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" Scraping their teeth over your neck to have a shiver of arousal run down your spine. "

With Bucky. 🥺

This probably didn't go the way anyone wants, nonnie, and I'm sorry!

Give Me a Name

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Agent!Female Reader Summary: Someone put their hands on you and Bucky can't let it go. Word Count: Over 1.1k Warnings: Tension, threat of violence (not against reader), very minor injury, pet names, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Because who doesn't want a mob boss obsessed with them? ❤️ Edit by the talented @nixakimbo. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Today was a not-so-friendly reminder that mistakes in your job weren’t so easy to fix. You had been in pursuit of a target for weeks and finally managed to catch him. The rookie agent, however, didn’t secure the cuffs and the bastard managed to get a hard hit in when he broke free. The dizziness from the blow was enough to let him get away.

The rookie went after him, but you knew he wouldn’t catch him. You’d have to start all over with tracking him and you didn’t even get a chance to go home to lick your wounds. Not when Bucky’s men showed up and put you in a car.

You should’ve known they were close by.

“I can walk!” You argued minutes later when they brought you to the Barnes mansion. The mob boss had a few homes, but this one had been in the family for years. He had invited you here before, but never took you by force.

Until today.

The men carefully arranged you on a leather sofa in the den before one of them went to get their boss. He hadn’t left the room before the door flew open, the very man he went to find standing there with a look thunderous enough to kill. He snatched something out of one of his soldier’s hands before he went to you, no one daring to speak a word.

You held your breath as you glanced at Bucky. He had the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up as he assessed you, the veins in his arms popped out as he clenched his fists. He was built like a soldier with his massive frame, his life story told in the tattoos and scars that adorned his covered skin. The notorious crime lord more than earned his reputation and he promised he’d tell you his story himself one day.

Today wouldn’t be that day.

He brushed some of his long hair from his eyes before crouching down beside you. He didn’t take his eyes off you as he dabbed at your cheek with the cloth. He stopped when you winced, but you gave him a small smile to let him know he could continue. You didn’t expect tenderness from such a rough man, but you were different to him, weren’t you? You had been since the two of you crossed paths some time ago. Why?

What made you so special?

“Who did this to you?” He asked in a low voice. You could hear that he tried to keep the raging storm inside of him, but his icy eyes showed you everything. The growing fury was bound to come out. Who would he destroy in his path to sate the beast?

“Bucky. I’m fine,” you croaked as you tried to sit up more, but he stopped you from moving. “The guy got lucky and it isn’t anything I haven’t faced before. Just let me get back to work,” you said.

You noticed most of the men nearby avoided eye contact when you looked around. They had every reason to be afraid. James Buchanan Barnes was downright terrifying when crossed.

And crossing you was a worse offense in his eyes.

“Give me a name,” Bucky demanded, though he didn't raise his voice. “Tell me his fucking name so I can take care of it.”

“I can’t,” you whispered. If you did, he’d kill him. No, he’d torture him first. Likely for days on end before he begged for death. And you needed him alive.

That was your job.

Yet, you could never find it in yourself to bring Bucky in.

“Don’t make me shoot you.”

You froze at the cold tone before you realized Bucky didn’t direct that statement at you. One of his men standing feet away turned his head to the side because he got caught staring. You should’ve known better. Whatever cat and mouse game you and the mob boss were playing, it was for him to catch you in his trap, but never hurt you.

Not when he wanted to keep you.

“I’m sorry, boss,” the man promised, his tone wavering when Bucky reached for one of his pistols. “I-”

“‘Cause I’ll do it in a heartbeat and never look back if you glance at her again,” he promised. He was a man of his word. “Leave us. All of you. Now.”

“Bucky, it’s okay,” you assured him as they filed out. The men were dangerous, but you weren’t about to let him shoot the poor guy for looking your way.

“It isn't okay. Someone put their hands on you,” he nearly growled, the soft touch to your cheek a stark contrast to his voice. “You think I can let that go? I can’t. I won’t.”

You brought a hand up to tuck a few strands of his hair behind his ear. His eyes shut for a moment and grabbed your wrist before you could pull away. He dragged your fingers through the short beard along his jaw, like he was starved of your touch and needed more. You didn’t want to admit how much you wanted him.

Not when you belonged in different worlds.

“You don’t have to ‘avenge’ me, Bucky, because I’m not yours,” you said carefully. Were you telling him for his sake or yours? “Let it go. Please.”

The storm continued to rage in his eyes when he opened them and you wondered who would win the battle of the wills. You held your breath again when he moved close, the scent of his woodsy cologne making your head spin. Instead of brushing his lips against yours, he brought his mouth to your neck. Scraping his teeth over your pulse, you couldn’t stop the shiver of arousal that moved down your spine.

“You are mine, Kisa,” he whispered, giving your neck another nip as you tried not to whimper. “And I’m going to find out who did this whether you tell me or not. And I’m going to kill him.”

Your heart shouldn’t have raced faster at his declaration. “If I tell you, will you let me go home?”

“You are home,” he replied, pulling away and looking into your eyes so you could see how serious he was. “And I’d feel a lot better if you got some rest in my bedroom.”

You shuddered because you both knew you wouldn’t get a wink of rest if he took you to bed. And if you slept with him, there would be no turning back. “You can’t keep me prisoner here, Winter.”

The cold and ruthless man who only wanted you.

“You’re not my prisoner, Kisa,” he said, pressing his lips softly to your pained cheek. “But I’m never letting you go.”

He’d prove that to you.

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starry-eyes-love · 9 days

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Never Letting You Go

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Pairing | Agent Javier Pena x Agent F!Reader

Summary | What starts out as a shitty Valentine’s Day turns into everything that you’ve ever wanted. Javi treats you the way you need, by never letting you go.

A/N: First time writing for Javier's character, forgot this was in the vault. Enjoy

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Warnings | 18+, Minors DNI, Smut

Language, angst, mentions of prostitution and Agent work, mentions of the cartel, mentions of cheating (from your previous relationship), grinding, mentions of penetrative sex, soft fluffy moments.

Word Count: 5.5K

“Fuck baby,” he said, grinding against your ass with a little bit more force. “Do you feel that? See, that’s what you fucking do to me woman.” Javi was now rocking harder into you, giving you slow deep thrusts. You could feel his hard outline in his pants as he was seated firmly against you. “This is what you’ve always done to me. I don’t hate you, fuck baby, I like you. I want you. So if you’ll shut up long enough, then maybe you’ll hear me say it.”

Today was Valentine's Day, and usually this was something that didn’t concern Javier Peña. He was a DEA agent that was in the middle of trying to bring down drug dealers and drug lords, he didn’t have time to be concerned about feelings or emotions on a specific day on the calendar. But yet here he was, in the files room pacing back and forth, trying to calm his nerves. Javier was never nervous when it came to the opposite sex. He usually was always so calm, cool, and collected when handling them. Well, except for today that is, and especially when dealing with you. Somehow you had gotten under his skin just enough that now he was pacing back and forth, mind racing of what to do if you didn't like the gift that he just left you on your desk. He was so lost in his own head that he didn’t hear the door open and Steve Murphy step in.

“Javi, what the hell are you-” Steve said, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Javi pacing back and forth, running his hand down his face.

“She ain’t gonna like the gift. Why did you say it was from you and not a secret admirer? Jesus. Soy un idiota (I’m such an idiot).” Javi mumbled to himself.

“You got a lady a Valentine’s gift there Peña?” Murphy said, slamming the files on the desk and causing Javi to jump. Javi just stood there, not answering his friend and fellow DEA agent’s question. Steve, seeing how nervous Javi was, continued to tease him slightly. “Who’s the lucky girl, Peña?”

Before he could answer, they both heard you marching down the hall, yelling, “Peña, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you, you arrogant bastard.”

About a year ago you were transferred to Columbia in an attempt to assist in the capture of Pablo Escobar. At first, you were excited about serving your country and bringing the bad guys to justice. That was before meeting your two male DEA partner’s, however. The first time you met Steve Murphy and Javier Peña it was love at first insult. You were the head female DEA agent hired to work alongside them in helping bring down the Medellín Cartel, and subsequently Pablo Escobar. However, your transfer to Columbia somehow pissed both of them off.

Since you had arrived, all those two idiots did was piss you off one way or another. They were the biggest source of your headaches and irritations to date, and one of the biggest reasons why you hated your current job. They wouldn’t listen to you, and they continuously left you out of the loop on information. To make matters worse, when they got bored you were the target of their practical jokes, like today.

Today was Valentine’s Day, and one day on the calendar that you wished you could just completely remove. You hated Valentine’s Day with a passion, ever since you found your ex-fiance balls deep in your sister on Valentine’s Day one year ago. It was after that you found out that the man who you thought loved you had always cheated on you with your sister, from Moment. Fucking. One. You were together five years with him, and apparently all those five years he was also fucking your sister every chance he got. You were happy to hear that her husband caught them in bed and had filed for a divorce. You thought it was poetic how she lost a man who made a shit ton of money for an asshole who could hardly pay rent for his shitty apartment. So when you took the job transfer to Columbia you felt okay with the situation that had happened, as shitty as it sounded.

But then last night your sister called you and informed you that she was getting married, and that she was pregnant too. She advised you that it would be best if you didn’t attend the wedding because of hard feelings the two of you had. When you asked who the soon-to-be husband and dad was, she had informed you that it was your ex-fiance and that they both were happy they found someone that loved them deeply. As soon as you heard that, you told her to ‘go to fucking hell,’ and then slammed the phone down. Out of anger and rage you grabbed the bottle of alcohol that was on the counter, and downed most of it in one go. Yeah, you weren’t going to that fucking wedding.

When you woke up and realized it was Valentine’s Day, you seriously contemplated calling in work sick. But you remembered that you had a morning meeting with your bosses and you knew that Javi and Steve wouldn’t show up. So you begrudgingly got up and showered, swearing underneath your breath of how life wasn’t fair. You hated today, Valentine’s Day, with a passion. Six years ago you met your ex on Valentine’s Day because he was stood up on a date, a date with your sister you found out much later. Then last year, on Valentine’s Day, you caught him cheating with your sister. How did life get so fucked up?

To add to your already sour mood, when you got into work early you noticed that all the rest of the females in the office had big bouquet of flowers on their desks from Javi and Steve. Each of them had a note saying that they really appreciated all the hard work that they have done, and that they were special angels for helping them out. When you got to your desk you didn’t see any flowers or note telling you that you were special. The only note that you saw was from Steve saying “don’t fuck up this meeting” and asked if you took your “anti-bitch pill today yet.” Yeah you hated this fucking day.

The meeting that was only supposed to be an hour went on for three long hours, and you were berated for two out of the three hours in the meeting. You had to once again mop up the mess that both Steve and Javi had created, promising to get results instead of excuses. Recently, all the leads that your department was getting in capturing Escobar were cold, no one had seen him or heard of him in almost a month. Even when you went in and shook the crime tree, nothing fell out of place which made everyone uneasy, especially your superiors.

Finally when the meeting was over with you were able to return to your desk to try to let your heart and blood pressure return to normal. When you approached your desk, you saw a little basket there with a pretty red ribbon with sparkles in it. You looked around quickly to see if anyone noticed or was standing there, you also glanced quickly under your desk to make sure Steve or Javi wasn’t sitting there waiting for you to relax so they could scare you. When you noticed nothing was out of the ordinary you felt your heart flutter in your chest, especially when the tag read “to the most special DEA female agent” in Javier’s handwriting.

At first your heart fluttered, thinking that finally someone, Javi, took the time to give a shit. If you were being honest with yourself, you did like Javier Peña. He was very sexy and attractive. When he wasn’t being an asshole, he was truly sensitive and understood the female sex with their emotions. You thought that he didn’t care anymore about you, but the longer you looked at the name tag on your gift, the more you thought that maybe you were wrong at your assessment. Your heart raced and you felt the heat creep up your neck at the thought that maybe Javi did see you as something more than just an individual who worked with him each day. But when you opened the basket and saw the gift that was laying there for you, your wonder turned into embarrassment as your face fell. Then when you read the note inside you saw red with anger. That bastard took it one step too far this time.

Once Javi heard your voice he suddenly froze, slowly listening to where you were coming from. When he realized that you were getting closer, he glanced over at Murphy with wide, scared eyes. He mouthed “shh, shut the fuck up,” when Steve went to open his mouth to ask Javi something.

As Steve stood there he was trying to understand what the hell his partner had done to anger you so much. He mouthed to Javi ‘what the fuck did you do man?’ Javi just shook his head and placed his finger to his lips to silence Steve’s further questioning. He wasn’t trying to be a coward, but with how angry you were right now, he didn’t want to come face to face with you. Yes, Javi had a knack for pissing you off so much that you’d threaten to kill him. But from how angry you sounded, he figured that if he was standing in front of you right now, that you would in fact shoot him dead.

Javi and Steve continued to stand in silence together for a few minutes. Javi was hoping that you would just continue down the hallway and not stop outside of this door. For a moment it sounded like you had moved on, so much so that Javi felt himself visibly relax and let out a sigh. But that moment was short lived. When Javi heard the door knob turn he quickly said, “shit Murph, lie,” and then he ducked behind one of the filing cabinets against the wall.

“What the-” Steve said, looking confused, but for only a minute as you quickly came bursting through the door seething with anger.

“Murphy, where is he?” you said, steam practically coming out of your ears at how mad and pissed off you were at Javier Peña.

“I don’t-”

“Don’t give me that I don’t know shit. You two are practically glued together at the hip, so where the hell is he?” You bit back, standing right in front of Steve’s face.

“Woah, now wait just a second there princess, don’t be biting my head off. I don’t know where he is, or what he’s done, but you can just curb that attitude of yours and-”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what he’s done. This smells like both Peña and Murphy antics to me,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well sorry cariño, I don’t know where he is or what he’s done.”

Huffing, you let out another long sigh, balling your fists up and slamming them tight against your side. “This is what he’s done,” you said, shoving the box you were holding with the card in his face. “And if you happen to see him, you can tell him that I’m looking for him.”

You went to leave, but Murphy blocked your exit saying, “wait a second here princess, don’t go and give me something like this and then take off. Let’s see what’s gotten your panties in a twist.”

“I knew it, it was your idea. I don’t get why you both have to always be so-” But before you could finish Steve had opened the box and saw what was inside it. Steve pulled out a pair of black lace panties that had a vibrator attached to them, and as he did he noticed the note at the bottom of the box. The note was written in Javi’s handwriting and said, “for all those lonely nights baby, when you’re so wound up and don’t have a man that can be inside you. Enjoy.” Signed, Javier Peña.

Murphy was shocked at what he saw and couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He knew Javi loved to rile you up, and he had to hand it to his partner, he definitely got you going. It was the perfect gift to get even for all those irritating moments the three of you had. But when he looked up at you he immediately froze, his laugh dying out in his throat. Your eyes were red and puffy now as frustrated tears streamed down your face. Steve could tell that the jokes maybe went a little too far this time.

“Sweetheart, we’re-”

“Don’t, just don’t Steve,” you said, grabbing the box and throwing everything back inside, not wanting to look up at him. “I get it, it’s a joke. A really fucking mean joke, ya know. You all can have any woman that you want. And here I am, in Columbia, and I can’t even get sleazy drug lords to choose me when I’m undercover. Shit, I couldn’t even keep my ex-fiance faithful on this day. You guys will find this hilarious, last year I found my ex fucking my sister. Apparently he never wanted me, wanted her cause now they’re getting married and having a baby and I’m not welcome around my family any more, cause I guess I can’t keep anyone happy. So nice of you to give the other girls flowers, and tell them how great they are when they don’t even fucking do anything for you. Meanwhile I have five bullet wounds and several cracked ribs for covering your asses. By the way, you guys are getting a raise in pay and I’m getting a 5 dollar reduction in pay. Apparently the superiors feel that it’ll give you guys motivation or something. So yeah, you’re right, perfect joke. Happy fucking Valentine’s Day to me.” And with that you left, slamming the door.

This was a joke that Peña and Murphy started with you about six months ago when you were placed undercover to go and try to extract information of the whereabouts of Pablo Escobar. They placed you at a brothel, knowing that some of Pablo’s higher up men were going to come to choose women to give them sexual favors for the night. With the help of a few informants, they had dressed you up and gave you pointers on how women acted in these places in Colombia. Javi had made a joke at you that you were the highest paid prostitute on the street, but when it came time for Pablo’s men to take you, you were the only one left behind. You weren’t ugly, you actually were quite beautiful, but that night Javi and Murphy had a hay day with you, as you were the only one that was not chosen. To make matters worse, you had gone out with them that night and couldn’t even get a guy to buy you a drink at the bar, let alone talk with you. And now the joke, you thought, had gone too far. Humiliated and embarrassed, you went and gathered your things and left to go home for the day, not wanting to see anyone again.

After you stormed out, and Murphy knew you were gone, he walked over to where Javi was, facing the back wall. “You got her vibrating panties?” Steve said, shaking his head and laughing.

“At the time, I thought it was a good idea. But something got lost in translation I suppose,” he said, still not wanting to leave his hiding spot.

“Peña, let me give you some advice. If you like a girl, don’t get her vibrating panties and then give her a card that says ‘for all those lonely nights when you don’t have a man.’ It just makes you look like an even bigger dick than what you already are.”

“Yeah, I realize that now,” he said, still not coming out of his hiding spot.

“Did ya know any of that other shit she was talking about?” Steve said, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it. Javi shook his head no as he came out of where he was hiding.

“Kinda fucked up if you ask me. Fucking her own sister and then marrying her. Talk about a cold hearted son of a bitch.”

“Yeah, I never knew. Fuck Murph, what do I do?”

“You already know what you gotta do man. Or do I need to call her back in here so she can spell it out for you?”

“Fuck you,” Javi said, walking out the door to go find you. He felt like the biggest dick right now. The gift and note wasn’t a joke from him, and he hated to think that you felt like it was.

Javi eventually learned that you had decided to go home for the day, leaving your work here. “She’s taking a sick day,” is what Maria, the secretary in the front office, had told him. Javi had attempted to get some paperwork done, but he kept thinking about you and how hurt you sounded when talking with Murphy. He didn’t mean for it to come off as a joke, in fact Javi wanted you to have the panties for a good reason, he wanted you to wear them for him.

Javi had been the biggest pain in your ass from the start. He was always coming over to your desk, forcing you to work through his work, making you work in the field with him, etc. To you it felt like he was punishing you for being good at your job. But in reality, he secretly liked you and wanted to be with you. Javi didn’t know why he couldn’t communicate his feelings to you, why he always had to make fun of you or rile you up. “I’m taking a sick day,” Javi told Murphy as he walked towards the door.

Murphy, who was still at his desk, said “Connie said she’s at home now.” Connie was one of your best friends here in Colombia. Being in a foreign country was hard, and making friends was even harder, especially what you did for a job. Your friends back at home disagreed with your career choice of being sent to Colombia, so your entire support structure was no longer there. Connie was one of the nicest women you had met or seen in the longest time. She understood your career choice, and didn’t hold it against you when your plans would change.

Javi had stopped and bought a dozen flowers from a street vendor before he got to your house. When he knocked on the door he softly said, “querida, I’m so sorry. Please open up, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I-”

“Who the fuck said you made me cry Peña?” you said, opening up the door suddenly, looking up at him with bloodshot eyes, tears at your lash line.

“No one I, Jesus woman, c’mere,” he said, stepping inside and placing the flowers on the end table by the door when he saw your face. He then reached for you, pulled you tight into his chest, holding you as the dam opened up again and the tears fell. “I’m so sorry baby, so sorry. I didn’t mean how it came out, fuck-”

“What did I do for you to hate me?” you said, voice muffled in his chest.

“Nothin’ baby, I don’t hate you, I-” he said, rubbing his hand up and down your back, trying to soothe you. This was not going the way that he had hoped.

“I mean, I pull extra duty, and am one of the strongest hitters on the team. Fuck Javi, I even have brought in more leads than Murphy and yet you publicly humiliate me.” You said, as a sob broke free from your mouth. You didn’t know why you were opening up, allowing Javi to attempt to soothe you. You just didn’t have it in you to fight right now, too emotionally worked up to even care.

“No, no, baby. It ain’t like that, look at me,” Javi said, pulling you away from his chest and gently cupping your face with his hands. “Querida, I got them for you and for me, for you to think about me.”

Shaking your head you stepped back and said, “what? Peña, what the fuck are you talking about for you and me? I’m not-”

“Shit, this ain’t coming out the way I wanted it to,” Javi said, pacing back and forth in your living room. Javi was mumbling to himself, unsure of how to deal with the situation and correct it. Not knowing how to place it into words, his feelings, he thought that he could show you. He immediately reached for you and kissed you hard on the lips. Javi, once again, was hoping the kiss would show you that he cared, but all you read was he was being condescending once again. You immediately pulled back and found your strength and slapped Javi hard across his face.

“Javi, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Just because I’m crying, trying to understand why the guy I have a crush on hates me, doesn’t give you the right to-”

“I like you,” he said, rubbing the sting site he felt across his cheek. Damn that woman could hit hard, he thought to himself. You continued to talk overtop of him, not realizing what he just said. You kept saying how much of an asshole he’s been to you and how much you hate men as you’ve always been taken advantage of. Javi shook his head at you, hearing words such as dickhead, asshole along with other words such as, pendejo and cabrón. You kept telling him off, not listening to anything that he had just told you.

With a sarcastic laugh, he said, “I can’t fucking believe you, you don’t listen baby.” He was now getting just as frustrated at you for not listening to him. She says I don’t listen, hell, she doesn’t listen.

All you heard was ‘I can’t fucking believe you’ and nothing else. Once again, you marched over to smack Javi hard across the face. But this time, he caught your hand mid-air saying, “I don’t think so cariño. You only get one free hit, and you already used it up for today.”

The sadness that you felt earlier had now turned into blinding anger and rage. You started fighting back. You were done with men treating you like assholes, for cheating on you with your sister, for not listening to you or even attempt at paying attention. You started hitting Javi’s chest, yelling at him and saying, “you’re an asshole,” over and over again. You were throwing a temper tantrum, frustrated about the last few days, and Javi was your outlet. However, Javi didn’t see your attitude nor behavior as enduring or even cute. Him, having about enough of you using him as a physical punching bag, decided to take matters into his own hands to calm you down. He grabbed your hand and threw it behind your back, slamming you to the ground while yelling, “Enough.”

You kept trying to kick him, to hurt him more. You weren’t part of this planet anymore, you just saw red at reliving every shitty moment for the last six years. Of taking the smacks to the face your boyfriend gave you when he was drunk and you questioned why he had red lipstick stains on his shirt and around his cock as you undressed him from a night out with his friends. What you didn’t know is that it was your sister’s lips that were around him, and not some other woman. It didn’t make those moments easier, but you always thought that maybe it was just a one night stand, not a five year long relationship behind your back.

You kept kicking Javi, yelling that you were done with people hurting you, clearly not seeing him anymore. To help calm you down, Javi maneuvered his body so he was sitting on your ass, with your arm behind your back. Your chest was laying flat on the floor, his chest then tight on your back as he snarled in your ear, “you’re gonna stop this shit, right now, stop trying to hit me.”

“Fuck you David-” you said, not realizing that you called him your ex.

“I’m not him baby. I never was, nor will I ever be him. So stop calling me David, my name isn’t fucking David.” Javi growled in your ear, leaning harder into you to get you to calm down.

You finally relaxed at hearing Javi speak to you, reminding yourself that he wasn’t your ex. As soon as you relaxed Javi released your arm, but stayed firm against you, hands on both sides of your head as he breathed hard and fast at the fight that you gave him. It was then that you remembered everything that Javi and you were, everything that you were alone.

Sometimes at night when you couldn’t sleep you’d go back into work and find Javi working alone at his desk. He’d always come over and ask you why you were showing up at work around midnight on a day where you just placed in 12 hours. Alone the two of you would always find moments where you could be soft with each other. He’d order you both greasy pizza to eat at night and he’d tease you of picking off all the pepperoni. Nights where you were scared to be home alone, he’d take you back to his house and you’d sleep in his bed when he slept on the couch. When you got shot several times, after you were discharged home, he’d stay with you in your apartment. He even slept next to you on your bed a few times.

He also bathed you when you got sick with a fever from the infection of the bullet wounds, and nursed you back to health for several weeks. If you were being honest, Javi was your best friend when the two of you were alone. But at work, he was the biggest dickhead. You were jealous when he started flirting with the new secretary that came in, Phillis, and hated when you saw him at the brothel down the street. Javi never attempted sex with you, and honestly, it upset you. You wanted him, but apparently he never wanted you. So at work you took out your frustration the only way you knew how, you became a pain in his ass like he was a pain in yours.

But when Javi didn’t move, continuing to breathe hard in and out, you knew that something had changed. You went to move your ass and immediately he hissed “don’t” as his hips stayed tight against yours, not moving nor letting you up. After a moment of submitting to him you heard him ask in a strained voice “are you calm enough for me to move or do we have to keep you like this for a little longer?”

You didn’t know why you felt like saying it out loud, but you didn’t want to play this game of not being honest with him anymore. “I’ve calmed down, but Javi, I’d like it if you stay like this for a little while, hell you can even push deeper into me if you want.” You gave Javi a little wiggle of your ass at his statement.

The air around the two of you changed, thickening with sexual tension. “Shit baby, ya can’t say that to me,'' he said, slightly leaning forward and pushing his crotch tighter to your ass. You felt him slightly rock back and forth, groaning at the feel of you beneath him.

You slightly arched your back, pushing up so he could kiss your neck. When you changed the position both of you moaned loud in unison, feeling his hips slowly grind harder into you. You never remembered feeling this good by just letting a man grind into you, but fuck, Javi was slowly making you feel feral.

“Javi, I don’t-” you said slowly.

“No,” He growled, not wanting you to tell him to stop. He couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t hold back. He wanted so desperately to be deep inside of your warm cunt that he was struggling right now to keep his composure. “Fuck hermosa, feel what you do to me.”

But you were, you felt how much Javi wanted you and you knew how much you wanted him. You laid there and let him slowly grind his hips into you again until something snapped inside.

“Javi, fuck me,” you said, pushing your ass harded back into him.

Javi immediately stilled his hips at your statement, looking down at you, trying to determine if what you were asking was what he thought. When he didn’t respond again, you said with a little more bite, “Javi, you gave me a vibrator for all those lonely nights when I don’t have a man’s dick inside of me. Please, I don’t want to use the vibrator tonight. For once on Valentine’s Day I want a man inside me that fucking cares. If you really care, please give me that.”

You felt Javi get off from you and walk away, towards the door, rustling around with something. You laid face down in the middle of your living room, tears welling up in your eyes at being rejected once again. You hated this fucking holiday, but when you let out a little sniffle you felt his hand cup your chin, turning you to the side. With the softest eyes possible he said, “come on now, no more crying. Now up you go,” as he helped you stand. Once you were standing he smiled down at you and then gave you a slow tender kiss on the lips. When he pulled back he held out the black lace panties in front of your face.

“Here, I bought these for you. Now, go and put them on, and let me see them on you. Then I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve, like a man that’s wanted to be with you from the moment he laid eyes on you. Fuck what you stupid ex did to you last year-”

“And every year before,” you said softly.

Javi’s eyes got impossibly dark, anger and lust mixing with them. He hated your ex, the man that broke you. If Javi had to spend the rest of his life showing you that you deserved more, then he would do it. Fuck his superiors, or anyone else that thought he and you shouldn’t be together.

“The fact that you say that makes me angry that any man would ever-”

“Forget it Javi, it’s-”

“No. Now pay attention sweetheart, cause I’m only gonna say it once. No man should ever make you feel like this, ever, you hear me? Now, go put them on baby, and let me see you in them. Then, I’m gonna take you to bed and show you how a man is supposed to treat the woman he cares about.”

“Oh, and how’s that Peña, what are you gonna do that makes me forget all the stupid shit other men have done?” You said, playfully nudging Javi and his cockiness that you have found you love.

Javi grabbed you by the hair and tilted your head back while whispering above you, “I’m gonna fuck you so good that you’re gonna forget every man before me, baby. Then I’m gonna show you how a real man treats the woman he’s crazy over. It’s just you and me, and I’ll remind you of that every night before we go to sleep. There’s no one’s pussy I’d rather be buried in than yours. I only want to be balls deep in you, and not anyone else.” Javi then slammed his lips onto yours and gave you a kiss like you deserved.

Maybe you had to have David be in your life and screw you over, because without him, you’d never have met Javier Peña. Javi was a real man that made good on his promises, of being the man that you needed. Before the night was over, and after you came down from your intense rough sex with him, you found yourself looking into his eyes and seeing the potential for a future once again. As Javi slowly rocked into you, making slow love at the end, he whispered, “you’re mine cariño, and I’m never letting you go.” And that was the thing that tipped you both over the edge, moaning each other’s names and kissing each other like you both had just found your future soulmate.

Javi did make good on his promises, he never let you go.

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Don’t Leave Me

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: After an extremely traumatic experience during the Escobar case, reader debates between staying in Colombia with Javier or leaving him for good.

Warnings: smut (18+) mvrd3r, depression, angst, read at your own risk, minors DNI

A/N: Had to repost because original only posted half 😫 to be fair I was at target lmao

Life as the significant other of a DEA agent was no joke, especially for Javier Peña. You had heard the horror stories on the news, and you knew there was much more gruesome details Javier wasn’t telling you about. He sheltered you to the best of his abilities for your sake and for the sake of his own sanity. He liked coming home to some sort of normalcy, but he loved how even after the most life threatening days all it took was holding you in his arms and kissing your lips to make everything all right again. You were his sanctuary, his home.

However, after a year into your relationship with Javi, you finally got a small taste of what Pablo Escobar and the Colombian cartels were capable of.

Javier didn’t give you too many details, but he warned you that it might be safer for you to go back to America and stay with your family until the heat cooled down. Pablo had figured out Javier and Steve Murphy were hot on his tracks and the last thing Javi wanted was for you to get hurt. Nevertheless, you fought against the idea of leaving him—even if it was just temporary—until Javi finally gave in. “You got yourself a fighter, Javs.” Murphy would tell him.

“She doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into.” Javier would respond.

He was right. You had absolutely no fucking idea of what you were getting yourself into, until one morning you woke up to the nonstop ringing of the doorbell to your and Javi’s shared apartment. You should’ve known something was up when you looked through the peephole and saw that nobody was there, but curiosity got the best of you.

When you opened the door, there was a package on the floor with no labels on it. You wanted to ignore it, and if Javier didn’t have to leave early for work that morning he would’ve gotten rid of it himself. You had a gut feeling not to open it, but your body reacted faster than your brain and before you knew it the package was sitting on the coffee table in front of you. The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. Quiet enough that if the package was a bomb, you would hear it. No such sound was made. The Devil and Angel on your shoulders raged against each other on the idea of opening it until you finally started cutting the tape off.

The scream that left your lungs at the sight haunted the entire apartment complex for months. Inside the box were the lifeless head and hands of a woman with features similar to yours. The hands cradled each side of the head while wrapped securely in saran wrap to prevent the blood from dripping. It was pretty clear that this was a message for Javi and for you. They know who you are. They’re watching you.

Javier knew right then and there that you were no longer safe from the reality of this cruel world. His home had been tainted. His sanctuary had burned to the ground. This was all his fault. He shouldn’t have asked you out the night Steve’s wife Connie introduced you. He shouldn’t have called you back for a second and third date. He shouldn’t have made love to you. He shouldn’t have fallen in love with you, but he did.

He fell hard for you, and the worst part is you fell just as hard for him too, even when there were so many signs from his job alone telling you to leave him. This package was the biggest sign of them all.

As much as he loved you, Javier wouldn’t have blamed you one bit if you decided to break up with him. He expected it to happen sooner or later, but despite everything you still chose to stay. “Javier, I love you. We’re in this together no matter what.”

“I promise, cariño, I’m done when this is over. I love you. I want you to marry me. I want you to be the mother of my children. I want to start a new life with you.”

“I want that too, Javi, so much.”

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Life only seemed to get harder ever since the package delivery scene. As if it wasn’t enough to try and protect himself and Steve on a daily basis, now you were added to the mix. Even though he knew during the day you were safe with Connie at work, on the inside he still worried himself to death over you. He needed to know where you were at every hour of the day and to know you were safe. Steve tried to convince Javi to think of you as one of the former informants he used to sleep with and toss to the back burner while on the job, but Javi couldn’t if he tried. He didn’t love them. He loves you.

That’s the problem; you love Javier. You don’t want to be without him. You and Javier belong together. So why are you still fighting the thought of leaving him? Why are you still looking for any excuse to pack your things and walk away from Colombia and from Javi forever? Why can’t you do it when he flat out tells you “if you want to leave then leave”?

Ever since the delivery, you felt your love for Javier and your sanity struggling to balance on a sewing thread. You couldn’t get the image of the lifeless body parts out of your head. The face of the poor woman haunted you in your sleep. It was as if you were watching like a fly on the wall as her life was being taken away just for a few of her remains to be on your doorstep. And for what? Why did it have to take harming an innocent woman to scare you?

Javier could feel you slipping away from him. Every time he tried to pull you back down to earth, it only ended in an argument. He didn’t like going to bed with your back facing him. He didn’t like ending every fight with giving you the opportunity to leave him for good. He didn’t like going to bed angry and waking up to you not talking to him. He didn’t like hearing you silently sob yourself back to sleep after your reoccurring nightmares, but he had no choice. You weren’t the same anymore. He hated his job for fucking up his own sanity, but he hated it even more for destroying the one good thing he was given in his life; you.

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After a month of trying to overcome everything by yourself, you finally decided to seek professional help from one of the therapists the DEA provided. Connie recommended for you to see her therapist, Trinidad, after Javier came to Connie desperate for some advice.

Trinidad understood the confidentiality of the ongoing investigation, so she didn’t press you for details. You explained to her about your nightmares and your relationship with Javi. In the end she was only there to let you talk her ear off and prescribe you with anxiety and anti-depressant medication. If it wasn’t for the obvious reasons, you could’ve just called your mom or best friend and did all this from home for free.

By the time Javi came home from work that night, you were already in bed with your back facing his side. You weren’t asleep—God knows you haven’t had a decent sleep in a month—instead you just stared blankly at the wall in front of you. Feeling Javi’s body weight taking his place on his side of the bed, you waited anxiously for the sound of his faint snore to signal it was time for you to yet again sob yourself to sleep.

However, you felt the weight change and suddenly his body was pressed against your back. One of his hands caressed your hip as he began trailing gentle kisses from your shoulder, to your neck, all the way to the shell of your ear.

“Cariño, come back to me, por favor.” He whispered.

Oh how your body ached for his touch. It feels like forever since he last called you ‘cariño’. You didn’t realize how much you missed him. Even though your body was telling him different, your words were trying to push him away.

“Javi, please, don’t.” You groaned as your head fell backwards and your fingers entangled in his hair.

“Please mi vida. We haven’t made love in so long. I miss you.” His hand ran slowly under your sleepwear, at the same time pushing you gently backwards until your body was fully pressed against him.

You gasped at the feel of his bare body spooning you. The arm that was holding him up snaked under your neck and secured your upper body in place as his other hand slowly massaged your soaking wet clit. A desperate moan escaped your lips and you began grinding yourself on his hand.

“Fuck. I missed you so much, baby.” He groaned against your ear.

“I missed you too, Javi. So. Much.” Your legs began spreading wider until your top leg overlapped his own.

His hand fully engulfed your pussy and his fingers slowly worked their way inside you, massaging your walls as you tightened around him. The sound of your moans making him harder than a rock and you could feel how desperate he was to be inside you by how hard he was dry humping you from the back.

You turned your head to face him with your hand still gripping his hair and your hips grinding harder into his hand. “Kiss me.” You moaned.

He didn’t hold back. Javier kissed you so deeply that it took your breath away. Almost as if you were experiencing it for the first time. In fact, this felt almost similar to when he did make love to you for the first time. He made you feel safe. He made you feel beautiful. He worshipped your body like an absolute goddess, kissing every scar and every beauty mark he could find and devouring you like you were his only meal.

The only restraint you had on him were the clothes you had on and you knew he was getting desperate to tear them off, but he also wanted to take his time with you. He wanted to make you feel good. To release the fear and tension that held you captive from him for the past month. He was desperate just to have you back.

His hand gradually picked up the pace and you whined in pure bliss in his mouth. “Javi… baby… I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for me.” Javier whispers in between kisses.

Your lips connected once more in a deep breathtaking kiss as you came hard on his hand. Beads of sweat now starting to form on your bodies.

You rode out your high on his hand and continued to kiss him at the same time, cherishing every moment. “I love you.” You moaned in between kisses.

“I love you too. More than anything.” His hand slipped out of your pants and you both adjusted yourselves to where he was now on top of you in a missionary position. “Querida, I don’t want to be without you, but I don’t want you to live in fear with me either. You’re so pure to me, so fragile. I’ll protect you no matter what. Just please, please don’t leave me like that again.”

Tears fell down your face as you stared up at him. Your heart swelled and broke in your chest at the same time. You didn’t realize it until now, but you scared him. The entire month you shut yourself away from him scared him more than any dangerous curveball his job threw at him. He could be sitting face to face with Escobar himself and that didn’t scare him as much as the thought of knowing his last memory of you would be you scared, tired, sad and angry with him. No last kiss, no last ‘see you later my love’, no last lunch time call, no nothing. And at that moment, you hated yourself for being so selfish the past month. “I’m so sorry, Javi. I didn’t realize—“

He shushed you and gently wiped away your tears. “No llores, mi vida. You have nothing to be sorry about. Just promise me you’ll try to talk to me next time. That’s all I ask.”

You immediately nodded and peppered his lips with kisses. “I will. I’m so sorry baby. I love you so much.” You said in between.

“I love you too.” He returned each kiss and embraced your body closer to him.

Your hands gripped at his bare back as your legs wrapped around his waist. “Make love to me, Javi.” You whispered.

Without hesitation he pulled you up high enough to remove your top, exposing your breasts and you helped him remove your shorts and panties until you were just as bare as he was.

Still sitting upright on his knees, he hugged you body close to him as you adjusted yourself on his lap until his tip was pushing inside you. For a brief moment, you and Javi stared lovingly into each others eyes, saying everything you couldn’t spit out into words right now and kissed each other passionately.

Gasping as you sunk down on him, you had to take a moment to adjust to his size. A month felt like an eternity without him inside you. He groaned as your walls clenched around him and he gently pushed himself further inside you, guiding your hips with his hands as he felt you slowly grind down on him and your body relaxing.

“There you go, baby. Relax for me.” He smiled in the kiss.

You broke the kiss to throw your head back from the pleasure, but one of his hands caught the back of your head and guided you back down to him. “No baby, keep your eyes on me.” He begged and you nodded.

Javi wanted to cherish every moment when he would make love to you. He loved the way your body moved perfectly with his, how the sweat covered you from head to toe, the way your eyes desperately tried to stay open to look at him even when he was balls deep inside you. But what he loved most of all was the sounds you made. The praises that spilled from your beautiful lips, letting him know exactly how good he was making you feel. He loved hearing you moan, especially his name. He didn’t care if anyone else in the complex heard them or not, but if they did then he wanted them to know it was him and only him that could make you feel this good. Just as you wanted everyone to know you belong to Javier Peña and Javier Peña belongs to you.

He pushed you backwards until you were back in the missionary position and kissed you once more. His arms hooked your legs over them and he spread you open wider. Biting at your jawline and chin. His thrusts slammed into you harder and deeper, making you and him moan each other’s names louder. Your nails clawed at his back and he hissed.

It must have occurred to both of you subconsciously that he wasn’t wearing protection and you haven’t taken your birth control pills in the past week, but that didn’t slow either of you down.

“I want you to have my babies.” He groaned against your lips and continued thrusting deep into you.

“Then give them to me, Javi.” You moaned.

Javier lost all self restraint at that moment. He gripped tighter at your legs as his thrusts became faster and deeper, making you cry out for him even louder.

“Ahh, Javi… oh god! So! Fucking! Good!”

“You’re so fucking perfect cariño. All mine.”

You could feel that both of you are so close. His thrusts became sloppy and desperate as you fell apart underneath him.

“Are you ready, my love?” He kissed you once more and tried to keep eye contact with you.

“Give me your babies, Javi.”

And just like that, you both came undone hard at the same time and quivered in each others embrace.

Javi stayed on top of you and kept himself buried deep inside you as if he was afraid of spilling out. You smiled up at him and kissed him passionately once more.

“There’s that beautiful smile I missed so much.”

You giggled. “I’m never leaving you again.”

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tightjeansjavi · 11 months

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Cigarettes & Feelings

“I know you see me there you’re always playing this game”

(Javi Peña x f! reader) Part 2 (+18)

A/N: if there’s one thing I love, it’s a man in denial about having a crush, and a man coming to accept that he does have said crush. It’s chefs kiss. You’ll be angry with Javi in the first half of the chapter (he’s a douche) but after a quick trip to the brothel, he’s got his shit straightened out..well, sorta.

Happy reading! ♡

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Summary: Agent Peña, Bogotá's infamous playboy. Has he met his match when he meets you, the US Embassy's newest receptionist.

Warnings: Javi acting like a stereotypical douche/playboy, Murphy tells him to cut that shit out, Javi takes his frustrations out at the brothel, smut (not with the reader) protected sex, nipple play, doggy style, praise kink, very light breath play, teasing, pillow talk, nicknames such as: cariño, hermosa, muñeca, whore is used but not in a derogatory sense, Javi is put in his place twice, denial of feelings of course, Javi and the reader reach a middle ground by the end of the chapter, angsty vibes, internal thoughts, denial, pining (if you squint) Javi is turning over a new leaf thanks to some much needed advice, ends on a cliffhanger sorry not sorry hehe, (+18) minors dni!

Agent Peña Playlist:

Bogotá, Colombia 1988

It had been a whole month since you started to work at the US Embassy in Colombia. An entire month of Javier Peña’s fruitless attempts at getting you to fall for his vexatious charm. He’d go out of his way to make a comment about your nails. Saying that a specific shade of pink that was doted on your nails, really brought out the color in your eyes. Could he be any less original? Every time ‘querida’ or ‘hermosa’ or any other nicknames Javier had so graciously given you would slip past his plush pink lips, your eyes would immediately roll like a pair of dice. It was becoming a routine for you, turning down agent Peña’s flirtations towards you was a piece of cake. The other receptionists started to catch on as well and no longer fed into the agent's bullshit.

Javier was feeling personally vexed by you. Even more so now that he could no longer look forward to a quick fuck from one of the other receptionists that used to be wrapped around his finger. It seemed like you were going to end up being a real thorn in his side. Murphy on the other hand was truly getting a kick out of seeing his partner getting shot down by you everyday. It was like clockwork, and a breath of fresh air to see Javier be humbled by you.

“You know..she’s really not even that pretty. Average at best.” Javi had muttered with a cigarette pursed between his lips as he was going through another file that could potentially help bring down Pablo Escobar.

“Wasn’t it just the other day you were saying that she was the hottest thing on two legs? Or were you talking about someone else? Hard to keep track of all of them, Javi.” Murphy didn’t even look up from his typewriter and he already knew that Javi was rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, that was when she wasn’t getting in my way of getting some decent pussy around here. She’s somehow managed to get every single fucking woman in the office to turn on me. Un-fucking believable.” Javi was in fact rolling his eyes.

“Why don’t you just jerk off like a normal fucking person if it aggravates you that much. Or, I don’t know, maybe not eye fuck her every chance you get? Just a thought. Connie would be tearing you a new one if she heard the shit that just came out of your mouth Peña.” Murphy reached over and snatched the file from the agent's hands without another word.

Javier's eyes narrowed over his desk. He was feeling annoyed and perhaps even a little offended by Murphy’s words. “Is that what your married life consists of? Only having the option to jerk off? You poor poor man.” He pushed himself out of his chair with a huff as he doused his cigarette out and grabbed his leather jacket. “I’m going out.” He announced to the other agent before grabbing his badge and gun and strode out the office space. He walked right past your little cubicle, and you could feel the irritation radiating off of his skin as his magnetic cinnamon brown eyes met yours for a millisecond before he was quickly looking away, gritting his jaw tightly.

Murphy was chuckling under his breath as Javi announced his departure. His stature alone was a dead giveaway on where exactly he was headed off to. Javi often visited the local brothel whenever he was facing frustrations that could only seemingly be coddled by his cock sheathed in a woman’s warmth. “Uh huh. Enjoy getting your dick wet, asshole.” Murphy muttered to himself before he got up from his desk and made his way over to your cubicle.

“Let me guess, he’s off to the brothel again?” You looked up at the agent with a small grin graced across your features.

“He sure is. I think you’ve really managed to get unimaginably deep beneath his skin. I gotta say, I’m impressed. He’ll be back after he goes and licks his wounds. Good job on keeping him humbled.” He shot you a wink, giving you a light fist bump.

“Have I really? I had no idea he was that sensitive. You’d think at this point he’d just get over himself.” You let out a faux sigh of disappointment.

“Javier? Getting over himself? Not a chance, sweetheart. You’re certainly giving him a run for his money. It’s a breath of fresh air to see.”

“A man’s gotta give up eventually, right? How long is he realistically going to keep this up?”

“Not Javier I’m afraid. The only way he’s going to give up is if he feels like he stands no chance. Right now, he still thinks that you’re just playing a game with him.” Murphy stated what he felt was the obvious.

You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head. Javier Peña was vexing you in his own way.

“A game that he has no chance of winning.”

The sound of skin slapping against sweat soaked skin mixed in with high octave moans of pleasure could be heard through the thin walls of one of Medellíns many brothels. Javier was a frequent customer who tipped well, and never left a woman there feeling unsatisfied.

Catalina was his personal favorite at this brothel but he wasn’t particularly picky either. He just liked her for the fact that she understood him best. Always let him vent to her after he’d fuck her brains out. He never had a problem paying her extra for her services.

His hand was firmly wrapped around her throat with his thumb lightly applying pressure to her windpipe as he fucked her from behind. His free hand found purchase around her middle, grasping firmly around the soft tissue of her breast as he yanked her back against his chest. Her strangled moans drove him forward as he snapped his hips against her ass at an unforgiving pace. His lips were all over her skin, her cheek, jawline, neck. He was a biter. His teeth nipped at the skin below her ear as filth slipped past his lips. “Give it to me, hermosa. I need it so bad. Soak my cock with this tight little pussy. C’mon, muñeca. Give. It. To. Me.” He grunted deeply against her ear, letting his hand drift from her breast down her navel where his fingers began to toy with her clit, rubbing the small bud in tight, expert circles.

She came undone around him shortly after, crying out his name.

Javi. Javi. Javi.

“Cata, how do I get through to someone as stubborn as her? This game her and I are playing is fun, don’t get me wrong, but she’s so fucking frustrating.” Javier spoke with a soft breath, resting his arm behind his head as she lit the cigarette between his lips, brushing her fingers across his jawline gently.

“Javier, not every woman is going to be interested in you. Although, I can’t wrap my head around as to why..” she pressed a kiss to his bicep, resting her cheek along the crook of his neck.

Javi took a deep inhale as he let his free arm gently drop along her shoulders, fingers lightly dancing across her warm skin. “She’s the first woman I have come across that hasn’t shown a lick of interest in me. Or, she just does a real damn good job of hiding it from me.” He chuckled, blowing the smoke up towards the low-lit ceiling.

“Are you nice to her, Javier? You’re gorgeous, no doubt, but not every woman is into asshole DEA agents. Maybe you should try a different tactic and see how she responds? I know women very very well. We deserve to be, and should be respected by our male counterparts. I may be a whore, who enjoys being fucked like one, but that doesn’t mean I’d enjoy it if you degraded me, or made me feel like I was less than a person.”

Javier paused for a moment, closing his eyes as he took a deep inhale. No, he hadn’t really thought about it that way. Had he disrespected you and just not realized it? Perhaps Catalina was right, perhaps he needed to take an entirely different approach when it came to pursuing you. “Yeah, I’d say I’m pretty nice. I make comments about her nails and how the shade she is wearing really brings out the color of her eyes. Okay, and I eye fuck her at least once or twice a day. I’ve respected you, haven’t I? I’ve..never degraded you, have I muñeca?”

Catalina couldn’t help but lightly giggle as she pressed a soft kiss to his neck, reaching up and plucked the cigarette between his lips and brought the unlit end to her own, taking a slow drag as she rolled over onto her back with ease. “My sweet, it sounds to me that you might be developing a crush for this girl, hmm? Has Javier Peña finally met his match? Perhaps you should stop eye fucking her, and cool it with the compliments. Those end up growing old very fast, and she probably would appreciate it if you had..a normal conversation with her? You have always respected me, Javi. You happen to be my favorite customer and no, it’s not just because of your cock. You’re a passionate lover, and I appreciate the fact that you’ve never treated me any differently for the fact that I’m a whore. So why would you treat this girl any differently?”

Javier couldn’t help but scoff under his breath at her comment about him having a crush on you. Javier Peña did not have crushes. He fucked with no strings attached, period. “Hermosa, I do not have a crush on her. Since when do I ever have crushes? Do I look like a little school girl to you?” He chuckled, rolling over onto his elbow, propping himself up. He let his hand drift around her bare breast, lightly toying with her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, before he was leaning over and replacing his fingers with his mouth as he wrapped his lips around the nub, kissing and licking languidly.

Catalina let out a hum, letting her eyes flutter shut as she took another drag from the cigarette. She slowly slid her fingers through his sexed up hair, twirling a strand around her finger. “Denial is the first stage to acceptance, Javi. I know a man that has a crush when I see one, and you most definitely have one cariño.”

Javi let out a low growl, scraping his teeth along her sensitive nub as he flicked his tongue across it, nose firmly pressed against the top of her plush breast. “I. Do. Not. Have. A. Crush.” He enunciated each syllable against her skin just to prove his point.

Catalina let out a low hiss, nearly dropping the cigarette from between her lips as she gripped his hair at the roots and firmly tugged on it. “Keep on telling yourself that Javier. You and I both know you’re lying.” She mewled.

Javier ignored her as his hand drifted down between her thighs and he wasted no time to coax them open so he could drag his fingers through her slick. “Hermosa, less talking. Let me take care of you some more.”

Javier didn’t leave the brothel till almost the evening hours. He paid Catalina handsomely for her services and then some. Before returning to the office, he made a quick pit stop at his apartment so he could shower, and rinse away the aroma of cum, and the stench of sex that was still lingering on his skin.

He was surprised to see that you were working late on a Friday night. He expected that you’d have some plans to go out dancing or drinking with friends. The night life in Medellín was like none other. More so, he was surprised that you were walking over to his desk of all places. What game could you possibly be playing at now, he wondered.

You weren’t 100% sure as to why you felt like being the bigger person and saying goodnight to Javier before you’d leave the office for the evening. Your feet were moving before your brain could stop you, and soon you found yourself standing in front of his desk.

He had a cigarette pursed between his lips, (he always did) and the smoke billowed up around his face like a gray halo. He was anything but a saint.

“Goodnight, Javier. I hope you have a pleasant weekend.”

Javi slowly looked up at you. He gave you a once over, despite Catalina’s warning to not do that anymore. His brow was raised as you bid him a good evening. “You as well, cariño. Have any fun plans for the weekend?” He was genuinely curious to hear your answer.

Your Friday night plans consisted of a bottle of wine, and a good book. You hadn’t made any friends as of yet, but Javier did not need to know that. That’s the last thing you needed the DEA agent to know.

“Uh huh. I do have fun plans actually.” The way you were no longer meeting his stare, was a dead giveaway for Javi to know that you were lying to him.

“Yeah? Well, what are these said fun plans that you have hermosa?” Javier asked with a smirk playing on his lips, taking a deep drag as the tip of the cigarette burned bright orange.

“Okay, so I lied. I don’t have any fun plans. Unless you consider going home and curling up on the couch with a good book, and a glass of wine, fun plans then no.”

Javier was shocked for the second time that evening in a matter of mere minutes. “You mean to tell me that someone as attractive as you are, has absolutely no plans to go out on this beautiful Friday night in Medellín? I don’t believe that for a minute cariño.”

“Yeah, so how about you don’t rub it in my face? Thanks. Anyway, I’m leaving now.” You were already turning on your heel when you felt Javier’s warm palm gently make contact with your wrist.

“I’m not trying to rub it in your face or anything like that hermosa. I’m genuinely just shocked that you’re not going out tonight. Medellín has so much to offer.” He paused, thinking about what he could say next and then it hit him. Here was his chance to see you outside the workplace for once.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to come out for drinks with Steve and I, and his wife Connie. I just have something to finish up here, and then I am going to go meet them.” He doused his cigarette against the ashtray, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he waited for your answer with a bated breath.

“Are you inviting me out for drinks because you think you’re going to get lucky tonight? Cause if that’s the case, then no. I’ll politely pass.” You fought the urge to scoff at the fact that he even bothered to ask you.

“No, that won’t be necessary at all. Can’t a coworker ask another coworker out for drinks and not assume he’s going to end up lucky?” Javier had a frown playing across his kissable lips that made you want to believe that he had an ulterior motive. Truthfully, you would much rather go out for drinks than spend another night alone.

“Okay, fine. No funny business, right?” You looked at him with a raised brow, arms crossed over your chest.

“No funny business, cariño. I promise. I’ll be on my very best behavior.” Javier assured you.

“Great. Glad that we’re finally on the same page, Peña. I’ll just need to run to my apartment real quick to change. These heels are fucking killing me.”

Javi was already up from his desk, grabbing his badge, gun and box of smokes as he swung his leather jacket over his shoulders. “Well, can’t say I’m surprised about that. They look incredibly uncomfortable. I give major props to you, and the other ladies in the office for wearing them everyday. Is your place far from here? I could always drive you, if you’d like.”

“I thought you had something you needed to finish up Javier?” You glanced over at him wearily as you processed the fact that he was genuinely being nice to you and not eye fucking you like you were a piece of meat. “Sure, that would be great actually. Just don’t get any ideas, alright?”

“It’ll become Monday’s problem. Although, Murphy and I are always on the job. Hence why I keep my badge and gun on me at all times. You just never know when you might really need it.” He swung his keys lightly around his finger as he gestured for you to walk in front. “What kinda ideas would I possibly get from you letting me drive you to your apartment cariño?” He couldn’t help but lightly chuckle as he walked alongside you, flicking the light off on his way out.

“Does it ever weigh on you? Not physically, but the fact that you always have to keep it on you?” You looked over at him as you adjusted the strap of your bag along your shoulder. “The kind that will make you think that I’m going to be inviting you into my apartment Javier.”

Javi wasn’t expecting your question to say the least. Your words immediately had a visible effect on him as it weighed on his mind. He held the door open to the parking lot on the side of the building for you to walk through first. “Sometimes it does. I usually don’t actively think about it. The badge and gun have just become a part of me, in a sense. If they’re not on my person, then they’re right next to my nightstand when I sleep. It just comes with this line of work. You always have to be prepared for the worst.” He opened the passenger side door for you. “I’ll wait outside your apartment door. How does that sound to you?”

“So I take it..there’s never a moment where you ever let your guard down? Simply because if you do, it could be a situation of either living or dying? Or maybe that’s too extreme for me to say.” You gave him a small nod as you climbed into the passenger seat taking a note of how tidy his car was. There was a lingering scent of tobacco smoke and cologne that seemed to be embedded in the upholstered seats.

Javi lightly shut the door behind you before he made his way over to the driver's seat and climbed in before he started the engine. “I’ve let my guard down plenty of times, hermosa. I’m only human after all. Mistakes happen unfortunately. I do my best to avoid those kinds of situations from happening, but sometimes it’s truly out of our control.” He placed his arm around the back of your seat as he backed out of the parking spot. You felt the warm skin of his forearm lightly brush against your neck. It sent welcoming shivers down your spine.

“I understand what you’re saying. You are only human after all like you said. I have to ask, do you think you’re gonna catch him?” Javier knew you were referring to Pablo Escobar. A Spineless coward, who was violent, and frankly a piece of shit that Javier wanted nothing more to see him rot in an American prison.

“If we don’t catch him, then I personally have failed the people of Medellín. This city is beautiful, vibrant, and Escobar has done nothing but fucking taint it.” He inhaled deeply, shaking his head at the thought of this slimiest excuse of man slipping through the DEA’s grasp once again. “Do you mind if we..if we don’t talk about my job for the rest of the evening? You’re not prying, and I can’t fault you for being curious, but I don’t sleep much as it is because of everything that is going on.”

Javi was internally beating himself up for allowing himself to show a moment of weakness to you. He didn’t want you to know just how much being a DEA agent truly affected him. He didn’t want you to know about everything he had sacrificed, and lost, just to get to where he was. He certainly did not need you knowing that he thought of himself as a failure.

You were shocked to see that a layer of figuratively tough skin was being pulled back from Javier’s natural flirtatious and playboy persona that he performed so well. You could only imagine what he had experienced in his line of work. “Of course. I’m sorry for bringing it up in the first place, Javi.” You thought about saying more, but the last thing you wanted to do was come across as being disingenuous.

Javi glanced at you for a moment as he did a damn good job of hiding his smile when you had comfortably called him Javi, instead of Javier. “Cariño, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for being curious. You’re not the first person to ask me about my job, and you won’t be the last. How about we both agree to just..let work go for the evening. It’s your first night out in Medellín, and I want to make sure it’s a memorable one.”

You were looking over at him now from where you sat in the passenger seat. “Okay, deal. Let’s let work go for the rest of the evening.”

“Trato, cariño.”

You gave Javi the directions to your apartment. It was just a few miles from the office, but you were grateful for him driving you. He waited just outside your apartment door, as promised. His back was against the wall, cigarette pursed between his lips as he lit the tip of it with practiced ease. As he waited for you to finish getting ready, he pressed the base of his palm against his forehead, replaying the conversation he had with you in his head, over and over again. Is this what Catalina meant when she advised him to be nicer to you? Did she mean that he needed to be vulnerable? He hated being vulnerable. He hated showing any signs of emotions, or weakness. So why the hell did he find it to be so goddamn easy to open up to you?

Just as he was pondering over the possible answer to his disarray, your apartment door opened, ceasing his current thoughts when he took in your appearance with a heavy gulp.

“What? Is there something on my face?” You asked when you caught the DEA agent staring at you for far too long. You could feel your skin heating up under his gaze. Except this time, he wasn’t staring at you like he wanted nothing more than to take you back into your apartment and fuck you into your mattress.

Oh no, Javier Peña was staring at you with timid adoration. His brown swirled with warm flecks of cinnamon eyes gazing at you under the fluorescent hanging light alongside your apartment door. The tip of his cigarette blazing orange, creating a flicker between his and your eyes.

“No. I am simply just finding myself being transfixed by your beauty, hermosa.” The words flowed thoughtfully past his plush lips.

Shit.

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rollinouttahere-writes · 4 months

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Shooting my shot asking for a Kaku x adult Lucky fic rather than headcannons this time (you don’t have to if you don’t want to)

Oh trust me, I want to!

I decided to make this a little what if scenario for if Kaku had been successful in running off with her after Enies Lobby

Not So Bad

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warnings for yandere content and pregancy mentions (not for Lucky)

Life had taken many turns that you hadn’t been prepared for.

It started with more tame things such as your parents throwing you out when you dropped out of college and the absolutely unhinged shit customers put you through at work. Then you went and got yourself sent to a whole different world, as one does, and after that your life appeared to be speedrunning batshit insane events.

This ultimately culminated in your current situation: Being abducted and forcibly married to one of the many people who had become obsessed with you since entering this bizarre world.

Waves crashed against the ship from outside, lightly jostling you and everyone else on board. Kaku’s arms instinctively tightened around you. The small bed you were both crammed into left no room for personal space, every inch of your body was squeezed against his so as to prevent either of you from falling off the bed at the slightest movement of the ship.

The soft fabric of his nightshirt pressed into your face, likely leaving an imprint in its wake. The steady rise and fall of his chest stuttered slightly from the disturbance of the particularly large wave hitting seconds before, but it evened out again. He’s such a light sleeper that you’re honestly surprised that wasn’t enough to wake him.

Quiet grumbling could be heard behind you as one of the other people you were bunking with complained about how rough the sea was. You could understand why she would be irritated by this. Her morning sickness had been bad enough already, the motion of the ship rocking as much as it was definitely didn’t help.

This particular situation was hardly anything new for you. Ever since Kaku had “eloped” with you after you failed to fight him off at Enies Lobby thanks to your clammy hands dropping your impact dial, you’d been on the run. It made sense, you suppose. You were a wanted pirate after taking part in the attack on Enies Lobby, and he was a former CP9 agent who not only ran but was also being blamed for the situation. It was rare for you two to stay on an island for more than a few weeks. If you stayed any longer you ran the risk of being tracked down by other assassins.

While Kaku’s distinct features made hiding a little more difficult than it needed to be, you lucked out by not having a photograph on your bounty poster. No one had been able to get a picture of you, so they had to settle for a drawing instead. It wasn’t very accurate, though you had to admit it looked much better than Sanji’s. You damn near pissed yourself from how hard you’d laughed after seeing his.

Kaku was outwardly optimistic about your circumstances, assuring you that the manhunt would calm down as the years went by. You’re not sure if he actually believed that or if he was just saying as much to try and comfort you. That was admittedly something he was good at. Lord knows he’d needed to do this more than a few times in your time together.

At first you had resented that tendency of his because he had been the primary cause of your stress. The audacity of him to try and get you to calm down after kidnapping you made you want to scream. Or when he would wildly misconstrue why you were upset. Like the time he thought you were having “pre-wedding jitters” because you’d been fighting him tooth and nail on the way to an extremely shady chapel, and didn’t ONCE consider that maybe you just didn’t want to marry him.

Your kicking and screaming had done nothing to stop it. The officiant didn’t care about your willingness, and Kaku was delusional enough to excuse your behavior as just being nerves or whatever. He’d gotten what he wanted, insisting that he wanted to “do this right”, and now he was your husband whether you liked it or not.

As time went on, your disdain for him was becoming less and less, and you didn’t know how to feel about it.

Sure, at first it was easy to dig your heels in and resist. The Straw Hats would be here any second to save you, you were sure of it. But they never showed. You tried to rationalize it. They didn’t know where you were. With Robin they knew exactly where she went and how to get there, it was easy to chase after her. With you, you had up and vanished without a trace. You’re not even sure they had enough to go off of to know that you’re with Kaku.

Jealousy was an ugly emotion, but that didn’t keep it from brewing within you. You hadn’t seen so much as a hint of the Straw Hats, and that led to you questioning if they were even trying to find you. Were you just deadweight that they were glad to be rid of? You tried to tell yourself that wasn’t true, but it became harder to convince yourself of that as you saw reports of the Straw Hats gaining new members.

Had they replaced you? That easily?

Surprisingly, Kaku had been the one to assure you that likely wasn’t the case. He pointed out how hard they fought to get you back when you were still in Water 7. While he definitely wasn’t a fan of theirs by any means, even he could admit that they cared for you. It was… confusing to hear him of all people defend the Straw Hats.

The real tipping point came after you saw the paper announcing Ace’s death. That broke you.

For a solid month after that, you were inconsolable. There was nothing that anyone could do or say to ease the pain. After the crying had gone from a constant to only happening in random bursts, you had fallen into a deep depression. You wondered if there was something that you could have done to prevent this. Would you have been able to save Ace if you’d been there? The idea that his death was avoidable made you feel sick to your stomach.

All throughout this depressive episode, Kaku had been nothing but kind and patient. He’d been a shoulder to cry on, someone to ramble to about your time spent with Ace in Alabasta and how he was like the brother you never had. Kaku didn’t once get irritated with you over being upset, and he never criticized you for being useless when you were too depressed to get out of bed in the morning. It made him very hard to hate.

Then one night he brought home a kitten he’d found at the construction site he was working on temporarily, one of his many odd jobs he’d picked up. The poor thing was underweight and so filthy that you couldn’t even tell what color it was supposed to be. A rather lengthy bath in the sink had revealed him to be orange, which reminded you of Ace and made you cry again.

Kaku had encouraged you to keep him saying that having the little guy around might help you to feel better, and you saw no reason to argue. You’d always wanted a cat. The kitten was a total sweetheart. Very mischievous and dumb as a brick in true orange cat fashion, but undeniably loving. The idea to name him Ace came to you easily.

Having cat Ace around did wind up being a turning point in your mood. You couldn’t sulk in bed all day when a tiny kitten was raising hell in your room and demanding attention. It was nice having something to take care of.

Ace was presently snuggled up in the crook of your neck, thoroughly worn out from Ellie playing with him for hours on end during the day. Ellie was the daughter of the couple you were sharing a cabin with. The six year old had been ecstatic to see she was rooming with a kitty and had all but begged you to play with him, which you were fine with. Her mother, Clara, had simply been grateful to have her daughter occupied while she struggled with a combination of morning and motion sickness.

Due to both you and Kaku having a wanted status, you typically chose to stay in the cabin of whatever passenger ship you happened to be traveling on so as to minimize the chances of being recognized. This led to you getting to know Clara and Ellie quite well. Not her husband though, who you’re not sure you ever caught the name of.

Kaku had butted heads with him a couple of times over his behavior, starting with when you were boarding the ship and saw that he’d left Clara to haul on all of the luggage herself despite being very noticeably pregnant. Both of you were quick to help her, while Kaku made a jab at him for being a “ninnyhammer”. Honestly you think he was more mad about not knowing what that meant than being insulted.

None of you saw much of him after that. He’d spent the day socializing and drinking, only coming back to the cabin after everyone else had already gone to bed.

You’ve been awake since he came back. Partially because you’ve had a lot on your mind as of late, but mostly because you really needed to pee. You thought that it could wait until morning at first, but it had become clear that wasn’t going to be the case.

There was no use in trying to sneak out of the bed without waking up Kaku. With how closely pressed you two were, even a heavy sleeper would be awoken from the movement. The second you shifted yourself up onto one elbow, his eyes shot open.

“Is something wrong?” His voice was thick with sleep, but his eyes were alert.

“I need to go to the bathroom. Hold Ace so he doesn’t run out after me,” you pulled the kitten away from your neck and handed him over. Ace mewled in protest.

“Alright, will do,” Kaku murmured while holding the feline gently.

After slipping on your shoes and a housecoat over your pajamas, you quietly snuck out of the room.

One of the downsides to being sent to a world that was in a time period before your own was that things were less advanced than you were used to. Unfortunately that applied to the bathrooms. In the absence of plumbing, the “toilets” were in cramped rooms at the front of the ship that essentially just had a hole in the floor hanging over the ocean below.

Admittedly, this ship’s toilets were bougie in comparison to some of the others you’ve been on. At least these afforded you some privacy, unlike a few of the others that simply had you out in the elements for anyone and everyone to see your bare ass.

You’re not sure you made it ten feet from the room when you could hear the door open and close again. Your eye twitched in annoyance. Where could Kaku possibly think you would go while on a ship in the middle of the ocean? You hadn’t tried to run in months after learning quickly that you had no hope of being able to get away from him, not with how athletic he was.

With a huff, you stop and look over your shoulder. Instead of seeing your paranoid husband, your eyes fell upon Ellie. She jogged over, nightgown bouncing with each step, “Are you going to the toilets? Can I come with you?”

“Oh, yeah of course,” you waited for her to close the gap before continuing.

Ellie reached up to grab your hand as you made your way down the dimly lit hall, “Thank you! I really needed to go but was too scared to go by myself, it’s so spooky in here at night.” That it was. The sparsely placed oil lamps did little to illuminate the halls, the moonlight shining in through the windows was doing more than they were. “And I didn’t want to ask mama since she doesn’t feel so good.”

“Aww, that was very considerate of you,” sadly she appeared to be more concerned for her mother’s well being than the woman’s husband was. It wasn’t surprising that she hadn’t even considered asking her father to go with her, you don’t think you’ve seen them speak to each other once.

She tugged on your hand and looked up at you expectantly, “Hey, can I play with Ace again tomorrow?”

“I don’t see why not, he seems to be quite fond of you,” you couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. Ellie squealed and walked with a skip in her step.

Distantly, you wondered how Ace would feel about you naming a cat after him. He might be a little indignant about it at first, especially if you talked about how dumb the kitten was, but you think he would come around. Cat Ace is charming in his own right, he’d be able to win over human Ace. If… If he’d had the chance to. You shook your head. No, you weren’t going to let yourself spiral again tonight, and certainly not when you were escorting a child to the bathroom.

After a somewhat long trek, the head finally came into view. Ellie let go of your hand and ran into one of the private rooms. She must have really had to go. You entered your room of choice with a decidedly calmer gait. It was very dark in there, with the only light coming from the slits in the wall letting in both fresh air and moonlight.

Wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible, you got down to business. The choppy waters did not make balancing yourself particularly easy, but you managed. After washing your hands in a bowl of water that you were trying your hardest not to think too hard about the cleanliness of, you took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror.

Pushing back the partial bangs Kaku had given you to hide your scar- that he swore up and down he wasn’t bothered by, this was purely to hide your identity- you traced over the scar. It had long since healed over, but the memories associated with it felt fresh.

Again, your thoughts drifted to the Straw Hats. A few months ago, they had disappeared. No one knew where they were and there was talk of them having disbanded. You didn’t buy it, Luffy was far too determined to give up on his dream, and his crew was too loyal to leave him, but where did that leave you?

When they first left the public eye, you had thought it was done intentionally so they could come rescue you. It would be harder for Kaku to avoid them if he had no idea where they were. That never happened. It was really starting to feel like they had abandoned you. Makes sense, you suppose, you were quite the handful for them. What with all the people chasing after you and fighting them to get to you. It was probably nice to not have to worry about that anymore.

It hurt. A lot.

But not as much as you thought it would. Kaku has told you time and time again how much he loved you, and you did believe him. At first you thought he was just obsessed and nothing more, but as time went on and he went out of his way to try and make you happy, you found yourself doubting him less and less.

You wouldn’t say that you loved him, but you’re not sure how much longer that will be the case. He’d been successful in making you at least a little fond of him. You would willingly engage in conversations with him and honestly didn’t mind him holding you at night anymore. There have also been a few instances of you getting… carried away, but you didn’t want to think about that right now.

Were a few kind words and gentle touches really all it took to make you overlook the extremely dubious beginning of your relationship with him? Were you really that easy to win over? How pathetic.

Another rough jolt of the ship snapped you out of your thoughts. A dingy bathroom was hardly the kind of place you should be staying in any longer than necessary. The wooden door creaked loudly as you forced it open, making you wince.

Ellie was standing on a bench beneath a large window, taking in the sight of the ocean at night. She flashed you a large grin and hopped down when you approached. The walk back to your shared room was filled with speculations about what the island you were heading to would be like. It was a welcomed distraction from your previous train of thought.

As you rounded the corner of the hallway your cabin resided in, you spotted a figure stationed outside of your room. Your pulse quickened, briefly panicking as you wondered who it was, but then he turned and his side profile gave away his identity immediately. Ah, it was just Kaku. Though you couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing out here.

He likely spotted both of you the second you entered the hall, and he spoke up once you got close enough to hear him. His eyes were focused on Ellie, “Your mother’s fretting over you, you should go in and let her know you’re alright.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you for walking with me, Lucky!” Ellie gave you a quick hug before scurrying into the room

It wasn’t until then that you noticed a disgruntled Ace in Kaku’s arms who was all but clawing at him to get to you. Naturally, you scooped him up and brought your dear pet to your chest, causing him to purr.

“Did something happen? Why was Clara so worked up?” You lightly stroked the kitten’s face, making him purr even harder.

“She didn’t realize her little ankle biter had slipped out of the room after you and got into a tizzy over where she had gone. She settled a bit after I said I saw her leave with you, but I figured she’d prefer to see Ellie in the room again.” Kaku sidled up to you, one of his hands found purchase on your shoulder and his head rested against your own. You allowed it, even leaning into him.

A comfortable silence blanketed you two as you lingered in the hall, swaying lightly with the current of the ocean.

“You do so well with children. Ellie adores you.” Was murmured into your ear.

Your breath hitched in your throat. You knew where he was going with that. Kaku had been open about his desire to have children since your encounter in Enies Lobby. Over the months that you’ve been together, he’d made several comments about it. From observations that you were good with kids when you did interact with them, to asking what kind of names you liked best. He wasn’t subtle, but he never pushed it when you changed the subject.

“I guess so? Ellie’s a good kid, it’s hard not to get along with her.” You honestly weren’t sure how you felt about the idea of having children of your own, you were hardly in the best state of mind to be thinking about such things.

Kaku hummed in agreement and held you to him just a little bit tighter. After a moment, he released you, “We should hit the hay, it’s late.” He didn’t wait for an answer before gently guiding you back to the room.

Slipping off your housecoat was slightly difficult to do while holding Ace, but he was too cute for you to want to put him down so you made it work. Kaku was already in the small bed and helped you climb in, keeping a firm grip on you so that you wouldn’t be thrown to the floor from a poorly timed wave.

Yet again, you were squished against each other from the lack of space. A couple of months ago, you would have hated this. Now? It didn’t seem so awful.

Your face was buried in his chest as Ace squirmed around in an attempt to get himself comfortable. Kaku’s lips pressed against your forehead for a brief kiss and he mumbled out a quiet “sweet dreams” before fully settling into the bed.

Maybe loving him wouldn’t be so bad.

#lucky break #kaku one piece #kaku x reader #yandere one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 1 year

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Imagine...The Boys Not Realizing You’re A Hunter

Pairing: Dean x cop!reader

Oh, this was guy was all bull and you knew it. They both were but at least the taller one was making a better effort at hiding it. If these two were FBI you were the Easter bunny.

If he wanted to treat you like the dumb local cop too, he had another thing coming.

“We’re gonna need to go in-“

“You both realize it’s pouring out,” you said.

“It’s rain,” said the shorter one, Agent Plant he’d said his name was. You had to force yourself not to roll your eyes at that one. “I need-“

“Well you’re going to freeze to death. You look like you just stepped out of the shower,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Oh you’d know the difference,” he said, an angry smirk on his face. A snarky comment settled on the tip of your tongue but you held it back.

“No going in the woods. I see either one of you in there, I arrest you,” you said. “Understand?”

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you,” mumbled the shorter one, his hair spiked up and dark from the rain.

“No woods.”

You nearly rolled your eyes when you saw these two walking around in the woods that night. Idiots were going to get themselves killed. They probably thought it was some strange Wendigo or something.

You snuck behind them, the taller one moving ahead to check out a noise that truly was just a rabbit. You went up behind the other, his whole body stilling when you pressed your gun to his neck.

“You two,” you said, the guy you had holding up his hands, the other spinning around and pointing his shotgun at you. The one with you tried to break away but you grabbed the nape of his neck and adjusted your gun, the guy taking a few deep breaths. “Put it down.”

The tall one glared but did as told and dropped his weapon, the one next to you starting to relax a little.

“Starting to get the picture?” you said, gently releasing him. He nodded but tried to reach back. You groaned and hooked your boot around his, nearly tripping him until you grabbed him again. “I got all night if you’re gonna keep this up.”

“Told you the hot cop was into me,” he said, the other one scowling. “Listen. This sounds crazy but the thing that’s doing this ain’t an animal.”

“I know. I also know two hunters when I see them,” you said. You lowered your gun and took your hand off him, the men exchanging glances. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“No shit,” said the one beside you, absolutely beaming now. “We heard you’re a bit of a lone wolf, always have been.”

“Ever since I was a wee little hunter,” you said, giving him a smirk.

“I’m Sam,” said the tall one. “That’s Dean. We’re-“

“Winchesters. Wondered how I haven’t run into you two yet,” you said.

“So are you actually a cop?” asked Sam.

“Eh, sort of. I help out when the local chief wants to take a vacation. Saved his kid about five years back. Nice family,” you said. “I thought I told you two to stay out of here.”

“We don’t listen well,” said Dean, giving you a smile.

“You assholes didn’t listen to me about the rain, did you,” you sighed, pointing at your hood.

“It’s a little water, Y/N,” said Dean.

“Did you notice attacks only occur on rainy nights? The rain gets in your hair and that’s how it tracks. It’s blind but that weird combo for some reason lights you up like a Christmas tree to it,” you said.

Both of them immediately put a hand on their wet heads.

“Yeah, that won’t work now. We got to get you two out of here before it comes after you,” you said.

“What’s is this thing?” asked Dean. “We thought-”

“Cursed witch. It’s a long story,” you said. “Best guess is kill it with a blade to the heart.”

“Yeah,” said Dean, spinning around when you heard a rustle in the trees. “Witch?”

“Yup. Get ready.”

“So you boys going to be alright? Took a hard fall there,” you said when you got back to your cars.

“We’ve had worse,” said Sam.

“Want to grab a drink?” asked Dean as he tossed his bag in his trunk.

“Sorry. Lone wolf and all,” you said.

“You did just work a hunt with two other hunters and all,” said Sam, giving you a smile.

“I’m not big on the getting attached thing,” you said.

“You could learn to like it,” said Dean. “One drink on me. Not letting you say no.”

“Alright. Maybe I’ll have a drink or two,” you said.

“Two? Told you she had the hots for me, Sammy,” laughed Dean.

“In your dreams, Winchester.”

#supernatural #spn #dean x reader #dean winchester #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean #winchester #dean spn #dean supernatural

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A Hard Day: Fox Mulder X Reader

Today I had a hard day and I just want a fictional FBI agent to take care of me lol

A/N: References to poor mental health, depression, anxiety and crying.

If u have any prompts or Fox Mulder ideas pls send them my way honeyss

You had lost track of how long you had been sitting in the darkness. You had not taken your work clothes off and you were sitting upright staring at a wall. Your shirt was itchy and your shoes were tight but you had no energy to change into your pyjamas. Today was awful, that many things had gone wrong that it was bordering on slightly funny that it had been such a catastrophe. However, rather than laughing at the past ten hours, you felt completely numb and unable to process your emotions. You did not want to take care of yourself, that would be an effort and take energy that you currently did not possess.

The room was still, occasionally a flicker of light would scatter across the wall from the window overlooking the street. You considered staying like this all night, hoping that maybe your exhaustion would overcome your emotions and you’d pass out asleep without needing to move. You had struggled with your mental health for a while and you were largely in control of it, however, slip ups were natural and days like today reminded you of how far you’d come. Despite the sadness that weighed down your limbs, you appreciated that days like this were few and far between. That was largely due to medication, routine and your boyfriend, Fox Mulder.

Which reminded you, it was a Thursday and you had arranged for Fox to stay over. You had a Thursday routine of having a pre weekend bottle of beer, making a sandwich and eating chips in front of the TV until you both had to drag the other to bed. You’d chat idly about the week, a blanket covering you on your sofa as you watched the Golden Girls with his arm protectively over your shoulder. You loved it and whilst you saw him most weekends; there was something special about your Thursday tradition. It wouldn’t be fair on him to stay tonight, you didn’t want to cancel but you’d accepted your fate of sitting in your dark room and trying to keep your thoughts from getting more negative.

No answer, straight to his voicemail. “Hi Fox, I’m really sorry but can we reschedule? I think I’m coming down with something and don’t want you to get ill. I’ll speak to you tomorrow, love you.” Your voice was one note, you didn’t sound ill and he could read you like a book. Even over a voicemail, he’d be able to pick up on your tone and you hoped he wouldn’t question it. You decided to lie down on the sofa and wait for it to become a reasonable time to lie in bed.

***

The knock at the door scared the life out of you, you felt your anxiety rise in your throat as you tried to stop your hands trembling from the fright. You peered through the peephole even though you knew who it was; there stood Fox, his tie loose around his neck and clutching a brown grocery store bag. You exhaled deeply, willing your hands to stop shaking as you smiled before opening the door. He could see right through you but maybe it would be worth a shot.

“Hi,” your voice faltered, you needed to try and sound better than you did on the phone. “Didn’t you get my voicemail? I think I’m getting ill so it’s probably best you don’t stay tonight”. Your eyes trailed away from him as you finished your sentence; you couldn’t look at him as you lied. You felt your breathing start to become laboured as the hot prick of tears filled your eye line. You made your hands into fists; desperately trying to stop the tears from streaming down your face.

“No I got it,” his hand reached out to gently rub your shoulder but you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. “Even if you’re ill, I just thought you could use some company. You sounded upset on the phone and I was worried”. Your kind boyfriend, your sweet and loving partner who knew you better than anyone else ever had. Wordlessly, you stepped aside and let him enter your apartment. He pressed a kiss to your cheek as he flicked the light on and walked past you. You let out a shuddered breath and followed him to the kitchen counter. With every step you took; you felt a sob begin to form at the top of your throat.

“So firstly, I think it’s rude of you to get ill on a Thursday,” he smirked as he began to open the grocery bag he had placed on the counter. “We both agree that it is the best day of the week and I refuse to let this illness take this away from us. I got that soup you like from the store on Woodland, you know the one where we saw those really suspiciously large footprints in the produce aisle? I’m still trying to convince Scully that it’s an X File” His face lit up as he laughed, god, you loved him. You so desperately wanted to laugh with him but you knew as soon as you opened your mouth your body would betray you and tears would run down your face. You smiled back and tried to bury down the flicker of concern you saw in his eyes.

“I thought I could warm the soup up and whilst you got changed or had a hot shower? We could just sit on the sofa and watch Golden Girls together or Cops, I mean whatever is on.” Before you could interrupt, he continued as he made his way over to you with his arms outstretched as he brought you against him for a hug. "Then, for later- I mean if you’re feeling well enough, I bought those sour candies you like? They only had the huge bags so I suppose if you’re feeling sick that it’s probably the worst thing I could have brought you but still I th-“. As he held you tightly in his arms, you felt the tears start to come and you choked out a huge sob. He just held you tighter as you cried, his hands ran through your hair as you wept and wept and wept until you felt you had no liquid left to leave your tear ducts. You had no idea how long he’d been holding you, his shirt was wet with tears and your throat felt raw from your sobbing.

“Did that help?” you stayed in his arms, trying to steady your breathing as you nodded. “Okay good, go for a shower, I’ll lie some clothes out on the bed and get the soup ready for you.” You didn’t speak, you just got on your tip toes and pressed a kiss to his soft lips.

***

The shower helped more than you cared to admit. The hot water beating down on your skin seemed to strip away layers of your day and you felt yourself begin to breathe easier as your chest felt the most open it had all day. You hadn’t realised how restricted your chest had been until now, you didn’t notice how tight your jaw had become and how tense your neck had been. You let out a shuddering breath as you turned off the water and stepped out and wrapped your soft towels around your body.

Your bedroom was tidier than you left it. Your work clothes were hung in your wardrobe, a clean linen candle was lit and your childhood teddy sat up in the centre of the bed, your reading glasses placed on his head and an open book in his hands. You genuinely smiled for what felt like the first time all night. Fox had laid out your pyjama bottoms and one of his old basketball shirts on your bed for you to change into.

The scattered fairy lights illuminated your living room with a warm glow. The smell of tomato soup and Fox’s aftershave lingered in the air as you took the bowl from the side and joined your boyfriend on the sofa. He’d gotten changed into some loose shorts and a t shirt from Old Navy that had been stretched beyond all recognition. His glasses were steamy from the soup he held in one hand as he used the other to pat the spot next to him on the sofa. He smiled at you as you sat down, he looked relieved and clearly noticed how much better you felt.

You both ate your soup in silence as you watched Golden Girls, when you finished you laid your head on his chest as he absentmindedly traced shapes on your back. “Thank y-“ you started as you lifted your head to face him, he kissed you quick before you could finish your sentence. “You don’t need to thank me, we’re a team you know that? Seeing you smile is worth it”.

#i feel like the ending kinda got away from me but i had fun writing it #Fox Mulder #fox mulder imagine #fox mulder x reader #fox mulder fanfic #The X Files Fanfiction #The X Files Fanfic #the x files fluff #the x files #fox mulder fanfiction #david duchovny

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everlasting-rainfall · 5 days

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Have you considered any of the other CP9 agents for the skin to fur au? I feel like Blueno or Kalifa would make such interesting yanderes

I have actually! Well except Fukurou and Spandam because I’m not the biggest fans of them like I think they’re alright but I don’t typically find myself daydreaming about them in these kinds of scenarios, you know?

Yeah, I’m sure you get it

Anyways so because I don’t think that I can write the two of them together, this might just be moreso some short imagines. Sorry!

But as an apology, I’ll throw in some imagines about Kumadori as well. Does that sound good? I certainly hope it does as Kumadori is pretty nice like I’d give him a kiss or two if I could

Anyways before I start rambling too much! Let’s get into it, shall we?

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Kidnapping, Stalking, Delusions, Transformation, Violence, Breaking and Entering, Manipulation, Implied Murder, Impregnation, Rainfall Probably Not Knowing How Zoo’s Work

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

Okay so we’re gonna start off with Blueno and his animal theme in CP9 is apparently a bull which suits him quite well in all honesty considering those big bull horns on the sides of his head

But I can honestly imagine that like with the zoo where all of the CP9 agents currently live, there’s his enclosure which isn’t too popular with anyone as it’s just a bull when there’s so much more interesting things to be seen like a giraffe or a leopard or a wolf so typically Blueno doesn’t get many visitors

It doesn’t bother him much though as the zookeepers only really come in to feed him and then clean his area so it makes for good alone time and if he’s truly bored then he can always simply wander into one of the more secluded parts of his enclosure and transform into a human

Escaping their enclosures is rarely hard after all and it’s easy to slip out plus he’s memorized what times he’s fed and taken care of so he just has to be back before then

Wandering the park is how he eventually meets you like let’s say that the reason that he noticed you is because you brought in some kind of outside drink and the zoo doesn’t allow that so he points it out to you and whether or not you knew that rule. You toss it just to get him off your back

You probably expect that to be your very last interaction with Blueno and he expects it too but instead he finds himself following you around when you visit. He justifies it to himself as making sure that you don’t cause any further problems but really he wants to follow you

His more animal instincts are telling him to keep you out of trouble so you won’t wind up getting hurt as there are a lot of predatory animals in the zoo that aren’t members of CP9 so as a result, he sees you as a heifer that needs to be protected and guarded

You of course notice that this man won’t stop following you around and it is getting worrying especially as if you approach him about it then he just winds up denying it and if you talk to a staff member then he always conveniently manages to disappear

It’s getting worrying and irritating so you more than likely stop going to the zoo so much just to avoid this guy and the stalking does stop

Mostly because Blueno doesn’t want to risk losing track of time and blowing his cover by going to look for you

But trust me, Blueno is going absolutely crazy over this like he is on edge and everyone can tell like Kaku once had to tell him to calm down in giraffe before he got himself in trouble. Blueno can’t help it though as you aren’t here and he needs you otherwise you could wind up hurt or worse in his eyes

You never reappear at the zoo however and it’s starting to make him truly consider leaving to find you and drag you back so you can’t leave him ever again

However wouldn’t you know it? There you are… Coming to celebrate some kind of work related event or family birthday or something here, he’ll watch you from afar just like he’s always done but you aren’t getting away this time… He’ll make sure of it…

So when you head off on your own to the bathrooms, that’s when he gets you… Blueno snatches you and knocks you unconscious before dragging you off to his enclosure, you’ll be safe with him… He knows it…

I can’t see him forcing himself on you at first but he definitely turns you in some alternative method as now you’re a cow of some kind with him

This has happened so much at the zoo at this point that there are questions as to where you came from but no one questions it for long as hey, at least there’s something to hopefully make people more interested in Blueno’s enclosure now

Honestly I can see him being one of the more laidback members of the CP9 animal shifters like he won’t keep you stuck inside of the den like how Lucci and Jabra do to their S/O’s but he still doesn’t like people looking at you for too long so he might try to get in the direct line of sight of anyone whose looking at you for too long

And yeah, your family or your co-workers might wonder where you went but do you really think that they’ll ever find out? I mean… Magical bull man who took you and turned into a magical cow lady?

Yeah, right… You’re here forever with Blueno in the zoo and he might eventually want to put a few calves in you but that can wait for right now as he’s just enjoying the fact that he’s keeping you safe with him in the enclosure

So for Kalifa, let’s imagine something different here as her animal is apparently a sheep when I looked it up and I’m unsure if a zoo would keep a sheep in an enclosure unless it’s a petting zoo and that would not fly with Kalifa…

So let’s imagine that she chooses to be in her human form when she’s at the zoo like she works there while the others act as zoo animals that people can gawk at. She might be doing something similar to what she did with Iceberg where she was like his assistant but she could also just be a zookeeper

I like assistant better though so let’s go with that and let’s say that eventually with all the disappearances at the zoo, there’s been a rise in problems and the zoo winds up hiring you to help Kalifa with the piles of paperwork that need to be done while the owner handles everything else

Working with Kalifa isn’t too bad but it’s not the best as she’s a very serious and intimidating lady plus you once tried to give her a soda after a vending machine spit out two instead of one and she claimed it was sexual harassment

You’re fairly certain that she doesn’t like you in the slightest but although she was indifferent to you at first, she actually starts to enjoy your presence as the two of you work together

Part of her starts to feel stressed as well when you don’t show up to work one day and when she calls you, she finds out that you’re sick. Cue Kalifa showing up at your house while you’re resting having brought you some medicine and things to make you more comfortable

In your sick state, you don’t question how she got in as most of your attention is on the fact that she bought you the next book/dvd/game of your favorite series

Honestly chances are that Kalifa uses this as a chance to snoop around your house and find out more about you. She learns as much as she can while she snoops and winds up feeling a new sort of connection to you

Especially if she happens to find like a wool sweater in your closet or laundry basket as if your fate wasn’t sealed with her before then now it’s permanently sealed as she starts to imagine you as a sheep animal shifter just like her. It’s safe enough to say that she likes the visual

Maybe you’ll have a few dates as you work with Kalifa and now that you two talk more, she finds out about them and if she can’t scare them off then she’s always up for blackmail or faking some things to make your date look like a scumbag

When the day comes where Kalifa needs to shave her wool, she typically just gets rid of it but this time. She decides to make a little something and fastens a nice article of clothing for you which she offers to you

And the next day when you walk in wearing it? You might as well have just asked the girl to marry you as there is a blush across her cheeks the whole time that you both work which she refuses to explain

Eventually they can’t hide the zoo can’t recover from all of the disappearances so the animals are being transferred to a new one and likely the members of CP9 are as well so Kalifa immediately applies for a job at the new zoo

Meanwhile you don’t really intend on moving so you try to say goodbye to Kalifa, that won’t fly with her though as Goodbye? Yeah, right…

Kalifa will attempt to manipulate you into moving with her at first and if that doesn’t work then she’ll simply pack her things, get ready to leave, and make one final stop on her way out of town

Now you’re across her backseat probably having your pressure point hit so you would fall unconscious. Does she feel bad about it? Not a chance… You were being stubborn about following your mate after all…

You became her mate when you accepted her wool sweater, don’t you know? And now there’s no way out for you as you’re being forcefully moved with Kalifa to a new town

She would fuck you to turn you or bite you but those aren’t all that appealing to her as what would truly be nice is drawing a bath and stripping you down, putting a fun little mixture in the water to activate it and gently washing your body with her hands until you’re just like her

No one will take an interest in what clearly belongs to her after that and if they do then it’s simple, really… Do what everyone else does go homewrecking bastards and get rid of them as efficiently as possible…

So as for Kumadori, if I’m correct he is supposed to be a lion in his animal theming and I don’t know about you guys but at the zoo. I always wanna see the lions like they are amazing and I love them (biased as lions are favorite animal)

Anyways so I can honestly imagine that Kumadori might be one of the most popular animals at the zoo like even moreso than Lucci, Kaku, Jabra, or any of the non animal shifter animals living there

It’s not just because he’s a lion either as we’ve all seen how Kumadori can be and those traits don’t get dialed back even when he’s in his animal form and that’s what makes him so popular as he practically puts on a show for all of the guests with what he does

He brings in the most money out of all the animals and people love to see his antics and how he can be eventually seeing the popularity, the zoo owner hires you to basically do shows with him like educational ones but they’re still clearly meant to attract more visitors and make money…

You were scared at first when you heard you would be working with a lion but the worst thing that this lion did was seemingly try to commit seppuku when he thought he offended you and then got sad when his claws didn’t cut him

Kumadori has to be one of the most dramatic yet oddly obedient animals that you’ve met as he’s willing to work with you and put on these shows for visitors but you once tripped and fell during a show only for this lion to act like you had just fallen to your death

If there was a spotlight in his enclosure then it most certainly would be pointed at him… But hey, the crowd loved it and you did too as you were getting paid

What you only really saw as a job however, Kumadori saw at first as a partnership of two performers on a stage that would potentially transform into something more as the two of you kept up the shows together

He even started to let out a tearful roar of farewell whenever you would leave his enclosure for the day, he would bellow out for you to “Oh please not leave me all alone, my dear! For I would miss you so much that I will meet my dearly departed mother in heaven before you return!” and all you hear is “ROAR!! Roar, roar, roar! ROAR!!”

His heart does break whenever you leave him as well and it only gets worse if he sees you speaking to someone else outside his enclosure… Jealousy stirs heavily in his chest to the point where he would like nothing more than to rip you away from that person…

Even when he rubs his scent all over you the next day through nuzzling, others still speak to you! Can’t they understand that you’re his? The nerve of those homewreckers!!

When the zoo closes for the day and the members of CP9 are able to actively speak to one another, thanks to Kalifa turning off the cameras before she finishes her work. Kumadori airs his grieveneces about you leaving and leaving him to drown in his own heartbreak and tears

This is when the others remind him about what he can do, he can make it so that you’ll stay forever just so long as he can turn you into an animal shifter just like him. The look of amazement that comes across his face as he imagines you as his beautiful lion/lioness

It’s heavenly to the point where he might actually die and go to heaven… He needs it… He wants it…

So the next time that the two of you put on a show, he attempts to make it intimate and romantic but there’s only so much a lion can do to make things romantic when he sinks his teeth into you

It’s a deep bite that breaks the skin and he tries to act so apologetic about it, he doesn’t feel one shred of regret for it however even as you immediately leave after the show

He knows that you’ll come home to him soon so he doesn’t even bother with the farewell roar this time as he just waits

He waits and waits until the chaos of a lion on the loose can be heard and the smile stretches across his face as he starts to clean up around his enclosure and den

A few hours later, you’re dragged in as an unconscious lion recovering from the effects of a tranquilizer dart. The zookeepers are talking about how insane all of this is but they’re happy to have a new lion at the very least

They wait to see if Kumadori will have a bad reaction to you which of course he doesn’t, he drags you off to what’s now your shared den and lays you down

After which he cuddles with you and couldn’t be happier, you’ll be disorientated and confused when you wake up but he’ll tell you all about how “The stars have aligned and brought us together, my dear!! They have granted our wish to be together and now we shall never part from each other’s side!!”

Better get used to loud voices and Kumadori’s weirdness as you’ll be experiencing it for the rest of your life now… He’ll never let you go…

And if anyone would try to take you from him whether it be human, animal shifter, or anything else then it will be over his dead body especially if he winds up putting his cubs in your belly as proof of your love

(Sorry, it was the best gif I could find of him that wasn’t just a clip from the show… I have no idea who it belongs to as I found it on Google Images but IT IS NOT MINE…)

#minors dni #the rain talks back #yandere one piece #reader insert #yandere male #animal shifter au #Skin into Fur AU #read the trigger warnings #Yandere Blueno #Yandere Kalifa #Yandere Kumadori

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monacodaydreaming · 2 years

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Don’t Fall In Love With Me | Part Two

“Of course I understand how it looks.” You sighed into the phone dropping the magazine onto the table in front of you. You looked up from the picture of you and Daniel walking hand and hand into your hotel last night to Chris, who had so kindly brought it round to you at 6am with a soya latte. “What they conveniently don’t show is the part where Daniel left about 10 minutes later.”

You could hear your agent sigh on the other side of the phone.

“Oh but surprise surprise, why would they show that. That would make for a crap story wouldn’t it.”

“Look Ellie, I’m not saying that you’ve done anything wrong. You know I want you to be happy and I honestly wouldn’t care either way if you shagged him.” You couldn’t help but laugh at this. “All I’m saying is be prepared for some questions today. You’ll be down on the grid, which means legally you can’t deny an interview.”

“Yes, I know, I know.” You stood up and began pacing round the room.

“Okay good. Now have fun today babe. You deserve it, you work too hard.”

“Thanks Lucy. I’ll stay in contact okay and I’ll call you later.”

“How are you feeling by the way?” Her tone had become more serious.

“Yeah, I’m doing okay. I had a little incident last night, but I’m not doing too bad.”

“You’re taking your meds?”

“Like clockwork Luce.”

“And Chris is looking out for you.” You turned to face him giving him a small smile.

“He is indeed. He’s taking good care of me.” This earned a big cheesy grin from Chris who was sat at a table in your room.

“Okay, well call me later and have fun today babe.”

“Bye Luce.” You hung up and flopped down onto your bed. “I hate the paparazzi.” You grumbled smashing a pillow down onto your face and letting out a scream. “I always forget that they’re there when I’m having a nice time.”

“It’s easily done Ells.” You felt Chris sit down on the bed next to you. And next thing you knew he was removing the pillow that was covering your face. “Now stop sulking, we have a Grand Prix to get to!”

You and Chris were hovering around the pit wall outside of the McLaren garage getting some inside information about the strategy and how the communications between the wall and the drivers work. The drivers were out on the track at the moment for FP3.

“Would you like to listen in on the radio.” One of the young members of the team named Alex handed you a headset. You nodded eagerly and took the headset from him and placed it over you head. Chris doing the same with his.

As soon as you put the headset on Daniels voice came over the radio. “Yeah. Tyres are feeling good.”

You listened to Alex speak back to Daniel. “Okay, copy Daniel.” This was all so amusing. It was funny to think that he was out there driving at like over 200mph right now. “Just so you know Daniel, we’ve got Ellie listening in over this radio.” You put your hands to your lips to hold back your laugh. “So just watch the language alright mate.”

“Ellie, glad to hear you made it today.” You let out another little laugh. Alex gestured up to a button on the right side of you headset so that you could speak back to him.

“Hi Daniel, how’s it going?”

“Oh you know, pretty standard Sunday for me.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his answer. “Oh by the way, are we still on for our date this evening?”

You cheeks burned furiously red instantly at his words. You could feel the stares of people from the pit wall on you. “Why don’t we talk about this later yeah?” You answered him avoiding eye contact with everyone that was around you.

“Aw come on, you can’t leave a guy hanging like that.” He responded which only caused you to blush harder. “Alex, you think you should go out with me tonight right?”

“Okay okay! Yes, we’re still on for our date tonight.” You rushed to get the conversation over and done with.

“You’ve just made my day Miss. Love.” He came back once again.

You and Chris were standing on the grid as the countdown to the race was on. You were standing over by Daniels car who was lined up in P7. One of his better starts to the season.

“This lifestyle is crazy.” You turned to Chris. “All this travelling and all this money. The risk.” Chris was listening intently to what you were saying. “I don’t think I could ever get used to it.”

“Is it really so different from the way we live?” You pondered over his question for a minute.

“Okay, minus the risk and maybe it’s not so different after all.” Suddenly a certain Martin Brundle appeared in front of you. You internally groaned, bracing yourself for whatever he might ask you.

“I can’t believe my luck, here we have Chris Evans and Ellie Love who are guests of McLaren this weekend.” He was facing the camera but standing by the side of you both. “How have you both enjoyed this weekend so far?” He shoved his microphone right under Chris’ face.

“Oh it’s been amazing Martin. First time at a Grand Prix. I have to admit I don’t know much about the sport, but this petrol head here has been giving me the lowdown.” Chris gestured to you and you gave a little wave to the camera.

“Petrol head? Are you a big fan of the Grand Prix Ellie?” He turned his attention to you now.

“Oh my god yeah! I’ve been watching for as long as I can remember with my Dad! Although this is the first time I’ve had the fortune of coming to see one!” You smiled at Martin.

“Oh wow, that’s really great!” He paused briefly and looked at you, almost contemplating for a split second if he wanted to say what he was about to say next. “Now you took part in a Hot Lap with Daniel Ricciardo yesterday and judging by the photos that appeared this morning, it looks like you had a pretty good time with him.”

You seized up at the words, but kept your composure. All that media training did come in handy sometimes. “Oh yeah, the hot lap was so fun. And Daniel is a great guy, so sweet and he was kind enough to walk me back to my hotel room after we attended a McLaren dinner last night.” Your tone was friendly, but stern. And your eye contact with Martin, indicated that you wanted the matter to drop there.

“I have to say, he’s never offered to walk me back to my hotel room. Looks like he might have a little soft spot for you there.” You didn’t even know what to say back to that, but luckily Chris jumped in a saved you.

“He wouldn’t be the first to have a soft spot for Miss. Love. That’s for sure.” Chris gave you a wink and you dropped your face downwards and let out a little laugh.

“Thanks for you time guys.” And just like that Martin was storming off onto the next interview. When suddenly you felt a hand on your waist and you turned slightly to see Daniel there. “Hey” you beamed at him. “How are you?”

“Yeah I’m feeling pretty good.” He removed his hand from your back and you couldn’t help but wish he had kept it there. He turned to Chris and help out his hand. “Hey how’s it going?” Chris accepted his hand and they shared a handshake.

“Alright mate. How you feeling about the race today.”

“Yeah not bad, just trying to keep focused.” He gave you a small smile. “Will you be joining us this evening?”

“Ah yeah, Ells mentioned something about a night out. Yeah I’m there!”

“Alright perfect. Well I gotta get going, duty calls.” I’ll see you both later. He grazed your arm as he headed over to his car.

“Be careful!” You called after him. “Precious cargo.” This caused him to look back and give you a big smile and a cheeky wink.

Shortly after you were escorted off the track and back to the McLaren garage where you would both be watching the race.

The race had been absolute carnage from start to finish. With a crash at the very start involving 5 cars, it had been thrown into chaos. All drivers involved were okay, which was a massive relief to everyone. However, Daniel had benefited from it quite nicely, managing to take home P3!

You and the rest of the McLaren team headed over to the the pit lane where the first three place cars were gathering. Much to your surprise the team ushered you and Chris right to the front of the barrier so you could see as much as you could. You watched as Daniel climbed out of his car and came bounding over to the McLaren team who gave him a huge embrace lifting him off his feet ever so slightly. You and Chris couldn’t stop clapping and cheering. You watched as Daniel lifted his helmet off his head and caught eyes with you. He came wondering over and pulled you into a big hug, somewhat taking you by surprise.

The McLaren team erupted into even louder cheers at this. Your whole body felt like it had been lit on fire at his touch. When he eventually went to pull away he dropped a firm kiss to your left cheek and you felt a blush immediately appear. He seemed pretty happy with the reaction he had caused as a smirk took over his lips. He turned to Chris and they shared another handshake before he headed off to be weighed.

You were back in your hotel room in the process of getting ready for a night out with some of the drivers, Chris and more importantly Daniel. You were nervous. No, that was a lie. You were petrified. You hadn’t been on a date in..well years. Not since you split with your ex. That whole experience had been somewhat traumatic for you and it had massively put you off the whole dating scene for a long time.

You’d been pacing in your room for the past 30 minutes over the three dresses that were currently laid out on your bed. You hated that you were becoming this girl, but you didn’t know which one to wear.

If you were getting ready for an event, you could rely on your stylist, however they weren’t here to help you today and you simply didn’t know which one to pick. You did the only thing that you could think of doing. You called Chris.

You continued to pace as the phone was ringin-

“Hello?”

“Chris! Hi!”

“Err..is everything okay Ellie?”

“Yes!” You paused. “I mean actually no, I’m freaking out.”

“Why what’s going on? I’m coming over right now,”

“No no it’s nothing serious, but I just can’t decide what to wear this evening and I’m slightly panicking a bit.” You could hear him chuckle through the phone. “This is serious Chris. This is a date. This is a first da-“ You were interrupted by a knock on the door. You made your way over to answer it. “Sorry someones at the door, but as I was saying, this is a first date.”

You grabbed the handle and pulled the door open, only to be greeted by Chris standing on the other side holding the phone to his ear. “Yes, I know it’s a first date.”

“I haven’t been on a first date in years.”

“Yes I know.”

“I haven’t dated in years full stop. Not since Seb.” You paused pondering your own words. You had been in a long term relationship with your co-star on many of the Marvel movies, Sebastian Stan. You were completely in love with the man, well that was until he cheated on you of course. “Oh my god.” Chris looked at you perplexed as you shut the door behind him. “I’ve not dated since I was dating Seb and we were together for three years.” You could feel yourself spiralling now. “I haven’t dated in four years. Chris I’m not ready for this.”

“Okay, you need to calm down. You are ready for this. You deserve to go on a date and to be treated nicely.” You couldn’t help but smile at his words. “Daniels a great guy Ellie. You just need to enjoy tonight.” You sat down on in a chair and looked up to him.

“I know you’re right. I just need to calm down really. I’m being overly dramatic.”

“Yes, yes you are.” You fake kicked him from your seat, earning a laugh. “Now, show me these options.”

You clapped your hands together and stood up turning Chris to face the outfits that you had laid out on your bed. “I’m not sure, because we’re going to a club and I haven’t been to a club in a while.”

Chris scanned over the outfits for a little bit before finally pointing to one on the end. You looked at him a little shocked.

“Really?” You asked with one raised eyebrow.

“Hell yeah. No-one will be able to take their eyes off you if you wear that.”

You couldn’t lie. You felt entirely overdressed, over exposed and just down right not yourself in what you were wearing, but it was too late to change now. Daniel had sent you a text saying that he was just heading into the lobby, and you texted back to say that you would be down in a minute.

“Okay, come on Miss. Love. Time for a couple shots for dutch courage I think.” You turned away from looking at yourself in the mirror to where Chris was stood pouring four shots of tequila. You waltzed over and immediately picked one of the shots up downing it. Chris quickly joined you before you put the glass back down on the table before grabbing the next. This time you and Chris cheersed them before downing it. Giving you head a quick shake and wincing at the burning sensation down your throat you decided you were ready.

“Ready to do this Mr. Evans.”

“Hell yeah, let’s go.”

You and Chris made your way from your room and to the lifts. As you stood in them descending floors you couldn’t help but continue you fiddle with your outfit. “Do I look stupid?” You asked Chris suddenly.

“What?”

“As in do I look ridiculous? Because I feel ridiculous in all honestly.”

“Ellie the only way that you could be considered to look ridiculous right now, is ridiculously hot. So stop being silly and breathe.”

You gave Chris a light kiss on the cheek just as the doors opened and you stepped out. Your eyes scanned over the lobby and they fell onto Daniel. Christ did he look good. He was wearing black jeans, a black t-shirt and a black blazer over the top. It was so simple and yet he made it look stunning.

You stood admiring him for a few seconds when his head turned to you and your eyes locked. You watched as his gaze dropped from your eyes and slowly, almost painfully slowly scanned down the rest of your face, pausing a little too long over your lips which were painted a deep purple shade. His eyes continued to move down your neck where they hit your dress. His lips parted slightly as the again were held a little too long at your cleavage. You could feel your body lighting on fire everywhere his eyes gaze passed over. His eyes continued scanning down your body. When his eyes rejoined your gaze, you began to make your way over to him. Your arm linked with Chris’.

“You look beautiful.” He breathed out as you reached him. The smallest of smiles took over your lips as you blushed slightly at his compliment. You took another teeny step forward and went on your tippy toes to plant a kiss on his cheek, resting your hand on his shoulder for balance, you felt his hand come to your lower back and hold you there for a moment.

As you pulled away you addressed him. “Thank you sir.” You said cheekily. “You look very handsome this evening as well.”

He held out his arm for you to take. “Shall we?”

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[AO3] [1] Can’t Be

“They refuse to speak,” comes a voice, inhumanly steady and wiped clean. Monotone, glazed. French. “Every question has fallen flat, and I cannot stand the silence any longer—tu sais ça.”

Sense of frustrated obligation palpable, the report pulls a startling growl from his chest. He understands that thanks to the unforeseen obstinacy of their newest captive, they’ve made themselves his problem. It wasn’t supposed to be his burden, but since concern was slow to escalate until all other resources were exhausted and the others had failed to tease out what they wanted, Talon turned to their failsafe.

Reaper has long invested in a theory that everyone holds onto something with the power to break them—it’s only a matter of finding it. You’re a nameless, stubborn plaything to him, and your sense of bravery will not go unpunished.

Since your capture, there’s been a revolving door of figures entering the confined space, applying different tactics and varying degrees of violence. You’ve heard rambling, mealy soliloquies about how no one wants to hurt you but would if you don’t respond and have been threatened more times than you can keep track of; how can you consider them credible if you can’t even commit them to memory? All have demanded compliance, wanting you to reveal answers to questions you largely don’t understand. The few that you comprehend, you refuse with bitter silence, communicating your defiance and animosity without a single spoken word.

While the others have been unsuccessful, they’ve spared you from Reaper, who never fails an interrogation.

Without looking, you feel the weight of his being as he enters the cell. You lose sense of the fluorescent tremor of overhanging lights, the soundproof isolation of concrete, and the feeling of being deep underground. Instead, you begin to consider everything he can do to you, but it still does not feel like it’s worth giving in.

You’d rather feel the pain of self-discipline than regret. You won’t reveal what you know.

Still, you have to work hard to imagine Reaper not losing patience and resorting to the insistency of a loaded shotgun, something you assume the increasing probability of as his questions cease, collapsing into a single command. “Speak.”

“Go fuck yourself,” the words drop out of your mouth, irrepressible after hours of the same questions on rotation while being deprived of privacy. You can’t take them back, and it almost feels good until he gives a strangled laugh.

The room suffers an unbearable shift, something you’re still capable of gauging from the one spot you’ve channelled all your focus into—those standing in the ungraspable outer edges of your vision shiver in terror and anticipation.

“Oh, désolé,” goes a flat, cold voice with predictive insight, knowing as well as you do that the words will have a consequence; this is the one detail you take in before you are backhanded with so much force that you feel a cut rupture inside your cheek.

Unceremoniously, you spit out what you can, then break concentration with the floor to survey all the faces looking down at you. A string of bloodied saliva runs from your lip, and Reaper’s hand falls dead at his side.

One of the others makes the mistake of speaking out of turn, “Who are you?” Musclebound, dressed entirely in black combat gear. A nameless agent of Talon who has never witnessed anyone do something so brave—so stupid.

It’s just another question that doesn’t register, especially when you finally face Reaper as he looms above you. It’s then, and not a moment sooner, when he smothers the agent’s curiosity, jamming a shotgun against the asker’s temple and commanding everyone to exit the cell. It’s a point of non-negotiation, and he has the kind of ostentatious credentials to clear out the limited space without the slightest suggestion of transient interference.

With everyone gone in a matter of seconds, the voice Reaper uses is different. It’s no longer frayed and harsh—but soft.

“I knew you,” he says.

His whole being shifts inwardly, passing through an instantaneous metamorphosis. You are afforded no time to process the meaning. Though you want to call him a liar or demand an explanation, he kneels before you, and his presence consumes you; you stare at his mask and let it take you apart.

“Gabriel,” your whisper on the edge of audibility tastes of blood, “please help me.”

Reaper flinches at the name, or maybe the plea attached to it, raising his hands to pull his hood back. There is a woundedness to his posture.

“I knew him.”

It aches to hear him say this—as if he’s trying to assure you—and you don’t know why it pains you as much as it does until he works his mask off, revealing features of a face you will never forget. Aged, distressed, and profoundly familiar. No flash burn traces of the explosion or twisted, necrotic skin. Far from corpse-like, but not flushed with life either, every bit as animate as he shouldn’t be.

One hand cradles his mask while the other reaches toward you, a chrome nail protruding from his glove dusts your trembling jaw. It is monstrously hypnotic.

“You knew me,” he says quietly but firmly.

You expect Reaper’s affectionate touch to repulse you, and when it doesn’t, your trance-like state continues. The sharp end continues to cross your flesh, and you cannot deny how desperate you are to feel something dead live once more. His gesture steals you away into hazy memory recollection where everything that comes to mind is alike only in common indefiniteness. Even with thought reduced to a reluctant crawl, you remember things you’ve lost that have gone nameless with intention. How Gabriel looked in the doorframe, coming and going. His secret, satisfied sigh after the first sip of coffee in the mornings. How he’d shed his sweater and dive into bed with you, warming your cold hands.

He pulls it all out of you.

You want to press your face against his chest and cry, feel his chin over your scalp, and his arms fold around you. Some comfort for all the hurt and everything you had been healing and running from. But you couldn’t do that.

You couldn’t do anything.

“I lost him,” you mutter, voice wavering in refusal and leaving you uncertain if you’ve vocalized anything at all. Each word tastes like blood from being backhanded, but the stinging in your mouth reduces to a dull throb amidst the rest. You remain softly aghast with your heartbeat pounding in your throat and ears and wrists, amplified in the soundproof concrete undercroft. “No one comes back from where he went.”

You can’t be Gabriel because I’ve been to his gravesite. I’ve seen the epitaph, brought him flowers, and put my hands into the soil. That was undeniably real.

Reaper’s unmasked gaze pushes you further into the idea of encounters that were once so sharp, clear, and vivid—into a saturation of life you lost. As his face dares to move closer, he distorts your straining senses, wearing a crown of fluorescent light that misshapes his smouldering outline—close enough as if he intended to kiss you.

You were warned profusely that if he caught you, that would be the end. You were prepared for that eventuality, but nothing could have prepared you for this.

The brain has a gating mechanism, recognizing the most severe sensation and blocking everything else out. Similarly, your brain decided the shock of seeing Gabriel’s face behind the mask was above the threshold, the critical point. You could no longer register the helplessness from being held captive, the wound in your cheek or the claw trailing over your jaw.

Your heart stops—or feels like it—and falling forward into him, you black out.

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Angst Loneliness Part 4:

As soon as McGee gets into work Gibbs has him call up the CCTV footage…and as soon as he sees what happens, how wobbly you look as you hobble into autopsy, how you crumble like a piece of paper, how you’re left laying there for four hours, his heart breaks. He delivers himself a hard smack to the back of his own head, how could he miss all that?

But he realises it’s not just on him. He turns to the team to ask when any of them last heard from you. He’s greeted with a wall of shrugs and blank looks, but everyone starts thinking- they’ve not really included you.

It hits Tim hardest, he knows what it’s like to be shoved to the edge of things and the loneliness that comes with it. He ends up calling you, to check on you, but there’s no reply.

“McGee get me the last known whereabouts of Y/N. Track her cell or something. Who knows where she lives?” Gibbs instructs. But his question is met with silence. They don’t know where you live, you were last to join the team, and they hadn’t really made an effort to get to know you.

He sighs. “Get me the address too. DiNozzo, wrap this case up. Ziva, go and tell Ducky to stay near the phone, I may need him.” Gibbs’s gut is telling him he’s not going to like what he finds if/when he finds you.

Gibbs is surprised to find that you live in an apartment that’s surprisingly close to the office, in fact even though he drove it, Gibbs realised he could walk it quicker. He patters up the stairs and knocks on the door, gently at first. But then he sees the blood that’s smeared on the door and he starts to pound on it. He crouches down and peers through the letterbox, he can just about make out your figure laid on the floor- right in the way of the door.

He pulls out his phone. “Duck, get here now! Bring medical supplies, and walk it- it’s so much quicker to walk.” He snaps his phone shut and pulls out his lock picking kit. It doesn’t take long to jiggle the lock open. He pushes on the door, but it doesn’t budge, you’re laid against it.

“Y/N, come on! Wake up Agent! Come on, up you get!” He shouts through the crack in the door.

You stir a tiny bit and whimper. It’s enough for him to hear.

“Y/N? Y/N! I know you’re hurting but can you move for me? Just roll over so I can get through the door without hurting you?” He’s panicked, but listening to him you wouldn’t know it. He waits until the pressure is gone from the door, then he slips in. He lands on his knees at your head, at least you’re on your back now.

There’s a huge bruise on one side of your face, evidently from the fall, you’re pale and cold, yet sweaty. He grabs your wrist and wraps it in a scarf he grabs off the coat stand that you’d knocked over as you fell.

“Wake up Y/N, tell me how long have you been here like this? Talk to me.” His voice is low, no need to shout now he’s holding your body in his arms.

But you don’t wake. You don’t stir, rolling over has taken what tiny bit of energy you have left.

“Jethro?” Ducky calls, he shuffles into the small apartment. “Oh my dear. She looks in a bad way. How long has she been like this?” Ducky gets to work straight away, cleaning and bandaging your wrist after doing some paper stitches. He takes your temperature and pulls on your eyelids to see your pupils. “We need to get her to a hospital, she needs a drip of antibiotics, and possibly a blood transfusion.”

That’s all Gibbs needs to hear, he scoops you up into his arms and gets you to the hospital, leaving Ducky in your apartment. The Doctor looks around sadly, the place is small and nearly empty, it feels lonely.

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ejzah · 11 months

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The Agent and the Fireman, Part 8

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“Deeks!”

“Kensi, what’s going on?” Callen asked as Kensi kept the phone next to her ear, and gestured to Eric.

“Someone’s shooting at Deeks. Can you make sure that LAPD is notified?” she said, waiting for Eric to give a nod of confirmation as she turned towards the sliding doors. All she could hear now where the faintest of shouts and static, making her think that Deeks had dropped his phone.

“Kensi, wait, where are you going?” Callen put a hand on her arm, not using any force, but stopping her in her tracks.

“It sounded like he was in some kind of altercation and then I heard gunfire,” Kensi reported, going into agent mode automatically.

“Ok, well I’m sure if anything did happen, LAFD has it under control,” he told Kensi.

“I’m not waiting to find out.” She gave him an incredulous look. “He could be in serious danger.” Or seriously injured, her brain added helpfully.

“Relax, we’re not going to let your lover boy get hurt,” Sam assured her. “Let’s go save Kensi’s firefighter.”

Kensi was just worried enough not to protest at his teasing.

***

Kensi’s heart pounded, stomach crawling with nerves the entire drive. She thought she might be sick when she saw the row of police cars lined up outside the burned out building.

Callen flashed his badge at the officer guarding the entrance. “NCIS,” he said.

“Officer Dan Perez. Damn, you guys are serious about this case. We just arrived a few minutes ago,” he commented.

“Agent Blye,” he gesture to Kensi. “was on the phone with one a member of LAFD, Lieutenant Deeks, when she heard shots fired.”

“Oh, I see.” The officer’s eyes drifted over Kensi.

The lack of urgency annoyed her, but it did calm her nerves slightly.

“Can you tell us what happened?” she asked. “Is the Lieutenant alright?

“Well, you can ask him yourself,” Perez offered, hooking his thumb behind him. “He’s getting patched up an giving his statement.”

Kensi sighed in relief, narrowly resisting the urge to hug the man. Patching up meant Deeks was alive.

“Thank you!” she said, rushing past him. It wasn’t hard to find the sole ambulance parked to the side, and even in the darkness, Deeks’ halo of blonde curls were like a beacon.

He has his head turned towards the EMT working on his arm, one hand raised to his head.

“Deeks,” she exclaimed in relief. His head swiveled, surprise crossing his features, followed by a wince. She realized now that he held an ice pack to his forehead, opposite the gash he’d received earlier that night.

“Kensi, what are you—oh my god,” he tipped his back, squeezing his eyes tight as he groaned. “The phone call. I’m sorry, I completely forgot about that.”

“No, it’s ok,” Kensi told him. At the moment, she was willing to forgive him anything. “Are you ok? I heard the shots—”

“Yeah, no, it looks worse than it is.”

“Bullet graze to the right bicep, mild concussion with superficial damage to the temple, and lots of bruises,” the EMT listed off calmly without pausing in her ministrations.

“Thanks, Tina,” Deeks said tightly. “Do you think we could have a minute?”

“Sure. But don’t even think about running off without letting me finish wrapping that or I will come and find you,” Tina threatened.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Once she was out of immediate sight, Kensi stepped closer, immediately examining beneath the partially applied bandage. Her brows furrowed at the torn line of flesh along his bicep, still bleeding steadily.

“Oh my god,” she murmured. “This looks awful.”

“I know, it’s totally gonna mess up my tan,” Deeks joked. “Of course, I hear that some women really dig scars, so there’s that.”

“That’s not funny,” Kensi said sharply, drawing yet another surprised glance from him. She felt bad for it almost immediately, especially with the way his shoulders slumped. He looked tired and hurt, and probably should be at a hospital, not a grimy crime scene.

She rubbed her thumb over her bottom lip, forcing down her instinct to lash out instead of voicing her feelings. “ I’m sorry. I was worried about you,” she admitted.

“Extremely worried,” Callen added from behind her, and she almost groaned as he and Sam came to stand on either side of her. Deeks dropped his hand, revealing the bruised and gashed skin of his temple for the first time as he glanced between the two men curiously.

“I’m Agent Sam Hanna and this my partner, Agent Callen,” Sam introduced them. “We’re Kensi’s colleagues.”

“Marty Deeks, LAFD. How you doing?” Deeks asked, somehow managing to bring out a modicum of charm despite his downtrodden appearance.

“Well, based on how you look, pretty good in comparison,” Callen said, drawing a breathy laugh from Deeks.

“Yeah, I’ve had better nights.”

“Your captain said you might have seen the arsonist. Are you able to give us a statement?” Callen asked, getting back to business.

Deeks nodded. “Yeah, of course. I was near the east wing of the building, where there’s the least damage. We’d found some evidence of multiple incendiary devices, which is when I called Kensi. As I was walking out, I saw someone lurking around, dressed in dark clothes, picking something off the ground.“ He sighed heavily, brushing at his matted bangs with his thumbnail. “He ran, so I pursued, and tackled him.

“What made you realize he wasn’t just some nosy civilian?” Sam asked.

“Gut instinct,” Deeks answered without hesitation or smugness. “And the gun he pulled on me was kind of another big clue. He clocked pretty good with it, which is how he got loose. Then he just started firing aimlessly. Could have hit anyone.”

Kensi’s stomach clenched again at the image he created.

“One of the bullets ricocheted off of something and grazed my arm while I was calling for back up.”

“You took a pretty big risk going after this guy without any kind weapon,” Sam commented, maybe a little admonishment in his tone.

“I didn’t do it for the bragging rights, Agent Hanna.” Deeks faced him unflinchingly. “This arsonist has caused significant damage, wasted countless resources, and most importantly with this most recent fire, taken a life. In the moment, it seemed like a good idea to try and stop him,” he explained.

“Well, I can’t argue with that. Did you get a good look at the suspect?”

“Uh, yeah. He was roughly 5’10, pretty slim build. I didn’t get a look at his face, but I did pull it off when I tackled him. He has light brown or blonde hair and at the time, wore a black hat and shirt, black pants, and dark shoes,” Deeks rattled off.

“Good. Nell and Eric should be able to do something with that,” Callen said.

“Our tech people,” Kensi explained to Deeks.

“Mm.” Deeks winced again, energy clearing flagging.

“Are you sure you don’t want someone to take you to the hospital?” She couldn’t keep the concern from her voice.

“Nah, I’ll get one of the guys to drive me home after and I’ll pop a couple ibuprofen,” he said with a shrug.

“I’m sure Agent Blye will kiss it better for you,” Sam said in a whisper loud enough to carry a few feet away.

“Sam!” Kensi hissed, glaring at him.

“Now that sounds like the perfect cure,” Deeks murmured with a wink and a crooked grin. The thought seemed to liven him up a little.

“You, and you.” Kensi pointed to Sam and then Callen. “Go wait for me by the car.”

“Yes mom,” Sam grinned, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he turned towards where they’d parked the Challenger.

“Save the making out for after we solve the case!” Callen called after them.

Kensi groaned, covering her eyes. “Oh my god, I am so sorry about them.”

“Don’t worry about it. They seem like fun,” Deeks decided with obvious amusement.

“Sure, until they gang up on you.” She sobered a little, unable to joke freely with Deeks bloody and hurt right in front of her. “I’m glad you’re ok,” she added. Deeks held out his hand, and she hesitantly placed her hand in his. Folding his fingers around her palm, he raised her hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles.

“Thanks for worrying about me.” He glanced around them, at the flashing lights, crumbled building, and sighed regretfully. “I think it’s going to be a while before we get to make up for that date.”

“It’s ok,” Kensi said. “I can wait.” She stretched up on her toes, brushing his hair back from his cheek so she could whisper in his ear. “And it’s going to be so worth the wait.”

She heard Deeks’ breath hitch and pulled back with a satisfied smile. “Get better fast, Lieutenant.”

***

A/N: This story is still 90% Kensi and Deeks flirting. I hope you enjoyed the little bit of whump.

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Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 7: Something To Celebrate

“Up and at ‘em, 0011.”

Q’s wake-up call jolts me from a restful sleep. I see he’s showered and dressed in a new suit, making me a tad frustrated that I can’t stand up to clean myself yet. I’ll have Eve help me later.

“Good morning, Quartermaster. Sleep well?”

“Like the dead. You?”

I chuckle darkly. “Like I’m a 00 agent who’s being hunted.”

He hands me a blueberry muffin, which I have no doubt he baked himself. “I wish I could help, but I’m afraid the only way to assure your identity can be wiped clean is the capture of Silva.”

Is he actually showing empathy? Q really must have gotten a good sleep for him to be so laid-back.

“Ready for work?” I ask as I devour the muffin.

Q brings over my wheelchair and helps me into it. My leg is already showing improvement.

“Sure am. I’m hoping there’s news from Bond.”

I let out a heavy sigh as he pushes me out the door. “You and me both. No doubt he’s destroyed something.”

Q groans. “If I have to repair that radio transmitter again…”

We take another company SUV (Q must have pulled some strings) and arrive to work half an hour early. The minute we enter I see Mallory is waiting for us.

“Good. You’re here. Q, where is Bond?”

I can’t see Q’s face, but I can tell he’s trying to construct a lie. “Like I told you yesterday, sir. He disappeared off our radar.”

Mallory isn’t convinced but gestures for us to pass. Deep down I’m glad to know I’m not the only one being left in the dark. Soon enough we see Eve walking towards us.

“M’s dead.”

Q stops dead in his tracks and spins me around so we’re facing her. I’m not supposed to form attachments, but M was one of the first people to welcome me into the MI6. She made me learn that you don’t need a family to have a good life, you just need to find a purpose for yourself. And mine was to serve my country.

“This world has lost a brilliant leader,” I mutter. “Who’s in charge now?”

“Mallory. The new secretary is Moneypenny.” Eve winks. “You might recognize her.”

She pivots and walks down the hall towards Mallory’s office.

Q sighs. “M was a remarkable woman. I’ll miss her.”

“Let’s hope Mallory is half-decent. Let’s go meet this new secretary.”

We follow where Eve disappeared to. Q opens the door and pushes me in, where we both find- Eve?

The lady behind the desk smiles. “Hello, 0011.”

“You got promoted? Congratulations! We have got to celebrate after work.”

Q is just as surprised as me. “Goodness, wow. Not that it’s a hard choice, you’re clearly well over-qualified. Congrats!”

“I say we go out to the K Bar. I hear their wine list is divine!” Eve Moneypenny suggests.

“What do you think, Quartermaster?” I look up to flash Q a wide grin. “Am I allowed to drink during my recovery?”

The lanky geek smiles, leans down and whispers: “We’ll keep it off the records, eh?”

Tonight’s going to be spectacular!

Since my apartment’s been compromised, I’m not allowed to live there anymore. Which means all my belongings have been moved to the spare closet in the basement.

“Sorry about this, Q. I promise I’ll find a place and be out of your hair as soon as possible.”

The computer geek has been incredibly helpful with helping me move. At first I thought he’d be annoyed at me invading his space, but he’s been more supportive than I'd expect. Yet he still can't help but complain about how many clothes I have.

“You’d better! This closet looks like a stuffed tick that’s about to pop. What’s in this tote anyway? Cinder blocks?”

I look away to avoid his gaze. “It’s shoes, actually.”

“Shoes?”

“What? I never know what shoe I might need! Pumps, kitten heels, boots, sneakers-”

Q sets the tote down and gives an exasperated grunt. “I get it, I get it!”

I wheel myself closer and give him a pat on the shoulder. “Thank you. Now would you help me pick out a dress for tonight?”

He looks down at me with a new smirk. “You look stunning in everything, Mrs. White.”

“Well thank you, Mr. White.” I arch an eyebrow. “I’m looking forward to seeing you gussied up as well.”

Q looks over my collection of dresses, all the while looking very serious as if deciding on buying a house. After a few moments he holds up one of my favorite blue evening dresses.

“I like this one.”

“Then we each have good taste,” I smirk as I’m handed the dress. “I think we’ve all earned a celebration after all this chaos.”

The hours tick by and soon enough it’s already quitting time. Eve helps me into the gorgeous dress and supplies me with some makeup. She herself is wearing a simple black dress.

“Very classy, Moneypenny.”

“Thank you! I’m-” She looks around to see if we’re alone, then whispers: “I’m going out on a date after our dinner!”

I gasp. “A promotion, and a date? You lucky girl!”

She giggles and begins pushing me to the exit. “I know! I’m so excited! Just try to keep it low-profile, alright?”

I mock-zip my lips shut. “Your secret’s safe with me. Now let’s get the K Bar so I can finally have a drink.”

“You’re starting to sound like Bond,” Moneypenny teases.

“I'll take that as a compliment. Although I do wish to keep my dignity intact.”

We take Moneypenny’s car to the bar and discover Q already has a table for us. He’s chosen a basic dress shirt and slacks, yet to me he’s the most handsome man here. Wait. What?

“Good evening, ladies.” The computer geek raises a mug of (no surprise) Earl Gray tea. “I took the liberty of ordering you some drinks of your own.”

On que, the waiter shows up with a tray of martini glasses. I see Moneypenny has a simple red wine and mine is-

"You ordered me a plain lemonade?" I ask, bewildered.

"Strawberry lemonade, actually," Q informs. "You said you're not a fan of alcohol."

How can this man be so thoughtful and annoying?

I pick up the colorful drink with a grateful smile. "Thanks, Q."

We each take our glasses and raise them to a toast.

“To M, the strongest and most fearless leader the MI6 has ever seen,” I announce in a rousing tone. “And to Eve, or should I say Moneypenny, who will without a doubt shine as our new secretary!”

No matter if Bond gets back or not, I know we’ll keep an eye on things.

#quartermaster x reader #quartermaster #q x reader #james bond #daniel craig #ben whishaw #skyfall #spectre #no time to die #007 #james bond 007

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marvelstarker-mha98 · 11 months

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark Chapter 15: The biggest secret of them all

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, brock rumlow & reader, Nick fury & alexander pierce, Friday & reader, Natasha romanoff & nick fury vs Alexander pierce, Steve rogers & natasha romanoff

Summary: Reader has a mission from the “Dead” Nick fury with a reveal Co author with: callikc

Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique Previous

Time was passing quicker and quicker lately.

The days became weeks and the weeks became months. It was hard to keep track with all the working you did.

Your current project was an updated gun made specially for the field commander of the STRIKE team. He was going on a special-ops mission with Agent Romanoff and Steve Rogers.

It looked like your run-of-the-mill machine gun, only you had added a special setting for stunning, meaning not every shot needed to be lethal if it didn't have to be. You carried this weapon throughout the SHIELD halls, finding Rumlow talking to some of his team.

"Rumlow." You called to get his attention.

He turned to face you. "Campbell."

"I've got the upgrades you wanted."

"Alright." He turned back to the team and said something you couldn't make out before walking over. "Thanks for this, Campbell."

"No problem, Striker." You handed him the gun. "Turn the dial to blue and bada-bing bada-boom, you got yourself a stun gun. Just turn it back for bullets."

"Got it. You know, you should join a few of these operations. We could use your brains in the field."

You scoffed. "No, thanks. I've had my fair share of the 'field'. The lab is where I belong."

As you grabbed your stuff and shut down the lab for the day, you noticed Agent Romanoff talking with Agent Barton. Even though both worked with your dad, you assumed they had no idea who you were and kept your head down to keep it that way. Your secret was becoming harder to contain, but you were managing.

You didn't catch a lot of their conversation, only something about the mission Natasha was going on with Steve and the STRIKE team. She sounded concerned.

The days were grueling in the warehouse.

You didn't know how much sleep you'd lost working on your new AI, but it was enough to wind up on a coffee shortage. In total, about four mugs were lined up at your workstation. But you were finally finished.

"How we looking, FRIDAY?" You asked aloud, kicking your feet up.

"Project: Ultron is fully functional, miss."

"Ah, look at me. Genius, I am."

"Very much so."

You smirked to yourself and turned down the music you were listening to - Ozzy's Bark At The Moon album - just as a loud telephone line began to ring in the warehouse.

"Incoming call from an encrypted line." FRIDAY said.

Your brows furrowed. "Can you decrypt it?"

A pause.

"I'm afraid not, miss."

"Alright." You sighed and answered whoever it was. "Look, if this is a scam call, shove it up your ass."

"Charmed, Campbell." An all too familiar voice said.

"Fury?" You questioned.

He didn't sound too good, his tone was lower than usual and there was a hint of pain in his voice.

"You good? You sound beat." You said.

"Look, we don't have much time. I need you to get Loki's scepter."

"Eh?" You sat up straight, even more confused. "What's going on?"

"SHIELD is compromised."

Your voice faltered. "What?"

You knew that despite reinventing your whole life, SHIELD archives probably held a sample of who you used to be. If it was compromised, that meant somebody could find out.

"It's HYDRA. Agent Sitwell and STRIKE, probably others. Don't trust anyone."

HYDRA...

"If you say so."

"Yeah, I do. Good luck out there."

You began to backtrack, heading back to your lab. That was all your work done now. Well, SHIELD work anyway. You still had a home project you were working on.

Ultron.

It was still locked away in your warehouse. It was done, it had been for months now, but just because something seemed finished, it didn't mean it couldn't be perfected. That was something you remembered your dad saying a couple times. It was one of the things that stuck with you.

You remembered finding your grandfather's journals and the way he talked about them... They ruined so many lives. You also thought back to the day where you flirted your way into getting the scepter off of Sitwell and cringed.

"How did this happen, Fury?"

"It doesn't matter. Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff are being targeted, as am I, and maybe even you. It's the Winter Soldier."

You raised a brow. "The Winter who?"

"HYDRA's trained assassin. Look, just get the scepter before they do and wait for my instructions. Remember, don't trust anyone."

Before you could ask anything else, the line disconnected. You were left speechless, wondering how everything had gone wrong.

The scepter...

It was at the Triskelion in DC.

A multitude of thoughts were racing through your head. How did SHIELD become compromised? Was it really HYDRA? Was there an assassin possibly after you? Would you be able to get to DC in time? Was Fury okay?

You sighed. "Shit."

You stood from your chair, pacing a little as a plan quickly formed in your head. It wasn't much of a plan, but at least you had something. But, first, you needed to hide Ultron.

You went to the computers and compiled all the data files and algorithms onto one singular memory drive. Once that part was done, you took the drive and stashed it away in a hidden compartment for safe keeping. And, now that Ultron was safely packed away, you'd need a fast way to get to the capital.

And you knew just the car to take.

- You drove like a bat out of hell in order to get to the Triskelion in time.Things seemed so normal there it was actually disconcerting. The people were walking around as they chatted away, security seemed to be doing their jobs, no one looked suspicious at all. You got a few looks, especially since you hadn't been to the HQ in a few weeks, but thankfully you went mostly unnoticed and blended in with the other people. With Fury's call fresh in your mind, your paranoia was dialed up and even scanning your ID badge felt like a target was suddenly glowing on your back. You went straight to your lab there, trying to be as subtle as you could while also watching out for Sitwell and STRIKE. Once you were in, you immediately went to a locked storage unit at the back of the room and found all your weapons. A gun, a watch that shot sleep darts, smoke bombs, acid balls, and the pencil shocker you showed Harley to name a few. You equipped them all. "Okay..." You took a moment to breathe, realizing this next part would be the hardest. "He better be giving me a pay rise after this." You went over to your computer and decided to search for the level that contained Loki's scepter. After a bit of hacking here and deception there, you got into the highly classified files. Naturally, it needed a clearance level you didn't have. But that was easily remedied. You just reconstructed the circuits in your ID to recognize you as level 8 which was what was needed. It did take twenty minutes to figure out, but you got it regardless."Alright." You slowly nodded to yourself, placing the new badge around your neck. "Got weapons, hacked SHIELD, re-coded the badge. I guess it's scepter time." As you left, you noticed various boards on the walls depicting the countdown for the launch of Project Insight. You believed it was to help SHIELD eliminate threats to the population, but of course now it was probably something much darker. When you finally arrived at the labs and conned your way into the holding room, you were faced with three scientists, only ones that looked a lot meaner and more deadly than you did. Fury had warned you about this. You couldn't trust them. "How did you get in?" One asked. "Who are you?" Another asked right after. They had their hands reaching for weapons so you simply got their first, directing your gun at the meanest looking one. In retaliation, they revealed their own guns. "Put your toys down." You told them. "Call the guards." One scientist told his colleagues. But the second another went to move, you pulled the trigger on him and nailed the ground right in front of him. He yelled in surprise and quickly backed up before you could shoot him for real. Even you were surprised you actually did it. "That's a warning." You said, forcing yourself to remain calm. "Now step aside." With a worried glance, the three did as they were asked. You picked up a case hidden behind them, and, still on guard, you clicked it open. The scepter, in all its glowstick of destiny glory, was tucked inside. With a nod, you shut the case again and pointed your gun at the scientists again. They seemed too afraid to make a move. But before you could leave, the PA in the room suddenly crackled to life. "Attention all SHIELD agents, this is Steve Rogers." You stopped immediately to listen. "You've heard a lot about me over the last few days. Some of you were even ordered to hunt me down. But I think it's time you know the truth. SHIELD is not what we thought it was. It's been taken over by HYDRA. Alexander Pierce is their leader. The STRIKE and Insight crew are HYDRA as well. I don't know how many more, but I know they're in the building. They could be standing right next to you. They almost have what they want. Absolute control. They shot Nick Fury. And it won't end there. If you launch those helicarriers today, HYDRA will be able to kill anyone that stands in their way. Unless we stop them. I know I'm asking a lot, but the price of freedom is high. It always has been. And it's a price I'm willing to pay. And if I'm the only one, then so be it. But I'm willing to bet I'm not."

After the PA cut out, you felt something burn inside you. It was a sudden passion to defend and protect the world you knew, to take down HYDRA and help the captain stop their plan.

"Damn, he's good." You mumbled, slowly putting your gun down.

- Way above, completely unbeknownst to you, Pierce and Fury were having a chat of their own.As Natasha was overriding SHIELD data to expose HYDRA and the helicarriers steadily rose up in the background, she could hear the two discussing something very interesting. "Keeping secrets from me was not a wise thing to do." Fury was saying. "You would know all about secrets, wouldn't you?" Pierce replied. "But this infiltration wasn't all HYDRA had to hide." "Considering you're just about done, I don't think revealing any more secrets matters, do you?" "Trust me, you'll want to hear this one, Nick." The man smirked, seemingly proud of himself. "Do you remember Tony Stark's daughter?" Those in the room went dead silent. "She's missing." Fury stated. "Most likely dead." "You and I both know that's a lie." Pierce said."Do we?" "We do. You see, I had a friend a long time ago named Obadiah Stane. He was a good man, strong and loyal to HYDRA. He told me all about her once she discovered the plan to kill Tony in Afghanistan. You wanna know the biggest secret of them all?"

A few floors below, you were watching pure chaos unfold in the Triskelion.

Steve's speech had genuinely inspired you. It made you realize that you were done hiding. For too many years you'd hidden in the shadows and pretended to be someone you weren't. For too many years you'd been afraid to face the truth and embrace who you were. For too many years the world had known the wrong you. It was time to correct that.

It was time to let them know just who in the hell they were really dealing with. "FRIDAY, hack the comms." You instructed. "Give them a visual." "Yes, miss." She replied, doing exactly as you asked. It took a minute to gain the entire building in your control, but eventually you assured that every speaker in the Triskelion and every screen displayed your voice and image. For the first time in years, people were about to see the real you. You started with a clap. "Thank you, Captain America, for that inspiring speech of yours." You said with a smile. "It made me not want to run like a scared little chicken. Again, thank you!" You took a deep breath before going on. "So, I know it's scary being held hostage by these guys, but I know they don't want to kill you. Not yet anyway. Because I have something a little better. Something that you've all been missing." You opened the case in your hands and revealed the scepter to the camera. "Loki's staff. I know you bitches have been missing this since... Well, since I stole it from one of your agents so long ago. I stole it and I kept it safe. Now who am I you may ask. I know the people who pass by and talk to me from time to time know me as Ellen Campbell or the engineer chick who made this and that but, to tell you the truth, I'm not who you think I am. Still holding the scepter with one hand, you used your other to remove your hood and the wig you were wearing, revealing your natural hair and true face. "My real name is (Y/n) Stark, missing daughter of Tony Stark and the heir to Stark Industries. Hell, call me the Princess of SHIELD. I have been hiding for six years, and I know you shittt little HYDRA agents were ordered by Obadiah Stane to put a hit on me, so let's get straight to the point. I don't have a bow and arrow like Hawkeye. I'm not a super soldier like Captain America. I don't have a badass fighting style like Black Widow. I'm not a god like Thor. I don't change into a cool green rage monster like Hulk. And I don't have a suit of armor like my dad. But, since you know who I am... Come find me and the staff, you Nazi wannabes."

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark & daughter! reader #tony stark #ironman #nick fury #alexander pierce #brock rumlow #natasha romanoff #black widow #steve rogers #captain america #avengers #mcu #marvel

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hey! this is chance & here’s week 3’s prompt. share an excerpt that you’re very proud of from any of your wips.

thank you!! since i’m actually working on cage (for once) have my favorite funny little scene from chapter 11 — it’s not done yet but i’m just terribly amused by it.

tagging @valeffelees bc cage content lol

“Cole Cassidy, do you copy?”

“Kind of not tha time, Hanzo.” Cassidy tried to keep the growl out of his voice, but given the present circumstances he just couldn’t. There went all the hard work he’d put into he and Hanzo’s relationship down the drain— the man was more skittish than a crotchety old chihuahua. He was ushering along the civilians with him as quickly as he could. One omnic with bright blue synthetic hair and a sparking core had an arm slung over his shoulder, and even if he didn’t have their metal body to contend with, he could hear the footsteps of Talon agents fast approaching. It felt like they were fucking everywhere. Roaches, infesting every inch of King’s Row.

Undeterred, Hanzo continued. “You will do exactly as I say.”

“An jus’ who made you captain?” Cassidy snorted. “There’s a dead end over here!” Someone towards the front of the pack called. Fuck, goddamn, shit, fuck. He didn’t have time for this, for Hanzo’s bullshit, Talon, none of it. This is why he never joined the frontlines. In Blackwatch he never had to be concerned about the safety of civilians when he could be doing what he did best: taking down the enemy head on. But he came back to do good, to fix what Reyes and Blackwatch broke, to ease his own goddamn consciousness before he inevitably kicked the bucket. This is what he got for caring.

“There are thirty agents tailing you, and there are no exits in the way you’re heading.” Cassidy stopped cold in his tracks, jerking the sparking omnic roughly without meaning to. He touched his free hand to his comm. “What?” He kept his voice low, to smooth the panic out of his voice so it wouldn’t raise civilian alarm. “How—”

“I can see them, and your position.” The adrenaline coursing through his body was a petrol fire, making every hair on his arm stand on end.

“Is everything okay?” The sparking omnic asked. Their tinny voice was laced with worry, and Cassidy couldn’t meet their eyes. He looked over his shoulder, towards the sound of heavy armored feet growing louder.

“Do not make me repeat myself, Cole Cassidy. You will do exactly as I say.”

If they weren’t in the middle of a life or death situation, Cassidy would swear that Hanzo’s voice was practically a purr. If his heart wasn’t thundering in his throat, and if he was more than two-thirds of a whiskey bottle deep, maybe he’d even admit to himself that Hanzo sounded hot.

Presently he ignored it. Tried to. “What d’ya say?” Cassidy found himself breathing out.

“On my count,” He could practically feel Hanzo wetting his lips. “You will tell the civilians to duck. You will also duck.”

“Duck- Huh?” The rest of the civilians he was leading by now had stopped in their tracks and were giving him quizzical, maybe even panicked looks. So maybe he wasn’t as good at keeping the panic out of his own voice as he thought. Cassidy looked over his shoulder once more as the first of Talon’s soldiers burst into the alley.

“Oh my god!” Someone shrieked.

“Don’t move!” Cassidy’s voice was rough.

“One,” Hanzo counted in his ear.

The Talon agent at the end of the alley didn’t stop though. He made his own sounding call to the men that must’ve been looking for them down other nooks and alleys to come this way. The sound of more boots racing towards them was thundering. The Talon agent trained his gun at them. The red dot sight on the barrel of his gun zeroed in directly on Cassidy’s chest.

“Two,” Hanzo’s voice was steady in his ear and heaven’s above, he was going to be the death of them. Cassidy was going to die listening to him because the deranged part of his mind that listened to his dick told him to listen to the man purring in his ear over all the good, hard-earned sense in his own head, that was screaming at him to at least pull out Peacekeeper and shoot. Behind the first goon, more and more Talon soldiers swarmed around the bend, guns drawn and aimed— if not at him, then one of the cowering civilians behind him.

“Mommy!” One of the little girls was sobbing now and Cassidy still stood frozen, bated, waiting. “Do something!” Another woman cried, grabbing his serape tightly in her fists. The Talon soldiers continued to file into the alley like ants descending upon an unfortunate slug and Cassidy’s idiot brain was clutching onto Hanzo’s words like a goddamn lifeline. He was barely breathing, but against his ear, Hanzo’s breath remained terrifyingly steady.

“Three.”

“Duck!” Cassidy roared.

Thankfully, everyone in his small group listened and dropped to the ground like sacks of dead weight. And though Cassidy could hear the rip of dozens of triggers being pulled at the same time, none of the bullets met them. A different roar sounded above them, so deafening that Cassidy felt his ears pop. His eyes that squeezed shut in reflex flew open.

Dragons. Bonafide, blue, snarling dragons flew over them directly into the panicked crowd of Talon soldiers. Some tried to shoot, some tried to run— none of them were any match for the terrifying size, speed and precision of the beasts’s gaping maws. Their cries of anguish were nearly as loud as the dragons themselves. They cut through the men like a butcher cut through mincemeat, their blood smattering across the too-close buildings of the alley, raining down on them and probably staining all their clothes to hell. The dragons only dissipated when the last soldier fell, sweeping clean back from whence they came then disappearing into the building that they rocketed from in the first place. When they swept back overhead, Cassidy distinctly noticed that the air around them smelled charged with ozone.

He stood up on wobbly legs— hell, Bambi probably could walk smoother than he did. None of the civilians were faring any better, and as quickly as he could manage, he helped everyone to their feet. The little girl who was crying before was clean passed out.

“You’re welcome.”

Cassidy heard the comm line click before he could say anything else.

#ff: cage #ren writing #idk i love this scene a lot i wrote it literally YEARS ago lmao #i need to get to the build up of it lmao

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