#Woman pulled up on a Siren and expected a dangerous woman

[yandere-sins]

Yan-Poll #10

[The Stalker Part 2]

Strange was no longer an expression that could be used to describe your life.

Maddening chaos, a whirlwind of panic, fear, and more sinister things came to mind whenever someone asked you how you'd been. You don't even tell them anymore, some of them declaring you mad for still going on about your stalker after so many months, but there never being evidence to show them. They were scared for you in the beginning, but now they were suspicious of you.

You can feel him at all times. Sometimes, you think he brushes by behind you, or you feel his breath against your neck, his eyes on you at all times. But even so, you never met him. He's been there... and yet he wasn't. He never seems to need a day off from his stalking, his break-ins being more like him coming home every day, and neither the police nor security could catch him.

Even when he started delivering you more sinister gifts, like hands and eyes, whenever you refused him.

You pleaded, begged, and asked him to stop, but he was far from it. He allowed you to live your life, but only on his terms. You were to do what he wanted: eat the meals he prepared for you, take a bath when he ran it for you, and even take time off work when he requested it. Intrusively, he was taking over. And after all the misfortune it brought you, you simply... caved. You were so drained of strength that you let him do as he pleased.

It was a surprise that he even let you do things on your own, like buy groceries. Most meals were pre-made by him whenever you got home, but sometimes, he let you cook instead, expecting you to leave some for when he came to visit. He loved your cooking, expressed it so many times before, and 'rewarded' you for it, although it was never a surprise for him. He was watching you, after all. Every. Step. Of the way.

However, you acknowledged it was better than being stuck at home in fight or flight all day.

You dodged everyone at the grocery store, knowing that talking to someone would make him jealous. It was almost ridiculous how much you danced to his tune, but receiving the hand of a woman whose nails you complimented was lesson enough. Quickly, you gathered what you would need, before hurrying to the self-checkout and leaving the potential dangers of public, your heart aching for the times where you didn't need to fear for other's lives in every setting you were in.

Perhaps it was fate that made you go outside that day, the goodwill of the gods you had prayed to all this time. Still, nothing could have prepared you for the accident that took place just before you could reach your home. A car passed you by just moments before you heard the squeaking of breaks, then the deafening crash of machinery ramming into each other.

Screams echoed out before you could turn around, flames lighting up the early-evening darkness. You heard countless people's footsteps rushing out of their houses and passing you by as you stared at the scenery behind you. Sirens were blaring in the distance as you looked at the body lying on the ground, clothed in black. Someone tried to stabilize the person. Tried to help him.

You'd know him, even when he lay mangled and in pain on the dirty ground. Even without ever knowing his handsome face that became unraveled only when the paramedics deemed it safe enough to pull his helmet off. It was him. Your stalker.

When your eyes met, you witnessed a mixture of pain, devastation, but also... happiness in them. Perhaps because you finally knew. His existence was no longer a shadow that threatened you but a human who bled and hurt and deserved help, despite all his misdeeds. You should have felt sympathy for him, but you were so emotionally drained, you couldn't do anything.

But you also couldn't leave.

There was the person who had made your life a living hell. Who made sure you neither slept nor were awake for the last months, who even made you doubt yourself so many times. Who harassed and abused you to the point it made you want to give up resisting. You weren't sure how severe his injuries were, but part of you hoped he'd die. Perish. Disappear from your life.

And another part... wanted answers.

Why did he do all this, why go to such lengths? What was his goal, and why did he need to go about these things in these particular ways? Who were the body parts from, and where were these victims? What happened to them? And most importantly, why did he choose you?

You'd never have the answers if he died now. He'd be gone, but could you ever return to your old life without the answers? Could you live with yourself knowing people died and you survived by pure chance? Because something happened to him before he could do it to you? If he died, you'd never get justice for anyone. Everyone would keep believing you made all of this up. You'd be miserable, and he'd won.

As if he realized your inner tumult, he smiled before turning his head over and putting on his best pained expression towards the medics. Slowly, he raised his arm, pointing towards you and saying some words you couldn't hear, but the paramedics' heads snapped around, suddenly calling out to you.

"Hey! You're his spouse, right? Your husband needs to get to the hospital asap! You can drive with us!"

They didn't wait for you to respond before they started loading him on a gurney, your stalker never looking away from you. As if to say, "You want the answers? Come to me."

Your home was so close that you could run and hide inside, but you might lose the chance to ever get the answers that you'd want or need for your future therapy. Would you ever recover, not knowing if he survived or not? When he'd be back? This could be your last chance to figure things out and bring him to justice, or at least be sure he wouldn't come back to haunt you.

"Hurry!" one of the medics shouted, rushing to your side, perhaps to aid you as they might have thought you were in shock after seeing your husband like this. There was not much time, and you had to decide what you wanted to do immediately.

(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)

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[radiance1]

There was a rumor going around with the people who go out at sea. One where a voice could be heard the farther you went out, there was no fixed placed it came from, no has anyone ever seen the owner of said voice, but everyone who has heard of it claimed it to be the most beautiful, enchanting voice they've ever heard and they felt as if within a trance.

Like a Siren's song.

No one really saw a problem with it, the voice was nice to hear out at sea and unlike the Siren's heard in stories the voice never tried to lead anyone astray or entrap them so far that they willingly fall into the ocean.

At least Diana and Batman went undercover for a high profile event. Diana was sure she didn't hear correctly when she heard there might be the chance of being far enough to hear the 'siren's voice', it couldn't be a siren, for they were turned into trees thousands of years ago.

The host of the party didn't lie, however. Far enough into the ocean and she heard the voice of what was unmistakably a siren. Did one of them somehow manage to escape the punishment of Aphrodite? Or did someone reverse their transformation into a tree.

She had to know, she may not be killing innocents know, but with the track record of the Siren's she knew, it would only be a matter of time before she killed someone.

After the mission was over she called for a meeting with the Justice League. Asking her to help locate the lone Siren out in the sea, Siren's were dangerous beings, captivating wayward sailors with their voices to bend their will and inevitably kill them.

With Batman's help she managed to pinpoint where exactly the Siren seemed to frequent the most, then sent out to find her. She wasn't exactly surprised that Batman followed her, she sort of expected it, even.

She knew Siren's were dangerous women, their voices their most powerful weapon to captivate the weak willed. She could see that this Siren at least had some good in her, based on how no sailors disappeared or threw themselves into the ocean, and hoped she would allow herself to be reformed.

So what was she supposed to do, when she flew to the lone rock sitting in the sea with Batman in his plane behind her, and the dangerous Siren she expected was not only a child, but male as well. A boy who couldn't even be past his teens, yet covered in scars from where she could see.

The most dastardly scar of all being what was undoubtedly one of dissection running down his torso.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #wonder woman #Welp folks. #I seem to have finally dipped my toes back into bad parents Jack and Maddie here #Hahaha.. #Don't get used to it because I won't be caught lackin like this ever again #(lie) #Woman pulled up on a Siren and expected a dangerous woman #Not a tiny 14-year-old covered in scars that looks extremely traumatized. #Neither did Batman in all honesty.

[the-bottom-of-the-abyss]

siren song - chapter 1

previous chapter: prologue

next chapter: chapter 2

A/N: First, thank you so so so much for all your kind words!! I did not expect for this to get as many notes as it did! I'm so happy you guys are excited bc I am too! That being said, this is a long one! Also I changed it to a reader insert bc I think it fits better. If you haven't played the campaign, this mission is straight from it with most dialogue being the same. I really wanted this to feel like you were there the whole time. A lot of it is that mission but there's a small gift at the end ;) Our MC's femme fatale ways will return in full force next chapter!

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Ghost

27 August 2022

2330, Classified location, Al Mazrah

Ghost approached the helicopter, listening to General Shepard.

"You're wheels up in five."

"Roger."

"Marines are loading in now. You'll be leading with two Sergeants."

"Two?"

"Soap MacTavish and Siren."

Ghost scoffed under his breath. "No last name?"

"It's classified."

Before he could make a smart remark, one of the many soldiers coming off a truck approached him. "Let's get ourselves a win, yeah, Lt.?" The man addressed him causally, causing Ghost to assume this was "Soap". 

Soap lightly punched his shoulder. "Save ya a seat sir."

Just his chipper attitude was enough to make Ghost brace for a long mission. As he was about to go board the helicopter as well, a black SUV stopped close to him, and the backdoor opened to reveal a woman in tactical gear, helmet in her hands, and a rifle on her back. She quickly walked towards him and he took in her appearance; hair pulled back into a ponytail, an objectively beautiful face, and piercing eyes. It was her expression that made him pause. She didn't sport any particular expression, almost as if her own skin was the mask, hiding all underneath.

Almost as if he couldn't help himself, his gaze wavered. He silently scolded himself as he looked her up and down, his steady pulse feeling more fleeting than normal. Once reaching him, she stuck out her hand and looked him straight in the eyes, not even acknowledging his skull. "Siren, sir. Nice to meet you."

Logically, Ghost knew there was another Sergeant, he was told so. But for some reason, he was taken aback at the beautiful and seemingly fairly young woman in front of him. It was clear she was an American, the only one on their current team.

He shook her hand, noting that her hands were much smaller, but her grip was just as strong as his. "Ghost," he replied. "Board the heli, we're leaving in a few." 

There was something about her. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but she was hypnotizing, and by the look in her eyes, dangerous too.

"Fucking hell."

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Siren

27 August 2022

2345, In helicopter en route to Al Mazrah

You sat in between two marines who kept glancing at you, not that you payed any mind. No, you were more intrigued by the man in front of you. The man with the deep, British accent: the Liutenant. He wore a skull mask on top of a balaclava, the only thing truly visible was his eyes. Those same eyes gave you a thorough look over earlier, not bothering to hide the action. Unlike most men he didn't shy away from sustained eye contact. 

In fact, his gaze was on you right now and intense; it made you feel a flicker of something you hadn't felt in a very long time.

You cocked your eyebrow, asking what he was looking at. 

His eyes then narrowed as if to say: Indeed, what am I looking at?

It felt like a contest, seeing which would break first; the tension felt like—

“So what’s your name?” 

Soap, the Sergeant with a Scottish accent, interrupted the intense moment, bringing everyone’s attention to you. 

“Siren.” You replied, not bothering to elaborate. 

There was a pause, Soap looking at you expectantly. And while he wasn’t looking anymore, you could sense that the Lieutenant’s curiosity was also peaked. 

“Why?” The Sergeant asked. 

You took a breath. It was always…. odd to explain your name. It’s not like you chose it. And for those who were stupid enough, would comment about your “tactics.” You didn’t know these men, and they didn’t know you; it was probably better that way. 

“I suppose if we’re working together,” you started, “you’ll find out eventually.”

And with that, you didn’t say anything else. Instead, you chose to examine your rifle, the SP-X 80; reliable, and quick— two of your favorite things in a weapon. You did like getting up close and personal, the adrenaline, the satisfaction at successful fooling others into believing you were some innocent but seductive woman instead of a cold-hearted killer. However, if you couldn’t do it close, you liked being far. 

Eventually Ghost stood up and began his brief. 

“Bravo team offloads here. Alpha team stays onboard to land downrange. Both teams meet in the middle. Remember, we want Hassan alive, but this is capture or kill.”

The marines singalled their affirmative, whether by nods or a “Yes sir.” You and Soap both got up to follow Ghost as he went to exit the helicopter.

“Keep up Soap, Siren,” he threw over his shoulder as he stepped out.

You put on your helmet, slung both the rifle and an M4 over your back, and put on your night vision goggles, everything appearing in shades of blue. 

“Razor-1, all Bravo deployed. Moving to secondary HLZ.”

The helicopter flew on ahead while you and the others with you moved forward through the destroyed cobblestone.

All of sudden, shots were being fired ahead, followed by a panicked pilot on comms. “All stations- Razor-1 is bracketed, we’re getting lit!”

“Incoming-Flares! Flares!” flares erupted from the helicopter, narrowly avoiding being taken out by a missile. “Shit that was close!”

Before anyone could echo their relief, you saw something out of the corner of your eye, something headed straight towards the heli. 

“Second missile!” you yelled into the comms. Unfortuantely it was too quick for them to react and you and the rest of the Bravo team watched the missile collide with the helicopter, sending it spiraling downwards.

“Razor-1 going down! We’re going down!”

It crashed into the ground, landing in the middle of some buildings and erupting into flames prompting Ghost to try to hail the other team. “Alpha, what’s your status?”

Gunshots began to ring out, aimed at the downed aircraft. There was still no response from the comms and you watched the Liteunant attempt to contact them again. “Alpha, how copy?”

Finally, the channel crackled to life. “Bravo—Alpha is immobile. Multiple critical!”

“Oh shit! We’re taking effective fire!”

All you could do was watch in dismay as gunfire rained down on the heli, with only a few shots being returned.

“Alpha,” Ghost radioed, “we’re moving to building 1. Hold tight.”

At that, Soap swung his head towards the Liteunant, “Ghost, we need to secure that crash site now.”

Ghost shook his head, “First we clear for Hassan, that takes the heat off Alpha. Then we secure the crash site. Clear?”

“Roger that.” Soap said.

“Roger,” you echoed.

The team crept closer, guns sweeping in all directions as you moved through the farm plots and up to the building. As you reached the top of the hill where the backdoor was, you began to here Al-Qatala forces talking, yelling to keep firing at the helicopter, anticipating more of us would show up to aid the Alpha team. While it may have seemed cold, Ghost was right; you could admire that: making those hard decisions, ones that seemed heartless to everyone else.

You swapped out your sniper rifle for your M4 and aimed at the door. Ghost pulled out a sledgehammer, “Breacher up!” and smashed the door down, seemingly taking very little effort on his part. Two people were inside, immediately taken out by five people simoltanelously firing.

“Sweep through,” he ordered. Both floors were clear of both AQ and Hassan, as announced by two marines.

Almost immediately, though, one of them shouted into their comms, “Contact! Building two!”

“They know we’re here!” Ghost shouted. You switched back to your sniper and aimed for the opposite building. You took out two while Soap, also sporting a sniper rifle, took out the others.

“All stations, crash site is taking rocket fire from building two, second deck!”

“Alpha,” Ghost responded, “taking building two now, hold fast!” He gestured for the team to follow him towards the back of building two and instructed Soap to enter through the window. You followed Ghost in, and watched as he threw a knife and hit an AQ member dead center in the face. While you didn’t have time to think too hard about it now, you noted to file that memory for later. He kneeled, pulling the knife out of the man’s face before gesturing to go upstairs. Before you could move forward too much, the soldier infront of you was shot from a room attached to the hallway. “I’m hit!”

You quickly shot his attacker and he mumbled, “Someone in the next hallway.”

You moved forward with your M4, taking out the person aiming at the heli with a rocket launcher. Soap appeared before and spoke into the comms, “Ghost, Siren took out the enemy rocket.”

“Roger. Time to hit the crash site,” Ghost responded. “Siren, how are you with that rifle?” At some point he removed his night vision googles, revealing his eyes, visible through his mask. Maybe others shied away from his gaze, but you never were one to back down.

You looked him straight in the eye and replied, “Deadly, sir.”

You could have swore his eyes widened a fraction, suprised by your answer. 

“Stay here on the balcony for cover fire, rest of Bravo, circle up outside.”

The rest of the team left, talking to your team member who was shot in the chest plate in the hall.

You made your way out to the balcony and laid down, propping up your rifle and watched as Ghost and Soap made their way to the helicopter, everyone else fanning out in front of building two for cover.

The comms crackled with Ghost’s gravely voice, “Expect contact. AQ’s waitin’ for us.”

 Both of them were only in the heli for a few seconds before you spotted enemy combatants approaching from the tree line.

“Engage!”

As soon you heard his order, you found your first target. You emptied your mind of all concerns, wrestled control of any errant thoughts of this or that. You took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

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Ghost 

28 August 2022

0030, Al Mazrah, U.R.A.

‘Deadly, sir’ she says, he thought to himself. He can hear himself calling out directions of enemies to the others, his firing on autopilot. But everytime a target becomes to close for comfort, they fall, bullet to the head. And he knows Soap is firing in another direction, leaving only one person to be taking them out at a rapid speed.

Something about her prickled his senses. Maybe it was her demeanor, her confidence. Maybe it was that she looked like she knew what everyone else was thinking. Maybe it was that she seemed to challange him with her eyes whenever he looked. He wasn’t sure he liked it.

For now, he didn’t have time to entertain those thoughts, busy on trying to prevent being pinned down by AQ.

After the first wave was over, he ordered for Bravo 7-6 to call in air support, not wanting to get overrun by any reinforcements that were surely on their way.

Before air support could arrive, smoke rolled into the treeline.

“Siren, do you have a visual behind the treeline?” he questioned into the comms.

“Take cover—They have grenade launchers! I’ll take them out!” she responded in an urgent tone.

He heard one shot….two… three… four… five…

“Ghost, launchers gone. More AQ on the field.”

Both he and Soap worked on clearing out the rest of the field, eventually all movement ceasing.

In the stillness, he radioed back to his other Sergeant, “Siren, I need you down here right now.”

“Roger. Moving.”

Soap approached his side, “Ghost, we should fall back to the house.”

“Negative,” Ghost said, “We clear this position and push. If Hassan’s still here, he’s out ahead. 7-6, patch us through to air support.”

“7 Actual, Kilo 0-1. Fire is one mike.”

“Kile 0-1, you’re cleared hot on anything forward of our position. Danger close approved.” As he was talking, Siren joined them in the heli, nodding at him and Soap.

“You’re a damn good shot, lass,” the Scott declared, earning him a small smile from her.

Before he could say anything, Bravo 7-2 interuptted, “Lieutenant, we got armored vehicles incoming. Four of them.”

Ghost was not suprised, but it wasn’t ideal for a downed helicopter to be the only cover you have against APCs. 

“Standby for engage!” he ordered. “Get ready….!” 

The vehicles made their way onto the field in front of them. “Cut ‘em down!”

They rained gunfire on the vehicles; the air support pilot’s voice broke through: “All Bravo, Kilo 0-1 is inbound hot, danger close.”

“Engaging secondaries.”

The vehicles were taken down in quick fashion, any stragglers also meeting the same fate.

“We clear?” Soap asked.

“Fuckin’ hope so,” Siren replied, still aiming her rifle through the helicopter windows.

After ordering for a bird to be ready for exfiltration he addressed the team in front of him. “Get yourselves sorted. Hassan is still the target.”

“Aye,” Soap approved. “Let’s go get this fucker.”

They quickly moved away from the helicopter site and made for the compound in front of them.

“They used the helicopter as bait,” Siren observed, taking a position on his left.

“They’re well supplied and fighting smart. Thanks to Hassan,” Ghost replied.

The team made their way through a grassy field, frames of various structures littering the area. 

Not even a second after the compound came into view, a green laser also appeared. The soldier to the left of Siren was shot, prompting her to yell out and move closer to Ghost. “Fuck! Man down!”

“AQ sniper on the roof!” he called out, “Get down!”

Ghost knew just by her rank that she has seen combat before; hell, she was a sniper herself, she didn’t need his aid. But for some reason, he found himself roughly grabbing her arm and dragging her down to the ground with him. She landed pressed against his side, caught offguard by the force of his pull. 

A second passed and she quickly went prone on the ground and both her and Soap aimed for the roof.

“Sniper down!” Soap exclaimed after firing a shot. 

“More snipers on the roof, take them out!” Ghost ordered.

Siren fired two shots, one right after the other, and he saw to bodies fall instantly. If nothing else, she was a damn good sharpshooter.

Despite their best efforts, 7-5 was shot. 

“They’ve got fucking nightvision,” Siren said as she fired off another shot, “we’re sitting ducks out here.”

She was right, and he knew it. “Soap, Siren! Keep us covered, we’re moving up!”

As he crouched and moved up, he kept hearing the two snipers firing but it wasn’t enough to keep all the heat off of them.

“7-6!” Ghost yelled, “I want air support fire on that building now!”

“Ghost,” Siren said, sounding slightly dumbfounded, “we don’t fucking know if Hassan’s in there!”

He gritted his teeth, annoynace flaring up at the pushback. “They’re forcing our hand! 7-6, hit that building, but don’t level it.”

“Kilo 0-1 to Bravo team, copy that, making our run.”

As soon as he saw the helicopter, he yelled out to the remaining team members, “Force up to that wall! Move!”

Building 3 was lit in a fire, tinted yellow by the nightvision googles, shots coming from every which way.

“That’s a glorious sight,” Ghost said, crouching behind a half crumbled wall.

“Thank Christ for air support,” Soap commented.

“Yeah,” Siren said, swiveling her head towards Ghost, “hope Hassan’s still in one piece…”

“Several pieces will do,” he replied with a smirk hidden behind his balaclava at the way she shook her head in disdain. “Easier to find that way.”

He continued, not waiting for her reply, “All Bravo, move up. I want this building locked down. Lead us in Soap. Siren, behind me. Let’s find Hassan. Dead or alive.”

Siren took a staggered position behind him, an M4 aimed at the opened door.

Soap, barely two steps in, fired at an assailant running for him. Seemingly clear, Ghost entered, followed by Siren.

“Check the bodies,” he ordered. “We need positive ID on Hassan.”

None of the bodies nor any of the alive hostiles Soap encountered were ID’d as Hassan, prompting Ghost to order the team to the second deck.

Soap fell behind while Ghost and Siren lead the others up the stair. A closed door was on the right; Ghost looked at Siren and nodded his head towards it. She took position, aiming at the hallway in front while Ghost approached the door from the side. Ghost didn’t need to open the door as the door began to open, a rifle aimed at Siren.

Ghost opened the door the rest of the way and grabbed the solder by his rifle and slammed him into the wall and quickly shot him in the heart and the head before letting the body hit the ground.

Ghost continued into the room, feeling Siren at his back. “Got two X-rays,” he informed her at the site of the two wounded AQ soldiers in the room. “Dump ‘em.” 

Two single shots were fired and they dropped to the ground. 

“Clear,” she said. 

“Hassan’s everywhere,” Ghost commented to no one in particular. Three screens were playing speeches by him, denouncing the West for taking out Ghorbani.

“Everywhere but here,” Soap retorted.

Soap pushed forward first, follwed by the rest. Several people jumped out but were promptly eliminated. 

The room they entered looked well used but had blueprints. Combined with the previous room that had a dozen computers, Ghost called out, “He was here. This is a bloody ops-center. Poke around, Soap.”

Ghost watched Soap move towards the desk after checking the balcony and move around several papers. Then he moved on to the jacket draped over the chair.

“Look,” Soap called out, “Hassan’s uniform.”

“So he was here,” Siren concluded.

Ghost nodded. “Lost him when we secured the crash site.”

Soap looked at him incrediously, “Are you sayin’ we shouln’t have helped?” Interestingly Siren did not seem put off by his statement like Soap was.

“Choices have consequences,” was all Ghost said in reply, not willing to discuss the ethics of prioritizing team or target.

“All Bravo-we got movement out here.”

“On the way,” Ghost said into his radio, locking eyes with Siren on his way out. “All Bravo, circle up outside.”

As they moved out of the building, Soap voiced some of his thoughts out lout. “If Hassan’s gone, then what the hell are they still protecting?”

“Good fucking question,” Ghost heard Siren say somewhere behind him.

The night air fully greeted them once more along with the rest of the Bravo team. 

“What do we got?” Ghost questioned.

“A warehouse,” Bravo 7-6 replied. “Roll up door’s open. Heard somethin’ inside.”

“Copy, let’s clear it.”

After entering, the lights suddenly flipped on, forcing them to remove the night vision goggles. Bullets were aimed their way, hitting the shelves they took cover behind. Ghost reached around to fire at the soldiers, being mirrored by Soap and Siren. 

“Fuck!” he heard Siren yell loudly. “Grazed me!”

Ghost whipped his head around to see her pull a bloody hand away from her upper thigh 

He watched her eyes narrow in fury and continued shooting, not caring about having to lean on her good leg for better support.

Ghost didn’t bother telling her to fall back; the inferno present in her expression told him that it wouldn’t be well recieved or listened to. 

Soon enough, all the threats were taken care of, leaving them to finally be able to locate what the hell AQ was so desperate on protecting.

“Search the warehouse. Let’s find what they were hiding….”

Serious weaponry was found along crates of ammunition. Ghost shook his head in slight disbelief at all the hardware present. “This warehouse wasn’t on the intel.”

“Guys, come look at this,” he heard Siren yell.

She stood in front a blue shipping container, gun trained on the doors.

Ghost walked to her side, glancing at her leg, blood visible through her gear.

“It was just a graze,” she said, eyes still on the container. “I’m fine.” Before he could say anything else, Soap approached the doors of the crate and opened it, revealing a server and a control console. 

“What the fuck is this?” he asked.

“It’s in English,” Siren observed.

 Ghost and the two Sergeants backed up to look above the container.

“Steamin’ Jesus,” Soap breathed out.

“Ballistic missiles,” Ghost said, not quite believing his eyes.

“It’s a mobile laucher,” Siren added, “These’ll go 1,000 miles.”

“At least…” Ghost trailed off.

Soap was the first to break out of their stupor, walking around to the side and climbing the crate for a closer look. “How the hell did Iran get their hands on this?”

Siren walked with a slight limp around to the side as well while Ghost hailed Laswell.

“This is Watcher-1, send traffic.”

“Laswell, this is Ghost,” he said as he walked to stand beside Siren. “We got something.”

“Tell me you found Hassan…”

Before he could reply, Soap interupted, “Guys take a look at this…”

Siren let out a quiet gasp and muttered in disbelief, “What the fuck…”

Ghost finally could see what she was suprised at. The missile launcher had an American flag on the side.

“Ghost, do you have Hassan?”

“Negative,” he told Laswell. “We found a weapons cache. Hassan’s got missiles… they’re American.”

General Shepard’s voice broke through. “0-7- this is Gold Eagle Actual, repeat your last…”

“I say again—Hassan has American missiles.” 

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Siren

28 August 2022

0300, Safehouse, somewhere in Al Mazrah

After the missile was found, they were ordered to exfil, with the marines returning to the nearest base while Ghost, Soap, and you stayed in a safehouse for further instructions. The drive was a quiet one, the three of you stuck in your own thoughts about the missile situation. 

The safehouse was low-profile, surrounded by nothing but trees. It had three bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchen you noted as the three of you entered.

“I call first shower!” Soap exclaimed, brushing past you and Ghost, making a beeline for the bathroom. You sat your bag with your weapons and clothing down in the living room before looking in the kitchen for a first aid kit, sporting a slight limp. As you looked around, you heard Ghost venture down the hallway, likely picking a room.

You finally found one under the kitchen sink and took a seat on the couch, rag and kit next to you. You looked at blood from the wound; you could feel it wasn’t very deep, but definitely noticable and painful. As you threaded a needle in preperation, you heard light footsteps behind you. You looked over your shoulder and saw Ghost, mask still present, looking at you. His gaze fell from your face to your thigh. You drew in a steady breath and returned your attention to the needle. Once it was tied off, you wet a rag with rubbing alcohol and set it aside as well.

Before you could do anything else, he walked up to you and spoke for the first time since arriving.

“I’ll stitch you up.” 

You nodded, not feeling like arguing, and it was at a weird angle for you to do yourself. 

“Stand up and take off your pants,” he said in that deep tone of his, looking at you with piercing brown eyes.

You scoffed quietly and unbuttoned the top before gently stepping out of your pants.

“No dinner first?” you teased, standing before him in only your long sleeved shirt and black underwear.

“I usually skip straight to desert,” he said as he kneeled in front of you, eye level with your wound. You sucked in a breath at the sight; it had been a long time since a man kneeled in front of you other than to beg for his life.

He grabbed your injured leg with one hand, while the other grabbed the cloth and began to clean the wound. You hissed at the stinging sensation but otherwise stayed still. Maybe you should have been making some small talk but you found it hard to focus between the pain and the hand wrapped around your thigh to keep it still. 

“Good work on the mission,” Ghost said, placing the cloth aside to instead pick up the needle and thread. His knuckles double tapped your inner uninjured leg, motioning for you to spread them apart. You did and quietly sucked in a breath when he leaned closer to get a better look. 

“You are a deadly shot.”

“Thanks,” you said, wincing when the needle first went in. “Though I prefer up close and personal.” His hand twitched slightly, tightening by a fraction. His focus was on stitching up the graze on the side of your leg but you were focused on his hand that held the inner part of your thigh. He moved his hand up as he worked, index finger nearly grazing the edge of your underwear. His closeness was awakening desire in you; you could feel your underwear getting more damp and just hoped he couldn’t smell your arousal. Part of you wanted him to move his hand to spare you from getting so worked up. But the other, much louder part of you wanted him to slide his hand up, hook two fingers into your panties, pull them aside and—

You closed your eyes, willing your face not to redden; you have men constantly touching you for a job, for God’s sake! 

You weren’t so naive to think he was the same as all those other men, though. No, this one was different.

“Finished,” Ghost said, “make sure not to pull them.” You looked down at him and found his eyes already on yours.

You could see that he was likely wearing a neutral expression, but his eyes revealed a split second of heat before being schooled into indifference.

Not looking away, he gave your inner thigh a squeeze and let his hand travel down the inside of your leg, finally dropping when he reached your knee.

He stood up, and for a second, you could have swore you saw him glance in between your thighs.

Again, the two of you stared at each other, a tension building and building, one of you having to break first; he took a small step towards you and—

“Am I interrupting something?” 

Soap walked into the living room, hair still wet from the shower. Of course, from his view, it was odd, seeing his fellow Sergeant in her underwear with his Lieutenant.

“No,” Ghost said, moving towards the hall. “We were just finished.”

You pulled your pants back on and went back to your room, replaying whatever the fuck just happened.

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[way-of-love]

Unfulfilled (Namor x FemReader) (R-RATED) (NO MINORS) (PART2)

You, a mutant siren, made a deal with the god and king of Talokan. That in use of your body, to be a surrogate, to create an heir, you will be paid in what the world truly wants most. Vibranium. And other riches of course. But you set rules, limits to what was allowed and all those months lead to nothing. An empty womb. And a very angry surrogate. Namor has been nothing but patient but now was the time to exploit your ridiculous rules and claim what he's been fighting for. He was a king after all.

Part 1 Part 3

Any ammunition you had was depleting and you were desperately trying to prove all that he said was wrong. Anything to throw at his face and debunk this 'frustration' he was claiming you had but there wasn't anything left to throw. Namor watches your face contort into confusion and stubbornness with the scrunch of your nose as you struggled to find yet another excuse.

He leaned down pressing his lips against your ear breathing in deep, he's had enough, "You are a lovely woman, a desirable woman, and I am the kind of man to break that shell so you can be satisfied. You want me, as much as I want you."

"I...don't want you. If I was so desperate for you why do yo u have to use lubricant Namor?" You could feel his warmth seeping into the side of your head and smell the salt of the sea on his golden skin. Being this close you could feel the aching knot in the pit of your stomach, you chose to ignore it.

Licking his lips you heard his smile in his quiet smooth voice, " I have had no need to use lubricant lately Y/N, none at all."

And there it was the last of your ammo gone and Namor had won the war. Your shoulders sunk in defeat. You've never had once lost control or even had control taken from you when it came down to how you wanted things to go. Even men at the club knew not to fuck with you and here was Namor moving back giving you an unwavering stare as he sat back on your bed. Half naked expect for his green trunks and his jewelry.

He was always right.

"I don't want-"You began again but he raised a hand silencing you instantly. He was the only man who's ever silenced her with just was wave of his hand and you swore he would be the last because no one radiated power like he did. He was dangerous, this agreement between the two of you was dangerous but deep down in the naughty mind and body of yours you liked it. And your body was trying so desperately to show you that he was and will always be the man who knew how to bend your rules, to shut you up in times like these. The body was meant, in some circumstances, to succumb to the things it craved. like thirst and hunger, shade or even being in the sun. But deny it of something it craved for so long it'll start to fester, cry for those needs. Now you didn't know what to do with this hot heat in your core starring at the mutant king.

Now that the cat was out of the bag you found yourself standing in front of the man with your hands hanging at your sides and you certainly felt a nice heat blossoming across your cheeks.

The body will start to rebel.

He slowly reached out and placed his hands on your hips gently, testing, pulled you forward so you were now in-between his powerful thighs.

"One night," You said, "No pregnant talk or babies or even about the agreement. I just want one night where none of that matters."

He stayed silent. You thought he was going to deny you right after that little discussion you had. Honestly, some part of you, no, all of you wanted him to say yes.

"Let's begin."

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The matress creaked under their weight every time he fucked you, your breathless panting filled the room. Two sweaty bodies worked in unison how nature meant it to be, faster and faster he went gripping your round hips with a bruise steeling grip brining your hips back to meet his own snapping hips.

Both of your bodies were dripping in sweat, salty, sticky sweat creating such a stench you never knew was possible. It was like an aphrodisiac pushing your body to continue, pushing his body to respond in kind to yours but you wanted it to end. The body was getting more than it bargained for and now you were sobbing in absolute bliss begging him to finish, begging him to have mercy. You didn’t know how many times you came or how many times he did, it was all a blur.

“No… he terminado todavía.” The heir was the goal. An heir was all that mattered so he was to be given immortality and reassurance through his bloodline that all will be taken care of. Namor needed you to make the climb to victory. Impregnating you would’ve been easy but after so many negatives he had to think, plan.

You were the problem. You had kept him from his goal. He needed to stop you from stopping him.

As much as he enjoyed their little game of cat and mouse in the beginning. Having her body anytime he pleased, having her willingly turned a knob in him. To hell with lubricant, a willing wet woman felt so much better to him. Especially a woman who he’s sought after, a woman who was being so docile beneath him mewling and crying for yet another release. You were already dripping with his seed and after tonight there would be no doubt that a child would soon form in that womb of yours.

The night was long and between the two of you, how hungry the two of you were for each other there would no doubt be no sleep for either of you. And you were correct. After suddenly shutting your eyes mid fuck you woke up with a start. Eyes shot open staring at the two glass double doors… foggy glass double doors? We’re you dreaming? There was absolutely no way he screwed you so much to the point where it was hotter in here than outside, where it was hot too.

The sun was barley touching the horizon indicating that it was finally morning. The relief you felt would have had anyone offended but not Namor. He understood you completely and even more so after last night. Slowly you started to sit up off your stomach feeling all the sweet aches good sex left, the satisfaction of feeling such aches made you want to snuggle back into your pillow no matter how hot it was in here.

Though maybe you should open the door, it was a little too hot. Sliding your legs off the side of your bed you attempted to get up but failed miserably. Your body almost crumpled to the floor after your first step but thankfully a thick tanned arm caught your middle before you fell. Slowly, you turned your head to face the owner of said arm and tried so hard not to stare at the fresh claw marks that decorated his perfect shoulders. Did… you do that?

He pulled you back into bed silently making you late naked over the covers as before. Hopefully one night was all that was needed to create life inside that womb of yours, he used your body just as you used his but for some reason he lingered at your bed side staring at you and looking over your face, shoulders and body. Was being naked strange to him? Or was he judging you? He’s done you countless of times and he still wasn’t used to it?

You opened your mouth to say something but he beat you to it, “I apologize. I didn’t… mean to be so rough. I’ll come back in the evening and bring you some ointment for the bruises,”

His hand went out and touched a bruise by your hip, five reddish hues of fingers popped up at you making your eyes widened. Seeing the rest of your body you quickly sat up running tour own hands over the bruises, bite marks, hickeys all over your legs, thighs, waist and no doubt on her breasts too because you remember a new nips he gave you throughout the night

“I..I… you’re lucky I don’t work tonight,” Falling back against the mattress Namor stood and faced the balcony doors giving you a nice view of his back and by God was it a sight. He looked worse than you. Scratches, open scratches were clawed down his back. It looked like you were trying to cut the poor guy open! Instantly you wished you had ointment to apply it to him. But there really was no need, he’ll heal.

He made his way to the double doors and slid one door open. Instantly a nice gust of wind came in clearing the room of the heat and replacing it with a cooler one. The smell of the beach and sand greeted your nostrils making you close your eyes and smile. Memories of your days by the sea flashed through your mind and just as quickly disappeared.

“You should really see Talokan. You’d really enjoy-“

“The rules, Namor,” You had to remind yourself too that it was only one night. You broke the rules for one night and after that the rules will be back in place.

“I forgot it was a…rule of yours. I’ll visit again in the evening,” And with that he left through the glass door. You watched him walk above the sand with his winged feet, one you noticed sliced in half. He forgot to mention whatever happened to it. You wanted to so badly to see his home, to swim with people that were almost like her. But…you both agreed, you both shook on it that nothing more would come from this but a baby and even then you’ll give him what he wants and he’ll give you want you want.

Yet, you felt a hole in your chest thinking after nine months you’ll never get visits from him. Though he tried to be nice brining you foods you may like or even gifts, jewelry. It bothered you. He came bringing you gifts, made sure you were fine, mounted you when you were lubed up, once he was done made sure you were fine and left. That how it was every other day.

But last night. He moved in sync with your body like no man has ever done before. He said things that made you cry out from how good it sounded coming from his accented voice. Namor was never too loud, but never too quiet either. That man was perfect, too perfect.

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After taking a nap you decided it was about time you cleaned up the room a bit but first, a shower.

When you wobbled your way into the bathroom again you saw your awful reflection in the mirror making you gasp. It wasn't just how messy your hair was it was the marks. Hickeys, teeth marks, even small reddish purple hues of bruises forming around your neck were a clear indication that you definitely weren't innocent. How the hell were you going to hide this from the club? They'd scold you and deduct from your pay the performance you weren't able to make it to.

It was better not to think about it and just relax or try to given the circumstances. If you thought about it too long you'd come to realize something you prayed would never happen. But now that there was even a flicker of a thought of being more than just the woman who would be carrying his child and after the events of last night you weren't sure you'd be able to look at him the same or even look him in the eye.

You just hoped there would be a bun in the oven soon.

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He didn't come see you that night. Instead of him giving you the ointment it was little mommy fish man Attuma who handed you the ointment. And everyday after that he never came to see you. It was strange, he came every other day so not seeing him for a few days was perfectly fine but this... was a tad much.

Days turned into weeks and in those weeks you took another test, this time you had the satisfaction of seeing a little plus sign on the white little screen. You felt relived, nervous, satisfied but you felt afraid. Without Namor here to handle the rest of this pregnancy it was up to you until he returned and you didn't know when that would be. Attuma was vague when you asked about Namors whereabouts telling you that he was taking care of a few things outside of Talokan.

And everyday Attuma came to check on you it was the same answer every time until you grew tired and stopped asking, you even stopped answering him after a while.

Then a month passed. And the baby within your stomach grew, not too big but big enough that you truly noticed. The only people who only knew of your status were Attuma and Namors cousin, who surprised you by barring gifts of fruit a few weeks ago that you happily devoured that night.

But you still felt that emptiness. Sure you had a companion now who didn't talk back and got you sick most of the time like now, but it was better than nothing.

Currently, you were kneeling by the toilet bowl resting your head on the seat while flushing down its contents. You couldn't stop vomiting's what little you had in your stomach for what seemed like days to you. Was this normal?

This was all his fault, he made you like this, " God, I hate him so much. One day I'm going to hang him from a line and watch him fry in the sun," You muttered tiredly. The image brought you great joy while seething in nausea.

"That would hurt, but it wouldn't kill me if that's what you were hoping for," That voice. Lifting you head you quickly turned to face the bathroom door with with red brimmed teary eyes you could have sobbed. Namor stood in normal day to day casual clothing, shirt, pants, shoes, and a cap that covered the tips of his pointed ears.

Instead of getting up and greeting him you sneered at him and went back to resting your head back on the toilet seat. Screw him! He left you behind to fend for yourself, why should you greet him?

"I hate you." You said it plainly. " You ruined my sleep, my mornings and my stomach,"

Namor expected this. Her first pregnancy and her first trimester. He took slow careful steps towards the pregnant woman as if afraid you'd explode if he moved too quickly and when he was close enough he went into a crouch beside you. Slowly he raised his hand and placed it carefully on your back. The small touch had you craving more of it, the warmth, the kindness of just one small touch had tears swelling in your eyes. But you still didn't move.

"Where were you?" It was soft, quiet.

No response. " Give me an answer or I swear I'll throw up all over you,"

He shifted a bit and took his hand away resting both arms on his knees," Out. I was out preparing a few things for the coming of the baby and for...you."

For you? Now you decided to turn around and give him a confusing look. He only looked at you with those soft eyes. You looked tired, sad, angry. It wasn't pity that he felt, certainly not that, it was something else entirely.

Beautiful and lovely you were not.

Being a surrogate wasn't as fun as you had though tit would be. Just get pregnant and pop the thing out and hand it off to the fishman so you can get your vibranium and leave. This sucked. And he knew it too.

You forced a sarcastic smile while brushing your messy hair back, " Motherhood suits me huh?"

Namor was no fool. He knew you weren't meant to be a mother and he made his choice clear in the beginning that you were just going to carry his child and after its birth no mother should be found because she would behalf way across the world enjoying her spoils. But after the month he's been away Attumas reports on you have been... strange. Cleaner, eating better, cooking more home foods and you've stopped working at the club completely. He would never admit he would sometimes come late into the night to watch how you were doing. He'd watch you as close as he could get by sea, seeing how you looked at yourself in the mirror talking to no one but the tiniest bump on your lower belly. Caressing it with care. You looked absolutely ravishing.

"No, it doesn't suit you."

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[companionjones]

The Beginning of Us (3/5)

Pairing: 36!Joel Miller x 23!Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Last of Us (video game/tv show)

Warnings: There is an attack on Reader in this chapter. Nothing fully happens, but the attacker has very bad intentions, cursing

(1/2/3/4/5)

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It was night when it happened. The night after Tommy and the girls told you their opinions on the whole Joel situation.

They had been for it. They approved of you, a 23 year old, going after someone who was 13 years your senior. The age difference alone was almost as old as Ellie. His oldest daughter.

He was a father. He had been a father ever since you were in the 4th grade. Fuck, that was fucked up. All of it was just so fucked up.

What was even more fucked up was that you didn’t see it coming. You were so busy thinking about what Tommy had said, thinking about what the girls had said, and thinking about Joel that you didn’t hear a stranger come up behind you.

If you thought about it, it was a miracle it didn’t happen before. You had seen men watching you on the streets before, and hell, you were a young woman living on her own in a city. Something was bound to happen sooner or later.

Out of nowhere, you felt a gun pointing into your side and heard a man’s hushed and rushed voice in your ear: “Come with me, into the alleyway, and I won’t hurt you.”

Your whole body froze up. It wasn’t like when Tommy tipped you off to Joel’s feelings. Your life was in danger. Part of you was sure you were going to die.

“Please, don’t,” was all you could get out.

“Do I sound like I’m patient, bitch?” he didn’t raise his voice, but he sounded meaner. “Get into the alley, and I won’t pull this trigger right now.”

Hurriedly, shakily, you did as he asked. The man slammed you into the hard brick wall of the alleyway, and you turned around to see the glistening gun he was threatening you with.

“Strip.” The syllable cracked unevenly from his lips.

His hood saw that most of his face was sheathed in shadow, but you could tell that his mouth hung open as he stared at you. You half expected drool to form and leak onto the ground.

Shaking still, you undid the buttons on your coat. In the back of your mind, you couldn’t believe what finally got you to cry was you couldn’t get those damn buttons off fast enough.

“Go!” The man barked at you.

Your coat fell to the ground at the same time the stranger's head collided with the brick wall next to you. You jumped back from the violent act and screamed, terrified.

Then, you looked up and saw Joel.

He was staring at the then bleeding man on the ground. The only emotion that could’ve described what was in Joel’s eyes was fury.

Joel picked the man up by the lapels of his jacket and pinned him up against the brick wall with so much force that you were surprised the man’s skull didn’t cave in.

“You think you’re strong?” Joel spat at the man. “You think you’re strong, huh? You attack a woman from behind at night with a gun, and you think you’re strong?! Answer me!” Joel slammed the man’s head against the wall again. “Do you think you’re strong?!” Again. And again.

The man blubbered out something that must’ve been an answer, but all it told you was that he was alive and Joel hadn’t just murdered somebody.

“J-J-J-Joel.” You reached out to him in an effort to get his attention. “J-Joel. J-Just leave him. P-P-Please.” You didn’t understand. Your lips were chattering, but it wasn’t cold out at all.

Sirens approached on the street. How did the police know to come?

Only then did Joel let the guy go. He left him to drool onto the concrete. You watched him twitch. He was still alive.

The next hour or two were really a blur for you. The police questioned you and Joel and they took the man away. Brian Madison. Someone had told you his name. You didn’t know why you remembered his name. Maybe it was because Joel had almost killed him.

Your senses started coming back to you as you and Joel climbed the stairs to your apartments.

“The girls called the police,” Joel was telling you, “We were coming home from the movies when we saw you. I told them to come upstairs and call the police while I…” he trailed off.

“You saved me.” You spoke without stuttering for the first time in a while.

Joel looked down at you. “Yeah. I did.” He said matter-of-factly.

“Joel.”

He didn’t respond, instead got you to the top of the stairs to your apartment.

“Joel!” You separated yourself from him. You didn’t need his help to walk anymore.

Without thinking, without taking the effort necessary to think another thought (you didn’t want to think anymore) you stepped forward, got on your toes and leaned forward.

“Not tonight,” he told you, not at all stern.

“What?”

“Not tonight.”

“Why?”

“Y/n, you’re in a really vulnerable place right now, and I can’t—”

“But Tommy said—”

“Tommy came and talked to you?” Joel paused, then his lip tipped up. “I should’ve known.”

“Why not?” you asked him, tired and swaying on your feet.

For a moment, Joel examined you. Then, “Not tonight,” he clarified, “Ask me again some other time.”

You stepped back from him, and almost smiled. “Okay.”

“Do you need a place to stay tonight?”

“No, Joel.” Your back was already toward him.

“Because it’s really no problem—”

“I know, Joel…Just not tonight.” You finally smiled at him, over your shoulder, as you used his words against him. “I know I’m safe with you close, even if it is across the hall.”

The last thing you saw as you shut your door were his sparkling deep brown eyes.

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[gingernut1314]

lemme read some of that siren song 👀

Of courseee!

This is the prequel some of you might have seen me say I am going to write for my Songbird series, so it's set before the events of its first part.

This is still very under development so please bear with me...🫣

Siren Song: (name changed to Songbird's Crescendo) Buggy x F!Reader Summary: It has only been a week since you were freed and your new captain manages to get you kidnapped once more...but you had not expected to step right into the middle of a circus.

It had been a week since you were rescued by Luffy, Zoro, and Nami. Just a week since escaping that cave full of precious gems that gleamed in the dim torchlight like the blood that had been spilled in its depth had crystallized into the walls. 

Just as week since Luffy had Gum-Gum Bazooka-ed and Zoro had cut through the guards chasing after you. A week since Luffy had allowed you onto his ship despite the warnings from Nami about taking you away from those who had owned your life. 

Just a week and you still didn’t believe you had escaped. You had convinced yourself this escape was a dream. That when you closed your eyes at night you would wake up the next morning back in the dusty cave, chained up and sleeping huddled in a corner with others chained with you. 

And in just a week's time of being with Luffy and his reluctant crew, you were being kidnapped all over again. Kidnapped, knocked out by red dust, and locked in a wooden box that had your vision narrowing and your heart beating painfully against your chest.

You could hardly hear Nami whisper shouting at Luffy as you struggled to breathe and find a way out of the box--no, prison you were in. Not as you began slamming yourself against the wood, which shook like it wasn’t held together very well. 

Funky music filled your ears and flashing, multicolored lights hit your eyes as the box was pulled apart around you. As a juggling man flew in front of you on a tricycle, men and women flipped and swung through the air, others doing elaborate cartwheels and backflips. There was flames and sword swallowing and a woman twisting herself into knots while trying to juggle red balls with her feet. 

A circus. You had been thrown into the middle of a very intricate, very flashy circus and you felt--at ease. Felt your breath even in your chest and your hands stopped shaking. 

That is, until you spotted the audience. An audience who cheered and clapped but also cried. An audience who was being forced to cheer and clap and sit there. An audience who was chained. 

All those breath-stealing and vision-blurring emotions sprung back to life with revenge. You made to rush for the audience--to free them, only for a strong arm to grab you. Zoro said something quick and sharp in your ear but you hardly heard him. You didn’t hear him. 

The performances came to a freezing, fear-filled halt as a man came storming out onto stage. A man all done up in glittery clown makeup and an outfit to match. And despite your panic, his danger-filled eyes snagged your attention. Eyes that were a pretty shade of blue-green. A shade that remembered you of bits of sea glass.

Sea glass your dad had given you. Your dad who had taken you, kicking and screaming, away from your mom. Your dad, the captain of your ship and the first to be killed by that wicked king's underlings. 

A damp cave, dim light, horrid pain, red gems, chains. 

You fought and slipped your way out of Zoro’s grip and sprinted at the clown. 

Was it a good idea to go for the figurehead of this circus? No. Definitely not.

Were you going to get yourself killed? Hell, yes. But you couldn’t think properly past the ringing in your ears. Not when you had set your sights on that clown as your target to channel all your anger into.

He looked very surprised, to say the least when he caught sight of you. So surprised you were actually able to get your hands on him and tackle the clown to the ground. His hat was knocked from his head as he landed back with a pained release of air.

You were quick to grab hold of his fur-lined beige coat and pull his face closer to your snarling face.

“Let them go.” You spat with every bit of venom you could muster up. The venom was halted by a funky, crackling laugh spilling from the clown's red-pained lips. 

“Sweetcheeks, if you wanted to get on top of me, all you had to do was give me a pretty please.”

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[sunnylands-world]

The Devil And His Dancer

Pairing: Mafia Draco x stripper reader

Summary: you're working to pay off college. You never expected to meet him and be sucked into his world of danger…

Word count: 1'480

Warning: oral [fem receiving] love at first sight? Orgasm denial

Universe: Mafia

A/n: just showing you how Draco and the reader met

Mistakes are mine

Show support if you read

Your legs wrap the pole tight as you slide down. The purple hue in the room gives off the tension as you move in versus motions around the pole, an occasional tip stuck in your bra or in the waist of your panties. you're floating and not just because you're on a pole but because the music gets your heart racing and an urge to twitch comes over you. The sound is hypnotizing like church music.

Only you're not lifting to Christ but a sin since God doesn't support pole dancers but he also doesn't put cash in your wallet and you're not gonna quit college. you're good at what you do, you're a top Paid dancer. Everyone is practically entranced in your Aura, so much so they Don't notice the owner walking in. even the people working drinks are lost in you. It's enough to stop the boss himself after he sat asking for his usual and not receiving it.

He looks over to see you and you're like something out of a fantasy, a temptress meant to tug and pull at the crotches of the men around you and he has to admit he's definitely turned on after seeing you. you're gorgeous. you remembered him of medusa catching eyes and turning crowds to stone. He's forgotten about his drink and is more focused on getting you one.

"Hey, tell the dancer there I want her in the private room now." Draco ordered. the bartender nods, leaving his post to get you from the pole. draco thought you looked good even sliding down. he watches you for a bit seeing you glance his way. You swallow and nod heading to the back. you sat in the room, its only difference being its color is Blue and it doesn't ease the slight fear climbing up your back. you knew about the man who ran the club but you hadn't met him yet but you were going to now.

The door opened and in walked a tall man. his hair blonde and styled, skin pale and scattered with tattoos as far as you can see. the one's on his neck peek through the top of his dark suit. you had to adjust a bit. he wasn't anything like you were expecting, his energy meant power and something about him made you want to get on your knees and bow at his side or bend over for him and let him do as he pleased. dominant and power were a mixture you couldn't control yourself around.

he sat down, eyes that were colored looking you over like he was deciding what he wanted to do with you but you couldn't say which color they were because of the neon Blue space.

"Tell me your name princess," he said, no demanded and you wiggled meeting his stare.

"[name]" you whispered. You weren't sure where the shyness came from and you weren't sure you liked how quickly your confident attitude switched. He repeated it like he was trying a wine flavor trying to analyze its taste.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked and you nodded but he shook his head.

"When I speak I want a reply, am I clear?" His brow raised waiting for your response.

"yes" you answer and he trailed his eyes from your lips to yours. you sounded like a angel meant to bewitch those who heard it like a siren and he'd do things to you till your pretty voice is gone.

"Do you want a drink?" He announced, breaking the tension between you two.

"I left my money back in my-"

"I'm not letting you pay for it. What kind of man would I be if I offered you a drink and made you pay?" he chuckled and your eyes fluttered seeing his smile as he laughed.

"I'm just confused as to why you wanted-"

"you? I want you because I haven't felt so powerless in the presence of a woman. you've made me weak and I only had to look at you to feel that way. I want you because you burn men with a glance." he said confidentiality leaning back into the couch. you blinked a few times not sure how to take in all of this. You haven't even talked to this man before and yet you both felt bound to each other like you were meant to rule something together and although he explained it you just couldn't understand how you, a girl with 20 bucks and a few days from being kicked out of college, had managed to catch his eyes.

A dark Storm with an ocean flowing through ready to drown you in it. How did you respond? looking into his weather you felt like you were signing a deal just looking at him. He's dangerous. He smells dangerous like fire burning wood. He breathes war to kill a thousand men and yet you still wanted to shake hands with the devil and be pulled into his dance across the ballroom floor.

"okay" and when he smirked you knew you were just taken on the ride of your life one that would be a roller coaster in the air. he kissed you and the world crumbled beneath your feet but it didn't matter, he caught you before the fall with a hand around your waist pulling you into his lap. The kiss was soft and slow, made you desperate enough to grind in his lap and his fingers only scratched the surface with his gentle touches.

He wasn't giving you rough, he was giving you love and it was frustrating yet you craved it as your heart raced. Why wasn't he squeezing you and tossing you around like you were his toy for pleasure?

"please" you were begging and that's exactly what he wanted. He didn't like the rug begging pulled from under him, if he was gonna be whipped for you then he would make you need him.

"shh, just let me memorize your skin." you felt manipulated. he touched you lightly and made you want to rip the close from him, he kissed you slowly and you kissed back harder not satisfied.

"Please just do something, " you cried, moving against him faster.

"What do you want from me?" he whispered against your neck. The warmth of his breath made your mind more twisted in knots.

"i-i-"

"if you can't tell me what you want then sit the fuck back and let me take control." he growled, pushing you onto the couch. you gasp at how aggressive he became. He was water in a pot when you sat it down. It was cold but when you dip your finger in it, it burns your skin. He let his short nails graze your skin as he traced your body on his way to your wetness.

you bucked into his face as he got closer. you've never acted this way, like you were gonna die without someone's touch but he was addicting with just his breath and you knew you wouldn't be able to let go once he did finally touch you. his fingers hooked in the skimpy underwear, eye contact strong. you could translate that look into many things and he kept his stare on you as he ran the flat of his tongue against your pussy. your breath hitched and your head fell back with a soft moan.

"No, I want you to watch me," he ordered. you weren't sure you could with him licking and sucking at you like this and his stare being that strong. you trembled in his hands as he held your legs so that they didn't fall. your mind was tangled, you wanted to say something but your words wouldn't fit in the right places.

"I- Draco" his eyes shut for a moment, he was starving after you said his name like that and he was going to eat your pussy till you lost your voice saying his name. his tongue slipping into your hole was something different entirely. your eyes rolled back, your lips parted. you were an arms reach from heaven with his tongue tasting your walls. you were chanting His name like it held power.

When he pulled away you realized how much power he had over you. He whipped his mouth, fixed his tie and pulled your underwear back up. you were confused and almost, almost close to begging him to finish but you ignored the ache and straining of your heart.

"So that's it!" you ask sitting up. you hadn't meant to sound so pissed. He smirks.

"Be patient, I won't have you Cumming in a private room in my club. you're too good for that princess." he says glancing over your flustered face before he leaves.

You'd never chase anyone but he made you want to as he walked away…

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Double Face (Detective Conan)

Hello everyone!!! It's been a long ass time since I've posted some original post! But you know I'm alive thanks to my consent rebloging lol. As the title suggest, this is a Detective Conan fanfic that I've wrote and I wish to share it with you to see what you think! For those who don't know, Detective Conan is about a teenage boy name Shinichi Kudo transforming into a child with the alias Conan Edogawa. I really recommend you all check the manga out if you haven't already!

However, this fic isn't about the main character, but Kogoro Mouri, father of Shinichi's love interest, Ran Mouri. He's portrayed as a lousy detective, but it is canon that he's a skilled marksman. Now how skill? Idk but that's what fanfic are for!

Now this is getting pretty long, so I'll be placing my thoughts and inspiration at the end, hope you enjoyed!

Edit: Almost forgot, if this is too OOC sorry!

Premise:

Conan Edogawa was tagging along for a case with Kogoro Mouri when things got out of control. Now in a hostage situation, Conan was going to help when Kogoro pulled out a gun and wiped the floor with a bullet to spared.

Sometimes Conan forgets that Korogo was a cop in his youth.

Now that Conan thinks about it, Hibari wasn't lying about his luck. It's like the fates themselves are having a blast at tormenting him.

In a dimly lit warehouse, tension hung heavy in the air as he and Kogoro Mouri found themselves ensnared in a perilous hostage situation.

It all started when Conan decided to tagged along with the lousy detective to another case in Osaka that he was working on, and since Ran wasn't home for a girl's night out, Conan was itching to solved a case. But this case was a little different then the other cases that the detective -- mostly Conan -- worked on.

Said case was about a missing woman who was married off to a rich family. The husband wanted Kogoro to find her but the man's mother thinks she staged all of this to get the ransome money and run away with who the old lady suspected to be the missing woman's side lover. Just a typical case, right?

Well, the older woman was right, but what everyone didn't expect was the side lover being a gang leader of a notorious gang in Osaka disguised as a gardener in the manor where the family lived. Seeing that the gigs is up, the leader and his  gang took the family and the two detectives as hostages and drived them to a empty warehouse were we are now. With the missing woman laying dead beneath them, having be used as a pawn for the gang's schemes.

The quite ticking of his watch seemed to echo the urgency of the predicament they got themselves into. Conan can hear sirens from outside, the cops are already on the scene; the gang weren't very subtle in kidnapping them. The boy could hear the exchange between the detectives outside and the captors. He could hear the voice of Heizo Hattori, the chief of the Osaka Police Department, on the other side.

Now, Conan was glad that he didn't invite Heiji into the investigation, knowing what he knows now, the gang members would certainly put two and two together about Heiji Hattori. Conan wouldn't want to put him in that sort of danger, even if Heiji could take care of himself.

Although a strategist, Conan felt the weight of the situation pressing upon him. He can't seem to find a way to get everyone to safety without any bloodshed. There's at least five gang members acting as guards around them and two at the entrance; one of them strangely has an empty gun holder that he somehow doesn't seemed to notice.

All of them are at the middle of the warehouse, seating on chairs. Some of the more restless hostages, like the old lady, were tied with ropes but most are freed from binding, but are too sacred to do anything; both he and Kogoro were not tied. There are boxes at the back of the warehouse, but it's too far away for any of them to go without immediately getting spotted.

Even if they can, Conan can't risked it, and as the shouting outside get louder, the Detective of The East was racing against time to find a solution before they all ended up like the poor woman underneath their feets. The captors were growing increasingly agitated, and the hostages were trembling in fear. One gang member eventually put a gun on the dead woman's husband's head, much to the horror of the hostages, having been fed up with all the waiting.

In a desperate bid to buy time, Conan discreetly signaled to Kogoro, who was beside him, hoping to convey a plan with him without alerting the perpetrators. He may be lazy, but Conan knows Kogoro is just smart enough to created a distraction.

However, much to Conan's surprise, Kogoro's usually drowsy eyes gleamed with a resolute focus. Now that he thought about it, the little detective never heard anything from the lazy detective this whole time during the ride here.

Both of their eyes met; Kogoro bends down a little, making sure no one notice but him and said, "Get them to safety."

In one swift, unexpected motion, Kogoro reached into his coat and pulled out a concealed handgun. The metallic click as he loaded a cilp into the gun resonated through the warehouse, silencing the room.

Time seemed to freeze as the man that Conan once knew, with a calm demeanor that defied his typical boisterouness, took aim with precision. A single shot echoed, hitting a lamp perilously close above one of the guard at the entrence and raining down glass shards to said guard.

One hit his eye and he screams.

The room erupted in chaos as Kogoro's unexpected display of marksmanship left everyone stunned. Stunned enough that the once lazy detective kicked down the gang member that was holding a gun on the husband's head. With another swift kick, he took down another trying to shoot at him.

Conan, momentarily taken aback, shakes off his shock and focus on taking the hostages to the boxes for cover. It's not ideal, but with bullets flying by, it's better to be here then the open.

Getting the granny out of her binds, all of them took shelter behind the boxes. With a peak, Conan could see the cold determination behind Kogoro's eyes as he mercilessly took down eche and every one of the guard with eased. The once sluggish detective had unleashed a dormant expertise that transformed the dire situation into their favour. As the hostage-takers were struggling to even get a shot on him, Kogoro maintained his unwavering composure. Conan took covered as a stray bullet passed by. Screams of pain echoed through the walls, then silence.

After everything became quite, Conan and the others were left speechless as they peek their heads out to look at the aftermath.

Kogoro was left standing on the spot where they used to be, gun still in hand, with all seven bodies of the the captors on the floor. They're mostly alive, with some groaning in pain, but none are bleading much, meaning Kogoro didn't directly shoot at them. The detective himself was unharmed; not a single strach on him at all. In fact, the guy didn't even break a sweat!

Looking at his face, Kogoro's face was expressionless; eyes dulled and cold, like he's not in his right mind right now. He didn't hit his head, did he?

Before Conan can called Kogoro out, the doors to the warehouse swung open. But instead of the cops like Conan had hoped, it was the gang leader; Heiji Hattori in his right arm, with a gun on the other, pointing straight at his head.

Shit, he should have known Heiji would get himself involved.

"Wha- You! What have you done with my men?!" The gang leader was enraged, with cops behind them, pointing their guns at him, and a very pissed off chief of the Osaka Police Department ready to strike, he's been pushed to a tight corner. Both of his commanders were right besides him, guns drawn, ready to strike as well.

Conan knows that one wrong move on both sides would make Heiji's head paint the walls.

It was tensed, both parties were waiting on an order; Except Kogoro Mouri. Composed and silent, he look at the gang leader straight in the eyes, fearless at the man. Conan couldn't see Kogoro's face as turned his back on the hostages, but the little detective an clearly see the red face of the gang leader and the uncertain looks of his commanders. The policemen were uneasy with the situation as well. Heizo looks ready to attack, but his partner, Ginshiro Toyama, stops him. Heiji looks uncomfortable, looking directly towards Conan liked a puppy looking for answers, before a gunshot rang out.

Before anyone could react, the ringleader was punched right in the face by Kogoro, knocking both Heiji out of his grasps and himself. With inhuman speed, Kogoro took aim and shot at one of the commander's hand, making him dropped his gun before being kicked at the stomach and grabbing him by the shirt before literally throwing the man at the other commander.

In less then a minute, Kogoro had wiped the floor with swift and persistence that everyone was left baffled.

Kogoro, eyeing the down leader, rised the gun he was holding. This alarmed Conan and the leading investigators; Ginshiro stepped forward, being the closest, going into position if needed. Conan ran towards the red and blue lights, but not before checking on Heiji to see if he was okay.

To their relief, Kogoro instead unclipped the gun. Emptying the clip, only a single bullet fell out; He had almost emptied out the cilp.

Heizo Hattori and Kogoro Mouri locked eyes with each other for a moment, before the chief turned away and barked orders to the officers. As if breaking a trance, the officers scramble to move and followed the orders given. Ginshiro took the gun from Kogoro's hands before adding as evidence and leaving to helped with the hostages.

With the immediate threat now neutralized, Conan and Kogoro coordinated with the authorities to secure the scene and apprehend the criminals. Conan knows that Kogoro was out of it, having had an adrenaline-fueled ordeal just a half an hour ago; finally tiredness seems to seeped in the old detective's body.

Maybe that's why Heiji invinted them to stay at his place for the night -- and totally not because he was a bit gulity for letting things get out of hand -- and his father even agreed with it, telling them that he'll let some officers to grabbed their stuff from the manor that they were staying at.

Now in the car with the Heiji and Conan in the backseat and the two adults at the front, having done with the investigation, the young Osaka asked a question that was currently plaguing the young detective's mind, "Hey old man, when did ya get so good with guns? Never seen ya talked about it before."

Kogoro was in the passenger's seat, head against the window as he sighed, as if knowing what's about to happened, "I was in the police force, you know."

"Yeah, but I never seen skills like you do before, what gives?"

"... I was the top of my class, in the force. Once landing every single shot in the middle during training."

"You must be really lucky that time," They could barely heard the mumbled from the tired man, "What was that?"

"... It wasn't once... It was every shooting training," The car went into a stop, having stopped at a traffic light. Heizo Hattori side eye the man besides him; the boys at the back were bugging their eyes out, "Every- Wait, you're telling me ya never missed a shot? Like ever??"

"Well, if you don't count the time that a friend of mine distracted me and made me miss my shot, then yeah, I've never missed once."

"Wait," Conan was now intrested, "Were you at the top of every class?"

"Not everything, but most of the physically ones, yeah, I was at top most of the time," The boys were ecstatic, this was the first time the man talked about his past in the force. As the car starts moving again, the boys started to asks more questions, and Kogoro was more then happy to answered them. Until one of them asked why he'd quit. Suddenly, the once animated Kogoro became deadly silent, and the boys knew they screwed up.

Heizo, who was listening in asked what's wrong; Kogoro just gave a straind smile to him before speaking up.

"It's... It's a long story, something I'm not comfortable talking about," He said. Conan automatically asked, "Is it about Ran-neesan?" He was swiftly hit in the head by Heiji, "Now's not times for ya interrogation, Kudo," The Osaka quietly hissed. But Kogoro laughed, grabbing the two youngsters' attention.

"No, it isn't about Ran, maybe," Kogoro placed his head against the window again, "It's one of many reason why I left, but not the main one, and no, It's definitely not about Eri either," He added, ending the conversation then and there.

Both detectives of east and west decide not to pushed it any further, if the glaring from Heiji's father were anything to go by, -- 'As if he wasn't interested in it too,' Heiji huffed -- but the mood wasn't all lost. They have some small talk from time to time. Even so, their interests peaked; They're detectives, after all, and after everything that has happened, both boys wanted to know about Kogoro's past achievements that made into the man they saw hours ago; from a jolly man to a cold and calculating one in the blink of an eye.

And Kogoro knew this very well, as he continues to listen in. It's only a matter of time before they do. All he's asking is that they won't make a fuss about it.

The last thing he needs is to be put on the papers again for that.

--- Fin ---

And that's it folks! I hope you like it!! You know, I was inspired by a fic I've read in the past at ao3. The story was about Kogoro using Akai's (one of the supporting characters -- he's an FBI agent) shoulder to shoot with a rifle hidden in a bouquet of flowers. I thought it was so cool at the time and made me fall in love with the character! Sadly, that's all I remember, but no matter what I've tried, I can't seem to find it anywhere! I don't even remember the name, which suck! If you know what I'm talking about, pls give a link to it, I really wanna read it again!

Now I believe that's all from me. Hope you like it and have a great day!!!

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[talktomeinclexa]

The Royal Guard

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Gun violence, Mild Torture (not in this chapter)

Status: WIP

Summary: Princess Clarke of Arkadia is kidnapped by mercenaries while on a visit to one of the kingdom's cities. Her abductors treat her well enough, but everything becomes more complicated when their client orders them to execute her. Lexa thought this was just another job. High risk, high pay. But when push comes to shove, will she betray her orders or her heart?

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Chapter 2: Mercenaries

Tris stepped on the gas pedal and the engine roared to life, bringing them one step closer to completing their mission. Lexa pricked up her ears for the sound of a siren, screeching tires, anything signaling a danger. But the alley remained quiet.

Disabling the back cameras and gaining control of the security room had been child’s play for the mercenaries. The two guards didn’t have time to react before they were knocked unconscious and bound hand and foot. Not being able to take out all the bodyguards at once without endangering the target was less than ideal, but a planned-for situation. As expected, their resistance soon turned futile, and Lexa’s team won without a scratch.

The one thing they hadn’t anticipated was the princess’s reaction. To prepare for the mission, the team had studied her, read reports, and watched Princess Clarke grow from a camera-shy teenager to a confident, well-spoken young woman. The news outlets often praised her social commitments, even those less favorable to the monarchy. Still, Lexa believed most of it was publicity stunts and an excellent PR team. To see the princess surrender to protect her bodyguards was unexpected. A word soldiers loathed.

Lexa stared at the young woman sitting prostrate between her and Gustus. Despite the thick bag covering her nose and mouth, Lexa could hear her breathing in loud, quick pants hinting at her growing panic. A feeling she knew too well.

On cold, empty nights, Lexa still occasionally jolted awake with her heart racing in her chest. She saw herself powerless, bound and gagged in a dirty cave. The rough voices of the Sangeda soldiers who had captured her after a mission went awry echoed in the back of her mind.

Lexa had kept her mouth shut when they interrogated her. Dishonor aside, revealing what she knew would have been a death sentence. As long as she was useful, she stayed alive. It took Anya and the others three days to find the compound and free her. She exited on her own two feet, her broken fingers, cracked ribs, pulled molars, and swollen eyelids soon forgotten. But not the nightmares. Those remained, like an itch bothering her every time she thought the wound had closed.

Grounding yourself helped to maintain control over your emotions — a lesson Lexa had often needed since her days as a cadet. Ignoring the surprise in Ryder’s eyes, she leaned to the side. Her shoulder pressed against the princess, offering her an anchor against the dark. As she had expected — hoped — Clarke jerked in surprise before pushing back, and her breathing evened.

She can’t have a panic attack. It would make things more difficult for us, Lexa signed to her companions.

Ryder, Gustus, and Aden nodded as one man. A passive prisoner was a good thing. A scared one backed into a corner? Unpredictable. Another word soldiers hated. Only Anya made a dismissive wave of the hand. As long as the princess didn’t scream, she couldn’t care less.

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This is another twilight Saga fanfic.

Begins in new moon, when Bella jumps off the cliff; though it's not because of Edward..

In my version, she mysteriously gets sick

Nobody knows what's wrong with her. She hears voices that led to the cliff.

*I do not own these characters*

Bella stared at the water below mezmerized and ready to jump; she didn't know why she was so entranced by the waves hitting the rocks below her. Her body was weak, but she was so drawn to the fresh water.

She looked up when she heard his voice, Edward's voice.

For some reason, made her nauseous and seeing him in her head caused her to flinch away.

"Bella ...please don't!" He begged, but she just swiped him away and jumped.

As soon as she fully engulfed herself in the water, she experienced the worst pain.

Her entire body was breaking before her eyes. She let out a scream underwater, so no one could hear.

Confusion and panic swirling in her mind when she realized that she wasn't drowning; she couldn't believe her eyes, when she found that she can see clearly.

She felt her teeth start shifting into fangs and scales forming on her entirebody.

A new type of pain shot through her legs that fused together; creating a fish tail a blue-grey color.

Bella stopped thinking like a human and more like a predator, when she saw a red haired woman swimming towards her at a rapid pace. Bella acting out of pure predatory instict, swam directly to her even faster.

Victoria was frightened by what she was, she panicked and abandoned her plans of revenge. she tried to swim to the surface , but was too late.

Bella grabbed her ankle, dragged her further down and took her head off with one swing of an arm.

She then felt another familiar presence and getting closer, it was Jacob.

Jacob's faint eyesight under the surface was no help, but he could still make out that it was Bella. As soon he grabbed her arm to pull her up, but she turned around so fast.She was undeniably beautiful, she always has been in his eyes as she was in others, but he knew that as enchanting as she looked, Bella was dangerous in that moment. She scratched his chstartled by her scaly appearance and the florescen, t tail.

He began to swim back to the surface, but when she pulled him down he pulled himself out of her grip, he hits his head hard and knocked himself our.

She looked at him and it was as if she could feel his heart. His love for Billy, the pack, for her; she couldn't let him go.

Like a lightswitch, Bella was back.

She grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the surface; she swam quickly with both her arms around his waist. She managed to lift him out and lay on top of a dock near the beach.

Realizing she could breathe, she pulled herself up and let her scales fade away, as her bones shifted back to normal. She noticed th, at her hair was no longer dark brown, but a light gold, kind of like Edward's eyes.

The thought of him made her nauseous and realized she was naked. She looked at Jacob, s⁹she relaxed to find him still unconscious and breathing. She didn't know what else to do so she decided to take his shirt knowing he wouldn't be needing it to stay warm , also she was naked. She pulls the shirt on and covered everything; Jacob woke up coughing soon after and she feared his reaction to the strangeness of the scenario that just occurred.

To her surprise, he stayed calm and stared at her; looking in those big brown eyes that he loved so much.

"You changed your hair?" He pointed out with a smirk which earned him a laugh.

"Really, you choose now to joke around!?"

She became serious and frowned.

"Jacob I'm so sorry! It was l was possessed, I couldn't remember you and then I did, i don't know what's happening to me." Breaking down and crying, expecting him to hate her for saying ¹that; instead he hugged her and had a theory.

He needed his dad to confirm it.

"Bella it's ok," looking at in her eyes and confidently said, " ...we will figure it out together, I promise, I'm not going anywhere...ever."

With tears in her eyes, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"We'll talk to my dad in the morning, ok, I'll drive you home,,." Noticing the only thing she was wearing his t-shirt.

She felt his gaze and realized.

"Sorry, I'll give it back j-" trying her best to avoid his eyes.

"No. Keep it, it looks good on you..." he said and let out a giggle once he saw Bella blushing like crazy over his words.

"Come on, I'll take you home. Are you ok or do-" as shirt she's she'as she got up, she came tumbling down letting out a pained cry. Jacob caught her and carried her to her truck and snuggled up to Jacob.

He drove her home, with a slight smile when she laid her head on his shoulder and put her face in the crook of his neck. It was a quiet ride to her dad's house, but Charlie wasn't home; he just parked in front of the house, he commented:

" I'm sorry about Harry..." she said out of nowhere.

"...you know about what happened to Harry?"

"...I felt it...I'm so sorry, especially for Seth and Leah."

"She felt him?"

He thought to himself, stunned that she could feel when someone gets hurt or even dies; she feels pain and sadness, like the pack does.

"...yeah, me too,..my dad's helping out over at sue clearwater's..." The remorse in her voice as well as his.

They arrived at the front of Charlie's house

"...Victoria's dead..." that caught him off guard.

"Wha-" She cut him off to explain. "I just remember everything hur,t and I saw her swimming towards me, so I kinda..." she didn't have to finish for he knew the ending.

" seriously.. .Paul is gonna be so disappointed..." he said humorously, causing Bella to chuckle. "Kinda wish I could've been there to see it." She let out a giggle that made his smile get wider.

All of a sudden, she decided to get closer because she was so cold and tired; she subconsciously moved to sit on his lap, pulled her knees to her chin, wrapped her arms around her neck and stuck her face in the crook of his neck; he was surprised by her sudden advances, but welcomed her close proximity by wrapping his arms around her.

She was exhausted and knew the shirt she was wearing covered everything.

"....do you want me to bring you inside?"

"...can we just stay here for a while?" He smiled to himself.

"Yeah..."

They both fell asleep, until Bella woke up seconds before Jacob, sensing a vampire.

"Alice's car..."

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[quickficss]

Heroics and Damsels

5 times Geralt had to save Jaskier +1 time Jaskier saved Geralt. Exactly 4800 words. Read on AO3

1.

The fucking bard couldn't keep his dick in his pants to save his life, literally. There were plenty of times when Geralt had to help the womanizer get away from angry lords and ladies, even at his own expense. Given his experience of ditching towns early and talking spouses down from straight up killing the man, he really should have known Jaskier's bed warming adventures wouldn't stop at humans and elves.

They were at a rather large fishing town in Skellege, the alderman complaining of drowners getting a little too close for comfort. It was the bard's first time on the island and he desperately wanted to explore, despite Geralt's protests. He knew the isle was arguably far more dangerous than the continent, and he guessed that was the reason the natives were much stronger than anyone on the mainland. He only felt comfortable leaving Jaskier alone in the tavern when the bard promised he wouldn't leave town.

"Darling, would I lie to you?" the man asked, batting his eyelashes innocently. The thing was, he would lie to him if it meant Jaskier could get his way. He did it before, but Geralt didn't have any more time to waste sitting here arguing with Jaskier.

The drowners were last seen at a cave close to the docks, its latest victim being a boy that wanted to wait for his dad to get back from fishing. When monsters decide that it's a good idea to hunt for their food right beside human settlements, it'd only be a matter of time before they start coming out of the water to attack people walking by. With his swords on his back and his potions in his pockets, he gave Jaskier a final warning glare before marching off to the harbour.

The fight was longer than anticipated. Mainly because it wasn't only drowners. There were also sirens that seemed to be using the drowners to get easy food. The majority of the cave was underwater, meaning Geralt had to rely on his crossbow rather than his swords and that the monsters were in their natural element, giving them the advantage. His legs and arms got torn apart, and one of the sirens got a lucky swipe at his side. The water was so red with blood and swarming with so many drowners that he didn't see a siren get away. When the water was finally still, he slowly made his way out of the cave, destroying the entrance as he left so that no other monsters could make it their home.

As he swam up to the shore, his clothes dripping with salty ocean water, he managed to down a Swallow to accelerate the healing process. Holding his side, he started his limping walk back to the tavern as he wondered what song Jaskier would be singing at that moment. He figured it would be a sea shanty, or maybe it was the song that was loosely based on his encounter with a waterhag. He caught himself smiling at the memory of the melody. He would never admit it to the bard's face, but he truly loved the man's singing.

The joy of the memory was short-lived as he heard the all too familiar cry of a siren. He let out a sound that was a hybrid of a groan and a growl as he turned on his heel and started sprinting towards the source. He ran past the docks where he expected the siren to be, and further along the water's edge towards the beach. As the wind blew against his face, the witcher caught the scent of chamomile and vanilla.

Jaskier.

Geralt couldn't help that he groaned again, the image of the bard with his back against the sand and the siren above him coming into view. The smell of magic and lust became stronger as he neared, and he rolled his eyes when he caught a glance at the tent in Jaskier's tight breeches. Geralt pulled his silver sword from his back, watching with a hint of fear as the siren opened her mouth to reveal needle-like teeth. He knew he wouldn't get there in time, so he pulled one of his favourite moves. he brought his arm back and threw his sword like a spear. The siren hardly had time to look up before the silver made its way through the chest of the monster, right between her exposed breasts like a knife to butter.

"Jaskier." Geralt panted once he got to the bard's side. The man was dazed, but unharmed.

"G... Geralt?" Jaskier groaned, looking around with squinting eyes. "W-What happened?"

"You left the fucking tavern, that's what happened" Geralt growled threateningly. Jaskier seemed unfazed by the witcher's anger, slowly sitting up.

"You were gone for a terribly long time, my dear. "The bard's voice was low and raspy, the way he sounded right when he woke up in the morning. "Is it my fault I was worried?" Jaskier turned to look at Geralt, only for his eyes to widen to the size of platters as he let out a dramatic gasp. "Geralt! Look at you! We need to patch you up, let's get to our room."

Geralt rolled his eyes, helping the bard to his feet as the man ranted and raved about the witcher not taking care of himself.

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2.

The streets of Oxenfurt were lit up and bright, despite the late hour. Geralt had business to conduct with an old acquaintance, and Jaskier quickly changed his mind about coming along when he found out who the acquaintance was. Instead, the bard decided he would play in the city square, and Geralt had no objections to that. How could he? If Jaskier wasn't on the road with the witcher, he was in this very city tutoring at the academy and doing who knows what else. Jaskier would be fine.

The meeting was brief, but it still took longer than he would have liked. He agreed to take on a job regarding a boat captain refusing to give the spymaster information that was promised. When Geralt asked why he, a witcher, was being asked to do this underground work, the ugly cretin of a man simply said that the captain was a doppler and that he would be convinced to speak far easier if a witcher wielding a silver sword was asking for the information oh so politely.

Geralt grumbled as he walked down the cobblestone streets, making his way to the Oxenfurt harbour where he was told he would find the doppler. He had his hood over his head to try and blend in with the darkness, the only thing visible was his golden eyes that seemed to glow. As he was walking towards an alley, he could hear a conversation being had in the corners of the night.

"Alright pretty boy, hand over all yer coin."

"You are making a big mistake, my good man" an all too familiar voice trembled in response. Geralt clenched his jaw as he slowed his steps so that the thug wouldn't hear him approach.

"I don't think I am. what sort of fabric is that doublet made of, silk? Must've cost a pretty penny."

"I'm warning you, I'm friends with a witcher, and he's going to find me any second. When he does, you'll be sorry!"

"A witcher? Witchers don't have friends." The thug questioned, silent for a moment before chuckling. "Oh, You must be Jaskier, the witcher-whore. heard plenty of stories about you." Geralt reached into his cloak to pull out a dagger, knowing the sound of his sword unsheathing would draw the man's attention. He turned to creep into the alley, the scene clear to him even in the darkness. Jaskier was pushed against the wall of a building, a knife pressed to his throat threateningly. Jaskier's eyes flicked to Geralt for only a moment before returning their attention to the thug, who didn't notice.

"I wear that title with pride, actually. People are missing out, really. Have you ever seen a witcher? such stamina~" Jaskier swooned dramatically as if putting on a mini stageplay, and if witchers could blush...

"Don't change the subject, bard!" The thug snapped, pressing the knife harder against Jaskiers throat, the metallic scent of blood reaching Geralt's nose. "Your freak isn't coming."

Geralt pressed the tip of his dagger to the man's spine, right where he knew it could paralyze the man. He leaned over to the man's ear and whispered with a growl, "If you wish to bet your life on that, feel free to stay."

The man couldn't of run faster.

When Geralt and his bard left the alley, he used the torchlight to check the bard's neck. thankfully, it was just a small cut with no real damage done. As he leaned back, he quirked an eyebrow at the younger man with a smirk.

"Wear the title with pride, do you?"

"Of course, dear." Jaskier winked with a coy smile before wrapping his arms around Geralt's waist, "Although I'd argue that the whore in this relationship is you."

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3.

The duo had made camp in the middle of a forest, just off the trail. Geralt would prefer it if they had made their way out of the forest to make camp somewhere safer, but the trail seemed to go on forever and Jaskier just wouldn't stop complaining about his 'poor wounded feet.'

the fire was large enough to warm them, but much smaller than they would usually have. Jaskier continued to shiver next to the fire, teeth chittering as he rubbed his hands together. Geralt rolled his eyes. He knew the bard was perfectly warm, as it was the hottest day of the summer and if he were really cold he would be closer to the fire. He knew Jaskier just wanted the witcher to cuddle with him.

But Geralt couldn't refuse the bard anything, and he knew it. After a few minutes of Jaskiers fake shivering and moaning about how he will surely catch a cold if he doesn't warm up, the witcher caved and moved across the camp to sit next to the bard, letting the man snuggle up to his side. The white wolf couldn't help the smile that spread across his face, so he hid it in Jaskiers brown mop of hair. He reeked of the smell of body odor, mud, and horse shit, but he still loved it. Sure it made him want to gag, but it was Jaskier. He could smell like kikimore entrails and vomit, and Geralt would still hold him in his arms and bury his nose in his neck or hair.

Mistake number one, getting distracted. Mistake number two, briefly forgetting the fact that they were in a huge forest that certainly had dangerous monsters lurking behind every tree. A hiss-like sound emanated from the darkness behind Jaskier, just beyond the light of the fire so that it wasn't seen.

"Geralt?" Jaskier whispered, his entire body going rigid and stiff in the witcher's arms.

"Don't worry, I got you" Geralt rumbled deep in his chest, his arms tightening around his bard's waist. He peered into the darkness, almost daring the monster to reveal itself. Without a Cat potion, he couldn't see very far into the dark, but as the fire flickered he saw eight giant red eyes staring him down. An Arachnomorph. "Shit."

"What is it?" Jaskier's voice quivered, and he didn't dare to look behind to see the creature.

"Jaskier, close your eyes."

"Huh? But what about my ballads?"

"Shh" Geralt pretty much yelled in a whisper, his eyes never leaving from where the giant spider stood. It didn't move yet, but as soon as Geralt let it be known that he had seen it, it'll pounce. "I'm going to throw you across the camp and throw Quen on you. I need you to keep your eyes closed."

"Will it turn me to stone if I look at it?" Jaskier questioned.

"No," the witcher just knew that Jaskier had terrible arachnophobia. He dramatically panicked at the sight of tiny, harmless spiders. Geralt didn't want to know how he would react to what was staring at him like he was a good cut of steak. "Just trust me."

Jaskier nodded into his chest, relaxing his arms so that Geralt could easily throw him to safety. As soon as the witcher moved his leg to kneel the Arachnomorph let out a ferocious screech. Geralt quickly tossed Jaskier with ease, over the fire and to the other side of the camp, as he cast a golden bubble shield around him. Jaskier audibly grunted when he hit the ground, the air knocked out of his lungs, but he didn't open his eyes.

Geralt couldn't cast Igni, unless he wanted to burn the entire creaking forest to the ground, so he cast Aard to get some distance between the spider and him. The monster flew back with a screech as Geralt sprung up to grab his silver blade. He snatched up the sword and quickly doused it in insectoid oil before turning to face the beast again.

It quickly got back on its feet, making an eight-legged dash toward the witcher. As it shot out a sticky web, Geralt rolled out of the way. there weren't a lot of places to go, the forest was crowded and nearly suffocating with how close the trees are to one another. He needed to make this quick. He cast Axii on the beast, confusing it long enough for him to climb up onto the spider's back. The monster thrashed and screeched, trying to get Geralt off of him, shaking this way and that. Geralt raised his sword above his head, and with a grunt, swung it down to slice at the spider's exoskeleton, causing a gash to reveal the soft brain beneath right on the top of its head. It squealed in pain and finally shook the white wolf off, causing him to go flying in the air. His spine collided with a tree, the back of his head smashing on the bark so hard it made his teeth rattle and the world spin.

He fell to the ground with a thud, squeezing his eyes shut as a firey pain spread from the back of his head like a wildfire. He could feel the slick blood drip down the back of his neck and into his shirt, the fabric sticking to his spine. He looked up, seeing that the spider was equally dazed. It was stumbling and looking around, green ooze leaking from the gash. with a mighty groan of pain, Geralt forced himself to his feet, despite his body screaming at him to stop. After taking a millisecond to collect his thoughts, he ran toward the beast. Using Aard beneath himself, he shot into the air like a rocket. He brought the sword up again, and with a shout, stabbed his silver sword through the exposed brain of the monster. It sputtered and weakly screeched, before falling dead.

Panting, he looked over the corpse of the giant spider, its legs curling up beneath it. He pulled out his sword and watched as the same green ooze clung to the silver, keeping them connected like a thick and sticky string. His face scrunched up in disgust as he threw the slime-covered sword toward his bag. He would clean it later.

The witcher then turned his attention to the bard, still in the protective bubble. Jaskier was crouched with his knees to his chest, covering his ears with his eyes shut tight. Geralt could help the chuckle he let out as he let the sign down.

"It's ok now Jask." His voice croaked like an old man who started smoking cigars at the age of three, forcing a cough to come up from his throat.

Jaskier quickly turned around, looking over the battle scene. His face paled when his eyes landed on the Arachnomorph, but it didn't compare to the absolutely horrified expression that crossed his features when their eyes locked. "Geralt, are you alright?!"

"I'm fine," Geralt groaned, carefully sitting next to the fire with a wince. "I just hit my head."

"You look... well you always look pale, but you look awful!"

Jaskier then proceeded to patch up the back of Geralt's skull to the best of his abilities after he made sure his witcher downed a Superior Swallow. He praised his witcher for his heroics and bravery and promised to write an epic ballad about how the mighty white wolf saved his precious little lark.

As much as Geralt grunted and groaned, he felt a swell of pride at the praise.

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4.

The abandoned elven temple was no place for a bard, but Jaskier begged and pleaded that he come. Kept saying something about 'history that was forgotten' and 'transcribing the ancient songs' and other such complaints. The younger man was probably expecting golden walls and marble floors, and while the architecture was impressive, it was not something most would think of or expect. Still, Jaskier skipped beside Geralt like he was in the hall of the Gods, marvelling at every shattered statue and crumbling painting.

For once, they weren't looking for a monster. Geralt had heard of witcher gear manuscripts hidden deep in the temple, and he always loved a treasure hunt. Jaskier discovered this little-known fact that witcher wolves liked to hunt one winter in Kaer Morhen, when Jaskier decided to hide from Geralt to see how quickly he could find him. When the white wolf finally did find him by tracking his scent, he looked more like a puppy. Their game of 'find the bard' progressively got more and more complicated, with Jaskier running around the keep so that his scent was everywhere, hiding in spots for a few minutes and then running away so his scent was particularly strong in those spots, wearing other witchers clothes to hide his scent, and climbing up to places Geralt thought he couldn't reach. The other witchers began to catch on and started joining the hunt one by one, making it a race to see who could find Jaskier first. The winner typically got a prize of their choosing, which was more often than not a kiss on the cheek or some quality time with the bard, whether that be reading or simple training or drinking together. Of course, the witchers will never admit to playing 'hide and seek', but Jaskier still found it cute.

This was the first time Jaskier was allowed to come on one of these treasure hunts and wanted to be of help to Geralt on his quest. The monsters were surprisingly few and far between, usually consisting of nekkers and foglets. Geralt was just thankful there was no Arachas, knowing well how Jaskier would react. Eventually, they made their way to what seemed like a library, deep underground after going down a long swirling staircase. Jaskier's cornflower eyes lit up like the sun at the sight. He flitted from shelf to shelf, quickly speaking about how old the tomes were and that if he grabbed a few no one would notice.

"Jaskier," Geralt hissed with no real venom, "be careful. There could be traps, and don't take anything unless I say it's ok."

"But Geraaaaaalt" Jaskier whined, "This is a book of music. Music! These songs probably haven't been played for hundreds of years!"

"Don't. Touch."

Jaskier huffed and crossed his arms, causing the witcher to roll his eyes at the childish display. As they walked through the labyrinth of shelves they found themselves staring at a statue of a beautiful elven woman, her arms outstretched as though to welcome them. Below her was a bright yellow and thick tome, covered in a layer of dust sitting on a pedestal. Jaskier gasped and quickly jogged over to it.

"Jaskier!"

"Isn't it pretty? I wonder what it is." He reached out to touch it, his fingers grazing the dyed leather. A clicking sound could be heard from a wall nearby.

Geralt dove to tackle the bard to the ground, just before a dozen arrows shot out from the wall, embedding themselves into the shelf opposite them.

Jaskier coughed as the dust created a cloud around them, and once the debris settled he looked at Geralt, who was frowning in a clearly displeased manner.

"You're either stupid or have a death wish, and I know damn fucking well you aren't stupid." The witcher rumbled.

Jaskier laughed, hugging his saviour around the neck and kissing his cheek. "I just like it when my darling hero saves me."

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5.

The snow fell sooner than it usually did, to Geralt's dismay. They were only halfway up the killer and already the snow consumed their feet, hiding their shoes beneath the cold flakes of ice. Jaskier complained about how much of a bitch mother nature was to them, but didn't voice his annoyance after that.

The snow fell gently, but it wasn't going to stop any time soon. Geralt knew that they were only a day's travel away if they didn't stop to rest, so he continued to push Jaskier to keep going. To make up for it, he offered the bard more food and the rare privilege of riding Roach. As the day turned to dusk, the temperature dropped as it usually did when the sun left the sky. Jaskier was visibly shivering but was clearly trying to hide it under his massive cloak. Geralt watched him with a close eye, guilt and a small dose of fear twisting his guts inside out. The concern he didn't show consumed his every thought, pushing him to get them to Kaer Morhen quicker.

Late that night, the wind blew so hard it bent the trees, and the keep was just ahead. All they had to do was cross a rickety old wooden bridge and walk up to the gates nearby and they would be home, or what Geralt considered home. The bridge was long, with the water beneath still running, splashing ice cold water up and around when it hit the sides of the river's edge. Jaskier hopped off roach just before they were about to cross, and Geralt shot him a confused look.

"What?" Jaskier asked. He was still shivering, but the excitement in his eyes was clear. He smirked at Geralt as he walked past the witcher and onto the bridge. "We're right there, Geralt. Just a hop, skip and a jump and we'll be next to a fire. Let's go already, I'm freezing!" the bard took Geralt's cold hand into his own and pulled the witcher along.

The wolf looked down at the icy cold river below and frowned, holding Jaskiers hand tightly. every time the wood of the bridge creaked, Geralt's shoulders would tense and his hold on his companion's hand would tighten. when they were halfway across the bridge Jaskier couldn't help but laugh as he let go of his anchor's hand, crossing his arms with a cocky smirk.

"See? Nothing bad happened, darling." Jaskier spread his arms open wide and made a grand show of looking around. He even jumped gently, causing the wood to groan beneath him and Geralt's jaw to clench, his fingers itching to reach out and grab Jaskier, to stop him from falling. But he didn't fall. The bridge gently swayed beneath them, in one piece. Jaskier give a triumphant laugh, and Geralt's shoulders dropped just a little.

Maybe he was being paranoid. Maybe there was no danger to be had. It was just that Jaskier was so accident-prone, it was hard to remember that he was a grown-ass adult, and a professor at that. He wasn't an idiot, he just liked to push Geralt's buttons sometimes.

Just then, the wind blew hard against them. Because Jaskier had his arms outstretched, his cloak was blown up and onto his face. This was no ordinary breeze, as the cloak against Jaskiers face acted as a sail, catching the wind and pushing the thinner man back, towards the edge of the bridge. Jaskier also didn't wear proper boots for such wet weather, causing him to slip as his back pressed against the rope barrier.

Jaskier yelped as his foot slipped off the edge of the bridge, causing him to fall between the rope rail and the wood.

Thankfully, Geralt grabbed Jaskier by his bright blue doublet, now revealed from underneath the cloak. With hardly a huff Geralt pulled the man up and into his arms, pulling the cloak out of his face to scowl at him. The bard huffed and crossed his arms, pouting a bit like a child.

"If you say 'I told you so' you're going to sleep on the floor tonight."

"Bold of you to assume I'm not going to kick you out of bed tonight for acting like a fucking idiot."

Neither of them slept on the floor that night. By the time they got to their room, they had already forgiven each other. Mostly forgiven each other anyway, as Geralt asked Vesemir to give the bard the job of feather dusting the entire library.

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+1.

Geralt slowly came into consciousness, groaning as the light of the fire assaulted his stinging eyes. His entire chest hurt, like some boulder had fallen on him when he was asleep.

"You fucking asshole." He heard Jaskier's voice say softly from beside him. Slowly turning his head, he saw the bard looking down at him with tears pricking his eyes. For a moment, he was a bit confused. He couldn't remember why he was laying in the camp, until Jaskier kept talking. "You should have noticed how many potions you were taking!"

Oh. That's right.

He was fighting a Leshen. It was midnight, so it was dark. he took a Cat potion so he could see. When the Leshen stabbed him through the shoulder with a tree root that shot up from the ground, he took a Swallow potion to accelerate the healing process, followed by a Full Moon potion so that he could take more hits. He was forced to take a Blizzard potion so he could dodge the ten wolves that were attacking him, and a Willow potion when he realized the Leshen was aiming for his head to disorient him.

By the time he noticed he had taken too many potions too quickly, it was too late. He managed to behead the Leshen, but collapsed soon after. His veins were on fire, and it felt like he was going through the Trial of the Grasses all over again. His arms wouldn't move, so he couldn't reach into his chest pocket where he kept an emergency vial of White Honey. He passed out soon after.

Geralt looked up at Jaskier. The bard must have found him within minutes of him losing consciousness, otherwise, he would have died of the toxicity.

"Jask..." He croaked. The guilt weighed heavy on his heart. He knew what he must've looked like, having seen a witcher that overdosed on potions himself. Skin paper thin and white as a sheet, veins bulging on every inch of his body to an uncanny degree, pumping thick black blood. The twitching and gurgling that rose up from their throats. It was a sickening sight, and he must've looked much the same when Jaskier found him.

"Don't 'Jask' me!" Jaskier wanted to snap, to shout, but only managed to whisper with a cracking voice because he knew Geralt's ears would be sensitive. "Do you have any idea how scared I was when I saw you? I thought you were dead!"

"I'm sorry." There wasn't much else Geralt could say. What else could he say to make it better? He fucked up and it nearly killed him, nearly left Jaskier all alone in the middle of nowhere. He could never forgive himself, so he couldn't ask Jaskier to forgive him.

The bard bit his lip, trying and failing to hold back a sob. He leaned down to rest his head on the witcher's head.

The younger man reeked of fear, worry, sadness, relief, and the smallest hint of panic. Above all that, he smelled of chamomile and vanilla. Geralt closed his eyes and took a deep breath in and out, slowly falling into a meditative state. Jaskier's scent always calmed him, and he could feel the bard relax as he wrapped his arms around the man.

"Geralt?"

"Hmm?"

"I... I love you."

"I love you too, Jask."

"Don't do that again, please. My heart couldn't take it."

"Mmhm. But now you know what I have to deal with every day." That earned Geralt a soft punch to the shoulder, followed by a kiss.

#the witcher geralt #the witcher geraskier #geraskier #geralt x dandelion #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt fanfic #the witcher jaskier #jaskier #jaskier fanfic #the witcher fanfic #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic

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Monster Hunter world: iceborne XR walk au

Part 1: The watcher, the brothers, and danger

A/N: is this a bit out of the blue? Yes.

Recently I got the opportunity to go to Universal studios Japan, which is where my love for monster hunter began. I went there with one goal in mind and that was to experience the iceborne XR walk. Imagine monster hunter in VR but you actually have to walk around. That’s XR walk.

I decided to use my skills in both art and writing to recap the events of the XR story for the world to see since it’s a Japan only experience. I have no idea where the Skelly bros came into this, my brain just went to me and said it was a good idea. So here I am.

Anyways enjoy the first, probably the most chill part 1/3 of the XR au.

…pun unintended

Storm did not expect to see someone unexpected in Seliana.

He and his younger brothers, Skelly and Kenpo, came to Seliana to help out with the expeditions and research of the unexplored, unidentified land. He thought it was just him, his brothers, and a bunch of unknown people.

Yet the sound of the cabin door opening with the cold winds of the iceborn world around them entering the warm interior, he naturally turned around to the door to see a familiar face, covered by a hood from her short hoodie.

“Siren?” he asked, abruptly standing up from his bench in surprise.

“Oh so the handler also invited you here?” Siren said, pulling down her hood. Storm’s brothers had also stood up from their seats to see what exactly was going on.

”Wait a second, you know the handler?” Skelly asked, shoving his older brother to the side.

“Of course I do, I don’t go elder dragon watching for fun. It’s literally my job.” Siren answered, and even though all the brothers were aware of her dangerous job as an elder dragon observer, they were quite surprised to see her here, let alone be invited to help.

“Huh, so the handler invited you here to… find elder dragons? What if you find one that’s never been seen before?” Kenpo, the youngest of the three brothers, said as Siren dusted off the snow from the journey.

He had a point. That was literally why the four of them were here.

Siren seemed like she was about to answer, but the handler entered the room and the four of them turned to face their… boss.

”From all of us here at the research commission, we welcome you all to Seliana!” The handler, a young woman with a woolly hat and in pale blue clothing began what seemed to be a welcome speech. The group listened to her, being their first time in this part of the new world after all.

“Seliana was made as a headquarters by the research commission for us to investigate this unexplored land.” The handler continued to explain. “With your contribution, we are sure the research commission will make a discovery that will benefit future hunters-“

a blast of cold wind interrupted the warm welcome speech.

Siren and Skelly screamed from the sudden drop of temperature and the gust of wind. Storm shielded his eyes from the wind, his eyes darting around to try and figure out what was happening. Kenpo hid behind his brothers.

The handler was surprised for a second, before this expression was pushed away to a calm and steady look. “Please stay calm, there has to be a reason for this-“ she said, looking around the blue lit room.

Her words meant nothing when a hunter in crimson red armor burst through the doors, holding one of her arms in pain. Most notably on her left hand was a small crossbow like contraption.

“The others are still stranded in the wilds” the hunter began, closing the door behind her, or she tried to. “I have to go back and-“

The hunter stopped, clutching her arm in pain.

“Are you alright? What happened?” The handler asked, approaching the hunter.

“We set off on a quest to set up a campsite in Hoadfrost reach.” The hunter explained, moving around the cabin in dramatic strides. “We went further and further into the locale, but then-“

“-we were ambushed by a monster. We don’t know what monster it was, but I got out of there. The others are still stranded somewhere and I need to go back to rescue them-“

The hunter stopped again, wincing from pain.

“Rest assured. The hunter’s guild will send an experienced hunter to search for your missing team.” The handler began, and Kenpo was surprised that she was staying calm in such an urgent situation.

The hunter however, didn’t seem satisfied. “But I need to go as well!” She shouted, but the Handler’s expression showed no sign of letting the injured hunter go out of her sight.

She mumbled something in defeat, but her eyes lay down on the group staring at the situation confused. Or worried, it was hard to tell. Having worked with hunters before, Siren was familiar with this situation.

“You people there! You seem to be strong enough to handle this.” The hunter said, standing up to her full height. “I bet you could bring my team back to Seliana safe and-“

“But they only just arrived!” The handler was quick to interrupt the hunter. “They don’t even know how to use a weapon-“

“Oh with a bit of training they could take on any quest!” The hunter shouted, turning to face the group again. “So! You guys think you can go out into the wild, find my teammates, and bring them back safely? Eh? Think you can do that for me?! Ignore the handler she doesn’t understand.”

The group turned to each other. “Can we do this?” Kenpo asked, looking at the one person who seemed knowledgeable with monsters; Siren.

“It could be any monster, but if an experienced hunter is needed…” Siren muttered, turning to the others. “It could be an elder dragon level threat. But it might just be a deviant or sub species…”

“I say we could do this.”

“Well if she says so then I’m in.” Storm added. Hunted nodded, and having heard all this the hunter cheered, her cry echoing in the wooden cabin.

“See I know a potential hunter when I see one!” She told the handler, who seemed worried but she seemed to trust the hunter. The hunter walked over to a small box where she brought out a small knife. “Usually used to carve off monster parts from a slain target, but it’s good enough for swinging around in here…”

“Wait wait, when you say it’s an elder dragon level threat…” Storm whispered to Siren to not alert his brothers, the handler, and the hunter. “…how certain are you about it?”

Siren thought about it for a few seconds. “About 80%.” She answered. “Because Deviant species are as powerful as elder dragons…”

All conversations were stopped when the hunter began to shout.

“Alright! Attacking is the same for all weapons! You raise your weapon above your head and you bring it down!”

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[basketoflemons]

"On the Road"

He had always dreamed of seeing the Golden Gate Bridge, the cable cars, the hills and the bay. He had always wanted to escape the dullness of his life in Denver, the pressure of his parents, the boredom of his school. He had always felt like he didn't belong there, like he was meant for something more.

So when he saw the ad for a one-way ticket to San Francisco on a Greyhound bus for only $99, he didn't hesitate. He packed his backpack with some clothes, a laptop, a camera and a few hundred dollars he had saved from his part-time job. He left a note on his bed saying he was sorry and he loved them, but he had to go. He hoped they would understand someday.

He took a cab to the bus station and boarded the bus with a mix of excitement and fear. He didn't know what awaited him in San Francisco, but he was sure it would be better than what he left behind. He found a window seat near the back and settled in for the long ride.

He soon realized he was not the only one with a story on that bus. There were people of all ages, races and backgrounds, each with their own reasons for traveling. He wondered what they were running from or running to.

He struck up a conversation with the woman sitting next to him. She was a young black woman from St. Louis, with short curly hair and brown eyes. She wore a hoodie and jeans and had a necklace with a cross pendant. She said her name was Tasha and she was going to San Francisco to start over. She said she had lost her boyfriend in a gang dispute and she couldn't bear to stay in her hometown anymore.

He told her his name was Jake and he was going to San Francisco to start a new life. He said he had always wanted to be a photographer and he hoped to find some inspiration in the city. He showed her some of his photos on his laptop and she complimented him on his talent.

They talked for hours, sharing their hopes and dreams, their fears and doubts. They comforted each other and supported each other. They felt a connection that neither of them had expected.

He also befriended the man sitting across the aisle from him. He was a middle-aged man from Hawaii, with tan skin and black hair. He wore a floral shirt and shorts and had a backpack by his side. He said his name was Kimo and he was going to San Francisco to pay off his debts. He said he had made some bad investments and he owed a lot of money to some dangerous people.

He told him his name was Jake and he was going to San Francisco to be a photographer. He said he sympathized with his situation and he wished him luck. He asked him if he had any tips for traveling in Hawaii and he agreed.

He told him about the best places to visit, the best food to eat, the best activities to do. He had a cheerful voice that matched his colorful appearance. He talked about surfing and hiking, about volcanoes and waterfalls, about aloha and ohana. He invited Jake and Tasha to join him in singing some Hawaiian songs and they did.

They sang for hours, filling the bus with music and joy. They felt a bond that transcended their differences.

The bus stopped at several places along the way, giving them a chance to stretch their legs, use the restroom, buy some snacks or souvenirs. They stayed together as a group, enjoying each other's company.

They saw some beautiful scenery as they crossed Colorado, Utah, Nevada and California. They saw mountains and valleys, rivers and lakes, deserts and forests. They took pictures of everything they saw, capturing their memories.

They were having the time of their lives, until they reached Nevada.

That's when things took a turn for the worse.

That's when the police stopped the bus.

They were somewhere near Reno when they heard the sirens behind them. They looked out the window and saw two patrol cars following them closely. They wondered what was going on.

The driver pulled over to the side of the road and announced that they had to cooperate with the authorities. He asked everyone to stay calm and remain seated.

The police officers got out of their cars and approached the bus with their guns drawn. They shouted at the driver to open the door and let them in.

The driver complied and opened the door.

The police officers entered the bus and scanned the passengers with their eyes.

They walked down the aisle until they reached Kimo's row.

They stopped in front of him.

They pointed their guns at him.

They yelled at him to get up and put his hands behind his head.

He froze in shock.

He looked at Jake who looked back at him with disbelief.

He looked at Tasha who looked back at him with sadness.

He looked at the police officers who looked back at him with contempt.

He didn't understand what was happening.

He didn't know why they were arresting him.

He didn't know that one of his creditors had hired a private investigator to track him down.

He didn't know that someone had tipped off the police about his location.

He didn't know that he was in big trouble.

[sugarakis-p2]

All knights and Day must die Ch3

Mothman Shigaraki is the new king and he has so much on his shoulders and wings. Nothing better than to use Ur (Aka Ur Name x reader) to relieve his stress as he plots to destroy the Order of the Azure rose.

It's time for Ur to meet her new apprentices and to do that Ur needs to look like the queen she should be

Sequel to Shigaraki's New Mate < link to ch3

Warning: Group oral, knotting, death of oc, NSFW, dubcon, delusional yandere, cussing

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Having a human mate was a pain in the ass Shigaraki was not expecting.

When he had moved in with his Master, he did not pay attention to all the little things frail humans needed. He had to search for the room that had a bath, then commission to have it retrofitted with light stones and heat. The humans are always cold, apparently. His Master didn’t care if he had a mate, but the rest of the flock cares. It is vital to make them content. He could fight up to five other mothmen, but the entire flock, many with premonition, he would be torn to pieces.

His mate cried and flailed when she thought he was attempting to boil her alive.  What kind of twisted stories had Dabi’s mate been telling her?  He froths at the thought. He never considers the time he tore apart a redhead when he chose you.

Ur seemed quite happy when you realized it was just a bath. You are too frightened of him. Since a happy breeder is a more successful breeder, he needs to figure out ways to please you. There is so much he must do and so little time to do it in. He watched as you played in the water. He knows humans are not sea creatures, but it always captivated him how they love to swim and dance.

Leaning on the tub, he timidly plays with the surface of the water. His claws are leaving a tint of blood that floats like smoke. Admiring the sleek wet shape of his mate, twist and writhe gracefully in the water. The blood dissipates when it meets your skin. As if you have decay too.

Shigaraki reaches in and runs his hand over Ur’s thigh, up to your smooth ass, following the sexy curve of your waist. Ur soft breast almost feels like one with the water until he runs his thumb over your hard nipple. Gliding his hand up to briefly wrap around your throat. Your jawline is beautifully pronounced. Your lips slightly parted, he brushes his thumb over your lower lip before dipping into your delicate mouth. Past your flat little teeth to feel your superbly silky tongue twist against his invading digit. Ur sucks on his thumb, making him moan with need.

Shigaraki knew he had made the right choice with Ur. Prioritizing beauty over substance had left his cock cold and dusty. Ur slips under, leaving his thumb cold, and you smile up at him from the bottom. Your hair is drifting like a crown around your head. Pulling a chirp from him. To him, Ur is more gorgeous than any siren. You are going to make his hold on his people strengthen until he strangles them into submission. Reaching in, he traps you in his arms and pulls you out of the water like his bride. Cradling you to him as he carries your wet body back to the nest.

“Ur perfection,” he hisses. He had practiced for days with Master to say this to you. Your expression of reverence is worth it. You know better than to touch him while you are wet, but his wicked smile and words are making your heart race. You want to comb your fingers through his hair and kiss his scars. You assume he will dry you and fluff you with his wings like in the past but not today.

Today he had slaves gnarled old female humans decorate his mate. You need to be stained while wet. He seats you on a highchair made for this. While he sits on his pillow to watch. His eyes are continually scanning for danger. Several old women carefully brush his dust into bowls. Humming as they mix the ingredients and begin painting your skin.

You have no idea what is happening, but you hold still as they go about painting intricate black patterns over your body. You stare at the woman. You have never seen people with these features or complexion. Many are blue or green. Shigaraki screeches and points to a pattern on his wings. They copy it perfectly down your center then move to paint on your back. They even stain your face with dots under your eyes. A line down your lower lip and chin. Floral-like designs on your arms and legs. They even paint your fingers and toes.

When they are done, Shigaraki moves you closer to the fire pit to dry. Then he is painted. A simple design of fully stained lower legs and arms, coming up in three triangle peaks. They paint the three peaks on each cheek. Careful with the water they must use before each brushstroke. Then handprints decorate his chest. When they are done. Other slaves enter with a straight razor.

The slightly younger of the three speaks to you.

“The roof can stay, shave entrance,” she tells you in a thick foreign accent. She indicates for you to spread your legs. This was humiliating to you, but you did as you were told. Under Shigaraki’s watchful eye, an order from a slave is an order from him. An old blue woman shaky hands lather between your legs.

“You can speak my language?” you ask the female. She smiles and bows. You try to have a distracting conversation with her, but she only smiles and bows.

“What is your name?” you ask. Smiles and bows. You sigh. The woman with shaky hands touches the razor to your skin and lightly nicks you. A tiny red droplet of blood blooms in the foam. Shigaraki roars in rage. The woman places the razor aside. She doesn’t move; there is a slight smile on her face when her head disappears. The rest of her crumbles into powder at your feet.

You scream and cry. Snapping your knees shut and spreading foam all over your thighs. Using a wing, Shigaraki sweeps the dust of their deceased comrade on the other women. Shigaraki looms over them with vicious snarls. Scratching his fur in agitation when the women go to their knees, lower their heads, and raise their palms to him. With the last gnarl, he turns his attention to you.

Cooing and chirping as he tries to comfort his crying mate. You flinch and whimper at his touch. He uses the back of three fingers to wipe away your tears. Tears that hag caused his mate. You don’t know it, but he assures you that the stupid slave will not hurt you again. He had taken care of it, and other slaves will finish the job correctly or suffer the same fate. His poor mate is shaking. Ur will be treated like the queen she is. He orders in another slave with a steady hand.

It’s a bit of a shame. He liked Uno, her shaky hand was scary, but she had never broken the flesh before. A new slave girl cleans you and starts again. You have to force yourself to stop weeping. Otherwise, you may jerk too much and get another poor woman killed. When they are done, other girls come in. Shigaraki is giving them instructions and pointing to a large chest.

Diamonds are lovely, but he wants to see you in pearls. Black and white like the siren he just saw when you played in the tub. Your hair is pleated, like a bejeweled crown. The extra weight of the jewels forces them to pleat your hair tight. It hurts your tender scalp. Coming into a perfect ponytail. Which is trimmed to create a flawless fan. He’s inspecting their work every second. He reaches out and watches your hair run through his claws. He’s happy so far. Your pubic hair is also braided with pearls and diamonds.

You are then put in an intense pearl choker. Bracelets and anklets of black pearls and a waist belt that drapes pearls over your ass. You are wearing a fortune of heavy pearls and diamonds. A covered mirror is brought for you. Shigaraki guides you to it with a massive grin spreading across his face. When he turns, you see he has a large human skull has been painted between his wings as he snarls for everyone to leave. He comes back to you excited and fluttering. He yanks the cloth away, and you jerk. You are unrecognizable. You have to stare and touch yourself several times to be sure this isn’t some kind of trick.

“I’m so pretty,” you breathe. Shigaraki turns you, falling to his knees to kiss the side of your butt cheek. A set of wings have been painted on to look like Shigaraki’s.

“Ur always pretty. Ur perfection,” he rasps, lightly biting your ass. Careful as he kneads your other cheek and plays with the string of pearls. One of his feelers is feather-like over the curve of your ass. As you turn and the light catches the gems and paint, making you shimmer. That is why they used his dust, to make you shine and to be marked by him.

“By the Gods! I’m beefy!” you are lean. Before Shigaraki, you hadn’t eaten well. When you looked down, all you saw was bone. Now when you flex, you see muscle popping out. Shigaraki snickers at you.

“Soft,” he hisses at you. To highlight, he grabs your flexed arm with three fingers and makes you yelp. “Well, compared to you. But to another human female, I am beefy. Makes sense. I used to carry bushels of turnips and spuds from the fields all day long.” He raises up and shimmers his wings in a mating display. He embraces you, purring and dry humping your hip like a dog.

“Mate,” he whimpers over the buzz of his own wings. It’s a warning, not a question, as he lifts up and places your knees on either side of his head. You giggle as he holds you by your waist, pulling you down to his waiting mouth. Lowering yourself, you moan when you feel him nuzzling you. Fisting your fingers in his hair when you feel his tongue running over your clit.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see movement. You look over to see a shadow creature and scream. Shigaraki is quick. He throws you in the nest. The air gets knocked out of you as pillows go flying. Crouched and growling at whatever threat his mate saw. His wings spread wide and create a rattle rasp sound as the tips of the wings rub together. Everything about Shigaraki screams deadly. He suddenly stops and makes annoying snarls at the shadow creature.

The shadow creature is in a strange fancy outfit. Almost everyone is nude, at least in front of Shigaraki. He is nervous about hidden weapons.

“Ur, come,” Shigaraki orders. You obey even though you don’t want to go near that strange creature. He lifts you and carries you into the darkness. Only to appear in a dimly lit room filled with hundreds of Moth creatures. Primarily male, although you see a few females and some other creatures in the room. A bunch of nude miserable human females lines the walls. You see a few you recognize. Lyra is here with Dabi.

A pile of skulls topped with a bright blue silk pillow sits at the head of the room. The skulls don’t shift or move as he makes his way up and sits with you in his lap. Resting his head on top of yours. The Shadow creature suddenly appears before you with a golden crown. You cringe when you get a good look at the crown. They are skeleton hands, the bony fingers creating the peaks. A large one is in the middle with progressively smaller ones, meaning the last set on the crown belonged to a child. It is gently fitted on Shigaraki’s head, and he settles back, resting his on yours.

The shadow creature makes an announcement to the room. The room is a ruckus of chitters. Everyone forms a line in front of the throne. The first male places a letter in a basket and bows down before the two of you. Shigaraki forces your legs out in front, and the creature lightly licks your toes. You squeal and squirm, making the male chirp. Shigaraki snarls at him, and they exchange warbles. It goes on like this for hours. After the tenth time, you stopped riling their instincts by reacting.

When it’s Dabi’s turn, he doesn’t kiss or lick; he sucks on your toe. Making you squirm and grind on Shigaraki so hard he moans with need. Shigaraki makes a low rumbling growl that makes Dabi snicker. They exchange words, and then a Mothwoman is right behind him. She has light yellow wings that match her two messy buns and eyes. She kisses your toes with an exaggerated smooch.

“MMMMMMWWWWWAAAAAHHHH! Hi! I’m Toga, and I can translate. I eat plenty of humans, so my tongue is perfect for the sounds. See.” She sticks out her tongue. The girl just made your skin crawl. Shigaraki sighs and chitters at her for a few moments. “Shigaraki couldn’t tell you before, but you are going to have to work a few hours a day at sewing. Sewing? Am I saying that right? What is sewing anyways?”

“It’s when you take fabric and turn it into clothes or pillows in your case.” Toga chitters in excitement at the word pillows. They really liked their pillows.

“All those females lined along the wall have come to apprentice under you. Once they are fully trained, you can go back to being a breeder. Today is introduction day or your crowning, whatever you call it. I will look over the requests and help translate your orders,” she says with a little twirl. You think she’s welcoming and rather cute. But then you remember what Lyra warned you about her. No matter how friendly she seemed, she would still want to eat you.

“Shigaraki wants to know what will make you happy?” Toga leans in to whisper. “Anything outside of being free, of course,” She winks at you.

“Is there a limit to what I can ask for?”

“You’re the queen, so I would hope not,” she says, waiting. You nod.

“I want to send word to my family I am alive along with griffin feathers. I want blankets and to wear clothes. I want to include those women that put jewels in my hair. I want vegetables and a chef. Oh, and a decent baker. I want to learn the language. If Shigaraki ever has more mates, I don’t want to sleep in the same nest. I want to name the first child. I want him to stop killing people. I want to visit with other females, and that includes Lyra,” you say quickly. Toga is laughing at you.

“Well, you might get half of that,” she giggles. You lean in.

“That would be great because I was expecting two of those,” you whisper, giving her a wink. Toga laughs at you again. She chatters at Shigaraki, who hisses pleased. He plays with your hair and kisses your cheek. He hisses and growls, and at the end, makes an aggressive snort.

“Shigaraki says he’s proud you are requesting things like a queen. He will  try  not to kill in front of you. He’s unlikely to get other mates because he went through one hundred and eleven before you. You have survived the longest. He is your family now, but he will pay a dowry to make an official purchase. He will tell the lesser to wait until they kill to find a chef and a baker. You will receive anything you need to complete the orders and, of course, keep anything you make personal. He has already requested sewing devices to help. He will see what he can do about the other things. What are vegetables? You can have up to three females at a time visit but never Lyra. If he scents Lyra, he will rip her head off and shit down her throat. His exact words,” she ends with a smile.

“Can you tell him I think he has pretty eyes and wings,” he chirps and flutters. Snuggling you tight and keening.

“He can understand almost everything you say. His Master is human and taught him. He just is lazy about speaking it,” she says. Shigaraki chitters and hisses at Toga. She just chuckles at him.

“It’s time for you to meet your apprentices. You’ve already been introduced to most of the uppers,” Toga says, skipping off.

“Uppers?” you say aloud. Toga stops and looks back at you.

“There is a class system here. The weak have no rights. You are a big deal because clearly, you are from a worker’s class. Your feet and hands are callused. Most uppers can’t perform work like you. So, we will see if you raise Shigaraki’s authority status or lower it. I think if you lower it, you might end up as my new toy.” With a psychotic grin, she skips off. Shigaraki makes you stand and pushes you forward. There is a rush of nude dirty girls.

“You’re so pretty! I don’t know if you remember me, but I was in the wagon with you to Auger?” The pale skinny girl said.

“I remember. I am so glad you made it.” She looked so happy she could cry. Another girl interrupts.

“The three of us were in the pile when you got chosen! Because of you, we are alive! We are so happy you are becoming queen! I promise we will all work hard and make you look good!” The excitable woman screams. Lyra cuts through the crowd.

“Hey, wait your turn!” someone shouted. Lyra created light from her hand and knocked the group of them back. You remember she said she used a spell. Lyra is someone who can use arcane magic. They are not people to mess with, and you cringe a little. No wonder she is treated better than Dabi’s other mates.

“Back off. My turn is when I say it is.” Lyra says to the crowd moving away from her. Dabi is getting chummy with Shigaraki. He says something to him with a smug look on his face. Lyra looks you up and down.

“You really clean up nicely,” she says.

“For someone so plain?” you reply.

“I never said that I said you were plainer than the others. You are very pretty. I am still surprised Shigaraki made a sensible choice.”

“She hid in a pile of corpses. When Shigaraki found her, she started babbling compliments at him. Many of the rest of us did the same, and we weren’t eaten!” The one girl said excitably. “My name is Suki, by the way.” Lyra nods at this in thought. When the girls try to crowd in, they are knocked back again by Lyra.

“I wasn’t done yet!” she shouts at them, turning back to you. “I heard you. You tried to get me visiting rights; why?”

“You said you needed to find some scrolls. You go wandering around the tunnels, and when Shigaraki scents you, he will kill you. Your mate won’t be able to intervene. But he really hates you.”

“I thought you only cared about your own neck?” she says, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms.

“I was scared and could have easily been killed. I wasn’t in a position to help you. I was hoping I would be today. I think if I keep pleasing him, Shigaraki will soften and give in. He has already allowed me some leeway.”

“So, you asked, so I won’t get killed. I see. Maybe there is a little hero in you after all. Not to put too much pressure on you, but everyone is hoping you will soften Shigaraki. He’s a ruthless dictator who rarely thinks twice before killing you. I wish for a partnership in survival. If you help me, I will help, and we have each other’s backs first. I am a good champion. As an arcane healer, I am very useful.”

“If you’re an arcane healer, what are you doing here?”

“Well, I’m here to see you, obviously.” She says, rolling her eyes.

“That’s not what I meant.” Lyra waves off your question.

“Do you want a partnership or not?” she demands. Honestly, Lyra is intolerably blunt and rude. Still, she is smart and saved you. Everything she says may be rude and blunt, but you never sense any malice behind it. She always tells you the truth. Something that was in short supply in the village.

“Yes, I want to be good friends.” You quickly grab Lyra and hug her. Shigaraki snarls at Dabi, and Dabi shrugs, mumbling something back. Lyra is a stiff little board; she is smaller than you. When you think about it, the Mothmen are massive and make you feel small. And you’re a little bit taller than average.

“Oh, oh, oh... I ...uh...oh, No one has ever hugged me. Can’t breathe, you amazon woman.” You let go, and Lyra is bright red. “I…I…uh…um…, right well, let’s get you endeared to Shigaraki. Particularly since he did not like you hugging me. All nude too. Pull it together, Lyra. Ok, just remember what Toga said. The weak don’t get any rights.” She says, wandering off.

Many of the girls seemed nice. Some of them had some experience mending. Two knew how to embroider. A woman shoved the others aside. She looked mad. Panting with rage.

“You! You bitch. You got my Botan killed. You got him killed,” she shouts, slapping you. The crack reverberates through the hall. Shigaraki is instantly defensive, but Dabi grabs him and says something pointing to their fellow Mothmen, who are buzzing in excitement. You look back to the enraged girl and feel pity. The slap stung a little, but you are sterner stuff than this girl. You had a father and three older brothers who like to beat the hell out of the lazy kids. You got beaten a lot at first. Several of the other girls restrain her, teeth gritted and tears rolling down.

“I don’t know how I got your Botan killed. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Sorry, you’re sorry, all right. Botan was sweet. When that thing killed him. He just wanted to make a better life for us. Lessers are treated like the rest of us. Now I have a cruel master, and that’s because of you! I challenge you! I challenge you!” The room is even more alive with a scent in the air, coppery and electric. This is what bloodlust must smell like. Shigaraki looks pissed. He’s scratching himself as he watches you intensely. There will be no intervention from him. You take a deep gulp of air.

“Let her go. Again, I’m sorry about Botan and for what I have to do,” you say, depressed. This was going to be ugly. The girl charges you with a tirade of slaps. You take most of them, each strike getting feebler.

“What are you doing? Mocking me?” she screams. Punching at you, her steam running low.

“No, I’m waiting for you to get tired to do this,” You say, balling your hand into a solid fist. You strike out like a spear. When your fist contacts with the flesh of her face, you feel a give. A loud crunching rings in your ears. You pull back when you see you have physically sent the girl flying. Her limbs are limp as she rolls and crumples like a grotesque ragdoll. Lyra is immediately there. “Oh, Gods, did I kill her?!?” you scream to Lyra over the roar of cheering Mothpeople.

The girl’s eyes flutter, and you feel you can breathe again as Shigaraki lifts you in the air like his personal trophy. Lyra’s eyes are locked on the girl in concentration. She gives you a quick thumbs-up as she continues to treat the girl. Shigaraki suddenly drops you catching you by your legs and spreading them wide for the excited crowd. You cover your face, embarrassed. You screech in terror as they start licking you. You look to Shigaraki, who is panting and seems sadistically thrilled you are being violated by an entire court.

Tongues are breaching both your holes. You don’t dare to look; you plead with Shigaraki with your eyes. He is drooling. When your eyes meet to see no mercy there. Lyra said, endear yourself to him, and he never seemed happier. So, you embrace the chaos and make him kiss you. There is even more buzzing at this. You still can’t look at the delicious feeling. Someone laughs and shouts; she’s shy. A surge of kind chirps and warbles fill the room in response.

You feel intense pressure, a tongue has snaked all the way to the back of you, and you feel a gentle circle of your cervix. Someone is being greedy and shoves the others out of the way. You can feel their lips and teeth graze your tongue, making you cry on Shigaraki’s tongue as you suck it. Daring to look down and see Dabi. You really wish you hadn’t seen that. Dabi seems to be a professional pussy eater, and you don’t want to think of him like that. Dangerous thoughts with someone like Shigaraki. He’s creating sweet friction that draws your center tight. You spasm on his tongue and drip into his mouth. Moaning and biting Shigaraki’s lower lip. You taste blood as Dabi slurps at you. Others start to circle, and Dabi releases a blue flame that gets the crowd hissing and chittering back. With growling barks, Shigaraki throws you over his shoulder. You feel he shoved two fingers roughly in you.

“Mine!” He snarls as he smacks your ass and carries you back to the throne. He roughly tosses you down. He grabs your right leg and puts it on his shoulder.

“You are not going to fuck me here. In front of everyone, are you?” You squeak. A sinful grin spreads across his face. He jerks his head to the throng. Most are busy in a spontaneous orgy that has broken out. You don’t know how you didn’t notice the overpowering smell of sex and the sounds of flesh on flesh. Women are screaming and moaning mixed with the guttural sounds of savage beasts rutting. There are some watching. Shigaraki draws your attention back to him with a thwack from the heavy head of his cock. Making you jerk and yelp. You give him a dirty look, and he seems please by it.

“Ur perfection,” he says with another wet thwack. He’s being lewd and sweet at the same time. Ur melts for him a little at that moment. He forces himself in roughly, making you want to cry out. Still aching from the sex he’s been pounding into you everyday night or day, sometimes three or four times. Combined with the brutal aftercare, the tight braids on your groin and head, you hurt all over. Gyrating and buzzing his beautiful wings as he humps himself into you. A display you would typically love, but you feel yourself breaking. You silently sob as you twist to bite the pillow and let it soak up your cries.

Lyra has come out of nowhere and climbs to you. She is quick when she shoves something bitter in your parted mouth. She touches your forehead, a bright green light flares in your vision. Shigaraki snarls and swipes at her. Dabi has yanked her back and slapped her hard for touching you. All your aches disappear and you feel great. Shigaraki feels amazing. Panting on the edge of your watery mouth, drooling, you take in the sight of Shigaraki. Every lean muscle pronounced and flexed as he ruts like an animal. His eyes are closed as he embraces your leg with care, his pinkies out.

“Fuck, that’s a sexy sight,” you growl at him. His eyes open as he smiles and chirps at you.

“You are too cute. I love your cock.” You’re strong now. You yank your legs away. Shigaraki’s expression of confusion makes you laugh as you wrap your legs around him and pull him aggressively towards you. He falls forward, yelping in surprise. You grind into him and dig your nails into his boney shoulders near his soft, warm wings. His eyes are burning into yours as you writhe under him. Upper lip trembling his teeth chatter his feelers dance over your face in delight.

“Take!” Shigaraki rumbles. You roughly grab the softest fur you have ever felt on his neck and seal his chapped lips you yours. The rough texture threatens to make you bleed. You don’t care as Shigaraki hum and bucks his hips against you wildly. With unbridled lust, he cages you to him, trying to make you one with him. His length is stirring every nerve in your warm wet walls. The friction and sweat between your heated skin make his scent stronger. Lemon orchards and pure masculine musk you want to drown in. You pull away to arch up into him.

“So good!” You scream. “Fuck, I feel like all of me vibrating.” Like a coiled dragon that has slumbered in you too long. An explosion of pleasure strikes like lighting through your entire body. Eyes rolling, snarling, drool dribbling down your chin as you bite Shigaraki’s collarbone. He roars when his knot expands and throbs. Rising his wings vibrates in the core of your being, sending your mind to dark places of carnality. Shigaraki’s eyes are rolled back, his body shaking and jerking with every tight squeeze your orgasm gives his cock. His cum and knot create a pronounced bulge. You writhe, and he whimpers. He makes a thrilling trill you have never heard before.

You watch as Shigaraki’s chest expands and contracts with a gulp of air. He looks down at you with slack-jawed worship. He calls for the Toga and the shadow creature. You are surrounded by darkness and appear in the nest you share with Shigaraki. Toga is there dancing before she is suddenly in your face. Shigaraki is chittering at her.

“That went perfectly! You’re perfect! Everyone is talking about that was the best introduction they have ever been to. This is a big win. Everyone says you are a perfect mate. Taking the knot and showing them how a mate is supposed to be. You would be surprised how many didn’t know about kissing or bringing a human female to heat. The fantastic mating display has many reassured that there will be an heir soon. Not to mention flushed out some of the future ranks. They were still talking about how compassionate and professional the way you handled that challenger. By the way, it’s tradition that everyone shows their appreciation for your power. Pow! And you knocked that bitch out in one hit,” Toga is buzzing with excitement. You reach up and stroke Shigaraki’s jaw. He kisses your hand.

“Is public mating normal?” You wonder aloud.

“Didn’t Shigaraki test you out first?” Toga asks in return. Now that you remember, yes, he was trying out a girl prior to you in front of everyone. “To answer you, yes. He took you straight to the nest, didn’t he? Boy, was he optimistic with you.”

“Shigaraki, I am so happy I satisfied you. But I would not have been able to do any of that without Lyra. I felt broken when we started. I was in so much pain. I beg you to let Lyra visit so I can keep you pleased. So, I can take your knot.”

Shigaraki growls and grumbles before he nods yes. You squeal and embrace him. He grunts and talks to Toga again.

“You have to pay for her services. He is going to learn your language, so you don’t need to learn ours.”

“Fuck off, Toga,” he rasps. An example of what he knows. Toga took the hint. Shigaraki encased you in his wings and keened to you until his knot softened enough. He will learn your language so he can still talk freely. He can’t have his sweet, obedient mate getting frightened and try to run like the others. Today was pure bliss. His fingers are wrapping around the throat of his opposition. Today was a good step towards his absolute authority.

He chirps and coos to you until your fast asleep.

Chapter 4 <He's drunk

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[dragon-kazansky]

Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

I am once again apologising for what you're about to go through.

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Part 10

You wipe down the counter. It was quiet today, not many customers. Everyone was at home waiting for the race to begin. Today was the fourth race of the season. If Zemo won today, he would tie with Stark.

Zemo... you hadn't gone back. You hadn't called him, text him, seen him. You had returned to work, telling your boss things had changed. He welcomed you back, but he looked at you with pity sometimes.

He was currently standing in the doorway behind you, watching you. The race would be starting soon, he had the TV set up in his office, hoping you would come watch it with him. He would happily close up shop for this. For you.

You had worked at The Redwing for several years, a loyal worker to him. You would good with the people, you made wonderful coffee, sometimes bringing s cup to his office, and you knew how to make work fun.

You had this amazing opportunity, then something unexpected came out of the blue and ruined it.

You could do so much better than this little job. He wanted that for you. Plus, he was very much aware, just by the way you had been these past few days, that you were utterly in love with his favourite racer.

He saw the images from the last race. That photo of you and Zemo kissing after his win was all over the place.

Behind him, the commentators are talking about Zemo's win. He flashed up on the screen, a replay of his car gliding over the line. The moment Stark lost to him.

You put away some clean cups, stacking them gently by the machine. You liked having a tidy working area. You knew where everything was, getting what you needed for an order was second nature.

You swung a towel over your shoulder and decided to organise the new tea flavours that came in. Cherry blossom tea had just come in, apparently it was nice. As the shop was empty, you could make one. You grabbed a tea bag from the box and put the box back on the shelf. Your boss watches you go about making your drink.

"Are you going to watch the race with me?"

You pick up your mug and look at him, shaking your head softly. He sighs and comes over to you. He doesn't have to say anything as you begin to cry. He hugs you.

"Why didn't you go?"

"What would I have said?"

"Anything. You don't believe he did it, do you?"

You shake your head.

"Then why are you here with me when you can be there with him? I remember the accident, you know. Saw it on TV back then. There is no way Helmut Zemo would sabotage a race like that."

"What was I suppose to do?" You look up at him and watch as he grabs a napkin to hand to you. You wipe your tears gently.

"You were suppose to go. I'm suppose to be seeing you on screen today, supporting him. You're suppose to be there when he wins today," he speaks softly.

"It's too late."

"You could still go down there. You'll miss the race, but you'll be there."

You shake your head.

"He told me, he said if I still loved him I should be there at the race. If I don't go, he'll leave me alone. I think this is best."

"Now look here, you're a darling and I adore you, but my God, you're a silly liar. You're so in love with him it hurts. You're just torturing yourself by being here."

You wipe at your eyes gently, sipping the tea. It was nice. Zemo would like it.

You sigh and put the cup down.

"You go watch the race. Just... let me knows if he wins."

He looks at you with those pity filled eyes again. When you don't say any more, he leaves, heading back into the office. He keeps the door open a crack.

You stand there. No customers in sight. You feel absolutely awful.

Zemo sits outside by his car. Sam, Bucky, and Sam's sister Sarah, were all there with him. Zemo hadn't said a word to them since he arrived. Bucky had tried to talk to him about what happened, but he didn't get a response.

You weren't here. You didn't come.

He still held onto hope you would make a last minute appearance, that maybe you were right outside, but you weren't. He knew deep down you weren't coming.

You were afraid. He couldn't blame you, but he had hoped that maybe, just maybe, you would believe him. Still, he should have expected this.

Sam and Bucky glance at each other.

"Just leave him be. He'll focus up for the race," Sam said, glancing at Zemo.

Bucky looked across the way.

Stark and his little witch were smooching for the cameras. Behind them, Pepper Potts. Bucky never understood how Pepper could deal with Tony. After everything.

"I'll kill him."

"Bucky, don't."

Sarah pulls Bucky back and tried to get him to calm down. Sam, watches Stark for a lite while longer. He felt sick to the stomach just looking at them.

The racers were called to the line.

You finished up the last if the tea and put the cup to the side. You would take it up to the kitchen shortly. You refilled the water tank and reorganised the spoons for the third time that morning.

The door opened. A young woman enters, a man and two children behind her. You put on your hospitality smile and turn to her.

"Welcome, are you sitting in with us or taking out today?"

The woman smiles, though a lite awkwardly.

"Actually, I am looking for Y/N," she says softly. Her accent, it sounded so much like his.

"That would be me, what I can I do for you?"

She glances at the man she came in with, who nods at her. Licking her lip quickly, she turns back to you and speaks.

"My name is Wanda Maximoff, six years ago my brother died in a horrible accident. I know you have been made aware of this incident. I came here to tell you that I testified about what happened, but no one believed me. They took Stark's word against mine. Helmut Zemo did not kill my brother."

You stare at her.

"You're probably wondering how I know about you and how I come to be here. Stephen Strange is a racer too. Stark had called him a few nights ago. Apparently Zemo had paid him a visit and caused quite a fuss."

"Helmut went to Stark?"

"Yes. Over you. I don't know all the details, only what Strange had told me. I thought it best I come to you and tell you what I know. My brother died in an accident. He was not killed by Zemo."

You hear the low sound of engine revving from the office. The race was about to start.

Wanda watches as you dart into the office quickly. She smiles softly and leaves with her family.

Your boss looks up as you enter. He smiles at you and waves you over. You sit on his desk and watch the TV.

That beautiful purple car appears on screen. You almost want to cry again as you see Zemo sitting there.

You would close your eyes and listen to that sound, even if it is through the television, but you didn't want to look away for a second. That handsome man on the screen, you loved him beyond belief.

Then they were off.

Your breath caught in your throat. You tended up. Your boss placed a hand on your arm, reminding you to breathe. You couldn't. Stark and Zemo were neck on neck. If he won today, he would tie with Stark.

And you would go to him to be there for the final race.

The cars sped around the first corner. You had long since blocked out the commentator. The only sound you could hear was those engines.

Zemo's car glides down the track.

Stark is a hair width away from him. They are so close they could collide any moment, but they don't. Both of them are very skilled and talented drivers. They were born to do this.

They reach the second bend.

You grab your boss's hand, needing something to hold onto. Those two cars are so far ahead from everyone else.

You're filled with anxiety. Everything feels too much.

The third bend.

It all happens so quickly. In the blink of an eye. You're not even sure what had happened.

You weren't even aware you were screaming until your boss had his arms around you. He was so quick to try and tear your gaze away from the screen.

Zemo's car collided into the barrier. It was up in flames. Moments later there was an explosion.

It's just like that day. Six years ago.

You cling to your boss, crying into his shirt. He scrambles with one hand to grab the remote and turn it off.

You had seen enough.

The office fills with your cries. Your agony filled screams are enough to break anyone's heart. What the Hell just happened?

He didn't turn.

He didn't make it around the bend.

And now?

Your boss holds you for a while longer. It's all he can do to help you right now.

At the racetrack, there is chaos. Sam and Bucky were booking it down the sidelines, desperate to reach that corner. Stark zoomed past them going at the speed of light. He would soon cross the finish line and win his third victory, successfully beating Zemo at this point.

Sirens go off in every direction. All ambulances are heading the same way.

An eerie silence falls over the crowd, even after Stark finishes.

Sarah grabs her phone. She has to make a call.

Sam and Bucky manage to reach the wreck. The car is totalled into a burning pit. They can't make heads or tails of what's happening.

And where was Zemo?

This isn't how things were suppose to go.

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[tricksters-captain]

Helmut Zemo imagines - Hostage Part 1

AN: I came up with this idea for a series in the shower and I hope you guys are as intrigued by it as I am. Also I’m aware it’s posted later than I said but I’m a perfectionist and couldn’t post it until I was happy with it!! To make up for it, I have some Laszlo Kreizler smut coming up soon for you Alienist fans. 

Summary: You were chosen as one of Karli’s elite. You became a super soldier to help your cause, make the world a better place but taking the serum came with a price. After being cornered one day, you’re taken by the famous Helmut Zemo to give him answers or face the consequences. 

In This Chapter: Introductions. You are sent on a mission for Karli, only for it to turn bad. 

Pairing(s): Zemo x Fem!Reader, Karli Morganthau x Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 2,703

Warnings: Spoilers for TFATWS, violence, strong language 

You stared back at the burning building as the truck pulled away. 

Despite the rumbling of the thick tires on the tarmac beneath you, you could hear the screaming. 

“Hey.” DeeDee placed a hand on your shoulder and tugged you round. “Don’t look.” 

You could see in her eyes that she was just as shocked as you were but was trying to hide it.

The task had been to remove as many supplies as possible from the GRC depot to take back to the camps in Riga. There had been no mention of bombing the place. 

Lennox’s eyes met yours in the rear-view mirror. You were all thinking the same thing. 

Why would Karli go through with something that hadn’t even been discussed?

“Turn here. It’s faster.” DeeDee leant forward pointing towards a more narrow alley as fire engine sirens echoed up ahead. 

Lennox did as suggested and the others followed close behind. 

It wasn’t a long drive from Vilnius to Riga but you all stopped when daylight broke to take some time to eat something. 

You sat down beside Diego, your eyes flickering to Karli every few minutes as she dished out supplies for you all. 

She noticed. 

“(Y/n).” Karli remained standing as she handed out the last can to Dovich. 

You took the hint and rose to your feet. 

You followed her to the side of the abandoned structure as the others tried to tune the radio. 

“What’s the problem?” Karli asked you, a hard expression across her features.

“What’s the problem?” You couldn’t help but scoff at the question. “Karli, you blew up a building with people still tied up inside.” 

“I did what I had to do. It’s the only language these people understand. You saw just how much food, water and medicine they were sitting on. If we had a fraction of that just a few months ago Mama Donya might still be alive.” You could see the tears Karli was trying to suppress as she spoke of Mama Donya.

“You still should’ve consulted us before you went ahead with it. We’re better than an eye for an eye and you know that.” You cautiously took her hand into yours to try and comfort her. “We’re trying to make a difference here.”

“And that is how we do it.” She dropped your hand as she defended her actions. You shook your head but didn’t retaliate. You knew there was no use in arguing with her in that moment. 

“There’s something I need you to do after Mama Donya’s funeral today.” Karli was quick to change the topic. “A mission for you and DeeDee.” 

“What is it?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest. 

“I need you to go to these coordinates immediately after the funeral. One of our allies will be expecting you both. He has information and something I need. It’ll be a parcel, small enough to conceal so you can make your way back to us without any suspicion.” Karli texted over the coordinates and the information on the contact. 

“How can you be sure it’s safe?” You asked as you studied his profile. 

“I wouldn’t send you if it wasn’t.” Karli paused before she wrapped her hand around the back of your neck and brought your forehead to hers. “We have to stick together now more than ever.” 

You closed your eyes and exhaled a shaky breath. 

“One world.” You muttered. 

“One people.”Karli pulled away just as Dovich called over to you both. 

They had managed to get the radio to work. 

You sat down and opened a can of fruit slices to try and quench your hunger. 

“The depot that was bombed was funded and run by the GRC, the Global Repatriation Council. One of the workers killed was the father of two and had only been on the job for one week. After condemning this latest action by the radical group known as the Flag Smashers, the GRC formally began drafting legislation known as The Patch Act, which would seek to restore traditional border regulations and fast-track the return to normalcy. The act of violence has also brought attention and followers to the Flag Smasher cause. No one can deny the world-wide reach of this group is growing, as is the danger.”

You shared a look with Gigi and Dovich as you listened to the broadcast. Your stomach churned at the mention of the father. You swallowed hard as you placed your food down. 

Karli parted from the group again, feeling the pressure of the eyes on her, but you chose not to follow. 

You had known Karli for 3 years. You met in Riga and became close quickly. You both had lost everything and then you had each other. When she took off to Madripoor, you followed. She always knew how to get people to see things her way, she had a spark inside of her that drew in those who wanted to fight for something; she was powerful for 19. She only grew more powerful with the serums. 

You had backed her and supported her from the start but something was twisting. Something was going sour. You had never killed innocents before but in Karli’s eyes; was anyone on the side of the GRC innocent?

“Finish up. We need to get to the border in time to meet our contact.” Karli strode past the group and didn’t stop until she climbed into one of the cars. 

You cleaned up after yourselves, leaving no trace that you were there, before you got back on the road. 

You were back in Riga soon enough, your contact at the border let you through without any issues and you made it to the checkpoint with all the supplies safely. 

Fortunately, you still had time to spare before Donya’s funeral. 

You remained hidden, on the low, whilst Karli went with Nico to pick up the leftover serums. 

You had previously spoken about creating more super soldiers. You had been against it. There were more than enough of you for the moment and the process of turning into one was beyond any pain you’d ever felt. You didn’t think more people needed to go through that. However, the vote passed and more were to be created. 

“You ready?” Karli asked you as she returned. You nodded. 

You headed to the secret location of Mama Donya’s funeral and fell into the crowd as the body came into sight. Mama Donya had been important to Karli and therefore important to you. She had been a kind woman. Kind to you. But Karli had a bond with her that you didn’t. This was Karli’s time to heal, to grieve, to help those who also relied on Donya. 

You watched Karli step up to say a few words. 

“I don’t remember my mother or my father. Same goes for siblings, grandparents, cousins. What I do remember is being alone. Worse than being hungry or cold or scared. I was alone. Until Mama Donya. Like a lot of you here, Mama Donya saved me. She clothed me, fed me, loved me.” You followed Karli’s eye line when she gasped softly. 

It was Sam Wilson. Avenger. 

You felt your blood go cold. Usually where there was one avenger, there were sure to be more. 

“She taught me that we have to do for each other because they won’t. And we know who they are. They imposed struggle and hardship on us, then labeled us as criminals for pushing back. But the struggle is what brings us all together. People who have nothin’ in common. For we are, after all, simply one world and one people. So live accordingly.”

As you stepped forward and placed your bouquet of flowers down beside Donya, Karli clasped hold on your wrist. 

“Go now.” She whispered under her breath. 

“What about you?” You asked. 

“I’ll be fine. Get to the contact.” Karli tried to assure you but you weren’t certain on leaving her. Dovich guided you away to stop you from arguing with Karli about it. He told you that he was going to stay behind to help Karli and that you had a more important job to do right now. 

You had to give in and leave. 

As you made your exit, you grabbed DeeDee and the keys to the motorbike outside. 

“We gotta make a detour. Make sure we aren’t being followed.” You announced as you climbed onto the motorbike. 

“Karli said our guy would wait for us so it’s better to be safe than sorry. We can’t mess this up.” DeeDee agreed with you as she placed herself behind you. 

You took off down the street and did your best to lose any tails. 

You ended up ditching the bike and moving underground once you were sure you were alone. 

You were either really lucky or they had only brought enough backup to deal with Karli. 

“We should be close.” You checked your phone to read the GPS before placing on your mask. 

DeeDee held the flashlight up as you worked your way through the empty tunnel. 

“You’d think Karli could organise a rendezvous point somewhere a little less musty.” DeeDee grimaced as a trio of rats scattered past you both. 

“This is the safest way. We may have gained a lot of supporters above ground but we have a lot of enemies too.” You tried to defend Karli’s choice but even you had to admit that the sewers were a low point for you all. 

“You think she got away okay?” DeeDee asked, the concern obvious in her voice despite her blank expression. 

“I think Karli’s smart and she wouldn’t stick around if she knew she couldn’t win.” You may have been anxious for her but you rarely had doubts with Karli. Even without the serum she always managed to slip through the cracks. 

As you continued to make your way through the tunnels, you spotted a silhouette up ahead. 

You narrowed your eyes as DeeDee shone her light on him. 

Fortautely, it was your contact.

“Greetings.” The man smiled widely at you both. He wore a bright head torch that stopped you from looking him in the eye and a large forest green coat. 

“We’re here to collect the parcel and information for Karli.” DeeDee informed him, shading her eyes from his light as she tried to lift her gaze. 

“Yes. Yes. I know.” The short man pulled out a small object wrapped in brown paper from under his coat. “Karli said you would be coming.” 

As the man spoke, you heard something splash in the water behind you. 

“What was that?” You asked, looking back to see if you could spot anything. 

“It was probably just one of the rats.” DeeDee tried to assure you but the hairs on the back of your neck began to stand up. 

You had a bad feeling about it. 

“I’m going to check it out.” You whispered to her. “Better safe than sorry.” You repeated what she had said earlier. 

“Be careful.” DeeDee handed you her flashlight before letting you go. 

You crept back round the corner from whence you had came. You remained close to the wall to avoid any oncoming intruders head on. Peering down into the water, you saw that it had been in fact just a rat that was now paddling through the sewage. 

“It's okay.” You relaxed, shouting ahead so they could hear you. “It was just a ra–––” You were cut short by a gloved hand covering your mouth. 

You sent your elbow backwards instinctively which threw your attacker into the wall. 

You spun around to see a figure dressed in a lavish coat with a purple mask covering his face. You furrowed your eyebrows at his appearance. You didn’t recognise him as an Avenger. 

He came towards you, sending a fist to the side of your head. You managed to block his attack, kicking him in the chest. 

You thought he’d be no match for you with your enhanced powers but he managed to put up a good fight. 

He wrestled with you against the wall as he gained the advantage. You resorted in head butting him to get him off you. 

You sent your leg up into his side but he wrapped his arm around your calf and yanked you forward. You lost your balance as he grip moved, hooking under your knee. He squeezed your thigh against him as he pulled out a rather large syringe. 

“DEE! RUN!” You managed to howl before the needle sunk into your thigh. 

You tried to fight again as he dropped your leg but your vision became patchy and your balance began to sway. 

Not to your knowledge, he had injected as much tranquilliser into you as one would a tiger. Your enhanced abilities wouldn’t help you with that, you were soon out cold. 

--

The stars shone above you as you and Karli laid back on the bonnet of the car. 

“I genuinely believe that you could be the one to change things, Karl.” You said as you munched down on the chocolate bar she had gifted you. 

“What are you on about?” Karli furrowed her eyebrows through her smile as she turned her head to face you. 

“I mean look what you did for my birthday, just using your powers of persuasion.” You smirked.

“Persuasion isn’t enough to change things.” Karli disagreed. 

“You’re right but right now, people need someone to look up to. Half the world is gone and hope isn’t something that's easy to come by anymore.” You stated. 

“And you think that person could be me?” Karli scoffed at the idea. 

“I think you could do anything you wanted if you put your mind to it.” You broke off a piece of chocolate and handed it to her. 

“I think you’re spending too much time around Mama Donya.” Karli took the chocolate and popped it in her mouth. 

“We’ll see who’s right one day.” You mused with a small smile. Karli rolled her eyes before trying to steal another piece. “Hey! It’s my birthday present!” 

--

When your eyes finally opened, you realised you were no longer in the sewers. 

You were standing but your hands were up above your head, chained to the wall behind you and a large metal strip was around your neck also. You desperately tried to search your surroundings through your mask but the restraints stopped you from moving much. 

The room was dark, no windows, a few dim lights dotted around caused the room to seem almost a brown colour and there was little furniture. 

You would’ve been a fool if you didn’t noticed the gun on a small table off to the side as well as the medical equipment glistening on a tall metal cart. 

Your head throbbed and your mouth held the metallic taste of blood. You tugged at your wrist restraints to test their strength and to your luck they were holding. 

“You’re awake.” You heard a thick accented voice when you stopped rattling your chains. “Good.” 

The possessor of the voice, your kidnapper, stepped into light and you clocked who it was immediately. 

It was Baron Helmut Zemo. 

Zemo could not see your face as he had left the mask on you but he could tell from your eyes that you knew who he was. 

“I bet you are wondering why you are here. Tied up in this basement.” Zemo started. “Let’s start with introductions, shall we?” 

You remained silent.

“My name is Helmut Zemo––”

“––I know who you are.” You retorted. 

“Then you know what I am capable of.” Zemo glared at you for the interruption. His hands finding his pockets as his eyes settled on your own. 

“I know you’re going to kill me.” You knew of what happened with the Avengers. You knew of Siberia and the destroyed soldiers. You knew of his hate. 

“I’m not going to kill you.” Zemo wagged his finger at you. “Not yet at least. No. We have a few things I’d like to discuss first.”

“Like what?” You scowled at the man. 

“Like the whereabouts of Karli Morgenthau.” 

(PART 2 HERE)

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