#chris evans xreader

[writersblog20]

Popsicle?

Chris Evans x reader

Summary: Eating a popsicle got a whole other meaning when you are with Chris….

Warnings: Pure porn at this point. Blowjob, cursing, mention of public touches, deepthroat, face sitting, oral receiving M and F, double penetration, dildo, anal, anal fingering, pussy fingering, squirting, daddy kink, a little bit of mocking, mention of a threesome with Henry Cavill, possessive Chris, pet names, overstimulation, crying during sex, anal creampie, breeding kink, teasing, begging, rough sex and probably more sex related things but you get the idea. Oh and dom/sub dynamic of course

Words: 3,4K

Part 2🔥🔥

Popsicle?

It was a very hot day and you, your friends and your boyfriend, Chris went to the beach. It was very nice and refreshing. Besides, Chris finally had some time off from all the interviews for the upcoming movie Lightyear. But that also meant that not only the heat came from the sun but from the two of you, both touch starved. You hoped by having some activities at home before you left would help with that but unfortunately that both just made you want each other more.

There wasn’t a moment that there wouldn’t be a sinful thought swirling in your head or his. And let’s not talk about the teasing all day long that the both of you got riled up. Like sinful touches underwater, where Chris would swim next to you and touch you down below or you him.

But at the end of the day, you were both lazy and very tired from the sun and heat. When you arrived home you were both exhausted and plopped down on the couch after a shower. You had put on your silken kimono and put the tv on. Not long after, Chris joined you just as exhausted. The warmth really got to the both of you, now you were unable to take a dip.

“I’m getting a popsicle. You want one?” You asked Chris, standing up. He looked you up and down lazily and shook his head. “No thank you sweetheart.” You nodded and walked to the freezer, getting your favorite popsicle out of the freezer and made you way back.

Chris took a sip from his beer and watched the tv intently when you plopped back on the couch and unpacked the popsicle before putting it in your mouth and sucked on it. Chris got a little distracted by his sinful thoughts once again and eyed you out of the corner of his eyes. You didn’t notice Chris eyeing you with a small smirk playing on his lips as you were too caught up on what happened on the tv screen.

Chris knew that it wasn’t your intentions to tease him right now but he couldn’t help getting hard from the sight of you sucking on a popsicle. He turned his head slightly, in hopes of getting your attention as he raised his eyebrow with a smirk.

You looked at him but you hadn’t put two and two together yet. “What?” you asked him dumb, making Chris chuckle slightly at your innocence right now and shook his head, trying to focus back on the tv, even though he knew that his focus would be completely on you right now.

You sucked  more on the popsicle and Chris took a glance at you, smiling. You looked at him again and got slightly irritated, not knowing why he was looking and smirking so much until his eyes landed on the popsicle and you got the memo. You chuckled slightly and started to lick the popsicle more seductive and got the full attention from Chris, if you hadn’t had that already while he looked intently at your skills.

He let out a groan when you licked the popsicle and saw that Chris let his head fall back, making you chuckle in reaction. The smile never leaving his lips as he enjoyed this a little bit too much. “I can’t even eat a popsicle in peace for you to have sinful thoughts Evans. You’re unbelievable.” You told him teasingly while Chris just let out a wholeheartedly laugh because you just liked that popsicle in the most sinful way possible.

“Well, maybe if you haven’t riled me up this much on the beach I wouldn’t have these sinful thoughts and let you eat it in peace.” He remarked back. “Well, you weren't the only one who got riled up today so that’s just a shit ass excuse.” You bantered back, making Chris chuckle. “Really? You want to go there now?” he asked you with a smirk in disbelieve. You hummed and nodded as if nothing had happened.

He shook his head while you ate your popsicle in a seductive way again, making Chris groan in annoyance. “Please Y/N.” he told you in a way for you to stop it. You raised your eyebrows and chuckled “Then don’t watch it Chris. I’m not making you.” you teased him and he rolled his eyes. You saw that he was fully hard now. “Seems like you got a slight problem there Evans….” He looked at you again and raised his eyebrow with a smirk. “Then why don’t you do something about it pretty baby?” Shit… this man knew about what that nickname did to you and the annoying smirk he got on his face said enough that he knew damn well.

You looked at him, two can play this game. “Then why don’t you ask me nicely babe?” you tried not to give in right away. “Oh, you want me to ask you nicely?” he acted dumb while you just nodded. “Oh so if I understand this correctly, daddy’s going to have to ask YOU for favors now? I thought that was your job.” Goddamn it. This handsome motherfucker knew just how to get you.

You hummed trying to stand your ground and Chris just chuckled. “Okay then” he told you and faced you, his body now towards you. “Pretty, pretty princess. Help daddy out if you want to cum at all tonight.” He told you lovingly and a little mockingly as he softly stroked your cheek with his knuckles. You knew that if you wouldn’t do what he said right now, you would indeed not cum at all as he always kept his word. You quickly put the last piece of popsicle in your mouth and finished it, putting it on the table as your hand fumbled to his sweats, while Chris watched you with a smirk on his face as he had you right where he wanted to.

You got his cock in your hands and softly stroke him off. “I said help me out, not tease me.” he told you stern and you quickly licked his shaft before trying to take him all in. Chris gasped loudly. “Oh god baby. Your lips are so cold.” You smirked as you knew that already but acted dumb. You got off his cock so you could look up at him. “Sorry daddy.” You told him but the grin told him all he needed to know and smacked your ass loudly. “Oh you already knew that. You’re being a bad girl and going to regret you just did that.” But the smirk gave him away as well. You had him there and he had to give you that.

“Get back to work baby girl and maybe I’ll forgive you if you do a good job.” He told you, holding your face between his palm as he squeezed your cheeks, giving a small short kiss on your pouted lips now. He let go of you so you could go down on his cock again. He held your hair back as you swirled your tongue over the tip of his reddened cock before taking him all in. You heard Chris moan as he let his head fall back down.

Your hands found his balls and massaged them as your head went up and down on a good steady rhythm. Chris looked at you again and placed his hand on the back of your head and started to pushed you down more on his cock while you gagged around him, saliva dripping over his cock towards his balls. He moaned out loud as your throat squeezed his cock. “There you go baby. Just like that princess.” He told you while you sucked him off.

His moans got louder and every time you would hear that angelic sound, it turned you on more and more. “I’m so proud of you sweetheart, taking my entire cock in that pretty mouth of yours.” He said between gasp, pleasure building. “Baby, I’m not going to last long.” You hummed while picking up the speed. Chris held your hair back and your head with the other hand so he could thrust into your mouth as he pushed his hips up. His cock hit the back of your throat and kept gagging every time. “I’m gonna cum baby.” you hummed again when you heard Chris moan loudly above you and the warm seed covered your throat, making you swallow it automatically.

When he was done, he was still panting a little and got your face between his palms and gave you a passionate kiss. “Get your pretty ass upstairs princess.” He told you, playfully smacking your ass, making you giggle in excitement while Chris smiled at you.

“God you look so beautiful in that kimono baby. Keep it on.” He told you as you entered the bedroom. “Come sit on daddy’s face, princess.” You climbed up in excitement with the help of Chris. He placed his arms around your legs so you had no other choice than to sit still. He took a long lick over your slit and hummed in approval. “So wet for daddy.” He approved before eating you out. His tongue entering you while his hand went up towards to your breast and played with your nipple. The moment his tongue connected to your pussy, you lost all strength in your body and already shuddered from pleasure as your body was covered with goosebumps.

He made eye contact with you while eating you out and it was the hottest thing ever, the sight alone almost made you cum at that alone. “Want daddy to finger you while I eat you out?” he asked you, making you nod. “You’re going to have to ask nicely….” He told you as to what you told him earlier. This bastard…. “Please daddy, please make me cum.” He hummed as if he was thinking about, wanting you to beg more. “Please, please, please daddy. I really want to cum in your mouth and on your fingers.” He smiled “Good girl, see that wasn’t so hard.” You would be irritated if you weren’t this needy for his fingers and tongue right now. His fingers entered you and pumped in and out of you while his tongue circled on your clit, now and then sucking it while you were close to reaching your high. You tightened around his fingers “You want to cum, princess?” he asked you and you had a feeling where this was leading to.

You nodded and he got that grin again “You’re going to have ask daddy nicely.” Sometimes you could do him one but this was not the moment. “Please daddy, please can I cum around your fingers.” He decided not to tease you anymore than he already had, knowing that you had learned your lesson. “Cum for daddy sweetheart. You can cum now.” he gave you permission and you came hard. You saw black dots and gasped for air meanwhile your whole body shook and Chris kept eating you out.

His fingers coated with your slick as he placed them on your lips, hinting that you needed to suck on them. You got off of his face and on to his chest while you sucked his fingers. His beard was covered with your slick as well and he got it off with the back of his hand, while looking seductively at you.

You rubbed your ass against his growing hard cock and Chris pulled you down for a heated kiss. His tongue dominating yours as the taste of your pussy hit your tastebuds. “You’re such a good girl, baby. I think you deserve my cock.” He told you and you immediately nodded submissive. “Please daddy. Please, may I have your cock.” He smiled and kissed your forehead, while his hands cupped your cheeks. “Yes baby. Cimb on daddy’s cock and make yourself cum.” He told you and you quickly stroked his cock, guiding him into your pussy.  

You were still sensitive and clenched around him when you put him in. You always had to get used to his size. His hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. You slowly started moving “Atta girl, go on.” You didn’t need more and picked up the pace while you both made eye contact. His eyes darkly looking back at you. You took it up a notch and started moving faster while sinful sounds got released from Chris’s throat.

You moaned and your hands went over his abs, turning you on even more.  “Go make yourself cum now.” he commended and rubbed your clit with his thumb. He knew it wasn’t going to take you long as he hit your g-spot with his cock and you came in no time. You fell down on his chest and he softly petted your hair. “Good girl.” He whispered in your ear.

“Look at the mess you made on daddy’s dick.” He told you, holding you up now by your neck. “Clean it up baby.” You got off of him and looked at his cock which was glistening with your cum. You licked it all off his shaft until Chris got up. “Get on your hands and knees.” His voice dark. You did what he said and you heard him getting off of the bed. The moment you turned your head around, you got a hard smack on your ass. “Don’t. Look.” You looked in front of you awaiting what was going to happen.

“Daddy’s going to fill you up completely.” He told you and held your pink dildo in front of you. “Which one do you want in your ass princess?” You looked shocked “You need to learn some manners. You’ve been rude to daddy as if you had the nerve to backtalk to me.” you swallowed your saliva. “But don’t worry, daddy’s not going to hurt you… if you’re stying a good girl. Now. Which. One. Do. You. Want. In. Your. Ass?” your eyes went big. “You… you can choose daddy.” Your shaky voice gave you away. You’ve never tried anal before but the thought did turn you on of having two cock in you. “Now that’s the right answer baby girl.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll start with my fingers. You remember the safe word right baby?” he asked you and nodded. “Tell me what is pretty girl.” “Strawberry” you answered. “Good girl.” You felt his cock going over your dripping slit before entering you with a moan. “Still squeezing daddy so tight.” he remarked and heard him spit and felt his saliva covering your ass, before you felt his finger going over to your other entrance. “You ready sweetheart?” he asked you, making you nod.

You felt his finger slowly going in and a groan above you. “So tight baby, but that won’t last long I promise you.” it send shivers down your spine. He added another finger in and started pumping faster as you followed your high. “Daddy….” You screamed out from pleasure. “That’s it baby. Cum.” He told you and your whole body shook and trembled so much that you couldn’t even hold yourself up, collapsing into the mattress. “Good girl. Now I think it’s time for the real work. What do you think baby?”

You whimpered, still trembling from your last orgasm. He brought the dildo towards your  mouth. “Take it in.” he told you. You opened your mouth while Chris pushed the dildo further into your mouth, making you gag and tear up. “Oh baby, you are so pretty and all mine.” After Chris thought was enough, saliva dripping down your chin and chest, he rubbed it in and got some on his hand for your ass before giving you a generous kiss.

“Daddy?” you asked tiredly and Chris hummed “What is it princess?” he said lovingly, making you feel a little small making you go even more into submission. “I want your cock in my ass.” Chris smiled and kissed your shoulder. “Good girl. I’d love to fuck your ass baby.” he told you before going back to his original place.

He rubbed the dildo against your slicky slit and pushed in, earning a loud moan from you. He spit on your ass again and rubbed the tip of his dick against your entrance before slowly pushing it in. You cried out from pain and pleasure and let your face fall onto the mattress. Chris started to moan loudly as well. “Oh my god, baby you are so tight.” he wasn’t even fully in yet. “ Take daddy’s cock like a good girl.” He told you before moving the dildo in and out of your pussy and pushed his cock further into your ass. Once he was fully in, you started crying from the pain and pleasure, making your entire body confused.

Chris waited with moving and kept playing with the dildo in your pussy. Once he noticed that you were close to coming, he started moving his cock in your ass and you moaned out like you’ve never done before, nails digging into the covers. Once he bottomed you out, he started pounding into you with the dildo at the same time. “Oh you’re doing so good, with two cocks filling you up.” You were in a crying orgasm and started squirting everywhere, making a mess on the entire bed and Chris “Oh look at that, you’re so gorgeous. I’m so proud of you baby” You couldn’t stop squirting and moaning, getting lost in complete and utter pleasure as you fell down on the bed, exhausted. But that didn’t stop Chris.

His hands now on your ass cheeks, pushing you further into the mattress as he thrusted hard in to you. The dildo still resting in your pussy. “Maybe if you’re a good girl I can make an acceptation of sharing you and invite Cavill to destroy that pretty pussy of yours while I pound into you from behind.”

Just the thought of Chris and Henry Cavill pounding in and out of you, using your body as their sex toy got you another round of a eye rolling orgasm. “Oh you like that idea, don’t you princess? Mhm? You’re a little cockslut aren’t you?” you whimpered and tried to wiggle away  as the pleasure became too much. “No princess, you’re staying right here and take that pounding.” He growled in your ear as the loud sounds of skin on skin and your dripping wet pussy filled the air.

He laid his entire body on yours so you had no way of moving at all as he overpowered you. He put his arm around your neck and slightly pulled  you up in a chocking hold while his thrust became harder and more erratic. “I’m going to fill this pretty ass up. It’s mine now.” he growled in your ear.

You came another time and it felt like you were going to pas out for sure. You felt something warm shoot in your ass and Chris let go of the chokehold, making you fall with your face in the covers while he came loudly. Your whole body was shaking and you couldn’t stop, muscles aching. Chris got out of you, leaving you whimpering from sensitivity as he got the dildo out as well and kissed the top of your head. You felt his cum dripping out of your ass, falling on your legs.

Chris cleaned you up, knowing you had absolutely no strength left. “Are you okay baby?” He asked you lovingly and caring. You nodded exhausted. He gave you a loving sympathetic smile “You did so good princess. I’m so proud of you.” he told you as he crawled in bed naked next to you and pulled you against him to cuddle. He softly went with his hand over your hair and gave you head kisses.

“Do you really like the idea of me and Cavill fucking you?” He asked you curious. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. “Maybe…” you told him, voice raspy. He hummed and nodded, staring at the ceiling and then back at you. “Maybe I should give him a call someday then….” You felt excitement bubbling up by the thought and couldn’t help but smile. Chris smiled back but held your face between his hand again. “But don’t you dare too forget that you’re mine.” He growled intimidating and you couldn’t help but feel the excitement and butterflies going crazy in your stomach. “Yes daddy, I’m all yours.” You told him and kissed him lovingly.

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[sarahrogersevans]

Cna you write about a headcanon or story about chris evans meeting anti-social, reader who is a hairstylist for marvel and a few movies.

My Favorite Hair Stylist -Chris Evans shy anti social Hair Stylist! xreader headcanon

Summary: Chris meets Y/N and she is his hairstylist at marvel and for a few of his other movies and they get along real well

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of social anxiety, mentions of feeling shy

. Chris is getting ready for a marvel movie and sits down to have his hair done and Y/N comes in and says “hi there hun how are ya?” She smiles and focuses on his hair and Chris notices she’s shy and is real gentle with her

. Y/N compliments Chris on his acting and Chris blushed at how sweet she is towards him and he wants to protect this girl

. Later on a few months later Chris is working on a new movie and Y/N is his hair stylist again and she smiled and says “hi again stranger how are you?” Chris smiled at her and hugged her and said “hi Y/N I’m good I’m glad to see you how have you been sunshine?” She updates him on everything as she does his hair and he enjoys every moment with her and enjoys her company and Y/N feels the same and mentions how’s she’s shy but Chris let’s her know it’s ok

. Chris sticks with having Y/N as his hair stylist for his movies partly because he knows she does a wonderful job and he wants her to feel comfortable with him and they become close friends and Y/N comes out of her anti social shy shell over time and will talk with Chris more

. Chris comes in one day and sees Y/N and he knows she deals with anxiety sometimes and goes over to her and says “hey Y/N you know I just wanted to say you are my favorite I love how you do my hair but more importantly I’m glad to know you sweet heart and if you ever need anything let me know ok? I hope you’re doing ok.” Y/N smiles at Chris and says “thank you Chris! You are so sweet! I appreciate you.” Chris gets out some cash for a tip and says “here doll this is for you, you’ve earned it for your hard work.” She shakes her head and says “no no I can’t take that Chris it’s ok I don’t feel right about it.” Chris insists it’s alright and she takes it and she feels she has a crush on him but is too shy to admit and what she doesn’t know is Chris really likes her too

. Everytime Y/N does Chris’s hair for a movie Chris makes sure to hug her when he sees her and talks to her to make her feel more comfortable and would reassure she’s doing a good job

Hi honey! I’m sorry it’s short but I hope it’s close to what you were asking for 😊♥️xx

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[funfickgirl22]

Hi, can you write the story where the reader is with Chris or Henry and she is ashamed to show him her family home because she grow up poor ?

Home sweet home.

Chris Evans x Reader

International relationships are interesting. Both sites grew up in different cultures and were surrounded by various influences. The most significant difference between Chris and you was that you grew up poor. It wasn't your parent's choice; it was a continuation of bad events within your family that led to it.    

You were at this moment of the relationship where you felt like Chris should visit your family home and meet your mother. You loved the way how Chris' mother and siblings welcomed you warmly. You wanted the same experience for Chris.   

Your boyfriend had a few months off work, so both of you decided to book a flight and visit your mother.   

Your anxiety was high as a roof warring how your boyfriend would react to seeing your family home.   

"What's up, sweet heard? Are you afraid your mother won't like me?" Chris asked, kissing your hand while you both were on the plane."   

"It's not that she will love you. It's just... I told you my history, Chris. You know I grew up poor, right? I don't want to scare you off."   

"That is not going to happen Y/N. You know me. I don't judge people like that. You stuck with me forever."   

After 4h you arrive at the airport and are on the way home.   

The house you grew up in was a big 8-room mansion where only your mother is living. Your father passed away a few years ago.   

The paint from the exterior was peeling, the rooms in the house were clean but were cold as your mother couldn't keep up with heating. You wanted to help her to renovate the house, but she was a stubborn woman who didn't let you do it.   

You were right; your mother loved your boyfriend. Your anxiety faded when you saw Chris's eyes admiring the old building and being interested in the history of your ancestors.   

Late evening, when you cuddled up in bed:   

"Chrissy... do you like it here? I know is not much, but..."   

"I love it Y/N. You shouldn't be ashamed. I can see how your life was difficult, and I am impressed by you and your mum on how you pulled it off."   

Chris was correct; there is nothing to be ashamed of. Each of us has a history, and all events we went through; made us the person we are now.  

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[deceasedshadow]

Bro, you know what I absolutely hate?

When I look up sub!character x dom!reader and all I get is subby, pathetic, whiny, Ms. Stutters a lot. I'm losing my mind-

I LITERALLY DONT EVEN HAVE MOTIVATION TO READ ANYMORE-

*So sorry, snookums. I realized how mean that sounds*

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[buckybarnesandmarvel]

𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡

pairings: steve rogers x reader

warnings: fluff!!!

summary: steve asks you to describe your relationship, but he wasn't prepared for the answer

a/n: this idea came to me yesterday. i wanted to keep this one short and sweet, but, don't worry, the others will be longer!

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"Hey, baby?"

You hummed in acknowledgement as Steve spoke up.

"How would you describe us? Our relationship?"

"Why?"

Steve just shrugged as you thought about it. You've thought about your relationship before, obviously. The first word that came to mind was surreal. Not only were you dating Captain America, but Steve Rogers. The man who helped you move into the apartment next door, after you broke up with your ex, the man who held you had a bad day and now the man who loved you with his whole being.

"Like snow on the beach."

Steve's brows knotted in confusion, prompting you to continue.

"It's weird but fucking beautiful. Like flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful. You wanting me tonight feels impossible. Like this scene feels like what I once saw on a screen."

You saw tears well up in Steve's eyes as he held you closer to him.

“When I’m with you, my smile is like I won a contest, and to hide that would be so dishonest. And it's fine to fake it 'til you make it. And honestly, I think I've made it. Like, what more could I ask for?"

You turned and looked into Steve's eyes, a million emotions in those baby blues. You leaned in, brushing your lips, before parting. Steve brought his hand up, cupping your face. Kisses were pressed on your cheeks, forehead, nose, jaw, neck, shoulders, a small, breathy, "I love you" in between every one.

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hope you enjoyed! I loved writing this!

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[glass-dahlia]

Sierra

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x gn!Reader

Word Count: 17.8k

Warnings: Swearing, cannon typical violence, concussion, use of y/n, mention of eating, (let me know if I missed anything)

Summary: Lloyd Hansen could and would kill anyone for enough money. Well- maybe not anyone. Seems someone sparked his interest back in the day. What a coincidence that they happen to be meeting again.

A/N: I posted this fic already on Wattpad (under a different username, SpideyPeterTingle), I just decided to start writing on Tumblr because why not. Requests are open, I just don’t write desciptive smut

Masterlist

Your breathing refuses to calm as screams pierce through the air. You can practically feel his pain just by hearing it. You shut your eyes tight, not that it does anything in the lightless room you woke up in.

“See, I really don’t know what to say. I mean, you go against your mission? Snoop where you shouldn’t? This is what you can expect, bud,” you hear a smooth, unbothered voice speak up. More exclamations of pain follow. Quite honestly, you’d rather not know what’s happening. Instead, you place your focus on escaping your restraints like you had been taught.

Soon enough, but after what seems like an eternity, the screams have subsided and the silence is blaring in your head. Footsteps approach the room you’re in. You let out a quiet, shaky breath. Pressing yourself against the wall at the side where the door will open, you hear a slight click as the door is unlocked. The second you see the shadowed figure of the creep that brought you here, you throw a punch, only for him to catch your fist and immediately grab your other wrist. His strong grip keeps you from freeing yourself, despite your struggles against him.

“Not so fast, sunshine,” he hums flirtatiously, almost making you gag, “play your cards right, and I might just let you walk out of here. Can’t say the same for your friend there though,” he chuckles darkly.

“Fuck you,” you seethe and knee him directly in the groin, causing him to double over in pain and lose his grip on you.

“Charming offer, but that’s not quite how you do it,” he musters out through the pain.

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“Look, Five, you know Sierras work solo, you have no grounds to ask for a partner,” Fitz sighs as he looks at you.

“I don’t give a shit, just please try, I need to know he’s ok. And honestly, he’d kick ass at this,” you insist, starting to get desperate. You know if anyone has your back, it’s Fitz.

“The things I do for you,” he concedes with a sigh as he turns to his computer to begin his search as he types in the name. 

‘Courtland Gentry’. The older brother you thought you’d never see again. 

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Leaning against the wall, shadows hide your face from his view. The only sounds that fill the room are the jangle of his chains and the snap as you pop the gum in your mouth.

He breaks the silence first, “If this is about Winky’s Cantina, I didn’t have anything to do with it.”

You smile to yourself slightly as Fitz assures him, “It’s not about Winky’s Cantina.”

“I like honey buns as much as the next guy. I’m not gonna gouge your eye out for one. You gonna write that down?” Court nods to a notepad on the table, keeping his eyes on Fitz.

“I’m not gonna write anything down.”

Court looks over at you slightly, trying to see who you are, but getting nowhere thanks to the lighting.

“You want some gum?” Fitz offers him, regaining his attention.

Court leans in, “What kind you got?”

Fitz takes the gum out of his pocket to read the label. “‘Bubblicious Watermelon Wave’. What do you say?”

“There is no other kind,” Court says with a slight shrug, reaching his hand out as much as the cuffs allow. Fitz slides the pack across the table to him. Court starts to unwrap a piece before placing it back on the table with more force than necessary. “If you think I’m gonna rat somebody out for Bubblicious, you got another thing coming to you. Watermelon or not.”

“It is pretty good though,” you offer with a smile evident in your voice. Court looks over at you and smiles, slightly amused.

“‘Courtland Gentry’,” Fitz begins to read his file, “‘Born 1980. Incarcerated 1995. Eligible for parole in 2031,’” he closes the file as Court looks back at him. “You got quite a long way to go, son.”

“There’s an upside to sleeping so close to your toilet,” he shrugs nonchalantly, popping the piece of gum in his mouth.

“I get it. You’re glib. So were they,” Fitz nods back to you. 

You walk over and sit in an extra chair next to him, feeling eyes on you. You look across the table at Court who squints slightly at you, trying to figure out what that means and who you are. In his defense, it has been years and you’ve both grown up.

“Well, I’m just gonna cut to the chase,” Fitz continues, “My name is Donald Fitzroy, and I’m here to commute your sentence.”

“You’re gonna commute my sentence?”

“Yes.”

“Just like that?”

“When I get out of this chair and we walk out of this prison,” he looks at you briefly, “you’ll walk with us.”

“Who are you, my fairy godmother?” Court laughs, not quite believing Fitz. “No offense, I thought you’d look different.”

“I may be. We’ll see.”

“What’s the catch?”

“There’s always a catch,” you add and Court’s eyes shoot back to you, this time with a glint of realization and recognition. You smile slightly.

“You work for us. With Y/n,” Fitz informs him.

“Y/n?” Court’s voice is quiet and you nod in confirmation.

“I missed you, a lot has happened without you.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles in relief at finally seeing you again, “I guess it has. So who- who’s ‘us’?” he looks between you and Fitz.

“The CIA,” you state.

“We’re gonna train you to kill bad guys,” Fitz adds, “and since you’ve already killed one, it shouldn’t be too difficult.”

You notice Court’s light hearted and joking persona drops slightly, “What makes you think I wanna do it again?”

“Because I personally requested you as a partner. You fit the type anyways, Court.”

“You’d be part of an elite unit with Y/n, the Sierra program,” Fitz says, “you would exist in the gray.”

“Disposable?” Court all but scoffs at that idea, worrying you that he won’t agree.

“I’ve worked with Y/n for a few years now. I know why you pulled that trigger,” Court’s eyes go back to you protectively as Fitz speaks, “I would’ve done the same thing myself. Now, I’m here to help you become a value-add instead of value lost. So why don’t you take all the pain or whatever the hell got you here, turn it around, and make it useful?”

Court hesitates for a few moments, looking down slightly to contemplate the decision before looking over at you again, seemingly making his choice, and looking back to Fitz.

“How long do I gotta work for you?” he asks.

“Let’s just say you’d be indefinitely useful.”

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

Bangkok, eighteen years later…

You look around from your seat with Court beside you. All you have to do is wait for the signal that your target has arrived, take him out, and mission accomplished. They didn’t like to tell you much about your missions anyways. It helps keep your morals out of it, you don’t get the luxury of making your own judgements you figured.

You look over at Court and he just gives you a slight shrug and smile, knowing you’re not a big fan of the waiting period. It makes you feel useless and vulnerable. You smile back at him and chuckle lightly. With all the bright colors and lights surrounding you, the bright red suit he adorns provides an oddly fitting source of camouflage. You opted for the blue suit, they didn’t exactly offer any more muted color choices.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts as you see Dani Miranda come into your line of view with a floral suit. Very spiffy.

“Do you need anything?” she asks nonchalantly.

Court shakes his head, tossing a piece of gum in his mouth, “No, we’re good.”

“Nice suits,” Dani states.

“Back at you,” you smirk slightly, “though we just wear what they tell us to.”

“Subtle,” she smiles slightly at you. You two had always gotten along well.

“You’re no fly on the wall yourself,” Court adds as Dani places what appears to be a plastic water gun on the table. She slides it forward to him. “I don’t have a permit,” he jokes.

“It’s not that kind of party,” Dani responds before walking away.

“You look really hot!” you call after her as Court picks up the water gun. You swear you could see her laugh slightly as she disappeared into the crowd.

“Well, if you’re done flirting,” Court trails off as he tosses his napkin onto the table, having finished whatever horderve he grabbed earlier.

“You’re just jealous that I’m the hot sibling,” you tease as you both get up and start walking to where you were told to go.

“Oh, and how has that worked out exactly? You’ve dated how many people?” he prys playfulls, spinning the water gun on his finger as you walk down a dimly lit hall. You both know the answer is zero.

“Shut up,” you mumble as you halt once you reach the door. He glances down the hall briefly as he holds the water gun to a sensor. It beeps as the door unlocks and you follow him inside.

As the door shuts behind you, Court sheds his jacket and removes a sheet from a box containing the scoped rifle. You look above the room, through the mostly opaque glass to see the outlines of footsteps and shadows above you. You can hear the dull murmur of the party guests talking and the vague bass of the music above.

“Five, Six, you copy?” a voice rings through your earpieces. Court doesn’t respond and just gives you an exasperated look at their constant need to babysit the both of you. It gets old fast.

‘Five, Six, you copy?’ you mouth mockingly, rolling your eyes and earning a light chuckle from your brother.

“Five. Six,” the agent repeats, more serious.

“Five and Six, copy,” you reply, watching Court fine tune the rifle. 

“Five, Six, this is Denny Carmichael, your center chief,” a new voice says, “Our target, code name ‘Dining Car’, is selling information that could severely compromise national security. We need him eliminated before that transaction is complete. Am I understood?”

“Understood,” Court replies and you nod slightly.

“‘Could severely compromise national security’,” you whisper to Court before mouthing a silent ‘woooow’. He rolls his eyes slightly, but you catch the smile before he turns away.

“I have eyes on Dining Car. Target imminent,” Denny speaks once more.

Court moves the curtains back slightly to get a glimpse outside as you remain focused on watching the feet and shadows above.

“Dining Car has security,” Denny informs you both, “Stay the plan.”

“When do they not have security?” you mutter mostly to yourself.

Court readies the scope rifle, turning on an infrared camera and walking over to your side.

“He’s coming up on you now. He’s almost to you,” Denny states.

You move forward slightly, Court following you. You point up when you spot your target and Court aims the rifle, readying to fire. You keep an eye on the floors between as Court lines up his shot, hearing chatter through your earpieces from the floors above. You pick up some of your target’s conversation to confirm it’s him.

“Target acquired,” Court mutters slightly, a toothpick between his lips muffling his voice just slightly.

“Execute,” Denny confirms.

A crash above draws your attention and you quickly grab Court’s arm once you hear a voice. He glances at you and moves his finger off the trigger. You point to your earpiece with your free hand, telling him to listen as you both hear a child’s voice speaking in thai. He looks back up but doesn’t shoot as you continue to hold onto his arm.

“Five, Six, why am I not hearing anything?” Denny asks, beginning to get impatient.

“We’re picking up collateral. There’s a kid near the mark,” you respond.

“You’re cleared for collateral,” Denny snips shortly, “Go loud.”

You grip Court’s arm slightly tighter, starting to worry about what will happen. You may have done some things other people would call you a monster for, but you liked to think you had your morals straight. That you were on the right side.

“We have a very small window to take out a very bad dude. Go loud,” Denny pushes.

You let go of Court as you hear the crowd begin to count down. He moves around the room, trying to find an angle that will avoid collateral. Especially a child. When the countdown hits one and cheers erupt, Court looks at you and puts the rifle down.

“Standby,” he says to the agents on the other end of your earpieces. You smile slightly and nod, proud that he too kept his morals in check.

“Do not stand by,” Denny objects.

“Gun jammed,” Court says nonchalantly as he smacks the infrared sensor on the rifle down and walks to put it away, clearly pissed that anyone would approve moving forward despite avoidable collateral.

You follow Court out of the room quickly, pulling the fire alarm on your way. The lights go out as the alarm blares once you reenter the main room. 

“Five, was that you?” Dani asks through the earpiece, knowing your style when something goes wrong. You don’t respond. “Five? Six?”

You walk past a crowd exiting and you seamlessly pull a pin from a woman’s hair. Without even bothering to turn towards him, you jab one of Dining Car’s security personnel in the neck and continue walking as he instantly collapses. Court takes another out with a knife off a nearby plate. You smash a glass bottle over another’s head.

“You know, I learned that one from dad!” you say loud enough for Court to hear. He shakes his head, getting another with the knife.

Screams have erupted all around you. You hear gunshots somewhere behind you and quickly assume it’s Dani. Court takes on two more guys, shooting at them and taking them hand to hand when needed. You shoot a third that Dining Car uses as a human shield. He throws his human shield out the window, shattering the glass, and jumps out after him. You run after him and jump, Court following a moment after.

You smack Dining Car with a metal pipe you landed near. He reciprocates with a punch to your jaw. He attempts to bring out a gun, but you grab his hands in yours to keep the gun pointed away from you. You quickly unclip the magazine, letting it slide to the ground and away from you both. Court, having just landed and gotten to you, places a foot on the magazine so Dining Car can’t grab it back.

Your target smiles slightly, impressed by your skills and preferring to not jump to hand to hand combat. He throws the gun into the distance as Court kicks the magazine farther, glancing at you to check that you're ok. You shift your lower jaw slightly, trying to get rid of the tension from the punch. It was solid, you’d give him that. Sparks fall around you as fireworks go off.

“You know, I know who you two are,” your target says. “You’re Sierra Five,” he nods to you, “and Sierra Six,” he nods to Court. You both remain silent, slightly shocked at this, not that you’d show it. “They didn’t tell you who I am, did they?”

“They never do,” Court admits.

“I’m Sierra Four. They sent you out to kill one of your own. That’s probably not gonna make you walk away, is it?”

You glance at Court slightly as your target, Sierra Four, takes off his suit coat and tosses it aside.

“Probably not,” Court shakes his head.

Sierra Four clenches his fist before suddenly lunging forward at the two of you. He swings for Court first, but Court dodges, hitting Four in the side. Four grabs Court’s arm, elbowing him in the side and tossing him back. You jump in, throwing a punch towards his throat, but he manages to catch your hand. You use his focus on your missed punch to your advantage and knee him right in the crotch, a favorite move of yours. Court gets up, tackling him towards a firework about to go off, holding his head over it as it does. They struggle and Four begins to get the upper hand, so you jump in, tackling him to the side and freeing Court. You tussle as he backs you against some pipes, landing a few punches that you try to dodge but don’t quite manage to. Before he lands a more damaging punch, Court rams him off of you, knocking him off balance and getting the upper hand. He stabs Four with a sharp piece of debris he found, ending the fight.

You walk over to Court’s side and give him a slight nod to let him know you’ll be ok, if a little bruised. Or a lot of bruises. What else is new?

“If you’re Sierra, who recruited you?” Court asks.

“Fitzroy,” Four breathes out, “same as both of you.”

“Where’d you train?” you cut in.

“Dark site. Tel Aviv. Same as you two. I got all the answers ‘cause I’m telling the truth. They’re not.”

Court doesn’t react, instead cleaning the blood from the debris he used to stab Four. You just look down slightly. You hadn’t exactly liked Carmichael all that much. Or at all.

“Denny Carmichael is a piece of shit. That’s why I’m sitting here in my own blood. You two are probably next.”

You look at Court as he chucks the debris as far off as he can, still refusing to respond with any form of reaction to Four’s words. You look back at Four as he reaches to take off his necklace with a shaky hand.

“Take this,” his voice becomes very breathy, you can tell he doesn’t have long. “And bring the bastard down.” He holds out the necklace, hand shaking.

“I don’t want it,” Court insists.

“You trust Carmichael? Just take it. Please.”

“No, I don’t,” you grab the necklace before Court can interject, “There, I took it, happy, everyone?”

“You give ‘em hell,” Four smiles slightly before his ragged breathing stops and an eerie stillness engulfs him.

You take in a deep breath and hold it, looking over at Court, not knowing what to do next. He has the same unsure look in his eyes and glances at the necklace in your hands. You look down at it as well, noticing it seems to have two halves. You hear footsteps and close your hand into a fist around the necklace to hide it.

Dani slowly approaches with her gun at the ready, “Very discreet.”

“I thought this’d be cleaner,” Court retorts slightly.

Dani approaches Four’s body, still with her gun at the ready just in case, to check his vitals. “It wasn’t,” she states simply. She reaches up to her ear piece to inform the agents on the other end of the status of the mission, “We’re Romeo.”

“He said he was Sierra,” you speak up, clutching the necklace tighter in your fist.

“That wasn’t in the mission folder,” Dani glances at you.

“He knew who we were,” you add on.

Dani grabs her phone from her pocket, sending a picture of your target to confirm you’ve succeeded in your mission. “Maybe he had access to stolen intel,” she offers halfheartedly.

Court looks down slightly, “We’re Sierra. There is no intel.”

Dani just looks over at you two and Court promptly turns and begins to walk away. You glance at Dani briefly before following Court.

You follow Court through a crowd of pedestrians as police cars slowly part the crowd, heading towards the building. Fireworks pop in the distance and you feel your heart racing as you try to wrap your head around what just happened. Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted by Court’s phone buzzing in his pocket. He answers and you turn up the volume of your earpiece to hear what he’s hearing.

“Six,” Court answers, continuing to walk.

“Wanna explain whatever that was?” you hear Denny Carmichael’s stern tone.

“Gun jammed,” Court sticks to the excuse he used earlier. He looks over his shoulder and nods to you to let you know the coast is currently clear and you aren’t being followed.

“That doesn’t qualify as an explanation.”

“Maybe on a secure line.”

“I need a status report. Insecure line. Did the target say anything to you or Five?”

“Well, he was dead, so, you know, no.”

You look at the necklace still clutched in your hand and gently pop the top off, revealing some type of drive. You look at Court and show him what you found.

“What about pocket litter? Did you get anything off his body?” Carmichael prys further, getting no response. “Six, did he have anything on his person that you or Five now have that you’d like to give to me?”

“Who was he?” Court asks, avoiding the question as you close the necklace, slipping it into your pocket.

“A bad guy.”

“Carrying?”

“Bad shit.”

Court looks back at you, trying to decide what you can do, what your options are. You shake your head slightly, not wanting to play along in whatever game Carmichael is leading.

“Last chance, Six. Same goes for Five.” “Understood,” Court hangs up the call.

You look across the street and spot a store. Figuring you’re both forced to go on the run now, you head over to get some new clothes with the spare cash you have on you. A blue suit isn’t going to continue to keep you hidden.

“Hey,” you hear Court call to someone near him, “You a 42 regular?”

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

Surrounded by indistinct chatter in a mix of Thai and English as those around you focus on their video games, you sit down at a computer. You slip the drive in the port and open it as Court walks over to stand behind your chair, watching over your shoulder and keeping an eye out for the both of you.

Files pop up on your screen along with pictures of Carmichael. When you click on anything, it asks you to enter an authentication key. With only three attempts available, you decide to not press your luck. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

“Yeah,” you answer, leaning back in the chair. Court leans forward so he can hear enough without you putting the call on speaker.

“Wheels up in five. Carmichael’s been calling,” Dani speaks on the other end.

“We spoke. You should go without us.”

“You sure you wanna do that? Both of you? What happened with the target, Five? Tell me what I don’t know,” she pressed gently. “Well, that’s the problem, isn’t it?” you mutter slightly before hanging up.

Court takes the drive out of the port of the computer and you hand him the necklace. He places the drive safely back inside and puts it in the pocket of his newly acquired track suit. He places his phone on the table next to the computer and you follow suit, ditching yours as well.

“No way in Hell we get it right in three tries. We do know someone who will though,” he starts walking off with you following at his side.

“You got a plan?” you ask.

“Enough of one at least. Any idea where we can get a couple of masks?”

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

You and Court pause in an alleyway, far enough from anyone else to keep a conversation private as he places a call on a burner phone you just got with your remaining cash. He places the call on speaker, only loud enough for you to both hear.

“Max’s Fireplace and Barbecue,” the familiar voice answers.

“You Max?” Court asks.

“There is no Max,” Fitz responds.

“So it's like ‘to the max’?” you ask, smiling slightly.

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you just say that in the first place?” you question.

“Because if something went wrong, I couldn’t blame Max.”

“How you doing, Fitz?” Court jumps back into the conversation.

“It’s good to hear from you two.”

“How’s life in retirement?” Court begins with some small talk.

“I’m headed to a funeral. Putting a friend in the ground. I’m getting to that age, you know? You two working?”

“We were,” you respond.

“Got loud?”

“It got loud. Got real weird too. You know that guy that handed you your walking papers?”

“Yeah, Carmichael.”

“Well, brace yourself, but, uh, he might be sideways,” Court states.

“Might be?” you tease, earning a slight eye roll from Court.

“I’m shocked,” Fitz responds in monotone, ���What’s your gut?”

“My gut? It’s gonna be our funerals you’re going to next,” you state quite bluntly.

“Give me an hour to find a local extraction team. Get mobile. You may have to hustle.”

You look around, spotting an unmanned taxi. You walk over and Court follows, taking the phone off speaker as you hotwire the taxi effortlessly.

“Let me ask you a question,” Court says to Fitz, “Four have a scar on his right chin?”

You move to the passenger seat and look at Court once you’ve gotten the taxi started.

“They just had me stick a fork in him,” Court informs Fitz, getting into the drivers’ seat. “Some foreign op bullshit,” he continues on the phone, “You know they don’t tell us much. He gave us something they really want.”

You lean back against your seat, feeling tired.

“No. Somewhere safe.”

You nod to the phone and Court puts it back on speaker for you to hear.

“Well, I’ll do some checking. I still have friends up the food chain. Where are ya?”

“Bangkok,” you reply tiredly.

“There’s an airfield near Chiang Mai. Get to it. Watch your backs. Take care of each other.”

“Always,” you smile slightly.

“You too,” Court adds, knowing Fitz could be putting himself in danger with this. “Hey, Fitz. I know there wasn’t some palm trees 401k plan for either of us here,” he looks at you, “but, uh, I mean, at least tell me you guys had some kind of exit strategy.” “We never got that far, kid,” Fitz replies, sounding defeated. You sigh lightly and just nod your head slightly. “And now, probably not.”

“Got it.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll be in touch.”

“Beats being on the wrong side of the bars,” Court admits before hanging up the call.

You stifle a yawn as Court begins to drive.

“I’ll wake you if I’m too tired to drive anymore. Get some rest, we’ve got a rough road ahead,” Court states gently, keeping his eyes on the road.

“No shit,” you mutter, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

You’re woken up as you feel the taxi come to a stop. You squint against the bright light of the sun that’s now up. Court gets out of the taxi and you follow his lead as armed men cautiously surround you with guns at the ready. Court stuffs his hands in his pockets and walks forward to one of the men.

“You our ride?” he asks.

“Identity challenge. Heathen,” the man responds.

“Response, hermit,” Court replies without hesitation.

After a glance at the armed man that just checked out your taxi, the man holds his hand out to Court. Court reaches forward for a handshake, but the man pulls back his hand with a laugh as Court looks disappointed in himself for falling for that. You chuckle as he stuffs his hand back in his pocket.

“Need anything?” the man asks, looking at both of you.

“Just a nap,” Court shrugs as he walks towards the plane.

“A massage and cocktail would be nice, but I’m guessing we aren’t flying first class,” you smile as you earn a hearty laugh from the man before following Court onto the plane.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

Court is asleep next to you with his head rested against a metal divider, slightly separating sections of the plane. Your head is rested against his arm and you have your eyes shut, not wanting to fully fall back asleep, but wanting rest. You hear a phone ring, but decide to remain still with your eyes closed.

“Yeah” the man that joked with you earlier answers the phone. You obviously can’t hear the other end of the conversation, so you put all your focus on the man’s responses.

“Mhmm,” a pause, “Come again?” you squeeze Court’s arm slightly to wake him up and you feel him stir slightly. “Roger that.”

An uncomfortable silence falls over the plane apart from the music playing over the speakers which increases in volume. You feel Court move briefly before stilling again as you faintly hear footsteps approaching you. They stop just to the side of you and you open your eyes as you feel Court’s sudden movement. He sprays both men that had approached you with a fire extinguisher before jumping up and hitting one in the gut with the extinguisher. You get up, delivering a swift kick to the same location on the other man. Court spins around, continuing to take men out with the fire extinguisher. You grab a parachute pack, swinging it to smack guys’ heads to knock them out.

Grabbing a flare, Court lights it and uses it to draw some men away from you, taking them on himself. With their lowered visibility from the flare, Court takes them out easily with a few skillful punches.

You kick the gun out of another guy’s hand, leading to you both diving for it and grabbing it at the same time. You use your grip on the gun to angle it away from yourself, but the man fires. It hits a gas tank that quickly catches fire and explodes, creating a gaping hole in the side of the plane.

As air is whipped out of the plane, an announcement can be heard overhead warning of a sudden pressure drop and advising you to put on oxygen masks. You manage to make your way to Court and he grabs your arm, pulling you towards the side of the plane where he’s holding onto a bar with his other arm, using that hand to hold on an oxygen mask. You grip onto the bar next to him, shoving an oxygen mask quickly over your nose and mouth and taking a few deep breaths.

You look over at Court, but suddenly a man tackles you from behind, causing you to lose your grip and begin falling towards the hole. You regain your stance much better than he does as he falls to the hole, gripping the remaining bar at the top of the hole. Finding a broken pipe near your feet, you swing it at his hands, forcing him to lose his grip and let go, being dragged out the hole.

Court slides down to you with your parachute pack from earlier. You both grab onto the bar as you feel yourselves begin to be lifted off the floor as the plane drops. You both grab oxygen masks and you catch your breath again. When the plane manages to pull up to a horizontal position again, Court gets into a scuffle with another man which ends with that man being whisked out of the hole and straight into one of the jets.

The hole suddenly begins to widen as more of the side of the plane is ripped away. You glance at Court and he quickly nods to you. With the slight footing you have left, you jump from the plane, managing to slip the parachute pack on as you fall and opening it just in time. You try to look up at the increasingly more destroyed plane that’s plummeting to the earth to try to spot Court, but your parachute blocks most of your view.

The moment your feet touch the sandy ground beneath you, you unstrap yourself from the parachute. You move under a large and stable rock to avoid being hit with any falling debris as you hold your breath slightly, waiting for Court.

You suddenly see a pair of feet above you and to the left as a parachute gets caught on the large rock. Court hops down from the dead man dangling off the rock like it was nothing.

“I guess you didn’t choose to drop by in style,” you tease as he walks over to where you’re sitting.

“What more style can you ask for?” he sits next to you.

“Ok, seriously though, what the fuck was that?”

“That’s what I want to find out,” he pulls out his phone, quickly hitting redial.

“Hello,” Fitz answers.

“It’s us.” “Where are you?”

“Emotionally? I think we’ve both been better,” Court replies sarcastically.

“The extraction team?”

You glance up at the dead man hanging from his parachute on the rock above you and Court. “They’ve been better too,” Court sighs.

“Are you okay? Either of you hurt?” Fitz sounds slightly concerned as he hasn’t heard from you yet.

Court looks at you, but you stay quiet and let him speak. “You know what, Fitz? I’m trying to figure out what answer it is that you want.”

“They leveraged me, kid. They have my niece. You hear me?”

“Hold on. You’re breaking up,” Court holds the phone at arms length and mutters so only you would hear, “shit.”

You run a hand down your face and huff lightly. You glance at the phone as Fitz repeats ‘hello’ trying to see if he lost your connection. You purse your lips slightly as you begin to get an idea of who would use extreme tactics to find the two of you like this.

“Okay, there you are,” Court brings the phone back in front of the two of you, “Sounds like you’re in a real pickle, Fitz.”

“Put him on,” you suddenly state firmly. Court gives you a confused look, but you hear Fitz’s phone being handed off.

“Hey, sunshine. Good to hear your voice again,” Lloyd’s familiar voice responds on the line.

“Lloyd Hansen. To what do we owe the displeasure?” you sneer, taking the phone from Court’s hand as he gets more confused.

“So feisty,” Lloyd retorts with more than a hint of flirtation in his tone, “I’m the one running this op.”

“What op?”

“The one where I get exactly what I want,” he pauses slightly and you can practically hear the smirk in his tone as he adds, “and maybe a little more, Five.”

You choose to ignore his flirting, not that it isn’t at least mildly entertaining to you, “I’m a little unclear as to what that is.”

“Okay, that’s fair. Well, Five, why don’t you come on in, and we can chat? My assistant will get lunch. You like sushi?”

“No, I’m good. I just had some Skittles,” you reply sarcastically.

“Tell you what. Why don’t we skip lunch, you can give me the asset you and Six stole, I won’t chop your heads off, and uh we can have that chat afterwards?”

“When you say things like ‘chop your heads off’, it makes you sound untrustworthy. That’s a big turn off, Lloyd. So, even if we had this thing, I’m not sure I would give it to you.”

“Oh I think you would. See, your old COS here has drawn way outside the lines, Headquarters needs a scapegoat, and his neck is just about the right size.”

“Fitz is a big boy. He knows what business he’s in.”

Lloyd just hums in response, clearly not happy that you’re making this more difficult for him. “And what about having that chat, hm? I’m told I’m a great conversationalist,” he not so subtly continues the innuendo.

“Hey, Lloyd,” Court cuts in, not wanting to hear more of the flirting.

“Yeah?”

“I immediately don’t like you.” You laugh lightly at Court’s bluntness.

“Well, I’m glad we’re on the same page,” Lloyd responds before Court hangs up the call.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

“Looks like you overplayed your hand,” Fitz chides Lloyd in the van after the call ends.

Lloyd wordlessly turns, opening the door to his left and tossing the phone out of the moving vehicle. He slams the door shut and turns back to Fitz. “Looks like you need a new phone,” he states.

“Let me give you a word of advice, Lloyd,” Fitz leans forward as Lloyd hums for him to continue, “They say that life in its most unadorned expression is a battle of wills. Five and Six? Their wills, each one their own, are preternatural compared to yours. You’re taking them on teamed up.”

Lloyd delivers a swift, sudden kick to Fitz’s face. Fitz grunts in pain, leaning back into his seat.

“Don’t say ‘preternatural’ to me. It’s an asshole word.”

“You’re a child.”

“A child that’s about to put a hit so big on your kiddos' heads that even their most loyal allies won’t hesitate to drop a dime. Every grade-A wet team from here to Reykjavik will be vying to the prestige of killing the infamous Sierra Five and Six. I’ll dig up every safe house they’ve ever stayed in. I’ll unearth every man or woman either of them have ever slept with. They won’t be able to walk ten feet without getting their heads blown off. And that, Don, is exactly what bad ethics and zero impulse control will get you. I can kill anybody.”

“Maybe not anybody.”

“Well, we’ll see.”

“Five has seen. They’re still around, so-” before Fitz can finish, Lloyd clenches his jaw and swiftly kicks him in the face again.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

Court and you sit side by side on the floor of a train compartment to avoid notice. Court eats his share of the food you two scrounged up before getting on the train as you just stare blankly at the door. He glances at you.

“So you know that Lloyd Hansen guy?” he asks.

“Yeah, he’s not someone you want to be up against.”

Court stays silent, waiting for you to explain further.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

It was your early days in the field with the Sierra program. You were new and Sierra Four had recently gone MIA. Headquarters needed some foreign intelligence. Sierra Three was sent to retrieve it as you were told you weren’t ready for such a high profile mission.

You ignored them and followed after Three unnoticed. He was the only other Sierra agent you had contact with as he had helped you in training.

“You’re an idiot to want to sneak onto a mission like this, you know they’d lose their shit if they found out you followed me,” he had said when you followed him to his hotel.

“Then you’d better not let them know I’m here,” you shrugged, earning a slight smile from Three.

“Fine,” he finally conceded after plenty of convincing. You had always thought you’d work best with a partner anyways. Knowing someone would have your back and you doing the same for them.

Neither of you could have known the mission was a set up. Three had stepped out of line one too many times in the eyes of the CIA, and he needed to be disposed of. Before you could even begin what Three had been told the mission was, you were both knocked out by mercenaries Lloyd had hired.

You woke up in a lightless room alone, ankles and wrists bound securely.

“Morning, Sunshine,” Lloyd chimed as he walked in the room, “I have to admit, I wasn’t told Three here had a sidekick. Though I can see why he’d keep you around, you are pretty tough, they said you put up a good fight before they knocked you out. Not to mention attractive,” he smirked at the last part, slowly scanning you up and down.

You did your best not to react, though you felt your face involuntarily heat up. You watched Lloyd as he stopped in front of you. You began to look away, but he quickly grabbed your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look up at him. Not a bad sight, you’d have to admit to yourself.

“So what’s your deal?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not his sidekick, that’s the deal.”

“Then you’d better start talking, Sunshine, because your clock is ticking.”

You huffed lightly, trying to pull against your restraints, but realizing you wouldn’t get anywhere with him in the room. “I wasn’t supposed to be on the mission. No one else knows I came. They call me Sierra Five.”

“Well, Five, how sure are you that no one knows you’re here?” he pried, letting go of your jaw and starting to pace as you swore you saw him soften just slightly.

“Absolutely certain,” you watch him, feeling an odd sense of disappointment at the sudden lack of contact.

He shook his head slightly and let out a sigh before looking back at you. You could practically hear your heart racing as you both held eye contact. You were broken out of your trace when he cursed under his breath and abruptly left the room, locking the door behind him.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

“He killed Three?” Court asks. You just nod, still feeling like you can hear his screams echoing in the space around you. “But why leave you? If he wanted to kill you, he had the perfect opportunity. I mean, if he’s this ruthless mercenary for hire, why would it make a difference to him?”

“No clue,” you yawn, leaning into Court’s side.

“I guess he just likes you.” “I wasn’t his target, though I guess if he really wanted to keep me from escaping, he would have. But he didn’t.”

“Exactly.”

You just shrug it off slightly as you drift off to sleep, not wanting to admit you might have feelings for the man paid to kill you.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

Two years earlier

Court and you sat side by side in a CIA station in London. Across from you was Fitz and Margaret, a woman from the CIA that worked closely with Fitz.

“Fitz, tell them why they’re here,” the woman instructed, gesturing to the both of you with a cigarette between two fingers.

With a slight sigh, he began, “Okay. I have a niece that I’m raising. I know what line of work I’m in. I want the kid to have a normal life, and Margaret’s helped me give her one,” he nodded to the woman across from you.

“Any number of nefarious assholes would like to see him and his family dead.”

“Is there a point to this story?” Court glanced between Margaret and Fitz.

“Someone in the DC office has accidentally leaked Fitz’s address in Hong Kong.”“‘Accidentally’?” you repeated skeptically.

“Bunch of idiots,” Fitz shook his head.

“Indeed,” Margaret agreed, “We’ve asked for agency security, but for some curious reason, Denny Carmichael won’t supply it.”

You rolled your eyes at the name. The whole situation didn’t sit right for obvious reasons.

“Fitz is starting a mission in Brazil tomorrow,” Margaret continued, “which means you two are going to babysit.”

“Your niece?” you looked at Fitz.

He nodded and began to explain, “My brother and his wife died about three years ago, and to top it off, Claire was born with a heart condition. Last month we put in a pacemaker, and since then, she’s been in and out of Mount St. Mary’s.”

“Poor thing got dealt a brutal hand,” Margaret added.

Court looked between Fitz and Margaret, still a bit confused, “You guys taught us how to kill people, not care for them.”

“You don’t have to care. Just keep her alive.”

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

Claire’s nanny showed you and Court through Fitz’s house in Hong Kong and brought you both to Claire’s room.

“Claire, dear,” she spoke, “this is Five and Six. They’ll be looking after the house while Donald is away.”

Court hardly paid attention to the introduction, scanning around to have an idea of the layout of the house and possible weak spots. You did the same, noticing that Claire wasn’t looking anyways.

“Just the two exits?” you looked at the nanny.

“Yes. That’s right.”

You walked over to look out the window next to Claire’s bed as she was looking through her Polaroid camera. “Five and Six are odd names,” she spoke up without looking directly at either of you.

“Yeah,” Court sighed with a nod, “yeah. Just, uh, 007 was taken, so.”

You chuckled and Claire looked over at Court, “Are you chewing gum?”

Court looked slightly taken aback and just looked at her for a moment before replying, “Yep.”

“We don’t chew gum in this house.”

Court didn’t really know how to respond and looked at you for help, so you stepped in and smiled slightly at Claire, “He wasn’t briefed. I’ll keep him in line.”

“I’m older than you,” Court tried to argue, but went quiet at the shutter of Claire’s camera as she took a picture of the two of you.

Claire smiled as the picture printed from the camera.

“Um, ok,” Court trailed off, not sure what to do or say, “Well, we will try to stay out of your way.”

“Do you mind?” you looked at Claire and gestured to the Polaroid picture, asking to take it, “May I?”

She shrugged slightly, “Sure.”

You took the picture, placing it in the back pocket of your pants, “Thanks. Nice to meet you.”

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

“You have a nice house,” you said, sitting on a poolside chair near Claire to keep an eye on her while Court patrolled around the house.

“Thanks,” she shrugged slightly and looked over at you, away from her phone.

You nodded as the awkward silence fell over you, neither of you sure how to continue the conversation.

“There’s not a lot of stability in the line of work Six and I are in. Never in one place too long, definitely never settling anywhere,” you said, looking over at the pool water dancing gently in the wind.

“Do you get to visit your family? Or friends? Between your missions?” she sat up more, interested in hearing more about your job.

“Don’t have any. Just Six at this point,” you trailed off slightly.

“I don’t really have other friends either,” she admitted, “too risky to be going out on my own. For multiple reasons.”

You nodded understandingly as you heard footsteps approaching. You didn’t bother looking away from the water, knowing Court’s gait. Claire went back to her game on her phone.

Court rounded the corner, stopping when he saw you and Claire. She looked up from her phone and you glanced over, earning an awkward, quick wave from Court.

“Excuse me,” he turned and started to walk off, not wanting to invade your space.

“Looking for your jacket?” Claire called after him. He turned back to the both of you and she continued, “Looks like I sat on it,” she raised her leg to show it under her and chuckled lightly.

You smiled slightly as Court walked over, “Is that a secure phone?” he asked and pointed to the phone in her hands.

“Just got the high score,” she showed him the screen briefly, “I had a lot of time to practice after the operation. They made me stay in bed.”

Court didn’t give much of a response, years of training to kill after being in prison most of your early life really didn’t help your social skills.

“‘How long they make you stay in bed for?’” she asked aloud for him, “Quite a long time. Several weeks, actually. ‘Oh, hope you’re okay.’ Better now, Six. Thanks for asking. How’s your time been here? Enjoying the grounds? ‘Oh, they’re lovely. I like to walk in circles and stare at my shoes.’”

“Can I get that jacket?”

Claire sighed at her inability to break through with him and handed over the jacket. “You know, Five is more fun to talk to.”

“I know,” he took the jacket from her.

“Like your tattoo,” she complimented, noticing it as he reached for the jacket because his sleeves were slightly rolled up. “Where’d you get it? Prison?”

“Yeah, actually,” he sighed as he slipped the jacket back on.

“I’m shocked,” she mused sarcastically. He shrugged slightly, beginning to walk away. “What’s it mean, the writing?”

“Oh it’s, you know” he turned back around, “it’s a guy’s name in Greek.”

“What guy?”

“Just a guy. You know, trying to get a rock up a hill.”

“Why?”

“They made him.”

“Who made him?”

“The gods.”

“Did they need a rock?”

“They were just trying to punish him, I think.”

“Did he deserve it?”

“Probably.”

“Did he like it?”

“Probably not.”

“So why’d he do it?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” Court smiled slightly at her.

“You’re quite the conversationalist,” she replied with her signature sarcasm.

“I’m gonna get back to work,” Court turned to leave once more, but again was stopped by a ‘hey’ from Claire and turned back to her.

“Does he ever get to the top of the hill?”

Court let out a humorless chuckle, “I’ll let you know.”

Before Court could walk off again, you grabbed his arm, “He will make it because he isn’t in it alone.”

Court smiled slightly, “You know, I think you’re right.”

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

You shined the hazy beam of your flashlight down the hall that was in front of you as you walked. You peaked into each room on either side of you to scan for any threats. You got to the front door to see the nanny getting in her car to go out. From your location, the house was almost silent apart from the air conditioning running.

“Five!” a sudden shout from Court broke the silence as you heard his running footsteps, sounding heavier than usual. As you turned to see what was wrong, you saw him turn the corner and run towards you and the front door with a barely breathing Claire in arm. Without hesitation, you ran out the front door ahead of them, quickly getting in the driver’s seat of the nearest car.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

“She’s stabilized. Tell Donald there was a programming glitch. We were able to repair it, non-invasive,” the doctor informed Claire’s nanny, “The remote system flagged it ten minutes before they pulled up. We can keep track of her pacemaker from just about anywhere.”

“Thank you, I’ll let him know,” the nanny left the room quickly to call Fitz.

Court stood against the door frame as you sat in a chair nearby. Both of you kept an eye on Claire as the machines around her produced a steady beeping. She looked over, exhausted, and gave a sign of the horns gesture and a nod to reassure you both that she’d be okay.

You smiled slightly while Court gave her a nod back.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

Back at the house, Court monitored the security cameras around the property on a secure laptop. Claire sat with the both of you at a dining table, eating a bowl of ice cream.

“You feeling better?” Court asked without taking his eyes off the computer screen.

Claire gave a small shrug. “Just another Thursday,” she said with a sigh, “Donald says this is the best medicine, ice cream. Tend to agree.”

“He’s a very smart man,” you nod in agreement.

“Only family I got.”

“Closest thing to family we’ve got too, apart from each other.”

“Maybe that kind of makes us family.”

You and Claire both noticed the slight smile spread across Court’s face, but you could tell something was wrong when his eyes snapped back to the camera footage and the smile fell.

“I think it kind of does,” you mused, “but I think you should get to bed.”

Claire’s nanny walked over, “All right, little one. You heard the number. Let’s go.”

“Night, robot,” Claire teased Court as she waved a goodnight to you as well. You waved back, getting up as they left.

“Goodnight, Claire,” he replied in a slightly robotic voice to amuse her.

You walked behind Court’s chair to see all the cameras were offline suddenly. Claire put one of her records on and ‘Silver Bird’ by Mark Lindsay started to play. You looked out the window to your left as you heard the hinge to a gate squeak and a dog begin to bark.

Court and you split up to catch the intruder without raising any alarm. You heard the song throughout the house and indistinct chatter from Claire and her nanny.

After walking a quick circle of some empty areas and finding nothing, you spotted the beam of Court’s flashlight as you heard a gun click. You lost the light of Court’s flashlight, and clicking yours off as well, you jogged down a hallway to come around from the other side of the intruder.

You rounded the corner quickly as Court was already in a tussle with the intruder, gun laying on the floor a few feet away. You jumped on the intruder’s back from behind, throwing him off balance, and causing him to stumble into a wall. You quickly let go, landing steadily on your feet and trapping him between you and the wall. With a hefty punch to the right location of his head, he dropped to the floor, unconscious.

Claire peeked out of her room and looked at the both of you, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, broke a bowl,” Court held up a shard of a broken glass bowl. You stepped to the side slightly to try to block the intruder’s feet from her view.

“You sure you’re alright?” she glanced at the feet behind you and looked at both of you.

“Yeah,” you sighed with a shrug, “just another Thursday.”

Claire glanced back down at the intruder’s feet, clearly startled at what she could guess had just happened.

“You should go to bed,” Court suggested gently but firmly, “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

Present Day

After leaving the train station and finding your bag with various supplies, you and Court were headed to a dry cleaners listed in a notebook in the bag.

Court knocks on the door and you both stand to the side when you get to the address. Court counts through some of the cash in his hands. You hear movement inside the door and the man inside speaks in German.

“We got dry cleaning,” Court states without looking at the door. You hear the man reply with ‘nein’ and he begins to say something else, but Court cuts him off, “We want the works. Starched, cleaned, pressed, and we want it same-day service. Can you do it or what?”

The man finally responds in English, “That’s a very expensive laundry list.”

Court slams a wad of cash through the open peep hole in the door. He holds up another wad of cash in front of it.

“You seem like a man who wants his shirts done right.”

After all the locks are unlatched from inside, the man opens the door for the two of you and moves his sweater aside to show a gun in his waistband as a warning.

You roll your eyes impatiently, “We’re in a hurry.”

With that, the man leads you down a flight of stairs slowly, grasping the railing for support.

“We’re also gonna have to get into a secure system,” Court adds as you look around as you slowly descend the stairs.

“Sure,” the man chuckles, “You really are the, uh, full buffet, aren’t you?”

The man stops at the bottom of the stairs and looks at you two. Court shrugs and shakes his head slightly, not knowing how to respond to that.

“I do passports over there,” the man points to the far side of the room, “And, uh, well, let’s do your- let’s do this thing first. You can sit. You can sit here.”

You walk past where the man gestured. “Where are you going? It’s… What’s… What’s the secure system?” you glance around a corner to look for something, anything to confirm why a knot is growing in the pit of your stomach, but find nothing. Court looks at you and you shake your head and keep looking around.

“Cormeum Electronics,” Court states as the man repeats it to himself and begins typing.

“It’s medical supplies,” the man states before pointing over at you, “Don’t- Don’t touch that door.”

“Yeah, we’re looking for a pacemaker,” Court informs him.

“I can get you a serial number.”

“That’s all we need.”

“Name?”

“Fitzroy. Claire Fitzroy.”

“This will be a minute.”

“I’m getting that.”

“I think you should go get yourselves cleaned up before we take your pictures,” the man gestures to a small area with a sink and curtains surrounding it, “Unless bloody and beaten is the look you’re going for.”

Court looks unamused at the man’s attempt at a joke. You grab the bag of supplies and walk over, closing the curtain behind you and seeing Court’s shadow just outside to stand guard just in case. You don’t tend to feel so uneasy at nothing, so you’d have to prepare for the worst.

You slip your shirt off and wash off the dried blood from yourself with a wet towel, ignoring various old scars and a burn for your father’s cigarette lighter and quickly changing into a set of fresh clothes from the bag. You sigh lightly and look at yourself in the mirror as an anxious lump forms in your throat. You do your best to shake the feeling and open the curtain, letting Court head in and you hear it close behind him.

You walk over to where the man is setting up his camera and look around for threats.

“A little to your left, please,” he looks through the view in his camera as you hear water running behind the curtain. You oblige and feel your heart racing, blood pounding in your ears.

“Wait-”

Before you can get another word out, you feel the floor drop beneath you and you roll to your side as you hit a cement floor of some kind of pit to avoid injury. You look up just in time to see the man quickly moving a rug over the glass trap doors you fell through. In a dazed state, you suck a big gulp of air back into your lungs and lazily glance around, seeing no route of escape. You hear muffled talking above you and you curse under your breath. Any attempts you make to call out to Court go unheard.

Resigning to your inability to escape, you just press yourself against the wall and sit, hoping to avoid being squashed by a falling Court. A moment later, the doors open and Court lands on the ground next to you with a thud. He coughs, sucking air back into his lungs as you had.

He stays on his back and looks up at you sitting next to him with your head rested against the wall.

“All right. Trapdoor. Unexpected,” Court clears his throat.

Above you, the man shows you both a wanted poster of the two of you through the once again closed glass trap doors. “Someone is very upset with you two."

Court groans in pain slightly as he starts to get up, “Well, now I’m upset with them.”

“A ten and seven zeros’ worth for the both of you.”

Court grabs his gun and shoots at the man, ducking when the bullets ricochet, but luckily don’t hit either of you.

The man shakes his head, tutting at Court. He grabs his camera and looks down at you both, “Hey. Smile,” he taunts as he takes a picture.

Once the man walks away, Court offers you a hand and helps pull you up.

“You okay?”

“Probably got a concussion from that landing, but otherwise, yeah. I should’ve trusted my gut, I knew something was off with that guy.”

“It was the mustache, right?” Court jokes lightly, causing you to chuckle. “What’s the plan now?”

You sit and dig through your supplies bag that Court had on when he fell and you quickly get an idea, “Boom.”

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

“What do you know about the Sierra program?” Denny Carmichael asks Dani back at CIA headquarters.

“Reckless mysteries you guys send in when you can’t officially send anyone else,” she replies.

“The grey men. Your predecessor’s idea. He founded a program to recruit hardened criminals, commuting their sentences in exchange for a lifelong commitment to the agency. Assets were chosen for their skill set, lack of family, and plausible deniability. Identities permanently destroyed. Nameless assassins with limited morality. I mean, what could possibly go wrong, right? Every single Sierra flamed out. All dead or back in prison. Five and Six are the last of the dirty half dozen, and they are 100% conforming to pattern. They hurt people because that’s who they are. Both of them. Your predecessor thought it would be a good idea to take both of them on, let them work together, two heads are better than one deal. They’re siblings, they’ll stick together no matter what it costs anyone else. That’s who you’re protecting.”

“Remove yourself from my personal space. Please,” Dani fixes him in a passive aggressive stare.

Turning back on the voice recorder he had previously paused, Denny takes a seat facing Dani, “Officer, I have reason to believe you’re not being truthful in this debrief. And as such, I must recommend you be suspended from field duty.”

“I want to talk to my COS.”

“I already did, she’s lost confidence in you,” he clicks off the recorder, “Am I jarring your memory yet?”

A buzzing sounds from Carmichael’s pocket. He pulls out his phone, finding a text from an unknown number with the picture of Court and you trapped below the trap door, noting your location, all reflecting in his glasses in the darkened room.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

Treading water, you place your makeshift bomb near the trapdoor. Court had managed to burst a water pipe while you assembled the explosive from miscellaneous things you had in the supplies bag. The pit had filled with water and was nearly at the top. You nod to Court and both dive to the bottom of the pit, you with a string in hand that will trigger the bomb. You spot lights being shone through the trap doors. Fucking hell Lloyd’s men got here fast. You tug the string, triggering an explosion that sends the men and the trap doors flying off. Water sloshes across the floor as you and Court hoist yourselves out of the pit. You offer him your hand and help pull him up after getting up quicker. Smoke swirls through the air, limiting your vision as you run forward. Court and you each take on a few armed men, you using their weapons against them and Court using a broken pair of scissors from your supply bag.

A leg reaches out and trips you suddenly leading to a harsher landing than you were prepared for. You feel your head throbbing with a dull pain as your sense of hearing is overtaken by ringing in your ears. With a sigh, you just relax and let your head lay against the floor, shutting your eyes tightly as the room spins around you. Definitely a concussion.

You hear Court getting into a scuffle next to you and hear some kind of spray, likely pepper spray, you’d guess, and the scuffle comes to a halt.

“Come on, man,” Court groans in annoyance.

“Hey, sunshine,” Lloyd’s far too peppy voice chimes.

“Fuck,” you huff, trying to get up, but quickly failing as the spinning room knocks you back down.

“You must be Lloyd.”

“What gave it away?”

“The white pants, the trash ‘stache. It just… it leans Lloyd,” he sighs.

You smile slightly and Lloyd chuckles before getting serious again almost immediately.

“Where’s the drive?”

“I got it here somewhere. It’s just hard to see,” you hear some movement and know Court is about to pull some trick and you’d best run for it. You slowly get up, taking a wide stance to keep your balance, but swaying slightly nonetheless. Your eyes dart between Lloyd and Court as you see Court fiddle with a grenade. No, two grenades. No, two Courts? Or just seeing double from a concussion steadily setting it. “Is that it?” Court holds the ring of the grenade up to Lloyd as he drops the grenade beside them.

Lloyd looks down quickly, “Ballsy.”

They quickly split, Court running one way and Lloyd running the other way and directly at you. Before you can process the situation, Lloyd’s arm collides with your waist and wraps around you as he tackles you out a window, the grenade exploding behind you. 

“Alright, we gonna do this the easy way or the hard way?” Lloyd quickly gets up as you sit up, still on the ground.

“Fuck you,” you mutter and glare at him.

“Is that a promise?” he teases flirtatiously as he grabs your arm and pulls you up. He keeps a strong hold on your arm, making you walk with him as he practically holds you up himself. He leaves you next to a car with a group of men who quickly get you in the car, standing guard so you can’t run off.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

An armed guard forcefully holds your arm as you’re led into some fancy ass mansion in who cares. Lloyd stays at your other side, walking with an odd limp. You don’t know what happened to him and hardly remember any of the car ride as you kept losing consciousness. Fitz is led in and upstairs by two other guards.

“Is that Donald Fitzroy?” Suzanne whispers aggressively, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Suzanne!” Lloyd speaks with a passive aggressive enthusiasm, “Long time. If I’m honest, I liked your old haircut. The one where you didn’t look like a bitch.”

“We did not give you permission to kidnap former CIA personnel and their family members. You’ve been hired by the agency to recover-”

“To do your job,” he cuts her off, “because you couldn’t. Could someone get me a Vicodin, please?” he calls out over his shoulder before looking back at Suzanne, “Besides. It’s working, isn’t it?” he gestures to you, “Get them a Vicodin too, actually.”

“But where is Six?” Suzanne demands.

“Where I want him,” he retorts, pouring a cup of coffee.

“In the wind?”

“On the run, scared shitless.”

“Evading you,” you mumble.

“This is ten years of my work on the line here, Lloyd-”

He cuts her off by forcefully sweeping nearly everything off the coffee table in front of him. You cringe at the loud noise.

“I am your only prayer of getting that drive back,” Lloyd snaps, “because I can do everything the agency can’t. You know all those rules you guys are always trying to work your way around? They don't mean dick to me. So unless you want our names spilled across every news alert on every phone in every pocket on earth, shut up and go sit in the corner.”

Suzanne just clenches her jaw unhappily and doesn’t respond.

“Oh,” Lloyd grabs a bottle of pills and rattles it calmly, “How about that? Forget about the Vicodin.”

Lloyd grabs his coffee and holds the bottle of pills out to you to grab. You just stare at it in confusion and he sighs, placing it in your hand until you grab it.

“I’ll take them from here, thanks,” the guard lets go of you and Lloyd takes your arm instead, walking you out of the room.

“Why are you walking like that?”

“‘Cause I got shot in the ass, Suzanne!” he yells, causing you to shrink at the loud noise, he glances at you slightly as you walk, “Sorry.”

Lloyd brings you upstairs to a large room. The curtains are wide open, letting in all the light possible. He leads you to a chair and sits you down, turning back to close the door behind you both. You raise an arm and cover your eyes to block out the bright light.

“Concussion?” Lloyd guesses as he walks over to the windows, drawing the curtains closed to block out most of the light.

“Because you’re so concerned,” you drop your arm as the room darkens, wishing he saw your eye roll.

“So what if I am? Do I have to be a heartless monster all the time?”

You look around the room half heartedly and look at the messy bed. “Can’t even make a bed for your hostages?”

“This isn’t a hostage room,” he hums, walking back over to you and gently pulling you up from the seat and taking the pill bottle from your hands.

“What then? Death row?”

“My room,” he sits you down on the bed, giving you some of the pills and a glass of water as he takes a few pills himself, chasing them with coffee.

You just watch him silently for a moment before taking the pills yourself, desperate for relief from your throbbing migraine.

“Need anything? Food? Change of clothes?” Lloyd offers, sitting next to you on the bed.

“Why?”

He sighs, looking over to the door that has remained closed. “‘Cause maybe I do care, just sometimes, would that be so bad?”

“What other times do you care?” you look at him in a mix of skeptical and dazed.

He hums in thought and looks back at you with a playful smirk, “When we met and I let you ‘escape’, other than that, can’t say any come to mind.”

You feel heat rising to take over your face as you realize how close you both are. In his bedroom, alone. You let your eyes trail down his facial features from his eyes, ending at his lips.

He chuckles lightly, “Something you wanna say, Five?”

You hum and nod slightly, looking back up to his eyes, “It really is a trash ‘stache, Lloyd.”

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disbelief, but you catch a smile spread across those lips you had a stare down with moments ago.

“Such a smooth talker,” he compliments sarcastically as you try to hide a smile, “So, Five-”

“Y/n.”

“Hm?”

“Y/n Gentry is my name. Well, it was. To anyone besides my brother, I’m just Five. Really gotta strip you of everything in my program, even your name.”

“Y/n,” he smirks slightly as the name rolls off his tongue, “want to tell me how someone like you ended up in a shitty ass program like the Sierra program?”

“Lack of hope, it was that or spend a hell of a lot more time in prison.”

“What wound you up there?”

“It’s a long story,” you lay back on the bed and Lloyd watches.

“We got all the time you want, sunshine.”

“My father was an abusive piece of shit, one day was exceptionally bad, and Court knew it was my life or our father’s so he uh, he killed the piece of shit to save me and went to prison for it. No one seemed to care if it was self defense, they thought it was still just a murder. Our mother passed soon afterwards and I was on my own. Floating around the foster care system doesn’t really do you wonders, I can tell you that. It does, however, introduce you to plenty of assholes when you live in the shit end of town. Traffickers, abusers, kidnappers, all those fun sorts. I eventually just figured I didn’t have much of a life to live at that point, so I wanted to do something I could be proud of myself for. I started going after them. I took out a good handful of them too, before they got me.”

“So you really have been righteous your whole life?” Lloyd smiles slightly and lays back next to you, both of you just looking at the ceiling. Your eyes travel over the ornate crystalline light fixture that remains off.

“I guess so, why haven’t you?”

“Because I have no moral compass.”

“Don’t give me that shit, you would’ve killed me a long time ago if that were true, Lloyd.”

“Yeah,” he sighs and glances over you without your notice, “I guess because it’s not what I get paid to do. And I do what I have to to finish my jobs.”

You kick your feet slightly as they hang off the side of the bed still, “Then you’re working for the wrong people. You’re a skilled man, maybe one day, if we’re lucky, you’ll be a good one.”

He smiles slightly, not taking his eyes off you as they graze along the profile of your face as you focus on the ceiling, “Maybe. Get some rest, best thing you can do for that concussion.”

You hum lightly and feel the mattress decompress as he gets up and limps slightly out of the room. You shift your position, pulling your legs onto the bed and resting your head in the pillows that surround you with the scent of whiskey, gunpowder, and musk.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

The embellished chair squeals against the floor as Lloyd drags it from the table, nodding for you to sit. You reluctantly oblige, knowing you have no chance at running now.

“Where are we? What do we got?” he asks as he places his hands on the back of your chair, leaning forward to see the various screens in the front of the room.

“Wet teams en route,” someone replies from in front of you.

“Everybody be advised, he has help,” Lloyd glances down at you slightly, “Well, more help.”

“We sure?” Suzanne questions, looking back at the two of you, but you remain silent, refusing to give anything away.

“Well, I didn’t tranq myself in the ass and neither did they, so yes.”

“Got something,” someone else on tech speaks up, “CCTV in Bangkok. Night of the op.” 

He walks over, holding the laptop in front of you and Lloyd. Footage of you and Court in masks rolls as you deposit an envelope with the necklace and drive you found in a mailbox.

“They ditched the asset,” Suzanne realizes aloud to which you just sarcastically hum in mock intrigue.

“Where’s the package now?” Lloyd asks the tech, knowing he’ll get nothing out of you anyways.

“Well, it’s already in the system. Resolution’s too shitty to read the address. Clerk said it was to a PO box in Prague? He doesn’t keep any records, so that’s the best we got.”

“That’ll do, pig. That’ll do,” Lloyd smiles. 

Suzanne looks at him, “You have Five right here, isn’t your thing to get information out of people with your ‘methods’?”

Lloyd shoots her a glare that you don’t notice while you roll your eyes, just looking straight ahead. “They won’t talk, not worth the time,” he states bluntly, “Better try elsewhere.”

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

“Goldilocks, would you be a lamb and excuse us?” Lloyd walks over to Claire as you walk into the room.

“Go to hell.”

He grabs her shirt with two hands, pulling her up and tossing her aside.

“Hey! Woah! Stop!” she protests.

“Don’t touch her!” you yell, protectively wrapping your arms around her and bringing her close to steady  her.

“She has a pacemaker, jackass!” Fitz argues at the same time, trying to lunge at Lloyd, but being held back by his men.

Two more men begin to approach you and Claire, ready to drag her out of the room, but you move her behind you, glaring at them and ready to fight them off despite your concussed state.

“Well then, she definitely shouldn’t stick around for this next part. If you keep her out of the way, they won’t have to touch her,” Lloyd addresses you.

With an indignant huff, you take Claire’s hand and lead her out of the room without a glance in Lloyd’s direction. The door shuts behind you and you bring Claire to a room down the hall, knowing neither of you wants to hear what’s about to happen.

Claire takes a few deep breaths to calm down as you sit side by side on a clearly overpriced couch. You just look down at your feet on the floor.

“What’s he going to do?” she asks quietly.

“I don’t know, but I don’t think we want to.”

“Is he going to kill him?” her voice is barely above a whisper out of pure fear.

“No, Lloyd wouldn’t kill him, not now. He wouldn’t get anything out of that and would be losing a potential source of information.” Claire nods slightly and leans into your side for comfort. You hesitate slightly, but wrap your arm around her shoulders and rub her arm gently. “It’ll be okay.”

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

“Do not underestimate this target,” Lloyd announces to the wet teams that are after Court as you watch the various computer screens from your chair, “Hit this meatball like a freight train. And turn on cams. I want this pay-per-view.”

You don’t know what went down in the room between Fitz and Lloyd, but you figure Lloyd must’ve threatened Claire and/or you to get Fitz to talk. You know Court is in Prague with Margaret to find out what she found on the drive, though you’re unsure who his ‘help’ is that Lloyd mentioned. Regardless, Court and Margaret are smart. They’ll get out of the corner they’ve been unknowingly trapped in.

You look at each of the cameras displayed on the televisions in the room, watching as the wet teams begin to swarm the area. Lloyd paces behind you, watching the screens as well. You hardly flinch as bullets rain down on the building, mostly annoyed by the loud volume of it that fills the room. Smoke begins billowing out windows after an explosion. The cameras don’t show much as the smoke filled building is swarmed.

“In here,” you hear Margaret’s voice call out in the video feed.

“Where is he?”

“Where is who?”

“Do not play with me.”

“What the hell is she doing?” Lloyd leans forward, bracing his arms on the table in front of him. You can’t help but watch the muscles in his arms tense as he does so.

“Outplaying you,” you point out.

“Oh, doll, whatever they are paying you,” Margaret calmly holds a cigarette in her hand with a lighter in the other, “it is not enough.”

You bite the edge of  your lip until you taste iron, knowing what’s about to happen.

“Oh shi-” the cams on screen go offline, leaving only maps.

“Jesus,” Suzanne mutters with a shake of her head.

You can see Lloyd’s back tense through his tight fit shirt, though his voice remains steady and unbothered, “Well, that was unexpected.”

“Did we just kill Margaret Cahill?”

“Makes you question if you’re on the right side, huh, Suzanne?” you look over at her, “Because he’s doing exactly what your boss is paying him to do.”

She looks over at you, uncertainty strewn across her features, before turning back to the televisions to mask it.

“We have Alpha and Bravo teams circling,” the tech from earlier announces, “Delta’s en route. Cameras aren’t live yet.”

“Send everyone,” Lloyd instructs as he walks back to your chair, “Get ‘em in there, every team. Light it up.”

“Cops have him near the square at the opera. They’ve called in a SWAT team,” someone informs Lloyd as he stands behind you, observing all the screens ahead of him.

“Alpha team arriving now,” the tech verbalized.

“This clown’s a sitting duck,” he shrugs, pouring two glasses of whiskey and placing one on the table next to you. You ignore it. “You have my permission to shoot anyone standing in his way.”

“Confirmation on target,” a mercenary speaks through his earpiece.

“Make him dead,” Lloyd confirms, bringing the whiskey glass to his lips.

You just stare ahead at the maps and various screens, refusing to show any sort of reaction. You see chaos erupt in the city square where Court is handcuffed to a concrete bench. Bullets fire from every direction, forcing the pedestrians to make a frantic attempt at escape.

“We’re going to prison for this,” Suzanne mutters.

“Keep any more cops out of that square.”

“We’re killing cops now? Margaret Cahill wasn’t enough?”

“SWAT team approaching from the bridge. Multiple vehicles. Six is in the southwest corner.”

“Get Bravo team in there. We need more guns.”

You clench your jaw and quickly down your glass of whiskey, ready for the worst.

“Bravo engaging now.” The screen displays the rosters of Alpha and Bravo, some individuals crossed off, likely dead by now. “Bravo, SWAT on your flank. Watch the fire from that heavy gun.”

“Would someone mind shooting the man handcuffed to the bench?” Lloyd raises his voice in annoyance at the apparent simplicity of the task that is still incomplete.

“We can’t get to him. There’s too many cops.”

“My God, how hard is it to shoot somebody?” Lloyd sighs.

“Not hard at all when you work with the right people,” you raise an eyebrow and shoot him a condescending look. He chuckles darkly, shaking his head.

“Take out that assault vehicle,” he turns his attention back to his job at hand.

“This is insane,” Suzanne moans, looking almost as if she’s about to be sick, “Lloyd, please, pull everyone out now.”

He doesn’t respond, deep in his own thoughts.

“Lloyd!” she raises her voice.

“Extra ten million to the first guy to put a bullet in this Ken Doll’s brain,” he doesn’t even spare her a glance as she lets out a panicked gasp.

The camera footage from a vehicle suddenly goes offline. “What happened?” Lloyd demands.

“The relay antenna must have snapped off,” the tech replies as Lloyd walks over and threateningly leans over him with a hand on the back of his chair.

“Well, get it back on before I beat you to death with that keyboard,” he lowers his voice menacingly but in that undeniably hot way. After letting the threat hang in the air for a moment, Lloyd straightens back up, looking at the screens, “Anybody got eyes on him?”

“Negative, negative. We lost him.”

Lloyd sighs, but before he makes any remark, you hear shots, “He’s on the tram!”

More individuals on both Alpha and Bravo have become crossed off in all the commotion.

“Delta team’s in pursuit.”

Lloyd turns, walking back over to you and placing an arm on the table beside you, entrapping you between him and your chair. “You two are impossible, you know that? The infamous Sierras Five and Six,” he states, almost amused.

“We’re good at what we do, Sunshine,” you smirk, looking up at him with unwavering indignance.

He hums, letting his line of sight trail slowly down from your eyes to your lips, “We could make a very good team one day.”

“Yeah, it’ll be a cold day in Hell before that ever happens,” Suzanne shoots down the suggestion immediately.

Lloyd rolls his eyes at her, walking behind your chair and bracing his hands on the back, “All teams, report status.” The screens iterate a beeping as the icons of individuals on the teams flash with X’s through them. He gets no response. “All teams, report status.” Still nothing.

“This is quite possibly the most spectacular failure in the history of covert ops,” Suzanne turns to Lloyd and raises her voice, “This will be taught in schools as the primary example of exactly what not to do in asset retrieval.”

Radio static hisses from a computer before a voice breaks through, “This is Lone Wolf. Over.”

Lloyd looks up with a slight smirk, “Hello, my sexy Tamil friend. Sit rep?”

“Tracking the target.”

“No change, Lone Wolf. Get me that asset.”

Suzanne nervously looks from the screen showing Lone Wolf to Lloyd as he speaks, “What I do can’t be taught.”

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

 “Vehicle on approach,” a voice speaks through a radio.

“Let him in,” Suzanne replies.

The gates open, allowing Lone Wolf’s car to enter as security guards confirm it’s whereabouts to make sure nothing will get past them that shouldn’t. You follow Lloyd towards the entrance, not having much of a choice as the armed men around the place all keep a close eye on you.

“You know what I love about you?” Lloyd walks over to meet him, “You look like you’ve been hit by a bus, but it only adds to your mystique.”

Lone Wolf doesn’t reply, but holds up the necklace containing the asset to Lloyd. You sigh and look away from it and out the glass windows around the front door.

Lloyd exhales in relief as Lone Wolf places the asset in his outstretched hand, “Yahtzee.”

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

One of the people on the computers places the asset in a port on their computer as Lloyd and you both watch the televisions, waiting to see the contents so Lloyd can confirm that it’s what he was after. “It’s loading.”

“Tell me, Suzanne,” Lloyd turns to her condescendingly, “is there any other part of your job that I can do for you?”

“Failing upwards does not qualify as success,” she retorts as he leans on the back of your chair once more, a fresh glass of whiskey in hand.

“No, success qualifies as success.”

“Do you consider putting a bullet in the girl upstairs a success? ‘Cause I’m struggling to see how you’re gonna get out of all this.”

“You wanna make an omelet, you gotta kill some people,” he quips.

“You’re killing a girl?” Lone Wolf speaks up, sounding apprehensive now.

You roll your eyes, knowing Lloyd is all talk right now. If he was going to kill Claire, she’d be dead by now. You just look at the live security camera feeds on a computer ahead of you. Lloyd just looks over at him and takes a sip of his whiskey before placing the glass on the table beside you. 

“You know, in English, we call this a happy ending. However, if you say one more word, you may not see it that way,” Lloyd threatens firmly, “Suzanne, please pay my Tamil friend and send him on his way.”

You notice something on one of the feeds and smirk just as Suzanne notices, calling attention to it, “Who’s on the east perimeter?”

“Unit five,” someone responds.

“Where are they?”

“They were there two minutes ago.”

The power suddenly shuts off and you glance back at Lloyd as he begins to get nervous, though he hides it well.

“Get the genny up,” he orders.

Explosions erupt outside, shaking the mansion slightly. Everyone jumps, startled, and they turn to look out the windows behind you. A flaming helicopter crashes into the water beside the building.

“Lock everything down. Get all units to the courtyard,” he grabs a gun in his right hand, grabbing your arm with his left and bringing you with him. You just feel a light sense of amusement at how pissed off he is. “And do not pay this asshole,” he lunges aggressively at Lone Wolf who stands his ground.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

“You wanna tell me what the fucking plan is, Y/n?” Lloyd quickly jogs down a hall, leaving you to follow along, “Make this easy for me and I won’t kill the girl.”

“Bullshit, if you were gonna kill her, she’d be dead. Besides, I have no idea what their plan is, haven’t talked to Six in a while. We’ve both been too busy to call,” you sass.

He doesn’t respond, instead leading you down another hall and speaking through his earpiece, “Get me eyes on the bridge.”

You hear the high pitched whiz of a rocket and quickly move behind a cement wall to avoid the explosion. Lloyd just laughs, appreciating the struggle as if it were a game. He moves out from behind the wall, shooting at the figure that shot the rocket, but not landing a hit. More explosions ensue, pushing both of you forward to avoid them.

“I seriously don’t get a gun or anything?” you huff.

“So you can turn around and shoot me?” he scoffs.

“Aww, you know me so well,” you mock.

“No chance, sweetheart.”

He slowly walks out from behind another wall, stalking along a fence line. He watches the shadowed figure run off.

“He’s trying to draw us away. Shit!” he takes off running. 

You follow along, laughing as you go, “You really didn’t realize that sooner?”

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

You both run up a staircase inside, straight to the room Fitz and Claire were in, only to find it empty. You just hum triumphantly as he speaks through his earpiece, “He’s in the house.”

You jog over to look out the window as Lloyd walks back to the hallway, productively using his time and resources by yelling at the corpses outside and firing a few bullets in them.

Quickly, Lloyd leads you out to one of the bridges connecting parts of the building over water. You spot Fitz, Claire and Court across from you on another bridge. Lloyd and his men fire at them before you can shout to them, but it looks like they miss, hitting the concrete of the building instead.

“You’re making me destroy a historic building here!” Lloyd yells to Court before they open fire again.

You glance over the edge of the bridge behind you, seeing what’s beneath you, hoping to come up with an exit strategy. You’re snapped out of your thoughts as Lloyd grabs your arm, dragging you with him as he takes off running again. You’re dragged along as Lloyd and his men circle around to the bridge Court is on.

You stay back to avoid being collateral killed by a stray bullet intended for someone else. You hear Claire screaming in panic and you feel your throat tighten. Everything quiets down and you hear a splash down below. Lloyd gestures with his gun, as a vague threat, for you to follow. You walk over to see Fitz laying still.

“Roll him,” Lloyd commands to one of his men who obliges and rolls Fitz over.

Fitz scoffs, “Boring.” He flicks the safety pin off a grenade in his hand.

“You douche,” Lloyd shoves one of his men out of the way, going for you. 

You, however, take the opportunity to escape. When Lloyd is close enough, you rip his gun away from him since he won’t be focused on keeping ahold of it. You immediately hoist yourself up and over the side of the bridge, diving into the water below as the blast goes off and before Lloyd can get a hold of you.

You resurface to hear Claire sobbing as Court pulls her to the shore. You quickly follow after them and meet them at the shore.

Court helps pull you out of the water, handing you an earpiece in the process, “You good?”

“Been better,” you shrug as you hop in a boat nearby. You hear a vehicle approaching and Court walks over to check it out. “Stay down,” you nod to Claire and follow him.

Court fires some shots through the windshield to try to take them out. You drop to the ground as the car stops and shoot the mens’ legs as they get out. One runs around the car quickly and kicks at your hand holding the gun. You keep a grip on it and fight with him for the upper hand.

Lloyd runs over, tackling Court to the ground. The two of them struggle for control over Court’s gun. You hear the sizzle of a rocket and a pained yell from Lloyd. The man you’re fighting gets a hold of your gun, attempting to aim it at yourself or Court. Court uses Lloyd’s distraction as his chance to roll to the side, splashing in the water to avoid getting shot.

You use your favorite move, kneeing the man in the crotch to make him lose his grip on the gun. When he doubles over in pain, you fire a bullet through his head and he drops to the ground.

“Wait. Please don’t shoot!” Lloyd begs. You turn around and see him approaching Claire. You try to fire near him as a distraction, but you only hear a click when you pull the trigger, informing you that you have no bullets left. “Look what you did to my hand,” Lloyd whines.

He gets closer to Claire and grabs her before you can react, “Give me that, you little shit.” He yanks the flare gun out of Claire’s hand, causing her to scream as he drags her with him into the hedge maze.

“Lloyd, you jackass!” you yell, running after him.

Court quickly catches up to you and you both hesitate outside the maze, not knowing which direction Lloyd went. You nod to Court and quickly head down the left path, Court quickly moving down the right.

“Six!” you hear Claire yell further from you. You jog ahead, knowing she must’ve seen Court and that you’ll need to find the right way.

“Now, I’m gonna stop you right there, cupcake. What do you say we wrap this up? I mean, I’m having a blast, but it’s way past the kid’s bedtime, don’t you think?”

“Keep him talking. I have a line of sight,” Dani speaks through your earpiece.

You rush around a corner, skidding to a halt as you come to the center, standing behind Lloyd.

“You’re gonna throw me that gun, or the little one gets a new face,” Lloyd threatens Court, not having noticed you yet. “If your strategy relies on whether or not I’ll kill a child, you need a new strategy.”

“Bullshit. Let her go Lloyd,” you walk up behind him, placing the muzzle of your gun against his back. Despite it being out of bullets, it’s a good bluff.

Lloyd chuckles darkly and glances over his shoulder at you. Court sighs and unclips the magazine from his gun, tossing the magazine to the ground and the gun into the side of the fountain in front of Lloyd. Lloyd lifts his arm that was around Claire and she runs to you, both of you backing away from the scene in front of you.

Lloyd aims the flare gun at Court, backing his way around the fountain as Court walks towards him to keep him at a distance. “You know, I think we would have been friends, you and I. Aside from your childish sense of morality and eight-dollar haircut, we have a lot in common. It’s really a shame this isn’t gonna work out between us. Now normally at this point in the night, I wouldn’t be sticking around. With the house lights about to come on, not really my scene to hang out, but you have been a pebble in my shoe since the very beginning. And now I just don’t think I can walk away.”

Court looks over at you and Claire to see if you’re both ok, now closer to you than Lloyd is. Claire clings to you in fear, and you do your best to not sway on the spot as the dizziness creeps back in. You haven’t felt right since the water landing, definitely not a good concussion treatment. Adrenaline has just been mostly keeping it at bay.

“Guess what I’m thinking right now?”

“That you’ve overshared,” Court responds.

“I think I’m better than you. What do you say, Six, you wanna dance?”

“Push him right, and I’ll have the shot,” Dani vocalizes through the earpiece.

Court looks at you again, noticing your uneasiness, “Forget the shot. Come get Five and the kid.”

Court looks back at Lloyd who tosses his flare gun aside, holding up his hands to show that he won’t do anything yet. “You two get to the edge of the maze, okay? Agent Miranda will meet you there.”

“No, no, wait,” Claire sobs, “Wait, we’re not just gonna leave you here with him. He’s crazy.”

“I got this,” he reassures the both of you, “You’re gonna have to help Five walk. Don’t turn back.”

“No, you gotta come with us, just come with us please,” Claire sobs, trying to tug at Court’s arm.

“Claire,” he tries to cut her off, but she hardly hears.

“Please, you two are all I have,” she sobs.

“Claire,” she finally quiets and looks at him, “this is just another Thursday.”

You glance over to Lloyd and couldn’t find that usual cocky confidence. In fact, you could swear you saw uncertainty. Even a sense of sadness. Not that it lingered once he noticed you looking at him, he masks it quickly.

Claire hugs Court tightly and looks up at him, taking a deep breath to calm herself, “kick his ass.”

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

With your arm around Claire’s shoulders, she helps steady you as you walk through the maze to find an exit. You take a shaky breath and stop walking for a second, looking around you.

“What?” Claire looks up at you.

“I don’t feel so good,” you mutter.

“Are you gonna be sick or something?”

“No, not like that, bad gut feeling. I’m not usually wrong with that,” you sigh and turn back the direction you came from, “Go find my friend, she’ll keep you safe.”

“Five, you can’t go back, you can barely walk. And Six said-”

“Lucky for us I’m a fighter and smarter than him most of the time. I’ll be fine, so will Six.”

Claire hesitantly nods and continues walking towards the exit while you turn and retrace your steps slowly.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

Coming to the opening to the center of the maze, you hear the safety of a gun click. Looking ahead, you see Suzanne lining up a shot at Lloyd.

Without a second thought, you charge forward, tackling her to the ground and knocking the gun out of her grasp just after it goes off. Court immediately abandons his fight with Lloyd as he sees you, running over to help you. Suzanne gets the gun back and shoots him to incapacitate him.

“What the hell?” Suzanne yells at you, shoving you off her and pointing the gun at you and Court. You stay seated on the ground and Court raises an arm in surrender, sitting on the edge of the fountain and keeping pressure on his wound with the other. Lloyd stays where he is, kneeling in the fountain and raises his hands as Suzanne turns the gun to him as well as a threat.

“Don’t shoot him.”

She scoffs, cocking the gun once more to retake the shot you forced her to miss.

“Kill him and he gets the easy out,” you rattle out quickly to keep her attention, “Why not leave him to rot in prison for the rest of his days?”

She glances at you, raising an eyebrow in intrigue, “You really want to let that toxic piece of shit live?”

You glance over at Lloyd who just looks back at you, not sure what your goal is here.

“We have history,” Suzanne continues, “Me, Denny, Lloyd, we all went to Harvard together. Those two had this absurd bromance which made it impossible for me to prove to Denny how much of a liability Lloyd was. Then I see these two troglodytes bashing each other. The whole thing just crystalized. Lloyd Hansen is going to take the fall, dead or alive, for everything that has happened. Now, I know how to do that. What I need are a few witnesses to corroborate my story. So, if you two want that girl to live to a ripe old age, you’re gonna do exactly as I say. Bad news is you’ll probably get your old cells back, but the good news is, if you two behave, I’ll let you out to play sometimes. ‘Cause frankly, you are both freakishly good at why you do.”

Court raises his hand slightly.

“What? Do you have a question? What is that?”

“Does this plan involve us all living?”

Suzanne looks down at you, “If Lloyd acts as a witness to corroborate the story, yes. Yeah, you’re gonna live.”

“Then we should go,” Court mutters, “Lotta blood… lotta blood.”

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

Court is carried out on a spinal board. Claire looks over as a paramedic checks her over. He smiles slightly at her and holds up a sign of the horns to show he’s ok and she smiles back at him.

Lloyd is examined by another paramedic, but surrounded by CIA agents and cops, ready to jump at any hasty move he could make.

Dani is led by two agents and hardly spares a glance towards Suzanne when they pass one another.

Court quickly gets loaded into a helicopter to airlift him to a hospital for more in depth medical treatment than they can’t do on the scene.

The light of the morning sun continues to bleed over the land, reclaiming the scene of last night’s events.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

Two weeks later, Washington D.C.

“Where are they keeping Six and Lloyd?” Denny Carmichael inquires as Suzanne shuts the car door behind them.

“Basement. Most secure floor.”

“And Five?”

“Still MIA.”

“Should’ve put a couple of bullets in their heads.”

“Five and Six tore through thirty of the best operatives in the world. Why would I waste an asset like that?”

“They’re Fitz’s gray men. They’re not gonna do anything you say. You don’t even know where Five is.”

“We’ll find them and they will. As long as I have the girl, they will.”

Carmichael reaches out a hand to stop her, slowly turning to face her, “It is very dangerous for you to start thinking for yourself.”

“You threatened, Denny? How pleasantly out of character. Would you rather I be floating in the Potomac?”

“You’re just lucky Five and Six didn’t try to overpower you in that maze. Guess they didn’t perceive you as a threat.”

“That would be their mistake,” she states simply, walking away and letting the threat hang in the air.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

Police line the halls of the hospital, heavily guarding two rooms. A nurse walks past, giving them a short nod as they walk into one of the rooms, swiping an ID card to do so. The card reader beeps as a green light displays. The steady beep of machines sounds from inside the room of Courtland Gentry until it is muffled by the closing door. Just next door, Lloyd Hansen is stuck in a similar position to the former, laying cuffed to the bed as machines beep steadily around him. A beard has begun to grow around his strong jawline due to the lack of shaving opportunities. The nurse walks over to the door connecting the two rooms.

Court looks over, noticing the break in the very rigid routine the nurses have seemed to follow daily. Lloyd simply rolls his eyes, sitting up more and looking over, ready to make a witty remark.

“Hello boys, long time no see,” you smirk at the confused and astonished looks on their faces as you pull down the medical mask that had obscured anyone’s view of your face.

“How?” Court begins to ask, but is quickly cut off by you.

“Let’s table that discussion for later. We’re on a schedule now, gentlemen, please do hurry. We’ve got to pick up Claire on time,” you quickly pick the locks of Court’s cuffs and set him free, walking over to Lloyd to do the same.

Court practically jumps out of the bed, grabbing a scalpel he noticed in the room for a weapon. Lloyd grabs your hand once you undo his second cuff, before you pull away. He sits on the edge of the bed and smiles slightly.

“You know, I think you were right,” he holds you close, bringing your hand up to his lips as he places a kiss against your knuckles. Your face heats up against your will.

“I’m right about a lot, I’ll need some clarification.”

“You said I’ve worked for the wrong people.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“So, are you hiring?” he smirks and you smile brightly.

≣≛▸✭◂≛≣

A draft blows through the open window to Claire’s room in the practical prison she’s being held in. She peeks out in confusion. Upon seeing nothing out of the ordinary besides the open door,  she turns to her record player to see her favorite record propped up. Silver Bird by Mark Lindsay. A piece of paper sticks out the side, just enough for her to notice. She walks over and carefully picks up the record, delicately sliding the note out to read it.

PLAY ME LOUD

She glances around as her suspicions grow, but nonetheless, she places the record on the turntable. The song begins to play once she lowers the arm onto the spinning vinyl. She turns the volume knob as high as it will go as she begins to hear yelling and gunshots below her and outside.

Your sign is Capricorn and every corner of your mind

Says you’ll remain my friend, my friend until you’re mine

Silver Bird

Fly my lady away

Silver Bird

Take her over the bay

Silver Bird

Give my lady a ride

Sensing a presence, Claire slowly turns to look at the door as you and Court walk over, stopping in the doorway.

“Am I allowed to chew gum in here?” Court asks.

Claire runs over to both of you in tears, engulfing you both in a hug. You smile, hugging back just as Court does.

You quickly get her downstairs to your waiting Jeep, hearing a few more gunshots as you go. You keep Claire low, opening the back door for her to get in behind the passenger seat as Court hops in the back with her behind the driver’s seat. You quickly hop into the passenger seat.

Claire looks at you and Court in confusion, “Who’s driving us?”

“My guard dog,” you smirk.

The driver’s door flies open and you catch the gun tossed to you. Lloyd shuts the door behind him, quickly starting the car and shifting into drive, taking off and speeding away from the house.

“Good guard dog,” you tease, earning a smile and an eye roll from Lloyd.

“How do you know we can trust him? He’s crazy,” Claire states.

“Oh, I’m counting on it, he works for me now. His job is to help keep us, and especially you, safe.”

Claire nods reluctantly, looking between the two of you as Lloyd drives. “Ok, but no kissing when I’m around, I’m still at an impressionable age.”

Court laughs hysterically at that, leaning back in his seat as you chuckle too.

Lloyd pouts dramatically, “How am I gonna get paid now?”

“Oh, we can discuss more ideas later,” you send a wink his way.

#lloyd hansen x reader #xreader #lloyd hansen #chris evans #the gray man #chris evans x reader #lloyd hansen x you #the gray man fanfiction #lloyd hansen x y/n #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #court gentry #courtland gentry #ryan gosling #netflix #fanfic

[h0unds-of-h3ll]

𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓼

❝ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲. 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨. 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐣-T. ❞

𝑻𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒕™

⚝ 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓻: 𝓘 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒻𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹, 𝒽𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓍𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝓘’𝓂 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁. 𝓗𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓘 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒶𝒷𝑜𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀. 𝓘’𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓘 𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝒻𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑜𝓊𝓈. 𝓘𝓉’𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓘’𝓂 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒷𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁. 𝓜𝓎 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇��.

𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓃, 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓈𝓉, 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔.

𝒩𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒.

♱ 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

#xreader #fanfic #smut #angst #h0unds of h3ll #h0unds of h3ll works #Elvis #Jensen ankles #Jared padalecki #Oscar Isaac #misha collins #Chris evans #Sebastian Stan #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #moon knight #Tom hiddleston #Pedro pascal

[macverse]

Backstage Pass

--

Some people dream of waking up to find out that they've become famous overnight. One morning, you wake up to find that you've become famous for all the wrong reasons and it is all because of someone more famous than you've ever dreamt of becoming.

--

You woke up warm and content, the light softly diffusing into the room. You thought you’d been dreaming about something nice, something that was making the faint morning light look extra welcoming, but then you realized that there was music coming from somewhere. As you force yourself to get up and greet the day, you correct your previous thought; you weren’t in your apartment in your small town, but you were in Justin Timberlake’s secret apartment in one of the skyscrapers on Billionaire’s Row in Manhattan. The apartment ‘in the clouds’ you’d come to call it in your code-heavy texts with him. The music, no the ringing, starts playing again as you reorient yourself to the room you should have remembered that you’d be waking up to. In the past few months, you’d come to stop being surprised to see a sleeping Justin Timberlake lying in the bed next to you. You'd been doing it off and on, in New York and other major cities all over the US since you'd become his mistress several months ago. You were no stranger to waking up swaddled in luxurious sheets, the satin pillowcases he’d insisted on having, and the oaky and spice smell of the cologne Justin wore when he was here with you.  

The ringing stopped again and you finally began to wonder where the phone was. You knew it wasn’t your phone. You’d let Justin think you were doing what he’d asked by leaving your ringer off but your phone was almost always on vibrate. Memories of last night came flooding back to you. The opera. The thick hot chocolate coffees and flakey croissants at the cafe. Talking late into the night about you and Sebastian Stan with Justin. Why you’d never seemed happy, according to Justin. It was a nice night considering it was supposed to be a different night ‘in the clouds’. 

The phone started ringing again and you finally got up to find it. 

When you got back last night, you and Justin stripped out of your formal wear opting for comfortable loungewear the minute you stepped foot into the foyer. As you emerged out of the bedroom, you were greeted by the clothes strewn around the whole of the apartment. To anyone else, it looked like you and Justin had spent a wild night screwing each other's brains out when in reality all you did was talk. From the very beginning, both you and Justin found it very easy to talk with each other about everything and anything on your mind. Staying up late and talking quickly became one of your favorite things. You remembered laughing when his bowtie slid off of the abstract chandelier over the living room, scaring the heck out of both of you. You gathered up clothes as you made your way around the space in search of his ringing phone. Of course, when you finally laid your hand on the thin, metal rectangle through the fabric of his coat it stopped ringing again. Struggling, you fished it out of his coat jacket and glanced at his notifications:

8 Missed Calls: Jessica Biel 

16 New Texts: Jessica Biel

34 Missed Calls: Amanda S., Lede Co

9 New Voicemails

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath. You figured something must have happened while he was away on ‘business’. Most of the time when you met up with Justin, he was on a business trip but this was a special visit. You'd asked if he could come so you could talk with him in person and emphasized that you didn't have anything ‘like that’ to talk to him about. He'd laughed and said he'd be a while. It was almost two months later that he was able to come back to New York.

You hurried back to the bedroom to wake Justin hoping one of his kids wasn’t sick or hurt and if they were, this stupid arrangement was ending right here and now. You didn't have or want any kids but you told yourself that if this was taking Justin away from his kids too often you'd put a stop to it right away. As you come to the edge of the bed, you suddenly realize that you’ve never woken him up before. It’s always been him waking you in the morning with his mouth and hands somewhere on you or you waking up to find that he’d already gone. If you’d let yourself think about it you preferred the latter but right now you needed to wake someone who you knew from your fandom days that was notoriously hard to wake up.

“Justin,” you shook him lightly, his phone still in your hand. He didn’t stir so you tried again, “Justin, come on. You gotta wake up. Your phone has been ringing...”

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#fan fiction #fanfic #reading #nsync #justin timberlake #justin timberlake x reader #xreader #jc chasez #chris evans #new york #thanksgiving #romance book #angst #drama #bts #btsedits #writing #aot #ao3 writer #read on ao3

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Summer Wedding Part 5

Comments and reboots welcome NO permission to repost or publish or translate.

Angsty (a lot... it's me after all) fluffy 18+just in case.

The next morning she woke up and she felt so much lighter even if she didn't know where she was for a moment last night slowly came back to her but in reverse with Nick even helping her put sheets he loaned her on the bed of the fully furnished appartment. It was early afternoon and Nick had kept his door, which just happened to be across the way, opened.

Earlier he had gotten her a donut for breakfast just as a pick me up and was a little worried it was still sitting there; especially after learning how possessive Ari had been and how he made her feel.

He was teaching an older student, a retiree who always wanted to learn and now had time. Nick who keep one eye on the open door, well her door was her reaction to the treat. Her eyes opened a little. Her eyebrows raised slightly and then a sigh, he thinks, followed by a smile. She knocked on the door.

"Sorry to interrupt. But, thanks Nick"

"For what? Its not a big deal," He laughs it off. With a blush. "I figured you could-use a pick me up."

"I um " she chuckled nervously and her breath picked up hoping plans were still on the table for her to move in rent free for a bit. " I don't have a key and I have to run out I don't wanna I mean I don't-"

"Right I'll up make up a key for you later. We always change the locks after each person. Moves in case they ya know. I'll be here all day though so you're good."

Her shoulders drop in relief as a smile crossed her face.

"Thanks for everything Nick" I'll I'm sorry for interrupting." She smiles and then leaves. Once the building door is heard breaking the silence while the retiree was taking a drink of water.

"Chinese." The retiree says

"What?"

"Chinese and a movie night you can't go wrong with that."

"I don't know what you mean." Nick blushes

"I'm sure you don't. She's a pretty girl. And you never gave me food when I moved in."

Nick didn't know what to say.

"She won't say no I guarantee it."

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She knew she would be out by now and out late today based on the schedule she had been given a week ago and if he was by some evil curse there he'd be sleeping. He was the same during certain types of "projects" . She was relaxed walking in.

Then she saw Ari sitting on the floor she watched as he ran his hands through his hair and then stood up oblivious to her, she was watching the scene completely confused. His head hanging low.

"Ari. You're here. And awake I thought you'd be-"

He had jumped up the moment he heard her voice call his name.

"I've been worried sick," he wrapped his arms around her with his head on top of hers. Hes only a few inches taller at 6'1 vs her 5'8 but he still did it "about you. You've been gone the whole night. I."

He let go to look at her all over make sure she wasn't hurt.

"I stayed at a friends." She shrugged away from him and he all to easily let her slip from his grip, "And I found a place I'm  moving in this weekend."

"What?" His heart hit the floor.

"Yea so you can have your bed back soon."

"Wa I mean I well this I-" for the first time Ari didn't  know what to say or how to handle the situation.  His entire life he's been able to just fly by the seat of his pants

Nick had kept his promise and that weekend he helped her move out. Nick had made sure Ari wasn't in a room alone with her and Nick had placed himself between her and Ari at all times.

She was so much happier since she was living alone. Truthfully so was nick...especially since she agreed to have dinner with him... more than once. He doesn't remember the last time he had laughed so much, even smiled so much and when she had smiled he did then too. There was such a light in her that Nick saw that first morning and he wasn't going to let Ari do anything.

The whole time Ari was watching it was the worst horror movie Ari has ever seen. The worst situation Ari has ever been in. Thr amount of internal bleeding Ari was dealing with was insurmountable. For the first time in Ari's grown up life he had no plan. No words. He was helpless. She wouldnt let him help in fact she tried her best to ignore Ari's presence. Ari left lifeless.

"Ari I, Im sorry I- no you know what I'm not sorry. You made me feel like shit like crap. I thought I was shit. And um. I deserve someone who won't do that to me. Make me feel like that."

Meeting Nick reminded her but she wasn't going to say anything. "Ari won't be in my life any more. In fact He isn't." She told herself. But she wasn't heartless she couldn't be after everything. There were good moments after all.

"You're an amazing father to Maya but that doesn't mean an you're  a good man...for me.tell her I'll always be here for her.

She sees Nick behind him on a door way nodding in encouragement. She told him how she was nervous about the conversation she knew would happen and Nick had simply assured her that she was right and he'd be there to help if Ari wasn't agreeing. Nick knew she was strong enough someone just had to remind her.

"The argument you never appologized. But I did and that told me everything. You can't say the words I'm sorry-"

"I am I am so so sorry."

"Ari just stop. It's  too late."

She pushed past him proud that the single tear that tightroped acorss her eyeline never fell over. That said more than words ever could.

(I know Ari ran his hand down his beard then was rubbing his beard trying to stratagize to find a strategy. But I need to put it behind me.)

"You ok?" Nick curiously asked hoping her answer would remind herself of her strength. Nick somehow never realized what a great guy he is but she did.

"Yea . In fact I'm great."

"Good. Now what do you think of ttyin the amazing fantastic Ray's for dinner?"

"Didn't we have that last night?"

"No we had the amazing fabulous Rays."

"Oh god."

"And they are all on facing street corners," he wispered for some reason but it made her laugh.

They were done but Nick realized heft his phone and went back in.

"Hey," Ari grabbed his arm as he was walking out, surprising Nick who didn't miss a a beat changing his posture to match the lion one Ari has naturally.

"She trusts you."

"And I trust her."

"You better take good care of her."

Nick was taken back she didnt need anyone to 'take care of her,' what she did need was a friend right now. And nick would wait forever for her.

"Comming from you that's real rich. We're not dating but," Nick looked out the window to see her smiling along with the radio, and he couldn't help but smile

"She means the world to me."

"She deserves it."

"Yea she does." Nick's venom pierced Ari like a snake bite as Nick was sure to make a point to drive it home to hurt Ari.

He got into the car and they went off to move her away leaving Ari alone. It wasn't that he was a lone, it was that he lost her. He always had her to come home to and he loves that and cherished that until he let a bad day become a bad week and took it out on her he had no one to blame but himself.

He walked to Maya's room and he picked up her Gloworm. The one maya insisted on using... for this... He opened the velcro and moved the battery aside, he took out and a small box. He doesn't know why he was torturing himself by doing this but as he opened up the box a small peice of paper came out, he unfolded it, it was something Maya wrote herself. She was so excited and happy when Ari talked to Maya about what he wanted. He felt a horrible so horrible.. worse than scum shit crap. as he just didn't ruin things for himself but for Maya. Then he read the paper it had one sentance written in pink crayone was the words:

"PLEASE marry my Daddy."

And Ari cried again.

Summer Wedding part 6

Taglist (if you want to be added let me know)

@nana1000night @sapphire-rogers @hawkeyes-queen @patzammit @sparklybarbarianninja

#ari levinson fluff #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #avengers #chris evans #steve rogers #chris evans x plus size reader #ransom drysdale #ari levinson x female reader #steve rogers fanfiction #chris evans characters #chris evans comfort #kinktober 2022 #ari levinson x you #nick vaughn xreader #nick vaughan #chris evans fanfic #flufftober2022 #flufftober #steve rogers imagine #chris evans smut #chris evans angst #ari levinson angst #colin shea #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hanson x reader #steve rodgers x reader

[whumpdotpng]

*goes on the gray man (2022) tag and finds nothing but Lloyd Hansen x reader fics* alright fine guess I’ll have to write the deeply fucked up lloyd/six whump fest living rent free in my brain all by myself, I see how it is

#like #is the movie good? no #is it hot? UH YEAH #the gray man #sierra six #ryan gosling #lloyd hansen #chris evans #whump #my post #never been more disappointed in a fandom than the moment I went on this movies ao3 tag #NOTHING BUT XREADER SMUT FOR THREE GODDAMN PAGES #FUCK that shit I’m tying Ryan gosling to a chair and beating the shit out of him #miss me w that shit I want SOFT BOY GET BEAT UP HOURS

[boxofbonesfic]

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛?

🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾

Hello everyone! In honor of 7K, I wanted to host a little challenge. I know we all often dream about a lot of things—having more money, having a better job, not having to have a job, better car, bigger house, finding the one—but what if you got it, and it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be?

What if you got it, and it caused you nothing but misery?

I present to you: The Monkey’s Paw challenge; where we take fluff prompts and turn them dark and gritty.

The options: You message me, and I think up a prompt for you OR you message me with a prompt idea, and we’ll take it as dark as we can go. And I  do mean dark. 

The Rules

Firstly, this is a dark challenge that can and probably will include smut, so NO MINORS ALLOWED, even for work that has no explicit sexual content.

Secondly, I would like to keep this to the fandoms I’m actively involved in, so Marvel characters, Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters, etc. If you aren’t sure, please ask! 

Deadline: 06/09/2022

I’m primarily an xReader writer, so no OFC’s, OMC’s, etc. 

*Most* Tropes are accepted; Dark, Mafia, A/B/O, etc, but no: DDLG, Toilet play, Bestiality, Racism, Homophobia, Transphobia, etc.

There is a hard 1.5k word limit. I wanted to make this a real challenge for everyone, myself included! That being said, please put your fic under a cut if it exceeds more than 350 words!

Please tag and warn for all topics as is generally expected/accepted!

Original works only please! If this is part of a series, it must be able to be read and understood as a stand alone piece!

I want this challenge to be fun and spark joy! If it isn’t, or if you don’t like the prompt, it’s okay to request another one!

In order to keep myself from getting over worked, I won’t be able to accept every prompt, so please don’t be upset or offended if I don’t choose yours—I will only be doing 7 of these, in honor of my 7k! But there is no limit on the amount of people able to participate. 

You do not have to be following me to participate, but it would be nice!

I will probably run this challenge for the next three or four weeks!

How to participate:

Drop me a message in my inbox requesting or leaving a prompt! If you are requesting a prompt, please let me know which fandom you’re into, and I will inbox you with the prompt of my choosing. If you are leaving a prompt, I will message you to let you know if I’ve chosen it! 

Happy writing! 😈

tagging a few friends who expressed interest: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor, @lokislastlove, @syntheticavenger, @geminixevans-stan, @angrythingstarlight 

#boxofbonesfic #writing challenge #dark prompts #prompt challenge #chris evans x reader #chris evans characters #steve rogers x reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan characters #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes imagine #mcu fanfiction

[writersblog20]

Three makes the dream

Chris Evans x reader x Henry Cavill

Not my gifs, credits to the makers!

Part 1🔥💜🦋

Summary: When Chris talked to Henry about your little fantasy but ignored the both of them with an attitude since you were working, has a lot of consequents

Warnings: curse words, in the beginning Chris bullies you a little, humiliating, sensations of dread, a lot of intimidation, feelings of embarrassment, manhandling, darkchris, dark Henry, mocking, chocking, crying, powerplay, size kink, overpowering you, being under control, a lot of praising, love bombing?, magic wand, overstimulation, throat fucking, throat bulge, jerking himself off in your throat, multiple creampies, breeding kink,, daddy kink, pet names, feeling very little and submissive, dom/sub dynamic, threesome, No condom use ( Zon’t zo it) , bit of spit and probably more things, mentions of collapsing. Crying during sex from too much pain and pleasure.  

Words: 6K

A/n it's finally here and i'm not even sorry about this. Have fun and please do read the warnings!

MDNI

Three makes the dream

You were currently working at a festival as a photographer. You also did the designs for the festival and that was kind of how you became their photographer in the first place. There were a lot of famous people attending the festival and a lot of famous musicians would walk up the stage. The VIP section for most actors was above the stage where Chris, your boyfriend was talking to the one and only Henry Cavill as you stood opposite and underneath the VIP section, making photo’s.

You and Chris talked about what had happened that night and your little fantasy of getting fucked by Chris AND Henry. What you didn’t know was that Chris already talked to Henry about it and they currently were whispering their ideas to each other as they were looking at you.

You already noticed and felt like you could die on the spot from embarrassment. Your cheeks heated up as you noticed the dangerous looks of Chris and Henry, given to you. At this point you were just trying to do your job and hoped that they wouldn’t be a further distraction to you.

The end was almost in view as the last band stepped on the podium, the Arctic Monkeys, who you were a fan of. You luckily bumped into Alex Turner earlier and quickly took a picture with the famous singer.

Chris spotted everywhere you stood, keeping an eye out for you. As the band played some songs and you photographed further, you also noticed the smirks on the boys. You felt completely flustered and their looks had you locked in a choke hold. You were so flustered that you lost your talent for photographing and to be honest, it pissed you a little off. It was fun and all but not when you were working and you made sure to tell Chris later.

Their glances burned on your skin as you got more and more irritated. You looked up at Chris, visibly noticeable that you were not happy with it at the moment, glancing irritated at him. He raised his eyebrow in surprise and disagreement, just like Henry, both not liking your attitude right now but you couldn’t care less. You were working for god sakes.

That was the last time you took a look at Chris that night and he knew damn well that you were irritated as they tried to get your attention. But you wouldn’t budge and went to do your work, ignoring them completely. At least visibly because the looks were burned in your mind, sending shivers down your spine and a tingling feeling downwards.  

You put all your attention into your work right now and the boss wanted to have a talk with you later but on a positive note, maybe giving you more work opportunities. The band walked off of stage and you agreed earlier with Chris to wait for him but you slipped away backstage quickly, still a little irritated. He knew that you didn’t like distractions on the work floor and definitely not this distraction. Well maybe you did but not underneath work goddamn it!

Chris and Henry walked backstage as well when you were talking with Alex Turner and the boss, making a bit of small talk until your boss would talk to you. Chris stood by your side and squeezed hardly in your ass, making sure that nobody could see it but it pissed you off more at this point and moved away from him as he raised his eyebrow again, letting you know that he didn’t like your attitude right now but then again, you couldn’t care less at this point.

You had a quick talk with the boss of the festival and others from different festival came up to you and offered you to work for every festival, which you definitely did not refuse! This was your dream and took it with both hands, making you happy again. Chris smiled, knowing that this was your dream and you did it all on your own.

You all were all chatting a bit with all the bosses when Chris walked up to you again with Henry this time. You’ve never met Henry in person so you felt intimidated and embarrassed by the  thought of what you told Chris and that Henry might know your sinful thoughts.

“Hey sweetheart, I want you to meet someone.” Chris told you with a smirk, telling you everything that you needed to know. But again, you didn’t want to look unprofessional in front of your bosses. You politely gave Henry a hand and he smiled at you, looking directly and deep in your eyes. You felt your cheeks heat up and felt small. Henry was even bigger in real life than on tv. You knew that he knew. His smirk said enough but you ignored it, or at least tried it and acted unbothered, surprising Chris and Henry who both got even more fed up with your attitude even though they could understand.

If this wasn’t your job, you could easily become an actress because you were giving production values at this point with acting unbothered and uninterested even though you were dripping wet and thoughts were swirling through your mind.

When it was time to end it and go back to the hotel, you said your goodbyes to Henry who looked dangerously at you and very lustful, making you slip in complete submission and he could see it in your eyes even though you tried to act like nothing was going on. Well to the outside but to Chris and Henry it got very obvious at this point as you were unable to hide it.

You got into the van as the driver drove you to the hotel, not knowing that Henry was following you since he stayed in the same hotel. It was a bit of a awkward ride to the hotel. You knew Chris wasn’t happy and the other way around. “Chris, you couldn’t do that. I was working. You know how I feel about that babe.” you tried to reason with him in a mature way. “I know. But there was no need for the attitude.” He told you coldly as his hand rested on your thigh and his grip got stronger, telling you that you were in it for tonight, if only you know how much exactly.

“I would’ve been fine with it every other night but you knew how much this assignment means to me. And you really decided to go at it at that point. You had no right for that.” You told him normally, trying to have a normal conversation and setting boundaries. His grip got even tighter, giving you a lump in your throat as he ignored you like you did to him earlier that night.

You knew he was mad but you wanted to keep your ground and let him know that you wouldn’t accept this kind of behavior and definitely didn’t appreciate it. “You were doing just fine, didn’t you?” his voice turned dark and felt yourself grow even smaller. “That’s not the point Christopher and you know it. Just please don’t do it again when I’m working.” You looked at him and you saw he was clenching his jaw at your use of his full name. His nails digging into your leg at this point. His pupils completely blown at this point.

You arrived at the hotel and there was paparazzi standing ready. Chris took your hand in his and held you tightly in his grip, giving you a dreadful feeling of what was to come. You stepped into the elevator and it was just the two of you know. Your heart was in your throat as the tension was extremely high at this point, making you a bit scared of what was to come. When the doors of the elevator closed, he waited a few seconds before cornering you. His body pressed against yours while his hand squeezed your cheeks roughly. “Don’t you ever give me that attitude ever again. You. Ungrateful. Bitch.!” He spit out the last sentence.

He never cursed you out and it gave you a dreadful yet excited feeling, making you confused. He let go roughly of your face and got you out of the corner, leaving you in shock. It felt like there was concrete in your shoes when the doors opened towards your hotel room. You could tell by Chris’s walk that there was more to come. You were scared to get into that room but yet excitement made your pussy drip.

Chris opened the door for you to walk in first. You hesitantly walked in and stood in the middle of the room, making you feel extremely intimidated, small and scared. The door closed with a bang, making you jump. You looked scared at Chris as you never saw him with this dark look over his eyes.

You swallowed a little. “Chris…. You’re scaring me…” He chuckled darkly. “Don’t tell me this doesn’t make you feel excited.” He strutted towards you while you backed away. He looked at you as prey. When your back met the wall, you held your hand a little in front of you for defense. His body met yours as you almost touched noses with him. “You really want to stand here, and tell me, that your pussy isn’t dripping wet? Mhm? That this doesn’t excite you a bit? The thoughts of getting absolutely ruined by me?” Your eyes went big. You almost thought that you were talking to Ransom and not Chris, your loving, caring boyfriend. “I…” you couldn’t finish your sentence as he wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you closer to his face so he could whisper in your ear..

“You disappointed me today. Never did I think you could be this bratty. When I almost made your fantasy come true and get ruined by two cocks. But no…. You are an ungrateful bitch. I don’t condone this bratty behavior and you should’ve known better than that.” Goosebumps covered your entire body and you hated that it gave you away this easily. You were frightened yet excited. His hand squeezed your throat a little “What do you have to say about that?” he asked you huskily. “I’m sorry.” Your raspy voice came out soft from the tightening around your throat. “You wanna know what I think?” He mocked you, with a dark grin. Your eyes went big “I think that you need to learn some manners.” He told you and pushed you on the bed.

“From now on, you better listen to my commands otherwise it’s going to be a long painful night for you.” he told you darkly as he ripped your blouse apart, making you jump at the sudden movement. He pulled your pants roughly off. “You looked so good tonight, too bad your bratty and ungrateful behavior had to ruin everything.” He ripped your lingerie off of you and put your underwear in your mouth as you took it submissively in. He got a little towel and wrapped it roughly around your eyes, making it unable to see and you felt that he was tying you to the bed with something. It felt sharp around your wrist but you decided not to say anything.

You heard that Chris was getting undressed, the sound of fabric of the clothes getting off made you so extremely wet to a point, you didn’t even know was possible. All of a sudden you heard nothing but some shuffling and the opening, closing from the door. You tried to hear but it almost felt impossible as the thundering from your heartbeat in your ear was deafening, making you dread every possible moment.

“You know what sweetheart? Today might be your lucky day.” He mockingly said and you felt to the brim of tears but also so excited it was all very confusing. You had your safe word and knew that Chris would immediately stop but you didn’t really want him to. “Look at you…. so beautiful… isn’t she Henry?” he all of a sudden said and you were in complete and utter shock. The feeling of embarrassment getting to you, wanting to get away and cover yourself up but since you were tight up, you had no choice. Only youor legs weren’t tied up and you brought them closer to your body  “Mhm…. She sure is…. You got a nice one on your hands Chris. Too bad she’s going to get completely ruined tonight.” You heard the gravel voice of the other man in the room.

You felt your nipples get hard and more goosebumps covering your body. “I think she likes this, what do you think Henry?” You could almost hear the smirk in his voice and you felt a bit humiliated. “Mhm…. I thinks so too. Mind if I have a go?” your breathing got heavier. “Go right ahead. She needs to learn her lesson.” Chris told Henry casual and you felt the lump in your throat as your tears slipped into the towel.

“Look at that…. She is glistening. She is so wet, so pretty.” Henry told Chris darkly. You felt the bed dip a little besides you, your heart racing faster. All of a sudden you felt feathery kisses on your neck, making you gasp. You could tell it was Henry. You knew every part of Chris too well. A slapping sound was heard followed by a loud sting on your thigh and you whimpered at the feeling, more tears slipping out. “You’re getting completely and utterly ruined tonight” you heard Henry whisper in your ear and warm breath caressing your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Henry found the sweet spot in your neck within seconds, his rough warm hand palming your breast and squeezed your hard nipple.

Not long after you felt a lick over your slit, making you mewl at the multiple sensations and hands on you. Chris had his hands wrapped around your legs tightly while Henry placed a soft kiss on your lips with your lingerie in your mouth, your cheeks squeezed again. After he took a nipple in his mouth and started sucking on it while Chris was busy eating you out roughly. You tried to whimper and moan, bucking your hips up.

The feeling of Henry’s and Chris’s hands on you made you extremely horny. “Mhm, You should taste her… she’s amazing.” Chris commented and you felt Henry move away, his lips disconnecting your nipple, leaving you wanting more. Henry teased you by moving his fingertips slowly and softly over your legs towards where you were throbbing. The bed dipped down besides your head and you felt Chris softly going over your hair in a comforting manner.

Henry held your legs even tighter than Chris did, his muscles flexing around you while he made a long stroke with his tongue over your slit, goosebumps covering you again in reaction. His tongue  made circles around your clit, giving you an unbelievable feeling of pleasure and excitement washing over you. You wanted to move your legs but Henry tightened his grip around you, one of his hands resting on your underbelly, pressing down gently. Bucking your hips was useless right now of the stronghold he had you in, completely in his control.

You heard Henry hum in approval when all of a sudden you felt his finger going over your slit, sending electricity over your body. He put his finger in your pussy and started pumping in and out, making you whimper through the lingerie. You could hear Chris shushing you above you, still stroking your head while his other hand went to your nipple, playing with it. You felt yourself turn into a mess underneath their touches. As Henry kept circling your clit and pumping in and out, you felt the euphoric feeling growing  closer. Chris noticed your body language and Henry knew that you were close too. “Cum for us baby. Cum for your daddies.” Henry husked out, making you even closer than before. Chris squeezed into your cheeks again and that was the point you couldn’t hold it any longer and came on Henry’s fingers and mouth.

You could hear him growl and groan and it was next to Chris, the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. “There you go baby. Let go before you get ruined.” Chris told you lovingly in a soft way. You wanted to moan but everything came out muffled. “She is indeed very delicious.” Henry said as he backed away from you. “Get that lingerie out of her mouth. I want to put my cock in that pretty mouth of her.” Henry directed as Chris got the lingerie out of your mouth.

You tried to swallow but your mouth was dry and you were at lost for words. You heard the zipper of Henry’s pants, getting you instantly wet again as you got your legs up again. You felt Chris standing up from the bed and heard him walk towards your pussy. Henry gave you a stroke over your head before his hand grabbed your chin and made you face his way. He pressed his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you as his tongue slipped in, making you moan in the kiss.

You felt Chris eating you out again, as you gasped but Henry held you chin tightly, holding you into place. His whole tongue went in and out of your pussy and your legs already began to shake. Henry got out of the kiss and pushed the tip of his cock into your mouth. He pushed more forward and you instantly noticed how huge his cock was. “Mhm… You like his cock princess? I can feel you clench around me.” Chris remarked as Henry chuckled deeply. You gagged a little “aww sweet baby… try harder. IT’s not even in halfway.” Henry told you and you got a little scared as you knew that it was true.

Henry grabbed the back of your head and pushed it forward, making you gag even more as he growled dangerously above you. “That’s it baby. Take daddy’s cock princess.” He told you while Chris got you closer to the edge. “You’re gonna cum baby? You need to tell me when you’re gonna cum honey…” Henry and Chris chuckled together, knowing you couldn’t talk with Henry’s cock in your mouth. You hummed multiple times, making Henry groan even louder. “I think she’s about to mate.” Henry warned Chris which motivated him to go even faster with his tongue and you were in no time, in an exploding orgasm.

Henry got out of your mouth and grabbed your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Good girl.” He told you before moving away just like Chris. Your skin felt on fire waiting for what would happen next. Chris moved your way and pressed the tip of his cock against your lips, making you opening your mouth. “Let’s see what else you can do pretty princess.” Henry told you lovingly as well now, making you feel smaller. He entered you with two fingers and started moving, making you moan loudly and Chris took that opportunity to push his cock in deeper. Your pussy was making wet sounds and there was that familiar feeling washing over you. You wanted to cum so badly. Henry pushed his third finger in you and moved even harder and with every gasp or moan, Chris pushed his cock even further in, making you gag.

“Come on baby, I know you want to. Cum for me, cum for daddy sweetheart.” Henry said and you felt the tears gathering in the towel, making you cry out of pleasure as you came hard. Henry started laughing a little “That’s it princess. Good job. Such a good girl.” Henry told you happily. “You want to stretch her out? She’s very tight.” Chris warned Henry. “With love.” Henry remarked back. You felt the tip of his cock going over your clit and slit before he slowly entered you and you gasped out. “Ohhh you were right, she is very tight indeed.

Chris got his cock out of your mouth and got the towel from your eyes. Henry kept pushing in slowly with low grunts as you kept moaning. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to adjust to the lights. When your vision became more clear you saw Henry above you with a grin and Chris next to you.

“Just for tonight he’ll be your daddy too, princess.” Chris whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his big hand wrapped around your throat and the other cupped your breast, playing with your nipple. You plopped your head back on the pillow from the amount of pleasure and pain while Henry’s big cock stretched you out. You wanted to touch Chris and Henry but got pulled back by the restraints.

Chris chuckled deeply. “You want to touch your daddies princess?” he cooed you. You nodded but Chris shook his head. His upper body laid half over you and you could see Henry above you. “Use your words pretty girl.” His knuckles softly brushed over your cheek, his finger slowly moving over your pillow lips and he seemed in a trance. “Open your mouth baby.” he told you, completely fixated on your lips. You did as he told you and he put his finger slowly into your mouth, pressing softly down on your tongue  before he put another finger in your mouth. Henry and Chris looked at you mesmerized. So much even that Henry stopped and watched as you gently sucked on Chris’s finger, twirling it with your tongue.

Chris groaned a little at the sensitive feeling that you were able to give his fingertips. “Oh baby, I love you so much.” Chris told you completely mesmerized. He got his fingers out of your mouth and looked lovingly into your eyes before kissing you passionately. When you felt Chris’s tongue slip in, Henry slowly started moving again, making you moan. Chris went from your mouth to your neck, softly sucking your sensitive spot. “Please daddy, I want to feel you.” you whimpered out as Henry sped his movement up. Chris looked up at you and untied you.

Your arms were immediately wrapped around Chris while you tucked your fingers in his hair. His hands cupped your breast as he started kissing you again. Henry started pounding you out and you moaned out loudly. Chris softly rubbed your cheek with his thumb for comfort. “You’re doing so well princess. Taking his cock. I’m so proud of you.” he praised you, making you even wetter. Henry’s finger connected to your clit and you arched your back for the euphoric feeling.

Chris still laid half on top of you on his side. “You close baby girl?” you nodded to Chris and he attached his mouth to your nipple for more sensation and you screamed out “I’m gonna cum.” You warned them and Henry sped his movement up, completely ruining you while you clenched around him. He grunted above you loudly.  “I’m not going to last long, I’m gonna cum too.” Henry warned. “Cum for me, please daddy.” You begged, making Chris smile proudly. “Fill her up” Chris told Henry while he kept looking at you with a seductive look. You felt his warm cum shooting into you and Henry collapsed on you while moaning loudly and out of breath but still moved slowly in and out of you, his cock covered with your cum and his own.

“Get out of her. It’s my turn.” Chris told Henry but looked at you darkly again and you knew this was far from done. Henry got out of your and changed positions with Chris. Henry stood next to you. “Lick the cum off of my cock princess.” His big hand was on the back of your head and led you to his cock that was covered in cum. Now you could see how big and thick Henry’s cock really was.

Chris pushed into you without warning and immediately picked up pace. “Take it baby. Take my cock and put his in your mouth.” He commanded. You wrapped your small hand around his cock and licked his shaft before teasing the tip. You tried to take him all in again but you weren’t able.

Chris got out of you and placed you horizontal on the bed, with your head off the bed and walked away to get something.  “You can fuck her pretty mouth now.” he told Henry and Henry smiled lovingly at you, sending butterflies in your stomach. “I got something for you baby girl, even though you don’t deserve it, I need to feel you clench around my cock.” He told you and you looked up to see a magic wand. “Let’s see how many times you can cum tonight hmh?” he told you belittling.

Chris got into you again, his cock covered with Henry’s cum and yours and god it was hot to see. He pushed the magic wand on and put it on your clit. Your legs immediately started to shake and you moaned loudly. “Put daddy’s cock in your mouth princess.” Henry told you sweetly and you got his cock into your hand, leading it to your mouth. Henry let his head fall backward from pleasure. Your eyes immediately filled up with tears. Henry pushed more into your mouth while you gagged around him.

Henry leaned over you and got the magic wand from Chris and held it against your clit while his other hand squeezed your nipple. You wanted to say that you were cumming but you could only murmur around Henry’s cock. “Your gonna cum aren’t you baby? I can feel you.

Henry got his hand away from your nipple and wrapped it around your throat, jerking himself off as there was a visible throat bulge. Henry grunted above you and he got hard in no time in your throat, making you gag. Every time you gagged, he got a little bit out of you and let you take a breath. Your legs started to shake and Chris held them tightly as you came hard onto his cock, making him groan and moan, trying to fuck you through your orgasm.

“There you go baby, there you go.” Chris panted out. Henry got out of your throat and Chris stopped moving, letting you shake around him before getting out of you. Henry got you up from the bed and you were finally face to face with him as Chris laid down on his back, slowly stroking his cock as he watched the interaction between you and Henry.

He smirked smugly at you and started kissing you deeply while your hands wandered over his broad chest. His hand went over your body while the other was on your cheek. His hand went over your sensitive clit and he pushed a finger in, making you moan out. In no time he put the second finger in and pumped in and out of you. His other hand grabbed you by your throat so he held you up, since you were close to collapsing. “You got another one in you, I know you do. You do, don’t you princess.” He cooed as the tears fell over your cheek and Henry kissed them away.

“Come on sweetheart.” His fingers and hand started to move more and violently. Your pussy made that wet sound again as you clenched around his fingers, making you squirt and kept going, ruining you completely and felt like you had no energy left inside of you. “You’re such a good baby.” Henry praised you and let you fall on the bed. “Look at the mess you made. Such a good girl.”

You were panting and flustered, your whole body felt on fire, everything was so extremely sensitive and you knew they weren’t done with you yet. “Climb on his cock princess.” Henry told you. You tried to get up, looking desperately at Chris with tears still flowing over your cheeks. He gave you a loving and almost sympathetic smile as he wiped them away. “Do as you are told and get on my cock.” He told you.

You tried to get up but collapsed. Henry wrapped his hands around your stomach and pulled you easily up on all fours. He smacked your ass, making you whine loudly. “Hurry up.” he told you, making Chris grin. You slowly climbed on Chris cock and put him slowly in, but everything was overstimulated and you clenched around him, falling on his chest drained.

Chris put his hips up and started fucking you, your tears falling on his chest while he started pounding you out again. Henry spit on your ass and rubbed it over your other entrance with his fingers, slowly putting one finger in. You moaned very loud from the pain and Chris covered your mouth as he pounded you out merciless. Your face buried in the crook of his neck and he pushed you down so your mouth was covered by his neck. You whimpered but you were so drained, you couldn’t even move away.

Chris found your g-spot and started pounding it, making you squirt again. His legs were covered with your juice and so was Henry’s chest. “Awww there you go, our pretty dumb baby.” you were unable to talk at this point. “Were going to fill you up baby.” Chris whispered in your ear, making your pussy clench around him. “Ohhhh she likes that idea Henry. I can feel her squeeze around me. I think it’s time.” He told Henry and you felt the your stomach drop from nervousness. “Let’s put two cocks in her.” Chris said and the dreaded feeling came back but your body gave you away with squeezing around his cock again, making Chris laugh mockingly.

“Yeah she likes that idea. Go ahead.” He told Henry. Luckily for you, Henry took a pity on you and started with adding another finger, pumping in and out of you. Once you were just a little stretched out, he decided it was time. His cock teased your other entrance and Chris stopped all his movement so Henry could join. He slowly pushed forward, making you cry out loud. “Aww baby, the pain is over in no time.” Chris told you, giving you a little comfort, petting your hair and wiping away the tears. “You remember the safe word right baby? You use it when it’s too much.” Chris told you, breaking character. You nodded with tears over your cheeks. “Repeat the safe word to me baby.” Henry stopped moving.

“Strawberry.” Chris nodded and softly rubbed your cheek and nodded with a look of love and care in his eyes. “Do you want to continue?” He genuinely asked you with worry laced his voice. You nodded and Chris looked over your shoulder to Henry and nodded. Henry slowly moved in and out of you, not even halfway in but tried to loosen you up as he groaned above you. Chris started moving as well, making you moan out loud, feeling completely stuffed.

“I’m gonna cum again daddy” you moaned out, never stopped crying. “ Ohh again baby? You can’t stop cumming can you? Do your daddies make you feel this good?��� you nodded, moaning out and clenched on both cocks. Henry and Chris moaned out loudly. Henry got the magic wand again and passed it on to Chris.

Chris let it rest next to him for a minute. When you collapsed on Chris’s chest again, Henry sped up his movement and fucked you fast, Chris joining him. Henry got you up from Chris’s chest and held you against his own, one hand wrapped around your throat and the other on your breast keeping you up. Chris’s hands were on your hips, holding you up as well while he pounded you out just like Henry.

You moaned so loud, you don’t think you’ve ever been this vocal. Henry placed feathery kisses on the side of your head. Your ears were buzzing and you saw dots in front of you while both cock were glazed with your cum, moving in and out of you.

Chris got the magic wand again and put it directly onto your clit. The boys had to help you up because you would’ve collapsed again otherwise.  Henry bit your earlobe teasingly and you held their cocks into a death grip.

“I can’t hold it longer sweetheart. Hold it so we cum together.” Henry told you. “I’m gonna cum soon too.” Chris panted out, sweat buds collecting on his forehead and his hair damp from sweat. Henry’s sweaty body was pressed to yours as he held you tightly against him.

“We’re gonna stuff you with our cum and make sure, that you’re unable to walk after.” Henry panted in your ear. You cried out as you couldn’t handle it anymore and came hard again, losing count from how many times you had cum that night. You clenched around them and out of reaction they came too, shooting you full with cum.

They let go of you and you fell on top of Chris. Chris’s cum dripped down on his cock and Henry got out of you, making his cum drip down as well. Everyone was exhausted and out of breath. Chris held you tightly while panting in your ear. You could feel the thundering of his heart against your chest.

He collected himself and cupped your cheeks, looking a little worried at you. He’d never been this rough with you before. “Are you okay baby?” looking intently into your eyes. you nodded. “Exhausted” was the only thing you could say. Chris nodded but the worry never leaving his face. He got out of you, making you cry out again and he felt remorse “I’m so sorry baby.” he told you and placed you next to Henry.

Henry pulled you up, letting you rest on his chest while he softly went with his hand over your hair and kissed your head. “You’re okay baby. We’ll take care of you.” he told you softly, worried as well. Chris came back with a washcloth, knowing you weren’t able to get up right now and cleaned you up as far as he could. Henry comforted you and both the boys saw that they needed to be extremely soft with you as you sniffled. They exchanged looks with each other from worry. “Are you really okay sweetheart?” Henry asked you feeling extremely guilty. Chris laid next to you, holding you as well. “No I’m okay. Just really drained. But I liked it.” you told them when you were able to, the last part a little embarrassed.

“In that case, I’m open to doing it again, only a bit softer.” Chris told you chuckling and you smiled tiredly. “Me too, I really liked it.” Henry told you. “I’d like that.” You told them and closed your eyes. “Get some sleep baby. You deserve it. We’ll take care of you now.” Chris told you, placing a piece of hair behind your ear and softly planting a kiss on your shoulder. He let Henry hold you for now, knowing you couldn’t even move at this point. “We’ll be here when you wake up.” Henry kissed your forehead and you softly dozed off in a much needed sleep.

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Miscommunications- slightly mean!Chris Evans xreader Fan Fic

Summary: Chris and Y/N meet at a new movie job and Chris is a little mean to her and Y/N takes it personally and chris notices she’s upset and goes over to talk to her

Warnings: Angst, mentions of crying a bit, slightly mean Chris, some swearing, happy ending, let me know if i miss anything

~Y/N’s POV~

I got hired for a new movie and I was really excited yet super nervous because I’d be working with Chris Evans, I was so excited but really nervous because he was captain america. Before I got to the studio I had practiced what I was gonna say to him when I saw him. I saw Chris standing in the other room with a few other people and I went to go talk to everyone and I said “hi, I’m Y/N I’m here for the movie project.” One of the people said “oh right hello nice to meet you ok great everyone is here.” Chris looked at me and nodded and said “hey.” I wasn’t sure if it was just me overthinking but how he said hi to me seemed kinda rude but I was nice and said “it’s nice to meet you Chris.” I waited for him to respond but he just gestured with a nod and turned away and started talking with a few of the other people again so I went over by sone other people and I mingled for a bit and we practiced our lines. In between practicing I noticed Chris would stare at me from across the room sometimes and I would look at him wondering what he was thinking and I was still kinda sad our first conversation didn’t go as I was hoping.

They called lunch break a bit later on and a few tables were set up with food and plates so I went to go get something and I noticed Chris standing next to me and I looked at him and said “hey again. How’s it going?” Chris looked at me for a second and shrugged his shoulders and said “it’s going ya know?” I started feeling like he didn’t even wanna talk to me or maybe even hated me though I wasn’t sure why and I started crying but tried to keep myself together and ate lunch at a table alone and checked my messages a bit and ignore Chris.

~Chris’s POV~

I felt bad for not talking to Y/N I really liked her when she first cane in I just didn’t know how to tell her that or how to even act around her and she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve met, I saw her sitting by herself and decided to go fix how I left things with her because I feel like I was a jerk to her and I could tell she was a bit upset, I got up and said to myself, “ok lets go we’re gonna go talk to her.” I walked over to the table she was sitting at and I said “hey, mind if I sit down?” Y/N looked up at me with a nervous look and said “yea, of course Chris..” I sat down by her and looked at her making sure to smile and said “hey so I wanted to apologize Y/N, how I interacted with you wasn’t fair and I’m sorry I really am. When you first got here I likes you and thought you were sweet and I thought maybe we could start over snd if you like, we could read our lines together?” She smiled at me which I took as a good sign.

Y/N got her script out and said “hey, before we start I just wanted to say thank you for coming to apologize and just you smiling at me made my day.” I blushed at her and said “hey you’re welcome I want you to feel like you’re welcome here and I’m glad I could make you smile, ready?” She nodded and we read our lines back and forth for a while and whenever she read one of het lines I couldn’t help but smile at her I loved listening to her talk. Y/N stopped and said “Chris? You ok there?” I realized I was staring at her and got out of thoughts feeling embarrassed and said “yea I’m fine I’m sorry I just loved how you were reading your lines doll, very passionate you’re amazing.” Y/N looked surprised and said “oh, thank you Chris that’s really sweet of you to say but I’m not as good as you.” I put my hand on hers and said “hey, listen to me Y/N ok? You are an amazing actress I’ve sewn your work and listening to you reading here I’m even more impressed and never doubt yourself ok? I mean it.” Y/N started crying got up and cane over to hug me which caught me off guard but I liked that she hugged me so I hugged her back and Y/N said “thank you so much Chris! That means so much to me coming from you! Though you’re still a jerk sometimes..” I pulled her in closer holding her & I pulled away for a second so I could look at her and I said “no need to thank me sweetheart I meant every word, and I know I’m sorry again about the miscommunication hun by the way if this is not too out of line would you maybe wanna go out with me? I really like you Y/N and I would love to spend more time with you.”

Y/N smiled and said “You must be reading my mind Chris because I was gonna ask you that as well, and I like you too and I would love to go out with you sir.” I felt relieved that she felt the same way I was so nervous about asking her god she’s adorable. I got my phone and had us switch numbers and I kissed het cheek before I left I winked at her and I said “I’ll see you soon doll I promise.”

Hey lovelies I hope you like this one 😊❤️ I know it’s probably not my best one 🥺😅 but I did my best xx

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Can you write where Chris is dating a voice actress reader for different animation series (for example: avengers assemble as black widow, tangle TV series as cass, the Simpsons as Lisa)

Sealed with a Kiss

Chris was running late to the rehearsals for his new animated project. Everyone was already in the office waiting for him. When he opened the door, he could see only you. You were an actress who was doing a voice-over for all his favorite animated movies. Your honest smile and red lipstick were magnificent to him. Evans was at this point in his life where he couldn't decide what to do. He got used to the bachelor life, on the other hand, he wanted to fall in love. He decided he wanted to give it a shot for the last time and get close to you.

Three months later, when the production was finally over, he asked you for a favor. His niece was a fan of the characters that you were voice-covering. He asked you if could you call her and have a short chat. It would earn him the title of the best uncle ever.

The phone call went smoothly, and the little girl was over the moon. It warmed your heart seeing Chris so invested in his family's life. Since then, you and Chris had coffee dates and exchange an hours-long phone calls.

There was a rumor in town that you are moving. Of course, it wasn’t true, but it forced Chris to be honest with you and express his feelings. He showed up at your door at 6 am with a bag of cookies. You also had a feelings for Chris, so you both made a deal to be together, and sealed it with a kiss.

10 years later...

It was Thanksgiving at your parent's house. Your two kids were running around the table with their cousins. You were sitting next to Chris looking at him lovingly. He kissed your hand. On the TV, in the background, there was a movie that changed your and Chris's life.

Evans turned his head and called his children: “Kids, it’s time to go home, but before we go, I will tell you how I met your mother."

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I’ve just read Thorn 85000 times I’m literally frothing at the mouth. I can’t stop thinking of Lloyd and his low-key bimbo wife who gets everything and anything she asks for and let’s him use her in any way he wants in exchange for cute heels or a nice dress she’s wanted for a while. She gets her own car of her choice and 4 of the best cia trained body guards Lloyd could find to escort her wherever she wants to on the rare occasion Lloyd himself isn’t available to accompany her. Lloyds bimbo wife and her humongous body guards who she adores and makes carry around her mountain of shopping bags so her extremely expensive manicure that Lloyd paid for doesn’t get chipped and the only thing she carries around herself is her husbands credit card.

“I know you’ve already said no baby but please please can we get a dog? Just a little Pomeranian or something, nothing big”

“If you bend over this table right now and let me have that gorgeous fucking ass maybe I’ll think about it sweetheart”

“Okay😊😊” as she bends over immediately

Please develop on them if you can Omg, you’ve awoken a beast within me.

Oh. My. God. Anon yes.

You’d walk through the halls in a flowy dresses that Lloyd picked for you. Three men are always located to where you are, you know their names and families. Lloyd was flustered when you addressed them by their name and not their unit. When Lloyd deals with “business” he makes you promise to stay in your room. Everything you asked for is in there, ceiling to floor wall to wall is decorated in your image. Beautiful *expensive murals are painted above your bannister. You can tell whether the meeting was good or bad by how rough Lloyd is after. Some nights he can’t even look at you the same, others he’ll stay until dawn. One time he overslept and got caught with his big arm around your waist. You live a simple life, being a gopher for all his needs. He wants a massage with organic oils he requests you, he wants to hunt you in his labyrinth of a maze he gets it. And in return, you get a lavish life with a big man who hates anything soft. Yet, he returns to you each and every night.

Some nights he doesn’t come in, simply shooting you a text of his girthy cock between his broad thighs. “Thinking of you.” You may be oblivious to a lot of things but you know that he’s doing it to be cruel. Lloyd runs before daylight each morning, if he wanted you that bad he’d take it. He does it to keep you wanting he often thinks your tamed side he’s worked so hard on will become spoiled. When it does there’s a thing he likes to call “resetting” Even if Lloyd is a busy man he sets aside his schedule for however long to punish you. To make you remember that your his flower and he’ll pluck as many petals as he pleases. Once you’ve learned your lesson, he takes you out to go shopping or a vacation as a reward. He took you to Disneyland because your pleas finally got to him. He hated every minute of it. *He got to fuck you behind Splash Mountain so he called it a compromise.

When Lloyd is away for business he puts you in charge of keeping his castle maintained. He frequently keeps in touch, sending you lots of tough love. And m a n y unsolicited inappropriate photos. You were having breakfast, chatting with one of the guards when a message from Lloyd popped up. Him fucking his fist in a rapid pace with the sound on. If the guard wasn’t already scarred from working with Lloyd then he was now. Lloyd knows how to please his dopey petal. He comes home with tons of gifts. From tailored dresses, jewelry, to stuffed animals he gave you all. He made sure you lived like a princess.

The catch was you’d have to let the god of a man rearrange your guts and tear your ass into different shades of red. He’d never actually hurt you to where your skin would scar. He’d just fuck you raw and relentlessly. Pretty pink skirt of a dress pulled up to under your tits. Tits pooling out the front. Your acrylic nails leaving long streaks of bloody scratches down his back. Your heels digging into his ample ass. Each thrust splits your poor cunt into two. His cum filled your channels to the point where when he pulled out you still felt full. He’s gotten better albeit still the worst at aftercare, but now he kisses you sometimes and calls you pretty things. Lloyd Hansen lives like a king and it only makes sense to have you as his princess.

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Summer wedding Part 6 (epilogue not not really I'm continuing it) would LOVE comments

Reposts and COMMENTS are welcome and appreciated. You do not have my permission to repost, publish or translate

Warnings: fluff. Angst, mentions of air plane crashes death, divorce, wedding planning and Duh Ari

"Ari" she was surprised to see him there only because the two of you haven't spoken in she doesn't know. Her first instinct for some reason is to look for Nick, her partner in crime, but then she took a breath she isn't the same Person Ari doesn't grace her like he once did. He doesn't make her feel small like that anymore. He didn't always but she did want to face him and frankly he looked off. She motioned to the side and there was a nice garden

"I wanted to say congratulations" he couldn't help but look at her in a white dress that hugged her curves just so with daisy cutouts in-between that started with a blush pink

"Nice color" Ari thought, fading to a white that one would never know there was day cut outs unless one was standing this close and paying this much attention. He may never know that Nick was the one who picked it out, who going to look at tuxes he saw the dress and bought in her size. She loved it. But that was Nick. That Nick not ari that did that.

"Thank you"

She paused for a moment and then gave him a hug wrapping my arms around his neck for a moment and sighed before she let go.

She knew Nick wouldn't get jealous and it had been too long they had things that went unsaid that needed to be well, said

"Look about how things ended it wasn't right im sorry.

"No I am it was. It was..." he swollowed hard "I'm just glad your happy."

I could tell me wasn't not completely but thats life.

"So how are things,"

"Good things are good. Maya misses you."

"Tell her I said hi."

There was a beat

"You don't give her the right candy do you?"

"No " he threw his hands up and I couldnt help but chuckle. "Just let her pick it out from party city itll save time and you'll know for next time."

"I tried getting what used to eat but-"

"She likes the stuff she can't get there. That's the whole point." I laughed.

"This is nice fancy"

"Thanks Nick parents are throwing it.

What's he do again?"

"Musican and manages an apartment building."

"Interesting.

"Off, my ass" I shouldn't even fallen for that again. His hands go into his noticeably tight front pockets even

"Look when we were together I know I used to send you texts to make sure you were ok and I never meant to try and be controling or know where you are to be an ass but with my job I you never stop worrying that someone will take someone you love and -

I understood. Let me guess last girlfriend didn't did you you didn't I guess couldn't just run around and tell everyone you date you're an assasin."

"You believed me"

"Well honey," she scoffed "you told me when we were in Israel are you took me into mossad headquarters kinda makes it look legit not to mention you arranged for a fake passport without telling for there oh and also lets not forget about the what to do if you get kidnapped handbook puts an elegant stamp on things."

"It wasn't a how survive kidnapp mannual:

"Ari half the things in there started with keep your kidnapper calm."this banter was smooth for them familiar...comfortable.

"Most girls would have run for the hills. But not you."

"Well I was stuck in Israel and I dont know those hills. Plus you would have found me."

"I would have always found you" Ari thought through thr slightly uncomfortable but-not-as-uncomfortable-as-they-thought-t-would-be moments of silence as they walked around the garden

"You can stay if you want. We have room."

"It's ok I just wanted to congratulate you."

"You want to say hi to Nick?"

He shook his head no. Ari truely looked sad. He look down and away as she rolled my eyes at the big bad assain.

"If your targets could see you now Come on " she shook her head. Nick appeared out of no where.

" Nick" Ari couldn't miss how her eyes lit up for her fiance....he remembered with longing how they used to do that for him.

"you remember Ari, he came to congratulate us." They shook hands with curt looks. She was hoping her hand on Nick's back was soothing him. He never liked Ari. She motioned for a server to come with drinks.

There was a crash while they all looked and she saw Ari jump a bit. She directly saw him juml "He never jumps." She thought.

"It was just silver ware but the event planner was motioning for the bride and she was torn. "Um" she looked at Nick.

"Play nice."

"You're leaving, soon." Nick stated

Ari shook his head.

Change of P.O.V

I came back. Looking at the two of them.

"Well at least no one is bleeding. That's a good sign."

"I need to go."

"I'll walk you out."

Nick's hand runs down my arm to my hand and I turn to see his smile and I smile back at him.

Ari goes to open the door and I close it.

"What's going on?Ari you jumped you never jump. What happened."

"Nothing long flight."

How he is a spy I will never know.

"Try. Again. Do I need to know something? Or should I just go get Rachel she's in the other room."

He looked a mix of confused and worried and could it be- no just concern.

"No, I everything's fine. I just had to see for myself."

"This?"

He nodded. " I'm leaving for Isreal."

Far to get away from an ex's endgament but ok....

"You'll find someonr Ari so it wasn't me. You'll find her. Stop trying so hard. "

He nods

"You're good man itll happen." I rubbed his back

"Tell Maya I said hi. And give her a hug for me."

"Will do"

And if you're ever in the city one day a d she wants to see the dinosaurs ill go with her."

"What you two like about those dusty bones I'll never get."

He was almost completely over the threshold when I grabbed his arm.

"Milkyways. She loves milkyways and paydays and 100 grands anything with carmel. Her mother doesn't let her eat Carmel."

He looked me up and down slowly With remorse. He really way saying goodbye.

"Bye" he leaned in for a kiss on the cheek.

"Bye."

Three days later I'm looking at news on my phone and it come up that a few body's were found from a wreck of an Israeli airplane with one of them being a New York teacher which is why NBC was reporting on it but no....couldn't be..... he no he went back before. Right. Would Maya be with him? He didn't say....

"Honey what's wrong"

"There was an airplane crash"

"That's horrible."

"Yea a teacher from the city was in it but it was in isreal ari was going back you don't think I'm sure Maya's fine. I'm just Ari sometimes went with her but there want anything about kids. I mean I don't even know where-."

"Only you would worry about an ex's kid."

"Well Nick it was a horrible custody fight. And I wasn't always allowed in the court room with him and she definitely was God forbid her mother leaves her at home so we played battleship for candy outside. That kid had a thing for strategy didnt even have to let her win. I could never even get one hit. "

Nick was laughing

"Are you- why are you laughing at me?"

"Because a 7 year old beat you at battle ship. How many times."

"Shut up" I playfully hit him with a pillow from the couch he returned the playfully gesture.

Nick thought back to his discussion with Ari

No one knows about her but

Shell be safe regardless. I've always kept her safe especially from you.

Look I've apologized 10 times what more do you want.

You. Out.

"I came to say goodbye. That's all" ari wasn't thrilled with Nick's tone. But there was nothing he could do. He made his bed. Time to burn it.

"You have. You're leaving, soon."

Nick stated

Ari shook his head

You talked to Ethan?

Yes my great uncle called me.

A week later a postcard came in the mail

I stood there looking at it. The simple message. Barely a senatance.

"Hon whats wrong?"

"Nothing. Just a post card from an old friend."

Three words but I read it over and over and I knew it had to mean something else but I didn't know what.

"I'm sorry. -Thomas."

Everything ok.

"Yea. Just yea. Ok I cant figure it out."

"I'm sorry."

"So what he do cheat on you?"

"Wha-why do you think I dated everyone?"

"Because who wouldn't want to."

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