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As promised, Demon Dobson Headcanons. As usual with Demon headcanons, obligatory warning that some of what I say may tie into my own lore revolving around hell and that I'll likely expand on it in text. TLDR; I'm a nerd over demons and designing them.

also these are in no particular order

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Demon Dobson HCs: (i foind fishee)

୨・┈┈Dobson is a mid-ranking demon in terms of position and power. From a younger age, he was shown to have potential in his abilities and for that reason was looked upon with more respect and in higher regard by his peers. He was ahead of his time, a prodigy, he was perfect. The attention gradually got to his head, and in time, he had developed a superiority complex regarding how he views other people. Power-wise, he’s able to turn into his demon form with ease when submerged with water. He’s outright amazing at getting to and from places through traversing water canals. (this means he's also amazing at switching from wet clothing to miraculously dry clothing in seconds. Magic!) He’s also capable of something or other with his flip phone. I think it’d be interesting for him to have a technology based ability but I haven’t figured it out. Maybe something to do with disorienting people through typing or showing specific things on its screen? Thus, giving him leverage to triumph over them.

Dobson isn't a pride demon. He's an Envy Demon. Dobson is depicted as having a superiority complex toward others, he holds himself to the highest degree, but he's also a class act suck up. Dobson constantly looks down on others partially due to a fear that he will become inferior, that he will be in a place where he’s forced to be looked down on for his abilities. He wants nothing more than to excel past his peers, to be seen as full of potential by his superiors, and for the most part, he has. He does excel in most of what he does. But in areas he doesn’t, he puts those around him down in hopes to be seen as superior. He’s cutthroat and downright vicious over his position to keep from being inferior. He’s terrified of being beneath others, and due to that, he’s constantly envious of those with a higher understanding of things he wants to be seen as proficient in. He’s envious of those above him, of those who appear capable of moving past him easily in life. And so, he’ll give them hell for any mistake they show. For example, I imagine he'd envy Morris’s abilities with people. Dobson couldn’t give less of a damn what people think of him, but he does wish he was able to sway a room like Morris can. Dobson constantly finds himself envying small things about others, wishing that was him. As highly as he views himself, he knows his life of normalcy could do more. This is also why he tends to suck up to authority figures, in hopes they’ll see his distinguished potential and uplift him as he feels he deserves to be. 

On the note of Envy, I like imagining Envy Demons to be aquatic in nature. The sea is a deep and unpredictable place of ferocious beasts. However, there is also an unmistakable sense of dread. In the sea, if you are not up to standard you will die. If you were born weak, you will die. Be envious of those stronger in this sea of doubt, work to be as good as them lest you fall to your knees. That is why I see Envy as the Sea. This is why Dobson is aquatic rather than your average portrayal of a demon. Adding onto this, Envy demons have horns that curl upward similarly to that of pride demons, but they kind of branch off like the coral of the sea. 

Dobson’s demon form is based off of the Idiacanthus Atlanticus, or the Black Dragonfish. These fish are said to be the most venomous fish within the Mediterranean. They have venomous spines that are known to cause significant harm to humans and other marine life. In other words, they’re quite rigid and difficult to approach. Plus, they’re a smaller, unpredictable predator. Though, generally, their diet consists of smaller invertebrates. I found the choice to be quite fitting due to his ruthless, unsavory, cutthroat nature toward his peers. He’s poisonous, he’s unpredictable, motherfucker would literally throw rocks at you if it meant he got the upperhand in his job. His choice in attacking smaller prey would be due to his inability to view his superiors in the same way. He envies them, but he’d like to please them rather than get on their bad side so that he too can climb up to their ranks. (i choose to willingly ignore the sexual dimorphism aspect) 

Dobson was human, and he lived a relatively unfulfilling, short life. He was top of his class, he considered himself a prodigy, someone who was meant to do great things and have everyone else look up at them in amazement. Unfortunately for him, an accident at 17 would leave him six feet under, soon to re-emerge in a sea- no, whirlpool of possibility. Despite his initial grief and dismay, Dobson enjoys being demonic. He feels powerful, as if nothing could stop him, you could say that despite his sin he’s overly prideful of where he is now. That isn’t to say he doesn’t feel envy toward the living though. He often wonders where he’d be had he not gotten into that accident. Would he have made some grand discovery? Would he have graduated early? Would he have a high grossing position in some prestigious company? Seeing mortals around his age fills his head with envy. To be them, to turn back time, he’d do anything for that opportunity. 

After allowing himself to grieve the life he had, he eventually pursues a job in Joja Corporations. For a while, he didn’t have the motivation to do his job as well. After all, why bother? It wasn’t like he was the person he was. He had become a monster in his eyes, something entirely offset from the guy he was before. Who wouldn’t grieve their past life if they could remember it? Sure, he looked like himself. But he was different. Extremely different. It took him ages to dig his way out of that mindset, but when he did, he was a rising star within the company. He ended up one of the youngest individuals in a middle management position, and it only added to his ego and reaffirmed his superiority over others. Unlike before, he had genuine power thanks to becoming demonic, and he’d damn well use it in whatever way he could to get the upper hand over his peers.

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The day Dobson found out he could become more powerful by harvesting human souls was the day he truly discovered the power his demon form had. There was a particularly offensive customer in Joja-HyperMart that day, and he brought them outside and just about dragged them underwater. Of course, he ended up too scared off by the possibility of losing his position to do that, so instead, he showed his teeth as if to threaten them and said something along the lines of “I’m not against using… what would I even consider you? Human trash, that's it. I’m not against using human trash like yourself as a floatie. Or even a toothpick. Seriously, talking down to ME?” and he continued to go on a rant until they nervously backed away, Dobson’s less human traits in full view unbeknownst to him.

Dobson's noticeably more bark than bite. He could make threats all day, but actually acting on them and taking someone's soul is another thing to him. I imagine when he's pushed about actually getting physical with his threats he gets all stammery and says things like "Well- I've decided I'll spare you. I'm a nice person, can't you tell? Seriously, wanting me to go out of my way to hurt you. Are you hearing yourself?" when in reality, he's just too afraid of the idea of actually getting into a fight. Yes, he's strong, especially with venomous spikes. No, he doesn't want his pretty face harmed. No, he doesn't care what upper-hand he could have in a physical altercation, leave him alone!

He's gotten himself into heaps of trouble with others, especially other demons due to his inability to keep quiet over his thoughts. He's definitely made backhanded remarks toward more powerful demons and immediately had to dive into a river to keep from being punted.

The King of Taking Care of Himself. Every Thursday and Friday he goes to a ritzy seafood place in Zuzu City. Being an aquatic demon really gives you a craving for seafood. Who would've thought? Yes, he could hunt it himself, but he wants it prepared just right. He wants it specially made for him!

You'd think Dobson would learn how to mask his demonic traits, but no. He's outright horrible at keeping his true nature on the down low. He's overly prideful of these traits, yes, but he's also prideful of the fact he hasn't been yeeted into the void by a demon hunter yet. Yes, he can hide things like his tail and horns, but they just seem to pop out of nowhere when he's annoyed! Whenever this happens, a loud growl leaves his mouth followed by a "I STUBBED MY FOOT DON'T YOU DARE COME IN- WAIT- PLEASE- HANG ON-" Don't get him started on his teeth either! Outright impossible to hide those things! I imagine he has to do those really awkward toothless smiles in order to keep people from seeing just how sharp and jagged the many teeth in his mouth are.

This dumbass has no idea anyone else in Joja is a demon. He thinks he's the only one. He's the special Joja Demon who has to hide himself from all of his peers in hopes he won't be caught and end up in massive trouble. Of course, thinking he's that special does give him a bit of an ego boost. He can't help but look down on his coworkers over it.

His tail has to be the hardest thing to hide. Yes, his horns are pointed outward and have numerous ends to them to hide, but he can literally just wear a hat if his hair doesn't suffice. His tail is HUGE. It drags behind him when he's not underwater, if it wasn't for the fact that he measured it out of boredom one day, he'd swear it was larger than him. He can retract his tail, but again, it always seems to pop back out whenever he's feeling overly annoyed. It's a wonder he hasn't been confronted about it.

He's definitely smacked people who annoy him with his tail. When they turn around, he turns to them and shrugs his shoulders. "I dunno. Maybe it was a bug? Maybe you should've moved out of the way when I asked? Mmh?"

There's a reason his tail is so large, of course. In his full demon form, it acts like a mermaid-tail type thing which allows him to move in water better. Also, it looks cool as hell. A jet black tail with bioluminescent spots. These spots can be found on other parts of his body as well. They light up brighter than usual whenever he gets flustered, and his face tends to flush a light shade of blue along with them.

He has a bulb around his chin that glows too. Basically, he's glow in the dark in his demon form. Awesome, right? Yeah, but imagine seeing him in a distant river at like- 2AM. He's definitely used the subtle light he gives off to his advantage. And by that I mean, he's used it to scare people away from the place he resides.

If he had to pact with anyone, it'd be reserved for his closest friend. Someone he views higher than most, someone he wouldn't mind taking on the world head on with. He'd be the one to bring up the idea, and with his usual grandeur, it'd sound something like "Hey- I was thinking... we're such close friends, right? You're practically the only one I turn to for my issues. I thought I'd return the favor. Yeah, I'm offering you my hand. I'd like to form a pact with you! I know, it's such an honor. I wouldn't be doing this for anyone, you know. You just mean significantly more than the average country idiot. Don't be shy." He'd never admit it, but it made his entire year when they ended up saying yes.

Of course, if you do end up pacted to him, there's clear ground rules. Never disturb his beauty sleep, don't contact him during his self-care hours, don't interrupt his seafood dinners unless you plan on splitting the bill, and please text him if you're needing to know whether or not he's busy. He'll get back to you immediately. The only exception is if its an emergency. In which case he'll disregard every rule placed and do everything in his power to help. He's not going to act nice over it though, you're still getting Dobson branded sass. But he's honored to be able to help.

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WIP Wednesday

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Ya'll I have been riding on an ecstatic high since Sunday. Not only did my Kansas City Chief's win, they blew out the Chicago Bears. And to top it all off, my favorite player Travis Kelce, who I have been a huge fan of for years (long before Taylor Swift, before the super bowl wins, and before Patrick Mahomes) got T-Swift to come to a game and freaking broke the internet. I have loved every moment and I am just so elated about it all. So to keep with the trend of the NFL, here is NFL Buck... and his leg injury.

They didn’t even make it to half time and Christopher never showed his touchdown dance to his grandparents. Midway through the second quarter, linebacker Jayon Brown sideswiped the left tackle, leaving him free and with a direct shot to the quarterback. Just as Buckley was releasing the ball for a pass to the endzone to DeAndre Hopkins, Brown tackled him, knocking his throw off and allowing Adoree Jackson to intercept it. Brown swears up and down to this day, the tackle was clean, but deeply regrets the damage that came from it. What he doesn’t tell anyone but those closest to him; he heard and felt Evan Buckley’s leg break under him and when he got back to the sideline, he puked his guts behind the bench. Evan’s cries of pain were barely heard over the roar of the crowd celebrating the pick and it took a short moment for anyone to notice that the Texan’s quarterback had not gotten back up.  Right tackle Kendall Lamm was the first to notice Buckley’s injury and frantically waved over the training staff. He would go on to tell the press, “Buckley is a tough son of a bitch and to hear that sort of anguish coming from him, I knew something was wrong.” Then when asked about the injury the large offensive lineman would pale slightly, “Legs aren't supposed go that way, but I ain’t no doctor and we can only pray Evan comes back from this.”

The amount of research that has gone into the section is crazy. All players besides Buck are real players on those teams at that time. The interception actually occurred in the 2nd quarter of that game, but I'm putting the whole broken leg twist into there. If you have any questions about the NFL or American football in general please shoot me a message. Hope you all enjoyed! Go Chiefs!

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Chapter 2:

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie (Donald Malarkey x FemOC)

Hello strangers. Well I have not posted in freaking ages, I'm so sorry. Been a busy bee! This is the second chapter of the cowboy series, hope ya'll enjoy. I am going to restart my taglist since I haven't posted in a long time. So please let me know if you want to be on it. Enjoy!

“Please! Don’t shoot.” The young woman repeated, stepping out from behind the tree she was hiding behind. Her arms raised over her head to show she meant no harm.

Don peered at her with a shocked look on his face. His eyes dragged down her body. His brows furrowing, she wore jeans and sneakers, a thin t-shirt, her shoulders covered by a cropped cardigan. Her clothes were dirty and torn, the young woman’s face marred with mud. Blood mixed in with the grime that caked her skin.

The young frightened woman’s teeth chattered together loudly, clearly from the cold, since her clothes didn’t protect her from the harsh elements. Scout, after seeing the woman step out from her hiding spot had stopped barking, looked at her curiously. 

“Please, can you lower the gun.” She uttered quietly. Don snapped back into reality, realising that he still had the gun pointed at her head. He cleared his throat, lowering the gun and flicking on the safety. This woman was no threat to him, and even if she was, she didn’t look in any state to fight. Don could easily tell the signs of exhaustion pulling at the woman’s frame, her face looked gaunt, the bags under her eyes a dark shade of purple. How long had she been out here?

“Who are you?” Don asked, asserting his gruffer voice. He needed to show her he didn’t have time to fuck around.     

“Eleanor Turner.” She said, finally lowering her arms. She wrapped them around her to try and keep her warm. 

“What are you doing out here, Eleanor?” Don asked. So many more questions flooded in his brain, but he didn’t want to overwhelm the already shaken woman in front of him. She looked as if she could collapse right now, her legs trembled slightly, as if unable to hold her own weight.

“I was on a hike, I got lost from my group.” She explained, but Don didn’t buy it. She had no gear with her, let alone appropriate clothing for the mountain terrain and weather. Plus there were no walking trails anywhere near here, all of the land that surrounded the ranch was private property. If she really did get lost on the hiking trail, she would’ve had to be out here for days nearly a week. Don knew the woods, and even with all his experience, staying out here without the correct gear and clothes, you would be dead in a few days. 

“Don’t lie to me.” Don snapped, the woman instinctively taking a step back from his harsh tone. 

“I’m not lying.” There was nothing else she could say to convince him. Eleanor wasn’t really in the right state to try and persuade the man perched on the horse. Tears pricked in her eyes, she had been out here for two days, unsure of how she was still alive. The relief she felt hearing dogs barking the voice of someone close by. She was sure only minutes earlier this was her demise, she was about to die in the middle of the woods with no one knowing her whereabouts. 

“Can you please help me?” Eleanor begged, tears trickling down her cheeks. The man’s expression softened slightly. As if he had finally realised she was in fact a human, who was in desperate need of help, not to be interrogated. 

“Yes, of course.” Don said, slinging his leg off the horse, landing on the ground. He rummaged around in the saddle bag, pulling a thick coat he kept for emergencies out. Don made his way over to Eleanor, who was shaking furiously from the cold. He handed her the coat, she took it gratefully. Eleanor quickly moved, slipping her arms into the sleeves, pulling it around her. She grabbed the zip from the front, her hands trembling so much she couldn’t get the tab into the correct hole. Warm hands slid over hers, she looked up wide eyed as Don stood in front of her. He took the front of the coat from her, quickly zipping up the front.

Don stepped back, now being closer to the woman he took her in. Her blue eyes were bloodshot and misty from the tears that now stained her cheeks. Her light brown hair was unkempt and tousled, tied loosely in a low bun. She was pretty despite all the dirt and scratches that covered her face. Eleanor couldn’t stand much longer, her weak legs slowly buckling underneath her. She reached out as she stumbled forward grabbing on Don’s forearm for support. 

“Shit.” Mumbled Don taking her into his arms. He needed to move faster than he had been. Her arrival had taken him by such surprise he hadn’t acted accordingly. He should’ve clothed her faster, gotten her on Lady before she had collapsed. Don needed to get moving, the dark now setting in, this wasn’t his plan. This woman had thrown him by her unexpected arrival. 

“Scout, Tiller cast!” He called to the dogs, getting them moving again. They rounded the cows in no time, seemingly understanding the urgency in Don’s voice. 

“Lady!” He called to the horse, who walked over to them. Eleanor was barely conscious, weakly standing in his arms. Her head lent against his chest, she was fighting so hard to stay awake. But everything was crashing down on her, hunger, dehydration, the cold it was all too much.

“Hey, Eleanor, hey!” Don patted her gently on the face to rouse her. Her eyes fluttered open, using what little of her strength she had to look up at him.

“Can you get on Lady?” Don asked. Eleanor nodded weakly, turning to face the horse. She shifted her weight from Don to Lady. Gripping on tightly to the saddle as she leant against the horse for support. Don squatted down hoisting the tired woman onto Lady. Eleanor was barely able to swing her leg over. She lay with her limbs dangling down either side of the horse, her face pressed into Lady’s mane. Don got up quickly, sliding into the saddle behind her.

“Come on now.” He grunted as he lifted her up into a sitting position. Eleanor’s head flopped forward, she felt so weak, not even being able to keep her head upright. Don leant her back so her back was pressed into his chest, he grabbed the reins with one hand and circled the other around her torso. 

“Lady, let’s go.” Don called, the dogs had rounded up all the cattle. “Let’s move!” He called the dogs who knew what to do, as they started herding the cattle back down the mountain again. 

They arrived at the field in no time. Don had moved them all as quickly as he could, finally sighing with relief seeing all of the herd in the fenced lot. However Eleanor wasn’t doing great. 

She was in and out of consciousness throughout the ride, Don had tried to multi-task feeding her water and moving the animals at the same time. But she wasn’t able to stay awake long enough to swallow. Don had clutched her to his chest trying to keep her from falling off the horse.

“Eleanor, can you open your eyes for me?” Don pleaded with the girl, who’s head lent back against his shoulder so he could look down at her. Her eyelids fluttered slightly, but it was no use, she had no energy left. Her body was cold, her breathing was ragged and slow, Don needed to act quickly or he would be bringing home a dead body rather than a girl. 

Don leaned her back so that he could swing off the horse without her falling off with him. After landing on his feet he was quick to pluck Eleanor off Lady, he settled her down on the ground gently. He moved as fast as he could, pulling his sleeping bag from the saddle packs. Don unzipped the bag lying it flat on the ground before moving Eleanor onto the material and zipping it up around her. He needed to keep her as warm as possible as he set up the tent and a fire. 

Don pulled everything else he needed from the packs on Lady who grazed on the lush grass in the field. The herd seemed settled as well, chewing their cud. The dogs moved closer to the unconscious woman, Scout nudging her with her snout and whining quietly. 

“She’ll be alright girl, don’t worry.” Don said over his shoulder to the dog. Scout lay down beside the woman resting her head on Eleanor’s chest, as Tiller lay at her feet. The dogs could tell she wasn’t doing well, trying their best to comfort her. 

Don pitched the tent in no time, dragging Eleanor in the sleeping bag into the shelter. He just needed to start the fire and then he could try to get her awake again. The dogs stayed close, following behind Don as he set Eleanor up in the tent. They took their positions again beside her as he left. 

“Watch her Scout. Tiller come with me.” Don requested the dog’s. Scout nuzzled closer to Eleanor, as Tiller stood following after the rushing man. 

He left the field heading back out into the woods, he needed tinder and wood to keep the fire alive. It wasn’t only about the warmth, but the protection it provided. The predators wouldn’t approach the fire. This would serve as protection to them all throughout the night. So Don needed enough fuel to keep it going for the whole night. 

Don lit the way with a bright torch, keeping his other hand tightly clutched around the small hatchet he had brought with him.   

Don hacked away at the dead log that lay on the forest floor, wiping the sweat from his brow. If he could drag this hunk of wood back he could chop it into smaller pieces for firewood, he had also gathered handfuls of tinder to help start the fire. 

“Got it!” He said triumphantly as he finally had made it through the thick trunk. He heaved the wood onto his shoulder, heading back to camp.

Don worked quickly, thankfully the fire lit easily and the wood he had brought would last them till the morning. Now he could finally turn his attention to Eleanor. 

He crawled into the small tent, really only meant for one person. Don sat next to Eleanor, nothing much had changed but Scout seemed to be more anxious, even growling slightly as Don reached towards Eleanor. 

“Scout! I’m going to help her!” Don scolded the dog, who quickly hid her teeth again letting Don proceed. 

“Eleanor.” Don called to her but she didn’t rouse to his voice. He shook her gently to no avail. Don bit his lip knowing his next move, he pinched the top of her shoulder putting pressure on the muscle between his fingers. Eleanor gasped in pain shifting away from him, her eyes finally opened. 

“Good, you're awake.” Don said, turning around to grab the water and food he had brought into the tent with him. 

“Where am I?” Eleanor glanced around not recognising her surroundings. Feeling less exhausted than before but her body still ached tremendously. Her head pounded and stomach growled loudly for food. She could easily fall back to sleep and stay that way for days but she fought to stay awake, the need for food and water outdid her need to rest.    

“You’re in a tent, but we are still in the forest. We'll head back to the ranch tomorrow.” Don said, passing her water to drink. She smiled quickly before sipping on the fluids. Eleanor didn’t realise how thirsty she was, the liquid on her tongue quenching her thirst. She began quickly sculling the drink. 

“Woah, hold on there.” Don lowered the canteen from her lips, her brows pulled together. “Not too fast, you will get sick.” He clarified his actions. She nodded sheepishly, resuming her sipping. 

“What’s her name?” Eleanor asked, as she stroked Scout’s head that still lay on her stomach. Scout seemed pleased with the attention snuggling in closer. 

“That’s Scout, and that’s Tiller.” Don motioned to the dog who laid down closer to the exit of the tent, sticking his head out every now and then to check on the animals outside. 

“And you are?” She asked, her head tilted slightly. Don’s brows knitted together, in all the commotion of the events he hadn’t even introduced himself to her.    

“Oh, I’m Donald Malarkey.” He offered his hand out for her to shake, Eleanor reached out taking his hand in hers. Don noted her hands were smaller than his, softer too. His hands were tough from all the labour they did, but Eleanor’s hands were smooth, apart from the section on the bottom of her palm. The skin had been raised, he could feel it under his fingers. Don absentmindedly turned her hand over in his, inspecting where he felt the abraded skin. Eleanor’s skin on her palm was red and raised, clearly scraped. 

“I fell.” Eleanor commented, letting the stranger investigate her wounds. His hands were warm and strong, but his grip was soft. Eleanor weirdly felt at ease with the man she had only just met. Normally she had her guard up around men, from her previous experiences with them she knew that they weren’t to be trusted. All they did was hurt her, so she kept a wide berth from them. Clearly she had forgotten her own rules, which led her to this mess.

“Did you hurt yourself anywhere else?” Don asked, his eyes glancing over her figure. His voice pulled her from her thoughts. Eleanor shook her head, regretting the action immediately as the room began to spin. She took deep breaths trying to stop the black edges creeping into her vision. 

“I’m dizzy.” She was barely able to whisper out, her lids felt heavy as her stomach churned. 

“Eleanor you’re ok, stay with me!” Don could see the young lady's eyes rolling back into her head as her limbs became lifeless. He cradled her head before it fell back onto the hard ground, lowering it gently onto the makeshift pillow. Scout whined, pawing at the unconscious girl. 

“She’s out again, Scout.” He mumbled to the dog, patting her gently between her ears. 

Don stayed with Eleanor for a moment, checking that the young woman was still breathing, before climbing out of the tent to tend to the fire. 

Don untacked Lady, letting her graze alongside the rest of the herd. He placed the saddle and bags by the front of the tent under the awning that popped out, giving it some shelter from the elements. He pulled the spare sleeping bag out from the bag unfurling it, before climbing back into the tent. 

Eleanor lay peacefully, her breathing even. Don reached inside of her bag, making sure she was warm enough. Scout scooted in closer to the young woman, keeping herself and Eleanor warm. 

Don slid inside of his own sleeping bag, squeezing into the small space. Least he knew they would be warm enough for the night, with the fire roaring outside and the four bodies inside of the tent, they would be plenty warm. Tiller lay on Don’s feet, his head still facing towards the flap of the tent, he wouldn’t sleep tonight, just rest. Tiller was a good dog, he would notify Don if anything became a miss.

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Paw prints on the Agent's heart🐾part 8:

Hey guys. I'm back from holiday and are here to gift ya'll with the next chapter. I hope you guys enjoy and again thanks for all the love and support. Ah geez, I'm making this sound like a slight bit of Lena x reader too(probs because of a not so tiny crush on her😂)y'all please forgive me for the smudge of this.

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"Have you found out anything yet?" Alex asked, masking the desperation in her voice but Winn caught onto it easily.

"Alex No. Stop asking me that every two minutes and leaning over my back like a crow, and staring at the screen won't make her jump out of it magically either." Winn snapped before sending the agent a apologetic look.

"I'm sorry Alex. I know you are worried more than..." Winn paused when Alex gave him a death glare after sitting down on a black chair next to him.

"Oh don't try to fool me. We all know you have a crush on her and you clearly are worried about her safety no matter how much you try to hide it behind your stoic agent facade." Winn went on before hacking away on his computer again as the other agents bustle about in the background.

Alex felt a flush rushing to her cheeks and the tips of her ears turning red at what Winn said. "Shut it Scott and just work on finding her location before I slap the stupid out of you."

Winn smiled to himself. "Oh how you wound me Danvers." Winn said jokingly but continued on the computer.

"Where is Kara?" Winn whispered to Alex suddenly who were absentmindedly playing with the sleeve of her black suit in worry, brown eyes shooting up to look at the back of his head.

Alex pursed her lips together before speaking again, looking down at her combat boots. "She went to tell Lena about (Y/N). I just hope Lena don't freak out on Kara for not telling her last night but we didn't want to worry her. I think even (Y/N) wouldn't like it if Lena worry herself too much and get less rest than she already does." She explained, briefly looking up at Winn and making eye contact before looking down at her hands, fidgeting with her sleeve again.

"She really do care alot about Lena. I'm glad that they know each other." Winn rubbed at the back of his head before turning back to his computer.

"Yeah she does. They both do." Alex whispered and gave a sad smile to mask her jealousy.

Just as Winn went to open his mouth to talk, J'onn walked into the quarters and stopped next to them, grabbing both their attention by clearing his throat.

Alex and Winn immediately looked up at the martian.

"Have you found out anything?" J'onn questioned, eyes briefly scanning over the computer infront of Winn.

"Sadly no but I haven't given up yet. These people have many places and some are hidden away way to good for comfort. They move a lot and split up often to confuse us and I can't pin point who of them got her and where." Winn explained while J'onn let out a sigh, arms folded over his chest, dark eyes watching Alex from the corners as she ran a hand frustratedly through her hair.

"The CADMUS agent still refuse to talk either. All we have gotten out of him so far is rude insults. I guess if he keeps that up I might have to resolve to get the information out of him another way I don't like too much."

Alex suddenly got up and stormed of to where they are keeping the CADMUS agent in a sealed cell while J'onn unfolded his arms.

"I should probably go after her before she beats his behind into oblivion." J'onn left after her with that said.

"And come to me or Alex if you've found anything." J'onn called over his shoulder before disappearing behind two sliding doors down a hallway.

"Righto, let's get started again." Winn rubbed at his neck before turning his full attention back on the task at hand.

"Where can they possibly be keeping you?"

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"Kara?" Lena walked into her office and noticed the blonde sitting on the white couch in her office.

The blonde Kryptonians head snapped up to the female Luthor, giving her a faint hello and a nervous smile.

"What are you doing here?" Lena questioned, eyebrow raised at the blonde as she walked over to sit on the sofa across from Kara.

"Hi Lena. Your secretary let me in and told me to wait for you here." Kara explained, looking down at her folded hands.

Lena straightened her back, leaning back against the comfy sofa, crossing her one leg over the other, focusing her attention on Kara.

"Where is (Y/N)? Is she okay? You haven't called me back last night." Lena questioned, worry in her voice but most of all authority for in case the blonde might lie to her.

"Uh...about that..."Kara began, nervously fidgeting with her glasses, not too sure how the Luthor will react at her next words.

"Go on." Lena urged, head half tilted to the side, watching the nervous blonde with a icey look.

"She got kidnapped." Kara finally finished after Lena's urge, trying not to cringe and seem to nervous under Lena's icey glare. Kara would never admit it openly but Lena did scare her atleast a little bit.

Lena shot forward, green eyes full of concern. "What? But how? By who? And how do you know?" She demanded, not caring to hide the desperation in her smooth voice.

Kara wring her hands nervously together, lips qursed before looking back at Lena.

"Apparently a group called CADMUS broke into her house and caught her off guard and shot her. When I got there, her room was thrased and uh...Supergirl was there and she told me." Kara hoped Lena would bought the few lies in there and not get exterminated by the female Luthor.

Lena tried to process what Kara just told her, brows furrowing in deep worry before her eyes turned icey again as she looked up at the blonde.

"Kara, why would Supergirl tell you, a random stranger what happened to her?" Lena questioned suspiciously, green eyes narrowing at Kara.

"Uh..."Kara nervously cleared her throat, once again awkwardly fiddling with her glasses. "Supergirl is a friend of mine...somewhat after we've met...when I interviewed her for CatCo once." Kara lied through her teeth, feeling that she might faint out of nervousness at any moment.

Lena narrowed her eyes even more. "You never mentioned being friends with her. And the most important question is why in the world didn't you call me last night to tell me she was kidnapped Kara?!" She raised her voice slightly making Kara flinch back but ignoring it.

Kara looked down at her light pink shoes, lips pursed once again. "I didn't want to worry you. And I'm certain that (Y/N) wouldn't be to happy if you are worried and get even less sleep than you already do." The blonde Kryptonian try to defend herself, getting up from the white sofa, her pink purse clutched in one hand in a firm grip out of nervousness.

Lena got up as well, taking a deep breath before letting it out again in a frustrated huff, pinching the bridge of her nose before rubbing at her pale temple.

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just worried about her and upset you didn't told me last night." Lena walked over to her desk, black heels clanking against the white tiled floor of her office.

"I really must be going. I have to get back to work. Before Mister Snapper snaps my neck for being late." Kara rushed to the door, halfway out the door already before Lena stopped her, already sat on her deck chair behind her desk.

"Kara, let me know if you find out anything please." Lena pleaded, hands folded on her dark wood desk.

"I will do so. And you know...please don't do anything reckless against CADMUS Lena, I know you are worried but just try to stay calm." Kara urged.

Lena simply waved her of with one hand before typing away on her tablet after taking it out of her bag. "Bye Kara."

Kara let out a breath and left through the door, closing it behind her with a faint click.

"Please be okay (Y/N). I swear I'll strangle that woman with my bare hands if she hurts you again and dare show her face in my presence ever again."

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"Wakey wakey stupid girl!" One of the CADMUS agents yelled, yanking your head back by your (y/l) (h/c) hair with a painful grip making you gritt your teeth in annoyance, (e/c) snapping op to glare into his dull grey eyes.

"We didn't give you permission to go to sleep again you stupid girl!" He growled out, grabbing you by the neck, tipping the chair that you are painfully tied to with kryptonite infused chains backwards, restricting your breath more and more by each passing second making you struggle to breath and glaring at him with hatred in your eyes.

"Butch don't kill her yet. Boss won't be happy and will skin us all alive if we kill her and her son's favourite weapon." One of the younger agents rush over with panic, grabbing at the arm that the agent is chocking you with.

The agent called Butch let out a groan and released you making you fall to the floor with the chair, coughing and wheezing for air, face flushed red slightly as the agent laughed lowly as he stood next to the tipped chair, looking down at you with a malicious look in his eyes while the younger agent nervously fumbled around before pulling the chair and you upright again with a struggle, you could clearly tell he must be a new recruit and also quite young like the one you've injured badly when they attacked and kidnapped you.

You looked around the vast dark room that seems to be endless and nothing much in sight save for the few agents and a few tables where they have all kinds of experimenting tools and different liquids in bottles. You aren't sure in what kind of place you are kept in, you only know that it must be huge and there is barely any light in the room, just the weak one hanging on the roof above you.

Groaning internally when thinking back to the moment you were taken by CADMUS and Lillian Luthor's smirking face right before you passed out giving you goosebumps all over again while the agent named Butch and the younger agent was having a tiny argument by now.

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It was well past midnight when Winn came rushing to J'onn, Alex and Kara still trying to get information out of the CADMUS agent to no avail, almost smacking into Kara's back and gaining their attention by the door slamming close behind him.

"Winn? I thought you went home by now." J'onn raised an eyebrow at him.

Winn closed his eyes for a moment, regaining himself before looking at the four looking at him now.

"Uh no. You did say I can go home and get some rest but I've chosen to stay. And I've managed to find something." Winn explained, ignoring the CADMUS agent that was glaring at them from his sealed cell behind them.

J'onn looked a bit more interested now, hoping for the best.

"What is it Scott?" He questioned in his deep voice while Alex and Kara focused on him entirely now too.

"I may or may not have find a possible location or two where they might be keeping (Y/N). There are two groups that seem to have settled down at two locations but the other six groups keep moving about every two hours. I think maybe we can check out those two locations." Winn explained eagerly but not yet wanting to get everyone's hopes up and might end up being wrong.

J'onn contemplated this information over for a few minutes, mauling it over in his head before looking at Kara and Alex that was now next to him.

"What do you two think?" He questioned, already knowing the answer full well but voicing the question anyways.

Alex was the first to speak, a spark of hope and determination in her voice only J'onn and Kara caught onto. "I think we should." Kara eagerly agreed with her sister.

J'onn looked at them for a moment longer before speaking up. "Okay then. But we must send a group to each location at the same time, Alex you'll lead the first group and Ka...Supergirl you'll assist and lead the second group to the other location." J'onn explained, making sure they understand the plan.

Kara went to protest but Alex cut her off. "I'll be fine to lead a group alone. You must assist the other group. I'm capable of protecting myself." Alex left no room for argument for Kara, knowing her sister was only being protective but there wasn't time for that and they were both needed at different locations.

J'onn motioned them to follow him and Winn out of the prison room and led them to the main computers room.

Once they ware there J'onn turned and putted a hand on Kara's armored shoulder. "Kara, your sister will be fine. I'll be going in her group too if it will ease your worry."

Kara nodded her head after a few moments. "I know. And thanks."

J'onn gave her a tiny hint of a smile before turning and walking further into the room, clearing his throat to gain all the agents in the rooms attention as Alex stood to his left with Winn while Kara stood on his right, arms folded over the familiar house of El crest on her superhero suit.

He made a quick explanation of the mission and plan at hand before dividing them in a two groups of six members next to Alex and one group of five next to Kara and getting the locations from Winn.

"The first location is an very old abandoned asylum a few miles out of National City in a wooded area." Winn informed and J'onn nodded.

"Okay, Alex and our group will take a look at that location."

Winn nodded back before looking at Kara and the group of eager agents behind her, feeling happy and prideful that they seem so eager to get you back too.

"The second location is a abandoned rundown subway station that aren't used anymore right in middle of National City. It's seems to be a new favourite place of CADMUS."

Kara unfolded her arms and turned to J'onn and gave him a nod.

J'onn lifted his head slightly in acknowledgement before turning back to the eager agents.

"Suit up, get your weapons ready and get to your assigned location." He ordered with authority making them yell out. "Yes Director Sir!" before taking their leave to get ready.

J'onn thanked Winn before he turned to face Alex and Kara.

"Let's hope she at either one of those locations and that's she is still alive."

Alex quipped up, already fully geared(Just like Kara is already too) since she haven't bothered to change when they started searching for you. "She better be alive. I think she's to stubborn to die or get killed too easily."

J'onn shook his head at that, a hint of a smile at his lips. "You might be right about that." He then turned to Winn.

"Winn, thank you for all the help in finding her." J'onn began and Winn gave him a awkward pat on the shoulder.

"It-it's not a problem Director Sir. Anything to help some friends and people in need." Winn rubbed at his chin.

"Glad to always have your help. Can you please have backup agents ready for both groups incase we might need more help." J'onn ordered and Winn gave a nod.

"Yes Sir." Winn replied before taking his leave as fast as possible, phone already out.

"Let's go rescue (Y/N)." Kara putted an arm around Alex's shoulder and gave her light hug. "And please be careful out there. You never know what that Luthor woman have a her sleeve."

Alex smile at her, patting her arm in assurance. "I'll be okay sis, this won't be my first time without you. And please be careful too." She assured before pulling away from Kara's side hug when J'onn walked up to them with the now fully geared agents behind him.

"Ready to save (Y/N)?"

"Always." Came Alex and Kara's answer at the same time.

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You awoke to loud snickers and jeering of the CADMUS agents when the slammed what you assume a metal door close from somewhere behind you.

"Look at what I've caught." You heard the familiar tuneless voice of Butch as the other agents start to snicker again and pull faces at what or who you guess he must have in his hateful grasp.

"Boss will be so proud I think. Maybe she'd put me in a even higher rank." He boasted and shuffled closer to where you sat, still tied to the chair as you tried to look over your shoulder to see what's the whole commotion but to no avail, only hurting your neck even more.

"Put on the lights!" Butch yelled out in his nasty voice, making you cringe a little.

Suddenly there were more light in the room than what the weak light already offered, making you screw your (e/c) shut and groan out.

When you opened your eyes and finally see the place you were in you could feel your skin crawl all over again with goosebumps.

"No wonder this place feels so ghastly." You said under your breath.

Suddenly you heard heavy footsteps behind you and what sounds like slight struggling and voice that was muffled by a hand or something.

You tried to look again but only managed to strain your neck painfully again, making you look forward again and not to mention the painfull ache those kryptonite bullets have left behind when they've shot you back at the apartment, they've found a great pleasure in digging it out of your (s/t) flesh when they've brought you here, the dried blood smeared all over your skin and ruined superhero suit.

"Oh, she can't wait to see what I've caught. Such an impatient little bitch." Butch sneered and then proceeded to throw a very disgruntled and distraught figure on the floor with a painful thud right infront of you as the CADMUS agents cheer loudly by now at who it is.

The person sat up slowly and made eye contact with you, bloodshot light green eyes meeting with your (e/c) eyes making you tense.

"Lena?" You questioned confusedly, way beyond confused now. How in seven hell's have they caught her and where? Was the questions in your mind.

She certainly have seen better days. There was a blood trail running down her chin from a wound on her bottom lip where she clearly was punched by a fist, her long hair a mess. It made your blood boil to think that they have hurted her, glaring at her blood that is smeared on the brut of agent's right hand.

"(Y/N)." Lena said softly, relief filling her eyes when seeying that you are mostly alive, just the blood and wounds that cover your body that still have her on edge.

Butch motioned to a middle aged agent to bring another chair which he quickly ran to do and grabbed one that the others aren't sitting on, putting it against your back.

Butch grabbed Lena by the hair roughly, a low hiss falling from her bloodied lips as he proceeded to force her onto the chair and tying her up too against you so you are back to back.

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Gosh, so many ideas but I don't know which one's to use in the next chapter. Hope this chapter wasn't a disappointment to any of you but I'm trying my best.