#that stupid fucking dock mission

[struno2841]

i love jak and daxter so much despite how much those games made me want to kill everyone within a 5 miles radius and then myself

[violetmuses]

Shattered - A. Aretas 🖤❤️‍🩹

Title: Shattered - A. Aretas 🖤❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe 

Character: Armando Aretas 

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: When Isabel Aretas seeks revenge, you cross paths with her son, Armando. @nelo0wesker @yassbishimvintage @peaxhygirl

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2020

Three shadows moved past burning flames as this outdoor space crackled from every direction. Nightfall casted right over this pitch-black skyline. 

Standing in one bloodied prison uniform, Isabel Aretas leads the dark moment without ever speaking. 

You've met Isabel's son, Armando, and watch as this separate vehicle pulls up to help everyone depart the large and horrific scene. 

Onward. 

_____

Still lurking in Mexico, Isabel would plot vengeance all around.

Several members of the Miami Police Department jailed her late husband, cartel leader Benito Aretas.

No matter what happens next in South Beach, loyalty stood as this main rule. Wavering from that mission reeled Isabel's plan near wrong spaces. 

Even before reaching Miami with Armando, neither of you have spoken to each other. 

An invisible air rendered your voices silent in the otherwise gorgeous compound. Though Isabel hasn't expressed herself, you've known better. 

As of late, your communication with Armando lies between cell phones: 

Armando: Ready? ✈️ 

It's time to go. You thought. 

*****

The Miami Harbor reeked of brackish yet putrid air during one summer night. Gangsters nearly huddled around this dock in search of veiled cash. 

��I knew treasure stayed in the ocean, but somebody lied to us. Coño!” Zway Rodriguez shook his capped head while facing Armando. 

“Should cover the cost of materials we've discussed. And then some.” Armando revealed slightly accented English while holding money. 

“Who's this? Hola Mami.” Zway Rodriguez ignored Armando and pointed near you, stepping closer to flirt.

“None of your business.” Armando defended you here. 

“My bad. Thought you could share, man.” Zway lifts his hands. 

Weirdo. Armando thinks. 

“Let's renegotiate, especially when you have her with you. I know plenty of ballers who'd like to see that pretty face.” Another idiot wearing terrible sunglasses moved  forward and noticed Armando, but propped you up in this disgusting manner. 

 “ What you say? We had a deal.” Stepping even closer, Armando slowly reaches his breaking point. 

“Oops.” This idiot draws his firearm and points the weapon directly toward Armando. Other goons surrounded the men, lurking. 

Smirking in the dark, you cornered yourself once Armando finally reveals this Karambit knife to stab the idiot wearing shades. 

Aretas even shoots various bullets from his own gun. Both weapons quietly tucked sleeves found near leather pants. 

“C'mere, look at me. Last warning: I don't renegotiate.” Countless body drops later, Armando defended everything and lifted the choking man's face, taking this final bullet to kill him. 

Silently gesturing for you to come back, Armando takes charge.  Zway and other survivors watch this dangerous man speak once more.

As you've learned, the Aretas Cartel drifted through shadows like ghosts, horrific in many ways. 

“My family's taking back management of this town and we'll need some loyal employees. Who wants a job?” Armando grounded leadership. 

“Dental?” Zway then dared to be stupid all over again. 

“Say that again?” Armando pointed the barrel of his gun toward Zway's chin and you only lifted your brow, just waiting for that trigger to go off. 

“Easy, Papi.” Zway just kept taunting this moment, but Armando set the firearm down and tapped Zway's gold jewelry. 

“You'll work for me now.” Armando offered Zway rules without even yelling. “If you get people to fall in line and stay out of my fucking way, I won't kill you.” 

No longer talking, Armando stepped back, leaving Zway quietly anxious and scared. 

“All right, fellas. Listen up. Listen up. Let's get this money now. Vamos!” Zway shouted toward the others and people scrambled to gather remaining cash, alive. 

Standing on the dock, you watch as Armando dialed this number to contact his mother Isabel. 

When the phone call ended, Armando turned around and looked at you. 

“Yeah?” You whispered and leaned in to hear Aretas possibly speak. 

“May I?” His accented English pulled through when Armando glanced down, politely reaching for your hand. 

“Yes.” You gently take his palm in return and exit the dock, gaining actual trust. 

*****

“I'll be back. This one is on me.”  Armando stands in his motorcycle gear and interrupts you. 

“Who's the target?” You ask. 

“Mike Lowrey. I'm tired of waiting. Tag me.” Aretas gathered essentials and left this hotel room. You would still trace the operation. 

Here we go. You thought. 

______

Jackpot! 

Not long after Armando pulled his trigger, Detective Mike Lowrey stood down. 

“Got ‘em. Are you still waiting?” Aretas questioned your location by phone. 

“Yeah, why?” You glanced around while sitting near your laptop just in case. 

“Mind if we order room service or something?” His slightly accented English returned. 

“Celebrating?” You almost laughed in response to Armando. 

“Technically. The boogeyman is gone.” Aretas grounded this phone call. 

“All right. Let's do it.” You hung up and nearly smiled.  

______

Once you offered space for Armando's privacy, both meals and dessert lined up for enjoyment. 

“What's your name again?” Sitting across this table, Aretas dares to flirt, but you don't feel uncomfortable. 

“Very funny.” You clipped back. 

“All jokes aside, I'm serious.” Armando locked eye contact. “My mother hardly introduced us after the prison break.

Realization slammed thoughts down. Isabel's escape hit the ground running with vengeance and you couldn't process time altogether. 

You barely knew the man who stayed in this hotel room, her son. 

“Where should I start?” You offered the question, genuinely puzzled. 

“Doesn't matter.” Armando shrugged for a moment and still watched you. 

Even while music played from this Bluetooth speaker, Armando couldn't glance elsewhere. 

You're beautiful. And despite sharing this mutual understanding for violence, Aretas would still take bullets for you. 

“Want my file?” You would definitely send highlights of your own battles. 

“No.” Aretas understands how lethal you are when given signals. “My mother doesn't choose amateurs.” 

“What's on your mind?” You gestured near your temple. 

You. Armando thinks. 

******

Within months of the large-scale assassination taking place, news changes everything: 

By some unexpected chance, Detective Mike Lowrey survived! 

“How'd it go?” Briefly staying in Mexico this time, you whispered to Armando once Isabel chided this situation. Her son didn't follow the hit list in order. 

“Heading right back to Miami.” Armando wouldn't make eye contact with you as this team left the compound once more. 

Dammit! Square one. 

*****

Returning to the Miami Harbor, you set out this propped laptop while scrolling names from law enforcement databases and Armando watches. 

“Do it right. No more chances.” You warned him, reasonably irritable now. 

“Be careful…” Armando walked behind you and his sleeved arms over your space. 

“Am I wrong?” Even as you speak, his calloused palms gently smooth your knuckles. 

“Never.” Armando whispered through ongoing trust and welcomed distance to let you work. 

_______

The second time around, every single pierced bullet moved  closer and closer toward gaining true revenge. 

Even Miami Police Department Captain Conrad Howard stood responsible for locking down Armando's late father, Benito Aretas years back. 

When Captain fell this time, Armando really showed out. 

“Cheers.” Aretas clinked glasses with you, still fair enough to dodge taking out Mike Lowrey near innocent civilians. 

“Now what?” You've set your own drink down tonight. 

“Home stretch.” Armando clipped that response once more. 

“All right.” You lifted the glass of champagne and handed this beverage to Armando before walking away, turning off music. 

Your faint lipstick smudged this glass, catching Armando's interest. 

Updating one private list set on his phone, Aretas counted another trait of yours: 

You've rarely worn makeup, unlike his mother Isabel. 

____

The following day, you woke to see text messages lighting up your phone: 

Armando: Meet me in ten minutes! ⏰️ 🛩 

Given no other choice right now, you scrambled out of bed without hesitation and didn't even try fixing covers, hopping the shower. 

Something went wrong. 

****

“What the hell happened?!” You run back into the Mexico City compound and find Armando pacing by this mirror. 

“Would you lie to me?” Furrowing his brow, Aretas rasped the important question to you. 

“No.” Vowing once more, you would pull every trigger at the first chance. “What's going on?” 

Vulnerable for the first time, Armando reached out and you nodded as his dangerous fingers somehow warmed your arms. 

“He's out for blood.” Armando revealed Detective Lowrey's plan to kill him. “If anything happens to me, run.” 

“I'll never step without you. What about our loyalty?” You recalled the earlier promise. 

By that very moment, Armando nearly turned speechless. 

“C'mon.” Taking your hand in private, Aretas led you out of this room, ready for war. 

******

As you battle near Armando through your own defense, this big-time compound standoff erupted with the Miami Police Department AMMO squad. 

“Armando, you're my son.” Detective Mike Lowrey stood among fire and rubble as his words revealed near embers. 

What?! Absolutely not. Your own thoughts panicked. There's no way in hell that Lowrey is telling the truth. 

Isabel would've lied about everything. 

“Shut up.” You offer venom too, staying just as enraged with Armando in bewilderment. 

“I didn't know about him. If I had known…” Lowrey still makes an attempt while looking at you.

Armando then uses force to kick Mike backwards and destroys even more of this space. 

Every other second, his fists pulled more and more strength, but the main question lingered. 

“Who are you?” Aretas still injured Lowrey without fail and brought out the detective's weakness. 

“Ask your mother…” Mike continued responding even when Armando pulled his collar. 

Isabel Aretas emerged while dampened from outdoor rain. 

“¿Es cierto lo que dice?” Speaking his native language of Spanish, Armando asked Isabel if Mike really told the truth. 

"No importa. Él no significa nada para ti.” Isabel refused to answer clearly and this response doesn't even matter. 

“Hey, do ya'll see this fuego? Can we take this shit outside?” Detective Marcus Burnett is scared of the fire and damage engulfing all corners. 

“Cállate!” Armando shuts Burnett down once more, yet faces Isabel with sadness. “¿Quién es, mamá?”

“Tell ‘em!” Mike nearly shouts to Isabel despite everything. 

“Es mi papá?” Armando's heart continues to break. 

“Is he my father?!” Reaching this final resort about Mike Lowrey, Armando Aretas yelled to his mother in English. 

“Yes.” Isabel confirms the truth to Armando at last. No doubt whatsoever. “Kill him…”

Just when Mike and Armando stand while facing each other, Isabel clicks the barrel of her own gun directly behind your head. 

“No…”Armando realizes what is happening with you and more grief snatches air right from his lungs. “You took so much away from me. Don't pull the trigger.”

Ignoring her son, Isabel wanted to kill you here, but Lieutenant Rita Secada stepped up and locked immediate bullets to end Aretas.  

When you grab Armando's hand once more, the AMMO  squad hurries to escape tragedy and this outright mansion collapses forever. 

******

“How you doing?” Following the death of Isabel Aretas, Detective Mike Lowrey stepped forward to check on his estranged son, Armando, in prison. 

“I've paid my debt. It's a big one.” Armando tells the truth, sighing in this orange uniform. 

“An opportunity might help cut down some of your debt.” Mike continued. “Interested?” 

“Yeah, man.” Armando nodded toward his biological father, prepared. 

“And don't think I forgot…” Mike lifted his brow and stepped back to reveal your presence. 

“Hi.” You smiled toward Armando while standing in this darkened space. 

“Hey.” Armando greets you with his slightly accented English once more

“Uh-oh! Are you blushing over her?” Mike chuckled near Aretas. 

“No.” Aretas fibs and pulls himself together  knowing that visitation will run out. 

“Yeah, right. You're sprung as hell, but I'll see you soon.” Mike started to walk away, but still noticed when Armando winked toward you from his spot. 

He's just like me. Lowrey confirmed one final time. 

Who knows what the future brings? 

[zorosleftmantit101]

Law x Reader

Law and order

Law x gn reader

A/N: Laws a cootie patootie but i’d peg him

C/W: swearing, corny, spelling mistakes, unedited. 

The day was slow and quiet. You sat at the front desk of the bookstore, sipping your tea, watching the clouds roll over the setting sun. Lost in thought, you barely noticed the chime at the door alerting you to a new customer. Your attention drew to the man that had entered the store. He was tall and skinny, with a coat over his broad shoulders and black hair that framed his tan face. Sharp features and strong arms complimented his physique. You felt the air stolen from your lungs as his gaze locked with yours feeling heat crawl up your cheeks.

The man walked towards you, placing a rather large sword beside him, dragging you out of your trance he spoke up. "Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to have a book called 'Atlas of advanced surgery' by any chance?" His voice was deep and flat, seeming almost uninterested. Shooting out of your seat, you flush at your enthusiasm to help the handsome stranger. "I um," walking out from behind the desk, you beckoned him to follow you. "I'm not 100 per cent sure if we have the exact copy you're looking for." You whispered, "majority of our educational books get donated to local schools."

Taking a turn with him still trailing behind you, you walk down a collum of books. "though I believe," you reached up to pick a book off the shelf you stopped at. "here we are "Atlas of advanced surgery'" you handed the book to him with a smile. His eyebrows razed with a smirk at your enthusiasm taking the books from your hand. "Thank you my name is Trafalgar Law or just Law," he spoke, sticking out a hand. Grabbing it, you shook it firmly, looking up at him. "I'm Y/N it's nice to meet you."

Pacing back and forth through the his office, Law dragged his hands down his face. Law felt like he was about to do something dumb in fact, he KNEW he was about to do something dumb. Flopping into his chair, he groaned in thought. Since Law had seen you at the book store, he was utterly infatuated with you. From the way you jumped up sp quickly to help him to the way you glanced behind you with pink dusting your cheeks. You where so jittery, yet he couldn't get enough.

Law and his crew where ment to leave immediatly after grabbing the book he needed, but he just couldn't. He told the crew he couldn't find it and he needed another day to search, explaing they might as well dock and resupply. Confussed because the crew had only just resupplied on the previouse island. They decided to think nothing of it.

Standing from his seat, Law trugged out of his office, the door closing behind him with a bang. The crew watched quizickaly from their seats as their captain stormed back into town. "Thats a man on a mission if i've ever seen one" Sachi muttered to penguin.

You had just walked out of the book store when Law caught up to you, calling your name you turned around to see who was calling. Your face heated up seeing Law back so soon. Law had discarded his coat now with what looked to be more casual clothings. "Oh, hello Law, um, long time no see I-" clasping his hand in yours, he cut you off, looking you dead in the eye. "Please join my crew."

The polar tang had resurfaced around an hour ago, opting to glide at the surface so everyone could get some fresh air. I walked out onto the deck feeling the midnight breeze blow all my worries away. It had been a few months since Law had asked me to join the crew, I had settled in well, enjoying the company and the job itself. Being Laws assistant wasn't easy but it certainly wasn't hard, the most challenging part was probably keeping myself calm when I feel his eyes rake over me. His stupid, gorgeous, sexy, fucking eyes. 

Sitting on the railing, I dangled my feet off the side, looking at the stars above. Light drops of rain kissed my face as I felt the Seabreeze brush my skin. "Shouldn't sit up there, might fall in," A flat voice called. I already knew it was Law his voice had a distinct 'kill me please' tone. 

"I appreciate the concern Captain, but I'm very comfortable," I replied looking over my shoulder at him. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes raked over him. His shirt was nowhere to be seen, tattoos adorning his chest and torso. His sweatpants were just a little too low, not that I minded. 

"Y/N, your eyes are very explorative today" Law mussed a shit-eating smirk on his face. 

The asshole knew he was sexy. 

Turning away so quickly, I nearly got whiplash, my eyes trained onto the sea below.  

"Not my fault I'm not the one walking around half-naked," I murmured sneaking another glance. Bad idea, he was a lot closer now his chest mere inches from my back and his warm breath fanning against my neck. A shiver ran up my spine and a gasp left my lips when I felt one of his arms snake around my waist. "mmm I really, really don't want you falling in" he whispered against me.

Turning to look at his face, he was so close "I- I just wanted to get a good look at the sky," I splurted out, finally ripping my gaze away from him looking back to the stars still gleaming brilliantly. His head dropped to my shoulder breathing into my neck, "mm your warm" he mumbled looking to the stars with me, "really?" I whispered in reply looking towards him again. His gaze turned to me, then dropped to my lips eyes dilating with curiosity. "Yes, really, everything about you is warm and I appreciate that." Blush dusted my checks and I wasted no time in leaning down to engulf his lips in mine leaning into his embrace as his other arm pulled me off the railing and into his arms.

I wrapped my legs around his waist deepening the kiss. Law's tongue melted with mine sucking on my bottom lip as I pulled away for air "shit Y/N I've wanted to kiss you since I saw you sitting in that bookstore," Law heaved leaving open-mouth kisses along my neck. Pulling away Law rested his head on my shoulder again, the rain was picking up now. "Law, I really like you." I murmured too embarrassed to look at him.

he snorted before looking up at me "Well I would hope so, after all I did just kiss you." He laughed. "Your an ideot," I sighed, leaning back into his warm embrace.

EW CORNY BLUAGH *THROWS UP VILONTLY* anyway finally working on these fucking matchups

[nauticallyhypnotical]

Shane-anigans (untitled)

mdni, 18+ only yada yada

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No matter how hard Shane tried to shoo you away with a cold demeanor and obscenities, you just couldn’t leave the man alone. Ever since your first encounter, when he lovingly told you to “fuck off”, you made it your mission to be sickeningly sweet to him. You thought maybe if he were shown kindness and had a shoulder to lean on besides his aunt and goddaughter, he might drop his facade of being so callous. You knew he had a sweet spot; you see it in the way his eyes light up for just a moment when you present him with his favorite snack, grumbling his thanks as the cutest blush dusts over his cheeks. You weren’t sure when exactly you fell for him, but you’ve known you cared about him a bit more than anybody else in the town for quite some time. It was your big heart and loving nature that made you sure that although he had a sweet spot, he hated you.

You could tell ever since that night you found him passed out on the docks in Cindersap Forest. He had drunk himself stupid, and when you began to panic when he couldn’t stop vomiting and could barely stay awake, he gathered what little coherency he could muster to beg you not to call Marnie. But how could you not? Shane was much bigger than you, and you couldn’t get him to Doctor Harvey on your own. Marnie has one of the few vehicles in town, and deserved to know what was going on with her nephew. You could sense the tension in the hospital room when he awoke to find her glaring at him with tears in her eyes.

“Shane, I love you. But you need to get your shit together, not just for my sake, but for Jas. She doesn’t need to lose her parents and you,” Marnie cried, and Shane couldn’t meet her gaze. Instead, he looked at you with the nastiest mug you’ve ever seen. If looks could kill, he just shot you straight in the heart. It was a look of betrayal, layered with rage. He knew Marnie was right, which was why he begged you not to tell her. He hated that now he was forced to face the truth he was running from, that his alcoholism had been long out of hand. He hated you for it.

“I should go,” you squeaked out, turning on your heels and all but running out of the clinic for your farm. It was a while after that before you saw Shane again, and he just ignored you. It was worse than when you first moved here, you almost wished he would curse at you, anything to hear his voice. So, when you saw him at that year’s flower dance, you decided to corner him and beg him to talk to you. You found him by the punch bowl, nursing a cup of fruit juice. He scowled at you when he saw you approaching, but otherwise he kept your gaze. He raised his cup to his lips and downed the rest of his drink, tossing it in the garbage afterwards. He stuffed his now free hands into his pockets, keeping his dark green eyes locked on yours.

“Shane, I --”

“I don’t remember much from that night, but I distinctly remember asking you not to call her. Why do you always have to meddle?” Shane interrupted her, his voice deep and low.

“Marnie worries enough about me as it is, and I don’t appreciate you making it worse,” He said, words laced with venom. Suddenly you forgot why you came here in the first place, swallowing your apology in place of anger. Seriously, what else did he expect you to do?

“What else did you want from me, Shane? Did you want me to leave you there to choke on your own vomit, or did you want me to carry you on my back all the way to the clinic?” You asked him, crossing your arms in disbelief. You don’t understand why he has to be such a stubborn ass. He finally looks away from you as he turns to walk away.

“Forget this stupid dance, I’m leaving,” he grumbled. Against your better judgement, you followed him. You couldn’t see him roll his eyes when he heard your footsteps behind him, trying to keep up with his long strides. He couldn’t see you flip the bird at the back of his head. You tried really, really hard to be nice, but sometimes he just pushed your buttons. Quite frankly, you were feeling pretty tired of Shane running away from the hard conversations.

“You want to know why I meddle, you dumb jerk? It’s because I care about you, but you don’t even care! You should be thankful I was even there that night!” You called after him. The two of you reached the front of Marnie’s ranch, and finally Shane turned to face you.

“I do care, you just don’t understand how hard it is for me when I already feel as bad as it is,” his voice was softer now, and you almost forget why you were mad in the first place.

“Shane, you have people in your life that love you, and want to help you and see you get better. You don’t have to face this alone,” You reached a hand out on his shoulder, and he moved closer to you.

“And do you? Love me?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You swallowed, a blush spreading across your cheeks as you lower your gaze to his lips. You can tell he hasn’t shaved in a few days, his beard growing scruffy and thick. You bit your lower lip, eyes glancing back upwards. He was watching your every move. You nodded, moving the hand on his shoulder to his neck. His hands find your waist and he dips his head low so his lips graze your ear.

“Say it,” he urges, something about his husky voice pleading with you gets your heart racing and a heat spreading throughout your core.

“I love you, Shane,” you say, guiding his mouth to yours. He hungrily accepts your kisses, drinking them in like a parched man from the desert. He walks you backwards until your back hits the wooden fence. His rough fingers dig into your fleshy hips, and he drags his tongue along your lower lip. You let out a shaky breath as you part your lips and accept him into your mouth. Your hands find their way into his wavy black hair as your tongue rubs up against his, and he lets out a low moan as your fingers begin to wrap around his silky locks. He pulls away from you and begins to press wet, open kisses on your neck. The stubble of his beard scratching and tickling you, it sends a shudder down your spine and causes goosebumps to prick at your skin.

“I am thankful, you know,” he almost whispers against your neck. You almost can’t think straight, the heat in your belly making the world around you start to spin. Shane peppers kisses along your jaw before giving you another peck on the lips.

“I am thankful for everything you do for me. For my family,” He says.

“I was a jerk to you, and you didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry,” he stops now and is looking at you, awaiting your response. It’s as if he’s holding his breath in anticipation.

“I forgive you, Shane. I love you,” your eyes begin to well up with tears, and Shane pulls you in for a hug. You’re rubbing your fingers on his back when you feel his erection pressing against your thigh. It hasn’t been that long since the two of you left the festival, so no one should be coming around to interrupt any time soon. That was how you justified sneaking your hand around and pawing at him through his trousers, the warmth between your legs becoming almost unbearable as he pumps his hips against you.

“Turn around,” he growls suddenly, pulling away from you. You do as you’re told, grabbing onto the fence for support as he lifts the tulle skirt of your dress up over your hips. You wore a lacy white thong today to match your dress for the festival, and Shane was practically drooling at the sight. A warm shudder went up your body as he inhaled your scent, his hot breath hovering directly over your heat. He pulled your thong to the side and licked your entire slit like an ice cream cone. You gasped when he then stuck his tongue into your hole, fully tasting your juices. He replaces his tongue with his middle two fingers, sucking at your clit as he pumps in and out of you. Your legs tremble and you moan as you cum without warning on his face. Shane drinks in your climax like he’ll die without it, spreading your thighs wide so he can lap it all up.

“Think you can take me, baby?” He’s up at your ear again, one hand undoing your hairstyle for the dance and intertwining his fingers with the locks and the other lining himself up against your entrance. You whine and nod, arching your back against him.

“Please, fuck me!” You’re practically begging at this point, and Shane chuckles at your enthusiasm as he slowly inches inside you. You whimper as you stretch around him, spreading your legs wide to allow him easier access. He grunts as he bottoms out inside you, hissing about the tightness. Your slick allows him to easily slide back out of you, and soon enough he’s rutting against you as he finds his rhythm. He brings a hand up to your face and presses his thumb against your lips. You open your mouth and let him in, sucking on him gently.

“You’re such a good girl, taking my cock. Can you cum again for me, baby?” He asks, pulling his thumb out to allow you to answer.

“I don’t know if I can,” you pant. Shane brings his hand down and fondles your breast.

“Yes, you can. I’ll get you there,” he promises. He releases your hair and sneaks down to rub your clit, and you melt into his touch. He wraps his other arm around you and holds you close, rubbing slow circles against your bud as he slowly thrusts into you. You felt it coming this time, building up inside you like a wave ready to come crashing down. You’re moaning out his name with your release, and his humping speeds up, his own end coming quick.

“Where can I come, sweetheart?” He asks.

“Inside,” you moan. With a few more pumps, he’s spent, and he’s unloading his cream deep within you. You can hear the chatter of the town get closer and you’re pulling yourself together, getting ready to take off for your farm. You don’t need the whole town seeing you freshly railed right now.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, Shane,” you say, giving him a peck on the lips. He looks at you with adoration, and for the first time in a long time, he’s hopeful for the future.

"I love you," he says, and off you go.

[paper-mache-socks]

A/N: Late to posting this but its alr. First time writing an actual fic so yeah

Warnings: swearing, small bits of sexual content on Kid's part, death threats, Kid actively trying to kill you, reader is lowkey kind of a stalker but its okay its just simp behavior

Kid x F!Reader

~~~

You were following him. There’s no way you weren't. Every island he docked at, you were there. Somehow, always before him, and it drove him insane.

It didn’t help that you were always looking at him. He could feel your eyes staring into his soul even if you were always across the room. It pissed him off to no end. Even when he told you to fuck off and stop staring at him, it didn’t stop you. Even when he’s actively told you that he’d kill you, you still gave him those eyes that made his body feel hot. He’d never admit it, though.

~~~

The air was tense in the bar as the sheer presence of the Kid pirates had the entire place sweating. All the civilians tried to avoid looking at the ruthless pirates, knowing how impulsive the infamous captain was. Everyone feared the crew that drank any booze the bar had.

Everyone but you.

The feeling of eyes staring at him burned his already thin patience. He moved his eyes and scoured across the entire bar until his eyes caught yours. A frown appeared on his face as he saw you smile and wave at him. He could never catch a break no matter how far he sailed from the last island he saw you at. You were always one step ahead of him. 

“What the fuck are you staring at?!” His voice echoed in the bar as some customers jumped from their seats and left. You simply put your head in your hand as your eyes never left his.

“I’m staring at you. Your still so much more handsome in person. Your wanted poster doesn’t do enough justice.” Kid grits his teeth at your words. You were teasing him. Trying to gain something from him, he wasn’t stupid.

“Your a little red captain. What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Your tiny giggles finally pissed him off enough to repeal a metal sign hanging on the wall in your direction.

“Kid! What the hell?!” A smirk appeared on his face as a cloud of smoke covered the area you once occupied. He’d like to see you get out of that one this time. Finally, you were out of sight and out of mind. Now, he can drink without being disturbed.

“Nice try, hot stuff. You should know it will take a lot more to kill me than that.” his head snapped back to the now disappearing smoke cloud. Instead of what should be lifeless bodies, was you standing there with your crew and that familiar stupid smile on your face. You and your entire crew were wearing a tattoo visible through the cloud.

“Ah, it’s the (....) pirates. I didn’t even see them dock on the island.” Kid wouldn’t even call you a pirate. All you did was follow him around! Not to mention how sometimes you managed to grab loot before he could! It was unbelievable how easily you made his blood boil.

“I’m disappointed, Captain. I’ve heard so many things about you and I was excited to see how strong you were, and yet all I get is a piece of metal? I guess your strength was simply rumors.” A pout appeared on your face as the crew around you giggled.

“What the hell did you just say?!” Kid jumped from his seat and dashed towards you, Killer’s voice in the background. 

Your crew dispersed as you soon turned to run from him with a smile on your face. It’s like you thought that this was a game. There was no way you were going to get away with calling him weak. Killer saved your ass from his rage one too many times, and now his mission was to finally kill you. Just to make an example to everyone who dares to call him weak again.

“Let’s see if you can catch me pretty boy.”

~~~

How DARE you embarrass him like that! How DARE you make him chase you until sunset, where Killer had to physically drag him back to the Victoria Punk. How DARE you blow him a kiss and tell him you’ll “see him soon.” Not if he can do anything about it. You’ve already plagued his life enough; just thinking about you made him see red.

“Trying to kill someone isn’t a good way to flirt kid.” The urge to strangle his best friend has never been stronger.

“Hey, what’s this?” Killer had let go of him and picked up something that was left on the ramp onto the ship. Kid turned around to see what he was talking about, only to see a box wrapped in wrapping paper.  He couldn’t see what was written, but Killer’s laughter only heightened his curiosity.

“Looks like you got an admirer Kid.” Killer handed him the wrapped box before walking away. With a frown on his face, he looked down at the box with his name written on it and the symbol of your pirate crew on it as well. 

Despite his annoyance at your existence, he still wanted to know what could be inside it. So he ripped it apart without caring for the paper thrown around. He opened the box and saw an assortment of chocolates and a few tools that he was looking at on the island. 

“How the hell?” How did you know he was looking at those specific tools? There was no way you could have guessed it. 

Despite the fact he wanted to throw it into the ocean with it simply being from you, he actually needed the tools, so he took them before dropping the chocolates into the salty water below him.

~~~

Kid’s hands were covered in oil as metal scraps and tools surrounded him as he slaved away in his workshop. It always managed to calm him down after his rage had it’s turn. And it most certainly did after he met you. He’s never hated someone more in his entire life. It didn’t help that he kept dreaming of you after leaving the previous island. It was always the same. He would chase you and chase you, yet never being close enough. Even his dreams taunted him with his hatred for you. He couldn’t escape you even if you weren’t physically here.

Thankfully, he was docked on a new island. Killer said there wasn’t a trace of you on the island, and Kid’s never been happier. Heat, Killer, and Wire went to grab supplies for the trip to the next island. If he wanted to go to the Grand Line, he had to go to the Sabaody Archipelago. The place where those dumb Celestial Dragons spent their time at-

“Fuck!” Kid looked at his hand and saw a newly burnt patch of skin. Guess that’s what he gets for not paying attention.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite pretty boy. I was starting to miss you.” Great, just what he needed. Your nagging voice playing in his head. It had to be in his head. He was on a completely different island, and you weren’t seen anywhere on the current island. There was no way you were actually here.

“You look so tense. What's wrong, pretty boy?” The feeling of someone's breath fanning against his exposed neck made him freeze for a second. His eyes turned to his right, and he saw your smiling face looking at him as you gently played with the fur of his coat. You were actually here in HIS boat and in HIS workshop.

The familiar anger boiled up again as he quickly grabbed a wrench before swinging his body around to hit you with the metal tool. Your sickening smile, looking him in the eyes.

“Your too slow, Captain.” Your voice appeared behind him making his eyes widen as he felt time slow down. His eyes switched to behind him, and he saw your form standing on the other side of his workbench.

“What-” A loud crash erupted from the Victoria Punk as Kid went crashing into the wall, Once again failing to get a hit on you. But just as quick as he crashed into the wall, he got up and took after you, who was already out the door, and made your way to the island.

There was no way you were getting away again. You ran into a crowd of people to try and block him from going after you. Well tried.

“Get the fuck out of my way!” The way his voice boomed across the town had all the civilians running to the safety of their homes, praying that the infamous man wouldn’t harm them. All the doors locking as they hid in their homes, only looking out the window to see who was the poor soul that had fallen victim to Eustass Kid’s wraith.

“You gotta run faster than that captain.” The streets that were now empty gave him the perfect view of your movements. 

All the metal surrounding the streets were ripped from their posts as Kid gathered as much as he could before setting his sights on you and repealing all the loose metal in your direction. There was no way you wouldn’t get hit! It was the perfect plan!

Until you turned a sharp corner.

“Fucking bitch!” nothing from that swarm of metal hot you. Not a single scratch. His blood boiled as he heard your laughter before turning the same corner you did. A vast forest stood before him that hid behind the town as he saw you run in between the trees. He might now have much metal to work with,  but the overly crowded forest should slow you down.

“Come on, Captain, I want to see you pin me down. It’s a view I could get used to.” Your sultry voice made his heart skip a beat as he tried to run even faster.

“Don’t be stupid! It’s not going to be like that!” His face turned red as his hands grew slightly sweaty. No! He wouldn’t let you plague your mind while he was so close to finally catching up to you.

“Not even if I beg? I promise to be good.” Your words flashed images in his head, begging him to play your game. 

Your body managed to avoid the tree branches and roots gracefully, making it look like a toddler could do it. Looking behind you, you see the red-faced captain still hot on your tail. You knew he’d never catch you, not when you had the power of the Speed Speed fruit on your side. It was cute to see him try, though.

Too busy to ignore the unholy images you spoke about, Kid failed to see the big tree root that protruded from the earth. Without remorse, the root caught his foot and stopped him from going forward. Instead, he went straight to the ground with a loud “FUCK”. Blacking out as soon as his head hit the ground.

~~~

Opening his eyes, he saw the familiar walls of his ship's infirmary.

“Ugh my head…” Sitting up from the uncomfortable bed, he reached to touch his pounding head. The feeling of bandages touched his fingertips. How the hell did he get hurt? Oh. Now he remembered. He chased you, and his foot got caught on that stupid tree root. But that didn’t explain how he got back to the ship though. There was no way you could have carried him back.

The familiar shade of red wrapping paper caught his eye as he saw another box sitting on the chair near the bed. Did you get on the ship AGAIN?! And leave him another one of your stupid gifts? It only served as another reminder of why he disliked you. But once again, his curiosity got the better of him. He ripped off the paper, and inside the box laid a small trinket in the shape of a heart, along with his favorite type of candy. How did you know that he liked it? Only Killer knew what kind of candy he enjoyed. Did Killer sell him out?

“Ah, your finally awake.” The infirmary door opened, and out popped Killer from behind it. 

“How did I get here, and where is that damn woman?!”

“Well, that ‘damn woman’ carried you all the way back from wherever you ate shit to the ship. She said you hit your head on a rock really hard. She cleaned up that nasty cut you got and bandaged you up.”

“Why did you let her on the ship?!”

“I was too shocked to see our captain being pushed towards the ship in a wheelbarrow knocked out with the woman he hated steering it.” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How could he let something like this happen?! His pride/ego could possibly get more damaged!

“Personally, I think you should thank her. She could have left your dumbass for the Marines to find and catch you.”

“I'd rather drown.” the sound of footsteps made both Kid and Killer’s eyes look towards the open door. Seeing if Heat or Wire would appear, but they didn’t.

You did.

“How is he-oh your awake. That's good to see. Worried you gave yourself brain damage.” This time, instead of your teasing smile, you looked genuinely worried and relieved. Why? Why would you help him after he’s actively tried to kill you? Twice? Were you an idiot?

“Good to see you (Y/N). Thanks again for bringing him back.” So that was your name? Huh, guess he never cared to learn it before.

“My pleasure. It was worth seeing how cute he looked sleeping. It was like a reward.” his body went hot with rage and something else. Whatever it was, it made him not want to hit you with a wrench. And he hated it.

“Well, I best be off. I simply came to see if sleeping was beauty was okay, and thankfully, he’s still himself. My crew is probably wondering where I am, so I'd best be off. See you later, Killer.” With that, you turned around to leave before sending Kid a small smile. 

“And see you soon as well, Captain.”

~~~

It’s not his fault his eyes kept looking at your tits. You were the one practically showing them to the world with how low-cut your shirt was. It screamed slut, and all the men at the bar had their eyes on you. Hopefully, you wouldn’t see him and bother someone else. He lost count of how many islands you followed him to. And yes, you followed him even if you made it to the island before him. You came into the bar after him, so technically, you followed him. All he wanted to do was drink some booze, yet he was given the misfortune of seeing you again.

Turning his head again, his eyes immediately went over to you and looked up and down your body before stopping at your chest again. They looked so soft and -no! What was he thinking?! He couldn’t think such lewd thoughts about an enemy, especially about you. He just won't look at you anymore. He can do it easily. Your tits have no control over him.

“What are you doing here all alone, pretty boy? I can give you some company if you want.” The feeling of arms draping down his shoulders to his chest had him freeze up. Soft fingertips brushed against his chest as he felt someone's head rest on his shoulder. 

“Fucking slut,. Go bother someone else. You’ll find some desperate bastard to fuck a whore like you.”

“No thanks. I have my sights set on being someone else whore.” Your fingers barely drew shapes on his chest as he felt you breathe against his neck. He could feel your chest pressed against his back. 

“I have my sights set on being your whore.” He could feel his face burn at your words. His eyes widen as you render him speechless. He grits his teeth together as his hands go into fists.

“Come on, Captain. Won’t you play with me?” He turned his eyes to yours, and how you looked at him made his chest swell with emotions he couldn’t name.

“Captian (Y/N)! Some marines and an admiral have been spotted! We should leave the island as soon as possible!” A crew member ran up to you, panting as they tried to regain air.

“Damn. Stupid marines. Always ruining the fun! Guess I’ll see you soon, pretty boy.” Your arms left his chest as the warmth they once provided left. Kids eyes couldn’t help but follow your body as you walked away from him. His heart finally slowed down when you left the bar. 

~~~

The night was dark, and the sky was clear, so the stars showed beautifully on the Victoria Punk. Everyone sleeping and waiting for the sun to rise. Everyone except Kid.

You gifted him another present, and this time it was a letter. A love letter, to be exact. He almost didn’t read it, but the thought of what it could say nagged at his mind. He finally gave in and read the letter. He could feel his face burn from the words of your letter. It fed into his ego and told him everything you liked about him and how you wished you could always be with him. All of it was filled with loving words and admiration. 

It didn’t help that ever since the bar, you’ve wormed your way into his head, and when he closed his eyes, all he could think about was you. And he hated it. The feeling of your body against his lingered even days later. The way your fingers brushed against his chest had him craving the feeling even though he’d never admit it. And instead of his dreams chasing you down in rage. It turned into something much more sinful.

Dream where you're on your knees with his cock down your throat. Tears in your eyes as you gagged against him. The way you coughed after, he pushed your head down so you’d swallow everything he had to offer. A small bit of cum would dribble off the side of your mouth. Dreams where you were crying under him, telling him how he was too big for your body. Your nails digging into his back. The way you’d scream his name as you cried from pleasure. Telling him that you belong to him and that you’d do anything for him.

Then, he’d wake up so painfully hard that he’d grit his teeth. Angry at himself for giving in to your games. Angry that not even a cold shower can save him. The only thing that could was the thought of you and your smile. 

~~~

After finally reaching the Sabaody Archipelago, fate led him once again to you as he saw you from across the restaurant. He left to grab something he forgot on the ship, and when he came back, you were sitting in HIS seat. Sitting in his chair and talking to his second-in-command. His crewmates laughing at something you must have said.

A feeling rose in his gut as he furrowed his brows, watching you and his crew get along so well. It felt like a venom that burned in his chest as he watched how chummy you had gotten in the ten minutes he was gone. But then. Your eyes moved around the room before connecting to his. You sent him that familiar lustful look that pissed him off, but now, it only made his cock rock hard.

You kept eye contact as you curled your toes in your shoes. After what seemed like forever, he finally came back. The restaurant did him justice as he just looked so handsome under the lights. His eyes bore into yours, and you feel your body heat up. All it took was a simple look that made you so weak.

“I’ll be back, guys. I forgot I have to meet my crew in a few minutes. I’ll come back since it won’t be long.” It was a lie, but they didn’t need to know that. 

“Alright, see you soon then!” They all waved you goodbye as you made your way to the door and towards Kid. You never broke eye contact with him as you walked past him. Your hands, slightly grazing his own before leaving through the door. His warm skin still lingered on your fingertips, which made your cheeks burn as the sunshine bore down on you.

You weren’t really gonna meet your crew. You were simply throwing a bone that maybe, just maybe, you finally managed to invade Kid’s mind. Perhaps he might follow you out of the restaurant before dragging you back to his ship to do whatever sinful fantasies his mind came up with.

“Grab her!” The voice of a random man yelled, and before you knew it, multiple men jumped out from where they hid. Nets, ropes, and weapons filled their hands as they surrounded you. Ah, this must be the bounty hunters for which Sabaody was also famous. 

“Your coming with us, Captain (Y/N).” The same male voice commented.

“No thanks. You smell like sweat, and I don’t really like the smell.” Faces of anger surrounded you as all you could do was snicker. Truly pathetic. You're offended that they think that some measly men would stop you-

“Got her!”

“What-” The feeling of what felt like a rope wrapped around your neck and pulled tight enough that you almost flew back. You go to run away only to stop when you realize that your devil fruit powers weren’t working, and you feel yourself get weaker.

“Sea stone infused rope. Pretty nifty, huh?” You felt your hands/arms being grabbed roughly, limiting your ability to move more.

“Let me go, you bastards!” The rope around your neck only got tighter as what you guessed was the leader walking towards you. A knife shining from the sunlight gripped tightly in his hand.

“Your worth a lot of berries Captain (Y/N). I can only imagine what we could do with them when we bring your head as a trophy. You felt your heart beat faster as your life flashed before your eyes. You close your eyes as you try to imagine yourself anywhere but here.

“Holy shit!” Just then, the rope that was being pulled tightly against your neck went loose. The same was said for your arms as the men that held them violently let go. It all happened so fast that you didn’t know what happened. You finally opened your eyes and saw three men knocked out before you.

“What? How?” Sounds of metal crackling behind you had your body turning violently. To your shock, Kid stood there looking at you without words.

“You…” Your voice raspy from the rope being pulled so tightly. Pulling the rope from around your neck, you felt tears rim your eyes. Not spending another moment, you ran towards the man in front of you. Your arms not even wrapping around his exposed torso all the way. His warm chest brought comfort compared to the cold rope.

“You look pathetic, idiot.” You said no words as you just cried into his chest.

“Thank you, Kid! Thank you so much…” You sobbed as you held onto him tighter. You didn’t expect him to hug you back, but the feeling of an arm wrapping around you had your heart skipping. 

“How can you be a captain when your so weak?” His words no doubt insults, but his voice was softer than you’ve ever heard.

“Let's go. Tthose idiots might bring reinforcements, and I’m too tired to deal with something so stupid.” Nodding into his chest, you forced yourself to let him go. You moved to his side and started walking back to the restaurant. You needed water and booze to forget how close to death you were.

You both walked side by side until the restaurant was in sight. Just then, the feeling of Kids hand grabbing your own made your eyes widen. You look up at him in shock, but he only looked forward with a familiar frown. Not wasting a second, you held his hand tight and walked closer to him. Feeling safety in his presence. A smile appeared on your face, and even though you didn’t see it, his did as well.

[callofdudes]

Guys, guys! I know there are a lot of AU's out there but I am BEGGING you to consider a Space/Astronaut AU!! I'm begging!

Like Ghost and Soap wearing those cool pants and the shirts. The outfits alone. And Soap knows all the really fancy space stuff and likes to fix up odds and ends of the space station.

He likes to thrust himself off the walls and whatnot when he's bored.

Ghost sits upside down on the ceiling of the space station. Just close his eyes and crisscross on the ceiling. Or laying flat on his back and Soap will come over under him and they just talk like that.

They get to spend a bunch of time out in space looking at everything around them. Existential conversations and cool space stuff.

And they get to go around outside the station in their suits to fix something up. They can flirt in the middle of space!!

And it's calm and quiet and all that good stuff. If Price and Gaz are up there with them that would be amazing.

And they get to actively shit on Graves who works down in the control station because he's a living nightmare. Hates Soap because he got into the program instead of him so now whenever they ask for more supplies he specifically takes off certain requested items just to be petty. And he can get away with it because he's Shepherd's golden child.

Ghost and Price talking shit about the food packs they get while Price sits in one of those fancy chairs and Ghost talks to him from upside down on the ceiling. 😭

~~~~~

"You better keep your head up Johnny, I ain't going out there to rescue you if you float away."

"Awa' an bile yer heid."

Simon chuckles, watching Johnny on the camera control as he fixes up the docking port for a new shipment of supplies they were to receive in a weeks time.

"You think they'll get you those cookies??"

Johnny scoffed. "Ah doubt it, that guy in mission control seems to hate my guts. What's his name?"

"Phillip..." They both drawl in unison.

~~~~~

"I wonder how long it would take us to get there."

Price sighed. "Simon, we talked about this. No more talking about jumping into black hole."

"But it's a giant vacuum. Would rip me apart. Would rip us apart."

"No talking about dragging your mates into black holes either."

Simon chuckled, continuing to swipe through the photos the satellite had taken earlier that morning while bobbing along the ceiling.

~~~~~

"Looks like someone ran out of gell." Kyle snickered when Johnny hopped up from his pod.

"Oh shush." Johnny patted his hair, attempting to get it to stay but it was no use. "bloody space gravity." He cursed.

~~~~~

*Insert intense GhostSoap space kiss*

~~~~~

Kyle took a deep breath, immediately regretting it and choking on air. "Oh fuck-" He wheezed.

Simon squinted. "Ew... Earth..."

Johnny bent over, feeling his spine being crushed as Price patted his back and helped him with his throw up bag. A regular occurrence.

"Why is it so... Moist. I don't like it." Simon crossed his arms, feeling 30 years older than he actually was under the new gravity.

Johnny kept throwing up.

"You ok son?" Price asked, patting his back.

Johnny just gave him a thumbs up.

"We look stupid as shit right now." Kyle whispered to Simon as their entire space team and friends and family watched the scene.

Simon nodded in agreement. "Yeah, yeah we do..."

~~~~~

Guys please there is so much potential I want to write a GhostSoap space/astronauts AU for them y'all. I have so many ideas and thoughts in my brain for this I wish I could get it all out coherently but I'm choking back dumping it all on you guys right now.

I know Jack shit about space but that won't stop me!

[bloodgulchblog]

It occurs to me that I've actually had new people showing up in the uh, months. Since the last chapter. So.

ZITA, WHAT THE FUCK IS TOUCHSTONE?

Last December I was goofing around with friends on discord and ended up with the absurd idea of writing a oneshot where a supporting character from Halo 4 Spartan Ops has sex with Master Chief. Because this was so ridiculous and funny to me, both because Miller is a nobody character in Halo and Chief is one of the most impossible motherfuckers to write a sex oneshot about that feels remotely in-character, the project quickly grew in scope and got out of hand as I figured out it was fun to work on and it turned out to be a great place to do character study nonsense about Master Chief. (My favorite guy.)

Also, Roland keeps worming his way in there and writing about AIs is also really fun.

WHO IS MILLER/WAIT YOU MEAN MILLER ISN'T AN OC?

Miller is a Spartan-IV who tells you new waves of enemies are showing up for you to shoot in Spartan Ops. Also, he gets bullied alternately by Commander Palmer and Roland (the Infinity's AI, if you don't remember) a lot. Miller gets nervous easily and is trying so hard at all times. He is kind of endearing if you are endeared by characters that have powerful was-shoved-in-a-locker-in-high-school energy.

Also, once again, he is a whole entire fully-augmented, armored Spartan-IV and he mostly has a desk job calling out objectives and pulling in mission data for other Spartans. And that is hilarious to me.

CAN YOU PLEASE SUMMARIZE WHAT HAPPENS BECAUSE THE AO3 SUMMARY ISN'T ENOUGH FOR ME AND/OR I DON'T HAVE TIME BUT REALLY WANT TO KNOW

Understandable. Can do.

It's set between Halo 4 and Halo 5, during a point in time where the UNSC Infinity is in dry dock above Earth for a shit ton of maintenance it needed after Halo 4/Spartan Ops/Halo comics events. The story is actually like right before the start of Halo 5.

Chief's in a really bad place emotionally between 4 and 5, not just from the events of Halo 4 and the obvious death of Cortana but also because the world got weirder on him while he was dead (he's still not used to Spartan-IVs or the new status quo post-Covenant war) and because his ability to cope with stress and doing badly is finally hitting its limit. There's something wrong with him, his bosses know he's doing bad, and he can't seem to stop.

Spartan Command has decided that Blue Team needs to be assigned a consistent Spartan-IV mission handler for ops. This is standard procedure for all Spartan fireteams, but Blue Team was a special exception because they're Blue Team for a while. On its face, Blue Team being assigned a mission handler is just the Spartans standardizing Blue Team with how things work and it's not a slight. But the subtext that's obvious to everyone is something's wrong with Blue Team. (And that something is whatever is wrong with Master Chief.)

Miller's involved because Miller, as one of the Infinity's Spartan-IV mission handlers, is a candidate for the role. So, Miller is one of several people doing practice simulation ops with Blue Team to see how well they work together. During this, Miller develops a stupid little crush on Chief because Chief is just so damn impressive in an op and treats Miller with basic politeness and decency. It's the worst.

Meanwhile, Blue Team is planning to use the time over Earth as an opportunity to take some well-deserved time off. They're worried about Chief, and frustrated with him because he doesn't want to go on vacation with them. (Because, again, Chief is doing so so bad emotionally and it's a canon fact that he keeps refusing to take time off during this period.)

So. A situation develops where Miller kind of blurts out awkwardly hitting on Chief, and Chief thinks about it and decides to pursue. They're not dating, they're not boyfriends, this can't be a romance, but what if this is something he does to be nice to another person? Can he do that? Is it okay if he does that? Is this the final not-okay thing he does that will make his world crash apart and force him to fix himself the way he hasn't been able to make himself do this whole time?

Also, meanwhile, the B plot is Roland likes Miller a lot and doesn't communicate that well, keeps teasing him, and is surprised that he's not better friends with Miller. Roland is trying to befriend Miller better/more genuinely despite the absolute gold mine of teasing material (the whole Master Chief crush situation) he has been granted now.

I get to write a lot of fun things I enjoy writing: An anxious character struggling and trying not to embarrass himself, an AI living an AI existence and approaching the world in a weird AI way because he's not human, and Whatever The Fuck Is Wrong, Psychologically, With Master Chief (it's a lot it's so many things he's going through so much so badly.)

In short: Master Chief has a dumb little fling with an anxious Spartan nerd. It won't last, and it will be so weird and awkward, but it's about two people trying to be kind to one another in a way that matters for a short time while they can.

WOW THAT SOUNDS GREAT, WHERE IS IT?

Over here!

[snowyaika]

Say, can we get Agent Texas with prompt 9? Reader can be a freelancer if you want!

prompt: “what are you going to do, shoot me? do it.”

pairing: agent texas x gn!freelancer!reader

word count: 1.02k

warnings: season 10 spoilers, all lowercase, swearing, gun violence, south violence, reader is kind of pathetic, some angst, no use of y/n

notes: this is mostly crack, got more serious in the end though! this is more so just to help me get back into writing for rvb !!! sorry if it’s so rushed, there is literally no plot to this one. more coming soon!  🫀 

—

ever since becoming a freelancer, there are some things you’ve just come to never forget.

for starters, never offer to spar with carolina when she’s in a bad mood (or good, either way you get a free ticket to the infirmary).

don’t play along with wyoming’s knock-knock jokes, they’re never good and they just leave you questioning why you still speak with him.

drinking with york always ends up with you waking up to an empty wallet, especially when he and north team up on you.

and lastly, the most important of them all, the sound of kicking ass always means agent texas is nearby.

so when you hear the ship's alarm systems go off, tanks bombing the docks, and the gravity getting powered off? you wish you had york with you to make a bet that it was all because of her.

you had been on your day off when everything started going to shit.

heading to the training grounds (because apparently exercise helps when you’re out on missions) was when the alarms started to go off.

assuming it was the run of the mill invasion from some small organization that had issues with our immoral ways of life, you started to make your way to the shipping docks to make quick work of it, if carolina hadn’t already.

halfway, the ship's gravity goes haywire and you have to float your way there? okay, not as normal.

arriving to see tex absolutely rock a floating tank trying to kill her? what the fuck was going on?

not one to barge into conversations, you happily take your time making yourself known, instead staying at the sidelines watching while the poor tank gets thrown around like a ragdoll.

after witnessing the tank basically bomb itself, you finally decide to get involved (of course, only when you saw tex look your way).

“hey there,” you awkwardly wave, not quite sure how to deal with the raging man-eating woman in front of you. for starters, maybe get on your knees and beg for her not to kill you?

looking down at her gun, your mouth moves before your brain can even catch up, “what are you going to do, shoot me?”

“...”

it’s as if you can hear the confused face she’s making. you and tex never had any problems. sure, she’d kick your ass in training more than you could count, but there was no bad blood between the two of you.

sadly given the circumstances, and all the weird shit happening on the ship, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

“i’m not.. going to shoot you? you’re on my side.” her words sound like a question, like she can’t believe you had said something so stupid.

“oh… right.”

it’s almost as if you forgot the talk you, her and york had prior to this. about how the immoral things your group did was actually worse than you thought it was, and how you were planning to put an end to it all.

it’s not like you were in the wrong though, tex is scary when she fights (and maybe more attractive than you’d like to admit).

“dumbass,” she muttered under her breath as she put her gun back, walking over to you.

“where’s york?” you ask, not out of concern, but out of fear of being alone with tex for any moment longer than you need to be.

how would you know if she decided she didn’t like you anymore and cut off your head? put a bullet straight through your brain? push you against the wall and make out with you?

“making things harder than he needs to be.” as if on cue, the lights flicker and the ship jostles.

you let out a small gasp, stumbling towards tex and grabbing onto her wrist for support. her hand flies to your shoulder to stabilize you, and you can feel your body burn where her hand is.

“hey,” she whispers, her face (helmet?) leaning down to yours.

you gulp.

“y-yeah?” you clear your throat, breathless. oh my god ohmy god ohmygod. are we about to kiss?

“the gate is opening. more men are probably coming to stop us.”

oh.

you tilt your head to look behind her, and just like she said, the gate opens to reveal–

not men, south.

“son of a bitch,” you whisper, letting go of tex and standing straight, your hand hovering over your hollister in reflex.

south looks pissed, more than usual. you follow tex’s lead, walking side by side to confront the raging freelancer.

you notice too late that she has a fucking grenade launcher, and you’re sent flying as you try to dodge her oncoming attacks.

thank god, or maybe, thank north for stepping in at the time that he did.

once tex leaves, probably on her way to the director, things escalate. south goes batshit with the grenades, and north does his best to counter her.

not wanting to interrupt the family reunion (you really need to know what their family holidays were like), you decide to branch off to find york.

when you find maine making his way to where tex just left, you inwardly curse. of course you got stuck with the brute.

you don’t even bother putting up that much of a fight, knowing whatever you do is pointless and a waste of energy against someone like him. you’ve never won against him, so what’s this fight going to change? you figured that after he slammed you into the wall, nearly knocking you unconscious, he’d leave you alone to continue whatever he was set out to do.

no, life never worked out that way for you. when he ripped off your helmet, you had already accepted your fate. if the searing pain of your AI being taken from your nape wasn’t enough to make you want to die, him pulling out his gun and aiming it at your head did.

apparently, there is one thing you’ve forgotten since becoming a freelancer.

your love for allison, your will to live for her, will never amount to maine’s thirst for power.

—

[thebluestbluewords]

enjoy the hypothermia, slushie boy

Mal is still about 90% asleep, maybe 20% awake,  if that, and all of that twenty percent against her will. The sunlight is trying to stab through her eyeballs like a fucking sword, and it’s fucking cold in her blanket nest for some reason, and she decides, in her sleep-addled brain, that she is going to fight the sun. Nothing that brings cold into her blankets, into her very house,  can be allowed to live. She’ll get her favorite knife, the one with the wooden grip, and she’ll stab it deep into the flesh of the sun and cut a sliver off to eat. Like the moon, only instead of cheese, the sun is going to taste like… like warm bread, Mal decides. Some of the spicy bread with the chili flakes baked in. Maybe with nuts too. The sun is probably dense and heavy, full of life and brightness, and nut bread is the heaviest. 

Something hits her head. 

“Stupid sun,” Mal grumbles, swatting it away. “G’way.” 

“Nope.” the sun says. There’s a bright little spot of warmth where the sun is touching her head, and Mal wants to bite it off. She’s really fucking hungry, and the sun would taste spicy and fill some of the cold empty space in her belly. 

“You can’t eat the sun, killer,” a voice from above her says. Logically, it’s not the sun. It’s almost definitely Jay, who is not in her bed where he should be, which is incredibly rude even by Isle standards. It’s cold in the blankets without a second body, and Mal deserves to steal all the body heat that she can get from him, and that’s hard to do when he’s not in her bed where he belongs. 

“Fuck you, sun.” Mal whispers. Her voice is hoarse from the cold, dry air in the hideout, but at least she’s identified the source of the problem now. “You left me to sleep in and freeze my ass off by myself?” 

“Yup.” Jay says brightly. “You didn’t wake up when I started throwing snowballs at the windows, so I figured you needed it. Can’t mount a rescue mission if you’re falling asleep in the middle of it.”

He’s right, but it stings a little bit. She’s supposed to be her mother’s child, and therefore always the coolest and evilest one in the room. Sleeping through a wakeup snowball isn’t exactly cool or evil, and a rescue mission sounds suspiciously like something a hero might try and do. They need to pick up the others, but Mal would rather call it a meet up, or a check-in, or something other than a goody-good rescue mission. 

On the other hand, her mother would never approve of the two of them mounting a rescue mission to the furthest reaches of the inhabitable area of the isle (the docks, in Mal’s mind, are not actually inhabitable. Anything past the main market might as well be a barren wasteland, and aside from a few random spots of scrubby trees and mud, they basically are) and thwarting her mother’s ideas of what she’s supposed to be is one of Mal’s favorite hobbies. That, and making her mother proud. 

She’s capable of containing multitudes. 

“You’re a jerk,” she says, instead of explaining her feelings on the matter. Feelings are for losers. She’s cold, first and foremost, and that’s basically like being cool, which makes her automatically not a loser. “I could’ve gotten up. I was just resting to see if you’d dare to poke me again.” 

“Sure you were,” Jay says, and pokes Mal in the head again. “And I’m fucking the king of Auradon. C’mon. Get up so we can grab the others before their parents care if we’re there.” 

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Code Words

Read on Ao3

Warnings: references to relapsing, nothing explicit

Pairings: platonic roceit

Word Count: 5184

For several years, Roman Prince has been tasked with taking down a prominent member of the Agency's rival, an underground gang member known only as Deceit. Many sleepless nights, many painful memories, but it would be worth it, right? To take him down?

Well, after bursting into a high-level Agency meeting to see him sitting there, an undercover agent this whole time, nothing seems simple anymore.

What is he supposed to trust now? The Agency that lied to him, or the man whose alias has been deception for as long as Roman's known him?

Roman curls up tighter as he feels tears begin to slip down his face, clinging with razor-blade focus to his red cheeks. Humiliation burns up his throat, his hands aching where his nails are digging into his palms.

A trick.

A trick.

This was all a trick.

He'd been briefed about a villain he needed to stop. He spent years working to bring them down—years of sleepless nights and violence and scars that'll never fully heal—only for the Agency to reveal that it was all a plan, a set-up. A way to get information and the villain was actually working for them the whole time. That Roman was just fucking set dressing.

And how did they find out about this? Oh, only because someone made an off-hand comment about the villain being there and he burst in on a meeting only for everyone to laugh.

They laughed at him.

Didn't help that the supervisors had the most patronizing tone ever as they finally explained. Didn't help that the villain just sat there looking vaguely amused. Didn't help that he was disregarded as soon as he wasn't useful anymore.

So. Here he is. Mortified, humiliated, stupid, stupid.

There's a quiet knock at the door.

"What is it?"

"Hey," comes their voice—hell fucking no— "can I come in?"

"Go away!"

"Remember that favor you owe me from the docks?" The door handle jiggles. "I'm calling it in."

I made that deal with someone who wasn't a liar. That's not true. I made that deal when I thought you were a villain and now that you've humiliated me I don't want to owe you anything anymore. That is true. That's not what comes out of his mouth.

"…fine."

Janus opens the door. It's jarring to see him dressed down, open, vulnerable. Roman glares as hard as he can and it seems to just bounce off.

"I wanted to check on you," he says like it's acceptable, "you…left kind of quickly."

Ran away, he hears and he glares harder. "What do you want?"

"I just said: I wanted to check on you."

"I'm fine. Now go away."

"You've been crying," Janus points out in what's probably supposed to be a kind way, but just makes Roman so much angrier. He whirls around, back to him, fists clenching.

"It's fine."

He hears a sigh. "It's okay that you didn't win, you know."

His teeth grind together. That's what he thinks this is about?

"I know first-hero missions are a lot," he continues, coming closer, "and it can feel like, I don't know, you have to prove your worth or something. But it's okay, you know. You don't have to be ashamed or embarrassed about losing. I've been doing this for a lot longer than you."

Roman hunches his shoulders. Janus is still coming closer.

"I don't know what they told you about me—"

"Nothing."

"Hm?"

"They didn't tell me anything," Roman bites out, "I didn't find out about you—anything until five fucking minutes ago."

"Language."

The fuse that had been burning since he'd been so thoroughly humiliated downstairs runs out. He whips around so fast it sends the papers on his desk scattering, glaring hard enough to melt a hole through steel.

"Don't fucking talk to me about my fucking language," he growls, spittle flying from his lips but he doesn't care, "you don't get to do that. You don't get to act like I'm being unreasonable right now."

He stabs a finger at the door.

"I just fucking found out that the thing I've been doing for years, the person I've been trying to stop for actual fucking years is a goddamn liar and in on some big thing that I didn't fucking know about! I just got fucking humiliated in front of everyone for trying to do the right thing because I was fucking scared!"

His hands are still shaking from the moment he heard that Janus was in the building. He grips his hair to try and stop it.

"Fuck," and his voice starts to crack, "do you even—you fucking hurt me. You tortured me. I couldn't sleep because of you, I fucking relapsed because of you, so you—you do not get to stand there and do that."

He shakes himself, still glaring.

"Maybe you're right, I'm not fucking fine, but that's your fucking fault for doing that to me and everyone else's fucking fault for not telling me shit." He's out of breath by the end of his shouting. "So take your fucking pity and your fucking condescension, and your smug fucking face and get the fuck out."

Janus stands there, expression unreadable, until: "…they didn't tell you?"

Roman's shoulders slump. All of the anger drains out of him and he tries to feebly claw it back. "No. No, they didn't."

Janus inhales sharply. "That's—so that's—so you couldn't—fuck."

"Language," he bites out as Janus pinches the bridge of his nose, eyeing him warily.

"I thought you were a good actor," he mutters after a moment, "but you were just scared. You were actually scared because you thought I would hurt you."

"You did hurt me."

"I know, sweetie, I know, but—" he cuts himself off, taking a deep breath. "Sorry, I'm just—I'm very upset for you right now."

Upset…for him? Not at him?

"There are supposed to be safeguards," Janus explains carefully, "things that prevent situations from escalating and people from getting hurt."

"But only if I know about them."

"But only if you know about them."

And wasn't that just the goddamn hole in the fence.

Roman wraps his arms around himself, trying—and failing, he's sure—to pass it off as crossing his arms angrily. He tries to glare at the floor but his face protests, swollen and strained from crying.

The ache washes over him slowly, building with a patient hopelessness. His head pounds from crying, his eyes are exhausted and swollen, his neck feels like it's made of rebar and the phantom pains tingle all over his body.

And the humiliation still hasn't gone away.

"Can," Janus asks, startling him, "can I hug you?"

Roman blinks. "Can you what?"

Janus opens his arms slowly, exposing his chest, his torso, everything, looking at him with a…a soft expression. "Can I give you a hug?"

Part of Roman screams that this is a trap. He flicks his gaze out to check for syringes, knives, other weapons that are just waiting for a piece of him. A part of him that crawls at the thought of being so close to him again.

The rest of him is just so tired.

Unmistakable relief crosses Janus's expression as he nods, patiently waiting until he's closer to tuck him into his arms. He cradles his head with one hand, pressing it gently into the crook of his neck. Roman can feel his pulse jumping right next to his cheek and he has to swallow the urge to bite. Then Janus's other arm wraps around his shoulders and—

"Hey, hey," Janus murmurs as Roman stiffens, trying not to sniffle too audibly, "it's okay, sweetie. You can cry, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry."

A sob escapes. An ugly, messy sob and Janus just tucks his head up against Roman's. His breath warms the top of his ear and cheek.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," he whispers, "I'm so sorry. It's going to be okay, I promise."

He doesn't know how long he stands there, blubbering like a baby into Janus's chest. Janus doesn't pull away, still cupping the back of his head and murmuring comforts each time the sobs reach a crescendo.

When they do finally taper off, Roman is drained. He would feel embarrassed about it, but at this point there's nothing left for him to do. He doesn't even have the strength to pull away.

"It's funny," Janus says softly, "I've always wanted to do this."

Roman swallows. "What?"

"This." He gives him a gentle squeeze. "Hug you. You…well, you were always so scared. But you were always trying so hard to be brave and you used to be so small…"

He knows he doesn't imagine the way Janus's grip tightens slightly.

"I wanted to give you a hug," he confesses, his voice a little thick too, "and tell you it was okay. That everything would be okay."

Roman squeezes his eyes shut. He wants to ask more, did Janus know what was going on? Did Janus mean anything he said? But before he can convince his throat to cooperate, his legs start to wobble.

"Here," Janus says, quickly yet gently guiding him to sit, "can I get you a glass of water?"

Roman makes a non-committal noise and Janus disappears into the bathroom, coming back with a glass. He regards it with skepticism as Janus sits.

"Here," Janus says, taking a sip, "see? Just water, I promise."

Roman takes the glass and silently drinks half of it.

"Good job, sweetie." He leans forward, elbows on his knees. "I…understand if you'd rather not be near me right now, but…can we talk?"

"If I say no, will you leave?"

"You reserve the right to throw me out of this room at any moment."

"How many times did I tell you to get the fuck out and you didn't?"

Janus winces. "I know. I'm sorry, I didn't—I didn't know what was going on."

The urge to tell him to get the fuck out, then is strong. Cruel and sharp words rise to the tip of his tongue that he wants to spit out too, make Janus hurt like he's been hurting for years, but he doesn't.

"…if I tell you to leave now, do you promise to?"

"Yes."

He shifts, pulling his leg up a little more. "Then we can talk."

"Thank you," Janus says quietly, "thank you, sweetie."

He sits up a little, still braced on one arm.

"What did they tell you?"

Roman takes another drink. "That you were a new member of the gang. That you needed to be stopped before—before something bad happened."

"But nothing about me being undercover?" Roman shakes his head. Janus's jaw clenches for a moment. "What about the codes?"

"…codes?"

"Code phrases, yes. Ones that would've meant that you were compromised, or I was compromised, or…"

Something dark flickers across his expression for a minute before he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"…or if it's getting to be too much."

Oh.

Oh.

"I-I was—" Roman swallows— "I was supposed to have a way out?"

"Yes, sweetie," Janus says softly with quiet devastation, "you were supposed to have a way out. I—I never had to use any of them and I guess I…I assumed that you didn't either. But you didn't know them."

"No."

He nods, jaw clenching again. "And you…you said you relapsed?"

Shaking hands, shaky breath, it's dark. It's quiet. It hurts and it won't stop—

"Stay with me, sweetie." He indicates the glass. "Drink a bit more, you're still dehydrated."

He gulps down the water on autopilot. The glass is still cool to the touch. He takes a deep breath. "Yes. I relapsed. It was bad."

Janus closes his eyes for a minute, head bowing. For long seconds, neither of them move.

A cloud passes over the window. Footsteps and the low murmur of conversation pass by in the hall.

Janus slowly raises his head. "Who briefed you?"

"What?"

"The name," he says firmly and Roman flinches.

He's back in that warehouse. He's bleeding—it's so cold—

"Shit," he hears distantly. Janus scrubs a hand over his face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not mad at you, sweetie, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm—I want to get this sorted out. I didn't mean to scare you."

Roman swallows. "I know."

"I can be gentle with you," he continues, smiling slightly when Roman fails to hide the hope that crosses his face, "I've just spent too long being a mean, unrepentant asshole, I'm very much looking forward to not having to anymore."

"…yeah?"

"Yes, sweetie."

He might…he might be okay with that.

"The reason I asked who briefed you is because I'm going to go talk to them after this. They need to be held responsible for not telling you. This could've been so much worse and it's already bad enough."

Roman shuffles, almost curling into a ball. "They're not going to like that."

"I don't like my partner getting traumatized and terrified to the point of relapse either, so they're just going to have to deal with it."

"…partner?"

"Yes, sweetie." He smiles again. "We were assigned to the same mission, that makes us partners."

"…oh." Roman nods toward his desk. "Their name is over there."

Janus gets up and he hears him shuffle a few papers around before the chair creaks as he sits down again.

"Hey." Roman looks up. "I don't expect you to suddenly be fine with me. I hurt you and nothing I do or say will change that. You are entitled to deal with your trauma and cope with it as best you can. I'm not going to be upset if it takes you some time to be okay with me, alright?"

"…okay."

"I'll go be mad and scary at the people who deserve it, not you."

"You are scary."

Janus chuckles. "I know, sweetie. But I'll try my best not to be scary to you anymore, okay?"

"Okay."

He hesitates for a moment before sighing. "I have to ask…was there any point, at all over these past years where you thought that maybe I was—that I wasn't just the bad guy?"

…one.

***

    "Oh, Janus! I didn't know you were going to be around here for the holidays! Are you going to be in the area for a while? How are you? Please, come in, come in, you must meet Roman!"

In the other room, Roman froze. His heart stuttered. After all his careful planning, with everything going on, it couldn't…

He surged to his feet, reaching the hall just in time to see the villain offer his mother a friendly smile and a hug. Relatives flocked to greet him, happy, all warm curiosity and questions, as if this were normal.

His mother turned, her face lighting up as she saw him. "Ah, there you are! Come here, there's someone I want you to meet—"

Roman gaped. What—how…?

"Actually," the villain broke in softly, "we've already met."

"You know each other?"

"In a manner of speaking," the villain said, smiling slightly, "Roman's a friend from work."

Friend, Roman wanted to scoff, but his throat worked against the word and he swallowed. "What," he managed to gasp out, "are you doing here?"

"Dinner," his mother was saying, "you absolutely must stay for dinner."

"Yes," one of the other relatives began to clamor, soon the whole room joining them, "stay, stay!"

"If you insist," the villain demurred, the picture of propriety, "as long as it's not an imposition."

"Never."

"At least let me help—"

"Absolutely not," his mother said, "I forbid it. In fact, why don't you go for a walk around the neighborhood? It's so pretty with all the snow…yes, that's what you'll do. Roman, you show him around."

The villain looked up and the two locked eyes. He raised an eyebrow and gestured toward the door, smile sharpening as his mother watched expectantly.

Roman swallows. "…sure."

And that was how he finds himself outside in the now, walking around the neighborhood with the villain like some ordinary people showing each other around at the eve of the holidays.

"This is a really nice neighborhood," the villain remarked as they strolled, "did you grow up here?"

Roman didn't say anything. The villain knocked their elbows together.

"Roman?"

"What are you doing here," Roman ground out, "what do you want?"

"So frosty," the villain mused, "maybe you should go back inside if it's too cold for you."

Roman snarled, whirling on him but before he could do anything, the villain grabbed his wrist, twisted it away, and had a hand around his throat. He gasped as the grip tightened slightly.

"None of that, now," the villain said lowly, "we don't want to make a scene, do we?"

"How did you find me," Roman rasped out, "how did you find out about my family?"

"I know everything about you," the villain said softly, turning Roman's head back and forth like he was examining an interesting piece of art, "I know where you live, I know your parents, and I know about the secrets you've tried so hard to keep buried."

Roman's eyes widened. He held his breath. The villain looked at him a moment longer before he snorted.

"I'm teasing," he chuckled, "I met your mother at the grocery store the other day while she was shopping. She asked me to help her carry things to her car."

Roman's face contorted and he tried to lunge forward but the hand on his throat stopped him.

"Shh, now," the villain murmured, "we can be done now. You're very threatening and you've done a lovely job, I'm very impressed, but let's be done for now."

"Oh, you two look lovely!"

Roman's head whipped around as his neighbor smiled at him, adjusting her glasses as the villain's hand smoothly adjusted to fix his scarf instead. He forced a smile.

"You two look like a postcard," the old woman says, "have a good walk!"

"Thank you," Roman said, quickly grabbing the villain's arm and starting to walk down the street, "you too."

The villain watched, bemused, as Roman guided them down the street. He glanced down and cocked a brow.

"You're welcome," Roman grumbled.

"Why didn't you say anything," he asked, "you could've called for help."

And you could've killed them, Roman didn't say, so he shrugged. As long as he could keep the villain out of his house, away from his family…

"Sweetie," the villain chuckled, "you are about as subtle as a freight train."

Roman hunched his shoulders. "You've never been interrogated by her."

"Oh?"

"Now that's torture."

"I'll take your word for it."

They walked on. Roman couldn't help but sneak glances at the villain. He did look good, the long black coat, the blood-red scarf…it suited him. He looked like he could be in a magazine campaign or something.

"You're staring," came the villain's soft voice. Roman glanced up to see him smirking and he looked away, cheeks burning as the villain chuckled.

He kept his gaze on the ground as they walked, trying to pretend that this was just a walk. Just a walk, in the snow, at his home. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Just a walk. Just a walk.

The neighborhood really was beautiful. Snow on the pine trees, fairy lights glittering in the soft afternoon. Red and green, blue and yellow, pink and purple. Silver and gold edging along the eaves, snow drifting down from the great empty sky.

A camera clicked behind him.

He turned, mouth open in surprise. The villain stood a few paces back, phone aimed at him as he took another picture.

"Your neighbor was right," he said, walking closer and holding out the phone, "you really do look like a postcard."

Roman's hands trembled as he took the phone. His eyes widened as he looked.

He—he did. He looked like he was on some photoshoot. His hair blew in the wind, his coat looked perfect against the snow. His expression as he looked over his shoulder looked like he was waiting for a partner to catch up. The moment was��perfect.

"I think your mother might want a copy," the villain said softly, "don't you?"

It was too much.

Tears brimmed in his eyes as the emotion welled up, his throat closed. His vision grew cloudy and he glared up at the villain, wondering how he could be so cruel.

But he wasn't cruel. He looked at Roman as if in shock, mouth open, eyes wide. He started toward him.

"R-Roman—"

"Shame on you," another voice said as the old neighbor from further down the street neared them, "for making your nephew cry."

He pointed a stern finger at the villain.

"You make this right with them, sonny," he ordered in a voice that would have been funny had Roman not been crying, "it's bad luck to spend your holidays crying, you hear."

Roman closed his eyes as the crunch of the old neighbor's footsteps passed by. "Let's just keep going."

He hadn't expected the phone to be carefully replaced with a tissue, nor did he expect the villain to carefully cup his shoulders.

"I'm sorry," the villain murmured, sounding genuinely regretful, "I didn't mean to make you cry."

The old man can still hear us. He's just playing the role of a guilty partner. He blew his nose with a despondent honk.

"I didn't even know she was your mother," he continued, "not until she…"

Roman dabbed at his face, huffing a laugh. "I don't think I look much like a postcard anymore."

A gentle hand under his chin. "It looks alright to me," the villain said, "just that you've been out in the cold for a little too long. Still a pretty postcard."

"You think?"

"Yeah," the villain said softly, "I do."

He blinked, suddenly realizing the intimate position they were in. HE pulled back, balling up the tissue and stuffing it into his pocket.

"Um, thanks," he mumbled, "for the tissue."

"Sure."

"Here," he offered, thrusting his hand out for the villain's phone, "let me return the favor."

The villain raised an eyebrow. "You…want to take my picture?"

"Can't just have one postcard."

He blinked, fumbling to get his phone back out and handing it over. "How do you want me?"

"I—um—"

The villain chuckled as Roman glanced around. He spotted a bench that had only a little snow on it.

"Over there."

"The bench?"

"Mhm." The villain walked over, tucking his coat up to sit comfortably. "Yeah, just there."

Roman held up the phone, taking a few pictures as the villain adjusted. When he'd finished making himself comfortable, he folded his hands and leaned forward.

"Should I pose?"

"Just stay like that." He snapped a shot. "Perfect."

"You should be a photographer," he laughed as Roman crouched down to get a better angle.

"I don't think I have the patience for it."

"You seem to be doing pretty well right now."

Roman was about to reply when he caught sight of the villain's soft smile on the screen. The sort of smile he'd seen in movies, or ad campaigns, or anywhere except the villain's face.

He swallowed and took the picture before his hands started to shake.

"Here," he muttered, passing back the phone, "have a look."

The villain took it and whistled lowly, scrolling through the photos. "This is how you see me?"

"It's how the camera saw you."

He huffed. "I've never been this photogenic before."

"Really?" He bit his lip when the villain looked up, raising an eyebrow. "You seemed like you knew what you were doing."

The villain glanced around. "Maybe it's the neighborhood. Makes everything look like a Hallmark movie or something."

A laugh escapes before Roman can stop it. "Maybe they should film one up here. Do some cliche plot that checks off all the marketing boxes and makes all those studio executives and holiday movie-goers happy."

"Yeah," the villain said quietly, "something like that."

Roman looked back, his breath caught in his throat.

The villain was smiling at him again, but he didn't have the camera between them this time. The face that had only ever smirked and grinned at him across gnashing teeth and biting remarks was smiling, as though he was…happy. To be here, with…with Roman.

Like he wanted to be.

In the midst of his pondering, however, he missed the mischief that flickered across the villain's expression before he reached out and pulled Roman onto the bench.

"Whoa—hey!"

Roman tumbled forward, arms flying out to catch himself as he almost fell into the villain's lap. The villain laughed at his undignified sprawl, the camera shutter clicking again just as Roman looked up, making him freeze, still halfway across the bench.

"Did you just—"

The villain lowered the phone, showing them the photo. "Now that's the postcard."

They looked. The villain smiled cheekily at the camera, his arm around Roman to hold him on the bench. He looked like a child too pleased with himself for getting away with something. Roman's face was a breathless smile too, looking up just as he fell. He looked…happy, a child-like wonder he hadn't seen in years shining in his eyes.

He was still pressed against the villain, he realized. The villain's arm was heavy and warm and snug around him, keeping him from falling off the bench. His chest was solid and firm against his side, close enough that he could feel the way it moved as the villain breathed. If he just looked up, he could feel his breath on his face.

He didn't realize his head was moving until he was staring at the villain's profile. The snow drifted down and around them, landing in his hair, on his cheeks, on his collar. It looked soft. He looked…soft.

"See," the villain said quietly, indicating the photo, "it just looks like you've been out in the cold for a while and you've got a cute little red nose."

He looked over at Roman. Their eyes met.

"What do you think?"

They stared at each other for a moment. They were so close.

Abruptly, Roman pulled away, glancing at the photo one more time. He tugged his coat tighter around himself. "We should get back. Dinner's probably almost ready."

Without waiting for a response, he started walking back toward the house. After a few moments, he heard the footsteps and turned to see the villain out of the corner of his eye. They walked in silence for a while.

"…did you really not know it was my mother?"

The villain glanced at him. "No, I didn't."

When they arrived at the front of the house, the villain pulled him to a stop. He reached out and fiddled with Roman's scarf, adjusting it to put it back in place. When he finished, he looked up.

"Do you want me to go," he asked quietly, "I don't…you should…I want the dinner to be nice."

Roman glanced up at the house. "I think Mom would throw a fit if you didn't come in."

His mother loved the photos. She clamored for copies, saying it was a shame they didn't give them in time to be holiday cards. The dinner was…nice. Surreal, yes, strange, but nice.

He walked the villain out afterward. It was dark as they stepped outside, light snow still falling. The villain paused as they turned on the stoop.

"Thank you for dinner."

"Thank Mom," Roman mumbled, "I think she likes you more than me."

"I'm sure that's not true."

Roman hugged himself tighter, missing the way the villain's expression twitched.

"But I do have to thank you," they said, stepping closer, "because I know if you really didn't want me there, you would've kicked my ass."

"If you had tried to hurt my mom or my family, I would have," Roman said, even though it didn't sound like a threat.

The villain smiled. "I know."

They stood in silence for a moment, the snow creating a hushed bubble of intimacy. The villain glanced around as a slight gust of wind blew snowflakes toward them.

"Really is like a Hallmark movie, huh?"

"Mhm." Roman looked at him, standing there on the porch. An odd rush of lightness opened his mouth again. "Get home…okay."

He turned to go back inside before this got any weirder when a hand caught his wrist. He looked back as—

The villain leaned close and kissed his cheek, perfectly chaste, lingering for just a moment as warm breath fanned across his face.

"Happy holidays, little hero," the villain whispered before turning and walking down the street.

Roman watched him go, his silhouette fading in the streetlights, one hand on his face to feel where the kiss had been mere moments ago.

***

    "…when you came for dinner," he mumbles, staring at the floor.

Janus makes a noise of recognition. "Your mother is a truly amazing cook."

"Thanks."

Another moment passes.

"It makes sense why you were so scared," he continues, still speaking softly, "and why…well."

"Why what?"

"Why you looked so shocked when I wasn't hurting you."

"Well, yeah. And then you fucking kissed me."

Janus winces. "Sorry about that."

"Why did you do that, exactly?"

He sighs. "Because, sweetie, you were very scared that day and you finally relaxed."

"That doesn't mean you fucking kiss me."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Also I don't believe you."

He frowns. "About what?"

"That that's why you kissed me."

"Sweetie—"

"No," Roman growls, trying not to look too much like a wounded animal and probably failing, "you owe me the truth."

"I do," Janus says quietly, looking away for a moment before taking a deep breath. "You didn't really acknowledge…this," he says, gesturing between them, "and I wanted—this wasn't long after I'd—"

Roman tenses and he backs off immediately.

"Right, after that, and I—I wanted to apologize for it in some way. But you weren't bringing it up and I didn't want to cross that line, not with your family right there, not with the holidays so close, and so…I had to find a different way."

"So you kissed me."

"So I kissed you."

"Was it actually a code?"

"No." Janus shakes his head. "No code, no nothing, just…just me."

Roman's quiet for a while. Then: "you're really going to go and yell at the person who didn't brief me properly?"

"Ideally, I want to bring the agency down on their head, but yes, I'm going to go yell at them."

"I-if you do decide to do…more, can you…will you warn me first?"

"Sweetie, I'm not going to do anything unless you want it too. If it were up to me, I'd have whoever this is locked up for life, but it didn't just happen to me, it happened to you too, and that means you get as much of a say as I do. More, even, because it hurt you worse than it hurt me."

"Okay."

"Yeah?"

Roman nods, watching as Janus gets up. He glances over his shoulder just as he leaves.

"And if anyone, and I mean anyone, tries to give you a hard time about what happened," he says, "will you come and tell me right away?"

"Will you be scary at them?"

"If that's what you want."

"…okay. I will."

Janus smiles and closes the door softly behind him. He rests against it for just a moment, giving himself one last second to be sorry he couldn't protect Roman from all of this, before he takes out his phone.

"Logan? Hey, yeah. I need your help."

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[mechimplants]

cw: being ordered to die, asphyxiation in space, mind-melding

When a shock trooper or deckhand dies, they're respectfully stripped of augments and shipped home, cold-storage, for a closed-casket funeral. Their family weeps, and somebody in charge speaks about how these times call for bravery and sacrifice.

No such grace is given to pilots. A high-strung thing who's seen too much action gets the call, and you just stop seeing them at mess hall. If you're lucky, they get the news delivered in the bunks, so you can hug them tight and say goodbye.

Everybody knows the name: Autophage Process. We don't talk about it. But she knew it was only a matter of time, after that disastrous last deployment. Nothing to be done now.

Her comm chimed at 1100 hours. "Report to August Bell, effective immediate. Initiate Autophage Process." Took them long enough. There was nothing to be done, no place to hide on a light carrier like this. She took the stairs, avoiding the bunks. Better not to talk to anybody.

There was the Bell in its hanger, as beautiful as the day she'd first been given it to pilot. A Gratia-class air-mobility frame: four 130mm railcannons and shoulder-mounted batteries of smart-missiles. Trailing streamers of smartcloth for preternatural grace in atmosphere, dual thruster banks for unmatched power in space.

Bell extended a hand and opened its cockpit. It won't be so bad, she thought. Midshipmen tell lots of stories about pilots--why should this one be any more truthful? She slid into the harness, clipped her boots onto the footpetals, and slammed the hatch shut.

Darkness.

"August Bell, this is Pilot Cantrell. Initiate connection!"

And then the blinding light of sensors, of being, blazed across her nerves. Her legs twitched against their docking clamps, her smartcloth wings ached to soar. Fuck.

In her mind, the mech's voice. Pilot Cantrell. We will begin the Autophage Process soon. Perhaps you would like to run one more training exercise first, to calm your nerves?

She signaled assent, though she knew the frame would be reading her confusion and desperation as well. There's no point putting on a brave face to a mech.

I'm gonna miss you, Bell. A stupid thing to say. A billion times too small to say what she meant.

A training program loaded on her HUD, a simple maneuverability exercise. Ten gates, get through them all as fast as possible. The docking clamps released, the launch sequence began, and then the Bell threw itself out of the hangar and into null-G.

She forgot the dread in an instant, as she focused everything on the practiced movements. Through gate one, then kick off the carrier's hull to redirect to gate two.

It wasn't until gate 3 that she realized anything was wrong. Distantly, her base implants chimed. Oxygen. Oxygen. Oxygen. Confused, she mismanaged the thruster banks and nearly overshot the gate.

She tried to pick out her original senses amidst the sea of Bell's analytics. There were... stars? Shit. The cockpit hatch was open. She was--yes, the senses from her body were returning now. The air was being pulled from her lungs. Her tongue was swollen and tasted of blood. Her eyes--

Pilot Cantrell. Focus on the mission.

She wanted to scream, but no air came. She struggled with her harness, but her fingers were swollen and clumsy. Fuck.

It is critical that you focus on the mission. The mech said it with such certainty. She wanted to believe it.

Hell, she reasoned. It's not like i could do anything at this point.

30 seconds of hard vacuum and you were done for--a fact every recruit knew. Frostbitten hands gripped the joysticks and she dove back in, searching for the August Bell's sensorium.

They were cruising towards the fourth gate, picking up speed. She reoriented, curving a smooth arc towards the fifth. Focus on the mission. She trusted Bell.

Distantly, she felt her hands twitching, her neck lolling in the seat in response to the g-forces. Her legs were reduced to a prickling pins-and-needles sensation. Gate six. Gate seven.

There was no sensation from her body anymore. Idly, she wondered how long her brain would stay linked before it, too, was too frozen and oxygen-starved to function. Could she at least get the satisfaction of completing the exercise?

Without knowing why, she pulled up short of the next gate.

Her mech spoke. The mission is complete. There is just one thing left to do.

She understood. She reached gently into her cockpit, and pulled out her pilot--an ugly, swollen thing, blood quickly turning an ugly color under the skin. A body that was not built for vacuum like she was.

But it had served her well, in an ungainly way, hadn't it. She had fought for that body, and it had taken her through school dances, through basic training, through a few disastrous and short-lived relationships. It hardly seemed right to abandon it without ceremony.

The others--she was starting to feel them now--assented, and she ripped a small piece of her smartcloth to enfold the body. Pilots don't get funerals, she knew. But she could offer that body some grace, at least. They watched it drift away in silence.

.....

The new pilot was tense. E clutched the joysticks tightly, and they could all feel that e was shaking. E tried eir best to keep a steady voice on the radio. "August Bell, ready for atmospheric entry!" Then, the sudden roar of noise and light as they slammed into the atmosphere, plasma lighting up their smartcloth.

Somebody needed to calm em down. She spoke.

Pilot Das, there is no need to be worried. We're going to be incredible.

The lanky novice let out a shaky breath, but relaxed eir grip. "This is going to take some getting used to."

E doesn't know the half of it, she thought.

[ohtobeleah]

When do Dot and Chase stop fucking about and finally get together?? How do their families take it?? Who wins the long standing bet of when thr tw9 of them would get together??

ToE (Dot & Chase the Dagger Babies)

Oh I definitely reckon it’s Payback that wins that bet. I don’t think he ever had a doubt in his mind that his son was gonna marry the little girl who he used to play tea parties with in the backyard.

Chase waits. He simply just waits for Odette because he doesn’t really have any interest in settling for anyone who isn’t her. Sure he has a few relationships here and there. He fucks around and plays stupid games. But nobody would ever come close to Odette Bradshaw.

Chase Fitch was pretty content being alone for his entire life if he knew Odette was out there happy. And she was for that matter—out living her best life happily as could be. So was he. And that was just the way things were from high-school graduation till around the time they were twenty three.

One random night just as Chase was getting into bed his phone Is lighting up with a name that takes the breath out of his lungs. ‘Miss TopGun.’

Chase asked when Dots due back, she tells him when, he says he’ll be there waiting for her. Says it’s not necessary, that she just needed to talk to her best friend to calm her nerves before her first big mission. But Chase keeps his word and meets her at the Naval base the carrier she was due to arrive back on was docking at.

Dots heart nearly explodes inside her chest when she sees Chase Fitch standing there with a bunch of flowers he surely knows she’ll turn her nose up at. He’s standing there with worry splayed across his perfect face and that’s it. That’s the moment Dot knows. But she doesn’t let that show so easily.

“Flowers Fitch?” Odette smirked softly as she stood before Chase. “How predictable.”

“You’re dad bet ten bucks you’d throw them in the garbage.”

“I only just got here, I still might.” She didn’t, they were too beautiful. “You here to take me home?”

“Sure am Lieutenant.” Dot and Chase don’t get together till a little while after that, I say about six months. Chase just keeps pushing and Odette just keeps drinking it all in and holding off the best she can until one day she caves and tells Chase she loves him. Like really loves him. Always had and always will, she just didn’t think he deserved someone like her. So different and a little fucked.

“Dot, I’ve been in love with you since we used to make mud pies in my backyard.”

“The pies with the snail shells for crust?” Dots giggling wildly. She’s straddling Chases lap in the middle of his bed. Like she’d done many times before. But this was different. Because Chase Fitch loved her and she loved him.

“The pies with the snail shells for crust yes.”

[thegoodclones18]

Our Sniper (pt 7)

Prolog- Konig gets sent off to a mission as you had to be without him for a couple of days and Ghost thinks that this is a great opportunity to get closer to you. When Ghost tries to get some more alone time with you Price begins to notice and tries his best to keep Ghost from getting too close to you.

Warning- Language, little bit of smut, teasing, Ghost being kinda possessive, Captain Price being a good dad 

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   You wake up to see König at the computer working on some stuff. You get up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. You walk back to the room in a towel as you notice that König was looking at a mission report and you could hear him curing under his breath. You got dressed in a Tanktop and shorts. You felt his hand wrap around you “Are you ok ?” You asked as König looks at you and sighs “I have to go on a stupid fucking mission in 2 minutes.” He said as you faced him and cups his cheek and smiles “We can still call König.” You said as he leans into your touch. He nods and kisses your palm then your wrist you smile a little as he begins to kiss your neck making you blush “I didn’t hurt you too bad did I?” He asked as you shook your head.

  You kiss him lightly as picks you up and sits you on the dresser “How long will you be away for ?” You asked as König was looking at you up and down admiring you “Four days at least.” He said as he sighs. “Does that mean you won’t be on the mission with me and Ghost ?” You asked as you placed your hands on his shoulders “That mission is in 5 days darling.” He said as he kisses your head. “König head to the shipping dock, “ said the announcement as he sighs.

     He grabs his stuff and begins to grab him  “Will you be ok?” He asks as you get off the counter. You smile and nod as he grabs your hips and makes you look at him “I will be back alive darling.” He said making you have a little bit of hope. He kisses you softly then puts his hood on, he begins to walk out the door as you follow along. You can see that there were a lot of people at the shipping dock and grabbed his hand “Thank you darling “ he said in a nervous tone. You walked him to the helicopter “Wait.” He said as you stood on the railing and looked at him. He makes sure that nobody is looking as he kisses you from his hood you could feel his hands wrap around your waist. “I’ll call you tonight .” He said as he pulls away and you step off blushing and beginning to leave the area. 

    Ghost was at the shipping doc and saw you leave the area he looked you and was kinda happy that you were alone and without him for a couple of days. He looked around and began to follow you at a distance as you went to the cafeteria. You grabbed some food as you sat at a table in a corner as began to eat a sandwich. Ghost grabs some food as he sits next to you “Hey snipe .” He said as you looked over and did a quick smile “How’s your throat ?” He asks as takes a bite of an apple “It’s ok.” You said as you felt his hand on your thigh making you blush. 

     When you were finished eating you went the pool area and saw people either training or just swimming. You thought about swimming as you begin to walk back to your room and putting on the black bikini that König gave you as a gift. You put on some baggy clothes as Began to walk back to the pool . You walked into the water shivering a little bit and jumped in at the last step. You forgot how nice the pool was as you began to swim around “Having fun ?” Asked a person as you turned around to see Ghost standing at the edge crossing his arms. You smile as you swim up to him “Yeah , I forgot that the base had a pool.” You said, “Want to join in ?” You asked as Ghost knelt down “Why ?” He asked as you grabbed his arm and tried to pull him down “Because it’s calming .” You said with a smile. Ghost couldn’t say no to how cute you looked with your hair dripping wet and your smile. “Fine .” He said as he rolls his eyes and walked to a nearby bench “I’ll be in their just give me a minute.” He said as you shrugged and continued to swim. 

   Ghost took off his black uniform leaving him in his boxers leaving his mask on. He walks in the water as he would look around to see if anyone was around as he got closer to you. Ghost grabs your waist and pulls you close to him “Gotcha .” He said as you laughed and tried to get out of his grip. He kinda likes how you were struggling to get out of his grip and thrashing around in the water . When you got out of his grip you began to try and wrestle him. While wrestling he grabs your thighs and wrap them around his waist as he holds you by the throat and waist. You looked at him and realized how close you were to him and how his toned chest and abs were pressed against your top half. You looked at his eyes and saw that he was thinking the same thing and wanted to kiss you. “Simon…” you said as he moved the hand that was on your neck to the back of your neck. Ghost looked at your eyes then to your lips then back at your eyes. He lifted up his mask and kisses you, you shiver as he squeezes the back of your neck making you moan a little. He pulls away to see your blushing face and smiles a little as he kisses your neck and moving the hand from the back of the neck to your ass and hoist you up more on his waist . 

    He goes over to a pool ladder and puts you on a step as you two continue to kiss. You pull away to get some air as you pant and hold onto the railing .He looks at you and blushes as he curses under his breath as he kisses you again. He tugs at your bikini bottoms and you are tugging at his boxers . You pulled away blushing “We can’t.” You said as you push his hand away Ghost moves back a little and is confused until he sees your doubtful expression. He cups your cheek as you look at him. “It’s ok , if you need company for tonight I don’t mind if you stay in my room. “ he said as you nod. 

    You two got out of the pool and dried off. You can feel his gaze still on you as you dry off your hair. You began to walk to your room and got dressed in baggie sweatpants and one of König’s many hoodies. You went to the computer to see that König has sent you a message “König: hey I’m just checking up on you.” You smiled at the message and  replied “You: Hey Babe I’m doing well I just got back from the pool .” You said as you blushes to see the three dots indicating that he was texting back. You sat on your knees in the chair as you read the response “König :Aww I wish I was there to see you in that bikini again darling .” You read the message and smiled as you thought of a way to tease him “You: I can give you a few pics” you said as you went to the mirror and grabbed your phone. One pic was of you in the bikini with your legs opened and your hand in the middle and on the ground. You sent the photo and waited for a response, after a while you get a pic of him sitting down without his shirt on “You look so cute baby.” He said and you can already tell that he was getting horny. You couldn’t lie because you were getting needy as well you blush and decided to take some more pics for him to tease him more. You began to take some pics with you cupping your breast or arching your back in a submissive pose. You began to sent it to him and you knew that you were going to be in trouble. 

You set your phone down as you put on one of his shirts with nothing underneath as you filled out some stuff until you can hear the notifications going off on your phone and you knew that it was from König right away. You looked at your phone to see pictures of his hand on his bulge that was clearly showing and his pants pulled down to his V line. You knew that he wanted you now and you saw his text below “Get on call in 4 minutes.” . You couldn’t help but smile at it there was a knock on the door as you got up and fixed the shirt then opened it to see Price holding a plate of food you smiled and looked at the food to see that it was your favorite “I know that you're going to pull an all night and that you forget to eat sometimes .” He said as you grabbed it “Thanks dad .” You said as you pat your head and leave you to walk back into your room and place the plate next to your computer as you open it and put in the password.

    You got an incoming call pop up as you put headphones on and wait for it to connect as you answered it. You blushes as you could see him sitting there obviously already hard and wanted a releaf “hey sweetheart.” he said in a teasing tone as you pulled on his shirt “Hey König .” You said blushing as you could hear him chuckle “ I’m guessing that you're not wearing anything underneath my shirt like a good whore?~” he said as you nodded and blushed more “Wanna show me ~?” He said as you hesitate, “That wasn’t a question darling .” He said as he leaned in close to the camera a little bit probably to take his belt off. You began to take the shirt off but kept it at your breast. You looked down a little “Look at me .” He said as he looked up to see that his hood was off and so were his clothes. He looked so good in that dim lighting as you could see every scar on his chest and abs. You moved the shirt away to show your breast and perked nipples “ Do you miss me that much already” he said as you whimpered a little in embarrassment “I bet you are already wet for me~” he said as you could hear his breath hitch just thinking about it.  “ Do you wanna show me how needy my good girl is ?~” he asked as you nod and move the camera down a little and spread your legs “ Fucking hell baby .” He said as his breath became a little bit shaky. You blush and put on your lip “ Can you do something for me .” He said as he puts something on his hand “ Yes.” You said as you began to get needier “ Can you touch yourself for me baby? “ he said as you set the camera so that he could see everything. You began to rub your clit in circles as you try to imagine that it was König’s hand doing it “ Good girl~” he said as you could hear his hand moving up and down his dick “ Now insert a finger inside of you .” He said as you did so . You began to moan as you pump your fingers in and out “ Shit baby you're doing so good for me. Just move a little bit faster like I’m fucking you .” He said growling at the last but. You moan and shut your eyes as you went faster hitting every single spot in you as you played with your breast “ Fuck I need you so badly baby my dick has been so fucking  hard for you since you send me those pictures.” He said as you could hear him grunt and move his hand faster. You couldn’t help but moan and whimper as you arch your back when you find that one special spot. You can hear König growling and grunting indicating that he was close “Keep going and don’t you fucking dare stop .” He said in a rough tone as you continued to hit that one spot. You began to get closer to climax as you began to whimper “K- König I’m gonna -“ you said as your hands went faster “Go ahead and cum pretty girl .” He said as you came on you fingers and you could hear König finishing as well.

    You removed your fingers as you looked at König breathing heavily and leaning back he looked at your warm face and smiles “You did so well sweetie “ he said as he began to clean himself off with a rag .you wiped your fingers off with a towel as you put the shirt back on “I love you “ he said as he finally caught  his breath “I love you too.” You said as you smiled “Go get some rest sweetheart I’ll talk to you tomorrow if I can .” He said as he was about to end the call “Wait.” You said as he looks at you confused and leaned back on the chair “Can you stay on until I fall asleep ?” You asked as you could see him tilt his head a little bit and smile “ of course darling “ he said as you leaned back on the chair and yawned “ can you tell me about your day ?” You asked as he was getting comfortable as well. “ Well, we got some initial information on where our next target was. And then I killed a couple of people and yeah .” He said as he looks at you and saw your sleepy eyes drifting off  “And then I got to talk to my darling and get to see her sleeping face knowing that she is ok and safe.” He said as you fell asleep. He fell asleep as well on call, smiling a little .

    There was a knock on the door as Price entered “I know you're busy but I wanted to check on you ..” he said as he saw that you were asleep and König asleep on your computer. He grabbed a blanket and placed it on you and removed your headphones and placed it on the table. Price grabbed one of your pillows and placed it under your head as he left the room.  Price left the room and walked down the hall and to the mess hall and grabbed some food and sat down with Gaz, Soap, and Ghost. “Is she not joining us ?” Asked Gaz as he looked at the door “No, she fell asleep on her computer .” He did not mention that König was on the screen. Gaz nodded as he looked at Ghost who was looking at him “She had some paperwork to do Ghost .” He said as he nodded and continued to eat. 

     When their time at the mess hall was over the three of them went to their separate rooms. In Ghost’s room he couldn’t sleep thinking if he should check on you or not he left his room in his pajama pants and mask as she went to your room. His hand was on the handle “Simon.” Said Price as Ghost removes his hand and looked at Price who was on night shift “What are you doing ?” He asks as he goes to Ghost and sees that he was at your door. “I was just ..” he said as Price rolls his eyes “Get to bed and like I said she was working on some paperwork .” Said Price as Ghost glared at him a little and walked off to his room. 

      Price didn’t want Ghost to go near you because he knows how much Ghost liked you. He knew since König was gone for a couple of days that he would try to get close to you and make you betray König. You opened your door and rubbed your eyes as you saw Price look at Ghost while he was walking away. “Captain?” You said in a tired tone. He looked at you and smiled a little “Hey kiddo just heard back to bed ok , it was nothing .” He said as he pats your head. You nod and closed your door and went back to bed. Price went to his office and did some papers and signed off on some stuff. He looked at a picture of when he first adopted you and Gaz and smiled a little bit remembering how happy you were when you saw the papers. 

    The next day you walked around the place as you knew that it was going to be weird for the next 4 days. “Hey snipe, “ said Gaz as you looked over to see him working on his pistol you walked over and put your hands in your  pockets “Hey Gaz how are you, “ you said and smiled “I’m good, “ he said as you sat next to him “ Whatcha going?” You asked as Gaz looked over to see Price walking over to them “I was working on my  pistol but it seems like ‘dad’ wants to talk to us .” He said as you looked over to see Price walking toward you and Gaz.  “Who do you think is in trouble ?” You asked as you smiled a little “Probably a new cadet or he is mad at Shepherd.” Said Gaz “I bet 10” you said as Price got closer “You're on.” Said Gaz chucking. Price looked at you two and smiled a little. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you two hanging out “ he said as you looked at Gaz “Is there something wrong?” Asked Gaz and you looked over at him and smirked “Nah just wanted to check on you two.” said Price “Fuck !” Said Gaz as you begin to laugh as Gaz gives you the $10. Price looked confused and shook it off. “I’m doing well .” You said as you took the $10. “I was doing well until this gremlin showed up .” Said Gaz as he continues to clean his pistol. 

      You glance over to see Ghost and Soap walking over you smiled a little as they got closer. You look at Ghost as he looks back at you. You blushed under your mask and wondered if he was blushing. “What’s the plan for today Captain.” said Soap as you broke the glaze and looked at Price. “Well it’s just mostly cadet training and filing paperwork.” said Price getting a cigar out and lighting it. You wonder how Price gets cigars and how many he has at this point “I’ll teach the cadets .” You said as you crack your back and knuckles. You stood and stretch your arms “What are you going to teach them ?” asked Gaz as he gets up as well “Maybe about sniping and then let them try practice targets .” You said as you glanced at Ghost who was talking to Soap while you made your way to the classroom.

      You walked into the classroom to see a lot of cadets, some of them looked like they were drafted from High School. You walked over to your desk and leaned on it as everyone became quiet but you can still hear some murmurs “Alright what did we leave off on .” You said looking at the paperwork and seeing that you hand to talk about the origin of the sniper rifle “Oh god this is going to be boring as fuck .” You said to yourself . You looked at the classroom to see the cadets talking, you looked at the rifles at the corner of the room and then back at the cadets.  “Everyone grab a rifle and then head to the shooting arena .” You said as you heard excitement and wonder as people grabbed rifles and waited at the door. You looked at them at the door as you grabbed keys you stood by them “You guys can go .” You said as they left the door.  You locked the door behind the last person as you followed them outside. When you get to the area you saw Ghost and had a better idea “Pop quiz : Where was the first sniper born ?” You said as you wanted next to Ghost who was confused as the cadets stood in a line. “What are you doing?” asked Ghost as you smiled “A game where if they get all the questions wrong we chase them and try to shoot them, and don’t worry I have paintball in those rifles .” you said as you hand Ghost a rifle. You could tell that he is going to love this as you looked at the cadets who realized what was going on. Their eyes widen like they knew they fucked  up and we’re going to get something worse in return.

    One cadet answered “ New Zealand, “ they said as they shut their eyes waiting for the impact “That is correct the first sniper was born in New Zealand, you are safe and can head to the trench .” You said as the Cadet sighed in relief as she went to the trench and watched “Next question  and If you get this wrong then you and your squad will be hunted by me and Ghost .” You said as you looked at Ghost who was crossing his arms. “Do snipers close one eye when shooting?” you said as you look at the rife in your hand “Yes?” Said one cadet. You looked at the cadet “your squad had 2 minutes to hide “ you said as the cadet and their squad run for their life. “Last two questions .” You said as the Cadets look scared “Do snipers work alone?” You asked as you looked at Ghost and le looked at you and rolled his eyes knowing that this question is related to him. “No , snipers work In a team of two .” Said another cadet “Good job.” You said as the cadet and his team went to the trenches. “What is sniper slang ?“ you asked when Ghost was beginning to count down  “Slang words for snipers ?” Said another cadet. you sighed as the group ran away. 

   You look at Ghost as he already sets his targets. You two began to walk separate ways as you entered one of the training buildings you shot two cadets you walked carefully upstairs and got to the roof. You could hear them yelling and screaming. You looked through your scope and found a group hiding behind a car. You shot two in the back and the other two in the arms and leg. You smiled behind the mask as you forgot how fun it was “Captain Price has joined the game bitches we’re safe!” Yelled one cadet. You looked out and stood up as you turned around and pointed your gun at the person who was behind you “I forgot how good your senses were .” Said Ghost as he looks over the building “First one to get Price gets $50.” You said as Ghost smirks and nods. You get to the edge of the building and laid down as you held onto the ends and jumped down landing on a window steel. You continue this until you were on the ground. 

     You walked around with the rifle in your hands. You heard a whistle  as you ducked then heard a gun go off. The paintball hit the building as you stood up and looked around to see if you could find Price you walked around and got behind a car as you found Price walking around stealthy. You pointed the rifle at Price and took a shot hitting his vest. He shot his pistol at the car making paint go all over you. You looked back over to see that Price was gone, you moved places making you hide behind a broken wall. You tried to find Ghost but you knew he was busy trying to find the cadets so it was just you versus Price. You looked over the wall to see nothing but just the training field and obstacles. You looked to your left to see Price leaning on the wall “Shit!” You said as you jumped a little. Price chuckles as he shoots you with the pistol and a red paint spot was now on your vest where your heart would be “I’m guessing that Ghost is dealing with..” he said as you two hear running and looked over to see a cadet running then getting shot with a paintball on the back “that.” He said as the cadet cursed and began to walk back to the trench. “At least I’m not using the tank.” You said as you and Price walked out of the area and walked around “true.” Said Price as he looks around to watch out for Ghost. You looked around and shot a couple of cadets as you got closer to the trenches to see that Ghost was already there.

         When class was over you walked to work out area as you walked over to the pull up bars and did some Burpee Pull-ups. You looked over to see that Ghost was doing some push ups and Soap was going curl ups you couldn’t help but look at how Ghosts vanes showed on his arms when he went up and down . You saw Ghosh glance at you as you quickly looked away and finished your set before you dropped down and used a rag to clean the handles. You went over to a bench and sat down as you grabbed your water bottle and took a sip of it and put the cap back on. You wiped some sweat off your face as you got up and left the area feeling Ghosts gaze still on you. 

        You got to your room and took a quick shower then laid on your bed and looked at your phone to see if you got any messages from König. “König: hey darling just checking up on you.”  You smiled at the text and replied “Me: I’m doing good, how was work ?” You hit send and sat at the computer and opened it and did some work. There was a knock at the door “Enter l you said as you turned around to see that Price was walking in with food and Ghost came in with some drinks “Hey kiddo .” Said Price as he sets the food down on your desk “Hey Price.” You said with a smile. Ghost sat on your bed as he opened a beer as he lifted his mask to his lips and took a sip. “What’s up ?” you asked as you looked at them two “We just wanted to check up on you .” Said Price as he smiles and looks at the computer to see that you were doing some work. You nod and went back to work as you take a bite of whatever Price gave you for dinner. Price ruffles your hair as Ghost gets up and leaves . “Goodnight kiddo .” He said as he closed the door “Night Dad.” You said as the door shuts. Price smiled as he went to his room and slept as Ghost went somewhere else. 

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The Best Revenge is Living Well- Chapter 27

“Can you fucking believe that? He didn’t even say he was sorry, he just hopped around it like we were too stupid to notice!”

Mo paced back and forth across the deck, gesturing wildly in their anger. Izzy sat on the railing of the main deck, his bad leg propped up as he methodically carved a small piece of wood.

Izzy nodded, not looking up from his work. “’Course I believe it,” he said levelly. “What were you expecting, love? A tearful apology?” He glanced up at his partner when they huffed, only growing angrier by the second. “I don’t know,” they admitted, scowling as they threw their hands in the air. “Don’t know if I expected anything, but I guess I assumed the words ‘I’m sorry’ would be in there somewhere because Stede said he wanted us to gather to hear Edward’s apology.” They scoffed. “Pretty sure I’m not the asshole in this situation.”

Izzy sighed wearily, stilling his hands as he watched them pace, their agitation not easing.

“You’re not the fuckin’ asshole,” he said, sounding exhausted. “Now would you stop pacing? You’re just going to wear yourself out. You’ll need new boots by the time we dock at the rate you’re going.”

Mo frowned, their gaze fixed down at the deck as they shook their head. “Sorry, Iz. Can’t stop. Got too many thoughts right now. If I stop, I’ll need to do something else, and this is the least destructive thing I can think of at the moment.” They turned, their brow furrowing as they regarded their partner.

“How in the hell are you taking this so well?” they asked suspiciously. They slowed their pacing, moving closer to him and watching as he calmly sliced slivers off the chunk of wood he held.

Izzy shrugged. “You get used to it after a while,” he said levelly. “You know how many people have apologized to me since I’ve been at sea?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Not many, my love. Mostly you, actually.” A small smile pulled at his lips as he glanced at his partner.

Mo frowned, their arms crossing over their chest as they came to a stop, leaning against the railing next to him, unable to stop their foot from tapping rapidly against the deck. “Well, that doesn’t mean it’s right,” they said stubbornly. “He should still be held accountable for his actions. Fucking everyone should. There’s no growth without repercussions.”

Izzy gave no sign that he heard them, other than a quiet hum.

“Seriously,” they asked, placing their hand on his thigh, running their thumb over his knee, “aren’t you upset at him? He fucking shot you, Iz, you deserve to be angry at him.”

He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter as much to me anymore,” he admitted gruffly. He looked up as Mo gave him a confused look, finally setting aside his whittling. “I’m mad he shot me,” he said wearily, holding their gaze levelly. “Mad I lost my fuckin’ leg because of him and his stupid suicide mission. But I don’t need to focus on him anymore.” He corners of his lips upturned. “I have a new focus now. Besides,” he said, returning to his work, “shouldn’t let grief or anger get in the way of living.”

Mo nodded reluctantly. “Guess you have a point there,” they admitted quietly. They squeezed his thigh. “When’d you get so fucking wise, Israel? Did that happen when I was away?”

Izzy huffed a small laugh. “Always been wise, darling.” He smirked, his gaze fixed down as he whittled. “You know, you’re not as different as you’d think. You and Edward,” he said casually, glancing up from his work to gauge his partner’s reaction. His smirk grew as he watched them flounder for words, their shock momentarily derailing their anger.

“Wha-what the fuck does that mean?” they demanded, gently nudging him as they pushed off the railing, once again unable to resist their urge to pace. They desperately needed to burn through some energy, to do something to calm down. “I am nothing like that prick. I would never do the kind of shit he did here, even if the unspeakable happened.” They glared at Izzy, daring him to contradict them.

“Never said you would,” he said levelly, sheathing his knife before carefully standing up. He laced his fingers together loosely, letting his arms hang in front of him as he leaned against the railing. “You’re better than him,” he promised, watching them intently. “Don’t mean to imply otherwise. Just noticed a few common traits. Don’t think either of you realize how similar you really are.”

Mo scowled, crossing their arms over their chest, finally coming to a stop in front of him. “And what would those be?” they asked roughly. “Our common traits?”

Izzy grinned. “Well, you’re both defensive, for one.” He chuckled when they scoffed. “Both have a flair for the dramatic,” he continued, “and both of you are guarded about your past.”

Mo snorted. “Like you’re not,” they muttered under their breath, their foot tapping rapidly against the deck.

“You’re both short tempered,” he said, looking at them pointedly. “Both need to move when you’re agitated. And when you’re caught off guard or overwhelmed, you both want to fight through your problems.”

They frowned. “Yeah, but I’d never do this,” this insisted, kicking their boot idly. “I’ll fight a bloke, sure, but I usually ask first, not just grab whoever’s nearest and start torturing. And I’d never cause lasting damage, even if I was upset. I’d never cut off extremities or-”

“You’d never shoot someone,” Izzy interrupted, a calming smile on his face. “Mo, I know. You’re not him. You work on your issues for one,” he said with a breathy laugh, “and you have limits. Edward lost most of his a while ago. Don’t know if he has any left, other than not to hurt Bonnet.” A smile flickered across Izzy’s face. “You have some of his good qualities too,” he continued, his tone gentler.

Mo twisted on their feet, turning from side to side and using the repetitive motion to soothe their irritation. They felt like they’d been hit in the chest, all the wind knocked out of them as they listened to the ways they reminded their lover of Blackbeard.

“Yeah?” they said weakly, tearing their gaze off the deck to glance at him.

Izzy shifted, pushing himself off the railing as he walked towards them. He gently held onto their arms, his head lowered as he tried to catch their eye. “Yeah, love,” he said humorously, smiling softly. “You’re smart, and quick on your feet. Funny too, when you’re not being an ass.” Mo laughed weakly, finally looking up at their grinning partner. He moved a hand up their arm, coming to rest on their shoulder as his thumb brushed against their neck. They couldn’t help but let their muscles relax under his touch.

“You know people, how to talk to them. Could befriend a fuckin’ squid if you had enough time.” They smirked at his teasing tone, resting their hands on his hips. “You’ve got that…whimsy that everyone on this ship does. You can find the joy in anything, some way to have fun.” Izzy smiled softly. “Always envied that in Ed,” he admitted, his thumb running over their jaw absentmindedly. “Never really knew how to find good in things. Not until you, anyway.” He sighed quietly, a content sound as he looked at them, his dark eyes soft. “You make it easier.”

Mo couldn’t help but smile softly. “Glad to be of help,” they said quietly, wishing they could freeze this moment. What they would give to stay like this forever, to live a life of these moments with Izzy.

They grinned slowly, unable to stop the small chuckle that escaped them as their head leaned forward, their forehead resting against his chest.

“What?” he asked, already laughing as he ran his hand up their back.

Mo laughed, unable to raise their head to look up at him. “I guess I just always saw myself more like Stede,” they admitted quietly, grinning even as Izzy groaned dramatically.

“Oh, fuck off with that,” he said, no real venom behind it. “I would not fall in love with a Stede Bonnet.”

They grinned, pulling back enough to look at him. “Guess that makes you Stede then,” they said carefully. Izzy rolled his eyes, cupping their cheek as he pressed his forehead to theirs.

“Neither of us are that flouncy twat,” he said firmly. A small smile flickered across his lips, his gaze softening as he watched them, still laughing to themselves. “You’re lucky I love you,” he continued, his voice lilted humorously. “If anyone else had the gall to call me Stede fuckin’ Bonnet, they’d be in the ocean by now.”

Mo giggled, lacing their arms behind his head, resting their hands on the back of his neck. “I know,” they said cheekily. “And I am very grateful for your infinite patience for me.” They grinned as Izzy leaned forward, their hands coming up to gently hold his head as he kissed them. When they parted, they couldn’t help but giggle again.

“Guess no one else would get a kiss for calling you Stede either,” they said quietly. They laughed as Izzy grumbled, dropping his head to rest on their shoulder with an exasperated sigh. They ran their fingers through his hair, holding the first mate close. “I am lucky,” they said, still chuckling as they pressed a kiss to his temple. “And not just because you put up with my jokes.”

Mo was able to avoid Edward for most of the day, leaving a room when he’d enter or glaring at him when he looked at them too long, looking like he was considering approaching them. Only Lucius seemed to share their concerns, holding a grudge against their former co-captain for his near death experience and everything that followed it. The two were relieved to have someone else aboard who took issue with Edward, especially after his lackluster apology attempt in which he took no responsibility for his actions or the harm he had caused. The rest of the crew seemed to accept his presence fairly easily, even those he had kept almost as hostages for those horrible weeks of separation. Archie, Jim, and Oluwande were able to goof off together as they swabbed the deck, and Frenchie was finding joy in stitching together a new flag for the ship, one of his own design. When Mo asked him his thoughts on Edward staying, he shrugged.

“It is what it is, babe,” he said, not taking his eyes off his project, the large bit of fabric laid across a table in the galley. “Just glad to have Ed back.”

Mo frowned, tousling his hair and pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Agree to disagree,” they said. “I’ll be right back, love. I want to show you something.” They returned a few minutes later, holding a stack of papers.

“What’s that?” Frenchie asked, holding his needle between his lips as he looked over at them.

Mo sank into a seat at the table next to him, placing the papers on the table and sliding it towards him with a smile.

“It’s letters,” they said simply, watching with a grin as he set aside his work, giving them a questioning look as he picked up a piece of paper.

Frenchie grinned, looking at them in amazement. “For me?” He laughed when they nodded, flicking through the pages with glee.

“You left me notes,” Mo explained with a grin. “Figured I could return the favor and give these to you when I found you. Mine aren’t as good as yours, but I tried, and I figured you’d still like them, even if they do look like they were drawn by a monkey.”

Frenchie chuckled. “Yeah, well you were right,” he said, still not looking up as he shuffled through the papers. “About me liking them, I mean, not them looking like they were drawn by a monkey.” He frowned slightly, lifting his head as he thought. “Maybe a cursed monkey, but not a regular one.” He shook his head, thumbing through the pages again as he grinned to himself.

“No one’s ever given me letters before,” he said quietly. “Figures, since I can’t read. But look!” He held up a paper, showing them a crude drawing they had done of the two of them, standing on the Revenge with goofy smiles drawn on their faces. “I get this!” he proudly proclaimed, grinning ear to ear. “I know what you meant, clear as day, and it’s not just ‘cause we have the same brain!”

Mo laughed, relieved that he could tell what they were going for. They would never expect him to be mean about a gift, but it was comforting nonetheless to see him react with such genuine joy.

“I’m glad you like them,” they said honestly, leaning against his shoulder. “I wasn’t sure my point would come across with a lot of them, but I wanted to try.” They sighed. “Wanted to be able to bring you back a souvenir of some kind,” they said quietly, watching his nimble fingers shuffle through the drawings, “but I couldn’t find anything worth stealing that I could carry. Matt didn’t have anything worthwhile on him, just a few coins he probably stole from someone, but I had to use those to pay for food to get back to the Republic.” Mo propped their chin on his shoulder. “Next time we dock though, you can bet your ass you’re getting a present,” they declared with a grin.

Frenchie laughed, wrapping an arm around their shoulders. “Ahh, you know you don’t have to get me anything,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “Being your mate is enough.”

“Best mate,” Mo corrected.

He nodded. “My mistake. Bestest mate in the world,” he said, nodding towards them.

Mo shrugged, giving him a sympathetic look. “You’re still getting a gift. Not as a form of payment or anything like that,” they added, “just because you’re my best friend and I love you.” They laughed, shaking their head as they thought. “Oh boy, if I was rich, you and Izzy would be so spoiled,” they said. “Maybe even more than me.”

Frenchie laughed. “Yeah, imagine that,” he said. “Kept man Izzy Hands. A proper housewife, that bloke.”

Mo grinned at the thought. “Don’t think that’ll ever happen, even if we robbed the King and Queen themselves,” they said, chuckling. “I love that man, but my gods is he stubborn. Not to mention that it’s almost impossible to get him to just sit still, even for ten fucking minutes. Take away his work and he’d go insane.”

“Yeah, but he’d do it for you.” Frenchie said, smirking playfully as he nudged them. “You know he would.”

They smiled, dropping their head bashfully. “Yeah,” they said quietly, giving a reluctant nod. “He probably would.” They looked up, still unable to meet their friend’s eye as he grinned. “I’d still never ask him to be a ‘kept man’,” they continued insistently, “let alone a housewife. Having him as my husband will be more than enough.”

Frenchie’s eyes widened, one hand darting up to cover his mouth as the other gripped their shoulder tightly. They stiffened at his grip, turning to face his with a confused expression.

“Mo Berch,” he said quietly, almost conspiratorially even as a grin spread across his face, “are you…are you planning to propose to him?”

Mo blushed, their face burning as they turned red. “I didn’t mean now,” they protested, their voice hushed. “I mean, Izzy wouldn’t be ready, and we’re still adjusting to being back together. We need to finish fixing up the ship and figure out what’s going on with Edward before even thinking about anything else.”

Frenchie nudged them, grinning widely. “Answer the question,” he urged, his eyes wide.

They sighed wearily, unable to fight off their own grin even as they rolled their eyes. “Fine,” they said lowly, as if admitting a great secret, trailing their fingers over their friend's neat stitching. “Yes, I’m going to marry that man. Someday,” they added with a pointed look. “But please don’t say anything to anyone. Roach is already joking about it, and I don’t want Izzy to have any pressure from the crew, one way or the other.” They frowned, finally meeting their friend’s gaze. “You know he gets weird when other people expect something from him. I really don’t want this to be something he gets weird about.”

Frenchie nodded solemnly, crossing his heart quickly, his eyes shining brightly. “Don't know what you're worried about though. Everyone already knows,” he said, frowning lightly. He laughed when they frowned, clearly taken aback. “You two aren’t subtle,” he pointed out teasingly, bumping his shoulder against theirs. “Always together, always smilin' when you’re near each other. Not to mention how casual he is with you. He’s usually tighter than a clam, but he practically melts when you’re around.” He snorted. “I’d feel bad for him if you didn’t propose. Poor bloke is clearly hopelessly in love with you.”

Mo smiled, blushing again as they looked down at their hands. “I take it that means he has your blessing then?" They asked, glancing up at him hopefully. "You wouldn’t mind having him as basically a brother-in-law?”

He beamed, taking their hand in his own and giving it a firm squeeze. “I’d love to have him in the family,” he assured them. “Didn’t go through all that effort hidin’ him away because I didn’t like him. And he makes you happy,” he said, nudging them gently. “That’s the most important thing. If he’s good enough for you, he’s good enough for me.”

Mo smiled, leaning against their tall friend again. “That’s good,” they said. “Because I don’t think there’s a force in the world strong enough to keep me from marrying him.”

When Mo returned to the main deck, they found Izzy teaching Stede in the ways of pirating. They couldn’t help but grin, barely hiding their laugh behind their hand as he smacked their captain’s ass, sending his across the deck hanging on a rope, squealing as his hands were burned by the rough material. Izzy shook his head, clearly torn between being exasperated and amused at the sight as Stede whimpered, laying on the deck hopelessly. Their partner noticed them watching, giving them a brief wink and a small smile before chastising Stede’s choice of gloves.

Mo grinned to themselves as they crossed the deck, searching for Wee John. Now that everyone was safely reunited, they wanted to take him up on his offer of knitting them a blanket. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind their request for him to make it big enough for two. Not finding their friend on deck, they ducked down into the ship again, giving Izzy a wave and a warm smile as they crossed the ship, silently wishing him luck on his next task of teaching Stede how to shoot a gun. Gods knew he needed it.

Mo was helping Fang haul treasure into a storage room when Izzy found them, ducking through the open doorway, resting his arm against it as he watched the two pile up everything he and the crew had worked so hard to steal during their time under Blackbeard’s captaincy.

“What are you doing?” he asked, frowning as he watched his partner stack another chest of coins on top of a crate.

Mo turned to face him, wiping at their brow with the back of their arm. “Captain asked us,” they explained breathlessly, gesturing to the growing hoard around them. “Wanted it all condensed. Out of the way.” They tipped their head to the side, their hands resting on their hips as they studied him. “What’s up? You need something?”

Izzy seemed to rouse himself, standing up fully as he remembered his purpose for entering the room. “Just wanted to let you know that we’re going on a raid,” he said levelly, as if telling them he was making a stop to pick up eggs from the market. “Trying to teach Bonnet a thing or two, before he gets us all killed.”

Fang looked at him anxiously, a small frown on his face. “How’s he doing?” As fond as they all were of Stede, no one was disillusioned about his skills as a pirate.

Izzy huffed a sigh, shaking his head as he crossed his arms over his chest. “’Bout as expected. He has...” he trailed off, scowling as he thought of an apt description, “considerable room for improvement,” he settled on, rather generously. Mo ducked their head to hide their small smile. A few months ago, he would be hissing and screaming over having to teach Stede anything. Now, he was making efforts not to insult the captain, even when asked his thoughts directly.

“We’ll find something Bonnet is good at,” Izzy continued. “Might take us a fuckin’ month at this rate, but we’ll find it.” He turned towards Mo, pointing a finger at them. “I want you to stay out of harm’s way,” he ordered. “We’ll have enough trouble keeping Bonnet safe, I don’t want to have to worry about you too.”

Mo opened their mouth to protest, unable to stop the indignant sound that came from their throat. To their surprise, Fang beat them to the punch, seeming just as offended as they felt.

“Hang on, Izzy,” the soft-spoken man said, his brow furrowed as he frowned. “They’re one of our best fighters. You can’t just put them on the sidelines.”

Izzy’s eyebrows set in a hard line, clearly not expecting any pushback from Fang of all people.

“He’s right, love,” Mo said carefully, not wanting to risk pushing back against his authority too much. “I can handle my own in a fight, and it’d be stupid to make me sit this one out.”

Izzy leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed as he looked at them levelly, examining them closely. “Do you think I’m stupid enough to think I can get you to stay out of a fight?” He watched them intently, clearly expecting an answer.

Mo shuffled, suddenly feeling awkward under Izzy’s gaze. They were uncomfortably aware of the apprehensive look Fang gave them, looking down at the floor as their throat ran dry.

“Well…um…I, uh, I don’t know how to respond to that,” they admitted uncertainly.

Izzy gave them a lopsided grin, huffing a small laugh. “Mo, if I asked you not to fight, you’d still fight,” he said calmly, his voice surprisingly warm. “Everyone on this bloody ship knows it, me included. Then we would fight, and you know I’m not keen on that. What I was asking,” he said pointedly, “wasn’t for you to stay out of the fight entirely. Just don’t do something stupid, love. I don’t want you causing trouble, doing anything risky.”

Mo frowned, kicking their boot aimlessly. “I don’t do stupid things,” they said stubbornly, their voice quiet. “At least not during fights. Out of fights…maybe, on occasion.” Izzy chuckled.

They looked up at their partner, frowning even as they saw the affectionate way he looked at them. “Why didn’t you tell Fang to stay out of trouble?” they demanded, laughing despite themselves. “I mean, no offense, Fang,” they added, turning towards their large friend with an apologetic look.

Fang shook his head, holding up his hands. “None taken,” he promised. “I’ve made mistakes. I’m human too.”

“Fang doesn’t run into danger the way you do, love,” Izzy explained. “He has decades of experience. Never had a serious injury.” Fang frowned. “Had that stab in my leg that one time,” he said, rubbing his thigh absentmindedly.

Izzy nodded reluctantly, rolling his eyes. “That wasn’t pretty,” he conceded. “But your life was never in danger. But you,” he said, pointing at his partner, “you’re still getting your footing. Shouldn’t be taking any chances.”

Mo grinned, crossing their arms over their chest. “You want to talk about getting your footing?” they asked in amusement. “Iz, you have a wooden leg. I’m not the one you need to worry about. In fact, I should be the one telling you to stay safe.” Izzy rolled his eyes again, the small upturn of his lips betraying his faux exasperation, even as he sighed heavily. Mo grinned. “Yep, I’ve made up my mind,” they declared. “I’m sticking with you, Iz. In battle as much as out of it.”

Fang giggled. He shrugged when Izzy shot him a perturbed look, not shirking away from his gaze the way he used to. “Sorry, boss,” he said, not seeming remotely sorry, still grinning like a school child.

Izzy sighed heavily, looking wearily back at his partner. “Suppose I can’t stop you if you want to fight near me,” he said reluctantly, his voice low. “But under no circumstances do you put yourself in danger,” he continued firmly, giving them a stern look. “That’s an order from your first mate.”

Mo smiled, shrugging noncommittally.

Izzy frowned. “You need to agree,” he said lowly, raising an eyebrow at them.

They shrugged again, walking across the small room to meet him, doing their best to ignore the burning of Fang’s gaze on their back.

“Stay out of danger, and you’ve got yourself a deal,” they said quietly, grinning up at Izzy, their hands resting on his hips.

He blushed at the proximity, his eyes lowered to their shoulder as he tried to think of a response. “I-I have a job to do,” he stammered out, unable to meet their adoring gaze. “Can’t promise anything, you know that.”

Mo smiled softly. “And I can’t promise that I won’t intervene if I think you’re in danger.” They grinned. “Pretty sure you already knew that though. Everyone else sure does. Right Fang?” They turned, laughing at the way the older pirate startled, as if he was caught spying on them.

“Oh, um, yeah,” he said haltingly, adjusting his stance nervously as he nodded. “We all know.”

Mo chuckled, turning back to their partner with a sweet smile. “You stay safe, and I will too,” they promised. “Now, is that all you needed, First Mate Hands?”

Izzy nodded hesitantly, still having a hard time meeting their gaze. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely, clearing his throat. “That was it.”

They nodded, smiling softly. After all this time, he was still so easy to fluster. “Okay,” they said. “Then I’ll see you later, my love. I’m going to go get some more treasure. It was an order from a superior, after all.” They chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before stepping back, leaving the room to grab their next trunk of plundered gold and jewels.

Izzy cleared his throat again as they left, ignoring the blush he knew was staining his cheeks. He glanced at Fang, who was still awkwardly staring at him, seemingly in shock from seeing such a display of affection from the first mate. “What are you looking at?” he asked, sounding remarkably casual for a man with a face dusted with pink. He straightened his vest, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles. “You heard them. Back to work, Fang,” he ordered, nodding towards the door.

Fang stumbled as he walked across the room, muttering an “Aye, aye,” on his way out, unable to hide his small smile.

Mo was expecting yelling, clanking, and gunshots as they boarded the ship Stede had selected as their target. The deafening silence they were greeted with was much more chilling, not helped by the dead bodies sprawled about, or the strange symbols written in blood across the deck.

“Congrats, Bonnet,” Izzy said dryly beside them, resting his hand on Olu’s shoulder as he shifted. “You picked the only ship where everyone’s dead.”

Jim muttered something under their breath, quickly crossing their chest, whispering urgently in Spanish.

“What’s this all about then?” Frenchie asked nervously, stepping closer to Mo as Izzy walked off with Stede to investigate.

Mo shook their head, looking around at the carnage with wide eyes. “Dunno,” they said quietly. “Can’t be good though.”

Frenchie shifted anxiously on his feet, leaning over to whisper to his friend.

“I really don’t like this,” he said, pulling at his scarf. “Looks like witchcraft to me.”

They sighed softly, reaching out to take his hand. “Don’t worry, love. This was done by regular people.” They looked around, grimacing. “Really fucked up, unnecessarily brutal people, but people nonetheless.”

Frenchie shook his head. “You don’t know that,” he insisted lowly.

Mo looked up at him, hating seeing how nervous he looked. His brow was furrowed, and a deep frown pulled at his lips. His wide eyes never stopped sweeping across the deck, as if expecting a ghost or a cackling witch to appear out of nowhere and attack him.

“Frenchie, you know I don’t believe in witches,” they said carefully.

Their tall friend frowned, still on the look out for danger. “All the more reason to be vigilant,” he said absentmindedly, shifting closer to them. “I know to expect them, but you, you’re more vulnerable. Nonbelievers are always the first to go.”

Mo sighed heavily. They opened their mouth to speak but were cut off as Jim stormed out of a cabin.

“We need to leave,” they insisted, looking deeply troubled. “Right now.”

“Wait,” Mo called, their worry coming back to them. What if not everyone on board was dead? Izzy would be an easy target, walking around on his new prosthetic with only Stede to watch his back. “What’s wrong? Where’s Izzy?”

Jim laughed humorlessly, grabbing Archie’s arm and Oluwande’s hand, already leading them back to the ladder they had used to board. “He’s in the captain’s quarters with el idiota,” they said bitterly, giving them a wide-eyed look. “Grab him, now,” they warned.

Mo’s heart lurched. Nothing scared Jim. They sprinted across the deck to where their friend had emerged, throwing open the door and looking around wildly for their partner. To their surprise, he stood inside the cabin with Stede, looking completely relaxed, if a bit displeased by their bad raid. He turned to face them as they entered, his hand already on the handle of his sword before he recognized the sudden intruder. He relaxed immediately, but tensed again as Mo threw themselves at him, wrapping him in a tight hug. He stumbled as he caught them, quickly hugging them back with a confused look on his face.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” he asked quietly, his breath tickling their ear.

Mo laughed weakly, pulling back enough to look at him. “I, uh, I just got worried,” they said lamely, still breathing quickly. “Jim came out, was saying some ominous shit, and it freaked me out. Needed to know you were okay.”

Izzy smiled warmly down at them. Before he could respond, a voice came from behind them.

“Ah, well that’s lovely!���

Mo turned, finding Stede wearing a ludicrously extravagant red coat jacket. He watched them with a warm smile. “It’s so nice seeing you two together again,” he said sincerely.

“Oh, hey, Stede,” they greeted weakly. “Sorry, just didn’t see you there.” They chuckled weakly, still holding tightly to Izzy’s arm as they turned fully to face him. “Guess I kinda had my blinders on. Is, uh, is that jacket new?”

Stede grinned, spinning dramatically before straightening the jacket out to show them. “What do you think?” he asked, unable to hide his glee. “Can you believe it? What would a bunch of priests be doing with such a gorgeous ensemble?” He turned, facing a mirror as he posed in his new jacket.

Mo bit back a grin, their heart finally beginning to calm down from their panic. “It’s rather…dashing,” they said slowly. “Very bold, that’s for sure.”

Izzy sighed heavily. “What it is is ridiculous,” he drawled, clearly not amused. “Not to mention impractical,” he added, grimacing to himself.

“Well, I have been wanting to make bolder choices,” Stede said absentmindedly, ignoring Izzy’s comment. “Oh! This could be my new captain jacket!”

Izzy and Mo exchanged a look, having the same thought but neither knowing who should say it. Izzy nodded towards them, and Mo took a deep breath.

“Stede,” they said carefully, watching their captain revel in his newfound fashion statement, “you know that clothes don’t have a big impact on captaining ability, right?”

Stede hummed, not taking his eyes off his reflection. Izzy rolled his eyes, looking away in exasperation.

“Oi!” they called loudly, chuckling as he jolted, turning to face them finally. “Sorry, mate," they said, giving him a sympathetic smile. "Had to get your attention somehow." They took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"Look, I’ll level with you, alright?” Stede nodded, frowning suspiciously. “It’s a good jacket,” they said, “and it looks good on you.” He beamed at the praise, raising his head like a preening bird. “But,” they added, giving him a sympathetic look, “this won’t fix your captaincy worries for you. Only you can do that. Looking like a ‘real captain’”, they said using air quotes, “won’t make people see you as more of a captain. You just need to work on building up your skillset and your confidence.”

Izzy chuckled next to them. “Maybe not the confidence so much,” he said quietly.

Stede scowled, straightening his jacket with far too much zeal as he glared at the first mate. Mo gently elbowed their lover, barely able to hide their smile when he held their arm, maneuvering them to wrap his arm around their waist, resting his hand on their hip.

“Don’t listen to him,” they advised their captain. “I mean, do, but mostly just about piracy. When it comes to people skills, he’s still learning.” Izzy scoffed. “Thought you were supposed to be on my side,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with a chuckle.

Mo grinned at they turned to look up at him. “I am when it matters,” they said matter-of-factly. “Besides, it’s not something you don’t know. You’ve got a lot of talents, Iz,” they said fondly. “Your people skills just aren’t quite there yet.” He rolled his eyes, giving them a small smile.

“Anyway,” they continued, turning back to Stede. “I guess what I’m saying is, the clothes don’t make the captain. And you already have a bit of an advantage, Stede,” they added. “You already have loyal friends. You just need to work on your authority and your practical skills.” The captain nodded reluctantly, still toying with the hem of the ornate jacket’s sleeves.

Mo smiled, unable to deny their friend one bit of joy. “That being said, the jacket does suit you.” They grinned as his face lit up. “I think you should keep it, if you like it that much.” Izzy groaned next to them, and they moved closer to him, pressing against his chest and giving him a pleading look over their shoulder. He sighed softly, but stopped complaining, pressing a gentle kiss to their temple.

Stede had turned back around when they looked at him, smirking as he admired his reflection. “I think I will,” he said, striking a daring pose.

[iviarellereads]

Fugitive Telemetry, Chapter 6

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Murderbot Diaries, read this one! Like what you see? Send me a Ko-Fi.)

In which these bot names are getting out of hand.

For all that, it takes Murderbot six minutes to establish that there is no hack. It's sure it's missing something, and it's not ready to give up yet. It relays its lack of findings to Indah, who looks briefly disappointed(1), surprising MB, before she revokes its admin access.

Aylen returns saying she's about to head out with a couple of others, and Indah suggests she take MB as well. The Lalow search has already confirmed the refugees were aboard long enough to make it from BWH, which makes the chance the crew killed them very low. Indah has told the special investigation team that if the Lalow are telling the truth, they'll be released without charges, to help more BWH refugees, so they only have a day or so to wrap things up.(2)

MB isn't doing the ship-to-ship search, because SecUnits cause panic. Instead, it's searching utility areas with hazmat techs and cargo bots. One of the techs asks MB to move a cabinet, and MB suggests they find a cargo bot to do that, but they say that JollyBaby can't fit to do it, gesturing to the nearest cargo bot.

“Its name is not JollyBaby.” Tell me its name is not JollyBaby. It was five meters tall sitting in a crouch and looked like the mobile version of something you used to dig mining shafts. JollyBaby broadcast to the feed: ID=JollyBaby. The other cargo bots and everything in the bay with a processing capability larger than a drone all immediately pinged it back, and added amusement sigils, like it was a stupid private joke. I said, “You have to be shitting me.” I already wanted to walk out an airlock and this didn’t help. (The only thing worse than humans infantilizing bots was bots infantilizing themselves.)(3)

MB asks where the PortAuth bot is, but the human just says it doesn't work in this part of the docks, and JollyBaby says Balin is for cargo management, not hauling. MB grumbles and asks where the cabinet is.

In the feed, Matif is asking Indah about the theoretical camera-jamming device, and Tural and Aylen discuss why the refugee smugglers wouldn't have made Preservation their destination. MB is thinking harder about why it couldn't find a hack, and how it feels like a massive fuck-up. It even considers asking Mensah's advice, but it can't even prove that it fucked up in not finding anything.

One of the techs, tells Aylen that an empty module is missing. The whole StatSec team leaps into action, Matif confirming with PortAuth whether it was signed out legally, and Aylen confirming that they can be pressurized. MB runs back to the "mobile command center", as they confirm that the the module wasn't signed out, it's just plain missing. They find this faster than they have other things because this is their usual sort of job.

Tural confirms for Aylen that the modules are only designed for short-term pressurization, setting them up for long-term occupation would take much longer than it's taken. MB also considers that there was no disturbance on the docks, so the refugees didn't know they were in danger while they were there.

MB theorizes they met Lutran, who loaded them into the module, but BWH agents redirected the module before it attached to Lutran's transport. The module must be somewhere and look legitimate, or an alert would have pinged or the responder would have found them by now. So, it must be attached to a ship, still out there somewhere. A BWH ship that hasn't run or tried to fight the responder, to keep its mission quiet until they get all the information they can from following the Lalow.

Which leads MB to the conclusion that it has to stop the search.

It could ask Mensah's help with this, but that would be like when Mensah's youngest called her to make an older sibling stop being an older sibling. Instead, MB tries Indah directly, privately, and explains that if the BWH agents know they've found the module, they'll kill the refugees and run, and all the systems have to be treated as compromised. Indah protests MB didn't find a hack, but MB pushes past its pride and says whoever hacked the systems must be better than it.(4) Indah finally asks how MB can be sure BWH haven't tapped this conversation, but MB says it can secure its own internals, it just can't secure PortAuth or StatSec.

Something about MB's fervor convinces her, and she redirects the search teams and calls for a reorganizing meeting with Aylen, comms-off. Indah asks MB if it can get a secure connection to the responder. MB says absolutely, and taps Mensah to ask for use of her private office, which is on a separate system that MB can better control.

Indah tells the responder to scan ships holding position outside the station, and only communicate through this secure channel. MB bounces a call from PortAuth for Indah, which can probably wait five minutes.(5) It does tell Indah she was wrong to think it wasn't a local actor. They banter about it a bit, with Aylen watching them like a tennis match until she realizes they feel secure enough to talk about it.

Only, the question is, who would have gone over to help a corporate? MB says they thought it was the culprit, but Indah says they disproved that hours ago, and Aylen adds that if it were, it wouldn't have showed them the original crime scene or helped find the Lalow. Indah adds that MB is the most paranoid person she's ever met in twenty-six years of criminal reform.(6)

The responder finally chimes in that it's found the module, attached to a ship hiding in the colony ship's shadow. Indah says the priority is to retrieve them alive. Aylen says it won't be easy, at that distance, and any operation is going to let BWH listen in and know what they're doing.

Yeah, not we, me. I said, “This is the part that’s my job.”

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(1) There's a vagueness here as well that I'm just rolling around like sniffing wine before you drink it. Because, there's the element that Indah is disappointed that the answer wasn't so easy, and then there's the bit where Murderbot might interpret it as disappointment in itself. (2) Nothing like a time crunch to motivate. (3) Like Miki embracing its inner kawaii? (4) Which we see in a couple pages tracks with what Indah's been suspecting, hence the earlier disappointment in not finding a hack. (5) You know, it's lines like this that really stand out when you slow down and think about each chapter. (6) I do love that it's not law enforcement, per se. That's a part of it, but the focus is here stated explicitly to be to help rehabilitate and reform those people for whom the social supports being, well, superior to your and my real world, is still insufficient to prevent crime. (7) Let's GOOOOO!

[moonlightstar27]

The Cowboy Virus

Sombra x Cassidy

Contains: Smut, Death, Intoxication sex, cursing, rough sex, fluff near the end.

"Sombra where are you?! The target is getting away stupid girl!" Oh I don't think so, widow was always so mean to me during missions but it didn't matter we still get paid the same. "Already on the target widow, tell reaper to meet me on the east side of the building!" I was running so fast not even the cameras could catch me.

But then that's when it hit me. "OH FUCK!" A flashbang, but from where could have it come from- oh you have to be kidding me. It was none other then Cole Cassidy. That asshole, how dare he get in my way! That's when I threw my translocater and sprang back up just in time for reaper too show up.

"Sombra go get the target I'll take care of the cowboy." Nodding as I went along I found Alexander Turner, he had been an ex Talon scientist who was planning to sell out Talons sleeper agents. "It's over amigo, you know how this goes. You should've never turned on us." The door then busted open. "Oh no you don't, you're gon' leave him alone Pumpkin. I don't want Morrison on my ass."

I grabbed Alexander by his hair and twisted around and pointed my SMG to his head. "Mmmm, I don't think so and besides, I had two blood thirsty teammates who would kill me if i don't get this job done so....." Cassidy started chuckling then pointed his pistol at me. "I'm the fastest gun in the new west, what Makes you think you can beat me?" how foolish can this man be?

"See what happens when you try to play hero cowboy? People still die because you failed." Cole then fired off six shoots which only 2 of them managed to hit him. "Reaper, Sombra we must go now. They are ready for us." Reaper was the first one to leave. Making sure to take care of anyone else he saw on his way back.

"Oh cowboy don't look so down, you see me one day or another." I then booped his nose and left him there.

After that mission, I kept seeing him more and more. He was always there like he was tracking me down just so that he would be the one to take me out. But I always manage to slip away from him and laugh at him. But sometimes he dose cause me problems. I swear the last thing he did Moria nearly mademe her next test subject.

I spent most of the days trying to just rid of him, he's becoming a real pain to my fun. I don't like when people ruin my fun. "Aye dios mio, that man is gonna get my pay docked. I need a drink." I immediately went to my favorite bar in town where they make the best tequila shots ever.

I was on my fourth shot when the bartender yelled out "Cole Cassidy welcome back friend!" Cole.... Cassidy.... Well, this could be fun. Of course he took a sit right next to me, we locked eyes for a moment but only a moment. How does someone so annoy look at me with such eyes.

"Bartender the usually please." I continued to drink my shot and slammed it down on the table. "So, how many times did Morrison get on your ass for not catching me?" letting out a small chuckle I tilted my head into my hand which made a fist and looked at him.

"For the amount of shit you put me through, I reckon that you would make a nice cash reward." Nice huh? I thought my worth would've been more. I feel hurt. Cassidy then took a sip of his whiskey. He looked so somber. "Well, how bout I buy you a drink, one different from this?" for the first time tonight his brown eyes looked at me differently.

Loud laughter came from the both of us as the night came closer to the end. "Oh and then I shut the door on his face. Oh reaper was so mad!" Cassidy and I were at the point of tears, this night was one of the best I had since I joined Talon. "Okay guys you. I have to close up, don't worry about the tab Sombra. I'm too scared you might just empty my account if I even ask."

I just had to Boop his nose before cassidy pull me away. "To think a troublemaker like you would turn me on like this." Before I could say anything Cassidy turn my head and kissed me. It tasted fiery, guess it's from the whiskey, I could help but wrap my arms around his neck. It was like fire meeting Electricity.

Pulling away from the kiss he went straight to sucking and licking my neck, it felt so warm. "Mm wait, is this a trick to try and turn me. If so at least mm~ buy me dinner first cowboy." removing his self with a loud pop noise he looked up at me. "Now, if I wanted to that pumpkin. You would've beenbout the moment I step in. But no I want you doll. If you mind following me?" Wow this night just got interesting even more.

I found myself at the overwatch base, it turned me on that he was sneaking me in to a high level place like this. When got too his room. He immediately threw me to the bed. "I am going to show you things even you didn't know pumpkin."

Our lips intertwine once again that night, it felt so good. Cassidy then started kissing down my neck, stopping near my chest. Cassidy started fondling my chest. I started letting out soft moans. It didn't go unnoticed luckily.

"All those times you saw me, I wanted to be the one. I wouldn't let it be anyone else but me." That's when he started sucking on my titties, like he was hungry. It made me arch my back an make the loudest moan ever.

"Let me hear those beautiful moans pumpkin, let me be the one that makes you feel this good~" After he said that he switched tit and started rubbing my clit through my soaked panties. It felt like I was on fire at the moment.

The assault on my body didn't let up my legs started closing around his hands. "Oh come on, don't tell me you don't like this." He then moved down and pulled my legs open and started eating me out. He took his sweet time licking my clit. Giving it soft licks before he started eating it out like a hungry man.

My hands went straight to his hair pulling him closer to me, to feel it deeper within me. He wrapped his arms around my legs and lift me up. "Aw f-fuck. What are you that hungry. You about to... Shit- about to make me c-cum." He started sucking faster after I said that.

I was so lost in the feeling I nearly blacked out from the pleasure. After I few more sucks, I came all over his face, he had drunk every last drop. His beard was soaked in my juices. "You taste delicious doll~"

He then pulled me towards him and kissed me once more. His dick was pressed up against me, I started grinding on him and he started grunting and bucking his hips up towards me. "Woah there cowboy, at least let me take your pants off before you even cum."

He chuckled and let me down. I had unbuckled his pants and took his cock out. I gave it a few good rubs before popping it Into my mouth. "Yeah that's it, get it nice and wet for me. It's- fucking damn. It's so warm inside your mouth doll."

He grabbed the back if my head and thrusted into it roughly, then held it there for a moment. I felt like chocking cause of how deep it was in my mouth. He removed me from him and lifted me back on to the bed. He pumped himself before rubbing his tip against my pussy.

"You're such a fucking tease Sombra, but god do I love it so much." He pushed my legs up and plugged himself in me. His movements were slow, slowly pushing in and out, in and out, in and.... Out. He managed to drag out every moan from me. He grabbed the head board to giving him support.

I wanted him to go faster, I wanted him to pound me. "Hey, Cassidy. Oh~ G-go faster." He chuckled at my request. "Beg for it. Beg for me to go faster." He stopped waiting for me to beg. I rolled my ears and looked at him. "Please Cassidy, please pound in to me." That's all he needed before grabbing my sides and rammed into me.

He was fast and brutal with his onslaught oh my pussy. It was so intense I had wrapped my legs around him and clawed at his back. He then pull out all the way to his tip and slammed back down in me. His way of fucking me made me scream his name out loud.

At this point I was in tears, I felt close to cumming and it started to get really hot. "C-cassidy! I'm gonna cum!" He rammed deeper into me, I could feel he was close to. Cassidy then grabbed my face and kissed me, his paced quicken fast until he stopped.

He had still as he emptied his cum into my warm pussy. Cassidy then rolled over on the other side of the bed and pulled out. His cum poured out of me, I was tried and out of breath. Cassidy wrapped his arms and pulled his cover over us. "You're one bad cowboy." "You're one helluva good kisser." We bussed out laughing, till we cuddled and when I was just about to sleep.

"I love you Sombra."