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Sub Rosa - Chapter 1

Simon "Ghost" Riley x OC Diana

word count: 2.7k

warnings: pregnancy, angst, military, MDNI (eventual adult themes)

synopsis: an unexpected pregnancy shakes any relationship to its core in most cases. and if the case is the one Diana and Simon share... complications are bound to follow.

Part 2 // masterlist

a/n: this isn't my grand return, no. enjoy regardless, like and reblog to your heart's content. and google latin phrases.

Chapter 1 - Part 1

Ad astra per aspera - Through hardships to the stars

"You serious?"

The temperature read forty-four degrees Celcius in the shade.

"Yes."

The air pressure was piercing through skulls, sun relentlessly torching every square inch of every wall and roof with unbearable heat.

"You take a test?"

Joints ached, age-old injuries throbbed with fresh pain.

"I did, yes."

Even rodents sought refuge in small cracks of the massive, slumping complex, that sprawled over the edge of the Moroccan desert.

"You sure it's mine?"

"Jesus wept, of course it's yours."

"How long you known?" He stood up, and she flinched at the suddenness of the movement. The heat set him on edge, the same scorch that made her weak.

"Just tested, came straight to you." She grit her teeth as he left her peripheral to pace behind her hunched over the desk.

"You lied to me." He hissed bluntly and the thumping of his boots stopped on the hard tile. She turned around.

"I did not." Came her reply, starting to grow agitated. Still, she kept her head down. "Nothing's ever a hundred percent effective, you know?" Her voice rang with caution, her intent to defend herself clear.

He sighed instead of a reply.

"What do you want to do with it?" He asked a moment later, trying to move forward. He did not want to waste an ounce of energy on anger. Droplets of sweat already were forming on his nape, ghosting along his spine.

His head hung low, and he massaged the bridge of his nose over the hem of his balaclava. The material made his skin flare up, irritated spots forming beneath it in the heat.

It was her turn to remain quiet. The answer lay in the silence.

Somewhere in the walls, a mouse rustled.

"You're keepin' it? Why?" His voice was bitter, maybe even vile. Volatile for sure, the intent was clear.

"Why?"

She flinched at the accusing tone. He stepped closer to her.

"I asked you something. Why?" His voice reverberated in her skull, although he kept it down. The office doors were thin, and ears tended to grow more eager under such volatile circumstances, such as the desert heat.

"This could ruin us both." She muttered in a tone barely above a whisper.

"Because we're both at fucking fault here." She proceeded to state matter of factly and raised her head to meet his gaze, as he leaned in close to her quivering form. It was terrifying. He smelled of coffee, heat, and smoke.

"I'll make you explain this to Command, just you wait. I trusted you to take care of yourself, time to prove that." He scoffed and tilted his head upward, his eyes almost disappearing into his skull from the angle she was looking up at him.

The muscles around her ears tensed.

"You're pulling rank here, hm?" She straightened her spine and chuckled dryly. "Trying to put the blame on me by threatening me with rank? You're a pig, honestly. Jesus!" She shook her head. Her ears rang with a high pitch.

His eyes snapped shut, nostrils flared. Air escaped his lungs and rasped a short laugh from his throat. "What the fuck did you just call me?"

The lazy dust moping through the room vibrated with electricity a second before he moved. Swiftly, he grabbed one of her wrists, locking her in an iron grip. She pulled her other arm and was a beat away from elbowing him when the moment escaped through the cracks in the wall.

"You will not hurt me. Not now, not ever." Her tone sounded calm, but a sinister undertone painted it a strange shade of threatening. "I could just as easily drag your name down with mine, exposing sensitive information to the right people. I don't have much to lose here.

The walls reverberated her threat, painting it the color of sand and intimidation.

The grip tightened on her pulsing wrist before he let go and stepped back.

She licked her dry lips, and he did too, under the guise of his suffocatingly tight mask, pulling a few loose wisps of cotton into his mouth.

He was distant the next time he spoke. Stepped back even more.

"What will it be then?" His question was barely more than a poorly articulated bark.

She sighed and rolled her wrist a couple of times. "I need to get on leave as soon as I can. Avoiding anyone finding out about this is our best shot."

The denoting word "our" hung in the air among specks of dust for a long time before his words disturbed it. "We've been here three months. Neither of us married." He chewed the thought over loudly. "They'll know you…" He gestured towards her.

"Yes." She sighed the answer.

Tension eased. The sun assaulted the windowsill unwavering, licking hot flames up the back of his office chair.

A shift crept into the room in the small slit below the door, snaking up her leg, and climbing up his spine; the need for survival.

They'd supposedly encountered this feeling before. When encircled by enemies, or heading towards an uncertain destination for an exfil they knew wouldn't arrive.

This was different. The threat was now not death, but life. Life without valor, honor, and recognition. Demotion, shame, or even a discharge on the basis of the stiff-necked label of fraternizing; mattered not his life legally already ceded years ago.

"You desperately need to save your skin." He stated the obvious. "You have a plan of sorts?" The heat under his mask slowly rose to an insufferable level.

"Pay for the silence of a nurse and make something up so I can leave as quick as possible." She offered, staring at the sand-red tiles below her boots. They were warm too. "But… even the walls have ears here." The sentence dragged out of her mouth slowly, the weight of it settling on top of the vibrating, hot air surrounding them already.

"Fuck…" He muttered, shifting his weight from one leg to another, so desperate for a release from the agonizing heat that crawled under his skin like a bag of mites.

Nothing seemed to make sense. Every avenue he tried making sense of in his brain to unfuck this mess he landed himself in, eventually came to a dead end.

There was no other way.

Wait for the sun to set, then you'll have a few hours of freedom from the scorch; in exchange for a cold night teetering on the edge of freezing temperatures.

Everything had a price here, even the unstoppable force of day and night.

Chapter 1 - Part 2

Walls expelled heat while cold night air streamed through the hastily open windows of the mess hall.

The sun was not up yet. A moment more of peace.

He elbowed her lightly as he queued in behind her in the line.

"Go along with what I say. Follow me." He leaned close, hot breath fanning over her shoulder.

And she did, taking the place next to him. Her head hung low, she could feel the hot stares of her usual deskmates on her nape. She bit the inside of her cheek and looked up at him.

"Now what." She sighed in an attempt to force her slacking lungs to work.

Blue-tinted lights swayed lightly above their head, the air unusually crisp.

"You seriously never noticed." He mumbled as he opened his water bottle. It seemed small in his hands. "Never mind." He flipped the bottom of his mask over his nose and drank in big gulps.

The bottle crunched in his hand, as he emptied it in one go. Wiping his mouth, she could see his lips move when he spoke again before the mask was rolled back onto his mouth. "Price is going to want to talk to you." He sighed and cleared his throat. "'Went and told him a tall tale yesterday night."

Her world stopped for a moment, and dread descended upon her. Stifling her thoughts, robbing her of the preciously wet air that was only available for a few more minutes during dawn. The sun was already threatening to rise and dry every speck of frostwork the night delicately left in the edges of every windowpane.

"What?" She sneered with a deep inhale a moment later.

"We've been married a year and a half." He muttered, standing up from his seat, shooting her a glance she knew was a desperate attempt at conveying honesty and utter, utter desperation.

"Lieutenant. Sergeant." A jolt of pain coursed through her body at the voice of the Captain. His tray clinked on the table the moment she pushed herself standing.

"Captain." They both greeted him. John Price.

The Captain's voice was undiscernable.

The sun bucked over the horizon, and so began the unwavering assault on every living being for the next twelve hours.

"At ease." Finally, his voice showed a hint of a smile, even though her eyes angled down, desperately wanting the ground to open up and swallow her forever. "Sergeant. May I?" They all sat down.

She felt his intent and lifted her gaze ever so slightly to meet his.

"You're excused from weapons today." She listened to him, feeling another pair of eyes searching her face.

"Thank you, Captain." She answered, abetting her higher-up's words.

An air of conspiratory understanding descended upon the three of them.

"I expect you in my office though." He added, his gaze on her averted one.

"Yes, Captain." She answered in an exhale.

The sun rose over the desert, using it as a massive dial to reflect and concentrate its power on the weakest links in the chain of life brave enough to set foot in her desert.

An hour passed, and the heat set in. Fans did nothing but circulate the hot air, and the hum set every nerve ending in her body on edge. The chair she was sitting in remained one of the last objects not absorbing heat rapidly, and she pressed her wrist to the bars supporting the backrest of it, seeking an ounce of lukewarmness in the hot, lazy air the fant sent toward her from the other end of the room.

Even the Captain didn't have a cigar in his mouth.

"So." He began, and her tired eyes snapped up at his fluttering. "I decided to believe you."

Only the fan blades moved. Organic life conserved energy in the all-consuming scorch.

"That doesn't mean it'll stay this way." He continued. Her gaze fell again. "You're going home, Diana… But the moment this affects Simon's performance,…" He shrugged.

A sigh escaped her, and she sniffled.

A wheel of a well creaked outside.

Part 3

The temporary salvation from the thick, coarsely hot air had come. Nighttime. A thousand more stars illuminated the desert sprawled than man's used to.

She packed. Not much, but it was something to do.

Three faint knocks on the door of her room.

"Come in." She answered in an unassuming tone, void of welcome or threat.

"Diana." Simon closed the door behind himself. He spoke softly, and moved carefully, as if trying not to disturb even the air in the room. She turned back to packing, folding a shirt and stuffing it into her backpack.

Moments of silence passed, none of them knew what to say.

"I want to be present in his life…"

"What?" She stopped folding and looked up at him. Her question was hushed.

"I said I want to be present in the kid's life." He mumbled, looking back at her.

"I'm giving up my career for this kid. That's the least you can do." She stated matter of factly.

He pressed his lips into a line below his mask, and that reminded him that he still had it on. It had almost grown attached to him, he took it off so rarely. His eyes followed her across the room.

"When are you leaving?" He tried.

"5 in the morning."

"You should sleep."

She shot him a look. "If I asked you to come here for unsolicited advice, you would know."

"Sorry." He mumbled.

She sniffled short. The cold air made her nose run. He became softer around her.

"Did anything change in you? You know, now that we're… married." She shot him the question, and he couldn't decipher the meaning behind it.

"No."

"Good."

"I'm sorry, about… How I acted. I was scared. I still am." For a moment, she thought she'd imagined it. But looking up, Simon's pleading eyes told her otherwise.

She put down the pair of pants she was holding and turned to him.

"Me too." Her lips quivered a bit.

The wind picked up outside, and a desert fox chittered somewhere in the distance.

Something came over her. A feeling, undeniable but unclear.

She closed the distance between them and snaked her arms around his broad torso.

He stiffened for a moment. His shoulders fell, and his arms enveloped her in a hug. Warmth spread between them, as he heard and felt her take a shaky inhale.

"You smell of smoke." She mumbled into his chest.

"What?" He tilted his head to catch a glimpse of her.

"If you really do want to see the kid, you ought to stop. At least while you are in contact."

A huff of air escaped him. Almost a chuckle.

"Of course." His voice reverberated in her head, through her ear on his chest. It reminded her of comfort she once knew. Familiar.

Some silence passed before she pulled away.

"I'm sorry." Her shoulders fell as she spoke. "I don't want to be too much, it's just…"

"Yeah, yeah." He stepped back. "It's okay. I didn't mind."

This tone was yet again undiscernable. She picked up the pants again.

"Deployment is over in two months." She stated. "Could you come by once you're on leave?" She looked up at him briefly.

"Sure." He replied, trying not to sound awkward and overwhelmed. This was a bit too much for him.

She zipped up her backpack and hung her boots on a clasp. The click shook him from his thoughts.

"Please be careful." He babbled uncertainly before he could think.

"You too." She replied almost instantly.

Something hung in the air. Unsaid words neither of them were prepared to say.

But neither of them moved on from the moment. She took initiative.

"I leave before common alarm, so if you have anything else to say, say it now."

He remained silent, holding back from saying anything that might have been too much.

She sighed, thinking the same. But she opened her mouth, and spoke.

"I don't think it'd be smart for us to continue… Whatever we had before this."

His face twisted into a faint grimace below the mask.

"I agree." He pressed the words out.

"I don't want to abandon you. I want to… I'm going to to do the right thing and stay with your through this." And he meant it. Even if he couldn't show it.

There was a connection.

She averted her gaze. She felt it too.

"Thank you."

"Listen…" He took a step closer to her. "Listen." Something was about to bubble out of him.

She lifted her gaze to meet his. They didn't move.

He finally gathered enough courage to open his mouth. Heavy sentences rolled off his tongue. He only realized how much they suffocated him when he started talking.

"I know you're scared because I am too. Fucking terrified. I don't know what to expect, but I know it's not going to be easy. It feels surreal. I know, however, that we both have something to live for now."

His hand moved to touch under her jaw.

"I protect my men, no questions. But you're different. I…" He looked away, but his hand stayed on her. "I know I have to protect you more. Better. I haven't a clue what it means, but I can't shake it."

She nodded vaguely, her gaze glued onto his.

"I'm not going to let you deal with this on your own." He mumbled faintly, removed his hand from her quivering jaw, and straightened up again.

"I…" She stepped back, in an attempt to keep her rising feelings at bay.

Strength escaped her.

Cunning and stubbornness did too.

"Good night. And be safe, both of you." She heard him say when she came to her senses again. He was standing in the doorway already.

Cold air rushed into the room from the corridor.

"Yeah…" She rubbed her eyes lightly. "Call me once you're around."

The curtain moved silently with the breeze.

"I will…" He rasped and grabbed the doorhandle. "Tell the kid I said hi."

She wanted to respond, but by the time she looked up, he was already gone.

It was quiet out. The temperature read twenty degrees Celcius.

Part 2 // masterlist

a/n: this is going to be one hell of a ride, yeah? settle in, introduce yourselves to little Diana and I'll make sure all of you are properly hydrated at all times. her character will be revealed slowly, she'll develop into an OC, just you wait. please share if you liked it. hurl your criticism at me. berry out.

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Damage Gets Done - SAS Rogue Heroes x OC - Chapter 7

Summary: As L Detachment is granted leave in the wake of Jock Lewes' death, more of Diana's personal life comes to light, and her friendship with Reg is cemented more than ever

Relationships: L Detachment x Platonic!OC, eventual Reg Seekings x OC

Warnings: Language, drunkenness, violence

Word Count: 5.2k (Got a bit carried away with this one)

Tags: @20th-centu-fairy-girl @trenchenjoyer @dcyllom @footprintsinthesxnd

A/N: Sorry for the slow updates! Anyone who's been to university knows November is ROUGH and I honestly had zero time to write until now, but I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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"We're all down right now - give it time, give them time, let them get some rest. We'll bounce back soon enough."

David Stirling would never admit how desperate a bid it had been when he first gave the order for the men of L Detachment to disperse - to take some time away from the bleak desert wasteland and dwell amongst the living for a while, to see what Cairo had to offer and wash the taste of grief from their tongues. The loss of Jock Lewes had hit every single one of them in a variety of ways, the stagnation of death hanging thick in the air at Jalo, and it seemed they were hanging on by a thread. They could only live at half mast for so long before something went wrong, before they lost someone else too.

And so he had sent them packing - dispelled the group with the distribution of their uniform, and L Detachment had been allowed to descend on the streets of Egypt's capital. He almost pitied the rest of the city, but from high up in his apartment, Eve resting comfortably in his arms, he found he couldn't quite give a shit about what the rest of them were getting up to.

The Cairo sunshine was beating down on Diana Fayed's scalp as she made her practised way through the city streets, a stack of bangles jangling on one wrist, an antique watch ticking away on the other. A cigarette hung from between her lips, a long stump of ashes building up on its tip as she wove through the bustling crowds, narrowly avoiding a few stray Brits and carefully dodging the street vendors she had come to know as the most persistent. It was a hub of life, and she knew its walkways like the back of her hand, each step so rehearsed she scarcely had to think, years of repetition ingrained in her very bones.

It was this intimate knowledge of the place that made it so easy to tell when something was off. Which was why the din of a brawl down a nearby alley made her ear prick as she passed, pausing to stomp out her cigarette against the pavement.

The alley in question was usually quiet, especially during the day, its path better trodden at night when the brothels on either side were most active. Shuttered windows, often used to lure in customers from the street below, had been bolted tightly shut, the inhabitants of the two establishments decidedly ignorant of whatever was going on outside. In cities such as these, people perfected the art of minding their business very quickly.

Dian leant her shoulder up against the brick arch that lined the entryway, peering through the rabble as the uniformed men scrapped and beat each other senselessly, and she fought to suppress a sigh at the familiar-looking berets she spotted in the crowd.

Only had the uniform for a day, and already they're showing us up.

As the chair in Fraser's hands collided swiftly with the back of another soldier's head, she winced, beginning to rather enjoy the spectacle as it went on. Here in Cairo, she wore no uniform - here in Cairo, she didn't have to worry about being associated with this band of beloved morons. Bill's decisive blow seemed to end the squabbling, and a moment of stillness almost had a chance to descend upon the group before the far-off sound of the MP's whistle shattered any illusion that this was over, that there might not be a consequence for their actions this time.

There wouldn't be if she could help it.

Roughly shouldering past a confused-looking soldier, necklace bouncing against her chest with each forceful step, Diana raised her fingers to her lips, filling the absence of a cigarette, and released a sharp whistle. The sudden sound drew the attention of every man in the alley, alarmed expressions of recognition spreading across the faces of her comrades.

"MPs. Move." She barked, the others bolting to flee the scene before they could be reprimanded or returned to the military prisons some of them had been recruited from.

Reg fell in step beside her as they hurried to escape through the opposite end of the alley, fidgeting to adjust his beret as he spoke. "Y'know, we only did it 'cause they were-"

"Yeah, I don't care," Diana interrupted, tugging at his arm and gesturing for the others to follow as she led them through a labyrinth of dark, narrow passages - remnants of what had once been streets, now built up and over so much so that they were little more than tunnels, hidden from even the sunlight above. They could hear people walking over their heads as they navigated the alleyways, the MPs' whistles growing fainter and more distant with each turning.

The men squinted in the sun as they emerged back into daylight, the maze of back streets opening out onto an actual road, trafficked by the expensive cars of the city's richest, men dressed in military uniforms with women on their arms traipsing the pavements. She had not taken pause even once since their escape had begun, taking each twist and turn on their route without an inkling of hesitation, and the others noticed. Reg had never known her in the city she'd grown up in, but it was as if Cairo became an extension of her own body, the streets so familiar beneath her feet it was as if they had been born as one, created as a single entity. She was almost a different person here - above them in every conceivable way.

Reaching the front door of a large residential building, he paused to frown at the armed guards posted on either side of the doorstep, Diana fumbling for a key in her pocket before sliding it into the lock and herding them inside with a sweeping arm. Whatever this place was, Reg had never seen anything like it - Persian rugs lined the stone floors, pieces of stained glass dotted in every window, the hallways leading inwards to a huge central courtyard, visible from the foyer, a fountain bubbling away peacefully within.

"Where are we?" Fraser asked, passing his weight from foot to foot as if still expecting the MPs to burst in at any moment.

She turned to reopen the door they had entered through, craning her neck to survey the street outside before addressing his question. "My house."

"Fuuuuck me," Seekings muttered under his breath, taking a moment to look around, pausing as he noticed a painting hung on the wall at the base of the stairs. He could tell it was Diana - or supposed to be her, at least - although the resemblance wasn't quite there. Her hair hung in the elegant, artificial curls he saw the Englishwomen sporting, far from the wild, tight ringlets he was used to. Her eyes were gentler, her smile softer, as if every bit of hardness she possessed had been filed down and dulled. The woman in the painting was beautiful, but she wasn't Diana - not the way he knew her. She wouldn't even spare the artwork a glance as they stood there in the hall, as if she were ashamed of its existence.

The low hum of conversation could be heard from somewhere upstairs, and the men turned their heads at the sound of footsteps against tile, the figure of General Hannigan strolling merrily towards them. Even the months of SAS conditioning had not removed the deepest impulses of military training, and their small group snapped to attention, hands raised to their foreheads in salute as the General approached, jacket emblazoned with medals yet hanging unbuttoned, one of his shirt tails hanging untucked from his trousers.

The General surveyed their appearances, left a mess by the alleyway brawl, bruises already blooming on the skin left bare. "These are your boys then, eh?"

Diana was perched on the bottom step of the staircase, untying the laces of her shoes, the bangles on her wrist jangling noisily with the movement. "Aye," She nodded, a slight smile curling her lips. Her boys. Reg supposed they were really. There was very little she could ask of them that they would not do.

"Well, I'm sure you lot have some stories under your belts. I'll have to have you round to tell me about them soon, don't you think Diana?"

"Yeah, sure," Diana replied, padding barefoot across the hallway to an opening out into the courtyard, attempting to wrangle a stray cat that had made its way in as it lapped at the water in the fountain. Reg's brow furrowed, and Dave struggled to suppress a laugh beside him as she reached out and grabbed the creature, holding it at arm's length as it hissed and scratched the backs of her hands. Letting out a flurry of curses under her breath, Diana hurried to the front door, her father holding it open just long enough for them to expel the beast and bar its re-entry.

"Damn things," She muttered, sucking one of the cuts on her knuckles as the General straightened his jacket.

"Right, well, I've got half of senior command upstairs drinking their tea and wondering where I am, so I ought to go. Will you join us, Diana?"

"I'd rather be shot," She replied without hesitation, her jovial tone making Pat snort loudly. Hannigan seemed unphased by this response, giving his daughter a pat on the shoulder before disappearing up the staircase.

Silence hung among them for a long, awkward moment, droplets of blood blooming against her skin from where the cat had scratched at her. Diana looked up after a while of nursing her wounds, noticing the frown creasing Kershaw's expression. She shrugged. "We get them in here all the time. Dad keeps birds, so we've got to keep them out as best we can."

"... Right."

"Do you usually have half of senior command drinking tea in your house?" Fraser asked.

"Only on Wednesdays."

"Ah."

The coast outside had cleared, not a single MP in sight amongst the hustle and bustle of wealthy Englishmen sweating through their expensive suits in the Cairo heat. Diana had made sure to lightly scold them before letting the boys go, writing a shortlist of clubs they could actually enjoy and get appropriately hammered without military intervention. Kershaw took the list with a grin, tucking it into the breast pocket of his shirt with as much care as if it were the holy grail itself. Their evening plans secured, the small group made to leave, filing back out through the front door, keeping a keen eye open for any more cats attempting to gain entry.

Reg was the last to leave, pausing in the doorway to look back at her one last time. The afternoon sun slipped through at an angle, and in the light, he could see light shades of brown running through her dark curls. Whoever had painted her had been a fool. They hadn't looked close enough - they had missed everything that made her truly beautiful.

"Forget something, soldier?" She asked softly, a smirk teasing her expression. He reached out, taking her hand in his with all the care he had the day Jock had died, brushing the pad of his thumb across her scratched knuckles, leaving a slight smear of blood in his wake.

"Look after yourself, eh? Have a good night." Reg nodded, dropping her hand as swiftly as he had taken it and leaving without a word.

The sensation did not come easy to him. Reg Seekings had only ever been familiar with anger - with rage, violence, and the feeling of adrenaline coursing through his body after he committed it. It was hard to be gentle - hard to force his hands to work softly, as if he were reeling back every muscle in his body that knew how to hurt, tucking what seemed the biggest part of himself away and digging down deep in the hopes he might find something better. As they headed down the street, getting further and further from the house with each step, he looked down at his hand, a smudge of Diana's blood dried and dark against his thumb. It was the first drop of blood Reg had felt on his hand that had not been born of violence - that had not come from the force of his fists.

"Y'alright there, Reg?" Kershaw's voice came from ahead, looking back over his shoulder.

He pushed his bloodied hand into his pocket and out of sight. "Yeah."

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When Reg, Dave and Pat had decided to go out that night, they were almost certain the address Diana had given them was incorrect. She had doodled a star beside the club's name - a sure sign of its quality - but the men could not help but share a look of uncertainty as they were led down a dark, narrow alleyway, silent in the cool evening air, the only sound the whirr of engines a few streets over.

"We better not be lost," Dave muttered, tearing the map from Pat's hands who surrendered it with an almost insulted scoff.

"The address is wrong, it ain't my fault."

At the other end of the alley, a basement door opened, a sliver of warm light escaping towards them along with the soft sound of music. A man and woman emerged, arm in arm, swaying side to side, clearly intoxicated as they staggered past the three of them and disappeared around a corner, the heavy metal door they had existed through being pulled shut with a creak.

"Well. I s'pose that's it then," Kershaw said, ignoring Riley's sideways look of 'told you so, asshole'.

They approached tentatively, Reg's knuckled rapping against the metal with a loud thud thud thud. A letterbox-sized slot was tugged open, a man peering at them from inside, bathed in the golden glow of lamplight.

"What d'you want?" He demanded.

They could not simply demand entry. That wouldn't work, they were smart enough to know that. Reg opened his mouth, hoping something smart would come to him, but nothing did. Shouldering his way to the front of the group, Pat spoke up, turning on his American charm, his voice coming calm and smooth.

"We're friends of Diana Fayed."

The door was hauled open wordlessly, creaking on its hinges, and the trio looked at each other in disbelief at their luck, Dave clapping Pat on the shoulder in approval as they headed inside. The sound of live music hit them the moment they entered, the club opening out before them with as much wonder as a distant mirage in the desert. They entered through the basement into the club's second floor, balconies adorned with tables running around the walls, the centre open above the main floor below. Despite being burrowed deep in the ground without a window in sight, they had somehow created the illusion of daylight, and it felt as though they had stumbled upon a time machine, transporting them to the heat and brightness of midday sunlight.

A band was in full swing on the main floor below, playing raucously atop a small stage that had been built up opposite the bar, the tiled floor dotted with tabled and dancing couples, Cairo society mingling freely as the alcohol ran ceaselessly.

"She knows her stuff, our Di'" Dave chuckled, unable to wipe the giddy grin from his face as they made their way to a table. Reg lowered himself into a seat, doing a double-take as he noticed a pair of beautiful women nearby, gossiping amongst themselves as they stared at the uniformed men. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a smirk coming on. But there was an inkling of hesitation, a sense of unease somewhere deep in his stomach. This wasn't like him. He needed a drink.

"Speaking of Diana," Pat frowned, peering over the balcony railing at the crowd of people below. Reg looked down, spotting her almost instantly.

She was making her way from the bar, a glass of whiskey in each hand, red lips spread in a grin as she chatted to a uniformed soldier next to her, his shoulders carving a way through the crowd for her as they headed towards a table. Her curls fell neatly without the disruption of the desert wind, the dark hair in stark contrast against the white silk of her dress. It held her close in all the right places, a flattering v-neck in the front, and a deep back exposing the curve of her spine. It was as if she had been carved from marble, so perfect did she look in Reg's eyes. He felt his mouth turn dry.

"Hey, Di'!" Dave called, and she met their gaze, lifting one of the glasses in something between a wave and a toast. Whatever she called back had been lost beneath the din of the music, but Reg couldn't tear his gaze away from her, try as he might.

"She looks good," Pat observed. Seekings almost glared at him.

"Oi Reg, look out, got an admirer over there," Kershaw teased, gesturing towards the pair of women who had been watching since they entered. He spared another glance to Diana down below. She had reached her table, sitting amongst a crowd of military men and well-dressed women, the group chatting and laughing like old friends. She didn't need him looking out for her, even if he wanted to.

Fuck it.

Reg picked up his glass as their drinks arrived, taking a sip and rising from his chair. "Fellas," He nodded, the others jeering in encouragement as he made his way over.

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It had been the first drop of real, good alcohol she had felt on her tongue since everything had happened. She hadn't had a drink when Eoin died, she hadn't had a drink when Jock died. Tonight it seemed Diana was drinking for both of them. No more sipping out of scavenged bottles they'd stolen from the New Zealanders. This was the good stuff.

"You sure you're good?" Jas asked from beside her. Jaspreet Nadar had been her best friend since they were children, since her father had followed the flow of cash from India to Egypt and decided to set up his business here, becoming friends with the General along the way. The pair hadn't seen each other in months, but their much-awaited reunion was becoming somewhat tainted by the tragedies Diana had witnessed. The moment the first drop of drink rolled down her throat it was as if she remembered everything she could be drinking for - and with that came the urge for another glass. And another.

Diana reached over and took Jaspreet's hand in hers, their palms slotting together perfectly. "Will you get drunk with me?" She asked sincerely.

The corner of Jas' mouth curled upwards in a smile both sympathetic and mischievous. "You know you never have to ask me that twice," She said, and Diana laughed as she watched her best friend upturn a shot glass and let its contents spill down her throat.

Their company for the night was largely comprised of the sons of Diana's father's friends - young, bright, military men hoping to live up to their fathers' legacies - and university students who had crossed the river in search of a good time. Neither Diana nor Jaspreet knew any of them as more than acquaintances or drinking buddies, but the atmosphere was jovial, and for a moment one could almost forget there was a war going on outside of that basement.

Except Diana couldn't forget. Sometimes she would wake in the dark, and for a moment find herself back in the desert the night of her first jump, staring up at the endless blackness, Eoin McGonigal's corpse a dead weight behind her, every muscle in her body screaming for release. She had ached for a week after that night, and was beginning to suspect Paddy had noticed her reluctance to meet his eye. In the SAS there was no time to stop, to process, to find a healthy way to cope instead of drowning in the horrors you had seen - and those you had committed yourself. The warmth of the alcohol in her throat was a calming presence, a mellowing influence that held the memories at bay. She began to find herself reaching for the next glass before she had finished the first.

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Reg's night was coming to a close. Comfortably buzzing from the alcohol, a beautiful woman ready to accompany him home - it was everything a night should be in a place like this. Downing the last of his drink, placing the glass down with the finality of a man ready to leave, he held out his arm to the woman - whose name he found he was struggling to recall - and she took it as they rose to their feet, a sense of anticipation hanging between them for what was to come.

It was just as he was about to leave when a hand seized his shoulder. He felt his entire body tense, mind suddenly racing in an attempt to pin who it could be. An off-duty MP who recognised him from the brawl? One of those cunts from the alleyway looking for a round two? Reg squared his shoulders in preparation for a confrontation as he turned, only to fall limp again as he found himself face to face with Kershaw, his brow furrowed in concern.

"What is it?" Seekings asked, tilting his head towards the woman on his arm to signal his preoccupation.

"We've got a... situation," Dave frowned.

"What the fuck is it?"

"Well..."

Over the din of the band, Reg heard a familiar cackle erupt from down below. Expression furrowing to match Dave's, he stepped towards the balcony railing, peering down at the main floor below. Diana's table was now empty save for her and another woman he didn't recognise - thick black hair curled fashionably, draped in a dress of purple silk - and the both of them were visibly, utterly, unmistakably shit-faced. Pat had already gone down, and had a gentle grip on Diana's arm, attempting to help her up from her chair as she continued to tell the other woman a very loud story, her words coming slurred as her companion struggled to contain her giggles.

"Oh, fuck," He muttered, his companion for the evening suddenly forgotten as he made his way to the stairs, descending with Kershaw close behind him.

Riley was visibly embarrassed by the attention they were drawing from nearby patrons as he attempted to steady Diana on her feet, ankles almost buckling as she tried to balance in her heels. "No, because he had a gun!" She slurred, halfway through her story, the other woman at the table letting out another laugh.

"Jesus Christ, how much have you had?" Reg scolded, wrapping an arm around her torso as he reached her side. Diana's brow rose in surprise at this, peering down at where his hand had a firm grip on her waist.

"Handsy," She noted, snorting back laughter.

"Fucking hell. Let's go."

The men attempted to steer her towards the exit but she tugged against them with all her might, craning her neck to look behind them. "Nooo, we have to bring Jas!"

"Who?" Dave asked, preoccupied with shouldering his way through the crowd ahead.

"She's my best friend, we have to bring her!" Breaking free of Reg's grip, he let out a frustrated sigh as he realised she had kicked off her heels, leaving them discarded in the middle of the floor as she returned for her friend, the pair swaying against each other as Jas stood up. "If you don't bring her I'll shout kidnap. I'm not fuckin' around."

None of them had the energy to argue, and so they helped the two women up out of the club, emerging into the cool night air, squinting in the darkness. Kershaw had a firm hand on Jaspreet's arm, and it was only once she was certain the other woman was with the group that Diana let Reg help her along, leaning into his side as he kept an arm around her.

"What happened to all your fancy friends, eh?" He asked quietly, feeling the warmth of her skin through her dress.

"They got bored - we got loud and they got embarrassed - went off to find somewhere else to sit."

There was that anger Reg knew all too well, bubbling up inside his chest so quickly he had to keep himself from clenching the hand that had a hold on her. She had been vulnerable, and they had ditched her. Who knew what could have happened, where she could have ended up had someone less savoury showed up? The possibilities flooding his thoughts made his blood boil, and his grip on her tightened slightly.

It had taken almost a half hour of wandering for the three soldiers to admit that they could not remember the way to Diana's home, the realisation hitting them with a sense of slight panic. Even with her knowledge of the city, there was no way she'd be able to guide their way back in this state. After some time deliberating, it became clear that they had only one option.

Stirling's butler opened the door to his flat promptly, an immediate expression of dread crossing his face at the sight before him. Reg, Dave and Pat were stood in the hallway outside, smiling hopefully as Diana and Jaspreet attempted to recall the lyrics to a song that had been playing in the club, giggling as they failed to find the words.

"No. No." The man protested, shaking his head despite his willingness to step aside for the group, the men shuffling past him and into Stirling's living room.

"Where's Stirling?" Kershaw asked, guiding Jas into a nearby armchair.

"He's out. You're lucky he doesn't have anyone over tonight, or you'd be in real trouble."

"Yeah, well. If he had a problem with this, tell him to call General Hannigan," Reg grunted.

The butler left the room swiftly, clearly choosing to pretend he hadn't seen anything at all. Diana was half-lying down on the sofa, her head pressed against the armrest, kicking off the shoes Reg had made her put back on before they left.

Without a word, Seekings turned to leave, fists clenched. "Woah, where are you going?" Pat called. He was satisfied that Diana was safe, but another pressing issue was tugging at him.

"I'll be back soon," He said simply, the door to the flat closing behind him with a slam.

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It was well into the early hours of the morning when Reg returned, entering far more quietly than he had left as he eased the door shut behind him. The flat had slipped into a comfortable silence, the only light creeping in from the streetlamps outside, a faint orange glow bathing half of the main room.

He collapsed backwards into the nearest armchair with a sigh, exhaustion tugging at his eyelids as he nursed the cuts and bruises that now littered his knuckles. The sudden shift of the light somewhere to his left startled him, sucking in a loud, sharp breath. "Fuckin' hell," He whispered.

"Sorry," Diana's voice replied from the darkness, and as his eyes adjusted he realised she was crouched on the hardwood floor, gently removing the pins from Jas' hair as the other woman slept soundly, her face pressed into the sofa cushions.

"Oh, it's you," Reg sighed, relaxing into his seat once more. "...What are you still up for?"

"These'll hurt when she wakes up," She pointed out, forming a neat pile of hairpins in the palm of her hand as she removed them one by one. It was such a caring gesture that he couldn't help but smile, almost forgetting the twinging pain in his fists.

"... Where did you go?"

"Oh, uh..." Reg looked down at the cuts on his hands. Diana shuffled across the floor towards him, the skirt of her dress creasing and bunching up around her hips with the movement. Even in the dark, he could make out the exposed skin of her thighs, and tried his damndest not to look. She was still drunk, after all. "Had some shit to deal with."

She reached up, taking one of his wounded hands in hers and squinting to make out the blood that was now beginning to scab. "Did you beat someone up?" Diana asked, almost teasingly.

"Went back to the club," He admitted. "Found one of the blokes who ditched you..."

He could make it out in her expression the moment she realised what he had done. Reg tensed, half expecting her to be angry, but in her intoxicated state, she merely smiled, letting out a giddy chuckle.

"Well, I am flattered," Diana grinned, and he had begun to do the same when she pressed her lips against the cuts that covered his knuckles, holding them there for a moment before turning her head to rest her cheek against the back of his palm, curled up on the floor beside him.

Reg sucked in another deep breath, fighting hard to bury anything he might have been feeling in that moment. In the dark he could feel the band-aids wrapped around her fingers from where the cat had scratched her, could feel the warmth of her cheek against his hand and hear the slow lull of her breathing. He could have stayed in that moment forever, but all at once it began to seem selfish.

"Right, come on," He grunted, pushing himself up from his chair. Diana looked up at him in confusion, and he spared a glance around the flat. "Where's the others gone?"

"Bed," She shrugged.

"Right then, that's where you're going too," Placing a hand on either side of her rib cage, she gripped his wrists as he hauled her up onto her feet, her skirt falling back down past her knees. Suddenly it was a little easier to breathe. Reg manoeuvred her awkwardly towards the sofa, accidentally stubbing his toe on something hard in the dark. He almost swore, and she pressed a finger to her lips, fighting a laugh as she shushed him, Jaspreet still sleeping soundly close by.

"Yeah, yeah," He whispered, shaking his head dismissively as she lay down along the length of the couch, curls splayed against the cushions. "Goodnight then," Reg nodded affirmatively, taking a step back.

"I think, technically, it's morning."

"Oh, shut up," He muttered, fighting a grin as he turned to leave, heading towards the spare room Stirling kept for guests on nights like these.

Just as he was about to leave, Diana's voice came, quiet and soft, from the darkness. "Thank you. For beating someone up for me, that's very sweet."

Reg nodded, a long pause lingering in the cool night air as he fought to find the right words.

"I will always be there to beat someone up when you need me," He said. Even in the dark, he could tell she was grinning.

"How romantic."

#sas rogue heroes #sas: rogue heroes #sas rogue heroes oc #sas rogue heroes fic #reg seekings #reg seekings x oc #dave kershaw #pat riley #david stirling #eoin mcgonigal #oc: diana #fic | damage gets done

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bruciemilf · 2 years ago

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pls do more batman x cod!! how would big bro ghost react to the justice leageu?

OH MANNN, the way I love big brother! Ghost.

Firstly, this man's agility when it comes to danger? Practically a foe detector. He'll dissect your vibes like a human scalpel and if he doesn't like what he finds??? Good fucking luck

I know it deep in my bones that Ghost doesn't like what he can't kill; He ranks JL members entirely on how easy they can be neutered. Or how likely they are to flirt with Bruce

Needles to say, he likes very little people

Him and Diana get along because uh, why wouldn't they? Warrior babygirl to warrior babygirl conversation

He and Ollie fight for that "I'm Bruce's favorite brother" spot, " you don't even have a KID" "What the bloody fuck is König, then? Air with legs?"

Sees Hal and its shooting on sight tbh

Clark? Picture your husband's relationship with your sister. There you have it, " Bloody hell. Doesn't help Bruce is one heart and brain out the window for ya. "

" WhAT-"

" I know. I'm surprised, too"

" No I mean- he. He Likes me?"

" Aye, likes yer pathetic dog eyes and fancy curl. I know. Read his journals."

"... He thinks it's Fancy?"

#dc x cod #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #justice league #the justice league #dc #dc comics #clark kent #diana prince #hal jordan #oliver queen #asks #text #text post

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xxdjsunsetxdxx-blog · 1 year ago

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Random Ships I Like In No Particular Order:

* Loubbie- Lou Miller x Debbie Ocean- Ocean’s 8

* Sabina x Elena- Charlie’s Angels (2019)

* Macgyver x Riley- MacGyver (2016)

* Magnum x Higgins- Magnum PI (2018)

* Shoot- Shaw x Root- Person of Interest

* Rizzles- Rizzoli x Isles- Rizzoli & Isles

* Wondercheetah- Wonder Woman x Cheetah- DC

* Camren- Camila x Lauren- Fifth Harmony

* Blackhill- Natasha Romanoff x Maria Hill- Marvel

* Xialing x Katy- Shang-Chi

* Peggy Carter x Dottie Underwood- Agent Carter

* Supercorp- Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor- Supergirl

* Daniela x Carla- In The Heights

* Mira Harberg x Laurie- Irma Vep

* Judy Hale x Jen Harding- Dead To Me

* Florence x Madeleine- Gunpowder Milkshake

* Ronance- Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler- Stranger Things

* Eleanor x Drea- Do Revenge

* Harlivy- Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy- DC

* Wenclair- Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair- Wednesday

* Meddison- Meredith x Addison- Grey’s Anatomy

* Emily x Stephanie- A Simple Favor

* Mercymaker- Mercy x Widowmaker- Overwatch

* Akko x Diana- Little Witch Academia

* Dovesso- Professor Dovey x Lady Lesso- The School for Good and Evil

* Cassie Lang x Jentorra - Quantumania

* Spideypool- Spider-Man x Deadpool- Marvel

* Superbat- Superman x Batman- DC

* Batman x Catwoman- DC

* Princess Audrey x Wonder Woman- DCAU

* Jon Stewart (Green Lantern) x Hawkgirl (Shayera Hol)- DCAU

* StephCass- Stephanie Brown x Cassandra Cain- DC

* DinahBabs- Black Canary (Dinah Lance) x Oracle (Barbara Gordon)- DC

* DicKory- Nightwing (Dick Grayson) x Starfire (Koriand’r)- DC

* Wondermagic- Wonder Woman x Zatanna- DC

* Daphne x Velma- Scooby-Doo

* Cassie Dewell x Jenny Hoyt- Big Sky

* Choni- Cheryl Blossom x Toni Topaz- Riverdale

* Bechloe- Beca Mitchell x Chloe Beale-Pitch Perfect

* Khalopatra- Kleopatra x Frida Khalo- Clone High

* Talia Burns x Margot Fairmont- First Kill

* Question x Huntress- DCAU

* SuperWonderBat- Superman x Wonder Woman x Batman- DCAU

* Wonderhawk- Wonder Woman x Hawkgirl (Shayera Hol)- DCAU

* Dana Scully x Monica Reyes- X-Files

* Barbara (Barbie) Handler x Gloria- Barbie

* Julethief- Carmen Sandiego x Julia (Jules) Argent- Carmen Sandiego

* Seven Of Nine x Raffi Musiker- Star Trek

* Larissa Weems x Morticia Addams- The Addams Family

* Swanqueen- Emma Swan x Regina Mills- Once Upon A Time

* Alicia Florrick x Kalinda Sharma- The Good Wife

* Danny James x Cable McCrory- Bull

* Kim Possible x Shego- Kim Possible

* Peachline-Princess Peach x Mayor Pauline- Mario

* Gelphie- Elphaba Thropp x Glinda Upland- Wicked

* SamBucky- Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes- Marvel

* PeggyNat- Peggy Carter (Captain Carter) x Natasha Romanoff- What if?

* Maxine “Max” Baker x Abby Littman- Ginny & Georgia

* Ashrah x Nitara- Mortal Kombat

* Johnshi- Johnny Cage x Kenshi Takahashi- MK

* Barlissa- Barbara Howard x Melissa Shimmenti- Abbot Elementary

* Cabenson- Olivia Benson x Alex Cabot- Law & Order SVU

* Caroljess- Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) x Jessica Drew (Spider-Woman)- Marvel Comics

* Bishlova- Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova- Hawkeye

* Chlonette- Chloe Burgeois x Marinette Dupain-Cheng- Miraculous Ladybug (in theory)

* Clawdeen x Draculaura- MH (Gen 1)

* Teleanor- Tahani Al Jamil x Eleanor Shellstrop- The Good Place

* Hanamusa- Jessie x Delia Ketchum- Pokémon

* Jemily- Emily Prentiss x Jennifer “JJ” Jareau- Criminal Minds

* Mellivia- Olive Pope x Melody “Mellie” Grant- Scandal

* Malvie- Mal x Evie- Descendants

* Mileena x Tanya- Mortal Kombat

talk to me abt them if you want :)

couldn’t fit all the tags lol

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saintmeghanmarkle · 6 months ago

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📋 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐌 𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐑𝐎, 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟒𝟎𝐱𝟒𝟎 📋

📌 ARO jam recipients (as of May 27th, 2024)

Tracy Robbins (designer, wife of Paramount Pictures CEO Brian Robbins) *

Delfina Balquier (Argentine socialite, wife of Nacho Figueras) * and Nacho Figueras (professional polo player) *

Kelly Mckee Zajfen (friend, Alliance of Moms founder) *

Mindy Kaling (actress and comedian) *

Tracee Ellis Ross (actress, daughter of Diana Ross)

Abigail Spencer (friend, Suits co-star) *

Chrissy Teigen (television personality, wife of John Legend)

Kris Jenner ('Momager') *

Garcelle Beauvais (actress, Real Housewives of Beverly Hills) *

Heather Dorak (friend, yoga instructor) *

📌 Archetypes podcast guests

Serena Williams 🏆

Mariah Carey 👑

Mindy Kaling (actress and comedian) *

Margaret Cho (comedian and actress)

Lisa Ling (journalist and tv personality)

Deepika Padukone (Indian actress)

Jenny Slate (actress and comedian)

Constance Wu (actress)

Paris Hilton (entrepreneur, socialite, activist)

Iliza Shlesinger (comedian and actress)

Issa Rae (actress and writer)

Ziwe (comedian and writer)

Sophie Grégoire Trudeau (former wife of Canadian PM Trudeau)

Pamela Adlon (actress)

Sam Jay (comedian and writer)

Mellody Hobson (President and co-CEO of $14.9B Ariel Investments, Chairwoman of Starbucks Corporation, wife of George Lucas)

Victoria Jackson (entrepreneur, wife of Bill Guthy: founder of Guthy-Renker, leading direct marketing company)

Jameela Jamil (actress, television host)

Shohreh Aghdashloo (Iranian and American actress)

Michaela Jaé Rodriguez (actress and singer)

Candace Bushnell (Sex and The City writer)

Trevor Noah (South African comedian)

Andy Cohen (talk show host)

Judd Apatow (director, producer, screenwriter)

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📌 40x40 participants

Adele 🌟

Amanda Gorman (poet and activist)

Amanda Nguyen (activist)

Ayesha Curry (actress, cooking television personality)

Ciara (singer and actress)

Deepak Chopra (author and alternative medicine advocate)

Dr. Nadine Burke Harris (former Surgeon General of California)

Elaine Welteroth (former Editor-in-Chief of Teen Vogue)

Dr. Ibram X Kendi (professor and anti-racism activist)

Fernando Garcia (creative director of Oscar de la Renta)

Gabrielle Union (actress)

Gloria Steinem (feminist journalist and social-political activist)

Hillary Clinton (politician, wife of former US President Bill Clinton)

Katie Couric (journalist) *

Kerry Washington (actress)

Chef José Andrés (founder of World Central Kitchen)

Melissa McCarthy (actress)

Princess Eugenie (member of British Royal Family)

Priyanka Chopra (actress)

Sarah Paulson (actress)

Sofia Carson (actress)

Sophie Grégoire Trudeau (former wife of Canadian PM)

Stella McCartney (fashion designer, daughter of Paul McCartney)

Dr. Theresa "Tessy" Ojo - CBE, FRSA (Diana Award CEO)

Tracee Ellis Ross (actress, daughter of Diana Ross)

Unconfirmed - Edward Enninful (former Editor-in-Chief of British Vogue)

Unconfirmed - Daniel Martin (makeup artist) *

An official list of all "40x40" participants was never disclosed

source 1 // source 2 // source 3

📌 Notes:

Names with an asterisk (*) indicate that they follow ARO on Instagram

Notably missing from these lists: Netflix CEO Ted Sarandos and wife Nicole Avant, Jeff Bezos and Lauren Sanchez, Beyoncé, Tina Knowles, Tyler Perry, Oprah Winfrey, Gayle King, Kevin Costner, Ellen DeGeneres, Portia Rossi *, Brooke Shields, John Travolta, Kelly Rowland, Holly Robinson Peete, Misan Harriman *, Michael Bublé

Wedding guests missing from these lists: Jessica Mulroney, George and Amal Clooney, David and Victoria Beckham, Idris Elba and Sabria Dhowre, James Blunt and Sofia Wellesley, Janina Gavankar, Elton John and David Furnish, James Corden and Julia Carey, Patrick J. Adams and the rest of the cast of Suits, Joss Stone, Tom Hardy and Charlotte Riley, Carey Mulligan and Marcus Mumford [Source]

Sunshine Sachs must've called in a LOT of favors to get so many famous names on board the Archetypes Podcast and the 40x40 project. Vanity projects that went... nowhere.

Without Sunshine Sachs, IMO it's highly unlikely that M will ever be able to reach the same level of celebrity access on her own.

If there are any names missing from these lists, please comment below 👇

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Smoke and Mirrors

11 –The Lantern Festival

Book: The Royal Romance Finale AU

Series Premise: Hidden in the shadows, poised to challenge the status quo are enemies of the state. The loyalties and honesty of family and friends will be tested. ‘Keep your friends close, your enemies closer’.

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Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP ‘LiRi’

2nd Pairings: Leo Rys x Amalas, Drake Walker x F!OC Delaney Leigh, Olivia Nevrakis x M!OC Alex Cossoy

*Most characters belong to Pixelberry Studios

*Not Beta’d, please excuse all errors

Rating: M🔞*Series Warnings: NSFW material, sexual innuendo, adult language/swearing/drinking/gun violence. Not recommended for anyone under 18 years of age.

Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff

Words: 2476

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The Lantern Festival - 11

Chapter Summary: The Cordonian Royal Family join in the celebrations for the annual Valtorian Lantern Festival.

Music Inspiration: Feels Like Home, Diana Krall, Bryan Adams

A/N1: My submission for @choicesflashfics Week #61, Prompt 1, "You're my favorite."➡️"Favorite what?"➡️"Everything." and Week #60, Prompt 1, “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

Valtorian Estate, Cordonia

King Liam leisurely descended the opulent grand staircase after carrying his sleeping daughter to her room; Princess Eleanor was exhausted from the day’s events and fell asleep watching the countless number of lanterns floating gently carrying the hopes and dreams of the people into the night sky. He paused at the foot of the staircase and looked up to see Riley, starting to step down to follow him.

Inside his soul, he felt complete. He has everything that he had always wanted and dreamed of. Three beautiful, healthy children, a prosperous and peaceful kingdom, and the woman of his dreams by his side. His radiant queen.

Smiling, Riley called down, “wait for me, your Majesty.” Riley had just finished breast feeding their son, Stefan, and when he fell sound asleep along with his brother, William, she softly closed their nursery door to join Liam as they prepared to go outside the estate to give the closing remarks to the awaiting press.

The annual Lantern Festival had another successful run in Valtoria, being a much-loved festive favorite in Cordonia. The closing ceremonies to conclude the celebrations now awaited the King and Queen.

Liam chuckled as he held out his hand to her and when she took it, he gently pulled her into his embrace, kissing her cheek, his voice husky, but gentle as he replied,

"I would never leave without my Queen."

"Ah, yes, but you can't go anywhere without saying goodbye to those you love." Riley coyly responded.

"You're my favorite." Liam snickered.

"Favorite what?" Riley saucily replied.

He raised a brow and smirked. My "everything."

Smiling, Liam challenged, "who says?"

"This one." Riley giggled as she pressed a kiss to his jaw.

"Mmmm." Liam hummed, wrapping his arms around her, his hands sliding down to her bottom.

"Liam!"

"You know we can't do that here," she whispered, though her lips trailed kisses down his neck.

"It wouldn't be the first time..." He murmured back, his breath tickling her ear.

"I'm sure there are reporters watching the estate now, waiting for you."

Liam let out a small growl and reluctantly released his wife. She laughed, knowing full well how much Liam hated having his alone time with her cut short.

She took his hand in hers, and he laced their fingers together as they exited the estate and headed towards the podium and the awaiting press.

"Good evening. Thank you, all, for coming. Tonight was a great success, thanks to all of your efforts and that of our staff. We're honored to have you with us to celebrate a tradition that spans generations and is the highlight of Valtorian tradition. It warms my heart to see so many people come out and show their support. So, thank you all. And now, if you'll excuse me, I will see you next year. Enjoy the rest of the festival and please be safe on your journeys home. Have a good night."

The crowd clapped and cheered, and then started to disperse. Riley waved as she walked off the podium with Liam by her side.

"That was nice." Riley grinned.

"What was, love?"

"The way you spoke to the reporters. It was a little different from what you would normally say."

"Was it now?" Liam questioned.

Riley nodded and smiled knowingly.

"Maybe because I am just trying to get through this as soon as possible. So, I can have some quality alone time with my beautiful wife." He replied, his hand slipping onto the small of her back and moving downward, squeezing her bottom gently.

Riley gasped and bit her lip.

"Behave, my king. We're not alone yet."

"I can't wait."

After saying their goodbyes to the remaining lingering nobles, they hurried back inside the estate and up to their bedroom, where Liam immediately began removing his jacket and tie.

Riley giggled and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Eager, aren't we, Liam?"

He turned, his shirt partially unbuttoned, revealing his toned chest, and stared at her with such heat in his eyes.

"Only for you, my Queen. Now come over here, so I can kiss you properly."

She stood and stepped over to him. As soon as she was within arm's reach, Liam grabbed her waist and pulled her into him. He captured her mouth with his, and their tongues danced as they kissed deeply. Liam's hand quickly unzipped her gown, with his fingers brushing her warm skin. Riley moaned and pulled away, smiling.

"You're so beautiful." he said softly, his hand caressing her face, his thumb grazing her cheek.

She blushed and turned her head, kissing his palm.

"You're charming, my King."

"I love when you call me that."

"Then you shall always hear it, my King."

"I'll never get tired of it."

"Nor will I." Riley softly responded.

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

"Let's continue this in the bath, shall we?" Liam wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Absolutely."

Riley grinned as they both stripped their formal wear and then walked hand in hand into the bathroom, which had a huge bathtub that was more like a hot tub. Liam set the water to the right temperature and added some soothing bath salts. As the water filled, they kissed and touched each other. Liam's fingers skimmed her back, and he pulled her closer, his erection pressed against her stomach. Riley reached between them, wrapped her hand around his engorged member and stroked him, his moans vibrating her lips as he continued to kiss her.

They parted for air, and Liam lifted Riley, placing her on the counter. He slid his hands down her thighs and pulled her knees apart. When his fingers found her center, he grinned and began circling her clit, teasing her.

"Oh god..." She moaned, her legs spreading, granting him better access.

"You're so wet, Riley..."

"And it's all for you, my King.

Liam, I need you …" she breathed in and closed her eyes. “Please …"

"Fuck... I cannot wait any longer..."

"Then don't."

Liam grabbed her ass and lifted her into the tub. The water was the perfect temperature, and the soothing jets relaxed her muscles. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and Liam positioned himself, pushing inside her, making her gasp and throw her head back.

"God, Riley..."

He started a steady pace, and his fingers found her clit again, circling her bud in time with his thrusts.

"Liam... Oh my god..."

"That's it, my Queen. Moan for me. Tell me how good I feel inside you."

"So... good. Fuck, Liam!" She screamed.

Her fingers raked his shoulders, and her walls clenched around him, her orgasm hitting her. He groaned and sped up, his thrusts harder and deeper.

"Liam... Yes..."

"Riley..."

Liam captured her mouth in a kiss, his tongue slipping between her lips. Riley moaned and pulled him closer, her nails digging into his skin.

When his orgasm came, he groaned and buried his face in the crook of her neck. They held each other until their breathing returned to normal.

Liam withdrew and moved back, settling against the edge of the tub.

"That was amazing," Riley said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"It always is." He winked.

Riley rolled her eyes. "Cheeky."

Liam laughed, and she joined in.

After washing and drying off, Riley put on her silky pajamas and slipped into bed, Liam joining her. She snuggled close, resting her head on his chest, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and his fingers caressed her skin.

"I have an idea.... now that our boys are here...". Liam paused as Riley propped up beside him to look into his eyes.

"I want to start a new Christmas tradition."

"What's that?"

"I'd like us to spend the week before Christmas at the Royal Blackspine Mountain Lodge, just the five of us. The boys will be old enough to enjoy the snow and sledding, and I know Ellie loves it there. What do you say?"

"I think that's a great idea. It would be nice for us to have some family time without any interruptions. But what about Leo and our friends?"

"They are more than welcome to join us. They are our extended family, and I would love to have them with us."

"You know, that sounds wonderful, Liam. I'm glad you suggested it. Maybe we could have the staff prepare a feast and a Christmas party for everyone. I will talk to Maxwell about it. You know how he is with the party planning."

Liam chuckled and leaned over, kissing her temple. "Yes, he does love his parties."

"That he does."

They laughed and then lay in silence for a few minutes.

"We should get some sleep. The twins will be awake before we know it." Riley yawned.

"Did you see their eyes when Ellie let go of the lantern off the balcony?"

"It was the sweetest thing. She loves her brothers so much. I'm glad she doesn't resent them for stealing our attention."

"Ellie is the sweetest child. She is always putting others first and is so compassionate and loving. She's a great big sister."

"She's growing up so fast." Liam sighed.

"Yes, she is. Soon she'll be a teenager, then a young woman."

"Oh, no, don't remind me." Liam shook his head, chuckling.

"She'll always be our little girl, no matter how old she gets."

"I hope you're right." Liam tittered.

"I'm always right."

"I wouldn't go that far." Liam guffawed.

Riley gasped, feigning offence, and poked his ribs.

"I'm joking, love. Of course, you are right. And you're always sexy."

"And you're always cheeky."

"But you love me."

"With all my heart, always."

Liam pressed a tender kiss to her lips. "I love you too."

"Goodnight, my king."

"Goodnight, my queen."

***

The next morning, Riley was awakened by her cell phone ringing.

Maxwell is calling in response to the party planning text for the Christmas party that Liam had sent the night before.

She answered the phone. "Good morning, Max."

"Little blosom! My favorite Queen. How are you, my friend? It's so nice to hear from you. How's life at Valtoria treating you?" maxwell rambled.

"Life is great. Liam and I are looking forward to spending Christmas at the Lodge this year. It'll be our first Christmas with the twins, and we wanted to make it special. That's why we reached out to you. We're thinking of having a big party and inviting all our friends. Would you like to plan the event?"

Maxwell didn't hesitate with his response. "Oh, oh, absolutely!, Riley. I'm all over this. Can you give me some more deets!?, like what you're looking for and how many guests? We need to make this the biggest and best party of the season."

" I knew you were the right person to ask," Riley snickered.

"That's what we were hoping for. Here's what I have in mind...."

After Riley ended the call, Liam reached over, wrapping his arm around her waist pulling her back to his chest. "Who were you talking to?" He whispered, his lips grazing her ear.

"Just Maxwell, he's excited to help plan the Christmas party."

The sound of the twins crying sounded on the monitor.

"And that's my cue to feed the twins."

Liam sat up and stretched. "I'll come with you. Ellie is probably awake, too. I'll make us some breakfast while you get the boys ready. Sound good?"

"That sounds wonderful, my love."

They climbed out of bed, and Riley threw on her robe and slippers while Liam got dressed. Then, they headed out the door and down the hallway towards the nursery, where their children were waiting.

***

After heating the griddle for pancakes, Liam took a sip of his coffee.

Suddenly, the calmness of the moment was disrupted by a subtle vibration against Liam’s thigh. Reaching for his phone, it was lit up with a call from Leo. His brows furrowed in concern, immediately answering the call.

“Leo? What’s up?” Liam’s voice held a sense of urgency, worried that something unexpected had occurred in the Capital.

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riveramorylunar · 2 years ago

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To Love & To Kill

Pairings: Mafia Boss Leonora Lesso x Reader

Warnings ⚠️: DARK THEMES! Gun Violence, Motorcycle Crash, Severe Wounds, Blood, Age Difference, Height Difference, Shooting, Cussing, Angry/Pissed Leonora, Killing, Flirting & Alcohol Consumption

Pet Names/Nicknames: Dear, Darling, Leo & Nora

Word Count: 4,057

A/N: it's not as dark as the Serial Killer Leonora Lesso fic I wrote but it will still be somewhat dark. And I decided to have Leonora wear her signature outfit in this fic!

Being the wife of a Dangerous Mafia Boss has its pros and cons. The Pros consist of never having to buy stuff for yourself, learning how to use weapons and fight, being able to go into bars without showing your ID, having a second family and more. The cons well you'd be a target of the rival Mafia groups, you'd probably get kidnapped as a bribe to get what the other Mafia groups want & lots of training. There are lots of pros and cons for being part of the Mafia.

Y/N was an ordinary girl all her life until two years ago at the age of 18. She lived in the city of London, England. A beautiful place with amazing food and gorgeous views. She had gone to live with her father who lived in the United States. She had finished her last year of high school there before saying goodbye to her father. Y/N was finally home in her home city where she grew up. She was standing in front of her home slightly nervous since she hadn't seen her little sister and mother in a year. She took a deep breath before walking up to steps. She walked over to the door and knocked on it before tapping her foot on the ground. After waiting a couple seconds the door was thrown open and someone jumped onto Y/N causing her to stumble back a bit. She dropped her bags before wrapping her arms around the person. "Y/N you're finally home I missed you so much" her little sister said as she clung to Y/N like a koala. "I missed you too Riley" Y/N said as she looked up to see her mother standing in the doorway smiling. "Riley dear get off of your sister" their mother said and Riley just clung tighter causing Y/N to chuckle. "It's alright mom" Y/N said as she bent down and grabbed her bags before walking into the house. Y/N's mother shut the door behind Y/N after she saw a car pull into the mansion across from their house. "Someone lives in that mansion now" Y/N said and Diana turned around before nodding her head. "Yeah 9 months ago" she said as she looked the door. "Mother doesn't like them even though she's never met them" Riley said and Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Really mother" Y/N said and Diana rolled her eyes before walking away from the door. Y/N looked at Riley who just shrugged before hugging Y/N again. Y/N watched as her little sister rushed after her mother.

Y/N made her way over to the window before pulling the curtain back slightly. When she looked over at the mansion she saw someone tall get out of their car and watched as they moved around. "Are you watching the neighbor" Riley said causing Y/N to jump before closing the curtain. Y/N laughed nervously before looking away. "Haha no I was just uh watching a uh squirrel run around the yard" Y/N stuttered out and her sister narrowed her eyes before shaking her head. "Sure but whatever" Riley said before walking out of the living room.

It was the next morning and Y/N was meeting up with her friends. Riley was going with her because she said it was fine. They got in the car before Y/N drove off towards the cafe. The two got out and made their way into the cafe. When they got in someone shouted Y/N's name loudly causing everyone to stop talking and look over. Y/N looked up to see one of her friends run over. Y/N opened her arms and the two hugged tightly rocking side to side. The others walked over and hugged Y/N as well. They all pulled away before Fiona dragged Y/N over to the table they were sitting at. Y/N sat down on the outside of the booth. "Y/N kiddo welcome back" the waiter said when he arrived. Y/N looked up and smiled "it's good to be back I missed all of you guys" she said causing the man to chuckle. As he was getting everyone's orders the bell above the door rang. Y/N looked over and her eyes widened in shock. A woman with copper red hair and piercing emerald green eyes walked in. The woman wore black slacks, a white buttoned up shirt with a black tie and black heels that had silver carvings on the back. She was wearing a trench coat that dragged along the ground whenever she walked. She had dark burgundy lipstick on and smokey black eyeshadow with some sparkles. Her nails were silver and she had two tattoos one on each wrist up to the hand. The tattoo on the right was two black roses with thorns and leaves while the tattoo on the left was a two headed black snake.

"Who the hell is that" Y/N muttered out and her friends and sister looked over before their eyes widened in shock. The waiter turned his head before turning back. The waiter was about to speak up when they all heard a shout. "Watch where you're going bitch" a man shouted and they all looked over to see a man standing in front of the woman who was clearly taller than him. The woman just looked down at the man who had clearly bumped into her instead of the other way around. The man was clearly drunk when he staggered a bit after bumping into the woman. The woman just stood there was a neutral expression as coffee and food ran down her trenchcoat. Y/N got up and was about to walk over when Riley grabbed her wrist. "What are you doing" Riley whispered out and Y/N pulled her wrist free before walking over. Y/N tapped on the man's shoulder causing him to turn around. "What do you wan- wait Y/N" The man said as his eyes widened in shock. "Alexander" Y/N said as she smiled sweetly. "What are you doing back here I thought you left" Alexander said and Y/N nodded. "I did leave but I'm back" Y/N said before she looked over at the woman who was already looking at her. She looked back at Alexander and shooed him off. He left the cafe with a huff while slamming the door shut. Y/N turned to the woman who was still looking at her. "Are you alright" Y/N said and the woman nodded. "I'm fine" the woman said with a cold tone. Y/N looked down at the woman's trenchcoat and saw a piece of cake on it.

Y/N grabbed a napkin and was about to wipe it off when a hand wrapped around her wrist. She looked up to see the woman looking down at her with a clenched jaw. "What do you think you're doing" the woman growled out and Y/N just rolled her eyes. "Just trying to help" Y/N said and the woman released the grip on Y/N's wrist. Y/N took that as a sign and started wiping off the food and drink that was on the woman's trenchcoat. Y/N's friends and sister watched in shock as they saw Y/N clean off the woman's coat. "Looks like Y/N got to the stone cold hottie" Richard said as he chuckled quietly. The others rolled their eyes at what he said. "Would you shut up Richard she could be in danger in the next month or sooner" Fiona muttered out as she glared at the blonde haired boy. When Y/N was finished the woman grabbed Y/N by the wrist before yanking her into her. "What's your name dear" the woman whispered out and Y/N blushed at the close proximity. "It's uh Y/N ma'am" Y/N muttered out and the woman smiled before loosening her grip on Y/N's wrist. She plucked out a pen from the countertop jar. She took the cap off with her teeth before writing down her phone number on Y/N's arm. Y/N just watched as the woman focused. The woman dropped Y/N's wrist before putting the pen away. Y/N looked down to see a phone number on her arm before seeing two initials. "What does LL stand for" Y/N said as she looked up at the woman. The woman chuckled before leaning down and whispered her name into Y/N's ear. Leonora Lesso, what a beautiful name for a handsome woman.

After the group left the cafe they headed to the park. None of them spoke until Y/N groaned before stopping in her tracks. "Why are you guys so quiet you're all usually chatting away" Y/N said and she watched her friends and sister look at each other before looking back at her. Riley grabbed her sister's wrist. "You need to stay away from that woman she's dangerous and she's extremely cold" Riley said and Y/N raised an eyebrow before she started laughing. "Y/N she's being serious she's bad news" Dustin said and Y/N rolled her eyes before turning around. She walked off and the others rushed after her a couple seconds later.

Y/N and Riley went home after a while. Y/N walked straight up to her room before shutting the door shut. "What's up with her" Diana said and Riley just rolled her eyes. "She's mad at me and her friends for saying someone was dangerous" Riley huffed out before folding her arms. "And who would that be" Diana questioned with a raised eyebrow. "The woman from across the street she met her in the cafe and we went to the park after and told her that she was bad news and dangerous" Riley said and Diana's eyes widened in shock. She stood up and made her way to the stairs when Riley stopped her. "She's in a bad mood" Riley stated and Diana sighed before walking backwards over and sitting down on the couch.

Y/N snuck out of her window and up onto the roof of the house. She took her phone out before typing in the phone number. She pressed the dial and waited as it rang a couple times. "Hello" Someone said on the other line and Y/N smiled as she pulled at the dry skin on her lip. "Hi" Y/N said and she heard a gun shot causing her to widen her eyes in shock. "Oh hello Y/N didn't expect you to call so soon" Leonora said and Y/N blushed slightly. "Sorry I can uh hang up if you're busy playing videogames" Y/N said and she heard Leonora chuckle. "No it's fine dear I could use a distraction" Leonora said with a hint of darkness behind it. "So what videogame are you playing" Y/N asked as she looked at the mansion across from her to see all the lights turned off which made her frown. "Oh uh it's Destiny" Leonora said after a couple seconds of silence. "Oh that game is good" Y/N said and Leonora agreed even if she wasn't playing it.

They stayed on the phone all night long until Y/N yawned and said goodnight. She hung up before going back into her room and collapsing onto her bed. It had been weeks and they talked every night. Y/N woke up one day when she heard something moving in her room. She grabbed her pillow and threw it causing someone to grunt. Her eyes flew open and she sat up to see Leonora standing near the window while holding her pillow. "What the hell are you doing here get out" Y/N whisper shouted causing Leonora to smirk. "Feisty I see" Leonora said as she tossed the pillow back onto the bed before walking over and sitting down on the edge. "How the hell did you get in" Y/N questioned and Leonora raised an eyebrow. "Your window of course" she said and Y/N looked over to see the window was open causing her to frown. "I locked it though" Y/N said and Leonora's lips twitched before she looked away. "Well guess you didn't since I'm here" she said and Y/N fell back on her bed and looked up at the ceiling.

"Come with me I wanna show you something" Leonora said as she stood up before holding her hand out. Y/N grabbed her hand before getting out of bed and standing up. Leonora looked Y/N up and down before smirking. Y/N looked down to realize she was only in a oversized shirt and underwear. "Let me uh get dressed first" Y/N stuttered out as she blushed. "Alright dear" Leonora said teasingly before making her way over to the window and climbing out of it. After Y/N got dressed and fixed her hair up she climbed out of her window. She shut it behind her and walked along the roof. Leonora helped her down and held onto her waist. Y/N stepped back as she looked away causing Leonora to chuckle before grabbing Y/N's hand. They made their way across the street and towards the mansion. Leonora stopped at a matte black Lamborghini. She opened the passenger door and Y/N got in. Leonora shut the door before walking around the car while smiling. She got into the passenger side before locking the doors while wrapping one of her hands around the steering wheel in a tight grip. She drove off and Y/N looked out the window watching the scenery pass by in a flash.

Leonora drove for a while until she stopped outside of big Ben. She got out and walked over to the passenger side before helping Y/N out. "What are we doing here" Y/N asked confused and Leonora stayed quiet causing the mood to change immediately. Y/N gulped as she looked around to see no one was around. They walked into the building and Leonora stayed quiet as they walked throughout the building. "Leo your scaring me what's going on" Y/N said as she pulled on her wrist to try and get free. Leonora stopped in front of a wall before looking around. "I told you I had to show you something" she said as she pushed on a brick making it move back. Y/N watched as the wall slid open. Leonora pulled Y/N with her and the wall closed behind them. They walked down the dark stairs before walking down a dark hallway and more stairs. Leonora stopped and Y/N bumped into her from behind. Y/N rubbed her face before stepping back a little. Leonora opened a door and Y/N immediately heard chattering and gun shots going off making her eyes widen.

The place was huge. It was basically the size of 6 or more football fields. Men and Women were all around the place wearing dark outfits. Some had scars while others had missing body parts like their ear, eye, legs, arms or half of their face. Leonora felt Y/N start backing away. She looked at Y/N and pulled her close before wrapping her arms around Y/N's shoulder. "Come on don't be scared dear" Leonora whispered into Y/N's ear with a hint of amusement. There were two floors, one for the bedrooms and one for the rest of the stuff. There was a huge living that had a huge flat screen tv plastered onto the stone wall. Under the TV was a long shelf with tons of DVDS, Blu-ray and CDs. In the middle of the shelf a fireplace was lit up. Couches and chairs were scattered in front of the TV along with a coffee table that had drinks scattered on top of it. Let's just say there were a lot of rooms. "HEY BOSS YOUR BACK" someone shouted over the gun shooting. Y/N looked up to see a ruff looking man walk over. He walked with a slight limp as he had a prosthetic leg. He had a mask covering the left side of his face. He had short black curly hair with the bangs blonde and the bottom half blonde as well. The eye that you could see was blue with a hint of green in it. "Atticus my man" Leonora said as she let go of Y/N to hug the slightly older man. Y/N took that as her chance to back up but she bumped into someone.

"Hey who the fuck are you how'd you get in here" a woman growled out and Y/N turned around to see a woman with grey blue eyes and ash brown hair. She had a scar across her right eye that made the eye slightly lighter than the other. She had a scar across her neck that was slightly red which meant it was fairly new. She was wearing a dark red sports bra and black sweatpants. She had scars littered all over her body and full sleeve tattoos as well as hand tattoos. "Uh I-" Y/N was cut off when Leonora turned around and grabbed her by the waist. "Reese stop scaring her" Leonora said and Reese looked Y/N up and down before walking away. Y/N watched as the woman whose name was Reese walk away. She saw that Reese had a full back tattoo of a Chinese dragon. When Y/N felt Leonora's grip loosen around her she pulled away from her. Y/N turned around and looked up at the taller woman and the man. "Who are you really" Y/N muttered out and Leonora smirked. "Well I'm a Mafia Boss darling and this is my crew" Leonora said as she motioned all around her. Y/N looked around before she backed up. "I uh" before she could finish her sentence she ran out of the door and up the many stairs. The man was about to get his gun out but Leonora put a hand on his chest. "Don't she'll realize soon enough that she will need us" Leonora said before she told some of her crew to follow her and keep in the shadows.

It had been 2 months since Y/N saw Leonora. Weeks since she found out that Leonora was a Mafia Boss. She wanted to tell people so badly but she knew she couldn't. One reason is that she felt like she was being followed. And other times she would always see people with grey hoodies hanging around wherever she went. She had taken a job at the cafe where her and her friends always ate at. The bell above the door the door ran and Y/N looked up to see a person in a grey hoodie walk in. The person took their hood down and looked up at Y/N before smiling. Y/N darted out of the back door and she heard footsteps behind her. She was slammed against the brick wall causing her to grunt. "So you're the girl that Nora is obsessed with I must admit you are a cutie" the man said before he chuckled. "Who the fuck are you" Y/N spat out and the man chuckled. "Let's just say I'm an old friend of hers" he said before two other people in grey hoodies showed up. One was holding a knife while the other was holding a gun. The four heard a motorcycle and looked over at the entrance of the alleyway to see a person on a motorcycle. The person drove towards the four before getting off and letting the motorcycle crash into the man that was holding the gun. The person took their helmet off and threw it aside before pulling their gun out.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock when she saw it was Leonora. "What a nice surprise to see you Nora" the man said as he shoved Y/N towards the person with the knife. Y/N looked up to see the person had a mask covering half their face. She realized it was the man she saw when she was at the hideout. The man put a finger up to his mouth and Y/N stayed quiet. "Gabriel" Leonora said as she pointed the gun at him. "It's been awhile" Gabriel said as he smirked. "Yeah it has wished it was longer though I hate seeing your ugly ass face" Leonora said in an annoyed tone. The man chuckled before reaching behind him. He reached into his back pocket slowly and Y/N got out of the man's hold. She rushed over and grabbed Gabriel's arm causing him to jump. He yanked out his hand and sliced across Y/N's chest causing her to cry out. Leonora rushed over and caught Y/N before she collapsed to the ground. "Ashton" Leonora growled out and the man with the mask knocked out Gabriel. Ashton ran off to grab the van.

Ashton had sped through the streets of London swerving through traffic and getting honked at. When they arrived at big ben Leonora lifted Y/N out of the van before they rushed into the building. They made it into the hideout and everyone stopped what they were doing when they heard the door slam against the stone wall. "Someone find Alison" Leonora shouted and some of the crew rushed off to find the doctor.

Y/N woke up and looked around. She winced when she tried to sit up. I wouldn't do that if I were you" someone said. Y/N looked over to see a young woman sitting down at a desk next to the bed she was laying on. The woman had similar hair to Ashton but instead of black it was chocolate brown. The woman had grey eyes and freckles scattered along her nose and cheeks. "What happened" Y/N said and the woman looked over. "You got sliced across the chest you're lucky it didn't go too deep but you'll still have a huge scar" the woman said as she stood up. Everything came rushing back to Y/N and she looked up at the woman. "Where's Leonora" Y/N asked in a rush. "I'll go get her she's been waiting for you to wake up for weeks now" the woman said before she walked away.

Y/N waited awhile until she saw Leonora rush over. Leonora almost fell which caused Y/N to laugh which made her wince. "Are you okay" Leonora asked as she saw Y/N wince. "Yeah I'm fine how long have I been out" Y/N said and she saw Leonora hesitate. "2 weeks" Leonora said which made Y/N stiffen. "W-what" Y/N stuttered out as she tried to sit up again. Leonora helped Y/N sit up against the headboard of the small bed. "Be easy you're still healing" Leonora said and Y/N glared at her. "If I hadn't met you none of this would have happened" Y/N blurted out and Leonora frowned before looking down. Y/N looked down at the bandages that were wrapped around her bare chest. "Well we can't turn back time now our rivals will be coming after you now" someone said. Y/N looked up to see Reese standing there with her arms folded. She was wearing a sports bra and sweatpants again. The scar around her neck was barely visible now. "Great" Y/N muttered out as she looked away. "You could always join us I'll personally train you" Leonora spoke up and Y/N looked at the green eyed woman. "I don't think I have much of a choice so" Y/N said causing Leonora and Reese to smirk.

Fast forward to 2 years later Y/N had become the wife of Leonora and the second Boss of the crew. Everyone absolutely loved her and treated her as part of their family. Let's just say she got a couple more scars and a few tattoos. Leonora Lesso couldn't be more proud to call Y/N her wife and partner in crime.

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makethatelevenrings · 6 months ago

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thebutterflyofthemojave · 7 months ago

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Children Of The War Masterlist

Moodboards

The cowgirl scientist

The Ghost of Mojave

The mercenary daughter

The mercenary daughter and the synthetic

The twins

The mother

The adoptive father

#x: children of the war #oc: eden park #simon riley #pairing: ghost and eden #masterlist #fallout #cod oc #fallout oc #cod original character #simon ghost riley #oc: diana riley #oc: thomasin riley #fallout new vegas #call of duty #x: heart to heart #pairing: diana and piper

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cloudofbutterflies92 · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

Eden "Spectra"Park

Diana and Joseph Riley

Reggie "Sonic" Kristofferson

Robert"Bell"Watson

Sofia Leon

AO3

Fire and Gasoline

Spiral

Where the Wild Roses Grow

Renders and fanarts:

[Simon and Eden's first time making love] (render by @chloekistune )

Simon and Eden after one of their fights (render by @chloekistune)

[Vacation in Malta] (render by @chloekistune)

[Eden and Ghost showoff ](render by @chloekistune )

[Codename mission: Snakehead] (render by @chloekistune )

[Dancing in the club] (render by @chloekistune )

Eden, Chloe and Sofia (fanart by @savlina )

Christmas party ( render by @chloekistune )

The Forbidden fruit (render by @chloekistune )

Eden's portrait by @graveyard-party666

Eden's moodboard by @cassietrn

Ghost and Eden by @dickytwister

Valentine's day 2024 by @chloekistune

Eden sketch by @kikiharinezumi

Nights in Malta by @chloekistune

Eden portrait by @yourluckyoswald

Eden, Gemma and Chloe by @artbygem

Eden's portrait by @dickytwister

Eden's portrait by @moosch

Eden's portrait by @cyberghostdraws

Eden's portrait by @caelums-fate

Eden's portrait by @kaitaiga

Eden's portrait by @amalkavian

Eden by @elderglocks

Embrace by @chloekistune

Eden's portrait by @hookhearted

Eden by @ghostgirlvii-art

Aesthetic:

Simon and Eden moodboard

Eden "Spectra"Park moodboard

Simon moodboard

Simon and Eden moodboard 2

Chloe and Soap moodboard for @chloekistune

Alyssa and John Price moodboard for @alypink

The Offering moodboard

Mr Orange aesthetic (Eden and Ghost cat)

Ghost moodboard (Fire and Gasoline)

Valentine's gift by @themotherofhorses

Valentine's gift 2 by @themotherofhorses

Valentine's gift song by @graveyard-party666

Playlist:

Eden playlist

Simon Riley playlist

One shots

Black lipstick and bourbon (One Shot Ghost & Eden)

Your lips on my lips, apocalypse (One shot Ghost x Eden)

I've waited a hundred years, but I'd wait a million more for you (mini shot dedicated to @chloekistune )

Piano night

Do you think I have forgotten, about you? (COD AU)

Days in Verdansk

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#masterlist #oc:eden“spectra”park #oc character #q #call of duty oc #call of duty original character #simon ghost riley x oc #call of duty mwii #cod oc

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loadedberetta · 1 year ago

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Sub Rosa - Chapter 2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x OC Diana

word count: 2.7k

warnings: accidental pregnancy, angst, military, the boys get wounded as a result of Ghost's cockup, MDNI (eventual adult themes & smut), SPOILER FREE for MW3

synopsis: Diana is home. she is safe. but Simon's thoughts just can't settle.

Part 1 // Part 3 // masterlist

a/n: the Latin theme continues, Diana becomes her own person, and so does Simon. Soap and the Captain get shot, as a result of Ghost being bullheaded. they're both okay I promise you.

Chapter 2 - Part 1

Qui totum vult totum perdit - He who wants everything, will lose everything

He was awake already and heard the plane leave.

The air was still, the breeze had retreated in fear of the morning sun that didn't yet show itself, the promise of a sunrise threat enough.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, the moonlight licking jagged stripes on this uncovered, scarred skin.

Common alarm reverberated through his skull an hour and a half later, while he scribbled another page full in a notebook he dug out from below mountains of papers lazying around on his desk.

Breakfast was the usual, but still, something felt off.

The Captain talked to him.

He earned singular, questioning gazes from his teammates.

"I don't need to worry about you, yes?" The Captain asked him from afar.

Simon recentered himself and answered his Captain sitting opposite him at the table. People carried on eating and chatting around them.

"No, not at all."

"She's your wife, after all."

"Don't." He found himself saying despite the need to keep a low profile about his marriage.

"Simon." The Captain shifted in his seat. "She's home. You're here, and we need you here. Got that?"

He nodded. Something gnawed at his insides, but he could still hide it.

Later that day, one of the Sergeants found him in the gym.

"Ghost." The Sergeant muttered as he stepped into the large room.

"Gaz." Came the reply.

They exercised in silence for a while. The gym was one of the few rooms, sunken into the ground more than halfway, that remained at a relatively bearable temperature during the day. There were a few keys to it, and it was often locked.

Simon's key was hanging off his shoelace, he kept it close.

The Sergeant knew he tolerated team members around him while working out.

"Spot me, please?" The Sergeant looked up at him, settling on the bench some time later. Simon was drinking from a large bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing steadily. He put a thumb up and finished the bottle.

He didn't have to help out Gaz for a long time, longer than he expected him to last.

"So, why'd she leave?" He asked Simon after a lighter set when the bar clinked into place on the frame.

"Bad time to ask questions, Kyle." Ghost murmured from above him, a strange rasp to his voice.

"Price said-"

"Fuckin' hell."

"-that I should ask you." He replied and curled his fist around the bar again.

"What on God's green earth made you ask him?"

"Dun't know."

"Mind your own damn business next time." He finally grumbled when he caught the moment Kyle's resolve wavered. The bar clinked into place shakier this time.

Days passed. Hot, scorching, and monotone days, until the area around the concrete fortress was due for a proximity sweep.

Ghost grunted when the overeager Sergeant hopped into the passenger seat of the SUV. A small convoy set out at dusk to ensure safety around the base for some time and make quick work of anything that didn't belong there.

"Fucking Baltic out here, I tell ya."

He sighed at the thick Scottish accent. It made him crawl up the wall at times.

"Belt, Soap." He grumbled the command at him as he turned the keys, and the ignition sparked.

The watch passed without major complications. Miniscule dust devils danced in the distance, illuminated by nothing more than the stars and the SUV's headlights.

Sand thickened and became packed with moisture in some areas. The GPS beeped every now and then, an intricate set of noises that both men understood, giving them directions in the pitch-black night of the ever-changing Sahara.

They got back into the car after disembarking to send a wandering group further from the perimeter.

A thin layer of sand settled on their shoulders and seeped between their fingers, setting both of them slightly on edge.

"We're a man short." Soap muttered as he unlaced his boots to shake the sand out of it.

He sighed, as he knew Soap was right.

"You moan enough for two people, go drive alone." He replied, and shook some fine sand from his sleeve.

"You're not this insufferable usually." Soap retorted. "What's gotten into ya?" The Scot shook his head and laced up his boot again. "It was her, wasn't it?"

He grumbled, warning.

"Why'd she leave anywae?" Soap mused, seemingly growing to enjoy the jest.

He bit his tongue in an attempt to prevent himself from saying anything.

"Don't be a dunce." Soap's words were partly muffled by the engine starting up again.

"Leave it." He warned again.

"Aren't you…"

"No." He turned on the headlights. "When I say leave it, you leave it."

The lights hummed steadily, illuminating the golden dunes in front of them.

The rest of the ride passed in silence.

"You know you can't keep secret about this forever." The Captain remarked coldly.

He handed Simon another paper, and he scribbled his signature on it hastily, avoiding the answer.

"They caught on. They started asking me. I won't tell anything, but that won't sate them for long. They'll come knocking on your door soon."

"I know." He grumbled with force.

"Tell them yourself before they start making up their own stories." The Captain took the last paper from him and left the room without a word more.

The lecture hung heavily in the air, making the denseness of it even more unbearable.

Chapter 2 - Part 2

Plots form best under the harshest of circumstances. And heat, the most unnerving of all births deadly parasites. Blood boils, and emotions heighten.

Tempers run short.

Captain Price was called on. A precise team to snuff out a particularly nasty band of insurgents down South.

And he obliged, taking his three best men with him.

Ghost and Soap were tasked to flush two smaller buildings, while Price and Gaz took the larger one.

Soap and the Captain took a bullet each.

And Ghost blamed himself.

Radio connection established between the two teams, they entered at the same time, at different points.

Ghost ordered Soap to retreat behind a stack of crates when unexpected company arrived some rooms into the building.

"Flash!" His yell tore through the hall, followed by the muted explosion and half a magazine unloading.

"Fuck! Ghost!" Soap yelled from behind the crates.

"You hit?" He asked hastily, and Soap denied.

"Trigger control, steamin' Jesus!" The Scot emerged from behind the boxes with a disapproving look on his face and looked across the three unmoving bodies laying on the floor, courtesy of Ghost.

And that was when it happened. He was out.

It is always a bad time to reload.

Ghost knew that.

A bullet wheezed past Soap's nape, and another tore into his shoulder.

Before he knew it, the two people entering the room lay dead on the floor. Soap panted on the floor, his arms still raised, hands holding a smoking pistol.

They locked eyes.

The radio jolted awake when Ghost was bandaging Soap.

"0-7, c'me in." Price's voice was stern through the filter of the radiowaves.

"Soap. Ghost's fixin' me up." The Scot explained while he looked back at Ghost working on stopping the bleeding from the torn flesh on Soap's shoulder.

"We're done with our building. Looks like the place was a bust." The Captain's voice exerted, he was on the move.

"There's plenty to have at in ours. Pay us a visit." Soap answered with a smile tugging at his lips despite the pain he was in.

"Up." Commanded Ghost and Soap stood up.

He grabbed his radio and spoke. "We could use the help." And with that, he left the room, weapon on low ready.

The old formation soon met.

Everyone knew their job.

And Ghost fucked up. He passed a room unchecked.

Gaz had to be left behind with Price, as he caught a mouthful of buckshot to the side from the unchecked darkness.

An hour later, the intel was in their hands. Still, mood in the exfil helo was despondant. The Captain broke a fever and Soap was in an even worse shape.

"Can't afford to send you home." The Captain turned to Ghost. "Pull yourself together."

Ghost removed his helmet and scratched his ungracefully lowered head.

"Tell them for all I care. Or don't. Whatever gets you straight again."

The next time Ghost talked to the Sergeants, it was back at base. Soap's one arm in a sling, the other holding a book open, Gaz stitching a pair of ripped cargos. Ghost entered the rec room and sighed, seeing the other two men immersed in their separate activities.

The sun was long banished to behind the mountains, and the moon shied behind thin clouds.

The air was cool, calm, and unbothered.

He stood in the doorway watching the men until Soap looked up at him.

"Thought you went to sleep." He muttered, gaze turning back to trail lines in the boring mid-century book from one of the dusty shelves.

"Can't." He answered Johnny. "Listen."

Both men's brows knitted. Simon searched for their gaze. He didn't move much, his hands in his pocket, mask flush on his face.

"The Sergeant is my wife." An embarrassing blush spread across his features. He looked down. "Not technically, but she is. We've been married for… over a year now. That's all you need to know."

He never waited for answers, and neither did he plan on starting that night.

By the time Johnny and Kyle locked eyes, he was long gone. Perched on the flat roof of the building, he smoked.

The Captain found him soon.

"Cat's out of the bag, huh?" He rumbled in pain as he sat down on a nearby exhaust duct.

Simon didn't reply. A puff of smoke enveloped him.

"How'd you arrange it?"

"In secret."

"I meant the lie. Was it your idea or hers?"

He turned to the Captain, mask half-ridden up his face, showing the glowing white of new and old scars in the faint moonlight.

"Mine." He rasped and turned away again.

"She's not coming back, is she?"

He shook his head.

"Be there for her."

He turned only his head and rested his chin on his shoulder.

The cloud covering the moon dissipated.

He couldn't look into the Captain's clear eyes even for a moment, the words fell from his mouth in a broken tone.

"I'm scared."

Chapter 2 - Part 3

Soap's stitches were still in when they left for home.

The Captain was sent on sick leave for a month.

Gaz was to leave for training up north.

And Ghost…

He called her. Before they departed; a quick call to inform her when they'd land and where. Luckily, close to her, the usual base they touched down on.

She agreed to drive there. Meet the team again, and the events would unfold then and there.

They both understood the weight of it now.

The men left the scorch behind. The deathly desert edge, where even the most battle-hardened soldier knows wit's end.

Where life still found a way.

She underwent a different hell than the men during her time at home.

A resignation, a discharge, doctor's visits, and the unexplainable nature of it all to her family. An immigrant family to the UK, fleeing the wrath of the Eastern bloc arrived on the Isles to bring a better life to their unborn daughter. Raised her with clear values and strict morale that now only felt like a distant past to her any more.

She didn't dare tell them.

She closed the car door, hoping to trap the thoughts inside, and headed for the airfield.

Flashing clearance, she was in just as the plane landed. They filtered off, accompanied by another few soldiers.

Her gaze fixated on his tall form, following it as long as she could.

Minutes later, he emerged from one of the corridors she knew so well. He was wearing jeans and a zip-up jumper with the hood draped over his head.

That balaclava he always insisted on wearing while off-duty covered his features.

She'd never seen his entire face.

"Hi." She tried.

"Johnny was just after me. Hold my hand." He murmured. There was no threat to his voice, it was calming if anything. She obliged.

Johnny couldn't have seen her form hidden by his and was startled as he walked past.

"Steamin' Jesus, Di." He lifted his good arm and smoothed a hand over his heart.

She flashed him a weak smile.

"Ghost." Johnny nodded toward him and walked on as if nothing happened.

The doors behind her soon opened, then closed.

A hand found his shoulder and squeezed it.

"See you around, son." The voice was the Captain's.

"Will do, boss." He replied, unmoving, catching the Captain's form in his peripheral as he walked by with Kyle in tow.

"G'bye, you two." Kyle turned around and lifted his hat a bit while walking.

The door opened and closed again. It was just the two of them remaining.

Hands still intertwined, lost in the presence of eachother.

It was getting dark out.

"How you been?" He asked and readjusted the bag on his shoulder.

She let her hands fall.

"Been better. Yourself?"

They slotted next to each other and started walking toward the door the other previously left through.

"'m alright." He spoke as he held open the door for her. She ducked under his extended arm and passed him.

A few more corridors, a paper signed, and a last door opened.

Fresh air, crisp and lush.

The three men standing around a car, Kyle's. The Captain smoked.

"I want to talk to them." She gave them a quick look and smiled as Kyle caught her gaze.

"Not the best time." He murmured.

He recognized her car and turned towards it.

"Why?" She almost stopped, her gaze searching his.

"It's all too new for them. And I'm not in the mood to make up stories."

"Fair point." She unlocked the car from afar. He put his bags in the boot.

"I'll drive." He lazily commented just as she opened the driver's side door.

"You don't know where I live." She scoffed, one leg already in the car.

"Well, you're not mute."

She sighed and removed her foot from the car, and got in on the other side.

"I'll stay." He said firmly, in a voice she got used to hearing during missions. "For tonight, at least." He got into the car and adjusted the seat to his height.

His voice sounded sincere, almost domestic.

"Th--thank you." She muttered, looking out the window and away from him. Her cheeks burned.

"You can take the couch and I'll drive you home tomorrow morning." She offered once they turned onto the highway.

"Sure." He blinked up the rear-view mirror and switched lanes.

His hands rested on the steering wheel lazily yet still firm, she noticed.

"Don't get scared in case I have to hurl in the morning." She added, resting her chin in her hand propped up by the window.

He hummed affirmatively, and they drove along in silence for a few minutes. Orange lights illuminated the blue tarmac of the road.

"When did it start?" He asked, in an attempt to ease her mood.

"The morning sickness?"

He nodded.

"Uh… Few weeks now. The doctor said it should be over with soon."

"Okay."

They drove on for a couple minutes before he talked again.

"Anything else? Symptoms I mean." He blinked at her for a moment again.

She smiled lightly and bit her lip. "Emotions, cravings are starting, and I'm bloody tired all day."

"Alright." He nodded and opened his mouth again before he could think. "'m just worried about you."

"I… Understand."

"Haven't had time or connection to read up on anything, frankly." His finger drummed lightly on the steering wheel as he talked to underline his words. Her eyes were glued to them. "Had to ask Price… Jesus. Had to ask Price what I should do with you once I'm back. It shows he doesn't have kids."

That elicited a chuckle from her, the first one he heard her break in a long time.

Longer than he then realized he could go without.

Part 3 // masterlist

a/n: I have begun work on Chapter 3 already, but I won't see it coming out this month. it all depends on my cycle, and how much baby fever it dares give me. until then feel free to share this, and a heads up; I'm taking criticism.

#beretta does fics #ghost x diana #ghost x oc #ghost x y/n #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #price cod #soap cod #tf 141 #captain price #kyle gaz garrick #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty #cod fanfic #cod x oc #oc: diana lukach #I'll just hide it in the tags ehehehe #ghost x you #ghost x reader

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 1 year ago

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Damage Gets Done - SAS: Rogue Heroes x OC - Chapter 3

Summary: Tensions arise between Diana and her father as the SAS prepares to depart on their first mission into the desert

Relationships: L Detachment x Platonic!OC, eventual Reg Seekings x OC

Warnings: Language, smoking

Word Count: 3.1k

Tags: @20th-centu-fairy-girl

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The wind swirled and whistled in Diana's ears, drowning out the constant humming of the plane's engine as it slipped further and further away into the night sky above. She could scarcely breathe, every inhale punctuated by the pain of sand scraping against the flesh that lined her throat as the storm raged all around her, grains colliding with the glass of her goggles so hard she feared they would break.

Her hands held the straps of her parachute tightly, a silent prayer going out then suddenly fulfilled as the thin sheet of fabric caught the wind, inflating in a great canopy above her, the rapid descent suddenly slowing. She couldn't see anything - the dark clouds of sand blinding her to anything but a sea of deep blue that seemed to envelop her on all sides, the night sky indistinguishable from the desert floor below as it inevitably inched closer and closer by the second, her legs gone slack in the hopes her knees would not shatter on impact.

Somewhere to her right, Diana heard a howl of agony rise, the terrible sound gone as soon as it came, siphoned by the wind that encircled her. She opened her mouth to call out in the hopes that they could find each other, but the sand choked her, drying her mouth and clumping in her throat. Before she even had time to cough, the ground was coming up to meet her.

And then everything went dark.

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The air inside the tent was tense as the survivors of the last three months of training stood quietly, waiting to be called up, waiting to board their plane as the sand storm outside battered the canvas, a high-pitched whistling piercing the silence. A few of them had taken to distracting themselves from the anxiety by tossing a handful of pebbles one by one at a row of empty beer bottles Kershaw had lined up against one side of the tent, sighing and tutting as they missed, the stones hitting the fabric with a soft thump.

Cooper's tongue was drawn between his teeth, eyes narrowed with concentration as he took his shot, the bright green glass shattering as he hit his target to a scattering of half-hearted cheers. The waiting was perhaps more torturous than the training itself had been - lingering here with nowhere to go and nothing to do, uniformed head to toe in their overalls and helmets, heavy packs piled high in one corner to save their shoulders the strain of wearing them for who knew how long.

A table had been set up by the tent's opening, atop which a field telephone began to ring. The sound drew a dozen expectant gazes, anxious for any news that would signal they might be able to leave soon. Diana did her best to ignore it, lining up her next shot with care, ready to toss her last pebble.

Pat Riley was the one to pick up, most of their more senior officers seemingly vanished, off somewhere to haggle with their would-be pilots. "Fayed," He called across the crowd. "It's your old man."

A few titters of disappointment could be heard around the room, and she let out a groan as she missed her shot, Dave letting out a chuckle at her frustration. "Tell him I'm busy, will you?" She asked, retrieving a few of her stones and dusting the sand off of them against her trousers.

"You're not busy," Pat pointed out, and she huffed irritably.

"Well just lie?"

"... He's a general, Di. I'm not risking my ass so you can do... whatever that is."

Throwing her hands up in frustration, Diana crossed the tent, taking the receiver from Pat's hand and discarding her helmet so that she could hold it to her ear. "This is a field telephone, I told you not to call me on it," She stated, sparing no time to greet her father. Over the quiet buzz of the tent, her conversation was clearly audible, and upon noticing a few men stare as a result of her frigid tone, Diana made the switch to her native tongue. "What do you want?"

"I'm a general, I can do as I please. Besides, the line was free, I'm not interrupting," Hannigan's voice came, somewhat muffled as a result of the terrible weather. He replied in English, as his spoken Arabic had never been good, and he had devoted little effort to remedying this.

"We're waiting for the planes, this better be important."

"I'm just making sure you're ready. Talk me through the jump - how to stick the landing - then go through how to clean and load your rifle for me," Her father prompted, talking as if he were one of the many tutors Diana had gone through as a girl.

She fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Dad, I've been training for months, I don't need you to brief me."

"I'm just making sure you're ready, you-"

"Do you trust me? Do you trust that I actually know what I'm doing, or are you worried that if I fuck up it's you that'll come out looking bad?" Diana's jaw was set tightly, and she had begun to draw the eyes of the men closest to her. Although none of them understood a word she said, her hurried speech and aggravated tone were enough to set them on edge, brows furrowed with concern.

She heard her father sigh over the phone, his voice softening. When she had answered, he had spoken with all the authority of his rank, but now he sounded like a father, not a general. "I wanted to hear your voice before you go," He admitted.

Letting out a breath, she allowed her body to relax, leaning against the table. "Yeah, I get it. Listen, Dad... If this goes bad - if something happens before the next time I can see you, I-"

"Don't worry about that now, Diana. Just think about the next task at hand, nothing else is important."

"Ok, but I'm just saying - the task at hand is going to be dangerous, and if I don't make it back-"

"You will." Hannigan declared. His determination, his belief, his stubborn refusal to let her utter the words, were driving Diana to frustration, unable to say what she felt was needed, unable to part with him on her own terms. Perhaps it was fatherly affection - a man unable to cope with even the possibility of his daughter not returning to him - but there was arrogance there too. Such strong belief in his own teachings that he believed her incapable of failure, forbidding her from even entertaining such a possibility.

"Alright, whatever," Diana huffed, reverting back to English as she prepared for an unsatisfactory goodbye, the receiver already hovering further away from her face. "I'll see you soon, yeah?"

"Goodbye, Diana," Her father's voice came, and she wasted no time waiting to see if the man had anything else to say before hanging up the line, replacing the receiver with a rough clatter.

Reg had watched the encounter from nearby, a frown drawing creases across his forehead as Diana returned to the others, muttering angrily under her breath and only half paying attention as she put her helmet back on, the strap below her chin twisted and loose as she did it back up, distracted by her own vexation. If she jumped like that, it would be a disaster. He stared for a moment, waiting for her to notice, but Kershaw had begun chattering in an attempt to lighten the mood, pulling her attention away.

He needed to fix it, but something stilled his hand. The room around them was so busy, and his acts of kindness came so rarely, that it would almost inevitably draw attention. If someone made a comment, would he be able to quell his anger? Reg knew he had a problem - albeit a problem that L Detachment valued - but he sometimes found himself treading on eggshells, wary of anything that could drive him to anger, even if, to an outsider, it would appear he remained just as rough as ever. Get the fuck over yourself, he scolded, and reached out to fix the problem.

The moment Diana felt his finger brush against her skin her talking ceased, gaze snapping towards him, confusion evident in her expression. Her brow knitted, a small crease appearing across the bridge of her nose, and her eyes were so bright - so deep and so warm, even now - that Reg almost stepped away, so taken aback he was by her. He had seen her every day for months now, but with her face so close, every freckle and feature clear to the eye, it almost seemed as if he were seeing her for the first time.

"Yer strap's all fucked," He uttered, looking away to focus on the leather band as he fixed it, untwisting the fabric and re-buckling it tight, his knuckle skimming the soft skin beneath her chin. "Jump with it like that you'll smash yer fucking skull."

"Shit, thanks," She said, tucking a stray curl back under the brim of her helmet.

"Yeah, no problem," Reg shrugged it off, looking swiftly away before the blood could make it to his cheeks, sunburn hiding the hint of a flush. Diana's gaze lingered on him for a moment as he turned his back to her, reaching up to tug the strap as tight as it could go. He had been right, and she felt foolish at having made a mistake so potentially catastrophic.

However, the brief moment of shame was swiftly dispelled when she spied Paddy, lingering by the tent's entrance, seize a pistol from the table, and duck out into the sandstorm outside. Letting out a huff, Diana shouldered her way through the crowd, tugging her goggles down to shield her eyes as she followed after him, yelling against the blustering wind.

"Paddy put the gun down," She drawled, requiring no explanation. The man was frequently impatient and always volatile, and it was clear all their time spent waiting around had become too much.

"If they make me wait another hour in that fucking tent, I swear I'm putting a bullet between their eyes," He declared, storming over to where Stirling and Lewes were already negotiating their imminent take-off with a team of disgruntled pilots.

"Oh yes?" Diana challenged, falling into step with the Irishman. "And then what - you're planning on flying us, are you?"

"Nowt but an ambitious truck, could do it in my sleep," The man yelled, the pair only just able to hear each other over the storm that encircled them.

She nodded along sarcastically, mocking his self-confidence. "Oh, wow, yes, you're so smart, how did I never think of that - Shut the fuck up!" Diana cried, pausing to spit as the wind blew a clump of sand into her mouth. They continued to bicker as they reached the other two men, and Paddy cut straight through them, coming face-to-face with one of the pilots. As he yelled, flecks of saliva landed against the other man's cheeks.

"Do you postmen have a problem with a wee bit of wind?!" He hollered, and came halfway to raising the pistol above his head before Diana grabbed his wrist, the pair glaring at each other as he failed to shake her off, her grip far stronger than he had anticipated.

"Will you fuck off?!" He yelped, attempting to tear her hand away, but upon realising this would be unsuccessful, Paddy jabbed at her shoulder, giving Diana a rough shove.

"Oh, you bitch!" She replied, striking out herself. Diana had intended to return the hit to the shoulder, but the weather was proving detrimental to her vision, and Paddy moved at just the wrong time, her hand colliding with his face with an audible smack. He looked at her with a mixture of shock and feral rage, the loaded pistol hanging between them like a time bomb, ready to go off at the next unpredictable movement. She was certain he was about to tackle her, before Jock's voice split the air.

"Will the pair of you stop scrapping like fucking children?" He snapped, and Diana released her grip on Paddy's wrist, the Irishman taking a firm step back, the pair of them pausing for a moment, standing like scolded schoolboys.

"... We have to go tonight," She called after a moment, her tone mellowed as she implored the stubborn pilot. "If we don't go, we're letting those Nazi fucks walk all over us - they'll take my home, and then they'll come for yours, I fucking guarantee it. If Tobruk falls-"

"Tobruk will not fucking fall!" Paddy interrupted.

"Aye, see, that's the spirit. They're fucking parasites and we're the cure - if we don't get in there and destroy those planes, whatever shitstorm rains down on us next is on you, am I clear?"

The pilot nodded timidly, clinging to his hat as the wind attempted to tear it away from him. "But the wind is thirty knots, half this is considered unsafe-"

"War. Is. Fucking. Unsafe!" Mayne roared, and Diana had to yank him away by the shoulder to prevent another outbreak of violence among their little group.

"Would you like to explain to General Auchinleck why his advance was unable to continue?" Stirling prodded. "Or perhaps General Hannigan? He was just on the phone with his daughter here, I'm sure we can get him back. I'm sure he'd love to hear why you're keeping her from completing her mission, eh?" He turned to Diana, brow raised as he waited for her to back him up.

"He'll be pissed," She confirmed, nodding. "Certainly got enough sway to make the rest of this war look pretty grim for you, dear."

There was no certainty that these threats would work - that they would make the pilot see their side of things rather than simply rile him further - but after a moment of thought he ceded with an uncertain nod, the idea of taking off clearly still frightening him. "Get your men boarded."

With a grin, Diana turned back towards the tent, Stirling close behind. "That went well," He admitted. "Good job."

"Arguing's one of my greatest talents," She smiled. "Apparently I make people feel insecure."

"I can see that."

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In spite of their conflict, Diana was assigned to Paddy's group for the jump, her back pressed up against the cold metal of the plane's cabin wall. The wind was proving just as difficult as the pilot had said it was, the group tossed side to side in the storm, murmurs of discomfort rising among them. A loud crack rang out just above her head, as if something hard had slammed into the side of them, and she reached out to tighten her seat belt, releasing a nervous huff.

"Hey," Dave spoke up, his elbow lightly nudging her from his seat on her left. When she looked over, he raised a single cigarette, balanced between his fingers. "Fancy one last go before we die?"

She nodded, sighing. "God, yeah."

With a grin, Kershaw paused to rummage through his pack before retrieving a lighter, the flame bursting to life in his palm as he held it to the last cigarette he had. Taking a moment to raise it to his lips, he let out a long puff of smoke before holding it out to her. Diana accepted gratefully, the familiar warmth filling her chest as she felt her heartbeat begin to relax, letting the nerves ooze out of her body.

"Y'know, I've never been on a plane before," She admitted, releasing the smoke in a great cloud.

"Oh yeah? They're not usually like this."

Diana chuckled as another tremor shook them. "I'd guessed as much."

All at once, the wind outside seemed to change direction, the plane lurching one way then the other, the men letting out a united cry of distress. From his place on her right, Eoin reached over and gently took the cigarette from her, taking a long drag of smoke before returning it as Paddy let out a chuckle at his friend's unease.

"You alright there, Eoin?" She asked, their fingertips brushing against each other as she took the cigarette from him, briefly inhaling the smoke herself before passing it back on to Dave.

"Aye, all's well," The man nodded, patting her knee with a smile. Diana liked Eoin - she liked him a lot. He was infinitely gentler than any of the other men here, aside from perhaps Jim, and always seemed to have the right words to offer when things got tough. She was glad he was here with her, glad they would be doing this mission together. Nothing felt quite so dangerous when Eoin McGonigal was there.

A few shouts from the cockpit roused Paddy's attention, and in a moment he was calling for them to stand up, to ready themselves to jump. Diana released her seatbelt, rising to her feet as she clipped her parachute to the metal bar that ran along the ceiling. Kershaw at her rear, McGonigal in front, they spared a brief moment to ensure all was sound and ready, Diana tugging on Eoin's parachute to ensure it was secure as Dave playfully rapped his knuckles on her helmet to ensure Reg had done a sufficient job of securing it. Sparing her friend one last smile over her shoulder, they began to step forward, one by one breaking free into the terrible weather outside, each figure disappearing into the darkness as if they had never been there at all.

McGonigal stepped up to the door and briefly reached behind him, finding Diana's fingers and giving them a squeeze. "See you down there!" He yelled against the wind before taking the last step, the ground disappearing beneath his feet. She watched as his parachute unfurled - a blanket of white piercing the deep blue sky - before he began to drift down and out of sight, vanishing through the clouds of sand being constantly thrown up at them.

"Alright, duck. Best of luck," She heard Kershaw call behind her, a reassuring hand patting her shoulder as Diana poked her head out of the door, her toes teetering over the edge as she stared down into the void below. With one last, deep breath, she stepped forward, her heartbeat catching in her throat as she felt everything fall away, her body beginning to plummet towards the sandy floor below as her parachute billowed outwards above her head.

But Eoin McGonigal would not be there when she landed.

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