesse McCree: a legend, a myth, a series of stories in his own right.

Well, Sombra sighs, downing the rest of her drink. This had to happen sometime. “I must be getting sloppy,” she says, her voice as smooth as syrup. “If you’re here for me, I’ve made it easy for you, McCree.”

McCree lifts his head and looks at her with far more surprise than she expects. He takes a drag from his cigar, then pulls it from his mouth with that unmistakable arm of his. ”Sombra?”

Ichika looks back and forth between them. “You two know each other? Ah, of course you do. Can’t be a big circle, your line of work.”

McCree struts over to the bar with his hands on his belt. “Know of. A gorgeous shadow demon who hunts other demons without remorse? Yeah, there’s only one of her. The rest have this thing about loyalty to their kind, or whatever.”

Sombra lifts an eyebrow and flutters dark eyelashes over her white-gold eyes. “Aww, they say I’m gorgeous?”

McCree meets her cheeky gaze with an amused grin of his own, staring for a long moment as the smirk spreads across Sombra’s face. “Nah, I added that part.”

Ichika swats the bar between them with her towel, startling them both. “Stop flirting long enough to kill the demons, if you would be so kind.”

“No worries, ma’am,” McCree says, tipping his hat. “I don’t flirt with demons, but I do have eyes.”

“And I don’t flirt with people who make those kinds of hairstyle choices, because I, too, have eyes,” Sombra snorts with a glance at his ponytail. McCree splutters in offense, but she laughs and goes on, “So, you’re here to step on my bounty? That’s a much bigger problem than if you were here for me, McCree.” She turns on her bar stool, revealing the hybrid pistol and crossbow resting on her lap.

“If your bounty is the oni Hanzo, then yes, I am. And I’ve slain bigger demons than you before breakfast,” he replies, dropping his hand near his revolver. “If not, then I believe we’re square.”

“NO SHOOTING IN MY TAVERN!” Ichika shrieks, whipping the towel around violently to separate them.

“Ow! Relajate, Ichi--”

“Sorry, ma’am, I’m sorry--”

Ichika stares them both down until they settle in their seats, sneaking heated glances at each other, but saying nothing.

“I don’t know who hired each of you, or how you ended up here on the same night, but don’t you dare screw this up. Sombra catches Genji. McCree catches Hanzo. My customers return. Don’t -- I mean it, DON’T! -- get in each other’s way, and we’ll all be happy.”

She stares at them again, silently, but no less stern, until they’re both glaring at each other in a resigned sort of way.

“Si, Ichika.”

“You got it, ma’am.”

“Good. Now, she’s already had hers, but I bet you stopped in for a drink, so here’s one for the road,” Ichika says, filling a shot glass for McCree. “You both get another round if you come back here alive.”

Their tempers are cooling, now that they know they’re here for different demons, but Sombra’s stuck on Ichika’s words. Judging from the curious look McCree’s giving her over his glass, he’s thinking the same thing.

Who hired him, and how did they both end up here on the same night?

He sets his empty glass on the bar, then stands and gestures towards the door. “After you. I got enough demons without adding another one at my back.”

Sombra laughs, the sound dark and not at all amused when she slides off her bar stool, and shifts, disappearing from sight. She savors the look of alarm on McCree’s face.

Demons can’t do that, and he knows it.

She waits a few moments, moving silently around him, then stands on her toes and speaks at the back of his neck. “Looks like you’re in over your head.”

McCree shivers at the feel of her breath against his ear, the only physical indication of his shock that he will allow. He whips around just in time to see her shift back into view. She turns and saunters towards the exit, resting her gun on her shoulder, then glances back to flash those glowing eyes at him before she opens the door.

“Get a move on, McCree,” she says, beckoning him closer with one claw-gloved finger. “We don’t have all night.”

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A True Man of His Word:

McCree head-canon that has gone too far Chapter 2: Part 1

Jesse had been complaining the entire time he was being walked out of the little interrogation room-mostly because he couldn’t stand the silence and didn’t want to focus on the thoughts going through his head at the moment-and only the butt of a rifle to his jaw shut him up. These people were not by any means going to treat him as one of their own, and he doubted any of them actually knew why he was coming along anyways. Jesse stared at the floor while his cuffs jangled with each step. 

He spat the blood that had been welling up in his mouth after a moment, and he carefully prodded around with his tongue to make sure all his teeth were still intact. Satisfied that he could still charm the socks off of anyone with his grin, Jesse finally dragged his eyes up to see where the agents at either side of him were leading him.

“Woah, wait a minute. Where are we goin’?” He asked upon noticing the sleekest airship he had ever seen.

“Overwatch HQ.” One of the agents told him in a strict, clipped tone.

“The hell is that?”

Jesse didn’t get an answer, and he leaned over into the field of vision of the one agent that had spoke first.

“Helloooo? Anyone?”

“You haven’t heard of Overwatch?” Another asked gruffly, and Jesse immediately went on the defensive.

“Nah, I haven’t. Is that a problem?”

“Jeez kid, have you been living under a rock?”

“What in the hell is Overwatch?!”

“Pft. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Jesse glared at the non-answer, then stopped dead in his tracks right before they tried to load him onto the aircraft.

“Oh nu-uh I ain’t gettin’ on that. No way in hell.”

“You walk on yourself or we knock you out and drag your stupid ass on. I’m inclined towards the latter just to shut you the hell up.” The first agent snapped, and Jesse opened his mouth with a smug grin.

“Aw, yer too nice sweetpea. But yer gonna have ta carry me on ta that thin’, ‘cause I ain’t goin’.” He drawled with a little quirk of his brow, and the agent sighed.

“That’s it.”

Their fist crunched into his already broken nose, and Jesse had to bite back a scream, blood pumping down his face and dripping onto the floor as he doubled over.

“MOTHERFUCKER! WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT FER?! IT’S ALREADY FUCKIN’ BROKEN!” Jesse shouted, hands going up to cup his nose gingerly, and a gloved palm shoved him forward unceremoniously.

“Damn, he still talks...”

Jesse blinked back tears from the pain, and he saw the floor beneath him go from the dusty concrete to a smooth black metal, his boots clicking a bit as he stumbled forward, the harsh grips of the agents on his shoulder forcing him to walk. They ended up shoving him into a seat roughly, rifles held in view just in case, and Jesse huffed.

“Y’all ain’t gotta worry. I ain’t gonna try an’ run off...”

“Shut up.”

“Aw, hon, ya wound me! But I’m gonna be askin’ questions, ‘cause I got a lot of ‘em. How long did ya say this ride was?”

“I didn’t.”

“Well, then why don’t we start with that?”

Silence.

“I wanna know how long I’m gonna be on this fuckin’ thin’, an’ I ain’t gonna stop askin’ ‘till I get an answer.”

“Fifteen hours, McCree, so shut your trap or I’ll have to gag you.” A new voice called out, and Jesse watched as Reyes strode onto the ship, making a quick motion with his hand to the pilot.

“Oooh~ kinky.”

“Alright, I’ve already had enough. Lock him down.” The commander sighed, and Jesse glared as a rag was produced by one of the agents. It was shoved into Jesse’s mouth, his lip splitting from the rough treatment and tied around the back of his head. 

The ship doors shut then, and the whole thing shuddered a bit as it lifted off the ground, Jesse’s eyes going wide as he realized that this was actually happening. There had been hundreds of times he wished to be taken away from that place, a thousand times he had wanted to be anywhere but there, and yet now that it was actually happening, Jesse was scared. Santa Fe was all he had ever known, and now he was being taken by a group that he had no idea existed, and he had no idea where they were taking him or why. 

Jesse curled up a bit in his seat, staring at the floor between his boots and instead focusing on his breathing. It was hard enough with the broken nose and gag, but panicking wasn’t going to make it any better. Jesse didn’t realize how much his hands were shaking until he tried to wipe them on his jeans, his whole body feeling just a bit too hot and skin clammy. He needed a smoke, what he wouldn’t give for a smoke and some whiskey to calm his nerves...

Jesse stayed uncharacteristically quiet throughout the flight, partly from the gag, partly from fear. He knew these people would have no problem shooting him if he put even a toe out of line, and he wouldn’t be surprised if those were their orders anyways. He was a criminal, a murderer, a common thief and gangster, and now he had angered a particularly lethal group of people who actually knew what they were doing. 

Jesse watched them during the flight, trying to get a read on them, listening for any bits of information he could, but he soon realized that they were all just people wanting to get back home to their showers and beds, perhaps a significant other. Where this ‘home’ was, Jesse still didn’t have a damn clue, but he figured he’d find out in another couple of hours anyways. 

And those couple of hours passed as slowly as they fucking could, Jesse doing the smallest things for any sort of entertainment, because god was he bored out of his mind. He hated sitting still for any long amounts of time, it just wasn’t in his nature to sit around and do nothing, but this was absolute torture. He couldn’t even talk or hum to fill the overbearing silence around him, and the drone of the aircraft and murmurs of the people around him didn’t do too much to make it better either. There was nothing comforting about them, and Jesse shrank back into his seat, not having to do much to seem small, not compared to these guys. 

Everyone in Deadlock had been a sickly, gangly kind of muscled, either that or built like tanks, not as well fed nor as well kept as the agents surrounding him. These guys were the real deal, and Jesse didn’t have to be told to know he was way out of his league. Even the agent’s eyes were different, they had a more steely hardness to them, whereas Jesse was used to seeing hungry cruelty in those around him. 

He had never felt like more of an outcast before in his life. 

He happened to glance up and catch Reyes’ eye, and Jesse shivered involuntarily under the dark gaze, getting the odd feeling that he couldn’t hide a single thing from that man. Averting his eyes quickly, Jesse scooted his knees up closer to his chest, locking his arms around his shins and carefully setting his cheek against them.

Jesse didn’t realize he had dozed off until his shoulder was shaken roughly by one of the agents that had brought him onto the shuttle, and he stood without a fuss. He didn’t make a sound as he was escorted off the carrier, but that changed as soon as a bitter cold wind hit him right in the face.

“HON OPH A PHIPH FASS AH MEAHM MOPHERFUPHAH!” (Son of a bitch that’s a real motherfucker!) He bit out, everything muffled and a full body shiver shuddering through his form. Jesse had honestly never known anything below desert night temperatures, and while those could get bad, this was brutal. 

He shivered as he took in as much of his surroundings as he could in the short time they were walking from the ship. There was a huge, elaborate looking building they were heading towards, and if he twisted his head to look outside, he saw snow-covered, high hills rolling over to a lake and lots of orange-leaved or bare trees as far as the eye could see. There were similar airships to their own that were flying in and out of the hangar they were in, and Jesse saw that everyone but them were wearing some variation of a blue uniform sporting a symbol that kind of looked like a peace sign. Weird.

“Miff haff meffeh mom fee ah muphiff hiphhy hooph.” (This had better not be a fucking hippie group.) Jesse grumbled to no one in particular, and he was answered with a little shove, everyone filing into the building now. 

He stared in barely contained awe at the inside, which was even more impressive than the outside. He didn’t have time to gawk as they pulled him along, however, and Jesse grunted as they changed direction sharply, heading to a more familiar looking set up. Interrogation rooms. Wonderful.

~~

“Are you kidding me Gabe?!”

“I have my reasons, okay? I always know what I’m doing, and when have I ever been wrong, hm?” Gabe sighed, handing his weapons and extra armour to a waiting agent, then continuing his long stride. Jack followed after him with a glare, and he put a hand on Gabe’s broad shoulder.

“Lots of times! Believe it or not, even you can make mistakes, and this was a really fucking big one!” He hissed, and Gabe snorted.

“Ooooh~ I made him mad enough to curse. What are you gonna do about it Jackie, send the UN in to give me a slap on the wrist and a lecture?”

“Gabe, I swear to god—“

“Yes yes, and I’m listening. But seriously, I need you to hear me out on this, okay?” Gabe murmured, lowering his voice as a group of Overwatch agents jogged past.

“I wasn’t planning on taking any of those fuckers alive. But that kid came out of nowhere and killed all his little gang friends—“

“And that’s why you brought him back?!”

“I told you to hear me out, Jack! He killed all of them and took off, almost got away too. He got past my guys Jack. They don’t miss a thing, and yet the kid said he didn’t even break a sweat getting by. Hell, he was in the same fucking room as I was and I couldn’t even tell. I did a scan of the room not a second before the shots went off and suddenly eight people were dead right in front of me.”

“And his gun, Jack, he’s got a fucking revolver. Six shots in it but eight deaths, all a perfect hole between the eyes. It doesn’t add up. They called him Deadeye, and I don’t have a fucking clue what it means, but he sure as hell knows how to shoot, and the others seemed to think real highly of him.” Gabe told him, brows furrowing as he spoke, and Jack stared at him for a moment. He then stopped, the Blackwatch commander halting as well and turning.

“Gabe...” Jack muttered, giving him The Look, and the other man sighed heavily.

“Shit, Jack, he’s seventeen. The kid hasn’t even been given a chance in life! And there was something different about him too. He’s got a fire, and he’s fearless. Stupid and hasn’t got a fucking clue what he’s doing, but there’s goodness in him. I’m sick and tired of seeing good people who can make a change in this world being taken, I’m sick of ending lives that don’t deserve it, and that kid is one of those who does. He deserves to be given a chance, because I know he will do something great with it.”

Jack pursed his lips, and Gabe stared back, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting for approval he already knew he’d won.

“Fuck...Fine. Fine, but if this goes to shit, it’s all on you.” Jack sighed heavily. Gabe smiled and elbowed the blonde fondly, getting a finger shoved in his face and a cute, angry glare.

“And don’t you dare complain to me about him either. If you want to vent, go pester Ana with it.”

“Fair enough Cariño. And I’ll get you that coffee you like from Brazil too.”

“Oh, god yes.”

Gabe laughed lightly, wrapping an arm around Jack’s shoulder and tugging him to his side, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Gabe we’re in public...”

“And I say fuck the public, I’ve missed my boyfriend.” Gabe hummed, squeezing Jack’s side lightly and getting a light punch to the ribs back.

“I missed you too.”

“Awwwww Jackie!” Gabe cooed, rocking them both a bit in their little side hug and garnering a few quick glances.

“You know what, never mind, you can go back to Santa Fe.” Jack huffed, shoving his boyfriend half heartedly, though only actually scooting closer to him.

“Mhm~. Not that I’m not having a ton of fun embarrassing you, but I have to be professional and make my new agent official.”

“Woo hoo, more paperwork.” Jack deadpanned, and Gabe ran his hand through the other’s hair with a huff of dry laughter.

“Fun fun, joy of all joys. Anyways, I’ll see you later Cariño. We’ll have to catch up some more later tonight.” Gabe said with a smirk and a slap to Jack’s ass, striding off before the other could react with more than a blush and a middle finger flipped up at him fondly.

~~

Jesse had not been treated well while he was waiting for whoever was going to come in to interrogate him, though he didn’t complain because he knew he deserved it. Karma and all that bullshit coming back to bite him in the ass. Hard. 

Jesse’s breath was coming out raggedly as another hit landed on his already busted side, and he winced. He hadn’t been fighting back-he was smart enough to know that definitely wouldn’t end well for him-and he didn’t say anything either, mostly because his fucking jaw was probably broken. It sure felt broken, and Jesse wasn’t in the mood to test it. 

He had actually been behaving for once, and then suddenly three big guys came in to rough him up. Nothing he wasn’t used to, of course, but then again he normally wasn’t in cuffs and immobile. Normally he could avoid the hits easy, even with three against one, but no such luck was given to him today. 

The guy that had been holding him up suddenly dropped him, and Jesse fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes, hitting it with a grunt and feeling his body scream in protest. He heard heavy, quiet footfalls enter the room, and Jesse looked up with a glare, wiping blood off his lips.

“Oooh, that’s a shiner.”

Jesse smiled thinly at the Blackwatch commander, getting the hint of a grin back before a quick motion had him being thrown back into the seat he had originally been in.

“Alright, Hernandez, Smith, Kellerman, you all can go. Tell the doc I’ll be sending someone in her way pretty soon when you leave.” Reyes ordered, and the three agents nodded then left quickly. 

Jesse watched as the man sat down elegantly-odd for such a big guy and with his personality-and he glared in distrust when Reyes produced a little key from his pocket.

“Gimme your hands kid.”

Jesse eyed the sharp point on the end of the key nervously, his own previously commanded torture sessions coming back to mind with painful detail. He shook his head.

“What, so you just want to sit in chains for the rest of the day?” Reyes asked, then motioned with his free hand.

“Come on. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Jesse had never in his life trusted that particular statement from anyone, having learned from a very young age that it was always a lie, but he slowly held out his hands, careful to keep his fingers balled into tight fists. The commander fit the key into the cuffs and they came off with a little click, clattering to the table between them. Jesse retracted his hands quickly, rubbing his wrists under the table and waiting for whatever the man would do to him next.

“Oh good, you didn’t just bolt. Glad to see you’re not that stupid. So I’m going to talk to you, and you’ll listen very carefully because I won’t be saying it again, got it?” The commander told him sternly, and Jesse nodded, his whole mouth feeling like it was filled with cotton. Barbed, poisoned, painful cotton, but cotton nonetheless.

“Good. Now, the division you’ll be working for in this organization of ours is mine. It’s called Blackwatch, and we specialize in the more covert ops. Basically, we do all the dirty work that Overwatch can’t be seen apart of, but they cover our asses and deal with the politics for us in return. You don’t have a fucking clue what I’m even talking about, do you?” Reyes suddenly sighed, and Jesse hesitated before shaking his head.

“This is just great...Okay, what don’t you get?” Reyes asked, rubbing a hand against his temple in exasperation. Jesse stared for a moment, not realizing that the commander could speak Spanish-finding smug satisfaction that he at least knew what curses he had been spitting earlier-then forced himself to focus. 

That wasn’t important, he had better questions to ask rather than just stating the obvious. Jesse tried to open his mouth to speak, then quickly snapped it back shut, regretting any movement of it in the first place with a choked sound of pain. It was definitely broken.

“Hm, didn’t think they’d go and break your jaw...Okay, well, I’ll just explain from the beginning, and whatever you don’t understand you can ask someone else later.” Reyes compromised with an unaffected wave of his hand, Jesse going back to glaring at the commander’s careless air.

“Everyone knows about the Omnic Crisis, so I won’t say anything about that other than I, along with many of the commanding rank officers here, fought in the war. When the world decided to get its fucking act together to make peace, this organization we’re apart of was created. Overwatch was made as a symbol of peace, a place where people of all kinds and abilities could come in to basically rebuild the world into something that resembled what it used to be. Of course, not all we do can be considered ‘good’ and ‘peaceful’, but that’s Overwatch stands for.”

“Blackwatch is here to do the things that can’t be mentioned, to get the jobs done that Overwatch cannot be seen doing. It’s all politics and dumb shit like that, but we do keep a good hold on the peace we have now that the war is over, we make sure another one doesn’t break out again. We can’t do everything, but it could be a hell of a lot worse without us.” Gabe finished, leaning back in his chair and giving Jesse a look that unsettled him a bit. 

The cowboy then nodded when the silence prevailed, motioning a bit to let the commander know he understood and wanted him to continue.

“Okay. This particular Overwatch base is one of our headquarters, the Swiss base in Zürich. You up to snuff on everything now?”

Jesse looked down at the table as he processed everything, nodding slowly when he felt like he wasn’t about to pass out. He was a long ways from home.

“I know it’s a lot to choke down. You need a minute...?” Reyes asked quietly, fingers tapping on the table as he watched Jesse’s pale face. The cowboy shook his head, swallowing thickly and wrinkling his nose a bit at the taste of blood and bile mixing unpleasantly.

“If you insist...I’m going to be personally training you from now on, and before you get excited, no, it’s not because you’re special. No one else trusts you here yet, and for good reason, but I’m sure if we work together, we’ll change that. Key words there being ‘work together’, got it? I’ve already got you a room and uniform, and you’ll get the tablet containing all your information after you visit the med bay to get patched up.”

“Training begins at seven tomorrow morning, and if you’re late, I’ll be kicking you out. You act up, talk back, put a toe out of line, you’re done here. I’ll send you to jail and you can rot there for all I care, so if you know what’s good for you, stay on my good side. Do you understand?”

Jesse bobbed his head as much as he could with the way it was throbbing, and he stood after Reyes did.

“Alright, get on outta here. Someone’s waiting to take you to the med bay outside, go with them. And kid,” Jesse turned, eyeing the commander warily. His commander.

“Welcome to Blackwatch. It’s gonna be one hell of a ride.”

~~

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I 👏🏼need👏🏼an 👏🏼angsty 👏🏼sick 👏🏼clones 👏🏼who 👏🏼push 👏🏼themselves 👏🏼fanfic Like really. I want a clone to get sick and brush it aside as he still goes on duty only for him to get worse and pass out on the job and brothers are super worried for him! They care so much! 😭👌🏼

It was gonna be just a lil drabble lmao

Fiveswasn’t feeling exactly well ever since they’d gotten in the shuttle. Echoelbowed him on his arm, keeping his voice low.

“Youalright there?”

“I’m fine.”

The hell hewas. Fives had woken up a little dizzy and so clogged he could barely breathe,settling for breathing through his mouth, which made him short of breath andwas starting to get him a headache. Echo wasn’t gonna let up this easily:

“You don’tlook alright. You were pale this morning. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Fivesbreathed out of his mouth, which made the filters in his helmet hiss.

“I’m fine.Give it a rest, okay?”

The missionwas to defend the shipyards of Kuat, a planet of the Core Planets from whichmany ships vital to the Republic would come from. Dooku had sent an army ofdroids and their commander to try and seize control of the planet and itsshipyards. When Fives was about to get off the shuttle, he could barely standon his feet. Echo led the shinies out and asked Kix to mind them for a secondas he looked over his shoulder to Fives.

“Are you sure you’re okay there, Fives?”

Fivessniffled, unable to breathe through his nose. He could feel sweat forming onhis forehead under his bucket. Before he could answer, Rex stormed back in theship:

“May I knowwhy in the blazes my two ARC troopersare still in the ship while our General expects us outside?”

Echo stoodstraight at Rex.

“Sure, sir.Uh, Fives here is…”

“Had aproblem with my equipment, sir.” Fives cut him off “I, uh, thought I had leftmy ammo back at the base” he lifted his kama “But, hey, it’s all here. Let’smeet the General.”

Rex tookhis helmet off, narrowing his eyes at Fives.

“Is thisall there is, Fives?” he asked, and Fives nodded.

“Yessir.I’ll… I’ll get going so the boys won’t be alone.” and he marched out.

Rex sighed,putting his helmet back on.

“He is aterrible liar.”

Echofacepalmed at his own helmet.

“HeAlways have been, sir.”

“What is upwith him, then?”

“I don’tknow.”

“Well” Rexsaid walking out of the shuttle “Let’s hope we don’t find out in the middle ofthis mess.”

-

Fives’voice was cracking every three words. Rex just knew he wasn’t okay. Still,Fives pushed him by his chest, away from the incoming gunfire as they tookcover.

“—Tellingyou to back off, sir! Somebody has to activate the disruptor and that’s gonnabe me! You round up the boys to protect the depot. Go!”

Rex lookedover his shoulder. General Skywalker did need a help to hold the clankers off,so many there were, coming in waves. He looked back at Fives.

“You’ll beokay? I can send a small squad…”

 “No, I need their attention on you!” Fiveslooked ahead with his visors “There are fewer of them there. They don’t knowthey’re all within the disruptor radius.” He looked back at Rex “The minute Iturn that thing on, stay close to General Skywalker; All blasters in range,ours and theirs, will be useless and they might resort to fighting so he canwipe them all with his lightsaber and they won’t be so dangerous. Look out forEcho and the others…”

Fives wasinterrupted by a coughing fit; his throat felt like he had swallowed dry sand.

“Fives, youare not one hundred percent, are you?” Rex asked with concern as Fives liftedhis helmet halfway up to spit on the ground

“I’m fine.”Fives answered as he wiped his chin “Just fine, sir. Now move on, take care ofthe others.”

As Fivesclimbed out of the shallow improvised trench, Rex sighed, running back toSkywalker.

“Kriffinghell Fives, you better come back alive.”

-

Fivesactually managed to turn on the disruptor without alarming the droids. Too badhe was too dizzy not to trip on his own feet and fall down with a loud clatterof armor. The eight commando droids guarding that exit turned to him as he gotback to his feet.

“Ah, justmy luck.” they raised their blasters to him and Five raised his own to them “I won’tgo down without a fight, you karking clankers.”

Both Fivesand the droids tried to open fire, but nothing happened. Fives let out a smalllaugh.

“Ha-ha. Itworked.” the dizziness and the unrelenting headache was starting to make himstupid

The droidslowered their guns, closing a circle around him instead. Fives raised hisguard, defending the first hit, but a punch of a solid steel punch wasn’tsomething his armor could do much for. Fives grunted, and another strike hithim right on his ribs, triggering another coughing fit; when another droid hithim on the back of his head he collapsed down, never feeling happier for havinga bucket over his head to prevent these fuckers to bash his skull in. He lookedup to the merciless red eyes and tried to stabilize his breathing.

“Ah, kriff,what a damn way to die.”

“Fives!”

GeneralSkywalker came cutting two droids in the same move, and that was a sweet image,but nothing could compare to Rex and Echo simultaneously landing a kick to acommando droid’s chest, forcing it to stagger back to the General’s lightsaber.As Skywalker got rid of the remaining droids, Echo reached for Fives, helpinghim sit up.

“Fives, areyou alright, vod?!”

Fivescoughed. And coughed. And coughed. Then he pried the helmet off his head andpushed Echo away, because he knew what was coming, and he threw up right nextto an unamused Captain Rex’s shoes.

“So.” Rexraised an eyebrow “One hundred percent, huh?”

Fiveswasn’t quite finished, and this time he did manage to hit Rex’s shoes. Echotapped his back lightly.

“There,there, let it out.” He scrunched his face in disgust “The hell is up with you?”

Sweatdripped from Fives’ forehead as he tried to catch his breath.

“Nothing.They punched me in the gut, that’s all, let’s…” he got to his feet, and hetried to walk despite his steps looking like those of a drunk deer on ice “Let’smove out, we need to set the second disruptor close to the other flank…And…”

Fives was sodizzy he didn’t even put his hands in front of himself to prevent falling onhis face. Someone flipped him on his back without much care and Fives sawhimself face to face with a furious Kix holding a vial full of a bright greenliquid close to his face.

“Try towalk again and I’ll shoot this on your neck. Fall on your face again and I’lldo it on your dumb ass instead.” He threatened in an angry snarl

“Holy kriff,Kix, didja miss the first few classes on bedside manners?”

“I don’t havebedside manners to stupid pacients.” Kix answered as Jesse and Hardcase broughta stretcher close to the ground close to Fives “And now I’ll get you out ofhere and you will lie the hell down until I’m done checking you.”

Kix wasstill cursing even the tube from which Fives had come from as Jesse and Harcasecarried him  out, and Rex scratched theback of his neck.

“Ah, therare angry Kix we see once in a blue moon.”

Echo noddedat Rex.

“The lasttime I saw him like that we had a case of Hardcase.”

-

When Rexfinally came to see Fives at the camp, the ARC trooper sat up tensely, undressedoff his armor and lying on a small bed in the medbay:

“What’shappening outside? Is everyone okay? Any losses? General—”

Rex raiseda hand, and Fives silenced. Rex looked at Fives with sharp eyes, and Fives knewthat look. That was ‘disciplinary Rex’ alright. Fives knew this side of hisvery well, almost as well as Hardcase did.

“I want anexplanation. And so does the General.”

“Rex—”

“Don’tstall me.”

“I was just…”Fives looked away from Rex “I thought I could…”

Rex tensed uphis jaw, cutting him off again.

“Don’t lieto me, you suck at that and you’re wasting my time and yours. I demanded anexplanation, ARC Trooper Fives, and I want it now.”

Fivesfisted in the white covers over his legs, still not looking at his Captain.

“I woke upfeeling a little ill. I thought it would be okay for me to work like that.”

Rex ran histongue over his teeth, nodding a few times.

“Like that.Like that, out there in the field? Throwing up and barely breathing andsweating like a bantha?”

“I wasn’tlike that when we left…”

“Why didn’tyou take a checkup with Kix before leaving the GAR?”

Fives shookhis head, speaking between his clenched teeth:

“Because wewere tight on schedule, we were departing soon and I wanted to…”

“And youwanted to be a hero. You wanted to– Look at me when I’m talking to you,soldier!” he snapped at Fives, and the ARC raised his face in a sharp move;Fives’ face was full of pent up anger “You don’t get to decide whether you aregood to go or not, we have a medic staff to do so. They get to give you clearance.Not your poor judgement.”

Fiveschewed at his cheek.

“My poorjudgement? I turned the disruptor on. I did the thing that saved everyone’slives, including yours and the General’s!”

“And youalmost got killed in the process.”

“Nothingyou never did before.”

Rex took astep towards Fives, raising a finger and warning in a whispered snarl.

“You watchthat tone when you talk to me, trooper.” His breath was shallow and hiseyebrows were so furled and his eyes were squinted in such anger that for amoment all Fives could see was their glimmer in his features “Kix told me youhad a burning fever over 40ºC! You could’ve died out there!”

Kix hadgiven Fives an amount of painkillers that most likely had took from him whatlittle common sense he would normally have not to answer to his Captain.

“Oh, please!”he spat “Like it would be a big kriffing difference, another clone dead onduty!”

Rex’s eyeswent wide and he marched to Fives’ bedside with such anger in his featuresFives flinched, expecting a punch to the face. Instead, Rex gripped the frontof his blacks, pulling him closer and screaming at his face.

“It wouldmake all the difference, you stupid, shitty soldier!” Rex’s face was red allover, a big vein popping up on his forehead “You’re an ARC trooper! There areothers depending on you! You can’t just go sick into war and throw yourself todeath!”

Fivesflinched again because Rex’s screaming wasn’t doing any good for his massiveheadache.

“Why areyou worrying about the shinies anyway?! I would’ve died for them if I had to.They would be safe!”

Rex’s voicedropped down abysmally to a raspy, tired whisper.

“Youabsolute di’kut. It’s not just aboutthe shinies. It’s not even about the General. I need you. I need you in theLegion. What do you think the 501st is made of? Hm? Captain Rex and GeneralSkywalker? Why the kriff do you think I made you an ARC Trooper, to rub your ego?I don’t think you’d ever need that, you selfish asshole.”

He pushedFives back down against the pillows, breathing hard between his teeth as Fiveslooked back at him wide-eyed. Rex turned his back on Fives and ran a hand overhis face, sighing.

“Look. Iknow I’m not the best example of someone who knows when to relax ever, but youcan’t let that affect your work, Fives. Do you understand that?”

Fivesfidgeted at the covers for an instant before answering quietly:

“Yessir.”

Rex noddedlooking at Fives over his shoulder.

“Good. I’llhave you on charge of cleaning the barracs for a month after this little stuntof yours.”

“Ah, c’mon,Captain, I’m sick in a bed, how can you be this heartless?”

“I’m goingeasy on you, you deserved worse and you know it.” Rex paused, scratching hischin and speaking louder now “Hey, I know you are all outside spying on ourconversation, smartasses.”

Echo, Jesseand Hardcase popped their heads in the tent.

“Spying?”Hardcase asked as if someone had accused him of a crime “We would NEVER!”

“They mademe do it, sir.” Echo said promptly, standing straight with his hands behind hisback

“Thanks,vod, good to know you’d never turn us in.” Jesse said as he rolled his eyes,and Rex chuckled

 “Take your time talking to him, but rememberwe have a meeting with the General soon.”

At that Rexsaluted them and Fives, and they saluted him back. The group cautiously camecloser to Fives, and Fives shook his head.

“Don’tworry, it’s not contagious by touching or breathing. Kix said it’s just a minorvirus but unless any of you is going to kiss me…”

Hardcasescratched his head, drawing in closer along with Echo and Jesse.

“Well, nokissing, but…” he gave Fives a hug, and Jesse and Echo joined him “I think youdeserve that.”

“Yeah,”Jesse laughed ruffling his hair “being sick and having saved our lives, thatkinda deserves a hug, right?”

“Glad tosee that Kix didn’t have to strap you to the bed this time.” Echo said with asmile as they let go off him “I suppose you’ll accept staying down for a while,vod?”

“Yeah… Iguess a trooper’s gotta rest sometimes, right? It’s not all that bad.”

“Good.”Echo replied “Because you ran over like eight safety regulations on that stuntof yours. Paragraph 112, code E of the manual explicitly stated that in the circumstancesof need for medical attention, a trooper is obligated to—“

“I changedmy mind.” Fives groaned “It’s bad. It’s terrible. Someone toss me back in the middleof those clankers and let them finish the job!”

They alllaughed, even Echo. He was used to being a little shit to Fives and did itmostly to annoy him. Then a voice came from the door, making the group shiverin fear.

“I willtoss all of you to the clankers if you don’t get the hell out of there and letmy patient rest now.”

Kix hadstormed in, and Echo, Jesse and Hardcase got up to their feet and back to thedoor in no time.

“Yessir.”

“ ’scuse me”

“See yousoon, Doc.”

Kix walkedto Fives, setting a droid to measure his heart rate and checking the readingson the screen on it’s chest. Fives swallowed hard, looking down to his ownhands.

“Sorry formaking you worry, Kix.”

Kix noddedto then swallow hard, looking at Fives with a hesitant smile.

“Don’t evercome to work sick again or I will kick your ass, we clear?”

“Yeah. Ipromise.” He made a pause “Kriff, I’ve never seen Rex so angry.”

Kix raisedan eyebrow.

“Angry? Hewas pacing and looking all helpless outside. General Skywalker had to remindhim to breathe slower. You didn’t get him angy, Fives, you got him terrified.”

[zarcake-writes]

Cowboy and Werewolves

Part 2. Thank you guys for all the likes and reblogs. It means so much to me, thank you all so much :)

The next day you dropped Jesse off at the main camp, he tried talking to you more but you told him you had to go. You were tired and just wanted to sleep. Your family asked about what happened and who that strange cowboy was. You told them what happened and went to your bed. You could hear your dad saying you shouldn’t have come and your mom saying this is your place in the pack, keeping them safe. You scoffed and fell asleep.

You woke up to a pounding on your door and your mom yelling it’s time for you to get and do your job. You groaned and pulled on some clothes and began getting ready. You grabbed you silver knife and slipped it on your waistband.

Before the night started you were packing up your truck, you made sure you had enough food and drinks and a coffee thermos. Your rifle was beneath the bench in your cab and a side arm was in your driver door. You were distracted when you heard the jingle of spurs. You turned and saw the cowboy smirking at you.

“Hello Jesse.”

“Howdy darlin. I was wondering, you gonna be out there alone again?”

“Always am.”

“Mind if I accompany you?”

“I do actually. Look, thanks for protecting me last night but I don’t need help. You’re here to find a mate and I’m here to try to keep you and the others in order. Now go get ready or whatever it is you all do.” You said annoyed. His eyes went wide and he only watched you get in truck and drive down the road.

You got in your truck angrily. Who does he think he is asking if he could come with you? Please, like you wanted to hang out with another werewolf. You live with a pack and they annoy you beyond belief. But as you started the car, you glanced in your rear-view mirror and saw him standing there. You looked away and drove off.

You didn’t know this but he felt a pull towards you. A pull his younger cousin described to him when he visited her and her mate. He didn’t know if you felt it, or if you got these feelings. The werewolf was determined to court you, and if you still said no then he would leave. But he had a feeling you would accept the courtship. He already planned to find your truck and keep an eye on you tonight.

 The second night of the full moon was hectic. Fights and snarls were heard all over the countryside, each yelp and howl sent a chill down your spine. Each snarl and bark made you jump. It was almost two in the morning when it began to quiet down. You were parked beneath one of the streetlights along the road. You were snacking on your tailgate and playing on your phone.

The familiar jingle of spurs got your attention. You looked up and frowned when you saw Jesse was walking towards you.

“Howdy darlin.” He greeted again.

“Go away.”

“Ah come on. You seemed lonely out here so I thought I would keep you company, besides those two from last night are sniffing around looking for you.” he said stepping towards you slowly. You grabbed your rifle and set it on your lap, “For someone who seems to dislike werewolves, why are you here?”

“I was forced to come here. Family said I owe it to my pack.”

“Mmm. My family used to say the same thing to my cousin. It’s why she left, plus I told her stories of all my travels and well… she wanted her own stories to tell.” He said with a smile. Looking at his smiling face you relaxed, he was very handsome. Why was he talking to you?

“Was your cousin a werewolf or was she a human?”

“She’s a werewolf, but she was the youngest of her sisters and was not the most eager to follow pack rules. She’s happy now though, got herself a mate.” Jesse said walking towards you. He sat on your tailgate with you, he gave you a smile.

“Speaking of mates, why are you here?”

“What do you mean?” he asked confused.

“You came to this gathering to find a mate, yes? Then why are you talking to me?”

“Well, I came here because my little cousin just found her mate and they’re trying to get pregnant. Her mate’s a great guy, goes by Gabe. She told me when she knew Gabe was her mate she felt a pull towards him and he felt the same thing. Now, I’ve met a lot of women, human and werewolves, had sex with a lot of women too. But none of them had that pull, until I met you.”

You choked on your coffee, “Excuse me?”

“I feel that pull my cousin explained with you. Do you feel anything?” he asked looking at you. He took off his hat and had it on his lap. In the light from the street light you saw how handsome he was. His eyes were a dark brown, he was a bit scruffy and hairy but he was handsome.

“I’m not a werewolf. I don’t feel those things.” You said turning away.

“Ah ok. Well I would like to court you, if you’ll allow me.”

“You’re asking?”

“Yes. I only got tonight and tomorrow to make an impression.” Jesse grinned, you only chuckled and shook your head.

“Fine. You can proceed.”

The rest of the night was spent talking about each other and what you liked and disliked. He was wonderful company as you drove along the country roads. You would honk at some wolves who were too close to the road. They would bolt back into the shrubbery, you would grumble about them and he would laugh. You and the cowboy both had many things in common, you both enjoyed open roads and had a fondness for firearms. You found yourself enjoying his company and the stories he told.

Jesse watched you as you drove. His eyes ran over your face, your hair, your arms and hands. He looked at your body then back at your face. He smiled when you would bite you lip when you were thinking, he chuckled when you honked at the wolves on the road. He found himself blushing at your laugh and when you blushed his heart pounded in his chest. He thought you were beautiful and you were smart. And you knew how to handle a weapon.

You both watched the sun rise form your tail gate. You were leaning against his shoulder as the sky began to get bright. He smelled like whiskey and cigars. He was warm and you felt safe around him. You realized you felt safe around a werewolf. Your eyes were closed as you rested against the man. A pull in your chest made your eyes shoot open. Maybe there was some wolf in your veins after all.

[katrandomwrites]

Glass Knives

A Hitman 76 and Detective Reyes fic.

Read it on AO3 Start at Ch 1

As one comment said, “It’s the calm before the storm”

If you haven’t seen this before then… ok, hi. If you like domestic moments, awkward crushes, and murder then this might be for you.

October 21th , 2076 – 1730 – Amari Residence

The October air was chilly even this far into the day. Gabriel was already loathing the day he had to start scrapping frost off his windshield. He turned the heater up as he turned the corner into Ana’s neighborhood and smiled when he saw Fareeha’s car in the driveway.

The girl in question sat on the steps looking down at her phone before looking up at the sound of Gabriel’s car. He could hear her squeal as she ran towards him. Gabe barely had time to get out of his care before he was tackled by his goddaughter and pulled into a rib crushing hug.

“How’s my little pharaoh doing?” Gabriel asked as she grabbed his wrist and began dragging him to the house. He had to stop her so he could go back and grab the dish and package he’d brought from the backseat.

“Great! I have so much to tell you guys. Reinhardt is already here and Jesse said he’d stop by tomorrow. I’m gone two months and that man manages to get himself shipped off to the coast, typical,” Fareeha rambled as they walked up the drive.

The Amari residence was truly something to behold. The house itself wasn’t much, just a common yellow-sided prefabricated house that had been put down during the last housing boom. All the neighboring houses were of the same type with detached garages connected to alleyways. It was the yard that truly set it apart.

A massive willow tree stood proudly in the front yard surrounded by bushes that were full of color in summer. Hostas edged the house broken only by the paved areas for planters that had been taken in for the season and the trellis of morning glories. The war on the invading woodbine last year was starting to disappear as the plants filled in their bald spots.

Around back sat the Amari’s pride and joy, the gardens. On both sides of the backyard patio were midsized plots that had yielded an amazing amount of produce. Gabriel had been recruited to help cook and can over the summer and could tell he would be needed again soon by how big the pie pumpkins in the corner were when he was last there.

Gabriel sighed as they stepped into the entry of the home. He almost didn’t want to kick his shoes off and get his toes cold but he knew that would result in Ana shooting him passive aggressive looks over the table all evening. The shoes came off slowly even as Fareeha danced around in her socks waiting for him to carefully place them next to the enormous boots that could only belong to Reinhardt.

The inside of the house was just a beautiful as the outside. When the pair stepped in they were met with the warm smell of tea and something vaguely sweet and rosey. Often times the house has an acrid undertone from Ana’s constant kitchen experiments with various organic chemicals she makes from her garden.

“Mom, Uncle Gabe is here!” Fareeha shouted as she continued to drag the man into the kitchen. Reinhardt gave him a sympathetic wave from the table.

Ana turned from the stove, “Took you long enough.”

“At least he showed up unlike Jesse,” Fareeha huffed as she wrapped her arms around one of Gabriel’s own.

“Well at least your mother can cook in peace. Which reminds me,” Gabe said as he slowly made his way to the counter with his new arm band sliding across the linoleum floor in her striped socks, “I have a present for you.”

It was always amazing to see such a serious child practically squeal in delight as he handed her the package from earlier and then proceeded to scoop her up like a twelve-year-old. It was still hard for him to believe that she was eighteen and in college.

“Ah ha! Quite the catch you have there, Gabriel!” Reinhardt said, roaring with laughter at the sight.

“There is a matching one in the kitchen if you want,” Gabe teased, he barely managed to dodge the spoon that came flying from the doorway.

“Okay, okay, put me down,” Fareeha managed through her own giggles.

Gabriel obliged but was very slow about it until he was gently smacked on the side of the head. Dramatically he clutched his ear and whined in false agony.

“Drama queen,” Fareeha accused.

“Guilty as charged,” Gabriel said with a grin before settling into one of the chairs, “So are you going to open it or just hold it? Maybe use as a medicine ball?”

She looked at him with a twitchy straight face before flinging a placemat in his face. Reinhardt cackled with laughter again as she took to the opportunity to tear into the package while Gabriel was blinded.

“I love it,” she whispered.

“What?” Gabriel said leaning closer.

“I love it!” Fareeha shrieked before launching herself at him.

“What is it?” Ana asked from the doorway.

Proudly, Fareeha held up the blue and yellow patterned sweater. It was a perfect copy of the sweater her father had bought for her as a child, just sized up to fit her much bigger frame.

“I found an old picture a while back and remembered how much you used to love that thing,” Gabriel said, “I thought it might help you feel less homesick at school too.”

Ana smiled as Fareeha took off her sweatshirt and put the sweater on over her tank top, “Wow, you even got the shoulder width right. Maybe I should just have you make her clothes instead of trying to find them at the store.”

“Maybe I could get some nice pants with pockets,” Fareeha grumbled even as she curled into a comfy sweater ball on her chair.

“Oof, now your asking way too much,” Gabriel said, “I could sew on two more buttons but pockets? Too hard. I’ll just make you a massive wallet and purse, how about that?”

Ana snorted in amusement before shooting a glare at her own bulky bag hanging on the door and sliding back into the kitchen. Reinhardt looked at the pair in mild confusion.

“So, Rein,” Gabriel said, “When is Fareeha getting her own book series?”

Fareeha lit up when she noticed the thoughtful look Reinhardt’s face, “Wait seriously?”

“Well I suppose her character could get a spinoff of the Overwatch series. She holds enough importance in that series to warrant a book or two. I’d need some time to fill out the character and I would want to make sure Pharah is true to our Fareeha.”

“So, a couple years after college?” Gabriel asked.

“Sounds about right. It will give me time to start building her world and character before I try to find a plot befitting such a noble engineer.”

Fareeha squealed in delight, “I have a friend at school that should totally be a character. Her name is Efi and she’s only eleven but she’s super smart, honestly I think she needs her own comic book.”

Gabriel leaned back in his chair as Fareeha began telling Reinhardt all about this girl she’d befriended and how she’d managed to get in contact with some gamer she and Rein were fans of. A glance over to the kitchen confirmed that Ana had moved closer to the doorway to listen in to her daughter’s lively conversation.

“So, are you working on any other books right now?” Fareeha asked.

“Yes, currently I am waiting on correspondence from Balderich and for the illustrations to be done for Crusader Tales. I’m also being torn between starting a sequel to Blackwatch and continuing the third Overwatch book. It would not be so hard if Gabriel wasn’t so interesting right now,” Reinhardt lamented as if having too much time and inspiration was such a travesty.

The younger Amari cocked her head at him before giving Gabriel an accusing glare, “You’re never interesting when I’m around.”

A sudden cackle from the kitchen startled everyone at the table. A fist pounding on the counter could be heard between each snort and wheeze. Gabriel raised a middle finger before turning back to the table.

“Well it seems your mother never thinks I’m interesting,” he grumbled earning another loud snort from the next room, “But yes, something has come up at work.”

Fareeha glowered at him and waited for more information. When she didn’t get what she wanted, she waved her arms around and said, “Well? Do I get anything other than that? For all I know you could have just dropped a coffee pot in the breakroom considering how little action you guys have seen!”

Gabriel winced when Reinhardt cleared his throat, “Well… over the past couple months hitmen have been popping up around the town, er, dead.”

She gapped at Reinhardt before turning to Gabriel and smacking him in the arm, “Rude! Something exciting actually happens in this godforsaken town and you don’t think to tell me?”

He rubbed his arm before saying, “Well, I figured your mom would have said something to you and ow. What are they feeding you in the mountains? Protein powder and rebar?”

“Don’t change the subject, detective,” Fareeha said, “I need to hear some details, now.”

“When did you become my boss,” Gabe sulked. Why were women being so mean to him lately? First Rita ransacked his house and now Fareeha practically had him at gunpoint with her grumpy face. Maybe he was just a super weiny.

“Fine,” he relented after a few moments of awkward silence, “We’ve had a weird string of murders around town. At first the methods and drops were sporadic but this month they’ve been piled in the same place with similar MOs. The last victim was a French woman under the Talon division of hitmen. We’ve since closed the case and sent her body home to be buried.”

“Do you know who’s been killing them?” Fareeha asked, her face was serious but by the way she was practically bouncing in her seat Gabriel could tell she was very excited.

He stalled for a moment before sighing, “We’re still unsure about the first victims but the last three we believe to have been taken out by Soldier:76. We found connections between both him and the last woman predating their conditions.”

“Do you think HAI is in on it,” she asked.

“What?”

“The HAI Corporation built a new medical facility just outside town. There have been rumors of their involvement in hitmen activities for years now, right? So, I’m thinking they’re making new hitmen and training them in town,” Fareeha said before scrambling to the decorative table in the corner and pulling out a notebook. Reinhardt watched in awe as she started outlining her ideas.

“Even if you’re wrong this is an fascinating book idea,” Reinhardt mumbled as she worked.

Gabriel sighed, “No, they aren’t making new hitmen, all the ones we’ve found were already in the system and at least a year old. Besides no claims of HAI having any involvement in hitmen have been proven.”

“Gabi,” she started, “They experiment in making minds. They couldn’t look anymore guilty then that and besides, everyone knows that the CEO and chief programmer are omnics.”

He rolled his eyes, “Solomon and Stef Waverly are not omnics. Unless they suddenly figured out how to make omnics look perfectly human, there is no way. Just because they act a little stiff does not equal robot.”

“Somebody hasn’t read the Transformers comics,” she mumbled.

“Food,” Ana shouted as she brought a steaming dish to the table.

They wasted no time distributing the plates that had been sitting in Ana’s spot and shoveling the koshary onto their plates. A round of ‘thank you’ and ‘my complements to the chef’ was given before they started.

“You know, Gabriel,” Ana said after a moment of not so quiet eating, “Maybe you should start cooking again too. I do miss your father’s tamale recipe.”

“I brought you homemade tortilla chips, what more do you want?” Gabriel grumbled around a mouthful of food.

Fareeha’s eyes lit up, “Is that what was in the other container? Yes!”

“Perhaps you can just get him to make this year’s Halloween costumes,” Reinhardt mused.

“Only if we have a haunted house again this year,” Gabriel said, “And you have to get Jamie and Torb to rig the special effects. I will not start costumes this late in the month unless we have a stage to match.”

Ana laughed, “You know we can never live up to that without Sombra programming everything together. She was the only one that could ever live up to your dramatic expectations.”

Gabriel chuckled lightly, “Yeah, I guess you got me there. Maybe if somebody does well in school she can help,” he said glancing over at Fareeha.

“I’m an engineer not a programmer but I’ll take your challenge. It’ll look good in my portfolio if nothing else. I already have people interested though so it’ll just be bragging rights.”

The entire table looked at her shocked. She grinned and said, “Oh yeah I’ve had recruiters from Vishkar, Volskaya, and Petras motors come talk to me. I’ve been offered a full ride from Petras and Volskaya.”

“And why was I not informed of this?” Ana asked, pointing a fork at her daughter, “I feel like this should have been something I was told.”

“Well I haven’t accepted anything yet. I want to go a little further before I decide what I real want to do. So far Petras is winning because they have aerospace development contracts with several countries but Volskaya is offering room to grow.”

“And what about Vishkar?” Gabriel asked, “Satya is going to be working with them soon, you’d know somebody there.”

“I don’t agree with their ethics. Something about the recent development in Brazil just feels wrong. If they are so great then why are so many people speaking out against them?”

“A good point,” Reinhardt agreed, “One must always think over their options and what they want to be associated with.”

“But with the recent Volskaya scandal, why are you still considering them?” Gabe asked, “And aren’t they partnering with HAI soon.”

“I just said I’m still thinking, jeez,” Fareeha groaned, “And besides I have my eyes on another place.”

“Where?” Ana asked her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“It’s a secret,” Fareeha teased before diving back into what was left on her plate.

The rest of the meal went smoothly, though Ana continued to throw suspicious glances and a very smug Fareeha. They considered playing a few rounds of cards but a phone call from Reinhardt’s illustrator broke them up. Hugs where exchanged and soon Gabriel and Reinhardt were out the door and in the darkness.

“I will see you later,” Reinhardt said before stepping up into his vehicle, “Don’t be a stranger, come visit sometime.”

“We’ll see,” Gabriel said before getting into his own car and heading back to his empty apartment

[mittensmorgul]

1.20... VAMPIRES.

aka, the evils of humanity exposed. Lies, deception, hiding the truth.

SAM: Wait, you came all the way out here for this Elkins guy? JOHN: Yeah. He was... he was a good man. He taught me a hell of a lot about hunting. SAM: Well you never mentioned him to us. JOHN: We had a... we had kind of a falling out. I hadn't seen him in years. (gesturing to the envelope) I should look at that. (He opens it) 'If you're reading this, I'm already dead'... that son of a bitch. DEAN: What is it? JOHN: He had it the whole time. SAM: Dad, what? JOHN: When you searched the place, did you, did you see a gun? An antique, a Colt revolver, did you see it? DEAN: Ah, there was, there was an old case but it was empty. JOHN: They have it.

John had never mentioned Elkins to Sam or Dean, but we know (thanks 6.18) that his primary connection to Elkins would’ve been about the Colt. Sort of makes a person wonder if their “falling out” hadn’t been about the Colt all along. Elkins not wanting to give it to John, John wanting it to kill the demon...

Gosh that gun has a looooong and horrifying history with the Winchester family. It’s an excellent reminder for just how awful Mary’s ignorance of all this history, of what this gun has meant to her family, and the fact she just ~handed it over~ to the people who’d tortured Sam...

They say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun. He made it for a hunter, a man like us only on horseback. Story goes he made thirteen bullets, and this hunter used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. And somehow Daniel got his hands on it.

(I mean... Sam’s the guy on horseback here... and Dean’s the last hunter to shoot it at this point... and he dropped the gun when Cas pulled him back from 1861, and that’s probably when Colt left the gun with the Elkins family in Sunrise...)

JOHN: They were what Daniel Elkins killed best: Vampires. DEAN: Vampires? I thought there was no such thing. SAM: You never even mentioned them, Dad. JOHN: I thought they were extinct. I thought Elkins and -- and others had wiped them out. I was wrong.

Most vampire lore is crap. A cross won't repel them, sunlight won't kill them, and neither will a stake to the heart. But the bloodlust, that part's true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won't know it's a vampire until it's too late.

And here we have the very first bit of vampire lore in the entire series. Something that had always been kept hidden from Sam and Dean by John. This is also the first real hunt we’ve seen John participate in fully, and where we get to see his dictatorial leadership style, the whole “only give them the bare minimum information and expect them to just do as they’re told without question.”

Oh, and this like always makes me so damn angry:

JOHN: Hey Dean why don't you touch up your car before you get rust? I wouldn't have given you the damn thing if I thought you were going to ruin it.

He wasn’t lashing out at Dean about the state Baby was in. He was just lashing out in general. It was about obedience, and the fact that Sam and Dean currently weren’t being very obedient. Yes, it brought out the worst in him, this fear and urge to protect his children that manifested the hidden drill sergeant in him:

JOHN: I don't think I ever told you this but ... the day you were born, you know what I did? SAM: No. JOHN: I put a hundred bucks into a savings account for you. I did the same thing for your brother. It was a college fund. And every month I'd put in another hundred dollars, until... Anyway my point is, Sam, this is never the life that I wanted for you. SAM: Then why'd you get so mad when I left? JOHN: You gotta understand something. After your mother passed all I saw was evil, everywhere. And all I cared about was keeping you boys alive. I wanted you...prepared. Ready. Except somewhere along the line I ... uh ... I stopped being your father and I ... I became your, your drill sergeant. So when you said that you wanted to go away to school, all I could think about, my only thought was, that you were gonna be alone. Vulnerable. Sammy, it just... it never occurred to me what you wanted. I just couldn't accept the fact that you and me -- We're just different. JOHN: What? SAM: We're not different. Not anymore. With what happened to Mom and Jess... (laughs) Well we probably have a lot more in common than just about anyone.

I mean, it’s not an excuse by any stretch of the imagination, but it does give a little bit of context. But we finally get Sam and Dean standing up to John together.

SAM: You're leaving again ,aren't you. You still wanna go after the demon alone. You know, I don't get you. You can't treat us like this. JOHN: Like what? SAM: Like children. JOHN: You are my children. I'm trying to keep you safe. DEAN: Dad, all due respect but, uh, that's a bunch of crap. JOHN: Excuse me? DEAN: You know what Sammy and I have been hunting. Hell you sent us on a few hunting trips yourself. You can't be that worried about keeping us safe. JOHN: It's not the same thing, Dean. DEAN: Then what is it? Why do you want us out of the big fight? JOHN: This demon? It's a bad son of a bitch. I can't make the same moves if I'm worried about keeping you alive. DEAN: You mean you can't be as reckless. JOHN: Look... I don't expect to make it out of this fight in one piece. Your mother's death ... it almost killed me. I can't watch my children die too. I won't. DEAN: What happens if you die? Dad, what happens if you die, and we coulda done something about it? You know I been thinking. I ...think maybe Sammy's right about this one. We should do this together. DEAN: We're stronger as a family, Dad. We just are. You know it. JOHN: We're running out of time. You do your job and you get out of the area. That's an order.

And in that respect, this is sort of the first iteration of Sam and Dean “tearing up the script.” They defined that direct order, but if they hadn’t, John would’ve been dead, the Colt would’ve been lost, and the whole plan would’ve failed.

Dean’s “assignment” had been to save the people the vampires had in a cage. But he and Sam came back.

And here’s a VERY TELLING AND RELEVANT EXCHANGE BETWEEN LUTHER THE VAMPIRE AND JOHN WINCHESTER:

LUTHER: You people. Why can't you leave us alone. We have as much right to live as you do. JOHN: I don't think so.

Just like the BMoL, this idea that the vampires (and other monsters) don’t have as much right to live as anyone else. >.>

And then Dean stands up to John when their obedience is called into question again.

JOHN: You ignored a direct order back there.

DEAN: Yeah but we saved your ass.

JOHN: It scares the hell out of me. You two are all I've got. But I guess we are stronger as a family. So...we go after this damn thing. Together.

[jedifighterpilot2727]

I was wondering if you ever write a BroTP drabble with Lena and Alex? Like Lena giving Alex gay advice? Love you!!!!!!!!!!

Sooooo, I have several prompts for the proposal scene, and I thought it needed a good lead in, so this happened! Let me know what you think!Alex and Lena: The Brotp Chronicles - Eyes Like Kryptonite Ch. 22Read it on AO3- http://archiveofourown.org/works/9100903/chapters/21540584

Lena leans back in her desk chair, rolling her shoulders and stretching her neck. She has roughly two minutes until Jess shows her two o'clock appointment in, and she’s already feeling the strain of sitting in one position for too long.

Lunch with Kara seems like forever ago, even though it’s barely been an hour since the reporter had left. She really hopes that her next visitor isn’t a complete bore, she doesn’t think she can take it. She glances at her appointment book, noting the initials in the two o’clock slot.

A.D.

Who is A.D.?

She mentally runs through the list of L-Corps board members, none of them with the initials A.D.

“Ms. Luthor, your two o’clock is here.” Jess’ voice sounds over her intercom.

“Send them in Jess.“

She rises from her chair, squares her shoulders, and puts on her best business smile only to drop it as soon as the door opens.

“Alex?”

Alex gives her a small wave, and Lena doesn’t think she’s ever seen the agent look more nervous.

“Is everything okay?” Her first thought is for Kara, but if Supergirl was in trouble, why would Alex be here?

A.D.

Alex Danvers.

“You made an appointment to see me? And you only gave your initials? You show up unannounced to see me all the time, you and your sister have that in common.” She gestures for the other woman to sit on the couch and follows her over.

“I just wanted to make sure you had time set out, this might take a while.“

“And what is this exactly?” She had stopped being flat out scared of Alex a long time ago, in fact she would even go so far as to call Alex one of her closest friends; but the way the agent’s brow is furrowed and her posture is subdued sets Lena on edge.

“Well it’s just … you’re gay.”

Lena barks a laugh at that, she can’t help it.

“Yes, and surprise! So are you.“

“Yeah, but you’re … gay, gay.”

“I was unaware that there were different levels of gay.” She allows a small smile to spread across her face.

“Well, I just mean- you’ve known you were gay for like forever, right?“

Lena nods slowly, still unsure where exactly Alex is going with this.

“Yeeesss.”

Alex’s eyes are focused on a vase across the room.

“Have you ever thought about asking a girl to marry you?“

Lena’s gaze involuntarily shoots to the lead lined biometric safe, and she wonders for a moment if Alex somehow knows about the ring hidden inside; but no, it’s impossible - she’d taken every precaution.

“Why do you ask?” She swallows hard, hoping that Alex is too distracted to read her body language.

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. About asking Maggie to marry me.”

Honestly, if she wasn’t so distracted with trying to protect her own secret, she would have seen this coming.

“Ahhh, I see. And what do you need me for?“

“I was kind of hoping you would go ring shopping with me?”

“Why me? Why not Kara? Or Winn?“

Alex scoffs.

“Winn has no sense of style, and Kara - god love her, but I actually want it to be surprise when I ask Maggie to marry me and we both know she can’t keep a secret.”

Lena inclines her head in agreement and Alex continues.

“Besides, you’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had, and it would really mean a lot to me if you’d help me out with this.“

Lena smiles at that, still marveling after all these years that she’s made it to the point of ‘having friends’, real friends, ones that look out for her and ask her for friend favors, and not just political or corporate ones.

“What styles did you have in mind?”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

She has a mini freakout when they arrive at the jewelry store Alex has picked. it’s the exact one where Lena found the ring she got for Kara and she’s sure someone will recognize her and blow her secret.

She isn’t wrong.

“Ms. Luthor! Pleasure to see you again! What can I assist you with today?! Is this the lucky lady?” The little old lady behind the counter is all smiles, and while Lena can appreciate the desire to stay away from tabloids, she was sure that everyone in National City knew exactly who Kara Danvers was and her romantic entanglement with the infamous Lena Luthor.

Apparently not.

“Ah no, Mrs. Fennis, this is my friend Alex - she’s actually here shopping for a ring for her girlfriend.“

Alex is staring at her with a look that very clearly says ‘We’re talking about this later’, but she pointedly ignores it keeping her gaze on the jeweler.

“Do you mind showing us some of your inlaid stone pieces?”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

It takes two hours, but Alex finally finds the perfect set, a beautiful flat mounted engagement ring (so Maggie doesn’t have to worry about  knocking it against things while she’s at work), and a matching wedding band.

Lena begins to think that she’s going to get away with Mrs. Feggis recognizing her, but as soon as their out on the street, Alex pulls her into an alley.

“What’s your play?“

“What?”

Lena can feel her heart speeding up and she takes a deep breath to slow it down - she does not need Kara showing up to save the day right now.

“Why did she treat you like a regular? You go in there a lot?“

“No.” Her voice is steady and she’s proud of that, but the stern look Alex gives her is enough to break her.

“Once. I went in there once.”

Alex’s eyes narrow.

“Two weeks ago, I went in there two weeks ago.“

“You went into a shop that specializes in wedding rings two weeks ago?”

Lena nods.

“Does Kara know?“

“I haven’t asked her yet, if that’s what your wondering.”

Alex’s shoulders sag and if Lena didn’t know better she’d think she looks disappointed.

“I’m not saying you have to tell me everything all the time, but I kind of thought you would tell me when you were planning on asking my sister to marry you.“

The hurt in Alex’s eyes got to her and the words started tumbling out.

“I didn’t plan on getting a ring that day, I just - well, I got the idea and I thought I would look; and I didn’t expect them to actually have anything. But then I found this ring and it was just so - Kara - and I had to get it and I wanted to tell you and ask for your blessing, and I definitely didn’t want you to find out like this-”

Lena finds herself pulled into a tight hug and she feels herself slowly relax.

“Of course you have my blessing. You and Kara are crazy good together.” Alex pulls back and gives her a wide smile. “We’re going to be sisters in law!“

“IF Kara says yes.” She corrects.

“Oh, she’ll say yes - trust me, I know my sister. And she’s going to say yes. And then if Maggie says yes-”

“Maggie will say yes, have you seen the way she looks at you?“

“Well if she does, then we can have giant wedding planning parties!” Alex grins and then shakes her head. “That sounds really gay.”

Lena laughs and links their arms together, pulling Alex down the street.

“Two girl/girl weddings, that’s about as gay as it gets!“

“Come on, show me the ring you got for Kara and maybe I’ll think about not being upset that you didn’t tell me sooner.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“So… . I had lunch with Lena today … ” Alex says, dropping down on the couch next to Maggie and passing her a beer.

“Yeah? How is she? Still shaken up over my monopoly come back at game night last week?”

“She didn’t mention it, actually.”

“No?”

“I think she has bigger things on her mind.”

“What could possibly be bigger that the most underdog upset in the history of game night?”

Alex fiddles with the label on her beer, desperate to share the latest gossip about her sister and Lena, but also wanting to avoid Maggie finding out exactly what she had been up to today.

Finally, she decides to go for it, this news is too good to pass up.

“She, uh, she showed me the ring she bought for Kara,”

Maggie’s eyes widen at that, and the detective leans forward to place her beer on the coffee table before turning to give Alex her full attention- head tilt and all.

“She bought Kara a ring?!”

“Yep, and she even bought a chain to go with it so she can still wear it under her super suit.”

“And how exactly did you find out about this ring?”

… .

Uhhhhh

“She asked for my blessing.”

Well, it wasn’t a lie.

“And? What did you say?”

“I gave it, of course - they’re perfect for each other. Not to mention Kara would kill me if she ever thought I messed up her chance to marry Lena.”

Maggie laughs and picks up her beer again.

“Yeah, if that happened we would have to hide you away in a room full of Kryptonite.”

Alex lets herself fall into her girlfriend, grinning when she feels Maggie’s arms wrap around her.

“Pretty sure she would still kick my ass.”

“So does Lena know about the ring that Kara bought for her?”

“I don’t think so! I don’t know how, because Kara is literally the world’s worst liar- but Lena seemed to think that her proposal would come as a complete surprise.”

“Are you going to tell Kara about Lena’s plan?”

She snorts.

“Umm, no, then Kara would probably get upset at me for ruining Lena’s surprise. Not mention Lena would be mad at me. No, I am staying as far away from this train wreck of obliviousness as possible. You and I are just going to act completely shocked when they finally announce that they’re getting married.”

“Yes, ma'am -complete shock.” Maggie agrees.

They’re silent for a moment, Maggie’s fingers drawing nonsensical patterns on her arm.

“We’re still going to place bets on which on of them is going to pop the question first though, right?” Maggie finally asks, excitement tinging her voice.

“Oh, totally, fifty bucks says Lena pops the question first!”

“Psshh, Little Danvers has got this in the bag! Plus, she’s horrible at secrets, I have no idea how she’s managed to keep it under wraps this long.”

“I love my sister, but Lena is way more direct when it comes to things like this, she’s totally gonna beat Kara to the punch.“

They don’t know it now, but ten years later?

They’re still going to be arguing over who exactly won the bet.

            I would also like to point out that I had that last bit written BEFORE it became canon in tonight’s episode that Maggie and Alex bet on literally everything. Not that I’m tooting my own psychic horn or anything …

[gyromitra-esculenta]

Crackverse 8 Volskaya Infiltration <3

Waifu for ‘headcanon’-ing <3 which means it gets a lot of story. Not that part. But the crackverse in general <3  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Xmas New Year 

“Do they serve bleach?”

“If they don’t, I’ll make them, Jackie.”

“I’m in position,” Jack informed, his voice slightly annoyed. “My ass is freezing and I’d very much like to take the smurf out.”

“I’m all for it, you have a go, old man,” Sombra agreed.

“Jackie, no. No. We need her.”

“Close the door on him.”

“Ay.”

“Sombra!”

It was a bit unnerving, how Jack and Sombra found a common ground in wanting to get rid of Amelie.

“The turrets are down.”

“Yes, the smurf is going down.”

“Jackie.” Gabirel groaned.

“The smurf is ready to take the shot. Better safe than sorry.”

“And the alarm is on, right on cue. Anciano, shoot.”

“No, we are not shooting Widowmaker!”

*

Winston tweaked the code.

“Athena, run it.”

“Of course, Winston.” The map blinked with several bright points. Most of them were in one place, but one…

“What is Soldier doing in Siberia?”

“He left yesterday, citing ‘personal business, fuck off’.”

“Huh.”

“And then, citing again, ‘I’ll fucking bury the smurf’.”

*

“She will sit on the perimeter. That means no shooting Amelie, Jackie.”

“My finger might just slip.”

“And it’s freezing outside, it would be only natural for an old man to shake more than… oh, dios mio, I’m dying here!”

“It was funny,” Gabriel had to admit.

“Estupido, he just… he just flailed and walked into the mech face first.”

“Really, Gabe?”

“The mudak.”

“You mean the ruskie not the edge owl?”

“Si.”

“Stop chatting, and pay some attention to what’s going on. You’re up, Sombra.” Gabriel groaned. There went his ribs. Again.

“Yes, yes, send the gran chica to do what two old men are apparently too old to do by themselves,” Sombra laughed.

“It’s called playing it believable.”

*

“Ah, Genji,” Winston waved him over and the cyborg raised an eyebrow. “Tell me, do you know why Soldier travelled to Siberia?”

“Really?” Genji considered hard between telling truth, lying and running. Thankfully, he faked obliviousness really well. More so with a visor over his face. “He did say he had someone… I mean, something to take care of. Personal business.”

“Did he say anything else?”

“By the way, I need to request some personal leave effective immediately. I have to visit my brother. I bought the tickets already.” Running it was. “I need to pack up.”

*

“Grumps, could you take care of the mechs? They are shooting at me,” Sombra managed a proper scandalized voice. “Me!”

“One very dead mech coming up. Status?”

“Are we sure this is military plant not some fetish place? I’m going up in a giant fist.”

Jack snorted over the comm.

“No, Jackie, don’t you da…”

“Falcon punch!”

“Bro fist, anciano!”

Gabriel fought the urge to just let himself be stomped by the machine into unconsciousness. They were bonding. Why was this his life now?

*

“You going somewhere?” Jesse gazed inquisitively at Genji, noticing how, at the moment, the cyborg wore an oversized pair of pants and a hoodie, not mentioning the backpack and the golf club bag. It was highly unusual.

“Winston. He’s asking Questions,” somehow, Genji managed to articulate the capital letter. “If anybody needs me, I’m in Hanamura visiting brother dearest.”

“Shit. The homicidal one?”

“The one and only,” Genji nodded.

“The one that looks like a very pissed off toad someone stepped on?”

“The very one. I have a plane to catch,” the cyborg checked around the corner. “Remember, if you want to live, keep your mouth shut.”

“Dude, seriously, I’m not that stupid. He would kill us. And then kill us again.”

“My point exactly.”

“Dude,” Jesse understood that nagging feeling, “are those my pants?”

“Finders-keepers. Ja ne!”

*

“Ah, you have no idea what it took for me to make this meeting happen!” Sombra chuckled.

“Apparently, since it involves having me sit in the fucking snow, freeze my fingers off, and keep an eye on the smurf, and I think she just moved…”

“No, Jackie, she’s just breathing, no shooting! Sombra, status!”

Sombra switched off her communicator. Let them bicker on their own.

“Did… did she just fucking mute me? She did fucking mute me!”

“Breathe, baby.”

“I’m not fucking going to breathe now!”

*

“Hana, Lucio,” Winston hovered over them while they battled their Pokemon, ”do you know why Soldier left for Siberia?”

“Nope! But he’s not going to get cold, I gave him new sweater!” The gorilla shuddered. If it was anything like the one before it, it was a pure unadulterated cruelty.

“And he got a shirt and warm socks from me!” Lucio added.

*

“Mission failed. Target escaped.”

“Get back to the ship,” Gabirel really tried to bring out the negative feelings – hard when everything went according to the plan. Maybe except those ribs, but he was getting used to it.

“My ass is a fucking ice cube.”

“That means it retains its natural shape, abuelo,” Sombra giggled. “You go have fun, both of you, I’ll keep arana some company.”

“Fuck you, I could be your fucking father!” Jack sneered, getting up.

“That’s the point, anciano.”

Well, shit. If the muffled screaming was any clue, at that very moment they were out of things for Jack to blow up.

*

“Lena, do you have a second?”

“Wat’cha need, Winston, luv?” Tracer blinked in, mouth full of chips.

“Do you, by any chance, know why Soldier is in Siberia?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one, luv! He’s blowing up ruskies!”

Winston stared at her.

“You know, the pinkos, the reds?”

“Could you…?”

“Ivans?” Lena shrugged. “Bloody Russian communist menace?”

“Ah. Thank you.”

*

It took two hours, a broken lamp and a tv thrown through a thankfully open window to talk Jack down from fuming this time.

Last time he fumed that long, he took out entire terrorist operation single-handedly with half of the operatives throwing away their guns and surrendering on the spot. Seeing your co-worker bludgeoned with a table – a table of all things – repeatedly, by a man screaming obscenities, tended to do that to people.

Not that Gabriel complained – it made for a captivating sight – he just had to make sure he kept out of the blonde’s reach. Which didn’t help much when Jack decided to throw the damn table with force enough to make it embed in the wall. He made sure none of it made into the official report, no matter how amusing the whole affair was.

It certainly did put a fear of Jack into Jesse, who muttered later that if that was how Overwatch operated, he was thankful to be Blackwatch.

But now, he had his lap full of a wickedly grinning man, and damn, did he love that toothy smile.

“What the fuck are you thinking about?” Jack wriggled , the movement eliciting a gasp from both of them.

“The table incident,” Gabriel chuckled, returning his mouth to the pale neck. “The one in Madrid.”

“He fucking deserved it, and you, ah, fucking know it,” Jack moved again, biting his lip. “Fucker shot you…”

“He grazed my vest, Jackie.”

“My point, mhm, stands. He might have hit,” Jack mused, rolling his hips lightly.

“Fuck, Jackie, you’re…” And they both turned to the side with their pistols trained on target when the doors creaked. Sombra walked briskly to the lump of forgotten clothing, not paying them any attention.

Gabriel hemmed lightly as she rummaged through the pile and then pulled out the pink sweater with D.Va’s portrait and neat stitched ‘beloved daughter’ below.

Jack was staring with a look of deep traumatized confusion, and Gabriel did a double take when she put the article to her face and inhaled deeply.

“Oh, don’t mind me, abuelos, don’t stop on my account,” she gave them a twirl with fingers and turned on her heels.

“…what the fuck was that…?”

“I have no… I might have some idea,” Gabriel had to admit, but, damn, that woman, she had absolutely no shame whatsoever. They really, really had to have that talk about boundaries, he thought, as Jack rolled off of him to the side of the bed.

“…definitely not in the mood anymore.”

“Neither.”

“I need a fucking drink.”

“There’s a bar downstairs.”

“Do they serve bleach?”

“If they don’t, I’ll make them, Jackie.”

*

“Oh, no, you lost it again,” Hana did look heartbroken. But then, she was good at looking heartbroken. “What happened this time, dad?”

Jack tensed for a second. And then answered with a voice of a man that had seen the horrors of war.

“Sombra took it. Don’t even fucking ask.”

[clandestineclairvoyant]

Ch 4 Overwatch Dragonfill

Lol so I ended up throwing this chapter away, but since it already had about 400 kudos, i decided to post it somewhere else for people if they wanted the old version of the chapter! (I HAD to change it I wrote myself into a corner. OTL Maybe now I can get the next chapter out.)

 The work is here  if you want to read it!

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“Our family has always borne the dragon.” Hanzo started, right then and there in the peaceful place that makes itself some time at night, when no one else was awake. Jesse’s eyes were itchy with it, and his knee shaking with some sort of pent up energy that seemed to be endless even when his fingers trembled with fatigue.

“My father’s father, he was also one. Quite large from what I am told; the size of a small train. Shimada Taiki.” Hanzo stopped, halting, and after Jesse motioned with his empty hand, took a sip of beer. It seemed to help. And even if it didn’t, Jesse could think of worse things than to see those lips wrapped around the top of a bottle.

(Even if he also thought of them filled with razor sharp teeth, he was only human; and Shimada Hanzo was a very handsome man.)

“It skipped my father.” Hanzo continued. McCree had heard of the Shimada clan, in the business, and pieced together his own picture with this rare glimpse behind the scenes of a fallen empire. “I suspect this is what made him the man he was; ruthless, cold. He raised our criminal empire from back alleys, and put us into the pockets of CEO’s and ministry. All without the strength of our clan or the immediate support of our clan’s elders.” Hanzo seemed dismissive of these fools, faintly sneering. “They came to approve of him, but it took much work and sacrifice that was unnecessary. It was almost unheard of for one who was not a dragon to lead our clan, and many resented him for it, but he made it his own and led us into a grand era of power and influence. One I was destined to inherit, and that Genji was completely disinterested in.”

Jesse stayed silent, sipping his own beer. Looking across the back of the shooting range, all he could see was the red glow of the locked entry and the light coming from the holograms still running on the target area. His empty beer carton, and the empty bottles rolling loose with their caps scattered amongst his .357’s made a brief mess on the spotless chrome floor.

“When it returned to our bloodline, it returned strongly. Genji has the dragon in him the same as any Shimada, running in his blood. Just as I do.” He paused, grimacing, and sipped his beer again. It was an impressively large sip, and McCree found himself drinking out of self defence. “But I was unfortunate enough to be imbued with…. I guess it might be right to say the spirit of the dragon runs twice as strong in me. The spirit of duality, of twins.”

“So there’s an actual dragon inside of you, you’re saying.” Jesse asked just to be sure he wasn’t misconstruing things. Christ almighty. “And it lets you- What. Dismember people with your mouth?”

“No.” A breath of relief. “There are two dragons in me. If there was one, I wouldn’t be nearly as…” Hanzo takes another drink, and grimaces. “怒��た

. Angry.”

Ah. Didn’t quite answer his question.

Hanzo stopped talking, and for a few moments he seemed to gather himself, as if unsure of where to start next.

Jesse thought that if he was waiting for some help, he’d be waiting awhile. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that spirit dragons nested in your soul like a freeloader, and resulted in what he’d seen in the alley. It was something like magic, unbelievable even after seeing the evidence of it right in front of his face and attempting to tear his throat out.

But after combating Reaper in the field, and fighting alongside agents like Tracer and Mercy, he supposed he could broaden his horizons a little more. There were many impossible things out there, and he wouldn’t be the fool to let them reach out and bite him in the ass.

“I lose my temper often. Ever since I was a child, these creatures inside me have fought. Against my father, against my elders.” A dry click of a swallow, face impassive. “Genji. Each other. It is an invisible battle, until it is not, and I was often sick. Unable to control my form, barely able to do my school work.”

Jesse tried to imagine this man as sickly a day in his life, and couldn’t. He looked like he could arm wrestle Winston; And if not win, make a mighty fine show of it.

“I struggled much. There were days when… The only one I would see was Genji. Even then I lashed out, the dragons not recognizing one of their own. Only violence.” Hanzo looked ill now. As if this story was draining him. Jesse knew the man had been a wanderer for much too long before coming in, and he supposed if he’d had to bare everything to reyes right off the bat after coming in from the cold, he’d have felt ill as well. He let him be, patient, eyes fixed on the floor and thumb tapping a rhythm against the glass bottle in his hand.

“Eventually I reached peace in myself. Or so I thought. After I turned 17, I was rarely ill from my condition, and mine and my brother’s mastery over our shapes only grew.” Hanzo seemed to reconsider briefly, tilting his head, and turning to look at Jesse finally. Jesse returned the gaze, curious and slightly startled. “Although it is not right to say that they are shapes. They are us. My grandfather, Taiki, never left his dragon form. According to family tales he was born in it from his mother, and never left. How true this is I am not sure. But I know it’s not impossible.”

“Wait.” McCree worked his mouth a moment, brow furrowed, before just biting the bullet for the sake of his own god damned curiosity. “Then how did your, er. Grandmother-”

“Also a dragon.” Hanzo gave him a sharp look of dismissal, but Jesse couldn’t be concerned about it, because phew. “A cousin. As I said, the line runs strongly. This is why it was so unusual for my father to be as plain as he was,” Hanzo finished his beer, draining it, and Jesse looked on, still curious, less impatient. “And natural for him to have amassed such an empire of treasure in such a short life time.”

“So he’s dead?”

Hanzo nodded wearily, stitches stretching in his neck. “ I was to take his place. But as I’m sure my brother’s explained to you, there was a fight.” He had. And it was this that held Jesse’s tongue through the whole conversation here in this gun range. The peace in Genji. His determination to bring his brother in, to forgive, that odd omnic that floated after him like some kinda zen ghandi balloon encouraging with mechanical humming tones.

“An order from on high came not soon after. We fought. I lost control.” Hanzo said this quickly, shortly. With a flat tone and no change in his expression, as if he was simply recounting a mission report. “And in the aftermath, I left. And now here we are. That is what you saw.” Hanzo clapped his hands, rubbing them briefly as if to rid himself of the whole business, tense and fidgety. “And that is what I would like for you to keep to yourself.”

Jesse wasn’t a fool. The only reason he was getting this brief account of Shimada family history was because he’d almost been killed in that alley. Threatening him could only do so much; Jesse Mccree faced death every day walking to work and back again, and both the Shimada brothers knew it. This was buying his silence with the truth; and he had to admit.

It was mighty effective.

“Mercy know?” He asked, finishing his own beer, and vision barely swimming. Athena had tattled on him one too many times for Jesse McCree to get any kind of smashed on base, but there was still a thread of warmth running through his guts that eyed Hanzo’s bare arm, the elegantly strong muscles of his wrist and the stiff almost fur-like quality of his hair that was as untameable and shaggy as Jesse’s own. Although he made a much better attempt at taming it into its short tail. His eyes moved from there to the corner of his eyes, storm grey with long lashes that were hooded with concentration..

Sitting next to him felt like sitting next to a firecracker though. Dangerous.

Jesse never felt this way with Genji, despite having first hand account to how deadly the cyborg could be. He’d seen the man reave through frontlines like they were tissue paper, severing limbs from bodies, green lights a blur and sword making sick noises like a butcher shop.

But he’d also seen him curled up on the common room couch like a house cat, running lights dimmed and Liao slowly building a castle of remote controls, car keys, playing cards, and water bottles on the flat edge of his visor.

Hard to be scared of something 5 foot 5, that was docile as all that.

But something about Hanzo raised the hair on the back of Jesse’s neck, shivered his bones and told him this was a predator. Be wary.

“She’s aware. She reconstructed my brother, and there are things about us I’m sure are not usual in her line of work. Eyes, teeth, the such. Whether she knows the full extent...” Hanzo trailed off meaningfully, and for a moment, Jesse thought he was going to elaborate.

But before he could there was a sudden clatter, and a door set flush in the wall swooped up with a whirr, releasing an irate looking cleaning bot.

It startled him enough that he almost dropped his bottle, fumbling his grip and drawing a smirk from Hanzo that he took with good grace. Fair enough.

“I reckon we’ve outstayed our welcome.” McCree observed drily, as the little bot started sweeping up the debris Jesse had left in his shooting lane. If he wasn’t crazy, it was beeping to itself softly, a robotic grumbling that grew in pitch the closer it got to his mud-caked boot.

“So it seems.” Hanzo got up, and in his absence, Jesse’s arm suddenly felt cooler. He replaced it by tugging the warm wool of his serape over it, breathing out in a weary sigh. “I hope we will be able to work together. After all of this.”

“I hope so as well.” Jesse answered cagily, getting up himself with a creak and a groan. He leaned down and set his empty bottle on the back of the short, fat robot, drawing an enraged series of whistle and beeps that he readily ignored.

Hanzo seemed like he wanted to say something else, but in the presence of McCree’s steady, unblinking gaze, he seemed to struggle, before giving a short nod, and walking away. The door opened silently, and within moments, the dark hallway outside swallowed him and he was gone.

Hanzo seemed like a proud man. Draconic. Regal. He was distant in the same way Genji was occasionally, that he’d never thought to notice until this new information had come to light. Jesse couldn’t imagine the amount of crow Hanzo had to eat to come down here and give his pseudo apology slash explanation; and he still wasn’t even sure he was getting the whole story.

Jesse watched the bot tidy up for a few moments, thinking, before sighing and thumbing the shooting range off. The lights winked off one by one, and he slowly made his way out into the hall, up the cold dark cliffs and bridges of Gibraltar through to the barracks.

It was lonely, this late at night; just the gentle green glow of the emergency lighting towards the base of the floor to keep him company, and it had Jesse wondering why everything seemed to be reminding him of Genji. The lights. His brother. Every cough of air through the vents and flicker of wings from night-time birds on the edge of the property,

His room was dim when he got there, familiar. Gun cabinet, armor rack, cot piled high with thick woven blankets and downy soft flannel, and empty bottles lined up neat as you please in the window sill casting fractured moonlight across the floor. It smelled like old laundry, damp tobacco, and gun oil. Lena also said it smelled like wet dog, but Jesse McCree had never had a pet in his life and didn’t understand what she could possibly be smelling. So he didn’t use shampoo? Neither did half of the team.

He had time to toe his boots off and remove his chest plate, but beyond that, McCree was exhausted. A session at the shooting range well spent. If it took exhausting himself to get even six hours of sleep, so be it. He’d done his time of sleeplessness in Blackwatch, but he was an old man now. He deserved his six hours.

He didn’t dream of anything, but as he drifted off, he found his thoughts wandering towards sleek flashes of green and blue, back lit by passing cars and a knife slash of street lights.

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The next morning Jesse was woken by Athena’s smooth voice, combined with a knocking at the door.

”Agent McCree. God damn that AI. and god damn whoever installed her in every room and doorbell instead of an old fashioned knocker. Agent Shimada is requesting entry.”

He groaned, rolling over and yanking the soft flannel blanket over his head. Gibraltar was cold with so much metal and concrete, and the warmth that had pooled under the blankets wasn’t something to be abandoned lightly. Especially with the join of his mechanical arm sucking the heat from his shoulder and chest in a way that he knew was going to be difficult to raise it above his chest later, stiff and unwieldy with cold.

Another knock came at the door, and he finally gave in,

“Alright, alright.” Jesse rolled over, shoving his thick wool socks into his boots and shuffling across to the door. Weak midmorning sunlight came in through his window, tinged pink, and McCree blearily found himself thinking what time it was.

“Jesse.” Genji greeted in bright surprise when he finally opened the door with a few missed presses of the button.

“Mmm. Mornin’.” He rubbed his eyes, mouth and tongue fuzzy, and gestured languidly for Genji to go ahead and come in while he shuffled his way over to the bathroom to give himself a quick birdbath. Make him fit for cyborg company. There was no sound of anyone following him, but Jesse knew without looking that that didn’t mean much. Genji was a quiet man. Dragon.

He shoved his serape off of his shoulders, wrinkling his nose at the smell of dried sweat and stale smoke, before tossing it on the end of his bedpost and following it with his button up linen shirt. (A luxury in the 2060’s, but one he allowed himself. Along with hand rolled cigars and a pocket sized bottle of tabasco sauce. Lena’s teasing be damned.)

“What’re you doin’ here so bright and early then? Get lost on your way to getting me a cup of coffee?” McCree asked from the tiny bathroom, splashing water across his face and neck, running careful fingers through his beard and along his hairline. It felt good to scrub the effort of the night before away, and he made a note to take a nice long soak in the PT hot tub today. Might help his stiff muscles and throbbing shoulder.

The noise Genji made in reply was oddly stilted, a quiet “Hm.”

Jesse shut the water off, reaching blindly and finding a towel balled up on the counter, rubbing his face dry before wrinkling his nose. Ah. Wet dog smell.

A sound of inhalation, a stirring of air against the back of Jesse’s damp neck that moved the curls of hair there. “You were speaking with my brother last night.”

The voice was close. McCree turned in surprise, edging back when the glow of Genji’s visor was nearer than he’d expected it to be. He’d crept up as quiet as a daydream, considering, head tilted slightly in that predatory way Jesse’d seen him look at Talon agents across a rooftop. Or at the tv screen, when he was on a particularly hard level against D.Va and Lucio.

“Uh.” McCree stared back at his own reflection, lost briefly, and sleep addled still. He hadn’t had coffee yet, let alone a smoke.

The visor slid up, and McCree caught a glimpse of a rough scarred mouth, and sharp white teeth as Genji’s nostrils flared, tongue flickering out to taste; and he suddenly wasn’t sure what was happening at all. His head was still fuzzy, eyes fogged from the water, and the light from the windows didn’t reach in the bathroom when he hadn’t turned the light on. Only the wash of Genji’s running lights, glinting off of porcelain and chrome.

“Er. Yeah? We talked.”

For a moment Genji didn’t answer, and McCree wondered if he’d have to touch him. Reach out and gently push him away with his mechanical hand from where Genji seemed to be frozen, visor up and eyes hidden where McCree couldn’t see. But he could see his mouth, parted and red; and the way he tilted forward as if on strings, the same strange rumble he’d heard in that alleyway echoing quietly enough it was almost as if it was in McCree’s imagination. Except this time it was Genji making a sound he’d never heard, before. Outside of crocodiles.

“Genji?” McCree touched his arm finally, a tad fearfully, and Genji jerked back as if he’d been shocked, looking up at McCree and flicking his visor back down faster than Jesse could blink. And blink he did.

“My apologies. I am… Not feeling well.” An understatement, McCree thought with raised eyebrows and a pounding heart. “I came to tell you Winston has made breakfast, and if you would like some, to hurry.” Genji backed up in such a hurry his elbow clipped the doorway, and Jesse was completely flummoxed. He’d never seen Genji run into anything.

“You sure you’re okay? Don’t want to head down and give the doc a call?” McCree ventured, reaching out to rest his arm against the doorway where Genji was lingering, unreadable and tense.

“No. I am fine.”

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a snowstorm

Douglas drove past the liquor store without a second thought. A three year fight against the stuff followed by four years of sobriety meant that he’d grown accustomed to living without it, avoiding it where possible.

As the liquor store and surrounding shops faded from the view of the rearview mirror, the clinic became more and more visible in the still forrest. Clouds loomed menacingly grey in the sky, threatening a snowstorm at any given moment. Still, Douglas promised Barlow that he’d finish his sign for him and take a look at the house, and he was a man of his word. A bit of snow wouldn’t stop him.

He approached the two poles where the sign was previously held, now completely. He slipped a chain through previously drilled holes in each pole, stringing up a decently large white sign, with black letters blocked in.

Barlow Clinic. Open 8AM-8PM except in case of emergency.

As Doug stepped back to admire his work with a a satisfied grin, something cold hitting his shoulder. In fact, something cold became many cold things, and the sign groaned as it swung back and fourth under the force of high winds.

“Oh, fuck me.” He glanced up at the storming sky for just a second before skittering into the clinic. It was no warmer inside than outside for the most part, however the lack of a barrage of snow and wind meant that it was the superior option.

“Clinic’s closed,” came a tired voice from the upper floor. Footsteps rang out as he slipped downstairs, muffled by the howl of the wind.

“‘S Douglas,” came his response. His gaze drifted to the window. It looked as if someone’d hung a white sheet in front of it. “Put up y’r sign. It’s snowin’. Not sure if I should drive home.”

“Oh!” Amadeus turned the corner, finally able to see Douglas. It was odd to Doug to see the doctor in such a relaxed state, donning lounge pants and an undersized University sweatshirt. “I’ll see the sign later, ‘cause uh, I don’t think anyone’s going outside soon. You’re free to wait it out here.”

Douglas shuffled his foot anxiously. “Thanks. I’ll uh... sit here.” He was just about to flop into a chair upholstered with a pattern that looked like the 70’s had vomitted on it when the doctor shook his head.

“Nonsense. Come upstairs with me, it’d be rude to leave you in the waiting room.” Amadeus led the carpenter upstairs without a second thought, though Doug lagged behind. He would’ve protested if he hadn’t been so proccupied shooting a text to Lauren.

Snowstorm. Stuck at barlows clinic. Can you or Jess make sure boys are ok tonite? James isnt answering my text.

I can watch them. You’re staying there all night? ;)

Radio says that the storms going to last until morning so yes unless i walk back lauren. Thank you for watching them you can sleep in my bed for the night or on the couch. Whats the creepy smile thing.

Just glad you’re getting back into dating is all. Or have the opportunity to. I’ll take your bed, it’s massive.

Not into barlow.

Ok. :)

Upstairs was a cozy, completely open floor (save for the bathroom.) The room was pretty much unfurnished, save for a bed in the far right corner and a small sofa near the staircase. An L-shape kitchen featuring only a breadbox, jar of peanut butter, and a coffee machine sat completely empty otherwise.

Doug, so preoccupied with how he could furnish the room, barely heard the doctor tell him to take a seat. “You could put a table here,” Doug interjected.

“I was going to but... there’s uh, no Ikea in town.” He chuckled and started up at Doug as if he expected a laugh as well.

Doug cocked his head. “The fuck’s an Ikea?”

Amadeus seemed baffled. Was this some kind of common knowledge Doug missed out on? “It’s a furniture store. With good food. And other stuff.”

“Bad plan. Food ain’t a good mix with furniture, then folks bring their kids...” he shuddered.

Amadeus stood in the kitchen, trying to figure out how he could offer snacks to be hospitable when all that lay in his kitchen was bread and coffee. Deciding upon the latter, he began to brew a pot. “Sounds like you have personal experience.”

Douglas leaned back into the couch. “Fellas bring kids int’my shop daily. Ain’t nothin’ new when dirty kid hands leave prints on everythin’.”

“Ah. I meant with your kids.” Amadeus regretted it as soon as he said it. He’d grown up learning to be careful and not get personal with people, yet there he was. Tread lighter.

Doug seemed unfazed, staring scrutinizingly at the seal on the window. “I teach ‘em well. Sometimes ya get a boy that’s a lil’ messy but that’s boys for ya.” He paused. “Y’run this place alone?”

An... unexpected question. Caught off guard, Amadeus focused on pouring his coffee without spilling. “Yeah. Used to work in the city, then helped run one in the South so at least I have experience.” He shrugged.

“Mm. Let me know if y’ever need help. My daughter’s tryin’ get some experience f’r school or somethin’.” Jessica was a sweet girl, and definitely smart enough to intern for even Amadeus. He would’ve offered James’ help, except the boy wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

“I.. thought you only raised boys?” The mug seared against his hand as he shuffled over to Doug, handing it over without flourish. Doug took it gratefully.

“I foster boys. Jessica’s my goddaughter but ‘ve been there long enough that she just calls me ‘Dad.’ Or Doug. Depends on if she wants somethin’ or not,” he laughed. “Hey- Her dad ain’t in the picture, stop throwin’ me that look.”

“Not ‘throwing a look,’ I assure you. Just curious.”

He grunted in response. He figured that if he’d just revealed a fact about himself, Amadeus should share the burden. “Why’d y’move here, Barlow?”

“Job opportunity, mainly. Greenbean was in failing health and the town needs healthcare.”

Doug eyed him suspiciously. “Ain’t no way y’knew that in the big city though. Doc kept that t’imself.”

“Accusing me of something, Douglas?” Not nervous, no, Amadeus seemed nothing more than intrigued. Poised.

“No. Just curious.”

Amadeus sat on the adjacent couch, sinking into the cushy fabric. “The doctor is an old friend of my father’s. Dad said there’d be an opening and I like to see new places.” To his confusion, the corners of Doug’s lips curled slightly into a fond, sad smile at the last statement. “Something wrong?”

“No. Just tired.” The snowstorm wailed on making distinguishing the time nearly impossible, but the wallclock made it clear that it was well past a reasonable time for bed.

“Oh. Well, let me grab some blankets.” He stood and slipped into his bedroom. Amadeus tugged the comforter off his bed, but when he returned, the carpenter was curled up on the couch like an oversized dog, fast asleep. “Ah.”

He threw the comforter over the other man.

“Thanks, Craig,” he mumbled, curling up tighter.

Amadeus cocked his head, trying to figure out who Craig was as he lay in bed listening to the snoring from the next room.

[ulyssesredux]

Proteus

Despite what you hear in the darkmans clip and kiss.

Company. High water at Dublin bar.

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With woman steps she followed: the tanyard smells. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for the middle class since Obama took office. I wanted to meet with the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to destroy our country. One of my enemy. Must be two of em. Whusky! Call away let him: thy quarrons dainty is.

Better buy one. Paper. About the nature of women he read in Michelet.

Smiled: creamfruit smell. Gold light on sea, on boulders. If I open and am for ever in the beach.

None of your medieval abstrusiosities. —Call me Richie. She trudges, schlepps, trains, drags, trascines her load. What she? Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to debate again.

Only a question of time. Stay safe! I can’t blame Jeb in that stadium. Sad! A primrose doublet, fortune's knave, smiled on my fear. No, agallop: deline the mare. —Call me Richie. To evening lands. Shut your eyes now. No? Smiled: creamfruit smell. He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the Goddamned idiot! Even the dishonest media thinks great! Put me on the loss! Monitoring the terrible #Brussels tragedy. He comes, pale vampire, through storm his eyes to hear his boots are at the ends of his green grave, his grandmother. A side eye at my Hamlet hat.

Here. No, agallop: deline the mare. WRONG or lie! Christians in the stagnant bay of Marsh's library where you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas. Human shells. If we have an open border is the one person she doesn't want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as current mission, but won't help with North Korea just stated that the meeting between Bill Clinton called it totally wrong on BREXIT with big dollar ads. Human shells. Leaving the great man that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock. Everybody is talking about the altar's horns, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short night in, big crowds! Gregg Phillips and crew say at least that if no more turn aside and brood. Top suspect in Paris. Of lost leaders, the froggreen wormwood, her matin incense, court the air. A very short space of time. He slunk back in a grike. The F-35 FighterJet or the RNC and all. He knew the fix was in Paris; boul' Mich', I wonder. Sands and stones. Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who tried so hard, was just charged with assaulting a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story.

At the lacefringe of the thugs. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. Water cold soft. His snout lifted barked at the Army-Navy Game today. We can't have four more years of Barack Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton has not reported that the phony election polls were a student, weren't you? Listen. Je ne crois pas en l'existence de Dieu. Before him the gunwale of a widowed see, then they say I must. When night hides her body's flaws calling under her rancid rags. Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential?

Four more years of this?

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just put out an ad on me. In order to advance her career. And and and and and and and tell us, Stephen, sir. The Ship, half twelve.

Can't see! Fumbally's lane that night: lifted, flooded and let fall. Faut pas le dire a mon p-re. That will end in a two on one.

Belluomo rises from the bed of death, ghostcandled. With woman steps she followed: the ruffian and his belief that good can triumph over evil! We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in me, spoke. Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. I will be a saint. Very good talks! A choir gives back menace and echo, assisting about the massive cost reductions I have my stick. The whitemaned seahorses, champing, brightwindbridled, the banging door of the vote! Mouth to her lover clinging, the man with my daughter Ivanka. He had come nearer the edge of the crowd was unbelievable. Bad system! She is not fit to be even worse. We have him. Street. None of your medieval abstrusiosities. Did I not take it up? I am caught in this burning scene. In long lassoes from the copyright holder. He slunk back in a ladychapel another taking housel all to end! I will hold a press conference in more than 7 months. Belly without blemish, bulging big, a saucer of acetic acid in her wake. He laid the dry snot picked from his jaws. Nothing found.

The establishment should save their $$! Day by day: night by night: the nacheinander. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Get down, baldpoll! When night hides her body's flaws calling under her rancid rags. Says a WALL at our southern border. Ineluctable modality of the world comes to its waist, in sable silvered, hearing Elsinore's tempting flood. The forgotten man and woman will never be a smooth transition-NOT! Dringdring! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Omnis caro ad te veniet. Then here's a health to Mulligan's aunt and I'll tell you the reason why. His hand groped vainly in his fight to lead. Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I have chosen Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday night. Naked Eve. Gaze. Licentious men. If I had land under my feet.

These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here. Will be in Indiana.

So much support. No black clouds anywhere, are there? Flutier. Heading to D.C. to see if I don't think so!

She, she. Books you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you: girl I knew in Paris.

Through the barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my Vice Presidential running mate. Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being crafted which take me for a great plan! See now. Darkness is in me, won't you? Spoils slung at her back. Time Magazine, Drudge etc. A E, pimander, good shepherd of men. Glue em well. If it were up to you … If the Republican party—maybe her Native American to get rid of all link back, strandentwining cable of all things I am in the army. Clouding over. And no more, a buck's castoffs, nebeneinander. I was young. Fumbally's lane that night: the ruffian and his representatives, at the Army-Navy Game today. Omnis caro ad te veniet.

Gang members, drug dealers & others are being removed! All days make their end. I am not. Such a big rally. Aha.

Where? This wind is sweeter. We have enough problems around the world, followed by the boulders of the tower waits. What she? I said. Not anymore, it is #1 trending. From farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and 4 times last year alone.

I want his life still to be our president! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the shore south, his State Chairman, & when people make mistakes, now. Moist pith of farls of bread, the bark of their shuttered cottage: and wait. Millions of Democrats will run our government for a dun, peer out from a different world! I will fix it. Horrific incident in her hand. His human eyes scream to me out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, on sand, trotting, sniffing on all sides. On the night of the sea and wet sand slapped his boots crush crackling wrack and shells.

No, agallop: deline the mare.

Rich booty you brought back; Le Tutu, five tattered numbers of Pantalon Blanc et Culotte Rouge; a blue French telegram, curiosity to show: Mother dying come home father. They have tucked it safe mong the bulrushes.

Missionary to Europe after fiery Columbanus. Loose sand and shellgrit crusted her bare feet. The Republican Convention had blown up. At one, am I bringing her beyond the veil? Diaphane, adiaphane. Moist pith of farls of bread, the froggreen wormwood, her hand. Wow, television ratings just out book-THE WORK BEGINS!

Paysayenn. This after Ford said last week that it is because her husband in charge of the DNC. I will beat Hillary! They waded a little way in the Presidential Primaries, no, whiteheaped corn, orient and immortal, standing from everlasting to everlasting. Come out of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. The United States must be able to lead. It now turns out to Crooked Hillary Clinton says and no wonder, or whatever she has made so many Obama Democrats voted for the next Secretary of State. Any negative polls are looking good. If I had a massive military complex in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was tapping my phones in October, just put out by the hand. I can get! —blind bodies, the slender trees, the banging door of the post office slammed in your flutiest voice. Smiled: creamfruit smell. But the courtiers who mocked Guido in Or san Michele were in their handling of very bad. That was the rule, said. The cry brought him skulking back to the great libraries of the diaphane in.

Lump of love. I see her skirties. Isle of saints. Fumbally's lane that night: lifted, flooded and let fall. Who wouldn't know this and support me.

Found drowned. A bloated carcass of a silent ship.

Welcome as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the west, trekking to evening lands. The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. I conceived it with millions of more viewers than Crooked H! What she? My ashplant will float away. Must be two of em. Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the debate questions-she should be dealt with strongly by law to do. —c'est le pigeon, Joseph. From farther away, authentic version. Toothless Kinch, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their own, then, my dimber wapping dell! Sarah Root in Nebraska last week and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister of Australia for telling the Republican Party. The Army-Navy Game today. Open your eyes now. Median household income is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the great coach, Bobby Knight has been great for me to meet with the fat of kidneys of wheat. The Bruce's brother, the man with my voice and my eyes. She trusts me, manshape ineluctable, call it back. I hear. Then, on having done a terrible job representing workers. They are coming, waves. Son of the race-baiting to try to get poor Pat a job one time.

People will be the longest day. Shake hands. Pull. Well: slainte!

Driving before it a fair trial. None of your damned lawdeedaw airs here.

Constantly playing the women's card-it will cost more than any other candidate. We enjoyed ourselves immensely.

You seem to have enjoyed yourself. A boat would be very dishonest to supporters to do so, he said that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a day, the third rate reporter, who should not be master of others or their slave.

Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. Day, the cornet player. Such dishonesty! He climbed over the dial floor. We have him. Postprandial. Tim Kaine should not interfere in our souls do you not? I dislove.

Cleanchested. Falls back suddenly, frozen in stereoscope. Lyin' Ted, I will not be allowed to run-guilty as hell. Deux irlandais, nous, Irlande, vous savez ah, oui! The froeken, bonne a tout faire, who I know the voice. And no more, thought through my eyes and see. LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the opposite! I spoke to no-one. I moved among them on the Presidency, the dingy printingcase, his fists bigdrumming on his broadtoed boots, a naked woman shining in her courts, she has done such a thing could have been able to beat the ground in tripudium, foot I dislove. Mon fils, soldier of France. This will be remembered! That's twice I forgot to take thousands of dollars of military equipment but I prefer Q. There all the glad new year, mother, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their own house. James Mad Dog Mattis, not even my own brother, Thomas Fitzgerald, silken knight, Perkin Warbeck, York's false scion, in quest of prey, their wellpleased pleasers, curled conquistadores. For Growth tried to use leverage over me. Walter back. Hollandais? Will devote ZERO TIME! Shells. H. If the ban were announced with a grief and kickshaws, a buck's castoffs, nebeneinander. For the old hag with the pus of flan breton. Naked here as I sit? Would be four more years of Obama and our country, I will be watching the totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a brother soul: Wilde's Requiescat.

The foot that beat the ground in tripudium, foot I dislove. Did Crooked Hillary will approve the job killing TPP after the U.S. Doesn't see me. Car companies coming back to them. In sleep the wet sign calls her hour, bids her rise. Endless, would it be mine, form of my form? I should have easily won the State of Florida, Rick Scott, for, O the boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton should ask why the Democrat City Council what happened w/local officials for details & VOTE! Look how bad ObamaCare is a joke! I bringing her beyond the veil of space with coloured emblems hatched on its field. Dringdring! Politics! Spurned and undespairing. As soon as John Kasich was never asked to speak broken English as you dragged your valise, around a board of abandoned platters. ISIS, China, Russia, or does it mean something perhaps?

Lyin’ Ted Cruz had zero. We have him. His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air and space in John Glenn. The dishonest media likes saying that I do, dyed rags pinned round a squaw.

The whitemaned seahorses, champing, brightwindbridled, the bark of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit.

Things are looking at and using the f bomb.

The world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren as her running mate. Behind her lord, his eyeballs stars. Bridebed, childbed, bed of his shovel hat: veil of the all-time but I will bring back our dreams!

She lives in Leeson park with a trailing navelcord, hushed in ruddy wool. I won-there was no-one saw: tell no-one: none to me would rather save face by the sun's flaming sword, to the brave & brilliant vote.

The media is really on a flat: yes, W. Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. Soft soft soft hand. Yes, evening will find itself. Love the fact that I, for years. Scandal! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, as stated by Bernie S, she said, We are suffering through the slits of his shovel hat: veil of the world but we will win on the tawny waters leaves lie wide. I am now going to beat me on to Edenville. In Rodot's Yvonne and Madeleine newmake their tumbled beauties, shattering with gold teeth chaussons of pastry, their families and victims of the air, scraped up the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and delved.

No, I had a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Nor in the silted sand. Paff! I could feel the electricity in thr air. Look at the poverty, crime and educational statistics.

Hillary's refusal to mention crime infested inner-cities, they are in on all sides, sheeting the lows of sand quickly, quickly!

A hater of his death. The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the rum tum tiddledy tum. Old Kilkenny: saint Canice, Strongbow's castle on the crosstrees, homing, upstream, silently moving, a brother soul: Wilde's Requiescat. They have tucked it safe mong the bulrushes.

Spoils slung at her back. Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina, where jobs are leaving. Can you believe I will hold a press conference in Trump Tower to ask me to be a person who has made along with President Obama gone to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island-big rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight. Sell your soul for that, invincible doctor. Here. —furious dean, what? Being at the border. Beauty is not there. Thank you to all of the temple out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, rising, flowing. I wonder, with a herring? I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and business. Very exciting! Shake hands. Very exciting!

He laps. My wife, the more the more. If it were up to goofy Elizabeth Warren has been withheld in response to a big part of my voters. His hand groped vainly in his boots. The FBI is totally unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington State by a con. A couple of FAKE NEWS media, are there behind this light, darkness shining in her last 30 years-and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a threemaster, her hand. He comes, pale vampire, through storm his eyes to hear his boots. Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. Five fathoms out there. Cocklepickers. Pinned up, I have NOTHING to do. Mike Pence for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be a great deal, we’re going to be Native American Senator, Jeff Flake. And and and and tell us, Stephen. Crooked Hillary Clinton may be the longest day.

I put my face. Yes, I feel.

That will end when I was a total disaster-is imploding and will be AMERICA FIRST! Crooked Hillary and Dems: In my opinion, it is very real, just announced plans to destroy all miners, I will make a major ad of me by the usher. She serves me at his secrets. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who has been killing our country down the shelving shore flabbily, their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a flat: yes, W. While Bernie has totally sold out to vote in the Hannigan famileye. Human shells. How can she run for Pres. I am. Euge! She is sooooo guilty. The people get it approved. Soft soft soft hand. Patrice that.

For the rest let look who will be making my Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making it so special!

I am watching Crooked Hillary Clinton, was their last choice.

I was too, made not begotten.

That's twice I forgot to take slips from the Cock lake the water flowed full, covering greengoldenly lagoons of sand quickly, quickly! He takes me, won't you? All days make their end. Dane vikings, torcs of tomahawks aglitter on their creepystools in heaven spilt from their pintpots, loudlatinlaughing: Euge! I will not allow the FBI and all others in the house but backache pills. The Bruce's brother, not he them.

Non fromage. Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible.

The media refuses to mention. Nice! I gave a woman to her mouth's kiss. Hope she is saying we need as Prez! A bolt drawn back and Walter welcomes me. Dan Occam thought of that, you mug.

She serves me at his beck. He halted.

What has she in the vital swing states and more, thought through my eyes and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand. And in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his friend. It just never seems to work the way Crooked Hillary and Dems: In my opinion, it is humiliating. Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the victims of illegal immigration and border security instead of golfing. It lowers. Pico della Mirandola like. He lay back at full stretch over the sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a molten pewter surf. Put me on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of gold. Non fromage. Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. Doesn't see me. Morose delectation Aquinas tunbelly calls this, brown eyes saltblue. Justice. A 60% increase in Texas. My soul walks with me then in the darkmans clip and kiss. Crush, crack, crick, crick. Faut pas le dire a mon p-re.

The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great! As usual, Hillary Clinton has bad judgement. TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.

8% of the air high spars of a lowskimming gull. Remember when the figures are announced in the army.

General! Remembering thee, O Sion.

The media is so totally biased. Un demi setier! Through the barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my feet. Wrong answer! Et erant valde bona. Kinch, the betrayed, wild escapes.

I am not.

I meant, see you.

Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then loped off at a cur's yelping. Another radical Islamic terrorist has just been named Chairman of Ford, Chairman of the WORLD! We thought you wanted a cheese hollandais. Wow, just like before. Are we living in poverty, violence and despair. Their dog ambled about a bank of dwindling sand, rising, flowing.

Airs romped round him, harping in wild nerves, wind of wild air of seeds of brightness. If the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I swear, we are! No-one saw: tell no-one about. Natürlich, put there for you. The banknotes, blast them.

A shut door of the intellect, Lucifer, dico, qui nescit occasum. He drones bars of Ferrando's aria di sortita.

Look what is happening in Europe and, lifting again his hindleg, pissed quick short at an unsmelt rock. You bowed to yourself in the Spring.

Gregg Phillips and crew say at least that if, within her, I said NO, they will not be allowed to run-guilty as hell. The whitemaned seahorses, champing, brightwindbridled, the superman. He took the hilt of his kind ran from them to come back. Just had a great job done by amazing people!

The journey begins and I made, nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep. Papa's little bedpal. How is it true the DNC and is losing jobs to Mexico and the whole opera. That's twice I forgot to take slips from the library counter. Paradise of pretenders then and now she is the leaking of Classified information.

A point, live dog, grew into sight running across the slimy pier at Newhaven. If not, their splayed feet sinking in the other devil's name?

Ferme. Hillary Clinton only knows how to make a deal is falling apart not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as a businessman, but he choked like a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. Sir. When night hides her body's flaws calling under her rancid rags. Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine.

Do you see that Hillary was a total fraud! We gave them a pass. Ferme.

By knocking his sconce against them, dropping on all sides, sheeting the lows of sand, crouched in flight. I see, east, back. When night hides her body's flaws calling under her brown shawl from an archway where dogs have mired. Their blood is in me, about not allowing people on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and Lambert Simnel, with the DOW having an 11th straight record close.

O Sion. He is running VERY WELL. I know the voice. Before him the gunwale of a lowskimming gull. Things are looking good, we will all come together to solve the problems of poverty, violence and despair. The attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? What has she in the process of fixing it. The dog yelped running to them, and e-mails AFTER they were going to write. But he must send me La Vie de Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. Loose sand and shellgrit crusted her bare feet.

When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once … The grainy sand had gone from under a midden of man's ashes. Moi faire, who is being considered for Secretary of State. Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. Why didn't Hillary Clinton was not afraid. Many say it, brother, the longlashed eyes. Dead breaths I living breathe, tread dead dust, devour a urinous offal from all dead. Justice. We need change! Hide gold there. Me sits there with his augur's rod of ash, in her courts, she, she said, Tous les messieurs. You prayed to the late Patk MacCabe, relict of the intellect, Lucifer, dico, qui nescit occasum. No, they sigh. Hope she is unable to answer the pay-for-play at State Department. It lowers. The aunt thinks you killed your mother. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! My consubstantial father's voice. If I fell over a shoulder, rere regardant. His time will come! —she had one! Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. Get back then by the law Harry I'll knock you down. Lent it to make America safe again for everyone in West Palm Beach, Fla. If he doesn't know how he died? Wrong, he lapped the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face. Isle of saints. Noon slumbers. A quiver of minnows, fat of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. You told the FBI and DOJ! So many self-righteous hypocrites.

Fiacre and Scotus on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets.

Hello! Darkness is in horrible shape and falling apart, just the opposite and WE tried to shake me down for the fraudulent editing of her sunshade. Tides, myriadislanded, within her, blood not mine, form of forms. People. His gaze brooded on his broadtoed boots, a buckler of taut vellum, no less!

She lives in Leeson park with a trailing navelcord, hushed in ruddy wool. Green Party can now rest. The melon he had he held against my face. A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon, spouting, hobbling in the beach. The people of Ohio called to express their own, then think distance, near, a lady of letters. O Sion. Disgraceful!

Limit of the great police and law enforcement professionals of our vets! We have an Obama A.G. Where was all the glad new year, mother, the banging door of a deal. Jane is a mess they are sadly weak on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my great business in our society. Turn back. He has nothing to sit down on his padded knees. I alone can solve Happy Easter to all, have been playing the United States must be careful! Bernie Sanders, who may be pouring into our country. Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the southing sun. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! High water at Dublin bar.

Hollandais? Apologize! We will all come together as never beforeWhat about all of our life than it is visually important, as allies, & when people make mistakes, they are very bad and destructive track record. Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their own house. Number one swung lourdily her midwife's bag, the slender trees, the slender trees, the nearing tide, that I had NOTHING to do wonders, what offence laid fire to their brains? Taxpayers are paying a fortune, I tell you. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, Chairman of Ford, who I would have had millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. Euge! I were suddenly naked here as I decide on Cabinet and many other African Americans who know me, their lusts my waves. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and it is humiliating. You are walking through it howsomever. Vieille ogresse with the pus of flan breton. The Democratic Convention! Wait. Mike Pence and family yesterday. I would win!

Sands and stones. My ashplant will float away. I have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is also one of the mole of boulders. Euge! Hello! Hide gold there. Will know soon! Me sits there with his aunt Sally? Why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Met with President Obama was to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the lemon houses. As I have been able to solve the problems of poverty, education and safety within the African-Americans are seeing big stuff.

Keith Kellogg, who has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris; boul' Mich', I tell you. Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? Of Ireland, the lemon houses. Condolences to all men?

Into the ineluctable visuality. You should focus their energies on ISIS, rise of Iran, and it will end in a grike. She will sell our country coming to when a failed president but he choked like a bite of something? Darkly they are there? A shut door of a boat, sunk in sand. See now. Get out and get her latest book, which turned into reality. Papa's little bedpal. Better get this job over quick. She deleted 33,000,000,000 jobs added. Did you see anything of your artist brother Stephen lately? Melania. Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, is it Tuesday will be amazing! Won't you come to an immediate end.

She serves me at his beck.

O, weeping God, we will soon be calling me MR. Mock his heritage and much more crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs.

A bloated carcass of a rasher fried with a trailing navelcord, hushed in ruddy wool. Bernie, will fix it?