#grenade L x reader angst

[hhnguyen]

aren’t you just precious

Everything medical related was a google search, so those in the medical field please don’t come for me - I was a literature major for a reason 😭

♢ Pairing: Parents!Jake & Neytiri x Oldest daughter!Reader

♢ Word count: 2k 

♢ Genre: suspense, action, angst, slight humor - Warnings: explicit description of injuries, blood, cursing, reader is a lil crazy

⌲ Description: Your iknimaya goes a little south. Aka introducing the ‘demon ikran.’

M A S T E R L I S T

Jake Sully, a marine veteran at the age of twenty-two had gone through absolute hell on earth before ever setting his disabled ass on Pandora. 

He thought he had seen the worse - comrades shot down right in front of his eyes, the blood covering their skin, blank dead eyes staring into his soul. Sometimes there were those who were actually blown to bits by bombs and grenades, screaming not even five feet away from him as they clutched their missing limbs, begging a nonexistent God for mercy.

Then there was his own injury. The pain he hardly remembered, because he had gotten to the point of delusion when they finally managed to drag him out of the war zone, half dead, and to the VA hospital.  

The incoherent words he had heard after waking up from his surgery despite his hazy vision and buzzing hearing at that time, yet the truth coming out of the doctor’s mouth had still hit him in the face like the largest ‘fuck you and your life’ to exist. 

“...ave severe spinal injury...fixable...expensive, marine.”

A severe spinal injury that was fixable but too expensive for a marine like him to afford. 

For an active man as he had been in the past, the thought of being paralyzed from the waist had been his worst nightmare to the point of being ready to waste away his life. 

Though even after all that shit, Jake Sully felt like he wanted to throw up as he stared at his oldest baby girl at the fresh age of fourteen laying there in front of him; delirious as he had once been in the same position, bleeding and bruised. 

He could only thank Eywa that your heart was still beating and your body intact. 

Well, mostly. 

The almost nauseous angle of your left wrist certainly did not look natural. And their bones were fortified, stronger than anything else to human knowledge. Yet it had managed to snap as easily as that. 

Neytiri - his beautiful, poor mate. She was distraught, one would say more so than him. Sitting only inches away from your fevering form in one of Hell’s Gate treating rooms for avatars, muttering prayers with dried tears upon her face. 

Your injuries had been so severe that not even the abilities of your grandmother, the Tsahik, could heal you solely through the spiritual power of Eywa. These kinds of injuries needed the advanced surgery of human technology. 

His other children were barred from coming inside, having been firmly ordered to remain in their village as he and Neytiri made sure that you would be okay. None of them wanted to keep them away, but neither did they want them to be traumatized by seeing your bloodied and broken form. 

A stark contrast from the smiling and proud sister that they knew. 

And yet, you had still managed to complete your iknimaya. 

Jake watched with a bated breath from the air upon Bob, his own faithful ikran through the years, as he saw the slight encouraging push Neytiri had given you on the edge of the nesting place. Your, oh so small form, looked firm and stubborn as you steadily stalked forward in a crouched form, the band for the beak held in your grasp with determination. 

He watched as one ikran flew away. Then another. And another. A third one. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth. 

He had lost count after the eleventh. 

You were getting frustrated, he could see that. Neytiri was still there, calling out for you to calm down. To be patient as he moved Bob a little bit closer, but not too much to distract you if you were to see him hovering. 

And there he was. 

Jake had seen it before you did. The vicious screech even reached him high up in the clouds and echoed above all the other ikrans. 

He felt his blood run cold as the midnight blue beast, nearly black in color with its yellow and green detailing jumped down from the highest point of the rocks and landed behind you as you whirled around with snarl of your own. 

But then as fleeting as it had been, you had grinned, taking in the magnificent animal despite its bloodthirsty aggressiveness. 

“Aren’t you just precious?” Neytiri had told him of your words in the aftermath. 

His mate hollered in encouragement, and he could hardly stop the prideful tug of his own lips. 

Rather than you leaping on the beast, Jake straightened up as he saw the ikran run at you as well. Both were only inches away from crashing, as you last minute decided to slide beneath its belly - slight enough to fit as you rolled away on the other side and then slung the catcher around its mouth swiftly before throwing yourself on its back. 

His expectations had been hopeful from that moment. Positive. But wrong, oh so wrong. 

Rather than trying to snap at you by turning, he watched in horror as the ikran seemed to have a human mind as it slammed against a stone wall, you hitting it first. 

Neytiri had screamed, already half leaping forward but stopping herself as she saw you still clinging to the beast. 

Both had thought that had been the worst of it until the ikran tried it again. This time deliberately falling backward to land on its back with a rumble, where you were hung on. 

“LET GO MA ‘ITE! LET GO!” Neytiri was yelling. Or begging. He couldn’t be sure in his own fear. 

But both of them underestimate you, as a growl mixed with what Jake had assumed to be a painful yell from yourself erupted. Legs manage to wrap around the animal’s neck despite being crushed underneath its weight. 

He saw belatedly you were only holding on to the banshee catcher with one hand as you pulled at its head hard enough to make the animal let out another vicious muted screech. 

And then you truly proved you were his daughter. 

“C’MON YOU MOTHERFUCKER. GRANDPA BOB WAS BETTER THAN THIS!”

The ikran had gotten angrier, trashing before suddenly rolling like a fucking bowling pin on the stone-covered ground. 

Towards the edge of the cliff. 

Neytiri ran, and Jake dove, both reaching out and screaming your name as you and the ikran fell off the edge. 

As his mate leaned almost desperately over the edge, Jake forced himself to draw Bob back up, only for a few seconds - not to interfere with the rite. But it was in those few seconds he felt like his heart had stopped beating. 

There was that familiar screech again. 

Then you were soaring. 

Up in a straight line, past Neytiri and him. Tsaheylu clearly made as the ikran listened to your orders. 

There was a blinding grin on your face as you soared, clearly looking for him and letting out a whoop. 

The moment your eyes caught his, Jake felt his grin slip. 

Your eyes, open just moments before suddenly rolled back. Your whole body went slack as you fell over the side, your newly bonded ikran screeching at the sudden weightless feeling as the bond broke and your body went straight down. 

Jake hadn’t heard his desperate yell, this time diving down without stopping. 

He thought you were dead when he managed to catch you and flew back up, only to have Neytiri meet him in the air on her own mount, an expression so clearly in distress. Without a word, they both made haste back to the village, your newly bonded ikran following closely behind. 

“How is she?” His voice sounded like it had gone over fifty years of smoking with no water. It felt like his whole body was weighed down with stones. 

“She’s alive,” that’s all that Max could offer with a grim expression. “She will need surgery. The momentum of her slamming repeatedly against stones with the ikran’s weight on top has managed to collapse a lung.”

Jake had never wanted to sob like a newborn baby until now. But he needed to remain calm, or at least sane. For Neytiri’s sake, and your siblings.

“Usually surgeries like these lead to long-term conditions in life, but we’re certain that with the Na’vi biology she will heal just fine without complications. But it’s the healing that will take time.”

He was nodding along, but it felt like he was far away. Only hearing a slight inconsistent sound in his ears as he watched through the see-through glass into the room where you were all connected up to tubes and an oxygen mask. 

It was so human, the whole situation of you being in a hospital bed for avatars - Jake wanted to laugh. Not in humor, but maybe in slight delusion at the situation. 

“Okay, okay…” he swallowed. “Anything else?”

His human friend was taking pity on him, Jake knew. 

Max has been there since the beginning. Seeing Jake growing his own family and now being placed in this position. “Besides the broken wrist and strained ankle, it’s mostly cuts and bruises. So she will have to wear a brace as well as remain seated for the next week or so. And check-ups every three days.“

“Yeah, we can do that,” Jake croaked. “When’s the surgery?”

“As soon as possible.”

Another nod. “Thanks, man.”

“Of course.”

He had to nearly pry Netytiri away from you as she snarled protectively. But he had to explain that she couldn’t join in on the surgery due to contamination concerns. The whole room had to be fixed to match that of a Na’vi body, the surgeons wearing oxygen masks as the space was filled with Pandora’s toxic air for your sake. 

It was an open lung surgery, Jake had been told. A risky procedure even on earth. It had taken four hours. Four hours full of anxiety and fear. 

But you had pulled through, Max said, Norm closely behind with a relieved teary smile himself. The man was like another uncle to the kids despite his avatar form. He had watched their ceremonies, rites and connections to Eywa. So to Norm, this was just like a family member to him. 

You had slept for a full day and a half after the surgery, still confined to the avatar hospital room before your eyes had fluttered open with difficulty. A cough erupted followed by your painful whine at the action.

Netytiri had hushed you gently, crouching down and stroking your hair back. Fresh tears fell at seeing you conscious again after so long, sobs breaking out as you flashed a sleepy smile at her. 

Neytiri had felt like Eywa had pulled the entirety of Pandora away from underneath her feet during the hours of your examination and surgery. Clutching Jake to her and never wanting to let go as her oldest baby was at the mercy of nature and your own will to live through. 

But she knew. 

You were strong. You always had been. And you had fought. 

Neytiri had never imagined a day when one of her biggest nightmares nearly came to pass. 

To lose one of her children. 

She would rather throw herself off the highest point on Ayram alusìng than lose one of her precious babies before their time. She believed in Eywa with her whole heart and soul and knew their beings were only borrowed and one day had to be returned. 

But Eywa would not take her children away from her until Neytiri herself agreed. 

Until that time, she would do anything to protect them. But to have it happen during one of their most treasured rites in life had prevented her from doing many things. 

Interfering for once. Because you had said so before as if knowing how horribly wrong it could go. 

“Do not stop me, mama. I can do this on my own.”

Of course, you could. And you did. 

Despite having to brush the doors to Eywa’s home yourself to succeed. 

And as your parents carefully helped you back home to the village after five days of observation at Hell’s Gate after your surgery, you couldn’t help but snicker despite the stabs of pain.  

Your mom had admonished you gently to not aggravate your wounds. Whereas your dad held back the roll of his eyes with amusement tickling the sides of his mouth. 

“Why are you laughing, flower?”

Your grin was shit-eating as you looked up at him.

“My iknimaya was so much cooler than Toruk Makto’s.”

“You little skxawng.”

I feel like I lowkey pulled this one out of my ass, but oh well. 

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[sweetyyhippyy]

Die with a Smile. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *ANGST*

Summary: Eddie and his girlfriend try to escape town from a larger Mind Flayer that is destroying town.

Word Count: 1.2k

TW: End of the world trope. Final moments alive. Mentions of gun shots and bombs. Final goodbyes. Dying.

Note: This is a song inspired fic, obviously by the title. And I also loosely inspired this off of the end of the movie Cloverfield.

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Eddie’s hand squeezes hers, tightening his grip as they run from the gunshots and explosions that were going on in the distance. 

Even though the Mind Flayer had been defeated over 2 years ago at Star Court Mall, somehow another one made its way into Hawkins, but this time this one wasn’t going down without a fight. And this one was on steroids, towering hundreds of feet in the air, reminiscent of Godzilla terrorizing Tokyo. 

The town had been destroyed both by the Mind Flayer and all of the efforts to try and take the creature down. After hours of trying to shoot it down, shooting grenades at it it was clear that nothing was going to work. The military was quick to set up evacuation of everyone in town. 

Her and Eddie rushed to one of the evacuation sites from the trailer park, getting out of there was a war zone enough. 

Eddie worried about Wayne, if he had gotten on a bus and if he hadn’t where he was and if he was safe and alive. He had hoped he had gotten out of town in the first wave. 

One of the school buses was packed with people from the town trying to evacuate, but as it was driving an explosion went off near the bus and caused the bus to crash onto its side. 

They were closer to the Mind Flayer that either of them ever wanted to be, getting caught in the crossfire of bullets and crumbling concrete. 

Her and Eddie, along with a few other people were able to escape from the bus. But they were all on their own to find a way to get as far away from town as they could before it was too late. 

“Eddie!” She yells from behind him, losing her footing in the rubble surrounding the ground in the woods. “Eddie! Wait, I need to stop for a second!” 

“We have to get out of here, baby. We have to get as far as we can.” He was determined to get her out of the blast zone that he overheard some of the military soldiers talk about. 

A large blast goes off, making the entire ground shake below the couple, making her hand slip from his and causing her to fall to the ground. 

“Oh shit.” She groans, struggling to get back up onto her feet. Her vision goes hazy from the falling dirt in the air. 

Eddie quickly rushes to her, taking a knee to look at her. “Can you get up? We just have to go a little bit further.” Carefully he helps her onto her feet, draping her arm over his shoulder. “I got you, baby. Let’s go.”

Just as Eddie is about to start walking, the air raid siren starts to echo through the air along with a loud screech from the Mind Flayer. 

“Shit.” Eddie curses to himself, freezing in place. “Shit!” He yells, the word echoing. 

The instructions were clear from the military soldier that Eddie had overheard.  

“If you hear the air raid siren, it’s too late.”

The military was planning on leveling the town in order to take down The Mind Flayer. Their hope was that all, if not most of the town’s population had evacuated to keep the casualties at a minimum. 

“Oh my god.” She grips onto Eddie’s shoulder, turning to look at her boyfriend with terror in her eyes. “W-what do we do?” 

He shakes his head, sighing loudly. “Nothing baby. This is it for us.” His large wet eyes looking into hers, no terror in his body like hers.  

Her heart drops to her stomach at the realization that this was her last moments alive. Her last moments with Eddie. 

“Can’t we take shelter somewhere?” 

“No baby. The bomb they’re going to set off is going to make Hawkins something people only read about in books. There’s no saving ourselves anymore.” 

Eddie looks at his girlfriend, her forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat, dirt, and blood causing her hairs to stick to it. This was going to be the lasting image of the girl he had loved for the better part of 3 years. 

“Eddie… I don’t want to die.” Her voice breaks at the end as she swallows sobs. 

He helps her onto the ground, sitting next to her and hugging her close to his body. “I know, sweetheart.” His own eyes filling with tears that he blinks back, kissing her hair. “I don’t want to go either. But we don’t have much of a choice.”

From up above their heads, multiple helicopters fly away from town, the military getting away before dropping the bomb that would wipe Hawkins off the face of the earth. 

“But guess what?” He unhooks himself from her and grabs her face. “I get to stare into those beautiful eyes of yours before I go. Somehow that makes it all the more worth it to me.” 

Tears start to flow down her cheeks as they sit together, studying every inch of each other's face to commit it to memory. 

“At least I get to be with you.” She says, holding his hand tight. 

“I love you baby. This isn’t how we should be ending things, but I’m so glad that I’m with you.” Eddie says to her as he presses a kiss to her lips firmly. 

“I love you, Eddie. Love you so much.” She sniffles, letting her sobs out fully. “Eddie, I'm so scared.” 

He was terrified too, but he didn’t want to show her how scared he was and send her into a full blown panic attack. “I got you the whole time, sweetheart. You don’t have to be scared.” 

She shuffles her body in between his legs, cuddling into his torso while he wraps his arms around her. 

“Love you so much, baby. Love you so much.” He repeats in her ear over and over, tears rolling down his cheeks now that she wasn’t looking at him. 

Her grasp against his jacket gets stronger as the Mind Flayer continually screeches in the distance and the ground shakes each time it walks. 

A loud woosh from overhead makes both of them look up at the hazy night sky, several planes soar in the sky toward town followed by a large explosion and debris flying around both of them. 

She screams as large branches start to snap from above and land next to them, making her squeeze her eyes closed. “Eddie!” 

Eddie squeezes her tighter into his chest, trying to shield her as best he can. “I got you, baby. I’m right here.” 

Everything around them gets louder, more and more explosions booming, some of them sounding close to them. Debris falls into her lap, Eddie yelping in pain as some of it hits his back. 

“I love you, Eddie!” 

“I love yo-,” A loud whistle from above their heads interrupts Eddie, followed by the sound of a tree snapping from behind them. 

Both of them knew this was truly it. 

She looks up at Eddie, tears clouding her view of him. “I’ll see you soon, baby.” 

Eddie grabs her face, nestling it in his palm. “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

[gingiesworld]

Can you do Natasha with Male reader?

Where male reader it's normal agent who love giving natasha lunch just to be good work friend but natasha end up falling for him and she hate that she trusting new people so she try to avoid reader. But it's fail so she start insulting reader in front other agent's and that make reader stop bothering her.

You can choose how this end (sad or happy ending)... Thank you :)

You're Pathetic

Natasha Romanoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Angst. Death.

18+ MINORS DNI

Agent Y/L/N was just an average SHIELD Agent, working as hard as he could to keep the civilians safe from unknown threats. On the off chance he came across on of the higher agents, he made sure that his uniform was ironed and crease free. Always wanting to make a first impression. Even after the missions he had spent with her, he became smitten.

Natasha would never admit it but she was moved by the lunches and the drinks he would bring her. Leaving her office with a have a good day and his charming smile. Although Natasha was wired different, she was trained that love is for children.

"So, who is the guy?" Maria asked as she smirked at the pacing red head before her. Natasha had found refuge in one of her best friend's offices.

"Agent Y/L/N." Natasha sighed as she stopped to face Maria. "Don't look at me like that." She scolded as Maria took a deep breath.

"All I am seeing is Y/L/N getting you lunch and drinks. Making small conversations and asking how you are." Maria summed up as Natasha smirked. "He is being the man every woman has ever dreamed of."

"I know." Nat finally took a seat. "I just hate this feeling."

"You're falling for him." Maria stated as Nat held her face in her hands.

"I have fallen for him." Nat whispered, her eyes glistening. "But what if he wants a family?"

"There's always adoption." Maria stated.

"A biological family?" Natasha corrected as Maria have her a gentle smile.

"If he really cares for you, he wouldn't care about how you have children. He would only care about spending his life with you." She told her honestly. Nat just sighed, knowing she was right. Deciding to head to her own office and taking a seat, only to hear a knock on her door, just like clock work.

"You need your strength Romanoff." He smiled as he place the peanut butter and jelly down with a soda before leaving her be.

He was right, she had her training this afternoon. Teaching the new recruits. Which as she was in the middle of observing the recruits as they trained. Observing their forms during combat and making note as Y/N walked in the door with a smile on his face and a water in his hand.

"This has to stop Y/L/N!" She told him as his smile fell.

"I just wanted to make sure you're hydrated." He told her honestly as he looked at the bottle.

"You are pathetic. A pathetic excuse for an agent." Natasha tried to stop as she watched his eyes go from full of happiness to void of any emotion. "I'm surprised you haven't been killed yet with how pathetic you are."

"Goodbye Romanoff." He spoke emotionless, the other agents watched as he walked out of the training room. Natasha's heart broke as he walked out with slumped shoulders.

For days, her outburst was talk among the agents. A lot of them talking about the pathetic agent. It wasn't until a few weeks later she had noticed is absence. Of course she knew Maria also had a mission but it wasn't until she overheard a conversation among a small group of agents.

"That pathetic agent tried to be a hero." One of them snickered. "He thought by jumping on the grenade he would save everyone. I think everyone would have rather died than be wearing that pathetic loser."

Natasha ran straight for Maria, wanting to know that what she heard isn't true. That was when she walked in on Maria sniffling, looking up as she heard Nat close the door.

"Is Y/N?" Nat tried. She couldn't even bring herself to say it.

"I'm so sorry." Maria whispered as she let her tears fall. "No one knew he was going to do it. I guess he's not so pathetic now is he?" Her words soon laced with venom, cutting Nat off as she tried to speak. "He was far from pathetic Natasha and you know it. You let those recruits hear your harsh words to him when all he wanted was to be there for you. Do you know what his last words were?" Nat just shook her head as she took every word. "He told me, hopefully this mission might just prove his worth." Nat wiped her eyes as Maria berated her. "Truth is, he never needed to prove his worth. We already knew what kind of agent he was. No, we knew what kind of man he was. He was kind, gentle, sweet and caring, but he only had eyes for you. He was in love with you and you ripped his heart out. You set him up for his death because he thought in that moment, sacrificing his life was worth saving other agents who also questioned his worth on the team. Do you know I had to take an hour long shower to wash all of the blood and dust from my body, the blood wasn't even my own. I just washed him away like he was nothing. Just like you did."

"Maria." Nat tried as Maria shook her head.

"Get out." She ordered as she turned back to her report. Writing about the moment Y/N had sacrificed himself. Nat walked through the halls hearing how people still called him pathetic.

"He was a hero. Y/L/N was far from pathetic so I suggest you all shut the fuck up and get back to your designated stations." She yelled before she slammed her office door. Collapsing to the floor as her world imploded. Tears falling from her eyes and she didn't even bother to try and hide them or wipe them away. Wishing she could have done something different. Told him how she really felt and not let her head get in the way. Now she was just too late and she hated herself for what she had done.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Temple Run - Indiana Jones X GN Reader

Title: Temple Run

Indiana Jones X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Indiana Jones's father (Mentioned), Reader's father, Reader's mother (Mentioned), Monty Shaw (OC), Aaron Tucker (OC), Theo Black (OC), Michael March (OC) (Mentioned), Sallah, Fayah, Sallah's kids (Mentioned), and random people/men (Mentioned)

Requested by Anon (thank you so much for requesting! You know who you are ;) Sorry if it's a bit long. I got a bit carried away with this XD)

WC: 10,688 (I am so sorry)

Jawhara = Jewel | Habibi = Darling (Arabic)

Warnings: Human remains (mentioned), teasing, taunting, fighting (physically and verbally), enemies to friends to lovers, awkwardness, nervousness, embarrassment, movie references, yelling, insults, name-calling (nothing bad), death, Indiana Jones booby traps, sandstorms, knife/dagger mentioned, guns, killing, attempted murder, snakes, property damage, fear of heights, explosives mentioned, injuries, bruises mentioned, animal abuse (snakes don't like fire), blood, grenade mentioned, angst, cute, and fluff

Stacking the papers around you in a neat pile, you grabbed the last small stack, placing it away in its folder. You were hard at work, filing away reports and sending them to their respective departments. You worked at a federal government agency in Connecticut, and you were the head of your team; the captain of sorts. You worked as both a forensic scientist and a forensic archaeologist; both fields required extensive knowledge about osteology, human remains, and ancient civilizations. Back in school, you were considered a genius; your academic prowess far exceeded many of your classmates’ grades. As a graduate of Yale University with honors, you earned multiple offers of internships, but you declined every one of them; you enjoyed working alone and being on your own, but your father was adamant that you make some social connections. In fact, after some persuading, he got you a job where you were working now.

As you were filing yet another folder, a knock sounded at your office door, slowly the door opened; peeking their head in. "Uh, Doctor L/N, someone by the name of Mr. Shaw wants to speak with you." Your secretary, Ella, announced, making you look from your papers.

"Do they have an appointment?" You asked, voice monotone as Ella bit her lip.

"No, Doctor."

You sighed, dropping the papers as you rubbed your temple with your fingers. "Miss Hart, you know how I feel about walk-ins. They have to make an appointment to speak with me." You explained and Ella nodded, shutting the door, the click-clacking of her heels against the floor fading, only for it to come back more rushed as your office doors were slammed open. 

Shocked and wide-eyed, you watched as a man in the three-piece gray suit sauntered in like he owned the place; his cane hitting the ground with each step. The handle, gold and shiny, in the shape of an eagle's head. Beyond annoyed, you stood up from your desk, your hands placed firmly on it as you stared up at the man. "What's the meaning of you barging into my office?" You asked, anger evident in your tone as the man leaned back onto his heels with a smirk on his face.

"I just wanted to see if I could meet you." His voice was smooth and deep, "I've heard about your work, Doctor L/N. And might I say, I'm impressed." His British accent seemed to roll off of him like honey.

"And who might you be?" You asked, standing up straight as you clenched your fists.

The man in front of you adjusted the lapels of his jacket, before straightening his silk tie, "My name is Monty Charleston Shaw, and I have a proposition for you. Believe me, you'll want to hear it."

Staring at the man, you narrowed your eyes. Your mind was screaming at you to send him away, but your heart was curious. You've made up your mind. Gesturing to the chair in front of your desk, Monty sat down with a grin. "What's the proposition, Mr. Shaw?" You asked, sitting down in your own chair, your fingers fidgeting with the cold leather.

Monty cleared his throat, producing a creme envelope from the inside jacket pocket; sliding it towards you on your desk. "I have a special team heading to Egypt in two weeks to excavate the hidden remains of a forgotten prince. Prince Huaphris." He began, as you furrowed your eyebrows, opening the wax-sealed envelope to find a plane ticket inside. "It is said that Prince Huaphris was buried in a hidden tomb somewhere. My first team had unearthed a secret temple near the Nile, and we suspect he was hidden there. I need your expertise in finding Prince Huaphis and his treasure." He finished, leaving you intrigued, yet hesitant.

"Is this legit?" You asked, gesturing to the envelope, only for Monty to nod.

"Of course, Doctor. I'm certified by the board of the Smithsonian. Whatever we recover goes straight to the museum, and after, you'll be rewarded for your help."

You felt like a fish out of the water as you tried to speak, flabbergasted, "I don't really have the funds for a trip like this, Mr. Shaw. Especially one happening in two weeks."

Monty raised a hand, before placing it back on his cane. "Do not fret, Doctor. All expenses are covered. Flight to and from, hotel, and food. You'll be well taken care of."

You pursed your lips, "All expenses?" 

Monty nodded again, a grin on his face as you thought it quickly over. What did you have to lose?

"When does the plane leave?"

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Walking out on the runway, you spot the private plane in the distance. Beside you, one of Monty's drivers was carrying your luggage. "This way, Doctor. Mr. Shaw is waiting for you." He spoke, as you notice Mr. Shaw and four other men with him.

Monty turned to you as you approached, hands clasping his cane as he grinned widely. "Ah, Doctor! Thought you'd changed your mind. I want you to meet part of the team." He spoke, gesturing to the four men.

"These two, Mr. Aaron Tucker and Theo Black. Mr. Tucker is an expert in ancient civilizations while Mr. Black is an expert in hieroglyphics." He spoke, signaling to a tallish man, you presumed was Mr. Tucker, with shaggy blonde hair. And, Mr. Black, a noticeable scar on his face, passing down his eyebrow and onto his cheek. "And this is Mr. Michael March, he's the photographer and journalist. He'll be taking note of everything that happens." Mr. Shaw spoke about the man with a camera around his neck, his circle glass slightly askew on his face, blue eyes piercing. "Lastly, we have Doctor Indiana Jones. Archaeologist. You may have heard of his work for the National Museum."

You turned to the famed doctor, giving him a once over with a slight frown, "Yes, I have." You said shortly, before turning back to Monty. 

Still grinning, Monty let out a laugh, "Well, let the journey begin. We have a long flight in front of us!" He spoke, before the five of you headed onto the plane.

Finding a spot near a window, you buckled and shuffled in your seat to get comfortable. You rubbed your thighs nervously, covered by your tan pants. You tried to dress as well as you could, knowing Egypt was going to be unbearably hot. You brought some sweaters for the cold nights, but for the sweating days, you brought tons of breathable shirts, pants, and your favorite pair of boots. You were about to read the book you brought with you, after all the trip was going to take forever, but you were surprised to see Indiana Jones sitting right across from you. You watched as he also got comfortable before he looked at you. You ignored his staring to go back to your book, feeling yourself getting dragged into the story before you heard him clear his throat. You looked up, eyes meeting his as he gave you a grin.

"So, you've heard of me, but I've never heard of you..." He trailed off, waiting for your name.

"L/N. Doctor L/N." You said, looking back down at your book.

Indiana's grin turned into a smirk, "Hmm, Doctor. I heard Shaw say that. What are you a doctor of, if I may ask?" He asked, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his seat.

"I am a doctor of Forensic Science and Forensic Archaeology. Specializing in examining and analyzing evidence from crime scenes. And, I specialize in my archaeological skills to assist with the location and recovery of human remains... I got my PhDs at the age of twenty-two, so it wouldn't surprise me if you had heard of me. Doctor." You replied curtly, keeping your gaze glued to the book.

Indiana shrugged, "I guess so." He muttered under his breath as a smile played upon his lips. Indiana was intrigued. He wanted to know more about you. You were quick-witted, and obviously incredibly smart. A fact Indiana liked. But, you were stubborn and didn't seem willing to share anything that wasn't relevant to what you were doing. If it weren't for his curiosity, Indiana would have stopped talking to you already. But, he couldn't resist the pull of a good conversation.

After a few more minutes of silence, Indiana spoke up again, "So, L/N, do you have a first name?" He asked, making you glance up at him briefly before turning a page in your book.

"What could you possibly gain from knowing my first name, Doctor Jones?" You asked, raising a brow as he smirked.

"Call me Indiana, please." He requested, holding out his hand as he flashed a winning smile.

Hesitating for a moment, you slowly put your book down in your lap, "I'll stick to Doctor Jones. Now, tell me why you're asking so many questions?" Ignoring his request for a handshake.

Indiana dropped his hand to his lap, clearing his throat. Your dismissal of his handshake threw him off a bit. "We are going to be working with each other for two months. Might as well get to know a fellow Doctor." He smiled, leaning forward a little.

You nodded, thinking about what he said for a second before looking up at him again, "Okay, I suppose I can give you my name, but only if you answer me something, Doctor Jones."

His smile widened as he leaned back into his chair, "Alright, Doctor, shoot."

"Are you going to be exasperating me the entire trip?"

Indiana let out a laugh, "Exasperating? After I find out your name, I'm taking a well-deserved nap."

You raised your book back up, covering your mouth as you hid your light smile, "Names Y/N."

Indiana sat back with a grin, satisfied. "Y/N." He tested your name out, only for you to look up at him with your tired, half-lidded eyes.

"Doctor L/N to you, Doctor Jones." You corrected, watching as Indiana just hummed, leaning his head back and placing his hat over his eyes.

"Doctor L/N it is then."

~~~

Clutching your seat's armrests as the plane jolted around slightly as it landed, you let out a sigh as you closed your book, slipping it into your brown leather satchel. Looking across from you, Indiana was still sleeping, his hat covering his eyes; chest softly rising up and down. Rolling your eyes, you stood up, leaning over to flick the rim of his hat up, waking him suddenly. Indiana gave you a glare as you just ignored him, grabbing your suitcase and leaving the plane. Stepping down the steps, you breathed in the air, smiling at the world around you. You haven't been to Egypt in a long time.

Rushing over to you, Monty gave you a smile, "Doctor, the vans will take you to the hotel. We only have three, so you'll have to double up. If you don't mind." He added, glancing over at the vans that awaited you.

"Of course not." You responded, grabbing your suitcase and walking towards the car. Once you arrived, you climbed into the backseat and sat down, putting your suitcase at your feet. "How long will it be until we reach Cairo?" You asked the driver, as he adjusted the rear-view mirror.

"Less than an hour."

You nodded and sat back, only to see the door beside you open, watching in dismay as Indiana took a seat next to you. 

"Great. The other vans weren’t good enough for you, Doctor?" You mumbled irritatedly, as Indiana sat his own suitcase at his feet.

Indiana gave you a grin, "Well, Doctor, Mr. Shaw, and the photographer already claimed a van while those other two took the other."

"How wonderful." You replied sarcastically as the van began to move. You turned to face your window, watching the sandy dunes slowly turn into sandstone buildings and houses. Soon, the van stopped in front of a large building, what you guessed was the hotel. The driver opened your door for you, grabbing your bag for you as you stretched. Your bones were tired from all the sitting and your body was begging for adventure. Either that, or a nice nap. You knew you'd probably get started with the dig tomorrow, as the sun was beginning to set.

Walking into the lobby, you gazed at the tapestries and portraits that lined the walls. You could hear chatter coming from the lobby, people rushing to get their room keys. Monty turned, noticing you before he walked over to you, handing you your room key. "You have room seven." He spoke, dropping your key in the palm of your hand, before turning to look slightly behind you. "And Doctor Jones, you have room six." He passed the key to him before looking at the two of you. “Dinner is at six sharp, don’t be late.” He called, before walking away, disappearing around the corner.

Turning to face Indiana who stood beside you, you raised a brow, "Dinner on the Nile? Sounds fancy..." You trailed off, causing him to nod. 

"It's beautiful; The Nile. Staring down into a seemingly never-ending abyss." Indiana muttered before gesturing to the stairs, "Might want to get unpacked, neighbor. Don't want to be late." He spoke, before grabbing his suitcase and heading up the stairs. Letting out an irritated sigh, you grabbed your bag and followed behind.

You stopped at your door, taking your key and unlocking it. You pushed open the door, setting your case down. Shutting it behind you, you looked around the room. There was a queen bed in the center of the room, with creme and red sheets and sheer curtains hanging from it. You spotted a small wooden dresser beside the bed and a small desk on the other side. You dragged your suitcase to the bed, unclasping the locks and pushing the lid open. You paused, grabbing the framed picture from its place on top of your neatly folded clothes. You felt yourself become emotional, quickly setting the frame down on the bedside table. You were quick to put away your clothes, checking your watch for the time. You still had enough time to get dressed, pushing the drawer closed, you grabbed your chosen attire and headed to the bathroom. 

~~~

On the boat, you sat at a long table, eating dinner. Thankfully, you were sitting beside Mr. Tucker and Mr. Black, though Indiana was sitting across from you; periodically looking at you as the dinner continued. The entree, rice-stuffed vegetables, and grape leaves were beyond delicious and brought up a lot of memories from your last trip to Cairo. The waiters then came around, placing a plate of sweet honey cakes in front of you; you felt your mouth salivate from just looking at the tasty dessert. You picked up your fork, stabbed a piece of the cake, taking a bite. It tasted amazing and made you realize how hungry you had become. With an appreciative hum, you reached for another piece, biting into the sweet cake, closing your eyes as you savored the sweetness. Unbeknownst to you, Indiana was watching you with a small grin. He'd never really seen you smile before and he'd found it quite entertaining, endearing even. After finishing up your cake, and as most of the others had left the table, you wiped your hands clean; dabbing your mouth with your napkin. You glanced over at Indiana, your eyes locking with his for the briefest of moments before your gaze fell down to your empty plate.

You quickly pushed your chair back, standing before you made your way onto the deck. You leaned your arms against the railing, watching the fairy lights dance across the water's reflection. People were chatting not too far away, sipping their white wine and having a great time. You, meanwhile, stared down at the river, silently listening to the soft sounds of laughter and music. The sound of someone gently clearing their throat broke that peace. You looked over to see Indiana, raising your eyebrows when you noticed his glass was almost drained.

"What do you want?" You asked, giving him a stern look.

Indiana blinked at your slightly harsh tone, "Just thought you might need some company." He offered, and you hummed tiredly, turning back to the river. Indiana stood beside you, looking down at the river with you. Taking a glance at you, he noticed your small frown, eyes cast downwards at the black abyss of the Nile, the soft lights casting shadows on your face. He watched as you ran your finger across the edge of your empty glass, staring into nothingness as you did. "What's the matter?" He asked, turning to face you slightly.

"Nothing," You answered with a shrug of your shoulders, taking another sip of your own drink, "Just thinking. By the way, it's none of your business."

He watched you curiously, seeing the look in your eyes; his own eye widening slightly, "You've been to Cairo before?" He asked in realization.

You let out a deep sigh, "If you must know since you keep pestering me... Yes. I have." You answered, looking up at him through your lashes, "Why are you so interested? And how did you know?"

Indiana looked at you, tilting his head slightly. "I'm curious about you."

Giving him a glare, studying him. Indiana was wearing what he usually wore, minus the whip and his hat. A loose white shirt tucked underneath tan pants. His hair was messy but kept somewhat under control. You bit your lip slightly, glancing away from his piercing stare. If he wasn't so irritating, you would find him charming. As it was, you couldn't help but feel slightly flustered by him. You shook your head slightly, turning to face the river once more. "Is that all you ever are, Doctor Jones? Curious?" You questioned.

Indiana smirked, "Call me Indiana."

You sputtered out a laugh, "I'll stick with Doctor Jones."

It was silent for a while, Indiana letting out a hum as he looked back at the river. "I know that look."

"What look?" You asked, turning to look at him, catching his side profile.

"You've missed this place." Was all Indiana answered back with, making you turn back to the river, pursing your lips. You stared down at the water, a cold breeze blowing past you as you thought about whether or not to let the man in. You had built your walls up so high…

"My father used to take me with him to Cairo for his excavations." You began softly, Indiana turned to you once more, his arms leaning against the boat's railing; he was silent, waiting for you to continue. "His first expedition was one of the most successful, he was able to find some valuable artifacts along the way." You sighed, smiling lightly as you remembered your father and his work. "But, after years of working hard and trying to make a name for himself, my father met someone who had told him about a rare artifact. One that would put my father down in the books as the finder."

"What happened?" Indiana asked softly, moving closer to you to hear the rest.

"A certain archaeologist took all the credit." You muttered grumpily, looking up at Indiana. "A certain archaeologist that was your father." You confessed, making Indiana's eyes widen.

"My dad?" Indiana narrowed his eyebrows, "So is this why you've been so cold towards me? Because of something my father did to yours?" His voice was laced with annoyance.

You shook your head, "No, actually it's the opposite. I just find you really stubborn, arrogant, annoying, scruffy-looking-"

"Scruffy-looking?" Indiana scoffed.

"-and rude. And you're always asking stupid questions-" You started to ramble until you heard Indiana laughing, "-What is it?" You asked, cocking your head.

"Well, do you know what I think?" He stated slowly, glaring at you.

"No," You replied, crossing your arms. "What do you think?" 

Indiana smirked as he leaned down slightly, "I think that you think you're so much better than me." He answered tauntingly, making you huff.

"Really? Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe..." You snapped, "Maybe I just don't like you!"

"Well, I don't like you either, sweetheart!" Indiana exclaimed, making you scoff.

"Fine! And don’t call me that!" You quickly pushed past him, Indiana turning to watch you.

"Fine!" He yelled back, staring as you paused at the railing, your tense shoulders falling as you ducked your head. Your breath slowed as you clenched your fists tightly.

"You were right about one thing, Doctor Jones." You mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

Indiana crossed his arms, "And what is that?"

You gave him a side glance, "It is beautiful." You answered, before heading back inside the boat.

Indiana stared at you as you left, eyes widening ever-so-slightly as he pursed his lips. He turned back to the dark Nile water, running his fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends slightly; letting out a heavy sigh.

~~~

You held your hat on your head, the wind blowing past you as you sat in the back of the wagon. You were heading to the excavation site, a couple of minutes out of Cairo, further down the river. 

"We're coming up to the site my first team had uncovered," Monty spoke up, gaining your and Indiana's attention over the loud engine.

"Will the first team be meeting us there?" You asked, but Monty shook his head, hands firmly clasped around his cane.

"No, I'm afraid I had to fire them." He spoke, making you furrow your eyebrows.

"What did they do?" Indiana inquired, causing Monty to shrug.

"They, shall we say, broke the contract." Monty replied, voice strange as he leaned against the wagon's wall, a small smirk on his face; eyes holding some unknown emotion. It irked you.

Suddenly the wagon stopped abruptly, sending you forward. Indiana was quick to grab your arm, saving you from slamming your face on the ground. You pulled your arm away, fixing your posture. Monty jumped off the wagon, making his way around to the front, opening the trap door. You climbed out, adjusting the hat on your head. Indiana followed suit, stepping into the heat of the day. Looking around at the landscape, your eyes widened as you saw the hidden temple, half-emerged from the sand. Even though most of it was hidden under the sand, you could tell it was a large structure. It was rectangular in shape, with large pillars holding up the large stone entrance. The entrance was dark, with two lit torches on another side of it, you could see the engraving on the side of the temple; beautifully crafted. 

"It's similar to the Temple of Edfu." You exclaimed, eyes wide in excitement and awe. “Oh, I can’t wait to see the inside.”

"Doctor, why don't you take a look?" Monty asked, making you look over at him.

Taking your time, you carefully made your way to him, turning your attention to the dark entranceway. It had stairs that lead straight down. Now that you were closer, you could see the touches that lit the stairwell. "I believe what we seek is down there," Monty spoke, as Mr. Turner and Mr. Black headed down into the temple; Indiana stopped beside you.

"Are you coming with us?" He asked, and Monty shook his head, tapping his left knee gently with his hand.

"Bad knee, you can understand." 

You nodded, and started down the temple stairs, holding onto the walls for stability as you did so. Indiana was close behind, grabbing a touch on the way in. Soon the stairs stopped, opening up into a long hallway; the walls lined with hieroglyphics; the air was still and stagnant, the only sounds being the footsteps of yours, Indiana's, Mr. Black's, and Mr. Turner's. 

Walking slowly down the hall, your footsteps echoing against the cold stone walls. You stopped behind Mr. Black and Mr. Turner as they paused before a room. It was large, with strange symbols on the ground along with the walls. You leaned around the two men, spying perfectly square holes in the walls. "You go first." Mr. Black muttered, nudging Mr. Tucker, who nudged him back.

"You scared, Black?" Tucker teased, "It's just a room, right?"

"I don't know, I don't recognize any of these symbols." Mr. Black muttered and Tucker sighed, taking a step into the room. 

Suddenly, an arrow shot out of the wall, hitting Mr. Tucker right in the head, instantly killing him. You gasped, covering your mouth as Mr. Black yelled out.

"Booby traps!"

Mr. Black turned around and pushed you and Indiana out of the way, terror in his eyes as he scampered down the hall and up the stairs. 

"Coward!" You yelled out to him, before gritting your teeth and turning back to the room.

"What do you think?" Indiana spoke up, his voice echoing off the walls.

"What do I think?" You asked, giving him a side glance, "I think we keep going." You said before narrowing your eyes on the floor. "It seems that if you step on the wrong tile, the trap goes off." You theorized before you went to take a step forward; but Indiana grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking at you as if you were crazy.

You looked up at him as you pulled your arm away from him again. "If you had read some of the hieroglyphics back there you would know that it basically told you how to get across this room."

Indiana narrowed his eyes at you, "When were you going to tell me you can read hieroglyphics?"

You turned away, stepping into the room, "You never asked, now, only step where I step." You replied, turning back to Indiana.

He watched as you took another step, his heart lurching with each step you took; thankfully, no arrows shot out of the walls. "Step where I step," Indiana muttered, making you stop, glaring over at him.

"No mocking me, I can easily lead you astray." You lightly scolded, before pointing to a stone with a bird-like symbol.

Indiana moved to that step, before taking the next one. "Would you?" The tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife.

"No." You answered before you hopped onto the last stone, like a messed up version of hopscotch; struggling to keep your balance. "But I could."

Indiana stepped on the last one before he entered the next hallway with you. "You know, it would've been helpful to know you could read it," Indiana muttered to you, taking the lead as he walked down the hall with you.

"Jones! Wait!" You exclaimed quickly, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him back, noticing the ceiling with a large slit in it. 

"What?" He asked, and you grabbed your hat, tossing it in front of Indiana, watching as a large sharp object shot down, cutting your hat in half.

"For someone so observant, you really are blind sometimes. Booby trap." You answered, making Indiana sigh. 

"Thanks, sweetheart." Indiana thanked you sarcastically, his voice deep and taunting as he stepped over the booby trap, continuing down the hall.

You followed close behind, glaring at Indiana's back, "Don't call me sweetheart." You practically growled before you heard yelling from where you had come from. "I think we should go back." You spoke up and Indiana nodded.

"I think you're right." He answered, the two of you making your way back past the fallen booby trap and across the tiles and up the stairs; careful not to get shot. Stopping at the top of the stairs, you moved your hand above your eyes as the wind and sand blew against you harshly.

"Come on, we have to go!" One of Monty's men yelled out to you, taking your hand.

"What's going on!?" Indiana yelled out over the loud wind.

"There's a storm coming. We have to get back before it hits us!" He yelled, guiding you both back to a smaller van, before speeding away back to Cairo.

Back at the hotel, you shook out your hair, bits of sand falling to the ground and onto the carpet below. Indiana did the same, grumbling about sand in his shoes as you headed up the stairs together. 

"How long will the storm be?" You asked, and Indiana shrugged, his shoulders falling as he let out a sigh.

"I don't know, hours?" He answered before heading down the hall and stopping at his door. "Good night, Doctor." He spoke before entering his room and shutting the door.

You pursed your lips before entering your room. Shutting your own door, you shuffled to the dresser, grabbing some night clothes as the wind howled. Changing quickly, you sat on your bed, exhausted. 

~~~

A knock at your door awoken you, your eyes blinking rapidly as you sat up in the bed, the blanket dropping to your waist. As whoever was at your door knocked again, you slid out of bed, slipping on your slippers and robe before heading to the door. Opening it slightly, you looked up to find Indiana staring down at you. He was dressed for the day, similar to his attire the day before. You rubbed your cheek as you spoke, "May I help you, Doctor?" 

"I'm taking you to see a friend of mine," Indiana replied, giving you a grin.

"Right now? Aren't we going back to the temple today?" You asked and Indiana shook his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"That sandstorm covered most of the temple, so they are going to re-excavate it." He answered, and you raised an eyebrow.

"So that means you want to drag me around Cairo?" You asked and Indiana nodded.

"Thought it would be better than sitting in your room all day." He spoke, and you raised an eyebrow at him. Why was he now being so nice?

You let out a sigh, casting your gaze down, "Fine. I'll be ready in ten." You answered, shutting the door.

You quickly grabbed some clothes and got dressed, stumbling to the door as you pulled on and laced your boots. Opening the door, you spotted Indiana leaning across from your room on the wall. He pushed off the wall as you neared, fixing your hair. "Who are we going to go see?" You asked and Indiana began walking, you followed close behind, being able to catch up and walk beside him.

"A friend of mine." He answered back, a smirk on his face.

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking over at him, "A friend of yours? Wow, very specific." You mumbled, earning a laugh from him. "I like them already." You said sarcastically. 

Indiana ignored your obvious enthusiasm, "He helps me with excavations sometimes. He lives in the city." 

You hummed, stepping out into the streets of Cairo. Indiana led you around the city, passing by vendors, businesses, and homes. You both weaved past people carrying woven baskets on their shoulders, others carrying bags filled with goods. You saw a man standing outside of a clothing shop, a few children following along beside him as they played with a ball. Their laughter reached your ears and a smile formed on your face. It didn’t take long to reach Indiana’s destination, stopping at a house, you narrowed your eyes at it.

"This place seems familiar."

Indiana turned to look down at you, his eyebrows furrowed, "Familiar?"

Before you could say anything you heard laughter, watching as nine children ran out of the house, all crowding around Indiana in a giant hug. Indiana beamed, ruffling some of the kid's hair, as they chanted his name. The whole scene in front of you surprised you. It was almost… Endearing.

"Where are my- do my eyes deceive me?" You turned to the new voice and your eyes widened, a smile on your face. "Jawhara!" He cried, rushing up to you as you threw your arms around him.

Indiana watched in shock as you laughed, hugging the man he knew to be his friend, Sallah. So that was what you meant when you said you recognized the home.

Pulling back, Sallah looked at you with a beaming smile, "Oh, how you've grown. Just like your mother. Yet as adventurous as your father." He praised you, making you smile sheepishly.

"Thank you, Sallah. I am so glad to see you again. It's been ages." You replied, glancing over at Indiana who had been frozen, staring at you. "I didn't know you had kids." You turned back to Sallah, who nodded happily.

"Yes, you remember my wife, Fayah? Yes, nine perfect children." He replied, before he turned to Indiana, his kids having gone back inside a while ago. "Let's go inside, we have lots to catch up on."

Inside, you sat down at a table with Indiana and Sallah, sipping some tea that Fayah had made for you. Indiana looked to his friend and to you, before looking back to Sallah. "How do you two know each other?" He asked and Sallah sighed.

"I was friends with their father and mother, when they traveled here Fayah and I would take care of them.” He explained, smiling fondly at you before turning to Indiana. "Such a little troublemaker this one was." Sallah added and you blushed, slightly embarrassed as Indiana chuckled.

"Still is."

You turned to him, giving him a small glare, only for him to sort of glare back. Sallah cleared his throat, gaining your attention back. "So, how do you two know each other? Friends? Lovers?"

"Sal!"

"Sallah!"

You and Indiana both exclaimed, making the older man laugh, rubbing his beard thoughtfully. You rubbed your face, closing your eyes as you leaned your elbows on the table. Indiana ran a hand through his hair, before speaking.

"We were both asked to join this excavation." He answered simply, letting out a tired sigh.

Sallah smiled brightly, turning to you, "You were asked to join them?"

You nodded with your own smile. "We're looking for Prince Huaphris's tomb."

The older man's smile grew as he took another drink of his tea. "Ah, the forgotten Prince. I heard that they recently excavated a temple." 

"Sallah!" Fayah called from somewhere in the home, making the man in question straighten in his seat.

"Yes, habibi?" He called back, earning no answer. Turning, Sallah gave you both an apologetic smile, standing from his seat. "You must excuse me. You two can stay as long as you need " He spoke, headed to another room before he turned to you, "It was nice seeing you again, jawhara." He spoke softly before leaving the room.

You smiled, taking another sip of your tea as Indiana turned to you. "What does he call you?" He asked and you paused before you placed your cup down.

"He calls me ‘jewel’." You answered, before speaking again, "You didn't tell me you knew Sallah." Looking up into his eyes, he looked into yours.

"You didn't either."

A silence fell upon you, as the two of you just looked at each other. The tension, similar to the one in the temple, could also be cut with a knife. The room felt cold. The atmosphere was suffocating, almost unbearable. You didn't know how long the two of you sat there, staring at each other, before you snapped back to reality, clearing your throat as you avert your eyes. You hadn't even realized it, but you began to fiddle with your shirt sleeve, your fingers playing with a gold thread.

Indiana looked at you, watching as your eyes looked away from his, almost bashfully as you looked down at your lap. Indiana bit his lip, looking to the floor as well before looking back at you.

"Um... Y/n... I-" He trailed off, not sure of what to say. You turned your eyes back to his, looking at him questioningly. His cheeks began to feel warm. "Y/n, I..." He paused, swallowing thickly. "I'm sorry."

Your eyebrows rose in surprise. You glanced back down, looking at your lap as you bit the inside of your cheek. Your lips pursed together. "I'm sorry too. You know, for calling you scruffy-looking." You apologized, looking up at the man. "More than that, I have been a bit... Rude." You turned back to look at him, giving him a soft frown. The two of you continued to stare at each other silently. After a moment, you found yourself unable to stand the silence between the two of you. "Can we please start over? Properly this time?" You asked, and Indiana nodded, giving you a grin.

You both stood up, Indiana offering his hand to you, "I'm Indiana Jones." You smiled at him for the first time, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. Indiana's heart began to race at just the sight of your smile, "But you can call me Indiana."

"I'm Y/N L/N." You began, smiling at him. "It's nice to meet you, Indiana."

The two of you stayed quiet, looking at each other, Indiana's chest warming at the sound of your voice saying his name. Had his eyes always been that chocolatey brown? You felt heat rise in your cheeks and you coughed, clearing your throat, pulling your hand back to your side, "Well, we should get going." You said, nodding towards the door. "We wouldn't want to make our friend suffer. Hands probably full of kids.”

~~~

“We're going to have to cut this trip short. Another sandstorm is coming. Bigger than the last one.” Monty spoke, the handle of his cane glinting in the hot, smoldering sun.

Your head perked up at his words, pursing your lips, “How long do we have?” You asked, awaiting his answer.

“Less than three days.” He answered shortly.

“No offense, Mr. Shaw, but I don’t think we can get to the tomb in that amount of time.” Indiana spoke up beside you, and Monty turned to him, his fingers clenching his cane.

“Well, Doctor L/N finished that map, correct?” Monty asked and you were quick to nod your head. For the past couple of weeks, you have been charting the temple's layout. Marking down the halls and rooms, you had narrowed it down to one area where you were sure the tomb was located. "Splendid, I have faith in Doctor L/N's faultless expertise. We’ll find that tomb."

While you were working on your map, Indiana was researching the supposed treasure. Finding out that it would all be worth one million dollars. Especially if the rare artifact, the dagger of the fourth King, Ahkmenrah, was in there. It was all so thrilling. And during that time, you and Indiana grew closer. You found him indeed charming as Indiana found you wondrous.

Taking a torch, you led the way, your fingers dragging along the inscriptions on the wall. As you walked farther and farther along, a sense of unease began to grow within you, causing your steps to slow. You glanced behind you to Indiana, "Do you trust Mr. Shaw?" You asked, and Indiana said nothing; taking your hand and taking the lead. 

"No." He finally said as he reached the first room, following your steps as you made sure not to step on the wrong tile. "Not at all, why?"

You hopped to the ledge, making it into the next hall, the sounds of your footsteps echoing loudly against the hard stone walls. "Because something doesn't add up about him."

He stopped at the next doorway, tilting his head as he regarded you. "Such as?" 

You shrugged, "The first team. Where did they go? And what about Mr. Tucker?" You said, gesturing back to the sadly dead boy of Mr. Tucker, "He didn't even seem to care when we told him."

Indiana sighed, taking your hand again as he led you down the hall with the one booby, helping you over it, “He has been a bit off-" He stopped abruptly at the end of the hallway, freezing.

You looked at him, tightening your hold on his hand, "What? What is it?" You asked, leaning to the side to see that the hall just opened up, dropping into a dark hole; it was at least eight feet or more across. You gulped, feeling a shiver run down your spine as you felt your hands clam up. "Indiana... Please don't tell me we have to cross that." You practically begged, eyes wide as you stared at the deep hole.

"It seems we don't really have a choice, sweetheart." He mumbled, before going straight into action, letting go of your hand and grabbing his whip. 

Your mind completely passed over him calling you 'sweetheart', rather thinking about falling down to your death. You bit your lip, "I don't think I can do it, Indiana. I'm not really good with heights... And you know, the whole impending doom of falling down that thing."

Indiana took the torch from your hand, reaching out and dropping it into the deep depths, watching it as it fell down and down… Indiana then swung his whip as best as he could, before aiming it at a small beam on the ceiling. Tugging it, Indiana turned to you, offering his hand to you. "You can do this. Just hold onto me tight." He softly commanded. You let out a shaky breath, before grabbing Indiana's hand with a death grip. Pulling you closer, Indiana wrapped his arm around your waist, "Don't look down." He whispered, his breath hot against your ear as he gripped your waist tighter.

Digging your head into his shoulder, you shut your eyes tight. Taking a step forward, Indiana pushed off from the ground; swinging across. You squeezed tighter as you felt the wind move across your hair and face, your stomach flipping as your feet left the ground. Soon though, your feet touched the ground, but you kept your arms around Indiana, clinging to him. You peeked open an eye, taking in the view of your surroundings.

"Are you alright?" He questioned, turning to face you as you slowly released your hold on him.

You felt your heart thumping in your chest as you looked up at him. He was so close. If you only leaned in a little bit more-

You gave a nod, "Yeah, but I am never doing that again." You let out, making Indiana laugh lightly as he tugged his whip down, letting go of your waist but taking your hand again as you walked down the next hall, but not before grabbing another torch.

This hall was larger, far more spacious, allowing Indiana to walk beside you; his hand dropping from yours. You frowned slightly, missing his hand in yours as you clenched your hands briefly before looking at the walls. You could make out most of the inscriptions, catching a passage but you were quick to get distracted. You turned yet again down another hall, making you sigh. It felt like you had been walking on the slight slope for hours and your knees were beginning to ache. When really, it had been only a couple of minutes and your knees were aching. Right when you were about to say something, you paused to see two beautifully designed statues holding up the entranceway, and two perfectly carved snakes on each wall.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Indiana muttered, looking at the architecture in awe.

"Impeccably so," You responded in kind, looking at the statues. One of them was holding some sort of animal, but you couldn't figure it out. A couple of meters ahead of you stood a pedestal, sitting upon it was a golden coffin, your face brightened as you pointed to it.

"We found it!" You exclaimed, taking his hand and dragging him further into the tomb. Before you, the tomb sat on a large pillar, carved to look like snake scales, dropping off with a large gap between you and it. Behind the tomb was the treasure, the treasure of the forgotten Prince. Golden vases and goblets. Thousands of jewels were overflowing a giant golden chest, and golden coins laying on the ground. With a joyful smile, you turned to Indiana, his own lips turned up in a smile as he looked at the tomb. You had done it; you had actually uncovered an ancient Egyptian tomb. A Prince, not to mention. You were over the moon.

Suddenly, you heard a loud explosion of some kind, watching as the wall nearest to the treasure blasted apart, smoke flying in the air as you stepped closer to Indiana, flinching at the loud noise. Pausing, you heard slow clapping, seeing Monty, and a couple of his men as the smoke dissipated into the air. They held guns as they stepped over the rubble. As did Monty,  holding it by his pinkie as he clapped; a smirk on his face. "Well done, Doctors. Well done."

"Are you crazy!?" Indiana exclaimed angrily, "You just ruined thousand-year-old history!"

Monty scoffed, gesturing with his hand, his men rushed over, grabbing armfuls of the treasure. "I want to thank you two. If it weren't for your knowledge of the treasure and your knowledge of Forensic Archaeology, I wouldn't have found the treasure. I do have to give you two credit. After all, you did lead me straight to it." He laughed evilly, before pointing his gun at the two of you. "Now, if you'd like to take a glance down, you'll see your future, and well, your end." You glared up at the man, seeing red. He used you. Both of you.

You leaned over slightly to see that you were standing above a pit of snakes. Hundreds, thousands of snakes, slithering; crawling over each other. Your heart started to pound rapidly inside of your chest, and your breaths became shallow. This wasn't how you expected this adventure to end. 

"Snakes... Why is it always snakes?" Indiana mumbled to himself, seemingly frightened as his terror-filled brown eyes stared down at the evil beneath him.

"I did actually read something about how the Prince really liked snakes back in the hall." You spoke up, Indiana turning to you with narrowed eyes. “He even had a pet snake named Hathor.”

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, frustratedly as you shrugged.

"The pet snake? I didn't think it was a big deal.” You shrugged, making Indiana shake his head, looking down at you.

“No, about the pit of snakes.” He answered back, annoyed, and your eyes widened slightly as you ‘oohed.’

“Oooh, I thought if they had put anything down here it would've been dead already. But I can see how if they put enough down there, they could procreate... But what would they eat?" You ranted slightly and Indiana rubbed his face.

"Each other, sweetheart."

Monty became more and more irritated as you both bantered back and forth, physically shaking, "Shut up! Both of you!" He yelled, shooting his gun at the ceiling, but you both ignored him.

You scrunched up your nose. "But do you know if they have those types of snakes down there? I mean, when I looked, I saw a King Cobra, but I don't think snakes eat each other, even in times of hardship." 

“I have no idea, Y/N, I’m not a snake professor.” Indiana sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.

"Shut up!" Monty yelled out again, in red rage before he aimed his gun and shot out. 

You watched in a sort of slow-motion as Indiana clutched his shoulder, blood seeping through his dirtied shirt as he toppled over, falling down into the snake pit.

"Indy!" You cried out, eyes wide in shock and fear. Not really thinking, you jumped down, landing in the sand that didn't have any snakes, but on your side, making you wince. That was definitely going to leave a bruise.

"That was a very foolish thing to do, Doctor. Do you know how many poisonous creatures are in this pit? I should shoot you, but I guess I will allow you to live." Monty spoke, voice low and threatening. You looked up at him, as he just laughed, gesturing for his men to hurry up. "No hard feelings!" He called down to you as he left the temple with his men, carrying bags of artifacts.

You quickly stood up, looking around, spotting Indy's torch near you. Grabbing it, you found Indy standing in his own clear section, surrounded by snakes. Thinking quickly, you measured the distance between yourself and Indy; forming a plan. "Snakes don't like fire, right?" You called to him, watching as you moved the torch around, the snakes backing away from you as they hissed.

"They hate it!" Indiana yelled back, the snakes getting incredibly closer to him.

Concentrating, you tossed your torch in the middle of the snakes blocking you from Indiana. The snakes hit with the flames hissed and quickly slithered away, leaving a good amount of empty ground for you. Indiana watched you as you took a couple of steps back before sprinting forward, jumping into a front flip and landing in the small circle you made with your torch. Picking it up, you tossed it to Indiana, who quickly grabbed it as you landed another flip into his circle.

"Where did you learn that?" He asked as you looked around at the snakes.

"My mother, now do you have a plan?" You asked as he waved the torch at the snakes, making them back off.

"No, do you?" He asked and you looked around the room, noticing four large pillars in the corners. Looking at the ceiling, you found that it was cracking, from the bullet Monty had shot at it. You watched as it began to crumble, giving you an idea. 

"Yeah, and you're not going to like it." You spoke, noticing most of the pillars had snakes creeping along them. The drop from where you had been was only maybe a fifteen-foot drop, too high to reach but the pillars had deep grooves that you could use. "Indiana, follow me." You instructed before you took a running jump and grabbed onto the pillar. Similar to rock climbing, you used your upper body strength to push yourself up and grab another deep groove, pulling yourself up. Looking down, you weren't more than nine feet off the ground. 

Indiana looked up at you before he dropped the torch, running up and grabbing the first groove before pulling himself up to the next one beside you. "What now?" He asked, wincing from the pain in his shoulder as your chest heaved and you looked up.

"I don't know, i'm making up this stuff as I go. Maybe we could keep climbing until we get to the top. Idiot Monty shot the column, it's unstable. We can slide around to the back and push it off the wall."

"Do you really think we can push a thousand-pound rock?" Indiana asked as you shrugged, climbing higher.

"We got to try, and I don't know about you, but I'd rather not be snake food." 

Carefully, you both climbed up, moving against the wall. Pushing your backs against it, you put your feet against the pillar, pushing with everything you had. Hearing a loud rumbling, you opened your eyes to see the ceiling crumbling away, the pillar began to shake as it broke away from the stone. You watched as it began to fall, jumping down and running along the falling column, Indiana running close behind as the large sculpted stone hit the Prince's tomb, crashing into it harshly.

"Sorry, your highness!" You cried out as Indiana took your hand. Before running up the ramp you made out of the pillar and jumped over the large chasm, over the snakes; landing brutally on your sides.

You sat up with a wince, holding onto your side as you watched the sculpted pillar that the tomb was on slowly crumb, before falling down into the pit of snakes, the tomb going with it. 

"At least he's with his snakes." You grimaced, as Indiana let out a deep breath, his chest heaved, sweat covering his brow and his forehead. You stood up with a grunt and helped him up, smiling weakly.

"That was quite a leap you made there." He groaned, your arms wrapping his arm over your shoulder, leading him through the hole Monty and his men made with their explosives. 

"And you, you survived a pit of snakes." You praised, carefully making it over the broken pieces of wall.

"Wouldn't be the first." He hissed in pain through his teeth, a smile on his face nonetheless.

~~~

Making it to the surface, you let out a sigh of relief, before turning to look up at Indiana. "Are you alright, Indy?"

"You called me Indy?" He asked, looking down at you, a small smiling forming on your lips.

"I also did when you got shot, but that doesn't matter right now. If you're fine, we need to get to Monty, and get that gold back." 

"You're the boss, honey." He replied back as you began to walk to Cairo. Indiana turned down to look at you, noticing your little freckles and the way your lashes caressed the tops of your cheeks. "You didn't tell me off for that one." He noticed and you hummed, staring up ahead.

"I guess I don't mind that one." You confessed quietly, making Indiana smile proudly before it slowly faltered as he heard a car in the distance. Ahead, you watched as a car drove towards you, stopping a couple of feet away. 

"Jawhara!" A voice called, making you smile seeing Sallah in the driver's seat. You quickly rushed over, helping Indiana in as you took the passenger seat.

"Sal! How did you find us?" You asked, pleasantly surprised as Sallah began to speed back to Cairo.

"I was out in town and watched those excavators leave but without you. Knew you and Indiana were in trouble." He spoke as he carefully weaved his way past people.

"Thank you, Sallah," Indiana spoke up from the back and Sallah nodded his head, catching a glimpse of Indy in the mirror.

“So, what happened?” Sallah asked as he speed down the sandy dunes, the trip bumpy as you held onto the seat, your other hand pressed firmly into the van’s ceiling.

“Shaw tried to kill us with a snake pit.” You answered, making Sallah laugh heartily.

“Ah! Typical. Must have been terrible for Indy. Hating snakes and all. But, I am glad you both made it out alive!”

You looked behind you to Indiana, a small smirk on your face. “You hate snakes? Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked him as he grimaced just thinking about the slithering reptile. 

“Why would I? Just thinking about them…” Indiana shivered.

You turned back to Sallah, “Thank you again, Sal.”

"Anything for Indiana Jones and my Jawhara!"

Sallah sped down the desert, somehow being able to catch up to the plane before it went into the air. Sallah stopped a little ways away as Indiana pulled his gun from his belt, checking the bullets before he hopped out of the car. You opened the glove compartment and grabbed Sallah's gun, before doing the same. Getting low, you rushed up to Indiana behind a giant boulder, holding your gun close as you both peeked out from behind the rock.

"How many?" You asked softly, as Indiana counted the men, watching as they slowly packed away the gold in the plane.

"Eight?" He asked, more as a question. "Don't get killed." He then said, turning down to look at you.

You just looked up at him with a smile, "Not planning to." You promised, giving him a wink.

Quickly, you and Indiana began your assault, taking down as many men as you could from behind your spot, the men firing back. You were able to hit three of them, sending them down before they could reload.

"This isn't working." One of the men shouted and you looked up just in time to watch him take out a grenade, pulling out the clip with his teeth.

Quickly, you ducked behind the boulder, sand flying in the air before the sound of gunfire. You looked down at your gun, it had jammed. And beside you, Indiana was gone, making your eyes widen and your heart pound in your chest. Looking over the boulder, you watched him storm the plane, taking out the rest of the man. You let out a sigh as Indiana swerved around a man's punch, before knocking the man out. How he got on top of the plan, you'd probably never know. 

But you knew this wasn't the time to wonder about it, so while the last two men were busy with Indiana, you before rushing inside the plane. Inside, you paused, finding the stolen treasure. You knew you couldn't grab all of it, so once all the yelling, fighting, and gunfire stopped, you peeked your head out of the plane. 

Indiana walked over slowly, stumbling slightly as he made it to the plane's stairs, leaning up against it as he looked up at you. "Is it all there?" He asked, his hand gripping his shoulder, covered in dry blood.

You nodded with a bright smile, "Yeah, it's all here." You breathed out, "It's here."

~~~

In the spare bedroom of Sallah's home, you dipped a cool cloth into a bowl of water, rinsing, and squeezing it out. Reaching over, you gently dabbed Indiana's wound. Well, it wasn't really a wound, the bullet barely grazed him; though he was bleeding a lot. You were trying not to get distracted by Indiana's chest, his bare chest and stomach that was exposed; to easily access the wound. Glancing up, you watched as his face scrunched up in pain, wincing again. "I'm sorry..." You apologized softly, pressing lightly on the area again. You glanced back to Indiana's face and felt your cheeks heat up slightly before your eyes wandered to a small bruise forming on his cheek. 

Reaching out, you gently touched his skin, feeling how warm it was underneath your fingers. You swallowed nervously, trying to avoid eye contact as your finger trailed across the bruise before finally looking up at him. His eyes were closed, as he softly nudged his cheek into your hand; his own reaching up and gently holding your wrist.

"I'm fine. Always am. You have nothing to be sorry for." Indiana whispered, his eyes slowly opening, looking into yours intently.

"If I hadn't-"

"Don't start that again." He interjected, making your eyebrows furrow. "Stop beating yourself up over it, please."

"But if I had stopped talking about the snake..." You muttered only for him to interrupt you again, dipping the rag in the dirtying water again.

“What do you think would have happened? We still would've fallen into that pit; if anything I'm the one who should be apologizing." Indiana argued as you squeezed out the water.

"But you didn't do anything." You stated quietly, "Can we just drop this? We have already established that we are both stubborn. We won’t get anywhere fighting…" You commented, pressing the rag to his wound, making some progress as you finally cleared up all the blood, dirt, and sweat. Your words hung in the air between you, as you glanced up to meet his brown eyes. Your hand slowly fell from his shoulder, as you gazed into his eyes. His eyes flickered down at your lips, his thumb slowly rubbing your wrist until your skin warmed under his touch.

Indiana looked at you, the sun's rays shining down on you, illuminating your features. The sunlight glistened on your smooth face, making it seem like you were glowing under the light. You were breathtaking; stunning. Even with sand in your hair and a smudge of dirt on your face; you were heart-stopping. Indy's eyes widened a fraction of an inch and before he realized what he was doing, his thumb slipped from your wrist, brushing your skin softly as he reached over. Your breath hitched in your throat as he brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face, pushing some of it behind your ear. Your heart pounded loudly in your ears as you stared into the brown orbs of his. His gaze softens, his fingers running down your cheek and resting on your neck. You leaned closer to him, your lips almost touching as he stared into your eyes.

The world seemed to go silent as he lowered his head down to yours. It seemed like time slowed down, as he softly brushed his lips against yours, a small spark igniting inside of you. Your hands found their place in his hair, your fingertips lightly stroking through his silky locks as you deepened the kiss, knocking his precious hat off his head. After a moment, you parted, breathing heavily as you gazed into each other's eyes. You were both quiet, neither one daring to move, scared that any sudden movement would ruin the moment. So you kept gazing into each others' eyes, admiring the way the sunset brought out his eyes, the way his eyelashes brushed his cheeks, and the way his mouth curved into a slight smile, his forehead pressed against yours.

The sounds of people outside in the streets, going to and from businesses and shops, Indiana finally breaking the silence, "You're beautiful," He murmured, his hand moving to cup your face as he stared into your eyes with such intensity you felt you might drown in his stare.

You felt your cheeks flush and you closed your eyes as you leaned forward and kissed his palm. "You're a charmer, Jonesy." You whispered, your eyes fluttering open and gazing into his brown eyes, his smile widening slightly as he cupped your cheek. "Indy?" You then spoke up softly, making Indiana hum in response. "Do you know how to fly that plane?"

Indiana froze for a moment, "No?" He answered, making you laugh a little, nuzzling your nose with his as you pulled away, grabbing the bandages for his wound. 

"I had a feeling you wouldn't." You teased, biting your lip, giggling as Indiana narrowed his eyes at you, feigning offense. "I borrowed a phone while I was grabbing the bandages. We'll be out of Cairo and back in Connecticut tomorrow night. And I have a van that will be sending all the Prince's treasure to both the National Museum and the Smithsonian." You explained, wrapping the bandage around his upper arm.

Indiana's eyes lit up, a huge grin appearing on his face, "Oh, honey," He breathed out softly, "Could you be any more perfect?” He asked as you just rolled your eyes.

~~~

Standing beside you, suitcases packed and at your sides, you waited for the plane to arrive. You both had said goodbye to Sallah, his wife, and the kids. Promising to write and visit as much as possible. Indiana tugged you closer into his side, his arm wrapped securely around your waist as the wind began to pick up slightly as you watched an airplane slowly land. Indiana held his hat down as the plane slid to a stop a couple of meters away. The plane's propeller slowly spun to a stop as the door opened, and an older man with a thick gray beard stepped out. In spotting you, he smiled rushing over. You did the same, pulling your father into your arms. 

Indiana watched in a form of awe as you smiled at the man before turning around and smiling over at him.

"Come on, Indy. Let's go home."

Without wasting another second, Indiana grabbed the suitcases, following you to the plane. And as he sat beside you, being introduced to your father, Indiana couldn't help but wonder... What new adventures were in store for him?

[happy-tree-friends-imagines]

Grenade - L X Reader Angst! - Part 1

Word count: 1,300

Warning(s): Angst, trigger warning, blood/gore warning.

Part: 1

Hey so it’s been a long time since I posted something... so I wanted to get back on that! Here’s something fun I’ve been working on and I hope you guys really enjoy! This will be in parts, this is part one and I will be posting more parts to this story later! It will probably just be a short story but I really hope you guys like it! Please leave (kind!) comments, like, write in the tags! I love it when you guys do that so yeah, feel free to give some feedback! Enjoy~

(P.s. something about writing at night makes me write in a more proper tone, making the characters speak a bit more properly so... perfect for writing for L!)

Story is under keep reading! 

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You knew L never meant to take this so far. Your relationship was never meant to last from the very start. You should have known it was merely a test, another one of his experiments.

But like the fool you were, you believed in his false love for you.

It all started when you joined the task force, the very task force assigned to help the legendary L to catch Kira. It was a shot at the top and your career as a detective was just starting to take off. You only needed one chance. That one chance would either make it or break it for you.

“Hello L, I am detective L/N. Nice to meet you, I hope we can work together to solve this case.”

L sat awkwardly as he faced you for the first time, sitting up on the balls of his feet, expertly balancing on the edge of the rolling chair. His shaggy black hair swished in front of his shifting, calculating eyes. Underneath those eyes were dark bags, suggesting that he had not slept in many months. Though everyone insisted he was a genius, his overly dilated pupils had led you to believe that the man was slightly… psychotic.

Gripping your right pointer finger between his right fore and thumb finger, he accepted your… handshake.

“A pleasure to meet you as well detective. As you know, I am L-”

“I recognize your work from the BB case,” you cut him off with a smile, eager to impress the famous detective. “Quite astonishing work sir.”

“Please, detective, call me Ryuzaki.”

From then on, you worked beside the strange man, typing away at the many computers that lined the walls. You took shifts watching the security cameras, keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity. Most of your shifts ended up being in the late hours of night into early morning. It was then that the never sleeping L was most talkative. Whether it was the quiet hours or if it was just that you were beside him, you never knew what had made him chose to talk so much at that point in time.

“You see here detective L/N, this is-”

“Y/N…”

“What?” The black-haired man questioned, seemingly for the first time, caught off guard.

“Call me Y/N,” you repeated, hugging your knees close to your chest underneath the blanket you had draped across yourself as you sat in the roller chair nearest Ryuzaki.

The man blinked at you, once, twice. “As you wish. Y/N, then, look here at this evidence. Please analyze what you are seeing here-” he continued on with the conversation then without further hesitation.

You looked over the data with a new found confidence, assured your relationship with L was growing stronger. You were glad to be learning so much from him. Though it didn’t take long for things to take a turn.

It was another long night beside L, watching the security cameras, analyzing information, and constantly being quizzed randomly by the detective. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkened room perfectly after spending four long months there. Much like L, your own eyes had grown dark bags underneath them. Though you knew you were getting much more sleep than him, not sleeping at the correct time took its toll.

The night dragged on for what seemed like years, and still it was only the beginning of your shift, 1am. Besides that it seemed to be a rather normal night, whatever that meant, besides the fact that L’s usually carefully trained eyes weren’t as focused on the documents and live security footage. Instead, his eyes kept flicking over to where you sat to the right of him.

You forced yourself to ignore it as you carefully watched a boy, Chief Yagami’s son, look directly into a hidden camera as he pulled out a stack of homework from his backpack. Accident? Coincidence? Purposely? You didn’t know, but you were determined to find out. Though the ever shifting eyes over your body was greatly distracting your train of thought.

“Is something wrong Ryuzaki?” You questioned the shifting detective who did nothing to hide the fact that he was now openly staring at you as you worked.

“Why would you think that something might be wrong Y/N?” His monotone voice caused your face to heat up. It had been at least two weeks since you had insisted he call you by your first name, yet every time he said it, a thrill ran through you.

“I don’t know… but you’re staring an awful lot you know,” your voice rang a teasing note as you playfully wagged a finger in his direction.

“It is normal to be fixated on someone who one would find abnormally attractive, is it not?” His words caught you off guard and you choked on air.

“Attractive?”

“That’s what I said.”

“You find me-?”

“Attractive, if I do say so myself,” he smirked at his statement, eyes glued to your now red face. You settled farther into your chair, allowing yourself to slouch as you pulled your arms up and crossed them over your chest, lip stuck out in a small pout.

“You do not.”

“You doubt my enchantment?”

“Yes,” you answered stubbornly. “I think you’re just trying to be funny. I’ve known you long enough. I know your tricks-”

“Is that so?” He raised a thick eyebrow with an amused expression on his face.

“I believe it is sir! While you have been observing me, I have since been observing you-”

“Ah, quiet the double tasker I see.”

“Of course, I would be nothing less. If I could not do such simple things, I would not be here right now.”

“Correct you are Y/N, but you are avoiding my advancements-”

“Advancements?!” You cried out with a laugh. “You have done nothing of the sort, the only ‘advancement’ you have is when you attempted to compliment me, though in an extremely vague way, if I might say.”

Had he moved closer all of a sudden?

“Vague? How so?”

Had he always been that close?

“Vague, as in, if you wanted to go ahead and complement me, you could have done so with more meaningful words,” your eyes followed the trace of his tongue over his lips.

Why were his lips the only thing you could think of right now?

“Ah, I think I am beginning to understand.”

His eyes were bright, had they always had this much shine to them?

“Are you?” you challenged, leaning towards him ever so slightly.  

“Y/N…” he whispered. You could feel his breath fanning over your lips.

Does he taste sweet?

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighed into your mouth, leaning forward just a bit more.

His lips pressed softly to yours and your eyes fluttered shut as his lanky, yet strong, arms came to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to himself.

He did, he did taste sweet, you concluded as his tongue snuck in through your parted lips, dancing with your own.

You pulled away for a breath, eyes opening to meet his half-lidded ones. You sat in his lap now, having transferred seats in the heat of the makeout, chest pushed together. You could feel his strong heartbeat through his chest. You were sure he could feel your wild one in yours.

Suddenly, placing a pale hand on the center of your chest at the base of your neck, L grinned. Fingering your pulse with his pointer finger, he let out a satisfied sigh.

“Beautiful~”  

[smalls-words]

Game Night Partner

Summary: After being rescued from the binds of CADMUS, you realise that you would let Alex Danvers show you the world, even if you were hers.

Pairing: Alex Danvers/Sentinel x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warnings: Light mention of CADMUS torture, a serious love for ice cream, stupid Kryptonite, Alex trying to be funny whilst teasing Reader about her species, Disney references to a movie I haven’t seen.

Requested: YES/no (FIRST REQUEST!!!)

A/N: Somebody likes my fics 🥹🥹🥹 The anon who asked didn’t explicitly state if the reader was fem or not but I did see a ‘she’ pronoun in the request so I’ve written it in fem!reader (if you don’t want it fem i can always edit it!)

Words: 1,833

CADMUS is a word Kara and Alex Danvers have synonymised with hell multiple times - first they kidnapped Jeremiah and turned him, then they kidnapped Kara to use her heat vision and take her blood - the list goes on and on. 

So when a CADMUS base was starting to attract too much attention with all of the superpowered villains they were creating, a plan was formed to infiltrate and destroy anything the DEO could get their hands on. 

The sister duo worked in tandem, with Kara fighting the powered villains whilst Alex stole files, there came a pause in their movements. Silence rang throughout the base and the sisters looked at each other in concern, because it seemed like the base was much fuller in their intel. 

“Let’s keep going, just to make sure.” Alex muttered, following behind Kara.

“Can you hear anything?” 

“There’s something faint up ahead…” The Kryptonian muttered, her super hearing not exactly helpful in the echoing walls of the base. 

She followed the sound, hesitating and listening carefully here and there until they came to an open area with harsh lighting. 

“Kara!” Alex yelled worriedly as her sister’s legs crumbled beneath her, her veins a sickly shade of green.

“Kryptonite.” Kara muttered.

“But for what?” 

Alex quickly sought out the controls for the area and turned off the Kryptonite, throwing a sun grenade above Kara as it flooded her cells with energy. Once replenished, Kara narrowed her eyes and tried to look through the door in front of her, but it seemed to be lined with lead. 

However, when she tried her infrared, the entire thing became a dark red, almost black.

“Don’t touch it!” She whisper-shouted at Alex as her hand neared the door handle.

“It’s boiling.” She instead moved to open it and instantly threw up her cape to protect Alex from a bout of heat vision. 

The pipes above them creaked and Kara hissed whilst water fell onto her skin, patches of her veins turning green once more wherever the liquid touched her. She stepped back, causing Alex to see what had happened.

There, kneeling with either arm hung in the air, was a woman with a mask covering her nose and mouth like a dog muzzle. Her eyes held a tinge of orange heat whilst the rest of her body glowed the same Kryptonite shade since she had been drenched in the Kryptonite-radiated water.

“Hey, hey, hey, easy. We’re here to help.” 

Alex quickly stepped out of the room and saw a small iPad-like device embedded in the wall beside it. She quickly took a photo and made sure the body cam on her vest got a good look before she stepped back in.

“You’re Y/N L/N, right?” 

You nodded weakly, your head soon too heavy for your neck as it slumped down.

“Hey, stay with me here. Kara!” 

The Kryptonian stood outside and pressed a few more buttons, the clasps around your wrists and ankles unclipping with a groan. Without them, you crumpled to the floor and winced as the puddle of water had not quite gone down the drain yet.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” Alex murmured as she picked you up, the only person out of the duo who could.

As you all left, Kara instantly shot out her heat vision and burned the entire area to a crisp, now flying above the truck Alex and you sat in. She held you close as you shivered, your thin body in need of heat, food, and other necessities CADMUS had denied you of.

“You’ll be okay. I’ll be right by your side.” Alex reassured you as darkness fell around your vision.

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You lay still in the infirmary bed at the DEO, with Kara, J’onn, Nia and Alex all surrounding your frail form.

“She looks like a ghost.” Nia murmured, breaking the silence. 

“She felt like it.” Alex answered, holding your hand as she reminisced on how light and easy you were to carry. 

“What is she?” Kara shook her head. 

“We got a good look at your body cam footage, Alex.” J’onn began before showing them the refined image. 

“She’s an Infernian, but her DNA is incorrect for their species. In fact, she has a significant amount of Kryptonian cells.” 

“But how? She looks the same age as me.” Kara retorted.

“That meteor you punched in middle school.” Alex realised.

“Your DNA was on that meteor. CADMUS could have found it-”

“And spliced Y/N’s DNA, creating the perfect weapon.” Nia finalised.

Alex looked down at you and saw you shiver, grabbing a blanket to put over the top of you. Once done, she returned to her spot and took your hand, brushing the skin of it softly whilst the solar lamps around you worked to rejuvenate your cells.

“What will happen when she wakes up?” She asked J’onn softly.

“Well… we could train her. Maybe Kara should.”

“No. Alex should.”

“Kara-”

“I only got as good as I am now because of you. She shouldn’t learn from a student, she should learn from a teacher.” 

“Then it’s settled. Once Y/N wakes up, you will train her to become an agent of the DEO.” 

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Two months had passed since you had been taken away from CADMUS. After having nightmares about the horrendous torture you went through - having Kryptonite-radiated water rain down on your for hours, training and killing for whatever was needed - J’onn made the decision that you should move in with Alex so that she could expose you to the world.

Right now, you two were walking down the waterfront of National City, hot chocolates in hand since winter had begun to set in. Your naturally warm body meant that you only had a shirt, jeans and a jacket on whilst Alex shivered ferociously next to you.

“Will you stop being stubborn and just hold my hand?” You grumbled, having offered it multiple times so that Alex wouldn’t be cold.

“I’ll be fine. Besides, Noonan’s is a few blocks away.” Her teeth chattered and you finally had enough.

You forcefully took her hand and wrapped it in yours, not failing to hear the satisfied sigh that left her lips. You were careful not to hold her too tightly or to walk too fast, still trying to get a grasp on the Kryptonian part of your powers.

You did, however, gasp when you saw an ice cream truck, speeding over when nobody was looking.

“How may I help you?” The attendant asked.

“Three scoops of Salted Caramel ice cream, please!” You exclaimed, excited to surprise Alex as she walked over to you. 

“You, psycho, need to remember when you can and cannot use your powers.” She whispered in your ear, making a shiver travel down your spine.

You soon paid for the ice cream and grabbed an extra spoon from the open box, holding it out to Alex and she scoffed.

“No! I am not having ice cream, it’s like 9 degrees!”

“But I got it to share with you.” You murmured bashfully.

Truth be told, you had always seen something else in Alex that intrigued you. She was headstrong and she knew her worth, which was only mesmerising to watch, especially when a male agent talks down to her petite size.

You grinned when she took the small plastic spoon from you and scooped some ice cream out of your cup, tasting it and humming as she swallowed.

“That’s almost as good as No-Churn’s.”

“Can you speak English, please? What is a No-Churn?” The puzzled look on your face made Alex laugh and you felt your heart flutter at that sound.

“Oh, you are finding that out, tonight, at game night.”

“But-”

“Nuh uh uh. You are going to wait, little… Kryptofern.” 

You gasped dramatically and she laughed at your feigned hurt. “Oh, how you wound me, Alexandra!” 

“Shut up.” 

“Dishonour on your family! Dishonour on you! Dishonour on your cow!”

“You have been spending way too much time watching Disney with Kara.” 

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When game night came, you felt nervous. What were you supposed to say? ‘Hi, Alex! Turns out that this little feeling I get when you laugh, and smile, and just be around me means that I like you!’

No, Y/N, that’s weird.

But, when Alex saw your furrowed eyebrows as you ‘stared’ at the Monopoly board, she pulled you aside.

“Are you okay? Are you dissociating again? You have that crinkle in your head-”

“I-I’m okay. Just thinking.” You interrupted softly, looking at her side-swept hair and beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

Great, Y/N, now everytime you see chocolate you’re gonna think of Alex.

“Don’t think too hard.” She teased you, moving to return to the game but a hand on her wrist instantly made her stop.

“Wait. I… I actually need to tell you something.”

“Yeah? Yeah, go ahead, I’m listening.” 

That was the thing - Alex always listened. She heard you out, listened to your thoughts and dragged you away from the bad ones. She held true to the promise she made two months ago, and she has never faltered on it.

“Is this about you liking me? Because if you’re nervous-”

“Wait, what?” You asked, noticing her smug grin.

“Kara told me after one of your Disney nights when you were asleep and she flew you home. You gripped onto me so tightly when I told you it was me that I got a small bruise on my rib.” 

“I hurt you?” 

Alex realised her mistake and instantly put her beer down, cupping your cheeks softly as she rubbed her thumbs on them. 

“No, no, no - well, yes, but you didn’t mean to. It was quite cute, really. You wouldn’t let me go and I had no choice but to snuggle you on the couch, since your feet weren’t really working.” 

You felt tears pricking your eyes and you tried to pull yourself out of her grip but she just held on tighter, brushing them away for you.

“It’s okay, Y/N/N. I like you too.”

Your eyes widened in shock as she kissed you softly, her lips still tasting like the salted caramel ice cream you shared only hours ago. You pulled away softly when you felt the need to breathe, and she pulled you in for a hug.

“You like me?” You asked in her ear.

“Yes, I do. Now, Y/N L/N, will you do me the honour of being my game night partner for the foreseeable future?” 

You rolled your eyes at Alex’s twisted way of asking you to be her girlfriend, to which you replied, “Only if you tell me what a No-Churn is.”

She nodded and kissed you softly once more before grabbing the ice cream brand out of the freezer and sitting down next to you, your eyes gleaming in just the right lighting so that she saw a playful spark.

That’s when she knew you’d be the best game night partner in the world.

A/N - This was a bit rushed, but I still like it (sorta). Don’t forget to send in any requests!

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Pairing: George Luz x Reader

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"This is the stupidest thing." I snarled, my gun firmly gripped in my hands even though I had eased instead of staying put. "You're stupid." I added, checking we were safe.

"Go back, then." Luz, who stood ahead of me, rotated, shrugging with an entertained silly smile plastered on his face. "Didn't ask you to come, did I?" He turned back and resumed his unconcerned waltzing. "You volunteered."

"Yeah, 'cause you need someone with common sense near you at all times." I scolded him. It was mostly an excuse —he was very much allowed to go for a walk alone, but I feared his happygolucky attitude would get him killed. "It's not like I enjoy babysitting you, but you can't be wandering around on your own."

"You secretly do enjoy babysitting me."

"I secretly wanna drag you back to CP by your hair," I retorted, throwing daggers at him. "but Winters bought your 'reconnaissance party' excuse to take a walk 'cause you were bored, so I'm stuck with..." I came to a halt, examining our surroundings. It felt as if we were being watched.

"This lovely gentleman—"

"Shut. Up." I urged through gritted teeth.

"Y/n/n, it's the third time you said that, you're parano—" The technician was cut off mid sentence by a bullet cutting through the air. "FUCK!"

What followed was utter chaos on our part.

Luz struggled to grab his M1, I struggled to find the shooter, the Germans struggled to aim right; the latter was good for us.

"SHIT! WATCH OUT!" I pulled George out of the open, rushing him into the nearest building with me practically on his back. "DUCK! DUCK!" I shouted, shutting the door behind us and crouching at the rapid fire coming from the outside.

Luz had crouched too at my warning; he had also, unbeknownst to me, stopped in his tracks. I also hadn't acknowledged that right at the entrance of the dilapidated house, there were a set of stairs. This factors, mashed together, earned me a bad trip, which sent us both rolling downstairs.

The radio he had carried for the show took its own path, and so did his helmet, rolling away from where we landed.

"You're crushing my spleen!" He cried out, pushing me off him while I myself attempted to raise.

"You don't even know where your spleen is!" I argued, yelping when I heard either a hand grenade or a potato masher going off right at the door. Luz tugged me further from the entrance, but when we looked at it, we realized it had had the opposite effect the Germans had probably wished for. The door hadn't bursted open; instead, it was now blocked by part of the ruins belonging to the same room we were in.

We were either trapped or safe. Maybe both.

Just as that thought crossed my mind, a bullet busted the glass of the single window of the room; forget safeness, we were just trapped.

"Sonofabitch—" I kicked the radio in Luz's direction as he cussed, and I reached for my nearest weapon. "Easy CP! Easy CP!" He shouted into the device while I aimed through the shattered window to fire a couple of shots, hoping to reach the shooter. "We're being pinned down by a sniper in an empty building by the river— Frank! That you?! I'm with Y/l/n, we're— Y/N!" I fell to the ground, a bit disoriented; I hadn't seen what George had, I only had heard a piercing clink on my helmet right when I had turned to reach for more ammunition, which was instantly followed by a stinging pain on the back of my head.

George dropped the phone for an instant, leaping forward to get to me; although I wasn't able to catch a sight of the bullet hitting the back of my head, I did see the shot that went straight through the radio right after Luz had left it.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" I yelled, giving George a push for him to get away from the window, whilst I myself recoiled to the wall behind me, my hand on my crown to check if I was, in fact, fine. It hurt, but no blood was coming out of it. Close call.

"Frank? You hear me?" George was back on his previous spot. "Shit! He fucking got the radio!"

"Jesus Christ—" I peeped through the window, aiming my rifle to the place where the shots seemed to be coming from and began to blindly fire the weapon, hoping to offer the radioman some covering. "Fuck the radio, Luz! Take cover!"

The Portuguese man backed away from the window and I retreated myself, just in time to avoid the two bullets which plunged into the room and ricochetted on the concrete of the abandoned building.

We both sat against opposite walls, staring wide-eyed at each other, radio forgotten in the middle, the only thing heard being our pants.

No more bullets would be shot, unless the sniper got a glimpse of us, and that wouldn't happen anytime soon if we could avoid it.

I took a moment to stare at my helmet, now discarded on the floor, a few feet away from us. From my angle, I could perfectly see the two holes the bullet had left, shining under the moonlight.

"You sure you're alright?" George questioned in a whisper, fearing we would be heard by the enemy. It was an unlikely scenario, but scary nonetheless.

"Yeah, I'm good. Are you?"

"Uh-huh." He huffed. "Thank God for helmets, huh?" Luz let out an amused chuckle at his own comment, pointing at my helmet.

Now that the adrenaline-fueled fear was dying down, I had a moment for the situation to dawn on me. Not only had I been dragged out with George fucking Luz; I was now trapped in a half ruined building, pinned down by probably one single German who we would most likely be able to take down, had we not been stranded.

Luz's characteristic smile started to fade away the more I glared at him, until all was left was an uncomfortable frown.

"Are you pissed at me?" There was some kind of smugness in his tone, some kind of challenge, as if he could not believe I was actually mad.

"What'd ya think?"

To be completely honest, I didn't know if I was angrier at him or at me. He had resolved to go on his own, yes, but I had been the one to accompany him, and I had been the one shoving him into a building where we had a high chance of being caged in.

"Perco got the message," Luz tried to appease me; he knew animosity was not a good ally in our situation. "we'll be outta here in no time."

"he got half the message." He sighed, pinching his nose. "If it were me in charge, I wouldn't bother sending a squad of what- Ten men? to get two?" I puffed, bracing my legs to rest my chin on my knees. "Without knowing the goddamn position."

"That's why you're not in charge." He fairly pointed out in a soft, slow voice, half teasing, half serious. "Plus, you're full of shit." I stared puzzled at him. "You would risk it." He confidently stated, a smirk twitching up the corner of his lips, "In fact, if you were in charge, you'd come yourself to get the stray motherfuckers."

"What makes you think so?" I was no longer that mad; curiosity had taken a hold of my mind.

"You came with me so I wouldn't be alone." He quirked a brown at me with a wide smile. "And you don't even like me."

"That's not true." I confessed, finding myself slightly offended by the statement. I did like Luz, he could be infuriating sometimes, specially towards me, but he wasn't all that bad. He was good for the company's morale.

"It is!" He insisted with a diverted laugh that held a tinge of indignation behind the lightheartedness. "You find me annoying as hell. I'm not deaf, Y/l/n, I hear your comments, y'know?"

I knitted my eyebrows at the way the spark in his eyes seemed to be dimmed by something darker, something bluish.

"Dunno what you're talkin' 'bout." I muttered.

"Sure you don't." He scoffed, looking me up and down before averting his eyes. After a split second, that emotion that had darkened his gaze was gone, and his laid-back demeanor was back. "Point is, we'll be outta here soon. I have full trust on the fellas and you should too." I only gave him a nod which gave rise to a tense silence.

After a few minutes had passed, I came to the realization that I had never seen Luz quiet. But then again, we had never been left alone, so I hadn't really gotten the chance to know how he acted when he wasn't surrounded by his friends.

I doubted he was that quiet, though.

"Luz?" He hummed, prompting me to speak, but his gaze didn't meet mine. "I don't... dislike you."

He denied, letting his head rest on the cracked wall. "Drop it, Y/l/n, not everyone's got good taste." His attempted cockiness was just that; an attempt. I couldn't tell if he was mad at me— I had never seen George Luz mad.

Neither had I seen him upset.

He had heard my comments, he said; I wondered what comments of mine had reached his ears. Judging by his tone, surely not the good ones.

In a twisted, selfish way, I was glad those words of admiration for Luz's character I had more than once spoken to Alley and Shifty hadn't come to the jokester's knowledge. I guess protecting my ego seemed more important than protecting his feelings.

But then again, who would have thought George Luz would give a damn if I found him annoying?

Due to the distance between us and the lack of light in the corner he sat nearby, I couldn't really discern much of his expression, so I did a very, very stupid thing; I propped myself up, and sprinted through the small room.

Luz's horrified eyes glued to my form as I somehow dodged the brief firing, his arms reaching out in the air to successfully find mines and pull me to him. He caged me in his embrace, retreating even further into the room's corner. The shots' angle had gotten wider, closer to our position, meaning the shooter had moved and our safe ground had limited to said corner by the window frame.

I found myself regretting pushing George into that building, whilst simultaneously enjoying the comfort of his arms.

"Are you outta your goddamn mind?!" He scolded me in a stage whisper, only freeing me from his grasp once the last bullet had been shot. Even then, he didn't allow me to move too far away, leaving us in a very uncomfortable position. "Tryna get yourself killed or what?"

"What's bothering you?" I inquired, shifting my position in search for a less inconvenient way to stay still, since being half thrown over George didn't seem that appealing on the long run.

"Your dumb ass doin' stupid things, that's bothering m- For FUCK'S—" he held back a painful grunt, giving the air a kick before grasping my knee to move it away. "that's my crotch!"

"Shit! Sorry." I did my best to relieve him, ending up straddling his lap. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do for now. "Listen, whatever comments you heard—"

"Jesus Christ... You crossed the room for that?" He propped himself from the wall to lightly smack the back of my head. "Dummy."

"Ouch!" I rubbed the spot, frowny.

"Quit whining." He retorted, the ghost of a cheeky grin dancing on his lips while he leaned back, head slightly tilted up.

"I don't really find you annoying." I tilted my head to the side, lips pursed. "Well— not always."

"Y/n, c'mon."

"I'm just on the pessimistic side," I kept on going, ignoring his dismissal. "and you're so loud and... Dunno..." I waved my hands between us, looking for the right word. "Cheery, it sometimes gets me on my nerves."

"I am not cheery." He limited himself to respond, squinting his eyes at me briefly before casting his head down. "I cope through humor. Otherwise I'd have put a bullet through my skull long ago." 'Speechless' was an understatement of the state his words had left me in; he noticed, even without sparing me a single look, and so he tried to lighten up the mood. "What? We all have our particular ways to get by, don't we?" He shrugged. "Mine's making people laugh. Yours's turnin' into a grumpy grandma." He giggled again at his own joke.

This sort of tauntings were the usual, and normally, my standard response would go between 'get lost' and 'I'll show you what grumpy is'. However, I decided to let it slide for once.

"I do like you, Luz." I stated, staring at his covered face, hoping for him to look up so I could meet his eyes; I didn't know if I would be able to look into them after his dark statement, though. "You're a great person, and every Company should have a George Luz."

"Thanks, Y/n." I peeked at me, gifting me his precious simper, dimmed by his own downcasting words. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this."

"I chose to come, George. It's okay." I tried to reciprocate the smile with one of my own, well aware that it wouldn't do him justice.

"Woah, look at that!" I furrowed in confusion at his exclamation. "You actually can smile. Unbelievable." He cackled when I nudged his shoulder in annoyance. "It only took you two years, Y/n/n." The cheekiness in his voice made my blood boil.

"Luz, I swear to God," I hissed leaning on unconsciously. "I'll break your arm."

"Mhmm." His warm eyes dug into mine, seemingly in search of something. What? I wouldn't know. In all honesty, I didn't care; I was enjoying a bit too much the way he stared at me. "Pretty smile, by the way." I thanked the darkness of the night for the coverage offered to my sheepishness, since I could feel my cheeks reddening— not at the words, but at the tone. "Do I have to turn all gloomy for you to keep it on?"

As his hands moved to be laid on top of my thighs, it dawned on me how much I actually liked George Luz.

I cleared my throat, attempting to raise from his lap and move to the side, only to have George's hold secure me back down.

"Where you goin'?" He quirked an eyebrow at me. "I understand this is a compromising position for such a modest dame." He refrained a laugh at my warning glare. "But if you move to the side I'll have you dyin' in my arms."

"I'm sure that's the sole reason why you don't want me to move." I affirmed sarcastically. "You're definitely not enjoyin' this." A shamelessly guilty smirk lit both his face and eyes. "Quit tryna get into my pants."

"I gave up back at Toccoa, sweetheart." His thumbs drew patterns over my clothes so lovingly that it burned through them, imprinting in my skin. "I'm tryna get into your heart." He breathed, making me forget about the dangers that prowled on the other side of the damned window.

Heaven knows from where came the impulse to do what I did next— I leaned on, supporting myself by placing my hands on his chest, and whispered in his ear, "why? Did I get into yours?"

If the sight of him swallowing with widened eyes when I pulled back didn't bring me enough satisfaction, the hitched breath and his trembling hand raising to find my cheek did.

"D'ya want a verbal answer or can I just kiss you?"

Choosing actions over words, one of my hands found his dog tags under his gear and gave them a tug. Luz wasted no time to meet my lips with his in a fervent kiss I didn't know I craved so bad.

Sadly, we were interrupted by a new wave of sporadic fire. We pulled away only enough for George to throw me between him and the wall at his left, clutching my form for dear life. It took us a hot second to realize it wasn't the sniper bullets plummeting through the aperture in the wall, it was something else.

As soon as the shooting seemed to come to an end, I pulled away from Luz, making sure my rifle had enough ammo to defend ourselves. George did the same thing, and we stayed put for an instant, until we heard a familiar voice calling our names.

"Perco?! Here" Luz was the first one to rise, putting his gun in the air so our friends would locate us.

I lowered the weapon when Hoobler's face peeked through the window. "Found 'em!" I sighed in relief and went to reach both my helmet and George's while Luz helped Hoobler remove the shattered glass from the windowsill so we could get out.

I walked back to them once Luz was out and, after throwing the useless radio at Perconte, I took Shifty's hand to get out myself.

"Close call, huh?" Perconte questioned, throwing the device to his shoulder. "Luz, this is why you listen when Y/n tells ya you're doin' somethin' stupid."

"Yeah well, I'll never learn, will I?" George spoke staring at me, cheeks still moderately flushed from our little moment.

"You're a lost cause, boy." Randleman spoke, joining us with Hashey by his side. "All clear, let's head back."

As we began our way back to CP, I briefly made eye contact with Luz, who purposefully stayed behind, motioning me to do the same. I subtly complied, brushing his fingers with mine once we walked by each other.

A small smile escaped my lips when George's pinky laced with mine. When I looked up, I noticed he was feigning absentmindedness whilst sporting a proud silly grin of his own.

A snort was heard ahead of us, coming most likely from Perconte, given that he was the one elbowing Shifty and motioning him to look at us.

"Don't even think about it." I warned the sniper, whose eyes danced between Luz's hold of my finger, his idiotic smile and my pink face. "I'll kill you."

"Had a good time waitin' for us, George?" Perconte teased.

"The best time." Luz responded, abandoning my pinky to sneak his hand in mine, interlacing it properly. "Dontcha think, Y/l/n."

"I still think that was the stupidest idea." I replied instead, the corners of my lips inevitably twisting upwards at the way George looked at me.

Yeah, I liked George Luz.

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Tom is talking to your baby bump | ☁✰

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You try to get your pencil back and end up on your knees infront of your history teacher Mr. Holland | ☁

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[echo-three-one]

Hi Echo! Could you please do some Captain Price x male reader angst for me? With the prompt “You’re a god damn mistake, that’s what you are.” If you're not too busy

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hey wheat anon. Thank you for waiting.

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“A goddamn mistake, that’s what you are!” His words stung once again as you sat by the armored car on your way to the Task Force 141 base. It’s been a year since you last saw his face along with your old friends who got transferred and it brought you a bittersweet feeling.

You could remember it clearly, that mission where you massively fucked up. You could feel the same tremble on your hands back then as your mate told you that you’re almost there. Your whole squad looked excited, being transferred to a new task force was one of the greatest things that could happen to them, but you felt different toward it.

You knew full well that this meant that you’re going to cross paths with Captain Price once again and you have a feeling that he won’t ever forget your sorry face.

"Hey man, why the long face? It's THE 141! Aren't you in any way excited?!" Your mate asked with tones of joy. He's been dreaming of this assignment for years now.

"Yeah. I am… It's just, we're gonna be dealing with the worst of the worst here. It's like a whole new level of life and death." You muttered as he raised an eyebrow.

"There you are again with your existential crisis philosophy. It's war! We're expected to face the worst of the worst!" He said with a heavy pat on your back as he laughed.

You smiled to recognize his words of encouragement and turned your head on the road. He didn't know what your reason was behind the sulky look and you didn't have to tell him anything because you knew it would happen anytime soon. And that worried you a lot.

The brisk breeze of air swayed a bit of your hair as you stepped down the vehicle and slowly walked your way into the base’s training grounds where you were to be briefed on your new setup. You could see his figure from a mile away as the silhouette of his hat was obvious from afar. No one else wore that kind of hat. You could feel yourself get nervous as he looked at your direction and crossed his arms, waiting for your squad to arrive and assemble.

You took a sharp inhale and puffed your chest. It was now or never.

~

“Morning Lads. Welcome to the 141.” His commanding tone was sharp to the ear despite the raspy sound. You’ve always feared him ever since that fateful day you screwed up and you felt that his opinion on you had never changed one bit. In fact, you felt that it went way worse than it was before.

“I could see a lot of familiar faces in here, most of you knew me from the SAS. I am Captain John Price and I have chosen you as members of this new elite task force.” He informed us as he paced back and forth. You could feel your mouth dry up as he walked past you, anticipating a lesson from the past every time his eyes gaze at your direction.

“Well, to keep things simple, you are part of a task force specially created to eliminate global terrorist threats emerging from the shadows. Our target, Vladimir Makarov. He’s been off the grid forming alliances and secretly planning on a global attack that could spark world war three. And we won’t let that happen.” He paused, eyeing at you as he furrowed his eyebrows. You froze. You’re hunch was right. He never forgot.

“That’s all from me for now. Sgt. Sanderson here will give you a rundown of the base and our training schedules. If you think you’re great enough that you passed selection, then you’re wrong. You could do better and you can prove it here.” He said as the sergeant walked to the field and did his introduction. You followed the tour but your thoughts were clouded with the past. That one moment you screwed up.

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“Get up Y/N! We have to go!” Price roared as he forcefully pulled you up. You felt your whole body ache as his forceful  pull triggered the aching parts of your body. One does not simply get up from a plane crash, but here you were.

The adrenaline rush did its thing and you felt numb from the pain as you assisted your team to defend the crash site. You were all out in the open and surrounded, the only way out was death.

“We better get out of this place alive! Assist me as I make way for us!" He roared as your ears were still ringing from the grenades cooking in the distance. You messed up. They adjusted their landing on your error and now the whole team was scattered and surrounded. You felt really worried about your massive fuck up but you should be more worried at the situation you were in.

You raised your rifle and covered the British Captain as he made way to regroup with the squad, shooting hostiles that surrounded his direction. A once quiet forest was now the center of the war as your plane disturbed it's natural balance, alerting nearby troops.

Everyone was still accounted for, and that's what mattered. Their safety is the priority and you accepted your consequences after this mission was over not minding one bit, as long as they were alive.

And it was one hell of a battle. Bullets showered everywhere. It was a sloppy execution but the end justifies the means. 

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"Sergeant L/N!" Price called as you crossed his office, causing the tour to stop. You gulped as everyone looked at you as you entered his room and closed the door. The cold air didn't help as you started to sweat all over.

"I see you made it past selection." He mused as he gestured to you to take a seat. You simply followed and sat down.

"Normally, I would brush off the past as something not worth recalling. But you brought us unforgettable memories of warfare out there. Be wary of your actions toward the mission, okay?" He asked, his tone was non threatening, but you could feel him sending you a warning.

"Yes Captain." You said, trying to hide the shiver in your voice as he dismissed you. Once you closed the door, you took a deep breath and sighed.

He never forgot that you were a huge mistake. And you're going to have to live through this place with the intention of changing his impression toward you.

[ragingbookdragon]

To Fear Or Not To Fear, That Is The Question PT. 1

Lantern!Reader x Lanternfamily

Word Count: 2.3K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst, Mentions of PTSD

Author's Note: I wrote this story a while ago, but this ask made me post it! I'll get part two out sometime later! Enjoy! -Thorne

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She gripped the arm rests of her chair until her knuckles started to whiten, her heart pounded in her chest, so harshly against her rib cage that it began to hurt. The flashes spread across her mind, and she squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to breathe as the mantra, “You’re home” flowed through her lips, though it didn’t quell the violent shaking in her body.

Their faces darted through her mind, expressions frozen in mixtures of shock, pain, and fear. She could feel herself slipping back there, could feel the heat of the sun beating down on her body, the sliding of her limbs in the burning desert sand, the splattering of hot blood from her teammates wounds, the smell of gunmetal and oil, of sweat—it was all coming back again, so fast, and all she could do was hold on and force herself to ground.

She had no idea what had set off the attack, but she did know that she was able to turn the lights off and sit down before it immobilized her with tremors. Clenching her hands into fists, she forced herself to bend over, pressing her forehead to her knees.

You’re home, (Y/N). You’re not in Afghanistan anymore. You’re alive. You’re here. The memories are there, but you’re not. Relax. Focus. Keep it together. Don’t give in. Hold—

An explosion rocked the side of the house, sending her to the floor and she gasped, automatically covering her head, waiting for the impact of mortar rounds and grenades. Another explosion sounded, followed by a bellow, and (Y/N) lifted her head up, crawling on al fours to the window. Gripping the window ledge, she pulled herself up and peeked over, eyes widening at the sight of two glowing figures throwing punches back and forth.

One of them was covered in a green glow, the other an angry red. She held the ledge and watched as the red one socked the other in the chest and they hit the ground, holding out their arms to protect themselves. The attacker lifted their hands and to her shock, a crimson block appeared above them. In an instant, she knew who the enemy was.

Her eyes darted to the lock box sitting on the shelf and forcing herself to get up, she ran to it, yanking it open and grabbing the contents. She sprinted to the door and shoved the clip into the 357 Magnum, pulling back the slide before flipping the safety off. (Y/N) slung the door open and ran down the front steps, kneeling in the grass as she raised the gun and closed one eye, taking sight of the target before her. With an intake of breath, she unloaded all nine rounds into the back of the glowing red person.

She wasn’t sure if it took them down because they started spurting more of the acid like blood, but it was the opening that the person below them needed, because the next thing (Y/N) knew, a flash of green sent the bellowing red enemy sky-high and out of sight.

Her arms suddenly felt weak, and she let them go slack, the Magnum landing by her hip. A groan sounded from the person in green and she stumbled to her feet, hurrying on weak knees to them.

They were laying in the grass, and when she got there, her jaw went slack when she saw their legs blown off a few feet away. (Y/N) went to her knees, already yanking her sweatshirt off, starting to tie tourniquets around the amputated appendages.

“Hey,” she breathed when they groaned. “You’re gonna be okay. I’m here to help.”

They opened their eyes and she blinked at how bright and green they were. “It is too late.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “No. I’ll help you.” She swallowed the urge to vomit as the blue blood started soaking through her sweatshirt and on her hands. “You’re going to be okay.”

They reached out and grabbed her arm. “You must take my place.”

“I—what?” she asked, tying the knots tighter. “You need to get to a hospital. You’re bleeding out.”

“I have been bleeding out.” They laughed, blood splattering their chin. “Atrocitus’ minion has chased me long through the stars.”

“Atrocitus? Who?” (Y/N) shook her head. “Look, we need to get you help.”

“Your human healers cannot help me. I am at my end.” They squeezed her wrist. “You must take my place amongst the Green Lanterns. If the ring is left alone, someone could corrupt it.”

(Y/N) stared at them. “Rings? What?”

They raised their hand free hand and she saw a black band, a glowing green symbol in the center—she recognized the symbol; the Green Lantern in the Justice League wore it. Slipping it off, they handed it to her.

“Find the Four Corpsmen in this city. They will help you.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “No. Right now, I need to help you.” Her eyes hardened. “I don’t know anything about alien physiology, but I will save you.”

Their eyes narrowed fondly, and they whispered, “I can see the fear you hold in your heart…that you could not save the ones you were supposed to protect from your enemies.” They swallowed, coughing harshly. “You can overcome this fear.” Holding out the ring again, they said, “The ring will guide you to the Four Corpsmen.”

She took the ring, flipping it over in her hand, and she caught sight of a dim green inscription. Squinting, (Y/N) read, “In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil's might, beware my power—Green Lantern's light.”

The green ring suddenly moved on its own, sliding onto her finger and an otherworldly voice commanded, (Y/N) (L/N) of Earth. You have the ability to overcome great fear. Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps.

A warmth washed over her body, and she watched in shock as her clothes were replaced with a skintight black and green suit, but it didn’t feel restricting. It felt comfortable—it made her feel safe. A mask flashed across her eyes and when she looked down at the alien, their eyes had glazed over, mouth frozen in a smile.

(Y/N) felt her heart tighten and she breathed out, reaching over, gently closing their eyes. She stood from the body and wandered behind the house, returning with a shovel. It didn’t take long to dig out the hole and she was surprised that she wasn’t tired from the exertion as she lowered the body into it, before covering them with dirt and standing over the grave, her hands clasped together.

Wherever you’ve ended up, friend…I hope you’re at peace. She opened her eyes, a firm look in them. I’ll continue your mission.

She looked down at the ring on her finger, then up at the bright city in the distance. Gotta go into the city. (Y/N) turned and walked into the house, climbing the steps to her bedroom. Glancing down at the ring, she said, “Okay, ring. You gotta power down so I can change my clothes.”

Nothing happened and her brows furrowed.

“Power down?” Again nothing, and a bolt of irritation struck a nerve, and she clenched her fist, commanding, “Power down. Now.” The suit on her body faded and she sighed in relief. “Okay, so commands work.” (Y/N) moved into the shower. “Clean up first, then get dressed and leave.”

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She kept to the back alleys of the city, which, given that it was nine o’clock, most of them were empty, still, she didn’t want to find trouble before she found the…what had the alien called them? Four Corpsmen?

(Y/N) shook er head and looked down at the ring on her finger. It hadn’t lit up again since she told it to stop. “Ring! Uh…show me where the Four Corpsmen are!”

The symbol in the middle lit up and a started making flashes, and in a panic, she shouted, “Do it inconspicuously!” A small green line slide along the ground and she smiled. “That’s better.”

Following it, she sprinted through the back streets until she came to a bar; she rolled her eyes. “Of course, they’re in a bar. What men.”

(Y/N) followed the line into the bar and when it disappeared, she blinked, looking around for whoever could fit the description of supposed Corpsmen. There were a few guys at the bar, a few playing pool, some at booths and tables…she had no idea who could possibly be who she was looking for.

Someone brushed past her with a small, “Excuse me, sweetheart.” Another dart of green appeared in her vision, and she saw it attached to his back as he flowed through the bar and to the back where a trio of young men were sitting. They cheered when he got back and he smiled, passing out four beers.

“Them?” she murmured to herself and before she could move, someone had her around the waist.

“Hey, babe. Lookin’ for company?”

(Y/N)’s face pinched, and she shrugged away from them. “No thanks. I’m not here for fun.”

“Now don’t be like that.” The guy reached for her and before he knew it, he found himself being slammed face first into a wooden post, collapsing down onto his back, out cold.

She happened to look up just as his friends were coming over from the pool table and she rolled her eyes, already lifting her hands, ready for a fight. Two came at her and she swiped a beer mug from a server, sloshing the beer in one’s face before she sidestepped, slamming the glass into the second’s head. (Y/N) flowed into the next step and threw her elbow out into the first’s throat. They both fell to the ground, and she tossed the handle aside, but before she could do anything, someone had her around the waist, hauling her up then slamming her down to the ground.

(Y/N) grunted as she lost her bearings, and somewhere over the noise and music of the bar, she heard more shouting, but she paid it no mind, scrambling to her feet when one of them shoved her backwards.

Someone caught her, shoving her back up, shouting, “Get your head in the game, lady! We got some assholes to lay flat!” Four men passed her, already throwing punches and spurred on, she threw herself back in the fight.

Within seconds, the bar fight was over, and she panted as the four guys leaned against the bar, all laughing, each picking up a beer mug to drink from. (Y/N) felt a bit worn and someone laid a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, you good?”

She looked up at the man who had short cropped, ginger hair and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Glancing at the others, she said, “Thanks for the assist.”

One of them held out a hand. “You fight like a soldier.”

“Former special ops. Navy corpsman.” She replied, eyeing the dog tags around his neck as she shook his hand firmly. “Sergeant.”

“John,” he corrected with a smile, then gestured to his friends. “That’s Guy, Kyle, and Hal.”

(Y/N) shook their hands too. “Name’s (Y/N).”

One of them, Kyle, handed her a beer. “So, what brought you to the bar besides the bar-fight?”

She gazed into the liquid. “Uh…I’m looking for someone…multiple people actually.” Her eyes fell on them again. “But in the haze of the fight, I lost sight of whoever it was.”

Hal sent her a wink. “We’d be glad to help out a beautiful lady like yourself.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, but since she didn’t have a better option, she murmured, “I’m looking for some men who are known as the ‘Four Corpsmen’.”

Immediately the mood shifted as their friendly faces dropped, all solemn as they looked at her. “Where did you hear that name?” John questioned and she met his gaze.

“I’m taking from the seriousness that you’re who I’m looking for then.” (Y/N) held out her hand. “The alien said you could help me with this…I don’t know how to work it.”

They all glanced down at her hand, well, the ring on her hand, eyes widening at the sight; Hal grabbed her wrist. “Where did you get this?”

“The alien. It was being attacked by something in red and I…” she looked away. “I shot it, but the alien, it…I couldn’t save it. Its wounds were too severe.” (Y/N) yanked her hand back, clenching it into a fist. “It told me to take its place amongst the Green Lanterns. To overcome my fear.” Swallowing thickly, she admitted, “I don’t how to do that…but it said you four could help me with it.”

She could tell the were mulling it over, quite possibly communicating with one another by the way they seemed to shoot each other looks, and she cracked a smile at how Guy cocked a brow and then gestured to her whilst looking at Kyle like he was an idiot.

But (Y/N) grew tired of their mental conversation and yanked the beer mug from Guy’s hand, ignoring his shout, and she down it before slamming it on the bar. “Look, I don’t what I’m supposed to do with this, and if I’m left to my own devices, I’ll probably do more damage than I would help people.” She stared them down. “Even if you don’t want to, help me so I don’t get innocent people killed.”

For a moment, they all looked at each other, then Guy reached over and pulled her around the neck, smirking at them. “I think she’s going to do great things with us, boys.”

Kyle winced. “Guy, maybe don’t put your arm around the woman who was former special forces?”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh. “Don’t worry…I can handle whatever you throw at me.”

[shinsoups]

Student No. 22 —

m a s t e r l i s t

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x f!reader x class1a

genre: 1tbsp of crack, 1 tsp of fluff, a sprinkle of angst and 1 cup of chaotic randomness

synopsis: y/n was certain she would never be a Hero. She had a different goal in her mind, and that is to be a great doctor someday. With a terrible past she wants to forget, she vows she would never use her Quirk and will never let the world know what it is. Not until she finds out that the invincible quirk she thought she has can also have a certain weakness.

random updates

a/n: canon Shinsou is joining hero class for their second year but I'm gonna make him part of Class 1A already yay!

OO4.2 : Hero vs Villain —

At the back of your mind you know there's no escaping this. Your grandfather might have taken a few steps in taking care of you even before he left this world. He won't let you hand over the HPSC but why the Heroes? Why can't he just let you live the way you want to live your life? 

You pushed the doors open, letting yourself in while settling in the corners of your designated area as you waited for the second signal to commence the fight. Why must you conform to what the Hero society wants? Seeing the tiny blinking red dot, you stared at the little camera on the corner of the ceiling, watching your every move... I hate this you muttered to yourself while continuing to search for some items.

You rub your temples, trying to think of any way to end this fight without crushing someone else's dreams. Fifteen minutes, do you want to win this fight anyway? You clicked your tongue, scanning the room. Securing the pin just above your left chest, and gripping the capture tape on your track pants left pocket, your eyes found the one thing you were planning to use.

The screen shows two figures already clashing and were in a heated conversation. Bakugou was impatiently giving orders as Shinsou tries to talk him out and create a plan. But the blonde insisted that he'll fight with or without a plan, threatening that he won't back down even if Shinsou ever gets in the way. The other screen shows the new girl going inside a Hardware Store situated just near her assigned area. The second siren blasted, without a second thought Bakugou pushed Shinsou out of his way and went to search for the "enemy".

Midoriya was heavily muttering and was torn between watching the monitors and listening to the new voices that joined inside the waiting room.

Recovery Girl was seated in the middle, watching as Bakugou was desperately searching for you. The screen shows how Shinsou leisurely follows, gripping the binding cloth around his neck and sprinting as he tries to catch up to Bakugou. Midnight and Present Mic are now standing just behind the students of Class 1-A. Curious eyes were now stealing glances as more of their teachers are now watching the on-going match. 

The familiar loud voice of Present Mic echoed inside the room, "Shota-kun you found out about her Quirk already? That was fast!" Patting Aizawa's shoulder as his laughter dissolves into silence when Aizawa shot him a cold stare.

Jirou nudges Midoriya when she heard what they were talking about, "Apparently, her Quirk is unknown. Rather, they're not sure what it is so that's why the teachers are here to see for themselves." The group exchange looks as they stared back at the screens in front of them.

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Just outside the building you can already hear explosions coming your way. The familiar tingling sensation of danger alerts your senses. Wrapping the small item that you needed with the capturing tape, you drag it near the entrance and exited the building.

Bakugou spotted you exiting a building. He smirked and landed meters away from you. Aiming his hands towards your small figure, a large fire explosion almost hit you if you didn’t dodge and acted fast enough. Looking for any sign that the purple haired boy was behind him, you sighed in relief when you didn’t saw him. You reminded yourself not to respond, not to make any verbal attempt so you can win the fight. You’ll just have to wrap them up or stole their pin without attacking, just play on defense mode. Defense mode, you repeated like a mantra.  

Bakugou was the first one to make a move leaping forwards using his explosive speed to thrust himself just meters away from you. With one swift movement, his leg was aiming right at your torso. Absorbing the shock of the fire explosion shot at you, you narrowly dodge as you shifted your weight towards your left side. Trying to land even just one blow from your fist, Bakugou was quick to block his jaw.

“Is that all you got, new girl? That doesn’t even stung a bit.” He growls kicking your body away from him. “Where’s the girl who attacked mercilessly earlier?”

You took on a defensive stance when you felt the sting on your arms after receiving the kick. Bakugou propelled himself once again. Dust were now clouding your vision and irritating your lungs as the burning embers from his Quirk lingers in the air. You turned around to where he landed, trying to close the distance between you and create just one impact on his body. Dodging your half assed right punch attack on his shoulders he caught your left that was aiming to land another on his face, his other hand directed on your legs.

You fell to the ground as his leg kicked you once more, “Bastard,” you grunted and rolled to avoid a well-aimed kick from him. Bakugou took the advantage and continuous AP shot auto canon were fired at you but it dissolves into nothingness as it hits your skin. You ran around him, trying to tire him out and lose his will in using his Quirk against you, but the sting in your lungs are now catching up.

“Come on, you little piece of shit,” he feinted a laugh almost reading your moves. He knew what you were thinking and he was now aware that his fire explosions meant nothing at all even if he fires the strongest attack.  

Using stealth was your best option but right now, its seems your body has taken a toll already. The ruined buildings around, shattered and was half destroyed as his canon explosions kept chasing you not far behind your shadows.

Clicking his tongue in irritation, Bakugou decides to engage in physical combat instead of using his Quirk.

“Why can’t” he fires every time another word comes out of his mouth. “you – just – fight instead of playing on defense.” With the last word he caught your wrist once again and threw you up in the sky, “Zero distance stun grenade!” he shouts as you fly into air, taking the impact of his moves.

You can feel your body burning even though the fire never reaches your skin. You grunted as you felt another impact of his explosive hit your body. 

Shinsou caught up with what’s happening and hid himself behind one of the alleyways near the two of you. You were facing Bakugou head to head, as his purple eyes widen when he saw you mid-air. The damage Bakugou has created  a crater on the streets of Ground Beta as he once again uses his explosive speed to catch up with you mid-air. Shinsou was torn between saving you or pulling Bakugou with his Binding cloth. Choosing the first option, he casted the cloth towards and wrapped you around to cushion your fall. 

In a cat-like stance, Bakugou landed right on his feet and saw Shinsou on the corner of his eyes. You can feel every bit of your bones almost cracking from the impact of air and Kacchan’s fire explosions. Your nerves ran riot now feeling light headed. You braced your body for the impact as you calm yourself when you hit the ground. 

The moment you’ll hit the cold pavement you knew you’ll be immobilized and will lose this match, not until you felt something enveloped your body slowing down your fall. Seeing the end of the tape you were holding on to earlier, you used the momentum of your landing to think properly and act rationally. Still loosely wrapped with the cloth around your body, you crawled using the remaining strength you have, pulling the red item and aimed it Bakugou.

Shinsou ran towards you and Bakugou to act as a mediator. “What am I even doing?” he murmurs to himself as he felt the cinders of his partner’s explosive attacks dawdle in the air.

“Fight, you little piece of ---,” Bakugou growled but before he could finish what he was going to say, he noticed you pulling the red cylindrical item you were dragging earlier.

Everyone watching in the waiting room held on to their breaths as Bakugou was hit with the white foam of the item you were dragging before the fight has started. Midnight broke into laughter as she saw you struggle to let yourself loose on the cloth hugging your body and clinging to the little fire extinguisher that somehow doused Bakugou’s sweat glands immobilizing his fire explosives.

“She’s smart!” Present Mic boasted and clapped his hands once again on Aizawa’s shoulder. “Who would’ve thought she’ll actually use it! I thought she was going to hit him with it! But what she did was better!” The laughter soon died down as the new girl broke free from the cloth and Shinsou stood in the middle where Bakugou fired at his partner instead of the “villain”.

Shinsou knew what he was doing, that’s why he wanted to act accordingly to plan so as not to hurt you. If we both attack and use our Quirks coordinately then she won’t be able to focus at the same time we drive her into a corner and make her surrender. But Bakugou has different plans and was never willing to listen, so this would do. That was what Shinsou told himself as he pulled back the Binding cloth back around his neck and executed his plan. He noticed the missing pin on his partner’s shoulder so before the teachers could even find out about it he needs to execute his plan properly.  

Stepping just between the blonde and you, “Bakugou you shouldn’t have done that. She’s still new to this you know–”

The blonde took a step forward, pointing his hand towards you after wiping off the remains of the fire extinguisher’s foamy substance.

“Shut up you piece of—”

Don’t move, Bakugou. Instead fire at me. Shinsou squinted his eyes. Do it.

Shit! Bakugou cursed at himself when he realized that he responded to Shinsou. Doing what he was told, his hand moved on its own accord and threw his AP Machine gun technique towards the cunning purple head.

What the heck? You dropped the extinguisher you were holding and before you knew it you were shielding your enemy away from his partner. Shinsou felt the fire grazing his shoulder moments before he saw you wrapped your arms on his head. I knew it! Holding the tape roll, he tries to undo it and roll it around your body.

Your body acted on its own, not sure whether you were on time but smelling a familiar burnt smell your heart plunged deeper as you saw his right arm and shoulder bleeding and burnt. Without any sense of danger, you quickly pressed his injuries, making Shinsou fliched in pain and dropping the tape he was holding. His detachable mask and half of the binding cloth was burned along with his right shoulder fell on the ground.

Hissing from the sudden contact of your hand to his shoulder, you pulled Shinsou away and quickly dragged him inside one of the buildings even before Bakugou could attack again. Not even noticing what Shinsou was about to do to you. He was left too stunned, forgetting to even release Bakugou from his brainwashing. Not until they were safe inside and away from the death glares Bakugou was throwing at him did he realized what you were doing.

You both hear the speakers announcing Bakugou’s defeat, as you clutched the red pin on your pocket. “Took them long enough to notice,” you sighed as you pressed Shinsou’s shoulder once more to stop him from doing any funny business. Muttering a silent apology to him.

“Don’t move, don’t try anything funny.” you glared at him. Pulling Shinsou to sit down in front of you, he obliged to do your bidding and hissed once more when his shoulder hit the remaining cloth sticking to the burned area. Memories from your childhood somehow floods your mind as you keep smelling the burnt skin on his shoulder. You knew how painful it was. Should you heal him? Yet you don’t want to feel the pain. Shinsou gritted his teeth while pulling the burnt cloth away, hissing once more.

“Stop! You’re doing it all wrong!” With trembling hands, you pushed his hands away.  Pressing your palms together and rubbing it once you placed both of it on his shoulders. “Don’t even think about it.” You said as you quickly pulled his button pin away from his chest, tucking it away on your pocket.

“You were reckless. You could’ve died if Kacchan’s fire attacks were to fully hit your body. Are you stupid? Are all Heroes like this? Why are they making us fight? Isn’t it supposed to be just an exercise? Why did you even do that? Why?”

You were mumbling something about hating this stupid Hero system as Shinsou tries to absorb every word you were saying. He has a lot in his mind, formulating proper words to retort to your scolding but the way you flinched in pain when his shoulder was almost healed made him realized what you were doing. His eyes noticed the shallow rise and fall of your chests, how your breath steadies, panting now as if you were the one experiencing his pain. No way!

His left hand grabbed your hands, pushing you down and trapping you between him and the cold floor. “Stop. What are you doing?”

You bit your lip. You turned your head sideways avoiding his gaze. Should you reply? You feel the sting on your shoulder, a side effect of your cursed healing abilities.

Feeling the regret and bile rise up from his stomach to his throat, Shinsou’s dark hooded eyes stare at your sorry state, “Why do you think people are blessed with Quirks like us? Are you scared people will resent you for being born with a gift that can help a lot of people? Or are you just scared of yourself?” A weak whisper slips out of his mouth, demanding an answer. His purple eyes searched for yours. But before he could pry one answer from your quivering lips, the speakers on the wall distracted the both of you.

“Shinsou loses the fight. y/n wins the match. The three of you please exit the training grounds and proceed to Recovery Girl’s clinic if needed medical assistance.” Aizawa’s familiar tired voice echoed.

Everyone in the waiting room stood awe in silence, witnessing how the battle suddenly ended when the screen flashes the three students’ current state. Their top one, stuck outside the streets unmoving. Shinsou’s torn clothes now hanging barely on his chest while pining the new girl on the floor.

“I guess this is why Nezu wanted her in this school.” Midnight walked away after Shouta announces the winner in the first group. “I don’t have any complaints anymore. The next time Class 1-A does their battle training, let me watch her again. She needs more training.” With that said she exited the room.

“Midoriya, Kaminari and Todoroki proceed to the training ground now.” His deadpan voice drawl out, calling the next group. Aizawa sighed, clutching the file he was holding while watching the monitors. 

“Training…she needs to know more than that.” Scanning the notes he wrote, the little details he noticed from the fight he was sure you needed proper guidance and that is top priority to lead you and not leave you astray.

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Decades Hold Nothing On Us- A Bucky Barnes x Reader

-((This series will start on Captain America: The First Avenger and go on through out all the films that star Bucky in some aspect. I hope to keep this series going and even into Falcon and The Winter Soldier !! :D))-

//!! This series will also contain swearing, violence, blood, 18+ innuendos, fluff, and a decent bit of angst.//

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The dirt in the air was prominent as I looked at Peggy, who was tying her tie to tuck into her over-jacket. 

“You know.. I like you with the black tie better..” She laughed, “Yeah yeah, whatever Y/N.. We have to take a look at the troops. Make sure we’re in tip-top shape.”

I smoothed out my pants, walking around Peggy and grabbing my pin to put in my blazer. “Well, let’s get on with it.. You take way too long to tie a tie.” The clip popped into place and Peggy smiled.

“Oh ha ha.”

A soldier followed Peggy and I as we came up to the line of recruits, “Recruits! Attention!” Peggy sauntered up to the men, “Gentlemen.. I’m Agent Carter.”

“And I’m Agent L/N.” I nodded my head as I walked into place next to Peggy.

“We supervise all operations for this division.”

“What’s with the accent, Queen Victoria. Thought I was signing up for the U.S. Army.”

“What’s with the jokes?” I remarked, eyeing the muscular yet rude looking man, nodding at Peggy to proceed.

“What’s your name, Soldier?”

“Gilmore Hodge, Your Majesty.”

“Step forward, Hodge.”

He took a step forward, eyeing his buddies.

“Put your right foot forward.”

“Mm, we gonna wrassle? Cuz’ I gotta few moves I know you’ll like.” He winked.

‘Oh here we go..’ I thought, when Peggy lunged forward, punching him across the face. I stifled a laugh, putting a hand on her shoulder and nodding.

“Agent Carter! Agent L/N!”, “Colonel Phillips!” we saluted him as he got out of the car, “I see you’re breaking in the candidates. That’s good!” 

He looked down at Hodge, “Get your ass up out of that dirt and stand in that line at attention 'til somebody comes tells you what to do.’ and he obeyed, silently saying yes sir.

We watched as he spoke to the troops, my eyes scanning over their faces, reading them like a book when I looked at the much smaller man, his face very petite but he looked brave. Ready to fight for his country no matter the circumstances.

“Our goal is to create the best army in history. But every army starts with one man. At the end of this week we will choose that man. He will be the first in a new breed of super-soldiers.”

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Peggy and I both agreed that the boy, Steve Rogers, was a peculiar fellow, but unlike most, we had faith in him.

As Peggy filled out some paperwork, we watched the troops run from the car. I set my book down to watch them as they stopped next to the flag pole.

“Squad, halt! That flag means we’re only at the halfway point. First man to bring it to me gets a ride back with Agent Carter and Agent L/N. Move, move!” They all scrambled to climb up the pole, but none succeeded, until.

“Nobody’s got that flag in 17 years! Now fall back into line! Come on, fall in! Let’s go! Get back into formation! Rogers! I said fall in!”

Steve walked up to the pole and leaned down, taking the pin out of the pole, as the went down with a cloud of dirt and a loud THUMP!

Peggy smiled and leaned up to my ear to whisper, ‘He’s a smart one, ain’t he?’ I nodded and watched as he handed the flag over and climbed into the car with us. Peggy turned her head to look and Steve and nodded as the car started and drove off.

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“Faster, ladies! Come on. My grandmother has more life in her, God rest her soul. Move it!” 

I laughed, watching Peggy command all of these men with such rigor, but as Phillips was coming toward us she commanded them to get up off the ground from their push-ups.

 My eyes widened as Phillips tossed a dummy grenade into the close knit group of soldiers, “Grenade!”

All of the soldiers scrambled away, running off or hiding behind the cars parked into the area. But, Steve had done the unusual, he put himself on top of the grenade to take the ‘blast’.

“Get away! Get away!”

It didn’t go off.

“It was a dummy grenade. All clear. Back in formation.”

Steve looked up, “Is this a test?”

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Thanks for reading part one !! I hope to update this pretty consistently so look out for more. Bucky content will come soon !!

[hiscyarika]

No Living Thing

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x Reader

Summary: The Mandalorian has never shown his face to another living thing since he swore the Creed.

Warning(s): Blood, Injuries, Angst, Death

Ambiance: “Anakin’s Dream” - John Williams

A/N: I have gotten such an amazing response for Touch. Thank you to everyone that has taken the time to read my work! I sincerely appreciate every single one of you!

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When you open your eyes, you see the stars, bright and clear above you. You think to yourself that it’s the most beautiful thing that you’ve ever seen. You could stare at them forever if the galaxy would only let you. In them, you find peace that you haven’t felt in years.

Your reverie is interrupted by the ringing in your ears. It’s loud and painful and you close your eyes against the intrusion. You wish to sink back into the sleep that had claimed you before.

Then there’s the blaster fire.

You hear it as you come into fuller consciousness. It rouses you and forces your eyes open once more. Suddenly you remember where you are. Why you’re there.

You try to push yourself upright, but the only response you find is pain. It starts in your abdomen and spreads like fire up your spine. It’s excruciating in a way that you have never felt before. The ringing in your ears drowns out your scream, but you still feel it rip through your throat.

Slowly, you’re able to move your arm to the source of the pain. Your hand comes away shaking and covered in blood. You don’t have to see the wound to know that it’s bad, but it’s not your own state that you’re concerned about.

Where is the child? Where is the Mandalorian?

The three of you had been attacked on your way back to the Razor Crest. Somehow an entire band of Guild hunters had tracked you to the small Outer-Rim planet you’d taken shelter on. The Mandalorian had shoved the baby into your arms and demanded that you hide in the ship under lockdown, but there was no way you were leaving him to fight alone. You just hoped that the kid was still in his pod, safe from the mercenaries that would more than willingly end his innocent little life.

You remember now. Being shot by some scumbag bounty hunter that you hadn’t seen coming. You remember being blinded by the grenade that he had thrown seconds after. After that: darkness.

The ringing in your ears begins to dissipate, and when it’s gone, you realize that the barrage too, has ended. The ringing is replaced by the blood pounding in your ears. You can’t hear or see anything. You have no idea who the victor of this battle is.

You hear him before you see him.

“Y/N!,” you hear the Mandalorian call, and the sound of his modulated voice brings a wide smile to your face. You ignore your split lower lip as it stings in protest. He’s alive.

He comes into your field of view just moments later, dropping to his knees beside you. He takes you into his beskar plated arms, gentle in a way you didn’t think possible for a Mandalorian, at least, not before you met this one. In the months that you’ve been traveling with him, you’ve seen the infinite care he exhibits with the kid. The way he soothes the child and tucks him into his pod at night. Plays with him when he doesn’t think you’re looking. Really, given the years you’d spent as a Guild bounty hunter yourself, you’d never seen anyone care for something that way. And the child wasn’t even his.

“Wh-Where is he?,” you choke out desperately, needing to know that the baby is safe now that the fighting is over.

“He’s still on the ship. Where you should be. I told you to stay with him,” he replies, and though he tries to keep an edge in his tone, tries to scold you for disobeying his direct orders, you can hear the growing anxiety in his voice. He’s scared.

You relax in his arms at that. They’re both safe. That’s enough for you.

“Good…”

Din Djarin can recall very few times that he’s been truly terrified, most of which occurred before he was taken in by the Mandalorians. But now, sitting here with you in his arms, blood seeping through your shirt and staining the beskar as he holds you, he can’t help but feel gut wrenching dread. His heart skipped a beat when he watched you take the direct hit of a blaster. It stopped when the grenade sent you flying across the sand.

He’d turned on your attacker immediately, pointing his rifle. The other hunter hadn’t even had a chance to turn around before he was turned to dust. Din had looked at you then. Swore that you were already gone. His entire being had ached to run to you, but he knew that he was no good to you or the kid if he was dead.

“I’m gonna take you back to the ship. I’ll get you patched up as best I can. You’ll be alright,” he says. Even as the words leave his mouth though, he knows they’re not true. You’re practically limp in his arms already, and he can see the light beginning to leave your eyes. Even if he tries to get you back to the Razor Crest, you’ll be gone before he can get the loading ramp down. There is nothing he can do. And he hates it.

You force a smile for him. He knows what’s coming. You can’t see it on his face but you’ve learned how to read him in other ways. It’s in the way his helmet has dropped towards his chest. It’s in the way his voice shakes even through the modulator. He’s not tense has he holds you. It’s over.

“Take care of the little guy for me, okay? Find him another little planet like Sorgan so he can play. He deserves to just...b-be a kid for a while…” It’s getting harder to breathe. It takes more effort and concentration to keep the flow of air going.

He shakes his head, holding you as close to his chest as he can get you. “Don’t go, Y/N. Please. He needs you...and I do too,” he whispers. Tears fill his eyes at the words. He wishes that he would have said them to you sooner, under much kinder circumstances.

You take in a few shallow breaths before answering him. “You’ll both be al...alright.” You can feel what remains of your strength leaving you. Your eyes feel heavy. A chill overtakes you.

Keeping one arm around you, Din brings up his other hand, lifting his helmet. He doesn’t care now if it means that he can never put it back on. He wants you to see him, to really see him, if he has to lose you.

“No!,” you cry out, catching his arm and leaving a bloody handprint where you grab him. You won’t let him do this. You won’t let him lose his entire way of life for your sake. You’ve dreamed about the day that you might see his face. You’ve imagined what it might feel like to run your hands through his hair and feel his lips against yours. But you won’t let it happen this way. Even if it takes the last of your strength.

Din freezes. Lets his hand fall when he sees the tears that have gathered in your eyes. He won’t be the reason that you spend your last moments in sorrow.

“This isn’t the Way. You have...a l-life to live. You can’t… You can’t throw that away for me. Not h-here. Not now…,” you tell him, unable to stop the single tear that makes its way down your cheek. His touch is tender as he moves to wipe it away with the pad of his thumb, still gloved in thick leather.

“I would do it for you,” he says. “We could have just left. Taken the kid somewhere they’d never find us and never looked back. I could have...I could have kept you safe…”

“We’ll have that life some day. But not for a long time. Promise me that I won’t see you again for a long, long time.” You’re practically begging him now. You need him to fight. You need him to live.

Din lowers his head to his chest, taking your hand in his and holding it to his heart. “I promise…”

Your smile returns. It’s weak, but it’s there. “And Din?”

He looks into your eyes once again. “Yes, Y/N?”

“I love you,” you breathe, bringing your other hand to the side of his helmet. You imagine that you’re cupping his cheek as your skin meets the cool beskar.

He brings his helmet to rest against your forehead. “I love you too, Y/N…” Your smile grows as you take in that last sight. Your Mandalorian, and all the stars in the sky above him. You feel that peace again. You let it envelop you and carry you away.

Din closes his eyes tightly as he feels your last breath leave you, as he feels your hand drop back into your lap. He lets the sobs wrack his body without inhibition. His whole being shakes as he hold you to him, both arms around you now.

A thought strikes him, and his tears cease for a moment. Holding you in his lap, he brings his hands up once more, removing the helmet to look upon your face with his own two eyes.

It’s different, seeing you this way, uninhibited by the helmet. He realizes then just how much the helmet hid your true beauty from him. It kills him that this is the way it has to happen. He would have run away with you and the kid. Hell, he would have gone to the ends of the galaxy to eliminate everything and everyone that posed a threat to you, and then married you. Made you his until the end of time. Raised a family with you. Grown old and died with you. The proper way, just like he knew you wanted.

But he can’t do that now. You’re gone and he can’t get you back. All he can do is let you see him this way. Your lifeless, unseeing eyes looking back up at him. He’s kept to his Creed. No living thing has seen him without the helmet.

He takes off his gloves, closing your eyes with a touch lighter than air, then cups both of your cheeks in his hands. He presses his lips to your forehead. His tears return in a silent wave.

“Goodbye, cyar’ika…”

[wandas-sunshine]

A Soldier’s Spring - Chapter 1

Summary: She was one of Hydra’s secret weapons; a female winter soldier. And Bucky can’t let her go through what he did alone. everything is coming back to her, and he’s the only one that can help her become human again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Death, light angst

Word Count: 3071

A/N: First official chapter! Tag list is still open. Flashbacks are in italics

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A beautiful woman was sitting at a picnic table in the park, a bright smile lighting up her face. Her little girl was on the swings with an equally bright grin. She’d gotten the day off of work and decided it was the perfect opportunity for some quality time with (Y/N).

“Mommy, mommy, look!” The girl cheered, her legs swinging to pump her swing higher and  higher into the air. Her mom smiled proudly, pushing a loose lock of hair behind her ear and glancing at her cell phone for a moment.

“Be careful, sweetheart. You already hurt yourself once today, we don’t want you doing it again.” She warned. The child disregarded the statement all together. She was on cloud nine. Her mother was there with her, and she was flying.

It was an accident. She hadn’t meant to swing so high, and she hadn’t meant to slip off the seat, but she had tempted fate, and she’d lost her grip on the rope holding the swing. She fell backwards and hit the ground with a wail. Her back had collided first, and her head had bounced hard enough to make her see stars. Her side ached, she couldn’t breathe.

“(Y/N)!” Her mother called, rushing to kneel at the girl’s side. Her warm hand swept across the child’s face, pushing her hair out of the way. Her hand came back wet with blood. “Stay with me, (Y/N), okay?” She cooed, doing her best to stay calm. But the child was struggling to keep her eyes open, slowly falling unconscious in her mom’s arms. Her mother whipped out her phone.

“This is agent (Y/L/N). I need medics at my location. Pronto.”

“Park…vosem’…sgoret’…semnadtsat’…slomana…gavan’…otkrytiye… otkaz…volk…razdelit’” The Hydra agent listed out several words in Russian. It was followed by a long, tense silence from all of the other agents and scientists in the room. At the middle of the room sat a chair, big and metal and with contraptions attached to it. A young girl, no older than 21, sat in it, entirely motionless. It nearly looked as if she’d fallen asleep.

“Dobroye utro, soldat.” The man spoke once again. He was tall with close cropped dark hair and even darker eyes. Truth be told, he would’ve been handsome were it not for the cold, cruel twinkle in his eyes.

The woman lifted her head slowly. There was no emotion behind her glazed over eyes. She didn’t look at anyone or anything, just stared into space as she answered.

“Ya gotov otvechat.” The words came out robotically, like she had no idea she was speaking at all.

“We have a mission for you.” The man dropped a file into her lap. She picked it up, flicking through it and finally seeming to come to life. She remained cold, but it was clear she had been waiting for activation. Now her muscles were tensed like she’d pounce any moment. It covered two people, a married couple. The man was an engineer who had turned down offers from Shield twice. The woman was a biochemist who had made several advancements in her field.

“Kill the targets. Leave no witnesses.” The Hydra agent paced back and forth in front of her until she finished with the file and passed it back. She gave a barely noticeable nod in response. Then she was guided out of the room by a team of handlers, guns pointed at her from every angle like she was a wild animal too dangerous to leave on her own. Then again, maybe she was.

She didn’t know just how long had passed, but she had been loaded into a plane with a handful of Hydra agents. She sat quietly and obediently in her seat, just looking out the window. She didn’t pay any mind to how long had passed. She wasn’t expected to. Soon enough they had landed. Her motorcycle was unloaded and she was weighed down with weapons. Rifles, knives, pistols, even grenades. She was given her orders once more.

Track down and terminate the targets. Leave no witnesses. Return to that very spot. She had 7 hours.

She set off, riding dangerously through the crowded streets, weaving through and disregarding the safety of anyone else. Most everyone stayed out of her way. Anyone with any sense would know to stay out of the way of a crazed woman on a motorcycle with an assault rifle strapped to her back. She rode to the edge of town. She could see the beach in the distance as she stopped to wait for the cover of night.

She was right out in the open, but nobody dared to bother her. She was cloaked in all black with a heavy mask obscuring the majority of her face. What wasn’t hidden by the mask was hidden behind loose hair. She had her rifle strapped to her back,one pistol in a holster on her belt, two more in her thigh holster and several throwing knives strapped to the other. She didn’t care an inch about blending in.

Once the sun was setting, the soldier started up her bike again, driving down a winding road. It was a nice, upper class neighborhood. Sprawling, artificial green lawns dotted with pristine, towering houses. She came to a stop at the end of the street. A house much more modest than the others sat at the end of a long driveway.

She took her time in examining her surroundings. The house was only three stories as opposed to the four and five level mansions she had passed on her way in. There was no pool or expensive garden. It looked less like a show of wealth and more like a real home. Its grounds were big enough that she was tucked well out of sight of the other houses in the area. She spotted five cameras from the front of the property. She slipped off her bike, pulling one of the pistols from her holster. Five flawless shots, and the cameras were out of order. 

The lights in the house were already off aside from one room on the third floor. Targets located. It was almost too easy. She confidently walked towards the security system box, lifting her gun and shooting it twice. That should suffice. Her hands tugged at one of the windows and she felt the lock snap easily under her strength. She didn’t waste any time climbing through the window. Her heavy black boots landed on the hardwood floor with deadly silence.

She scanned the room silently before heading for the stairs. The first flight was passed without so much as a creak. She’d nearly made it all the way to the third floor when she stopped in her tracks. (Y/E/C) eyes slowly lowered to where her foot was half hovering over the next step. Under the sole of her shoe was a powder-pink stuffed elephant. She couldn’t place what had urged her to do it, but the assassin bent to pick up the toy. It was strange for her, holding something so soft and fragile knowing that within moments those hands will have killed once again. So she carefully propped it up against the step and continued on.

At the very top of the stairs, she marched towards the room where the light was seeping from. She readied her gun, but was stopped once more by the sound of a giggle. One much too small, much too innocent. Then came voices.

“Another story, daddy!” A tiny voice pleaded. Then came another.

“Just one more. Then we’ll go to sleep! We promise!” The second voice sounded older, but hardly old enough. The woman’s stomach twisted and she faltered, lowering her weapon.

“(Y/N), don’t do this.” A voice cut through her head. She whipped around, her gun lifted and ready to shoot down whoever had managed to sneak up on her. But the voice was most certainly coming from inside her head. Panic was settling in her chest now, a feeling she wasn’t used to. “You can’t finish this mission, (Y/N). They’re just babies…” 

She squeezed her eyes shut. This was her mission. She had to finish this, she never failed a mission before. She had to take out her targets.

“No witnesses.” The voice of the Hydra agent broke through her thoughts. Her entire body felt weak as she stepped towards the doorway. Her targets, a couple barely in their early 30s, were nestled on a too-small bed. They had two young girls tucked against them. The oldest was maybe 9 in a blue nightgown, the other about 6 wore a pair of paw print pajamas. And worst of all, cradled in the father’s arms was an infant. 

The winter soldier scrambled back, pressing her body to the wall and desperately trying to even her breathing. What was happening? There was no record of children in the files. Did they expect her to slaughter helpless kids? Or was she supposed to leave them without parents to take care of them? Every one of her senses had been dialed up all the way to 12. The lights were blinding her, the sound of blood rushing through her forced her to clutch her head.

It was late at night. The young girl had been sound asleep in the back of the car. The radio was playing the classic rock station that her mother loved so much, and her father was quiet behind the steering wheel. It was a warm summer night, just after 11pm. The sky was a bluish shade of black with stars twinkling as clear as day. She’d fallen asleep trying to match the constellations to the ones in her book.

They had been on vacation. A nice little beach house out of the way of the crowds. Her room had looked out over the water. Her mom had taught her how to use the camera, her dad had been trying to teach her how to surf. They were meant to stay the whole week, but it was cut short when her parents were urgently called into work. But the girl didn’t mind. That was normal really. Every vacation she’d ever been on ended that way. This time they’d managed to stay a whole four days. That was enough to make her happy, really.

It was the sound of glass shattering and a scream that drew her out of her sleep. Then came another loud sound, a gunshot. Her father cried out her mother’s name and the car screeched to a halt. Now she was paying attention. Her eyes were wide and startled, and her heart pounded in her chest.

“(Y/N), get out of here.” Her dad twisted and pressed a cell phone into her hand with a panicked look on his face that made her feel like she was going to be sick. “Run. Run as fast as you can and don’t stop until you find someplace to hide. Fury will come and find you.” He wasn’t ordering her, just begging her to trust in him. Then there was another shot and he slumped as far as he could with his seatbelt still holding him. There was a bullet wound in his head.

She screamed, scrambling to get out of the car, to get away from everything she’d just seen. She clutched the phone like the lifeline it was and ran full tilt. She needed out. Her legs trembled underneath her, barely holding herself up and giving out at times, but she kept going. She wasn’t sure how many times she’d fallen, but her hands were scraped up and bleeding. Her lungs were burning. Finally, she collapsed to her knees, clenching her hands into fists so she could focus on something. She couldn’t help herself, she peeked over her shoulder. The car was barely visible now, but she watched as it went up in flames with her parents inside.

Bucky was falling in love with Wakanda. At first, he’d been terrified. Terrified to be so alone in a foreign place, terrified that they wouldn’t be able to fix his brain, terrified that he’d ruin such a beautiful paradise. But T’Challa had insisted that he was in the best hands, and the young princess was positive that she’d have him fixed in no time.

“If anyone can figure out how to help you, it is me and my people.” She had said. Bucky wasn’t so sure.

Now, things seemed to be looking up. Shuri had kept her word. They’d managed to clear the trigger words from his brain. That meant there shouldn’t be any way he’d sink back into Hydra’s robotic weapon again. The murderer he once was had been destroyed. He still felt like a threat, but the people of Wakanda trusted fully in their royals. As long as T’Challa and Shuri trusted him, the people would too. He still did what he could to avoid them. He preferred staying in his new home by himself. He’d read or cook or write. Shuri had recommended he start a journal to help with the trauma. He thought the idea was pointless, but it gave him something to do.

His nights were often long, filled with restlessness or nightmares. This one was no different. He woke up drenched in sweat. He couldn’t recall exactly what had happened in his dream, but the familiar weight of guilt in his chest was enough to tell him he’d been stuck reliving one of his crimes.

He climbed out of his bed and dressed himself. They’d provided him with plenty of options, letting him choose whether he’d prefer to dress in his usual style or blend in more with the Wakandans who had so kindly taken him in. He tended to choose the latter.

It was early morning, not quite 6am yet. The sun was still down, but he ventured out into the cool morning air anyways. Some people were already out, tending to gardens or animals. For the most part, they paid him no mind, as did he to them. He had so much on his mind that needed working out. He could usually talk it out with Steve, but they hadn’t talked in a couple days. The last he’d heard, Steve and Sam were tracking a lead on some of the last known Hydra bases.

It was no real surprise to anyone when Bucky made his way to Shuri’s lab. She had become a sort of comfort in hard times for him. He didn’t really expect her to be working at that god-forsaken hour of the morning. If anything he’d expected to try and get more sleep until she came along. But when the doors opened, he found her hunched over her latest project. Considering how tired she looked, Bucky wasn’t sure she had gotten any more sleep than he had.

“Bucky,” She greeted with a smile. She’d only just taken to calling him by his first name. “You look tired. Sit, talk.” She nodded towards the chair that she always left open for his visits. She reminded him so much of his little sister the way she bossed him and worried about him even if she refused to admit it. But he didn’t argue, just sat down and watched for a moment while she continued her work.

“I keep having these nightmares. They were getting better for a while. But now it’s like they send me back there, doing it all over again but I can’t figure out how to control myself, I can’t stop it.” He confessed with a groan. His hand rubbed over his face and pushed to card through his hair. The princess gave him a soft smile. She knew he was angry with himself for everything he’d done.

“It was not your fault.” She said after a long, heavy moment of silence between them. “You were not in control of yourself.” He simply nodded. He’d heard it a million times before, but it still wasn’t setting in.

“I remember it all. Every single mission they sent me on. It’s all stuck in my head.” He confessed. She hesitated, and he wondered if she was trying to think up a way to erase the memories. She’d expected that he’d remember, warned him that it would probably be crystal clear, but she hadn’t thought too much about how it would weigh on him. “I’m a monster. You don’t know the half of what I’ve done, kid.” He looked down at his hand in his lap. He hated thinking about all of the pain he’d caused. He’d always intended to be the good guy. That’s the entire reason he’d enlisted. People needed protecting, and instead he’d slaughtered innocent people.

“You are not that soldier anymore, Sergeant Barnes,” Shuri rested her hand on his bicep. “You are a good man who was forced to do very bad things.”

She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t tear these innocent children’s worlds apart. She couldn’t kill them. They were just babies. Her hands were trembling so hard she had to put her gun away just to keep from dropping it. They hadn’t even noticed her yet, there was still time to back out.

She had to run.

The thought made her sick to her stomach. She was a soldier, an assassin. This was what she was created to do. Her handlers would be so angry when they caught her. And they would definitely catch her eventually. They had eyes and ears everywhere. There was nobody she could trust. She clutched her head and dragged her hands through her hair. What was she doing? She was given a mission, she was useless if she couldn’t even follow orders. She’d be punished for her insubordination.

She had to run.

She turned on her heel and raced silently down the stairs. She spared the stuffed elephant half a glance on her way out. At the window, she climbed back out, nudging it shut as if that would fix the fact that she’d broken in in the first place. She had to steady herself for a moment before getting on her bike and riding back the way she’d come.

She had no idea where she was. She had no idea where she was going. The only thing she knew for sure was that there was no turning back now.

Next Episode

[imaginedisish]

Happy Together (Five Hargreeves x Reader) (The Umbrella Academy)

A/N: OOOOHHH MY GOOODNESS HELLO EVERYONE!!! So before y’all read...lemme say that Five is not 13/14/15 in this imagine!!!! He is a normal 20 something year old human...and so is the reader!!! This is kinda like an alternative universe sorta thing...idk...it was a request. (also my 17 year old self has a huge crush on Aidan Gallagher now uwu...he’s turning 16 this year...and we’re like a year apart so ITS OKAY YALL CHILLLLLLLL) I love The Umbrella Academy...and more imagines will be coming. ALSO THANK YOU FOR 900 FOLLOWERS AHHHHH!!!! Okay...now enjoy :)

Summary: After altering the timeline to save your life, Number Five gets in some trouble with The Commission...which prompts a not-so-welcomed visit from The Handler.

Warnings: LANGUAGE, angst, blood, fighting, implied violence/murder, FLUFFFFFFFFF 

Word Count: 2,413 holy shit i went IN LADIES AND GENTS

Rays of sun reach their fingertips through the ancient curtains above you. The dust particles that had accumulated upon the books surrounding you glow as each individual spec basks in the light. To your right, sitting properly next to you on the plush couch, was a well-read copy of The Great Gatsby, your favorite novel. 

You look down at the coffee that rested between your hands, the steam radiating off of it slowly dissipating, cueing you to finally take a sip of the bitter liquid. Grace hums a tune as she passes through the dark library, duster in hand. 

“Grace,” You call out, and Grace immediately stops to face you, “Do you know where Five is?” Just as Grace opens her mouth to answer your question, a loud clanging sound erupts from above you. 

“Goddamn it!” A familiar voice shouts, followed by the violent thumping of footsteps down the stairs. 

The footsteps continue, the sound of the dress shoes against the cold tile echoes throughout the academy, until finally Five appears in front of you. He looks disheveled, exhausted, and incredibly angry. You hadn’t seen him like this since you saved the world together. He looked so distraught, something was clearly wrong. 

Five begins to pace back and forth, his hands traveling to rub his eyes every now and then. You want to say something, but you know he’s far too lost in thought to answer. Finally, Five stops, and walks towards the bar at the end of the library. 

You hear Five rummaging through the bottles of liquor. You turn around to see an expensive bottle of whiskey in his right hand. With his left, he grabs a short, crystal glass, and he begins to pour away.  

“F-five, is everything okay?” You ask quietly. Five stops his pouring, and slams the bottle of whiskey on the counter. 

He looks up at you, a vulnerable haze of fear presents itself across Five’s face before once again masking itself in an angry and distant gaze. “Everything is just golden,” Five remarks sarcastically, taking a generous swig of alcohol from his glass. 

You decide to ignore his tone as to not start a fight with him, and instead stand up from the couch and walk over to him. You pull out a stool, and sit down. Five remains where he is, on the other side. 

“Are you going to tell me what happened, or am I going to make it come out of you?” You ask, jokingly. That was your power, you had the ability to make people tell the truth. You could also read minds and freeze time, which made you a perfect foil to Five, who could move through it. 

“It’s The Commission…” Five trails off, taking another sip of his whiskey. “They know what we did.” Your jaw drops. How the hell did they find out so quickly? You think to yourself. 

A month ago, you and Five had altered the timeline. To be more specific, Five had altered the timeline in order to save your life. While searching for Five, who had saved the world from the apocalypse once and for all, the Commission came across you. They knew that you were important to Five, and decided to kidnap and torture you. 

When Five had found you, it was far too late. But, that was a thing of a past. It was a memory that you were never able to experience, since Five took it upon himself to change the timeline and save your life. 

You two had grown close since Five had met you, since he had helped you learn to use your powers. But, you didn’t realize how much you meant to him. He risked so much by altering the timeline, and that was becoming increasingly evident. 

“Look, things can’t be that bad,” You say reassuringly. “There has to be some sort of way to fix th-,” 

Five cuts you off. “No, things aren’t bad, they’re terrible. They’re going to kill me,” Five’s voice is firm and filled with anger. “Or worse…” His voice is soft as he trails off, his eyes drifting down to the glass of whiskey on the counter. 

“Or worse, what?” You ask as you search Five’s dark brown eyes for some sort of an answer. 

But he gives you none, shaking his head in contempt, refusing to say a thing. He picks his drink up, and begins to walk towards the other side of the room. Just as you think he’s about to stop, the pacing begins again. You roll your eyes. 

“Five, stop, let’s talk about-,”

Five cuts you off a second time. “There’s nothing to talk about, (Y/N)!” Five shouts, his eyes widening. “Things are going to absolute shit!” He knocks back a final, generous swig of whiskey before violently slamming the empty glass on the end table to his left. Five darts back towards you. “We lost! Don’t you get it? They’ve won! They’re going to find me, or you, a-and, a-and…”

You shake your head. “You’re being ridiculous, Five,” You pause for a second, collecting your thoughts before continuing. “You just need to calm down, we haven’t lost just yet, we haven’t even started fighting.” 

“And there’s no point in fighting back to begin with. They know you’re here, they know everything, (Y/N),” Five says, swallowing harshly as he closes his eyes tightly. “And don’t tell me to calm down.” 

You scoff. “I’m just trying to help. We can fix this-,”

“Stop! No we can’t! I’m going to lose you. Don’t you understand that?” Five yells, his voice booming throughout the library. Silence looms over the room. You don’t know what to say. “I can’t lose you…not again. I just can’t,” Five finally croaks. 

Your heart flutters in your chest at his words. “Five you aren’t going to lose me,” You say, your voice is soft and sweet as a smile stretches across your face. 

“On the contrary, darling, I think he just might!” A sarcastic, shrill voice rings from the opposite end of the room. You look to where the voice came from. A tall, gray haired woman stands near the fireplace, holding a gun in her hand. “Hello, Number Five. Long time no see.” Her smile is wide, almost reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat. 

“I swear to god if you touch her,” Five points a finger in the woman’s direction, “I won’t hesitate to take you down, for real. In fact I thought Hazel already did that for me,” Five taunts.  

The woman cackles loudly. “Oh Five!” She slaps her knee. “God you crack me up! You know silly stuff like bullets, or grenades,” She raises an eyebrow, “can’t kill me. But it can kill you, or her.” The woman nods her head towards you, aiming her gun at your chest. 

A shot rings out, and a flash of light appears in front of you as Five pops in front of the woman, pulling his arm back to punch her in the face. But, before anything happens, you close your eyes tightly, clutching both hands into fists. Suddenly, time freezes. You walk forward towards Five. The bullet is inches away from his chest, suspended in thin air. You push it to the right, making sure that when time starts up again, it won’t even have the chance to hit him. 

The woman scoffs, surprised at your abilities. “Who the hell are you?” She asks, staring you down. 

“(Y/N), Number 8, also known as Eon, and you’re about to be so fucked,” You stare deeply into her eyes as you begin to search the woman’s mind. Her alias is The Handler, she’s killed thousands of people, and she isn’t one bit scared of you in this moment. 

Well, that’s about to change completely, You think to yourself. You tighten your hold on her mind, and you watch as the Handler winces in pain. 

Part of your mind reading ability was to allow the person you were reading to relive the memories you came across as you searched his or her mind. In this case, you went for the traumatic experiences; for instance, murders, attacks, and other crimes The Handler committed, watched, or experienced. You had found through previous ventures that making someone relive the past was overwhelming and draining, to the point of death.  

God I hope this works, You think to yourself, taking a deep breath as you swallow harshly. You had one shot, one chance to make this work. You begin to search through her mind, picking out memories that seemed horrendous, even to you.

“Wh-what the hell are you d-doing?” She stutters, her fingertips reaching up to either side of her head. You force her to see each and every person she’s ever killed, which slowly but surely begins to have an impact on her. “S-stop,” The Handler pleads. “I-It h-hurts.” 

But regardless of her pleas, you don’t let go. The gun in The Handler’s hand falls to the ground as she begins to tremble. You don’t know how much longer you can stay where you are. Your grasp on time begins to weaken, and things slowly start to move again. You’re losing energy. 

“F-fuck,” You whimper, trying your best to stay strong. You search deeper into The Handler’s mind, seeing even more murders, more traumatic experiences, forcing her to relive each and every one. 

The Handler screams out in pain. “Shit!” She screeches, collapsing down to the ground. She wheezes, and coughs roughly. Her breathing weakens, just as you thought it would. 

“How does it feel?” You manage to shout, regardless of the fact that it feels as though every ounce of energy has been drained from your body. You continue on nonetheless. 

“I-I c-can’t b-breathe,” The Handler chokes, grabbing her throat. “S-stop…” Her eyes flutter shut. “I-I’ll l-let y-you l-live…” She struggles to speak as her eyes open up again.

“Bullshit,” You say firmly, walking closer to her. “Any last words?” You question, going deeper into The Handler’s mind one final time. Her body seems to tense up, and she writhes in pain one last time. 

“I-I’ll b-be b-back, k-kid…t-trust m-me….I always e-end up c-coming b-back…” She trails off, her eyes shutting tightly. Then, the writhing stops. The tension in The Handler’s body seemingly disappears. Her body goes completely limp. You did it. It was all over. She was gone. 

You let go of your hold on The Handler, since there was no longer anything to see or do in her mind. It was blank, a black hole if you will. You let go of time, and things begin to move yet again. You collapse to your knees, absolutely exhausted. 

“(Y/N)?” Five calls out, and you hear the bullet you had directed away from Five hit into the wall. “What the hell happened?” Five chuckles a bit. You feel his hand rub up and down against your back. 

“I-I took care of things…” You say, breathing heavily. “You don’t have to worry about her anymore, or at least I don’t think you will.” You look up at Five, a confused expression spread across his face.

“How did you…” Five doesn’t know what to say as his eyes frantically search yours for some sort of an answer. 

“I made her relive every shitty thing she ever did, or experienced. It wasn’t a silly thing, that did the bitch in,” You explain nonchalantly. “It was natural causes, in a sense. She did it herself.” 

Five smiles widely, his brown eyes catching rays of light. Just as quickly as his smile appeared, it slips away. “They could still come after us…” Five trails off nervously, standing up and walking towards the bar. 

You shake your head, gathering your strength and following behind him. “Don’t worry about that, okay? With The Handler gone, things will be easier. We can take down whoever stands in our way.” Your voice is calm and reassuring. 

Five stops in his tracks, his eyes studying your face thoroughly. “All I can do is worry. Just because she’s gone doesn’t mean I won’t lose you,” Five says, his voice firm, yet still laced with fear. “I care about you too much to lose you again. Last time, my heart…it…” Five can’t seem to finish his sentence as his voice becomes shaky. His eyes become glossy, and he turns around so you can’t see his face. 

“You can talk to me Five. Please, just tell me what happened,” You beg, walking closer to him, extending a hand out towards his, your fingers colliding with Five’s. 

He turns around to face you. “Fuck I hate feelings…” Five complains before continuing on. He takes a deep breath. “My heart felt like it stopped beating. I-I sobbed over y-you…” Five tightly closes his eyes shut, a single tear falling down is cheek. He wipes it away with his free hand. “I can’t go through that again. I won’t, I refuse to. I care far too much about you…I-I…” Five looks down at the ground and back up towards you. He steps closer to you, the gap between you and he closing. His eyes drift back and forth between your eyes and your lips. 

Suddenly, a pair of soft, warm lips come crashing down on yours. The kiss is slow and languid. You can’t help but smile against Five’s lips. This was something you had wanted for such a long time. 

You’re left wanting more as Five’s lips part from yours. He smiles widely as he steps back from you. You’re almost a bit shocked, as Five rarely ever shows affection to anyone. 

“I didn’t know how to say how I’ve been feeling,” Five explains. “You know I’m terrible at emotional shit, but (Y/N), you make things seems so natural. I’m happy when I’m with you.” 

A smile stretches across your face. “So let’s be happy together, then. You don’t have to hide things. We can be a team.” 

Five nods, grinning as he closes the gap between you two once more. “Happy…together…two words that I’d never thought I’d use to describe my life.” 

“Well I suppose you’ll just have to expand your vocabulary, then Five,” You say sarcastically, giggling lightly. 

“I suppose so, (Y/N).”

[gotboredwrote]

The Lily of Death Valley // ES!JFM

Pairing: Eugene Sledge x Fem!Reader Word Count: 7.5K Style: One-Shot Warnings: Fatal injuries, wartime discussions, angst, language, cat-calling/unwanted sexual advancements (nothing explicit but some general talk), fluff at the end (because remember, I can’t end a story sadly)  Summary: World War Two. A terrible time for all. Bloody. Not the most obvious time to make friends, but it happened anyway, at least for Leckie and Sledge’s crews. They’d also befriended you, begrudgingly at first, and who’s to say the battlefield is not the most obvious place to find love, either? Permanent Author’s Note: To clarify, I write because I get bored. Nothing is meant to be professional in any way, nor is meant to offend, cause anxiety, cause anger, cause sadness, or promote disagreement among readers in any sort of (semi)permanent way. A/N: Couple things to be mentioned up front: 1. Yes, I am completely aware that women were not allowed to enlist back during WWII, and 2. Yes, I am also completely aware that Eugene and Leckie’s crews did not serve together in real life or the show, but for the sake of this fic, imagine that. Also, special thanks to Lena for helping me hash out a title for this for like 15 minutes lol.

Masterlist

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It never got easier. That part was simple to admit. But you never lost hope that maybe one day it would, or better yet, you would get to go home. Based on how things were progressing, though, you could not see that day coming anytime soon. You always remained hopeful, though. Hopeful that one day men would stop treating you like you were worthless, or just a sex object. Hopeful that eventually you would get to be part of a squad that appreciated both your strengths and your weaknesses in stride, knowing that your weaknesses do not define you and your strengths make you a better person.

You were hopeful that he would not die that day, like so many people did not hours before. You were hopeful you could save him from that damn hidden grenade. You were hopeful that you would never have to talk about the most heart wrenching day of your life thus far to anyone ever again.

All of those things happened.

~

[4 months ago.]

 All you could hear was the wind moving the foliage around you. No one was moving, not an inch. They knew better. You lot had been fighting this war for almost 5 months at this point, and this specific stand-off was heading on to hour 7. It was tireless and relentless work, but it had to be done, for the safety of your country.

You and about 6 other men, one of which was your twin brother, were plastered up against a makeshift mud wall with rifles lined up in front of you. Ready to fire when needed. You had been like this for a while, listening to the occasional distant gunfire from another location and some various screaming, too. Some of the new recruits were sick to their stomachs from it, but not you. Everything that had happened had made you numb. All you thought about, and all you allowed yourself to think about until the moment you set foot in your home again, was war. Killing Japs. It was your sole purpose on this hellhole.

“I’m going to get us some water, anyone need anything?”

Your brother was the one who spoke, barely audible, but you all had trained to hear someone speaking that quietly. You had to, otherwise your positions would be given away. The 6 of you that were still leaning against the mud gently shook your heads, hearing your brother inch backwards on the ground. He was not allowed to stand, either, because he would be extremely obvious amongst all the trees.

It stayed silent for a few more moments, but once your brother had moved back about 10 feet from his original location, everyone in the area heard it. That distinct hissing sound that could only come from one thing. A grenade. None of you had moved, so none of you could have set it off. There were also no signs of Japs around. By process of elimination, you all knew who had triggered it. Your brother.

Everything happened quickly. First, there was the instant whiplash created in all of your necks as you whipped your heads back in the direction of the sound, eyes all locking onto your brother, who was frozen in fear and had a deer-in-the-headlights expression on his face. Then, you all scrambled to removed yourselves from where you were seated to get as far away from the blast as possible, but your brother did not do the same.

Next came the explosion.

Shrapnel everywhere, screaming all around you, ringing in your ears and blood running from your neck and cheek. Instantly, your gun went to the ground, an instinct you did not know you had in you taking over. You went and took out as much debris as you could from the few men scattered around you, including the piece that had wedged itself in your neck. You made sure as many men on your squad as possible were fine, despite the shit they constantly gave you for simply being female. Then it hit you – you had not taken care of your brother, assuming there was anything left of him to take care of.

Frantically, you ran through the dust and smoke radiating around his body, dropping to the ground next to him, staring at the injuries he had sustained. If it were not for the gaping hole in his torso, he would have barely had a scratch on him. But you could see it – a literal hole on his lower left side, so bad to the point where his uniform had gone almost completely black with blood, and a small portion of his intestines were visible without close examination. Made you want to vomit. And scream. You held back on the prior, but not the latter. After letting the surface layer of your feelings out, you began your attempt to fix him. Trying your absolute best to do exactly what the small amount of medical training you had gotten had taught you, but in your haze, basically just attempted to restuff his abdomen with the parts it had lost. There was absolutely nothing you could do about the blood, and your guess was that he had lost over a gallon in that short time. He was going to bleed out, and there was nothing you could do.

“Y/N s-stop.”

“Harry, no, don’t. Don’t fucking tell me to stop. You’re bleed-bleeding out, and-and your guts, they’re-”

“It’s…too late, baby…sis.”

“It’s not, don’t say that to me. You’re gonna come home with me. I fixed those assholes, I can fix you! I only joined this damn army because I couldn’t bear being apart from you! We fought for this! Harold, please. Please!” 

But you could feel his body already go cold.

“Harry?”

The sound of gunfire was piercing your ears as you spoke to the corpse of your brother.

“Harry… please…”

Your body slumped over. Heart completely wrenched from your body. You had lost a part of you. The part of you that helped you beat the system. The part of you that when it was gone you thought would surely take you with it.

Yet here you were. Sitting on a dirt floor, next to the corpse of your 1-minute-older twin who always insisted on calling you his baby sis, not caring if a bullet went through the back of your skull and through your brain. All you wanted was to see his smiling face again.

[Present day.]

Most people would think that after going through something like what you and your squad went through that day, you would all be discharged and sent home. The 5 men who survived had that happen. You? Not so much. The men had talked to your captain about how diligent you were in taking care of them after the explosion, and apparently done so well enough that your captain thought it would be a terrific idea to send you for more medical training. To hone in on the skills you clearly had rooted deep within you that had to be coaxed out. ‘For the better of the entire US Army,’ he had said once.

Bullshit.

You just wanted to go home. To rest. To not see any more blood for the rest of your days. It was enough. You had been through enough. Yet your captain did not think so.

You had completed about 3 months of new medical training, and was given your army doctor certification. You were given all the possible utilities you may need, including a personal staff to help you with amputations and other surgeries. You were also taken off of active-duty and were to simply travel around with whichever squad you were placed with, to take care of them and the people around them. Truth be told, it was not the worst gig within the army you could have gotten. It still pained you, though, knowing that Harry would no longer be around to see you help people.

Initially, your captain had bumped you from place to place, before getting the call that the men needed a permanent doctor on Seipan, as the old one had been, well, shot to death. So, you packed up your belongings once again and set a course for Seipan, where you were told you would basically be spending the rest of your time in the military. Whether that ended in death or coming home, you could not tell, but that was the deal.

Unbeknownst to you, the men were informed about your scheduled arrival, and the group of men you would be bunking with were given special instructions.

“Listen up. I know what you’re probably thinking. How the hell did a woman make her way into the army? That, is her business and her business alone. If she ever tells you on her own accord, fine, but if we hear about any of you hassling her in any way, there will be serious repercussions. Do you all understand?”

“Yes, sir.” All 6 of the men seated in the bunk responded at once.

“Question, sir,”

“What is it, Private Shelton?”

“How’s it that woman made it into the army? Who’d she have to get off?”

“What the hell did I just—”

“Sir.” A private none of the men in the bunk knew popped his head in, ceasing the light chuckles that were floating about the bunk. “Nurse Y/L/N is here.”

As if on cue, the curtain to the outside had been swung open and you, carrying your giant backpack and all belongings, entered the bunker. All the men in the tent, including your new captain, were staring at you.

“What? Y’all ain’t ever seen a woman before?”

Your new captain stood to address you as you tossed your bags onto what would become your new cot. You turned around to face him, knowing that despite how unhappy you were with the living arrangements, you were in no position to argue.

“Madam, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Captain Richard Johnson, and the 6 men you see behind me will be your new squad. I know you are no longer active duty, but in order for you to remain as a member of the army given your specific circumstances, you are required to still be a part of a squad, even though you will be attending to all injuries on all men.”

“Yes, sir. Now, may I have a moment to put my stuff away before one of these boys gets a papercut I have to kiss better?”

“As you wish. I’ll let them introduce themselves. Welcome to Seipei, Nurse.”

With that, Captain Johnson walked out from the tent, leaving you alone with the men behind you, all of which were just staring at the back of you as you started to put your stuff away. You were seriously hoping that you could postpone talking to them as long as possible. You knew what type of people they would be. All men treated you the same. Like an object. You were given no reason to think that any of these men were going to be any different. Your suspicions were confirmed when one of them began to speak to you.

“So. Young, gorgeous, smart enough to be a doctor, a sharp tongue, and a delightful southern accent to boot. Golly, what don’t you have going for you?”

Instantly your hands dropped what they were holding and fell to your sides. You had an immense amount of trouble believing that they were already treating you like this. Hell, you were not even sure they knew your first name yet. You spun around in the attempt to address whichever one had spoken to you directly, but you could not tell which one it was, so you addressed them all.

“What don’t I have going for me? The ability to put up with your bullshit. If you don’t mind, I would prefer it if you did not treat me like some kind of object for you to mess around with. That goes for all of you little shits. You’re new to this whole thing, I’ve been around the block with this whole ordeal for over 6 months now, so I know a thing or two that you don’t. But I’m also not the type of person who likes to start relationships off on a bad foot. So, let’s start over, shall we?”

The 6 men were all looking at you intently, some of them with smirks on their faces, some of them clearly believing in the intensity you presented yourself with.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, former PFC, active nurse. Maybe one day, if y’all can learn to be gentlemen, I’ll tell you my story. But it’s earned, and hardly anyone has earned the right to know it. You’re turns.”

Each of the men rattled off their names and titles. The one who had spoken to you earlier was PFC Robert Leckie. Also part of your squad was PFC Eugene ‘Sledgehammer’ Sledge, PFC Sidney Phillips, PFC Lew ‘Chuckler’ Juergens, PFC Merriell ‘Snafu’ Shelton, the one who had made the rude comment you had not heard, and PFC Wilbur ‘Runner’ Conley. You had given them the nod of approval at their good behavior before continuing.

“Like I said before, I’m an active nurse now. Meaning, if you ever have a problem with anything, you need to come find me. I may have a tough outer shell, but if you seriously need me, trust me, I won’t be an ass about it. Maybe once you’re better I will be, but not in the moment. I know when to be an ass and when not to be. But right now, I’m exhausted, so I want to lay down. Assuming none of you have any pressing issues at the moment and no one comes bursting through the door with a limb barely attached, I’m going to do just that.”

“Well, there is one thing.”

“What is it, Snafu?”

“My dick is unusually soft considering I’m in the presence of a woman, do you know why that might be?”

You threw the first metal thing you could find, which happened to be a metal comb, directly at his head before covering your body with a blanket and facing opposite to them. You heard them laughing a little bit, and you could not help the tears that welled up behind your eyes. You tried to be hopeful again that these boys would be different. You were beginning to give up on the prospect of hope.

~

Little did your roommates/squad members know, but despite the tough demeanor you presented yourself with, you had always had a soft heart. The tears that had welled up eventually fell, but you drifted off to sleep not long after. How they had treated you did hurt, but you had put up with it for so long from so many people that you knew how to act like it did not. You had a shell, a tough one, and it took quite a bit to break it.

When you woke up the next day, all your squad members had already left for the morning, leaving you in peace. Truly at peace, considering no one had rushed in needing your assistance yet. You had decided to pull out the book you had been reading for the last few weeks and lay back on your bed, prepared in case anyone needed help.

Then you saw the curtains pull back carefully and cautiously, revealing one of the members of your squad. 

“Mobile.”

You looked up at Eugene, confused as to why he brought up the name of your hometown out of nowhere.

“What?” 

“Mobile, Alabama. Your accent, madam. Is that where you’re from, Miss Y/L/N?”

“Y-yeah, actually. How’d you guess?” 

“I live on Serenity Drive, off the center of town. I’d recognize the sound of home anywhere, especially after being in a place like this.”

“…Juniper Street.” 

“We’re practically neighbors, then! What a small world this is, Miss Y/L/N. Please, don’t let me keep you from reading.” 

Eugene went over to his cot to grab something before making his way back to the entrance. You were so in shock at how much different this boy was from the rest of his squad, you could not believe they all got along so well. Your mind could not help but wonder what his real reaction to what had been said to you last night was.

“Y/N.”

“Wh-what?” Eugene spun around in the entryway, not expecting you to willingly talk to him after being associated with the idiots he was with last night. 

“Y/N. That’s my name, remember? For you, it’s just Y/N.”

Eugene gave you a bashful smile, which you returned. It was your way of showing him that you truly had a soft side, like the one he had just shown you. You just hoped he understood.

Later that same day, you had helped out with a few injuries people had that needed to be rewrapped or bandages needed changing. You even got to take out a few happy men’s stitches, scolding most of them for letting them rip. You had been working on someone’s bandages in a tent maybe 100 feet from where your bunk was when Chuckler walked in. He was the only other one who had not laughed at Snafu’s joke the night before, you eventually found out. Except you did not quite feel you could show him your soft side just yet. Something about Eugene brought it out of you, and you could not quite explain why.

“Chuckler? What’s wrong?”

“It’s Leckie, the asshole. He’s been having a problem that’s clearly affecting his mental state but refuses to come to you about it.”

“What is the problem, exactly? Because I have a lot of people to get to today and—”

“He refuses to leave his bed and we need him to help with drills and in weaponry. He’s being a nuisance.”

“That’s not what I asked you, Chuckler.”

“Just come with me when you’re done with him, please. None of us can take his bitching and moaning anymore.”

“Fine, give me 5 minutes. Wait there. 

After you had finished changing the man’s bandages, you stood up and cleaned up all your equipment, and followed Chuckler from the tent. You had made it to your own and saw that Snafu, Eugene, Runner, and Sidney were all talking amongst themselves in front of where Leckie was laying. All their heads turned in your general direction when you walked in, and you were completely mentally prepared to put up your shell, even with Eugene in the room. Except the way they were all looking at you told you that it was not the time. They seemed extremely concerned for their friend. You looked at Chuckler, and he now had the same expression on his face. So, you felt as though that was your cue to walk over and see what you could do.

When you started to move over to Leckie, the four boys cleared out the space to let you in. You gently placed your bag down to the floor and kneeled down next to Leckie’s cot. You knew he could hear you, but was clearly ignoring you. You felt as if there was only one thing you could do in order to get his attention. As much as it made you nervous, you felt a stronger sensation for the need to help than the need to be an ass right about now. He looked tense from the back. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and rubbed lightly, trying to coax him.

“Leckie?”

No response.

“Leckie, I want to help you, hon. Could you roll over and face me?”

You felt him shift a little bit. You were getting somewhere.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, honey. I promise I’ve heard worse. You really don’t have a reason to be embarrassed.”

You could feel him let out a sigh, whether it was one of embarrassment or one signaling he caved was up in the air, but then his body shifted. You had won, and he rolled over to face you. First you noticed how red his eyes were, and how puffy his cheeks had become. He had clearly been crying, probably while you had been speaking to him. It broke your heart a little bit.  A tough soldier, so broken down over something that more than likely is not his fault. Made you wonder what would happen to the men who made it home.

Then you saw his problem. What the boys were all concerned about. His pants had become a darker shade of green all down the front.

“Oh, honey… how long has this been goin’ on?”

“Few days. Maybe… maybe a week.”

“I think I know exactly what this is. Assuming you aren’t in any pain, that is. Does this happen frequently? And when it does, is there pain involved?”

“No pain, but usually once, sometimes twice a day.” He was talking so quietly. You could easily tell why he did not want to tell you. It was not pain or fear of loss of masculinity, since apparently everyone else knew but you.

It was because all of them respected you and they did not want to seem like they could not take care of themselves.

“Well, the good news is that it is probably exactly what I’m thinking it is. People who undergo extreme stress and traumas can develop issues with their pelvic floors without knowing it, except when their bladder decides to completely empty itself without any warning to you. You just need a little bit of rest and I’ll need to teach you how to do some pelvic floor exercises to bring it back up to strength. If that doesn’t seem to work, I can have the proper paperwork drawn up to send you over to a rehab facility on an American territory nearby. We’ll get you fixed up, pumpkin, I promise, okay?”

Leckie just nods his head and sniffled gently. You place a hand on his cheek to help steady his breathing before grabbing something out of your bag. Something you think will help him. You also write up everything you said on a prescription sheet so he can remember everything you told him, plus wrote down the basics for the therapies he will be starting.

The five boys had watched the entire scene unfold with you and Leckie. Clearly, despite the impression you first gave them, you really did care about them, and was willing to put aside their buffoonery and idiocracy for the sake of their health. What was an army without its men, anyway? An unspoken promise was made through the looks they gave each other, one that said they would no longer be assholes to you. Clearly, you did not deserve that. Not after how nice you had been to all of them despite what they said to you. How they laughed at you.

Plus, it had been burning in the back of their minds that you had a story they could earn, and that spoke numbers to them about what kind of life you had before them, that it probably was not good, and interesting to boot.

They wanted to ensure that the bad half of your story ended with them and the good part started with them, too. 

~

A few more days had gone by since you had treated Leckie, and the techniques you had been teaching him were working. He had not had an accident in almost three days. You were really proud of him for doing what he needed to do, and clearly, he was thankful for you. He practically waited on you hand and foot. The other boys were doing the same. You honestly were not really sure what had changed, but you were not complaining. You were finally working with men who did not treat you horribly. It was a nice change of pace, and one that you were not about to jeopardize.

Other things you had done included helping the boys out with small injuries they received through various things, and you even helped them out in weaponry once since you knew about it, having been a soldier yourself.

After a particularly grueling day, you had all returned back to the bunk for the night, and you had just crawled in to bed. You were about to turn off your oil lamp when you realized all of them had been staring at you. But in the low light, it was hard to read their expressions.

“What?” 

They all looked at Eugene, who they had apparently selected as the best person to ask you the question they so desperately wanted to know the answer to.

“Y/N, we were… just wondering… have we earned the rights… to your story yet? You know about us. We’d love to know about you.”

You took in a deep breath, shakily exhaling it, internally debating if these 6 boys were worth the trouble. Clearly, Eugene was. There was no debating on that. Chuckler was also nice, considering, and Leckie had shown his appreciation for you after helping him. The other three had gotten significantly nicer, too. And they had never seemed like the type of people to abuse the knowledge, anyway.

You started with the catcalling. Something you were prepared for in some degree, but not for how much of it you really got. It had never happened back home, people in Mobile were extremely nice. You knew that things would be different in the army because these men had been starved of their natural preferences and instincts the moment they arrived at boot camp. You told yourself you could ignore it, and for the most part, you did. It was always just out-there, lewd comments you knew had no foundation or real threat behind them.

Except for the one night that it did. There was one night, about a month before your brother had died. You had been given your own bunk, despite the wishes of your old captain, and there was a night where you and almost every squad were on patrol for nearly 16 hours straight, with almost nothing to show for it. Sitting still, feeling stiff, tired, hungry, and downright frustrated. You all eventually made it back to your bunks, and you decided not to shower. You just wanted to lay down on something that was not the rock-hard ground. Despite the fact that the cots were not the most comfortable, it sure as hell beat the soil. You did not know how long you had been laying there, but you were in and out of sleep, that stage right before you truly drift off. You were finally comfortable. So comfortable that you never heard the opening of the doorway to your bunk.

He had made no noise, having taken off his shoes, and kept his breathing as quiet as possible. You never even heard him start to take off his clothes. You only knew what was happening when you felt him press his front against your back. As soon as you felt him, you pushed him to the ground, screaming bloody murder. He crawled off of you, and tried to leave, but your brother had gotten to the doorway in time. Beat him to shit. Made sure you were okay. You were not, and your captain only made it worse by not transferring the guy away from you. You never went a day without waking up in the middle of night anymore out of pure fear.

You then told them how your brother was the only person who managed to keep you sane while you were still on active duty, but you only had that peace of mind for another month. Because you had to watch him die. You had to take another deep breath before talking about the story, because you were fighting back tears remembering how it felt to lose him. And then you told them how your old captain did not even give you the decency to leave and return later so you could go see his funeral.

“I… never even got to say goodbye. They buried by own fucking twin and I wasn’t there! I never got to tell him I loved him again! He was just gone! Fucking gone!” You had started weeping and screaming. You refused to talk about these events with hardly anyone, and now, it was like you could no longer hold back.

You pulled yourself together as best you could, wiping away the streaky tears adorning your face, and when you looked up, all 6 of them were looking at you with such sadness you thought they might start crying. Through some heavy breathing, you managed to allow a bit of your sass to come through.

“… are y’all happy with yourselves? You made a gal cry.” You had smiled a little bit, letting them know that you were going to be okay, despite how you currently looked.

They all remained silent, which made you concerned that you had said too much. You remained convinced of that until you saw Eugene move to stand up. Your smile faded as you watched him move over to your cot. When he reached you he simply stopped and kneeled to the ground. He let his head hang for a moment before looking up at you with glossy eyes. He did not speak right away.

“…what?”

“Lily.”

“I’m…sorry?”

“Yeah what are you going on about, Sledgehammer?” Snafu piped in for surprisingly the first time that night.

“Lily. Your new name is Lily.”

“Why, Gene?” 

“Like…” He was caught off guard by the affectionate nickname. He had not thought he had earned something like that from you yet. “Like the lily of the valley flower. They grow in my front yard, back home in Mobile. It’s a beautiful and delicate flower, one that germinates and spreads its beauty wherever it is planted. But they aren’t what meets the eye. They’re actually extremely dangerous. You don’t want to mess around with them if you plan on keeping ‘em around. …just like you.” 

You were taken aback. You knew the boy was quiet and sweet, but you never took him to be the smooth type. Even if that was not how he intended for it to come across. You felt your face flush, and began to get bashful. You dropped your head lightly, and you felt your face heat up even more when you heard the ‘damn straight’s’ coming from the other 5, completely in agreement with Eugene.

“…shut up, you fuckers. I could kill y’all in your sleep.”

“Just like the flower!”

You threw your pillow in their general direction, and you all broke out into laughter. You were in such a state of shock and disbelief at what was happening to you. You were beginning to believe in hope again. Then Runner spoke up.

“How about we push our cots together for the night? Lily, you can be in the middle. We can keep you safe from all the assholes that are littering this island.” (in this house we support the idea that guys can do this and not feel the need to crack a joke because fuck toxic masculinity)

“I’m great with that, s’long as Leckie keeps his problem under control.” Sidney chimed in, always ready with the jab.

The boys all goofed around with each other, while you just watched them with bemusement. You were completely unaware that Eugene was just staring at you. Awestruck. Dumbstruck.

Lovestruck.

Quite frankly, he was not sure when the feeling started feeling that way about you. Might have been when he first told you about being from Mobile. Could have been just now seeing you laugh and light up bright. Could have been from the first moment he laid eyes on you. It did not matter. All that mattered was that he got to spend his time on this hellhole with you, and he would not have changed it for the world.

He was brought back to reality when he felt you grab onto his arm so he could help you guys move the cots. Once they were all in place, they made you get in first and then decided what order they were going to lay in. Their main concern was not the men they laid next to, so much as who the two would be that got to lay next to you. You made it very apparent that you did not care about the other side, so long as Eugene was to one of them. He was standing at the head of your cot, unsure of what to do like the others, but he turned his head down to face you when he saw you lean your head backwards to look up at him, and you lightly grabbed the fabric of his pants. Eugene crawled into the cot next to yours, and you just looked at him with a tired smile. His heart swelled and started beating wildly.

Once everyone else had clamored into bed, Chuckler being the one to your other side, you all settled in for the night. Before anyone really tried to fall asleep, Eugene said something only loud enough for the 7 of you to hear. 

“You know we’re gonna protect you, Lily. You know that, right?”

You looked at him in the dark, his face barely visible with hardly any moonlight entering the bunk. He was not looking at you, he was looking up at the ceiling, that much you could see. You reached up with one of your hands to pull his face to face yours.

“I know, Gene.”

~

A few more days and plenty of emergency surgeries and bandage changes later, you were starting to feel really burnt out. Plus, the boys had been away for those few days, so you had hardly anyone to talk to it about. Even Snafu and his ways would have been better than nothing. The boys did return earlier than expected, and when you got back from your most recent emergency surgery, you were more than thrilled to see them back in your bunk. But what made you the happiest was telling them to stay put so they could watch your equipment while you went and showered for the first time in a few days. That way, when you got back, they could block the entrance to your bunk so you could change peacefully. They made no objections, seeing that their few days were uneventful and you clearly needed the shower more than them, you looked like you had been to hell and back.

You took as minimal as possible over to the shower, which including not carrying your spare uniform. The thing weight more than it looked like it would, so you opted for just a tank top and a pair of shorts. As you were walking back to the bunk, you managed to make it within eye sight of your bunk, and you were met with a really sweet sight. The boys had all sat outside and played cards while they waited for you, ready to block the entrance while you changed just like you had asked them to.

You were about to call out to them to get their attention, when another squad beat you to it. For the first time since you had been with this squad, you were catcalled by another group of men. Their bunk was visible from where the boys were sitting, and the second your name left one of their mouths, all their heads shot in that direction. You just kept walking to get as far away from them as possible. Turns out that was not the best option, since that gave them more ammunition to talk about your ass as it moved. You jogged the rest of the way back to your bunk, fighting off tears as you did so, and the minute you were safely back in your own territory, Eugene, Leckie, and Chuckler all went running off to the group of men who were hassling you. They did not see it coming, but you knew that you would be tending to some serious injuries tomorrow by the looks of it.

When they make it back to you, they are out of breath and lightly sweaty. You are worried they got hurt, but when they smile at you, you knew they were okay. You walked over and hugged each of them. Somewhat unintentionally, you let Eugene’s hug linger a little bit longer than the other boys. He wanted to act like he did not notice, but he completely did.

 “Do we get hugs too, Lily?”

“Now, why would y’all get hugs, Sid?”

“Um, because we’re your friends, too? And we made a promise to protect you, so the next round is on us?”

 You just chuckle at them, and lean down to give them all hugs too, before retreating into the bunk to change.

All of them turn to look at Eugene, because like him, they saw his hug linger a little bit. They knew about his little crush – he had told them about it when they were going on a day straight of no sleep and getting delirious. At one point, one of the men had said something to the effect of ‘honestly, she’s so tough she’d probably break you but someone like you was meant to be with someone like her – she’s broken and needs someone who can love her properly, and none of us are really qualified to do that. Plus, she’s from Mobile so go for it, Sledgehammer.’ Little did he know though, is that they were hatching a plan to get him to admit it to you.

~

You had been cleaning some of your smaller tools in the bunk when Snafu runs in with Eugene at his side, and Snafu is trying to frantically tell you what happened but all you register is that you see Eugene and his blood pouring out of his arm. You push Snafu aside mindlessly telling him ‘yeah, yeah’ as you pull Eugene down to sit on your now back-in-its-original-place cot. Eugene clearly looks like he is in pain, so you want to help him as quickly as possible. But you know how painful it can be to clean an open wound, so you come up with a way to distract him.

“Gene, this is really going to hurt. Both parts, the cleaning and the stitching. I want you to talk to me, okay?”

“About what?”

“Anything. I just like hearin’ you talk. But… how about books? You’ve loaned me a book or two before. Tell me about things you’ve read about. Talk through the pain, honey.”

As soon as he comes up with a topic he knows he can talk about for more than two sentences, you start to clean the wound as best you can with him writhing around from the pain. Once the area is clean, you tell him he has to sit still while you stitch him up, otherwise he will have a needle where it does not need to be.

He talks as best he can, but with every poke of the needle, his voice would get hitched and stuck in his throat, and you started to feel awful. At one point he was starting to look a little pale, and he had stopped talking, so you just looked at him so he would look you back in the eyes.

“Genie, lay your head down on my shoulder. Close your eyes. I don’t want you passing out on me.”

He did as he was told, his head plunking down onto your shoulder. You could immediately feel it through your uniform that he was sweating terribly. You felt awful for doing this to him, but he would thank you later when he did not have to lose his arm from an infection.

You had finished stitching him up, and you just let him rest his head on your shoulder for a little while longer. That way he did not make himself dizzy when he stood back up. You even laid your head on his to try to bring him back to you. To calm him down.

Eventually he looked back up at you with eyes that spoke for themselves. He was wiped out.

 “Let’s get you into bed, hon. You need to rest.”

 You helped him walk over to his cot, very shakily, and laid him down and gave him a glass of water. Once he was comfortable, you got up to clean up your cot. And you heard him weakly ask you something.

 “What in God’s green earth did I ever do to deserve meetin’ someone like you?”

 You just chuckled lightly at his accent, accentuated because of how tired he was.

 “I should be asking you that, Gene.”

 ~

 Another round of emergency surgeries happened over the course of the following day, 8 to be exact, and all you wanted to do was go back to your cot and read. Eventually, you practically crawled your way back to the bunk, but was met with what, in that moment, was the worst site you could have been met with. Someone had broken into your bunk and tore the book Eugene had loaned you to shreds. The only people who would have had any motive to do such a thing would be the jerks who catcalled you earlier in the week. You assumed it was them. The assholes.

You were feeling so burnt out, though that all you could do was sob. You were sobbing so intensely that you fell onto your cot. And you just laid there, crying your entire soul out. The boys had been coming back from dinner, wanting to invite you, but knew you were still in surgery. So, they went without you. When they were back standing in front of the cot, they could hear you crying before they walked in. They all wanted to barge in and make you feel better, but instead they practically shoved Eugene in there to help you.

He first sees the book on your bed, shredded beyond repair, scattered around your heaving body. Then the adrenaline kicks in and he is on his knees by your side in an instant, rubbing circles onto your back. When you finally can breathe normally again, you roll over to look at him through red eyes.

 “Want to talk about it?”

 He opened the doors to a floodgate. You start rattling off all the surgeries and how something went wrong in every single one, and then you tell him all you wanted to do was read his book but now that was ruined and you promised somewhere in there to replace it, and then you were overcome with happiness when he places a book you never saw him grab by your side as a replacement. All the emotions eventually just cause you to stop in your place and stare at him, completely overwhelmed. The look in his eyes tells you something that your body felt before your brain registered it, and before you knew it, you leaned in and kissed him.

It was not much, and you instantly pulled back, realizing that you could have just made a huge mistake based on a huge misunderstanding. You start blubbering to him, saying you were sorry and asking him to not report you to your higher ups, and in the middle of it, he just throws himself at you. Clearly desperate to taste you properly, almost sobbing himself at just how soft your lips were compared to the harshness of the war going on around him.

While he was relentless in the moment, eventually you both pulled away to breathe, just staring into each other’s eyes, pupils slightly larger than usual. The moment would have been perfect if it were not for your friend, Snafu.

 “Is it safe to come in there or are y’all screwing each other, already?”

 You both break and laugh, and the boys outside take that as their cue to come in. They look thrilled for you. Once Eugene had had enough of the looks they were giving you, he looks at you and not-so-shyly says,

 “This is only the beginning, darlin’, just wait until we’re back in Mobile and can be together properly. I’ll treat you like a queen.”

 ~

 A few close calls later with Eugene being on the front lines more often than you would like, you two finally come back home. Initially, you went to your house first, the joy of having their other child home being more important than discussing the elephant in the room. You introduced the man you brought home, and to your happiness, he fit right in. Your parents loved him.

Then, he takes you to his home, where you get to meet his family. You imagined you would be liked enough by his parents for them to want him to keep you around. Especially after the way Eugene introduced you to his doctor father.

 “Dad, meet Y/N. She’s the one who causes all my heart murmurs now.”

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