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pascaloverx · 8 months ago

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DANGEROUS

CHAPTER FOUR (+18)

Summary: You are a retired spy trying to live a normal life. Some time ago, a hired assassin named Tangerine tried to kill you. In response, you sought the help of an old acquaintance who could fake any death, August Walker. However, now your false identity is in jeopardy, along with your life.

Warnings: This chapter will have inappropriate language, explicit content. Readers are warned. The characters August Walker and Tangerine do not belong to me but to their respective creators. Some other characters that belong to both Mission: Impossible (2018) and Bullet Train (2022) may appear in this fanfic. Other characters who are not part of these movies will be of my own creation. I hope you enjoy the reading. Chapter with scenes intended for adults, if you are not an adult, do not read.

chapter three chapter five

August looks uncomfortable. Ever since he agreed to work alongside Tangerine. You know the fact that you had a brief romance with Tangerine doesn't help. As you prepare the bed so that August Walker can sleep, you feel him watching you. Tangerine was too tired to do anything so he just passed out on your bed.

"So after years of partnership, you ditched me for a cheap, less pretty version?" August says while watching you. You tense up, knowing you don't have much to say.You tense up, knowing you don't have much to say.

"I would like to remind you that after our partnership ended, you disappeared from my life. It was as if it didn't matter how many nights we spent together. You can't demand loyalty when you abandon someone." You say arranging the blanket on the bed. August is still standing with his arms crossed in the guest room door.

"I didn't abandon you. We made a deal, Y/N. Feelings were out of the question. And then you put my life ahead of the mission. Damn it, what did you think would happen?" Walker speaks with his authoritative tone, asserting his belief that he's right. But how could putting him above the mission be such a bad thing?

"I should have let you die, Walker. I should have let Ethan kill you on that damn mission, you ungrateful bastard." You say, staring at Walker, growing increasingly irritated. Walker approaches, getting inches away from you. His eyes devouring you as if he's thirsty for something.

"How desperate did you have to be to go from fucking me to fucking Tangerine?" August speaks in a mocking tone. You however laughed blatantly trying to make you feel inferior.

"Honey, you must have a really bruised ego. Tangerine and you are almost the same. And if you're wondering if in every way, yes is the answer." You say looking down, leaving no doubt you are talking about sizes. August seems more excited than angry at this moment, which confuses you a little. You expect a bad reaction, but it doesn't come. On the contrary, he grabs you by the waist and kisses you. At first, his lips touch yours softly. Afterwards it's as if you're missing each other's taste. Slowly exploring each other's mouth.

"You should never have come back into my life, you know that right?" August Walker speaks with his mouth almost glued to yours yet.

"Shut up." You respond, holding the hem of his shirt with both hands and then taking it off his body. He, in turn, lifts you a little off the floor, guiding you to the bed. It was almost as if his body had no weight at all. His hand quickly cupping your ass.

"You're still as hot as I remember." Walker whispers in your ear. You then kiss his neck, as if to say you liked the compliment. In the next second, August Walker is taking off the dress you're wearing and throwing it in some corner of the room. His fingers roam your face, and when his fingers pass your lip, you lick them lightly. Walker's reaction was to hold her face firmly but without hurting her and then devour her mouth with a kiss.

"I want you now." That's all you can say before you completely lose your lucidity as you watch Walker take off the rest of his clothes. You're obviously excited about the fact that you're going touch him again. Your hand passes lightly under Walker's cock, making him moan softly as you kiss his body.

"Lay down." He says dominant as he removes your bra. His fingers press against his breasts, causing a pleasant sensation of pain and pleasure. You let out a grunt when Walker's lips touch yours. He continues pressing the tops of your breasts with his hands while he is on top of you. Already your hands are busy holding his hair tightly. You then remember to grab a condom from the bedside. He watches you and seconds later he already puts the condom that was previously in your hand on his penis. He puts two fingers in your mouth and you suck on them, while looking directly at him. It's been so long since you two have been this close that you feel like you're going to explode. His fingers that were previously in your mouth are now in your pussy, almost causing a pleasant friction. His fingers enter you without delay, and you let out a few noises as you feel the pleasure of having at least a part of him in you. His fingers press into your pussy which is wet enough that he has no problem moving in and out of you.

"You...fuck me. Please." You sputter as you feel your body start to shake a little more. Walker smiles, kissing you next.

"Good girl." He says, taking his fingers out of you and pushing his cock into you. The feeling of having him like this was almost driving you crazy. You increased the pace of his thrusts and into you, as you held his ass to feel him more. His hands held Walker's ass so tightly that you could feel it would leave a mark later. But he didn't seem to care. He just thrust deeper and deeper inside you, as he kissed every detail of you, including your lips and mostly your neck. His kisses got deeper and deeper, as if he really needed you.

"Fuck. I'm going to go crazy with you." Walker says as you become a mixture of sex, moans and sweat. You can only smile, while mumbling disjointed words. You're reconnecting so easily that you don't even notice when you cum. But when he cums right away you smile. A smile of satisfaction.

"I can't lie. You're still one of the few fuckers who know how to fuck well." You speak while Walker is still beneath you. He then kisses you, getting off of you and throwing the condom in the trash. You weakly rest your head on Walker's chest as soon as he returns to bed. And at least at this moment, you allow yourself to sleep with a man who you don't even know if you can fully trust.

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saltedmess · 2 years ago

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wishing for August x Ethan crumbs on Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning

#august walker #ethan hunt #mission impossible #mission impossible fallout #ship #otp #tom cruise #henry cavill #august x ethan #authan #edit #cardigan #taylor swift

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mt-blackbird · 1 year ago

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I want to start writing stuff again, but idk what I should write so I'm leaving it to a poll

(yes all the options involve ethan whump and authan because there is a drought of it and i'm thirsty)

#ethan hunt #august walker #authan #augustethan #august x ethan

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raethereptile · 1 year ago

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"You know eachother." It's not a question from the White Widow and Ethan ignores it.

Incorporating Max into this dance requires a delicate touch, and he has his priorities.

"You know she's telling people you're dead?" He smirks at her and ducks his head just enough to look at her through his lashes as she walks closer.

"Oh, we both know retirement doesn't happen in our world," Max smile was smug and filled with good humour, her nose scrunching up adorably just like it did in the car all those years ago, "death is simply the method of anonymity I choose to implement these days. And you and I know the comfort of anonymity well, don't we, Mr... Lark, wasn't it."

He let his grin spread into that boyish grin, the one with too many teeth, that he used on her before, and reached for her hand, "it's like a warm blanket," he raised the hand up towards him and bowed over it, letting his grin soften into something with more humour and more heat, "you look good Max."

He pressed a long, slow, open kiss to her hand, looking up through his lashes directly at her all the while.

Walker cleared his throat.

Zola shifted awkwardly.

Alanna watched carefully.

Max laughs.

"Flatterer. I got old."

A feat in itself.

He straightened up and stepped into her space. He leaned into her ear, as though to whisper a secret, but let his voice carry.

"Now why would something like that bother me."

@oddcologne oops I did a thing oh god I think it might be becoming a thing

No but a Max Lives AU

Ethan's stood in that room, surrounded by people who will kills him if he slips up for just a second, listening to Zola's asinine plan and not taking his eyes off Alanna, the true danger in the room, for so much as a second, when movement out of the corner of his eye draws his attention.

She's dressed finely, understated where her daughter is luminescent, her deft touch evident where her daughter's rougher edges have shaped the space around them. Her hair is white, and she has more wrinkles, and she's using a cane, but he'd know those eyes anywhere.

And the whole world fades away as they lock eyes.

And Ethan knows he's fucked.

There's no way she doesn't recognise him, not with the slight softening of her smile.

There's fondness there, he's relieved to see, a sentiment he returns. No hard feelings. Mutual manipulation, betrayal, and use. Both aware of the others games and choosing to play. Neither of them got what they really wanted in the end, but they set eachother up so they could land on their feet. No hard feelings.

So, the question. Did she want to play the game?

Because Ethan was all in and now only she could deside which way this meeting would go.

Would she out him to her heiress? Or would she let it play out?

He watched as she analysed the situation.

Play the game? Or pull the plug?

She smiled.

He smiled back.

All in.

"Dear boy."

"Max."

#mission: impossible #mission impossible #mission impossible fallout #ethan hunt #max mitsopolis #alanna mitsopolis #zola mitsopolis #past ethan x max #ethan x max #august walker #rae writes

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Menace vs Maniac

Summary: You end up in their clutches.

Pairing: August Walker x fem!Reader x Lloyd Hansen

Warnings: kidnapped reader, interrogation, threats, restraints, pussy slapping, use of sex swing, degrading, dumbification, dubcon/consensual non-consent, drug use/sex pollen kind of drug, pillow princess reader (she just takes it, okay), butt plugs, use of sex toys, threesome, oral sex (male rec), anal sex, vaginal sex, both have big dicks, n/c role play, Sir/daddy kink, implied oral (fem rec), implied facial. 18+ only

A/N: My boyfriend left me unattended yesterday so I turned this random thought into this...🤣🤣🤣

A/N2: I imagined they used this swing.

Please head the warnings for this story before you proceed!

Fuck, this is bad. You knew it was a bad idea to do Ethan Hunt a favor. Helping him, or even being in the same room as him is a death sentence.

If only you stayed out of his mission. If only you didn’t deliver the flash drive he needed so badly to him.

That’s how you ended up in a basement, face down in a sex swing hammock. Your ankles and wrists are secured by the cuffs that are attached to the swing. And we don’t want to about the vibrating butt plug in your ass.

“Uh-uh, that’s a sigh for sore eyes,” one of your captors whistles. He circles you like prey while you helplessly wiggle in the sex swing hammock. Or at least you try to do so. “My partner told me that you are uncooperative. Not even the drugs helped. Let me see if I can make you sing.”

He grips your chin to force you to look at him. Fuck, you know that guy. He’s a mercenary the agency hired once in a while. What was his name?

“Bite me,” you spit in his face. “Get off me, Hansen.”

“Aw, sweet, sweet cupcake. You remember my name.” You snarl when he presses a sloppy kiss on your mouth. “I bet you will sing it when I’m done with you.”

“In your dreams.”

“Babycakes, you shouldn’t poke the bear. I can be nice,” he kisses you again, tongue poking inside your mouth. You fight the cuffs, but it’s no use. There is no breaking out of this swing. “If you are nice, I’ll prepare you for what’s to come. If not, my unfriendly friend will break you.”

“Get. Off. Me. You fucking creep,” you bite his lip when he tries to kiss you again. “I’ll bite you if you try to do this again.”

“Still uncooperative,” the other man in the room asks. He walks toward you and Hansen, just staring down at your naked form. “Let me break her. I know how to handle a brat.”

You glare at the other man. That face. You saw it before on footage. He’s a wanted man. Dangerous and deadly. “Name’s August Walker,” he smirks darkly. “You will remember it after I broke you down to nothing.”

“Let’s begin then,” Hansen snickers at your pained expression. “Just to be sure. Will you be a good girl and tell us where the flash drive is? Say yes, and all of this is over. You will wake in your apartment, and this never happened.”

“Remain silent, and I’ll make you scream,” August lifts one brow. He waits for your answer and crosses his arms over his wide chest. “I’ll give you ten seconds.”

“Fuck you,” you growl at both men. “Do you think I’m scared? I got cut, shot, and punched before. Nothing you can do to me hasn’t already been done to me.”

“She’s so naïve, isn’t she?” Lloyd dips his head to glance at your trembling lips. “Sweet cupcake, I won’t shoot or cut you. We found a better way to make you sing…”

“I’ll give you ten minutes,” this time August grabs your face with his large hand. “Think about it, sugar. I can be nice too. If not, the first thing I’ll ruin is your cunt…”

“Is it bad that I want her to remain stubborn?” Lloyd smirks darkly. “I want to break her with my dick. I know she will be a perfect little cock slut for me.”

“I’ll have her first, Hansen,” August dips his head to glare at Lloyd. “We agreed on working together. This doesn’t mean you have your go first. I want to have every hole before you have it.”

“We can use her at the same time. That’s what that swing is good for, and she’s got three holes for us to use.”

“I want her mouth first. She will suck my dick, and then, I’ll interrogate her some more. If she refuses to answer, I’ll fuck her cunt raw.”

“Calm the fuck down, Walker. The drugs I gave her will heighten her senses and increase her libido. She will beg us to fuck her because it will hurt like hell not to get fucked.”

“She will give us all the answers we need while taking dick,” August snickers at your predicament. “I can hardly wait.”

His cock is about to burst his pants open, but he needs to pretend he cares about the mission when all he can think about is your tight little pussy wrapped around his monster cock.

“That she will, my mustache-loving friend,” Lloyd claps his hands. “Time’s up, I guess. She’s ready for harvest.”

“Remember, I’ll fuck her holes first…”

“You can choose one hole you can fuck first; I’ll take one of the others,” Lloyd gets a knife out and points it at August. “She has three. Choose wisely.”

“We will see…”

“What will it be, sweet cheeks,” Lloyd cups your face with both hands, holding it while August walks behind you. You struggle to keep a straight face. It makes you nervous that you can’t see the other man. “I want answers, and I want them now.”

“Get fucked.”

Lloyd smirks at your reply. He’s glad that you didn’t give them answers. But you will, eventually. If not, he will find a way to kill time while his team tries to hunt Ethan down. “Did ya hear that, my friend? She wants a good time.”

“Hmm…,” August stares at your spread legs. He crouches down to inspect your leaking pussy. “You didn’t lie. She’s leaking for my dick. I bet I can shove my cock so deep inside of her she’ll feel me in her belly. What a waste of cunt, always hidden underneath her little skirts. I think we should keep her like this, kept for pleasure.”

“Our pleasure,” Lloyd singsongs. He’s excited to finally get his hands on you. “Now, baby cakes. How do you want it? Will you be a good girl and open this mouth for my dick and suck it. Or do I need to get rid of your teeth? I’d hate to hurt you, sweetness.”

“If you try to—” you cry out at the sudden pain shooting from your cunt through your whole body. “What the fuck?”

“I forgot to tell you that August loves to slap pussy,” Lloyd grins darkly. “I ask you again. Will you be a good girl and suck my dick?”

You blink at Lloyd. There is no way out, and your body feels like it’s on fire. Whatever was in the syringe Lloyd rammed into your neck a few hours ago, is taking a toll on your body and mind.

“Answer him,” August slaps your pussy again. Your body jolts, but to your shame, you whimper at the simplest touch. “She’s a dumb little slut, isn’t she? All our captured little bird can do is drool and moan.”

Lloyd grins proudly. “Now, sweet cheeks. Open up. Be good for me,” he purrs when you open your mouth to let him shove two fingers inside. He moves them back and forth, humming as you stare up at him with glassy eyes. “She’s there, my friend. Let’s test the drug. I bet she will cum only from sucking my dick.”

“I will fuck her cunt first. You can wait until I’m inside of her. I want to hear her cry because I split her open,” August slaps his hand between your legs again. He toys with your thrumming clit, pinching it roughly. “Yeah, that’s a bitch in heat, ready to get ruined.”

“A whore for us to use. I consider keeping her.” It’s like you’re not even there in the room. They talk about you like you’re only a piece of meat they can use. And they will. “Open up for Daddy.”

You stare at Lloyd as he hastily unbuckles his belt. He unzips his pants and pushes them past his hips. His cock springs free, making you whimper at the monster he’s hiding in his pants.

“Stop! I told you I want her to scream when I shove my cock inside her cunt or up her ass,” August slaps your ass. “Isn’t that right? You want me to fuck this cunt.”

“I-“ you are unsure how to answer. Escape is not an option, and you can’t give them the information they want. All you can do is let them have their way with your body, and hope someone will come to your aid.

“Just shove it inside, man. I’m ready to cum all over her face just by looking at her in that hammock. Fuck, I want to shove it down her throat.”

Lloyd slaps his cock against your cheek. He smears precum all over your lips as you try to ignore that you can hear August’s pants hit the floor. You hear the rest of his clothing drop to the ground and hold your breath.

“You better relax this pussy, or it will hurt like hell,” August laughs. “As if I would care. I’ll ruin this snatch.”

“Walker, fuck her or not. If not, I’ll use her mouth!” Lloyd is slowly losing his patience. He pushes his cockhead past your lips, grunting as you lick over the tip. “Good girl. Keep going.”

“Hell, she will look so good with my cock inside of her little hole,” August slaps your pussy again. He laughs and snickers as you try to wiggle away. “Stop it.” He warns, and you stop moving. You feel the wide head slide through your slicked folds. It’s unfair that your body is betraying you. “Good little slut.” He nudes at your entrance, groaning as your hole strains against the thick cock head.

“Nggh…” you choke out. He’s too thick, and you’re not sure you can take August. Not that he would care. He grips your asscheeks, spreading them wider to watch his cock disappear inside of you. “No…”

“Oh, yes. Just relax, sweetness,” August presses further into you. He moves the tip back and forth, back and forth to ease you open. “Fuck. That’s a good cunt.”

You moan loudly around the tip of Lloyd’s cock. Your walls fight August’s intrusion, but his size is something you never felt before. “Fuck her already.”

“Shut up!” August barks at Lloyd. “Let me enjoy this pussy. You annoying fucker!”

August moves his hands to your thighs, fingertips digging into your flesh as he pushes further in.

“You gotta do it with one thrust, dude. Don’t leave her hanging.” Lloyd chuckles at his awful wordplay. “Did you get that one? Hanging!”

“Fuck off!” August’s grip on your flesh becomes bruising. You can feel his cock pulsate inside you. At least the part he already shoved inside. “You gotta take it all now.”

He snaps his hips into your ass, causing you to cry out in pleasured pain. You whine and whimper as your pussy clenches tightly around his too-thick shaft. You don’t know if he’ll be able to even move. “Lemme see…”

Lloyd slips the tip out of your mouth to walk toward August. He cocks his head and watches his partner slide in and out of you. “Sheesh, she’s stuffed like…I don’t know. What if you get stuck inside her snatch?”

“I’ll happily die inside this cunt, Hansen. Now fuck off! I don’t need a creep to watch me fuck my g—this cunt,” August snarls at Lloyd. “Baby cheeks, I hope you are ready for the ride of your life.”

You’re not. Not at all. But what can you do? Your body is screaming for release and there is a huge cock inside of your pussy. All you can do is play pillow princess and take what August is about to give you.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Damn right. This cunt is going to get well-fucked. I’ll make your life so much easier. Let me just fuck every thought out of your brain. All you need to do is take cock and leak slick for me.”

You nod eagerly.

“Would you look at this good little slut?” Lloyd mocks you. He glances at your stuffed pussy one last time before he walks back toward your head. “Fuck her.”

“Please fuck me,” you cry. “I need you to fuck it out of me. Please. It hurts so badly. I don’t know what he gave me.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be well-fucked in no time.” You hold your breath when he slowly slides halfway out of your cunt again. “Now…let’s go for a ride.”

Your mouth falls open as he rams back inside. August doesn’t play around. He finds a steady rhythm within a few seconds. He alternately grinds into you and pushes you toward Lloyd with powerful thrusts.

“Fuck her mouth now!”

“Shut up,” Lloyd grips your face with both hands. “Open up, princess. I want you to be a good girl, relax your jaw and just let me fuck this mouth.”

He slowly moves his cock past your lips, smirking as you obediently take him down your throat. Lloyd doesn’t stop until the tip hits the back of your throat. You choke a little but try to relax your throat to not anger him.

“That’s it,” Lloyd purrs as you press your tongue against the pulsating vein on the underside of his cock. “Just let me have this pretty mouth.”

He holds your face in his hands and starts moving his hips. It feels like heaven and hell at the same time. You are restrained and at their mercy. But their cocks. Fuck their cocks inside your body feel so good.

“Yeah, she’s a good whore,” August speeds up. He hammers into your cunt, ignoring you groan and wheeze. It’s hard to breathe with Lloyd sliding in and out of your throat. Tears spill from your eyes and split runs out of your mouth.

It feels like August wants to taunt you. His cock hits the right spot with almost deadly accuracy. There is no way in hell he can know your body so well, but he does. With every snap of his hips, you feel the knot in your belly tighten, and you fear you’ll come around him in no time.

“She’s close. You better cum down her throat before she screams my name. I want to hear it.”

“Shut the…” Lloyd rocks his hips faster. Your mouth feels warm and like velvet around his twitching length, but it’s not enough. Not yet. He wants more of you. If he comes now, it will be over too soon. “No, I won’t. I’ll have her ass when you are done with her cunt.”

Your eyes widen, but you don’t get time to protest. Lloyd slips out of your mouth the moment August pushes you violently over the edge. To your shame, you cry out his name, and praise his cock like the cock-drunk slut he turned you into.

“Fuck, that’s…yes!” August slaps your ass with both hands. He shouts your name and spurts hotly into your abused cunt. “Your turn, Hansen. I’ll have her mouth to keep me warm. When you are done with her ass, I’ll have a turn too…”

Your eyes flutter shut. It’s too much. You can’t fight them so you, willingly open your mouth when August pinches your cheek. “You already learned, huh?”

“Daddy is going to lube your ass,” Lloyd moves his hand over your ass, pinching your cheeks, making you groan. “Shh…be thankful I opened you up with the plugs over the last days. If not, you’d be too tight to take me.”

Lloyd slowly rolls your clit between his fingers. “You will love my cock up your ass, cupcake.”

You bite your tongue to keep the moans from spilling from your lips. “Just put it up her ass.”

“Shut up,” Lloyd snaps at August. “It’s my turn to fill her holes. I’ll make it even better for her than you ever could.”

August rolls his eyes as his partner in crime moves toward the bag he brought with him this morning. He unzips it, humming happily as he gets lube, and a vibrating dildo out of the bag.

“Cupcake, you will love it.” You keep yourself from rolling your eyes. August is watching you like a hawk and the last thing you need is that he finds out that you try to buy your time. “Let’s see.”

He unclasps the bottle of lube and adds a good amount to the dildo. Lloyd pushes the tip of the dildo inside of your cunt, slowly moving the sex toy in and out of your slicked cunt. You moan and whimper as he switches the device on.

“OH fuck!” you exclaim as he shoves the dildo completely inside of you. “Shit…oh…yes…oh fuck…”

“Not yet, baby cakes,” Lloyd adds a huge amount of lube on your ass and his fingers. “I’ll enjoy having your ass.” You feel his finger prob at your tightest hole. Your teeth shatter and you stiffen feeling his index finger slide past your ring of muscles. “Yes, she’s a natural, August.”

“I know,” August moves his right hand to your throat, holding it in a light grip. “You want to suck dick, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you husk lowly. If you can distract them long enough to forget about the flash drive, Ethan gets the chance to find you. “Please fuck my mouth, Sir.”

The next thing you know is that Lloyd is rubbing the head of his cock up and down the crack of your ass while fingering your tight hole. He hums and curses as he’s eager to get his dick inside. “Cupcake, you gotta be a big girl and take this beast up your ass now.”

You open your mouth wide for August, ignoring Lloyd slipping his finger out of your ass. There is nothing you can do about the cocky bastard behind you. But if you are good for August, he might let you out of the hammock. He seems to be the more calculated and less crazy guy.

“Fuck her ass already,” August presses his cock between your lips, moaning as you slide your tongue over the tip. “Good girl. Now open wide for me.”

Lloyd ignores what’s happening with your mouth. You choke on August’s cock as Lloyd enters you. He slowly pumps his cock in and out of your asshole.

“Fuck, she’s so pretty filled with cock,” August groans. His eyes are glued to your mouth stuffed with his cock. Your jaw will hurt like hell, and you feel your throat become raw with every deep stroke of August’s cock, but you will endure every second to get back at them.

Lloyd starts to fuck you harder and faster. He’s close, you know it when he starts to lose control. He’s humping you like there is no tomorrow. Fucking your poor hole with vigor.

You’re floating. All you can do is give in to their desires and let your body take over. Your walls tighten around the dildo torturing your pussy. It seers your nerves, and reignite the fire August started.

Fuck, you fall over the edge the moment Lloyd curses loudly. “Oh—fuck…this hole is good.”

Shame washes over you when another load of cum fills another of your holes. Lloyd comes fast up your ass.

“Shit, did she cum again?” August thrusts a little harder watching Lloyd slip the dildo out of your cunt.

“I’ll keep that whore. No discussion…”

August ignores Lloyd, or the fact that you choke on his monster cock. He slides even deeper down your throat, and smirk as you struggle to breathe right.

“Let me fuck this throat. We can talk about keeping her later…”

The door opens again. For what feels like the fiftieth time today. This time it’s Lloyd who wants to get his pound of your flesh.

It’s three days later, and you barely had the time to have a break. Both men took turns. Over, and over again.

They didn’t ask you about the flash drive. Not a single time. Too busy getting their cocks inside of your ruined holes.

“Where to put it now?” Lloyd circles you like prey.

At least they had the decency to bring you into a different room with a bed, and not fuck you in the swing all the time.

“I’m so tired, Daddy,” you barely lift your head. “Just choose a hole. Please not my mouth. My jaw still hurts.”

“Aw, my poor cupcake is sore,” he grins maliciously. “You know, I will be nice and help you relax before I fuck your cunt again. Lie on your back and let me eat this pussy. You were such a good girl for us.”

“What are you doing?” August grunts as he watches Lloyd roll you onto your back to crawl between your legs. “Oh, you hungry? She tastes good, but I’m afraid I drank all of her nectar.”

“You did?” Lloyd looks down at you with angry eyes. “Cupcake, did he eat your cunt?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You bite your index finger. “But my cunt is still hungry for your mouth. Do you want to have a taste?”

“Damnit, she’s a vixen,” Lloyd curses. He spread your legs roughly and settles between your thighs. “Now, be good and I’ll eat this pussy until you scream my name…”

“What will we do with her?” August huffs. “She was a good lay, and we had fun. But, we can’t let her go now, can we? This roleplay shit you suggested went a little too far.”

“She will never know we used the video to extort her stepfather,” Lloyd shrugs. “I wanna keep her. Cupcake is the first one not using her safe word.”

“Lloyd, no! We can’t keep her!”

“What? She’s into kinky shit. Let’s keep her. Y/N will be such a good girl for us. And her daddy will never know all of it was fake,” Lloyd grins. “She told me that her stepfather is the worst.”

August rolls his eyes. “We can’t take her with us. Lloyd we talked about this more than once. Our job is not relationship friendly.”

“What if…we keep her as a sweet sex slave? She’d love it. Y/N is a kinky slut,” Lloyd rubs his hands over his thighs. “She’ll make a sweet wife for us, August. Can we not keep her?”

“Who’s a slut,” you enter the room and immediately jump at August. “Do you want to chain me up this time, Augie?” you whine. “Please, I will tell you everything about the flash drive this time. Promised.”

“Sweetness, it’s time for you to go home,” August tries to ease you into letting you down. “We had fun, but the roleplay is over.”

“But—” you pucker your lips. “I want to stay with you and daddy. Please, Sir. I’ll do anything. I won’t take up much space. I only need a little space between you and Lloyd. Can you not take me with you?”

“Cupcake,” Lloyd purrs. “Of course, you can come with us.”

“Who’s this?” Ethan glances at the footage of August Walker, Lloyd Hansen, and you. “A new player?”

“We don’t know yet,” Benji glances at the footage again. “So far, all I can tell you is that the girl is not one of our agents nor with the CIA.”

“I need you to find out everything about her. Maybe she’s the key to their downfall…”

“AW, this is a cool place!” you look around the secret hideout August and Lloyd brought you to. “Is this your home?”

August rolls his shoulders. “One of many. Don’t get too comfortable. We are still on the run.”

“Sir, do you want to play?” you coquettishly ask. “I can be a foreign agent, and you need to interrogate me. Or I try to seduce you but you are more into spanking my ass and pussy.”

“Babycakes is in one of her moods,” Lloyd smirks. He cups his crotch, ready for another round with his little plaything. “August, what do you say?”

“I say,” August roughly cups your cheek. He strokes his thumb over your lower lip, humming as you look up at him with glassy eyes. “Down on your knees. And you won’t get up before your face is covered in our cum…”

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Kidnappings and Mountain Fights

Pairing - Ethan Hunt x daughter!reader

Word count - 5,553

Warnings - violence, near death experiences, gun violence, blood, injuries, possible swearing

Summary - when attempting to stop Walker and Lane, you're taken hostage and your dad fights to save you

A/N - hey y'all I'm finally back with a new part of Lil' Hunt (cheering anyone?) sorry it's taken me so long to upload a new fic I've been grappling with motivation for a while. for a bit of context, for the Lil' Hunt universe, Julia and Ethan were a couple but never married. Luther was convinced Ethan would marry her and leave the IMF but because of the dangers of Ethan's job and his dedication to the IMF they split up (so kinda similar to the movie but no marriage). anyways I'll stop rambling, as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

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The Syndicate was back. This time they had claimed the name ‘The Apostles’ although there was absolutely nothing holy about them or their mission. Your dad and his team had attempted to get the three plutonium cores the Apostles were after but after they had taken Luther hostage and put his life on the line, the cores were lost because your dad wasn’t willing to gamble with Luther’s life. You respected your dad so much for protecting Luther above everything. His team had always been his family and he wasn’t going to put a mission above Luther’s life. The IMF had been beyond mad at your dad for losing the plutonium and so the CIA had sent August Walker with your dad to attempt to retrieve the cores.

Since then, you had found yourself travelling from Paris to London where your dad was instructed to bring Solomon Lane after your dad had worked with a broker named Alanna Mitsopolis in Paris who, under the assumption that Ethan was a killer named John Lark, had him take part in an attempt to get Solomon Lane in exchange for the plutonium with one being given as a down-payment upfront. Your dad of course, did not want to get involved with such a crime but kept his cover as Lark and had Benji and Luther ready to extract Lane so he didn’t end up in the hands of Alanna and her brother Zola.

Having to see Solomon Lane again after everything he had put you and those you cared about through was awful. You hated hearing his taunts as your dad and the others tried to grill him for information. Ilsa had taken to keeping you away from Lane, making sure he couldn’t target any taunts your way and to try and keep your mind off the whole thing. You were so grateful for Ilsa doing that because it really helped you distract yourself from the terrorist who was being held captive and it was nice to see Ilsa again after she went her own way after crashing at your safe house for a few days.

However, despite things looking like they could, for once, go smoothly. It turned out that after trying to accuse your dad of actually being John Lark, it had been Walker the whole time and after an intense gunfight between Walker and the Apostles and your dad and his team, Director Hunley was killed in the skirmish and both Lane and Walker had gotten away in the chaos. Your dad had attempted to chase Walker down while you, Benji, Luther, and Ilsa had moved to a new safe location, but he was unsuccessful in his efforts. In the new safe location in London, you sat with Luther and Ilsa while your dad was with Benji in another part of the building discussing their next move.

“Luther, do you think you guys will actually be able to stop them?” You ask quietly as Ilsa and Luther exchange a soft look with each other. They knew your words weren’t coming from doubt of your dad and the team’s abilities, they were more than likely coming from a place of fear.

“We won’t stop until we have all three cores and Walker and Lane are gone.” Luther assures you softly, his gentle voice bringing some semblance of comfort to you but both Ilsa and Luther could tell you weren’t fully convinced by his words. After all, it was nuclear weaponry that was in play. In the blink of an eye thousands, or even millions of people could be killed if Walker and Lane were not stopped.

“We’re going to stop them y/n/n.” Ilsa then says, wrapping a gentle arm around your shoulders and tugging you into a side hug as you lean comfortably against her side, fighting back the ever threatening tears. You didn’t know why you were getting like this; you’d lived through a bunch of missions and your dad, and his team had never let you down so far.

“y/n, can you come here for a moment sweetheart?” You heard your dad’s voice come from across the room, making you pull away from Ilsa slightly, nodding silently and getting up from your chair and crossing to your dad.

“You know, in all the years I’ve known Ethan I’ve learnt he cares for everyone. But his daughter will always be his top priority.” Luther muses softly, watching you cross to Ethan before glancing at Ilsa whose attention had fallen to him.

“I expect as much, she means a lot to him.” Ilsa says, her gaze drifting back over to you and Ethan, watching how Ethan tugged you into a gentle hug and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. It was obvious to anyone that Ethan cared about you a lot.

“She means the world to him. But I also know that Ethan cares a lot about you as well.” Luther then says, also watching your interaction with Ethan and he could tell that the hug alone had helped bring yours and Ethan’s moods up a little. Upon realising what Luther had said, Ilsa directed her attention back to him, curious to know more.

As Ilsa and Luther continued to talk, you had moved to join Ethan at the window, watching the people of London hurry down the streets like their lives depended on it.

“Are you ever jealous of people like that? Not having to worry about saving the world more times than anyone can count?” You ask quietly, glancing at your dad as his gaze remains fixed on the world outside. You knew he had a normal life before the IMF, but he never spoke about it. Not to you at least.

“Very rarely.” Is the most you get from your father in response to your question and you don’t dare to push any further.

“When we find out where Walker and Lane are heading, we’re going to head out as soon as possible.” Ethan then says, glancing briefly over at you as you nod lightly, inhaling sharply to try and subdue your nerves.

“Okay.” You mumble, not once objecting when Ethan gently reaches out for you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you into his side like Ilsa had done moments before.

“Hey guys not to disturb you or anything but I’ve got a location.” Benji then says, rushing through the room with his laptop perched precariously on his hand as he rushes to the table Luther and Ilsa were sat at with your dad following behind quickly, leaving you stood by the window. You knew you should probably join the team so you could at the very least be aware of where you were going and what the plan was, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move, your eyes drifting to the bustling people below and muttering quietly to yourself.

“Sometimes I’m jealous of them.”

When you eventually joined the group, you found out that you were heading to a medical camp near the Siachen Glacier. As you make the journey to the location, Ilsa soon figures out that Walker and Lane are planning on setting off the nuclear bombs so that the water supply of India, Pakistan, and China would be contaminated which could lead to a huge loss of life. As the car you were all in approaches the medical camp, you started to feel tense and nervous again. You felt like something was going to go wrong, especially with Walker and Lane potentially at the camp. As the car pulled to a stop, you all took a moment to put a comm in before climbing out of the vehicle.

“Let’s split up, I’ll check this tent while you guys’ fan out and let everyone know if you find anything. y/n, stay in someone’s sight at all times.” Ethan says, glancing at everyone in turn before focusing on you as you nod, all too used to that phrase by now.

“Got it.” You say as the rest of the team nods in agreement, and you all begin to take off, scanners in hand ready to search for the bombs before you heard something that stopped you all in your tracks.

“Ethan?”

“Julia?” All of you stopped in your tracks upon hearing your dad speak, and you turned around to see him and a woman face to face. You didn’t recognise the woman at all, and therefore had no idea how she knew your dad. You turned to look at Benji and Luther to see if they recognised her and to your shock you saw them exchanging a knowing yet concerned look with each other. Tearing your gaze from the two, you looked back at your dad.

Ethan was shocked at seeing Julia again. It had been years since he last saw her. He had to split up with her for her own protection and now she was in danger because of him again. Before Ethan could say anything, he heard a male voice calling out to Julia and Ethan looked over in the direction of the voice and saw a man approaching with a smile before he looked back at Julia.

“Does he know?” Ethan asks quickly, formulating a lie in his head when Julia shakes her head no. The man reaches Julia, standing alongside her as she wrapped an arm around him.

“This is my husband, Eric.” Julia introduces the man to Ethan as both men smiled, reaching out to shake hands.

“Rob Thorne. Doctor Rob Thorne.” Ethan’s faux name leaves his mouth easily, no hesitation as he shakes hands with Eric.

As Ethan and Eric converse, Julia finds her eyes wandering, catching a glimpse of four people watching the three talk and her smile soon shifts when she recognises Benji and Luther. She didn’t recognise the woman at all, and she couldn’t stop the raised eyebrow that occurred when she caught sight of a young girl among the ranks. She glanced back over at Ethan, catching the tail end of Eric talking about their guardian angel who helped out with them being here in the first place and she didn’t miss how Ethan’s expression faltered and she knew that him being here, along with the presence of Benji and Luther, that there was danger.

Just after Eric dismissed himself from the conversation, disappearing into the medical tent just behind Ethan, he turned to Julia who glanced back in the direction of you and the rest of the team before looking back at Ethan.

“I didn’t know the IMF was hiring kids now.” Julia says, no malice in her tone but clear worry and protectiveness over you despite not knowing you.

“No, y/n’s not IMF. She’s my daughter.” Ethan says, briefly glancing your way and seeing you and the others still watching the interaction.

“You have a daughter?” Julia asks, puzzled and not at all anticipating that answer from Ethan.

“It’s a long story, Julia. I am so sorry.” Ethan mutters as he pulls Julia into a hug before taking off with his team leaving Julia alone to worry about what dangers could await her.

After your dad left the conversation with Julia you could tell there was an added tension in the air. You had no idea who Julia was, but you could tell she was someone your dad cared about deeply which only added fuel to his fire. The five of you, using your scanners, search the camp for the bombs and eventually stumble across one and when you see Luther open it, the situation becomes ten times more real for you and you inhale shakily, eyes fixed on the nuclear weapon in front of you. You’re vaguely aware of the team talking about their next move but none of it was really processing in your head at all. The only thing that shook you out of your thoughts and focused your attention was your dad gently taking you by the shoulders and ducking down so he was in your line of sight.

“y/n, listen to me carefully. I need you to find Julia and tell her and her husband to start getting people out of here in case things go wrong. And then you’re going to ask her to take you with her.” Ethan instructs, watching you carefully as your eyebrows furrow and you shake your head.

“Dad no I’m not leaving you.” You insist, not wanting to leave him.

“It’s safer this way, trust me. We don’t have time to argue about this, you need to go. If we stop Walker, I’ll find you, I promise.” Your dad says hurriedly, briefly glancing behind you to look at Luther who was glancing between the bomb and Ethan. Without responding to your dad’s words, you hugged him tight before turning around and running back the way you had come from in the first place in search of Julia.

Searching a whole medical camp for Julia turned out to be a mammoth task. You’d only seen her from a distance, so you were desperately trying to remember some of her features, so you’d recognise her when you saw her.

After searching the first tent that your dad had been stood outside when he saw Julia and getting no results, even after asking around, you went to head back outside and as you rushed around, eyes surveying the people walking around, you ran straight into someone’s chest, nearly sending you stumbling back to the floor had the person’s hands not shot out to steady you.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-” You start to say, a thank you readying itself on your tongue, but your words faltered when you looked up and realised who it was you bumped into just as their grip on your shoulders tightened.

“Hello junior.” Walker said, an evil grin covering his face as your expression shifts to one of fear as you attempt to pull away, every attempt futile as Walker holds on to you with a grip so tight, you’re sure not even the strongest person in the world could get out of it if they tried. Knowing you stood no chance of getting free from Walker’s iron grip, the next plan in your head was to just scream bloody murder and hope your dad heard you somehow. However, Walker seemed to know your next move before you even made it and wound one hand around you after pulling your comm out while the other clasped across your mouth, muffling any screams that left your mouth as he pulled you towards one of two helicopters and harshly shoved you on one while yelling at the pilot to take off, quickly restraining you to the seat as the helicopter begins to take off. You had no idea why Walker was taking you or where, but you did know that you were scared. You had no clue if your dad even knew you were gone and that thought scared you more than anything else.

“You know, you’d be a good addition to my group. With Ethan out of the way and a bit of training, you’ll make a fine addition to our ranks.” Walker says, leaning towards your ear, his voice making an uncomfortable shiver run down your spine as you lean away, glaring at him.

“I’d never work for you.” You spit venomously, willing your glare not to falter when Walker just chuckles menacingly in response.

“Oh, we have ways to break you down.” Walker says, his threatening words hanging in the air as your strong façade begins to crumble and true terror began to cling at you. You had only seen a small bit of Walker’s violent tendencies. You knew he had been the one to kill Hunley, but you could tell that if he really wanted something, he’d stop at nothing until he got it. The further the helicopter travelled from the medical camp the more worried you got. You just wanted your dad.

It appeared that someone watching over you felt particularly generous because you could’ve sworn you could have cried when you caught a glimpse of the other helicopter being piloted by your dad. Walker was looking the opposite way to you so thankfully your dad was able to move out of his view before he turned around. You had no idea what your dad’s plan was, but you knew he at the very least had the foundation of a plan even if it wasn’t a fully fleshed out one.

When you felt the helicopter shake, you began to figure out what your dad’s plan was. He was trying to disable the helicopter as best he can without causing it to crash horrifically so he wouldn’t hurt you. You weren’t one hundred percent sure about how your dad was going to achieve it, but you trusted him. Walker of course caught on to what your dad was attempting to do and leant behind him, grabbing a large gun and positioning it ready to fire at your dad but before he did anything he turned to face you, jaw clenched and a mix of anger and madness in his eyes.

“You try anything, and your ass is out of this helicopter.” He hisses lowly, his words enough to strike fear into you so you don’t try to stop him. All you could do was watch helplessly as Walker attempted to shoot your dad down. You longed to do something, anything to stop him but you knew he’d follow through on his threat. Thankfully, being in a moving helicopter meant Walker’s aim was not as accurate as he’d like it to be. However, he managed to get a few lucky hits on the helicopter rotors which caused terror to leap into your stomach as you watch the helicopter rotors set on fire. You wished you could help your dad somehow, but you were completely powerless to help, if you tried anything, Walker would be quicker and would have no qualms about throwing you out of the helicopter without so much as a second thought. Knowing your dad was going to move on to a potential plan b, you mentally prepped yourself for whatever it was that he came up with.

It turned out your dad’s master plan was to crash his helicopter into Walker’s. Thankfully, you had your seatbelt on and so when the now destroyed vehicle had stopped rolling down the mountain, you hadn’t sustained any serious injuries. Your ribs were aching, and you could taste blood on your lip, but you figured that was the worst of it. Thinking it was safe to attempt an escape when part of the helicopter broke and burning oil started to pour on Walker’s face, you unbuckled your seatbelt and went to move but it was quickly obvious to you that the helicopter hadn’t stopped somewhere safe for you to get out and soon the helicopters were both plummeting again and this time you flew out of the damaged helicopter and landed quite painfully on your side, aggravating the pain that was already settled in your side. Sitting up, you blinked rapidly to clear the blurriness from your eyes from where you had more than likely hit your head against the floor. Noticing your dad begin to get to his feet you scramble to stand up, instantly making your way over to him.

“y/n, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Ethan asks instantly, noticing your bloody lip and surveying you for any further injuries.

“I’ll live.” Is all you say in response as Ethan glances over your shoulder, noticing Walker getting to his feet and without hesitation pushing you behind him.

“Stay behind me.” Ethan says protectively, positioning himself in front of you so you were fully blocked from Walker’s view. You were frozen in place watching the two men fight and grapple for the detonator. You knew you could try and get the detonator, maybe you’d be able to figure out how to deactivate it, but you knew if you got it, you’d quickly become a target to Walker and given his sheer size and stature, you stood no chance.

When your dad and Walker were hovering dangerously close to the edge of the cliff, you darted towards the two men. Whether you were aiming to grab the detonator or attempt to haul your dad away from the edge you hadn’t decided but the moment you got there, Walker was beginning to topple over the edge and his hands instinctively reach out to grab anything to keep him steady, unfortunately that happened to be you and your dad. The three of you fell over the cliffside and thankfully you and your dad were able to grab onto the cord of the hook from one of the helicopters that was hanging suspended on the cliffside. Unfortunately, Walker had also managed to grab onto the cord as well and all three of you began to attempt to climb up the cord, hoping the hook wouldn’t slip. As you climbed up the cord, you felt something grab your foot and you looked down to see Walker clinging to your foot, getting a full view of his burnt face and evil grin as you attempted to wiggle your foot free, head swimming with nothing but panic. You looked up at your dad who had noticed you weren’t right behind him and saw the look of pure terror in your eyes as Walker clung to you gleefully. Without saying a word Ethan was able to communicate with you, his eyes told you everything you needed to know. All you had to do was relax and remember what you had been taught. With newfound determination, you looked back down at Walker, using your free foot to kick him in the face. It took three blows to the head to finally loosen his grip and cause him to slip further down the cord, giving you and your dad time to climb.

“y/n when you get up move away from the edge and don’t try anything. Okay?” Ethan says as he temporarily stops climbing, moving around the cord so you could climb past him.

“What?” You question, stopping in your climbing efforts but Ethan encourages you to keep going, watching as you near the top.

“Just move away from the edge and the cord. Trust me.” Ethan says up to you, watching as you reach the top, looking down and nodding at his words before hauling yourself back onto the top of the cliff. You force yourself to your feet, wincing at the hot pain that flares up in your foot but carry out your dad’s wishes, limping away from the edge and the cord and anxiously awaiting what was going to happen.

All of a sudden, the hook came flying loose from the rock it had latched onto, sending it flying over the edge and you hear the sound of the helicopter plummeting to the ground.

“Dad!” You cry out, limping hurriedly back over to the edge but stopping yourself to save yourself from looking over the edge and seeing your dad missing. As your eyes flick down to the detonator, you realise you need to figure out how to deactivate the bombs and just as you go to move closer to the item, a hand reaches up and grabs the detonator and then soon you see your dad’s head pop up over the edge, making your eyes immediately well up with relieved tears.

“Dad, you’re okay!” You breathe out, limping over to him and helping him back up onto the cliff, noticing his injuries and watching him worriedly as he doesn’t have any energy to sit up at all.

“Is the detonator…?”

“Done. It’s done.” Ethan manages to say, his voice weak as he lies on his back, barely able to keep his eyes open as you ease yourself down to be kneeling next to him.

“Hey, you gotta keep your eyes open, dad. Someone will find us, but you have to stay awake. That’s what you always say, right? Always keep them conscious. That applies to you as well dad. Come on. Please?” You begin pleading when you notice your dad’s eyes slip shut. When your words and gentle nudges do nothing to bring him back to consciousness you swore you could feel bile rising in your throat at the thought of your dad dying in front of you. You frantically try to remember everything you’d been taught by your dad and his team and immediately pulled your coat off, lying it over your dad to keep him warm as you fight back a shiver as the cold mountain air immediately hits your skin. You had no idea if help was coming nor if they’d be able to find you up on this mountain, but you did know that you had to keep your dad alive no matter what.

As you checked your dad’s pulse and fight back a frown at his light breaths, you hear helicopter rotors and perk up, hoping and praying it’s someone who’s come to save you. A helicopter soon hovers in your line of sight and as it eases itself down to land on the cliff, you’re relieved to see people you remember seeing around the medical camp instead of people who worked for Walker.

“Take him first.” You insist, forcing yourself to your feet as the medics ease your dad onto a stretcher and ease him onto the helicopter as you limp along behind them, climbing in with the help of another medic who helps ease you down onto a seat. As the medics begin their treatment on your dad, one of them removes your coat and hands it to you.

“No, my dad needs it.” You say, moving to push the coat back to the medic before the man sat next to you takes the coat and turning to you.

“He’ll be okay now. Giving him the coat definitely helped while he was exposed to the elements, but he’ll be okay from now on.” The man says softly, holding your coat out for you to take which you do so gently, draping the coat over your lap.

“Your dad will be just fine, we’ll do our best for him and once we’ve landed my wife will check you over, it looked like you were limping. Am I right?” The man then says, glancing over at you while you nod hesitantly.

“I’ll only let someone check my ankle if my dad is checked first.” You say firmly, locking eyes with the man as he nods.

“Well my wife knows your dad so I think it would be best for her to check your ankle while we work on your dad, so she doesn’t stress herself out worrying.” He says, a gentle smile gracing his face as he watches you nod again, this time with less hesitation.

“I’m Eric, by the way. Sometimes knowing someone’s name can help you feel a bit more comfortable.” Eric introduces himself to you, his smile never fading as you shyly give him your own name.

Eric kept you company and kept your mind off your dad for the helicopter journey, the moment the helicopter made contact with the ground the medics working on your dad were instantly easing the stretcher out and rushing to the nearest medical tent as you watched on.

“Come on, kid. We’ll find Julia and she can check you over.” Eric says, helping you limp your way over to the medical tent and quickly locating his wife, calling her over and pulling her gaze away from Ethan.

“Eric, what’s happened?” Julia asks worriedly, crossing to her husband and gently grabbing his arms, looking back at Ethan before looking at you.

“I don’t know what’s happened fully, but I need you to check y/n over. She’s been limping and I don’t know if she’s sustained any other injuries.” Eric says quickly, his focus not leaving Julia as he calms her down. Once Julia has calmed down, Eric helps you sit down in the tent before dismissing himself to check on your dad. As Julia crouches down, easing your trouser leg up and helping you ease your shoe off you hear the worried voices of the team and your head shoots up, locking eyes with them the moment they all enter the tent.

“y/n, oh my god you’re alive.” Benji says first, rushing over to you and embracing you without a second thought, making you wince at the ferocity as your ribs scream in pain.

“Benji, my ribs.” Is all you need to say and Benji immediately let’s go, apologising profusely.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Ilsa crosses to you next, gently taking your hand and squeezing it softly as you look up at her.

“Please go and check on dad. You guys should be with him.” You say and Benji and Ilsa both nod, going off in search of your dad while Luther grabs a chair and eases himself down next to Julia.

“Luther, you should go and check on dad too.” You say, wincing as Julia applies a bit of pressure to the tender part of your ankle.

“I’m staying here Lil’ Hunt.” Luther says as he shakes his head, refusing to move.

“Lil’ Hunt? Is that his nickname for you or did your dad start that one?” Julia asks, glancing up at you as she grabs the bandage to wrap around your ankle.

“That was all Luther. He’s been calling me that ever since I could remember.” You say with a small smile, the fondness of the nickname never lost on you.

“So Luther’s been in your life a while then?” Julia muses as she busies herself with binding your ankle.

“Benji too. Ever since I was born.” You say with a nod as Julia looks up at you after completing what she was doing before looking over her shoulder at Luther.

“You poor girl. Putting up with those three must be tough.” Julia says, a small breathy laugh escaping your lips as Luther rolls his eyes.

“It’s not too bad, if you don’t count all the missions.” You shrug, not wanting to insult your family too much.

“Well… I’m glad you’re happy with them. You seem like a good kid. Ethan’s done a good job with you.” Julia says as you slide your shoe back on, wincing at your rib pain once more before you straighten up. You didn’t know your dad’s history with Julia, but you could tell that they had been close at one point. Maybe you’d get answers another day but for now, just meeting Julia was enough.

“Let me check your ribs because I heard you mention them earlier and you’ve been wincing a lot when you’ve moved around.” Julia then says, tending to your ribs and concluding you most likely had one or two that were broken and warned you to take it easy for the next few days to ensure they healed properly. As Julia finished up her examination after cleaning the cut on your lip, Benji comes rushing in to inform you that Ethan was waking up and all three of you were quickly on your feet and Luther was helping you limp over to where your dad had been taken to and when you got there, Julia had joined Eric in checking Ethan over and making sure he was okay while you and the team stood to the side. After Eric and Julia had finished talking to Ethan, Ilsa took their place, and you watched their interactions with a soft smile. You knew your dad truly cared for Ilsa and you could tell she cared for him too, you just hoped something would become of it so your dad could be happy.

“y/n, come here.” You’re snapped out of your thoughts by your dad’s soft voice and look over at him to see him watching you with a small smile, lightly gesturing for you to join him which you do so without hesitation.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve been more careful. I-”

“Sweetheart, stop apologising. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Ethan says softly, reaching up and cupping your cheek to get you to focus on him and stop talking.

“But… Walker got me and then you almost died.” You say, tears springing to your eyes as you think of how close you had gotten to losing your dad.

“Walker getting you wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known he was there. And I’m okay. We both are. I promise.” Ethan promises, his soft smile never leaving his face as you sniffle and nod, trusting your dad’s words.

“We’re okay.” You echo as Ethan removes his hand from your cheek and you glance back at the team, all of them wearing similar soft smiles.

You were all okay. Walker was dead and Lane was recaptured. The mission had been another success.

You wished luck to whoever your family went up against for their next mission because you knew your family would win against all odds. Whoever tried to end the world or cause a war wouldn’t know what hit them and your dad and his team would come out on top like they always did. Any enemies stood no chance and you hoped they knew it.

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