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[alessiathepirate]

Assassin's Creed: Mirage

THE ART OF PICKPOCKETING: Basim Ibn Ishaq x fem!reader

Summary: Basim Ibn Ishaq really liked to think of himself as someone, who's impossible to pickpocket -- and she finally found the opportunity to prove him wrong.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: none

•••

Basim Ibn Ishaq really liked to think of himself as someone, who's impossible to pickpocket.

And whenever he said that thought out loud, she wanted nothing more than to prove him wrong.

She sometimes liked to include the children too, who were free to do whatever they wanted after finishing the task Dervis had given them. They liked to be the distraction, while she did her best to sneak up on him and take the little blue charm from his scarf. When she failed Basim chuckled while the children laughed. Nehal just stood not far away, shaking her head as she tried to hide a smile.

All her attempts had failed. None of them worked.

Basim always seemed to expect all her ideas and tries, and he was holding a firm grip on her wrist the moment her fingertips were touching his clothes.

She almost gave up, accepting defeat. Almost.

Because soon the right moment presented itself.

She just came back from an errand Dervis had given her -- an easy task; just a go in - grab the small chest of dirhams - then get out without getting caught. She was on her way to give Dervis the chest when she ran into Basim - or rather: Basim jumped her in a tight alleyway.

She was startled and almost dropped the dirhams, what would've gotten her a long, endless, angry speech from Dervis himself. She playfully hit Basim on the shoulder as he laughed.

"You're such a child sometimes, I swear." she shook her head disapprovingly, hiding a smile.

"Oh, come on! You left me all alone today with nothing to do!"

"Wasn't Nehal around?" she asked with a raised eyebrow as she continued to walk toward Dervis' place.

Basim followed her closely.

"Nehal isn't you." he complained and she felt a blush threatening to appear on her cheeks. "Besides, she never wants to come with me to see what the Hidden Ones are up to!"

"Because you annoy her a bit too much with that." she chuckled as Basim pouted at her teasing tone. "And it's not a bad thing that at least one of us isn't suicidal."

"Do you have any other errands to do after this one?" Basim asked.

"No. Why? Is there something you'd like to do?"

"I was thinking, maybe we could go and practice."

"Practice what?" confusion was the only visible emotion on her face.

"Pickpocketing."

She stopped so suddenly that Basim almost bumped into her. It was Basim's turn to look confused and hers to pout.

She looked at him as if he just hurt her feelings. Her eyebrows were raised as if challenging him to continue. When he didn't, she decided to voice her anger.

"Pickpocketing? You think I need to practice pickpocketing?" her voice was higher than usual and Basim just scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

"Well, everyone needs to practice..."

"Basim!" she could imagine his heart jumping at her tone. "Do you think I need to practice?"

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and did his very best to look confident, but he couldn't really fool her. She knew him too well. And she knew he wasn't feeling overly confident at all.

"Well, I did follow you and you didn't even notice me until I jumped you. And you still can't pickpocket me."

If looks could kill...

"So you're telling me that no one could possibly surprise you? Not like you suprised me?"

A quiet understanding ran through Basim's eyes, as if he finally realized that he set up a trap for himself. Her eyes were shining with mischief as she was waiting for an answer, and his body became more rigid, feeling a storm coming.

"That's exactly what I'm saying..."

Always acting so confident, always hiding the side of him she loved the most - the side that loved poetry, and softness, and the thought of love itself...

"If that's what you think, Basim..."

She put the chest between her left arm and her side to keep her right hand free. Then, she took a step or two toward Dervis' place to let Basim feel safe and give him the false feeling of relief.

The moment she heard him take the first step, she turned around, grabbed his scarf and pulled him down into a kiss.

She closed her eyes, but she could imagine the surprised look on his face. She could imagine him blushing and she could imagine his eyes being wide open. And those thoughts made her grin.

She made sure to kiss him with passion. To show him the feelings she has been having for him since the beginning of time. She made sure to kiss him roughly, she made sure it made him lose all his senses. She made sure it was a great distraction.

By the time Basim collected himself and found the courage in himself to kiss back, she already let go of his scarf and pulled away.

His flushed face made her smile widely.

"So this wasn't surprising... At all..."

"No, I--"

She grinned.

"It's alright Basim. It happens to the best of us."

She started to walk again and after a few long seconds Basim began to follow her.

Some of the children noticed them and ran toward them to greet them. She just giggled and raised her left hand high, showing them the blue charm what she was holding in a tight grip.

"I finally did it!"

The cheering was almost comical. So was the laughter what came after Basim touched his scarf with a confused expression, not believing that the charm was gone.

"Oh, don't worry Basim, we all need our practice!" she teased and the children laughed harder.

"That's cheating!" Basim argued with a blush. "Give it back!"

"Get it back!" she shouted as she began to run, dropping the chest of dirhams not caring if Dervis gets his money or not; or if he gets angry or not.

Victory just felt too good. So did Basim's lips on hers.

Their game of cat and mouse didn't last long. After a few minutes Basim managed to tackle her on one of the rooftops - and she gladly let him turn her around and kiss her with so much passion, she had to whimper.

Yet the minute Basim's fingertips touched the charm, she grabbed his wrist, pulling him away from her prize.

"Don't you dare." she warned.

Basim grinned. She did too. Then his lips were on hers again as her free hand held onto his shoulder tight.

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[alessiathepirate]

Far Cry 5

NEVER TRY TO TAKE WHAT'S HIS: John Seed x fem!reader

Summary: After the Deputy attacks John's Ranch, John has to deal with the consequences...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

I'm back in my Far Cry 5 obsession era! Damn, I forgot how much I loved this game!

Warnings: mentioned and/or referenced torture and/or death, heavy religious references (come on, it's the Seed family), swearing, reader isn't the Deputy

•••

"John?" her voice was full of fear as she said his name out loud, as if she wasn't sure that he was the person who would step inside their shared bedroom.

The moment she saw his figure in the doorway, she put her revolver aside. The revolver he had given her. And he was thankful that he had done that.

The walk from his truck to the house was long - it felt too long. Seeing all those bodies, the dead bodies of his men, made his throat feel tight and the fear he thought he'd long forgotten ran down his spine. If his men, those soldiers are dead, then what happened to her?

Yet she was okay. Thank God she was okay, otherwise John would've punched a hole in the wall, then tear the skin off of anyone, who had failed to protect her. This way - this way only those will suffer who made the foolish decision to attack his home and his lover.

She was sitting on their shared bed with an injured leg. A leg she tried to take care of. She pulled the dark blue bedsheets aside and put a towel under her right thigh as she worked. She was seemingly already through the hard part - she already pulled the bullet out.

"John, I'm so sorry!" she continued, her voice full of worry. "I'm so sorry, they took the plane!"

John walked toward her slowly and for a moment she thought he was angry at her - angry because she let it happen. Yet when he was standing right in front of her he fell onto his knees and reached up to touch her cheeks.

"I don't care about the damn plane." he stated as his thumb brushed along a small cut under her right eye. "Are you okay?"

She smiled down at him as her hands wrapped around his wrists gently. She could feel the wrath he was really feeling in the way he touched her and in the way he reacted to her touch. She knew he was angry, but not at her. No, he could never hurt her. He was angry at the Resistance. He was angry that they hurt her.

"I am, now that you're here."

John leaned toward her, their lips meeting in a bruising kiss. She could feel it - she could feel how glad he was that she was okay and safe. John was a great kisser, he was the best she's ever had and he knew it. He knew how to kiss her to make her feel loved and wanted. Right then he made sure she felt his passion, his devotion what was dedicated to her. The kiss became rough and she whimpered when he gently bit her lower lip.

John pulled away, but he still kept her face between his hands. He stroked her cheeks, his blue eyes never leaving hers.

One of his hands left her face to gently touch the wound on her thigh. She hissed in pain and John's eyes darkened.

"Who did this, sweetheart?" his voice was borderline angry and frustrated, yet he kept his cool for her.

"The Deputy got me when I went out to see what was all that noise." she explained. "He got me from pretty far away. I didn't even realize he was there."

"Joseph wants me to baptise him. My brother wants me to make him confess, he said he has to reach atonement." John's hands were on her waist, holding onto her tightly. She was wearing his shirt. She loved him so much and they almost took her from him. "But after today? He'll never be clean. He's so full of sin, there isn't enough skin on his body to carve each and every one into him." his fingers then started to draw circles around her wound. "After today, my men will find him and I'll make sure he'll feel the suffering he caused here with his actions."

She touched his face, then started to stroke his hair. She continued until she felt him relax and the wrath disappear.

"I love you, John."

John smiled up at her and pressed a kiss to her wrist. "I love you too, sweetheart. But I have to take care of this for you now." he said, referring to the wound. "It's never my intention to hurt you, but this..."

"I know. I know it'll hurt." she smiled down at him sadly. "But it's not you fault."

Cleaning the wound and stitching her up was the worst kind of torture John had to suffer through.

He knew he was a torturer. He knew he hurt people in order to reach the greater good. But he never wanted to hurt her or mark her.

John loved her skin. He loved how flawless it was, how pure. He loved kissing it and occassionally leave a few love bites behind on her collarbone - but he never marked her. He never carved her sin into her skin, he never gave her tattoos. He kept her clean, so beautifully clean - both body and soul. And they ruined it for him. They hurt her, the Deputy left his mark on her body, what she'll have to carry with her for the rest of her life.

John was a torturer. He knew how to make him pay.

When he was done, John leaned down to press a kiss on her thigh and she giggled through the sweat and tears when his his stubble touched her skin.

"John?" she sounded tired. "Thank you."

"You have nothing to be thankful for, sweetheart. I'll always take care of you."

John tucked her into bed and pressed a kiss on her forehead. He put the revolver on the nightstand, in case she needs it to feel safe.

He had work to do, people to find. And after, he'll take his time hurting them.

"Can you please stay? We could cuddle."

It was impossible to say no to that. So John got rid of his shoes and climbed under the covers, then put his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

Let them run, he thought. Let him run and feel safe, proud and happy. Let him swim in the feeling of success and joy. And then when he least expects it he'll take everything. He'll take everything the Deputy loves.

John'll be damned if he lets anyone take her from him.

[alessiathepirate]

Resident Evil 4: Seperate Ways

THE FLIRTING GAMES: Luis Serra x fem!reader

Summary: It sounded like an easy job - get in, grab the Amber and get out... Yet it became pretty complicated the moment she met Luis Serra.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Guess who's back in her RE4 obsessed era!

Warnings: swearing, mentioned death, Ada is our bestie, Leon and Wesker cameo

•••

Meeting Don Quixote

The footsteps sounded awfully loud in the room as Luis Serra danced around to a beat only he knew and no one else.

She looked at him through the thin material of the white dress Ada had put on her, before sending her off to find this Luis Serra while she kept the castle halls clean from monsters.

Serra had a handsome face, nice legs and awesome dance moves with a hint of elegance.

Ada had said that Luis was a clever researcher, who had the Amber. Well, he was good looking too and he was a good dancer with great fashion sense. That part Ada had left out of her report on Luis.

She looked aside, smiling as she appreciated what she was seeing, and hit her two 'friends' on the head with the lantern she was holding. She then kicked their burning bodies aside as she took off the white dress to finally look at the man in front of her without any distraction.

Luis looked at her, his eyes moving up and down on her body, and suddenly she was very thankful that Ada had full control over her closet.

Luis had a beautiful smile. It seemed playful and charming - and the thought that he was most definitely a ladies' man slowly occured in her brain.

"Luis Serra?" she asked as she tilted her head, letting her gaze rest on his body. "Nice moves you got there."

Luis stepped toward her with the same amount of elegance he used for his dancing, his hands were almost touching her waist. Their faces were pretty close, their eyes met, both pair having the same amount of playfulness.

"Muchas gracias, señorita." the way his lips moved while speaking Spanish stirred something inside her - something warm.

"Perhaps you'll teach me some one day."

Luis' face turned a light shade of red and she felt pride appear in her chest. She managed to make him blush.

"It'd be my pleasure." he tilted his head. "Did you bring something for me?"

"Oh." she reached inside her pocket and showed him the pack of cigarettes she was carrying around. "Ada said I should give you these."

Her fingers moved quickly as she took a single cigarette from its box and put it between Luis' lips. Before his hands could move to get his lighter, she already reached into her pocket once again. This time she had a cheap, plastic lighter in her hand and she carefully lit Luis' cigarette.

She saw something change in his eyes and her stomach was stirred again.

"Just the kind I like." said Luis, after he was holding the cigarette between his fingers.

They kept their eyes on the other as the cigarette slowly burned away -- until a gunshot could be heard from upstairs. Her whole body went rigid as she remembered why she was in the cell and who was waiting for her.

She stepped away, breaking the trance Luis' presence had put her in.

"Where's the Amber? Ada said you'd have it."

"I had it." Luis confessed. "But I had to stash it right before I got caught. I can lead you to it though."

She smiled as his flirty act broke.

"Lead the way then."

Luis stepped out of the cell and threw the cigarette aside. Then he bowed as if he'd be the perfect gentleman waiting for his lady to make the first move.

"Ladies first."

She had to surpress a grin.

"And they say chivalry is dead."

•••

A gentleman in trouble

"Are you angry?" Luis asked as he walked around awkwardly, not really finding his place when he was talking to an upset Ada Wong. "You're angry... Listen, there's this one thing I have to do before I can recover the Amber."

She was watching him from her place against a table. She watched his movements, she listened to his voice - and she had to say, he was absolutely perfect.

They were great acquaintances by then.

Luis had contacted her more times then she could count on both of her hands, and she answered his calls each and every time. It didn't matter that she had to put Wesker or Ada on hold for it. Luis was more fun, more important. He was the playfulness she had always been missing from her life.

Ada's movements seemed dangerously slow.

"Before?" she asked.

Luis didn't answer and the room turned quiet. This time around even she could feel the upcoming storm and she was standing confidently on her feet by the time Ada pointed her gun at him.

Luis seemed shocked and scared - he raised his hands as if they could protect him from Ada's gun. She felt a sense of fear run through her veins too. She didn't like Luis' situation and she didn't want him to get shot because of the stupid Amber Wesker wanted so badly.

"This isn't a negotiation, Luis. So choose your next words wisely."

She stepped between Ada's gun and Luis quickly. She could clearly see the confusion in Ada's eyes as she realized she was no longer pointing the weapon at Luis, but at her own partner.

"Whoa, Ada! There's no need for this." she argued.

"We're wasting time here. You know he doesn't like it when we're wasting our time."

"Since when do we care about what he likes?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "The only way he's getting the Amber is through Luis. And threatening him or shooting him won't make our job easier."

Ada looked her in the eyes. Their gazes met without a single blink. Then, after a few seconds, something close to understanding ran though Ada's eyes and she lowered her handgun.

She tilted her head in a silent question only they could understand - and when she nodded Ada gave her a sad look full of pity.

They were in the same boat.

"What do you need to do?" Ada asked instead of threatening to shoot Luis again.

She could feel him relax behind her. And finally she could breathe again.

"Someone needs my help."

"Leon and Ashley?" she asked as she turned around to look at him.

Luis just nodded and she could feel rather than see Ada's body freeze. She tried to push back a sad smile - oh yes, they were in the exact same fucking boat.

"They are both infected." Luis explained and she felt a small amount of sadness run through her - she always liked Leon, and Ashley Graham seemed like a nice, young girl. "And you know me-- always the good Samaritan! They need this medicine and I can make it. I know it works, because... you see, I used it-- on myself."

Her lips curled upwards.

Luis was a nice guy. Someone who wants to help and make his past mistakes right. She could understand that; she could respect that. She liked him a lot more because of that.

"Why should I care?"

She almost rolled her eyes in annoyance. Denial didn't look good on Ada Wong at all.

She cares. She has always cared - especially about Leon Kennedy.

"Because you too are infected..."

Fear was a long forgotten feeling for her, yet in that moment is overcame her like a strong wave. She looked at Ada in shock, silently begging her to say something; to deny it.

Yet Ada stayed quiet. Which meant that Luis was right. Which meant that she was slowly loosing herself.

"It's what I researched for all these years, Ada. And I see the symptoms already showing in your eyes." fueled with anger from the fact that Ada didn't tell her about her being infected, she took a close look at her eyes and Luis was right - thin, tiny, black veins were running along in Ada's eyes, making them look sick and dark. "You must already feel the effects, ey?" Luis asked as he slowly began to walk around in the room, until he stopped above a trapdoor. "The medicine will stop them for a time. Just-- trust me. You have a lot to gain and nothing to lose."

She turned to look at Ada again, who seemed to accept her fate with a cold expression.

"Ok." she said. "We do this first and then the Amber."

While Luis let Leon know that he'll give them the medicine what'll help them with the infection, she kept on looking at Ada. She looked at her calm face and stern expression.

Ada was always confident with an added elegance what made her even more pretty and desirable. But despite her confidence, someone had to worry about her well-being too. And that role was hers.

Ada Wong won't be dying in Spain anytime soon - she told herself as Luis opened the trapdoor.

Ada was the first one who jumped down the hatch, and she was about to follow her, when Luis grabbed her wrist.

She looked up at him, feeling a strange sense of shyness as his hand touched hers.

"Thank you." he said with a small, honest smile - without his usual charming grin. "For helping me."

"You have nothing to say thank you for. Especially because you're the one who'll help us."

She was about to try and jump down again, but Luis' grip on her wrist tightened.

"Why?"

She raised her eyebrows in confusion. "'Why' what?"

"Why did you help me?"

She tilted her head slightly, not daring to look him in the eye.

Why? That's a good question, isn't it? A question only Ada knows the answer to.

"I like you, Luis." she confessed as she looked him in the eye, smiling when she found endearment in them. "I want to get you out of here." her lips curled upwards as she decided to make the moment 'them'-like. "Besides... You're too handsome to let a bullet wound destroy your pretty face."

She waited until he fully understood her words and the light shade of red took control over his face. She liked to see him blush. She liked to make him blush even more.

She jumped down the hatch before Luis could have a chance to say anything charming to her. She landed on her feet and when she stood up she could see Ada standing not so far away with a patient, knowing smile on her face.

Luis landed not so far away from her. Their bodies were almost touching the other's, and this time Luis seemed to collect himself and regain his usual charm.

His right hand touched her face gently as he put a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I can't wait for you to get me out of here, so we can have that dance, guapa."

Luis waited until the pink color appeared on her cheeks, then he let go of her hair and started to play with his lighter as he began to lead the way toward his laboratory.

Ada gave her a headtilt.

"Oh, shut up!" she said with a pout, even though her face was burning.

•••

La asistente

She looked at the blue butterfly she was holding, her thumb gently stroking its wings.

So pretty, yet so fragile... Just like humanity itself. It got harder and harder to keep it together and save it from harm. Save it from people like Wesker...

If Wesker wants something, it's because the thing is powerful. Powerful enough to destroy billions of people, if not humanity itself.

Wesker wanted to be a god, that's why she disliked him so much. She never liked a man whose ego was bigger than his bookshelf. Yet Wesker was a paying customer - and in today's economy money was everything.

Then why did she feel so guilty about helping him? About giving him power so he could give her money?

Maybe-- maybe if Luis is trying to do the right thing after all those years working for Umbrella, then she could try to follow his steps too.

A quiet noise got her back to reality, and she put the butterfly away - making sure it was safe in the small black bag attached to her left thigh -, so she could answer the call. It was from Luis; and the fact itself made her smile - or rather grin like a schoolgirl.

"You rang?" she asked sweetly, enjoying the smile she could see on Luis' face.

"Just wanted to make sure my favourite asistente is doing okay."

His favourite asistente. How sweet. Perhaps taking the job offer was a good thing - thanks to that, she met Luis Serra. She'd miss him from her life if she didn't know him.

"Your asistente has just finished her task, doc." she said. "How's Ada doing?"

"She already has the red ink." answered Luis.

"One more to go then." she sighed, but moments later her wide smile was back on her face. "Do you think she can handle the last ingredient by herself? We could share a break together perhaps..."

She could see Luis smirk through the bad quality of the transmitter.

"Or perhaps we could make dinner plans, ey?" Luis stopped talking for a while, he seemed to be deep in thought. "Tell me, señorita, have you ever tried salmorejo?"

"I can't say I have."

Luis chuckled.

"Well, then you will, after we get out of here." he explained, not taking 'no' for an answer. "And then I'll take you dancing."

She felt the need to twirl her hair around her fingers like a girl - and she almost did. Almost.

But then she decided to just widen her smile instead.

"It's a plan." she agreed and she could see the happiness in Luis' eyes. "So, where should we meet up?"

After, as she put her transmitter away, she decided that she'd try. She'd try to do better. For Luis.

•••

Becoming the blue butterfly

She finished painting the red 'This way!' sign on the floor, just in time, because Luis finished scribbling his letter down to Ada as well. The man let the letter rest on the desk, hoping that Ada'll be the one who'll find it.

She put the red spray paint in her bag, then she sighed loudly.

Ada was in the trouble the last time they've seen her. The medicine Luis had given her was working slowly, therefore she seemed weak, barely standing on her two feet. Still, Ada wanted her to go with Luis - so she did.

She just hoped that her gut was right about Ada Wong and Spain won't become her grave.

"Ready?" Luis asked and she nodded. "Well then, let's go and find Sancho, ey?"

She appreciated his attempt at humor, she really did. But in that moment Ada and her well-being was all she could think about. The worst thought was that she was in serious danger, a danger Wesker could overcome in seconds - he just chose not to. Ada wasn't worth it for him - heck, she wasn't worth it for him.

"Princesa..." Luis began again as he stepped toward her, his fingers touching her hair. "Ada will be okay. Deep down you know that."

He tried to be comforting, even if he himself had his doubts. She could see it in his eyes; the small amount of fear, the 'what if...' questions... Still, she was thankful that he tried.

"I know." she chuckled sadly. "Hell, I'm pretty sure the only person who can kill Ada is Ada." Luis gave her a weak smile. "It's not just the infection, or Ada, or Leon... it's just-- everything. This damn mission, I can't fucking do it, Luis. I can't take the Amber. If I do, people will die. Lots of people. I feel like all my life I've been doing bad things, and only bad things. And I wanna make them right, I do, I just don't know where to start..."

Luis gently held onto her shoulders, his thumbs touchings her neck slightly. He had the most understanding look on his face she has ever seen. He seemed calm and collected - and so, so beautiful.

"I know the feeling, guapa. Believe me, I really do. I've done things, many things, I'm not proud of and I, too, want to make them right."

"Well, where do we start?" she asked, her lips trembling.

"We have to start small, don't we?" Luis asked and she nodded. "Well then we go and find Leon. We give him the medicine so him and Ashley will feel better. After, we'll lead them to my laboratory and you'll help me remove the plaga from them. How does that sound?"

"Good." she smiled. "Like the best job I've ever had."

Luis let go of her shoulders and she already missed his touch.

"It's a good thing you're my best asistente."

She chuckled at his words, then licked her lips so they wouldn't stay dry. She could feel the small cut on her lower lip with her tounge.

"Luis?"

"What is it, princesa?"

"Just so you know..." she began as she took an unsure, careful step toward Luis, and put her hand on his chest, her fingers playing with his jacket's zipper. "You are the best part of this damn job."

She leaned in to close the gap between them, but Luis was quicker.

His hands landed on both sides of her face, his thumbs drawing gentle circles into her skin - then he pulled her close and suddenly his lips were touching hers.

She sighed as he began kissing her, his mouth swallowing her every noise. The kiss wasn't at all fast or rough; no, it was slow, sweet, yet so full of passion she had to dig her fingers into his leather jacket, so her knees wouldn't buckle.

Damn, Luis Serra was perfect.

He was charming, smart, sweet, funny and he could kiss her to death in a heartbeat.

In those moments, as their tounges were dancing together, not at all fighting for dominance, she swore she'd do anything to start over with him.

She pulled away to breathe, her chest raising and falling quickly.

"Well princesa," Luis began with a grin. "I'm glad the feeling is mutual."

•••

Cheating fate

She was holding onto Luis tight as they both landed on the ground. She could hear her bones crack as she landed on the hard floor, and soon her muscles began to burn from the pain.

She looked at Luis' face, what was so close to hers she could feel his weak, shallow beaths on her skin. His face was pale as small droplets of blood ran down his lips.

In her eyes Luis was beatiful - he had all those emotions he wasn't afraid to show; happiness, joy, calmness, sadness... Still, her favourite was when his lips curled upwards, forming a charming grin as he said something flirty.

In that moment the only feeling she could see on Luis' face was pain. And she absolutely hated that.

A quiet squelching sound could be heard, and Luis' eyes widened. Krauser pulled his knife out. He pulled the damn knife out! She felt panic take over as she tried to climb out from under Luis' arm. God damn it, he's going to bleed out!

"Major Krauser! What-- why?" she could barely hear Leon's words as her panic took over.

"Recovering stolen goods." Krauser took the Amber from Luis' jacket, and stepped onto her hand when she tried to push herself up to see how bad Luis' injury was. "And killing a few rats along the way."

She groaned in pain. In reality she wanted to scream. She wanted to kick and claw; she wanted to shoot Krauser to death or stab him until he was a bloody mess.

"Easy work." Krauser stood up and walked toward Leon, finally leaving her alone.

"Ashley... it was you."

"You catch on quick."

Her hands were shaking as she tried to take a good look at the wound on Luis' back.

Thankfully she noticed the suspicious shadow behind Luis right before the knife hit him - she had to thank Ada for her great reflexes. The knife still got him deep and bad, but it luckily avoided his spinal chord.

The wound was under his right shoulder, next to his arm. She hissed as she looked at it and quickly tore her dress, then took off Luis' jacket so she could put pressure on the wound.

She dumbly noted that Leon was having a one on one fight with Krauser.

"Princesa..." Luis mumbled as she sat him up.

"Sh, don't talk." she managed to say as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. "Don't-- you need your strength."

"I-- we need to help Leon."

She turned to look at Kennedy who successfully avoided Krauser's attack, and pushed the larger male on the ground. He was handling it just fine.

"No. No, he's fine. Leon's fine." she argued as she tied pieces of her torn dress together, so she'd be able to tie the thing around Luis' body, hoping it'd keep enough pressure on his wound while she took him off the damn island. "And you'll be fine too. You have to be. This will keep pressure on the wound until we get out of here and--"

"Princesa." Luis said again, looking up at her weakly through hooded eyes. "I think we have to change our plans."

She shook her head; no. A thick, heavy tear fell from her eye and many more were following it.

"No!" she finished her makeshift dressing as the word broke out of her - the dressing seemed fine, blood wasn't pouring out of his wound anymore, and it seemed strong enough to hold out until she found some thread and a needle to stitch him up. "Don't you say that, you hear me? You promised me a dance after we get out of here. You promised we'd have salmorejo for dinner, because I've never tasted that before... So don't you change our damn plans! You promised, Luis Serra, and a gentleman always keeps his promises..."

Luis smiled at her weakly.

"Just so you know, guapa... You're the best thing that happened to me."

She pushed her lips together, forming a thin, angry line.

"Don't you say goodbye! Don't you fucking--"

Quiet footsteps could be heard from behind and she grabbed her gun before turning around, thinking it'd be Krauser she'd see. To her surprise Ada was the one standing in front of her with an emotion she couldn't read.

Ada looked at the wounded Luis, who was smiling up at her through the blood in his mouth; then she looked at her and her teary eyes.

"Did you stop the bleeding?" Ada asked and she nodded. "Good, then give him this." Ada gave her a strange, green and yellow colored mixture. "It takes a few moments to kick in, but it'll help with the pain."

Ada waited patiently until she forced the mixture down Luis' throat, who started coughing, but slowly turned less and less pale.

"Ada--"

"Now listen to me-- I'll help Leon and after the fight's over, you'll get out of here with Luis. There's a boat on the western coast. Use it and get out."

She blinked her tears away.

Get out. She knew what Ada meant. She was giving her an out - a way out of this life, a chance to live a happy, long life with Luis, far away from people like Albert Wesker.

"But..."

"Get out of here, Y/N. And safely. I'll handle Wesker."

Ada leaned down and kissed her forehead, showing her a sign of love she never knew she had.

Soon, Ada shot Krauser's knife out of his hands - just in time, since Leon's luck slowly began to run out.

While Ada talked to Krauser, she leaned down and gave her lover a kiss on the lips. It was barely a peck, yet Luis seemed to appreciate the gesture.

"See, Luis?" she asked with a smile. "We'll have that dance one way or another."

•••

Defying a god

Ada watched as her ex-partner in crime helped Luis into an elevator, while Leon went on his seperate way to find Ashley Graham and get the parasite out of her by using Luis' laboratory.

She smiled when Luis leaned against the elvator's wall and held onto his girlfriend's hand, kissing her knuckles.

Just because she and Leon have to go their seperate ways, they don't.

She called Wesker right after all three of them were out of sight.

"I really hope you have good news."

"Y/L/N is dead." Ada said without a single emotion, knowing fully well how good Wesker is at reading people. "She died trying to protect Serra, who was attacked by Krauser. They are both dead. Krauser has the Amber now."

"Good. She has always been a dead weight anyway. An extra problem, too weak to act like she should've... She was always too emotional. And you-- I suggest you hurry. You know that I don't like to wait around. Get me the Amber!"

Ada ended the call and put the transmitter away.

She never thought of her as dead weight. She liked her. She was humane even with a job like theirs. She was way better than Wesker in her book.

Ada really hoped she'll have a great life - a life she herself envied, yet knew she'd never have.

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Far Cry 5

SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL: John Seed x fem!reader

Summary: She wasn't blind. She really wasn't. She just chose to love all of him.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: mentioned and/or referenced torture and/or abuse, religious references (come on, it's the Seed family), swearing, reader isn't the Deputy

•••

"Fucking Hell!" Mary May looked at her in surprise, both shock and betrayal clearly seen on her face. "You love him..."

After her words, the whole Spread Eagel turned quiet. Pastor Jerome looked away and Nick seemed more than upset.

She felt her cheeks burn red, but not from shame - never from shame. It burned, because it was true.

"Holy shit..." Mary May cursed again, still in disbelief. "No shit you can't see how crazy that whole family is! You don't want to see it!"

"I--" she began, but shut her mouth instead when she realized she has no idea what she should say.

"John Seed is fucking hurting people!" Mary May continued. "And you decided to just- I don't know-- love him?"

"Please, he's not that--"

"Not that bad? That's what you wanted to say?" Mary May pulled her shirt down to show her the scars what stayed behind after that quick tattoo removal. "Does this seem not that bad to you?"

She looked at the scars, then back at Mary May. She let go of her shirt, then pointed toward the door.

"You should leave..."

"Mary M--"

"Get out!"

So she left.

She left so she could continue to love John with all his flaws.

•••

As John wrapped a fluffy blue towel around her body after they finished their shared bath, she wondered how people could think of him as evil.

Sure, she knew John wasn't purely good - she could see the flaws, but then again is anyone out there perfect? She herself wasn't perfection, yet John chose to love her anyway.

She wasn't blind, she saw the issues he had - but she could also see the things others couldn't. Because John didn't want them to see those. But he allowed her to see all of him.

How could he be pure evil, when he was capable of loving her so gently, so honestly? When he was capable of touching her so softly as if she was made from the thinnest glass? When he liked to hum those old songs, when deep down he was so full of joy and love to give?

"You're being quiet." John suddenly stated as he stroked her wet hair. "What's going on in your head, sweetheart?"

A lot. A whole lot.

"Mary May..." she confessed with a shy, sad smile. "I know it shouldn't upset me, but she was my friend and I--"

John shut her up with a kiss so soft, she felt dizzy.

"She and all the others in Fall's End are blind. They know nothing, they see nothing. You can't do anything about it, so don't let it bother you; alright?"

She just nodded and pressed a kiss to his chest, right above his 'sloth' tattoo. By then she knew all of tattoos by heart. She'd trace them and kiss each of them - yet her favourite was the one that said 'yes'. It sat right above his stomach and each night when she rested her head on his chest, she'd follow the dark lines with her fingertips.

"I love you, John."

He liked to hear it a lot. He had to hear it a lot so he would believe that someone was capable of loving him. And she loved saying it, no matter the time or place.

"I love you too, sweetheart. More than anything." he kissed her forehead, a sign of affection he picked up from his brother, and gently stroked her cheek. "Now let's get you into some comfortable clothes, okay?"

She smiled up at him. "Can I wear your shirt?"

"Of course you can."

She knew John loved to see her in them - in his shirts, in his coat. It gave him a sense of belonging. That act alone made everyone know that he was hers and she was his.

John turned to grab a clean shirt and she followed his movements. Then her gaze was on his back, and her smile turned into a frown.

The scars were there, proving that the wounds he had recieved when he was young, once existed. She hated them - not because they were ugly, but because ugly and deformed people gave him those.

Fall's End wanted to talk about bad people? They should've started with the monsters who gave John those scars.

She stepped toward him, hugging him from behind and pressed a kiss to his spine. She felt him freeze from both shock and surprise. To John her touching those scars, that ugliness, was more intimate then anything they did - more intimate than confessing their love, than kissing, than making love... It meant she truly accepted all of him and loved him anyway.

"I never want to leave you, John."

His answer was a kiss so full of adoration and passion, she forgot how to breath. Her legs felt weak, while the butterflies in her stomach went insane. John wanted to hold every single part of her, and she didn't mind at all - because it just proved he'd never want to leave her either.

And later, when they were in bed, curled into one another, she knew that no matter what others said, how they tried to point out John's or her imperfections - to each other they were perfect.

[alessiathepirate]

Far Cry: New Dawn

WE'LL MEET AGAIN: Joseph Seed x fem!reader

Summary: They were seperated for years and now-- now it's time for that long awaited reunion.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: heavy religious themes (come on, it's the Seed family), mentioned death and slightly referenced suicidal thoughts, swearing, reader isn't the Deputy/Judge, a seperate warning for mentioned and referenced cute Seed family moments

•••

"What did you just say?" her voice suddenly turned serious, more serious than ever.

Nick looked at her uncertainly, not being so sure if what he just said should've been said in the first place. Not like it mattered anymore. What happened couldn't be undone - so he repeated himself.

"I said the damn Peggies followed Joseph up north. They began to settle down there, creating this 'New Eden'."

She put the flower crown she was making for Carmina aside, not caring if it falls apart or not. She then looked at the girl who was barely seven - who was examining her and the process of flower crown-making with childish excitement. Carmina seemed quite offended that she didn't want to finish it anymore.

"Why don't you go and see what your mom's up to?" she asked, trying to get the kid to leave. "I'll finish your crown later, 'kay?"

Carmina stood up and left, running off to see how Kim was doing. At least she could still be a kid after all that have happened.

"He's alive?" she asked as soon as Carmina was out of earshot - she didn't want her to hear the upcoming conversation she was about to have with her dad. "And you knew? You knew all along, and you didn't tell me?"

"How could I have told you?" Nick wasn't angry. They were way past getting mad at each other after all those years. He was simply stating facts. "You would've just left."

"And you think I won't do that now?" she shook her head in disbelief - her hands were shaking and her heartbeat became uneven. He was alive. "Where?"

"Please..."

"Where, Nick?"

Nick just sighed, knowing that it was a losing battle. "I don't know. They're up north, but I don't know where."

She wanted to get going. She wanted to stand up, pack a bag and leave immediatelly.

Seven years. It's been seven years since she's seen him, heard him or touched him. Yet she could still hear Joseph's voice in her head if she concentrated enough.

She loved him so much. And she loved his family so much. She loved all four of them, even if her heart fully belong to Joseph, to him alone.

She loved him, yet the moment Hope County went to shit, she wasn't there. She hid in the small bunker under Rae Rae's pumpkin farm and spent those years all alone, while going half crazy from grief, loneliness and the thought that Joseph might be dead.

After she climbed back up to the surface, she met up with Nick and his family - and although she wanted to spend the rest of her days alone, crawling through life until Death decided it was time to go; they didn't take no for an answer.

The kid kept her sane. Caring for Carmina kept her sane, she kept her away from grief.

The moment Nick mentioned him though, it was all over. The facade fell. Ever since forever, the only person she wanted to please was herself. And she wanted to see Joseph more than anything.

She looked at the flower crown, then picked it up with a small smile to finally finish it. God, Faith would've loved those flowers. She would've loved all those dark pink and purple colors. They'd spend all their shared time making flower crowns.

She felt her heart shatter again.

She gave the finished crown to Nick, who took it without saying another word.

"I gotta go." she said and her voice was shaking. "I have to."

"I know." Nick nodded.

After she got up from the ground, he continued: "I don't blame you for it, you know... Nor does Kim. For what you chose to do. God knows you somehow kept those crazy motherfuckers in line."

She smiled at him sadly.

"I still don't get it. How you can love that crazy family."

"Someone has to." she said. "Say goodbye to Carmina for me, will you?"

"You got it... partner."

She smiled at the nickname before giving Nick a warm hug. Then she packed a bag and finally began her journey to get back home.

•••

It took her days to find 'New Eden'.

During her journey she had to stop multiple times to rest, and she was damn thankful Jacob had taught her the basics of camping, survival and tracking. John's charisma was handy when she met other people and wanted to ask for directions.

She missed them. Seven years ago it felt like losing her own family and siblings. She especially missed Faith, who other than her was the only woman to talk to during dinners.

And then, when she found herself in the bunker, she thought she lost Joseph too. She hated her own life then. She hated everything. She screamed and was sure she'd go to Hell after all that blasphemy.

She didn't even know what'll be the first thing thing she'd say to him. She didn't know how their meeting would happen. She just craved him. More than anything. She craved his touch, his voice, the feelings his closeness awoke inside her - she craved the familiarity.

She'll march north and destroy any obstacles others may put in her way.

•••

The moment she reached the tall wooden gates, she knew she was finally home.

She could feel it.

She could tear her own skin off from excitement. Everything felt too much, every feeling was too strong.

She knocked on the door and the small hatch on it opened. She was met with a white mask, and it took her a few moments to realize that someone was looking at her through it. The man was waiting - for something. She didn't know what.

"I'm looking for the Father." she said, her voice sounding rough.

The man didn't move. She guessed her best shot was showing proof that she was one of them.

She pulled her shirt down, showing the stranger the small symbol of Eden's Gate, what was tattood right above her heart. She felt the stranger looking at it, then their eyes met again.

"Is Joseph here?" she was half begging and she wasn't at all ashamed to fall onto her knees if necessary.

The door opened. And she had to stop herself from running to the other side and scream for the man she loved.

But she didn't. She stayed calm and waited until the stranger with the white mask pointed at a big, half built wooden hut.

"Thank you." she said and then hurried toward the place.

Her feet barely touched the ground and her gear felt too heavy and she felt too slow.

She reached the entrance of the hut. It was barely finished, the wood they had used for the building process still seemed rough. But it didn't matter. In that moment it felt like home.

When she finally saw him she felt dizzy. Her legs were barely holding her up. Joseph didn't notice her at first, since he wasn't looking at the entrance. Yet when some members of 'New Eden' gasped after they recognized her through all the mud and sweat, he turned around to look what was the hold up.

Their eyes met.

He still looked the same, felt the same - yet she knew neither of them were the same.

"Joseph?" her voice was weak, unsure...

...but the moment Joseph opened his arms through teary eyes; and she ran toward him to hug him tightly-- when she felt his fingers run through her hair; she knew that everything was alright.

She was sobbing as she hid her face in the crook of his neck. Her fingers were grabbing onto him, most definitely leaving some marks behind. Joseph kisses her forehead once, twice, three times-- and her heart felt so, so full she thought it would explode.

"I thought I'd never see you again." she mumbled.

Joseph pushed her back a bit, so he'd be able to hold her face between his hands. His thumbs wiped the tears away, while comforting her in ways only Joseph knew how to do.

He was crying too. He missed her too.

That's all they had from their family - eachother.

Joseph kissed her on the lips. The kiss was so gentle, so loving; yet the desperation was hiding right under the surface. It was so much, one simple kiss; yet it was too much. She was crying once again, her lips were trembling as they were meeting his.

After, Joseph put his forehead against hers. The act was his love language, and his alone.

"God brought you back to me." he whispered, and anyone who had been previously standing around them left, giving them the privacy they needed. "You. My love. Not a day went by when I didn't think about you. I prayed that through some miracle you survived. That He didn't take you from me too. You're my family. You're all I have now."

"I'm sorry." she sobbed. "That I wasn't there. That I didn't come here sooner, but I didn't--"

Joseph shushed her and pulled her into a hug again. His arms were holding her firmly, scared that she'd disappear.

"We were tested, tested by Him, but we pulled through. We're together again. And that's all that matters."

She just nodded, understanding.

She could never fully understand his faith, or his family's faith. But she loved him. And loving him meant accepting all of him; flaws, faith and everything.

"I love you, Joseph. So much, I--" she had to swallow before she could continue: "I never want to leave you again."

"I love you too, angel. I promise that I'll never be taken from you again."

And for the first time in seven years she believed again.

•••

Later that day she was sitting on the porch of the hut, as Joseph pulled her close. She was resting her head on his chest, as her fingertips ran along his tattoos. She felt at peace. A peace she couldn't find anywhere else.

They were watching the sunset together. Something they used to do before the Collapse. It was always a quiet, shared experience. Her favourite.

"They would have loved it." she said after she felt the sadness in Joseph's gaze and touch.

"I know."

"Faith would've loved the flowers. Every single one of them. Jacob would've really enjoyed exploring this new Hope County. And John." she laughed sadly. "It would've been hard for him, but he would've managed."

Joseph smiled. Thinking about his siblings still hurt, yet imagining them happy was oddly comforting.

"I miss them." she confessed. "I miss them a lot."

Joseph kissed her forehead to provide her comfort.

"They were taken from us. They were taken by a man who believed what he did was right. He didn't understand that it was only his pride speaking. And his wrath. His greed to take everything. It won't happen again. Nothing else will be taken." he was holding her tighter. "You won't be taken from me ever again."

She knew he meant it. Joseph always meant what he said.

It was comforting - the promise, the love.

She missed their old home. She missed Silver Lake, John's Ranch and the mountains. She missed all of it, but having Joseph beside her was more than enough.

Even if she herself didn't feel enough.

"I won't let you be taken." he repeated and gave her another gentle kiss.

That night as they slept, Joseph kept her close. He hugged her close to his chest, his arms were wrapped around her waist. She knew that deep down they were both afraid that in the morning the other might disappear.

As she burried her face into the pillow and held onto Joseph's hand tightly, she could've sworn she heard the quiet tune of Amazing Grace.

And the tune made her feel at home.

[alessiathepirate]

Far Cry 6

EL CAZADOR Y LA PRESA: Vaas Montenegro x fem!reader

Summary: La Raja Bar - the place where two old acquaintances finally meet again...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

My Spanish isn't the best so if you find a word / phrase used in the wrong context or anything please let me know so I can improve :)

I can't believe I finally finished this piece, I've been working on it for such a long time. I think the Michael Mando brainrot helped a lot.

I hope you'll enjoy this <3

Warnings: swearing, my Spanish, referenced and mentioned violence, heavily suggestive themes, also mentioned and referenced plot of Far Cry 3 and 5

•••

Juan knew many people and he for sure knew his way around them.

He knew when and how to strike a great business deal, and how to get out on top with more intel and money than the other had initially offered.

But more often than not, when he got tired in the workshop, he just went out to have a drink or two - or more, it was almost always more - with an old friend. And he had many old friends. Some even more dangerous than the potentional business partners; many were ex-guerrillas, ex-CIA, ex-KGB, ex-terrorists... The list was endless.

She liked to join him sometimes; sitting down to try and make the stupid businessman talk or sitting down with a beer to listen to Juan and his old pal fool around.

That's what she planned on doing once again, after finishing a run for the man to steal some uranium from the last few remaining anti-aircraft sites. After taking the iron chest back to Zamok Archipiélago, she went straight up north, to La Raja Bar - where she knew she'll find the one and only Juan Cortez.

Arriving there though... a surprise was waiting for her there. A big fucking surprise. Juan wasn't the one sitting at the bar, waiting for her, already drunk. In fact, Juan wasn't anywhere in sight. Instead, she found an old friend there, hunched over with his elbows on the table.

She could still recognize him even after all those fucking years, even if the time had taken its toll on both of them.

And just by knowing who he was, she was sure he was the one Juan had met up with before leaving without telling her not to come.

And thank God he didn't tell her that.

"Holy shit!" she cursed as her lips turned upwards into a smile. "What's the fucking chance?"

The man turned around slowly - much slower than he did in the past -, but the very dangerous kind of calmness was still seen in the way his muscles moved. The look on his face upon realizing who was speaking to him, wasn't really surprised - she had never seen him being surprised at anything -, although it was close to it. She was pretty sure he had been going on with life like she had done, thinking they'd never see each other again. To be completely honest, for a time she believed he died - until she realized nothing could kill him, only himself.

"Long time no see, Jefe."

Vaas grinned and she took a seat right next to him, asking the bartender for two more beers. The old lady just cursed under her breath, but in the end, gave her what she asked for.

She gave one beer to Vaas and then took a sip from the other one.

"Fucking Hell, chica!" he took the bottle from her and gave her one of his signature little chuckles. "I thought the jungle ate you up alive."

"The jungle?" she questioned. "Like it had a fucking chance."

"It had one in the beginning."

They smiled at the other in a very twisted and scary way. The bartender chose to stay far away from them, and decided to mess with the old radio in the corner.

She liked knowing that nothing changed.

It all felt the same; the drinking, the talking, even the fucking looks... Although they had more scars - more than the ones they had given each other back then -, more grey hairs and a more serious drinking problem, it was as if they were back in some part of the Rook Islands, in a shitty bar.

She leand in more, her lips turning into an even wider smile, until it was a grin, and said: "It doesn't have one anymore, Jefe."

She carefully watched as his expression went through different phases. She could see the almost-smile as his lips twitched when she said that last word.

Jefe.

It was easy for her to tame him just by saying that. For some reason he liked to hear that word from her. Only her. She remembered all the times she had been tackled to the ground, rough fingers digging into her skin. It has always been easy to get what she wanted.

"I can fucking see that, chica."

His gaze was upon her knuckles, which were bruised. Small cuts littered her hands.

"Good for you." she said as she took another sip. "Nowadays not many people get to keep their eyes to look at me with."

Vaas chuckled.

"You still got your claws, tigre." his smile turned into a smirk. "No one broke them before, huh?"

"No one other than you." she teased. "Believe me, no one could do it better than you."

"Careful now, chica." his voice was just like hers, it had something to it - some teasing and some danger, just the things she liked. "You still think you can just run that mouth of yours without any consequences, ey?"

"I know I can't." her tone became low. "That's why it's fun."

Silence followed. The unsettling kind.

And then after a smirk, Vaas laughed.

And she felt as if she was on the Rook Islands again, being intentionally teased and angered, Vaas just chuckling at her reactions. But he had loved it more when she escaped. He loved her fight, he loved her nails more - enjoying when they broke his skin, leaving red lines behind. And in return, she got some thin cuts as well, mostly around her collarbone, making it impossible to hide them.

As they sat there, drinking and laughing, she wanted nothing more than to jump on him and leave marks behind again. And she was sure he wanted to do the same.

"So, what are you up to in Yara, chica?" he asked, his voice turning serious as much as it could. "Causing trouble again?"

"Sí, Jefe. Juan seemed to enjoy it so I decided to join in on the fun. Besides," she pulled down the neckline of her shirt so he could see the scar on her chest. "I got tired of Montana pretty quickly."

"Nice tattoo. You got more?"

"Only this one." she let go of her shirt. "You gave me better ones anyway."

"That I did chica."

She felt a chill run through her as he looked at her.

The want, or rather need was undeniable. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He needed her as much as she needed him.

They've been far away from sanity for a long time, and their shared insanity met them each and every time they chased the other again and again and again... She was never really sane, especially with Vaas around. He made her the person she has become. He made her want him more than she wanted anyone else.

She still remembered the time Vaas gave her the tattoo she knew he was referring too. They went out to hunt - in reality he just wanted to see her face when she hit a living, moving animal; he wanted her to know she was the one who killed it. And she shot - perfectly. She only had to give the doe one more bullet to put it down and as soon as the animal was dead, her chest started to raise and fall quickly. Yet she didn't have time to think, because one of his arms was around her waist, pulling her close. His face was burried in the crook of her neck as he laughed.

"Ahora ya no eres presa, chica." he had said. "Eres la cazadora." and his teeth broke the skin on her neck.

She had asked what it meant, not quite understanding Spanish back then.

Vaas chuckled, but translated it.

"You just became the hunter, chica. You are not prey anymore." his nose touched her ear and her breathing hitched. "Mi pequeña cazadora."

Mi. She knew that meant 'my'. And from the way he acted she knew he liked that idea. He liked it a lot.

And then his fingers grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulled it up and his knife cut into her skin. Droplets of blood ran down her hip, making her jeans red. She whimpered and grabbed onto his arm, trying to get it away, but he wouldn't move.

The letter V he had carved into her that day could still be seen just above her hip. She thought about touching it - like she always did when she was thinking about him -, but held herself back.

He didn't need to know how much she enjoyed the thought of that scar.

She finished her beer. He did too. She thought about asking for another, but since the bartender wasn't anywhere in sight, she decided against it.

She didn't know what to say.

She wanted him and she was sure he felt the same, but after all those years they both became tame. It was actually surprising to not hear him shout orders.

In the end she reached into her pocket to pay for the drinks, but just as she was about to throw the money on the counter, Vaas grabbed her wrist. Out of reflex her other hand was immediatelly on the knife which was attached to the back of her belt. Vaas just grinned.

'Good reflexes, chica.' she could hear his voice in her head.

She raised one of her eyebrows.

"No need for that, cazadora." uncomfortable tingles ran through her at the nickname and at the touch. "The puta won't ask for money. I made sure of that."

She looked at him with excitement.

Her hand let go of her knife and she concentrated on the feeling of him holding onto her wrist, almost crushing the bones.

Cazadora. He remembered, didn't he? Of course he did. He remembers fucking everything. Especially the things he had done in the past.

She knew he made her. In the jungle, in the heat. Every single time she fought him and he cut her, he made sure she'll become something else. Something... loco.

And every time she let him tackle her, cut her, kiss her and bite her, she let him form her into the insane bitch she has become.

Mi pequeña cazadora. She remembered that day in the jungle when they were hunting the doe. She remembered the dull pain when he drew the V into her skin. She remembered his breath on her skin and his grin when she leaned into him, accepting her own insanity next to his.

She felt the need grow in the pit of her stomach as Vaas held onto her.

Perhaps they weren't too old to hunt again.

"You make me fucking crazy Jefe." she said as she dropped the money, letting it fall, the coins rolling far away.

And soon they were on each other. Hands roaming free, teeth biting lips. His thumb found the letter V above her hip and she whined.

She let herself be tackled, she let him break the skin with his teeth.

No matter how different she has become, next to Vaas she didn't want to be a hunter.

Not when it was too enjoyable to be the prey.

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Supernatural

A NIGHT IN MISSOULA: Nick x fem!reader

Summary: How it could've turned out if Nick wasn't completely alone...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

I had to fix his storyline damn it, he deserved so much better!

Warnings: set in season 14, fluff (come on, my man deserves it goddamn it), mentioned death and violence, grief

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Her phone's screen illuminated the motel room again, for the fifth time in the last hour.

She lazily raised her head to look at it before laying her head back on the man's chest whose arms were holding her close to his body, as if he was afraid that she'll just disappear. She hugged him tighter, as if to tell him that she'd never go anywhere when she already had him.

Two missed calls from Dean, one from Sam and two from Cas.

Cas and Dean even left voicemails. It was a wonder they haven't made Jody or Donna look for her yet.

"I forgot to check in." she mumbled quietly, afraid that her voice alone could ruin the calm moment they were having - moments like these occured rarely. Very rarely, especially since both of their minds were full of unsolved issues, confusing emotions and grief. "I'll have to call them or they'll get a heart attack and send some hunters after us."

"You'll call them later." Nick's fingers ran along her spine, drawing invisible shapes into her skin here and there. "Please."

She smiled up at him, her heart feeling heavy from his last word alone.

Please - please don't leave; please stay; please, I need you. She felt the same way toward him. She needed him just as much as he needed her - to not go insane, to not break, to be able to enjoy and appreciate the simple things in life.

"They can wait, I suppose." she agreed and let her fingers run along the side of Nick's face and jaw. "We're a long way from home anyway. They wouldn't reach us in time."

They left months, close to a year ago.

Nick wanted justice, he wanted to find the man who murdered his family - and since she had her own demons to fight, her own people to grieve, she knew exactly how he felt.

Nick left first and she followed him, only leaving a short letter behind for her own family, what said 'I found a job - it's personal. Be back soon. Love you all.'. That 'soon' turned into weeks, then months. And as it turned out they needed each other more than the boys needed her.

She reached Delaware just in time to stop Nick from beating the truth out of Arty Nielson - and used that fake FBI badge of hers to figure out what the man saw that night.

After that it went easily. She posed as an FBI agent while Nick stayed himself, and together they were tracking the culprit who turned out to be a demon. Abraxas. They'll get the fucker in Hibbing in a day or two.

Thanks to her presence, Nick managed to keep his cool. He managed to keep his sanity. He managed to realize that there's still someone out there who cares. He managed to slowly, painfully slowly, let go of Lucifer and accept the fact that he found someone to love - who apparently loved him back.

"Y/N?" she looked at him again with a questioning look. "I never really said thank you for what you did for me."

"Nick--" she wanted to begin to argue; wanting to say that he has absolutely nothing to thank - her love and care for him was purely natural.

"No, please let me finish." he interrupted her as his left hand started to play with her hair. "I mean it. Thank you for everything. I'm pretty sure that without you I would've gone crazy. And you didn't have to care or help, I wasn't your responsibility. Sarah and Teddy's case wasn't yours to solve either. But you were there for me, you're still here for me and I just--"

She gently touched his face again.

"You were there for me too, Nick." it was her turn to interrupt him and prove him that she cared. "When I was still grieving my best friend, you were there." her heart still ached when she or anyone referred to Gabriel. "When Jack got sick and I was thousands of miles away from the bunker, you were there. I wasn't your responsibility either, and you are still here for me too."

Nick smiled at her - with a honest smile, without any sadness behind it; with a smile full of adoration.

"I love you, Y/N..."

She felt her heartbeat quicken and it felt like she was having an honest to God heart attack.

They were spending the nights together for a month now, sure. They were even kissing, holding hands and cuddling. They complimented the other's appearance. But saying those three words? That was new, completely new. It was something she knew she was feeling, but was afraid to put into words when Nick was still clearly in a dark place. She thought it might've been too soon.

She let the words sink in - she let them make her heart flutter. She even let them bring tears to her eyes.

"I love you too, Nick."

She pushed herself up onto her elbows and leaned forward so her lips were able to reach his.

Nick was holding her face between his hands as the kiss deepened. It was sweet, slow, full of love - both of them wanted to show the other that they meant what they've said, wholeheartedly.

By the time they broke apart, her phone was ringing again, yet in their happiness they both ignored it.

"Promise me you won't leave me." Nick was begging, pleading as he looked her in the eye. "Please..."

"I won't. Ever." she promised as she smiled down at him. "I'll never leave you."

His fingers were playing with her hair again, when her phone's screen turned on once more. Another missed call.

"Nick?"

"Yeah?" he seemed distracted as he explored every small, hidden detail of her face - her cheeks turned pink from the thought of him finding her beautiful.

"After we're done..." she began slowly, unsurely. "Will you come back to Kansas with me? To say goodbye?"

Nick's hands stopped their exploration as he looked at her - really looked at her - to see if anything was wrong.

"Goodbye?" he asked, confused. "Why would you say goodbye? That place is your home, you're a hunter and--"

"I'm quitting." she stated and there was a strange feeling inside her stomach as she said her thoughts out loud. "Ever since I met Dean I wanted to hunt and live the life he and his family had, but it takes so much... I love the boys and Cas and Jack, but I can't do it anymore." she smiled when Nick started to stroke her side in comfort. "You're my last case. And I want to enjoy the aftermath forever."

The truth was that she couldn't afford losing anyone else. She was sure she wouldn't survive that.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." she let out a small laugh. "And maybe we can have that 'apple pie life' close to the bunker in case those morons still need my help."

Nick kissed her again, this time with love and passion, and she gladly kissed back. Her hands disappeared in his hair and she was about to leave some of her marks behind on the side of his neck, when her phone began to ring again.

"Talk to them." he said after they unwillingly broke apart. "I'm not going anywhere."

She grabbed her phone with a groan and accepted Cas' call as she lay down next to Nick, grabbing his hand and drawing invisible shapes into his palm.

"Hey, Cas. Sorry I didn't pick up before, I was in the middle of something just now. Is everything okay?"

She was barely listening.

All she could think about was her last case and the man she was willing to give up hunting for.

And she really hoped her found family will accept her decision without wanting to beat the crap out of the man she loved...

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Do you guys know the saying 'You'll never stop loving your first love' ?

Well I guess it's true, because my first ever fictional love was Leon S. Kennedy and he's doing unexplainable things to me to this day... like bro can you just stop?

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The amount of fictional characters I managed to fall in love with these past few weeks is insane...

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So I finally started to watch the Insidious franchise for Leigh Whannell the plot and I gotta say I enjoy seeing him I'm enjoying it a lot.

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Today I broke up with my boyfriend of almost two months. He was my first ever boyfriend and I know I'll never ever find a guy like him again.

I can already hear the "You guys were a perfect couple, why did you do this then?" questions. And even if my personal life isn't my pals' business, it's a great question.

I can't even explain why I did it.

It felt too quick, too much - and I began to feel so overwhelmed, so unready... I didn't like the me I tried to show him, a me who wasn't 'me' at all.

I guess this note is for everyone who decided to break up with the perfect person over mental health - it feels shitty, I know. So this note is for you all. If it feels wrong, it is wrong. Put yourself first because it's not right to put up an act in front of everyone.

Right now, after it all, I feel like I put myself on the right track, finally.

I missed writing, I missed reading, I missed my time with my besties, I missed my community.

The mask of the perfect person fell - I'm me again. I feel like I'm back.

I'll finally finish the things I'd wanted to do. I'll finish those Supernatural oneshots I had began to write, I'll finally start that Sherlock BBC fanfiction; and I'll finally, finally start watching The Creep Tapes.

I missed my me time.

Writing is my me time.

I feel like I'm finally back.

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My first week in college is almost over and I'm still waiting for my sweets-obsessed, trickster-angel-janitor to show up...

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After years of posting fanfiction on Tumblr, I finally learned how to use the 'Read more' break...