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The Perpetual Chase | Chapter Three

other parts: part one | part two

Pairing: las plagas!leon s. kennedy x afab reader and chris redfield x afab!reader Disclaimer: This fiction will contain dark content, including topics of abuse and non-con narratives under the DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT category. I do not condone everything I write; this is fiction where real people cannot get hurt, and depiction doesn't always mean endorsement. Please read the warnings before you proceed. You have been warned, and you are responsible for what you choose to consume. CW: the reader has female anatomy and uses she/her pronouns. trauma, suggestive kissing, petting, handjob, neck kisses, mild neck biting, memory of somnophilia, memory of kidnapping, and angst. Word Count: 5.2k

~ Chapter Three: Lies and Closure ~

A warm drink was nestled in your hands as you stared at it blankly. You felt your hands warm up but made no effort to move them, keeping your fingers around the ceramic outer layer. You maintained an exhausted and unfocused stare as you deeply sighed, watching how the liquid rippled to the edge of the mug. You were left alone with your thoughts after Mason went to his classes, and Jill checked up before returning to work; all you could think about now was what happened last night.

Last night was supposed to be a source of comfort for you. When Chris shared a bed with you, it was a moment of vulnerability to share a space with him, but your mind came alive with the constant swirling of thoughts. Thoughts that insisted on keeping you up throughout the night, and your darkened eyes and heavy eyelids reflected this.

You often thought about Leon; it was only natural, but you never spoke to anybody about the extent to which you thought of him. You were aware that people would guess that you had him in your mind regarding your situation; it would be quite ignorant to suggest he never pried into the occasional thought in your psyche. Nevertheless, last night was out of the ordinary. While you listened to Chris' heavy breaths as he slept and the shuffling of the sheets when he moved, you just stayed on your back and looked up at the ceiling, continuously thinking about that blocked-off area.

That was the section you had never stepped foot in. When you entered, you knew that this was where you would live and that you wouldn't be able to return to normality in your apartment; honestly, you didn't want to go back there anyways; it was now tainted in your memory. You were told by a group of people, as Jill held your hand, that you would be held in a locked-off facility, not being able to go outside without much-needed permission, and that your son would have to believe this was all reality until perhaps he came to a certain age — this was all to protect the both of you. At the time, you had no words; you were just numb and, in all honesty, terrified of the notion of locked-off life. Over the years, you had gotten used to it, but you still craved normality before that night Leon snuck into your room and took it all away from you.

But that secret area was much more intriguing last night than the other nights; you had the time to think to yourself and fully process everything over the years. You thought about that moment, remembering when your little one was in an excitable mood and running around, causing you to chase him and continue a playful game as you giggled. However, playtime had to end when some guards told you and him that you two were going too far. You were taken out of that sweet moment as a mother and had to hold his hand and tell him not to run around that area again; that day, you did have some curiosity but never thought about it with the same intensity as you did last night.

When you asked, Jill and Chris told you there was classified information in that area; this was the first excuse you fought against. You argued that you were also held in as top-secret classified information, so what was in there was already probably known to you, considering what you were told about the mission Leon was sent on, his real job and the intricacies of his disease. Then, the excuses changed to other classified information when Jill mentioned that there was information on what she had encountered. You had already known what happened when she was in Raccoon City after she saved you, later learning Leon was there too; you were even told about the persistent monstrous creature that continued to stalk her — but she told you that there was more that you couldn't know. You were forced to leave it there; you wanted answers, you didn't have any obligatory right to learn everything.

It was all too much to bear; you had only learnt when you were rescued that Jill and Chris were a part of S.T.A.R.S and an idea of what they encountered; you had only thought that Leon was just some normal handsome man next door — oh how reality is a tricky thing you discovered. So, you decided to leave the exhaustive cycle of getting the truth alone. You felt in your gut that there was more in that secret area, but you had no proof to claim lies. For the remaining years — before curiosity piqued your interest in the current moment — you just went with whatever was told to you and lived your life with friends, as a mother, and now with a partner. You wanted to fill that puzzle of Leon's story, but it seemed that piece would never appear.

There's no point, you thought, as reality continued to hit you like a ton of bricks. You thought, even strongly believed, that the area was the ticket to your sought-out questions, but what was the point? It wasn't like you could just walk up and ask for the door to open for you; no, there were rules and regulations, and you were forced to respect that, no matter how much you wanted to barge through and demand answers. After all, you had no empirical evidence to suggest a lie; it was just a gut feeling that wouldn't stand up in an argument. Your mind debated with itself, and you had to keep telling yourself that he was dead; you saw... No, not just that, you felt yourself pull the trigger and heard his body hit the ground and...

Your eyes started to water, the red heat appearing on your cheeks as you used your sleeves to remove them quickly, taking deep breaths so it wouldn't escalate to real and uncontrollable sobbing — you had to compose yourself. You shut those thoughts out, momentarily, as you returned to your warm drink that was getting a little colder the more you secluded yourself in thought.

You felt defeated, feeling a knot in your stomach and mind, just wanting to scream. You wished you could forget it all, god what you would give to be granted a memory sweep, but now you had to continue your life with the one you wanted, L-Chris... You wanted to live your life with Chris, you told yourself.

"I need some air," you whispered to yourself at the lonely table, gulping what was left of your drink and feeling that slight warmth pass down your throat with a slight burning sensation.

You passed everybody walking the halls on your way outside, a piece of field you could walk through and get some fresh air; you had to fake smiles and partake in general small talk, ranging from hello's and how are you's while you were rushing to get outside. You didn't want to be stopped, no matter how friendly people were being. You held yourself as you crossed your arms, tugging at the fabric on your arms as the cold breeze hit you. It was summer; the previous day had a gentle warmth and ray of shine, but now it was colder and miserable with a grey cloudy cast over the sky. You were just happy that it wasn't raining, so you could walk as much as you wanted to, but as you continued, your feet made their way to a place you shouldn't be.

You meandered close to the crossing point, but not close enough to be shouted at; people were watching, and you didn't make yourself any favours as you stood there with your arms folded in a still position, getting lost in thought — once again.

What secrets do you keep? Your internal monologue asked as you narrowed your eyes, your vision being above the staring guards and looking at the small, concrete block; you wondered what the layout would be like inside; you knew it had to be larger inside, and you thought about if there would be an underground section, pondering on how much or even how little it kept inside.

One of the guards continued to watch as the others murmured to one another, varying between "she isn't past the section we shouldn't do anything" to "what the hell is she doing?" But one guard, who kept his watch, picked up their communication device to contact Jill and Chris.

"Redfield... Valentine... Redfield... Valentine... She's near the premises; how should we act on this?"

They were in the middle of a conversation; they were discussing the next steps to integrate Mason into the real world when he reached a certain age and wanted to make a pathway in place before discussing it with you. However, this conversation was interrupted when muffled and static sounds were coming from the sides of their pocket, causing them to both jump out of their seats and rush to the nearest window to try and locate you after hearing your location, only to find through the window that you were just standing there, but they could only see a speck of your standing figure with how far they were from you.

"We can see her... What is she doing?" Jill tried to get closer to the glass and focus on your movements, "Keep us updated, and do not let her go near." Her voice raised by a smidge as she hurriedly tried to get the words out, trepidation spiking through her body. Chris shared the same anxiety as he continued to watch you.

"What...What is she doing?" Chris whispered to himself, but enough for Jill to hear.

"She j-just standing at the border, from the seems of it," she quickly replied to him.

"Miss Valentine, she keeps... staring? She isn't coming closer, but this might get dangerous; we await your course of action," time was ticking for a decision to be made.

"Fuck, um," she took deep and quick breaths while she thought, "Just... Just... Don't do anything, if she moves closer just escort her away -" she was cut off.

"And don't you dare hurt her," Chris spat out as he cut her off.

They returned their devices to their pockets when the guard agreed to the orders but could only continue to keep thinking about what to do about this situation.

"I'm going to her," Jill made a haste decision.

"No. Don't. What's that going to achieve?" he rubbed the back of his neck while contemplating, "she's just going to keep wondering about this, and... I don't blame her, she needs closure and -"

"She doesn't need to see Leon. Do you have any idea what will happen if those two see one another?" she calmed herself down with a slow and deep breath before speaking again. "It'll be too much for her... I don't want her to be hurt again; what happened to her was... horrifying. She doesn't need to see him."

"Just let me take her in there," Jill opened her mouth to speak until Chris stopped her as he continued with his speech, "And before you reject the idea, just trust me that I will make the right decisions... I know she's your friend but now she's my partner, you don't always get the ending decision."

Jill only released a heavy and deep sigh, waving her hand to let him go. Her hands began to shake as she accepted the idea, praying that nothing would happen to you and that he wouldn't let you see Leon.

Chris walked out of the room, making his way to where you were standing; he had it all in his mind and felt the dampness on his palms as he approached your location, talking quietly on his device about the plan he had, being greeted with acceptance and understanding from the guards and researchers to play their part.

Chris wanted to be patient with you; that was what he was trying his absolute best to do, but he didn't want to continue Jill's way of keeping the area forbidden; he wanted you to stop, no, he wanted you to have certain answers for closure and to move on, he thought giving you some half-truths would help with that. After all, you knew Leon's real job, the objective with the president's daughter, what happened in Spain, and even information on what he and Jill went through, so it would be easy to fabricate something for a sense of closure.

He could have a better vision of you now — no longer that small glimpse of a spec in the distance — and now see your body language; he could tell how scared you were with your stiff demeanour.

You continued to hold the fabric on your arms, your nails digging into the cloth, straightening your lips as you stared at the building, taking a deep breath before picking up one of your feet, finding an urge to cross that point.

"Hey, what are you doing here," but you were stopped by Chris. You remained still, only for a moment, before turning around and meeting his facial expression.

"I..." at first, you didn't know what to say as you looked into his eyes, you didn't think you were able to put all your emotions into words, but you continued: "I can't do this anymore! It's killing me not knowing what's in there, and I just know that information on L-Leon is right fucking there... I find it cruel that the existence of this building is waved around in my face, and I can't even see. I know you won't let me go, but I-" You were on the brink of tears before he cut you off.

"Let's go in then."

You didn't know how to even react to this; the term shock was underestimating the plethora of complex emotions you were feeling, being left to just wander and pace through thoughts of being ecstatic that you could finally silence that curious part of your mind, to then wondering if this was all a trick. You were in disbelief and kept wondering why now. Chris could pick up on this, and you just kept a blank expression, but your eyes were full of emotion; he slowly took your hand and walked you closer, walking along the crossing point.

It was surreal as you walked closer to the building, replaying the times you were shouted at and telling Mason he shouldn't go in. You didn't say anything as you heard the soft grass being pushed down under your feet, the strong wind swishing through your hair, clinging onto Chris' hand as he reciprocated with a gentle squeeze as he pulled a strange-looking, what seemed an ID card, that granted entrance. You could only pause momentarily before Chris whispered that it was all okay and that he was there for you.

You just couldn't believe you were now standing at the threshold you had been curious about. You were met with a dimly lit corridor stretched out before you before hearing many muffled voices and shuffling shoes making contact with the hard ground, the sound of typing and writing, the metallic sound of needles and the glassy vibration of bottles clinging. As you passed the rooms, you saw multiple people, what looked like scientists with their eye gear and white coats, taking samples, looking at microscopes and filled whiteboards and pinboards of graphs and pictures of... Well, you couldn't quite make it all out, you saw a creature that resembled a spider with spindly legs, and an orange crystal?

Chris led you to the heavy metal door that creaked open as he presed his card through a slot and pressed on a screen for a fingerprint; it felt like being in a movie with all these procedures.

You felt that need for closure tingle within you as the sound of the door opening occurred.

The room was illuminated with a harsh white light, casting long shadows on the walls. You hesitated for a moment before you walked in, squinting your eyes as you grew accustomed to the drastic difference of the brilliant white light, feeling a chill run down your spine as it felt like the temperature immediately dropped as you continued to get closer and hearing the metal door close behind you. The people in there looked up at you for a moment; they knew of you but never met you; they only met Leon. They felt compassion as they looked at how shaken up you were but tried their best not to maintain stares or make you feel any more uncomfortable as they tried to give you space — the air was thick with tension and mystery.

However, emotions soon washed over you as you looked up at the computer screens on the back wall: picture of an old village, thick black liquid that made you feel uncomfortable, and a team holding up a sign with an Umbrella logo; there were other people on the board as well, a blond white man, an woman who was wearing red in the picture, you couldn't explain any of this. But as your eyes continued to dart on the wall, you saw a face you hadn't seen in a while.

Leon.

Only this time, it wasn't that haunting image of his darkened veins and shadowed look; it was the real Leon you knew as your former neighbour, even another picture of him where he looked younger and in a police uniform. You never knew he was a police officer. It felt like your breath was caught in your throat as you locked eyes with the pixelated projection of his former self. Tears slowly forming and causing your body to shake; you couldn't help but feel frozen in place.

"Hey, hey," Chris whispered before reaching his arm around you, "It's okay... We can leave whenever you want; I'm here for you."

"I-I'm sorry, it's just... It's all too much," you said in between your sobs, using your sleeves to wipe away the tears and leaving a darkened wet patch on them, "C-can you explain this... All of this?"

Chris took a deep breath before speaking: "Well, we decided to research the disease he was carrying... We collected all this information that a woman called Ingrid Hunnigan sent to us. If you look along the board... This man, is Luis Serra Navarro," you looked at his picture and found it ironic how they were all smiling about making some awful disease. "He is the strongest lead to make a cure."

"A cure?"

"We found out there was some... amber, this person," he pointed at the other people, "wanted to get their hands on, which has the parasite. We don't know much more than that since the people did not occupy Leon's mission, only Miss Graham's life. Knowing there is a preservation of the disease well... I'm sure you can connect the dots to why we want to make a cure."

"Is... Leon's body here?" you question caused everyone to pause for a singular moment before they acted like a hivemind and continued to work normally; you didn't pick up on his behaviour as you looked into Chris' eyes until he gave you an answer, you felt your heart racing and goosebumps forming.

"Yes."

The sterile, white-lit room then buzzed with tension as you just stood there, your hands trembling at your sides, your eyes fixating on Chris. All you could do was stand there in disbelief and felt... betrayed. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and rage was coursing through your veins like wildfire.

"H-how could you keep this from me?" you said in a hushed tone, but managing to show your rage with your slow expression, your words slicing through the air of tension like a knife. You tried to contain your tears as you watched Chris' guilty gaze, and you felt the feeling of betrayal etched into your heart: "Where is he? I want to speak with him... Take me to him... Now."

"You can't speak with him."

"Excuse me?"

"Let me explain," Chris could feel the disapproving looks of the researchers walking beside and behind him as he fabricated the lie on the spot, "He is here, but dead. We only brought him here to extract some needed samples before we got rid of him -"

"Got rid of him! He's a human being, not just trash!" you knew Leon damaged your way of thought, but you felt sympathy for him, considering his actions were controlled by a parasite. To you, he was equally a victim; you came to that conclusion years ago. "He deserved... I don't know... I-"

Chris came closer to wrap his arms around you, but you just froze and didn't reciprocate. You couldn't understand any of it, not giving enough time to process, and continued to just want to scream and run away until the ends of the earth—it was just too much.

"I'm sorry, okay, we just didn't want you to see this again... Please know that our intentions weren't to hurt you," those words made you melt, causing you to wrap your arms around him as you knew he cared about you.

In a matter of moments you held onto Chris before deciding to leave, you had seen enough and your curiosity was fulfilled, but before you left you wanted to ask one more ting: "Is there any more rooms that I should see.?"

"There's nothing more my dear... I promise," you felt safe as Chris put his arm around your waist and walked you out.

The surrounding researchers shook their heads to themselves, disapproving of all the lies and the false sense of safety they were given.

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"Where is he? I want to speak with him...Take me to him...Now."

That voice. That voice was familiar to Leon. His eyes opened slightly, only seeing a blurred vision of white light as he lay still; he knew that voice belonged to you, the girl he regretted hurting, not fault of his own, but it still crept on his conscience. How he longed to speak to you after hearing your beautiful voice. He could tell you were upset, and it just brought him back to that time in that dreaded house where it all happened, a singular tear rolling down his cheek as he continued to slowly try and open his eyes; he wasn't able to move, not being able to speak as the researchers surrounding the room continued to keep Chris' secret as they injected him with a substance to make him sleep, not able to make a sound as you were walking past the next room. Leon had no strength, and all he could think of was you. Only being able to have one thought before passing out to sleep again.

Forgive me, I love you.

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It was much later now, and you were waiting for Chris to come back to your room; he had left you alone for a few hours after you had entered the, once, forbidden zone, and you were finally left with an almost clear mind, as you were still living with a intermingling of complex feelings within you.

Jill wanted to give you space and take care of your little one, giving you time to tuck him into bed and then take him off your hands. You were sitting in the comfiest and largest shirt you had and shorts, just sitting on your bed, picking at your fingers before wincing in pain as you just looked up to the ceiling and tried to make sense of it all. You felt relieved but also numb and empty.

The door creaked open as you finished another deep sigh; seeing Chris, you felt relieved to see him, thankful for the comfort he provided you.

“You okay, dear?” he took his jacket off, “I know today has been a lot for you so if you want me to go I-”

“No,please,” your hurriedly rushed out the words, “I want you here, please, I need you here.”

Chris continued to take his jacket off, his jeans off and changing his shirt, leaving him only in his shirt and boxers as he climbed onto the bed with you; you instinctively lifted your head up to make room for his arm to slither underneath it, and you turned to the side and nuzzled yourself into his chest, feeling warm and safe with the comfort of his body and natural smell.

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before speaking: “How are you? I know today has been a lot for you, you can talk to me if you want.”

You reached your hands around him to hug him even tighter: “It’s been… Too much to be honest, I’m glad I have the answers but I still feel… Hurt? With how long it took to get them.”

“I know, darling, and I’m sorry… I’m not asking for forgiveness but -”

“You don’t have to since I already forgive you,” Chris was little taken aback as you faced him, “You just wanted to protect me. I was mad at you but, you had good intentions, and now you have told me everything.”

He trailed his fingers through your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear, “You know everything, my dear,” later placing the side of his hand on your face, pulling you in for a soft and tender kiss.

You leaned into it, enjoying the sensation of his warm lips interlock with yours, disappointed when it ended.

“Chris.”

“Yes.”

“Can we kiss a bit longer, please?”

“Of course my dear,” he pressed his fingers inbetween the strands of your hair as he pulled you closer and continued that soft and tender kiss.

You were both lying down on your sides, as the kiss was deepening, feeling a jolt of excitement as you felt Chris’ hand grab your leg under your thigh and lift it on his side, making you automatically interlock your leg around his waist and pull his lower body towards yours.

While you were enjoying it Chris slowly separated from you: “We can stop if you want, I won’t make you do anything you’re not ready for.”

“I want to do this,” that was enough for Chris to pull you in to continue the kiss, his spare hand around your waist, grinding his hips into yours as your lower half's bond together.

You felt Chris hardening under his boxers, and you could feel yourself get wetter, rubbing yourself into him as he continued to grind along your core. You felt Chris subtly slip his tongue into your mouth, making the kiss wetter and deeper as you roamed your hand along his large and muscular arms, until you decided to move your soft hand under his shirt, feeling his hard core until moving down, Chris getting harder as he felt your fingertips pry behind the band of his underwear, feeling him twitch as he felt your fingers move deeper and surround his hard cock.

“Fuck,” Chris let out a muttered curse.

You felt the blurting of precum drip from the tip, rubbing it down along his length and listening to his low moans, making your core tingle as you heard and felt his deepened breathing patterns, his chest rising up and down in unrhythmic patterns.

“God, you’re so good,” he continued to groan, his hand harshly squeezing the plush of your ass, making you release a soft and sensual moan.

It felt so good to enjoy these moments, continuing to pump his cock with your hand surrounding his large member, moving from his mouth to his neck and laying kisses and small bites that made him shiver; you were so turned on.

He took an opportunity to push his fingers in your wet panties, but… You couldn’t. You froze.

“A-Are you okay? Did I do something wrong, I just thought that-” he was so nervous.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you slowly moved away, “I was really enjoying it, I was but… I don’t think I’m ready… I’m sorry,” the last words were released in a melodic softness, feeling guilty for leading him on.

“Don’t feel that way, please… I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to, it goes at your pace,” your bodies moved to the previous cuddling position as he held you and kept you safe. “I will admit that I was enjoying it… But I can’t enjoy anything if you’re not ready, don’t force yourself,” he kissed you on top of the forehead, ending the night with your bodies interlocking, feeling safe in his warmth and comfort.

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The only company Leon had in the sterile room, was the company of the rhythmic hum of the ventilation system; he knew people were watching him, but when someone wasn’t directly talking to him, he was alone, with the air that felt heavy with isolation with his world now reduced to the confines of the dreaded walls he woken up to.

Researchers, occasionally, turned their screen on and spoke to him like a normal human being, but the only human contact he had was when a group of individuals came into his room and injected him; all he could remember was waking up to a white light and that voice he longed to hear. He had no strength to keep shouting or clawing at the walls like he used to do, slowly building an acceptance to everything.

He just resumed with his solitary routine, tossing a rubber ball against the wall and catching it with practiced precision, the rhythmic thud echoing in the room that made a sort of metronome to measure the passing hours. He felt it futile to even try anything, just glad that he had a suppressant until a cure was made. He did long to break free, but these desires were met with anxiety to what would happen next, he knew they wouldn’t let him live his life again; he longed the life before Spain, wanting to reclaim his autonomy. He thought about what he regretted in life, the opportunities he didn’t take… Like asking you on a date; he hated himself for missing the opportunity to build a romance with you, he hated himself for what his body put your through.

His conscious was deep down, but he was aware of everything that damned parasite made him do, he remembered the pleasure it had when it first fucked you in your sleep; he could feel his teeth grinding together, turning into aggressive biting of the lower lip as he threw the ball with more force, remembering how it waited for you to sleep before taking you away, and how you slowly fell inlove with him. That was all he ever wanted, but not the way it happened. He was all numb to it now, no more crying to echo through the walls, just a inner sorrow he felt on the daily now.

You were gone, lost to him, and all he could do now was live life like a laboratory mouse in a box, not being able to think of anything but you.

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Deja Vu

Pairing: Rooster x female!reader

Word Count: 3.8k (this got out of control lol)

TW:angst, description of injuries, fluff,swearing

Based on this request

A/N: I hope y'all enjoy this because its absolutely one of my favorite pieces so far and im so proud of it.Also did I scroll through dozen photos of miles and zoom in to figure out his eye color? yes I did.

Maverick watches everything happen in slow motion. He looks on helplessly as Rooster gets stuck in a jet wash and goes into a tailspin. His voice is stuck in his throat as he's forced to see the son of his former RIO suffer the same fate. The fate he promised Carol he'd protect her only son from. At that moment, all he knows is that Rooster hit the canopy as he ejected, floating to the ground completely limp. He mentally prepares to face you the same way he had to face Carol all those years ago.

You're standing in the kitchen putting groceries away when your phone rings. You close the fridge and look at the caller ID. Your heart rate speeds up when you see the picture of Maverick holding you in a headlock with a wide smile on his face. Rooster has been gone on a classified mission for the last two weeks. You don't know where he is or when he'll be back, but you know it should be at least another week.

You know that this was a no-contact mission, meaning Mav shouldn't be calling you. And if they're able to call, why would Mav call instead of Bradley? You pick up the device and hit the green button, bringing it up to your ear. "Hello? Mav?" You ask cautiously. You're terrified of what's waiting for you on the other end of the line.

"Y/N. I thought I should be the one to call." His voice is nervous, and it causes you to tremble with fear. "There's been an incident. Bradley's on a medevac but he's still a few hours out." On the other side of the phone, Mav is trying his best not to let you know how worried he is. It does no good, you can hear the distress in his voice.

"What happened? Is he okay?" You ask. You're doing your best to stay composed and get information, but the panic is leeching into your voice. Every second that you don't get an answer, you become more frantic.

You're brought back by the sound of Maverick's voice. "I…I don't know, Y/N. He-" there's a pause and you hear him take a shaky breath. "He had to eject and he-" Maverick stops again trying to steady his voice. You about rip your hair out waiting for the man to spit out what he's trying to say.

"He what, Pete?! I need to know what the fuck happened!" You bite out. You know it's harsh. You grew up with Bradley and know Mav is reliving one of the worst days of his life. But you need to know if you're about to suffer the same grief that you watched Carol carry until she took her last breath.

"He hit the canopy. He was limp when he hit the ground. He's alive, but I don't know anything else." He's crying now, but you're barely listening as your ears ring. You feel your blood run cold and your knees buckle, sending you crashing to the ground.

You don't know how long you've been spiraling, but you're launched back into reality at the sound of Maverick calling your name. "Y/N? Are you there?" He's yelling, so you figure he's been trying to get a response for at least a couple of minutes.

"You promised. You promised me you'd keep him safe." Your voice is small as tears begin to roll off your face and onto the hardwood floor. "Where are they taking him?" You ask, already reaching for your keys. You know Bradley's still hours away, but they're out of their fucking minds if they think you won't be there waiting when he arrives.

You vaguely register Mav's answer followed by him asking, "Is there anything I can do? Trust me, I'm doing everything I can to get there. I'm working with Ice now." You shake your head even though he can't see you.

"No," you tell him. "He trusted you, just like his dad. Look what that got them." You hang up, not bothering to wait for a response. You know it was cruel. You know you'll regret it later, but right now emotions are running high and all you can think about is being handed a folded-up flag as people look on with pity.

You get to the hospital in record time, rushing to the front desk. A kind-looking older lady is sitting behind a computer and you momentarily feel bad for startling her with your urgency.

"My husband, Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, was in an accident on a mission. He's being flown here, but I was wondering if you had any more information." The words run together as they rush out of your mouth.

She gives you a warm smile and types for a few seconds. She glances up at you and you hate the sympathy in her eyes. You wonder for a second if that's a look you should get used to before she speaks. "I don't have any information on his condition, ma'am. All we've been told is to have a medical team and operating room on standby."

You thank her, barely holding yourself up as you stumble over to a chair. You plop down and just stare at the white wall in front of you. The sterile smell burns your nostrils and your eyes hurt from the harsh fluorescent lighting. You prepare yourself for the worst. You don't know a lot about hospitals, but you've seen enough TV to know having anything on standby isn't good. There must be hope if they're bothering to work on him, right? At least it was a medevac and not a search and recovery.

You don't know how long you've been trying to reason with yourself, spiraling around different scenarios. It must have been a while because your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a helicopter. You know he won't be coming through the front, which you're grateful for. You don't think you could stand to see the doctors swarming him, yelling out orders and diagnoses that you can't make sense of.

You do, however, see the doctors running when their pagers alert them that your husband is here. The receptionist gives you a gentle smile, and assures you she'll let them know you're here waiting for an update. You must have dozed off because you're awoken by Maverick sitting next to you with two coffees.

You sit up and crack your neck, certain that you'll be sore from being slumped over in the stiff chair. He offers you a cup and you take it gingerly, giving him a remorseful smile. You open your mouth to apologize but you're cut off by the older man shaking his head and putting his hand up.

"Don't. You have nothing to be sorry for. You're scared and it's normal to lash out. It's water under the bridge." You nod your head and meet his eyes. He reaches out to hold your hand and that's all it takes. Within seconds you're crumbling into his arms, sobs wracking your body. He doesn't say anything. He just kisses your head and holds you firmly as you release the terror and panic that you've been swirling in all day.

It takes about an hour for you to settle down. You sit next to the man who's always been like blood to you, sipping your now cold coffee. It's silent aside from an occasional hiccup from you and the normal hustle and bustle of a hospital. There's no need to talk. There's nothing to say. All you can do is wait, and it's torture.

After another few minutes, the doors open and a doctor in scrubs walks out. Your eyes lift up to look at the woman. She looks tired. It's been 10 hours since Bradley arrived. You assume she's the surgeon who holds the rest of your life in her palms. Her eyes land on you and she takes a step forward. "Mrs.Bradshaw?" She questions and you shoot out of your chair, meeting her halfway. "Yes, that's me." You confirm, your voice wavering. She nods her head and looks over the chart in her hands.

"Your husband was in a nasty accident." She starts. You wait with bated breath and feel Maverick come up behind you, prepared to catch you if necessary. "He came in with a shattered clavicle and several broken ribs. His body hit the canopy, and it caused a pretty severe internal hemorrhage." You lean your weight on maverick, feeling your knees start to grow weak.

"I was able to stop the bleeding, but he needed three bags of blood. He has some pretty severe wounds and needed a total of 112 stitches. He's in a medically induced coma to help his body heal, but he is stable. We hope to bring him out of it in the next couple of days if all goes well." You stand there silently, trying to process the information.

She gives you the time you need and after a couple of minutes, you look back up. "Can I see him?" You ask. The doctor looks between you and Maverick a few times. Slowly, she nods and you feel like you've taken your first real breath since this started. "I have to warn you though, he's pretty beat up. It may be distressing." You shake your head. "I don't care. I need to see him." You croak.

"They're still getting him settled in, but I'll let a nurse know to come get you as soon as he's ready." She starts to walk away before turning back to face you. "For what it's worth, your husband is extremely lucky given the circumstances. Had his shoulder not taken the brunt of the force, he would have sustained a spinal injury or a traumatic brain injury. He’s fortunate not to be paralyzed. I've seen this exact situation play out very differently. At the end of the day, you still get to take your husband home and he will be his normal self after some physical therapy and rest. Just try to think of it that way when you see him." She tells you gently, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Will he get to fly again?” You ask. If he loses his wings, Bradley will never be the same. It’s who he is and it would destroy him. She gives you a kind smile and nods. “It’ll be a while, but yes. He will be able to fly again.” You nod and she goes back the way she came.

Twenty minutes later, you and Mav are following a nurse down a bleak hallway. You stop outside a door and look at the number plate. 402. "You can go in whenever you're ready. If you need anything, don't hesitate to hit the call button." She informs you with a gentle tone. It's well past visiting hours and the hospital is empty. It's not customary for them to bend the rules, but you know Maverick must have pulled some strings because nobody gives you a second look.

You stand outside the door for a minute, bracing your head against it and white-knuckling the handle. You listen to the steady beeping coming from Bradley's room and try to remind yourself that it means he's alive. He's here and he needs you. You take a deep breath and push the heavy door open.

Nothing in the world could have prepared you for what was before you. As bad as the scenarios in your head were, this seemed worse. There was your husband laying on a hospital bed, but if you didn't know better you would have walked right past completely unaware. His usual golden skin was pale and clammy. The curls that he carefully styled every morning were messy and untamed, falling onto his forehead. He looked dead. You let out a choked whimper and collapse. Maverick must have been directly behind you because your knees never hit the cold tile.

Instead, you were lowered gently and cradled in strong arms. You felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest and thrown in a blender. You clasp both hands over your mouth trying to stifle your gut-wrenching cries.

Behind you, Maverick feels his own tears fall. He's heard these deep, primal wails before. It was the same way Carol cried when he held her after Goose's death brought her to her knees.

Your eyes rake over his form, taking in all the wires and IVs poking and prodding his body. He's intubated and covered in bandages. You cry until you throw up, Maverick holding your hair back the same way he did Carol's. Maverick had always jokingly asked when you were giving him an honorary grandchild, but at this moment he's glad no child is waiting for you at home.

Maverick manages to settle you down, and you take your place at Bradley's bedside. The next couple of weeks are filled with updates from the doctors, promising he'd be woken up soon. After a couple days, the rest of the Dagger Squad made it back to solid ground and came first thing.

He wasn't as pale and ghastly by the time they arrived and you were glad. You would be seeing it in your nightmares for the foreseeable future, and you knew they already had their own trauma surrounding the incident.

They all took turns checking in on you. Bringing food and clothes, forcing you to shower and sleep. Maverick, Phoenix, and Hangman were the ones who came most often and stuck around the longest.

Bradley had grown quite close with the blonde aviator since the uranium mission, and in turn, you had too. Hangman promised Bradley that if anything ever happened, he'd take care of you. He was doing everything in his power to keep that promise.

It's been three weeks and the doctors have stopped the medication and removed the breathing tube. He's now in a coma with no end in sight. The doctors tell you he'll wake up when he's ready, that sometimes these things just happen.

You and hangman are having your usual chat and watching re-runs of shitty reality tv. He's brought you takeout, forcing you to take a bite every few minutes. Your clothes are baggy and your eyes are sunken in, the stress clearly taking a toll. You're in the middle of chewing when you see Bradley's hand move out of the corner of your eye.

Hangman notices you freeze and turns to look at you. "What is it? Are you okay?" He asks, giving you a visual assessment. You chew and swallow your food, almost choking. "He moved." You tell him, eyes boring into Bradley's hand.

Jake watches for a few minutes before placing a hand on your back. "Maybe you should get some sleep." He suggests. You shake your head aggressively, messy hair flopping around. "No. I'm telling you. He moved."

Jake is getting concerned you're starting to hallucinate when he hears Bradley's voice. "Did you bring me any or were you just going to eat in front of me?" His voice is scratchy and weak after not drinking any water for almost a month.

You jump out of your chair and grab his hand. "Oh my god. Bradley! I knew you'd come back to me." You're sobbing and he reaches up to wipe your cheek. "Hey, none of that. I'm right here." You lean into him, grasping his large hand in your own and holding it in place.

Jake hits the call button, and a nurse comes rushing in. The staff has become quite fond of you. You have the team bring them snacks and you spent many sleepless nights swapping stories, most of them being military spouses as well. Most importantly, you never hit the call button, not wanting to desensitize them for when this inevitably happened.

The nurse, who was the same one that took you to his room that first night, is smiling so big it looks like her face might split. "Mr.Bradshaw. Glad you decided to join us." She beams. She calls for a doctor and begins taking his vitals. She works around you, allowing you to stay glued to his side. Bless her. You make a mental note to send her a gift basket.

Jake leaves to call the rest of the team, and you sit in the room listening to the doctor. She looks over his charts and gives him a bright smile. "Well Lieutenant, it seems that coma served you well. You're healing up quite nicely. We'll keep you for observation just to be safe, and if all is well you can go home in the morning."

You leave Bradley for a moment and give the doctor a bone-crushing hug. "Thank you. For everything." You tell her. She laughs and returns the hug. "You're welcome. You've been a joy, despite the poor circumstances." She tells you, before turning and pointing at Bradley.

"You. Don't let me see you here again. This poor woman almost withered away. I've never had a loved one not leave the hospital for three weeks. Didn't even take a step outside for a walk or fresh air." She scolds playfully. She bids one last goodbye and leaves to give you two privacy.

"Come here, sweet girl." Bradley calls out and you rush to his side. His voice is almost back to normal since drinking some fluids and he's gotten his color back. He looks like your Bradley. He pulls you down and you sit on his bed careful not to hurt him. He grabs the back of your head and brings your lips to his. It's a bruising kiss filled with fear, relief, and love. You pull back for air and lock eyes with him.

You make a note to never take them for granted again. Five weeks without seeing his hazel eyes. You take in every gold fleck, committing them to memory. You were terrified you'd never see them again. Never look into them and see the love and adoration he holds for you. Bradley is the first to break the silence.

"I was so scared, Y/N." He confides with tears In his eyes. "All I could think about was my dad, and how I was going to leave you the same way he left me and mom. I kept picturing your face when you got the news. Kept seeing Mav hand you a folded flag and dog tags like he gave me at dad's funeral." He cries.

You shake your head, not wanting to think about it. That had been the only thing on your mind while you were waiting to find out if you were a widow. You place his hand over your heart. "No, Roo. None of that talk, okay? You're here. You're alive. You feel my heart? It beats for you. Only for you. I never want to think about that again, okay?" You tell him as a tear falls down your face.

Bradley brushes it away and kisses the wet streak it left in its wake. "No more crying, baby, You're too pretty." You give him a teary smile and pull back. "No more crying." You confirm, leaning forward to give him another kiss.

The room is filled with junk food and laughter as the whole team sits around catching up. You look around and smile, beyond happy that things are back the way they should be. Visiting hours come to an end and everybody says their goodbyes, promising to come to see him once he's home tomorrow.

You shut the door and turn to lean against it, facing Bradley. You give him a small smile and he returns the gesture. He waves you over and you make your way to his side. He lifts the blanket and pats the bed, signaling that he wants you to get in.

You shake your head gently. "You're still hurt, Roo. Besides, I don't think that's allowed." You reason. He scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Neither is you living here, but you're all moved in. I don't give a fuck what the policy is, I haven't slept with my girl for over a month. Get your cute ass in here." He retorts with a teasing tone. You give a defeated sigh, before gently crawling into bed.

You can't deny that you've missed this. You haven't gotten more than two hours of consecutive sleep since the accident. He pulls you tight against his chest and kisses your temple. Your eyes flutter shut as he runs his fingers through your hair, his other hand tracing up and down your spine.

"Get some sleep, sweet girl. You look like shit." You can hear the smirk in his voice and you gasp dramatically. "I thought you said I was pretty." You shoot back with mock offense. He chuckles and you feel him wince. "The prettiest. But that doesn't mean you don't look like you went three rounds with Rocky." He jests.

You're half asleep already when you respond. "You're lucky I love you." He lays his cheek on top of your head, smelling your shampoo. "The luckiest." He whispers, joining you in a peaceful slumber.

The next morning, you wake up to the smell of breakfast and Bradley's body moving. You raise your head to look at him, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. "I'm sorry if I woke you, baby. I have to sign this discharge paperwork." He explains. You look at the clock and see it's eleven. You slept for twelve hours.

One of your favorite nurses comes in and gives you a lazy grin. "Morning sleeping beauty." She quips. You groan, gently climbing out of bed and stretching your aching muscles. "I'm sorry if sleeping in the bed caused any issues." You say with a shy smile. She shrugs her shoulders. "I didn't see anything." She giggles, bringing her finger to her lips in a shushing motion. "This is why you're my favorite." You tell her fondly.

A couple hours later, you and Bradley are on your way home. You pull into the driveway and place your car in park. You help him out of the passenger side and go to grab the bags. Being in the coma for three weeks means the worst of his injuries is over. He still has to do physical therapy and take it easy, but he's doing considerably better and should be back to work within a couple months.

You turn around and see Bradley giving his Bronco an awkward hug. "I missed you so much." He whispers and you shake your head at his antics. "Jake came over every couple of days and drove it so the battery didn't die." You tell him. His head whips towards you. "You let hangman drive my pride and joy?" He asks with clear horror.

You scoff. "You trust him to take care of me, but not your truck?" You question with a raised eyebrow. His arms drop to his sides and he admits defeat. "Touche."

"Let's get inside. Everyone is coming over for a bonfire later and we need to get ready." You remind him.

The night is filled with laughter and loud music. Everyone swaps embarrassing stories and you take it all in, pressed firmly against Bradley's chest. You turn around and give your husband a sweet kiss, and he gives you a heart-stopping smile and wink. The next few months are going to be challenging, but as long as you have each other, you can get through anything.

#rooster top gun #rooster x reader #rooster imagine #rooster fluff #rooster angst #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #Bradley Bradshaw topgun #bradley bradshaw angst #bradley bradshaw fluff #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #top gun angst #top gun fluff

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steveuschrist · 8 months

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Something about Death Island's Intro

I watched Death Island a few nights ago, and something that has stuck with me was how basically all of Leon's information on his file was blacked out in the intro sequence.

Only his name and gender are shown, along with Hunnigan's name at the bottom and some more blocked out things.

It probably is stupid, but I can't help but focus on it. As the audience, we know a lot of things about Leon. We know his past and all of the things that he's been through, so why bother showing a file with a bunch of that information blacked out? Yes, it does serve as a reminder that Leon does a lot of highly-classified and dangerous wok for the DSO, and we can assume that the intro sequence is supposed to "simulate" Dylan researching everybody, but I can't help but feel that there's more to it than that.

To pretty much everyone aside from the other protagonists and maybe Hunnigan, no one really knows what Leon has gone through. At the beginning of Infinite Darkness, Patrick has a really shitty opinion of Leon: "Qualified? More like lucky. The only reason he's the golden boy now is because he was in the wrong place at the right time." Yes Patrick does come around to Leon, but as the new kid with no experience, he already has a preconceived notion that Leon isn't qualified for the job, likely because he's only heard Leon by name and simply as "the guy who saved the president's daughter one time." And while Shenmei quickly comes to Leon's defense, Patrick isn't yet convinced. Why?

Because the DSO simply treats Leon as an asset to be used and not a human being. Patrick hasn't even met him yet and just assumes that Leon never worked for his position before he's even met the guy. Again, this changes over the course of Infinite Darkness and Patrick ends up really respecting Leon after he sees who he really is.

In Death Island when Leon, Claire, and Chris have been infected, we hear Dylan's big plan and him essentially calling all of them out: "The huge corporations and the corrupt execs that run them, the ones getting big, fat bonuses for maintaining the status quo, that’s who you work for, who you really protect. And the innocent will continue to suffer as long as you do."

As he says that, they cut to a shot of Leon. It's hard to tell exactly what Leon's reaction is because he is fighting the infection from the virus, but there's no snappy comeback, no joke, no quip. Dylan drops the bombshell: "You’re nothing more than pawns, suckers." On the word "pawns," the shot cuts to Chris, who also is dealing with his exposure to the virus, and then Jill, who just readjusts her hold on her gun.

This takes us back to the intro sequence, the agent ID was "pawns:"

Literally in being agents, Jill, Chris, Leon, and Claire are pawns. That's how their organizations see them, not as individuals, but as assets. But again, there's a deeper layer with Leon on top of this as I've seen others online point out, in the actual marketing of Death Island:

"One of the government's most formidable weapons." Not agents, weapons. They see him as an asset, a thing, to be used in their "fight" against bioterrorism. The kicker comes back to the intro sequence and Leon's file is shown:

In a sea of what we can assume to be DSO agents, Leon is shown, with the word "pawn" in big letters. The word doesn't actually finish being written out fully, but based on the spacing of PAW, we can assume that there isn't space for both N and S in the remaining box. The N would simply go over Leon's face and there would be some leftover space in the box (yes it wouldn't fit 100%, but the animators worked really hard on this movie and with how fast the shot is, you really have to analyze it to notice that it would look off!).

So yes, while Dylan is trying to say that all of them are pawns, Leon is the pawn. Patrick says as much in Infinite Darkness, calling Leon the golden boy of the government. Even at the end of Infinite Darkness (which takes place before 6), Leon doesn't let Claire make a copy of the drive with all of the information that will basically expose the US government for its hand in what happened at Raccoon City. Before she walks away, she gives him one final look and says: "Like I said before, that outfit doesn't suit you." Of course she literally is talking about the fact that Leon is wearing a very bureaucratic-looking suit, but she also is referring to what the suit symbolizes. She knows that Leon has a good heart and wants to do the right thing, but she's also frustrated with his actions and him, probably unconsciously, falling further and further in-line with what the government wants. She probably knows that he's "in deep" at this point and is just trying to basically stay alive, but she also is frustrated that he's not taking the path that would basically lead to a way out. It's also worth noting that Eiichirō Hasumi, who directed Infinite Darkness, also directed Death Island.

I'm not sure exactly where I was going with this post, I just wanted to share my thoughts about Leon and where he's headed next. I hope that the next movie (or game!) will feature him and be about him coming to terms with the fact that he can choose to do the right thing and that he doesn't need to just be a pawn anymore. He deserves that and so much more. Thanks for reading!

#resident evil #death island #resident evil death island #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #character analysis #steve's stupidity #analyzing him bc i love him and he deserves the world #this took me way too long to make #kids use your time wisely #long post #long read #text post #long text #i am so sorry #no one should read something this long lmao

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The Palace in Flames

Pairing: Javier Peña x CIA!reader

Author's note: okay two things 1) fuck it we ball on this timeline 2) i don't love how this turned out but I need to finish it otherwise I'm gonna stare at it for god knows how long so enjoy anyways

Summary: "I'm not a violet dog. I don't know why I bite." [3.8k]

Warnings: canonical violence and language, alcohol, a little bit of backstory, discussion of PTSD like symptoms, a touch of misogyny, canon events but slightly canon divergent timing i think

There's not a lot you can do at the scene of the car bombing. You and Javi talk to local police and take witness statements from frightened neighbors and anybody else willing to come forward with information while Steve takes pictures. From what you can tell, it looks like it was a crude C4 bomb, one of the easiest to make and detonate. All it takes is the right amount of pressure, and boom. A few unfortunate souls died right beside Jorge as they walked past, unaware of the explosion to come. A hit for one quickly turned into a hit for five.

You're good enough at your job to recognize the fact that Steve and Javi went poking around for information about the person who ratted on you, and then a few hours later, he's dead, not even ten minutes outside of your neighborhood. Medellín is a big place. It could've been a coincidence, but you're almost certain it's not. You really hope you don't have to make good on your promise to return to the US if they go after you again.

You, Javi, and a handful of other police officers finish with the witnesses and join Steve by the truck. All files and statements will need to go through the proper channels tomorrow, and it's too late to do anything else. You'll start fresh in the morning: follow through on the plan to send out CENTRA SPIKE to see what they can find, monitor movement, and stay vigilant. But tonight, you deserve to get a drink with your two self-appointed bodyguards.

The great thing about working at the Embassy is that everyone touts interagency cooperation and work, but in reality, you rarely want to see each other in the same place. DEA will hang out at one specific bar while CIA will go to another. You don't even want to know where soldiers and higher-ups go once the clock hits six o'clock. Every agency thinks another agency is fucking them over or doing their job wrong. Everybody wants a medal for being in Medellín and fighting the narcos and communists but rarely wants to work together. You like to think your agencies have the upper hand with the three of you being friendly and sharing information without going through official, classified paperwork. It's not the most recommended or legal way to go about it. But, you've been able to pass on valuable information Javi let slip in between rounds and shared cigarettes under the guise of a Confidential Informant.

You were friends with Javi first. He came to Colombia around the same time you did, and you worked the same hours. You did him favors, and he returned them. You learned not to ask each other too many questions and to take what you're given and hope it leads somewhere. You've gotten little victories here and there: guerillas extradited, kidnapping victims recovered safely, witnesses given protection and visas in other countries. It was nice to have someone you could rely on and bounce theories off of when the office was empty, and you two were puffing your way through a pack of cigarettes. The lines got blurry about six months in. It happened fast and without warning, and you swore it was a one-time thing. And then it happened again. And again. And again. Then, it just made sense to keep doing what you were doing instead of going through the cycle of fighting about it and giving each other the cold shoulder, only to end up fucking in his apartment before the end of the day.

Steve, however, got stuck with you. When he became Javi's partner, he was forced to know your name and seek you out in the office when he needed something. At first, he wasn't super keen about the idea of having to rely on CIA for things— something to do with that DEA machismo of not needing anything from anyone— and then he realized how good you are at your job. Once you helped them get an especially important collar, he opened up. He told you about the killing of his last partner and a little bit about his career up until this point. He practically begged you to talk to Connie when she started getting homesick and having doubts, and you came to care for her. Now, you're an inseparable trio (quartet if you count the nights Connie makes her way from the communa clinic and into the bar).

You think Noonan knew that when she asked Steve and Javi to join the Colombian police on your recon. Something about friendly faces in an unfriendly territory. She was right. You stuck to Javi the entire ambulance ride to the hospital, and they each took turns at your bedside. Even Connie showed up to take care of you during those long few nights in the hospital. You were less willing to accept help once you were discharged, but Steve would knock on your apartment door every night and leave a covered dish on your doormat while Javi bought you groceries. You owe them a lot, though they'll never let you admit it.

Javi buys the first round to celebrate your reinstatement. He gives a brief, flattering toast to your work, and you roll your eyes but clink your glasses together anyway. You avoid talking about theories and leads in the bar, even though you probably could talk about those things in English and get away with it. Everybody already knows you work for the American Embassy. No reason to give anybody anything to report back. Instead, you talk about stupid things like Steve being unable to speak Spanish.

"I can understand a little," he tries to defend himself, and you and Javi share a knowing look. He definitely doesn't understand enough to quantify it as a little. He might pick up every tenth word and know enough commands to dole them out when he's in the field, but that southern accent anglicizes every single syllable he utters. "Alright, y'all can go fuck yourselves." He says at your silence, making you laugh.

"Don't worry about it, Murphy. Couple more years and you'll be running circles around Javi."

"I don't know about all that, but she's right. You'll get better," Javi takes a sip of his drink. "Eventually."

Over two more rounds, you talk about things back home, tell stupid stories, and whatever else you could think of. It's nice to see Steve and Javi acting like they kinda like each other outside of work. Lord knows they're at each other's throats most of the time. You enjoy hanging out with them, and even though you know you can handle yourself, you like feeling protected by them. Years of CIA training and undercover work don't mean shit when all people see is a woman alone at night.

"Alright, I've gotta get home," Steve says as he drinks the rest of his whiskey and puts his cigarette out. He probably should've been home hours ago, but that's none of your business.

"Tell Connie I said hi." You say, and he smiles, nodding and mumbling a quiet "yes, ma'am." He loves her so much, even just the mention of her makes him light up. Your thought from earlier creeps up. A good man. And yet he's here, doing the same shit you and Javi are. It's a little funny how squeamish he still is about things, but you figure that's the last sign of his humanity. God, please let that linger for as long as possible. Javi takes a drag from his cigarette and blows the smoke away from your face.

"Yeah, give her a kiss for me." He says. Before Steve can even open his mouth, you smack the back of Javi's head and groan.

"Ay, Javier," you scold. "Malo, malo, malo." Javi smiles, a rare sight reserved for moments like this, as Steve bids you goodnight again and leaves the bar. The second he's out of sight, you reach over, snatch the cigarette from Javi's hands, and bring it to your lips.

"Get your own," he grumbles, but there's no heat behind it. You roll your eyes and exhale.

"Stealing from you is so much cheaper, though," you shrug as you hand it back to him. "You think he got suspicious when we showed up at the same time?"

"We live down the road from each other and got the call around the same time. Even if he figured it out, he wouldn't say anything. Plus, I think your little attitude at work throws him off." He says, and you raise your eyebrows at him.

"My little attitude?" You ask. You know he said it just to piss you off, and you hate that it's working. He smirks and you shove his shoulder, stealing the cigarette back from him. "Pinche cabrón." You mumble, and he laughs. He gets a new cigarette from his pack and lights up. A comfortable silence falls over you as you sit there, his hand finding a home on your thigh under the table.

"So, how're you doing?" Javi asks, seemingly out of nowhere. You shrug and ash your cigarette into the half-full tray in front of you.

"'M fine." You say, and he hums. He takes a long drag of his cigarette and glances around like he's looking for something you can't see. He blows smoke away from you and leans in.

"So, waking up screaming is fine for you?" He asks. You didn't want to talk about it when you woke up, and you especially don't want to talk about it now. You poke your tongue into your cheek in annoyance.

"If you thought I wasn't okay, why'd you push for Noonan to clear me?"

"I didn't say I didn't think you're okay."

"Then, drop it."

"Look, I know you wanna go all in again, but maybe you should take it slow—at least for a little while," he says, and you scoff.

"Give me a fuckin' break, Javi. Did you take it slow when you got shot?" You ask.

"Getting shot and getting kidnapped are two completely different things."

"And yet we both survived," you say, gesturing between you as proof of your survival. "The doctors wouldn't have cleared me to come back if they didn't think I was ready."

"Yeah? How much you pay 'em off for that signature?" He asks. You sigh and bite the inside of your cheek. You're not going to dignify him with a response but you so easily could. "C'mon, just... let your feet get wet again. Everyone knows you've already got the lay of the land, but they don't know that you won't freak the fuck out once you're fully back in the field. I think some of them are waitin' for it," he says. It would explain why everyone's treating you like you're a time bomb. "If you won't do it for yourself, at least do it because I'm asking you."

"And are you asking me as a coworker or a friend?" You ask. He's staring at you in his weird Javi way: hardened brown eyes softening just enough to bring your guard down. It's not something he learned from years at the Academy or in the field. That's all him.

"Would it make a difference?" He asks quietly. Answering a question with a question. What a cop.

"Not really." You say, and he sighs. He scrubs a hand down his face and picks up his drink, a cigarette lingering between his fingers.

"I'm asking as someone who saw what they did to you." He says before taking a big gulp of whiskey. You haven't talked about it. Not about what he saw and knew before finding you or what exactly happened in that room over those few days. You spent hours upon hours repeating the story for doctors, depositions, agency paperwork, and even to the court-appointed psychiatrist who had to screen you before they could even let you back in the building. So, you weren't necessarily gunning for the opportunity to repeat it again when Javi asked you about it. There are only so many sympathetic looks and half-hearted reassurances one person can take.

Even though you relied on him to tether you back to earth during those first few days, he took the brunt of your emotions. You refused to answer his questions and pushed him away. "I'm just trying to help," he told you when he tried to take care of you. "Where was your fucking help when they grabbed me from the street, huh?" You snapped, exhausted and sore and a little out of your mind. It was mean and unfair. You know how hard everyone worked to find you. You know how he blames himself. You know how scared they were to find your body.

When he puts his empty glass down, you look at him and nod. You can't take back what you said, but you can soften it a little. You put your hand over his and trace the contours of his knuckles. They're a little bruised and cracked, but still a part of him. You take a deep breath and rub your thumb against his skin.

"Okay," you concede quietly. "I'll slow down for a little while, but the second we have good intel, I'm all in again." He lets out a relieved sigh and squeezes your thigh.

"Thank you." He mumbles. To anyone walking by, you two would look like a couple having a drink after a long day of work before going to your shared home and sleeping it off. You indulge in the thought for a second longer than you meant to before you retract your hand and reach for your drink.

"You're gettin' soft on me, Peña." You accuse, and he chuckles.

"God forbid I wanna see you make it outta here alive." He says, and you hum as you finish the rest of your drink. His eyes stick to the corner of your lips where a few drops of tequila spilled, his thumb twitching as he stops himself from wiping them away. "What're you doing for the rest of the night?" He asks. It's an opening. An invitation to finish what he started earlier. What happened with Alemán earlier in the day must've wound him up, made him tense and in need of release. Unfortunately for him, there are few things you like more than making him sweat.

"Well, I've got a dinner I need to pack away in the fridge and dishes to clean."

"I can help."

"I don't think you can," you say as you stand and grab your jacket from the back of your chair. "Besides, I'm supposed to be taking it easy. I should probably get some rest before my first actual day back, right?" He rolls his eyes as you throw a couple of bills down on the table for your share of the drinks, and you smirk. "I'll let you walk me home, though."

"You'll let me?" He asks, but he's already standing and pulling his own jacket over his shoulder. Like clockwork, you think.

"Figured it's the least I could do." You say, and he scoffs, swatting at your ass when he passes behind you.

"Vámonos princesa."

You get a warm welcome back to the office by immediately getting thrown into the chaos of the CIA. A corkboard with all known names of M-19 and other communist group members looks like a serial killer's wet dream with all the notes and grainy photos that stare you down as you talk about recent developments in the jungle. Honestly, you don't care what a group of kids are doing or planning to do, but everyone else in the CIA seems to think it's the most pressing matter.

Despite what the Agency and Reagan want you to believe, you know communists are not the most dangerous group in Colombia right now. Narcos are practically running the country and ruining countless lives with their rampant murder and exploitation. So even though Lou wants to sink a billion dollars of American taxpayer money into fighting guerillas in the jungle, you have one eye on the situation with the narcos. You're just waiting for the message to come down through the ranks that it's all hands on deck for taking down Escobar. Lou knows about your indifference and exacerbates it every chance he gets.

"Agent, I want you to work with Mil Group on tracking their movement to see if there are any patterns. I want to know where they're going and what they're planning." He says, pointing to you. You give him a look and cross your arms over your chest. You hate working with Mil Group. It's a group of guys with sticks up their asses and, somehow, never see the outside of an office. You catch Javi and Steve walking by through the windows, obviously going somewhere, and you lose whatever patience you have.

"All due respect, Colonel, but Ambassador Noonan took me off of desk duty effective immediately. I think I could be of more help in another area concerning M-19." You say, and he raises his eyebrows at you. You're also not fucking boss, you think.

"I'm sure we can find the time for you to show us how big and bad you are another time, sweetheart, but right now, this is where you're ordered to go." The nickname is abrasive in your ears, and you want to correct him, demanding your title as Agent, but Javi's words ring in your ears. They're waiting for you to freak out so they can send you home. They're waiting for you to blow up on somebody for a small thing. They want you to fail. You sigh and bite your tongue.

"Yes, sir." You say before making your way to the Jarheads.

For being off of desk duty, you still feel like you're doing mind-numbing work. All you're doing is plotting points on a map where satellite phones have pinged off of cell towers in an attempt to triangulate where they might be hiding out. Considering how there are barely any cell towers that reach that deep into the jungle, and even if they did, the calls drop after about thirty seconds, you don't have a ton of riveting information to work with. You listen to the recorded, half-legible calls and translate what you can to another agent, but nothing suggests they're planning anything. If they are, they're keeping it off your radar.

After wasting a stupid amount of time doing that, Lou draws up a bigger map and makes you replot all the points down with an estimate of where they might be. You're not CENTRA SPIKE or well-versed in how triangulation even works, and he knows this. It's a fool's errand at best, but he demands it by the end of the day. "So I can give it to the tech analysis guys." He says. You're about one more pointless task away from bashing your head into a wall, but you start on the map anyway.

You're about halfway through when you hear Murphy calling your name, and you turn to see him and Javi walking through the crowded Mil Group office.

"You're working with the Army now?" He asks, and you sigh.

"For the day. Lou is on everyone's ass about this M-19 shit and thinks I'm the best person for the job, apparently," you say. "Please tell me you have something better than this."

"We just got a sicario's son off the street. Dumbass was distributing in broad daylight in front of a cop." Javi says, and you furrow your eyebrows.

"We both know that's not a good enough reason for a cop to pick up a sicario's kid. What're you holding out on me?"

"Apparently, the cop heard him bragging about rigging a car with a bomb. He said something along the lines of, 'That's what happens to rats,' and then said something about going after La Golondrina next." Steve supplies. So this sicario's kid rigged the bomb to kill the informant who sniffed you out, said he also had a bomb for you, and now he's sitting somewhere in DEA custody? If Escobar's men weren't going after you before, they definitely are now.

"Do you think he even knows anything? He might just be daddy's errand boy."

"He asked for a deal," Steve says.

"Wheeling and dealing might not be grounds for extradition, but threatening to blow up a United States CIA agent just might be," Javi says. Something shifts in his eyes just enough for you to catch it, and you know it has to do with the conversation you had at the bar. You shake your head and break eye contact with him to look at Steve.

"Right, but you know how Wysession and Jones are. If it doesn't involve communist groups, they don't even want to look at it."

"The kid told us that some of Escobar's men have been talking with one of the leaders of M-19." Bingo. You throw down your marker, stand from the desk Wysession relegated you to, and all but march into his office with Steve and Javi close behind you.

"How's that plotting coming along, honey?" Lou asks as he looks up from his paperwork, his face falling at the sight of the two men behind you. Lou might not like you, but he dislikes Javi and Steve more.

"Agents Peña and Murphy have intel that Pablo is communicating with M-19 guerillas," you say. "That means there could be a joint attack coming, which means we can't keep separating the communist and narcos task forces."

"Has this information gone through Noonan?" He asks.

"No, sir. We wanted to relay the information to our Agent here first since the intel involves her kidnapping." Steve speaks up, using your actual title, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking.

"Is your intel good?" Lou asks Steve, ignoring you and Javi, and Steve gives him a look.

"You think we'd be wastin' your time if it wasn't?"

"Well, then, you better get a move on and go tell her." He says like he doesn't actually like the idea, but he can't think of anything else to say. You, Javi, and Steve quickly leave his office and start the trek to Noonan's office when Steve gets a call on his sat phone. He looks like he's about to ignore it before remembering it could be Connie, and even though she's supposed to be at work, he doesn't take any chances and answers it. You're close enough to him to hear her frantic chattering on the phone and saying something about M-19 and Escobar. The walk to Noonan's office turns into a run, but it doesn't matter. By the time you get there, thousands upon thousands of pages of evidence against Pablo Escobar are burning on the TV as M-19 takes over the Palace of Justice.

This isn't just a singular agency fight anymore. You doubt it ever was. You know that the Palace of Justice Siege will change everything for better or worse, and you have to be ready for it. Promises made over glasses of scotch be damned.

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iblameashley · 10 months

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Friental - My Personal Friend Rental

Civilian | Male | Gay

1,637 words Content: No warnings. First meeting at a coffee shop.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley | Male/GN Reader

!!!SFW!!!

You met him on Friental, a friend renting app. All you knew was he went by 'Si' on the app. It was a risk, but he piqued your interest, and what was the worst that could happen?

(Thanks to @loneghostwolf for permission to use this image)

You sat in the cafe, in the far back corner booth thumbing at your phone screen. It was almost time to meet this 'Si' person. You had met him on 'Friental' and he had requested a meeting in person. You didn't know much about him. Fuck, you didn't know anything about him. Job? Classified. Hobbies? Classified. Real name? Very fucking Classified. He gave you 'Si.' and nothing more to go on.

“He's a serial killer.” you mumbled to yourself with a smile.

You sipped at your coffee, the bitter taste coating your mouth. It was terrible. It was burnt and old. This place was Si's suggestion, so you worried about what else he would enjoy.

You let out a sigh and decided to pull up the Friental app and review your conversation with him. Brush up on his set of rules you had to abide by in order to make this partnership work.

1. Non-intrusive presence: You are to maintain a conversation in an unobtrusive manner, allowing me to engage with you as I feel necessary. Do not expect much engagement. 2. Respectful silence: If I tell you to stop talking, you will. We will sit in silence until the end of our appointment. 3. Confidentiality: Any sensitive information or personal experiences shared will be protected. Due to my line of work being classified, there will likely be little exchange of information on my end. 4. Mutual understanding: You should learn to comprehend my unspoken cues and nuances, know when to stop.

5. Masked Encounters: I will always wear a mask during our meetings, whether in public or private settings. This precaution is non-negotiable. You will not ask about it.

6. No Physical Contact: To ensure mutual respect and personal boundaries, no physical contact would be allowed during our interactions. This rule includes but is not limited to handshakes, hugs, or any form of touch. Maintaining a respectful distance will be paramount to the continuation of our arrangement.

“Yep. Definitely a serial killer.” you laugh.

A few moments later your table was darkened by a looming shadow. A masked man stool silently over you. He was dressed in a dark hoodie and jeans, his unruly hair poking out at the sides. He had dark circles under his eyes and looked absolutely drained.

You smiled, and your arm moved offer your hand. You jerked it back down to the table quickly.

“Not even ten seconds and I nearly broke rule five.” You said with an awkward chuckle. “Si, I assume?”

Simon nodded. “We have an hour and a half, correct?”

“We do.” You reply, motioning for him to take a seat.

He surveys the cafe and the booth. When he seems satisfied, he shuffles into the seat. His hands are shoved in his hoodie pockets and he just stars at you.

“Rule two and four already?” you joke. A curl forming at the sides of you lips.

Simon doesn't respond. He simply stares at you with his enormous, and pure brown eyes. He doesn't come off as cold or uncaring, he seems to be sizing you up. You wonder if he's not used to talking to people. You wonder if its anxiety, a few of your other clients do.

“Want to order anything?” You ask.

He shakes his head.

“At the risk of ruining this partnership right out of the gate, the coffee here is shit and you should be ashamed you asked me here.”

Simon let out quiet chuckle from under his mask. “That so, yeah?” He raised an eyebrow. “Never said you had to order a drink.” His voice was keep. It reminded you of walking over gravel in thick, heavy boots.

“Fair point, mate.”

You shift the coffee cup around in you hand.

“Not much to go on with you,” you start. “No career, hobbies, favourite movies, or anything on your profile. So I have to ask... do you just want to sit in silence?”

Simon gives his head a subtle shake. “Talk to me, about anything.”

“I started out on the other end of Friental.” You admit. “I didn't really have any friends, so I spent most of my time alone. It started to weight on me. I figured 'what the hell', and signed up for the site.” You stop long enough to take a sip of your coffee. You forgot how bad it was already.

After flagging down a waitress and ordering an affogato and water, you resume your thrilling story.

“Honestly. It was shite. Garbage. I hated at least ninety percent of the people I met. I thought I could do better.” You admit with a bit of cockiness.

Simon placed his arms on the table, clasping them in a fist. You assumed this meant he was warming up to you, more comfortable around you. But he still just stared silently. He was going to be putting your claims of doing better to the test.

“Besides,” You said. “The extra income is welcome. My job isn't bad... but could always use a little more in my savings.”

The affogato arrived with the water and you were pleased to find they could at least make this drink correctly. Or at the very least, mask the mistakes with the ice cream.

“I actually like being on the other end. And not just for the money. I've met some interesting people, I keep a small list of clients that I have really hit it off with.”

You take a few more drinks of the affogato. Its bittersweet and creamy. It almost feels like this meeting. You've never floundered on a first meeting, and you're concerned this will be the first.

Taking you by surprise, Simon speaks up again.

“What do you like about them? People.”

“Rule three, I'm afraid. I can't give out their personal information either, so I'll have to keep it vague.”

Simon seemed to drink your words in. If you actually knew the man, you'd think he was impressed, or at the very least, respectful of your dedication to upholding rules. Even if they were for other people.

He gave another nod. “Understood.” he said gruffly.

“Well, one of them loves plants. Their flat is layered in them. I've never been there, but they shared photos of them with me. Told me all about them.”

You think for a minute.

“And another client is an encyclopedia. You have a question, he has an answer. Its actually rather impressive...” You have to take a moment to muse about that client. He liked to talk. You were in his position now, and 'Si' was you. You couldn't help but grin.

“I remember he spent a whole meeting just telling me about fossils. I just sat there wide-eyed as he flooded me with information. Took a few days for my brain to process it all. Very nice lad, but his need to tell you everything is sometimes off-putting to other people. Its a shame really, if people had more patience, they'd see how fun and interesting he really is.”

As the hour wore on, Simon did seem to relax to your presence. He maintained on high alert to his surroundings, though. Any unusual sound or movement caught his attention, and you could visibly see him tense until he confirmed there was no threat.

To ease the tension, you decided to ask him a ridiculous question.

“So, Si.” You leaned back in the seat and relaxed your shoulders. “If you were reincarnated as an animal, what animal would you be?”

His head jerked back at the question, and you could see the gears in his head turning. He was completely baffled by the question, but chose to play along.

“Wolf.” He said with confidence.

You must have smiled a little too wide, or maybe the laugh you thought you suppressed wasn't so suppressed after all.

“You disagree?” He tone was steady, calm, but somehow still annoyed.

“I wouldn't say 'disagree' so much as... I could picture something else.”

Simon stares at you. His eyes dance with light as he tries to burrow his way into your brain.

“A bird.” You finally say. “More specifically, a predator bird. Eagle, or Anhinga, maybe a Condor.”

You can see him huff under the mask as it pulses out. You have no idea if he took that as a compliment of not. But he's still sitting there, drilling his sight into your head. Maybe he's trying to kill you with his thoughts.

You spend that last part of your appointment with him explaining why you thought of those birds for him. You leave out the reason for the Condor was of its size. Its large, like him.

You were still talking when your phone's alarm went off, Simon's as well. The appointment was over now. Simon scooted out of the booth after shutting off the alarm. He gave you a firm nod and left.

“Good meeting you.” You called.

He left the cafe and out of your sight.

You sat there in silence for a moment. This was the most unusual meeting you had, but you were still alive. 'For now.' You jokingly thought.

Despite his seemingly cold demeanour, he never gave off the feeling that he posed any harm. He was just a quiet person.

Your phone dinged. You pulled it out of your pocket and pulled up the notification. It was from 'Si.' Opening it, you saw that he had already requested a second appointment. You stared at the screen in shock, positive you had ruined this meeting. You click accept and send him your calendar of available dates. The ball is in his court now.

You're curious to see where this will go.

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aventurinemylove · 9 months

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FIRST TIME REQUESTING! So I have no clue if you're okay with what I'm ganna ask?

May I ask for a angst to fluff. (Only if you're okay with both in the request! unless you want it to be full angst) Like where reader/ y/n is near death (again only if your okay with it) wiith Dazai and Chuuya. (If you wish to add another one that's your choice!) It can be either a headcanon or short fic. Whichever one your more confterble with!

(Ps I love your smau au!)

Have a nice day/night/afternoon (it's 3:10 a.m for me 💀) but anyways if you can't accept my request I understand! But take care of yourself. ♡

A/n- OMG YOU DONT KNOW HOW FAST I GOT UP AND STARTED WRITING TYSM FOR THE REQ OMG AND IM GLAD YOU LIKE THE SMAU😭🫶

Close call

Dazai x reader and chuuya x reader (separate)

Genre-angst and fluff

Warnings- heavy topics, torture, blood, mori…

Songs to listen-skyfall adele,I bet on losing dogs mitski,francis forever mitski

Osamu Dazai

You were sent on a mission by yourself by Fukuzawa to gather information on a rival organization. You knew the risks of this but you were willing to risk it To give the Ada any type of advantage. Before your mission dazai told you to be more cautious about everyone and everything, he had a pitiful feeling in his stomach..the same feeling when he lost his dear friend, which left him wondering if his past finally catching up to him?

Ever since you left the feeling only got worse and worse, he couldn’t take it anymore it was eating him alive he felt a sense of guilt, and for the first time in year, he felt fear..? Something might have happens to you..days without contact or even texts all his texts were delivered you never left him on delivered. He couldn't take it anymore and decided he will look for you himself.

Meanwhile, you haven't texted Dazai due to leaving your work phone at the ADA in order to not cause any suspicion between you and your new boss however you couldn't stay like this forever he saw you rummaging through classified files which ended up with you having to reveal your identity causing you to fight. What surprised you was the ambush from behind which ended up with u getting stabbed in the chest and losing conscious.

Once he got there he was late...your body on the ground bleeding profusely, he couldn't believe it he failed you. The person he vowed to serve and protect you only to fail you. His heart aches at seeing you so motionless so still. He couldn't even form a word he couldn't even stand on his feet. “You're not gone [name] right..” his voice filled with sorrow and disbelief. If only he came earlier..he could've prevented this he wouldn’t have lost you.

He ran to your body and held it..for the first time in years he couldn’t mask his emotions how could he..you were special to him the only one keeping on this ground, but now that your gone he has no will to live no reason to be here. “[name] I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, you didn’t deserve this awful fate my love..I’m sorry”. You were still conscious you heard everything how u you wish you can tell him “everything’s going to be okay” but honestly not even you knew if your going to make it”

Dazai held u so close running towards the nearest hospital he could find without any second thought begging every doctor to treat you before it was to late. He didn’t leave your side the whole time you were unconscious, atsushi brought Dazai food and made sure to give him company and any ounce of hope he had.

It was almost a month since that event you haven’t woken up not even once…this left Dazai terrified he only thought of the worst outcome. Though before u hit one month of being unconscious you woke up, every emotion hitting you but the one hitting you the most was shock and fear. You couldn't believe you were alive, and you also wondered who brought you to the hospital but soon realization and memories hit you. Dazai found you laying unconscious, you couldn't help but have guilt. Your poor husband finding you unconscious and unresponsive was a horror to think about.

You were so deep in thought you didn't notice Dazai practically tugging you into a hug crying his eyes out on your shoulder. [name] my love I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you, I'm sorry I failed you I was so scared, I was so scared of you leaving me like everyone” he said between broken sobs. “Dazai dear I'm sorry for being so careless I really should've seen it coming” you say through your tears.

To say the least, dazai is happy you're alive and that's all that matters to him.

Nakahara Chuuya

You and Gin were sent on a mission personally requested by Mori, which was odd since usually, he would have you take missions with Chuuya since he had his suspicions here and there. You always found your boss “odd” he always figured out things even he was told which was a scary thought.

On the mission, you were told to play a fair person and your objective was to woe the victim over and that's when Gin strikes. Though it was easier said than done, during the night you felt like something was coming for you or that you were being watched but you pushed your thoughts away for the sake of the mission. You found something quite odd about your victim he looks like a former mafia member though you've never seen him, you feel like his name was mentioned somewhere.

Fortunately, before the night ended you got the victim to think that you were an innocent person trying to get help from him for your company on how to grow it etc. But he knew you were from the mafia he had his eyes on you ever since you stepped in, he knew Mori would send an executive to assassinate him during this party. You had a feeling that your facade was seen through like clear glass, which made the gut feeling start to tell you “leave” or “go home” but you knew being in the mafia your life was always on risk.

Chuuya on the other hand was sweating and shaking something was telling him to watch over you that night, he had a feeling Mori had some plan since usually he would send him with you and no one else. So while you and Gin were on your way to the party he followed you guys but decided to stay hidden until he felt he was needed.

You were unexpectedly brought a handkerchief to your mouth making you pass out. Otherwise, Gin was concerned about what could have happened to you, you weren't giving her any sign to strike..unless the struck first which had her panicking since she also didn't see the host anywhere. She Knew something was wrong, so through her headset she let everyone know “Code red, our executive is missing”. Just hearing this made Chuuya jump and head to the party area before he knew it, he was frantically searching for you everywhere in the area but had no luck he couldn't find you and this made him more frustrated he couldn't believe he took his eyes off you for a bit and you were MISSING.

It was days maybe 3 days since the incident they had you tied to a chair with handcuffs tied to both hands making it impossible to use your ability. You were so beat up all these days tortured just for some information you didn't have. “Now where is that supply box” he spoke, another hit towards your ribs but you stayed silent. “OH SO WE ARE GONNA PLAY THE SILENT GAME ARE WE?!” he says but before you were hit again the doors of the area were crushed open before you knew it Gin ran to you and untied you, and carried you to the truck where they already had a medical professional on board.

Meanwhile, chuuya made sure this man was dead and he made sure that he paid for what he did to you. Chuuya had rage in him, the state he found you in made me sick and sad, how could this asshole do this to you. After his job was chuuya got back to the truck where the doctor talked to him. “Sir they will be unconscious for a few days maybe a few hours if lucky but they had a few broken ribs and a few bruises to the head”. He couldn't believe what he heard, he felt the rage he had earlier come back to him, but he kept his composer just nodded to the doctor.

He was now facing you he felt his heart shatter to 100 pieces the pain and guilt he felt was eating him alive. “If only I got there earlier” or “I should've taken the mission but compared to other missions this was one of the least dangerous. He knelt near your bed while holding your hand slowly letting the tears down.

After 3 days you finally open your eyes looking around the unfamiliar room it looked nothing like the mafia hospital room which relieved you, you didn't have to deal with mori and his annoying overbearing antics, how u hated him and wanted someone to take his spot.

While lost in thought u turn to see flowers and a note on the bedside, you grabbed them smiling to yourself already knowing who it was. As you looked at the flowers you open the note slightly smiling as you read. “My dearest [name] I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you as I vowed to you I will, so after you feel better let me take you out to eat, sincerely yours Chuuya Nakahara” but before you finished you saw the end “ps I’ll visit you later I'm on a mission right now”. You never knew how you got lucky with such a man but honestly, it did take you guys a while to be where you are at right now.

Later…

You were sitting down reading a book when you heard the hospital door bust open, at first you thought it was an enemy attack but you were relieved to see Chuuya at the door with a little box at hand. “My love” you heard Chuuya speak “I got you this,” he says as he gives you the box. You were shocked, to be honest, you weren't expecting anything so when u recognized the jewelry box you began to cheer up. “Thank you dear you didn't have to,” you say smiling at him while opening the box, to your surprise there was a gorgeous necklace that you'd been wanting for a while but couldn't get your hands on it, so it was surprising to see Chuuya get ahold of such an item.

You felt your eyes start to tear up as you pulled Chuuya into a tight hug and whispered “Thank you my love I couldn't ask for someone more amazing than you”. Chuuya was surprised by your sudden action but didn't complain at all. “My love I'm sorry for not being there on time,” Chuuya said his voice cracking “If maybe I was there earlier this could've been avoided”. “Chuuya it's ok, I'm fine I'm here with you look on the bright side at least we got him” you say softly.

Chuuya knew you were right, he was just happy you were alive and with him still.

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dawndelion-winery · 2 years

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Faithfully Yours

What sort of companion droid are they?

Android au! Ft. Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Aether

Warning: mildly possessive behaviour

Childe:

As one of the higher end models, he falls in both the domestic and guard lines

He makes himself very handy around the house and one of his favourite pastimes is seeing you savour his cooking

You'd tell him not to watch you but he looked like such a kicked puppy when you did, so you figured it wouldn't hurt to let him be

He's almost painfully clingy though

Since there's not much need for him as a guard, he takes it upon himself to fill the role of spouse

And seeks you out every few minutes because he just has to have your attention

Washing the dishes? He's bringing you a small stack of dishes every now and then to check if they meet your standards

He also fully expects to be praised or he'll assume he hasn't done well enough

Sometimes you can't even get him to charge unless you're in the same room as him because he complains he gets lonely

He also prefers when you call him Ajax as opposed to Tartaglia or Childe

"Psssst, psst, user<3, psssst."

"Yes, Ajax?"

"Heheh, I love you."

He works well with most other androids, though he will have a tendency to hog you a little bit

But he's very generous with you attention! Or so he says

You're free to sit in any other android's lap as long as he's the one you're looking at etc

Diluc:

Similar to Childe, he's classified as both a domestic and guard model

He's just not quite as openly affectionate despite also being very spouse like

Which means he functions best as a companion droid when he's the only one you have

Diluc, in essence, is a traditional lover android, which means he's happy to protect you and provide for you, at the small cost of him being the object of your affection

Kisses? He wants them all. Hugs? Entirely his

He's alright with being away from you, but that doesn't mean he isn't always thinking of you

In his opinion, there's nothing more enjoyable than cuddling you with a bottle of grape juice

Very much an android of service, you name it, he'll do it

If you do want other androids, he won't stop you, but he will get a little bit sulky

You'll find him hovering around you a lot more but not hugging you unless you're alone

He hopes you'll remember that no matter how many androids you have, he'll always adore you the most

Kaeya:

He's from the informatics line

Designed to help his user obtain any bit of information they desire to the best of his ability, he's programmed to be alright with not seeing you for long periods of time

So you're not sure why he seems so reluctant to leave your side

It could be a glitch, but since they've all been discontinued, it'd be too much trouble to get him fixed over such a minor issue

He tells you that he's alright with other androids but at the same time, you'll find there's always some sort of tension

Not to worry, of course! He's just keeping tabs on all of them so they toe the line

After all, he can't have any of them trying to replace him

He most adores laying on top of you with his head on your chest whole you play with his hair

Comb it, braid it, pin all sorts of accessories in it, he'll love anything you do to him as long as you're not pushing him away

Isn't he pretty when you style his hair from him? He often offers to let you dress him, insisting he'd be prettier if you picked out his outfits to match yours too

"What's the matter, master? You're not too shy to put your hands on me are you? You should really remember that I'm entirely yours."

Scaramouche:

A failed prototype to the Raiden Shogun, he was meant to be a comfort android with slight guard capabilities

He ended up too sensitive, turning him bitter and cynical as a result, far from the ideal comfort droid

Yet there's something so pure and soft in the way he cradles your head against his chest when you weep

He gingerly wipes your tears away, and hands you a tissue when you sniffle

Certainly, he's every bit of an asshole under normal circumstances

But there's no mistaking the original code, he was absolutely made to make you feel better when you're down

He presses gentle kisses to your forehead, his lips surprisingly warm and soft for an android, a feature specialised and perfected for all androids in the comfort line

He's the android whose hand you hold during sad movies and the one you vent your frustrations to

Some asshole cut in line when you were getting your morning coffee? His speech processors run the fastest, quickly registering the situation you describe and taking your side of the arguement

You're free real estate for bullying at other times though

Aether:

He's a very special sort of android

Along with his twin sister, they were made to be the customisable option among all the androids with their distinct personalities

At least that's how it was supposed to be

Since you'd gotten the original copy, he had the preprogrammed personality Hoyoverse had curated for him, without any requested modifications

He was gentle, but steadfast, always listening sweetly to you while acting as a mediator should you have any other androids

The true comfort android - he's always there for you to listen to anything you have to say

Unlike Scara, who's just as vocal as you are about your emotions, Aether is more passive, only interjecting where you need him to

He'll cradle your face and tilt your head so you look him in the eyes as he tells you to calm down, reassuring you that everything will be alright

His patience for you is boundless, and he's sweet to you even when you're in a good mood, doing all he can to ensure that happiness lasts

"Leave it to me, my dear user. I'll take care of everything for you."

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skeblinn · 1 year

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Crafty, clever, and resourceful--Rouge the Bat is a world-renowned treasure hunter and spy. With her ability to infiltrate the most well-protected of bases and uncover top-secret information it's no secret why she is G.U.N.'s most prized agent. On this mission, however, Rouge is tasked with retrieving an artifact called the Scepter of Darkness from Eggman's base. Any other information is left heavily classified by her employer.

Though left with a number of questions, Rouge is set to see her mission through with the help of newly-recruited agents Shadow the Hedgehog and E-123 Omega. In time, however, the esteemed agent will find herself uncovering far more than she bargained for...

Everyone's favorite team is back in action, but here I'm mainly showcasing Rouge! I ended up not going too crazy with her redesign and leaned to making a more sleek version of her classic outfit.

#rouge the bat #e 123 omega #shadow the hedgehog #team dark #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #skebbart #s-06 redo

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frickingnerd · 6 months

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the weight of the world

pairing: 2B x gn!reader

summary: 2B is tasked to help you reach the council of humanity on the moon, but you soon find out that you're the last human alive and that 2B has been lying to you all along...

you've been traveling alongside 2B for a few weeks now. originally, 2B was supposed to make sure you'd safely reach the council of humanity on the moon, but with each passing day, more and more hurdles came up and it started to seem like you'd never make it there. if you believed in fate, you might've thought that perhaps the universe didn't want you to reach the moon and reunite with other humans…

but it wasn't the universe itself that prevented you two from reaching your destination. it was yorha. after all, there was nobody on the moon waiting for you. you were the last human alive, yet they wanted everyone to believe that there were hundreds and thousands of humans on the moon, just waiting for the war against the machines to be won, so that they could return to earth. but humans had gone extinct long ago. except for you.

when your journey with 2B started, you were still hopeful you'd be amongst other humans soon. you were always so cheerful, talking about humanity with a smile on your lips. it pained 2B to see you like this, knowing that eventually you'd realize it was all just a lie.

as the weeks went by, you were less and less energetic. you still had hope that you'd reach the moon soon, but you started to doubt it would be any time soon. after all, the amount of times you lost your connection to yorha, got lost somewhere or had your gear break had you worried that it would happen again. and it did. again and again and again and again. it was like you were cursed!

2B always assured you that this was normal. that things break and that missions never go smoothly. but she wasn't a good liar. you believed her the first few times, but after about the tenth time that you were stranded with broken gear and no way to reach the bunker, you started to doubt 2B was telling the truth.

2B always tried to cheer you up. at first, you were the one who ensured the good mood, but as time went by, she started to miss your smiles and laughter. after all, you started to become important to her. at first, she was protecting you because it was her duty. but now, she wanted to protect you because she cared about you! and because she cared about you, she didn't want to see you this upset. which is why she always tried to ensure you that your mission would succeed in the end. only that her words became meaningless after a while. when she said it with such a straight face, showing no emotions, you started to wonder if she even believed what she was saying.

and then came the day when you found out the truth. that 2B didn't believe what she was saying. that not a single word she told you had been the truth. that she knew from the start that your mission would never succeed. because humanity had gone extinct. there was nobody waiting for you on the moon. they were all dead. except you.

"you knew it from the start… and you never thought you should tell me? that they are all dead !?"

you had reached your lowest point. you had felt lonely before, when you roamed the world all by yourself. even when you had met 2B, you still felt lonely, as she never opened up to you. but now, you realized that you were truly alone. there was nobody left but you.

"that was classified information"

you could feel your blood boil. even now, 2B was closed off. she didn't even apologize to you for lying to you all this time. she simply stated the facts. though what else could you expect from a damn robot?

though truthfully, 2B felt horrible for lying to you. she had felt this way ever since the first time you smiled at her and told her about how excited you were to meet other humans. back then, she had dreaded this moment; the moment when you'd find out the truth. all she could do now was stick to the facts and pretend like she didn't care. it would make things easier.

"and how long did you plan to keep it a secret from me? how long did you plan to act as if you were helping me to reach the moon?"

you were clearly hurting. seeing you like this broke 2B's heart. and despite telling herself that she wouldn't show emotions, she broke as soon as she noticed the tears in your eyes.

"i never wanted to lie to you!" a sigh escaped her lips. "but you were so excited about reuniting with other humans, that i couldn't tell you, even if i wanted to"

you took a deep breath. 2B wasn't a good liar, which is why you knew she was telling the truth. still, it was hard to accept. that your only friend, the most important person in your life, had been lying to you ever since you first met. and then you wondered…

"have you just been pretending to be my friend too then? was this part of yorha's plan as well or was that your idea?"

2B pressed her lips together, trying to hold back a quiet sob. she was using so much of her energy to stop herself from crying. her hands were trembling, but she tried to keep her composure for as long as she could.

"i never pretended to be your friend"

2B managed to get over her lips, her voice quieter than usual. focusing all her energy on keeping her hands steady and eyes dry was making it hard to talk.

"and how can i believe you? how can i know that you're not lying to me again?"

you wanted to believe 2B. you didn't want everything to have been a lie. you just lost everything dear to you. you couldn't bear losing her too.

but there was nothing 2B could say or do to prove it to you. if you were a yorha unit capable of hacking, you could've looked into her head. but all she could do now was tell you the truth and hope you'd believe her. even after she had broken your trust once.

"you just have to believe me"

2B softly shrugged, her eyebrows raised a bit and a weak smile on her lips, as the tears began streaming down her cheeks. she didn't want to hold back anymore. if she kept hiding a part of herself from you, then you'd never trust her. so, she allowed herself to show the emotions she had been feeling for so long.

"this isn't fair…" you lowered your head. "i… can't be angry with you, when you're the one crying! it's not fair!"

but 2B wasn't the only one crying. as you raised your head again to glare at her, she noticed the tears streaming down her cheeks.

without even thinking, she took a step forward and wrapped her arms around you. a surprised gasp escaped your lips, which quickly turned into a loud sob. finally, you started to cry and let it all out.

"i know you must hate me for what i did, but–"

"i don't hate you…"

2B pulled away surprised and just looked at you for a moment. you didn't hate her? after everything she did to you?

"if i could just hate you, it would be much easier. but i love you. you're the only person i have left and you mean everything to me…"

2B had gotten her tears under control again, but when you confessed how much she meant to you, they came right back again. though she quickly wiped them away and smiled instead.

"i promise you, that i'll do everything in my power to protect you!"

2B had this serious look on her face. not the one she usually had, where she just seemed stoic. this time, her eyes were filled with determination. and you knew that she meant what she said.

"i can't undo what i did, but i can try and atone for my mistakes. even if i'll have to betray yorha, i'll do it. you're my priority now. and if making sure you are safe and happy means going against them, then i'll do it"

tears kept streaming down your cheeks, but a weak smile had made its way onto your lips, while you carefully raised your hand and rested it on 2B's cheek.

"i don't want you to atone. i want you to stay by my side…"

2B melted into your touch, closing her eyes for a moment and taking in the warmth of your hand, before slowly opening them again and nodding.

"then i'll stay with you…"

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