#shout out to the one woman who pulled out her gun and tried to protect me

[cameleonvermillon]

had a nightmare that i was chappell roan trying to escape from elon musk in a mall

[standfucker]

Hello!! I've been thinking about an AFAB reader in the straw hat crew who dresses as a man. Short hair and masculine clothes that cover her up. She doesn't want people treating her differently or going easy on her in fights because of her gender hence her constant charade. Because of this the crew doesn't know that she is actually woman. I'd like to request drabbles of how Zoro, Sanji, And Luffy would react when finding out and where they would. Also, SFW please!

This was fun! ^^ Thanks for submitting a request! I tried to keep these a consistent length and failed. Each one ended up longer than the last... I'll have to keep trying harder to pace myself.

Discovering Your Secret - Monster Trio

CW: chest binding, canon-typical violence, injury (not described in detail), gun violence, battle trauma, nudity, awkwardness

Luffy

Group bathing was one bonding activity on the Sunny that you had to miss out on. Shyness wasn’t like you, but the guys chalked it up to a weird personality quirk and long since stopped questioning it. Some people liked their privacy, no big deal. Really, it was never a problem until Luffy barged into the bathroom one day while you were soaking, the door swinging open so hard it bounced back shut behind him.

You tried to shout that the bathroom was occupied, but it was drowned out by Luffy’s own yell of “GUM GUM CANNONBALL!” The next thing you knew, Luffy had somehow launched himself out of his clothes and into the tub, making a massive splash that took out half the water. It was only by sheer luck that he didn’t collide with you. 

Instantly you sank down low into the remaining water so only your head was above the surface. The clear water offered no protection, however, so you had to cover your chest and cross your legs. Embarrassment and panicky fear were rotten feelings to have when you had just gotten relaxed, and you found yourself getting angry on top of it all. This was such a stupid way to be found out, and it was only because your captain lacked any self-awareness.

Luffy came up with a laugh, then opened his eyes and blinked at you for a second. “Oh, hey!” he said, oblivious to your stress. “I didn’t know you were in here! Robin told me she just drew a bath, so I came in. Didn’t hear the rest of what she said–I guess she drew it for you! Shi shi shi.”

You stared at him, open-mouthed, too stunned to speak right away.

Luffy’s brows raised when you didn’t respond. “Oh, that’s right, you don’t like to bathe with others. Sorry!” “Luffy?” you tried, but he kept talking.

”Well, I’m here now, so we might as well share! We can wash each other’s backs.”

”Luffy.”

”What are you so shy for, anyway? You look fine to me.”

”Luffy!” you snapped.

”What?”

”Get out!”

”But I’m already wet!” he complained, and you mentally screamed at his stubbornness.

”Then I’ll get out! But you have to look away!” you barely managed to keep from yelling at him, trying not to lose your cool lest he get suspicious.

Luffy pursed his lips. “Fine, sheesh. I won’t look.”

He turned his head away. You hesitated, then quickly stood up and made to leave. You took one step onto the tub–and immediately slipped, thanks to the water Luffy splashed there a moment ago. A yelp left you as you fell fast.

”Y/N!” Right before you hit the tub, Luffy’s arms shot out and wrapped around you, pulling you safely back inside. “That was close!”

You froze in place, heart in your throat both from the fall and from your new position. Luffy’s arms were wrapped around your torso. He could clearly feel your chest against his rubbery arms. You gaped at him, wide-eyed in shock. Luffy smiled. Then he squeezed you again and frowned. Slowly, he looked down at your chest, then down even further.

”WHAT?!” Luffy yelled in shock, his eyes bugging out. “Y/N got attacked by Iva?! But when did you meet him?!”

You facepalmed hard.You’d heard about Ivankov through Luffy’s stories, so you had an idea of what he was talking about. But he missed the mark so hard it was astonishing.

Luffy quickly unwound his arms from around you and covered his face, stammering. “I’m sorry, Y/N! I had no idea!”  

Even though your own face was hot, you couldn’t help but start to laugh, though it was a bit nervous. As you carefully exited the tub, toweling off and pulling on a robe, you contemplated letting Luffy go on believing you were attacked by Iva. But then you would have to make up a story about meeting him, and lying to your bright-eyed captain seemed wrong. He meant well, after all.

Maybe this whole charade was unfair to him. Luffy couldn’t hold onto a secret to save his life anyway, so once he knew, the whole crew would know too. Still…though it would be a big change for you, it would be one less thing to worry about…

You draped your towel along the edge of the tub and perched on it, crossing your arms. “What did we learn about respecting people’s privacy?”

”I’m sorry,” Luffy said, peeking through his fingers before lowering his hands. “I didn’t know you had a reason…I won’t do it again! But when did you cross paths with Iva? During the two years I was away?”

”No, Luffy. I’ve never met Ivankov.” You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. “I’ve been a girl this whole time. I was just pretending to be male.”

”Whaaat!? Really?” Luffy’s eyes bugged out at you again. “But why?”

You did your best to explain your reasons. Luffy only seemed to grow more confused as you went on, crossing his arms and tilting his head.

”I don’t get it. Nami and Robin are strong,” he said.

“Never said they weren’t,” you replied patiently. “But Nami and Robin get underestimated constantly. Maybe they’re used to it, but I can’t stomach the idea. It’s insulting.”

“Hmm…” Luffy thought for a second. “Does this mean we can’t wrestle anymore?”

“Of course we can! The whole point is that I don’t want you to treat me differently!”

“Oh… Oh! I see!” Luffy said, his eyes lighting up with realization. “Okay then! I’ll whoop your butt like normal!”

A warm feeling filled your chest, and you smiled. Now he was catching on, and he didn’t seem to mind. The relief was almost dizzying.

You asked Luffy to try to keep it a secret for now.

He lasted about three weeks, until he asked you one day, point-blank in front of the others: “Hey, Y/N? Where do your boobs go when you get dressed?”

Zoro

“Behind you!”

Zoro’s shout made you whirl around, raising your weapon, but your opponent was already on the downswing. Their sword cut your chest open from clavicle to rib. Pain sizzled out from the gash, hot and burning, but in addition to that, you could feel that your binder was damaged, freeing your breasts. You grit your teeth through the pain and managed to strike your foe down. Then you hunched over yourself, arms crossed over your chest, quivering. The warm blood on your arms told you this one might be serious, but despite the wound, all that was on your mind was getting found out.

Zoro rushed to your side, mowing down foes as he went until he was there. “Did they get you? Let me see.” But you shook your head. “Let me see!” he insisted, an edge of panic to his voice as blood dripped onto the ground below you.

You looked up at him with visible fear, which he misunderstood. “You’re going to be okay, but you have got to let me see.”

Shaking, you lowered your arms, revealing your wound and your secret all at once.

Zoro’s eyes widened, momentarily speechless. Then he snapped out of it, hurriedly taking off his shirt and wrapping it around your torso. He picked you up, one arm supporting your bottom while the other tucked you against his chest to hide your front. You pressed your face into his shoulder, discomposed from the shock of the injury and from the sudden reveal.

What would he think of you now? All the times you arm wrestled, all the times you sparred, all the drinking contests and shared conversations and shared fights–would you never experience them again? You kept asking yourself those questions as Zoro took you out of the slowing battle.

Chopper was shocked, but promised to keep your secret. However, after he found out that you’d been binding your chest with bandages almost 24-7, he scolded you harshly, going on about how you could permanently damage your body.

At your request, Zoro’s the only one Chopper let visit you in the ship’s infirmary. For a while, Zoro didn’t say anything, just stared at your bandaged chest with an unreadable expression.

“I wanted you to respect me,” you said, breaking the silence. He didn’t respond. “I could never be your equal otherwise. Please understand.”

Zoro looked down at you and gave a heavy sigh, eyes distant for a moment. “...You remind me of someone I used to know.” He sat on the edge of your bed, some softness to his gaze now. “I get it. I get why you hid this. But you’re an idiot.”

”I know. I let myself get hurt.”

”No, dummy. Because you treated the crew like we wouldn’t understand. You didn’t trust us. It makes sense in the beginning, but after all these years?” He frowned at you, and you realize that deep down, he was hurt.

”I didn’t want anything to change between us.” You looked away, ashamed. “Between you and me.”

”It doesn’t have to.”

”You don’t like to fight women.”

Zoro grimaced at the accusation, knowing you’re right. The infirmary was quiet for a minute.

”I’m sorry,” Zoro finally said. “I’ll…I’ll do better. Nothing has to change.” He paused, and offered up a smirk. “After all, I go easy on you anyways.”

You feel yourself tear up at his acceptance, and grinned back at him. “Once I heal up, I’ll make you regret that.” You paused, face falling. “You won’t tell anyone, right? I don’t want Sanji to…you know.”

“Yeah.” Zoro made a face at the cook’s name. ”It’ll stay between the three of us,” he promised. “I still think you should tell them, but it’s not my secret to share.”

”Maybe in time. I’ll have to think about it,” you said, and he nodded.

Zoro held out his hand. You clasped it in a big swing, grimacing when it made your wound sting, and squeezed as tightly as you could.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me,” Zoro said, squeezing back. “Okay? We’re still buds.”

”Okay.” Again, you felt the tears threatening to spill.

”But if you cry, I’ll make fun of you.”

”Shut up!”

Once Zoro realizes you were hindered by the binder for all of your matches against him, he got fired up. All the times he won, you had a handicap–it wasn’t a fair match, he decided. However, there wasn’t really a place on the ship where you could take it off in front of others, so he was forced to remain undecided on the topic of which one of you is stronger.

It wasn’t until you revealed your secret to the others that you and Zoro finally got to have a proper, no-holds-barred sparring session. True to his word, he didn’t hold back, too battle-hungry to care if he touched your chest when you wrestled or exchanged blows. (Sanji snarled in the background, but neither of you were paying him any attention.)

As it turned out, when you let your aching ribs heal and could breathe properly, you were far better than you were before. You ended up almost defeating the swordsman, and he was so proud of you that he threw an arm around your shoulders and noogied your head until you were certain he left track marks in your skull. “That’s my girl!”

Sanji

The impact of your sword against your opponent’s knocked the weapons out of the both of your hands. Undeterred, you dashed forward to take them on barehanded, confident in your unarmed strength. Right as you reached them, they drew a hidden flintlock from their back belt, and touched the muzzle to your forehead.

You froze. The battlefield seemed to fade away, nothing solid or corporeal except for the gun to your head. You couldn’t hear anything but the blood rushing in your ears, feel anything but the cold steel pressed to your skull. Everything rushed through your head in one synaptic burst, a thousand million thoughts of how soon, how final this was. All the years of adventure, ending here. One slip-up. You were going to die.

You couldn’t even feel regret. Just the sensation of your heart beating as if it was in every blood vessel. You didn’t hear the call of your name, nor the shouted “Diable Jambe!”

In the time it took for your opponent to squeeze his trigger finger, Sanji appeared seemingly out of nowhere and kicked the guy’s hand so hard you saw it break. The gun fired into the ground a few feet away from you, and with another burning kick, Sanji knocked him out.

You were in shock, standing there unharmed, but useless. Sanji took notice, calling for you again. When you didn’t respond, he rushed to you and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you hard. “Get it together! We still need you!”

Suddenly the sound, the sensation, everything came rushing back, hitting you all at once. You blinked, glanced at the surrounding battle, then at Sanji’s tense expression.

“Y/N!”

“I’m okay!” you said. “T-Thanks. I’m okay.” With that, you rushed for your fallen sword, ready to rejoin the battle.

It wasn’t your first brush with death, but this one rattled you worse than the others. After the battle you dwelled on it constantly, thinking back to that moment and breaking out into a cold sweat even though you’d just cleaned up. You couldn’t think about anything else, focus on anything going on around you. You skipped dinner, stomach too upset to eat, and were barely able to sleep despite your exhaustion from the day’s battle. You skipped breakfast the following day, and only around lunchtime did your mind seem to catch up to your body. You watched Luffy and the crew mess around, playing and laughing and arguing, and suddenly you realized that you almost lost this forever. Immediately, the urge to cry overtook you with tremendous force. You hurried through the ship’s interior, shoved yourself into a corner, and sobbed into your hands.

Dead. Oh god, you were almost dead. How was it that easy? All the strength you had worked so hard to build, meaningless. How could you have been so overconfident? How could you have let yourself lose so easily? Had Sanji not been there, you would have been gone. Gone.

The tears ran hot down your cheeks, and you bit your tongue to keep from being loud. It could have gone so much worse. Sanji was dependable, but tended to keep his eye on the girls during fights. He only saved you because you were close by. It was sheer luck that he saved you. Only luck.

“Y/N!”

Sanji’s call of your name made you go quiet. You resisted the urge to sniffle, even as your nose ran. If he found you…it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but you’d rather not be caught crying. You spent years building the image of the stoic, masculine fighter, and would prefer to keep up that appearance. Sanji called you again, closer this time, and you cleared your throat.

“Yeah?” you called out.

“Lunch is ready, so hurry on down,” he announced from the doorway, just out of your vision.

It took you a minute to gather yourself, but after washing your face and regulating your breathing, you were ready to rejoin the group once more.

In the weeks following, you dealt with your shock and processed it the best that you could. Eventually you started sleeping better again, your appetite returned, and life seemed to go on as normal…except for one thing: Sanji. He started acting strangely when he was nearby.

It started off small. He was far more pleasant around you than he normally was. Not that you and Sanji held animosity toward each other, but usually he treated you like another male: friendly enough if you weren’t Zoro, but not to this degree. He never really brightened up at the sight of you before. Nor did he ask for your opinion in his upcoming meal plan for the week. At first you chalked it up to him noticing your earlier distress somehow, but after you got better, he kept on acting saccharine.

One day, he brought you a drink. Not served you at the table with everyone else, but went out of his way to bring it to where you were sunbathing on the deck. You could only stare at him until he awkwardly left it by your side, stammered something about the heat, and then left.

Incidents like that kept happening, usually out of sight of the other crewmates, but not always. The others started picking up on it too. At one point, Sanji brought Robin, Nami, and Chopper slices of cake–and then brought you a plate as well. That time, everyone’s eyes were on him, but Sanji pretended like nothing was off.

When he chirped “Hi, Y/N-chan,” to you as he passed by you in the hall, you had enough. You grabbed him and shoved him against the wall, hard. He immediately knew he messed up, but despite your fingers fisted in his collar and your murderous expression, he only flushed red.

“What are you doing?” you hissed.

“I–I’m–” Sanji stammered. Blood started to run from one of his nostrils.

“Why are you acting like this?” you demanded. “Being all sappy and disgusting to me. Who do you think I am?”

“I–I’m sorry,” Sanji tried. You grit your teeth, beginning to fear the worst.

“Did you lose all respect for me when you saved my life?” you asked bluntly.

“Of course not! I think highly of you.”

“Too much so, don’t you think?” you had to struggle not to shout. “Is this because you heard me crying last month?”

Sanji shut his mouth, glancing aside and giving away the answer. He nodded.

“Am I weak to you or something?”

“No, that’s not it–” he tried, but you pulled him away from the wall and slammed him back into it.

“I don’t understand! You’re too soft with me. Why are you treating me so nicely?”

“Because you’re a woman, and women deserve the best.” He said it unflinchingly and with conviction, looking right back into your eyes.

The answer was obvious, but a part of you still hoped it was something else, hoped that because he didn’t go overboard with his affections that he didn’t know. Your grip on his collar weakened and gave away along with your hopes, hands hanging limply at your sides.

“When did you find out?” you asked quietly. “Or should I say, how?”

“I saw you crying.” Sanji pulled out a handkerchief, wiping his nose.

“So?”

“You may look and act like a man…but a woman’s tears leave no room for doubts.”

You stared at him in disbelief. Unfair. That’s what this was. Just unfair. Because after all those years living as a male, you got found out because of Sanji’s freakish sixth sense for women. Your sigh was heavy, and you had to rest your head in your hand for a moment.

“Okay, well, we need to set some things straight. You can’t keep slipping up around me, or the others will find out. They already suspect something’s up.”

“I'm trying!” Sanji retorted. “I knew you were hiding it for some reason, so I tried to keep myself in check! Do you know how hard it’s been?”

“How hard it’s been?” You wanted to punch him. “You have no idea what I go through every day just to keep up appearances! Just to earn the regard I deserve! Why couldn't you respect me as a man?”

“I don't respect men.”

“Ugh!” You punched the wall by his head instead. Sanji didn’t flinch. “You have to take me seriously.”

“I am!”

“We can’t keep going like this.” You bit your lip in frustration, trying to think of a solution. Maybe you could use his weird complex around women to your advantage, if he would just stop giving it away. “Okay, listen. Sanji. If you really want to do me a favor, the best thing you can do is help me keep my secret. That means whenever you have the urge to treat me like a girl, you nip it in the bud. Can you do that?”

“I…I’ll try.” Sanji went to take your hand, but you yanked it away.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about! You can’t be so familiar.”

“I’m sorry. It’s hard! I–I want to treat you right. I want to be close to you.”

“I want to be close to you to,” you admitted, surprising yourself. “But I. I’d… I’d rather hold onto my secret.”

He looked hurt, which sent a cold pang of guilt into your stomach. Reaching out, you patted his shoulder. “I’m depending on you, do you understand?”

Sanji took in your expression–serious, worried, uncertain–and nodded. The hand that reached for yours instead went over his heart. “I promise,” he said, “I will do everything I can to help keep your secret.”

The talk with Sanji helped massively, fixing his odd behavior around you for the most part. There was one thing he couldn’t give up, and that was giving you a nickname. He called you something in French–“mon petit chou,” he would say–but as it was foreign, you figured it was safe to use around the crew, and let it slide.

It was only a few months later that you learned Robin was fluent in French.

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Princess and the fool

John Egan X Pilot! Reader

Summary: Y/n and Bucky's time in the camp...

Warning: Swearing/ historical inaccuracies/ sexism/ mention of rape (but not the actual thing)/ mention of getting shot/

Word count: 2.07k

The siren went off 5 minutes ago, they were all talking about where the Americans were attacking. ‘’Berlin? It sounds like Berlin’’ Y/n suggested. The guys agreed as the sound of explosion was the only thing they were hearing. ‘’Ah, good fucking Monday Adolf’’ Bucky chuckled. ‘’You think the 100th is with them?’’ Crank asked. ‘’They gotta be’’ Bucky replied. ‘’First daylight raid on Germany’s most precious town, it must me a rough one’’ Buck said. As the guys and Y/n were chuckling, screams echoed, before they knew it, the sounds of 3-gun shots came to the men’s ears. ‘’That’s a lot closer’’ Crank stated. The sound of someone shouting for help made Y/n flinch. ‘’The hell was that?’’ Bucky asked as he got up from his chair.

Buck, Bucky and Y/n ran outside with other POW, 3 guys came from behind the bungalow, holding a very injured Harry. ‘’Shit, Harry’s shot! What the hell happened?’’ Buck exclaimed. Y/n helped the guys holding Harry and quickly looked at his injury. ‘’They shot him for no reason!’’ one of them exclaimed. German soldiers walked up to see what the commotion was about, they came from behind the building, which meant that they shot him.

Bucky walked up to one of the Kraut soldiers and tried to keep his cool. ‘’Why would you shoot him?’’ he raised his voice. The commotion got the attention of the other POW as they got out of their barracks. ‘’He was out of the blocks’’ one of the Germans justified. ‘’We need a doctor, get Glemnitz!’’ Buck ordered. It was pure chaos as the men were trying to help Harry, German soldiers were yelling at everyone to get back inside, and guard dogs were barking. It went so fast, next thing Y/n knew, one of the guards let loose a dog. ‘’Woah, woah! Get that dog!’’ Bucky yelled.

The dog ran past her and chose its pray, the guy right next to her, she didn’t know him. Bucky pulled her by the shoulder to protect her from the German Shepherd. Y/n had his blood on her leg. ‘’Get that dog off him!’’ one of the guys yelled. She was in shock; it could’ve been her. The dog could’ve chosen her. ‘’Everyone gets back inside, now!’’ the German officer ordered. Egan led Y/n back inside, he became protective of her when they found out what the Germans did to female P.O.W. ‘’They’re going to kill us one at the fucking time, Buck’’ he breathed out as they made their way back inside.

Y/n sat down on a chair, watching the blood on her foot. ‘’Hey, you okay?’’ Buck asked the woman. She slowly looked at them. ‘’It could’ve been me’’ she said, her voice not getting louder than a whisper. ‘’You’re okay, don’t let them break you’’ Crank said. Something shifted in her brain, she was getting out of here alive, whatever it took she was getting out of this god forsaken place. ‘’Fuck those fucking Germans’’ she mumbled. Bucky chuckled lightly as he heard her swearing.

‘’Mail call!’’ the guys were waiting for this. Y/n had no one to write to her, since her W.A.S.P status wasn’t recognized by the military, her mother didn’t even know that she was in the army. The letters were passed, none for Bucky and Y/n, they looked at each other as the guys opened their envelope. ‘’Who’s yours from, Buck?’’ Gale was smelling his letter; it was clearly Marge. ‘’Marge’’ he said, smiling. ‘’Marge’’ Bucky mimicked, making Y/n laugh. She got up from her seat and went beside Bucky. ‘’My dear Buck, I love you, and miss you.’’ She finished her imitation with kissing sound, making the soldiers laugh. She even earned a smile from Buck. Bucky got up and followed her into her joke. ‘’My dear Marge, I love you, Bucky is annoying me, but he’s my best friend, I miss you, bla bla bla, I love you’’ he did the same as Y/n, making kissing sound. Everyone was giggling and looking at the pair acted out the letters. ‘’Alright you too’’ Buck chuckled. Bucky and Y/n looked at each other, laughing before they got back to their seat.

They didn’t know what time it was, but the 3 of them couldn’t sleep. ‘’In my last letter, I popped the question, and she said yes’’ Buck smiled. Y/n smiled back to him; she laid on top of Bucky’s back, since she lost a lot of weight from eating only potatoes, she wasn’t heavy. ‘’That’s good, I’m happy for you, Buck’’ Y/n whispered. ‘’I was thinking that you could be my best-man’’ he said, looking at Bucky. ‘’I will be your best-man, Buck’’ he replied. ‘’Of course, you’ll get an invitation, Y/n’’ Buck smiled. ‘’I will gladly attend your wedding. And I have to meet her, she seems lovely.’’

March, raids were more often, and the prisoners were growing tired of this place. Y/n had just fallen asleep before commotion outside woke everyone up. German soldiers were running outside, near the fence. ‘’What the fuck is going on?’’ she yawned. Bucky was looking outside the window to try and get an answer. ‘’I don’t know, but they’re rushing like crazy.’’

‘’3 tunnels, how the fuck did they do that?’’ Bucky exclaimed as Colonel Clark explained what happened in the night. Brits tried to escape via tunnels that they dug, they didn’t know how much got out, but the Germans didn’t look happy. ‘’They’ve been digging for over a year’’ Clark explains. Y/n looked at Buck, then Bucky, they’ve been talking about an escape plan for a while now. When Clark left the room, they all looked at each other. ‘’When the weather gets better, we’re getting out of here.’’ Bucky stated. ‘’Yeah, in a coffin’’ Y/n scoffed. ‘’The odds are against us; you might want to find a plan that would actually work.’’ Buck explained. ‘’When I do, you’re both coming with me’’ Bucky promised.

By summertime, she was slowly starting to lose her mind, this place was sucking her soul and her spirit. On a happy note, the prisoner got new uniforms, suited for summer. Hers was a grey tank top with forest green pants that were too big for her, she used a shoelace as a belt, the Germans were kind enough to give her a bra, she didn’t know where they get it, and to be honest, she didn’t want to know. She got a leather jacket, for the colder nights, and if she was too cold, the boys were nice enough to let her borrow a shirt with long sleeve. Buck wanted to take a stomp out of the ground to use its wood for fire, Y/n didn’t want to do that all day, so she used her body as a motivation for the soldiers, when the were pulling the stomp, she was sitting on the group, topless, only in her black bra. She wanted to tan, but if she could help to motivate the troops, she was happy to help. Plus, the guys had other thing to worry about than try to rape her. Bucky was the one they were more worried about, he was really going crazy, talking to himself, playing baseball with himself, laughing alone and other things, he was going crazy.

‘’Hey! Any of you want to play some ball?’’ he asked Murph, but he was busy pushing the stomp. ‘’C’mon, I can even let you win!’’ Bucky pleaded. Y/n looked at Bucky, putting her shirt back on as she got up. ‘’Either pitch in or knock it off’’ Murph said, sightly pushing Bucky on the soldier. ‘’Why don’t you shut the hell up?’’ Bucky pushed Murph back. ‘’What the hell is wrong with you?’’ Buck asked as he pushed Bucky on the ground. ‘’You’re going to help or stay out of the way’’ Buck says as Y/n watched Bucky put his hands behind his head, making himself comfortable on the ground. Bucky had a teasing flame burning in his eyes. ‘’You’re the new king of the camp, and I’m just in the way?’’ he teased, putting one of his legs over the other. Y/n got closer to Bucky, who kept taunting Buck about the fact that he just wanted to work. ‘’Bucky, c’mon get up’’ she tried to reason with him, no success. ‘’I’m sorry, come on, get up, you fool'' Buck said, offering his hand. ‘’King Stump, stumpity, stump, get to work’’ Bucky taunted, kicking Buck’s hand with his foot. Then, the guys started to fight on the ground, until Buck punched Bucky in the face. It was like the punch he got helped him to get out of his craziness at the moment. ‘’HEY that’s enough!’’ Colonel Clark yelled. Y/n helped Buck get up. ‘’You’re going to fight me too?’’ she asked Bucky as she offered her hand. He took it, without saying anything and got up.

German officer started to run around, a message in German got broadcasted on the camp’s speaker. Buck looked around. ‘’They landed, didn’t they’’ he stated. Bucky scoffed and looked at his friend. ‘’Y’a think’’ he said, sarcastically. ‘’Quit being a smartass, Bucky. We’re all tired here, yet you don’t hear us yapping about it’’ she said, while exhaling. ‘’Sorry princess’’ he said. She was too tired to argue with him, so she rolled her eyes and got back in her barracks.

Fresh meat was coming in, that’s how Y/n liked to call the new P.O.W coming in the camp, but this time, people were talking more, Red Tails pilot were walking in the camp. Y/n had a lot of respect for them, she got the chance to fly with them once, she could safely say that they were one the best pilots she ever flew with. ‘’They look nice’’ she said, looking at them.

They were all very into their game of card when the door opened. It was 2 Red Tails pilot. ‘’Second Lieutenant Alexender Jefferson, 332nd Fighter Group’’ one of the two introduced himself. ‘’Second Lieutenant Richard D. Macon, 332nd.’’ The other said. Y/n smiled to them; other boys didn’t say anything. ‘’Gentleman, welcome to paradise!’’ she said, sarcastically. There was a little bit of tension in the room, but Y/n looked at Richard, he injured his neck and couldn’t climb up a bunk. ‘’Here, take mine’’ she offered the man, who thanked her with a small nod. The next day, Buck, Bucky and she were seated in the stairs in front of their barracks. ‘’You trust ‘em?’’ Buck asked. ‘’Yeah, I do’’ Y/n said. ‘’Think we should too’’ Bucky added as Y/n nodded. That same night, she watched as Alexender was drawing the girl of his dream, Richard was teasing him. Like every other night, she couldn’t sleep. ‘’Girl of my dream’’ Alexender said, showing his drawing to his friend. She seated on her bed. ‘’Can I see her?’’ she asked him, the two men were surprised that she was talking to them. ‘’What?’’ Alexender asked, a little bit confused. She jumped down from her bunk and seated at the chair in the middle of the room. ‘’Can I see the girl of your dreams?’’ she asked again. He turned his book and showed the woman his drawing. ‘’She’s beautiful, you’re an artist?’’ she asked. He shook his head. ‘’What’s your name?’’ Richard asked her. ‘’Major Y/n Y/l/n, W.A.S.P division. But you can call me Y/n.’’ she smiled to the two men in front of her. ‘’Why are you nice to us, Y/n?’’ Richard whispered. ‘’Because you guys saved my life once, and I think that the Red Tails are the best pilots in the hole U.S army.’’ She looked at Richard in the eyes.

Buck was seated at the table, listening to the radio when some German officer yelled. ‘’Quick hide it’’ Murph said. He hid the radio just in time as the officer entered the room. Y/n looked at the officer before looking at Buck. ‘’Evening, sir’’ she said, getting his attention. ‘’Lights out!’’ he said, turning off the lights as he left the room. ‘’They’re close’’ Buck said. Y/n opened a candle, so that people could see a little bit. ‘’Really close’’ Y/n finished his sentence. ‘’We’re going home’’ Bucky smiled.

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This Is Me Trying - Three - (A Y/N Parker Spider-Woman X Kate Bishop Story)

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Summary: You and The Hawkeyes get ambushed as Kate meets The Spider

Word Count: 3.8K

Content: Guns, Shooting, Violence, Flirty Kate Bishop, Clint being protective

Your Y/N Tingle, as Peter so annoyingly called it.

You landed on a billboard and scanned your eyes around until the hairs on your body stood up.

It was another group of Tracksuits cornering a man.

"Please just take the car!" The guy yelled just loud enough that one of the four poorly dressed men raised his fist and connected to the man's abdomen.

"The city that never sleeps." You mumbled as you leisurely swung your way to the top of the car. Startling the whole crew.

"You know, fellas, I think there's better ways to get a car. Ever tried Uber?"

"Can it Spider-Girl!" A man barked at you, making you roll your eyes under your mask. "I was just asking. I've never used it." You gestured to your web shooter, making the guy look before you fired a web at his face, blinding him.

"Shit!" One of the three other guys called out.

"You know!" You jumped off the car to dodge an attacker with a crowbar. "Since you're all dressed the same, I'm gonna give you guys different names. Okay?" You asked, but no one gave an opinion as they charged at you.

You sighed and went to work catching the fist of the guy with a long grey beard. "Okay, you're Smokey." You said as you webbed his fist together and kicked him into a nearby dumpster. "One down."

The following two guys, each sporting a faded hairstyle, charged you together. One with ginger hair, the other blonde. "Would Ketchup and Mustard be too easy or not good enough?" You asked as you redirected Ketchups crowbar swing to hit Mustard in the back. Making Mustard miss his kick at your leg but giving you enough time to web his foot to the ground as you jumped over the two. Webbing the crowbar and flinging it down the alley.

"Huh?" Mustard asked as his foot didn't move after barely recovering from the hit. "Oh, here!" You said as you webbed his other foot to the ground, making him wide-eyed. "Ketchup! Get her!" He yelled, causing the other guy to tilt his head, confused. "But that's not my-"

You knocked him out in one punch.

"You know I actually hold back when I fight." You told Smokey, who sat on the ground with back pain thanks to the dumpster. "Whatever." He muttered, earning a shrug from you.

"You whatever," You mumbled back as you looked at Mustard and pushed him, causing him to fall over, thanks to his webbed feet.

"That's enough!" The man who you blinded with your web finally tore it off. "Oh hey!" You waved as he pulled out a gun. "You've caused enough problems!" He shouted at you as he cocked back the pistol. "This might not be the right thing to say, but trust me, I know.." He looked at you. "You see, I have an essay due on-"

"ENOUGH!"

He fired a shot into the air before pointing back down at you. You could hear the screams and hushed whispers of the people around this city block.

"Hey, let's put the gun down."

You put your hands up as he turned the gun to the side. "I don't think so." He turned the gun away from you and to the man lying on the snow-covered asphalt—the owner of the vehicle.

The owner looked from the gun to you with fear in his eyes. "Please..." You gave a little nod his way.

Internally, you named him Carl.

"Don't do anything stupid." The man with the gun.. let's call... Dean said. "I won't." You replied back. You kept your eyes in the direction of Dean, but behind the mask, your eyes were searching for protection for the car owner.

A tire a few feet away would have to do.

"I'm really sorry about this." You said, confusing both men. Without another wasted second, you webbed past the car owner. Your web sticking to the tire as you pulled it towards you,

Dean fired his gun.

The bullets began ricocheting over the rim of the wheel or getting stuck in the rubber of the tire as they flew past Carl's head.

With your other hand, you webbed the gun free from Dean's hand and sent it flying backward into Smokey's head, knocking him out.

Now free of the gun, you jumped and twirled in the air to add speed to the momentum of the tire before letting go as you flung it at Dean.

The tire bounced off the cold ground and right into his standing body, sending him flying a few feet away. The tire kept going until it collapsed down the alleyway.

Dean hit the snow with a heavy thud.

He was out.

You landed on the ground and let out a breath.

"I-I thought- I thought I was dead," Carl spoke up after a moment of silence, garnering your attention.

You took cautious steps and crouched in front of him. He sat on the ground shaking. The snow in the air added a quiet bubble between you and him.

"Hey, it's okay. You're here, man. You're here." Carl reached forward for your hand.

You extended it and helped him to his feet.

"You save-saved me!" He took in his surroundings before looking at you. You shrugged. "It's all in a day's work."

Carl shook his head and patted your shoulders.

"I get to go home to my wife because of you."

You weren't going to lie. That did feel good to hear. But even as a spider-based superhero, you still aren't the best at taking compliments.

"Ummm, the police should be here any moment. Okay?" Carl nodded. "Just get home safe."

"You too, Spider-Woman!" He cheered. "Just The Spider is fine." You laughed under your mask and started walking backwards. "You got it, Spider!" Carl shouted as you webbed up the passed-out goons.

"Merry Christmas! Well- uh- if you celebrate!" You shouted as you zipped onto a fire escape before flinging yourself to another roof.

Carl watched in astonishment and clapped. "You too!"

As you hung in the air, let out a breath and collected your thoughts. Getting shot at was never going to be an easy thing just to have happen.

You let out another web and launched yourself into the air, adding a little spin into your release. Your web reached another building, but before you could twhip yourself up, your tingle started going crazy, and before even thinking about it, your body twirled over to avoid an arrow.

Wait, an arrow??

You webbed it up and quickly looked around.

Your eyes eventually found the man you loved to annoy.

Clint Barton on a roof waving at you.

You smiled and let your feet hit the snowy roof with glee. "Hawkeye!" You actually called him by his hero name for once, surprising the man.

"Spider!" He called back as he took the arrow from your hand before looking at the webbing with disgust. "Does this stuff come out of you?"

You tilted your head. "Ew, no!" Clint tried pulling the webbing off the arrow but failed. "It'll dissolve soon." He glared at you. "Hey! You shot at me!"

Clint couldn't argue with you there.

"Why did you shoot at me?" You asked with a smile behind your mask. You didn't get to meet a lot of heroes doing this job.

"Well, honestly..." Clint sighed. "I wanted some information."

"Oh?" You said, surprised. "About?"

You walked past Clint and sat on the roof's ledge while looking at the rugged man. He sighed. "About that building?"

He pointed past you and to the building across the way. It was one you recognized from Ned's discovery. "What girlfriend kick you out?" You joked as you pulled out your phone to text Ned.

Ned sat in your room on the computer. Peter was lying on the floor, throwing a crumbled-up piece of paper to himself. They both had just finished their robotics report for the week and were decompressing.

Outside the room in the living room, MJ was napping with a bowl of Alfredo pasta turned over on the floor. It had fallen when she turned over earlier.

A game show was playing on the TV.

MJ only watched game shows by herself.

"Is that Y/N?" Peter asked when Ned's phone chimed. "Yeah," Ned replied after looking at your text. "What does she want?"

Peter got up and walked up to Ned, sending files and pictures to you. "Just information." He replied, making Peter tilt his head. "Information? About?"

Ned wasn't sure if he should lie or not, but thankfully, he didn't have to say anything when you sent a selfie of you and Clint Barton looking annoyed in the background. Followed by a text: "Hawkeye is bossy."

"Did you really say that?" Clint whined when he asked, making you laugh.

"No, of course not." You lied to the archer and smiled when you got the dump of information from Ned. You sent a quick thank you text and once again ignored Peter's text about doing school work despite the fact that you were hanging out with an ex-Avenger!

"Here." You flipped your phone over and showed Clint the info you had on the buildings. "So you really are tracking them too," Clint said, making you roll your eyes. "I have no reason to lie, arrow guy." You paused. "Hey, that rhymed!"

Now, it was Clint's turn to roll his eyes.

You put your phone away as Clint turned his head and looked at the building. "So... what's your plan? To just stay here and wait for something to happen?"

Clint moved his shoulders up and down. "Kinda."

You huffed and sat down on the snowy roof. You frowned as you immediately regretted it because you'd have to wash this suit next. "That's lame."

Clint chuckled.

You looked around the roof. "Hey, where's number two?" You asked, looking up to number one. "I'm starting to think they're not real."

"Oh, they're real." The older man said. "Look."

You looked to where he gestured, and through one of the broken-out windows on the building across the street, you saw a chick dressed in purple point her bow and arrow in your direction. "Oh, so she is real!" You looked from Clint back to the girl.

"So should we move?" You stood up. "That arrow is pointed directly at us!" Clint laughed. "I would if I were you."

"What does that me-?" Your body flipped itself out of the way as the arrow flew by you and plunged itself into the brick wall of the roof behind you.

Attach at the end of it was a giant black cable that got yanked up with a force on the other side, creating a zip line across.

"Was she aiming for me?!"

"Probably," Clint responded like it was no big deal. "You coming?" He asked as he attached himself to the zip line and clicked on a flashlight. Something you noticed the girl in the window do as well.

You look from him to the building where the girl was waving from.

You waved back. "I could've just swung you over there." You pointed out to number one. "Yeah, but if I broke another bone because of someone else, my wife would then probably kick me out."

You guess you could see the logic in that.

"Wait, you're married!?" That piece of news finally hit you.

"Happily. See you over there." Clint stated as he started making his way across.

You looked from Clint back to the building again.

You've never really done team-ups, but this was happening naturally. You and the two Hawkeyes were all on the same trail of crime. You all knew where it was potentially leading, so the more help wasn't something to shake your head at.

So when Clint looked back over to you when he was halfway across, you made your decision.

With one twhip, you beat Clint across and squeeze through a window to find yourself in front of Hawkeye number two.

But never in a hundred years would you have guessed who it would be.

"Hi!"

Her voice was the exact same, and the way her face scrunched when she looked at you full of glee was something that made your stomach flip with butterflies.

Kate Bishop stood in front of you in a purple ensemble with her bow in one hand and a quiver of arrows on her back.

Aside from the suit, you noticed that Kate had her hair down. She was wearing a purple beanie.

She looked cuter than ever.

Her cheeks were pink from the cold. You could also see a fresh coat of lip balm was recently applied to her lips. Lips that looked soft as- "I can't believe I'm with the Spider!"

She broke you out from your thoughts as she cheered in front of you.

"I'm Kate Bishop, Hawkeye." She extended her hand and waited for you to shake it. "Y/-Uhh I-" You fumbled over your words as you extended your hand. "The uh-" You went wide-eyed.

Your voice!

She couldn't recognize your voice!

You started shaking Kate's hand before making your voice deeper. Not a cartoony amount, but just enough where Kate would definitely know that The Spider is a lesbian.

Ya know?

"T-The Spider!" Yet you still stuttered in front of your crush, causing your face to go completely warm.

The need to rip your mask off to breathe normally was rearing its head.

"Sorry for shooting at you, by the way!! I just wanted to see if you really had it!" Kate said as she dropped your hand with excitement.

"It?" You questioned.

"You know the..." Kate acted out your acrobatic movements, all while her two feet remained on the ground. "Your dodgy spider thing." She smiled as she spoke.

Kate Bishop was the exact same.

You couldn't believe it.

A smile was on your face behind the mask.

"My Spidey sense." You said, making Kate's eyebrows shoot up. "Oh! Cool!" She nodded to her own words as she bit her bottom lip.

Something so innocent was making you blush.

So you turned around and started walking along the floor of the building just as Clint FINALLY came through the window. "I'm getting too old for this shit." He said as he unclipped himself from the zipline.

"Spider," Clint called out as you looked back. "Kate. Spider. Just in case this one was too star-struck to say anything."

That made you listen.

Kate looked at Clint, embarrassed. "No! No! He's joking! Like it's not true! I mean, I like you but- not like that! Like, I admire you... From afar! Ya know? Wait, that's not right!"

Clint covered Kate's mouth as you stood there, shocked at the jumble of words spilling from your crush's mouth.

"She admires you as a hero. Just forget she said anything." Clint said as he removed his hand. "Yes. Thank you, Clint." Kate nodded but avoided eye contact with you.

You just nodded back and grinned widely under the mask. "Well, thank you, Kate."

Kate tilted her head and looked your way.

"You said my name. The Spider said my name." She whispered loudly to herself before starting into the distance.

"Well, enough of... that," Clint said. "Kate, did you find anything?"

Kate nodded and singled for you and Clint to follow.

"Every floor was either empty or left to rot. And this one was the same until..." She stopped in the hallway of what you now recognize as an apartment building door and shined a light on the door.

It looked a lot like Aunt Mays. 

Kate pushed the door open. As it creaked to a stop, one by one, the archers and you stepped inside. The apartment looked lived in. Boxes and tables were removed from dust where others still had it sit. A bed was in the corner of one room, where a work bench and whiteboards riddled with equations and words sat in the corner of another.

"Somone lives here?" Clint asked to no one in particular.

"Lived." Kate held up a notebook left behind on the coffee table and started reading from it.

"I've done all that has been asked of me, and yet he keeps asking for more. I'm afraid of what will happen if I say no. But with the recent news of his disappearance, maybe I have a chance. Now is my time. I'm smarter than this. And if they come for this place-"

"It stops there. No more entries after that." Kate looks from you to Clint, who grabs the notebook and flips through it before returning to that final page. "This was written almost a year ago."

You take a few steps closer. "His dissapearance." You repeated. Making the other two look at you. "Yeah?" Kate asked as you thought about the words.

"Who owns the buildings? Who disappeared a year ago and is creeping up our backs. Powerful enough to have people go into hiding."

Clint sighed.

Kate knew.

"Kingpin." You snapped your finger and nodded; you went to say more, but your phone started to buzz. "Oh.." You picked up to see Ned's caller ID.

"One moment." You said, making Kate look at you a little differently.

Clint returned to the notebook and started to take pictures before combing over the place.

You took the phone into the other room and clicked the side of your mask. "What??" You asked in a hushed whisper. "Where are you?" Ned asked as he looked at live camera footage of a group of Tracksuits exiting a car.

"In a what we now know is an abandoned building."

"Okay, well I have- wait we?!" Ned asked as he took his eyes away from the computer screen. "Yes, me and the Hawkeyes!! Oh my god, speaking of which! I have to tell you-"

You stopped as your body started to feel it.

Your hairs went straight up.

You stood up and started walking out of the room and into the room Clint and Kate were in. "Spider?" Clint asked, a little worried. Kate turned to see you look around, slightly panicked.

"What's going on?" She asked.

Clint shook his head, and the two watched you.

Your body directed you to the abandoned desk. You squatted down and ignored the feel of Kate's eyes on your ass.

That's when you saw it.

A silent armed. Triggered to go off when the front door opened. Kate must've accidentally set it off when she discovered it earlier.

Yet your tingle didn't stop.

You stood up again and walked to the window. At the same time, Ned's voice came through your earpiece. "Get down!!"

Time slowed as the first bullet cracked the window, sending shards of glass your way as the bullet blew right past your face.

As the glass skimmed your mask, you turned towards Kate and hit a button on your wrist to send a wall of webs in her direction.

"Get down!" You shouted as your voice became muffled thanks to the rain of gunfire coming from the street below you.

You watched Clint hit the deck as he was the furthest away. If he could save himself quicker, the quicker he could save Kate and you. If needed.

As you hit the floor, your webs hit the ceiling and wall in front of Kate, protecting her from a shower of glass and ricocheted bullets, which left you unprotected as you began crawling toward the younger Hawkeye.

"We have to go!" You heard Clint yell as the gunfire didn't stop. You agreed and motioned for them to go first when you finally made it to Kate.

But she was going to leave without you.

Kate grabbed your left hand and started dragging you as she followed Clint through the front door of the apartment. The sound of glass and gunfire sounding further away as you three ran through to the other side of the abandoned building.

Back to where you entered. Except when you looked out the window, you saw men waiting on the roof across the way.

"Shit!" Kate said as she got her breath. "Language." Clint retorted, causing Kate to give a really?! look.

Clint looked around, ignoring Kate, until his eyes landed back on you.

"Spider, take Kate and get her out of here."

You opened your mouth to speak up, but Kate beat you to it. "Clint! I'm not leaving you!"

He looked at her and placed his right on the top of her purple beanie as the sound of gunfire started to become louder. The men entered the building.

"Yes, you are. I'll hold these guys off and meet you at your aunts."

You watched Kate shake her head and sign to the older Hawkeye. Leaving you out of the conversation.

Clint sighed and signed back.

Clint grabbed his bow and turned towards the window to line up a shot.

"Cli-"

"Kate!"

He turned his head back, stopping her. Kate deflated. "Spider, take her."

You lifted your eyes from Clint to Kate. You took a shaky step forward and placed your hand around the strong arm of your crush.

She looked back and nodded. "Let's go." She took a step towards a window positioned on the west side of the wall and broke it with her bow. She cleared the glass away and waited for you to climb onto the exterior wall.

"Right!" You nodded and jogged to the window.

It was a silent moment between the two of you as Kate stepped outside the window and into your waiting arms. You couldn't help the feelings in your stomach and the fire in your heart when Kate wrapped her legs around your waist.

Her chin on your shoulder.

You also couldn't help your mouth when it opened up. "Usually, I like to take a nice girl out to eat before this happens."

You cringed and rolled your eyes at your own words.

Thankfully, Kate laughed. Whether it was genuine or not was a mystery, but she smiled and wrapped her arms tighter around you.

"I may have a slight obsession with you, but let's slow down."

That was news to you.

"Obsession, huh?" You felt a grin grow on your face.

Kate quickly hid a blush and pushed herself further into you, which didn't help the moan stuck in your throat from trying to fight its way to your lips.

But you swallowed it down and managed to say: "You ready?"

You felt Kate nod.

"Hold tight." You said even though you would never allow Kate to slip from your grasp.

You twhipped you and Kate away from Clint as you heard him send a barrage of arrows to the idiots on the other roof.

On the outside, Kate tried to play it cool, but on the inside, her stomach was doing flips like it was qualifying for a gold medal.

The rush of air against her body hundreds of feet into be air was one thing

But being wrapped around your body was another. Especially when she couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't the first time the two of you had met.

But Kate would know if she had ever met the Spider...

So, who were you?

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Eternally Mine, Chapter 16

Screams rang out through the harbours main warehouse, men and a few women tried to make a run for it, but the only two escape routes out of the large building were blocked off. The doors wouldn’t open.

Loki, Chris, Toshi and Severus marched down the middle of the warehouse, the three vampires were hissing loudly with their fangs on show, dripping with blood after sucking their first lot of trafficker’s dry right on front of everyone. Sending the traffickers all into a hysterical panic.

‘Remember the plan. Take your fill and have fun, but make sure there’s at least twelve kept alive for the hunt.’ Chris snarled to the team before locking onto one of the female traffickers and charging towards her at high speed.

They had hired a bus and also a large van for getting the prey for the hunt back to Demsdale, and also for the women and girls that needed saved.

The traffickers had guns, though the guns were useless on the vampires since it wasn’t silver bullets. Toshi was wearing a bullet proof vest underneath her clothing for protection. Thankfully there were no hunters there, the traffickers never expected to be attacked by vampires after all.

Loki was already feeling rather feral after they all had their first bite. He attacked the nearest guy, tearing into his neck without much care for him at all, ignoring his scream of agony as he took some blood from him before killing him. It wasn’t long before Loki found himself in a bit of a frenzy, his inner vampire was going nuts, delighted at having this release to run wild.

‘LOKI! Remember, we need some alive.’ Severus yelled at him from across the warehouse after seeing him slaughter three humans in a row.

Loki shook his head and tried to clear his mind a little, he was getting a bit too carried away. Though seeing them all discuss about selling innocent young women and children had really gotten his blood boiling right off the bat.

‘Keep an eye on your brother. It’s his first time letting loose like this.’ Toshi shouted at Chris as she fought next to him for a moment, taking down two traffickers together and knocking them unconscious. They tossed them next to one of the exits that was currently blocked off for now, but they needed to get a pile going.

‘Ah, he’s having fun. I’ll let him enjoy it, even if it means one or two short to take back.’ Chris smirked with a chuckle.

Toshi rolled her eyes then sprinted off after another guy, driving a knife right into his back and twisting hard.

Severus added a woman and a man to the hunt pile, then he decided to feast on one this time. He spotted a man hiding behind some empty oil drums, not looking in his direction. With a smirk, he sneaked around behind the drums and crouched down, slowly moving towards the man.

‘Who are we hiding from?’ Severus asked as he suddenly popped up behind the guy.

The man let out a shriek of fear, he tried to scramble away, trying to get up to his feet to run, but he couldn’t manage to get away from Severus. Severus broke his arm as he grabbed hold of him and pulled him back towards him, he pinned him down harshly to the ground before sinking his fangs into the back of his neck.

‘You alright there, bro?’ Chris asked Loki as he found him at the side of the warehouse, taking a moment while Toshi and Severus took down a few more of the traffickers.

‘Getting a bit carried away.’ Loki panted, Chris could see by the look in his eyes that he was struggling to keep himself under control.

They had taken down most of the humans that needed taken out. Chris could sense two strong heartbeats from the back of the warehouse, when he focused his senses in on them, he could smell their fear and was able tell it was grown men. Likely more traffickers.

‘Come on.’ He growled at Loki and marched to the back of the warehouse, where there was a shipping container that was slightly ajar.

Two men had been hiding in there since the vampires first arrived. When Chris hauled the door open, the two guys fell backwards and tried scrambling away, pure terror in their eyes as they saw Loki and Chris moving in on them. The vampire brothers towered over them and were about to attack, but Toshi and Severus jumped in.

‘These two are ours.’ Toshi snarled, eyeing the men up as she flipped her knives in the air.

Chris raised an eyebrow at them, but stepped aside and grabbed Loki’s shoulder, pulling him out of the way. Loki hissed in annoyance, but Chris was able to direct him to one of the last humans to take out.

Chris wasn’t sure why those two guys were so important to Toshi, and he wasn’t sure what she and Severus did to them, but from the screams that came from inside the container, he had a feeling it was something personal…

There was a woman who was part of the traffickers that Loki caught out of the corner of his eye running away from the scene, she had kept hidden till the last minute. He locked on to her and gave chase, she let out a blood curdling scream as he attacked her. He grabbed her from behind and bit into her neck, letting his venom flow into her, just enough to make her pass out though.

He took a little blood from her, but not too much, then tossed her onto the hunt pile.

‘I think that’s them all.’ Severus said to them with heavy breaths as he wiped his mouth with his arm.

Chris nodded in agreement. ‘Now what?’

‘We get the women and kids into the bus. Get this lot piled into the van, make sure they’re tied up.’ Toshi said firmly as she nodded her head at the hunt pile.

Toshi and Chris went to deal with the women and kids, breaking open the few containers outside that they were being kept in and getting them to the bus. While Loki and Severus began sorting out the hunt victims.

Toshi and Chris helped the children and young women get into the bus, some of them thanked them on the way in. Toshi’s heart hurt seeing the state of some of them, knowing what they will have been put through… It made her feel sick.

‘What was so important about those two guys?’ Chris asked Toshi quietly, pulling Toshi from her thoughts.

Toshi didn’t look at him, she just kept ushering people into the bus. Though she did answer him after a long pause. ‘They were friends of my fathers when I was younger, my father decided it would be a good idea to let them use my body as they wanted for cash.’ She said bitterly.

Chris’ eyes widened as he turned to face Toshi fully, he could see the pain all over her face.

‘I tracked them down a few years ago, to find out they ran this whole operation. I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment, to get my revenge on them. I had to put a stop to them from hurting others, too.’

Chris reached out and put his hand on her shoulder, giving her a brief gentle squeeze. He felt her body flinch slightly at his touch, but she relaxed very quickly. ‘You did a really good thing here today.’ He said softly, then he lifted the last girl into the bus, as she was too weak to get in herself.

‘Where are you going to take them?’ Chris asked Toshi.

‘I’ve got a safe house lined up for them, then will try and get them back home to their family, where they belong.’ Toshi said confidently.

‘I… I don’t have a family.’ Came a small voice from behind Chris and Toshi. They turned around to see a girl, who looked to be around twelve or so.

‘Where did you come from?’ Chris asked softly as he crouched down to her level.

The girl had her arms wrapped around herself, she was skinny and covered in bruises.

‘I… I was in foster care… then I was sent to these people from my foster family.’ She said quietly, her eyes watering.

Chris reached out and gently rubbed her arm. ‘You’re safe now, don’t worry. We will find you somewhere safe, with good people, ok?’

The girl nodded and wiped her eyes.

Toshi took the girl’s hand and led her into the bus, getting her seated.

Once Severus was finished helping Loki with the last of the humans into the van, he went over to the bus, ready to drive back. Toshi was just making sure that everyone on the bus was ok, ready for the four-hour journey ahead of them.

‘That girl, I think I might know of a family for her. There’s a couple in Redbridge who have been looking to adopt for a while, but because they’re both older, they’re struggling to get approved. A lovely couple, I’m sure they’d take good care of her. It could be ideal since she’s a bit older.’ Chris suggested to Toshi.

Toshi nodded. ‘That sounds perfect. Can you go speak to them tomorrow and see if they’d be willing to take her?’

Chris nodded. ‘Of course.’

Severus and Toshi drove the bus back, while Loki and Chris took the van. Their adrenaline was still running high, even when they got back to Redbridge.

Loki didn’t want to admit how much he had enjoyed letting his instincts take over like that, going wild.

‘Thank you, for helping tonight. I know it’s not something you’d normally do.’ Chris said as he pulled up outside Loki’s house after they’d dumped all the humans in the hut at the woods, making sure they were still unconscious and tied up.

Loki let out a sigh. ‘It’s not… I hate how much I enjoyed it. That is not who I am, it’s not going to become a regular thing.’ Loki said firmly. ‘I only did it because they deserved it, to help all those poor people…’

Chris nodded and smiled. ‘Well, either way, I appreciate it.’

Loki nodded too and slid out of the van. ‘Night. I know I’m going to sleep well tonight.’

‘After some fun with your girl, I’m sure you will.’ Chris chuckled knowingly.

And he wasn’t wrong.

As soon as Loki got inside to Claire, he pounced on her. His adrenaline was still pumping and he was full of feral energy. He told Claire a little about what happened while he tore off her clothes, getting her riled up too at the thought of him going absolutely ham on some bad guys. He had blood splattered on his clothes and skin, which turned her on to no end.

She was exhausted after one round, but Loki wasn’t ready to call it a night yet, keeping her up for most of the night for numerous rounds.

[jynxpsiche]

Sweetener

💌. Summary: Tangerine and Lemon finally decide to get off the train, but the twins notice a scared reader with her little baby…

or

…when Lemon convinces Tangerine to help a single mother.

💌. Warning: canon gore, she/her pronouns, mentions of guns, swearing. First oneshot, please be kind! Spelling and grammar errors. English is not my first language.

Everything was going downhill.

By now, the train’s carriages were empty, no one was left on the train beside for the experienced assassins hired by the White Dead himself.

Then what was she doing there? A woman with a permanent scared expression on her face was curled on a seat and her arms were tightly secured around a smaller figure, her son.

The little and innocent baby was sleeping peacefully even if his face was stained by dried tears. The mom was paralysed, her heart was beating fast and her watery eyes continuously scanned the carriage for possible threats.

For now they were safe, but the woman didn’t miss the gunshots coming from others carriages. As long as her child was sound asleep, she could be able to silently get off the deadly train.

Struggling she managed to pick her bag and toss it over her shoulder while keeping her baby close to her chest with one hand.

Quietly, she adventured herself through the long corridor. Now not a sound lingered in the air. No gunshots, no shouts, no grunts, no running.

Nothing.

The atmosphere was strangely calm. And this scared the woman more.

She clutched her child tighter and started walking faster, with light steps.

But unfortunately her luck ran out.

The door behind her that connected the two carriages opened and heavy footsteps followed by thick accented voices echoed through the carriage.

The woman froze and the spot and so did the two persons behind her.

“Hey miss, what are ya doin’?” She gulped and briefly glanced at the two figures, taking in their appearance.

The first one had dark skin and dyed hair and he wore a confused expression. Probably he was the one who talked just a second ago.

By his side there was a taller man, light skin and curls pulled back. His face was twisted in a irritated expression and certainly he wasn’t enjoying that situation.

She merely held tighter the little figure in her arms but she didn’t answer the man.

“Miss, are you—?” His question was interrupted by the quick action from the woman. She sprinted through the corridor with the only intention to reach the door and get off the train.

Behind her she heard the running of two figures and a series of curses coming from one of them. She couldn’t trust them since everybody on that train was a killer.

“Stop right there! Where the fuck are you going?” Shouted the other man, he was totally pissed. But the woman didn’t stop.

Finally she reached the door and once it opened she sprinted to the entrance of the next carriage. The train hadn’t arrived at the next stop yet so she had to buy some time and lose the two men on her tracks.

However, she was met with a blocked door.

“No no no. Why aren’t you opening?!” Distress was painted on her face, she tried to open the door again but it won’t bulge. Her eyes were now watery and out of fear she clutched her son, trying to protect him.

The woman heard the other door open but she didn’t move. Her back to the two men.

“Miss turn around, we aren’t going to hurt you.” Her breathing was too fast and for a second she thought they could hear her heartbeat.

Now another voice, but nearer. “He said turn around.” This one was harsher. She gulped down her fear and slowly turned her front to the men.

She immediately noticed the shorter man’s gaze wide a little at the sight of the baby in her arms. While the curly man’s expression was unreadable.

“Oh shit— are you okay mate? We didn’t mean to scare ya” said the first one, putting the gun away. He stepped forward a little and when he saw how she didn’t flinch he slowly advanced.

“I’m Lemon, he’s Tangerine” the other man lowered his gun, but didn’t put it away “We’re not here to hurt ya.”

“How can I be sure?” Her soft voice laced with fear made Tangerine’s eyes soften. “I can’t say we’re the good guys, but surely we’re not the bad ones here.” Continued Lemon, trying to be convincible.

“I-I am (Y/n). I was trying to get off the train at the next stop.” The twins shared a look. Tangerine’s look clearly expressed how he didn’t want to be involved in this situation. “We were trying to leave too. You’ll be safer if you come with us.” Lemon’s eyes lingered to the asleep baby.

A huff came out from the taller man. And the woman noticed, but the other twin ignored him and led the woman in the carriage, sitting in front of her.

Tangerine followed them and sit near his brother, facing the woman.

Watching them closely, (Y/n) caught their bloody appearances. Her voice came out as a whisper, not sure if she was going to be inappropriate, “Are…are you two okay?”

The twins shared a surprised look that lasted only a moment, then they reassumed their normal expressions. “We are alright, just a few scratches.”

Finally the trio managed to get off the train. Before, they came across a psycho girl who cried for help, but fortunately she was silenced by a shot in the head by Tangerine. Something about a Diesel, according to Lemon.

“Thank god she’s dead. I couldn’t take it anymore.” He angrily huffed out before exiting the carriage. The woman looked over Lemon but he only flashed her a little smile, encouraging her to walk.

Quickly they found a car and Tangerine started the engine. Immediately they were on the road.

“Where are we going?” Quietly asked the woman seated in the backseat. Tangerine didn’t respond, he kept his gaze fixated on the road.

Instead, Lemon turned his torso slightly to face the woman and explained to her that their destination was their safe house, located somewhere in the area.

“Do you have anywhere to go?” At that question she bashfully lowered her gaze and shook her head. “It’s okay, you can stay with us.” “I really don’t know how to repay you.” Lemon shoot her a smile telling her to not worry about that.

Again, the car fell in a comfortable silence. Tangerine occasionally glanced at the figure in the backseat and everytime his heart skipped a beat.

He strongly perceived her warm and sweet aura and he couldn’t help but notice how she softly caressed her son’s hair.

Seeing such a cute woman with her little one sound asleep on her chest warmed his chest and his heart was gradually melting at the sight.

When the baby woke up, he curiously observed his surroundings. Tangerine’s gaze met the baby’s through the rearview mirror and his heart skipped a beat. The baby had big blue eyes, very similar to his, and he didn’t know why but he felt a shock spike down his spine.

When they arrived at the safe house, the baby’s eyes dawdled on Tangerine’s figure and the grown man suddenly felt under heavy pressure.

The baby’s petite figure had been placed on the large sofa in the living room. (Y/n) quickly went to the bathroom, Lemon was grabbing a drink so Tangerine was left with the kid.

And God, how awkward the situation was.

The grumpy man obviously didn’t know what to do with a child but apparently the kid’s intention wasn’t to play but, rather more to observe their saviours.

Then, unexpectedly, the child lifted his arms toward the man’s direction, like he was communicating something to him.

Tangerine only looked at him quizzically.

The baby then tilted his head, again silently inviting the curly haired man to do something.

Tangerine opened his arms exasperatingly.

“What? What d’ya want me to do? Pick you up?” Even if the baby didn’t fully answered, Tangerine caught the answer through his eyes. ‘Yes, I want to be picked up.’ This is what the baby was saying.

The man’s face sulked and a little laugh escaped the kid’s mouth.

With a sigh, Tangerine picked the baby in his arms and immediately he put his head in the crock of the man’s neck.

The little one didn’t show any sign of disgust for the blood on the man’s clothes and body, on the contrary, he found comfort in him.

And, of course, this had marvelled Tangerine.

He was used to people fear him or turn their head the other way. Never in his life someone, beside his brother, considered him as more than a scurvy, hot-headed man.

“Bruv, the fuck ya doin’? You sick or somethin’?” Lemon’s voice woke Tangerine from his train of thoughts, his grip slightly tighter around the kid.

“Mind your fuckin’ business. You always get on my fuckin’ nerves.” The curly haired man harshly whispered back, trying not to disturb the baby.

His brother immediately understood the situation and silently sat on the couch and turned the tv on, shortly followed by Tangerine.

The living room was only filled by tv’s sounds for a couple of minutes, then silently another figure walzed in the room.

The woman was about to speak when she noticed two figures sat on the couch.

At first she didn’t see her son and panic started to arise in her chest. She quickly approached the couch and her face softened at the sight.

Tangerine’s arms engulfed her son, meanwhile her son’s face was tucked in the adult’s neck. They had both a serene expression on their faces and the woman heard light snoring coming from the man. She giggled quietly.

“He never tolerated kids.” The woman was startled by the sudden voice and she acknowledged Lemon’s presence after she heard him speaking. “He is convinced children hate him so he hates ‘em back. Just ‘cause he’s a hothead and a fuckin’ rude bitch doesn’t mean people won’t like him…

“…but he doesn’t believe that.” Continued the woman, who had sat on the armrest of the sofa. Her soft hand gently caressed her son’s head.

Her eyes flicked to the other sleeping figure and her breath hitched in her chest. With a killing slowness, the woman moved her hand through the man’s curls and kindly messaging his scalp.

(Y/n) noticed how his expression softened in his sleep and how a light sight left his lips. Lemon attentively watched his brother’s reaction, a small smile printed on his face.

“Alright, I’m goin’ to bed. The guest room is upstairs, first door on the left. Night.” With that whispered salute, he left the room, before slowly picking the kid from his brother’s arms.

Once Lemon was out of sight, the woman carefully seated next the sleeping man. They were only surrounded by a comfortable silence.

It felt strangely right. The whole situation felt so mundane, like they’ve never been on that deadly train or the two saviours weren’t killers at all.

Of course, the woman couldn’t admit her attraction towards the curly-haired man.

However, she would never admit something like that aloud since they only saved her and her son out of pity and hosted them in their house for a temporary period of time.

The female understood the gravity of the situation, so that was a perfect reason to suppress her feelings. But everything went down the drain when she felt a sudden pressure on her shoulder.

She was paralysed, too scared to move a single muscle.

From her peripheral vision, she immediately spotted the amount of curly hair. A little giggle left her mouth.

Without thinking too much, the woman gently placed her cheek on the man’s hair and a gentle smile traced her lips.

The young mother was gradually drifting into a peaceful sleep, but before blacking out she heard a faint voice.

“…(Y/n)…”

The safe house was immerse into a tranquil silence and the first sunbeams gingerly danced through the closed curtains.

Tangerine woke up without opening his eyes. He tried to recall what happened the prior night but apparently he had been to worn out because his mind was pretty foggy about yesterday’s events.

Except for what happened on the train.

He remembers it vividly.

Although, he was still dozy and felt comforted by the warmth that surrounded him.

His body was far more exhausted than he originally thought and the thought of going back to sleep crossed his mind.

And only this time, he followed his instinct. His mind again shut down.

A soft chuckle echoed from the stairs.

Lemon observed the scene ahead amused while gently cradling the kid in his arms.

“I knew you were fond of her, bruv.”

[liliumsabyss]

Hello I have once again found myself rereading the Newt fics and my love for them continues to grow. However thoughts have been thunk and I need protective Newt in my life. I’m happy to let you run wild with whatever ideas you want, if you can’t think of any here are some ones that have been floating around my mind:

Newt protecting reader while they escape the maze. Newt protecting reader at the WICKED facility (probs not what it’s called but can’t stop and think about that right now). Newt protecting reader from himself while he has the flare. Newt protecting reader from Teresa/WICKED after the betrayal.

Anything you want, I’ll take it all.

All the love for you and your work ❤️

Protecting and Patching

FEM DNI, I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Newt(TMR) x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.96k

Tw: Maybe OCC Newt, Blood, Injuries, Mentions of Death, WICKED, Swearing, Weapons, General TMR Violence, Film Newt, Based on Both Novel and Film

A/n: Hey again! It makes me so happy that you enjoy the fics so much! I really like the idea of Newt protecting the reader at the WICKED facility especially since my love of that scene in both the films and novels is just <3<3<3 I love that scene so much of course I love Newt more and he’s just so great in the scenes even if it’s very subtle he does a lot of the shit in the scenes. I had so much fun writing this to the point that I rewatched the scene like eight times to include all the little detail things that happen since I just wanted to capture the feel of the scene and Newts character in that scene since it’s like their first time with face to face peril of WICKED. I had a load of fun writing this and I also learned that Thomas Brodie-Sangster the guy who plays Newt is one of the voice’s of Ferb from Phineas and Ferb I don’t know if I love this fact or if it makes me want to cry. Anyway I hope you enjoy and all the love to you! Thank you so much!

The boys flooded out of the vent into a dark room that was made of dark concrete floor and bright white concrete brick walls that were decorated with metal pipes winding and weaving into the florecently lighted hallways. The group stood antsy waiting for Thomas to give the next instructions, (Y/n) rocked on the balls of his feet, Newt quickly stepped closer to the other. Thomas started heading down the hallway.

“ Wait, go ahead I’ve got something I need to do” Aris calls out to the rest, one replying they will go with him.

The boys started sprinting down the hallway, Newt making sure the (h/c) haired male was beside him. The sound of footsteps pounded through the wall and the group turned the corner only to be met with a lady in a lab coat. The blonde quickly stumbled back making sure to put himself slightly in front of his lover blocking him subtly from the woman. 

“ What are you kids doing-“ The lady started before being cut off with the howl of sirens projecting from overhead siren lights flashed yellow. The lady’s face quickly contorted as the boys seized her holding her hostage as they continued their sprint through the corridor. They turned a corner (Y/n) being in front of the blonde when the ones who had passed the corner skidded to a stop. A man in all black with what appeared to be a large gun shouted a hey before raising the weapon and opening fire. Newt grabbed the (h/c) haired arm pulling him back clutching onto as they started to sprint the opposite way.

“ Are you ok!” Newt tried to shout over the chaotic shouts and pounding of footprints but it didn’t reach the other as he froze looking away towards where the man had come from. The blonde turned to see what the other was looking at, Minho was stopped several feet away with his fist tightly clenched, some let out calls questioning what he was doing at a time like this. Minho turned around letting out a yell as he sprinted full speed hurtling towards the wall as the man came around the corner. He kept through the air his knees close to his chest as he soared into the man taking him off guard knocking him into the concrete walls rendering him unconscious or dead. (Y/n) couldn’t exactly tell as the group surged forward Newt grabbing his arm dragging him along. Thomas had picked up the gun leading the group of boys through the winding hallways as they still kept the woman in the lab coat hostage.

A large metal door stood in front of them quickly being opened as they surged in seeing five very startled people in lab coats. Thomas holding up the large gun waving it between them screeching ‘where is she’ repeatedly. Newt turned to see (Y/n)’s face, he was biting his lip trying to push down the fear but the blonde could still see it in his eyes which had widened at Thomas’ sudden act of aggression. Newt quickly stepped in front of the other pulling his own arm behind his back to grab the (h/c) haired male's hand looking back raising his eyebrow. (Y/n) just gave the other a nod. Thomas had passed the gun to Minho who continued to keep the WICKED employee’s at gun-point. Newt ran forward grabbing a long strip of cloth attempting to tie their hands together as Thomas retrieved Teresa from the medical bed. Then suddenly someone standing next to the (h/c) haired male shouted ‘they’re coming this way!’ (Y/n) looked petrified turning towards the window in the door right where he had been standing. 

“ (Y/n) get back!” Newt screamed, his eyes widening in fear as he pushed through the crowd in the room towards the door. (Y/n) quickly sprinted out of the way, the blond pushed over a nearby metal examination table it made a loud clatter that shuddered through the already clambering room. There was a loud screech as the table was pushed by Newt up against the door barricading it. 

“ BACK EVERYONE GET BACK!” Someone shouted as a loud crash was heard, reinforcements crashed into the door trying to bash it open. (Y/n) turned at the sound of the panging of glass only to see Thomas thrusting a stool into the glass attempting to break it only to be unsuccessful. Newt looked with terror at the door as the WICKED guards were so close to breaking in so close to getting them all and then what would happen would they be killed like their so called rescuers or would only some of them be killed, would one of them be himself or even worse (Y/n), that future could not exist, he picked up another stool hurdling it towards the glass with Thomas. The loud sound of a shatter filled the room as the glass rained upon them. The boys leapt through the empty window frame that still had remnants of glass. Newt kept turning as the (h/c) haired male shakily attempted to climb through with the blonde spotting him, he however stepped on a piece of glass piercing through his foot the tip covered in blood appearing at the top of his shoe. The male let out a quick yelp falling forward onto Newt who luckily caught him.

“ Can you walk?” Newt said worriedly looking between the other’s shoe that was covered in blood.

“ I think so…” (Y/n) seethed, clenching his teeth. The blonde slowly lowered the male's legs to the ground still keeping his arms around him to take some of the weight of his foot. Newt looked up at (Y/n), (Y/n) giving a curt nod, his arm still stretched around Newt. Then they hear a loud crash. The (h/c) haired male didn’t even get a chance to look back before Newt had started sprinting, still supporting some of (Y/n)’s weight. The group sprints through the hallway being led by Thomas, Newt and (Y/n) towards the front of the group running on pure adrenaline. They all ran through a door. A man in a black ski mask with blank eyes stood there with a large gun which must have been the standard for WICKED. Thomas with little hesitation shot the man with the weapon he had been holding. Suddenly they hear the thundering footsteps echoing down the hallway from the WICKED employee’s. Someone yells shit as they race off again, they finally get to the access door all of them clinging desperately to the large industrial door. Thomas frantically swipes the ID card into the access slot, the door buzzes and a red light flashes denying access. The doors metal jaws stay clamped, some slap Thomas’ back yelling word’s of rush such as ‘c’mon’ and hurry up, but once again Thomas tries are futile as he once again frantically swipes the card it fails buzzing a sound of denial and flashing red. They hear the heavy footsteps of guards looking down the hallway and they see Jason surrounded by guards in tactile equipment heavily armed and holding up shields. Newt quickly pushed (Y/n) into the corner of the wall as gently as he could keeping in mind his injured foot shielding him from the rest as he turned to face the guard’s. Thomas quickly started walking towards Jason ready to open fire shouting at him to open the door only for him to respond with a threatening ‘you don’t want to do this’. Newts head whips behind him making eye contact with the (h/c) haired male whose hands were placed on the blondes back shaking, Newt looked away avoiding making the other more terrified he looked desperately back at the card slotted only one thought pummeling through his head how were they going to get out of this. Then as if a higher power heard Newt’s thoughts the heavy metal door screeches open its heavy jaws. Newt gives a cry of relief like most of the group as he throws (Y/n)’s arm around him, (Y/n) lets out a hopeful smile before they stumble through the door. Thomas lets out a few shots before his gun becomes jammed, throwing it at Jason and his security personnel. The metal door starts to shut slowly sliding down, everyone is screaming for Thomas to get there and in the little gap between the metal teeth of the door and the floor Thomas slides under. Jason hits the window of the door angrily as Thomas flips him off. (Y/n) still clasping onto Newt sticks his young out briefly mocking him as wide smiles spread onto the boy’s faces. They start at full speed sprinting through the large warehouse-like room stopping when they approach the large metal gate that stood a steel or iron giant whatever material it may be in front of them towering twenty feet standing between them and their freedom. Thomas quickly pulled a red lever allowing the doors to steadily open heavily, dragging open a greyish-blue smoke swirled past the door as the group flooded out.

Once they got to safety Newt and his lover separated from the group. The blonde still supported the others' weight as they hobbled to a corner where the two could sit. Newt carefully helped the other sit on the floor hoping that the pain had decreased and the bleeding stopped. He looked up at the other for permission as he went to take off (Y/n)’s shoe the (h/c) haired male nodded. Newt tried to take his shoe off as carefully as he could looking up at the other male who was biting his lip trying to not show how much pain he was in. Newt slid off the shoe to see a several inch wide gash going straight through the (s/c) skin of (Y/n)’s foot . It was bloody but didn’t appear to be bleeding as much as it was, being mostly caked in dried blood. Newt quickly took a flask of water that he had picked up earlier pouring the water on the wound. (Y/n) squirmed clenching his fists in pain.

“ I'm sorry love, I'm sorry.” Newt apologized, trying not to look up at the other in guilt. The blonde quickly tore apart part of his white cotton shirt’s sleeve, he gently held up the (h/c) haired male's foot using the cloth as a makeshift bandage wrapping the wound tightly letting the foot go carefully. The blonde then slid next to his lover putting an arm around him. 

“ This hurt’s like a shucking bitch!” (Y/n) whined to Newt waving his leg in the air.

“ It looks like we will be limping together for the time being.” Newt chuckled slightly making the rare joke about his leg only for (Y/n) to give him a bewildered look and a slight nudge. (Y/n) grabbed Newt hand interlacing them, Newt pulled their hands towards himself raising them slowly to his lips kissing (Y/n)’s hands as he peered at them with his honey brown eyes he gave out a short amused hum seeing the others bashful face.

“ We should get some sleep.” The blonde said hugging his lover slightly more into him, the (h/c) haired male leaned his head against Newt's shoulder with Newt reciprocating the action leaning his head against the others head.

“ Goodnight Newt”

“ Goodnight (Y/n), love”

The two drifted off into sleep in each other's embrace, the other boys shaking their heads at the lovesick couple leaving them alone as they continued to their shifts making sure not to wake the pair.

[fun-k-board]

Hey are reqeust still opened if not sorry to bother you but if they are

can you do a child rocky x child reader? (The reader has a younger sister in this) fluff to angst to fluff

It's basically how rocky met reader and their sister as kids and then one day reader and their sister have to move (you can decide why if you want) and rocky gets sad by this but they meet again as adults working together at lackadaisy

(Hope this isn't too much)

Pronouns used : None

Note(s) :

Of course! I'm not too sure what you wanted the sister to do when they're older, or just narrative wise? I didn't have any ideas, my bad.

Rocky was never a calm person, mind and body always running faster than anybody could keep up with, especially in his youth. While his aunt was a ferice and true Christian woman, someone who practically haunted his dreams, at least she didn't have a gun. It was times like this, where he, his cousin and miss pepper where behind a van being shot at, he missed the older times. Even if they were boring and filled with church.

Although, that wasn't because he missed her per say, it was more for two young siblings he met when he was younger himself. They were his best friends and most trusted companions, besides Freckle of course, and had met in his opinion, the best of circumstances.

Not at church, not doing something nice for either of them, instead, Rocky had shoved pancakes on either of his arms, creating sleeves of some kind. Syrup covered him and he was a complete mess. He was running away from a shouting auntie and managed to get lost, at a house away from his own in a forest. It wasn't well kept at all.

There he found two kids the same age as him, they didn't look like locals, strange clothes for this weather and they didn't seem to be playing, just standing out their house. When they both noticed him, the younger of the two quietly laughed and pointed not so discreetly at the pancakes lining his arms.

"He looks silly!" She whispered, staring at him like he was some strange creature and pulling on the older ones clothes.

"Hello! It's nice to meet you!" The eldest, you, outstretched a hand, he noted both of your ways of saying words was weird, but also not. Like you two were pretending to have an accent. Rocky grinned. It was clear you're all going to best friends from that moment, because he thought so. He thrust his hand forward and shook your own aggressively.

"Name's Rocky! Your name my-" He paused, then cartoonishly put his hands on his hips "-dearest neighbour?"

"My name is (F/N), This is-" You, jumping in shock as your younger sister yanked on your fur to push herself in front of you.

"(S/N)!" She happily grinned, giggling and absent minded. Tail swishing happily as she looked up at the older boy, he could swear she reminded him of himself in some way.

Every few days you'd all meet up, he even brought Freckle on some days, but as the days passed, and even months flew by, he began to notice how different you both seemed from the first meeting. (S/N) seemed more quiet as they met more, unable to run and laugh as she once could, and you were more protective, less adventurous and too busy helping your sister walk to speak to Rocky.

Until one day you both stopped coming all together.

He waited an hour each day for a month just to see you two again, Freckle stayed even after that, but even then you still wouldn't come back. They both banged on the door, yelling for you, yet the inside was always still, even less taken care of than before. You had both left. And he denied it for so long, but he realised as he grew why. Rocky at first believed you to have left because you both hated him, you both lost interest in your friendship and simply didn't want to be around him anymore.

But he noticed the signs, he knew the truth, (S/N) was sick, deathly so, she couldn't breathe and instead sat down on most days, even you seemed more sickly. Yet both of you were determined to at least see him and his cousin.

He tried to convince himself you just left for a doctor, but no doctor takes that long, he knew you both most likely died from some illness you weren't used to. With how you both spoke, you weren't from here, and you couldn't resist disease here. It weighed on him, how he didn't confront you about it, to at least confirm his suspicions.

And now, in gunfire and feeling his consciousness drain, it all felt fuzzy, familiar, warm. He wanted to go back and see you both again, one of the highlights of his youth, but also one of the most horrifying parts.

Rocky's eyes snapped open, he was shoved onto a couch like a sack of dirt, the force knocking some air from him and causing spurts of coughs and croaky mumbles of confusion. His vision was blurred and he felt like he drank an entire bottle of alcohol, but he could make a shape from all the chaos. It was speaking, and sounded angry, he noticed what he assumed to be Viktor leaving and slamming the door behind him, that's when the shape drew closer.

It held his hand, it was fuzzy... He noticed the accent, it was familiar. Then came the hug, you're warm. He wanted to reach out and hug you back, but not only did it hurt to breathe, he guessed he understood how you felt back then, but he realised you were wrapping something around him, not hugging him.

Black dots crowded his vision, and the next thing he knew he felt fabric on his chest different from his shirt, itchy and medical. Rocky grimaced and gripped the sofa cushion uncomfortably digging into his side, wanting it all to be over, he loved the job, just not this part. He felt himself fade away once again.

It took so much from you to not force him awake, but you waited, you had waited before for years, what was a few more hours? Your thoughts raced and you felt like sobbing, your sister had begun helping other injured within the Lackadaisy staff before she left for the night, believing he wouldn't wake until morning, yet it still didn't persuade you to leave his side.

Not even after the night ended and you had wasted precious time, you could've helped others with your sister, but all you could think of was him. Was he the same? You didn't know, and a part of you wanted to leave and never see him again, he could hate you for leaving, you never explained why, and he couldn't understand so young. Rocky was your friend, and you hope he still is.

The light began pouring into the room, your tired and aching eyes didn't notice the twitching, your sleepy head not processing the pained grunts from your patient, until he whispered your name.

Your ears perked up, suddenly more alert than they'd ever been in your life, your eyes widened and pulse quickened. He shifted from his position on the couch, before his back was laid flat, now he was turned slightly to look at you, luckily off his injured side.

"Rocky?..." You questioned quietly, smiling brightly and gently moving a hand forward to his coat, peeking underneath to see the blood seeping through had dried, you whispered for him to sit up slowly if he could. Coughing, he did so, wincing in pain and scratching a cushion that rubbed against the injury.

You began wrapping the new bandages around his side, leaning in close to do so, he took the opportunity and hugged you tightly, you almost thought he was planning to remove your spine with the force he pressed against you.

"I missed you too! Please let go-"

[bihanarms]

chapter 3 OUT! enjoy!! and feel free to say anything ~ hope you’ll like it. (and once again excuse my english)

Chapter 3 : Face to Face

Luis had just met Ada for the first time regarding the amber, but unfortunately he had nothing to give her right away because Saddler had gotten his hands on him before he could escape with it. And like she had mentioned in her email, "no sample, no protection".

As he walked determinedly in the direction that (y/n) had indicated, wondering what she was going to ask him to do, a decrepit house began to take shape in his field of vision. There were no villagers, no hideous zombie-insects or any other horrors that he would have had to face. Surroundings were strangely quiet.

Playing with his lighter in one hand, he gently pressed his ear against the door, trying to listen for any sound inside

Nada

He pushed the door open, making an unpleasant creaking sound. A quick glance to analyze the surroundings showed that there was no one there.

"Well, well, is anyone here?" Luis shouted loudly.

He took a step forward.

"(y/n)?" he shouted even louder.

« Hijo de puta!" »

Luis barely had time to turn around before he came face to face with a hatchet.

Luckily for him, the sound of a bullet firing from a pistol was heard, leaving a red hole between the infected villager's eyes, who was now just a corpse on the ground.

« Scream louder, good idea. » said a sarcastic female voice.

He turned around and came face to face with a woman holding a gun in both hands.

« And you are,querida? » asked our pretty spanish boy.

« Not going to answer that question, obviously » said the woman, putting her pistol away in her bag and revealing her face.

The voice, the uniform... impossible.

"(y/n)?!"

Luis was dazzled. Of course, it was her. The arrogant tone in her voice, who else.

She was there, right in front of him, her face revealed for the first time, and the wait was totally worth it... She was so stunning it was hard to believe. A wave of warmth pass through his heart, a flirtatious smile forming on his face, he took a few steps towards her.

Not a word came out of his mouth.

He was mesmerized by her beauty. Of all the dreams he had had, all the times he had tried to imagine her face, what he had in front of him at that moment was beyond all his expectations.

« Have you lost your voice?" asked (y/n), a smirk on her lips.

She finally looked up at Luis, eyes to eyes.

"Well, mi amor..."

Her gaze was so intense that although Luis was used to flirting, nothing more could come out of his lips. He was completely helpless. Funny thing was, that man was usually well-informed when it came to flirting with women, but that ONE woman he was facing, well... he was going to need new instructions.

« You look very foolish, you know that?" she said mockingly. "Pull yourself together, what's happening here is very serious. I'm glad you came."

"Where's your mask?" asked Luis, still unable to detach himself from the spectacle before his eyes. "It doesn't surprise me, querida, that you kept it on so often. You could have had me at your feet so easily, and there’s no fun in that."

"And there's the Luis I know," she sighed. "It didn't take you long. Any other pertinent remarks for our survival?"

"Sorry, mi amor, it's just that..."

"Luis, stop," she said sharply.

Y/n's uniform was soaked in blood and dirt, her mask had been lost in a scuffle with several villagers.

Despite her confident posture and determined stride, the worried look in her eyes betrayed the fact that she was not in control of the situation.

"I asked you to come here to talk," she began. "I had the chance to sneak into your office during your various absences recently and now I know everything you were doing behind Saddler's back."

Luis felt his heart racing, bringing him right back to reality.

"It's not what you thi-,"

"It is what I think," she interrupted. "And don't worry, I'm not here to rat you out. In fact, I'm here to ask for your help."

He breathed a sigh of relief, his entire body relaxing as he slumped into a nearby chair. But his quick mind soon took over, wondering how this was possible. After all, she worked front and center to protect Saddler's work.

"I know what you're thinking," she said, sensing his confusion. "And I know I can trust you. I'm actually not working for Osmund Saddler and his twisted plans. For months, I've been infiltrating this organization to gather information on him for the BSAA, we’re charged with preventing and eradicating bio-terrorism."

Luis had no time to process all of this information. A flurry of emotions coursed through him as he tried to come to grips with what he had just heard. But Y/n wasn't finished.

"I know that’s already a lot to deal with but that's not the most important thing. I need your help because Saddler knows what I’ve been up to. Before I left the island, he came to me and I know that you have found a cure--"

Her voice grew increasingly tremulous, and she paced nervously around the room as she spoke.

"--and I'm infected."

Those were her last words before her body gave out. Luis jumped up just in time to catch her in his arms. Her forehead was slick with sweat, and her breathing was painfully erratic. Signs of the infection were already starting to appear on her skin.

What the fuck was actually going on?

It was a lot of information to digest all at once, (Y/n) was an infiltrator, infected, and Saddler was on her tail.

Mierda, Luis had so much on his mind that he didn't know where to turn.

Gently lowering his gaze to Y/n's face, which was now showing pain above all. He couldn't help but feel constantly captivated by her anyway.

Despite all the revelations, deep down in his heart, he knew one thing for sure: he had to save this woman and keep her safe. Not just because of what he was feeling for her, but also to prove to himself that he could help someone out of this and not just run away like some coward.

end of the chapter, 4 incoming. :p

[lunarbuck]

Dance With The Devil (6)

Pairing: mafia!Loki x f!reader (any race)

WC: 4.3k

Summary: Sacrifices are made, and realizations come to light, but is it too late?

Warnings: violence, severe/fatal injury, blood, death 👀 (not really specified, implied i guess?), angst, crying, fluff, smoochin'

A/N: Even though I thought I wouldn't be able to post, I pulled through!! yay :) I'm sad that the series is ending... we only have one left after this 😭 thank you for sticking through it :)))

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Chapter 5 / Chapter 7

Loki

I hear a quiet knock on the door, but I do not turn at the sound.

“Pardon me, Loki.” The voice of Mrs. Peters carries across the room.

“Leave me in peace,” I reply, staring at the rose between my fingers. My flower had given it to me the day we’d spent all afternoon in the garden. As if it is aware of her absence, it has started to wilt and die, but it is all I have of her now.

“The house is under attack!” She says, her voice full of urgency. I hear the sound of tires on the pavement, footsteps on the driveway, guns being loaded. “What should we do?” She isn’t really asking me what they should do; she knows. She’s only asking to try and get me to join in the fight. But I don’t want to fight. Not anymore.

“It doesn’t matter now. Just let them come.” A petal falls from the rose, and I can’t help but find it poetic, fitting for this moment.

Mrs. Peters storms out of the room, clearly upset that I’m not jumping to defend the home. I am rooted where I stand, unable to move, unable to continue on.

Flower

You throw your body against the freight container door, but it’s no use. It won’t budge. You have no idea how long you’ve been trying to get it open, but your body aches, and it feels like it’s been hours. Days even.

Your father is curled up in the corner, shivering so hard you can practically hear his teeth chattering.

There’s no way out, and the reality of it all hits you like a brick. You sink down against the wall and press the heels of your hand to your eyes. You have no idea if Loki knows what’s happening. No one is going to look for you; no one is going to find you.

You shuffle over to where your father lays and rub his back, trying to bring him even an ounce of comfort. He can’t be in here for long; he needs to be seen by a doctor. 

Time passes slowly as you wait and wait. Eventually, your father falls asleep, but you refuse to. You refuse to let your guard down for even a second.

Suddenly, footsteps crunch on the dirt outside the container, and your head shoots up. You’re standing in an instant, protecting your father from whoever is on the other side.

The lock clangs as someone tries to unlock it, but a moment later, you hear a loud snap, and the door swings open. A man dressed all in black stands on the other side, a pair of bolt cutters in hand. 

“Come with me,” the man says, gesturing with his open hand. You shake your head, stepping closer to your father. “We don’t have time for this,” he grumbles, stalking into the container.

“Don’t touch him!” you shout, pushing the man away. He doesn’t flinch; he easily slips past you and gently picks up your father.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” the man says, turning toward you. “We need to go before someone comes to check on you.” He walks out without another word, and you stare, stunned for a moment, before jogging to catch up with him.

The man places your father in the backseat of a car and buckles him in before opening the passenger’s side door for you. Hesitantly, you climb in and try to calm your breath.

“Who are you?” you ask as the man starts the car. 

“Charlie Peters,” he replies, pulling out of the lot and onto the road. You still don’t recognize the area; Zemo’s men took you and your father so far away from town. Your jaw drops as you connect the dots. This is Mrs. Peters’ son.

“I met your mom,” you say, settling into the leather seat. “She’s a wonderful woman.” Charlie’s eyes crinkle in the corners at your words; that’s probably as much of a smile as you’re going to get from the man.

“Yeah, she is.” You stare out the window and watch the road speed by.

“How’d you find us?” Charlie turns onto the main road toward town, and you finally start to recognize your surroundings.

“Well, I work for the Laufeysons, but I’ve been watching Zemo for a while. None of his men are good at keeping shit to themselves, so I heard about your capture and knew I had to come get you.” 

“And where are you taking us now?” You know he’s not headed in the direction of your house, but he’s also not headed back toward Loki’s.

“The Family doctor,” he says simply. The rest of the ride is spent in silence, and 10 minutes later, he pulls up outside of a single-story home. On shaky legs, you help your father into the home. Charlie talks to the doctor, who quickly begins taking your papa’s vitals. It’s nice to know that he’s being taken care of, but you’re still on edge. Your mind constantly drifts to Loki and what could possibly be happening to him. Zemo and Griffin are out for blood. You know Loki is strong but is he strong enough to take on this attack?

Charlie nudges your arm with his elbow, offering a steaming cup of tea to you. You mutter a quiet thank you and sip it, letting the warmth fill your chest. 

“Thank you for bringing us here,” you whisper, watching the doctor administer some sort of treatment to your father. Charlie just shrugs.

“There is no need to thank me, I know how important you are to Loki and everyone at the house.” Your heart stutters at the thought of everyone else at the house. Levi, Cade, and Mrs. Peters have become your family in the short time you’ve been in Loki’s care. You can’t imagine what you’d do if they were hurt.

“Do you know if they’re okay?” You ask, chewing your lower lip. This time, Charlie’s brow furrows, and you can tell he’s hesitating to tell you

“Please, Charlie, I need to know.” Guilt creeps through your bones, settling in your gut. 

Charlie shifts uneasily on his feet and pulls out his phone, scrolling through until he finds what he wants. “They haven’t been able to get into the house yet, but it’ll happen soon. Loki hasn’t mobilized anyone yet, I don’t think he will.” 

“What?” You can’t believe this. Loki is just going to sit there and let it happen.

“That’s all I know, but Loki can handle himself. You don’t need to worry about him.” You shake your head; there’s no way you won’t worry about Loki and the people in that house. Charlie steps away from you to talk to the doctor, and you don’t give yourself time to think. You blow your papa a kiss and quietly walk toward the door. Charlie must not have expected you to try to leave because as you approach the entryway table, you see his car keys. You grab them and dart out the door before he can notice you’ve disappeared.

The second you start the car, Charlie bolts out of the house, yelling at you to get out. You just grit your teeth and ignore him, pulling out of the driveway and out onto the road.

The car’s GPS doesn’t have any locations saved, but you’re able to figure out how to get back to Loki’s mansion without too much trouble. As you pull up to the house, you see the fleet of black SUVs that had surrounded you earlier, the ones that had stolen you and papa from the hospital. 

Men dressed all in black fire at each other out on the lawn and within the house, sending bodies falling left and right. You stumble out of the car and onto the pavement. Rain beats down on you, soaking you to the bone, but you don’t care. From where you stand, you can see Loki watching it all happen from the balcony of the West Wing, almost as if he hasn’t moved from where you left him.

It’s hard to believe that not even a day has passed since he gave you the necklace you now clutch between your shaking fingers. 

You watch as Loki turns and walks into his office as if in a trance. Once he’s out of sight, you scramble toward the house, ducking behind trees and cars for protection. As you get closer to the house, you see Cade tending to a wounded man a few feet away. You slip on the wet pavement, and his eyes shoot to you.

“What– what are you doing here?” He asks, patting the man on the shoulder before jogging over to you. Cade helps you up and holds your shoulders tightly, scanning your face with a kind of care you hadn’t expected him capable of.

In all honesty, you’re not really sure why you’re here. It’s not like you can stop the attack. Deep down, you know that you just want to be with him. You want to be here with Loki no matter what. He’s been alone for so long; you don’t want him to be alone in this too.

“Where is he?” You ask instead of explaining. Cade shakes his head but grips your hand in his, tugging you behind him toward the house. He covers you when you’re spotted, but he doesn’t let you get hurt. As he guides you through the battlefield, your eyes catch on the balcony of the west wing again. Though this time, you see Loki and a figure behind him. You don’t even think as you pull yourself from Cade’s grip and run toward the balcony.

“Loki!” You scream, the sound tearing from your chest. “No!”

Griffin throws himself at Loki, nearly toppling them both over the edge of the balcony. Though you know both men are armed, you know Griffin well enough that he’s a cocky bastard and will try to win with only his strength. 

Loki doesn’t even fight; he just lets Griffin take him down and beat him with his fists. You can’t tear your eyes away, even as Cade rushes to your side. He grabs your arm, but you’re stuck where you stand. You scream up at Loki and Griffin, but either they don’t hear, or they don’t care. 

“Come on,” Cade grunts, trying to pull you away. You push at his arm, tears streaming down your face.

“Why isn’t he fighting back?” You yell partially at Cade but mostly at Loki. Cade doesn’t respond. He just pushes you behind an overturned car as another round of gunfire blares through the air. 

Griffin, seemingly fed up with Loki’s lack of fight, pulls out his gun. You watch, bile rising in your throat as he fires down at Loki. His body shudders at the impact, and you scream again. You fight against Cade’s hold, but he won’t let you go. 

Loki

Blood pours from my wound, and I cradle my arm, rolling up onto my knees. He fires a few shots into the air, clearly trying to scare me and anyone else on my side into submission. But I’ve already succumbed. There is nothing left for me with her gone. Today there will be a changing of the ranks; I will be cast out from my family and everything I’ve known.  

Griffin yells at me as I grip my shoulder. “Get up! Get up! What’s the matter, Loki? Too kind and gentle to fight back?” He’s angry that I won’t give chase, that I won’t turn into the monster he knows me to be. I look down at the ground below, rain dripping from my hair into my eyes. Thunder claps loudly, but it doesn’t mask the sound of Griffin reloading his gun. 

“Griffin!” someone screams, the sound ripping from their throat. “Stop!” Griffin turns to look, anger rolling off of him in waves.

The thunder doesn’t mask the sound of my flower’s voice shouting at him to stop. I see her out on the lawn, fighting against Cade’s hold.

A smile tugs at my lips at the sight of her, disheveled and furious in the rain. “My beautiful flower.” I manage to stand as Griffin stalks to the other side of the balcony.

“Griffin, don’t!” She screams again, breaking out of Cade’s arms and running toward the house as quickly as she can.

Griffin uses my distraction to his advantage, swinging his gun at my jaw, but seeing her has lit a fire in my heart. I catch his wrist, forcing him back as I stand at my full height. I knock the weapon from his hand and hear it clatter to the ground below us. 

Without his weapon, Griffin is weak. I swing at him, my fist connecting with his face. I am stronger than him, but my wounded shoulder prevents me from using all my strength. I push him back enough to slip away, hiding in the shadows as I cover my wound.

I hear Griffin’s footsteps approaching, the section of roof we are on is large, but he will find me in a moment. “Come on out and fight!” He stops walking and begins laughing to himself. “Were you in love with her, Loki? Did you honestly think she’d want you when she had someone like me?”

A growl rips from my chest as I lunge at Griffin, tackling him.

Griffin backs away from me, holding his arms out. “It’s over, Loki! She’s mine!”

I shake my head. Fuck him. The thought of her hands on another man, the thought of someone else tainting her skin with their touch sends fury ripping through me. Now that I have had her, that she has slipped her way into my heart she is mine. I am hers, she owns me heart and soul. No one has ever made me feel this way, I don’t want anyone but her. 

I tackle him once more and grip him by the throat, whipping a large knife out of my belt. I shove it through his shoulder, pinning him to the roof. He howls in pain as I remove my pistol from its holster and place it against his forehead.

Griffin goes pale, shaking beneath me, unwilling to take the punishment for his actions. Like a pussy, he starts begging me for his life. “Don’t kill me! Please, don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything! Anything!”

I click the safety off and put a bullet in the chamber. My finger rests on the trigger, ready to press, but I don’t. I stare at the man below me and shock myself as I stand, stepping away from him.

From the balcony above me, I hear a voice call to me. “Loki!” I turn and see her. My beauty, tears and rain streaking her face.

I call back to her, choking on her name. I climb up the roof to her, pulling myself up on the side of the balcony. She stands in front of me, gripping my shoulders. I don’t even feel the pain in my wound. She has erased it all.

“You came back,” I whisper, unable to believe she is here.

She stares back at me, shaking her head and smiling softly as if she, too, cannot believe it. I feel her tug on me, trying to pull me over the ledge, and I move to help her when something tears its way into my back.

I cry out in pain as Griffin lodges the blade I’d stabbed him with into my back. My flower grips me as I sway with the movement of Griffin pulling it out. He tries to stab me again, but this time, his grip slips. He doesn’t have someone on the other side to hold him steady.

Griffin falls for what feels like an eternity, and I do not look down to see where he lands.

My flower doubles her efforts to pull me to safety, and I do my best to climb up, but I feel the strength pouring from my wounds.

Black invades my vision as she lays me on the balcony. Her face is all I see as I fight to keep my eyes open. Her beautiful bright eyes, her kind smile. The pain overcomes me, and I finally give in, letting my eyes fall shut.

Flower

As Loki’s eyes close, you feel the world cave in. 

“Loki,” you whisper, tears streaming down your face, melding with the raindrops that soak your skin.

Loki’s eyes flicker open, and he sucks in a shuddering breath. “You came back.” This time it isn’t a question; he doesn’t doubt what he sees before him. His hand reaches to your cheek, fingers fitting around your jaw and back into your hair, holding you how he always would.

“Of course I came back. I couldn’t let them-- This is all my fault. If only I’d gotten here sooner--” You lean your face into his hand, placing your fingers over his, trying to get closer to his embrace.

“Your beauty has started wars, my pet, and you think I would not fight for you?” You shake your head, this never should have happened. “Maybe it’s better this way,” Loki grunts, a slight smirk upon his lips. His thumb brushes the tears from your cheek.

“Don’t talk like that. You’ll be all right. We’re together now,” you sniffle, trying to hold your voice steady. “Everything’s going to be fine. You’ll see,” you can’t hide the way your words crack, but you want to be strong. For him. For Loki. 

“At least I got to see you one last time.” 

As his hand falls from your face, your world shatters. Your heart stops beating, the Earth stops turning. 

“No... please, no...”

The rain beats down on you as you collapse on top of Loki’s quiet form. You sob into his chest, holding onto the lapel of his jacket.

You are oblivious to the watchful eyes of Cade, Levi, and Mrs. Peters on you, the sad glances they exchange, knowing their fate is sealed.

“No, no,” you sob, lifting your head to look at Loki’s face. You touch your forehead to his, wishing he would just open his eyes and smile at you as if it were all some stupid joke. “Please don’t leave me. I love you.” Tilting your head, you press a final kiss to his lips, still soft and warm.

Thunder cracks loudly above you, and footsteps scuff against the wet cement. Warm hands press against your back, and a loud sob escapes from your lips. Mrs. Peters crouches beside you, moving your soaking hair from your face. Even though you’re draped over Loki’s body, she still embraces you.

“I’m not going to make you come inside,” she whispers, gently running her fingers along your spine. “I’m not going to make you do anything, dear.” You nod, sobbing into Loki’s chest. New footsteps, and then Levi is crouching down on the other side of Loki. He places a hand on Loki’s forehead, a mournful look stitched into his features. 

“Zemo’s men are either all dead or contained. There’s a doctor here, though; she should come out here,” he says gently. You nod, and Levi waves out the doctor. She looks young, but if she’s employed by the Laufeysons, she must be trustworthy. You hold onto Loki’s hand as she examines Loki. You don’t know how he can be saved at this point. His wounds are too severe.

Cade steps out as well and crouches beside you and Levi. “They’re here.” His voice is low and gruff, it’s filled with grief. He turns to you and gives you a sad look. “Loki’s uncle,” he explains. “He’s here to take over since the contract wasn’t fulfilled.” Contract?

He’s running out of time.

You shake your head, not ready to admit all that this means for Loki’s people.

“You love him?” The doctor asks you, pulling your attention. 

You stare at her, head foggy from tonight’s events. “Yes,” you whisper. The doctor nods, then calls over a man. They speak in hurried whispers before two more men come to the doctor’s side. 

“We need to bring him inside if we’re going to help him,” she tells you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. You nod, and the second you do, the men lift Loki and carry him back into the west wing.

You wake slowly, eyes struggling to open fully. Your body feels heavy, but your head is clear. It takes a moment for your eyes to focus, but when they do you see Mrs. Peters in the chair beside the bed. You’re drowning in pillows and blankets; part of you wants to settle back in and go back to sleep.

The other part of you doesn’t let you forget what happened to Loki.

You shoot upright, head spinning at the movement. “Loki,” you whisper, throat dry.

“It’s okay, dear,” Mrs. Peters says, quickly moving to your side. “Shh, shh.” She places her hand on your head and eases you back into bed.

“What– what’s going on?” You ask as she brings a glass of water to you.

“You’ve been asleep for quite some time, dear. You were sick, so surely that was part of it, but I think the rest was fear.” You sip the water and nod, images of Loki’s lifeless wounded body on the wet balcony flashing through your mind.

Mrs. Peters opens her mouth to speak again, but you shake your head. You don’t want to hear more about that night or what happened to Loki. 

Even though your head protests, you shuffle out of the pile of blankets. You slide out of bed on unsteady legs and take a deep breath. Mrs. Peters follows close behind, and you walk out of the room and into the hallway. Even though each step feels impossible, you finally make it to the kitchen.

Mrs. Peters jumps into action, making you a quick breakfast while you stare out the kitchen window to the yard outside. It’s hard to believe that a few days ago, it was a battlefield littered with bodies. When she places the food in front of you, you eat despite not feeling hungry.

Time passes strangely, your thoughts muddled. What happens next? Where do you go from here?

You move through the days in a trance, each day bleeding into the next. It takes almost three days for the fog in your mind to clear. Something has been happening in the house, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Levi and Cade have been checking in on you, but you don’t want to talk to anyone. You just sit with your thoughts and wait for something to change. Wait for something to get better.

Tonight, the sky is clear, and the stars shine brightly through the darkness. You find yourself on the balcony in the west wing.

You stare out at the sky, looking for answers. Even just standing out here makes your throat tight with emotion. Images of Loki bleeding to death in front of you flash before your eyes. You can practically feel him, his presence with you now.

You tell yourself there’s no use standing out here, so you turn around to leave when your breath catches.

Loki leans against the entry to the balcony, a hand braced against the wall, the other pushing hair out of his face. Tears bloom in your eyes, and you make no effort to hold them back. You want to run to him, but your feet don’t move.

He doesn’t seem to mind, though, cocking his head and grinning mischievously. Loki slowly walks toward you, masking his injuries well but not well enough to deceive you into thinking he is fully healed.

You spring forward when he is only a few steps away, practically launching yourself at him. Loki catches you in his embrace, enveloping you with his long arms. 

“It’s you,” you whisper into his chest, hearing his heart beating wildly beneath his ribs.

“It’s me,” he whispers, one of his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. Your tears are wetting his shirt, but you don’t care.

“You’re alive.”

“Yes, my flower, I’m alive.” You tilt your chin up and find Loki already looking down at you, bright eyes shining with adoration. He leans his forehead against yours, eyes gleaming, and kisses you.

He lifts you off your feet, not breaking contact, and takes your breath away. His kiss is all-encompassing. It scares away any doubt you ever had of Loki’s strength. It’s a balm soothing your wounds.

It’s all him.

The fairytales might’ve gotten something right. The feeling of being in Loki’s arms again, of his hands holding you, of his lips pressing against yours, is magic. Right now, you’re invincible as long as you’re with Loki. 

Even though the day you met him, you thought Loki was a monster, there’s something there… it’s always been there; you just weren’t ready to see it.

“My beauty,” he whispers, breaking from the kiss. He still holds you, still doesn’t let you out of his embrace. “I thought I’d lost you.”

You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “You could never lose me,” you reply. Loki smiles that mischievous grin that makes your heart thud and laughs.

“I love you,” he says, voice barely audible over the pounding in your chest. “I love you.”

“Loki,” you can barely speak, barely breathe, at his confession. His bright eyes stare deeply into yours, seeing right through you, and you melt. “I love you.”

All is right in the world as Loki kisses you breathless. He carries you back into the home, through his office, and to a room you’ve never been into before. A large bed catches your attention, and Loki wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, sending laughter bursting through you.

He tosses you onto the bed and climbs on top of you, crowding you with his larger body. Your heart sings with the feeling of truly being at home. At peace.

Papa always told you that home is where the heart is. Truer words have never been spoken.

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So...more thoughts about the Chosen One AU, this takes place several days after the Life Debt is created.

Jedi Master Mace Windu stares at the young woman blankly. Her hands are bound in front of her and she has a a distinctive pout on her face. More curiously, Captain Keeli keeps inching towards her, reaching towards the binder as if to free her, and has had his hands smacked away several times already. "Master Ima-Gun," He finally says, "What, exactly, is going on here?" Mace asks, when in truth he means, 'what the actual kriff, man?' Ima-Gun Di has a pleasant smile on his face, as he introduces the young woman sitting on the floor, "She saved our lives on Ryloth." "And you arrested her for it?" Depa asks, horrified. "We haven't arrested her," The Jedi said lightly, "She claimed that I created a life debt between my battalion and her, and myself and her. So I brought her here to verify the truth of those claims." "You can't do this to me!" The young woman shouts loudly, "I am a Republic Citizen and you are not allowed to hold me against my will." "Exactly! This is kidnapping!" Obi-Wan says as he stands to head over to the young woman. "Life debt, you say." Master Yoda hums, "Saved you, she did?" "Yes Master." Master Yoda hums again, and then turns his gaze to Captain Keeli, "Anxious, you feel, Captain." "This feels really kriffing weird, General." Keeli admits, "Every fiber of my being is telling me that I need to uncuff her and that I need to protect her from you. But she also tried to bite me. Three times." "Not comfortable around Jedi," Plo Koon murmurs, "Curious for a Republic Citizen." She glares at him, "Yeah, well, I was an exiled ten year old who turned to a Jedi for help, and all I got was a head pat and a go home to your parents." "Oh? Exiled?" She scoffs, "Turns out it's dangerous keeping a Chosen One around. Even a baby Chosen One." "My dear," Obi-Wan's smile is strained, "Prophecies are tricky-" "There's a Major Death God living on the lower levels of Coruscant feeding off of the death and despair of the people who live there. And his personal Champion sits in the highest seat on the senate." She interrupts, and then the manacles pop open, and she hops to her feet, "Also, his champion is apparently a sith." The entire room falls silent, and she beams at them, "Great! Good talk!" She points at Keeli, "I release you from your life debt?" She pauses, "Did that...anything? No. Yeah, I didn't think so." She takes a step back, "So...I'mma go. Before said Death God realizes that I'm here and tries to kill me..." She almost makes it to the door, when Master Yoda twines the Force around her and pulls her back to the center of the room, "Further conversation, this requires."

[waywardxrhea]

Chapter 11 - Face Your Demons

What happens when you lie to the Devil? How long can one woman keep a lifetime of secrets from the Devil of Hell's Kitchen? The answer may surprise you...

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pairing: Matt Murdock x enhanced!fem!OC

series content: coffee shop AU, fluff, humor, friends to lovers, pining, language, canon typical violence, angst, drinking, implied smut, medical emergencies, mental health disorders (PTSD, panic disorder).

"hear these words: i'm gonna make sure that you remember the night when you stole from her. the beautiful life, the only one. how dare you, be the fire that burned the branches off the tree, be the storm that disrupts the sea. you are the reason. now face your demons" - face your demons, i prevail

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The past she was running from finally catches up to Crystal.

When Crystal came to, she blinked hard a few times to try and regain her senses, taking in the room around her as she pulled on the restraints holding her to the chair she was in. As she struggled desperately against the ropes, she heard a pair of hands slowly clapping as their owner emerged into the clothing-packed room, flanked on either side by his right and left hand men. “You really put on a show now, didn’t you, Julianne? Or should I say Crystal?” Dean Porter asked as he approached his daughter who began trying to use her powers to escape to no avail. The room she was in was filled with fabric and linens, the racks made of wood just like the chair she was in. In an environment like this, Crystal was powerless and they knew it…

“You don’t get to call me that!” she spat, fury in her eyes as she looked up at her father, her twin brother, and the man who she used to oversee as head of her father’s security detail back in London. 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do!” Dean shouted, rearing back and using his full strength to slap Crystal across the face. He grabbed her face harshly and brought his own close to hers before snarling, “You pull a stunt like you did with the O’Hares and you think you get off scot free? You think you get to come over to the States and start a new life after you got the love of mine killed?!” 

“Go to hell,” she whispered through gritted teeth. The statement only earned her being shoved to the floor, the chair toppling over with her, causing her to land in an awkward pile on the ground. 

“Up! Get her up!” Dean shouted as he paced the floor like a lion stalking his prey. When she was sat back upright by the two other men, Dean walked up behind her and roughly grabbed her shoulders, squeezing tightly as he said, “You lost me millions! You lost me business! And most importantly you lost me my wife, and you’re going to pay for that.”

“Mum wasn’t-” she tried, but stopped and shouted in agonizing pain as he rammed his thumb into a pressure point near her neck. 

“Wasn’t your fault? Is that what you were going to say?” Dean shouted, pulling out a knife from the holder on his hip and bringing it to her throat. He lowered the blade and slowly began running it over her collarbone, causing white-hot pain to course through her body as he growled, “If you hadn’t been on a date with that good-for-nothing bartender your mother wouldn’t be dead! I texted you about that last minute meeting I had with the Webb clan, but your whore ass was too preoccupied to come and protect your mother while I was away!” 

“Don’t you dare-!” She was cut off abruptly this time though by a sharp slap across the face with the butt of a pistol. 

Dean circled the chair a few times before pondering aloud, “Now, do you think we should make this quick like your mother?” He pushed the barrel of the gun into the side of her head as he asked this. He barked out a humorless laugh as he took the gun away and asked, “Or should we make it slow and painful? Just like we took care of your precious Kit? James, why don’t you show her how we took care of her lover boy?”

“Gladly,” he said with a gruesome smirk on his lips, cracking his knuckles as he approached his sister who now had tears streaming down her face. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “I hope you know how much I’m going to enjoy this, freak,” before taking his first swing at his sister, knocking her to the floor once again. 

He let out a twisted laugh as he wailed on her, using his fists and feet as he shouted, “You really wanna know what happened to dear old Kit?” A kick to the ribs. “It was me!” A kick to the stomach that knocked the wind out of her. “Dad told me to deal with the problem and I got to get rid of that pest!” He motioned for Ridge to sit her up. “But now? Now you’re gonna see that what I did to Kit was child’s play!” A slap across the face. “Now I get to get years of rage out on the little bitch that made my childhood hell!” With the last sentence he loosed a punch to her cheek that caused Crystal to see stars and made her taste metal in her mouth. 

She spat out the blood and without thinking countered, “I made your life hell? What about you always sabotaging me? You always found a way to screw up my combat lessons! You always somehow managed to get into my homework and change all the answers! You were the one who wanted to expose my powers to the public when you knew what would come out of it! You hated me!”

Another slap crossed her face before he snapped, “Oh boo hoo little miss I have superpowers! You were always the favorite! Always the first to get private combat lessons! Little Miss Julie, always the center of attention!” He took her by the shoulders and violently shook as he shouted, “You took my life from me! You took the job I always wanted growing up and you fucked it up! You turned your back on your family! And now Mum’s dead because of it!”

Tears streamed down James’s face as he slapped her once more and Dean chuckled as he said, “That’s it! Let it all out, son!”

James rounded on his sister once again, laughing maniacally as he said, “They all thought I was crazy at first! When we got the photos from the O’Hares evidencing your death, I knew it couldn’t have been true. Call it an epiphany or twin telepathy or whatever you want, I knew you weren’t dead!” He punched her once more before spitting on the ground near her feet, telling her, "It was only a matter of time before you screwed up and showed your face!"

Once he punched her, Crystal slumped over in the chair and gasped for air, but felt unable to due to the sharp pain every time she inhaled coupled with the fact that panic filled her body as the situation seemed to become more and more bleak. At this point even trying to use her powers was futile as they seemed to turn tail and hide dormant in her battered body rather than come to her aid in her time of need… 

“Can I get a turn, boss?” finally came the voice of Ridge who was now standing in front of Crystal spinning his knife deftly in his hand. “This little slag needs to know that she can’t boss me around anymore. Needs to know that it’s my turn to put her in her place.” 

“Be our guest,” Dean replied, offering out his arm as if he was letting him into one of the most gruesome meetings in history. 

“Ridge, don’t do this I-” Crystal said weakly, but didn’t get to finish as she instead let out a scream of agony as his blade sunk deep into her thigh. 

“You aren’t in charge of me anymore! All those years of listening to some puny bitch who was only put in charge because she had magical powers are over! Someone who isn’t afraid to get his hands messy is in charge now and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!” he shouted as he pulled the blade out and turned it to her arms, carving into them causing more and more blood to leak from her body. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him as he brought the knife to above her eye as he asked, “Now, how about I make the playing field even for you and that pretty boyfriend of yours huh?”

As the blade sliced into her skin starting above her eyebrow, Crystal screwed her eyes shut to try and avoid as much damage as possible, a dangerous growl leaving her chest as she spat, “Don’t you dare bring Matt into this!”

“Don’t you listen? You aren’t in charge here! You don’t make the rules anymore!” he shouted, the knife leaving her face in a rage as he wrapped his large hand around her throat and began squeezing. 

By now Crystal was sobbing pathetically due to the excruciating pain she was in as she choked out, “Please… No more! It’s my fault! All my fault! Mum’s dead because of me! Now please-!” 

“You’re pathetic!” Ridge shouted before throwing her to the ground, a sick smile on his lips after he felt something pop under the pressure of his grasp. As she hit the ground, Crystal felt her heart kick into arrhythmia, the effects of poor perfusion hitting her faster than usual due to the low blood volume resulting from her injuries.

As she laid on the ground trying to maintain consciousness, she heard Dean shouting, “You still don’t get it do you, you daft bitch? There’s no getting out of this! The only way this ends is with your lifeless corpse on this floor as payment for what you did! Crystal Shaw, Julianne Porter, it’s all the same when you’re reported dead on the news!” Right as he said this though, the lights in the room blacked out and he muttered, “Bollocks! He’s here. Ridge man the door! Not even the Devil is going to stop me from murdering my daughter tonight!”

Matt stood pressed against the wall of a building, listening into a conversation on the street below between two men talking about the woman he couldn’t get out of his mind, this mysterious Julie woman who this whole drug gang seemed to be revolving around. As he listened to the two men talking in whispers about planning to go rogue and nab the woman in order to surprise their boss, Matt felt the burner phone in his pants pocket start buzzing. He ignored it though and continued listening to the conversation down below, finally feeling as though he would be able to get a lead on where to find this woman and save her from these men.

His concentration was broken though as the phone started buzzing again. Tearing his ears away from the conversation below, Matt leaped a few buildings over to get out of earshot of the men before pulling the phone out of his pocket as it began buzzing again. “Foggy, this better be a goddamn emergency because I was just about to get a lead on the woman we’re trying to save!” Matt said sharply into the phone.

“I don’t care about her anymore, it’s Crystal I’m worried about!” Foggy shouted into the phone, stress evident in his voice. 

“Crystal? What happened to Crystal?” Matt asked, his tone softening. 

“I don’t know man! All I know is that she called me saying that she thought someone might be after her and she didn’t want to bother you in case it was nothing. I guess because she knows how important busting this drug operation is, but she’s freaking me out and I didn’t know what to do besides call you!” Foggy rambled. Matt could hear him pacing back and forth as he added, “I think she’s in trouble, Matt! I tried calling her back a million times and she still isn’t picking up and-”

“Fisk,” Matt whispered, his free hand curling into a fist at his side. 

“What?” Foggy asked, confusion evident in his tone. 

“Fisk. Is he still in prison? If he’s out and found out about my relationship with her and figured out she’s Rockie, then this could be him!”

“Slow down, buddy, Fisk’s still in supermax, this isn’t him!” 

“Fine, let’s say it isn’t him,” Matt said, giving up the prospect for the time being. “Where was she when she called you? And how long ago was it?”

“In her apartment about twenty minutes ago,” Foggy replied. 

“Why did you wait so long to call me?” Matt snapped, his breath coming in sharp as anger began filling his body. 

“You’re lucky I didn’t wait the half hour she told me to!” Foggy countered. “She told me that if she didn’t call back within half an hour to send Daredevil to her place. Not Matt, Daredevil! I think she knew more than she was letting on man…”

“Shit…” Matt whispered, his heart beginning to pound in his ears as his body began moving without much thought as to where he was going. As he jumped from building to building, Matt told Foggy, “You keep trying her cell, I’m going to find her.”

“Keep me updated,” Foggy replied before the line went dead and Matt shoved the device back into his pocket. 

Before fully realizing what he was doing, Matt found himself back in his apartment shoving aside the suit jackets in his closet and feeling around for the false back he had installed in the closet after dealing with Fisk. Once he located it, he quickly opened it and grabbed the last suit Melvin Potter made before being taken into custody. If Crystal was asking for Daredevil he knew that whoever he was going up against meant business and he’d be damned if he let what Poindexter did in this suit stop him from using it to save her.

After getting suited up in record time, Matt bolted up the stairs in his apartment and flew out the rooftop access door, coming to a stop at the edge of the building so he could concentrate. He took a deep breath and began listening for any sign of Crystal through the chaos of the city - the distinct sound of her heartbeat, her soft accent, or even her quiet singing he knew she did when she was stressed - anything that could give him a sense of where she had gone or been taken. 

Matt didn’t hear anything though and opted to start making his way to her apartment building to see if maybe she left him any clues there. As he made his way there he started to pass above Stardust when he finally heard her. Matt stopped in order to determine where he heard her weak voice coming from, but what he heard instead was a sound that made his blood run cold, the sound of Crystal screaming. Honing in on the location of where the scream came from, Matt was off again, his boots skidding to a stop atop the building he first heard the drug gang members talking about the mysterious Julie woman. 

Matt’s eyebrows knit together under his helmet as he realized what location he was at, but tried to ignore the confusion as he started listening to how many people were in the building standing between him and Crystal. As he listened, Matt heard three voices in the main room of the shop, one from that first night he scouted the place, and the same two from earlier before Foggy called. 

“So?” the man from the first night asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Did he take the bait?”

“Did they get her?” one of the gruff men from tonight asked, ignoring the question. 

“Yeah they got her, are you bloody deaf?” the first man snapped.

The second man from tonight chuckled before saying, “Elton, relax my boy, all is going according to plan! We distracted the Devil long enough for James to get his hands on the bitch, so our job’s done for the night! We should go grab a pint while they finish up out back.”

Distracted the Devil? What did they mean by that? That was Crystal they had in there, not someone named Julie… Matt furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion as the dots started to connect in his mind, but everything snapped into place as he heard a different voice shout, “The only way this ends is with your lifeless corpse on this floor as payment for what you did! Crystal Shaw, Julianne Porter, it’s all the same when you’re reported dead on the news!” 

In the seconds that followed everything seemed to go in slow motion as Matt tried to process what he just heard. Crystal - his Crystal - was the mystery woman he had been trying to locate and save from this drug gang? It all started to make sense though as he remembered how scared Crystal was the night she used her powers in that bodega, how paranoid she had gotten since that night, and how high her cortisol levels had been lately… It was because she was the woman who faked her death in order to escape this drug gang!

Acting on instinct alone, Matt made his way to the power supply for the building and shut it down, hoping that the distraction would help save Crystal’s life as he heard her heart fluttering irregularly in her chest from the innermost room of the building, away from any sort of concrete or metal she could use to her advantage. As Matt breached the building, and took out the two men he had been following in quick succession, he heard the man close to Crystal shout, “Not even the Devil is going to stop me from murdering my daughter tonight!” Upon hearing those words, Matt froze for a moment. Daughter? The man in charge who wanted Crystal dead was her father? 

Trying to push his inner turmoil aside and get to Crystal’s aid before it was too late, Matt turned toward the third man in the room who swung at him, but he easily stopped the punch. As Matt held the man’s fist in his own, he told him, “Don’t do this. I can tell you care about her. I do too. So let me save her.”

“H-he’ll kill me if I let you go…” the man whispered shakily, a tear escaping his eye as he did. 

“I can protect you.”

“You couldn’t protect her,” he said before swinging with his other fist, taking a shot at Matt’s armored abdomen. The statement threw Matt into a rage as he threw a punch right to the man’s jaw, feeling the bone fracture on his knuckles, but he didn’t care as angry heat filled his chest - at the man or himself Matt wasn’t sure…

Working quickly though the small building’s few rooms, Matt located the room where he could hear Crystal’s labored and wheezing breathing. He kicked down the door and was met with fists flying from both sides as he was ambushed upon entry into the room. Not necessarily caring about how much he injured his attackers, Matt fought back, not pulling his punches as he worked to incapacitate the two men before him. 

When the men were down, Matt turned his attention to the final one standing above Crystal’s almost lifeless form on the floor. “So we finally meet, Mr. Devil… I’m sure my lovely daughter has told you all about us, why, she indulged our biggest secret to a complete stranger in a glorified Halloween costume. I’m sure she told you all about her past life… Or as usual she was a lying bitch who only thought about herself!”

“Step away from her,” Matt said, his voice low and nearly unrecognizable as Matt Murdock’s. This was the voice of the Devil. 

“Or else what?” the man asked as he cocked his pistol and aimed it at Crystal’s head. 

“You don’t want to know what punishment the Devil is capable of…” Matt warned, beginning his advance toward the man in a hurry. 

Right as he pulled the trigger and the bullet intending to kill his daughter flew, Matt grabbed his arm and aimed it toward the man’s own foot, blowing a hole clean through and resulting in a howling scream from his lips. “You’re going to pay for that!” he shouted as he took aim at Matt with the gun. 

Matt once again intercepted his shooting arm and aimed it this time at the other foot, growling in his ear, “You don’t learn do you? You hurt my partner and you’re going to pay for it. If that means breaking every one of your limbs one by one then so be it. I’m not afraid of punishing people who hurt those I care about.”

“You’re deranged!” he choked out as he army-crawled over to the other two men, slapping them to rouse them as he tried to make a swift escape. 

As the three men got away, Matt turned his attention to Crystal’s form on the floor, not giving a damn about the men at the moment, that would be a problem he could deal with later. For now he needed to get emergency care for Crystal before she faded away just like so many others in his life had before her…

Matt located a landline on the wall and called paramedics before turning his attention back to Crystal. “Sweetheart, can you hear me?” Matt whispered as he gently caressed her face, afraid of touching her more than that due to the multitude of fractures he could hear scraping around in her battered body. Matt could sense her eyelids flutter open momentarily upon hearing the question before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she went limp once more. “No, no, no, no, come on stay with me, stay with me, damnit!” Matt cried, his voice breaking toward the end. 

Before Matt got totally lost in his emotions, he heard the sound of ambulance sirens blaring outside and pulled himself together and away from her body just in time for the EMTs to come running into the room with their equipment. One of them turned their head to Matt as he asked wearily, “D-Daredevil… What happened?”

“That’s what I intend to find out…” he responded before stalking out of the room and building, heading to the rooftop in order to find out where the pigs that did this went.

Matt sought refuge atop a nearby building before he pulled out the burner phone from one of the suit’s hidden pockets and hit the redial button to get a hold of Foggy. His friend picked up on the first ring, asking quickly, “Did you find her?!”

“On the brink of death, yeah. Fractured ribs and hyoid, stabbed in the thigh, concussion, heading toward a collapsed lung, and knife lacerations all over her body,” Matt replied. “They’re taking her to New York Presbyterian. Claire’s working there now. Get in contact with her and make sure there’s security posted on the floor at all times, the men who did this might come back to finish the job… Make sure she’s a pub four when you get there, the only ones to know she’s admitted are me, you, Karen, Marci, and Raeyes, got it?”

“Woah, hold on, you gotta give me some details here, buddy! What happened?” Foggy asked.

“I can’t answer that right now,” Matt told him.

“Well where are you if you aren’t going to the hospital to be with her right now?” When Matt didn’t respond, Foggy sighed and said, “Fine, if you don’t want to tell me, whatever, but I can assume you’re going after whoever did this. Just…be smart.”

“Yeah,” Matt said before closing the burner and sliding it back into the pocket of his suit, turning his attention back to the noise of the city to track down the men that did this. 

next chapter

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@anthromimicry asked: much to misao's own dismay, her hunger was starting to get bad again; and that was something concerning because her diet was definitely not that of your typical person's. this was because, at the threat of losing the funding of one of their most prominent benefactors if they didn't start 'cleaning up their act,' that the warden of arkham asylum suddenly seemed very gung-ho about protecting the patients. as if he ever cared much about that — even before misao came along and started to eat the patients of hers whom she found very unlikable, to say the least.

and as a consequence of this, she saw it fit to break out the outfit she'd used for a time when she first moved to gotham to feed. it wasn't anything ostentatious unlike what a lot of the other villains there were wearing nowadays; it consisting of just a dark purple parka, black pants, and a surgical mask. but surprisingly enough, someone seemed to remember seeing her one night misao had went out quote unquote 'hunting.' a sigh slipped through her lips as they told her the story of the murder they'd witnessed of hers as a kid.

not killing children was one of the few rules that misao went by while she was out, after all, so of course it had come back to bite her in the ass one day. she had no qualms with killing adults however and would've done so if they hadn't shown up with a friend of theirs whom had actually managed to sneak up on her. misao would've been impressed if she wasn't so damn angry at being hit over the head hard, which caused her to fall to the ground, dazed and her head bleeding. she let out a groan of frustration as she tried to clear her vision at first but failed. misao was only able to partially do it just as the guy had cocked his gun at her, prepared to shoot, only for it to go flying out of nowhere.

there was someone else here. that was all she was could glean from this situation at the moment, as the sound of fighting broke out before her. misao used this as an opportunity to begin getting up from the ground. and when her vision finally cleared completely… she saw that the person who had helped her was none other than a woman in a vaguely cat-like get-up. if her head wasn't throbbing something awful, misao might've found some irony in the fact that catwoman, someone who was a 'good guy' in her eyes had saved her. but she merely gaped at her as she wiped away some of the blood from the cut on her forehead.

❝ you didn't have to step in and help me, but you did, ❞ misao began as she pulled down the surgical mask she wore and examined her more closely. with the neon lights of the bar next to them shining upon selina's face, she couldn't help but think she looked pretty like that. ❝ and i appreciate that. a lot, actually. ❞ misao shot her a truly grateful smile albeit a slightly strained one, ❝ i guess i owe you one now. i know offering you food will probably not even begin to make up for you saving me, but i was actually just heading to get some food. that is... if you'd maybe like to come along? ❞

the cat’s just doing her rounds on the average night. she’s taken out a couple drug dealers and left them tied up and real life not simulation waterboarded, motherfucker, she would drown you for real. just swaying gracelessly beneath the docks, precisely close enough by selina’s rope calculations. she’s been certain it would be just enough to cause a mind-numbing panic and a sense of inevitable fatality. just enough to get the tips of their hair wet in the famous gotham river weeping and pleading and thrashing.

that’s probably cruel, isn’t it? oh well. she flippantly places the night’s antics from her mind. the bat will do the cleanup— whichever bird or bat is the flavor of the evening, she can usually pin down her kiddo’s patrols but sometimes she’s not keeping meticulous count. one of them will happen along the screaming and the shouting and catwoman’s aquatic saw trap should draw them in. easy enough — loop an idiot’s foot and watch him go down.

there’s a deeply sadistic joy that rips through her when she hears the rope pull taut. she can’t stifle the bark of a laugh that bleeds into a quiet cackle that resonates as those ropes sway and jerk uncomfortably, heaving with muddy wet as it sprays off the river. the gallows she creates delights her quietly, a tableaux she watches briefly as it disturbs choppy waves. she’s gratified with the sight, the chaotic thrashing that will eventually die down to a silence tight as a wire.

the cat’s brimming with adrenaline when she starts moving, drops the bat a ping and cartwheels out of sight before a whip cracks out and attaches to wrap around a railing. she slingshots herself with exceptional force, flying into the blue of the night with an efficient speed like a cannonball. it makes no such sound when she tears through the dark. and then her goggles ping. click. the ai informs her wordlessly that a gunshot’s detected a few feet below her — and she’s swinging aside suddenly, flying through the air with such rapid force — man, this is gonna suck for this guy. her heel hits the gun and his wrist with a sickening crack masked by the metal clanking noisily to the floor. whip cracks forward, a sharp warning. a quick shower of sparks erupt from where it hits brick, a party trick meant only to scare away an idiot stupid enough to buy the pyrotechnics.

“mm, isn’t it just like a man to take advantage of a woman’s vulnerability. dark alley. really?

—walk away and you can keep your face.”

his hand is already cracked awkwardly aside, a grotesque imitation of anatomy. fingers bend back, hang uselessly and dangle, nails beginning to purple. her eyes narrow, and she casually flicks her head aside. shnkk. claws come out when the young man staggers to his feet. he hobbles toward her in an attempt, swinging an inert hand back to strike her with it like a hammer. knee up, smashes hard into a chest, and then claws sink into a shirt and the cat hurls the target of her violence aside to crash loudly into a pile of garbage cans. the commotion dies down, and she retracts claws as the figure retreats, shrinking until he disappears.

and so the cat turns to attend immediately. and suddenly she… laughs. she fucking laughs. the sound of a hard bark that she swallows without shame but with self-consciousness.

“no. i— would much rather go take a look at that nasty fucking gash on you.”

she raises a hand to touch fingertips ever so lightly to that particular spot, taking it back. she’s careful when she grazes, hardly touches at all. perhaps only touches in theory. it’s the suggestion of touch, and yet physical in and of itself — schrodinger’s caress, maybe.

“come on. i have a place nearby i know. —uh. and it has a kitchen. and neither of us are getting arrested.”

[nsk96]

Personal

So in this middle of breakfast this morning my parents got into an argument. As usual it’s because something happened such as an item getting sabotaged, and then my mom asking us about it and my dad getting defensive.

This time it was because one of the rubber stoppers for the toaster oven door went missing and there’s no way it could have gone missing unless it was pulled out. This rubber stopper helps protect the door but also muffles noise from closing the toaster oven which is great considering my mom is a light sleeper.

I already know that my dad makes noise to wake her up during the night. My mom has set her phone’s voice recorder to pick up on said noises and a couple of the recordings correspond with a couple of the nights I caught him awake [context: he sleeps on the couch because his apnea]

Anyways, as always, he’s the first to raise his voice and yell, and bring up past events as if that will somehow invalidate my mom’s points. Then when my mom would defend herself and recall those events accurately, my dad would deny and try to gaslight her saying “no, [this, that] happened” which is always a lie. Maybe lies he tells himself and other people to make himself seem like the victim.

He is always trying to make himself look like the victim. Thank god I witnessed the events he brought up in the argument, and so I knew my mom was telling the truth and that he was lying. It’s hilarious watching him lie about things, forgetting I was there for said things.

He lied about the poor condition of the pool to our faces. Back when he was responsible for cleaning the pool, it was always green and had bugs and mosquito larvae because he wasn’t using enough chlorine. It was green like the trees. He tried to lie and say it didn’t look like that and the only bugs in the pool were the ants that fell in “from the wind”. Bruh…I have pictures. Don’t try me.

Then after my mom walked away, my drama queen of a dad put his head in his hands (like he always does) and said it’s so hard to “live with that woman” and “it’s getting worse”. Then he said “I just want to live out the last 4 years of my life in peace.”

That last line took me by surprise. I didn’t know what to make of it but decided to ask. I asked “4 years?” And he replied “I’ll be dead in 4 years.”

I asked “how do you know?” and he said “I know”. I asked it again and all he could say is “I know”.

Either he’s trying to scare me (because he’s used many tactics previously to scare us like the gun threats or saying he wants to die, or threatening to drive us into oncoming traffic) or maybe this is the length of his plan. Honestly, he seems so unstable, I’m not sure what’s scare tactic and what’s a real threat. I don’t know what to expect from him now so that’s why I need to prepare. How ironic that just before I came here to type all this out, I caught a glimpse of a news article of yet another man who killed his wife and children and then himself. He was 80 years old if I recall correctly. My dad is merely 60, going on 61 this May. If an 80 y/o can do it, what’s to stop a 60 y/o? A 60 y/o who literally threatened to do this multiple times and then just a few years ago after a heated argument with my mom, was banging on the walls like a madman and frantically went looking for his handgun and was yelling and shouting at us asking where it was. He came asking me where it was and said I was told to put it away when we moved in and I said I wasn’t and didn’t know where it was. When he couldn’t find it, I thanked my forgetfulness later on. Because when we moved to this house, I was responsible for placing the handgun in their room where my mom told me to put it…but I forgot about where I put it and forgot that I even was put in charge of that task. The one time forgetfulness saved my life I guess. It was only until a week later that I remembered that I was put in charge of storing it away and then it finally hit me where I put it. Apparently my mom forgot where she told me to put it too😂 It was hidden well. Now my mom and I both know where it is and he doesn’t. However he still has a gun cabinet with other guns in there including a shotgun and another pistol and a historic rifle replica that is also functional. So we’re not out of the hot water yet.

Maybe in 4 years he plans on taking the money and leaving as my mom and I suspected all along. We have emergency money stashed away in my room and he’s been desperate to get to it.

He also has a joint bank account with me and was scared when he saw I started to use some of the money to pay off tuition costs (from what my FAFSA loan didn’t cover).

He could legally take the remainder of the money in our joint bank account and leave, leaving me with no money in there, and I wouldn’t doubt that was a part of his plan.

Two years ago he expressed wanting to move up to St.Augustine in a few years. But he said “I’m moving to St. Augustine” not “we’re moving to St. Augustine”. There was no discussion. My mom said “don’t you mean all of us?” and his answer was a shallow confirmation, like he was just trying to get her to back off.

His words are a reminder that I need to get my stuff together and get out as soon as I can. I hope I have enough time to finish pharmacy school before whatever he plans goes into effect. Whatever it is, I may have to leave right after I graduate, whether or not my mom is ready. I will warn her again but there’s only so much warning I can give her. If she doesn’t want to leave, then that’s her choice but I can’t let her force me to stay.

Oh and he poisoned us with the waffles yesterday. We didn’t even know he was gonna make any. He usually tells us the night before. I couldn’t believe it when my mom and I got sick from it, because it’s always one batch and he eats it too. However, he made the first few then conveniently remembered that “he forgot” to add yogurt to the batter.

So he added yogurt (and I don’t know what else because my mom and I wasn’t around to watch him. I only know about the yogurt because that’s what he told me) and so the last 3 waffles had the “yogurt”. Those 3 ended up on the top of the stack and that’s what my mom and I ate while he ate the waffles without the yogurt. I also ate one without the yogurt and realized there was no reason to add yogurt at all because it was soft and chewy like always.

At first I dismissed it because I figured he’s still learning about how to substitute for egg. There was no need to add yogurt if he was adding baking powder. I don’t think the recipe he used even called for milk. It didn’t hit me until after I finished, when the surface of my tongue went numb and my throat as well. This is one of the main symptoms of when he prepares our food or drinks. But magically doesn’t happen when we make these things ourselves using the same ingredients. I wonder what ingredient is missing…

I asked my mom how she felt without telling her my suspicions nor my symptoms, and she told me she was experiencing those symptoms. Then my stomach started to get upset and later that evening, some body pains had started. My mom and I had to go out to get my PPD so we discussed it then. It’s crazy. I guess no more pancakes nor waffles from him either.

This is why my mom and I always have to prepare our own food and unfortunately his as well. The only time we eat what he cooks is when he’s cooking for the week. Food we know for sure that he will eat. Even then, when a little bit of leftover food remains back, I’m scared to eat it and wait for him to eat it before taking any. I’m tired of living this way. I’m tired of being paranoid of everything in the fridge. I’ve been eating so unhealthy for the past few years because the only foods I can trust are the ones that are sealed and snack foods he eats as well. Ramen noodles beloved.

[elpida]

Cade could take a hit, he'd taken plenty before but these were relentless. He threw his own but it was hard to get a really good hit in when you were trying to get someone's grip from around your shirt. He'd drawn some blood to his face, he could taste the iron in his mouth and he spat it in at Angelo. All there was between them was fury. "What the fuck are you talking about?! I'd never want to kill her but you being near her is fucking death wish enough- you getting fucking close with her? That's the danger you psychopath." he growled, genuinely growled and smacked his hand across Angelo's jaw, his hand twisting back what gripped his shirt. " She's nearly half your goddamn age, you sick fuck."

When released he kneeled, holding the part of his head that'd bled and trying to regain his focus. Fuck that'd really jolted him but it was a dirty move, he'd barely had a chance to find his footing. By the time he looked up he'd already got hold of Agatha and you could see every muscle in Cade's body tense, even the way his jaw clenched. He looked ready to pound, to attack well and truly. "Get your fucking hands off of her before I cut them from your damn fucking body." his threat was laced with every ounce of intent. "Point that fucking thing at me, what kind of man points a gun at a woman? You're a fucking coward Santino, I know it and you bet your ass Eden fucking knows it, she's gonna end up hating you." he wanted to have his anger directed at him, not at Agatha. He scoffed. "Oh you bet she'll end up fucking hating you, she'll see you for who you really are and you reckon she's going to be impressed by the piece of shit you are?" Now get, your filthy piece of shit hands, off of her." The one thing he didn't do was lunge, he didn't move, he couldn't.. he couldn't risk Angelo pulling the trigger as reaction to his own movements.

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She knew that nurse was scared of Angelo, she kept insisting Eden rest up, just lay back down but no.. no she knew his anger was spiralling and she was scared of what he might do. The nurse did help her get dressed at her persistence, talk off Eden not being up on her feet that she ignored and continued on her path. She spent too long waiting for the elevator that she just ended up taking the stairs up. She felt so easily exhausted but she was adamant on making sure that Agatha was fine, that the baby was fine. "Excuse me? I need to know what room- Sorry, never mind." she heard the shouting and saw the way the nurses looked at each other, a questioning on whether they call security, given the people under their roof right now.

Eden pushed the door to the room open and her heart plummeted. All she could see was Cade bleeding and clearly having taken a punch or two, and Agatha- Angelo, his hands pinning her, holding a gun to her. A gun. Air felt stolen from her, echoes of a gun ringing through her mind. "What are you doing?!" she'd never lost her own temper at him quite like that, enough to raise her voice. "Angelo get off of her!" she shrieked the words at him, moving quickly to pull at his arm "Get off of her, she's pregnant!" Eden spoke with so much intensity, she actually sounded breathless. She had never, god never been like that with him but she was pushing him away from her pregnant friend. "Back away from her- back away from her." her hands turning to Agatha and what at first seemed like her adrenaline in play, the rushed breath, the way her hands came to want to hold her friends shoulders, to protect her... to just protect someone if for once, she could. Eden hadn't been able to protect Ben, that was a guilt that always tortured her silently.

"Are- Are you okay? The baby? Is? Please tell me..." she tried to breath out but it was increasingly shaky, wispy.. like she couldn't quite catch her breath and the hands that held at her arms? They were starting to tremble, to shake. No, she thought. No no no, it'd been so long since she'd had one of these but she felt it, that fluttering of her heart in her chest. "I had to- you're okay?" Cade lifted his head, slowly rising and looking at Agatha, then Eden.. her shoulder. It was all bandaged up and god, was Angelo right? That was on him. That was his fault... they were both in here because of him.

Agatha's concern grew as Cade mentioned the involvement of other people, leaving her uncertain about whether she could trust them, particularly Cade himself. However, his straightforwardness reassured her somewhat, easing her worries. When he mentioned a man, her curiosity piqued, and she squinted slightly, trying to recall whom he might be referring to. All she could remember was ending up in his arms before her consciousness faded. "A family," She repeated softly, pushing thoughts away. The knock on the door made her focus on the sound, her brows furrowing at who might be standing behind the door. She hoped it was Eden. Deep in her mind, she was worried about her own condition. She'd suffered the most, after all.

As soon as the door swung open, Angelo lunged forward, seizing Cade by the collar of his shirt and slamming him against the nearest wall. A guttural grunt escaped him as he felt the fabric of his own shirt pull taut against his chest and his hair being gripped. "You fucking asshole!" he spat out, his anger boiling over as he disregarded any questions Cade might have had, focusing solely on the surge of adrenaline coursing through him. In response, he felt how Cade pushed back, his grip tightening on Angelo's shirt, the tension between them palpable. His hands clenched into tight fists, each blow aimed squarely at Cade's face with a surge of force behind them. "You wanted Eden killed over your stupid actions, Sabelle? Huh?" Angelo's voice rang out, thick with fury and accusation. "You fucking idiot, I won't let anyone touch her ever again, but you're also paying for this!" The punches landed with a resounding thud, fueled by a mixture of rage, each strike carrying the weight of Angelo's pent-up anger.

Agatha's eyes widened in recognition as she watched Angelo's violent outburst. This was the man she had been investigating, the one accused of torturing innocent people over debts. Determination welled up inside her as she slowly rose from the bed, her mind racing to find a way to intervene before Angelo could inflict further harm on Cade. She had enough of violence and wouldn't bear the thought of seeing Cade on a hospital bed because of this man. Spotting an empty syringe left on the bedside table by the nurses, she seized it tightly in her fingers, preparing herself to step in and stop the violence. With a burst of adrenaline, Agatha lunged toward Angelo's back, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck to support herself as she drove the needle of the syringe into his shoulder with all the force she could muster. "Get off of him!"

Angelo grunted as the needle pierced his skin, feeling the weight of Agatha on his back. Reacting instinctively, he pushed himself backward, trying to drive Agatha against the wall to incapacitate her and free himself from her grip. He pushed twice against it so it could harm her. Agatha groaned as her back hit the wall harshly and her arms left him, a hand instantly reaching for her lower back. "You fucking bitch!" He lashed out in anger, turning to grip her hair tightly and pull her up before him. With his free hand, he reached for the gun tucked in his jacket and pressed the muzzle against the side of her face, aiming at her skull. "Should've thought twice about your fucking move. Now, Sabelle, you dare to try something, and I'm blowing her pretty brains out," He threatened, pulling her hair back with his grip, so Agatha's head was leaned back. Her hand snaked around her frame to wrap her fingers around his hand, attempting to free herself off him, but his strength was hard to fight against. "It'd be a shame, don't you think? She's pretty." Angelo's smirk was mischief and dark, a devilish look in his eyes. He had no mercy for anything nor anyone, only Eden.

[raccoxn]

DEAD OF NIGHT • SOAP X CIVILIAN!READER PART 2

SCENARIO: you're a civilian who got caught up in a mission soap was on. he ends up in your care while the rest of the 141 is dealing with the mission at hand while looking for him. 

you live in a small cabin and it's quite literally in the middle of the woods. it's big enough for one or two people, so taking in soap wasn't an issue. the only issue on the table was the fact he was bleeding out...

**told in y/n pov**

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By the time I got into town, the sun was just cresting over the mountains and illuminating the sky. I kept glancing to my phone to see if Moira send a text back on meeting me, but I didn't see anything yet.  So, I opted to go buy new clothes for Soap since he was filthy and covered in blood. He could probably use a shower too so i'll get him his own shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

I parked at the front of the small store and got out of my car, eyeing the open sign and sighing in relief. I'm never in town often since I come once or twice a month to get things I need. I just don't like people, so living alone was great.

Until Soap came into your life, a small part of me grumbled. I couldn't agree more, but I couldn't let him die. I'm not that heartless.

I walked into the store and waved to the cashier. He waved back before going on his phone again, completely engulfed in whatever he was doing. I made my way to the men's section and grabbed anything that would suit Soap. I grabbed t-shirts, henley shirts, sweatpants, sweatshirts, wool socks, underwear—anything to keep him comfortable. I didn't know what size he was, but I took a guess with a large or extra large, then moved on to toiletries. I grabbed travel sized items then went to the medical area to get bandages, ointments, and more ibuprofen and melatonin. If he's going to be with me for awhile, might as well give him a supply of his own.

I noticed a woman staring at me as I grabbed a couple bottles of men's shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. She then eyed my cart full of clothes and other medical items.

"My brother's an idiot. Forgot all his clothes at home and then had the audacity to cut himself with a kitchen knife while cooking." I grumbled at her and she walked away. I wasn't in the mood for that.

Once I got what Soap needed, I pushed my cart to the snack aisle. I grabbed three boxes of poptarts, some chips, and a jar of Tostitos queso. 

My phone buzzed on my pocket and I pulled it out, seeing a text from my pharmacist friend, Moira. I had explained to her VERY vaguely that I needed stronger medication for Soap without mentioning him, but judging from her text message, she wasn't going to give me any. I tried to convince her again, but she just told me to buy Tylenol, ibuprofen, and make sure to keep him elevated enough. After that, she completely ignored my text messages and I was left in my problems yet again.

Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I started to head in the direction of the checkout. As I walked closer, I noticed a group of armed men enter the store and the few of us in here started to panic. I stayed where I was and ducked behind the cart as if it would protect me. 

"Stay calm, everyone!" One of the men shouted, his Spanish accent heavy as he looked at everyone around him. The cashier I waved to earlier glanced to me and tried to come over. Gun shots went off and everyone screamed. The cashier fell to the ground, bullet wounds littering his body and his eyes stared at mine. 

I stood up completely when the armed men glanced at everyone.

"We're from the Las Almas cartel, and we're looking for someone who has info about our leader, El Sin Nombre. He's Special Forces—goes by the call sign Soap."

I kept my face void of emotion but I was screaming inwardly. How the hell was I going to get out of this situation alive? More importantly, why are cartel members so far up here? Like I thought before, I knew it wasn't impossible, but it was weird to me. I always thought of them as staying by the border..... I don't know if that's stereotypical or not....

"My men last saw him around this area. This is a small town. Someone must have seen a tactical-armed hombre with a stupid little mohawk?"

I almost cracked a smile and laughed at his statement, but I stayed silent. One of the men walked amongst the other terrified customers, his eyes looking over the groceries and items they had. I stared back at him when he approached me, his eyes looking at the mens clothing and toiletries in my cart.

He shouted in Spanish at me before he aimed his gun at my head. I didn't even flinch or scream when he did that, but rather stared with a bored look at my face. How was I doing this shit emotionlessly?!

"I have a name, y'know."

"You've seen him. Where?"

"I haven't seen him, you idiot. I'm buying clothes for my brother because he's a dumbass and forgot to bring his entire duffel bag to visit me."

I kept my gaze steady on the cartel member in front of me, my heart pounding against my chest and my head getting light. I kept my hands on my pockets to keep them from shaking, but I also dialed 911 by triple-pressing my lock button. 

"You don't come clean, we'll kill you!"

"Even if I kept the guy you're hunting for under my watch, you don't have evidence to prove it!"

He grabbed the front of my shirt and hit the end of his gun to my temple. He got in my face, his hot breath hitting my skin and I resisted the urge to gag from how it smelled.

"We'll kill everyone here if you don't tell us."

"Just tell them!" A bystander shouted from her cart.

"Tell them! I can't die!"

"Save us!"

"Don't kill us, please! I have a baby at home!"

I looked at the innocents around me, strategizing a way to bargain and even get everyone out alive. I didn't care what happened to me. If I died, that would insure Soap's secrecy and safety. 

But who would take care of Nic?

I sighed and nodded my head, telling them I would concede....not that I'm actually going to tell them where I live....

"Before I tell you, I want to strike a deal: everyone here gets to leave unharmed and not threatened. They remain anonymous. Second, if I tell you, I get to go free as well. Whether I'm unharmed or not, I get to go."

I happened to see something flicker from the back of a truck, then I saw someone duck down behind my car. The realization of who they were hit me and I decided now would be a good time to get out of the way.

"Anything else?" 

"Yeah. How good are your reflexes?" I threw a box of poptarts at hm before diving behind a cash register. That's when all the bullets came through and the cartel members either dropped dead or scattered. 

I tried to crawl toward one of the aisles but I was grabbed my the ankles. A remaining cartel member yanked me back, clawing at my legs and getting on top of me.

"Everyone run to the emergency exits!" I shouted and they didn't hesitate to do just that. 

My fear overwhelmed me as I started to cry and scream for help. My "tough guy" facade was no more, and now I was a sobbing mess.

"GET OFF ME!" I screamed as I kicked him in the face and crawled. 

A gun shot went off again, but this time it was me who got shot. The bullet burned into my calf and a scream ripped from my throat. I couldn't move as he grabbed me by the back of my shirt and yanked me upwards.

"You kill me, you kill this one!" The cartel member shouted as I cried. I looked out the shattered windows, seeing that the cops and Soap's team was aiming their weapons at me.

"TAKE THE SHOT!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, fearful tears streaming down my face. "TAKE THE SHOT!"

I closed my eyes and moved my head away to clear a shot. When I heard the bullet tear through the man's skull and his grip loosened, the two of us fell, except he was dead and I was a sobbing mess.

I felt someone gently place their hand on my shoulder as I cried from everything I felt. Pain, fear, trauma, my worry for my dog—hell, even Soap crossed my mind.

"You're the one who helped Johnny. Where is he?!" That familiar British accent asked me as I started to drift off.

I managed to tell him my address before completely blacking out, my head resting on my arm and tears continuing to drench my face.

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When I woke up, I was greeted by an annoyingly bright light and the smell of disinfectant and alcohol. I blinked rapidly as I looked to my left, seeing Soap in the hospital bed beside mine. He was asleep and had oxygen tubes at his nose.

"You're awake. Finally."

I looked over at the corner to see a hooded man with a skull mask on. Only his eyes were visible and there was black smudged around them. When he stood, I couldn't help but stare. He was a unit....like, his bicep was probably the size of my head.

"No shit, Sherlock." I sighed, keeping my awe under control as he walked up to me. I could tell he was untrusting of me, but after glancing over to Soap, he loosened up a bit.

"I hear you found him?"

"More like he broke into my cabin and temporarily passed out in the bath tub. I stitched him up as best as I could and helped him rest. I just didn't expect, well, this."

I gestured to my elevated leg that was bandages heavily.

"I'm guessing you're the one Soap calls Ghost. I'm sorry I was cryptic when I replied to your 'how copy'." I did an impression of his accent and he stared back with a blank look. "I didn't mean to sound like I was holding him hostage."

The two of us went silent for a moment before the room door opened. Another man walked in, but he wasn't masked. He seemed more welcoming than Ghost but he still intimidated me.

"Y/N L/N, the one who, to an extent, saved Soap's life. While you were extremely cryptic in that response, I thank you for keeping my comrade safe. I'm also impressed with how you handled the whole hostage situation."

"Oh, that was pure adrenaline, now that I think about it. I sobbed like a baby when I dove away."

The man laughed a little and walked up to me.

"I'm Captain John Price, but you can call me John. The masked one is Ghost, and Soap is John McTavish."

"Do I get to know Ghost's real name?"

"Negative." Ghost responded and I looked away.

"Fair enough. Wait! My dog, Nic! Is she—"

"One of my men, Gaz, and two of our allies, Alejandro and Rudy, are taking care of her. If the hospital allows, we can bring her in."

I relaxed when I heard she was okay, sighing in relief as I ran a hand through my hair. I glanced to Soap when I heard him grumble and stir in his sleep. Price and Ghost immediately joined his side when he woke up, his Scottish accent hoarse and scratchy from being asleep.

"Bloody hospital..."

"Agreed." I said from my side and he looked at me. I pressed my lips together, staring at him as he stared back.

"Can I speak to Y/N alone?" Soap asked as he looked at his two friends. They glanced at me before nodding, the two leaving and Soap and I stayed silent for a moment.

I picked at my nails as Soap started to speak.

"I want to thank you. Ghost told me what you did for me while we were in the ambulance."

"It was nothing. Figured I got morals, might as well use them."

Soap laughed at my statement before looking at his hands. 

"You remind me of Ghost in a way. He's the same as you: doesn't like people but he still has the honorable morals."

"Glad I could be of service." 

Soap nodded, but I noticed his expression became solemn.

"What?"

"Once I leave, it'll be like we never met one another. I'll go back to being in the field; you'll go back to whatever you do...."

"Do you want my phone number?"

I looked at him with my eyebrow raised, the man staring in shock over me being so straightforward. I almost laughed but I didn't to keep the unfazed facade up. Inwardly, I was screeching and kicking my feet. I mean, it's not everyday a man covered in blood and grime comes into your life to make it interesting.

"That'd be nice." He replied, smiling softly as he looked back at me. I felt my cheek heat up.

"Do you have a phone I can put it in?" I managed to get out and scratched the back of my head nervously.

"How about writing it down on paper?"

"Dude, that's so middle school..." 

I looked at him, Soap completely confused about what I said but I didn't elaborate. Instead, I grabbed a tissue from the Kleenex box on the bedside table and held out my hand.

"Do you have a pen?"

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pt.3?