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madness-in-the-flesh · 2 years

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Well now that I've seen that MAG/Go3lm post, it has invoked my affection for Go3lms. Go3lms are just neat and adorable. They talk so politely and whenever they make a remark I just want to give them headpats. -insert headpat meme with regular Go3lm-

While this has been just been me talking about Go3lms, I do have a request in mind. Would you be alright with doing something for the tower guards? They may be annoying to fight, but I respect the dedication to their medival gimmick. God they're such dorks, love these lads. (I really enjoyed the stories with the rowdy duo, Church and Jorge, and the ever passionate burger mascot, Gil. Just wanted to see if I could get some spotlight on some other Go3lms.) You're free to choose which guard to do, to just generalize how they'd all act, or however you'd like to go about it.

So here's a scenario, the reader works for Nexus Core as one of its many combatitive units. They interact with the tower guard now and then due to their patrol routes occasionally intersection. However, they notice it happening more often, bumping into eachother despite being stationed on different floors or in sections that they are quite sure aren't important enough to warrant the attention of the tower guard.

hjfbsdsedf I have to agree with you. They're all just. Funky and i love me some funky big guys +) Also head pats. They deserve ALLL OF THEM!!!

Oh shit! I never actually thought I'd be writing for these guys. but yeah, I'm happy too!! Wouldn't be surprised if they all played d&d together either... ( fuheyusf thank you!!! means a lot to hearrr <3 <3 ) Also hope it's cool but decided to go with the whole idea they are your fan club and went " we like this one. " and now you're being followed by them.

Beautiful scenario tho anon. I adore it. I'm gonna have LOTS of fun with this >+))) !!!!!! But genuinely this is super creative and cool??? You've got a big brain anon !!! <3 <3

I also can't tell if this is longer than my usual writing but it feels like it. nuihu

Tower Guards - The Point where it went wrong

Trigger Warnings - Manipulation, Intimidation, Abduction, Murder, Gore, Violence, Injury, Character death ( oc ), possible reader death. kinda.

Note - This one has the inclusion of two ocs of mine as your co-workers, Just kinda for the plot to feel more solid. Just really place holders but I promise both of them have a lot more depth than discussed in this story here lmao.

Many people in your situation would be asking " How did it get to this point ?" and frankly, not even you knew the answer. Maybe you could at least pin point the beginning. Something simple and from then on, they'd stuck with you. It had been a joke: Nothing too serious. You thought the way they talked, resembling that of the medieval ages, was kinda funny. Most were intimidated by them, sure they were skilled but you didn't seem to process that fear. You should have been terrified, And with what has happening now: You are.

" I think I'd make a great tower guard " you joked, puffing out your chest as the other shook their head, clearly unamused by your antics.

" Please don't do anything stupid around those G0l3ms. They will not hesitate to crush you " Theseus spoke, Rubbing the temple in irritation. The two of you were similar in some ways while opposite in others. While Theseus took a more serious approach. He just wanted to get the job done and head home. Most would have sighted this as a horrid combination seeing as you were light hearted. Possibly as juvenile as it gets which caused them immense stress but you two had gone back for years now. It was just... natural. Your shenanigans were unmatched while they balanced you out with their serious tone. To finish it off, Here you both were, working under the same branch in the science tower.

" By my troth, I shall try " You hummed out, elbowing your co-worker as you motioned a hand over your heart. A promise that now come to accidentally break. It caused them to groan but oddly enough, this caught the attention of the black guard, turning and staring back. The two of you jolted as the voice boomed through the room.

" Honourable! What is your name small one? " The blue guard questioned, hunching down to meet your size more. Cracking your head up, you blinked. Taken aback by the fact your simple choice of words had gotten you this much attention, face heating up at the newfound attention.

" Um... I'm (Y/n) " You spoke, rubbing the back of your neck as he let out a cheery laugh. Perhaps he was amused by your antics as much as you were.

" (Y/n)... I shall remember it well. " He hummed your name before letting the two of you go on your way. Youi hadn't paid too much attention to it, instead just snickering about it. While Theseus' eyes hadn't left the figure of the blackguard. It puzzled you, Making you raise a brow.

" You good? " You asked, genuinely concerned but he was clearly pondering his next set of words, choosing them carefully. He turned to face you as he shrugged.

" Dunno. Just got a bad feeling about those things. " he responded as you headed back. From then on, that bad feeling in them would grow and grow for him and no matter how much he protested, You didn't take him seriously. Even so, You never really took it seriously, sighting Theseus as just plain paranoid or just his usual overreacting. There was no away these G0l3m's would dream of harming some of the important Nexus scientists such as yourselves. right? You'd hoped that much. Maybe it was to cover your own tracks, trying to calm your friend down because if you weren't scared, perhaps he wouldn't be either. Perchance, if you had listened to him, things wouldn't have turned so sour.

From then on the guards would pop up at different intervals. It started out small, Just simple route changes you hadn't really payed attention towards since, like everyone else here, you had a job to do. It started happening more frequently though, Guards would stop by your station and ask how you were doing, simple things that... were nice to hear honestly but maybe not during working hours. After all, if you were caught, who knows what punishment you'd face. You weren't sure what to do about them either but soon chalked it up to them seemingly wanting to become acquainted with you after expressing interest, probably.

Some notable incidents were when a red guard had accidentally tripped and crushed what you were working on. You almost had a fit, Months of work down the drain but part of you didn't want to cause a scene with the large guard. You just laughed if off. It meant staying over hours. Apparently the guard had felt so bad, he started to hang around you during those hours on his rounds. Always stopping to check in on your which you found sweet. You were actually happy to have some new dedicated friends, even if it meant Theseus was less than thrilled. One comment made by him was " They planned that shit so you could be around more? " You had just chalked it up to them being clumsy but he still refused: Sighting it strange that the guards, who were already extremely agile, would make such a clumsy mistake. It didn't matter if it was on purpose or not though, You still had to come in to catch up more.

Another involved a yellow guard. You hadn't even properly picked up on it happening until another co-worker, Achilleas had told you. Apparently someone was talking about you behind your back about the red guard. How you had technically put the project on hold until it could be all redone: The guard that overheard this was NOT happy and apparently killed the. However the real reason was according to the report that was handed out to you and your co-workers: He was a spy. Planning on sharing information with others and leaking what you were doing to the public and with that, The yellow guard had taken him out. Theseus remained ambient it was a cover-up, With what you know now. He was most likely right. On the other hand, Achilleas was just glad he was gone: apparently he was a right asshole around the work place. Not that you knew the guy personally.

The worst out of them was meeting the Blackguard. He had an air of authority, more so than the others and he definitely didn't like your friends. You only ever saw it once though, He was so happy with you. As many of the guards were, polite, caring and a good time. A rare combination in Nevada but you were pleasantly surprised to find it home in the leader of the tower guard. Shame it didn't stay that way. He would hardly say anything when your companions were around. The three of you would talk, just minding your own business and he'd show up. Towering over all three of you in size and you knew it intimidated them, no matter how many times you tried to reassure them that it was fine. he'd be so pleasant with you, but when either Achilleas and Theseus tried to talk with him, The tone felt forced... You thought it was nerves maybe. That he wanted to perhaps get in with your little trio and didn't know the way about it. On the other hand. You knew the truth now. Although maybe it was obvious from the start as sometimes he'd drag you away to get you to talk to him alone until the alarm for your break being over sounded off. It soon developed into not just the blackguard doing so, but any guard that saw you chatting with the three in the breakroom. Sometimes they'd then be there, waiting for you. occasionally they'd escort you there and keep you away from the two but again: Maybe they were just shy. Neither of your friends liked this but Achilleas wasn't as bothered, going along with what you said because he trusted you - If you said they were harmless, then they were to him.

The last vague incident you could recall was noted with a blue guard. The same who you had encountered. He insisted that he escort you back to your office while you were on break. Previously, You were talking in the break room with some of your two closest work friends: Theseus and Achilleas. The three of you were talking about how your own individual lives outside your job were going, which relatively uninteresting apart from Achilleas story about a particularly amusing mattress salesmen. Just casual conversations. Only for the guard to stalk up behind the three of you. At first, you payed no mind to it. Only giving them a small wave before you heard the alarm, signalling breaktime was over and began to head back to your designated areas.

" I am here to escort you back to your workplace! " he spoke, filled with pride as the other two stared at the guard then each other. Achilleas looked slightly confused while Theseus' face was riddled with concern.

" Oh yeah sure. See you guys after work? " You replied before turning to the other two. They both nodded before beginning to head away. Theseus kept looking back: Clearly concerned for you but again. He's just a paranoid little man, or so now you wished it had just been his paranoia. You and the guard walked back, heading to the elevator. It was a journey filled with small talk. Nothing too special outside the usual talk you had with the respective guards. A question made you pause though.

" What are those two to you? Are they... Your protectors? " he prompted, tilting his head lightly. This made you laugh lightly, Deciding to play along with that you used to think was just some sort of medieval humour thing.

" Nahhhh. Theseus is like my champion. Achilleas is just one of those...uh, what you call it " You paused to think, looking away as you gathered your thoughts. Turning back when you remembered

" He's like my leech collector. Slimy little fuck sits there and collects them for me " you mused, snickering lightly at the small joke you had made. You wanted to keep up with them, humour and have fun with the whole medieval aesthetic but now. You wished you hadn't. The blue guard let out a small ' ahh ' in acknowledgement before going deadly silent. This... was new. While you were used to small talk, complete silence was unfamiliar.

You couldn't think about it long though as the elevator stopped and you got to your floor. Heading out the blue guard waved goodbye, saying something about a meeting he needed to attend. You brushed it off and just got back to work as usual and for a while. Things were normal besides the guards patrolling around your area getting more and more frequent but you weren't in charge of them. So it was none of your business

Then it came down to the day it all went wrong. Remembering the day in the breakroom once again, gathered with your usual buddies and talking about whatever came to mind at the current moment. Soon it trailed into the tower guards and the usual insistence with Theseus began. You were pretty much tired of it at this point, day in day out: Insisting they were no good. You'd become quite friendly with them so... You saw no problem with them.

" Oh shut up. " You huffed, taking a sip of your drink of choice. Not an office favourite, but it was yours. Theseus seemed to sigh, shaking his head.

" I'm serious, (Y/n). Somethings fucking up with them. They're following you around like a pack of lost puppies " He spoke up, causing Achilleas to gawk. Not at anything in particular. Theseus' eyes followed his, only for him to freeze up: Staring at whatever was behind you. The stare didn't stop, even as you took a quick look behind you, although the shadow that loomed over the three of you should have been very telling. You brushed it off, already accustomed to it only to double turn when you realized it was one of the G0l3m's that Theseus had been complaining about to your group mere moments ago.

This would not end well.

Something about the way the Blackguard loomed spoke volumes. The silence that spread through your group only made the air thicker. he G0l3m stared at your friend, Presumably if looks could kill: He'd be nothing but paste between his fingers.

" I challenge you, For (y/n)'s hand. " The Blackguard spoke up, The cold tone in their voice showed he was extremely serious with every single drop of venom spilling out of the sentence. Theseus stared in horror, just preparing to back up and out of the break room. Clearly intimidated by the larger thing. You didn't blame him because for the first time, The fear Theseus had felt: Infected you. The understanding of your friend's apprehension, made everything spin. Vomit threatened to rise out from your lips still you caught yourself, Swallowing it with your anxiety.

"I'm um. Busy " Theseus called, quickly darting out the room: Leaving the breakroom. It left both you and Achilleas staring up at the G0l3m who only turned to your other friend.

" Coward. What about thou? " You and Achilleas made eye contact, holding it for a moment before he turned to the now empty cup, holding the silence again while spinning his head to gawk at the large figure behind you.

" With all do respect, No thanks chief. " and he began rushing out of there: Not failing to toss his cup into the sink with a clash. Before leaving: A quick ' I'm so sorry ' was mouthed at you and your co-worker vanished beyond the same door as Theseus. The tension rose further, Making you laugh nervously. You had no idea how you were supposed to react, Staring up at the guard made you feel small. A lot smaller than every other time you had encountered the guard previously. The tension made everything just feel generally bigger. While it wasn't outright panic, the anxiety was lingering. He must be... messing around. After all how could someone you considered a friend, along with the other guards who had been nothing short of pleasant, hurt other people you considered friends.

I mean: You hated a few of your co workers but you wouldn't resort to cutting their lives short. You.... weren't like that. While you wanted to believe they wouldn't do the same, The way he looked down at you; No visible emotion, reminded you just what they were made to be. Killing machines that would slaughter anyone who not only defied Phobos, but got caught in places they shouldn't. You nervously played with your cup, looking away from him but you could still feel those eyes burning into the top of your head.

You had been saved by the alarm, signalling that your break was over and you once again laughed nervously. You tried to speak but the words were caught in your throat, Silently opening your mouth for nothing to come out. While you didn't want to believe you were scared, You were shaking now. The liquid in your cup jittering along with you and there was nothing you could do about it. Uncomfortably shifting as you decided instead to just wave: Almost dropping your cup in the process.

He came with you, practically talking to himself as you tried your best to respond but you just felt sick. You weren't sure where to pin point why but you couldn't shake the ever growing feeling that something bad would happen. Like a six sense. Maybe it was because you knew the guards so well, that they wouldn't stand for what Theseus was telling you. He disappeared once you got back to your work space. You remember placing the cup on the desk, no longer interested in it's contents. You weren't thirsty anymore. You thought that would have been the end of it. The strangest thing that happened that day and at this point - You were considering resigning. That look he gave Theseus unsettled you and now you felt like you were catching onto what he meant.

Hours passed, Up until it was the end of you shift. Excited to head home as you and Theseus had promised to spend the evening together watching the latest slaughter time re-run. Both you and he had agreed that the newer episodes lacked that little bit of pizazz the older ones had. So you waited outside for a while. 5 minutes turned into 10 minutes, which soon became half an hour and you were now suspicious. Theseus was never one to not let you know he'd be late. He just wasn't like that. If anything he had to be on time since he acted like being late was enough to get you executed. then again, Maybe you would since you were working for the Director. Wandering the halls once more to his office, Passing every clearance badge scan up until you walked into his small office. You weren't ready for what you saw. You don't think any amount of preparation would have though. For all the horrors you had seen in your time here: This one truly broke your heart.

Your friend Theseus had been alive earlier. You and Achilleas had been in the breakroom only a couple hours ago, trying to push past the incident with the blackguard as much as possible while you worked - A ping of guilt as you briefly remembered that the last words you heard from him were in fear of the blackguard - You should have done something to stop it sooner. However, here his body remained. Soaked in his own plasma. His head was detached from his body, having rolled across the floor at your feet. A plethora of blood having shot upwards out his neck and across the pale white walls. The knees of the body had buckled a while ago, no longer having the brain to hold itself up.

There his killer stood over the body. Holding himself as if he hadn't just killed your best friend of many years. The large G0l3m turned, facing you and laughing. You hadn't realized the trio gathering behind you either.

" I have bested your champion in battle! Thou shall now join our order! " The Blackguard pointed towards you, Causing you to cower away. No. no no no, You turned to run but a group of them lined the hallway. Your heart skipped a beat as you met the faces of more tower guards.

You screamed and kicked as they picked you up, struggling in the larger ones grip. The red guard was relentless and didn't let you go. The Blackguard leading the rest, along with you. Down the hallways with eager strides. At first confused, what did they plan on doing with you? Locking you up in some dingy dungeon? Were you going to become some sort of glorified house pet? The thoughts made you shiver and fight against him all the more. You quickly picked up on their plan though, once you saw the familiar look of the magnification chambers to which you silently screamed in terror. They wouldn't...

" They have volunteered for the process " one spoke, holding you up almost like a cat would a kitten. You didn't stop kicking and yelling: Finally realizing the genuine danger you were in. You knew what entailed you if you were to enter it. You'd be kept in the place for days, possibly weeks. If your body couldn't handle it: You'd die. If you did, then you wouldn't be yourself. You'd only be a shell, Left to fill with whatever the scientists or environment deemed fit - They'd stitch your skin and stretch it over your flesh to make it adapt to your new size. You shook your head " no " hopping that one of your fellow scientists would understand. No empathy was spared as they nodded and gave the guard the go ahead.

You continued to struggle up until you were thrown into the corner, Slamming into the wall with a thud as you slid down. Your eyes already droopy from the ongoing pain in the back of your head. The last glance you got was that of the Blackguard. The same way he was positioned during your first meeting.

" Small one, good luck on your quest. If thou does not make it. We will honour your memory. "

And all light faded as the doors slammed shut. Your body began to subtly ache. It left you to go over the moments that had lead up to this as you tried to figure out, through tears, where did it all go wrong?

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empress-simps · 23 days

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Close To Me

Pairing: Bodyguard! Marauders x Fem! Reader, Bodyguard! Sirius x Fem! Reader AU: Bodyguard AU / Muggle AU CW: Reader getting kidnapped. Sirius getting injured. Note: This might be the longest one shot I have written so far, this is also my first time writing an action-ish fic? So please do keep it in mind, some parts may be inaccurate.. I also published this at 12 midnight lol. Enjoy!(2.5k words)

You always thought it was a tad bit excessive.

Being the sole heir to a vast family fortune meant that you had the finest thing you could ever want in your life; it also meant that you had the finest protection. Your father handpicked every staff member that was assigned to protect and care for you- going as far as doing not just a background check on them, but also their entire family. Doing a bunch of psychology and loyalty tests were also a must so it was rest assured that they would do their job.

Having one bodyguard? Understandable. Two? Oh, alright just some precautions. Three? That sounds... very safe. Four? Now, that's where you draw the line.

Sure, being born with a golden spoon is great- wonderful, even; but you felt like you were trapped.

You wanted to live life like any other normal human being, away from assassination or kidnapping attempts that were made in your life. So, mustering up every courage you have, you stormed into your father’s study to try and persuade him to just at least assign one to watch over you.

It was expected, you failed.

Now you were stuck with four goofballs bodyguards who would protect you with their life.

James Potter- the strategist. He could sense danger from miles away and best believe that a safe escape plan for you was already formulated if ever things went south.

Remus Lupin- the mediator. He has the ability to appear calm and composed even in the face of danger. Remus saved you more than once just from his voice and words.

Peter Pettigrew- the tech wizard. He’s the one responsible for surveillance, turning any kind of technology into a means of protecting you.

And then there was Sirius Black, the jack of all trades. When your father chose the top candidate, it was him. He was an exceptionally skilled fighter, good with weapons, fast and light reflexes, can speak multiple languages (mainly French), and over all just a well-rounded protector.

Being born into a family with a long tradition and a reputation for producing some of the best security experts in the muggle world, Sirius stood out like a sore thumb. He was the black sheep who defied family expectations. His family's company, BlackGuard Security, was known for its merciless efficiency and rigid standards.

His abilities were evident. Succeeded in every training program he participated in, frequently outperforming his peers with fast thinking and adaptability. Your father noticed Sirius's unconventional approach to security and saw potential in his abilities. When he was assigned to be your bodyguard, he took it as an opportunity to show himself beyond the shadow of his family's legacy.

Sirius is your shadow. He’s never more than a few paces behind. But it wasn’t just duty that kept him so close; it’s the quiet and unspoken bond that had formed between you two throughout the years. A bond that went beyond the call of duty, beyond the formalities. Which he desperately tries to deny.

“Good morning, Remmy!”

You beamed, smiling as you opened the door of your bedroom to see the tall man standing outside, on watch.

It’s still a mystery to you how he looks so put together with his neat hair, suit, and the signature earpiece in his ear even though it’s still 7:00 in the morning.

“Good morning, Miss.” He smiles, closing the door behind you as you headed towards the grand staircase, Remus following a step behind.

“I rarely see you during mornings,” You comment, going down the stairs to grab breakfast.

“James had some matters to attend to, Miss.” He answered, offering a small and polite smile. You hummed, “It’s alright. I like your company, Remmy. Jamie can get a tad bit enthusiastic in mornings.” You laugh, as Remus looks at you.

“Don’t let him hear that or he might just throw a fit.” He chuckled.

“He’s James, it’s normal.” You grinned, seeing the familiar long black-haired guy talking quietly in his earpiece.

“Morning, Sirius!” You waved at him; his piercing grey eyes looked in your direction. “Good morning, Y/n.” he smiled, then went back to talking in his earpiece.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t a bit bummed that you don’t have his undivided attention, Remus noticed this and raised his eyebrow, smiling to himself.

Taking a seat at the rather large dining table, you couldn't help but sigh. Remus decided to tease you a bit, "Were you expecting more from Padfoot?" He smiles, chuckling at the way you desperately try to hide the blush on your cheeks.

"What?! No! I was just pre-occupied with other things!"

Remus doesn't believe it when your eyes wandered in the direction of Sirius who was still talking into the earpiece. "No prongs, she has an event she needs to attend in the evening." You heard him talking to what you can assume is James from the other line.

The scent of breakfast wafted through the air, making your stomach growl as the staff placed the dishes and arranged the silverware for you.

"Would you like some, Remmy?"

"No thank you, miss. I already ate."

As you ate a piece of your breakfast, you looked up to Remus. "Anything interesting stuff for today?"

"I'm afraid today will be quite normal, miss. Just a charity ball your family would attend hosted by the Malfoy family."

You frowned. It's not like you hate the Malfoys, you just don't like how they're trying to set you up with their son, Lucius Malfoy, when it was clear that he is infatuated with his mother's bodyguard- Narcissa Black.

"Do I really have to go?" You complained,

"Prongs already picked up your dress for later, Y/n." Sirius suddenly spoke up, and standing beside Remus. You huffed, already feeling tired.

“Maybe I’ll just sneak out again-“

“No can do, Y/n!” James appeared out of nowhere, his famous grin plastered on his face, Peter trailing behind him, tinkering with what seems to be a mini remote of some sort.

You crossed your arms, eyebrows raised. “And why would that be, Mr. Potter?”

“Because your escort would be Malfoy.” he grumbles, clearly not liking the idea and the dude.

“I beg your pardon?”

You tried not to roll your eyes, keyword, tried. Remus clears his throat, trying to mask his surprise. Sirius felt his eye twitch.

What if something happens at the ball? Sirius is the most capable one of protecting you from danger, sorrynotsorry.

“But!” James blurts, “We’d still attend the ball, not just that close to you.”

“Like that’s any better.”

James frowns, “Sorry. The Malfoys actually don’t even want us to attend and guard you. Your father insisted, telling them you won’t attend the ball without us.” He says, taking a seat beside you despite Remus’ warning glances directed at him.

“Just what do they want…?” Sirius mumbles to himself, already getting highly suspicious of Lucius and his family. (Not because of the fact that you’re about to get arranged to the Malfoy heir, no not at all.)

“They’re probably just annoyed, Lucius really can’t make a move on Y/n with us around.” James said, grabbing a handful of grapes and popping them onto his mouth, making you chuckle as you pushed the bowl closer to him.

“Alright, looking good Y/n!” James grinned, seeing you come down the grand staircase dressed in a red lavish gown with a gold accent.

Sirius felt his heart stop.

There was just something about you that makes his heart beat a little faster, time freezing, and the unusual flips his stomach did when he sees you.

Fuck— you were absolutely breathtaking.

You twirled, making your boys smile and compliment you, but Sirius just stood there, not reacting.

“Do I look presentable, Siri?”

You asked, trying to pass it off as a joke but they know damn well you were serious as you fiddled with a random lace in your dress. Not like Sirius noticed it, no, he was transfixed to your beauty.

“Beautiful.”

That was all you needed to hear.

“Mr. Malfoy, good evening.”

Lucius smiled slightly, taking your hand, and kissing it. “The night could not compare to your beauty, Y/n.”

It took every single fiber of Sirius’ being to not punch Lucius square in the face. How dare he flirt with you when he’s secretly dating his cousin?

You smiled politely, even though all you wanted to do is to stay a good couple of feet away from him. “You flatter me, Mr. Malfoy.”

“I am just stating facts, Y/n.” He offered his arm to you, “Shall we?”

Right. Might as well get over it.

Linking your arm with his, you nodded. “We shall.”

The boys instantly knew there was something off as soon as they stepped inside the venue.

James kept twisting the ring on his pinky finger, already thinking of numerous escape plans for different situations. Peter was on his phone, eyebrows furrowing as he checked and tries to figure out why he can't access some surveillance cameras in the venue. Sirius was on high alert, nothing could go unnoticed, he knows who approached you, how long you've spoken to them, the food that you consumed, and how that stupid Lucius kissed your hand, and interacted with you.

Remus also was alert, but one thing that made the alarms go off inside his head was the four suspicious men dressed in tuxedos quietly slipped inside the venue without getting noticed.

"Marauders, two o'clock. Four men, nearing darling's area quick." He told in the comms, eyes never leaving the four figures.

"Copy, Moony. Wormtail, any news?" Remus' earpiece was filled with James' voice. "Negative. Still trying to access." Out of the corner of his eye, Remus can see Sirius slowly inching to your direction. "Padfoot, do not engage. Wait it out." Remus heard James order Sirius, "I won't." he grunts.

That was when hell broke loose.

With lightning reflexes, one of the men pulled out a pistol and shot the large crystal chandelier causing it to fall and crash to the ground, breaking into thousands of tiny pieces. It was pure chaos, people were trying to rush out of the exits, chairs and tables were turned as they pushed through.

Sirius felt his blood run cold.

He was in autopilot, he dodged a panicked guest and leaped over fallen chairs, all while keeping his eyes on you. He cannot afford for the men to reach you before he does.

Luck was not on his side today.

He quickly closed the distance between both of you. He was your protector; he swore on his life he would protect you. Sirius would even sacrifice his life if it meant that you would be safe. He would do anything for you.

It was proven it wasn't enough when one of the men grabbed your arm, dragging you towards a hidden exit while Lucius Malfoy was escorted by the others.

"Fuck!" He yelled, as one of Malfoy's henchmen shot him in the shoulder to prevent him from going after you.

"Prongs! They have her!" They could all hear his anguished voice through the comms. Remus runs over to Sirius from where he was stationed, "Padfoot, you're injured-"

"I don't care!" He yells at his friend, "We need to fucking find her!"

"Wormtail, you better have the damn access already or I'll skin you alive!" Sirius barks angrily, talking to his comms as he fought the rest of the men with Remus helping him. "I'm in, but it's too late. They jammed the signals earlier and destroyed footages. Go to the exit, you'll see a motorbike on your left-" Sirius doesn't need to be told twice, he did what Peter told him and mounted the motorcycle, Remus quickly joining him.

"Can you see the black car ahead of you? That's them." Peter told him. Sirius was focusing on chasing the damn vehicle, so Remus answered on his behalf.

"Yeah, we're closing in. Prongs, what's your status?"

"Backsup are on their way, they'll be right behind you in 2 minutes."

Sirius felt the distant throb in his shoulder, the warm blood seeping through made his dress shirt clung onto him, but he paid it no mind.

"Keep your eyes on the road, Padfoot!" Remus reminds him as they narrowly missed an incoming truck. Sirius only nodded in reply as he grips the motorcycle tightly, weaving through the traffic and desperately trying to reach the speedy vehicle you're in.

"We're gaining on them!" Remus updates, seeing the familiar back up vehicles approaching, "Back up's near."

"Do not engage until the back ups arrive." James told them in a calm and commanding tone.

Of course.

Sirius will always be Sirius. When had he ever listened to Prongs' orders?

He is driven by his instinct, which is currently screaming at him to attack right then and there. As they neared an intersection, an opportunity was presented to him. He would be a fucking idiot to ignore it. With a calculated risk, he accelerated, effectively pulling alongside the car.

Remus sighs, already knowing his friend's thoughts and getting ready.

"Now, Moony!" Remus, who's on cue, leaned out and desperately tried to reach the car's door handle, and with a few tries, he managed to open it succesfully making him grapple with a man inside.

The car swerves, tires screeching but Sirius kept his pace. He can see you struggling with your captors, and he can hear the backup seconds away. He couldn't wait, every second counts, anything could happen.

"Hang on!" Sirius shouts, with a burst of speed, the backup cars sandwiched the car with you inside, forcing it to halt. Sirius and Remus dismounted the motorbike, guns drawn.

"It's either you release her, or I'll kill all of you and blondie." He growls, referring to Lucius Malfoy who is also inside the car.

The situation was tense, but the arrival of their team shifted the balance. The henchmen, overwhelmed and outgunned, let you go, their plan thwarted. Keeping the Malfoy Heir safe is their top priority.

Dust settled down, and the other staff handled the situation, wrapping it up. Sirius stormy grey eyes met yours in the midst of chaos. His shoulder stung, a reminder of the events that had happened tonight, although it paled in comparison to the concern etched in his face as he rushes to you.

"You're not hurt, are you?" His voice was barely above a whisper as he scanned your form. Your eyes found its way on his injury, "No, I'm alright. But Sirius, you're hurt."

Sirius exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and the world seems to slow down. "I'll live, darling. The important thing is that you're safe."

The sirens, flashing lights, and the buzz all seemed to fade out into the background as you stared into his eyes. Taking your hand in his, he placed it to his lips, pressing a kiss, his gaze never leaving yours.

"I was so afraid I'd lose you," he admitted, the vulnerability in his voice unlike anything you'd heard before. Sirius hugged you tightly, feeling him press a kiss against your hair as you leaned to his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

"You'll never lose me. Never in a million years, how could you when you're always close to me?"

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"I thought they killed you."

Summary: (y/n) is isolated after the disaster on the beach but luckily she's found just in time but just the right people. (Rick Flag x reader)

Word count: 1.0K

Warnings: Blood, injury, violence, weapons, swearing, (usual Suicide Squad things)

I stumble through the forest patting the fire out on my arm, the burnt cloth scratching against my wounds. The mission wasn’t meant to go like this - I can’t believe Blackguard sold us out. Actually I can believe it because I don’t know him, barely any of us know each other which is one of our problems, you can’t just trust strangers on a suicide mission.

So far, I imagine most of the squad is dead and those that aren’t are isolated waiting to be picked off by the soldiers hunting us through the forest.

But I keep going in the hopes that someone is alive or finding anyone at this rate would be good, friend or enemy.

Holding onto the branch above I steady myself as I try to make my way down a hill but I trip falling. I can feel my stomach reeling and despite my head feeling heavier than ever I pull myself up off the ground and continue, desperately, not knowing what’s ahead. It would be nice if next time (if there is a next time) Waller would come up with a plan B or an evacuation tactic but she doesn’t care about what happens to us so I doubt she will.

Soon after I realize that I’m bleeding from my arm, a cut, not deep but not shallow either so I rip off some cloth from my dirtied trousers and tie it around the wound, making sure there’s adequate pressure. At this rate I could bleed out from my wounds before I even get anywhere.

I hear footsteps and voices, although my head is pounding so badly that I can’t hear properly and can’t bring myself to care. Maybe if it’s some soldiers they can finish me off.

Turning the corner I can barely hold myself up but I see a familiar face I certainly didn’t expect to see.

“DuBois?” I question quietly, wondering whether I’ve lost enough blood to start hallucinating. But before I can even take another step I feel my body go limp and I collapse on myself, falling to the ground. All I hear is DuBois saying my name, worriedly before I feel my consciousness leave me.

I feel my eyelids flutter open as I’m met with a pale canopy roof. My head is killing me and my mind is fogged over with confusion and questions. I look down at my body and see all my wounds have been properly dressed and some stitched up. My skin is still dirty along with my clothes but all traces of my blood have been removed. I question why I’m here but that’s when I remember what happened before I must have passed out.

“DuBois?” I say again, quietly as I sit up. I instantly regret it as all the blood rushes to my head and I feel myself becoming faint again but it passes after a few moments.

Looking around the room, there are a couple of wooden chairs and the floor is planked - I can see through the slither of the entrance to the canopy that we’re still in a forest.

Suddenly I hear footsteps from outside the canopy and I instantly reach for my weapons but they’ve been removed so I look for the closest, best option which ends up being a syringe - it hasn’t got any liquid in it but any object in my hand becomes a weapon. I realize my shoes have been removed as I place my bare feet onto the planks, it takes me a second to stand up but after, I manage to limp quietly to the entrance.

My back is pressed up against the fabric of the canopy as I await the impending footsteps, ready with the syringe in hand.

Someone pushes the fabric aside and walks in but as soon as they do I throw my arm around their neck, effectively choking them and placing the needle so it presses against the skin of their neck, not quite piercing it but could easily be if needed.

They don’t struggle and I notice by their uniform that they’re not a civilian but whether they’re friend or foe remains unknown.

Another figure walks in behind the uniformed stranger.

Rick Flag.

My face is a painting of confusion as I look at him and then to the stranger. He walks slowly towards me.

“(y/n).” He says gently. “Put the needle down.” He says again in a soft tone as he walks towards me, hands reaching for mine. “You’re okay.”

“Rick?” I question, not entirely sure he’s there or why. “What are you-What are you doing here? I thought you…” Tears start to brim my eyes as I look at him. “I thought they killed you.” I say, my voice wavering, unable to stop the trembling.

“Put the needle down.” He’commands’ but it’s still gentle. I lower the needle slowly and release the person from my grip. Dropping the needle to the ground, Rick immediately wraps me in his arms.

“You’re okay, you’re safe here.” He reassures me, his hand stroking the back of my head as I bury my face in his chest.

“I don’t understand, I saw them, they had you!” I say. “I saw it with my own eyes!” I exclaim, tears flowing from my eyes now. “I tried to help you but they- they.”

“It’s okay. It doesn’t matter now. I escaped, you escaped. That’s all that matters.”

“And DuBois? I saw him! I swear.”

“He brought you back here, he said you fainted just after he saw you. You were hurt pretty badly.”

“Why is DuBois here?” I ask and all the confusion is only making my head hurt more.

“Waller went behind our backs and set up a second team. We were a distraction.”

“A distraction? Fucking brilliant.” I mumble, shocked but not surprised at Waller’s actions. “We were sent to die?” He sighs but nods.

“I’m just glad you’re alive.”

“Waller can’t get rid of me that easily.” I say with a small smirk and I can tell that he’s glad I’ve kept my humour throughout this shit show.

AN: First piece of writing I've done in a while!

I've been doing exams and working so I haven't posted much but I've finished my exams now so you can expect me to post more (hopefully more Suicide Squad content because I LOVE the movies).

Hope you enjoyed reading and requests are open!

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Against Vampire Law ~ *Kim Hongjoong*

Summary: Hongjoong is on trial for treason against the vampire Queen. However he has a reason for saying the horrible things he said.

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Drabble

Word Count: 768

Warning: Vampires, arguing, hurt to comfort

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“Kim Hongjoong! You are being presented before your Queen for treason against the hive.” Park Seonghwa, the vampire Queen’s secretary announced to the court. “What is your defense?”

Bowing deeply it was almost mocking, the vampire in question exclaimed. “May I start by offering the Queen my humblest apologies. I did not mean to offend.”

“Offend her you did!” Seonghwa shouted in response, quieting down when the Queen held up a hand to stop him from continuing.

Hongjoong grinned at her unimpressed frown. “Kim Hongjoong, I have failed to see what prompted these comments and rumors you made about me and the hive. Would you please explain their origin?”

“It’s quite simple, Your Majesty. I hate you.”

The gallery erupted with whispers and Seonghwa started to sputter his objections. The Queen simply closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair. Her silence only made Hongjoong grin wider. It was as if she couldn’t refute his malicious rumors he spread about her.

“This is an outrage! You shall pay for your insolence!” Seonghwa bellowed, ready to leap at the vampire before him.

“With pleasure.” Hongjoong laughed, brandishing his cane.

“Enough.”

The room hushed in an instant as soon as the Queen held her hand up again. “Let us not forget ourselves, gentlemen. You know there is to be no physical altercations in court.”

“Gentleman? This insolent blackguard is no gentleman!” Seonghwa hissed, absolutely seething.

“And he’s no gentleman either! He’s not but Your Majesty’s lap dog!” Hongjoong added, baring his fangs, which Seonghwa returned in kind.

The Queen sighed. “Kim Hongjoong, as your Queen, I require you to inform the court of all your transgressions against me. If they prove severe enough, I shall have you exiled from the hive immediately.”

Again the gallery hushed to hear the vampire speak poorly about the Queen to her face.

And speak poorly he did. “You’re Majesty, you are a disgrace to all vampires everywhere. You’re spoiled, selfish, and would rather ignore your responsibilities than be the gracious Queen they all think you are. It’s no wonder so many of us hate you. Though it seems I’m the only one here with the guts to say it.”

Gasps sounded throughout the courtroom. The Queen was practically shaking. This prompted Seonghwa to speak on her behalf.

“How DARE you! You deserve to be slain for your lies!”

“Silence.” The Queen cut him off, her voice stern. Standing up, she pointed at the man accused before her. “As Queen of this hive, I hereby exile Kim Hongjoong and sever him from any attachments to this or any hive. Court is adjourned.”

As the court descended into chaos, Seonghwa tried to follow the Queen. However, he was stopped by courtiers asking about her decision. Since she wasn’t going to say anything, he had to be the one to speak to them on her behalf.

The Queen on the other hand noticed Kim Hongjoong struggling against the restraints of her guards. He was certainly kicking up a fuss. She knew she should put a stop to it at once.

“Unhand him. I shall take it from here.”

“But, Your Majesty-”

They silenced when she glared at them. “Do as you’re told and release him to me.”

Hongjoong was unceremoniously handed to her before the guards scurried off. He straightened himself out before flashing her a wide smile. She shook her head.

“You horrible boy! How dare you say such things in court like that!” She snapped. “Why would you lie like that when I was trying to save you!”

“Ah, but I didn’t lie.” He smirked. “I spoil you too much, you selfishly demand all my time, and you ignore everyone except me when I am in your presence. Am I wrong?”

A smile appeared on her face as she wrapped her arms around him. “You’re right. Though I can’t believe we had to go through this whole ordeal.”

“We had to, for your protection.” His smile fell, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You know my reputation as a traitor to the hive proceeds me. If they found out about us, you’d be overthrown in the brutalist way possible. I can’t allow that to happen. I love you too much.”

“I love you too.”

“Besides, Seonghwa would be next in line to rule, and that would be a nightmare.”

You laughed despite his annoyance with your right-hand man. “I will never understand why you two can’t get along.”

“Believe me, we have our reasons.”

Shaking your head, you held him tighter. “I can’t believe I fell in love with a traitor of all people.”

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Without a Trace [Ch. 10]

Vigilantes AU TW: Language, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Descriptions of Blood, Minor Character Death, Gun Use, Knife Use, Major Character Death, Body Horror/Gore, Descriptions of Murder Genre: Drama, Angst, Light Comedy Pairing: ATEEZ x Reader Y/N Pronouns: Not Specified Word Count: 5.7K Summary: Vigilante work has been outlawed, thus sending nine prominent vigilantes either into retirement or into lower ground and, while some abide by the law, a few continue on. Then, one day, a greater threat forces these vigilantes to come together once again, regardless of the law.

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Notes: Two chapters in a month? I'm on a roll! But... muahaha... angst. Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

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The sound of a saxophone filled the small home, yet the record player sang to no audience. Sitting atop an old and dusty table, the song had yet to end at all. The paint on the wall behind it had begun to peel a long time ago, and its colors had faded beyond recognition of its original. The cranny seemed to be isolated from the world beyond it, existing in a space separate from time. The record itself was scratched, though, a sign of wear and tear, but overall a sign of it being well loved.

The song filled the room with a liveliness that had long been missing. An upbeat tune that was once reminiscent of a time long past and a time that should have been. It was as lovely as it was haunting, sending chills down the spines of all those who listened.

All except one. The one who put the song on in the first place, trying to distract himself from reality.

“Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again. It’s been a long, long time.” the record sang.

“No time,” Yunho dug through his pockets and pulled out a first aid kit, “Mingi’s preoccupied with Blackguard, we have to use this opportunity now.” San looked over to the group. Realistically, Seonghwa was his best bet but he won’t be much if Hongjoong is holding him back. Then he tossed a hopeful glance to Jongho, who just adjusted his wrist watch and nodded his head.

“Blackguard, catch!” Jongho threw his revolver and San caught it.

“Don’t use that unless you have to, he’s still Mingi!” Hongjoong commands.

“I know!” San shoves it between his belt. He’d rather not lengthen his already long list of names.

For now, he’s on his own. As usual.

“Mingi! Hey, buddy,” San took careful steps around Mingi, who seemed to follow him with his gaze. “Remember me? Blackguard?” He asks. No response, instead, Mingi loaded his gauntlets again and San took steps to distance himself away from him. “Come on, big guy, how about Bobby? Remember him?” Mingi seemed to hesitate for a moment. “Gotcha.” San’s excitement was clear, he found his way in and all he had to do was pull that sentiment out.

Again, Mingi thrust his fists together, another bullet clicking into place, and San tightened the straps around his forearms, the shield weighing heavily down on him. He had to bring him back, and he couldn’t brute force his way through like he did with Juyeon, so that left that one thing. Look at him go, facing a good number of his demons in one day.

Bobby, Mingi’s best friend, also known as the villain Lucky, one of many names on his list, and one that no one knew about. All Mingi understood was that Blackguard killed Bobby on a rainy night while he was on his way home from wherever and, right after, Lucky’s activity went down. San didn’t know if it was naivety or blatant ignorance that Mingi didn’t put two and two together.

“Let’s talk about it, Mingi, let’s bury this hatchet for good,” San readies himself. “I don’t know how to start this,” he takes a step back for every advance forward Mingi makes. “But I had to do it, if I didn’t, then someone worse would have. And he would’ve killed so many others.” Mingi didn’t answer, instead, he sprinted forward and San just barely moved out of the way. “I don’t want to hurt you, Mingi, but I gotta pull you back into reality,” San says.

“He can’t hold a conversation with you, Blackguard, but he’s listening!” Yeosang shouts.

“I got it!” San barks back. “Alright, Mingi, focus on me, I have to tell you the truth about him, Bobby, your friend, he was using you, Gi! You told him your secret and he used you as a source of information to give to Steelhead and to Absolute Zero,” San tried to explain, but Mingi wasn’t having it. Swing after swing, Mingi kept San on his guard. Just one hit landed would kill San, and both of them knew that. That much was clear from how hard Mingi swung, that much was clear from the way the bullet fired from his gauntlet and against San’s shield, then how the bullet ricocheted right toward Jongho, who held his arm up just in time to block the projectile at the cost of his prized watch. The clock face nearly broke entirely, stuck on the current time 6:54 pm.

“You okay?” Hongjoong pauses from bandaging Yeosang to ask and Jongho only nods, keeping his eye on the action. He’d have to make a new watch later if this one was truly out of commission.

“What’s he going on about?” Seonghwa mumbles.

“Shh, this is the first time I’m hearing this story from his side too,” Wooyoung replies. “But… where have I heard those names before?”

“Steelhead was the one who paralyzed the Ace of Diamonds,” Yunho mumbles. “And Absolute Zero killed the Ace of Hearts,” he adds.

“Oh… oh shit,” Wooyoung swallows harshly. “Then… Lucky was the end of the Aces?”

“Sure, you could say that,” Yunho keeps his eyes trained on San.

“Come on, Mingi, you have to have known!” San continues to egg him on, holding the shield up defensively. “I knew I had to keep my eye on him, on Lucky, after what Steelhead did to the Ace of Hearts. You saw what that monster did the Giselle, and that wouldn’t have happened if Lucky didn’t tip him off,” San got a good enough distance away before readying his shield to attack. “And I knew I had to get rid of him after what Absolute Zero did to the Ace of Hearts. Jeno died because Lucky tipped him off,” San threw the shield and it collided against Mingi’s chest, effectively pushing him back and rebounding the shield back to San. “Who knows how many others Lucky killed?” San threw the shield again and caught it as it rebounded off of Mingi, then he repeated that until Mingi was nearly against the wall. San pulled the revolver out and aimed it straight.

“Blackguard, don’t!” Hongjoong’s voice echoed around the room, but San took the shot anyway. The bullet moved in a straight line, but before it could reach its target, San pulled the trigger again. And again, and again, and once more, and another for good measure, with each bullet just barely grazing past Mingi and crashing against the wall behind him. Slowly, cracks began to creep up the sides of the mask, but it wasn’t enough. Mingi lurched forward and yanked the revolver out of San’s hands before using his free hand to punch San square in the jaw. How the gauntlets didn’t go off, San didn’t know, but after snapping his jaw back into place San threw a swing himself with his fist colliding with the growing breaks on the mask. Parts of it chipped off, but not enough. Mingi threw another hook and San held his shield up just in time, and after the bullet fired, a loud crack resounded, and San stumbled away. He held the shield up to his face and saw the sliver of a break along the welded lines.

Huh, how fitting.

It became a back and forth, with every punch thrown another was reciprocated, and the mask continued to crack, and the shield continued to break, neither side relenting until the shield was in shambles and the mask was just one hit away from being no more. It was through a stroke of luck that San was able to pin him down with a sorry excuse for a defense in his hands. Both of them took deep breaths, and San finally slammed the edge of the shield on the mask, sending both items into pieces around them. Beneath him Mingi was winded, he gasped for air like he’d been drowning moments before, and he looked around like a madman who’d never seen light. He scrambles away from San and spots the others.

“Mingi?” Wooyoung asks shakily.

“Woo?” Mingi swallows nervously.

“Oh, he’s back!” Wooyoung cheered and started to run over, but San beat him to it and offered a hand to Mingi, who just stared at it. After some deliberation, he took it and San pulled him up, doing it slowly as Mingi winced on his way up.

“He… Bobby, he did all those horrible things?” Mingi asks quietly.

“He did.”

“And I really didn’t know?”

“You didn’t?”

“I…” Mingi shook his head, “let’s deal with this first,” Mingi shakes San’s hand and pulls away from him.

“All’s well that ends well, right?” Wooyoung hugs Mingi and helps him to reach the others. “Let’s go find Spades, they went with you, right, Blackguard?”

“Yeah, there were two rooms, so Spades went in the other one while I came here, it was just through that door,” he point to the large doors in the back.

“So much shit came out of that door,” Seonghwa clicks his tongue.

“I know, right? No wonder Blackguard came running out of it,” Yeosang chides. The doors started to slide open again, and the group went quiet.

“Jokes aside… I don’t think we can handle another Charlatan in this state,” Hongjoong watches in tense silence, but then relaxes upon seeing who entered.

“Spades! You’re okay! We were just about to come check in on you!” Wooyoung was always the first to reach out, but your eyes were glued to the floor. You pulled your mask off and tossed it aside, your other hand gripping onto something with such fervor that San was surprised it didn’t fall apart right there. “Spades?” Wooyoung’s voice grew uneasy.

“Shit, did they get you too?” Yunho’s voice wavered, but his gaze never broke away from you.

“Spades?” San approached you slowly. “Everything alright?” He really didn’t want to break another Charlatan mask, and knowing your skills, there’s no way he’s getting out with all four limbs intact.

“You…” your voice was shakier now.

“(Y/N)?” San said your name quietly, his hand reaching out to break you out of whatever trance you were in. You watched his movements with abated breath, and soon his hand rested on your shoulder. “What happened in there?” He asks. You stared at him, a million thoughts running through your mind at once.

You were angry. You were sad. You were enraged. You were miserable. You were confused. You were scared. And, all the while, San stared back at you. You grabbed his wrist and pulled it off of your shoulder, a silent tension between the both of you. Then, you pulled him forward and wrapped your arms around him, holding him in a tight embrace like you’d lose him at any moment now. And, slowly, maybe a bit awkwardly, San reciprocated, and it was only then he noticed you were crying.

“Spades? What happened?” The worried voices of the team surrounded you in seconds.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” You finally asked when you pulled away from him.

“Tell you what?” San asked. It was then he looked at what you were holding, and when you handed it to him, the truth crashed down on his shoulders.

College Student Eric Son Found Dead in Rose Haven Apartments.

San’s mouth ran dry. Where did he even begin with this? Where should he even start?

“You kept that to yourself for so long, San,” you said quietly. “But… it wasn’t your fault, was it?” You asked him. “How were you supposed to know?” Your voice shook. San took a steadying step back.

“How… how are you so understanding?” San shook his head.

“It’s been a long time, San, I don’t want to be angry about it anymore.” Despite your words, everyone can see it, it was going to take you a long time to really forgive him. “Let’s just do what we must today, and get this over with,” you said after collecting yourself, “Aegis isn’t the only person we’re avenging.”

Next to the old record player was an old wristwatch with a cracked face stuck at the time 6:54 pm. The leather on the band had long been wearing through and the seams were frayed, but still it sat undisturbed. It was around the corner of a small wooden picture frame depicting nine people with bright smiles and carefree eyes, but behind those expressions was the weight of their choices and the consequences of their past. But, those were the least of their worries. For on that day that the picture was taken there was a much bigger occasion, one none of them thought they’d ever see or ever allow to happen.

The date on the frame was engraved into it, it was nearly a decade after the Charlatan case, a momentous win for everyone involved and the final push to bring vigilantes into a better light, it was like a miracle. It was the case that established the founding of the Arkangels, a group of heroes recognized by the world. It consisted of a network of heroes spanning over continents, but the main nine were the ones that were heralded, and they were the same nine in that picture.

A wedding for ages, they called it. With heroes from everywhere in attendance, it was the first time in years the nine were seen together in a room after they had rebranded, and stories outside of the bars they tore up will tell of the nostalgia that came from it all.

“Haven’t felt like this, my dear, since can’t remember when. It’s been a long, long time.” The record player marched on.

“Oh, I don’t know, San, I don’t think this is a good idea,” you let him guide you forward, but you kept your guard up.

“Come on, (Y/N), relax a little, it’s just me,” San reassures you. “No bad guys in the dark, not while I’m here,” he continues.

“Seriously?” You clicked your tongue. No bad guys in the dark. Was that really true?

After that whole mission, it was like everything turned around for vigilantes. The ban was lifted, vigilantes and police started working together, it almost felt like everything was too good.

But, peace came at a price.

You never did find the Charlatan. Just an empty room filled with masks and a simple message.

‘Perhaps I was wrong. “I don’t want to be angry about it anymore.” What a powerful line, (Y/N).’

And that was the anticlimactic end to the Charlatan’s reign of terror.

“Yes, seriously, alright, feel around for the chair,” San guides your hand and you sat down carefully.

“Can I take the blindfold off now?”

“No.”

“Darn,” you grinned.

“Relax, (Y/N),” San chuckles and rests his hands on your shoulders. He squeezes them gently and, slowly, your shoulders fell. “There you go, alright,” he lets you go and you hear him pull up a chair in front of you. “Okay, wait, hold on,” you hear a lighter turn on, then turn off, “okay, now you can take your blindfold off,” he says. You untied it and let the ribbon fall against your hands and, as soon as you saw the sight before you, your eyes widened and a low whistle left your mouth.

“What’s all this for?” You looked around. Candle lit dinner, sky view of the city, and music playing off in the corner from an old record player. “I didn’t think you could make this apartment look this nice.”

“Hey,” San glowered, “well, Seonghwa did most of the work,” San added quickly.

“There it is,” you teased.

“Ouch, it was still my idea, though,” San leans back on his chair. “Just… thought it’d be nice to celebrate us taking the next step together,” he clears his throat and, like magic, the ring on his finger seemed to glow in the candlelight, and so did yours. A small smile rose on your face and when he saw it, god did butterflies soar inside of him, and he couldn’t help but smile too.

“Okay, okay, I’ll give that to you,” you chuckled, “so, what did you prepare for me today?”

“Your favorite, of course,” his grin became more confident and you rolled your eyes.

“Wow, I’m impressed!” You picked up your fork and, right as you were about to dig in, the radio sparked to life.

“We have an emergency down in central avenue, are there any level three operatives free to respond?” The operator’s voice was frantic.

“Ugh,” San’s head hung low as he groaned.

“I wonder what the emergency is,” you slowly sunk your fork into your food.

“Update, multiple casualties confirmed alongside multiple suspects possibly armed with enhanced weapons. Clearance has changed, any Arkangels available should respond immediately.”

“One night, that’s all I ask for,” San moans and slumps against his chair now.

“We should help out! It could be fun,” you shrugged.

“Let’s just say we’re busy.”

“Choi San, we have a responsibility to the people!”

“Speak for yourself, I just have a responsibility for my future spouse.”

“Choi San!” You repeated his name again.

“I’m a vigilante, honey, not a hero.”

“Tomato, tomahto.”

“What? No!”

“Okay, fine, you stay here while I show up on Twitter,” you stood up and pushed your chair in.

“Lupin responding. I’m en route now,” Seonghwa’s voice crackled over the transmission.

“Ooh la la,” you teased.

“Aw, hell,” San sped past you and grabbed the speaker.

“Aegis and Harpe responding. We’ll meet you there,” he says.

“Yes!”

“You always get your way,” San rolls his eyes, but his smile revealed the truth. Aegis and Harpe, it had a bit of a ring to it. The mythological shield that protected against all and the mythological sword that cut through the impossible. Or, in a more understandable context, the immovable object and the unstoppable force. All nine of you had been asked to rebrand after being officially recognized, it was probably best not to carry on with your vigilante names after a lengthy discussion on what the team would represent. It was Hongjoong’s idea to call the group the Arkangels, a group of heroes who watched over the world, and so far this hero thing hasn’t been so bad. There were days where someone devolved back into the ways of vigilantes, but that’s what the other eight were there for, to pull each other up from whatever darkness they'd fallen into.

“Of course, one of us has to be the better one,” you grabbed the small squares hanging from your key holder and toss one of them to San. In the press of a button, the squares dissipate into smaller particles and spread over the surfaces of your bodies before settling into your uniforms.

“I’m still surprised Yunho hasn’t charged us for these nano suits,” you said skeptically.

“He didn’t ask you for a favor yet?” San asked.

“No? He asked you?”

“Yeah!” San closed the door behind you. “He asked to be the best man!”

“Huh, did you say yes?”

“Of course I did!”

“Crisis averted then!” You tossed your motorcycle keys in your hand. “Anyway, let’s wrap this up quickly so we can continue our dinner.”

“Gladly.”

The song was meant to play in the background of a much louder house, but it fell upon deaf ears. It was almost haunting now, it echoed against walls and against empty hearts. The soft clatter of a glass hitting a table resounded over the music, and then the sound of liquid being poured into it, and then the sound of ice hitting against each other and against their container too. There is a knock at the door, then the sound of it screeching against the old wood floors as it opened, and finally the sound of heavy footsteps entering the room.

“What happened to you?” The visitor asks. “What happened to… oh god.” The visitor’s voice was filled with a strange mis of shock and fear. The host remained in his spot and poured himself another glass of whiskey. He’d put on the record to distract himself from the obvious, and he turned a blind eye to it too, but one could only shield themselves from the truth for so long, and that much was clear from the shield that was lodged into the wall, bloodied and riddled with cracks.

“You’ll never know how many dreams I dreamed about you. Or just how empty they seemed without you.”

“Today marks the tenth anniversary of the final Charlatan attacks after the Arkangels infiltrated his base. Since that day, Thrones, previously known as the Cypher, had successfully reversed all of the Charlatan’s brainwashings and they have worked to restore vigilantes in a good light with the new senator. There is to be a candle light vigil in central park to honor those we lost those many years ago and we encourage everyone to come support as we remember a time long gone and dream of a brighter future.” The radio fell upon deaf ears.

Hongjoong’s breath was shaky, he clutched onto his side tightly, but blood spilled out between his fingers and onto the floor beneath him. His attacker stood above him, his head obscured by the darkness, and placed his foot on top of the wound, applying heavy pressure to it and pushing more blood out of him.

“You… I know who you are,” Hongjoong struggles out.

“It’s not like you to leave loose ends,” his pursuer says.

“I know… I got too complacent, I celebrated too early,” Hongjoong coughs.

“And, in the end, you vigilantes are still foolish,” he leans down and the Charlatan mask comes into view. “Helpless optimism, that’s what Wooyoung had until the end,” though his mouth was obscured, Hongjoong could feel his grin. “He held out hope until his dying breath that one of his friends would come help him… I should be thankful, I killed two birds with one stone that day. What a wonder… the man in the chair should stay in the chair.”

“You won’t win,” Hongjoong says.

“Oh, Mastermind, Bishop, Hongjoong, I already have,” the Charlatan says. “Your period of isolation hasn’t done you well, I see. You can change your names and your costumes, but you’re all still the same in the end. All I had to do was kill one of you to bring everyone into disarray. I once called you the Smartest, can you deduce who it was I murdered first?” Hongjoong’s mouth was sealed shut. “I might spare you if you get it right,” the Charlatan taunts.

Hongjoong didn’t have to say it, he already knew when the Charlatan arrived. The Charlatan never left a list unfinished, and Hongjoong had heard about how Han Jisung went missing a few months earlier. That left one person, one person who was on both lists.

“Funny, how fragile you all are. Under all that bravado, vigilantes are still human, hm? Yet the public still heralds you as gods among men, angels of all the things,” the Charlatan recites. Hongjoong takes one final deep breath. “Checkmate, Mastermind.”

The ticking clock was anxiety inducing. Every sound was so overwhelming that the two men in the room looked near feral, about to attack the other at any moment if the other made any sudden movement. The tension could be cut with a knife. The elephant in the room was obvious. What needed to be said was easily communicated with stares alone. It was horrifying.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen… I was so sure that…” the visitor swallowed dryly.

“Save it, Jongho,” San doesn’t move from his spot at the table, in fact, he didn’t even turn to look at Jongho.

“You reek of alcohol, San,” Jongho grimaced. San, though, didn’t answer, instead the room filled with the sound of his glass tapping against the wooden table. Then, finally, San responded.

“What do you mean that this wasn’t supposed to happen?” He turns his head slightly, just enough to see Jongho at his periphery.

“Not now, San, he’s coming after us next. We’re the only two left now, we have to be smart about this,” Jongho’s voice was rushed.

“No, what do you mean that this wasn’t supposed to happen?!” San shouts. “Did you know? Did you know that psycho was coming to kill them?!” San’s temper was basically a cracked vase, seeping through the wounds and ready to burst at any moment. Jongho had to choose his next words carefully if he wanted to fix this.

“You wouldn’t understand!” Jongho approached him ow.

“Try me!”

“You!” Jongho jabbed his finger against San’s chest, but he stopped and took a deep breath, maybe two minds was better than one in this situation. “Everything was perfect, I made sure of it, but… (Y/N) still died,” Jongho’s voice was void of all hope now, but his resolution came back when San stood up quickly, his chair toppling over behind him, and grabbed him by the collar.

“What do you mean still died?” His voice, thought drunken, still held a pointed poison to them. He readjusted his grip on Jongho and held him tighter, the sound of his jacket ripping under his fists apparent.“If you can bring them back, then you bring them back,” San shook him weakly. Jongho looked around the apartment, it was in complete disarray, untouched since that incident. Blood, though dried, still splattered the walls and seeped through the floors. The scene was so intact, actually, that the blood trails still led to their source, with any and all decay being hidden by a white jumpsuit and a taunting Charlatan’s mask. Jongho had seen six others before coming here, and you made it seven. The Charlatan’s list really was a death sentence in the end.

“I’ll fix this, I promise, I will,” Jongho says and San lets him go.

“How?”

“The wristwatch,” Jongho grabbed it from its place on the wedding picture, after pressing a few buttons and twisting the knob a few times, an interface projected up from it. “I developed it a long time ago, it broke that day, and I really didn’t bother to check if it still worked, but if it does then I have a higher chance of fixing all of this,” Jongho explains.

“I doubt it. That shit’s as broken as the day you gave it to us,” he growls.

“I… I originally gave it to you both as a memento,” Jongho says, “I really thought I got the best timeline, that time, this was the longest we’d gone but still I failed,” he held the watch up now, tracing the cracks along the glass with his eyes.

“Why rely on that old thing? I’m sure you have better ones.”

“No… not quite, this is the only one that would work,” Jongho mumbles. “This is the watch from that day, it has to be within my own timeline, I can’t jump back any further,” Jongho trails off in thought and San stays silent. “I’ll bring them all back,” he says.

“I don’t give a fuck about the others,” San grimaces.

“That’s a lie,” Jongho fires back. “(Y/N) won’t survive if the others don’t,” Jongho says.

“What happens to me then? What happens after you go?”

“Who knows?”

“Who knows?!”

“If I had to stop and think about every timeline I abandoned, I’d have gone insane by now.”

“You sick bastard.”

“Can’t you just be happy with the thought that (Y/N) is alive and happy in some timeline? Why do you have to be like this?” Jongho shakes his head and San, again, falls silent. Jongho glances over his shoulder to look at him.

“Whenever that is… you think I’m there too?” He asks. Jongho frowns.

“Who knows?” He shrugs. He sets the date for twenty years back.

“I guess I’ll never know.”

“I guess not.” Jongho has had this same conversation with him so many times now, he could almost recite what San would say next.

“How exactly does this work, Jongho?” Maybe not. If it was the same, then San would have asked how many timelines he’d seen them together in. Not many, actually.

“Well, I wind the knob, go back, change something, and hope for the best,” Jongho places his tablet on the counter and starts flipping through tabs, specifically the ones marked with a green flag. “I keep records on the past timelines, points in them that are consistent, things that always happen, things that didn’t have to happen, and integrities of certain jump points,” he says. He points to one of the tabs, “this one is the dynamic point, where things change the most, it’s as risky as it is helpful,” he mutters while he taps it. “Today the A’s regrouped to decide whether to work with the police or not. There has to be something about that day, I’ve worked on it so many times, jumped back to it so many times, but I just can’t figure out what it is,” he says quietly. But then there was a moment of realization. A factor he didn’t account for, a factor he never thought to account for. But he needed evidence first. And he knew exactly who to bring back with him to get it. The only problem was that that current version was currently dead against a wall, and the only place he could pull you out from, the only place with the less risky repercussions, would be that time. “Either there, or here,” he taps another tab and San glossed through it quickly.

Blackguard vs. the Shadow.

“Even the smallest change, the smallest difference in how either of you attack, has set off huge changes in the future,” Jongho explains. “There was a timeline where you even killed him.”

“How’d that one end up?”

“(Y/N) lived a long life, but they never found out that it was you who killed Eric.”

“What happened to me?”

“You died too, you all did eventually.”

“Was it a just death?”

“Who knows?” Jongho gave him the same cryptic answer. “But, for whatever reason, it’s always you and I as the last ones.”

“Yeah?”

And, even more interestingly, it was always you who convinced me to go back,” Jongho straightened himself, readying his wristwatch, and San could only accept his fate.

“Give past me hell.”

“Oh, trust me, (Y/N) will do that for you.” Jongho presses down on the knob, and he was gone.

San stood still for a while before grabbing the glass of whiskey on the table and walking over to you. He pulled the shield off of you first, damned thing, his undoing in the beginning and his undoing in the end. He pulled the mask off and, huh, you looked like you were just fast asleep. He sat next to you, chugging his drink down on the way, and his head fell on your shoulder.

“I hope… that in at least one of those timelines, we’re at least okay,” he whispered and he closed his eyes, listening to the song in peace.

“So kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again. It’s been a long, long time.” The apartment was filled with the sounds of the needle scratching against vinyl, a sound that continued relentlessly, even as the door opened, and the attacker returned to finish the job.

In the blink of an eye, he was once again in that god forsaken arena. Jongho adjusted his wristwatch, the darned thing as good as new, and shook his head, watching San’s dejected expression grow even more hopeless when he looked to Wooyoung.

“Here we go again,” Jongho mumbles.

“What was that?” Wooyoung asks.

“Nothing,” Jongho watched the scene unfold. What did he have to do differently this time? Well, he already did something different, something as minute as the nod of a head could have drastic changes in the timeline. But, he had to time this right. If he took you too early then he’d risk a total shut down, if he took you too early he could release a new, and likely unstoppable, villain into the past.

It’s happened before. In fact, it happened more often, he’s pretty sure, that you were quite the formidable villain. Anyone would have been driven mad at the sight of their loved one murdered, it was a rarity to see you turn into a vigilante after the Eric Son case, a fixed point in the timelines. In his first timeline, actually, he strove to kill you. That’s how this whole fiasco started, an endless and fruitless pursuit of revenge for a woman he doesn’t even remember, how tragic is that? No, it was only a few timelines ago he realized that he could change everything, he could fix the timeline in a way that lead to everyone, including himself, and a reformed version of you to happiness.

Maybe he shouldn’t play god.

But after all these timelines, after all this effort, he wanted something.

He didn’t know when he got caught up to everything, but when he saw San on the ground with you on top of him, he went into auto drive. He ran forward when he saw you shove Mingi away, and he readied the watch around his wrist when he saw you hold your knife up, and he made it to you just in time, right before your knife plunged into San’s neck, and with one hand on your shoulder, Jongho activated the watch.

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harleyquinnxcrazyx · 11 months

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Rick Flag x reader

Warning: Fear, injured, death, intense love

You were on the island of Corto Maltese. Half your team was dead since Blackguard sold you out, but you were pretty sure Amanda Waller had sent you there to die anyways. While stumbling through the forest you escaped to, your only thought was Colonel Rick Flag. Your boyfriend. You and him had been together since the first Suicide Squad was recruited and when he and June broke up, you made your move. He eventually fell in love with you, and even convinced Waller to let you move out of Belle Reve and in with him. Not that you didn’t still have to do missions. That’s why you were here now. As you tripped over a tree branch, you gasped in pain at how it tugged at the burn on your stomach. You felt people’s presence suddenly and jerked up, only to be met with relief that it was the second half of your team. Peacemaker, Ratcatcher # 2, Bloodsport, King Shark, and Polkadot man. “Y/N?” Peacemaker said, with an utterly confused look on his face. “The hell are you doing here?” You didn’t answer, just stared at them. Eventually you trekked off and the next morning found where Flag was being held according to Waller. You sliced and diced and brutally killed everyone that was in sight. As you guys opened the tent you froze as you saw Rick having a drink with a women. His shirt was off. You stood there awkwardly as everyone else. “Rick.” You said warily staring at him and the women in confusion. Rick stood up.

“Darlin’?” He asked, his eyes puffy red. He walked over to you and gently placed his hands on either side of your face. “Baby, I thought you were dead.” He whispers, his eyes glazed over by unshed tears. You kissed him and then immediately noticed everyone staring at you, so you pulled away and rested on his chest instead. “Don’t you ever do that to me again Y/N.” He stated his arms wrapping around you like a shield.

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hxlyhoax · 3 years

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Evil In The Night

Blackguard x F!Reader

[Reader’s Codename: Vertigo

Reader’s Power: Chronokinesis

-Psychically manipulate the flow of time-]

Warning: Slight TSS Spoilers, Language

Requested on Wattpad

-Hey can I have one with Blackguard X female Reader their Best Friends and then eventually boyfriend and girlfriend female reader save him from dying in the beginning.-

It had been that time of the year. The time of year where Amanda Waller came around picking out some “worst of the worst” criminals to go on a mission to save the government's ass.

You have done some missions. Usually getting teamed up with the original three members Harley, Boomerang and Colonel Rick Flag.

Harley had taken a liking to you right away. She never lets you out of her sight. Protects you at all costs. It was nice to have someone care for you like that.

You hadn’t felt like anyone cared for you in a long time. Being here for the past three years. There was hope someone on the outside still cared for you but it was probably a very slim chance.

You sat on your sorry excuse of a bed looking at the plain white walls thinking over your life and what you would do if you ever got out of Belle Reve when the door opened.

You looked over and tilted your head seeing Colonel Rick Flag then sighed knowing Amanda probably sent him to you after you ignored her advances.

“Don’t you want to get out of here” He spoke, closing the door behind him giving the both of you some privacy “See your family and friends again?” He asked , which made you look at him “My family’s dead, Flag. Nice try though” He sighed softly looking at you “I’m sure there is someone you would like to see again”

You nodded “There is, but I'm pretty sure he’s also in this shit plant so it doesn’t really matter” He nodded “I could see if he can come on the mission” you raised your eyebrow at him “you’d do that?” he nodded smiling softly “I mean you’re quiet for the most part and don’t disturb the peace. So I don’t see why Amanda wouldn’t let you have this one thing” you chucked “because she hates me” he nodded “She hates everyone”

You chuckled looking down “And besides the team wouldn’t be the same without you. And I don’t really want to hear Harley complaining about why you’re not there again” you laughed softly “So?” he questioned looking at you “Okay” you sighed standing up walking over to him “Oh, who’s your friend?” he said looking at you “I couldn’t ask you to do that, Flag” he wrapped an arm around you opening the door walking out “I’m offering” You looked up at him ”Richard Hertz” you smiled softly while he nodded “Well, good news, I don’t have to ask he’s already apart of the mission”

“Oh?” you questioned looking at him then forward to Amanda Waller who was giving you a death glare “So nice for you to finally join us, Vertigo” you shrugged at her “I can always go back inside” you began to turn around which made rick chuckle and amanda take ahold of your arm “let’s go we’re on borrowed time” you gave her a look “that sounds like a you problem” she just gave you a dirty look before dragging you to where all your gear was.

You sighed looking through what you were going to wear when you heard a scream which made you jump and look behind you “Peanut” Harley smiled running over to you hugging you tightly. You smiled hugging her back “I missed you, so much” she pouted before moving away looking at you.

You looked back at her smiling “I missed you too, Harls” she smiled at you before turning to her box and getting her clothes out and disappearing into one of the stalls. You did the same, sighing softly, not ready for what was to come.

You walked out of the stall a few minutes later as Harley was picking up one of her bags. “What do you have there?” You asked, she just looked at you with a smirk before taking your hand and dragging you to the helicopter “Boomer’s going to be so happy to see you, He’s also missed you. We all have.” You nodded “I’ve missed you guys too.”

She smiled at you one last time before stepping into the helicopter while you just stood there for a moment “Hey guys, sorry i’m late. Had to go number 2” she spoke which made you shake your head “Good to know” Flag spoke rather disgusted then looked over seeing you and smiled softly “There she is” you gave him a look before fully stepping in “Here I am” you rolled your eyes and looked around “Well, if it isn’t the infamous Vertigo” Boomer spoke smiling “How ya been” you just nodded “Good, Good” you said sitting in between him and some long platinum blonde hair dude.

You buckled up then sighed looking around “So who are you people?” You asked before anyone could speak up Rick spoke for them “This is Savant” he said pointing to a miserable looking man “Next to him is Weasel… You know Hertz” you just nodded “Unfortunately” you said with a teasing smile “That’s T.D.K, that’s Javelin and that’s Mongal” you nodded “Nice to meet you all”

Time had seemed to pass pretty slowly. You weren’t paying attention to anyone or anything. You were in your own little world until you finally heard Boomerang speak up “We’re in a butcher’s freezer, Harls, surrounded by dead hogs hangin’ on hooks. Only they don’t know it yet.” You looked over at him with a raised eyebrow while Harley let out a snort “Leave him alone, Boomer”

You shook your head before laying it down on boomers shoulder who smiled softly down at you rubbing your back. It was nice for a few minutes until he moved which resulted in you giving him a dirty look.

Then your head snapped to the Weasel that was in front of you. He was gagging which made you move your legs up onto the seat. You weren’t taking any chances.

“Yo, is this a dog?” Hertz asked which made you give him a look. “What?” you asked dumbfounded “Is this thing a dog?” he asked again with a serious look.

You were speechless. “A dog?” you asked looking at him “Yes” he said giving you a confused look “What kind of dog do you think it is, mate?” Boomerang asked, looking at him, “I don’t know, I'm not familiar with all the breeds” he said furrowing his brows.

“I’m gonna go with Afghan Hound.” T.D.K spoke which made you shake your head “Since when does Afghan Hounds have bloody thumbs” Boomerang asked while you just shook your head “I knew I should of just stayed in my cell, this shit isn’t worth it” you spoke quietly

“Oh, my God, is it a werewolf? I’ve wanted to meet a werewolf forever.” Harley spoke which caused Richard to freak out “Yo, they sat me next to a werewolf?” you shook your head “Yo, let me out. I do not fuck with werewolves.” Richard panicked trying to unbuckle himself.

You stared at him blankly while Rick stepped forward “Hey, hey, he’s not a werewolf, okay! He’s a weasel. He’s harmless. I mean, he’s not harmless, he’s killed 27 children” your mouth dropped “27?” you let out with a small squeak which made Rick nod “27”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve swallowed 27 children” Boomerang spoke up which made everyone’s attention go to him “Amateur” both you and Harley spoke before looking at each other and giggling softly while Rick just shook his head “anyway… I'm pretty sure we got him to agree to this… whatever the case, everyone get into position to drop.”

You started to get ready when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind which made you look and smile “hi” hertz spoke quietly you turned around hugging him back “hi dick” you kissed his cheek which made him smile before you walked over to the ledge seeing weasel drowning making you look up at rick “Aren’t Weasels suppose to be able to swim?” he just gave you an annoyed look before pointing for you to go “I can’t swim” you said looking at him holding back a laugh which made him roll his eyes “yes she can, she was a competitive swimmer growing up” Richard spoke up before being pushed over the ledge by you “Can you please just go” you sighed and nodded “fine”before saluting him “adios colonel” and jumping off the ledge.

He shook his head before following you. You had made it to shore. Sitting with Boomer and Blackguard while everyone else was getting into place. Then, Richard begin to stand up “what the fuck are you doing?” you asked “Hey guys… Hey” he shouted

“There’s fucking soldiers everywhere” Boomerang whisper shouted at him “You can come out now, it’s just me…. I’m the one who contacted you.” Richard shouted again which made your mouth drop “You mother fucker” You started to stand up but Boomer held onto you shaking his head “Look, look. I brought everybody, look. They’re right behind me. Whoa. Hey. Hey, guys. Whoa. We got a deal, right? Uh… Uh…”

Before anything major could happen you slowed down time and stood up walking over to Richard turning the bullet that could have struck him in the face and pulled him back into position before resuming time giving him a death glare. “You’re a god damn fucking idiot” you spoke with venom in your voice before getting back into position. Shooting when you needed to save your ass or one of your friends.

From the corner of your eye you saw Richard start to move but you gave him a look. He stayed still after that. Not wanting to anger you more than you already were.

After about a good hour or two. The only ones on your team left standing were Harley, Rick, Richard, Boomer and Javelin. You had a small victory.

You looked over at Richard who had a guilty look “I’m sorry” he spoke on the verge of crying “If I knew you were going to be here, I would have never made that bet. And it was too late to back out of it” You looked at him “So if I wasn’t even here my best friends would have probably been dead. Including you” you spoke

Harley was about to interrupt but Rick shook his head knowing you two needed this moment. “You could have died, Richard. And the worst of that is I wouldn’t have even got closure. I love you but you’re a goddamn idiot”

He smiled softly hearing the “I love you” but soon frowned after actually looking over the beach seeing all the bodies of his fallen teammates and the Corto Maltese Soldiers then over at what’s left of the team “I really at sorry” he spoke quietly

They all nodded, not really forgiving him. You sighed “Let’s get going. We got a long day ahead of us” you spoke quietly beginning to walk with Harley who wrapped her arm around you “It’s going to be okay. Sweets. The important ones are still alive” You looked at her and nodded “Yeah, the important ones are still alive.”

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bluesbunny · 3 years

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Hello there! This is my first post and I’m not even sure I’m doing this right but I’m trying. Anyways! the lack of blackguard fics personally offends me so I’ve decided to get off my lazy arse and try to write one myself?

Reader is not meant to be of a certain race but there are mentions of blushing one or two times!

No smut for now but cw: making out?

Enjoy?

Electricity Part 2

You weren’t an idiot. Far from one. Which is why once you heard about a so called task force, otherwise known as a “suicide squad” being recruited, you knew, you sensed, you were to be one of the (un)lucky ones to be chosen.

Ever since you were young, there was something different about you. An air of superiority seemed to surround your entire being, regardless of the fact you were a small prepubescent child. You were special. The universe knew it. And somehow you excluded it.

Though everyone knew you were special, it wasn’t until you reached the ripe age of eleven when the reason why you had acclaimed such entitlement was revealed… In such a horrible way.

It was just a normal, regular Tuesday eight or so years ago. You were outside just as you always were after a long day at school. The neighbourhood was calm, with only five other children to be seen. They were nearly all either the same age as you, older or a few years younger.

Sitting cross-legged on freshly watered grass, regardless of the fact that your jeans were slowly becoming damp, you were making a long line of daisy chains with a girl from down the road. She hadn’t seemed to mind the way you radiated strange vibes. You were just a regular girl in her eyes and who was eleven-year-old-you to refuse friendship from someone your own age? Especially someone who didn’t act like you had the plague.

You now wished she was like the others— scared to even breathe in your direction.

You weren’t so much of a talker and more than often you preferred silence. Though the girl from down the road seemed to speak enough for the both of you. And like she usually was, she was in mid rant about something to do with the farmer down the road not letting her pet the horses, her nimble fingers working haphazardly away.

You’ve always had a fairly short temper. It was just something you’ve never been able to help. She knew that. She’d witnessed the way your nose flared, the way your fists clenched and body tensed whenever something inconvenienced you, minor or not. But she always found a way to bring you back to placidity before you were able to become truly angry.

Every single time but that Tuesday.

That very normal, regular Tuesday. You had previously been frustrated with school and had planned a quiet afternoon playing with flowers. The continuation of her whines and the lack of silence built onto your ever growing frustration and no matter how hard you tried to fight it, the constant sting of her squeaky voice irritated you more than usual. On this particular day you could no longer stand it.

It was as if your frustration leaked into every single cell you had, had taken over your muscles and fused with every nerve ending. It acclaimed such mass that it became tangible in the form of electricity. Pure, unwired, electricity. It sizzled and cracked and painted your palms in such a bizarre light that was rare to be seen up so close. The girl had barely had the chance to choke on her words before the buzzing lights had jumped into her tiny chest and she was gone. The lights disappeared and her soul left in tow. No sooner than the flick of a light.

You’d murdered her on that Tuesday.

You; a child who was barely able to tie your own shoelaces, had murdered the only child your age who seemed to like you. Who seemed to want to like you. You’d murdered your only friend.

Obviously there was no way you were allowed to live as a normal human being after that. You were locked away in a place along with others who had once been “superior” but were never taught how to handle it.

Slowly, as your touch with humanity was cut sparse, you’d lost yours.

Four iron walls were your life for five consecutive years until you escaped. A new guard had become sloppy with his job and you’d wrapped both hands around his delicate neck while his back was turned and zap!

You’d killed him.

Your second murder was committed at the age of sixteen. The only difference was once it was done, you lacked the feeling of overwhelming sorrow that had previously consumed you for many years.

Locking you away had caused more harm than good.

You were completely unhinged, having lost any sentience within those four iron walls. Revenge played on your mind like a broken record, stopping and repeating constantly. You were angry. Angry at yourself for being such a mess; at the world for letting you and so many others down; and at the girl from down the road for not ignoring you like everyone else.

Your anger had spiralled into the tangible form of electricity once again. With having it forced away for so many years there was zero chance for you to learn how to control it. You were burning with the need to just let it out. Thus you became a flayed circuit. The ends of your protective rubber broke away; drowning you in temporary madness that washed up with multiple casualties. Or, in other words: a killing spree that lasted over the course of ten months until you were finally cornered and captured and sent to Belle Reve to live the rest of your life in a non-conductive collar.

Things were different there. Of course it was nothing like the life you had before, but it was something other than four excruciating, solid, iron walls.

You had a collar practically imbedded into your throat at all times, but it was the most freedom you’d had since you could remember.

And, very rarely, you were taught to control the vicious electricity running through your veins.

Slowly, you’d reclaimed a sense of humanity. You were almost human again.

After you’d come down from your episode, however, the reality of your doings had caught up with you. Fifteen more lives had been taken by your hands. Fifteen innocent lives.

Not one thing could come in contact with your oesophagus without being retched back up for weeks.

You’d become skin and bones but it was nothing compared to the mental torture of living with the blood of seventeen people on your hands.

Two more years had passed before you could say with even the slightest bit of confidence that you were better. A better person? Not in a million years. But were you better mentally and physically? Yes.

You’d come to the conclusion that you were extremely powerful; more so than you’d once thought. But with a lifetime in prison, that wasn’t really much of an excitement. You couldn’t do anything with the knowledge. Only sit and marinate in your own guilt with a constant reminder that evil ran through your veins like a live wire.

But recently, having heard rumours of the suicide squad being reformed and the knowledge that you weren’t the only one to come to the realisation of the extent of your powers, you knew there was a ninety nine percent chance you were one of the chosen ones.

And you were correct.

Two days later you had Amanda Waller banging on the walls of your cell, not giving you a chance to speak before she was barking the rules into your ears and practically signing yourself up for you.

One explosive implant into the base of your skull and a few threats later, you were waiting in the yard to board a plane that was a one way road to your deathbed.

It was cold outside, a breeze engulfed your slightly shivering form and caressed every inch of bare skin that your little leather outfit didn’t reach. There were many others standing around the jets. So many different personalities, looks and characteristics were played out before your eyes and it was strange. Your life had been so tasteless so far (minus the killings) and to see others who had pretty much been in the same boat as you cope and obtain some wild personalities was close to crazy.

From afar your eyes zeroed in on someone fairly tall and lean. He was dancing and jokingly reaching for one of the twin guns he had strapped to his chest, all in front of a guard whom kept reaching for his own gun in retaliation. You couldn’t tell a single thing about your fellow task force member other than the fact that he was clearly an idiot; the guard—and multiple others— could easily blow his face off at any second and it seemed like he saw it as a joke.

You sighed and continued to watch your surroundings. These people were some of the last you’re probably ever going to see. Your fellow criminals and soon to be fellow corpses.

“Y’smell something?” A voice came from a few feet beside you. Startled, you lose your footing, promptly stumbling back a few steps before quickly regaining control of your feet. You turned to face your company.

“What?” Your voice is curt but every bit confused.

It’s the man you were staring at before—god knows how he got so close so quickly— he gives you a crooked grin and tilts his head ever so slightly and it causes his bleach blonde hair to fall in slight tendrils across his forehead to which he languidly swipes away with his heavily armoured arm. You swallow harshly.

He gestures to your face, “It’s all screwed up. You look like you smell something bad,”

You spluttered. Half shocked at his audacity and half embarrassed by his words.

He watches as you try to regain your composure, a cocky grin taking over his features. His lips part and he teases: “You’re choking already? I didn’t even do anything,”

“Very funny, Goldilocks.” You snark, “You can leave now.” Turning on your heel, you continue to analyse your surroundings.

But he speaks up again. “Nick name bases already? Wow, okay give me a second— let me think of one now.”

You audibly rolled your eyes. What did you do in your past life to deserve such company in what could be your final moments?

“Oh come on, sweet cheeks, face me now.” He hums, the gravel crunching under his feet as he steps closer. A pause. “Actually…no.” He says, voice drawn to a lilt as if he’s discovered something.

“Yeah, no… you’re so good like that.” He murmurs and you can hear him inhale sharply.

Spinning on your heel so quickly you almost black out from the sudden movements, you caught his eyes quickly lift themselves from your sparsely clad behind. Your jaw dropped wide open.

A pout took over his features. “Awh, you’re kidding, Sweetheart. I was enjoying the view!”

You could feel, if not see your face becoming lit aflame. “I- you can’t just-“

Pale fingers reached forward to gripped your chin in a surprisingly firm hold. They lifted your jaw upwards until it closed with a snap. His finger trailed its way over the curvature of your jaw and placed itself on your lips, shushing you. He bent his head down close to your own, his lips twisted in a smirk and he murmurs in a low voice: “Just teasing you there,”

The atmosphere had changed. Your voice box had abandoned you and all you could think of was: Jesus, he was incredibly attractive up close.

Your heart was pounding as he stared at you. His eyes roaming every inch of your face.

“It’s pretty easy to make you all flustered,” he commented.

You’d never found it easy to blush. But with him being so impossibly close, his fingers leaving their lasting imprint on your skin and his voice sending shivers down your spine, you were practically crimson.

What in the world were you doing. You met this man—hardly—only a few minutes ago and he already had you melting in a puddle with a single touch.

Your eyes were wide as they stared up into his mirth filled ones. Your lips still firmly sealed by him, only it had now changed to his thumb. The digit barely caressed your bottom lip as it moved in soft, measured swipes.

His eyes seemed to fade a few shades darker the longer he watched you. Slowly, they trailed their way down your burning face until they stopped at your lips. Or rather, the placement of his thumb.

Testingly, he wiggled his thumb at the seam of your lips until you opened them slightly. He forced his thumb inside and placed it onto your little pink tongue where he held it there, placing only a tiny bit of pressure to have your knees weak.

His height had him leaning down to be eye level with you, his own becoming every bit darker as the moments passed. Watching him turn all breathy at the sight of you awakened something foreign inside of you and all of a sudden your lips were wrapping around his digit and you were sucking.

A dark groan tumbled from somewhere inside his chest and quicker than you could recognise, he had you in his arms and around the corner of the prison where you were both being blocked by the back end of one of the jets.

He slammed you into the wall, your legs wrapped tightly around his narrow waist and arms clutched securely to his wide shoulders. You gasped— the breath being knocked from your lungs at the sudden impact, but there was not a second more to dwell on it before your whole jaw was cradled in his large hand and your breaths became one.

His scent consumed your entire being. Minty with a hint of musk and you couldn’t get enough of it. He smelled so masculine and if it wasn’t for his lean body pinning you to the wall, you were almost certain to crumble.

His lips, slightly chapped and cut up, pressed against yours and your senses melted into nothing until all you could focus on was him. His hands which were groping and massaging your ass; his hips which were pressed so deliciously against yours and his head which you had cradled between your hands.

Experimentally, you let your tongue wander from your inside your mouth to tentatively lick his bottom lip. Encouraged by his tiny groan, you let your tongue wander inside his mouth to battle with his own. Foreheads clashing together and breaths being stolen one by one, it was frantic; almost desperate. Nothing about making out before a suicide mission was sweet or romantic; you were both just fuelled by adrenaline and the need to get off.

Your hand left safe grounds and traveled down his armoured body until it reached his hip. You squeezed harshly and he bit your lip in retaliation.

You tore your lips from his own, panting and barely able to get a word out, you desperately fumble with his complicated suit.

“Are you sure?” He gasps out, giving you a chance to stop before he unleashes years of pent up frustration onto your body.

“More than. Please just fuck me,” you all but whined out.

His chest heaved in rhythm with your own, you were trembling with desire.

“Fuck,”

heyyyy. this was just an experiment before I decided to get down and dirty with writing on here. Let me know if I should post a part two?? this most likely sucks and I’m certain I’m going to regret it in a week or two but oh well

#blackguard #blackguard x reader #pete davidson #reader #richard hertz #dick hertz #richard hertz x reader #pete davidson x reader

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