#i'm just... 'i think i should demand handcuffs' okay!!!

[cakesandfail]

Vimes: I see what you're doing and I'm making fuckin' robocop here do it

Vetinari: ok :(

[braidlottie]

’cause you’re my girl and that’s alright.

pairing: adult!jackie taylor x afab!reader

summary: during an outing, you saw jackie flirting with another woman, know it would tick you off. she thought she would get off easy, but you always love teaching her a lesson, and so did she.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smut, nsfw, 18+ (minors dni), bratty!sub!jackie, dom!afab!reader, no y/n used, jealous sex, handcuffs, strap-on, degration, oral, face sitting, begging, fingering, overstim, crying, little aftercare at the end :33

title inspired by rx queen by deftones

you and jackie went to a bar for shauna’s birthday, just spending the night together with the rest of the adults. but right before going the two of you got into a fight, but since you promised shauna this, you decided to suck it up and go.

“i’m gonna go get another, you good?” van slurred next to you as he got up with your empty beer bottles. you nodded and smiled at how he wobbled back to the bar, swinging his arm around nat on the way. looking around, you were trying to find jackie. you saw her blouse sticking out around a corner, so obviously, you decided to go see her. plus, you wanted to apologize for the fight the two of you had. “hey babe-” you stopped in your tracks.

she was talking.

to another girl.

she was up against the wall, talking to a girl like you didn’t even exist. you knew jackie couldn’t help herself sometimes. she loved making you so frustrated. jackie noticed you in the corner of her eye, pushing away the other woman and walking over to you, batting her eyes.

“you think this is funny, don’t you?” you snapped, your hand pushing her up against a wall. “no, of course not.” her answer was made to seem like she was innocent but you knew you better than to believe her little act.

“you better stop with the attitude, i mean it, jackie.” you growled, gripping her chin so you can look her straight in the eyes.

“maybe you should give me a reason not to give you an attitude.” she still smiled, but her voice was deeper now, whispering into your ear, nibbling on your lobe. she tried to walk back to your group but you grabbed her arm. “we’re leaving. now. you better say goodbye to everyone.” it was your turn to whisper now. jackie went pale, knowing what was in store for her at home.

***

“you’re gonna do exactly what i tell you. if you don’t, i won't let you cum, and you wouldn't want that would you, baby?” you teased, your hands rubbing her hips.

“take off your clothes and lay back.”

“make me.”

those words set you off, pushing her on the bed. you straddled her, ripping open her blouse, the buttons flying everywhere. you loved watching her twitch when your thumb brushed against her nipples, she was so adorably sensitive.

“arms above your head.” you demand, reaching over to grab the handcuffs from the drawer. she obeyed immediately, her chest heaving when she heard them click in place.

“good girl, you okay?” jackie whined at the praise, her hips jolting up.

you started to take off her pants, just leaving her in her black lace panties, with the little pink bow on the waistband, the ones she knows you love so much. she whimpered when you kissed over her clit, gripping onto the bedsheets. you could already see her little button twitching against the cloth.

“so, you wanna act like you’re not with me? do you? you are going to regret that by the time i'm done with you, sweetheart.”

your hand slipped in the front of her panties, instantly feeling how wet she was. “oh, baby girl,” you tsked. the cuffs jingled as she moaned, legs spreading further apart. “you needed some attention down here, huh? poor baby. is my little baby too dumb to ask me to touch her?”

“n-no, i-”

“you just had to go run off with somebody else, right? just for me to notice?” you spoke to jackie in a condescending voice, tilting your head. she almost squealed when two of your fingers slipped inside her cunt. “‘m sorry.”

“aww, i know, sweetie. but you still owe me something, don’t you?” jackie watched your free hand go down to your crotch, gripping the strap in your pants.

“you won’t be needing these anymore.” you took off her underwear, throwing them on the carpet beside you. she loved how dominant and aggressive you always were, she would act up on purpose just for you to put her in her place. you took off your pants and underwear as well, teasing her hole for a little. you and jackie both shared a groan when you thrusted the fake cock into her, all the way to the hilt. “mmf, oh fuck,” she cried, her back arching of the bed.

“such a dirty girl. that feel good?“ you cooed, and she whimpered loudly in response. “y-yes! harder, go harder, please,” she sobbed when you pulled out, and you laughed in her face as you watched her pussy clench around nothing.

“don’t get too greedy, sweetheart.” you slid up, closer and closer to jackie’s face, taking off the strap and lying it next to her. “can you be a good girl and eat me out, baby?” you nodded because you knew she would just mirror your actions. her brain was too fuzzy to even think straight.

“tongue out, baby girl.” you smirked when she obeyed immediately, not moving an inch as you rutted your clit against it, your wetness smearing across her chin and lips.

“goood girl.” your voice was deep as you moaned, tossing your head back in pure bliss. you looked down at jackie, seeing how flustered she was. her heavy breathing against your cunt made you want to cum even faster. your breathing hitched your movements got sloppier, getting sent over the edge when the tip of jackie’s tongue flicked your clit a few times.

you screamed her name, cumming into her mouth. and you watched her lap up every single drop. she did this, making eye contact with you the whole time, a needy whine from her vibrating through your body.

“please, can i cum? pleasee,” you whined and begged like a little kid, slamming her foot down on the mattress and bucking her hips.

“i want you to fuck me so bad, please!”

“you’re begging me?” your eyebrows raised and she nodded, you’ve never seen her this desperate. you tightened the strap back on your waist, beginning to fuck jackie at an animalistic pace. the room was filled with the sound of your heavy breathing, a creaky bed, and jackie’s moans.

she cried, knowing that her orgasm wasn't too far away. “you sure as hell aren’t gonna pull that shit again, are you?” your hand held one of her bouncing breasts, twisting the nipple in between your fingers. you hand went to her little bundle of nerves when she didn’t answer, rubbing it in tiny little circles that made her go crazy.

“n-no, i won’t, ‘m sorry, i’m sorry.” she whispered the second apology. but you knew she was going to act up sooner or later, it happened every time.

“thaat’s my good girl. you gonna cum for me, baby? come on baby, cum for me. my good girl. there you go.” you coaxed, jackie screaming as she soaked your cock, her whole body trembling. she gave you a confused look when you kept fucking her hard. “once more, c’mon, cutie.”

“nghh, i can’t!... i... it's too mu-ch... fuck, i-i'm gonna-” she cut herself off, trying to blink back tears from overstimulation. you gasped when she squirted on you, also getting it on the sheets. “no more, please.” she sobbed pitifully, rubbing her eyes with both cuffed hands.

“no more, good girl.” you repeated, grabbing the key of the nightstand to unlock the cuffs. “you did so well, my sweet girl.” you kissed her wrists, smiling at her blush. she was your girl, and you were gonna make sure she always knew that.

[cherrycola27]

Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Specific Chapter Warnings: Violence against women, torture

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Chapter 15: The Great War

You groaned as consciousness slowly made its way back into your body. Everything hurt. Your head was pounding, your mouth was dry, and your body felt stiff. "Ugh," you sighed as you tried to sit up from the wooden floor.

You slowly blinked to take in your surroundings. You shot up as the memories came back to you. You tried to stand but were quickly pulled back down thanks to a set of handcuffs that were attached to the floor beside you.

"Well, look who's finally awake, and just in time." Someone said. You snapped your head in the direction of the voice. "You." You sneered as Preston Baxter strolled into the room. "I should have known you were behind this!" You growled at him.

"Of course I'm the one behind it. I'm the only person who's life you ruined, aren't I? Or are there others?" Preston asks as he tilts his head to the side.

You flare your nostrils and tug on the cuffs.

"Now, now, don't hurt yourself." Preston chuckled.

"How are you out of prison?" You demand. "A good lawyer and a temporary insanity plea." He states before grabbing a chair and walking over to sit in front of you. You slide away, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible.

"Well, aren't you going to ask me how I did it?" He says.

"How you did what?" You spit at him.

"How I kidnapped you silly." He exclaims.

"Okay, I'll bite. How'd you do it?" You ask him. You've seen enough action movies to know that if you get the bag guy talking, they might slip up and tell their plan.

"Well, first off, I had my baby brother Alex hack the White House so he could get himself a job on the security team. He forged all the documents and changed his last name to not raise red flags. After a few months, he was put on your detail. I waited for the right time until we had an opportunity. Once we had it, we took it." Preston tells you gleefully.

"You've been in prison. How were you able to plan all this?" You ask him

"You see, that's the thing about prison. It gives you plenty of time to plot your revenge. I spent two and a half years perfecting this plan, and you're not going to ruin it for me this time. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a ransom call to make." He claps his hands.

"Ransom call?" You question him. "Yes, while kidnapping you is a great revenge arc for me, extorting your husband for money—it just sweetens the pot," Preston says before getting up.

"The president doesn't negotiate with terrorists, foreign or domestic." You spit at him.

Preston, let's out a breath. "In normal cases, he wouldn't. But he's already proven that when it comes to you, he doesn't think rationally." He tells you before Alex brings him a phone that looks like a brick. He taps his foot before the call connects.

"Hello, am I speaking to the president? Wonderful. Well, Mr. President, I'm not going to mince words. We both know that I have your wife, and if you ever want to see her alive again, I'm going to need one hundred million dollars wired to an offshore account. I just sent the information to Mr. Rodriguez's email." Preston says into the phone. There is a pause before he sighs and brings the phone closer to you. He clicks a button before holding it in front of your face.

"They want proof of life. Gone on. Let them know you're alive. But don't try anything stuipd." He urges you before placing the phone on speaker.

"Bradley. Bradley, Dearest. I'm alive. I'm okay." You assure him.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to get you. I promise everything is going to be okay." Bradley tells you.

You shoot your eyes up at Preston. It crosses your mind that Bradley might not know who took you, so you do the exact thing that you knew Preston wouldn't want you to do.

"Preston Baxter and Alex are the ones who took me!" You shout into the phone. Rage flashes across Preston's face. You continue to yell as he takes the phone away. "Don't give them a dime, Bradley! Don't give them—" a harsh slap across your face sends you tumbling to the floor.

"Didn't I tell you not to do anything stupid you bitch?" He sneers as he crouches down next to you on the floor.

He grabs you by your hair and pulls your eyes up to meet his. "I hope you know just how much I'm going to enjoy making your life hell." He tells you.

"Fuck you." You growl before spitting in his face. He roughly drops you, and your forehead makes contact with the wood floor. You curl up, protecting your midsection before he gives a swift kick to your ribs and exits the room.

After a few minutes, you find enough strength to sit up. You drag yourself until you're leaning against the wall. A few tears prick your eyes, but you will them away. You won't let them see you break. You place a hand on your stomach and stroke it. You weren't sure how you were going to make it out of here alive, but for the sake of the child growing inside you, you knew you'd have too.

.................

It had been six days since you had been taken. News of your kidnapping had hit the mainstream media, and tips from all over the globe were coming in. Bradley made sure each one of them had been followed up, but nothing had come from any of them.

He sat at his desk with a now cold cup of black coffee, a copy of the Times, a stale muffin, and more cigarette butts than he cared to count. Dark rings framed his eyes, and his five o'clock shadow had morphed into a three a.m. blackout.

"Jesus, Rooster, you look like shit." Jake said as he came into the Oval Office to check on him.

"Well, Hangman, please forgive me for not looking front page ready while my pregnant wife has been missing for almost a week." Bradley snapped back.

Bradley saw the hurt face across Jake's face. "I'm—I'm sorry. I can't eat, I can't sleep, and we are no closer to finding her than we were a week ago. I'm going crazy Jake. Every tip we get gives me some hope, and then when it doesn't pan out, I'm back to rock bottom again. The only helpful information came from that couple who saw the abandoned car at that rest area. They said the SUV that was leaving was headed south. Do you know how many places are sound of D.C.? And what if they aren't even in the country anymore? It was hours after she went missing before the first call came through. And the ransom call wasn't until the next day. She could be anywhere in the world right now!" Bradley sighs before sinking back down in his chair.

"How the fuck did we not know that Preston Baxter was released? How did we end up hiring his brother for her security team?" He sighs.

"I did some digging, and apparently, his little brother is a genius. Graduated from MIT, ran a software company, but ended up getting mixed in with the wrong crowd and did two years from hacking a bank in the Midwest. IT found a hole in the White House firewall. They think he hacked a server and forged his information to get him a job here." Jake tells Bradley.

"I feel like this is my fault. No, I know this is my fault. If I had never run for president, none of this would have happened." Bradley sighs as he rakes his hands through his hair.

"You can't blame yourself for this Rooster. If you hadn't had done this, you never would have met Wise-woman. You never would have married her or made a kid with her. He'll, I wouldn't have met the love of my life either. It's not your fault. Y/N is smart. She left those notes for us. She told us who took her. She's going to be okay. She's strong. She's a survivor. She's a Bradshaw for crying out loud. Now, you might want to shower and fix your face. Yout in-laws and Mav and Penny just got here." Jake said as he patted Bradley on the shoulder before leaving.

Bradley did what Jake said. He took a shower, cleaned up his face a bit, and put on fresh clothes.

He wanted to shoot himself in the foot when he came face to face with your mother. He could tell that her tearful words and sullen expression were more of an act than anything. He'd tried to get in contact with them the day he found out you were gone, but they were in Greece and had finally decided to join in the search now that it was getting national attention. Your father seemed genuinely concerned, even offering to to man the tip room phone lines if that would be helpful.

Maverick and Penny tried their best to comfort Bradley. That evening after they had come to the White House, Bradley pulled Maverick and Penny into the Oval Office to tell them you were pregnant. He swore them to secrecy. It was on a need to know basis, and your parents were not in that loop.

Later that evening, Maverick made a few phone calls and called in a few favors. There wasn't much the Navy could do, but if Bradley needed them, Pete Mitchell would make damn sure the entire Dagger Squad would be ready for him.

...............

It's nine days after your kidnapping that Preston reveals the true reason why he has taken you. You're woken from a fitful sleep by the sound of a table and chair being slammed on the floor in front of you.

"Rise and shine sleepy head." Preston calls as he pulls you to your feet and plants you in the chair. Alex brings a laptop and places it in front of you before opening it.

"What do you want me to do with this?" You gripe.

"I want you to use that fancy security clearance you have to log in and get us into the encrypted server. Once we are in, my dear brother is going to steal something more valuable to us than you." He tells you.

"Nuke codes. It's always nuke codes." You breathe out. "Why would you need those?" You ask him.

"Let's just say that before I was in prison, I made some deals with some shady people. I borrowed a hefty sum of money, amongst other things, and promised to pay them back in nuclear codes once I was chief of staff. However, you came along and wreck those plans. Now that they know I'm out of prison, they are demanding I pay up. So, get me those codes." He demands.

"Can't your brother get them?" You ask him. "Unfortunately, the security is too good. Alex can't hack it, he's tried." Preston informs you.

"Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but when you become First Lady, you don't get top secret clearance. My information doesn't work anymore." You cross your arms.

Preston slaps you hard enough to knock you out of the chair. He grabs your and jerks you up. His fingers dig into your arm.

"You wanna do this the hard way, fine, will try again tomorrow." He says before twisting your arm and leaving.

After two days of him not giving you any food, you realize that Preston is going to try and starve the information out of you. He tried beating it out of you, but the bruises on your face and arms are proof he didn't get anything. When the third day comes, you're almost ready to break. Not for you, but for your child.

When the door to your room unlocks, you expect him to come in again for another round, but instead, it's Alex, and he's carrying a bag.

You scamper to the far side of the room, trying to put as much space as you can between the two of you.

"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." Alex says as he holds his hands out like he his trying not to spook a wild animal.

"I brought you something to eat." He tells you as he brings the bag over and sets it next to you before walking away and sitting down on the floor across from you.

It's not a five-star meal, but you gladly tear open the pack of beef jerky and chips he brought you before gluping down some of the water that's also in the bag.

"Preston is out checking in with his parole officer and running some errands in the city. I went to the little gas station a few miles away to get this for you." Alex tells you.

"I know it isn't good for pregnant women to get dehydrated or starve." He says. You pause mid chew and look up at him with wide eyes.

"How—" you can't finish the question.

"I saw you leaving the clinc that day. And you got sick the first couple of days here. Don't worry. I'm not going to tell Preston. He's already done enough to you." Alex shakes his head.

"Why are you helping him?" You ask him. "I'm the reason he owes so many people money. A few years ago, I was trying to prove to some buddies of mine how good of a hacker I was. I stole money from the wrong people. Pres, he—he kept them from killing me. I owe him." Alex shrugs. You can see in his eyes that he never intended for it to go this far.

"I know it probably doesn't mean much, but I'm sorry. You didn't deserve this." Alex tells you before getting up and leaving the room.

Your eyes drop back to the plastic bag in front of you. There is a sleeve of powdered donuts and some peanut butter cups inside and another bottle of water. You grab the candy, and that's when you notice it. A small slip of white paper. You grab it and realize it is a receipt from the store. You quickly read over it and smile. There, printed in tiny black letters is the name of a town and a state. You know where you are. Now, you just have to figure out how to let Bradley know.

Two days later, Preston brings the computer set up back again. Only this time, when you refuse to do anything, he pulls a gun from his waistband.

"Recognize this?" He asks you as he cocks his head to the side. Of course you recognized it. It was the same one he'd tried to kill you with once before.

"Type in your information, or I shoot you." He states coldly.

"You and I both know you are going to do that." You tell him with a smirk. "And why wouldn't I?" He sneers.

"You're not going to kill me because you need me. You can't get the codes or the money without me. You've been sending Bradley dated proof of life videos every two days. If those stop, what makes you think he won't track you down and blow you and this shithole off the face of the earth?" You state. "Me being alive is the only barging chip you have. You may be dumb Preston, but I don't think you're stupid." You say.

"Shut your mouth before I blow your brains out." He threatens you.

"Just make sure you don't miss this time." You laugh as he cracks the handle of it across your face.

"Type. Now." He demands. And for the first time, you give in. But you purposefully type your password wrong. You know that after five incorrect log-in attempts, your account will be locked, and cyber security will be notified. You are praying that they look at the attempted passwords. Each one you type in is a bit of information about where you are. After the fifth attempt, the screen goes black.

"See. I told you. My credentials don't work anymore." You smirk as you point to the screen.

Preston shoves you out of the chair and screams. "You fucking bitch. You did this on purpose!"

"No, I didn't! I don't have access anymore!" You defend yourself before his fist makes contact with your face.

"Fine. If I can't get the codes from you, I'll just have to get them from your husband. Maybe a good old-fashioned torture video will be just this thing to motivate him." He says before storming out of the room.

..................

"Mr. President!" Dante yells as he bursts into the Oval Office. Bradley shoots up and looks at him. He can tell Dante has news.

"Sir, we think we know where she is." Dante breaths out. Bradley sucks in a breath as he waits for him to explain.

"It appears she tried to log on to the White House server, but used the wrong password five times and locked her account. IT looked at each incorrect attempt to see what was going on because they knew the activity was suspicious. Each one is a clue about where she thinks she is. Look." Dante says as he hands a paper to Bradley. He reads it. "North Carolina, RidgewoodFalls, House, GasStation, Help." He says.

"We looked into the town and found out that a few months ago, an old farm in Ridgewood Falls was bought in cash by someone named Peter Brandon. We think that might be the alias Preston is using. We are currently working to get a rescue team together. The only issue is that the farm is near the town. We have to be careful going in without alerting him." Dante says.

Bradley agrees before dismissing Dante. He leaves his office and makes his way to the bedroom. He sits on the bed and grabs the framed photo of the two of you from your summer in San Diego. He touches your face and twists his wedding ring. "I'm coming for you, Sweetheart."

Two days after finding out where you are, almost seventeen days after you were taken, the White House receives a video of what they think is proof of life. Instead, they are met with the sight of you tied to a chair and gagged while Preston breaks three of your fingers and punches your face until its bruised and bloody. It ends with demands for nuclear launch codes in addition to the ransom money.

Bradley's blood boils as he watches the events unfold. He throws the coffee he is drinking across the room, and the mug shatters into a million pieces before he screams in anger.

He demands that the Navy SEAL team that Dante and others were organizing be sent in immediatly to extract you. Dante informs him that it isn't so simple.

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE WHAT IT TAKES! If you won't have the SEAL team go in and extract her then you'll leave me no choice but to fly Air Force One to North Carolina so I can get her myself!" Bradley screams before slamming his hands on the table.

"Sir. I understand your frustration. But we haven't been able to arrange air coverage and support for them. We need jets and pilots and don't have them yet.

"You need jets and pilots? Well, why didn't you say so. Bring me, Rear Admiral Mitchell. Now." Bradley says as people scramble out of the room.

"Mav," Bradley begins as he enters the room. "Is Phoenix sit the commander of the Bush carrier?" He asks.

"She is." Maverick answers. "How fast do you think we can get the Dagger Squad to Norfolk? They are the only people I trust for this mission I'm about to send them on." Bradley says.

"I made some calls. They were stationed there last week. Just in case." Maverick tells him.

"Thank you, Mav." Bradley says before calling for Dante.

"Dante, I need a secure line set up now. I need you to get me in touch with Captain Natasha Trace on the U.S.S. Bush in Virginia. You need a team of pilots. I'll get you the best damn team in the entire world." Bradley says.

"Sir, with all do respect, how do you know that they are the best?" Dante asks him.

"Because they aren't just any old team of fighter pilots, Dante. They are my team."

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[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller Part 7: Oliver's Neighbors

Masterlist

September 1925

TW: Imprisonment, mind control, restraints, drugging

"...And I've been working in shades of blue a lot lately. I haven't sold much, but I like the pieces. My mentor says that's what counts."

"I agree."

"The bill collectors don't," she said.

Oliver had been chatting to Emily about her life in the hopes of taking both of their minds off of the impending dread. The vampire guards patrolling the halls didn't seem to care if they talked. It was a small comfort to speak of their lives as something they were going to get back to. 

There was a small commotion down the hall that had him tensing up and snapping back to the reality of their situation. The noises didn't seem to be noises of distress, though. 

"I think it's just dinner," said Emily. "I hope."

"Is the food safe?" The thought of eating a vampire's cooking... although he supposed it might not be the vampires themselves cooking.

"I think so. I've been eating it, and I haven't been sick. It even tastes pretty good, and there's a lot. But if it's been laced with something... who knows? I figure it can't get any worse."

"I suppose not." 

A metal cart laden with meals came into view. The woman pushing it along had a strangely cheerful look on her face, given the surroundings, and was putting a tray into each prisoner's cell. The slightly off look in her eyes made Oliver guess she was likely another human slave. 

When she delivered Oliver's food, he tried to get her attention. "Thank you."

"You're welcome!" she said, not slowing down.

"Wait, can I ask you a question?" he called after her. 

She turned. "Is it about the food?"

"No, I wanted to know -- are you human?"

"I'm a thrall of the auction house!" she replied, just as the man had earlier. At least she was able to talk to Oliver. "I have to finish delivering food! Hope you enjoy!" She scurried to the next cell, clearly not wanting to discuss anything further.

Oliver looked down at the tray of food. There was a large bowl of chicken and rice, a glass of juice, and a cookie, and it smelled delicious. He was half-expecting the vampires to feed them all plain gruel, so this was a welcome surprise. He wasn't expecting to have any kind of appetite after all of that, but his stomach had other ideas, growling with demand.

Emily had said it was safe, and he could hear her picking up her food to eat, so he might as well.

He greedily devoured his dinner in what felt like seconds. There wasn't anything particularly special about the food, and it was about the quality one might expect in a decent cafeteria, but it would suffice. And it really was a large portion. 

Why bother feeding them so well? The only thing he could think of was that keeping them well-fed would make them a more attractive prospect to vampire buyers. Healthy humans were probably more appealing meals. He pushed that distasteful notion aside, lest he regret eating at all.

"How was yours?" said Emily.

"Not bad," he said, declining to share his latest thought with her. Before he could resume their conversation, Cecily and the thrall who had escorted Oliver earlier came down the hall with a larger man in tow. He didn't just have handcuffs and a leash but also ankle restraints, and he was being dragged by the vampire, hardly able to stand upright. He watched as Cecily practically tossed him into the cell.

He must have tried fighting back enough that they restrained and drugged him. Oliver felt a little better about his decision not to. If that's what they did to a much larger man...

Cecily rattled off the rules, and the man softly groaned as a reply. As soon as she had finished and walked away, Oliver went to the other side of his cell.

"Are you okay? What's your name?"

"I'm Joe," he said. "Wha... wha's happening...?"

"Did they drug you, Joe?"

"Mmm, think so. I don't... don't wanna be here..."

"I know," he said, unable to reassure Joe any more than he had Emily. "Listen, you should probably sleep that off."

"...I wanna go home..."

"Yeah, so do I." 

What would happen to his home now? Would it belong to the vampire who purchased him? Would the bookshop that had been passed down from his father fall to ruin and be condemned, unfeeling workers demolishing it and not understanding its worth? All those years curating the shelves, tracking down fine and rare and unusual books for loyal patrons, was it all for nothing, now? No longer able to take pride in his life's work, only valued for his blood?

Would anyone care what had happened to him? Or was he simply a washed-up failure, meeting a fitting end? He'd never be able to make even the small connections he did with customers looking for the perfect book -- never again dream of friendship or love, doomed to a lonely existence chained in some vampire's basement.

"Oliver? What's your new neighbor like?" Emily called, piercing his spiral of despair.

"His name's Joe. They drugged him, and I think he passed out." Oliver knocked softly on the wall bordering Joe's cell. "Joe? Are you awake?"

There was no answer, which he hoped meant that Joe had fallen asleep and not something worse.

"Say, Emily, can I ask a somewhat awkward question?" he said, his recent musings reminding him of something he was curious about.

"Go on. I'm a captive audience, after all."

"Did the vampires tell you that your blood was especially valuable?"

"No. Actually, one told me my blood was very common. I figured she was just trying to get under my skin. I mean, is there actually a difference between blood?" she asked. "Why, what did they tell you?"

"Both the vampire who kidnapped me and the vampire who, uh, processed me told me that my blood was extremely valuable and delicious."

"Really? That's strange. ...Do you think that's good or bad?"

"You'd think it'd be bad, right? That they're so eager to drink my blood?"

"Maybe. But if you're valuable, maybe they'll treat you better."

What would that even mean, being treated better? Would he be more than a glorified, hypnotized blood bag? "Maybe. I hope they treat you well, too, though."

"Maybe I should hope that they kill me fast so that I don't suffer. But the truth is I don't actually want to die. Even if I have to live like that... I don't want to die."

"I don't want to die, either," he said. "As long as there's life, there's hope. We could escape. We could be rescued. As long as we're alive..."

"Right, as long as we're alive."

The lights snapped off above them, and the windowless prison was plunged into total darkness without warning. Oliver could hear people fumbling around in their cells.

"Quiet hour," Emily whispered. "We'd better stop talking. I'll talk to you in the morning, okay?"

"Yes, we'll talk in the morning."

The thought of sleeping in a place like this filled him with dread, but he knew he needed to get some rest when he could, and with the enforced dark and quiet, there was no better time for it. Oliver didn't have any pajamas to change into and was already sitting on top of the cot, so he laid down and pulled the sheets over himself, resting his head on the pillow. The cot was comfortable enough.

Without any distractions, his thoughts drifted towards home, the setting sun streaming through the window of his bookshop. His heart ached. Just hours before, his whole life had stretched before him. If only he had known how precious each day was...! 

If he had closed down shop immediately, would it have made a difference?

Alexander had tried to warn him. Alexander was one of them all along. Frequenting his shop, observing him. Had he played a role in this? But if he had, why warn him? He knew about the auction -- did he also purchase and drink from humans? He must. Yet it was impossible to reconcile the image of the gentle man who loved books with the image of a bloodthirsty vampire ripping into someone's neck.

That's what was going to happen to him, after all of this. A vampire would dig into his neck and drink deep of his blood. And if he survived it... Cecily had said that many vampires keep their thralls long term, and if he was such a valuable commodity, he'd be kept alive to serve as a meal indefinitely.

There was no comfort to be had here. This entire auction house was clearly a well-oiled machine, something that had run for ages. Escape was unlikely, rescue was unlikely. He and Emily and Joe and everyone in these cells would be sold and preyed upon.

He curled up, exhausted, but it was a long time before his racing mind allowed him to sleep.

Part Six >> Masterlist >> Part Eight

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hi!! I have a request for you! Could you do number 16 and 4? With Severus's partner saying those lines to him. Context and Severus's partner is up to you! I'm just looking for someone being a tad bit rough/dominant/pushy with Severus, and then offering him some soft aftercare afterwards. Thank you!! 😊😊

Heyyy anon! Thanks for the request! I can absolutely do that! So a sub!severus esque with aftercare? This should be fun! I’m thinking a book 7 timeline. When Charity Burbage is killed in front of Severus. Where Severus fucks up and his partner punishes him...? But goes maybe a bit too far, so she’s extra gentle in the aftercare? 

Glossy Eyes~ sub!Severus Snape xFem Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, sub!severus, handcuffs, toys, sex, riding, angst, smut, yelling, heartbreaking severus, just lots of NSFW

1200 Words

Prompts #4. “Hey, Hey. Are you alright? Hey, everything’s going to to be okay. Here, Come here.” & #16. “I don’t give two fucks. Strip.”

Key words: rough/dominant/pushy & soft aftercare afterwards

Enjoy (:

“I can’t believe you!” you reprimanded Severus as he came back to Spinners End from Malfoy Manor. 

“I didn’t have a choice.” Severus huffed. 

“Didn’t have a choice?!” your voice began to raise, “You watched our collegue and friend die!! What the fuck, Severus?!”

He couldn’t look at you. He was so ashamed.

You were completely right. He should have done something. 

“What could I have done?!” he raised his voice back, “Just tell them to stop and kill me as well?!!”

At this, tears started to swell in your eyes.

You two stood in the living room in silence for a minute before you meekly yet sternly spoke, “What if that had been me? What if they caught me, Sev?? What would you have done then??” your voice quivered.

He didn’t have a response for you.

You were completely right. He had messed up. A lot. And you still loved him through it. 

“I’m sorry.” was all he managed in a gruff, yelled out voice.

You looked at him. He was disheveled. He wasn’t doing well. You could tell. But at that moment you didn’t give two fucks, this man needed to be taught a lesson.

A slight smirk grew on your lips as you figured out a plan. You put your stern and dominating face back on and looked Severus right in the eyes. 

“Strip.” was all you said. 

“Excuse me?” he said, genuinely shook that the conversation had taken such a turn. 

“You heard me.” you threateningly stated.

Severus huffed and rolled his eyes, “I’m not just gonna strip in the living room, anyone could see us.” 

“I don’t give two fucks. Strip.” you blankly stated. 

Severus was certainly not one to be ordered around, but your pushiness and demanding nature always made him hard as fuck. And he could already feel his trousers tightening. 

“Fuck. Ok.” was all he said, as he took off his robes, then his shirt, and finally stripping all the way down to his boxers.

You chuckled at his painfully obvious hard erection, “Is that what you want? Want me to punish you for such a reckless, stupid action? How rough do you think I need to be for you to learn your lesson, Sev?” you tauntingly demanded.

Severus groaned which turned into a moan of a whisper, “So rough, God please, be so rough...”

At that, you palmed his rock hard dick through his trousers and whispered into his ear, “Then get your arse out of these boxers and yourself onto the bed.” you continued in a play to exert your dominance, “and while your at it, handcuff yourself to the bedposts.”

He groaned again and basically ran into the bedroom. 

When you entered the bedroom, you decided two things:

One, you were gonna keep your clothes on while you fucked him senseless, and two, that he was gonna be begging your name over and over all night.

The sight when you walked in the bedroom was gorgeous. Severus had his hands cuffed to the bed posts and he was fully naked. 

“I would call you a good boy for listening, but you’ve been such bad boy that you don’t deserve that” you snarled, and Severus pupils only dilated even more.

You got onto the bed and swung yourself so that you were straddling him. 

“God, you look so helpless and desperate” you lustfully spat.

All Severus could do was whimper and buck his hips at you in neediness. 

“Ohhh, is that what you want?” you mockingly asked.

He nodded desperately. 

“Words, whore.” you demanded. 

“Yes, GOD YES, pleeeease...” he begged.

You moved up to his ear and threateningly purred, “Alright Sev, I’ll fuck you.”

You could see his relief in you not teasing him for hours on end like other times.

But you continued, “I’m not finished, dear. I’ll fuck you alright. I’ll fuck you so hard that YOU will be the one not walking tomorrow, until your begging me to stop, until your pouring your heart for me” you purred with a devilish smirk on your face.

Severus face clearly said one thing:

Oh Fuck... 

You chuckled at his reaction, and without warning you had moved your knickers to the side and rammed yourself onto his hard, pre-cumming dick.

That caused Severus to almost howl. And that only spurred you on more. You could tell that having his hands cuffed was driving him crazy. He just squirmed in pleasure and powerlessness, as you rode him hard.

All sorts of curses fell from his pretty lips, and you could tell he was about to cum. 

“Please... please...” Severus whimpered, as you bounced on his cock in a merciless, pounding rhythm. 

“No.” you lustfully jeered, “Only good boys get to cum.”

He mewled, as you continued to thrust him into you at a blinding pace. You came three full times before you even considered letting Severus cum.

And he was a mess.

A babbling mess. 

“Does my whore wanna cum in my pussy?” you taunted.

Severus couldn’t do anything but just nod, he was so overstimulated. 

“Go ahead, you’ve been a good boy long enough” you let him off then.

And as you rode him out, he came, spurting ropes of cum into your pussy, coating your walls. And he howled your name in pleasure. 

After a minute, you got off him, but he looked off. Hurt almost. 

“Sev?  Are you alright?” you concerningly said.

He just started to whimper and tears started to form in his eyes. You immediately felt bad.

Had you gone too far?

You quickly uncuffed his hands and grabbed the blanket. 

“Hey, Hey. Are you alright? Hey, everything’s going to to be okay. Here, Come here.”

You opened your arms and he hesitantly came into your embrace and you wrapped him in the blanket. 

“I’m so sorry.” you pleaded with him.

He said nothing. 

“Let’s take a bath, yea?” you offered, regret lacing your voice for how far you had made Severus go.

He just nodded.

You got up, took off your clothes, and drew a bath. You went back to the bedroom to find Severus silently crying.

This also brought you to tears, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Sev...” you rambled as you brought him to the bath.

You cradled him in the bath for a while, deeply concerned and continuously apologizing.

At one point Severus softly spoke, “No, I’m sorry. You were right.”

He had interrupted your tunneling apologies, and you just looked at him. 

“You did nothing wrong, my love” he continued, “I messed up, I’m sorry.”

You just looked at him, sorrow and love filling your heart at the same time. Then he kissed you. It was very light and hesitant, but you helped it along.

Then, you both spent a good time in the bath, just in each others presence.

Suddenly Severus choked out, “I’m so glad it wasn’t you,”

You meet his glossy eyes, “Me too.” and kissing him again, but deeper and with more passion and understanding, your tears mixing into each other. 

[bellarkeselection]

Hi! Could you do a Cassian x reader please? Something where reader is taken and Cassian rescues her and a crap ton of fluff ensues? Thank you ☺️

It's my first time writing for him so I hope it's okay

He'll Always Rescue Me

Stormtroopers shoved me down into the muddy ground where I grunted on impact. I was sent by the Rebellion to gather information about the weapon system the Empire was working on. It's supposed to be a space station with the power to blow up entire planets with one shot. But stormtroopers managed to capture me before I could get back to the ship with my boyfriend Cassian. "Tell us where the rebels base, is rebel scum." A stormtrooper demanded as a gun is aimed straight at my head. I croaked out lifting myself up on my hands. "I'll tell you...it's." The stormtrooper leans down but I spit in his face where he hits me in the head with the end of his gun.

"Why you little - oh!" The stormtrooper falls to the ground getting shot in the back by a red bullet from a blaster. Searching around me the other two stormtroopers aimed their weapons around frantically until one gets shot right after the other. One of them fell right by me so I crawl on my knees grabbing the handcuffs key off his belt. Struggling but finally managing to unlock the cuffs from around my wrists. "Y/n!" Someone called my name running quickly where they threw up some rocks when they stopped in front of me. "Who are you?" I asked reaching for the gun in my holster. The figure pulled down their hood revealing the face of my boyfriend, Cassian Andor. I smiled jumping to my feet hugging him and he hugs me back when I mumbled into the fur hoodie. "Thank you...I thought they we're going to kill me."

Cassian buried his face in my hair taking in the moment of you still in his arms. The general had told him to stay on the ship. That only one of you needed to go and you volunteered without a second to waste. "I should have just followed you in the first place. It's a good thing I decided to disobey orders this time." He spoke slightly pulling away from the hug, enough where he could still keep his hands on my waist. Resting my hands on his shoulders I sighed shaking my head. "Ever since you've met you haven't followed a single order. Someday the council may think I'm a bad influence on you, Captain Andor." He started walking back towards the ship, an arm draped over my shoulder. Both our freehands on the guns attached to our hips. "Oh I'd never let them say that about you, Y/n. You're my right hand gal after all. Wherever you go, I will too."

Comments really appreciated 😊

[larrysballetslippers]

Have H or L ever tolked abt bdsm ??? I’m genuinely confused, no hate … (I’m not exactly new to the fandom, but I don’t know a lot of the stuff 😅) I hope this ask did not make u uncomfortable 😊 sorry if it did

This is called edging.

Hey sweetie, sorry for the late reply, I had to gather some stuff. Also, it doesn't make me uncomfortable at all, it's very interesting. To answer your question, ummm yeah kinda yes. Well, it's a very vague thing. I will link you some stuff, but it's not the complete thing and also my interpretation. Make up your own mind.

To start off, most of this is Harry, because he apparently has a thing for showing off to the public about his sex life, sorry Louis No Control is a little too vanilla.

Louis has talked about BDSM in two or three interviews. But it was, like all of his interviews, completely unbelievable. In this interview(9:45), the interviewer asks if he likes kinky stuff and he basically just denies it, like he doesn't even know what it is. But then you have this interview where Louis probably does have a clue. "Being used" yes yes.

I would say Louis has very dominant energy. "Always the boss." "Anything to add, Harry?" "What else, Harry?" "He told me he was intrigued." Sorry, that's just me, my interpretation, just ignore me. Louis' dominance isn't only with Harry, Louis is just a very... interesting friend. Like he's you know edging Niall, get it... okay moving on.

Harry on the other hand is... a little bit more open. From saying he has been in handcuffs to actually wearing a proper BDSM collar in a photoshoot. He might even have a day collar, even before the blue one. That's a collar so people in your "normal" life don't need to know about your other lifestyle, not that Harry minds. Also his SSC tattoo. Sorry, see the handcuffs... Just for the image I'm trying to show.

Calling people daddy in the most sub way. The chains incident. The other chains and whips incident lately. His SNL skit. Last night... the edging part just hmmm. Going on his knees a lot. Stockholm Syndrome and the beautiful analysis by @bluewinnerangel. Also this beautiful analysis by @swimmingleo . The whole Medicine song.

Larry together is just omfg. Harry is Louis' baby, we know that. We have this handcuffs incident. This interview bit thingy, like nah. They have a thing for... public affection... okay. How they stand or sit, it doesn't really say anything particular, but the way they present themselves is very important. Louis stands wide, demanding space. Harry is always very tiny, taking up as little space as possible.

The thing with BDSM, it's not about chains and whips. It's about power exchange, between two or more people. Because you're new to it I'm not really going to plant any ideas in your head, you have to see for yourself. If you think it's not the case, fine great. I just feel a certain vibe they both give off that just very dom/sub relationship. I know this is a very taboo subject, but why should it be? It's just another part of someone's 'relationship and it's nothing bad or disgusting. Anyway, I hope you had a great time seeing all this stuff.

If you have any other questions, please send them to @fookinlittleshits. This blog isn't supposed to be so serious and I have minor mutuals, so I like to keep it a little clean. There I can talk about anything you want :)

Also thanks @bottomharrykingdom for all the great content. It was much easier to find.

[trekscribbles]

Triple Threat: A Stones Triplet Fic

Fandoms: Leverage/Leverage Redemption, Librarians, and Almost Paradise Cross-Posted: Ao3 and FF Summary: So I shared some ideas about this fic here, not intending to actually write it. And then people asked for it and I have zero self control, so here you go!

A simple smuggling case. That was all this was supposed to be—just a smuggler looking to set up shop on the island, some place where he'd be able to store and ferry goods to the United States without attracting too much attention. Kai expected to wrap up the case in a couple of days, without Alex's help.

Of course it never works out that way.

She's used to Alex interfering with her cases, but she didn't even tell him about this one. So how did he end up with the smuggler she was supposed to be meeting, and why doesn't the seem to know her?

Or: Eliot and Jake are both in the Philippines for separate jobs that turn out to be related. Kai takes the existence of Alex's brothers as a personal attack on her mental health. Ernesto happily goes along for the ride.

Chapter One: Déjà Vu

A simple smuggling case. That was all this was supposed to be—just a smuggler looking to set up shop on the island, some place where he'd be able to store and ferry goods to the United States without attracting too much attention. Ocampo hadn't even asked Alex for help, even though they suspected drugs were involved. "We need more information," Ocampo told Kai. "Just meet with him and see what you can find out." No need to involve the most annoying man on the island.

Kai didn't tell Alex about any of it. It was only the third time Ocampo trusted her to go undercover, and though she wasn't above using Alex's help when it was necessary, this was something she could handle on her own. Ernesto would be monitoring the meeting from nearby, ready to come to her aid, but she was confident in her skills. It was a simple case. She could handle it.

She made contact with the smuggler, telling him she could get a cargo plane for his use and ensure the attention of the authorities was elsewhere when he was ready to load it. The meeting had gone well, well enough that he asked her to join him in his hotel room the following day to hash out the details. Ocampo had been thrilled, and she'd gotten the proud grin from Ernesto that always made her feel like she could take on the world. "Wrap this up, Detective," Ocampo said, already planning the press release for the end of the case. One more meeting, and it would all be over. A swift ending to a simple case.

The next morning she found the hotel fifteen minutes before their appointed time and knocked on door 211, letting herself in when a voice yelled, "We're on the balcony." The we made her nervous, but she told herself it didn't matter. Once she found out what the cargo was, she'd have enough to arrest him.

But then she walked onto the balcony and found her contact raising a toast to Alex Walker, and it took all of her self-control not to break character and strangle him right there.

The smuggler stood up with a grin. "Ah, Ms. Navarro," he said, motioning for her to be seated next to Alex. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"No," she choked out. "Thank you."

He shrugged and swept his hand toward Alex. "This is my American contact, Marc Rosen. Mr. Rosen, my associate Nicole Navarro."

Alex gave her a polite smile, and his eyes seemed to laugh at her.

"Mr. Flores," she said tersely. "I thought we'd agreed to keep this meeting between us."

Robert Flores shrugged and again gestured to the chair beside Alex. "I assure you, Mr. Rosen is essential to this operation. He has already arranged a buyer in the United States. All we need from you, Ms. Navarro, is to follow through on your promise with the planes."

Kai sat, forcing her tensed shoulders to relax. "The flight is already secured," she said. "But I need to know what it is I'll be transporting."

Flores smiled. "All in good time."

"Time is the problem," Kai said. "We only have three days before the plane is scheduled to depart, with or without your cargo. I can't prepare properly until I know what we'll be loading."

"I will take care of that. Three days is plenty of time."

"Then... once you've made your payment, I will tell you where to bring your cargo." She managed this with only a single glance (not a glare) at Alex, who had returned his attention to Flores. A sand-colored fedora was pulled low over Alex's eyes, shading a face that seemed paler than usual. In an instant her irritation turned to worry. Did he know Flores from his time as a DEA agent? Had he arranged the meeting, or had Flores contacted him?

Why couldn't he just tell her before he did stupid things like this?

"I am glad to hear it," Flores said. He was still standing, and Kai bristled at the imbalance—he towered over them in a position of power while they literally sat in his shadow. "Mr. Rosen was just telling me that his buyer is anxious to get his hands on this shipment."

Alex huffed a nervous laugh. "Well, you know how it is when the guy in the big office wants something. Patience ain't exactly a virtue for my boss."

"Luckily for you, I have what he needs," Flores said, lifting his glass with a chuckle.

"Is that Alex?" Ernesto asked through her earbud. "What's he doing there?"

Kai chanced another glance at him, wishing she could reach over and wring the answer from his throat. His body language was all wrong. His shoulders were drawn in, the fingers of his left hand fidgeting against his palm. His voice had been different too—almost hesitant, self-depreciating. Usually Alex played a loud character, brash and confident, always pushing to keep his mark off-balance. This... this was just another pencil-pusher running an errand for his boss. Insignificant. Overlookable.

And it was working. A hard, greedy glint flashed in Flores's eye as he swallowed the rest of his drink, his gaze lingering on the trembling glass in Alex's hand. "Well," he grinned. "There is much to be done. Wait here. Your payment is in my adjoining room." He set his glass down on the balcony railing and strode into the hotel room. Kai watched him go, but as soon as the door closed she rounded on Alex.

"I'm going to give you ten seconds to explain yourself."

He blinked at her. "What?"

"Why are you here? Did Ocampo tell you about the case? Did Flores contact you?"

"Did—what? Why would—?"

"Or do you just like messing with my life? Because I swear, Alex, when this is over I'm—"

The hallway door opened before she could finish, and two men in black jackets entered the room. Neither of them was Flores. "Your payment," one said, holding out an envelope.

"Oh... thank you." She stood and entered the room, aware of Alex trailing behind her. He stepped to her left, covering her weak side as she reached out for the payment.

But the second her fingers brushed the envelope, Alex flashed past her to strike the back of the man's outstretched elbow. He screamed, staggering, and Alex pulled him away from Kai and hurled him toward the wall. The other man lunged into the room, but Alex met him with a neat punch to the jaw. He dodged a swing and caught the man's wrist, bashing his elbow into the side of his face. The first man had regained his balance by then, steadying himself against the wall before squaring himself to the fight.

That was when Kai reached him. His attention was on Alex, so it was easy for her to get close and grab his forearm. She drove her knee into the man's stomach, using the momentum of his fall to throw him to the ground. She turned as Alex ducked another jab and slammed his fist into his opponent's cheek. The man dropped, sprawling at Alex's feet and lying motionless.

"What the hell was that?" Kai demanded, stomping down on her man's back to keep him on the floor.

"Kai?" Ernesto said in her ear. "Everything okay?"

Alex knelt to pick up the envelope. "They were gonna kill us."

"He was handing over the payment!"

He tilted his hand so she could see inside the empty envelope. "Flores knew you were coming," he said, running his hands over his fallen opponent's waist and producing a long serrated knife. "He should have had the payment ready."

Damn it—she hated when he was right.

"He must have guessed you're a cop," Alex went on, taking off his hat and dragging a hand through his hair. "Probably one of your first undercover assignments? You know what you're doing, I'll give you that, but you pushed too hard for the cargo. You have to let the mark think he's in control."

"What are you...?" Kai started, but she trailed off when Alex put his hand down. Freed from the hat, his hair fell over his forehead and down around his ears, long enough to brush his shoulders. "Are you wearing a wig?"

"Am—am I—?" he sputtered. "Look, I don't know who you think I am, but—" He broke off, eyes widening. "Wait, you called me Alex before. Alex Stone?"

All at once, her vision seemed to shift. The man before her had Alex's face, but now that she looked closer, she could see a handful of inconsistencies. A scar over his eyebrow that hadn't been there before, a leanness about his jaw, a shadow she'd never seen in his eyes. Ernesto kept talking through the earbud, but she was only half-listening.

She stared into the face of her friend, and a stranger looked back.

The door burst open, breaking the tension that had paralyzed the room and tearing Not Alex's attention from her. Ernesto came in with his gun drawn, not quite pointing at the imposter, but not aimed at the men who'd attacked them either.

"Your partner?" asked Not Alex. His voice was calm, but so gruff she could barely understand it. She motioned for Ernesto to put his gun away. He swept a shrewd look over her, checking for injuries, and then knelt beside her man on the floor and pulled a pair of handcuffs off his belt.

The imposter cleared his throat. "Do you know Alex Stone?"

For a moment Kai considered lying, but the sharpness in Not Alex's eyes had softened. The look he gave her wasn't quite pleading, but it was clearly a request. She heard the please in his eyes as clearly as if he'd said it out loud.

So, in a voice that sounded more confident than she felt, she answered, "Alex Walker."

A snort of laughter blew through the imposter's nose. "Walker? He could have picked anything, and he went with Walker? At least I used a family name."

"No," Ernesto said to himself, shooting Kai with a look that somehow contained astonishment, delight, and trepidation all at once.

Kai echoed the denial in her head. This couldn't be happening.

"My name is Eliot," the other man said.

Don't say it. Don't—

"I'm Alex's brother."

No. No no no no no.

There were two of them.

[prettybea]

Chapter 1

Alexandra Trese's pov

Manila, a common place in the Philippines where they welcomes you with a smile and warm in the sun, when the sun sets it take a turn to a dark alley and you might find yourself as prey kidnappers and thieves were the only least things that you should worry beware the ones that craved your blood of your soul. They can't be bound by handcuffs. My father used to say 'leave the shadows be, light will be there to maintain the balance'. Night has taken the city, the shadows have grown darker. Treaty that kept the humans safe from the supernatural underworld has began to unravel. Good people keep trying to fight back but the dark forces are getting stronger. There is no light to keep the shadows in check. There is only me

I went home in the Diabolical which was my house and a nightclub but it is also a place where me and the other tribes discuss the matter. I just finished my case and I was dismissed for the night. Hank, our driver, our friend, and the bartender of the Diabolical took us home as we grown tired but for me I felt a little tired due to the tense of the case that I took

"Are you tired, Alexandra? " Hank asked, I could tell the concern of his voice because he could see that I felt a little tired but a part of me wanted to stay awake while the twins, Crispin and Basilio were asleep right next to me. I answered:

"I'm okay, Hank. I feel a little tired so... don't worry about me " I smiled at him as I want to reassure him that I'm fine and I don't assistance

We arrived in the Diabolical, Hank parked his car while I woke the twins from there sleep. The four of us went inside of the Diabolical, Crispin let out a yawn as Basilio stretched his limbs as we are walking then Crispin ask:

"Hey Bossing, can we tell to Captain Gerrero that we deserve a day-off? " He asked, Basilio then join in and said:

"Yeah, we really deserve a break after all those kicking those creatures asses "

"You go take a day-off, I'll handle the rest of the case myself " I replied, I was born to protect the people here in the Philippines. I know that hunting creatures is a very bad habit but I just can't help it the more I think about it, the more I think that I fear that I might lose someone. Hank pulled out his keys in his pockets as he unlock the locks of the door. He let us inside of the house, I turn on the lights and found...a man sitting in a chair

Crispin and Basilio wore there masks as they let out there guns. Hank did the same while I grab the dagger that has the soul of my twin sister. When we are ready to strike, the man spoke

"Please, put down those weapons. You don't want to disturb everyone's sleep now, do we? " The man's voice has a British accent. He has a well combed black hair, a dark blue suit, a black tie, black shoes, and he has brown eyes. His eyes were not focused on the twins or Hank but rather...me

"What do you want? " I ask in a demanding voice, he is trespassing my territory in the middle of the night and in my house. The man let a sigh as he stood up brush off the dust from his suit as he answered:

"I wanted to talk with you, Ms. Trese " This brought our attention. How did he know me? Did he stalk me? Did he follow me? There are so many questions in my head as I wanted to ask but maybe a little bit of explanation from this man might help

"Can't you see that Bossing is very tired from our finished case. Why don't we discussed about this tomorrow morning? " Hank said as he wanted to shoot the man already but the man replied very quickly after he said that

"I can't. The world is in danger and I want to talk to her " Hank is getting furious about this as he was ready to shoot him but I stopped him as I ask the man

"Wait. The world is in danger? Why? " I ask feeling with curiosity. The man pulled out a manila envelope as he toss through me, luckily I caught it as it almost makes it to the floor

I opened the manila envelope to reveal a pictures of cultist that were wearing weird looking robes that resembles a monk. Monks were least known to the Philippines so I'm having a hard time to find out if they are really a monk. The next picture is a creature that looks like an imp, they are naked with red skin, a horn, a tail, and a black pants. The picture was describe of them eating an animal in the forest there were four of them. The last picture is a symbol, a symbol of a cross but it was upside down. It was carved in a wooden wall as I was examining the picture, the man speaks

"That's the only evidence what we have, terribly sorry for the lack of evidence, detective. This pictures have been occuring for 2 years, at first it was a least attack but as the days go on as weeks, months, and even years have passed it gone worse "

"Why are you showing this to me now? " I ask, the man just simply answered

"It's supernatural. Your a Paranormal Investigator, you have the knowledge of the supernatural so...this might be a new case for you but...you are not alone as I assembled a team where you and your team will be the one who will put to an end to this. I fear that this might bring the end of the world and I'm putting you as the leader of the group " the man then gave me a manila envelope to show the pictures of my team. First, it was a man with long black hair who were a hat, he wore a some sort of a hunter clothing with gadgets in his hand. Second, was a man who had a pale face, he had red eyes, a black mustache and goatee, a black long hair, and he was wearing a medieval era clothing. Third, is a man who had curly black hair that was on his neck, a round eyeglasses, he wore a white shirt, black waistcoat, black pants, black shoes, he has blue eyes, and black overcoat that looks like mine but considered as different. His expression shows an emotionless look. Forth, is a man with long black hair, he has red eyes, a black top hat, a black overcoat, his white sleeves were rolled up to reveal his muscular black arms with pointy fingers, he wore a black pants, and black shoes. His expression has an evil grin with a revealing of sharp teeth. Fifth, is a man who has green skin but I can tell that he wasn't human because I could see the stitches in his, he has black long hair, yellow eyes, and he wearing ragged clothing. Sixth, is a man who has no lower jaw, he has a skull for a head, magenta hair, he wore a suit and magenta tie, he was clearly a skeleton, and he has a yellow heart locket on his chest. The seventh is a man who is covered with bandages, he has goggles, he wore a white shirt, black waistcoat, black pants, black shoes, he wore white gloves. The eighth is a man who's expression seems afraid, he has black hair with white streaks on his hair, he wore a brown jacket, grey turtleneck, black pants, green eyes, and brown boots. The last one is a man who has black messy hair, white shirt, blue waistcoat, blue pants, yellow eyes, and black shoes.

"Is this the team that Bossing is going to work with? " Crispin ask, I didn't know that the boys looked into the file while I was reading it. There names...I couldn't believe that they are real all along. I thought they are just stories from classic literature and fables but then again...all those mythical creatures that we fought is also not real from the human world. The man then answered Crispin's question

"Indeed, it took me a lot of time to decide which of the team that I should be adding but while I was having a vacation here on the Philippines my eyes landed on you "

"Why me? " I ask then the man answered

"I saw you fought that God of War and you impress me, Ms. Trese. Time is getting thin now as we have so many reports of this imps so my question is...are you joining? "

There was silence all around us, until I finally answered

"Yes, count me in "

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Dr. Jekyll's pov

It was Friday in the afternoon, I just finished healing a child's wound that was on her knees that she tripped and fell so her mother called me but that's already taken care of good thing it was a minor injury

I've lived in Mayfair, London streets for generations. Yes, I'm immortal but during those years I still remembered so vividly when the USSR took me and place me in the KGB to be like them, like a soldier. They didn't used me as a weapon as well...Hyde was involved as well. He's no longer a dwarf that roam around the streets anymore...he has grown up into a man who at it's 7 feet and 9 inches tall while my height is at 6 feet tall. After World War 2, I was taken yet another agency called CIA in America, they were planning to kill me but they change there minds and went to train me but instead being abused like the KGB did I was treated nicely by my comrades and then I went on to another spy organization which I still have the knowledge to fight back and used weapons

Hyde on the other hand, he has becoming an ass in my opinion. His features sure did changed over the year. He has long black hair, sharp teeth, red eyes, black arms which had gone infected me as well, and muscular body that at any rate his going to ripped my clothing apart like a straightjacket

I was just packing my clinical items until I heard a knock on the door. I look at the time to see that it was 4:08 PM

'Someone's at the door ' Hyde said in the mirror. The knock continue as I yell

"Just a moment " As Is said that the knocking stops. I glance a little to see Hyde grinned mischievous as he said:

'Oh, this is going to be so much fun ' This makes me groan a little as I answered

"Shut up, Hyde. I will make sure that you won't be able to take over me " I said as I grab a cloth and then tossed it at the mirror. I exit the room as I went downstairs, I opened the door and found a...woman

The woman has shot hair, she wore all black like her overcoat, her shoes, and her pants. She has brown eyes. She looked at me for a second and ask:

"Are you Dr. Henry Jekyll? " She asked, her accent is somewhat of an Asian accent but she still keeps it more perfectly in American accent. I noded my head as a confirmation and then she asked:

"Could you please let me in for today. I could feel that it about to rain or... something like that " We looked up to find some clouds that was covering the sun. I let her in of course

"You could take out of her coat, miss "

"No need, I'd like it to wear it " She said, she looked around the house to see how beautiful it was while I, on the other hand went to the kitchen to prepare some tea for the two of us

I went to the kitchen to prepare some tea but... looking at the woman again it seems I needed to ask her about her drink. I went out of the kitchen to find her sitting on the arm chair, she was looking at the fire I went towards her as I ask:

"Miss, do you want some tea? " Her head turn to me as she looks at me, she then answered

"Um...I prefer coffee if that's fine...I'm not a tea person " I noded my head, as I went back to the kitchen to make some coffee for the woman and tea for mine.

Trese's pov

I arrived at Dr. Jekyll's, I look around his house in complete surprised. I read the book and I read his files that he is doctor but he has an evil alter ego named Edward Hyde better known as Mr. Hyde back in victorian era. He asked if I want some coffee which I answered a coffee. I haven't had any sleep during the flight so I really need a coffee to boost my energy

Dr. Jekyll went back with a cup of coffee and a cup of tea, I guess that the tea is from him. He placed the tray on the table that was infront of me, I gently grab the cup of coffee as I take a sip of it same thing to Dr. Jekyll after I take a sip the doctor ask

"Why are you here? " He ask, we placed our cups on the table at the same time

"I came here for your help "

"What 'help' Alexandra? " When he said my first name I immediately stood up from my seat in shock that he knows his name. Could it be the man I met back at the Diabolical went here first? Did he gave him the manila envelope about the files of the situations? I have so many questions in my head that I saw Dr. Jekyll look up at me as he placed his hand in surrender as he explained

"The man went in my house that morning and told me that there's a threat in our world that might the cause end of it all. He gave me the files about the members and you are included, when you knock on that door I already knew that you've arrived which my prediction is right but I'm sorry to say this but...I should say 'no' because... because... " Before he could continue even more he groan causing him to slam his fist on the table

The slam was so hard that it almost flipped the entire cup and tray good thing I caught it right on time. He looked at me again but this time he was different it wasn't Dr. Jekyll anymore...it was Mr. Hyde. My hands went to my dagger and the gun, there are strands of hair on his face as he pant very deeply. When our eyes landed on each other he smiled as he spoke to a mixed up British and Scottish accent

"Jekyll said 'no' but I said 'yes' "

"So, Hyde. I think the doctor doesn't want to join because- "

"Because he was so afraid to hurt someone tch...pussy " He commented so harshly to the good doctor. I think I won't be so angry or disappointed if he disagree to join. I fixed my composure as I sat back to my chair. I looked into his files on the flight but I found him taking Jekyll's body like possessing it

"Strange, in the files you were different but I could see that you take over Jekyll's body with no transformation "

"Heh, over the year I've improving myself...so I have the ability to control Jekyll's body or transformed into my true form " He explained, I mental note about this but I said demanded him

"Hyde, I need to talk to the doctor. This is his decision "

"This is MY decision as well " he corrected me as he wipe those strands of hair out of his hair as he reminded me

"Remember, me and Jekyll we are in the same page, in the same body, and in the same head "

"Fine, since you said 'yes' I want to hear all about what the doctor has to said " Hyde just rolled his eyes at me as he replied

"So what? "

"I. Need. To. Talk. To. Him. " He is getting on my nerves. He raised both of his hand in surrender as if calming me down. He has no choice but to let the doctor back to his body and talk to me

Hyde closes his eyes for a moment until I heard a gasp, the doctor is back but I noticed that he is breathing very deeply so I quickly run to the kitchen to grab some glass of water. I could hear him coughing as I went back with a glass of water

"Here, drink " I said as I kneel down to his level. The doctor spotted the glass of water, he then snatched it and then drink it. He find his breath and he put the glass to the table. I help him stand up from his feet and then let him sat down to his chair, I went back to my chair as I saw the doctor buried his own face with his black gloves hand as he ask me

"What did you do? "

"What? "

He removed his hands as it reveals his expression is very serious, he knew that he has no memory about what happened but he has his awareness very high, he then repeat his question

"I ask you as to what did you do with Hyde. How in the bloody Hell did you handle him? " He ask but this time his tone is very demanding as he wants to know what really happened. I gulp a little as I answered

"Nothing, he told me that he agrees to join the team while you on the other hand didn't agree because he don't want to hurt anyone, he even commented that you act like...if you forgive the term it's...pussy. The both of you read the manila envelope where it consist of our members of our team and...the man that you encountered this morning. I know some of our members are from literature and fables but we live where humans and the supernatural exist "

"I know that, when I saw Victor's file alongside his creature's file it makes me think that they are going to be involved into this mess but...I still cannot believe that there are famous classic literature exist "

"Wait, you met Victor Frankenstein and his creature? " I ask, completely surprised that he met him. Dr. Jekyll noded his head as he explained

"I met Victor in college in University of Oxford. I met him in Science where he was so obsessed with alchemy and next thing I knew that he started playing God but...he soon drop-out of college "

"What was his reason? " I ask, I was getting more and more interested in this information and story about his relationship with the mad scientist. Dr. Jekyll then answered

"Well...I just found out that he was planning to create a man. That time, I just graduated from college "

"What was he back then? "

"He was arrogant, he called me a 'nerd' because I was stuck with books instead of communicating with my fellow peers. I wonder what he is now? "

"What about his creature? " I ask, Dr. Jekyll stayed silent for a while as he was thinking of a word to describe this creature that Victor Frankenstein created until he open his mouth and explained

"Victor's creature is not that bad actually...he is very nice, he likes flowers for starters... that's... that's actually I'm going to say about him "

"Alright, for my last question: are you going to join us to fight? Or do you want stay in this house and watch the world burn? " I ask, there was silent all over us but the only noise that we could hear is the crackling of the fire until he finally respond

"Fine, I'll join but...do me a favor "

"What is it? "

"Keep an eye on Hyde "

"Fine, I accept "

The two of us stand up from our chairs as we prepared for our things. Dr. Jekyll gave me a pair of gloves because the streets of Mayfair, London is getting pretty chilly. As we are preparing, I explained to him

"Now, this man who came up to us said that we will meet up in this forest called- "

"Bromburg Grove, I know that location is. It's in Mayfair, London. I'll take you there " He explained, he grab his sword as he placed his sword under the disguise of a cane and then he slid it to his belt. He grab his coat and hat as we head outside of the chilly weather in London

We notice the sky is getting darker and cloudy as I commented

"We should be hurry. Time is getting thin "

TO BE CONTINUED

[vinniehackersgoodlittleslut]

Noah Beck [03] Blake Gray [03]

Y/n had been at home all day and Noah finally came back home. Not alone, Blake was right behind him when Noah came through the door, "Y/n." Noah called but she didn't answer.

She didn't know that Blake was with him. She had on a cute set for him when he came in. She got into a position to where her legs were open, ready for him. Noah thought she was asleep but him and Blake wanted to play COD, "Where's your other controller?" Blake asked.

"In my room on the shelf, just go ahead and get it." Noah said setting up his game.

"Is Y/n here?" Blake asked

"I think she's asleep so be quiet, I'll set it up." Noah said with his eyes glued to the screen.

Blake went down the hall to Noah's room. Blake opened the door to see Y/n on the bed, "Blake!" Y/n yelped.

She quickly covered herself, "Where's Noah." Y/n asked.

Blake looked at her as he couldn't believe what he walked in on, "He's uh setting up our game." Blake said looking away and looked straight at the controller.

He went and grabbed it, "Just came for this." Blake said holding up the controller.

He walked out of the room to where Noah was, "Um I think your girlfriend wants you." Blake said to Noah.

"Why would you say that?" Noah asked.

"Because she was waiting for you if you know what I mean," Blake said.

Noah looked at him and started blushing, "What was she doing?" Noah asked but didn't want to hear what he saw.

"Um, I think you should go see for yourself," Blake said.

Noah thought about something for a moment, "You know what she told me she's always wanted?" Noah said.

"What?" Blake asked looking at the screen as the two were playing.

"A threesome," Noah said.

Blake looked at Noah with a smirk, "Really?" Blake questioned.

"Yeah, she told me that it should be with someone we both really trust," Noah said looking at Blake.

"I trust you, she trusts you. Let's do it." Noah said.

Blake's eyes widened, "Are you being dead ass?" Blake questioned.

"Dead ass," Noah said.

"I mean, I'm down." Blake said.

Noah stuck his hand out and Blake took his hand and shook his hand. Noah got up and grabbed a box from the closet in the hall. He opened it and pulled out a vibrator, "I want you to use it on her." Noah said.

Blake licked his lips thinking about using it on her, "Are you sure about this?" Blake asked.

Noah nodded his head.

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"Y/n?" Noah said.

Noah opening the door to see Y/n laying on the bed watching TV. She just looked at him and then went back to watching TV, "You're mad." Noah observed.

"Your friend walked in and saw me half-naked and not you. It took you an hour to get into our room. So you can say that I'm pissed off." Y/n said.

"I have a surprise for you baby," Noah said.

Y/n looked at him, "What's the surprise?" Y/n asked.

"It involves you, handcuffs, and a blindfold," Noah said.

Y/n nodded her head, "Okay." Y/n said.

Noah quickly got the handcuffs on her and the bed frame. He put the blindfold on her as well, "I have one more thing to get." Noah said.

Y/n was still in the same set from earlier, "Noah?" Y/n questioned.

"Yes." Noah said.

Blake was leaning against the door frame looking at her laying there, "I love you." Y/n said.

Blake and Noah exchanged looks smiling at each other, "I love you too princess." Noah said.

"Turn it on." Noah mouthed to Blake.

Blake turned on the vibrator causing Y/n to smile, "You ready baby?" Noah asked.

"Yes." Y/n said.

Noah motioned for him to go. Blake turned it on the lowest setting. He unclipped her bra and held it against her nipples causing them to go hard, "You like that?" Noah questioned.

Y/n nodded her head, "Yes." She said panting.

Blake moved the vibrator from her tits down her stomach teasing above where she needed him the most. She bucked her hips, Blake looked to Noah he shook his head.

"Not yet baby," Noah said.

Blake opened her legs wide. He held it against her leg, he slowly dragged it from her knee cap to her inner thigh, he did the same to her other thigh, "Noah." Y/n whined.

Noah looked at him giving him a look.

"Damn baby your so wet for me," Blake said.

"Blake?" Y/n said closing her legs.

"Now you're so wet right now. Why don't you let me finish you off like a good girl." Blake said placing the vibrator on its highest setting.

Y/n hesitantly opened her legs up again, "Are you okay with this?" Y/n asked Noah.

"I came up with the idea," Noah said.

Blake pressed the vibrator against her clit and her body jolted forward. He chuckled as her body reacted that way, "You looked hot earlier by the way." Blake said.

Y/n wanted the handcuffs off and the blindfold off as well, "Noah take this s-shit off." Y/n demanded.

Noah chuckled at her, he went over and took off the handcuffs. Y/n looked down to see Blake between her legs. Blake put Y/n's legs on his shoulders. He looked up at her and smirked, "Hi Y/n." Blake said.

Blake slid the vibrator in her before diving into her heat. He started sucking on her clit, she grasped onto his hair. He came up for a second only to spit on her clit then went back to sucking her clit. She gripped his hair hard and he groaned, "Fuck." Blake moaned.

Y/n looked over to see Noah in the corner watching them, Blake started thrusting the vibrator in her, "Fuck Blake." Y/n moaned.

"I'm gonna come," Y/n said.

Y/n's legs started shaking as her orgasm came. Blake took out the vibrator as she came. His tongue roamed her slits cleaning up her cum. He stood up and wiped her juices away with the back of his hand. Y/n's chest heaved up and down. Y/n looked over at Noah were was very much turned on, "C'mere." Y/n said.

Y/n stood on her knees on the bed. Noah stood in front of her as she started undoing his belt. Noah looked at Blake then looked at her, "Go ahead, only if it's okay with you though." Noah said looking at his girlfriend.

Y/n nodded to Blake. As soon as Y/n moved Noah's pants and underwear was moved down her mouth was on him. Blake quickly discarded his pants and underwear. He slammed into her causing her to moan on Noah's dick, "Fuck." Blake said.

Noah grabbed a fist full of Y/n's hair pushing himself down her throat more. Blake gripped her hips as he fucked her hard. Y/n was feeling pure bliss.

"S-Shit you feel so good." Blake moaned.

"Yeah she does," Noah muttered.

Blake didn't notice but Y/n already came again. She tapped on Noah's leg and Noah let go of her hair. She switched from her mouth to her hand, "Blake I-I came." Y/n said.

Blake didn't say anything except for moans that were spilling out of his mouth, "I'm almost there I promise." Blake said.

Blake did a couple more thrusts before pulling out and coming on her back. Noah finally came on her face. Y/n laid there panting as well as Blake and Noah, "That shit was hot." Noah said.

Blake slapped Y/n's ass, "We should do that more often."

Three let out a laugh, "I agree." Y/n said.

"That it was hot or we should do this more often?" Noah asked smirking.

"Both."

[rosenallies]

Please... I'm begging you please write more Domnali and Jan. I'm living for this shit pleaseeee lol

Thank you baby!! Hope you like it xx

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Jan was frazzled to say the least, after her first session with Denali she realized she couldn’t keep the other girl out of her head. Her pretty manicured hands leaving red marks across her skin, her soft lips forming words of filth whispered into Jan’s ear, and god, her body. Her body was perfect in every sense, curvy and tight and driving Jan crazy. She had left the dungeon wetter than she’d ever been, even after Denali had fucked her to orgasm three times in a row.

Which is exactly why Jan found herself in the waiting room again, only a couple days later.

Denali appeared at the door way of the waiting area, the smirk on her face just a final accessory to the short, tight, black latex dress she wore.

“Couldn’t stay away now, could we?” She chuckled, motioning for Jan to follow her back.

Dutifully, Jan followed her back like a lost puppy dog, trailing at her heels, heartbeat in her pussy before Denali even touched her.

When they got back to the confines of Denali’s room, the blonde turned her undivided attention to Jan, index finger running down the length of her arm.

“What a pretty dress that is, angel. So pretty for mommy. Did you get all dressed up for me?”

Jan’s breath hitched in her throat, nodding and twirling her skirt slightly.

“Just for you, mommy.”

Denali cooed, running her manicured fingers through Jan’s hair, scratching her scalp lightly.

“So good for me. So what made you come back so soon? Rough week? Couldn’t get me out of your pretty little head?”

Jan blushed. “A little bit of both maybe?”

“Aw, sweetheart, let mommy help you forget about your rough week, okay? And give you some more material to think about when you’re touching yourself. Tell me, doll, did you think about me when you touched yourself? When you were filling up your cute little pussy with your fingers or a dildo?”

Jan swallowed. “H-how did you know?”

“Well, princess, even good girls like you can get naughty, right?”

Biting back a moan, Jan nodded. “I’ve been naughty, mommy.”

Denali raised an eyebrow. “You need rules, sweet girl? You need mommy to tell you that you can’t cum unless you’re with her?”

Jan’s core ached, hanging onto Denali’s every word. “Yes, mommy, that, I want that.”

“Good girl, from now on, no touching yourself outside this room, got it?”

“Yes, mommy!”

“Good, now that we have an understanding, should we get to the fun stuff? Since you got to pick last week, how about I suggest some stuff this week? Do you remember your safe words?”

Jan nodded. “Yes, mommy, I’m green right now.”

Denali stepped closer, hands on Jan’s hips. “As pretty as this dress is, I think it needs to go, baby. What do you think?”

Pulling at her dress, Jan nodded. “Please undress me, mommy!”

Denali turned her around, unzipping it and sliding the sleeves down her arms, pushing it down till it pooled at her feet so she could kick it off.

“No bra? Naughty baby.”

“I-I don’t really need one in this dress,” Jan stuttered, cheeks red.

Humming, Denali walked in a circle around her, fully clothed while Jan stood only clad in her panties.

“I think I know what to do with you. Get on your knees,” she demanded, voice more stern than Jan had ever heard her be, but it made Jan obey without a second thought, lowering herself to her knees.

“Good. Now crawl, follow me.”

Denali walked upright across the room while Jan crawled behind her, pussy leaking down her thighs.

Across the room, Denali directed her to a contraption that looked almost like a pull up bar, besides the chains and handcuffs that hung down from it.

“Okay, kneel, arms up.”

Jan knelt under the contraption, holding her hands up so that Denali could shackle her in place, she then stood up, Jan’s face directly level with her cunt.

“Perfect,” Denali muttered, reaching behind herself and unzipping her dress, somehow sliding easily out of the thing, leaving her completely nude, except her shiny black Louboutins.

“Since you admitted to being a naughty little slut without mommy, you’re gonna make me cum first and depending on how well you do, I’ll decide if I even let you cum at all or if I feel like sending you home dripping for me.”

Jan’s eyes went wide, excited about the idea of tasting Denali on her tongue.

Denali stepped over Jan, hovering her perfect pussy right over her face.

“Color, baby?”

Jan attempted to press her thighs together as she stared up at her glistening cunt. “Green, mommy.”

Denali lowered herself slightly, brushing her wet folds against Jan. “Good, now get to work, baby girl.”

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Breaking' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

'Breaking'

"We both said that we were scared for the future and we realized that....our love was going to help to go through everything."

Chapter Summary : Yirina is filled with pain after her talk with Adler that ended into an fight and more she's staying captive, more she start to feel more broken...but she has to stay strong....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +3200

Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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Stitch was still for me an mysterious man despite the memories I had with him before and the voice he was taking each time there were an discussion showed how he was trying to put an scare into me and it did worked an little, feared by his presence and seeing him in his same clothes but when the talks were made, I was making him sure that it wasn' really working. Deeply inside of me, I know that I was hating Stitch long before everything and I still do, that was almost the only thing that me & Adler could really get along.

After his departure from my cell, it was better for me to get back to sleep and the only thing that I could do for hours was...to wait. He told me that my next test was going to happen in an day but nothing was there to help me pass the time, only looking deeply in each wall of my cell, struggling to not becoming crazy at each hour passed and to add to that, no one was coming here to make an talk or to make me move to do an test...no one was coming to talk....

It was mostly guards that were coming to bring me some things to eat & drink and that was it, they didn't wanted to talk to me and I was thinking the same thing. They were maybe knowing the story about me but I wasn't going to put an word out of my mouth to them. Time passed and finally, at the end of the day, the 6th of June, Stitch came in my cell...to tell me that my next step was reported to next day...meaning more waiting for me and more desperation to feel inside...only that.

The next day wasn't so much different except that all day, I was wondering what my 'next test' would be to be honest : was it going to be another talk with Adler ? were they going to confront me to someone of my real past ? I couldn't know and that was only intriguing me as the long hours passed until the door opened at, I presumed to be the moment of the test they are going to put me in.

"Are you ready for your next test, Bell ?" I looked up, sit on the edge of my bed to see Sonya themselves, standing up next to the door of my cell.

"I guess that I will not know until you're bring me to another place ?" I suggested, moving on the bed to put my back against the wall and they nodded to me.

"Stitch said that it's not necessary for you to know for the moment." They replied, joining their hands together.

"Stitch said an lot of things but he can't tell it to my face." I exclaimed, making an little laugh about it, watching Sonya carefully. "Why is he always sending someone else to do his work ?" I asked them clearly, my hands on my lap.

"Well, he said that....." They stopped themself, maybe realizing that they needed to change words to talk about their brother. "Stitch doesn't really want to create an bond with you because of things he told me." They added, looking outside the cell, it was just them here, not even Knight doing the 'taxi'

"He told you things that I never did." I said, still talking & sounding like Bell would do.

"He explained that you were the one to broke his arm." They spoke up, putting their hands behind them as in the inside, I was resisting the urge to make an smile on my face. "That...you were the 'Winter Soldier'." Instantly, the smile in the inside faded away by hearing those words.

"What is this name ? An joke ?" I scoffed around, faking to hate that name even if I was really hating it. "Who would call someone like that ?" I added.

"To be honest, I wouldn't never do that." They expressed, making an relieved breath.

"Why are you like that ?" I whispered almost loudly.

"Uhm ?" They muttered, looking back at me as they were having their eyes at the door.

"I said that I was wondering why you are like this with me ?" I repeated my question that was something we already talk about between us but I wanted to know again.

"Why are you asking ?" They asked me back, crossing their arms.

"The Sonya Kuzmin I met in that interrogation who was rude, agressive....." I stopped myself, taking an quick look at them like if I was scanning them. "Are they the same person right here, right now ?"

"It's not because I'm rude that I can't be gentle." They responded, taking an half-annoyed voice. "I have a soft side too, you know." They pointed above their chest, just at their heart level.

"I'm not doubting that, now." I exclaimed to them and my words seems to have touched them as they brough an little smile on their face. "Tell me, how did you & Wraith met ?" I demanded after an few seconds of silence.

"I don't know if I should tell you this." They breathed, taking an look at the camera at their left.

"Stitch did say that you shouldn't talk about things but if you want to open yourself, do it." I adviced them, remembering his words to them, 2 days ago.

"Aw shit." They muttered, looking down at their feets. "Me & her, we met when I first joined Perseus in 1980." They started, taking an deep breath before looking up at me. "I will not say that it was love at first sight but we did start to...be closer enough, she was looking deeply alone at that time." They continued as in me, I was rethinking about the last months of 1980....'deeply alone'....with me starting to dream away....

"You were like recomforting her." I chuckled and they nodded.

"Yeah but now since April, she's not looking the same, you see ?" I nodded to them, biting my upper lip as they were sounding an bit sad. "Distant, jump mood from time to time." They added.

"And you were always here." I whispered.

"It was looking that it wasn't really enough, like she wanted more than just me." They told me, seeing an tear on their face, coming out of their right eye. "She's looking deeply into you but each time I want to know, she's rebuffing me."

"It's no-sense." I rolled my eyes around the cell, faking to be disturbed by that thing. "It's something that has been disturbing me since the moments she kissed me."

"Wait, she kissed you ?" They were sounding stunned, curious to me, making me realize that I shouldn't have really talk about this...until I slowly nodded.

"I don't know why, must be because of the things about me, things that isn't real." I expressed, moving away from the bed to get up. "Guess they want me to tell them more in those test." I muttered as I handed over my hands, knowing the procedure to get out.

"Yes, they want that." They breathed before they took handcuffs in their hands. "Seems that you're ready now." They said after handcuffing me.

"Guess that I don't have any choices." I joked, gesturing with my handcuffed hands to them.

"Come on, let's get going." They ordered, going back before we walk outside my cell.

This time, it was just them that were going to escort me into the place that Stitch & Freya want me to pass their 'test' and by looking at it, it seems that I was getting in the same way to the room the first test happened with Adler, meaning that I was maybe going to talk with someone else or worst, Adler again. I asked an few times to Sonya but they wouldn't respond at all at my questions, guess I will have to found out to myself.

My doubts were confirmed when we arrived in front of the same door of that interrogation room where I fought with Adler but this time, no one was here to greet us, not even an guard. Sonya decided to handcuff me at this moment and even if I would try to do something, I couldn't do it, I don't know the place too much because I don't even know where are we and I don't know where is Park.

"Is she ready ?" I was surprised when I heard Stitch's voice coming in with Freya at his side, next to him.

"She is." Sonya replied to my place, still holding me at my shoulders in case of anything.

"Good, another talk will happen today, as you maybe thought about it." Freya told me in an clear voice, moving to get her hand on the door handle.

"Don't tell me that he's behind his door." I demanded, remembering them of that fight days ago.

"Well, we will see how she will react." Freya said in an neutral voice as she started to open that door to let me discover.....

"Park ?" I whispered very silently, making sure that no one was hearing me as I entered the room.

She was here...in front of me...sit on the same chair Adler used. In terms of clothes, she was also like me : only an simple shirt and the pants she used back in that mission. To say....we were both alike in terms of everything : almost broken in the inside, only wanting to escape. She was looking down at her boots before she slowly looked up to see me, arriving me in the room. It's been almost an week that I didn't see her.

"B-Be-Bell ?" She exclaimed as we both know that we had to play an act together now.

"My god, Park, you're okay ?" I asked, very worried, moving to get sit on the chair I used before.

"Yeah...Yeah, I'm trying to be okay." She replied, feeling the sadness in her voice as she put her arms on the table. "They didn't hurt you ?" She demanded and I shook my head.

"No...and you ?" I asked back.

"Same, they said that it wasn't going to be useful if they hurt us." She responded, moving my arms too on the table.

"They want us to believe in their stupid vision." I exclaimed, looking at the mirror in the room, knowing that the trio were behind it and Park was doing the same. "Did they talk with you ?"

"Only one was coming from time to time and it was that Sonya." She explained, looking back at me. "It seems that they weren't like that, that day."

"We all getting surprised by that in those days." I told her with an smile, winking at her, an gesture for us both to start an normal conversation despite the whole situation. "How do you feel ?"

"I was starting to think that I will never see you again." She answered, still an part of sadness in her voice as with her left hand, she was trying to reach my right one. "I'm like back in hell but not alone."

"I know." I snorted, passing my left hand below my nose. "We both been through hell, we know what it's like."

"Yeah, I never wanted to live that again." She muttered, tears falling out of her eyes as we finally reach both hands together.  "It's hard each day but there's still something that hold you to not doing the unthinkable." She smiled at me. "You're the person that hold me."

"Yes, me too." I smiled back at her, our eyes both looking at our joined hands. "Park, I'm afraid." I told her, my voice breaking down by saying these words. "I'm afraid to lose you, to....I don't want to die or having you or my friends hurt."

"I'm afraid too." She repeated with the same tone as me, both realizing that we were thinking of the same thing. "Remember that night in the New Orleans ?" She questioned me and I nodded.

"Yes." I breathed with an little grin.

"We both said that we were scared for the future and we realized that....our love was going to help to go through everything." She said, remembering the talk we add that night....I could remember that conversation...."I've been always thinking about this for an long, long time."

"I didn't want to lose you and you....only you understand my feelings in the MI6." I expressed my pain to her, mentioning my life to her in an few words. "You're the only person that I'm in love." I affirmed as an little smile was beginning to form on her lips, knowing that I was saying the truth to her...like I always did.

"Before, I was thinking at first who was this woman that is now in front of me and...." She stopped herself to take an deep breath. "I'm realizing that I've been in love with you since the start, since the moment I saw you in my life."

"He said that it was impossible but we showed him that he was wrong about us...about me." I told her, referring to Adler himself and she was knowing about who I was talking about. "I love you, Park, always has been." I admitted as we start to slowly got together, seeing tears in our both eyes before we could make an kiss....something that I've been missing since days....giving me some hope.

"I love you too." She whispered after we broke the kiss, forehead to forehead, our hand on each other's shoulders before we moved back at our seats as the door was getting opened.

"Time's up, the test is finished." I could hear Stitch's voice coming inside the room and I looked around to see the trio arriving...with Freya, looking almost angry....

"Okay, time to get you back to your cell." Sonya started as they moved to get next to me.

"No !" Freya suddenly spoke up loudly, stopping everyone in their moves. "The test isn't finished....not for me." She exclaimed, looking between me & Park.

"What it is about ?" I asked her in an curious voice.

"Shut up !" Freya slammed her fists on the table, scaring me at my highest point inside of me as everyone was confused here, even Stitch. "Attach her to the chair with her handcuffs, Sonya."  She ordered to them in an clear voice and Sonya was so scared that they complied in an second, attaching me to the chair armrests with two handcuffs.

"Wraith, what are you doing ?" Stitch demanded as even himself was curious.

"Tell me, Park." She ignored his question as her look was on Park herself, moving slowly towards her. "How long this has been going on ?" She questioned her before she decided to slap her in the face.

"Hey !" I protested, trying to move but Sonya put their hands on my shoulder, avoiding to move. "Don't touch her !" I ordered but that was useless.

"Answer me, bitch !" Freya put her hands on her neck, holding it and almost starting to strangle Park. "Answer or I'll make your scar bigger and deeper." She threatened, even taking out her own knife to show it.

"Wraith, if you touch her, I'll kill you myself !" I told her in an angry voice as Stitch had to move to help Sonya to hold me.

"You took her away from me." Freya snorted, sounding more sad than angry. "You broke her enough, you lied to her." She added as she decided to punch Park who wasn't responding at all to her.

"Fuck you." It was the only thing that did go out of Park's mouth, determined to not say anything.

"Answer !" Freya repeated loudly as she was going to move her knife next to Park's scar....

"Freya, stop !" I ordered, my voice getting to get more broken and hearing her name...make her stop in her moves. "Please...I'm begging you, don't hurt her." I continued, starting to feel more tears coming out of my eyes....I wasn't Bell anymore.

"What did you say ?" Freya asked in an low voice, turning around to face me.

"I want you...to stop....I know..." I stopped myself, my eyes filled with tears until I looked at her straight in the eyes. "I know since 3 years." I revealed, Park looking shocked, Freya getting the knife out of her hand that went limp as Sonya & Stitch was removing their hands from me.

"Yirina..." Park whispered in an low voice as the trio was realizing everything.

"You....you knew ?" Freya demanded and I slowly nodded, still crying out my whole pain.

"It's been 3 years that I know what happened to me." I said, trying to look away from her but I couldn't. "I know about everything." I added before looking down in shame of myself to have played an act.

"Sonya....Stitch...." Freya started to say, sounding shocked until her bones. "Get....get Park back to her cell, I'm taking Yirina to hers." She ordered in an almost broken voice as the two start to move to get Park up, she was looking sad to me, having seen break in the inside. "Get up !" Freya expressed as she was removing my handcuffs before she forced me to get back up to leave the room.

I was still crying when we left that room but this time, Freya wasn't wondering what just happened like before, she just realized....that I lied to her....that I was just playing an act the whole time. I was redoubting about that moment and it just happened here, right now and like I doubted it, I wasn't able to contain the tears inside of me...tears that was still on my face when we got back into my cell.

"Three years ?" Freya removed herself from me as she almost threw me away on the bed. "You know about everything this entire time ?"

"Yes." I breathed, slowly sitting on the bed, ashamed of myself. "They told me about it....days before they could stop Perseus to use Greenlight." I explained.

"And instead, you could have come back here." She snorted, tears on her eyes too.

"I couldn't, Freya !" I spoke up before looking down at my feets. "Adler left me for dead at Solovetsky, I spent 3 years in an fucking coma in Moscow." I pointed at my scar on my head to her, I was angry and crying. "And even, I wasn't going to come back."

"You...you were aware of it in those calls you made to me, each time we saw each other in real." She exclaimed, leaning herself back against the wall.

"It was breaking me in the inside each time." I put my hands on my laps, seeing them trembling. "You know why I wasn't telling the truth ?" I asked her. "I was afraid like I have as been."

"You could have come back to me." She repeated again, almost pleading me to do that.

"It wasn't an option for me, I hate myself for working with Perseus for years without opening my eyes." I affirmed to her, looking back at her, meaning the seriousness of my voice. "And...no, it wasn't an option." I said again.

"You betrayed what we were standing for, you betrayed his ideals, Yirina." She told me as I narrowed my eyes to her, wondering if she was really the good Freya that I knew before.

"You betrayed me !" I whispered in an very serious voice as I decided to get back to lay down on the bed, looking at the ceilling, thinking about the whole fucked up situation right now before looking back to her. "You stole things from me, I was like an sister to you and what did you do ?" I demanded as she looked down at her feets.....

"It was more important than Perseus but instead, you betrayed me !"

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Okay, so. This might be a really weird question, but... How do you get so good at writing such diverse smut? It feels like there's only so much I can get from reading fan fiction, & it's not like I have a lot of personal experience to go off of, & I've tried watching porn for inspiration but porn just doesn't have the romantic/emotional element I'm looking for. You've written like a hundred different sex scenes with all types of kinks & I've got like.. 3 variations that I can write. Any advice?

oh boy

um. Okay. Well, the first thing I can say is that it helps to practice. ...Not necessarily by having actual sex, aha, although that doesn’t hurt. (Or it does! You do you.) But just practicing writing different sex--different combinations, different situations, different scenarios. I mean, I hadn’t written panty kink until I did, and I wasn’t particularly interested in it before that either, but I was interested in how Dean might experience that kink in a full and deep way, and then, ta-da, oh so good, oh so fine. So... go for it by cannonballing into the deep end, that’s one strategy.

It also really does help to watch porn, if only for shapes, haha. (Really, whose leg goes where is helpful, especially if it’s something you’re never going to do yourself.) But I completely know what you mean about imputing the right emotions onto the scene, and how that’s usually lacking in porn. Unfortunately. If we could get legit actors to do porn--hoo, baby.

So I think part of it is... what’s the point of the kink? What’s the point of the scene you want to write? Why are you writing this?

When Dean wears panties in my it started with the kinks series, it’s not really *about* the panties, right? Instead the panties represent... freedom. A door unlocking. A permission that he’s giving himself to go for something he doesn’t get. Of course, he’s also deeply embarrassed by it (because Manly Men Don’t Wear Lace), and specifically he’s embarrassed by Sam of all people seeing it, so even as he has that freedom he’s self-humiliating a little. So: how does he act in the sex scene? What are the emotions he has? A sense of free-wheeling on the edge of a cliff, a little bit. A gut-deep humiliation that’s making him bright red and almost teary. A kind of wildly turned-on shock that he’s not really able to even deal with. Because it’s his POV it’s easy to build that in with narration, but we also see it through his actions--how he’s almost-clumsy, still, needs Sam to draw him out.

There we come to the other part: the sexual partner, in this case Sam, whose POV we don’t see. What does Sam think about the panties/kink/scenario? In this case, that it’s just... hot, and he sees that Dean’s shy about it but doesn’t quite understand the extent. He sees the permission being given, though, and as Sam tends to he kind of takes the reins, and takes it to the place they both want it to go. But, because of Dean’s uncertainty and how the freedom isn’t really freedom if he can only have it in this one circumstance, Sam and Dean aren’t really on the same page until the very end of the last story---they’re not able to fully communicate, and so are each getting different things out of the kink/sex.

Is that helpful? You need to know what the story’s about to make the sex effective, I think. I mean, I’ve written some tab A-slot B, and that’s fine for what it is, but it’s... generic by its very nature, and therefore shouldn’t be a big part of the story if it’s not helping to deliver on your ‘about’.

So, your three variations. Maybe they’re what’s right for the story you’re actually writing! But maybe they don’t always match up with the themes you really need. Let’s imagine you’re writing a story where Sam’s struggling from the trials, but the thing you want to bring forward is him being defiant and still smarting from the early part of the season where he and Dean were hurting each other. You want them to have sex in this story. Now, it doesn’t really matter whose dick goes where, but a potential scenario is that Dean is being coddling and bringing Sam soup and being so nice when Sam “knows” that Dean thinks he’s weak, and Sam presses Dean down onto his back and totally rails him and leaves Dean a shuddery mess. I’d want that sex scene to be intense, maybe almost wordless--Sam demanding and grasping and Dean confused but happy--maybe a position where Dean’s on his belly and Sam’s holding his wrists down--proving strength, etc. Handcuffs could come in if you want to make it sharper. Bruises could come in if you want to shade Sam’s hurt into something deeper. But the sex scene should talk to the fic, not just be a spooj-break.

So... I hope that helps, haha. Figuring out your “about” is usually the best thing to do. Almost all my better fics have me thinking about them for at least a few hours before I start to write, thinking about why I want to write x or y scenario, why it interests me, where I want it to go. Often I’m working backwards from the kink (e.g. kink bingos or fic requests), which helps. Build the story with an organic about in mind and you’ll usually be on your way.

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MCSM Season 3 Chapter 5:The Pearl of Deception

Yo guys,how have been you all going?I'm good by the way,just been very busy with High School...being in 1ist grade is very lame y'all know...anyways,please share this New Chapter of my concept plot for Minecraft Story Mode season 3 so i can keep having the motivation to keep writing,now let's get this reading started:

When The New Order of the Stone arrives at Sky City's dimension's lands,they see a huge new city built by the people and Isa,they walk throught the town,seeing all the gold and iron buildings and monuments

Olivia:It's so...beautiful...and shiny

Petra:Man,they must really like gold and iron...

Jesse:Nah,Beacontown is way more shinier than here

Petra and Olivia:Are you jealous?

Jesse:WHAT!??!I'M...NOT JEALOUS!!!

Petra:Yeah right!

Jesse:Let's just keep going ok?

As they are heading to Isa's new palace,the town's citizens begin to greet their heroes

Citizen 1:LOOK,IT'S THE NEW ORDER OF THE STONE

Citizen 2:OUR SAVIORS HAVE RETURNED!!!

Citizen 3:[spots Aiden behind Lukas]WAIT,THAT GUY BEHIND THE BLONDE BOY...IT'S OUR OLD CITY'S DESTRUCTOR!!!

All Citizens:UUUUUHHHHHHHHH GO AWAY YOU DORK

Aiden:What a nice gretting to me...

He sarcastically states,and then they see a few guards running towards them

Lukas:(sees guards)are those guards...charging at us?

Guard 1:Stop right there!

Guard 2:You are under arrest

They start to run away from the guards

Petra:[running]AIDEN!!..CARE TO EXPLAIN?

Aiden:[running]I TOTTALY FORGOT ABOUT IT BEFORE,ISA FORBID ME AND THE BLAZE RODS TO EVER GET CLOSE TO HER OR HER PEOPLE!!!

Ivor:[running]HOW DID YOU EVEN FORGET SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE??!?!

Axel:[running]SEE,I KNEW TRUSTING HIM WANS'T A GOOD IDEA!

Jesse:[running]NOW'S NOT THE TIME FOR PLAYING THE “I WAS RIGHT GAME”,WE HAVE TO KEEP RUNNING

They end up in a wall without any exit and are surrounded by the guards

Guard 1:Frezze!!!

Guard 2:You're all coming with us!

Axel:[whispers to Jesse]Should we fight them?

Jesse:[whispers to Axel]No,they are just doing their jobs,besides,they can take us to Isa,can't they?everyone surrender and do all they demand

They are taken to the palace and met with Isa,Milo and Reginald

Isa:Jesse???...you came back..??

Reginald:They came back and brought an criminal with them founder

Milo:Wait,is that true?

Jesse:No wait,we didn't know Aiden was forbidden to aproach you guys

Lukas:We swear!

Aiden:They are telling the truth,i forgot about my sentence of not getting near you your highness...i'm sorry

Isa:[stares at them)release them!

Reginald:Excuse me your highness,they brought an criminal to our city and you tell us to let them go?

Isa:I gave you a direct order,release them now!

Reginald:...yes your highness...

They take their handcuffs off and give them back their weapons

Jesse:Thanks Isa

Isa:No problem Jesse,sorry for the unfortunate meeting...hello Aiden

Aiden:Hi Founder...

Lukas:You two are friends?

Isa:Well,since keeping an grudge for seven years is unhealthy,i've decided to give Aiden a chance to be a friend of mine,after giving his deserved...treatment of course

Aiden:You call not letting me see even the sun light for seven miserable years a "treatment"???

Jesse:Aiden chill out...

Aiden:I won't chill Jesse,after everything you made me pass throught,i don't have any interest in being your friend Isa!

Isa:[stares furiously and a little scaredly at Aiden]THEN YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED HERE,GUARDS,TAKE HIM TO THE TOWN'S EXIT

Guard:Gladly

As Aiden leaves,Lukas goes after him

Lukas:Please,can i have a minute with him?

Guard:Be quick

Lukas:Aiden,what was that?Why did you treat Isa that way?

Aiden:You were not here Lukas!She locked me up in a cell and never allowed me to even get out of it,not even for lunch time!

Lukas:Aiden i...we didn't know

Aiden:Of course you didn't,Jesse never cared for me,he was just glad i was far from his so beloved city,but it's okay,i won't lose my chance of redemption with you guys just because of her!

Lukas:But...were are you going?

Aiden:I'm just...gonna walk a little in the forest,i met up with you guys later ok?

Lukas:Ok...

Meanwhile,in the palace,the New Order of the Stone talks with Isa and Milo about the Blaze Rods and the Ender Pearl of Deception

Jesse:Were sorry for Aiden's behavior Isa...

Isa:It's okay Jesse...i don't blame him,i admit that i was to harsh on him when he was jailed here,i let my anger and grudge for him make bad decisions in the past,now i'm afraid we both cannot get in good terms...it's a shame thought,we actually wanted to be his friends,i even brought books for him in his cell

Reginald:Yes,he would always read to spend time,but never spoke to us or asked for anything

Jesse:Okay...Hey Milo,what are you doing here by the way?

Milo:Oh,Isa promoted me to be her personal conselour,i help her when she haves to take hard decisions

Jesse:Cool,but we have to talk with you guys about something serious

Isa:What is it?

Jesse:The Blaze Rods reunited and are planning to take the Ender Pearl that you guys have

Reginald:Ender Pearl?But we have plenty of those in the basement

Isa:I think i know what pearl he's talking about,come with me please Order of the Stone

Isa takes them to a room with a glass pedestal in the bottom,containing the Ender Pearl of Deception inside of it

Petra:whoa,now that's a rare pearl

Ivor:It's so fascinating,it's shine and powers are unlimited!

Jesse:Ivor,remember our primary objective?

Ivor:Yes,yes,protect the pearl and stop the Blaze Rods from stealing it...you're all so lame

Isa:Please,you must protect this pearl with your lives

Jesse:We will,let's split up guys,Lukas and Radar go the palace's entrance,Axel you go to the gardens,Petra and Olivia,you both are coming with me,and Ivor,you stay here and guard the pearl,let's go team!

At night,in the town's entrance,the Blaze Rods are preparing their bikes(because in my story,they are a biker gang ok😎)and waiting their signal to attack

Maya:Ugh,what's taking so long?He should have sent the signal to attack already

Gill:Give him time,he's probably waiting for a better oportunity

Biker 1:He?

Biker 2:Who's he?

White Pumpkin:The Quiet One

Maya:Wait,you can talk?

WP:Yes

Gill:Why don't you talk more often then?

WP:My face was damaged when i escaped the hole Jesse and his friends imprisoned me in,and because of the scars,i can't-talk--to---much...

Gill:[spots a red glowing bean in the sky]Hey look,it's the signal,let's get moving everyone

Maya:Oh hohoho yeah!

She evily giglles as they head to the palace in their bikes,and the Chapter ends

Hey guys,that's it for now,please share this so i can keep having the motivation to keep writing to you guys,chapter 6 may come out very soon so stay connected ✌

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A few hours (and ice cream cones) later, Donna leaves to go to the Q's to play with Wiley and Ophelia. "I finally found a dress. It took three stores and way too many dresses that fit like crap but I've found one and I'm ready for the Ball tomorrow," Carly says excitedly when she finds him in the park. "I ditched the guards hours ago."

Of course she did. He rolls his eyes. She's going to get kidnapped again or something as a part of some new competitors revenge on him and she ditches guards. The mob is not a friendly business but leave it to her to forget that, less than six months after her kidnapping and rape. Only Carly. "Stop ditching guards."

"Well I've got you to protect me," she argues, smiling. When his expression doesn't change, she relents, "Fine. I'll take the guards when I'm not with you."

"Thank you," he says. "Donna's with Wiley and Ophelia at the mansion."

"So long as Nina's not there, I'm fine with it." Not this again. "Don't roll your eyes or tell me to play nice, Jason! She wants me arrested and she's acting like Nelle wasn't a terrible person! I don't care if she's Wiley's other grandmother."

Sometimes, Carly's exhausting to deal with.

He rolls his eyes again as she rests her head on his shoulder. "You know, Joss has been complaining lately she's feeling stuck in Port Charles. Which is stupid but it reminded me that I've never taken her to Florida, or any of the kids besides Michael and now I want to. So you coming with me or am I bringing guards?"

The last time they went to Florida, Michael was barely one. It was to officially bury Virginia and it was a very bittersweet experience to see Florida for the first time and also be packing up the house of a dead woman.

"Who exactly are you bringing?" Carly cheers when he agrees to go without agreeing fully.

"Donna, clearly. And I'll bring Joss and, do you think that Ava will let me bring Avery? Michael should go too, he spends way too much time cooped up in that house or at Aurora, so him, Willow, Wiley and Ophelia. Ooh, you should bring your kids! Scout and Danny will have fun in Florida and I'm sure Jake would love it. Well, of course, that involves Elizabeth letting you take him. Maybe if we bring Cameron too- well actually, no, that won't work because him and Joss broke up a few weeks ago and it's still way too raw for her. I'd suggest we bring Dante but he broke Lulu's heart so that's a big no, I don't care if he's my children's brother. Should we bring Brando and Sasha?"

She's rambling excitedly about this trip that seems to double in size each minute and he chuckles to himself at the absurdity of it. Somehow, within five minutes, Carly's built herself an entire vacation to Florida. Complete with exactly when they should go ("The third week in June! It shouldn't be too rainy or humid yet,") and how long they should stay (a week, she's decided). This woman owns an island and insists on going to Florida for a week so her kids can see her old home.

Before he can figure out what's happening, someone has taken him hostage, his hands inexplicably behind his back and he notices that another one of the surprise humans has taken Carly hostage. Fuck. No. He can't fight this guy, somehow he's too strong. And he can't reach for his gun because he's got his hands tied behind his back! Which means she's getting kidnapped and so is he.

Of course, the same thing is happening to Carly, but the dude who grabbed her is underestimating her gravely. She's got enough sense to try and kick him in the balls (so that's why she always wears heels) before settling for a good slap or two to wherever she can reach moments before her hands are tied as well.

He's basically fucked. And so is she.

"Let me go or so help me god-" Carly threatens before they put a gag in her mouth which she does her best to spit out. Fucking hell, these people are terrible.

"Let her go," he demands, feet unrooting themselves from the ground as he desperately tries to break out of this hold.

"How sweet, he's willing to sacrifice himself for his girlfriend. Touching, truly. Not going to work, however, Morgan. Enough of the touching goodbye, you better stop fighting if you want to see her alive again," his goon threatens. This guy sounds like one of Cyrus's old guys. Cyrus is behind this. Which means-

Carly comes to the conclusion at the same time he does and spits out her gag (impressive). "You better have a damn good excuse for this."

The goons don't even bother threatening them, they just drag them apart and Jason gets dropped in the back of some truck before he gets knocked out. His last conscious thought is where the hell Carly is and where he's going.

A few hours later, he wakes up, disgusted by the surroundings he's found himself in. He's handcuffed to a chair with his legs and his hands. And there's no blonde in here with him, he realizes. At the very least, he senses that they haven't took his jacket off or phone or gun from him. "Good, you're awake." Who's voice is that? He recognizes it from somewhere.

"Where is she?" He asks instead of worrying about his own surroundings.

"Your concern for her is really quite touching, but your girlfriend is fine," the dude says again, yet another voice he remembers but can't trace.

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Sure, you just sleep together, live together and act like a married couple. Oh, wait, is she your wife? That would make more sense," the voice says. Who's voice is that? It's on the tip of his mind but he can't remember.

"Very funny. We're not married. Now, tell me, where the hell is Carly?"

"Calm your tits," that's a stupid expression, "she's being well taken care of. Let yourself worry about you for a minute, please. Your relationship with her is..."

"None of your business. I need proof she's okay." Why the hell aren't his demands being met? Who is this?

"Protective, how sweet. Answer the question."

"She's my best friend," he answers calmly. "Got any more questions or do I get proof she's okay and alive?"

"You don't sleep with a best friend, Jason." Shut up, they're not labelling things and this has nothing to do with the damn kidnapping!

"And who are you to judge us?" Mouthing off to a kidnapper, great idea.

"Me? I'm just the messenger. Don't shoot the messenger."

What the fuck is this dude getting at? He's speaking in goddamn riddles of sarcasm. "Where is Carly?"

"Well, that's none of your business." This man is absolutely infuriating. He's a douche and dead the second he gets to his gun. Or, really, anything that can be used as a weapon. Maybe even a pair of handcuffs. Kill him with handcuffs, yeah, that'll work after he finds Carly's location out.

"If so much as a hair on her head is harmed-"

"Your threats are in vain, though your concern for her is adorable. Tell me, do you expect you're calling the shots here? You're not, dumbass. I am. Well, technically my boss, but you know what I mean." Infuriating.

"You lay a hand on her and-"

"Are you going to keep threatening me? You're the one tied up to a chair, not me. I can move whenever I want to, you cannot." Bile pools in his stomach at the thought of someone's hands on her, hurting her. Causing her pain. Doing what Cyrus did to her again, as often as they please because he can't save her. "But, for your information, no one's gotten handsy with her yet."

How relieving. "Keep it that way."

"You know, she keeps talking about you like you're some damn superhero. To be honest, I don't see it. You're so in sync though, she's worried one of us are going to hurt your pretty boy face."

"Careful, you don't want to show all of your cards at once," Jason teases. It's probably a bad idea but Carly's kidnapped too and he can't get out on his own dammit.

"Keep mouthing off and I'll make sure she's beaten up good. Bruised so bad it won't go away for months."

That's a damn good threat, he's got to admit.

Clearly enjoying his silence, this dude continues, "Your only chance of getting to her is playing by my rules. Then again, she's been mouthing off to us the whole time we've had her. Stubborn brat, that one is. She won't let anyone even give her food, she's just been saying that you'll save her because it's how you two work." That's his girl. He can't help but smile at the thought of her talking the ears off of a kidnapper. He might talk the dude into letting her go. "You two are adorably in sync, her fighting us using your name as though you're a hero. Tell me, what did you ever do that made her think of you as her hero?"

"I guess I've just always been there to save her," he answers. Looking the kidnapper in the eyes, he continues, "and I always will, no matter the consequences."

"Cute. Your whole hero thing is cute and I think it's adorable that you both love each other so much. She's already about to kill us if it means she'll get a single piece of information on her big hero who always saves her."

Sounds like Carly. "If that's supposed to surprise me, it doesn't. I've known her so long nothing she can do surprises me."

"And you love her enough you'll do anything for her. Touching, really. Never have I ever had the pleasure of having two hostages who are so helplessly in love with each other like you two are, yet they're apparently only friends. Tell me, is there anything you wouldn't be willing to do for her, if it meant she'd be freed?"

"No."

"Good, good to know. I think we're ready to discuss the terms of your mutual release, because she's pissing my guy off so much he's had to get a little handsy." Name, address, the whole nine yards. The second he gets them, that dude dies. "Calm down, it was only once. She won't even scar."

"The terms," he spits out in an attempt to control his anger. This is infuriating.

"In exchange for your mutual release, you will give approximately fifteen million dollars to my boss." Who the hell needs that much money? Whatever. If she's free, he'll do near anything.

"I don't have my checkbook on me right now, but I can make that deal." Donna. How is she dealing with this? He suspects he's been gone long enough now that she's been able to understand what's going on.

"Good. You will make a check for fifteen million dollars to Miss Fiona Svlankovich," the hostage holder says, handing his checkbook to him.

"Wait. This seems too easy."

"It's not, I assure you. Fiona's a bit of an evil lady, but when she says she'll set you free after you do something, you and your “best friend” will be released," he informs him. A bit of an evil lady? She's a lot more than a bit evil.

"I can't exactly sign this with my hands tied behind my back," he says calmly.

"Shit," the hostage holder mutters. "I'll uncuff one of your arms, but only because you don't have any weapons on you." Idiot. He can feel his gun in his pocket as he gets uncuffed and signs the check.

Before he can be recuffed, he pulls out his gun and fires a single bullet into the dude's leg. "Tell me where Carly is or I'll take you out right now."

"On a date or in a murderous way?"

What type of fucking question is that? "Murder. So, her location."

"Someone's horny," kidnapping dude chuckles before he gets punched. "Fine, fine. She's somewhere in this house. You figure out where, that's up to you. So, you gonna kill me now?"

"Thinking about it. You take me to exactly where she is, right now," Jason answers, gun trained at this hostage dude.

Without a witty remark, he gets led the way to Carly. Conveniently, she's screaming at that exact moment, "He will find me and you will die. I hope you look forward to death because he's been getting me out of messes for longer than you've been alive."

She's tied up in a pantry, he notes before kicking the door open. "I swear to fucking god-" she starts before noticing he's there and tearing up. "Oh thank god you're here."

Unceremoniously, her guards pull out their guns and he shoots them both before shooting his own guard, Carly yelping each time. She's not a fan of the sound of a gun going off, nor kidnapping, so he doubts this is fun for her.

He makes quick work of getting her uncuffed and she falls into him, embracing him in a tight hug and burying her face in his neck as he does the same. "I knew you'd save me," she says and he can feel her tears soaking his shirt, but it's okay. He's got extras at home (and, of course, the clothes she bought a few months ago).

"We've got to get out of here," he mutters and she pulls away, tears of joy and relief still flowing down her face.

A few minutes (and dead bodies) later, they make it out of the weird ass mansion they're stuck in. Now, of course, the big issue is how the fuck they get out of here. There's no cars he can see.

"I don't want to walk but I will," Carly says, frowning as she looks at her disgusting outfit. "I liked this outfit too."

To be continued hopefully after this headache clears up

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'Hope': New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out!

'Hope'

"I'm just glad that we found you, Yiri,"

Chapter Summary: Yirina & Zasha are trying to stay focus and well in their situation, awaiting a light of hope to come for them...until...

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That's all that I & Zasha wanted at the moment to get out of here...a sense of hope coming to save us...Park, Portnova, the SAS...they're our hope but now, we have to wait...wait inside that small cell and let the time pass, trying to stay focus on not losing our minds in here as for me, my left eye's vision was worse, all blurred with now only my right eye that can see right. It was making me sad to think about it and I was trying to not think of it but having a stinging eye wasn't helping...I'm feeling bad...

It was long, very long to wait, Zasha staying near me at my right and the only good place that I could see perfectly, and our eyes were mostly focused in front of us as if we were awaiting at any moment someone to come in and each time, a noise was heard through it, we were preparing ourselves, was it going to be someone from Perseus? Was it going to be our saviors? Each time, unfortunately, it was false hopes when we were thinking about getting saved, it was just maybe the Perseus guards behind that door...each time...

I couldn't know if it was good or not but it seems that Beck's intervention hours ago stopped the two crazy Perseus agents, Bellamy & Sarah, to come here & fuck up my eye again but the bad was already done with it. They stopped coming here & since what happened, no one came to check on us, leaving us alone to dream & wonder what time it could be...was it the afternoon? The night? Having no means to know was...disturbing and I was starting to think that it was like days that we're here.

A long time passed until as usual, some noises were getting heard through the door while I & Zasha thought that it was just the guard before suddenly, the door was getting unlocked, and then, opened widely to reveal Beck alone, just him, not even his friend Lukas or the two crazy ones with him. It was just him, looking very normal and wearing the same clothes as the last time.

"You're okay?" He asked us, entering the cell and letting the door open behind him.

"Do you think that we could say yes now?" I told him with a low sarcastic tone, pointing at me & Zasha who shook their head at me.

"I'm sorry, it's just that..." Beck sounded apologizing to us, knowing that his question is a bit stupid to ask at this moment. "I think that you're thirsty, right?" He guessed, taking out from the inside of his jacket, a bottle of water.

"Yes..." Zasha whispered, offering their left hand towards the bottle that Beck urged to give them quickly. "Thirsty," They muttered between their lips before they starts to drink the bottle.

"You don't have...anything to eat?" I asked Beck as he was nearly kneeling in front of us.

"No, I'm sorry," He replied, shaking a bit his head at us. "I would have liked to but Bellamy & Sarah refused that I go down with food and only with that bottle," He pointed out the bottle that Zasha was drinking before they finished.

"Here, Yirina," Zasha offered me the bottle in my hand that I take gently, wanting to finish it quickly too, the feeling of thirst inside my throat. "What time is it?" Zasha demanded, sounding to have enough to be in the unknown about it.

"Uhm..." Beck drifted his eyes towards his left wrist to look at a silver watch on it. "It's evening, 7:21 PM," He revealed and even if it was relieving to know the exact time, that wasn't doing really something to us.

"I thought that Lukas will be with you," I said after I got my lips away from the bottle, putting it gently on my right, just in the space between me & Zasha.

"Nein, they send him away," Beck declared in a low voice, joining his hands together. "Told him to leave England to go back to Russia and I couldn't do anything," He added, his right hand moving behind his head to scratch it.

"They? Bellamy & Sarah?" Beck nodded when I tell him those names. "Shit, those two are the worst," I exclaimed in a clear voice, making Beck laugh a little.

"Yeah, the two are fuckin' strict, even avoiding me to take some of my Judge Dredd comics for relief," He alleged, the two of us getting along on the subject.

"You read comics?" Zasha questioned him, sounding curious to know.

"Of course," Beck responded directly, giving them a little smile. "Before, there were some NATO defectors that make me learn of comics with this Judge Dredd, and since, I'm a fan of this character," He announced, sounding very good to tell that to us. "You know him?"

"Never heard," I said.

"A few times," Zasha said, making me turn my head slightly at them. "You should read some when...you know," They advised me, sounding low at the end of their sentence.

"I'm sure that..." Beck was going to say something before suddenly, a big boom was getting felt inside the room, making some dirt falling off the ceiling. "Scheisse, what's going on?" He cursed, turning his head around outside the cell to see some people running in a direction...was it...our saviors...

"Beck!" A loud voice was heard coming into the cell, and then, we could see Bellamy arriving inside the cell, in a sort of panic. "Beck, here you are!" He mumbled as he was at our sight with a masked man behind him.

"What's happening, Bellamy?" Beck demanded, curious to know.

"The SAS has found our location and is closing in, we need to leave," He answered, making me & Zasha look at each other with wide eyes...finally.

"And Sarah?" Beck asked, his voice not really sounding worried about her to be honest.

"Sarah is with her team at the parliament for the bomb, don't worry," Bellamy told him in a clear voice before his eyes went on me & Zasha who give him back the same glare he was giving us, and then, he looked at the soldier behind him. "You know what to do, handcuff them," He ordered with a gesture from his head as the soldier starts to comply and enter the soldier, passing next to Beck to get to us.

"We're leaving them here?" Beck pointed out at us as he was looking at Bellamy and walking outside.

"Even, they're still going to die in a worse way," Bellamy declared before he & Beck got away from the cell, going in another direction as the masked soldier was taking some handcuffs from his vest after they closes the door behind them

"Give me your hands," The soldier demanded to us in an assertive tone as he was moving in front of us to reach our hands. "I said, give me your hands," He repeated after we didn't move our hands to comply, taking first my right hand.

"Zed," I muttered in a low voice as the soldier was starting to get the handcuff around my wrist. "You're still hurt?" I asked them clearly.

"Uhm...no," They whispered, looking at me with curiosity and wondering why I was asking this now before I gave them a wink with my right eye. "Oh...not at all," They affirmed again, a smile appearing on their face.

"Good to know," I said, and just before that the soldier could reach Zasha's left hand, I decided to make a stand, as the sounds of gunshot & little explosions were getting perfectly heard, and then, I decided to clench my left fist and land a punch right on the side of the man's head.

It caused him to remove his hand around my wrist that he was still holding in the case and Zasha took the charge by giving him a foot kick on his chest that make him fly in a little distance, in the middle of the room and away from us, giving us some moments of relief before we manage to get up on our feet and ready to leave but the soldier was quicker than us and got up back on his feet right before we could make a single step to get away, just after Zasha got up.

"You want to fight?" The soldier demanded in anger after he got up.

"As you wish," I told him straight before I starts to walk towards him, without any difficulties despite everything.

Honestly, this wasn't going to be something that I would have like to do but...now, I was like determined to...leave this place that if I had to fight for that, I will do it without any hesitation, even if I'm not in the state for it or that the man in front of me was tougher than us and now, even if a half of my vision is blurred, nothing couldn't stop me to put a fight between me, Zasha & an armed soldier...nothing and my thoughts were empty when I start the first moves against the soldier, soon followed by Zasha themselves but as I thought, the fight wasn't going to be easy for us because of our states.

Since half of my vision wasn't clear, I needed to be focus only on keeping my right eye on the soldier but that guy was seemingly knowing this detail and was making sure that it wasn't on him with his punches while Zasha was trying to strike him back but the guy was tougher than us and was avoiding all of their punches before he manages to grab them and throw them away against a wall violently as I was coming back from avoiding one of his punch but then, he threw himself on me, causing me to hit the ground with him on top of me.

His hands went straight towards my neck to start to strangle me to death and he was putting all of his strength on it, me trying to remove them away with my own hands but getting my hands below his to stop him only allowed him to have better control of me and traps my hands. I got a quick peek with my right eye towards Zasha who was still trying to recover on their side before my eye got back into looking at the masked soldier on top of me, seeing nothing but death in his eyes...before my eyes tries to shut down...

"You're going to die here, сука!" The man told me as my strength was slowly giving me up to him. "She's going to win, London is going to bu-" The man continued until he then stopped, a sound of a gunshot getting heard, and a second after, a bullet went to pierce his skull on his back before he falls on me, dead.

I found myself with the man's body over me as no more sounds were getting heard around me, making me think that...maybe that I wasn't alive anymore until I got this thought away from me and get the body out of me, struggling a bit into doing so before I could breathe freely for once, my eyes moving to the door to see...Portnova...holding an MP5 in her hands and looking across the room.

"Grigoriev! Zed!" She said, sounding relieved to have found us here as she got inside the cell, soon followed by a SAS soldier behind her.

"Portnova..." I muttered, a smile forming on my face to see her.

"Yiri..." Zasha's voice whispered across the room and getting Portnova's attention at them.

"Zasha," She breathed, looking at them getting up on their feet before she moves to get to them. "My god, Zed," She sounded so happy & relieved to see them as she got her hands off her gun to hug them.

"Hey, easy, Grigoriev," The SAS soldier told me with a muffled voice as I was trying to get my back off the ground, him moving next to me to help me before he removes his mask, revealing Soap. "Glad to see you still alive," He exclaimed, helping me to get up.

"What happened?" I asked him, even if that question was also for Portnova who was staying with Zasha.

"Someone tipped us off about your location, we came in and got you," Soap replied, starting to walk with me outside with my left arm behind his neck. "Come on, let's get you both out," He proclaimed before my feet arrives outside the cell...my first time out of that room and discovering a hallway full of metal doors.

Soap was staying with me as Portnova got Zasha out of the cell with her and no more sounds of explosions & guns were heard in that place, meaning that...our hope was here, that we got saved after...I don't know...but we got saved by the SAS, Portnova, and...Park...where was she now? That's the only thing that my mind could think at the moment that her name came inside my thoughts while Soap & Portnova were getting us out of that hallway to reach some stairs to get up.

I could walk normally but my thoughts about Park's presence here made me so worried that Soap's help for me to walk was necessary and I was able to see with my right eye but better, the place we were trapped once that we got up the stairs to reach the ground level. It was like an abandoned warehouse and bodies were all around the ground, getting cleaned up by some soldiers whose looks were on me as we were passing by before we arrives near some sort of garage door...

"Where are they? Where are they?" I suddenly heard a voice coming right in front of me a few meters outside. "Did they..." The voice stopped as...I could see her...Park, standing in front of me, her blue eyes from afar looking at me. "Yi...Yirina!" She exclaimed with the happiest voice before she walked right to me and took me in her arms, Soap getting off.

"Park," I whispered, so happy to see her now, a smile forming on my face and some tears coming out of my eyes because of the emotions. "Ouch, that's stings," I mumbled, my left eye-stinging and causing Park to get off me, her eyes widely open.

"Bloody hell," She muttered, her right hand moving on my cheeks. "What did they do to you, Yiri?" She asked me, her eyes focused on my left eye as her hand was going near it.

"Injection...they...I should sit, right?" I suggested, thinking that...what to say needed to be...told while sitting.

"Of course," She agreed before we took only a few steps to go near a small crate outside the warehouse. "Here," She helped me a bit to get sit as the SAS soldiers were starting to clean up the place, Soap staying not far from us as Zasha & Portnova were staying near the garage door on their side. "So, what happened?" She demanded. "What happened yesterday at that crash?" She clarified herself, sounding curious.

"The train crashed after our pilot...Griffin got hit, and then, Sarah...captured us with her men," I started, trying to remember perfectly the events of...yesterday.

"Sarah?" Park whispered and I nod to her. "You mean, Sarah Mcgrath?" I nodded again.

"Sarah Stone," I corrected, Park's eyes going wide again at this news from me. "She was his sister, plotting to make the MI6 believe that Stone was still alive, killed Peter, and faked an abducting," I continued, Park, looking very curious and astonished to that. "Her & Bellamy...they did this to me, injecting me with a needle...Can't see right with that eye," I pointed out to that eye, sounding bad as the vision wasn't coming back.

"Shit," She cursed, getting her hand back on my cheek to have a look at this eye.

"I look ugly, right?" I presumed, not having seen my eye with a sharp of glass, and even, I'm not sure to look at it. "It's all blurred so, I presume that's bad," I added.

"Your eyes have different colors now and..." Park was trying to say something before she stops herself, looking sad at seeing me like that. "I'm just glad that we found you," She expressed, a smile on her face.

"Not in my best shape," I muttered, looking down at my feet and seeing the bad shape of my outfit, filled with dirt on some parts of it. "I can't see on my left part, not the best feeling I have at the moment,"

"Don't worry, we're going to heal you with Zasha," Park exclaimed, putting her hand below my chin to make me look at her, a tear coming out of my right eye at seeing her. "You'll be fine with me," She said, giving me a comfortable grin on her face.

"Grigoriev?" A voice called me out behind Park and I could see Price himself arriving at us. "I think it belongs to you," He told me as he was handing me over an M1911 in his right hand...my very own M1911 that...I'm been using it since I came back...

"How?" I questioned him, taking nonetheless the gun in my left hand.

"Soap found it with Ghost when they came back from the train crash," He responded, his head turning around to look at his men inside the warehouse as Zasha & Portnova were getting sit on their side, looking at me with a smile. "Roach was wounded but saved as for Griffin, he was dead when they came to the crash," He announced, making me feel bad to hear that from him.

"I'm sorry, Price," I apologized as I was the one who took this Griffin with me...caused his death.

"It's not your fault, Grigoriev, you did what was necessary," Price told me, trying to stay positive towards me but I can't forget that my decision got me & Zasha captured, someone killed and another wounded.

"Captain, we found something inside," Then, a masked SAS soldier came towards us, holding a sort of picture in his hand and offering it to Price. "Picture of a nuclear bomb but nothing else," The man said.

"Looks like an American one," Price judged by looking at the picture that was looking to be in the inside of a building as he was giving us a peek at it before...before...

"Wait!" I raised up my voice, something inside of my mind enlightening. "You said...you said, a bomb...a nuclear bomb," I pointed out at the soldier whose head came to look at Price before nodding back at me. "Nothing about a location?" The soldier shook his head.

"Where are you getting here?" Price demanded as Park was worried about what I was thinking.

"Bellamy said, before leaving that...Sarah was with her team...under the parliament," I announced, and directly, I could see Park's & Price's eyes going wide at my declaration, having the same realization as me. "Greenlight," I muttered that name, making the link between a nuclear bomb and that CIA project.

"No..." Price whispered, looking down at the ground. "The whole government is having a session tonight...both houses...it was going to happen tomorrow but they reported to...tonight," He revealed, his eyes going over in a direction...the direction of the city on the horizon.

"Perseus wants to blow up London with the Greenlight bomb...and it's under the parliament," Park said, Perseus's intentions in London getting clear for everyone now as Zasha & Portnova came to us to hear the news. "We need to go now, that bomb can't explode," She spoke to Price who agreed.

"I'm coming!" I told her in a clear voice, a feeling of hatred coming inside of me against Perseus, Bellamy & Sarah.

"No, you're hurt, Yiri, I..."

"No, I'm coming!" I cut out Park in her words. "It's not because they fucked up my eye that I can't fight," I added as I look up at my M1911 in my left hand, seeing it well cleaned up. "We can't allow them to blow up a nuke in London and kill everyone...and for that, I'm coming!" I made my stand loud & clear to her before I look up at Zasha, shaking my head at them, meaning that I don't want them to follow me & reenact what happened the last day.

"Yiri, you..." Park was going to say before she resigns herself to not continue in her words. "No, you're right, we're not going to let them detonate that nuke," She agreed even if I could see on her face that she wasn't willing to let me fight.

"Soap, you're staying here with a large part of the men," Price ordered to Soap who nods at him. "Those outside are coming with me to the parliament!" He raised up his voice to make himself heard well before he walk away from us towards a van parked at least 20 meters from us.

"Yirina, you're sure about this?" Zasha asked me, sounding worried as Portnova was in the same state as them. "You're hurt and...even with that...you're sure?" They repeated and I nod back.

"I won't let Sarah destroy London...not our new home, Zed," I responded to them, their face understanding my reasons to do this. "You two should stay here, you need to heal up,"

"You too," Zasha remarked to me.

"Maybe but not for the moment," I said, the urge of stopping Sarah into destroying London getting over the fact that I should be healed now. "Stay here, me & Park are going to stop her," I told the two, gesturing at Park that I'm ready to leave and she opens the lead, me giving me a head gesture to Zasha & Portnova with a little smile before going to follow Park to a car...

I'm not going to let that bitch destroy the new home I want to have!