#if they don't give him properly trained agents

[the-siphonophore]

Trying to Steal Like An Artist and use a concept from a book (but modified) for my book but fuck wait is this a headcanon?? Why is it So Plausable

[woso-dreamzzz]

Puppy

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You get a four-legged friend

After your contract with Arsenal runs out, you have a lot of options.

You could have had your pick of the WSL - United wanted you, City wanted you, Chelsea had made an expensive offer that you were more than happy to turn down. The NWSL had expressed an interest as well but America wasn't something you wanted.

It was only when you were wrapping up your last training session at Arsenal before the World Cup did you get a call from your agent.

"Barcelona," He says," They're interested. They're rivalling Chelsea in the amount of money they're willing to pay you."

You couldn't care less about the money. "Set up the meeting."

The meeting was merely a formality and soon, you were packing up your things from London, saying goodbye to Arsenal and flying to Barcelona.

Momma and Morsa come with you, helping you move in.

Morsa laments about the flight times. "It's a lot further than London," She tells you like you don't already know," Almost five hours from home."

You roll your eyes as you unpack another soft blanket. "Morsa, I'll be fine. If anything happens, I'll call Tia Tana or Alexia. I'm not completely helpless."

"Your Morsa is just having a hard time adjusting," Momma assures you," She doesn't like the fact that you're leaving properly."

You roll your eyes again. "I already left properly."

Momma cradles your face. "Try telling her that. You're always going to be her little girl."

You huff but don't argue any longer, preoccupied with placing little knick-knacks on your shelves. At the bottom of one of the boxes is your childhood pet, Rocky the rock. You look at him fondly before giving him pride of place next to your medals.

"You still have that?" Morsa laughs as she joins you.

You roll your arms. "Hey! The bond between a girl and her pet rock is indescribable. Rocky is an important part of who I am."

"You and that rock-"

"His name's Rocky!"

"-Are so cute. You used to take that everywhere with you."

You roll your eyes. "You wouldn't let me get a puppy or a kitten."

"I think a puppy or a kitten would have been too much for the three of us," Momma says," We already had our hands full with you."

You scoff. "I was an angel."

"Hmm," Morsa says, pressing a kiss to your temple," Most of the time."

She and Momma exchange a look briefly and you're instantly suspicious when you catch Momma's phone getting a notification that you instantly see her clear from her screen.

"What are you two up to?"

Both of them smile even more suspiciously as there's a knock on the door.

"This isn't finished."

"I think it is," Momma murmurs behind you as you swing open the door.

"Hola!"

"Hola, Tia Tana," You say before suddenly falling silent.

There's a wriggling puppy in her arms and you coo softly, hand out for it to lick.

It's a Spitz of some kind. You're not sure which but it's definitely a Spitz. Those are your favourite kind of dogs. It's got a kind of reddish fur that looks really pretty and he's full of little wiggly energy that's absolutely adorable.

"He's so pretty, Tia Tana," You say as she lets him loose," I didn't know you got a dog."

"I didn't."

You sit on the floor with the puppy. "He's so cute. It is a he, right?"

Tia Tana nods. "It's a boy."

"You're so cute," You say to him, letting him jump up on your lap," Yes, you are. A very handsome boy. Like a little prince."

"A prince for our princesse," Morsa says," How do you like him?"

You don't quite understand what she means so you just coo over your new friend. You wished he was Tia Tana's so you could see him more often.

"Are you puppy sitting?" You ask her," He's so sweet."

Tia Tana laughs. "In a way," She says," I'm handing him off to his owner today. He's had all of his shots. He's been neutered and everything."

"He's so cute. I'd love to have a word with your owner. You're too handsome to let go."

"That's good," Momma says," Because he's staying with you."

You look up in shock, brows furrowed. "What?"

"We'd feel better if you had some company," Morsa explains," So we got into contact with Aitana before you moved to see if she could find a puppy for you."

"He's a Finnish Spitz," Tia Tana says with a smile," His Mami was very sociable and his Papa goes on runs with his owner. I'm sure he could keep up with you."

You look between the three of them. "Really?"

"Yes," Momma says with the smallest of smiles," He's yours, princesse. Why don't you give him a name?"

"Prins," You say instantly and your mothers start laughing.

"What's funny?" Tia Tana asks.

"His name means prince," Morsa laughs," Truly, a little prince for our princesse."

Prins barks, his little tail wagging. You stroke your fingers through his fur.

"We need to go back out," You say suddenly," We have to get him food! And a bed! And toys!"

"Already done," Tia Tana says," It's all being delivered soon."

You look down at Prins. He looks up at you, curly little tail wagging happily as he nibbles at your shirt sleeve with his little baby teeth.

"This is the best gift ever!"

[jake-g-lockley]

Sin Without Limits (Javier Peña x reader)

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist

*gif not mine*

Warnings: MDNI, Narcos Season 2 and 3 spoilers, canon-usual violence, unhinged behaviour from Agent Peña and reader, unprotected p in v sex, choking, spanking (?), oral (m and f receiving), knife play (if you squint), overstimulation, angst, swearing 

A/N: bruh I just cleaned this one up and I'm appalled at what I have written but enjoy. I’ve written a secondary plot (and changed some sequence) to what happened at the end of season two heh

Word count: 7.7 k (wtf)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You trained your gaze on him as you leaned your entire weight onto the truck. You watched him pace and scan the officers before him, his hand clenching and unclenching as he tried to stim his anxiety away. Watching a DEA Agent act skittish is not always the best thing in your books.

You felt your breath quickening slightly as Steve slapped his back and beckoned you to join them. You jogged to keep up with them as they jumped into a truck. You turn in the front seat to look at him. The eye contact he made with you for a millisecond told you everything you needed to know. Javier Peña looked absolutely terrified. 

“...armed men…”

“Checkpoint…”

You caught a few words of what Steve was trying to tell the both of you and you realized that your suspicions that you had been having for the past few days are slowly unfolding to show you a harsh reality, a reality that you were not ready to admit to. You watch from the truck as Javier convinced the men to lower their weapons, after Steve’s failed attempt. The way you could pin-point the shiver in Javier’s hands even from a distance made you curse yourself for being so aware. You watch his hands curl up to clutch the collar of his bullet-proof vest, as he spoke to Steve, the one constant tell that you could pull from him and your heart broke under the pressure that your brain was putting you through. 

You masked the heart wrenching pain that you were going through until Steve left the office. It was just you and Javier, like how it had been for the past few months, working late, going home to nothing but the empty shells. You hadn’t even noticed you were staring at him until he called your name. 

“Everything good, mariposa?” He said, squinting through his cigarette smoke. 

You had to confront him, this was your only chance. You nod and try to find the right words.

“Just wondering how Los Pepes always manage to get there before we can.” you say softly, picking at a hangnail on your finger. 

You catch Javier shrugging on your peripheral and decide your next best move.

“What if there's someone here who’s telling them what to do?” you said, locking your eyes with him. 

“Well, a rat wouldn’t be surprising to me, that's how this world works, mariposa.” he huffed, setting down his cigarette and rubbing his face with his hands. 

“Hmm.” you got up and pushed Javier’s chair away from his desk, perching above it as you stared down at him. “Javs?” 

He looks up at you, but his eyes don't find yours, settling to look past them.

“Look at me.” you whispered, tracing his jaw with your fingers.

“I am.”

“No, look at me properly, Javs, or I swear to god-”

He does, and that gives you all the confirmation you need.

“You’re fucking around with Los Pepes, aren’t you?” you murmur, your eyes wide with fear. 

Javier nods slowly as he looks away from you. You gasp softly as a tear runs down your cheek. You slid off his desk and turned away from him, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“Marip-”

“Are you out of your fucking mind, Javier?!” you scream before he could continue. “And don’t fucking call me that.”

“It’s not a big deal, I’m handling it.” he said getting up from his seat and walking towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed, that I can fucking assure you. Those assholes are killing innocent people in their quest to take down Escobar, you know? People who don’t deserve to fucking die, Javier.” you said, shaking his hand off you. “Their blood will be on your fucking hands.”

Suddenly, you found yourself being slammed into a nearby wall. Javier was towering over you, a glowering look etched upon his face. 

“I need you to shut that pretty mouth of yours. We all are working towards one goal, don’t you dare blame me for trying out my last option.” he snarled. “Anyway, what the fuck can you even do about it, report me?”

You stared up at him, your gaze hardened and unfaltering.

“What if I did? You’re gonna go down their fucked up root, Javier? Hmm? Go on, kill me then for knowing your little secret.” you mocked him, straightening your back and standing a little taller. 

Javier’s breath hitched a little but he didn’t budge.

“They are going to use you like the whore you are and then when they’re done with you, they’re gonna put a bullet through this thick skull of yours and leave you all fucked out.” you spat. 

The next thing you know, Javier’s hand was around your throat as he flattened you against the wall with his entire body weight. He wasn’t squeezing you, but a rush of panic settled in the pit of your stomach as you stared into the raging fire in his eyes. He moved forward until his face was next to yours as your hand reached up to grab at his.

“Want me to show you what a whore can do?” his lips grazed the shell of your ear as your breath quickened. 

He brought his face in front of yours until the both of you were nose to nose. You could see every tiny detail on his face and if he got any closer his lips would be on yours. You contemplated making the first move as Javier’s fingers flexed at your throat, pushing a whole flow of arousal straight down between your legs. A part of you almost forgot why he had you pinned against the wall, and it made you a little afraid by the way he was taking you apart just with one swift move. 

The sound of the phone ringing brought Javier out of his trance and he immediately let go of you. You immediately hurry away from him and grab your jacket, not even turning to look back at him as adrenalin pushes you to jog out of the office. 

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Javier kept his aviators on inside as he squinted at the work he was doing. He could clearly remember what he had done to you but could only vaguely remember what happened after that. He had drowned himself in whatever liquor he could find lying around and stumbled into the office in the morning with an almighty hangover that could rival the power of two colossal giants fighting. He obviously felt awful about how he treated you yesterday and dreaded leaving his apartment in the morning. Steve gave him an understanding pat on the back, handing him a painkiller which Javi took gingerly and accidentally made eye contact with you. 

You instinctively looked away from him, his warning from last night ringing loud and clear in your head when you slyly glanced at the wall that he had pinned you to. In a weird turn of events, you still couldn’t decide whether you were scared or turned on by his threat. Although, you do have to admit that calling him a whore was a little over the top, despite all of the picturesque rumours you had heard about him. Being the only woman on the team meant that you had to deal with questioning individuals from the red-light district and that ultimately gave you a clear idea of what Javier Peña’s sex life sounded like and you hated yourself that you were slightly intrigued. Your thoughts were interrupted again when Javier slid a tiny piece of paper in front of you and walked away. You raised an eyebrow at his retreating figure as you grabbed the note.

Mens. Stall five. Now.

You were still pissed at the way he was engaging with Los Pepes. Javier is practically giving them full leeway to do whatever they please, but if he seems to think that if that's the way they are going to get to Escobar, then so be it. Besides, you’d like to see how this plan of his plays out, despite the part of you that is scared shitless about the consequences that he might face after this ordeal. 

You rolled your eyes and got up only to be stopped by your boss. You froze and crumpled the paper in your hand, stuffing it into your pocket as fast and discreetly as possible. 

“Agent, how are things?” she asks, staring you down with her usual demeanour.

“All good, boss.” you feigned a smile as your eyes end up landing on that good awful wall again, making your eye twitch slightly. 

“Good, good. I expect to see you at the party tonight.” Messina says, catching you off guard. 

“Hmm?” 

“You know the state party?” 

The fucking state party. You almost forgot that you were invited entirely. Who in their right mind holds a party in the middle of a narco war? 

“Yea, of course, I’ll be there.” You said beaming at Messina.

Sure, you had nothing to wear but whatever to please Messina, you’ll figure something out soon. 

“I’ll see you there then.” You nodded quickly at your boss and quickly walked to the mens as soon as she was out of your sight. 

As soon as you opened the door to stall five, Javier used his brute strength to pull you in, making you collide with his chest. 

“Ouch, man, I have legs, I can invite myself in.” you groaned, rubbing your forehead. 

He sits you down on the closed toilet bowl and kneels down in front of you, his eyes coated in exhaustion as he gazes up at you. 

“Lo siento, mariposa.” he murmured, taking your hand in his. 

“For pulling me into the stall or for working wit-” Javier cuts you off by pressing a hand to your lips.

“For everything.” Javier drops his hand and tugs at your collar, exposing your neck.

His fingers softly trace the skin of your neck as he examines you and you felt slightly frozen by the way he was touching you. To think that those hands were capable of killing a man and having those hands so close to a vulnerable spot caused a shiver to run down your spine. 

“I don’t bruise easily, Javs, if that's what you’re so worried about.” you whispered, bringing your own hand to meet his. 

“Lo-”

“Say that you’re sorry again and I’ll kick you in the dick and walk out. I think you know that if I wanted to disarm you yesterday, I could have. I have work to do dumbass, so what's up?” you rushed through your words, noting how Javier’s eyebrows furrowed. 

“I need your help.” Javier says after a moment of silence.

You nodded him along and he gulped, his eyes downcast at your shoes. 

“I heard from my CI that there is going to be a person at the state party that's going to be the key for some information that I need.” He whispers. “I need you to help me get that information.”

“And is this information for us, or for Los Pepes?” you say, curling a finger under Javier's chin and tipping his head so that you can catch him if he tries to lie.

“For us.” he said, holding your gaze tightly.

“Why aren’t you asking Murphy?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Obviously because you already know about it, you know?” he hissed and you grinned back at him.

“Hmm, okay.” you hum, surprising Javier.

“That’s it? Man, I thought I had to pull up some waterworks to convince you.” Javier chuckled nervously, rubbing his collarbone.

“Honestly, I’d do anything to get away from Messina at this point. I’m the newest recruit here, she's gonna make me socialise.” you pulled a face, making Javier smile. “Besides, now I’m more valuable to you than Steve.”

“That's my mariposa.” you roll your eyes at his excessive use of the endearing word.

Secretly, you loved it. Mariposa, or “butterfly” sounded a little too close to mi esposa, or “my wife” and it tingles your insides everytime Javier would call you that. Yet, you always find yourself pushing away the thought of having a nice domestic life with Javier the second he does something reckless and stupid. Sometimes you wonder whether he bribed his way through this job because of how dumb he can be. 

Javier stands up and pulls you up with him but in that moment the both of you hear the door open. Javier quickly sits back down and taps his thighs, gesturing for you to sit and hide your legs. Your eyes widen as the footsteps get closer to the stall and you silently hook your legs over him and straddle his lap. 

“Peña? You in there, man?” Steve’s voice floated through the cracks in the stall’s door. 

It was hard to calm your breathing with the way you had slotted your face in Javier’s neck, breathing in a slight hint of aftershave, smokey goodness and clean skin. You poked him for an answer.

“Uh, yea dude, I’m here.” he croaked out, his voice a little strained, probably from the way you were clinging onto him for dear life. 

“Come on man, you’re taking a shit at work?” Steve groaned and your body shook as you strained hard to keep the laughter in. 

Poor Steve, what a naive man.

“What the hell do you want Steve?” Javier pressed, pulling you closer to stop you from bursting out into laughter.

It must have worked because when Javier pulled you closer, his thigh hit something so devastatingly amazing that you felt yourself being rendered into a shocked silence.  

“Hurry up, there’s a meeting we gotta go to. And remember to wash your hands, you filthy fuck!” Steve chortled as he walked out of the mens.

You and Javier waited with baited breath for a few seconds before you brought your face out of the crook of Javier’s neck.

“He didn’t see you walking in he- wait are you okay?” Javier caught the flush look on your face as you turned to look at him.

You blink twice at Javier’s beautiful face before nodding your head vigorously. He hadn’t even touched you and you slowly felt yourself being pulled apart by him. Javier didn’t look convinced but he shrugged it off as he helped you get off from his lap. 

“Aight, I will see you later at the state party?” He said, steadying you.

“Yep.” you mumbled, giving him a tight lipped smile as he exited the stall. 

When you were sure he had left, you exhaled the breath you were holding and pinched the bridge of your nose. 

Today was going to be a long one.  

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Javier nervously checked his watch for the billionth time. You were late. You were always never late, always clocking in earlier than him. He couldn’t deny that he was trying hard to hide how nervous he felt. He never wanted to bring you into this, but he always had a feeling that you were going to somehow find out anyway. The disappointment he felt was indescribable, he hated himself for being too obvious. 

He adjusted his mask again, uncomfortable with the way it was cutting at the soft skin covering the back of his ears. His eyes searched in the sea of masks, hoping that they would land on yours. The dim lighting made it hard to see through the masquerade themed party and Javier strained hard, willing for you to appear. 

Suddenly, a beautiful figure steps into his line of sight. Javier couldn’t take his eyes off the figure, watching them sway as their dress hugged them tightly in all the right places, clinging to every curve. The figure walked closer and closer to him until they were in front of him. A long slit exposed a holster that was disguised as a garterbelt, definitely carrying a concealed weapon. Javier instantly recognised your eyes and pushed the mask away to reveal your heavenly face. He stares in disbelief, he had been used to seeing you in suits and minimalistic makeup, and he was ashamed to think that he hadn’t expected this. He felt a rush, a similar rush that he had felt the night before as he scanned your face. 

“You look good, dolled up like this.” he murmured, pushing your mask back on. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” you really had toned down your initial compliment, he looked like a prince, the way his hair was styled and the way the tux complemented his beautiful broad shoulders. 

He offers you his hand and when you take it, he leads the way into a small closet. He clips a microphone to your neckline and you help him thread the wire through your dress. Javier was quite literally smitten by the way you looked. He resisted the urge to run his hands down your curves and he tried to rid his mind from remembering the way your body had been pressed up against him before. He sighs and kneels down, looking up at you.

“Can I?” he said, gesturing at the transponder and your thigh.

You nod and watch as he gently pulls the slit in your dress aside to hook the tiny transponder onto your holster. His other hand steadied himself by gripping your thigh and you felt like you were going to melt in his grip. A tremor ran through your body and it didn't go unnoticed by Javier. He smiled to himself and purposely tried to let his touch linger, sliding his fingers slowly across your soft skin, savouring the feeling of you. Your breathing gets slightly heavier but you let him do as he pleased. 

When he finally hooked the transponder and slowly got up, the eye contact he was making with you sent an army of butterflies to violently collide with your stomach. You could literally cut the thick atmosphere with the knife you had on you as Javier held your gaze like it was his last lifeline. His eyes were slightly hooded and he looked as if he was about to say something when you broke eye contact with him and let your eyes drop to his lips. Before the both of you could do or say anything, the sound of footsteps snapped you out of your haze.

“Alright, the floor is yours, take it away.” Javier cleared his throat, nodding towards the door. 

He handed you a key, the key that he booked under a pseudonym so that you could interrogate the intended target away from the prying eyes of people. You took it and slipped it onto your tiny purse, your mind racing. You swallow and nod, hoping your guise was enough to mask you from the people you were going to eavesdrop and enough to mask the lust that was blooming for Javier Peña. 

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You let Javier lead you through the sea of masks, as he searched for his intended target. You felt out of place, watching people dance while you followed him around to do his bidding. 

“Javs?” you whisper, pulling him closer to you

“Hmm?” he turned to look at you.

“Dance with me.” 

“But-” 

“I said, dance with me, I have a plan.” you said firmly, pulling his hand to settle it onto your waist. 

He stares at you for a second and again you feel as if the whole world has stopped around you. You found yourself craving for his attention, to feel his hands on you again and only then you could think on how to make the next move. He readjusted his hand that was at your waist and held you firmer, his confidence radiating out of him as he laced his free hand with yours. You tried to refrain from savouring the feeling of your hand on his tough shoulder but you slowly felt yourself being lost to him as he started to lead the both of you into a slow dance. 

You straightened your back and kept your eyes trained on Javier only looking past him when you judged it was safe. You spotted your prey, a lawyer who was known to make deals with the cartels. You tapped Javier twice on his shoulder and he turned the both of you around, immediately spotting the lawyer from where the both of you were standing. You could feel his grip tightening slightly as he pulled you closer to him, your arm trapped between your two bodies. 

You were so close to Javier’s jaw, surveying its sharp edge as he gritted his teeth. It was perfectly sculptured as if an artist had taken a chisel to it. Before you could think twice, you pressed your lips to his jaw, leaving a light imprint of red lipstick. The tip of your nose dug into his cheek, and when you breathed in you could smell the delicious scent of his aftershave, intoxicating you and driving you to do what you need. Javier’s grip loosened and you pulled yourself away from him to walk towards the lawyer, turning to wink at the stunned Javier as you parted the sea of disguised individuals, your lipstick stain staining like a work of art on the canvas that is his beautiful face. 

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It didn’t take long for Javier to find another woman to dance with. He kept a watchful eye on you, but willed to keep his distance. He continued to grit his teeth and lock his jaw to contain every ounce of violence that was trying to emit out of him as he watched the dirty lawyer run a finger up your bare arm. He tried not to push the woman he was dancing with aside as the lawyer suddenly grabbed you and pulled you flush against his body. Javier could hear your giggle and it made his blood boil hot watching you being touched like that. His eyes followed you as you led the lawyer to the room, partially glad that his plan was unfolding. 

When Javier got to the outside of the room, he held his gun in front of him in his usual defensive stance, hoping that you had enough in you to overpower the lawyer. He heard a thud and he immediately swung the door open and found you standing over the lawyer, the sharp edge of your high heel pressed firmly where his sternum was. You smirked as you crouched low, putting all of your weight onto the foot that was atop the lawyer’s chest. You smoothly pulled out your blade from your holster and mockingly shushed the lawyer as he screamed while you made a spectacle of cleaning the blade. 

You could feel Javier’s eyes on you but you didn’t acknowledge his presence. You could tell that he was undoubtedly staring at you while you blatantly flirted with the lawyer on the dance floor. You wanted Javier to feel the anger, to know that you were risking almost everything for him. You hold the blade at the lawyer's throat and smile innocently at him.

“My informants have given me a tip that you have been in contact with a certain important sicario. Tell me where La Quiqa is hiding and I’ll think of sparing your measly life.” you hiss in Spanish, pressing the blade slightly harder. 

Blood beaded at the edge of your knife and you raised your eyebrow amusedly as the man below you whimpered and begged for his life. He turned to Javier and started to beg him instead and you rolled your eyes at the man and slapped the lawyer.

“Don’t you dare think for a second that I am more patient than my partner here. I’ll slit your throat open before you can feel the bullet passing through your skull.” you continued to jeer. 

“Okay fine! I’ll tell you where La Quiqa is!” the lawyer screamed. 

You kept your heel planted firmly against the lawyer’s chest as Javier rang Steve. The second the information was passed across, you stepped off the lawyer and he scrambled away from you. Javier caught him by the collar and pulled him up. 

“You do not breathe a word about this to a single person, or I swear to god, I'll unload this gun in your mouth.” he sneered before pushing the man out of the room.

Once he was gone, you perched onto the edge of the bed. 

“Won’t he go and warn La Quiqa?” you question.

Javier stayed silent for a while. He then suddenly walked towards you and got onto his knees, removing your high heels from your feet and setting them aside. He had already given Los Pepes the information that the lawyer would be outside of the hotel within seconds. He made a deal that the police force gets to arrest La Quiqa while Los Pepes can extract information from the lawyer, which was a win in his books. 

“He won’t get far.” was all that he said as he looked up at you, his hand massaging your calf. 

You lean forward and take his face in your hands. One of your hands fan out and you stroke his cheek, and he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a second. He wrenched them open again almost as if he didn’t want to lose sight of you. His hand at your calf reached out to grab your arm and he slowly started to rub your skin. You knew he was trying to erase the lawyer’s touch off you and you smiled at the gesture.

“What?” you question, reading his eyes, knowing he had something to say.

“I can’t stand it.” he whispered.

“Stand what?”

“The way he had his hands on you.” Javier’s hands were shaking now and you could see a fire raging in his dark brown eyes. 

“Javs, we just needed the infor-”

“I don’t like it when people touch what is mine.” he growled slightly, making your heart leap to your throat. 

“I’m not-”

“You are.” he confirmed firmly, his chest heaving now with shallow puffs of his breath. 

“Then, show me how I’m yours.” you sighed, your lungs constricting your last bit of oxygen. 

Javier stands up, and you could tell that there was a shift in his demeanour at your words as he gazes down at you. He towers over you, looking absolutely dazzling under the dim lighting.

“Only if you’re okay with it.” 

“Of course I am.” you say a little too quickly for your liking. 

“Kneel.” He says, his voice edging lower, sending an array of goosebumps at the nape of your neck as your vision blurred slightly. 

But you kept your chin up and knelt between his feet. 

“What? Not gonna kiss me first, Peña?” You smirked, knowing that you were pushing his buttons. “Too used to fucking whores?” 

He smoothed out the hair that fluttered to your forehead, running his fingers through your locks until he got to the nape of your neck. Suddenly, his hand grabs you by your hair and your eyes widen. He tips his head to the side and surveys the look on your face. 

“No, I’m gonna fuck you like the teasing brat you are. I’ll only kiss you when I know you’ve learnt your lesson.” He gives you a smug smile. 

His hand loosened its hard grip, leaving a delicious stinging sensation at your scalp. His fingers trailed to your lips, tapping them.

“Open, mariposa.” you were positive that he knew how that nickname made you feel and your jaw automatically dropped open. 

“So she does follow instructions.” he said pointedly before leaning over and spitting in your mouth. 

You knew from that second that the man before you was not going to let you off easy and a small voice at the back of your head was giggling gleefully at the prospect of your night. You closed your mouth and swallowed, only to open it up right away, making Javier nod in appreciation. You edge closer, placing your hands on his legs.

“Go on, take what you need.” you were already running your hand up his thigh before he could finish his sentence. 

You cup his hardened bulge and he hisses, but surprisingly lets you have your way. Your fingers shake slightly as you undo his slacks, letting them fall to his ankles, revealing that he had in fact gone commando. You would have rolled your eyes if you didn’t take note of how big he was. Your sharp inhale didn’t go unnoticed by Javier and he watched as you shifted your weight from one knee to the other slightly nervously. 

“Like what you see?” he questioned smugly. 

You couldn’t let him know you were anywhere close to backing out, you wanted this as much as he did. You spit on your hand and grab his length, pumping him from base to tip, letting your thumb graze his tip only to watch him writhe slightly. 

“I’ve seen better.” you smirked back, looking up at him from under your lashes.

Before he could form a retort, you licked a long strip down his cock and whatever he was going to say was mingled in a strangled moan. You continued with small controlled kitten licks, testing out all his soft spots before closing your mouth over the tip and sucking softly. Taking your time, you invite him into your mouth at a slow pace, partially teasing him and partially adjusting yourself to his size. 

You gradually swallowed around him, gagged slightly when he pistoned his hips slightly forward. He pushed you on and you swallowed around him, making him groan proudly as he bottomed out into your mouth, your nose nestling in his curls.

“Look who’s the whore now.” he managed to say as his hands found your hair to grab onto. 

You rolled your eyes at him and began to move your mouth along him, sucking him hungrily. He sang his praises, incoherent moans spilling out of him. He wanted to punish you, to teach you a lesson, but how could he when you were taking him so well, without a single complaint or cry. It made him want to worship you instead. But the primal creature inside of him forbade it and it took over him, making him pull out of your mouth and slam back. You choked around him but the sounds that he made spurred you on, letting your tongue lick his underside. Your perfectly done makeup was most definitely ruined as you felt your eyes water. You both were definitely in a game of seeing who could tap out and for a second you thought that you could in fact overpower this man. 

Oh, how wrong you were. 

Javier suddenly pulls you off him but didn't give you a chance to take a breath, pulling you up to your feet and letting his lips meet yours in a frenzied fashion,

“Lose your limits, mariposa, just give me a chance to prove to you just what I can do.” he pulled away and commanded sinfully, but he might as well had just done it straight to your cunt from the way you were already soaking. 

“What are you waiting for Javs?” you exhaled and he reclaimed your lips with his. 

He pressed himself hard against you, making you moan as he showed off his possessiveness. He licked into your mouth, groaning at how sweet you tasted. You could taste cigarettes on his breath and it instinctively made you want to rut your hips against his hard on, an aroused buzz coursing through your veins. He pulled away slightly, not before nipping your lips and drawing another moan from you. 

Javier pushed you down onto the bed, falling on top of you. He dragged the tip of his nose down your neck and sunk his teeth into the soft skin of your neck. You reeled at the pain that surged up your spine before crying out loud at the way he started to kiss and suck your neck. You were pretty sure that he was thinking about you claiming that you don’t bruise easily, making it his priority to mark you with all he’s got. When he was satisfied, he pulled away and smirked at you before flipping you over. You felt the bed dip around you as Javier’s fingertips grazed the back of your neck, moving your hair aside.

You felt his hand at your holster, slowly pulling out your blade and letting it skim across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps, making you whimper slightly. Suddenly, you felt it at your dress, the sharp edge almost touching you as it tore your dress open. You were mad but it was was your turn to smirk as Javier gasped at the surprise that met his eyes. His knuckle skimmed your skin and you could tell that he was staring open mouthed at the delicate branch of flowers trailing along your spine. 

“Fuck, youre fucking beautiful.” he hissed, feeling like it was Christmas, hastily pulling away your dress like it was wrapping paper to reveal you all bear for him, tossing it aside with your knife. 

You were completely naked under your dress and Javier was impressed. He let his hands explore you, leaving no inch of skin unattended. 

“Stop being a fucking tease.” you moan, secretly relishing the way he was taking his time. 

Suddenly, he smacks your ass hard, drawing a muffled moan from you as you bury your face in the sheets, before flipping you over again. He immediately ran his hands up and down your body, quenching his quest of wanting to touch you. The shape of your body drove him mad and he wanted to worship you, to make you call out to him and only him. 

He testily palm at your tits, moaned together, you at the stimulation, him at the way you felt under his hand. He tweaked your hardening nipples, making you writhe and moan. While you were distracted, your legs fell open and Javier brushed a finger through your slick, making you moan.

“Fuck, Javs…” you breathed as he pushed a finger inside of you and brought it back out for you to taste. 

“I bet you taste great, but I’ll get mine straight from the source.” he smirked, as your tongue swirled around his finger, sucking it the way you did his cock.

Your clit is warm and throbbing under his touch and you shudder as he starts to massage it back and forth. He bends down and his tongue licks slowly up your wetness, parting your pussy lips and teasing your clit, going absolutely feral at the way you tasted. 

You shiver and moan, arching your hips trying to get him to lick you more. Instead he stops and you immediately whimper and bite your lip trying not to show how badly you wanted him to keep licking. You grind your hips against his face, your clit catching his nose and you whine, grabbing onto his hair and pulling him closer to your pussy. He finally caves in and gives you what you want, holding you down and pushing his tongue into you. 

He greedily fucks you with his tongue, putting in a new meaning to eating you out as his hands spread you wide open and his tongue scoops out every remnant of your wetness. Your clit isn’t abandoned with the way his thumb gave it all of its attention. It doesn’t take long before it’s too much and you start to feel the orgasm start to wash over you. Your body bucks involuntarily at his touch as he slows it to match your moans. His big dark brown eyes watches you intently from his vantage point, wanting to see how the first orgasm he gives you absolutely wreaks havoc on your body. 

You were absolutely out of it, the orgasm ripping every cell in your body in half, rendering you absolutely useless. You shook in Javier’s arms, only vaguely hearing his praises as they floated their way into your ears. Your eyes are shut and you didn’t realise that he was already plotting his next plan to destroy you. You feel something nudge your entrance and Javier slips into you without any resistance, and his lips are back on your mouth, swallowing your moans. 

One of his hands found yours, gripping them at the wrist and breaking the kiss only to pin them over your head. He held them firmly, one wrist between his thumb and index finger and the other wrist between his index and middle finger, locking them in position as he started pistoning his hips. Your eyes were hooded as you looked up at him, indulging the way sweat made his face shine and glow. 

“You look fucking deadly like this, cariño, all spread out for me.” he grunts as his cock continued its assault on your pussy.

You clench down around him and he slumps slightly, not expecting that move from you as you lazily pull your lips into a smirk. He pushes on deeper, hitting all the best spots, pressing down on your wrists harder. You feel your juices squelch out of you and onto the bed. Your tits jiggle harder and the bed frame creaked with Javier’s thrusts as he slowly lost himself in you. 

“Javs, yes… don’t stop, please…” you whine as he keeps slamming into you harder. 

“Say my name again,” one thrust. 

You mumble, trying your best to let his name tumble out of your voice box.

“Please, say it.” he trusts again. 

“Javier…” his cock literally pushes his name out of you. 

Suddenly, Javier pulls out and flips you over before you could lean towards your pleasure. You whimper at the emptiness you felt, your pussy fluttering around nothingness. You felt your arms being gathered at your back by one of Javier’s arms and he bent you backwards so that your chest stuck out. You gasped for air, sweat sticking bits of your hair to your forehead.  

“Who do you belong to?” his mouth was back on your neck, leaving kisses in between his questions. 

“You…” you clearly did by the way he had just used you. 

“Never going to let a filthy criminal touch you again.” he growled in your ear and you smiled, coming to your senses.

“Says the criminal who is touching me.” you feel a spike in your confidence as the words leave your mouth, only to have it crashing back to ground zero as Javier dropped you onto the bed. 

“Oh you’re going to regret that, mariposa.” he says and you could visualise him grabbing his cock and feeling the stretch as he shoves himself back into you. 

His hand inched its way around your throat, and he pulled you up again, making you choke. Your pussy betrayed you as you clenched down on him, making him laugh deliriously. 

“You fucking like it when I did that to you yesterday, didn’t you, you slut.” his hand grips harder at your throat, squeezing ever so slightly, his touch is forceful, masterful, alluring with the hidden depths of just the right amount of sensuality as he pulls your head closer to his. You helplessly tried to ask him to keep going, came out of your mouth like hot garbage from the strain his hand was putting on your throat.

“Harder, I need it harder.” you breathlessly spoke.

“I know, baby, I know” his soft words were a huge contrast with the way he was manhandling you.

Now all you can think of is his hard cock, there’s a pulsing in your head, a dizzying, nauseating feeling overcomes your entire body. You can feel his hard body pressing against yours and all thoughts of the night left your head, leaving a void that was soon filled with disgusting, disturbing thoughts. You want this man to fucking ruin you, you had tasted the sin on his lips and you couldn’t help yourself but want more. 

Moaning and whimpering you cum before you even know what’s happening. It was blinding again and you literally lost all sight as your tight cunt contracts and squeezes his cock as tight as you can over and over again in time with his hips thrusts. He doesn’t stop pounding your wet cunt and you let him chase his own orgasm as more filth spills out of his mouth. He makes a wet slapping sound as he fucks you from behind.

After a few more seconds of fucking your cunt you feel him tense up. He lets go of your neck and pulls your hips tight to his and his cock flexes and then begins to spurt his hot cum into you. He folds his body over yours, grunting as he tries to catch his breath, subconsciously canting his hips forward to ride out his own orgasm. His sweaty skin was sticking to yours as you felt his moustache against your neck. 

“Fuck, Javs.” you say first, feeling his heartbeat against your back. 

“Lo siento-”

“And he’s apologising again! What now, Peña?” you sigh.

Javier stays silent for a while before pressing his lips to your shoulder. The air around the both of you smelled like crazy sex and your brain was still slowly coming down from its high. 

“Sorry for calling you a slut.” his hand trailed against your spine, tracing your tattoo.

“Jezz, Javs, you know I like it.” you said, keening into his touch as he smiled against your skin. 

“I’m sorry for calling you a whore too.” you said, smirking as Javier’s hand kneaded your ass. “Although, I do mean it, you’re fuckin’ freaky as hell.”

“You’re welcome.” his hand left your cheek and came back down with a sharp smack. 

Slowly he pulled out of you and you groaned, feeling his cum seep out of you. Two of his fingers pushed his cum back in, to no avail and he eyes your cunt as he does it over and over, accidentally pulling another orgasm out of your sensitive cunt from his trance. 

“Oops.” he mumbles before gently flipping you onto your back and walking to the bathroom. 

He slowly wipes you with a warm towel, avoiding any part of you that could have been potentially sensitive before tossing it aside and laying beside you. You pull his head into your chest and he leaves soft promising kisses onto your tits as you wrap your legs around his torso. You both fall asleep like that, not another word leaving your mouths as the after effects of your madness lulled the both of you into deep and dark dreams. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You were not surprised when you woke up to an empty bed. A pile of fresh clothes sat at the edge and you sighed, willing yourself not to tear up at the abandonment you felt coursing through your veins. You stumbled into work all sore, every part of you hurting from the way Javier had treated you, including your heart. Cheers greeted you and you pulled your collar tightly around your neck as Steve stepped towards you with a cup of what suspiciously looked like whiskey. 

“Let me guess, you guys got La Quiqa?” you said, taking the cup from Steve.

“Yep.” 

You looked around for the one you needed to see the most but your eyes never caught him. 

“I’m guessing you haven’t heard about Javier?” Steven suddenly says, making your eyes snap towards him instantly. 

“What?”

“He turned himself in, just got on the flight back to D.C. for his re-evaluation.” Steve says, shrugging, but the sadness was evident in his voice. 

Your head swimmed as you stared into your cup of whiskey. He has truly left you. 

Without even a single goodbye. 

You nod to no one in particular, anger driving you to stay upright. You sigh and walk towards your desk. 

“What are you waiting for, Murphy?” You said shortly, “We have Escobar to catch.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A few months later

Javier sat at the bar and swirled his drink in his hand revealing his past few months. He woke up every morning to the thought of you and tried hard to drink the feeling of you away with bottles of the shit he kept at home. But here he was, back in Bogotá, nervously tapping his leg, wondering when he would ever catch a glimpse of you.  

He breathed heavily, reaching into his coat pocket to pull out a cigarette. He placed it between his lips and searched for his lighter, but to no avail. He searched again and was ready to admit defeat when a light suddenly flashed before him. 

“Hola patrón. Congratulations on the promotion.”

That voice.

The cigarette dropped out of Javier's mouth as he turned to stare at you. You wore an angry expression on your face, but Javier wasn’t phased. He was so happy to see your beautiful face that a dopey smile unwillingly spread on his face. 

“Who’s the criminal now, you thieving little minx.” he snorted, snatching his lighter away.

“You fucking left me, you asshole!” you started to hit him.

He grabbed your arms and pulled you off the bar stool and flush to his body. 

“No, I fucked you, then I left you. You need to work on your English, mariposa.” he smirked.

It only made you swing harder, but Javier was quicker, pulling your face towards him with his free hand and locking you down with a bruising kiss. You relax into his kiss and you feel him smile triumphantly and you let him, wrenching your arms out of his grasp and pulling him in by his tie. 

You pull away and scowl at him, biting your lip slightly. You take a better look at his getup, smiling slightly at his more professional look, a contrast to the shirts he wore with open buttons. 

“You know I had to go, mariposa, I couldn’t do it anymore.” he said, smoothing out your hair and kissing your forehead. 

“I know. But that doesn’t make me any less mad.” you say, looking straight into his eyes as he pulled away. 

“I know how to make it up to you?” he said, clearly testing the waters.

“Whatever you say, patrón.” you smirked, crashing your lips to his once again. 

Translations:

- Mariposa: butterfly

- Los Pepes: Paramilitary group composed of enemies of Pablo Escobar.

- Lo siento: I’m sorry

- Sicario: hitmen

Reblogs are appreciated ~~

- Cariño: sweetheart

[bibibbon]

I'm really curious if people in the bnha subreddit know the meaning of character development when they say Bakugou changes and has better character development. Whenever I hear this sentence I'm like where tf is the change & development. He is the same guy he was from chapter 1. The only difference I've seen is he shouts less but that's it.

His apology to izuku was shit, his whole talk right after the apology about izuku's chosen path and ideals and how he was asking izuku to rely on him and shitty 1A was pure BS. The 2nd war proved how pathetic Bakugou and 1A were against AFO and my boi Shiggyband it also proved that Izuku was right to go vigilante and his reasons for doing it alone were right.

Also leading 1A's confrontation against Izuku, he never once took accountability for Izuku's mental state. Instead he blamed it on the one person who supported and was actually a positive influence to Izuku. He never opened up to anyone about how he abused and suicide baited Izuku.

He was being a prick to Fuyumi in the endeavour agency arc. Treated his team as lackeys and underlings in the JT arc. Bitched about how he wasn't included in the OFA meeting and disrespected the previous OFA holders. It was irritating that All might didn't tell him to get out for disrespecting Nana. Anyone other than Bakugou would've been a better sparring partner for Izuku during his blackwhip training.

Took izuku out and used him as his punching bag while gaslighting him for not revealing about OFA. Also why and how was he an inspiration to 1A when he didn't do shit for them. It should have only been Izuku.

Goes after the villains and gets himself captured even though he knew he was a prime target for LOV.

And why was he targeted by LOV? Thanks to his overall behaviour and track record from the sports festival fights with Uraraka and Shoto.

Even after knowing shoto's trauma, he still was being a POS to him.

They said he respected Uraraka in the sports festival but before the fight he told her to give up, looked down on her and never saw her as a threat. He was unnecessarily dragging the fight instead of ending it and used excess force in his explosion when it wasn't necessary considering it was just a sport and not a life or death battle. He later says "time to get serious" which means he never took her seriously which debunks Aizawa's claims and validates the audience's criticism of him. Even after the fight he still went and asked izuku if izuku had given a plan to her. This means he never thought Uraraka was capable of devising a strategy. So where was the respect in all this.

The subreddit always said he started to develop after the USJ arc but all the above arcs happened after USJ and none of them showed that he developed.

Hori literally bends the narrative to favour his pet and the bnha subreddit says "hurray character development", "he changed".

People actually claim that bakugo somehow started changing after the usj arc?!?! Really!!!

I personally don't think bakugo's character has had that big of a change at best I can say that he shouts a bit less but other than that there isn't much. The only reason that people think bakugo has changed is because the narrative tries to frame it that way and whenever bakugo does something that's outright wrong like punching Izuku it's painted as "oh that's just bakugo" or it's made into a gag that we are supposed to dismiss or laugh at.

In my opinion it's not just MHA subbredit that believes in bakugo's "amazing" redemption and arc but it's a good chunk of the MHA fandom in general. Heck I remember coming across a post that showed how bakugo changed and @sapphic-agent debunked the post (Iam glad she did and she done it really well)

If bakugo were to properly be developed than a good chunk of his arc should be to develop out of his rivalry or his need for one.

[biteofcherry]

Evaaaaa, do you maybe have any thots on Captain Hydra!Steve? 👀 Perhaps being his little toy that is gifted to him for being such a good soldier? 🫠

Do I have any thoughts on Captain Hydra!Steve?

Dark, dominating, sizzling hot Captain Hydra!Steve?

who may be evil, but he's competent, smart, lethal and looks so fucking hot in that dark, tight suit;

whom you always tried to impress, though at times it seemed impossible, because he rarely shows any kind of appreciation for the soldiers and agents he's leading;

whose firm voice always makes you a bit scared, but also kinda aroused?

He keeps mostly to himself, never allowing any sort of closer relations with anyone, but sometimes would linger doing training sessions and personally give calm pointers (to those deserving, which were only a few);

He takes you by surprise when he tells you to follow him after one of the successful fights;

you really hope it's going to be a promotion you've been working your ass off to earn, dreaming of a higher rank, or perhaps some leadership role for another mission;

Your nerves heighten when Steve leads you to his personal headquarters, but you tell yourself that this really has to be about a promotion, because Captain never shies away from voicing his displeasure with failures in public, so the others could hear and witness humiliation;

your heart truly elates when he announces "It's time you were given a properly suited position for you";

but then you hear the sound of automatic door being sealed behind you, trapping you in Captain's quarters without any chance of getting out (not that you would stand a chance, if he wanted to kill you);

Trying to appear calm, you manage not to stutter as you voice your eagerness to take on any new responsibilities out there in the field;

but Steve's chuckle evokes dread as he slowly steps closer;

"This is your battlefield now, little sparrow. And I'm your conqueror."

You don't dare to step away when he cups your cheek - the act deceivingly tender, though his eyes are cold and glint with heartless triumph;

He pushes you to your knees and forces your face into his crotch, the scent of him permeating thick fabric of his tactic suit and filling your nostrils;

"Show me how eager you are," he ruts into your face, "how dutiful and obedient you're going to be for your Captain."

[lizhaoyu]

Why so shy? PART 1

A/N: Hey, gays. I'm back with a new fic. I started maining Iso for a little over the week, and I can say that I'm loving him. I haven't been seeing a lot of fanfics for him, so I took it upon myself to make one. Iso might be OOC, and I gave the reader shadow abilities because I'm gay. Enjoy thirsting.

Part 1 (You are here.)

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

(Iso x Shy!GN!Reader<3)

Nervous.

That's exactly what you were feeling right now.

You've heard there was a new Valorant Agent coming around, and like the others, you came to greet him with a warm welcome.

But no one really ever said that the new recruit was this attractive.

Currently, the new recruit was greeting Jett and Phoenix who came up to him first.

Meanwhile, you were practically sweating buckets and very much trembling behind Jett.

What do I do??? Should I just walk away now????????, you thought.

"Hey." A smooth sounding voice interrupts your trail of thought.

OH FUCK, you internally died.

You turn to look at the new recruit, taking in his appearance.

Black hair, purple eyes, perfect skin, beautiful lips...

"U-Uh..." You let out. What were you supposed to say to the most attractive person you've ever met????

"I'm Iso." Iso looked directly into your eyes.

"I-I'm..." You stutter, unable to process the fact that he was speaking to you and looking into your eyes.

JESUS HE'S SO ATTRACTIVE WHAT DO I DO OH GOD FUCK IM GONNA COMBUST, you thought.

"Are you alright?" Iso asked, looking concerned.

"Bro, take it easy!" Phoenix ruffles your hair with a laugh. Right, you completely forgot about them. How were you not supposed to forget? A literal angel was in front of you.

"Don't worry, they're just shy." Phoenix grins, giving Iso a thumbs-up.

"I-I'm leaving!" You quickly ran away to hide your flushed face.

IS THAT SERIOUSLY MY FIRST IMPRESSION ON HIM? I'M FUCKED, you thought as your heart raced, your mind was frantic.

You ran quickly into your room, the metal door automatically closing behind you as you pressed a button to lock it.

You jumped in bed, unable to get Iso out of your mind. I mean, how were you supposed to? He looked absolutely astonishing and attractive that you immediately froze on the spot.

How were you supposed to talk to him like this? The moment he spoke to you, your heart immediately started doing cartwheels and your stomach was filled with a whole zoo of butterflies.

Even worse, you were reminded that Brimstone assigned you for the first training with the newbie. You were absolutely fucked.

Iso was to blame for looking like that. He was too attractive and handsome and beautiful and pretty and gorgeous and charming and lovely and delightful and appealing for his own good.

Right now, all you had to do was prepare yourself for Iso.

-

Last night, you barely had enough sleep. You were mentally preparing to face Iso without stuttering and your face flushing. You can't fuck up the training either, you had to keep up appearances.

You drag yourself out of your room with a tired expression, practically looking like a zombie out and about in the hallways.

You tried fixing your appearance, you really did. After all, you still had to look good despite the lack of sleep, right?

You press the button to open the training room's door, dragging yourself in with a sigh.

"Good morning." You hear Iso's voice beside you.

"Gah!" You jump, unable to process Iso's presence so early in the morning.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you." Iso chuckles.

"N- It's fine...!" You shook your head, trying to compose yourself and prevent your face to flush.

"We didn't get to properly talk yesterday. Again, I'm Iso." Iso gave you a small smile.

"I heard about you from Brimstone. You're supposed to train me, right?" Iso continued.

"Ah-, yes. Should we start or do you want to warm up first?" You gave him a nervous smile. You tried hard not to stutter, really.

"No need. I'm really excited to see your abilities. Brimstone said that I should see for myself." Iso shook his head.

"Let's start. Grab whichever gun you feel comfortable with on the rack, and we'll start with the headshot accuracy training first." You nod, taking a Sheriff. It's one of your best picks, and you were eager to give Iso a great second impression.

Iso nods, standing beside you and taking a Vandal from the table.

TOO CLOSE HSGDGSAFDHASFD, you thought as you walked to the controller and spawning the training dummies.

"R-Right, so... For the first challenge, I need you to shoot the dummies in under 30 seconds. Try to get as much headshots as possible." You held the Sheriff tightly.

"Understood." Iso nods, getting into a stance and aiming his Vandal at the dummies, waiting for your approval to start.

"Begin." You nod to Iso, keeping an eye on his accuracy.

Iso quickly started shooting the targets, finishing them off with great accuracy and speed.

OMBSJDGJHASDG HE'S SO COOL AHSHASAHJGDS, you thought.

"Did I do good?" Iso looks at you, breaking your trail of thought.

"Oh- yes! Very good." You laugh nervously, checking your timer.

dont blush dont blush dont blush, you thought.

"You destroyed them all in 17.2 seconds, nice!" You smile, pocketing the timer.

"We can start with peer-to-peer ability counter training now... Uh, basically, we 1v1 but like... No shooting each other, haha." You smile awkwardly.

"Do we not use guns?" Iso asks.

"W-Well, we do. But we take out the ammo to prevent any friendly-fire." You look away, your face reddening slightly.

You take out the ammo from your Sheriff. Iso sees this and starts taking out the magazine and ammo out of his Vandal as well.

"A-Anyway... My abilities are shadow-related, much like Omen. We're kinda different, though." You explain.

"Back to the training at hand, I want you to try and counter me and my abilities with your own. Rest assured that I won't hurt you." You smile nervously.

"I understand. Do we start now?" Iso nods.

"Yes, let's start." You nod, standing a few meters away from him.

Iso nods, casting his ability, Contingency, to help himself push forward. He pushed through his wall, hoping to try and disarm you of your weapon.

However, when Iso lunged through his wall, you were nowhere in sight. Iso looked around swiftly, trying to discern your location. Suddenly, Iso feels the muzzle of your Sheriff behind on his nape.

"Right here, Iso." You press the muzzle of your Sheriff gently behind his neck.

"Woah..." Iso mumbles, slowly turning around with his eyes wide, like a cat.

OH FUCK DID I JUST DO THAT? ADNJGDASHGDSBDASD, you thought.

"I- Sorry! I, uh..." You quickly put away the Sheriff, your face flushing.

"How did you do that? That was amazing." Iso asks, his voice showing signs of eagerness.

OMG DID HE JUST COMPLIMENT ME? I'M DEAD, your mind raced.

"Was that one of your abilities? That was awesome." Iso continues.

"I- Y-Yes! I call that one 'Shadow Fusion'. Basically, I merge myself in any type of shadow. You have a shadow under you, so I merged myself with it." You explain, albeit nervously.

"A-Anyway... That's all for today's training. You're free to keep training, though." You nod to Iso, walking back to the table and placing the Sheriff on the table.

"Can we train together again sometime?" Iso asks.

HE WANTS TO TRAIN WITH ME AGAIN? SSGDHAFSDH, your mind raced, your face turning a light shade of red.

"Uh- Yeah! Definitely...!" You nervously nod.

"I have a mission briefing with Brimstone soon, I need to run. Uh, see you!" You came up with an excuse to leave, your mind racing with thoughts of him.

"See you soon." Iso smiles, nodding.

AAAAAAAAAAAAA, you thought as you rushed out of the training room.

That night, not once did Iso ever leave your mind.

-

(A/N: Hey gaymers, is this story to your liking? Requests are open to request a specific plot for PART 2. I based reader's personality here with me, because I get so shy whenever an Iso is in game with me, lol.)

[xcerizex]

He arrives after a phone call to find his girlfriend in the hospital. With three grown, fully armed, fully trained and fully built men hospitalized. What does he do?

Cael

It's the same old, same old. He'll mess with their memories a little bit, making sure they don't remember about her Illustra, or about her in general to prevent unnecessary problems. Maybe he'll rewrite their memories, painting her in a harmless light to prevent them from seeing her as a threat.

After all, he can't have them going after her for her powers, that's the last thing he wants, for her to be locked up by someone else. Thankfully, she's taken the extra precaution to not show them too much of her powers, so there's not much he has to do.

He's pretty chill about it. He knows her well enough that even three specialised agents are a piece of cake for someone as skilled as her. He's more worried about the aftermath more than anything.

Sure he'll do a quick checkup on her, old habits die hard after all, but once he's sure that not so much as a scratch got to her, he'll simply smile and ask her what she wants for dinner as if it were a just a normal day.

"Would you prefer to go out tonight, or would you liked it better if I cooked for you instead? You must be famished."

She sidles up to him and holds his arm, requesting his cooking and stating that his homemade meals are better than any restaurant.

As she does so, Cael makes a mental note to investigate about this incident further. And he'll make sure to involve her too of course, but for tonight, he wants to make sure they can spend their time together in peace.

Alkaid

He is extremely freaked out and worried out of his mind, of course. When he gets the call, the first thing he does is rush to the hospital - on foot mind you - and on his way there, the first thing he prays for is her safety and well-being.

Alkaid doesn't quite have a grasp on how powerful his girlfriend is. Sure, he knows that she can take care of herself, but he's still going to be worried as hell. And that's a horrific understatement.

It doesn't help that it was his mom who had informed him of the incident, not his girlfriend. So it's not like he ever got a sign that she was actually okay. Or maybe he had just conveniently forgotten his mom telling him that she was okay.

So when he arrives at the hospital, the first thing he does is do a quick scan over her to pinpoint any injuries only to find instead his very perfectly fine girlfriend, three mummified men wrapped up on the hospital beds, and his own mother, who gives him a stare of...disappointment? She thought she taught him better to listen properly when the other party is speaking.

His girlfriend comes over worried, and wipes the heavy stream of sweat from his brow with her handkerchief all the while fussing over him. She takes his hand and places it on her face, despite Alkaid protesting about how he stinks. All she does is giggle though.

"Thank you for being worried about me, Alkaid. But as you can see, I'm not hurt. I'm not hurt at all."

And he is so, so relieved.

He also almost forgets about her assailants however, who now sports major injuries. Later on, his mother informs him that the matter will be dealt with, and decides to send his respects and well-wishes to the men, wishing for their speedy recovery being the sweet person he is.

Ayn

He is utterly flabbergasted and bamboozled, when he receives a call in the middle of the night and his girlfriend claims that she has committed a crime with a worried voice. And it gets worse when she tells him she's at the hospital. So despite it being very late into the night, he makes the trip to check up on her.

...And finds himself face to face with three men (well, not facing them per say, with all of them knocked out on the beds) sporting several injuries, and the hospital staff praising his girlfriend for calling for help so quickly. To which he calls bull, if the nervous twitch in her eyes and the fidgeting of her feet are of any indication to go by.

He pulls her aside later and asks what happen and it takes a while for him to put two and two together when she says in a sheepish voice;

"Well, I might have um....beaten them up?"

He wants to laugh, and almost does. His little painter defeating three grown men? But all amusement is lost as he hears her recount her story and his heart nearly drops all the way down to his stomach when she reaches the part where she was ambushed.

And honestly? He doesn't feel sorry for them. Not one bit and thinks they got what was rightfully theirs. And he's angry enough to want to get revenge on them while they're still unconscious but composes himself before he does anything extreme.

He kicks the legs of their beds before they leave though, he's petty enough for that.

Putting that aside, he can't help but feel proud of how strong his girlfriend is and always laughs silently to himself whenever his bodyguards insist on following him everywhere. Having his little painter by his side is all he needs, literally.

"It seems that I've become your partner-in-crime for this."

Clarence

In all honesty, when Clarence picks up the phone and hears his girlfriend inform him about her very unexpected, and not at all peaceful encounter, he's worried, of course. But the first thought that crosses through his mind as he sets the phone down and he gets up to go see her is;

"I hope she didn't kill them."

Clarence has a lot of confidence in her strength, or more specifically, her combat abilities. While he's never truly seen her in action, he has most certainly seen the aftermath of their scuffle with Heinrich after counting not one, not three, but several men in black sprawled on the floor half-dead when he goes after her.

Safe to say, he's more worried about the fact that she may incur any legal charges, considering that the whole situation doesn't seem like the average thug incident. He might have to find a way to bail her out in that case.

He only hopes that she won't get into any more danger while he makes his way towards her and breathes a sigh of relief when he finally meets up with her at the hospital. She is pretty much unharmed, as he had expected.

And also sees three men wrapped in layers and layers of bandages, unconscious on the hospital beds, as he had expected.

He has a mild smirk on his face as she explains to both him and the hospital staff about how she found them, lying through her teeth nervously. That stupid smile does not come off his face until she's done and he ushers her away to get a real explanation.

Lars

It takes a few minutes, honestly. To process what his girlfriend had just told him as he makes his way to the hospital. But despite her very abnormal explanation, he takes her words seriously and leaves work early just to make sure she's truly okay.

He's also pretty worried, the way he always is when it comes to her. Until he arrives at the hospital.

He has to stop himself from giggling like a school girl at the three mummies on the bed, knowing it'd be disrespectful (to an extent). But how can he help it, when his little painter is fidgeting her hands while throwing nervous glances at her now knocked out assailants?

Even then, he thinks she's lovely, and is wholly relieved she's safe.

He also can't help but feel ridiculously proud of his girlfriend for beating up three heavily built men all on her own but also feels a little bit bad for them. Maybe they were just following orders, but the smile he wears on his face is wiped off once he realises that there are people after her.

He knows she knows this too, so he decides to take her out for dinner, to alleviate her worries, even if only for a little bit and tells her he'll find a way to deal with it.

After taking her out for dinner, he offers her a pair of sunglasses to wear on the ride home to make her feel cool despite it being fully dark out at night . She takes them without hesitation though, and wears them all the way.

[iloveelliefanfics]

death in your hand

a/n: wrote this due to the result of the poll, i hope y'all like it! I'll also write hc's that i think fits his character. every type of feedback is appreciated! lowkey hate this but i wanted to give what y'all wanted

requests are open, english is still not my first language so if you find something that i should correct, please feel free to do so! pics from pinterest like always.

wc: 1k, proofread

summary: you get hurt on a mission and leon, your husband comes to your rescue

pairing: agent leon kennedy x agent reader

warnings: mention of blood, reader gets impaled

please if you don't like what's above mentioned don't read it. if you continue, enjoy!

Both of you always knew it was risky.

Going on missions even though both of you were fully trained to handle all of the situations you might get into. It seemed like it'll be the usual route. With your husband, Leon it always was easy to handle situations, you were always with him. Well not this time.

You were stubborn on wanting to go on two different paths to get the job done quicker, it took some time to have Leon agree with you. He never liked you being alone on a mission even if you could handle things alone and yourself. After Leon agreed with you. His condition was that you go on the route that seems less dangerous. As you were walking, a strange feeling was creeping up on you, like someone was watching you. You just focused more on your surroundings, trying to keep an open eye for anything that could jump you. A voice spoke from your walkie-talkie, it was Leon.

"Y/N, sweetheart, is everything alright on your side?" He asked concerned for your safety. You pressed the button on your walkie-talkie, and answered his question.

"Yeah, Leon i just have a weird gut feeling nothing much. I'm almost at the destination, is everything okay at you too?" You asked back, still paying your full attention to your surroundings, you could see the building from where you were standing now.

You heard some noise from the walkie-talkie before you heard his voice. "Everything's fine over here, don't worry, darling. I can see the building now, let's try to find two different entrance so we can make sure everything's fine before we continue." You agreed to the plan and went closer and closer to the building.

You arrived at the building, searching for an entrance. You saw a broken window, you thought that'd be your entrance. You climbed up, carefully, after you made your way up to the window and climbed in, you searched for your flashlight and also equipped your pistol for any unwanted surprise. You pressed the button on the walkie-talkie again, updating Leon about your whereabouts in the building.

You searched the room you were in for any signs that could help your mission. you saw that there was a way up to the attic, the old, rotten wooden floor made some not so promising noise as you walked over to the entrance of the attic. As you climbed up on the ladder, you heard some noise coming from inside, that just made you more concerned. You positioned yourself so you could shoot if something was up. As you opened up the door an infected jumped on you, making you lose your balance. You fire your gun but your bullets weren't precise, you fell down, but the rotten floor cracked under your and the infected weight making it break as you fight not to get bitten by it. As you fall through the floor you fall into a wood piece, making you scream in pain, as you fought through the pain the infected falls off of you. Your eyes were too blurry to see much from the tears slowly making it's way down your face.

Leon immediately rushed over to you as soon as he heard the gun shots you fired when you discovered the hidden infected. His heart raced with worry as he saw the extent of your injuries after he saved you. However, he knew he had to remain calm and focused in order to assess the situation properly, he quickly knelt down, carefully assessing the wounds and checking to see if there was anything he could do to help you. "Y/n, darling, are you okay? Can you move?" He held your hand as you were laying there impaled by a wooden piece. You groaned in pain and tried to sit up, but winced in agony. "H-how would I b-be okay... You n-need to help me pull the wooden piece out." You choked out, stuttered, trying to put on a brave face for Leon. Leon placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, trying to reassure you. "Just lie still. Let me take a look at your injuries." He began inspecting the wounds, his hand ran through your body looking for other injuries. noticing the deep cut from the wood and some other smaller cuts and some cuts on your left thigh.

"These cuts on your thigh look bad." He muttered, using some bandages he had to try and staunch the bleeding. "We need to get you back to safety as soon as possible darling." He carefully picked you up, being mindful of your wounds and carried you outside to a safer area.

Once you two were outside, he sat you down on a patch of grass and took a moment to catch his breath. He knew he needed to act quickly and efficiently in order to ensure your safety. He turned to you and spoke in a serious but caring tone. "Sweetheart, I need you to tell me exactly where you're hurt. I need to know the extent of your injuries to help you." He placed a hand on your knee caressing it while paying attention to you.

You winced and nodded, trying to focus on answering his question. "My side really hurts, we need to get that wooden piece out and stitch me up." you said through gritted teeth.

"Does anything else hurts, darling?" He asked inspecting your wound again and placed a hand on your injury.

"Right now nothing else hurts. Just my side." You tried to get the words out of you as fast as you can to make the process faster. Leon nodded in understanding, taking note of all of the areas of your injury. "Alright, let's take care of the bleeding first." He grabbed clean cloth and began wrapping it around your worst wound, applying pressure to stop the bleeding.

As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and regret for allowing you, his wife to participate in the mission in the first place. He knew it was dangerous, but you had insisted on going on different paths. He hated seeing you hurt.

Maybe it was a lesson for him to listen to his gut feelings next time.

[hydra-bucky]

A girl was marched up to Bucky. She looked about completely normal,except she had wings. Black wings that stretched above her head and ended a little under her knees. The Hydra guard spoke to her as if she wasn't a person but a thing. "Show him,and you Won't be punished today,as you were yesterday."

The girl glanced over at Bucky, gauging her options,and seemingly looking into his soul. He noticed that her eyes were gold,going into brown. She then shrugs,bringing her hands up,and suddenly shadows were dancing around in her hand. A voice from the ceiling demanded, "Stop messing around. Show him what you were taught."

The girl rolled her eyes and took the guard by the neck WITH the shadows and at the same time flew upward. She strangled the guard and set him gently on the floor,to applause coming from the speakers.

"This is your new partner,soldat. She needs to be properly trained by next week." The man leans into Bucky,whispering in his ear. "She's invincible. Don't worry about breaking her."

Bucky doesn't even glance to the guard, giving a simple nod before as he observed the girl neutral. "No problem.", he answered nearly bored. He had seen a lot as a HYDRA Agent and their best asset. But he needed to admit that he hadn't seen someone manipulating shadows. Or he simply forgot thanks to HYDRA.

[lady-charinette]

AU where Twilight gets replaced with a different guy after he leaves Operation Strix and he sees how the new guy doesn't treat Yor and Anya as they deserve to be treated.

He isn't rude to them or anything, but he acts incredibly detached and treats them the way a hardened agent would: like assets to a mission and nothing else. He's strict about Anya's schoolwork, but doesn't help her do her homework like Twilight did.

He gives firm orders to Yor to clean the house better, learnt to cook better bc that's whats "expected" of normal civilian women. He asks her to limit the time she spends socializing, asks her stuff like playing good hostess when company is over and that she doesn't sit with the men at the same table but stays in the kitchen...etc. He occasionally walks Bond, but delegates that task mostly to Yor. He trains Bond excessively too, the poor dog is exhausted many times.

Yor, Anya and Bond are miserable.

When Loid sees this (bc he's spying on them duh), he gathers evidence and goes to Handler to report the spy for not properly carrying out his mission and endangering the assets in the mission.

Sylvia points out the spy IS doing his job correctly, he follows the rules to a 'T'. He acts like a typical family man outside but he's professional detached at home where people can't see them.

And Twilight realizes that it was HIM who hadn't quite been following the rules as he should have.

He didn't HAVE to buy Anya all the toys she has, he didn't HAVE to buy Yor new clothes that flatter her. He didn't HAVE to walk and play with Bond. He didn't HAVE to cook every meal to perfection, he wasn't expected to by society's standards. He didnt HAVE to help Yor make friends or Anya with her schoolwork.

He didn't HAVE to care.

But he did.

The old spy is called back to HQ. Yor and Anya don't know whats going on, Anya only knows a different guy is supposed to come, but she didn't want someone else, she wanted her papa back. Bond seemed oddly calm given the circumstances.

The next day, the door to the Briar house opens again.

Yor and Anya brace themselves for the new, unfamiliar face to greet them.

Until a warm, very familiar face greeted them instead.

"L-Loid!"

"Papa!"

Both Yor and Anya catapult themselves from their spots, tackling Twilight in a bear hug. Bond completed the pile by falling onto everyone and slapping Loid's leg with his wagging tail.

Loid laughed, cradling Yor's back with one hand and rubbing Anya's head with the other one affectionately.

"Loid, does this mean-...?" Yor's eyes were filled with unshed tears.

"-...you'll stay?!" Anya cried out, fats tears already rolling down her cheeks.

Loid chuckled, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. His gaze uncharacteristically soft. "As long as you'll have me."

--

Bonus:

"Good work, Sylvia." The HQ boss greeted the woman, still donning her disguise.

"Thank you, sir." Sylvia ripped the mask off, the face of the spy that replaced Twilight as head of the Forger family laying in tatters on the ground.

Both Sylvia and her superior glanced at a picture of the reunited, happy family (covertly taken by one of their agents in the field) and smiled.

[nekoannie-chan]

Extra training

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader X Reader.

Word count: 385 words.

Rating: Mature.

Summary: Maybe you need extra training

Major Tags: Mention of smut.

Additional tags: This is my gift to @talia-rumlow. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

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You turned around; you didn't know exactly how you felt when you noticed that your superiors, Brock and Jack, kept looking at you. There were so many recruits; why were they looking at you?

You held your breath as you felt Brock take your arms.

“You have to hold them tighter, otherwise you'll hurt yourself," he said as he instructed you to do the exercise properly. You nodded.

You didn't even have a reason to be nervous.

From then on, you began to notice that they were paying too much attention to you during the training.

One night, after training, you stayed behind. It was your turn to put away what had been used during the session. You were cursing in the basement because your teammates had not stayed to pick up what they were supposed to, and now you had to do it. You had just put the weights down when suddenly you felt a look, and the basement door closed. Brock took your hand as Jack stood in front of the door. You put down the weight you had in your hand and swallowed your way out. You weren't quite sure what that meant.

“We can't deny what's happening, can we?“ Jack said it with a smile.

Brock smiled; he could feel the nervousness in you, your heart fluttering, or maybe your pants starting to get wet.

Brock took your face in his hands and brought his lips to yours as Jack came up behind you and hugged you.

Time stopped for a moment, and you let yourself get caught up in the moment. You didn't care if they broke the rules or not; this was something you'd wanted for a long time; you just hoped it wasn't a dream like the others you'd had.

You felt Jack's hand go down your hip as Brock began to undress you.

It didn't matter if anyone heard them; if they broke the rules, they were just indulging their innermost desires.

“I think you'll need an extra booster session after every training session," Brock commented playfully.

“Of course, no one can know about this," Jack said.

“Everything is clear," you assured him.

You had always followed the rules, and now, for the first time in your life, you were doing what you really wanted to do.

[luimagines]

*walks on in tiredly, soaked to the bone and looking like I've just lost a fight with a lynel, hands you a bag of pastries, refuses to elaborate* Hey there, how have you been doing lately? Apologies it's been a while, life's been rough sadly so I haven't been able to properly drop in here, but thank you for all your work in the fandom! As always your work makes it easier to help remember how to smile when the going gets tough ^^

I've yet to fully breakdown the oneshots like how I wish to sadly because the Twilight Wild West Enemies to Lovers has been attempting to fight the Beauty and The Beast Twilight portion of the Fairy Tale AU, so instead I'm dropping this here to see if it will help them settle so that I can actually write those breakdowns and drop each of the fairy tales, of Assassin/Triple Agent Reader and Warriors, more specifically about the outcomes of the Neutral Dramatic Route (Before LU) and the Dramatic Chaotic Route (During LU). And because why not share? XD, technically a scenario/long post ahead? Apologies in advance.

So Assassin Reader defects from being Cia's tactician and joins the party after they get wounded, they and Warriors slowly get closer and rebuild their friendship over time while the war is still going, but just before Warriors and Artemis go face Ganondorf they get attacked by one of Ganondorf's followers (most likely Ghirahim, but either Volga, Zant, Dark Link or even Yuga works because Reader would have worked in close conjunction with them and Cia as the one making the tactics and sabotaging the enemy because they definitely weren't being payed enough to deal with cleaning up after Wizzro, plus I mentally believe Ghirahim and Assassin Reader would have been wine buddies, complaining over the hero and sassing the other antagonists because while Ghirahim doesn't have his head on straight either he at least gave Reader less work to do and Ghirahim wouldn't have wanted to deal with ay of them, he would have been royally FURIOUS that they defected and left him to manage that circus alone after all those times they complained over the hero together and the idea of Warriors being offended/jealous over that is insanely funny to me), and Reader has to stay behind with Impa and the others to give him, Artemis and Lana the opportunity to go on, Warriors naturally protesting because he wouldn't want to leave them behind again after he JUST got his childhood friend back but eventually having no choice but to go as Assassin Reader pushes him towards Artemis with a call of "Don't die! I'll never forgive you if you die now after you survived so many of my attempts on your life!" And leads the fight away from them to hopefully get locked in single combat with one of the opposing generals while they go on. They may be an assassin first and foremost, but they do have knight training so the least they can do is buy him time and survive.

Now there's two ways this can go:

Neutral Dramatic Route (or In Which Warriors Suffers 2: Hylian Boogaloo)

Assassin Reader manages to hold their ground and/or defeat their opponent, but gets injured in the process, hit on their not quite fully scarred over wound by Dark Link and retreats, but knowing they brought Warriors enough time to seal the gates to each of the ages. They slip away unseen and dwell on their options, just because they defected and worked as practically a triple agent for the rest of the war, that doesn't mean there's any guarantee Artemis might clean their name after getting set up by their family and well, Warriors will be safe now right? Cia is gone (or at least contained safely by Lana) he has Linkle, Mask and Wind so surely he'll be okay now right? They don't want to bring him any more trouble, because he already got enough grief while they were knights and they saw how well he did in the role of Hero. He shouldn't want anything to truly do with them anymore or worse, it'll paint a bigger target on his back than being the Hero already will just by them being around and well... He has Artemis now too. Surely he doesn't need them anymore or truly want them back in his life, he'll be happier without them chaining him down. So instead they make a choice.

The very next day, after the celebrations are done for the end of the war. A list of names of the traitors appear on Warriors' bedside as well as a list of nobles (including from Reader's own family, who framed them for the original crime that brought about theirs and Warriors' fallout), as well as a letter detailing every single underhanded deal to sabotage the Hylian army, corruption within the army AND plots against Artemis that were planning on taking advantage of her absence during the war to gain more power, as well as detailing where to find the evidence to it all, at the end, there's a simple set of words in slightly stained ink, oddly a bit damp compared to the rest of the letter: "My apologies, for everything I've said back then and now. Live happily and well, Link.

I'll see you around."

Assassin Reader is nowhere to be found, no matter how hard Warriors looks after he presented the contents of the letter to Artemis, who indeed find all of the evidence and starts immediately cleaning house, finding some of the traitors with the most active hands in the plot already dead ("Killed in their sleep." details Impa).

Warriors is devastated, but doesn't let the information Assassin Reader left behind go in vain, being the first on the scene when dragging out the members of Reader's family in on the conspiracy, being there through all of the trial process and advocating for Reader's official pardon and for them to be reinstated as leader of their noble house as they should have been had they not been framed, even if they aren't there to actually see it through and the title of overseer goes to one of the members of Reader's family not in on it (maybe a sibling?). He doesn't forget them and still chases after every rumor relating to them he can in an official capacity until Linked Universe happens and Artemis promises to keep a look out as well because even if they started on opposite sides, Reader still did them a huge favor after the confrontation in the Temple of Souls and they deserve to know that justice has been served.

Fast forward to LU, and eventually the Chain circles back to Warriors' Hyrule, where Artemis is hosting a masquerade ball in celebration of the end of the War of Ages, as a way to remember the fallen and honor all who participated in the war, the Chain is participating and so is Warriors (albeit begrudgingly, because you cannot tell me he wouldn't dodge every time of situation involving possible suitors or people offering their daughter's hand in marriage to him as well as nobles planning to backstab one another every chance he got, him and Assassin Reader used to steal away to any non occupied room with pilfered snacks after an hour or two just to enjoy each other's company, avoid Reader's family or people bothering Wars whenever those functions happened in their youth).

Everyone scatters and thinks go as you'd expect, though Warriors can feel occasionally eyes on him and swears he's seen a flash of (h/c) on the corner of his eye, only to be disappointed when it's nothing, only for the dance to happen. After going through at least two dances and planning to bow out after the end of the third, he almost loses his composure at seeing his new partner when they're spun onto his arms once they lock masked eyes. They freeze in his arms as a hand tightens around their own in reflex, sharing in his disbelief.

Because beneath the mask those are Assassin Reader's eyes. Dressed to the nines and undercover because they've been rooting out the remain traitors from the shadows.

The dance goes on, because when you don't know what to say defaulting to try and acting natural helps, near the end, Assassin Reader finally breaks the silence.

"... Ah, I suppose this was inevitable, didn't expect it to happen this soon though." They chuckle, a bit sheepish, awkwardly trying to regain their footing, they look him over, head tilted with a bittersweet smirk as they lift their mask cheekily, showing it really is them, "What? Nothing to say to little old me?"

"You're here."

They twitch, sighing, "... I am, aren't I? Apologies for disappointing you." They pause, their smirk softening into a smile, "You look well, I'm glad." They gently squeeze his hand, seemingly searching for words to say, "... You-" they cut themselves off, swallowing, then try again, just as the dance ends, the breathe, "... This has been a wonderful experience, Li- Sir Hero." They bow, slipping from his grasp, they smile at Warriors, "... Have a good evening, thank you." I hope you have a good life, sincerely thank you for everything. Ends up unsaid, as they hesitate, steel themselves with a heavy heart turn and walk away to search for their target for the night, convinced Warriors doesn't want anything to do with them anymore.

Now does Warriors let them go or run after them? Also I can just imagine the reaction of the Chain if they catch Warriors just bolting into a sudden chase, decorum be darned after someone who literally just seemed like another person going through to the balcony (when really it's just Assassin Reader trying to gracefully remove themselves from the situation because the plan was NOT dance with Warriors, just make sure he was alright after he vanished then try to let him go because he has Artemis already).

Or the Chaotic Dramatic Route (also know as Warriors Does Get to Take a Break, Kinda):

Things play out similar to the Neutral Dramatic Route, but before Assassin Reader can spiral fully down into deciding to leave, Warriors notices they're acting off and immediately drags them over to talk to Artemis about investigating what really happened the day they fell out as soon they fully wrap everything up and in working on that pardon, Artemis, who knows an opportunity when she sees it and has been having alarm bells about Assassin Reader dipping now that the war is over while still injured and she'll be darned if she doesn't thank someone whom she came to see as a friend properly, agrees easily enough.

As long as Reader does some investigation for her of their own so she can clean house more efficiently AND stays under Warriors' custody. (Half protective custody if Reader's family still has it out for them, half really house arrest because Warriors is the only one actually equipped to keep Reader anywhere because they'd feel guilty if they hurt him now after everything and he actually knows all their tells and how to see through their disguises in case they do try doing a runner, and also because she's a meddler and Warriors is onto her.)

Despite Assassin Reader's protests and Warriors tellingly not really objecting, they end up moving in together and properly become friends again, even if their interactions still look like an old married couple or a very amusing comedy routine of Menace Assassin and Feral but Pretending He's Not Soldier™ to anyone who sees them (and Reader's feelings who never really died come back full force while Warriors is doing his best to not say anything until after their name is clear so he can properly try courting them). Think Spy x Family but make it medieval vibes, or "It's rotten work" "Not for me, not if it's you" for them both (Warriors messing with Reader to figure out their boundaries nowadays, and Reader being a menace to keep his reflexes sharp when they don't spar in revenge.)

Except one day (likely when Assassin Reader is sick or otherwise incapacitated), Warriors' doesn't come back home for a full day just after Reader got the letters with the news of their pardon.

Assassin Reader is about READY to become a public menace again and go back to their assassin ways that have really been somewhat retired lately when he's gone to figure out what happened until Artemis intercepts them with Impa (but not before they've already broken into Lana's and Cia's place and are interrogating Cia because she'd be the first suspect on the list), saying that he was just whisked away into a divine quest and that they shouldn't worry much, and for Reader to work on Artemis' payroll now until they reestablish themselves as the leader of a noble house because again, Artemis know how to use her opportunities and to keep her people close.

Months pass and Warriors returns, but not with the Chain. And something about him feels... off.

Tellingly how he's not messing with them nearly as much and doesn't know about the pardon.

Cue Assassin Reader's danger senses immediately going off even as they act natural like how they did back when they started planning to backstab Cia.

One day while they're visiting the castle and walking through the gardens, Reader finally springs an ambush, holding 'Warriors' at knifepoint

"Oh? What's the sudden aggressiveness for? I thought we were already past stage, (Last Name)-"

Assassin Reader's blade cuts him short, barely piercing his neck as they snarl, "I knew there was something wrong. Link doesn't use my last name, hasn't used it since I switched sides. He always calls me by my first name and the nickname he gave me when we were recruits."

The garden is still, before there's a chuckle, black blood drips down Reader's dagger, "...So you two are that close-"

Assassin Reader doesn't even pause as they pounce, grimly satisfied with a second dagger, "I lied."

(Is this a blatant reference? Yes it is because it's basically how the drabble draft that likely won't see the light of day this year is titled XD)

Cue Warriors, just stepping foot into his Hyrule with the Chain after hearing from Impa HIMSELF and you were visiting the castle and went to the garden, walking in on the scene with the rest of the Chain.

And that's where I'll leave it for now because I'm tired XD, hope you're having a good day/night and thank you for all your work in the fandom once again!

-Just a Tired Anon on a Rainy Stroll/WintertimeStoryteller 🐚

I live for Reader and Ghirahim being wine buddies. I love the mental image of that. XD

If you go with Warrior Suffers Part 2: Hylian Boogaloo- you need him to chase after them. It would cause an entire ruckus with people suddenly startling at the Hero of the land chasing after what they assumed was a nobody- while al the guards and the Chain are like "!! Say the word we'll chase them too!!"

Except the Chain doesn't ask and just starts chasing Reader as well and maybe Reader gets cornered by Wind or Time but doesn't recognize them at first. and then there could be more angst! >:D

But then you have the one where Warrior gets a break and just "It's rotten work." that one. that's the one. "I'm sorry I'm a handful." "It's ok. I have two hands."

I DID NOT SEE DARK LINK COMING HOLY COW

...I can see why we cannot have both in this scenario.... This is bad. I want both now. XD

[rubykgrant]

(just thinking some Alpha thoughts... when he was being moved from Freelancer facilities, but before he was "Church")

He wasn't supposed to activate the unit, or engage with it in any way.

New input could confuse it later. They wanted it to be as much of a "blank slate" as possible. It was safer to let it "sleep" until the implant process was over.

That doesn't mean accidents don't happen...

Agent Florida "tripped" in the room on the transportation ship that held all the equipment related to Project Freelancer that needed to be set up ahead of time at the new Sim Trooper bases. Most bases had some radio equipment from the beginning, but others needed to be properly enhanced for "special missions"; certain training exercises for the Freelancer Agents, various psychological tests suggested by Price, the occasional engagement of REAL threats... and this. This was a VERY special mission.

On one of the shelves was a small, see-through container that held a tiny electronic device. This was the unit for the Alpha AI.

When Florida caught himself from falling, his hand pushed against the container. A little light on the unit flickered on.

"Oh, dear. It looks like I just picked a bouquet of oopsie-daisies!"

The thing about Florida, and the way he spoke; he always managed to sound genuine, no matter what, usually being some combination of unsettling and cheerful, threatening and positive. You could never tell if he was serious, or if he was putting on an act.

At the sound of an external voice, a hologram flickered above the unit; it was faint and uncertain... but it slowly took the form of a tiny soldier in pale white armor.

"Hello?"

"Well, hello there. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you..." Florida greeted the AI, trying to keep it calm. "I hope it wasn't too much of a shock,"

"No... I- I just thought..." the AI shifted for a moment, as if it couldn't remember what it was going to say.

"Yes? What were you thinking?" Florida asked. He really should be giving it one of the orders that would prompt it into returning to "sleep". Once the AI was implanted, it would have more resistance to these orders... right now, it was more open to suggestion, more pliable.

He SHOULD do that... but maybe he was a little surprised, and forgot the code-words for the specific orders in the moment. Maybe he just didn't want to miss such a rare opportunity; speaking to a very unique AI, that had been created in a very unique way, and was currently in a very unique situation.

"No, sorry. I don't- I don't know... um, where are we?" the Ai seemed to almost forget about being nervous, instead becoming pleasantly interested in the surroundings.

"Well, we're on a ship. A transport ship. It has a lot of cargo, and a few passengers. We're traveling through space, going to a location that needs to be prepped before... the rest of the guests arrive. I want to make sure everything is PERFECT for them," Flowers explained.

"Oh. Are they going to live there?"

"Hmm, yes, I'd like to think of it that way. A new home, for one big happy family!" Florida stepped closer as he spoke, leaning toward the AI.

"Is that where I'm going?" the looked up at him; the 'face' was just a transparent helmet, but Florida could imagine a sensation of hope in that gesture.

"It is indeed. In fact, it wouldn't be complete without you," Florida replied.

"Well, that's... good. I guess. I don't know if I'm actually THAT important... I don't know... I don't really know who I am," doubt. A hint of fear? Perhaps. Still too dazed and 'emotionally numb' for that to mean anything. "Um. Who are you? I mean- do I know you?"

"Well, we haven't been formally introduced before, and this is the first time I've had the pleasure to speak with you. But I think you used to know me," Florida let those words hang in the air, curious how the AI would react.

"I did? I guess I forgot. Sorry about that... I feel like I forgot a LOT of things. Or maybe I lost a lot of things, but I can't remember what..."

"Hmm, that is a bit of a pickle, isn't it? Like a tune stuck in your head, but you can't remember the words to the song. Well, for now, I don't want you to worry. I'm here to make sure you have a safe trip, and once we get to your new home, you can get settled, then-"

"Knock-knock!" came a voice at the door; no actual 'knocking' taking place. The door slid open automatically, and another soldier in full armor strode in.

[leggerefiore]

Christmas One-shots

cw: pretty short, Christmas related,

pairings: Ingo x Reader, Emmet x Reader

▲Ingo▼

Snow piled up around the brightly lit city as his overcoat flew in the wind. Ingo would admit the cold here was nothing when compared to his hometown that was more up-north, but he still found himself succumbing to the chill after a long day of work. It was drawing much too close to the up-coming holiday for him to put it off any longer. People bustled about the district excitedly, chattering about in the cool night, as they existed in a similar state to him.

He was afraid to get you, his partner, a gift.

Well… Perhaps, afraid was not the word that he would use, but it was close to his current feelings.

Ingo preferred to give and receive gifts with sentimental meaning. Something that held a certain care and feeling to them. Which is why he struggled to find you a gift. You deserved so much, but something like clothing and jewellery seemed to lack what he was searching for. His heart raced in his chest as the red across his cheeks darkened. His love for you consumed his mind quite often. Even between battles and his subway work, he pondered how to spend his evenings with you. Nights that used to be filled with pre-made dinners or take-out now were dedicated with nice homemade meals for you both to share together.

How could he express those feelings in a gift? There were so many things he wished to show you; so many ways he wished to repay your kindness you had given him since you had started dating. He recalled how you had given his Chandelure a plush version of himself. Did you enjoy those? He was not sure. It would be quite peculiar to gift you a stuffed version of himself. Shaking his head, he sighed as the evening wound down even more and more. While stores were staying open a bit later due to the holiday season, he worried that would not be enough time for him to settle his worried mind.

“Ingo…?” a feminine voice called out to him. He stiffened up and looked around. A certain black-haired model waved him over with a giggle. Bags were heavy on arms as she approached him. “Hey! Last-minute shopping, too?” she asked with a teasing smile on her lips. He nodded, but had a sudden thought. Elesa was a person who knew more about people than him, he felt.

“… I need a gift for my partner,” Ingo explained while nervously readjusting his gloves, “It's difficult to find something that I feel expresses my feelings for them properly.” Elesa tilted her head and gave a soft chuckle.

“Ingooo, silly, it's Christmas, not Valentine's!” she explained to him like that was something that had evaded is knowledge, “I'm sure they would appreciate anything from you.” She hummed afterwards and looked around. Her eyes landed on a store and went wide. A small, bare hand grasped his and tugged him along through the crowds of people to wherever she had spied. It was not a place he had expected her to pick out.

“If you're so insistent that it be something with deeper meaning,” she brought him inside the store, “Why not get them something that reminds them of you?” Elesa gazed at something in a glass case and called over a clerk. “C'mon, what do you think of this? It's adorable! And you can add moooore,” she singsonged while holding out a train ornament, “You go crazy with decorating, don't you? Every year you stay together, you can add a new car.” Ingo felt entranced by the item.

“… You are more romantic than I recall,” he felt a smile fall across his face.

▽Emmet△

Emmet was a man of specific talents.

Naming all the types of train used by the Gear Station and their destinations? Easy. Done by the end of his first week as a Depot Agent (before, actually, if he was being honest with himself). Thinking of good type match-ups for his team? Done daily! He loved pondering the numerous ways pokemon battles could unfold. Cuddling you and Galvantula at the same time? A work in progress, but he was getting there. Baking you a surprise cake for Christmas? Painful. Impossible. Ingo banned him from their apartment kitchen.

Which is why he begged Elesa to use hers! She agreed hesitantly. What she and Ingo did not know would not hurt them. He stared at his phone intently as he scrolled through endless recipes. All sounded nice and delicious, but all seemed out of his skill range. It was miraculous he managed to make hot chocolate as it was! Though you and Ingo always complained that it was much too sweet. (Cruelly, he would argue.)

“Peppermint… cake?” he tilted his head. Definitely not that. If he left Elesa's kitchen eternally freezing her sinuses, she would not hesitate to kill him using the Galvantula that he had gifted her. What would you like? Did you like sweets as much as him? … He really hoped you did, or he would feel awful. You seemed to! Emmet was verrrry certain you must now. “Oh! That's cute.” he smiled at the black and white cake. His mother often bought him an Ingo that for their birthdays in their younger years. Not especially good for the holidays, he sighed.

Elesa sat down beside him on her couch while cocking a brow up at him. “What… are you even doing?” she finally asked him as his scrolling seemed endless. The black-haired woman was more than happy to help a friend whenever they needed it, but Emmet seemed to need more than just a kitchen.

“Looking at recipes,” he sighed. She let out an 'ohhh' and moved closer to him, leaning over his shoulder to look at his phone. Her perfume stung his nose a bit. Peppermint. What was up with peppermint? Seriously! Ingo had tried to incorporate red into his work uniform to make him peppermint before he told him absolutely not.

“I think… Maybe you could,” she snatched his phone away from him to force him to look at her, “Ask them to help you make it? Wouldn't that be romantic for Christmas?” Emmet had thought of that, but it ruined his impressing and surprising you part of what he wanted. She shook her head at the expression on his face. Sometimes she could hardly believe he was in his thirties.

“I want… to impress them,” he managed to admit, “Ingo is verrrry attentive to his lover. Cooks for them constantly, yep! I want to do something like that for mine.” Elesa's azure eyes lit up at his words. Oh, how sweet, he could read her thoughts with ease. She handed him back the phone.

“Better idea, I cook with you aaaaand,” she grinned, “You're getting better at expressing yourself vocally! I'm proud.” Emmet grew flustered at her words as she suddenly tugged him along to the kitchen. “We're making these totally cute cherry-chocolate cookies I saw online. Put on an apron, Em,” she ordered as she began to scour out her ingredients from the cabinets. Emmet felt abstract terror.

“It's my first time,” he joked, “Be gentle.” She was not. The cookies were made to picture-perfect imitation.

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

why i don't really write things centering jjba!Cecio?

So... JJBA Cecio... and why dont i write much about his central thing of being a mafia controlled cop or change it to something else. warnings for discussion of police and their role as violent enforcers of the state

Tldr: i feel uncomfortable humanizing a cop while writing how much corruption and brutality they do, in a way i dont feel with Muro and Tesoro and Conficcare despite them also doing awful things, meaning i dont think i will ever properly write about the center of Cecios story, but also i dont want to change it to something that triggers me less bc its so core to his character and came from something i was trying to say, so its just gonna be this hole that i maneuver around.

so in Celia & co, Cecio is persuaded to train as an officer and act as a informant and inside agent for Passione by a member of the data analysis team, and uses his sob story and pretty face to act as a 'good cop' while secretly doing what passione wants from him- evidence tampering, altering cases, disappearing people, ect..

For many many reasons i struggle to write him with the same level of flawed humanity and emotion as i give my other also horrible and violent characters [Muro, Tesoro, ect...] when hes in uniform, mainly because of me and my communities experiences with police brutality.

yeah, yeah, we need to remember that these people are human and many of us can all turn into fascistic and violent enforcers the states will if in the wrong circumstances and we shouldn't label pigs as something other and separate, rather as people who believe the lies and often think they are doing 'right'

But you wont see much of that from me. the only good cop is a dead cop, and its not exactly subversive or needed to go "🥺 but they have thoughts and feelings and reasons and family too! 🥺" [🤢] I place it in a similar mental spot as "Look at all those poor soldiers traumatized by killing brown people" aka we dont need more and in pretty poor taste to focus on their trauma over the trauma and deaths of people they are killing.

So don't expect any fics exploring Cecios mindset as he ruins peoples lives because its probably never happening unless we see a world were a complete abolishing the police is feasible and nothing arises to replace them and i also get over my own revulsion of everything cop.

[am i biased in how i humanize Muro and Tesoro and Conficcare and Rametta and the conditions that led to them being career criminals but draw a line at a pig? Eh. Maybe, but quite frankly i think drawing a line at humanizing perpetrators of state sanctioned violence and giving sympathy to the reasons they do in my own works is a pretty sane line to draw. i mean i've lived in one of the worst areas of london and all i gotta say on gang shit is my dad probably deserved it when he got his ass beat and i kept my head low and my tone respectable like any smart kid, whereas nothing quite inspires fear in me like seeing a cop]

Now onto why i haven't changed it even if i will probably never be able to explore whats pretty much the center of his character.

He's a piss take. a satire. A commentary on the very thin line of legality that separates cops from violent criminals in the eyes of the public

Cecio is a police officer who works for a criminal organization and follows their explicit and implicit orders to frame people, brutalize them, fake evidence, and make sure that no-one around him is 'good' and are instead beaten down and manipulate into going with whatever his superiors want. He is a blight on his community and betrays them to help himself, all while pretending to be a nice and good young man, with people eating it up to excuse the acts he commits.

So he's just a slightly worse than average cop 🤷‍♂️

there's just functionally so little difference between his role as a police officer and his role as mafia plant in the force, other than sometimes his orders from the cops and criminals conflict.

Maybe i will change him to some other career, like a forensics cop not just a detective, where he isnt quite the same in terms of enacting violence and is 'just' altering evidence, but the core of his character is the idea that you slap a pretty face and a sob story on a very dangerous criminal cop and he can get away with anything, and that the line between organized crime and police forces is mainly which one is formally employed by the government. [Its why trickster is perfect for him, his character is one big joke at how society excuses police corruption and state violence with the thinnest of excuses]

Im turning reblogs off on this, but im more than happy to answer questions/asks given in good faith. this shit is something i dont mind discussing its more the act of writing a story about it makes me too uncomfortable

[dalekofchaos]

Things I would change about the Mafia Trilogy

The Mafia trilogy is one of my all time favorite game series of all time, but if I could change anything about the game, this is what I would change

Mafia Definitive Edition

I would basically add in the ability to extort shops and take over and build on rackets like in The Godfather games.

Fast Travel by train/tram cars like in the original game

Keep in the Knuckles Duster

Keep in Yellow Pete

The ability to go on dates with Sarah, show a sex scene and show Tommy and Sarah's marriage and actually give names and show Tommy with his kids. I just feel like not enough was shown.

Show more of the Salieri-Morello war. I feel like not enough was shown. Sure we killed Sergio and Ghillotti and eventually Morello himself. But we never got to see the full scale war. It felt small. So my proposal see the Morello family hitting the bar and eventually Tommy, Paulie and Sam hit them back. The mission would end with Tommy, Sam and Paulie wacking Lou and Dino and torching Morello’s bar to the ground. I think this is something that should have happened cause we never got to see Lou and Dino again after the second mission and I think it would be Tommy properly paying them back for trying to kill him.

Show us Tommy Angelo's testimony against the Salieri Crime Family. Make it like the Goodfellas trial scene

Mafia 2

There is an entire cache of cut content that shows us a better game we almost got, but I'll just share a select few.

Respect & Reputation. In the beta version of the game players would experience Empire Bay differently based on the level of respect Vito gained from completing missions.

Monique. Vito's cut girlfriend that Vito could take out on dates

Fast travel via Taxi before you get made and via Limo after you get made

Gun License

Fight Club and Hound/Horse races

Side missions doing jobs for Derek, Harry and Mike

Keep in the cut content suggesting that Henry would be revealed being set up and not a rat. My two pieces of evidence. Evidence 1. Evidence 2. Also it was originally intended to have Henry be framed.

Mafia 3

Keep in the cut prologue

Replace Cassandra with Laveau or Lincoln rules the Black Mob. I feel like Cassandra had promise, but her execution was terrible and she just ended up becoming unlikable. Cassandra is hypocritical, self-righteous and endangers the people she claims to protect. She gives all this talk about protecting black people, but she endangers them the most and pretty much made New Bordeaux a ghost town in her ending. As for why Laveau? Laveau is a man of principals and honor. Black revolutionary and Black Panthers vibe. Plus the fact that Lee Everett himself voices him makes me like him all the more. I'm not sure how Laveau's ending would go, most likely New Bordeaux would've been turned into a safe haven for black people, something like that. I also like to think he could voice his own ending and say "Remember, when New Bordeaux speaks, you better listen." I feel like if Laveau was one of the underbosses, then I actually would feel conflict about choosing who to run New Bordeaux instead of just always choosing Vito. Or the simple solution is for Lincoln to recruit the survivors of the Black Mob and rule the Hollow by himself and further cements his rule by rebuilding Sammy's.

Make Agent Maguire apart of the story. My pitch is that he is on the hunt and would be leading the feds against Marcano and Lincoln respectfully. At some point, I don't know what mission, but Maguire has Lincoln right where he wants him, but chooses to let him go and his reasons were that Lincoln was the only one who did a damn thing against Marcano and thought letting him go was best for New Bordeaux as a young and foolish agent. In the documentary portion of the game, he later reveals he was wrong. It was so weird that this random FBI Agent had such a hard on for Lincoln when they never even crossed paths, so Maguire feeling guilt about letting Lincoln go would work imo

Give Lincoln a crew. Simply put advancing with Vito, Burke and Laveau or the Black Mob would give Lincoln individual crew members from The Movement/Black Mob, Italian and Irish Mobs. You can send them to accomplish the list of shit you need to do, fight with you and even send them to collect the collectibles in the district.

The ability to divide up the Bayou to give to your Underbosses. A way we could add in more earn for the Underbosses is to add in rackets in the Bayou. Enough for all 3 Underbosses

Use Signs Of The Times, Faster Baby and No Stone Unturned locations as territory to give your Underbosses. You'd be giving Sinclair Parish, the Sanitarium and the Island to your Underbosses. By doing this and the Bayou, you should have enough to give your Underbosses enough earn to unlock their perks if you are looking to keep everyone loyal and unlock everything

Cancelled Vito DLC makes it in. Not sure what the specifics of this cut DLC were or could've been, but most likely we would've found out Joe is still alive, maybe find out that Eddie was the one who was killed instead of Joe and maybe Vito would see Frankie again. Maybe it could've ended with Vito getting Joe free from Leo and killing Frank Vinci since that was cut from Mafia II. And at the end, perhaps Joe could tell Vito that Lincoln is his son and thanks his old friend for looking out for him.