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rose-l-20 · 7 months ago

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His Biggest Weakness - Baron Helmut Zemo x Female! Reader

SUMMARY: He was very serious on his "NO PETS" rule, but he just couldn't say no to you.

WARNINGS: Super fluffy, established relationship, softZemo!, German pet names, age gap (reader is 26, Helmut is 45), cute af kitten! the characters are technically speaking German, but it's written in English (minus the pet names and some words sprinkled in).

Helmut was currently sitting in the library of the (since the fall of Sokovia) "Zemo manor", located on the outskirts of eastern Germany. The smell of old books, and lavender was a welcoming aroma. He was sitting at a desk close to the huge window, needing new scenery from his at times stuffy office. The view of trees, birds and the warm sun brought peace and serenity to his soul. His fingers, soft and skilled, glided across the keys of his laptop.

As the Baron finished his last email, his stomach told him it was time to get some lunch downstairs. closing his laptop he stood up and headed out the door, turning left down a long hallway. Politely knocking on the door as he entered the room, eyes landing on the beautiful woman sitting sitting in the cozy four poster bed. Warm Coffee in one hand, with her other scrolling her own laptop. a look of adoration rested on her facial features.

"Mein Schatz?" his voice clear and meaningful, glistening (e/c) eyes raised from the screen. "Yes, mein Hübscher?" you replied, Helmut sat next to her on the bed to see what his love was so enamored by. adorable kittens of different breeds covered the screen.

Helmut was super stern with his no pet rule He had stated that as much as he would love to have a cute furry friend following him around, he knew it would be a big responsibility to care for it.

Nevertheless, he knew he was in trouble when you looked at the screen and back to him. "Can we please get a kitten?" your head fell back, nose facing the celling with your free hand four-finger-pointing the screen. "Prinzessin, you know my rule about pets" Helmut kindly reminded you, your shoulders sag at the reminder, but you weren't going to back down. "Helmut..." you dragged.

'Oh no, it's begun!' Helmut thought to himself. "When you go on your business trips, I get so lonely. A kitten-then-cat will help me have company while your gone!" coffee cup placed onto your respective side table, hand gripping his silk sleeve as you brought your body closer to his. Helmut's eyes fought to not look into yours, but he lost.

Your lower lip was jutted in a pout, and your eyes were wide and pleading. 'Scheiße' he was struggling hard. "Schatz, let's go have some lunch ja?" body rising from the plush bed. "THAT WASN'T AN ANSWER!...Hey!" you called out as he vanished from your sight. Shutting and picking up your laptop you followed after him. He was a spec down the hall, heading down the stairs.

entering the grand kitchen, you placed the laptop on the table by the equally as grand window. "Liebe, are you feeling like a panino with a side of grapes, or leftover soup from last night with a toasted cheese sandwich and a side of watermelon?" he asked as you stood next to him by the vast fridge. "The last option, and a proper answer please", you put your hand on your hips. He smiled softly, "alright, I'll let you know by the end of the day ok?" he grabbed your cheeks and gave your lips a tender kiss. "Ok!" you beamed.

"Now, do you want to handle the sandwiches or watermelon?" he laid out the ingredients on the black marble bench.

"hmm? I'll handle the watermelon" you replied as you got the knife and cutting board out. "Wunderbar" Helmut reacted.

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The sun had set, the noise of the day had become quiet as you finished brushing your teeth and removing your sheet facemask. you swapped your loungewear for some loose cotton pajama shorts and one of Helmut's soft long sleeve t-shirts.

you slipped into bed as Helmut placed his book on his side table, opening his arm for you to slide into his side s you do every night. "So, it's the end of the day" you say as you settle into his warmth.

"it is..." his fingers ran through your freshly washed hair. "...and I have come to a conclusion. We can get a Kitten, but the kitten needs to be a short hair. That is my only requirement." your body shook happily as you hugged him tighter. "YES! that is completely ok, I have been looking at this tabby girl look!" you opened your phone and pulled up a screenshot of the kitten. The photo had an email, phone number and information of the cutie. "can you please zoom in on the email? I'll send an email to the place now" the brunettes fingers typed on his phone. While you watched his fingers glide, your whole body was buzzing with excitement.

"I am not going to be able to sleep now, I am elated!" your cheesy smile melted Helmut's heart. He pulled you close, and ran his fingers through your hair with a chuckle.

"you know how to get into my head, and I know how to get into yours. so relax, sleep. I'll see your beautiful eyes tomorrow."

"Oh you're a smooth man, Gute Nacht, meine Liebe"

"Gute Nacht, mein Schatz"

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A few days had passed, and now you were walking into the adoption Centre to collect your kitten. The two of you had been to see her, and you both fell in love instantly. You had bought a carry crate and all the essentials on your way home. You were greeted by the same receptionist, who took you to a room with a German sign which translated to 'Adoption Collection'.

you entered the first door and were welcomed by a gentleman who handled the department. Helmut conversed with the man, and handled the correct paperwork. The receptionist tapped your shoulder politely and asked "this will take a couple of minutes, would you like to help get her in the crate?" You nodded, and informed your boyfriend on your movements. He smiled at your excited face "Ok, have fun!" before continuing the paper work.

The woman opened the door for you, and you made immediate eye-contact with your furry baby. You approached the wall of adopted kittens calmly as to not frighten both yours, and the others. getting out a key, the woman opened the door for your kitten and motioned for you to pick her up. The kitten smelled your fingers, and relaxed at the familiar scent. The kitten emitted gentle meows, as you pet the top of her head. You went to place the tabby into the crate, getting onto your knees and saying words to calm her.

"Have you decided on a name?" The receptionist queried. "Yeah we are calling her Mia, very short and equality sweet" you responded as you fixed the supple pastel yellow blanket around her.

"Oh my god, that's lovely! She definitely is a Mia" Her hands clasped together. "Danke!"

Helmut walked into the room, his eyes warm as he asked "is Mia ready to go?" you hummed a yes and headed out of the room, approaching the main area. The two of you thanked the staff and headed to Helmut's black ML Class Mercedes Benz. Helmut's large hand opened the backseat door, and you placed the crate behind the driver seat. You made sure the seatbelt was secured around the bottom before settling next to her behind the passenger seat, and placing your own belt on.

"You know you'll have a long time to be with her right?" The man humored. You let out a small chuckle and explained "I am providing moral support, as cars can be intimidating for kittens" you put your hands up in defense. The Baron shook his head with an amused smile while gently closing the door.

The drive went smooth, your hand was stroking Mia's fur threw the crates opening on the top and peaceful music emanated from the car's radio. You three got home and started setting the furry ball of cuteness up in her own space in your office, which was attached to your bedroom.

Hours went by as you played with her, she took naps on your laps, and got familiar with where her food, water, and litter box was. You felt bad when you needed to leave the room to eat or drink yourself.

The sun started setting through the window, filling the room with gold, orange and pink tones and Helmut turned to you and said

"You really are my biggest weakness"

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AHH my first Zemo fic!

I am content with this piece, I have always pictured Zemo having a tabby cat so I love this concept!

#helmut zemo #female reader #fanfiction #helmut zemo x you #marvel #daniel brühl #baron zemo #zemo x reader #marvel fanfiction #oneshot

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billskeis · 1 year ago

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hi can you do Tom smut where he is dating reader and she likes reading and he just like tells her to read for him while he is fucking her and she just like struggles to talk and he is just kinda chuckling and listening to her

˖ ࣪ ⟢ tom’s personal bookworm

lol haha hi so imagine tom kaulitz, considered the sexiest guitarist in germany right now as tokio hotel rises up to the top as rockstars with a bookworm reader. never really goes to their concerts because she enjoys her alone time but however will support from the other side of the screen as their concerts are constantly being streamed.

you were never the type to be upset about not being able to spend actual time with tom knowing his packed schedule, understanding and content with just being able to see him from afar.

reader loves book. and i mean, LOVES books. her whole room is filled with them. her parents were concerned for her every passing day because all she did was spend her allowance on books. not that they’re complaining because at the end of the day she was smart, humble, quiet. never really got herself into trouble since she would spend most of her days reading.

they’ve always wondered how she got a boyfriend that’s the total opposite of her.. mr popular who has thousands of girls just waiting for him to court them, is dating a nerdy nobody who only spends her free time reading? i guess you can say opposites really do attract.

tom now has been making more frequent visits to his girlfriend’s humble abode to catch her often stuck in a book that she’s been raving about the day before. rambling on how exciting it is to be able to start a fresh new book after just finishing one. it could only really take her a day to finish a thick novel that she had just purchased long ago, head in the clouds of true crime, thriller and fantasy. tom wishes his girlfriend would pay more attention to him now that he’s off tour and can finally spend time with her. ohoh, he’s jealous. jealous of a fucking book, or books, lol.

and all of a sudden, the new books that you have recently bought have been collecting dust, stuck on the same book for a week now.

tom had asked you to read out the dialogue between the main protagonist and the villain, sliding himself inside of you as he slowly fucks your soaking walls sitting on the ottoman stood at the end of your bed. “oh fuck, you’re tight.. ‘s been a while huh schatzi?” a firm grip on your ass as he holds your body upright, sitting in his lap as you hold a book in-front of you like a teacher standing at a podium. “t-tom, i can’t concentrate like this.”

“c’mon, read to me baby.” moving your hips up and down his length, slowly and agonizing, your cunt feels every inch and vein of his cock, the stretch just right as he presses kisses to your cervix with his tip.

you huffed in defeat, biting your lip before speaking, “a-and so.. you e-either—mmgh.. surrender to me or, o-or.. ah!” yelping as the curve of his dick presses against your velvety walls in a new angle, pleasure shooting through your body as legs threaten to shake. tom can only laugh at you, a throaty groan while he continues to move your body at a rhythm that satiates the both of you. he indulges in controlling how you ride him, a soft and pliable body made for him to fuck and distract her from what she loves the second most, him coming in first after all.

you hold onto your book for dear life, stuttering words as they struggle to fall off your lips, drool coming out more instead as you grind your hips on tom.

he silently watches you, watches how you fail to get a complete sentence out without choking on a moan or a whimper, chuckling as he is completely enamoured with your being. how pretty you are in his lap riding his cock as you attempt to fill out his request of storytelling one of your current reads.

but he listens. he listens as you break it down to him on how the superhero and the villain instead come to redeem themselves as lovers rather than enemies. and it’s quite sweet, isn’t it? how people on the opposite sides of the universe can just come together as one, quite ironic if you ask me. but he absolutely adores the way you read to him, even if it involves shoving his cock into your cunt, over, and over again.

as a hand holds your waist, he uses his other hand to rub your clit in front of him, your body jolts from the overstimulation as you leak onto his pelvic moan, juices spilling to seep onto the suede chair.

feeling overwhelmed, your book almost slips from your grasp as you wrap your arms around tom’s neck, complaining that it’s ‘too much’ and you ‘can’t take it,’ but he doesn’t listen, he can only press a kiss to your cheek and tell you “you’re doing good baby, just a few more pages mkay?” his hands massaging your waist as he bounces you on his cock. you swallow your words instead, incapable to recite the dialogue as you cried out in pleasure.

with a smirk plastered on his lips, tom takes the book from your hand and throws it to the bed behind you, he can’t risk in damaging your goods now! your struggle for speech was quickly replaced with the creak of the ottoman inside your bedroom, your back arching as your chest is now flush to tom’s clinging onto the body that bullies you as eyes roll back.

your head rests on tom as tears roll off your face and tongue lolls out onto his shoulder, you babble ‘sorries’ to tom, as you now realized that despite his time off, you prioritized the books you read 24/7 over your own boyfriend.

“s’okay.. i can—ugh, have my smart girlfriend all t’myself now, yea?”

so i didn’t proofread this lol >_<

anyways , i’m off to disappear for another couple days (maybe)

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x y/n #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #2000s #fyp #billskeis

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avonne-writes · 1 year ago

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oh my god now that the show and the war is over I NEED domestic buck and bucky fics bonus points if buck is sick and they cuddle all day😅😅

I can’t wait to write this AU, but I have to finish Reverie first, so I hope you’d still like to read to it after 🩷 But until then, here's a snippet I've just written:

It's cold. So cold, that Gale thinks he’s back in Germany for a few seconds, locked in the filthy hopelessness of the stalag, with no end in sight. He’s swimming in sweat but his body trembles nevertheless. Icy pain rolls down his neck in waves. He can’t get any air through his nose so he tries to sleep with his mouth open, but that just makes his throat ache that much more. He wishes he could stop breathing long enough to fall asleep, but no such luck. The duvet doesn’t wrap around him tight enough. Curled up miserably on his side of the bed, he can’t do anything but convalesce. Even his bones hurt.

The front door opens downstairs, but it's too early for John to be home. Robbers? But there’s no sound of clinking china or cabinets being opened, only the jiggle of keys and then familiar, heavy footsteps up the creaking stairs. The bedroom door opens softly, then the world's most annoying voice whispers into the stale air of the room.

"Is our pretty little patient still with us?" When Gale ignores him, Bucky's socked feet thread across the carpet to the bed. His fingers drum on the wooden footboard. If Gale had the strength, he'd kick him. "Or did he become a butterfly?"

"What the goddamn hell are you talking about?" Gale gripes, his voice hoarse as though he was dying. He doesn’t open his eyes. He has no interest in seeing Bucky's mug when he’s getting on Gale's nerves like that.

"Well, you look like a giant caterpillar all cocooned up."

Gale doesn’t deign that worthy of a reply. He pulls the duvet the rest of the way over his head. There’s nothing he wants to see in the room anyway. He just wants to be left alone. Glass thuds on the bedside table.

"Got you some cold syrup."

The cover is pulled back from Gale's face and a pleasantly cool, dry palm presses to his forehead. Bucky sighs. When he speaks again, the joking tone drops from his voice. "That’s gotta be a fever."

He wipes the sweat from Gale's temple with his hand, then the bed dips by Gale's side. He hears clinking and banging, then a large palm slides under his head and pulls to prop it up. He cracks his eyes open to slits only to see Bucky bent over him with a spoonful of vile medicine in his free hand. Gale tries to push it away.

"Don't be a child, Buck, open up."

"Says the one yapping about caterpillars." Gale mumbles, so slow that he thinks Bucky won't let him finish the sentence, but he does. He looks amused, despite the tinges of worry around his eyes.

"Someone ought'a have a sense of humor."

"Wouldn’t bet on us." Gale squints at Bucky again, satisfied to see the flash of his grin.

But still, Bucky doesn’t let up - he holds the spoon in front of Gale's mouth until Gale sighs and swallows the syrup in it. "There."

Gale sinks back into the cushions and turns away from him, rolling closer to Bucky's side of the bed. It’s tempting to steal his pillow but with the clogged nose, Gale wouldn’t be able to smell him anyway. A hand rests on his shoulder, Bucky's thumb stroking.

"Care for some company?" Bucky asks. When Gale remains silent again, he continues filling the quiet. "I phoned my boss, told him I was sick."

"What, we share a body now?" Gale grumbles. "What if you do get sick?"

"Then I didn't lie, did I? If I get sick, I'd have caught it anyway, what with this narrow thing you picked." He pats the bed.

"You gave me the wrong measurements."

"Just admit that you wanna sleep in my arms."

"Did you get something for your head?"

Bucky laughs to himself in low chuckles, then Gale hears the rustle of clothes, the clink of a belt. The duvet pulls away from his back, leaving him freezing where the sweat-soaked pyjama shirt sticks to his skin. But he doesn’t have to suffer for long. The bed dips further, then a warm, naked chest presses to his back. Bucky tucks in the covers around them, them slips his arms around Gale to hold him close. It feels like heaven.

Gale sniffles. "I'm disgusting."

Bucky sighs as though he’s happy. He kisses Gale's overheated neck. "Course you are, you little caterpillar."

Gale grits his teeth. "Go away."

"No can do." He holds Gale tighter to his chest, and the shivers subside. "I'm sick, after all."

Gale decides not to say anything else. He remains irritated for two more minutes, then Bucky's warmth starts seeping into him through his clothes. He breathes out and falls asleep.

#mota #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #my writing #sickfic #post-war domestic husbands

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iwaoiness · 1 year ago

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Iwaizumi knew it. He knew he shouldn't give in again, that he had to be the firmer, more mature, responsible, and sensible one between the two of them.

But every man has his weakness, and for Hajime, that weakness is Tooru. Especially when he does that thing where he gently bites his lips while smiling (drunk from so many kisses and caresses), where he droops subtly his eyelids (crystal clear and cloudy eyes), where he calls him Hajime in that slow, playful and fucking hot way.

And, of course, Iwaizumi falls and takes Oikawa down with him. Until they both hit the ground, metaphorically and literally, because, at the end of the day, cardboard Olympic beds might support one big elite athlete, but definitely not two.

“Fuck, not again,” groans Iwaizumi, covering his face with both hands from where he lies on the floor. Sitting next to him, fully satisfied and with the sheet draped over his shoulders, Oikawa laughs.

"At least it held out until we reached orgasm"

Hajime lowers his hands and frowns his brow in his direction. But any urge to hit Oikawa evaporates when he sees his pretty smile, rosy cheeks, and tousled hair.

"You're a brad, you know that?"

"And you're a brute, you know that?"

They both smile, their words carrying no heat. Hajime pulls the sheet around Oikawa's shoulders, leaning him in to kiss. He feels the warmth of Oikawa's body against his skin, Oikawa's hand cradling his face, and his long fingers tangling in Hajime's hair as their lips meet and part, slow and lazy, like the gentle waves of a calm sea.

But, before Tooru's free hand slides down his chest and he climbs on top for another round, Iwaizumi breaks the kiss, snorting in amusement at Tooru's plaintive moan.

"Let's go shower," he says, getting up from the floor.

“Oh,” Oikawa's eyes sparkled with excitement as he gazed up at him from below, “so the second round will be—”

“In your dreams, Shittykawa. Normal shower.”

“Boo, ¡qué aburrido, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa sticks his tongue out in an endearing pout, maintaining it even as he raises his arms towards his boyfriend, silently asking to be carried.

Hajime arches an eyebrow, but he can't wipe the smile off his face. He crouches down and, with relative ease, lifts a world-class volleyball player into his arms. Oikawa's muscular arms wrap around his neck, and he hums contentedly, snuggling against Hajime's chest. As he swings his legs, Oikawa finally begins to curse the USA team after their defeat last night. Iwaizumi listens, proud that the loss hasn't weighed too heavily on Oikawa's shoulders (after all, it's just the first game of his second Olympics, and Japan also lost to Germany too) and he laughs when Tooru theorises that the defeat must have been the fault of the embarrassing bright pink shirts with his worst photos printed under the phrase We Stan With Toto in Comic Sans that his parents, sister, Takeru, Mattsun, and Makki wore to cheer him on.

To Oikawa's chagrin, there is no second round in the bath. However, he fully relaxes as he sinks into the water, with Iwaizumi lathering his hair and massaging it just the way he likes—in circles, without pressing, and gently untangling it. Iwaizumi also takes the opportunity to comb Oikawa's hair into a porcupine-like point or flatten it into a crest, ignoring his childish protests.

Tooru helps him lather his untamed hair and rub his broad back. He also takes the opportunity to touch the fresh scratches on Hajime's back, laughing when Hajime screams and barely escaping his pinching.

After removing all traces of shampoo and gel, teasing each other some more, kissing and drying their hair thoroughly (especially Oikawa), they finally emerge from the shower almost drowsily, with towels wrapped around their waists.

However, to Iwaizumi's chagrin now, the bed is still broken. The centre is sagging, the cardboard frames are unhinged, some even split and others bent outwards under the pressure exerted. The legs at the ends are bent and twisted. The colourfull quilt is in disarray and the pillow is on the floor. The mattress, somehow the only intact thing, has fallen to one side, leaning against what little is left of the bed.

"No matter how much you frown, it won't fix itself" scoffs Tooru, already dressed in a clean shirt (Hajime's), dark boxers (Hajime's too) and his neon yellow Pikachu socks (not Hajime's).

“But I don’t want to go through this again,” he protests, running a hand over his face, feeling his ears turn red.

This would be the second fucking warning for the same issue, and they’ve only been in the Olympic Village for four fucking days.

“I told you to put the mattress on the floor.” Tooru hugs him from behind, grinning amused as Hajime turns to look at him, squinting.

“Did you? Because I remember you were too busy moaning my name to think about that.”

“If Iwa-chan is too embarrassed to ask for a new bed, then I’ll asking for it!” Oikawa, blushing, intentionally ignores his comment and trots over to his phone.

“Oh, no, no! Tooru, come here! Tooru!” Still with the towel around his waist, Hajime chases his slippery boyfriend around the room, and Tooru laughs loudly, phone in hand, trying to access the app as he continues to run away.

Fourth day of the Olympic Games, and counting.

...

FINALLY my small contribution to the olympic games but in a iwaoi way u know

thank u sm for all the likes and reblogs <3 u can find this and find me on my ao3 🍉

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sssammich · 1 year ago

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🖤 supercorp

because something something tender angst

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation

lmao well when you give me a gun, then it feels like you want me to choose violence.

i'll do you one better and let you know that this is a snippet from a fic i'm already writing. i was feverishly writing it and then i had to lay down so.

ask meme

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“and now?”

kara meets lena in the eyes when she says, “now, you’re happy. and i couldn’t ask for more than that.”

lena smiles and they continue to eat lunch. it had been this simple before. and she’d changed that. she doesn’t languish at the thought, her heart only ebbing with regret she won’t ever fully shake. but this is enough. this second chance is enough.

when they’re done, lena’s assistant reminds her that she has an upcoming two o’clock to get ready for.

“i’ll be in berlin for the next two weeks about a european launch,” lena explains.

“okay.” she waits to see, to listen.

“but maybe when i get back, we can do this again?”

the tentativeness, the bravery, it’s written all over lena’s face. kara can’t help but love her all the more for it.

“i would love that. just text me. i’ll be here.” kara means it. means that she will be there for lena in however way she needs, in the friend that she deserved before now.

because what they have now, it’s never going to ever be what it was before. and what could have been will always be a thing of the past, an exercise in pushing past regrets and what ifs.

lena stares at her for a long moment, studies her features even, and so kara gives the woman in front of her her best smile. in front of her is her friend, her friend she has missed for six, almost seven years. her friend who has let kara back in because her reservoir for love is big. and kara, she is so, so fortunate.

what they have now, for all that it’s worth, is more than anything kara could have ever imagined. and it’s enough. more than enough.

it’s kara who dares when she opens her arms, and it’s kara who smiles when lena walks into her arms, like before. she closes her eyes, because this is the first hug in six, almost seven years that she’s received from lena. and so she will take it because they are as good as she remembers.

when she draws back, she is slow to relinquish her hold. it seems that lena is moving the same. kara holds her breath when lena tilts her head and moves to the side of kara’s face, a soft press of her cool lips against the heat of kara’s cheek. just outside of her mouth.

the moment is there, and then it’s gone.

lena’s hands squeeze her shoulders before they slide down her arms, their hands naturally clasping onto one another. kara grips them in return, appreciates the feel of lena’s hand in hers.

“have a good trip, lena. feel free to send me pictures of germany whenever you feel like it.”

“i’ll consider it.”

she releases their hands. she lets lena go. and she smiles.

#replies #eqt-95 #ask meme #supercorp #i honestly do not know if people will read this fic when it's done but it's good i think so who knows #seej knows all about this one #samficlet

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bellewintersroe · 2 years ago

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Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngingeer! Reader. Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

Part 6 - Warning: this chapter contains smut, descriptions of female masturbation, reader thinking about Sebastian in a sexual way. The crew enjoy a pool day in Germany, celebrating Sebastian’s win. Here’s the LINK to the previous part.

My hands caressed against the soft of my breast, squeezing gently as my eyes fluttered closed, Sebastian thick on my mind. The way his hands would linger on my waist, my shoulders, my hands. His eyes would catch sight of my breasts sometimes and he’d look so entranced. I imagined the feeling of my ass pressed up against his crotch, only I’d push back more, feeling the hard of his cock swell in his pants. Slowly, yet somehow impatiently, my fingers would trace over the soft fabric of my panties, feeling the damp spot where my wetness had soaked through. It was early morning, and I’d awoken in my hotel room, my not so innocent dream fresh on my mind. Sebastian had been knelt in front of me, hands grazing over the smooth of my thighs and ass, as I faced back to him. The feeling of his desperation, our body’s colliding as he didn’t waste any time pushing his cock deep inside of me.

The dream had ended before I got any further. disappointing, but I was left as frustrated as ever. The thoughts had turned sexual over the weeks of knowing him, the veins in his hands when he’d wrap one around my wrist, the action of him pulling me into his front. My hands worked at removing my underwear, freeing myself completely as I tossed them to one side, running my hands over my wetness. I didn’t want to delay anything, my index finger pressed up against the sensitivity of my clit, shuddering at the sensation of instant pleasure. I hadn’t touched myself in so long.

A shaky breath escaped my lips as I began rubbing myself at a comfortable pace. My legs separated and bent at the knee as I spread them wide, trying my best to imagine Sebastian in between them. His lips would glisten with my wetness, his large hands trailing over my thighs before he dipped two fingers in my pussy.

My other fingers moved down, sliding one inside of me as a louder moan escaped my lips. The sound of the TV muffled them as my whole body tensed, going rigid from the sensation. “Sebastian… please.” I whispered, his name falling off my lips a little too easily. As my fingers worked faster I imagined him working harder between my legs, sliding his veiny cock in and out, sweat covering his face and chest as he huffed and puffed from the pleasure.

I whined, bucking my hips up at the thought of his dick fucking in and out of me, slamming inside of me. I felt empty without his cock, something I’d yet to experience. I wanted him- I needed him. The dirty images that filled my mind only caused me to whisper Seb’s name over and over. It was like a mantra, my pussy ached and dampened the more I thought about him, and as my movements became faster I felt myself becoming more slick.

It wasn’t long before the pleasure became overwhelming and I peaked, finishing with a muffled moan, panting harshly. My chest and tits were covered with a sheen of sweat as it rose and fell quickly. I shuddered as my pussy pulsated, coming down from my intense orgasm. God, I could’ve kept going again and again with the thought of Sebastian heavy on my mind. I had been starved of sex for so long that my body practically burned with desire for a man that wasn’t even mine. His admission from months ago lingered also on my mind. I felt ready, I felt like it was needed, I was just too nervous to approach and tell him I wanted him to give me what he offered me months ago. Did he still feel the same? I hoped so…

That early afternoon, I approached the private beach area where a lot of the Red Bull team were chilling. My friends were gathered, drinking cocktails, some in the sea, some bathing in the sun. A smile broke out on my face as I stumbled over in my bikini, holding a pina colada in one hand, and my towel in the other, beach bag slung over one shoulder. I never knew Germany had such beautiful beaches. “Hi!” I called out, waving towards the group as I was met with a chime of greetings and Wolf whistles. “Hello, you!” Loretta, one of the other engineers exclaimed. It was exciting to see more females here, seeing at the team was dominated with males, I loved being around the girls.

I let out a sigh of content as I claimed a spare sun bed, dropping my things on top of it and laying out my towel. “Somebody’s watching you…” Loretta muttered with a smirk as my brows knotted together in confusion.

Turning over I noticed Seb’s eyes glancing down to my ass slightly. I turned back to my friend, giggling like a pair of teenage girls before resting down on the comfortable sun lounger.

“Are you going back to Monaco before we go to Hungary?” She questioned as I sipped on my cocktail, pushing my sunglasses down over my eyes. That way I could steal glances at Sebastian without looking like a form of predator.

“Yeah, I think so… it’s always easier to work from there.” My eyes roamed over the V-lines that were exposed from Sebastian’s low, black trunks. “Not England?”

“No..” I slowly spoke. “I haven’t really been back there in a while, just to see my friends and mum.” “Not talked to the demon ex in a while?” She then asked as I turned back to her with a grimace. “No. He’s tried to contact me, but I just keep re-blocking him.” I shuddered. My life had done a complete 360 since ending my toxic relationship. It was like a magic, who would’ve thought? “Good. I hope he’s rotting in a miserable, foul hell hole.” She cursed as I giggled gently, “me too.” “You want another drink?” She then asked. “I’ve not finished this yet!”

“Drink quick, next rounds on me!” She pushed herself up, pulling on her oversized T-Shirt before scurrying off to the bar. When I turned back to the sea, I noticed a pretty, dark haired girl talking to Sebastian. She took a picture with him on her phone, and embraced him in a quick hug. Why did I feel a bout of jealousy, I had no idea. I cocked up my leg, blocking the view as I closed my eyes, if I acted like it wasn’t happening maybe I could block out the fire that raged in my chest. Stupid, I know, but the feelings made me feel entitled and silly, just like a little girl that had all her-

“Hallo.” A man’s voice greeted, wet droplets dripping all over me. I jumped, eyes fluttering open as it revealed Sebastian stood above me. Oh. How did he get over here so fast?

“Oh- hi! You’re all wet.” I giggled, sitting up straighter on the chair as I grabbed the last of my pina colada, sipping the last of the liquid as I tried not to trail my eyes down his body. Sebastian flickered some more water at my face as I jumped back, flinching at the droplets hitting me.

“Thanks for that.”

“Come in the water with me.” He asked like a child, reaching down for my free hand as I placed the now empty glass to one side. “Is it deep?” “It’s the sea of course it’s deep.” I let out a grumble of a complaint as he began pulling me by the hand towards the waters edge. “Can you swim?” He asked, our hands only separating when I stepped into a gentle wave. “It’s cold!” I squeaked, beginning to stride forwards into the sea.

“I know!” He laughed, hurrying in besides me. He was further out than I was, the water just about reaching my hips as I winced as the chilly waves rolled against my waist. “Come further!!” Sebastian waded towards me, taking my hands again. “It’s cold!” I repeated, gritting my teeth together and bouncing out of the water in order to resist the cold.

Seb was laughing at me, his eyes jumping down ever so slightly as I eventually sunk in the water that was now engulfing my chest. Maybe it was a little too deep, but he kept pulling me deeper and deeper out.

“I can’t stand!” I freaked, panting as he laughed, the water reaching up to his neck. “You wanna go deeper?!”

“No way!” I pulled back, swimming back to where I could stand. “You’ll drown be, Sebastian!” I called out, jumping over the wave that took me off my feet. Truthfully, I hated the deep ocean, if the water was murky or if I couldn’t reach the bottom it terrified me. So I’d stay in my comfort zone. “It’s nice, no?” He jumped over, splashing me slightly. “A bit!” I held my hands up, blocking the water going in my face. “What, you don’t like the water?” He splashed me once more as I laughed out loud, pushing a wave of water in his direction, soaking his hair. Sebastian gasped out, dunking himself under and wetting his hair, messing it up slightly once he resurfaced. When he did he had a devilish grin on his face, throwing himself forwards as I yelled out a playful protest but he dunked me under water. My hair was swept back and I felt him pull me back up.

“Sorry! Sorry!” He wasn’t sorry. I gasped, wiping the water from my eyes before splashing him once again. Sebastian dodged it and flung himself forwards, pushing us both under as I held my breath, grabbing his shoulders as I pushed myself back up. Now, I pushed his head back up when we resurfaced but he skilfully wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off my feet. “Sebastian, no, no!” I pleaded holding tightly onto his shoulders. He attempted to throw me in but I firmly wrapped my arms around his neck. “No, you can’t!” I giggled, his chest pressed against my own.

“Oh, can’t I?” He still had me lifted off my feet, arms hugged around my waist, hand flattening over my back. “No!” I couldn’t hold back the smile as he let me sink back down to my feet. “I’ll be nice.” His arms were still hugging around me and I could feel my breath hitching.

Sebastian moved closer, pressing his lips to my upper cheek bone as my heart fluttered mercilessly. My gaze softened as he smiled back to me. Hearing some commotion on the shore, I noticed Christian calling us over. “Perfect timing.” Seb’s eye winced slightly as I giggled, squeezing his arm before the two of us made our way back to the shoreline. I stole one more glance at him before having to focus on what Christian and Geri were rolling us about. I noticed the whole time Geri was smirking towards me, eyeing me and Sebastian up seeing as she’d just seen everything in the sea. I’d only met her a handful of times before, and although Christian wasn’t intimidating, she definitely made me feel a lot more at ease around my manager.

Crazy to think I was at a beach with a literal Spice Girl. That evening my mind raced, thinking about Sebastian. The warmth of his lips against my cheek bone, the way my stomach would fill with butterflies at each and every second I thought about him. It was almost difficult to do anything because I was smiling so much.

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vulturebloom-collective · 2 months ago

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The Queer Paradox

We've all heard about it; the queer community eating itself up from the inside. Gays don't support Bi's, the Trans don't supposed the Aces, and more.

We always thought that's not really happening or too exaggerated because we've never got into contact with that.

Well, today, we did.

Due to our partner's medication and the travel insurance limitations we had to travel to another city to a private clinic in order to get what we needed free of charge. Once we got out, we found this lovely, little Vintage shop at the corner, and decided to check it out, because fashion is our partner's special interest.

Upon entering we were greeted by an old man, who somewhat kindly reminded us that "only looking isn't paying his rent," and despite our aversion to it, we kept on looking.

While our partner got into inspecting the different pieces, we got roped into a chat with the old man. Quite early on he told us he's gay and that he'd never change anything about this, which we can appreciate. However, once he got to talk about us, it got weird and honestly offensive.

At first he simply asked if we - our partner and us - are a couple, which we confirmed, and then we revealed a bit more. That we're AFAB but both transitioning to masc or male, that we're planning to get married, and that we're both very queer. Despite him and us being on the same page, in the same community, he began talking about his opinions on queerness. Here are some examples:

"Gay and lesbian people are real, but bisexual is an insult to gays and lesbians. You don't dance on two weddings, that's unfair towards your partner and yourself."

"I don't understand trans people. In the morning you're Claudia, but in the evening you're Hans. I don't like that."

"Intersex? No, I don't get that. That's not real."

And as if that wasn't enough, the second we told him our preferred pronouns and those of our partner, but also confirmed we're unfortunately both AFAB, he only referred to either of us with female pronouns. He even told us, "But you're both so pretty as women! I mean, I have many female friends, and you just look so pretty as a woman!"

It was insulting. We tried to let it slide or simply not react to it, continuing to address our partner with the correct pronouns.

But as we talked more, he showed his true colours. He doesn't believe that the AfD (the far-right extremist political party of Germany, that unfortunately got a lot of votes during the last election) isn't far-right, because "you can't say all of them are Nazis." That Israel is right in performing genocides on Palestine because "the Hamaz are a really bad group and they killed women and children!" That Zelensky is just as bad as Putin and "if nobody hurts you, you should just adjust to who's in power."

We tried teaching him that all that he's saying is racist, homophobic and generally against basic human rights, but the only thing he acknowledged was that the queer community is on severe danger in Russia.

We eventually left as we made up an excuse about the bus, and later on told our partner about his stances (he doesn't speak German well enough to understand all of it), to which he agreed we're never going back to this place or this city in general, as the doctor already warned us it's very conservative.

I can't fathom how we didn't bite his head off for all the bullshit he was spewing...

-Deacon, Administrator

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okartichoke · 7 months ago

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Psst.... *slides this across table to you*

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61743991

[note from future me: HEY EVERYONE GO READ THIS FIC !!! :DDD]

I LITERALLY SQUEALLED WHEN I SAW THIS ASK YESTERDAY AND THEN HAVENT BEEN ALONE WITH FREE TIME UNTIL RIGHT NOW BUT OMG AM I EXCITED ! you're getting my live reactions now YIPPEE !!!

"In the laughing rivulets that filled his chest, it whispered maybe." I LOVE this sentence. This whole section is so vivid and MMMMMM

"He felt, and felt, and felt and there was barely even Phoenix anymore, just a haunted angry thing choking on feelings and moving on instinct." This quote isn't even half a page down from the last but there's genuinely already like a billion lines like this that are just spectacular; that with so few words move me so deeply

"She knelt beside the threadbare couch and took his hand, and begged him to get up. Said she’d be a better daughter... " OFIEJOIJWEFOEWA AND THAT'S NOT TO EVEN MENTION THE THE NEXT PARAGRAPH WITH TRUCY which actually made my eyes prick with tears

I really like the way you write Larry btw ! [edit from 30 minutes later me: i like how u write everyone actually x3,, fran and miles get special shoutouts too]

"—A voice in his dreams, it sounded like Mia" OFJEWOIAJFEOIFJDLFJOSJFELS

GUMSHOE IN A KNIT SCARF EEEEEKSKSSS SO CUTE

the little bit with everyone saying bye got me to chuckle xDD

OKAY CHAPTER 1 DONE!!!! CRYPTID.. CRYPTIID..... OMG... i knew this was going to be a good read but AHHH i loved it sm x333 you're dialogue is so fun. like the conversations feel real, and they go off on little tangents in really charming ways,, i really enjoyed the little moments like Maggey excitedly talking about being suspected a second time, or Phoenix holding the phone far from his ear during his call with Fran. (and that's just to name a couple examples) (ALSO FRAN CARING SO MUCH <333 I LOVE OMG) okokok onto chapter 2

wait oops i got sucked in and forgot to take live notes LOL,, anyways this comment is about the little reactions from Phoenix in regards to Miles' idiosyncracies,, specifically (in regards to MIles' grabbing his bicep) "That old habit. The Phoenix of a year ago would have ached at the sight. Current Phoenix just ached." and "Miles had gotten more expressive with his hands since his time away in Germany. Phoenix thought it suited him." I loved these inclusions so so so so much. it's like, despite everything, phoenix still cares so deeply. OH OH AND NOW PHOENIX LIGHTLY SCOLDING EDGEWORTH AGUHHH I LOVE !!! I LOVE !!

"'Yeah, you’re a pompous ruffly ass'" lmao

i guess i have a soft spot for phoenix and trucy's relationship bc woah here i am tearing up again at phoenix talking about her <333 you write him exactly how i imagine him <33

holy shit. the way you (or, Edgeworth, i guess) describes Wright's flavor of honesty? you've put his character into words so eloquently.. god i love him and i love you for writing him so good omg. and then the end of that short monologue hits like a truck aughghhhooooghhh

OH AND THEY'RE SO TENDER. HOW DARE THE CHAPTER END LIKE THAT BWAHAH FIOJOIAJDFJLSDKJFAOEIO AHH !!!

CRYPPTTIIDIDDDXDD AUUGHHHHHH !!!!! i need to stress again just how much i love your style of writing !!!!111! 1 the banter is so alive and the levity throughout (despite Phoenix's emotional state) makes the moments of tenderness and of the characters proving how deeply they care for each other hit so hard,, this was wonderful !!! thank you for sharing w the fandom and with me!! :DDD LOOKING FORWARD TO CHAPTER 3 FOAIWEJFLAKJD

#i hope i dont scare you off with this long reply LMAOOO #my favorite part of ace attorney is just the small nice interactions between the characters #and this fic was stock-full of that #you really GET their relationships so well #TY FOR SENDING THIS TO MY INBOX SO I WOULDNT MISS IT BTW I APPRECIATE THAT #if u see a bookmark from someone with a really stupid 2 words and 6 letters name.. that's me lol x33 #ask #okramblings #fic #fic rec #IM SORRY I HAVE MORE I WANNA SAY #THE LITTLE BIT BETWEEN PHOENIX AND TRUCY ?? WHERE SHE'S USING THESE BIG WORDS???#I LOVE THEMMMMM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH OMGOIEWAGEIOWAJFOIEAW #AND THE QUIET MOMENT BETWEEN MAYA AND PHOENIX???#FJOISADLAJLSJFOIDSUFOIDSAJFDLKSJFLEJFOIIEWAO #IM LOSINGMY MIND DUDE

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inevitably-johnlocked · 1 year ago

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Five Fics Friday: March 29/24

Happy Friday Everyone, and Happy Easter Long Weekend! Here are some great fics to get you through the weekend!! And please be sure to give the boosted fic some extra love! Enjoy!

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Pocketful of sunshine by good_vibes_mostly (G, 2,618 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Kissing, Developing Relationship, One Shot, POV Sherlock, Five and One, Hand Holding, Sherlock and Kids) – 5+1 times John used Sherlock's pockets.

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A Minor Exorcism by sgam76 (G, 2,319+ w., 1/? Ch. || Post-S4, Parentlock with Rosie, Implied / Referenced Child Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Homophobia, PTSD Sherlock) â€“ They're a real family, these days. Rosie's growing, and Sherlock and John are settling into the people they want to be, a little at a time. But an unexpected, violent incident uncovers some remaining unresolved issues that threaten their peace. Part 15 ofÂ Scheherezade 'vers Series

The Rescuing by BakerTumblings (M, 5,296+ w., 2/12 Ch. || WiP || Canon Compliant Until S3, Medical Realism, Military Background, Peril, Medical Trauma, Rescue Missions, Trauma Recovery, BAMF Mycroft, BAMF John, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Sherlock Whump) â€“ Captain Watson to the rescue! Series compliant until beginning of Season 3 - then all bets are off. Sherlock, off in Serbia, has been captured and severely injured. Mycroft recruits John to aid with freeing him and then overseeing his recovery. The story begins in London but will explode in Serbia, slide into a European hospital and then tiptoe through a safe-house before returning to Baker Street.

Nightjet by khorazir (M, 22,051 w., 2 Ch. || Post-TRF Hiatus, Grief/Mourning, Pining, Friends to Lovers, Past Drug Use, Night Train, Germany, Bed Sharing, First Kiss / Time, Angst, Reunion) â€“ Officially deceased for eighteen months and still looking for the last remainders of Moriartyâ€™s criminal empire, an exhausted Sherlock boards a night train in Germany to bring him to his next hunting ground. Due to a mishap with the sleeper cars, he is forced to share a compartment with a stranger â€“ who turns out to be not quite as strange as Sherlock thought. The universe isnâ€™t lazy, after all ...

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The Green Means I Love You by VeggieHarumaki (T, 3,576 w. 1 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Soul Mates AU || Colourblindness, Pining, Caring Mobius, First Kiss, Pining Mobius, POV Mobius, Forehead Touching, Angst with Happy Ending) – Green. It's the first color Mobius sees. His world fills with new colors, sensory levels overwhelmed as his gaze scatters across the courtroom. Browns, yellows, colors he'd only heard of before he finally sees with his own eyes. But the green. The cold, emerald green. L1130 stares back at Mobius, eyes full of suspicion, and Mobius can't help but let his breath hitch. Oh no. Mobius' heart sinks as fast as it had risen. This variant, L1130, Loki, is his soulmate. But Mobius had read Loki's files one too many times to forget. Mobius is not Loki's.

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act-nat-ural · 1 year ago

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Occupied

Prologue

(idk if posting on my phone makes the format look weird but if so please lmk. If you want to be added to the taglist lmk also!)

chapter 1

You stroll into the small diner as if you have been there hundreds of times, due to the fact because you have. It is your first and only choice of a lunch date location with your dear friend, Eliza. You would say it is because it’s because it has the best food and the desserts are to die for, but it’s really because of how affordable it is. Despite the food being subpar, the diner is still very cozy and the waitstaff is friendly whenever you dine there. The place isn’t very busy today, with only an elderly couple and a young lady studying in the right corner being the other people.

You hardly need to scan the room before you see her in the far left corner, sipping quietly on her latte. You grin at the sight of the back of her unruly blonde hair and as quietly as possible, creep over to her. As you get closer you notice she has her headphones on, blinding her to any noise approaching her.

Perfect.

A hand quickly grasps her shoulder and she curses loudly, accidentally spilling a bit of her drink onto the table.

“Shit! Why! Why did you do that?”

You giggle and slide into the booth across from her, grabbing napkins and cleaning as you go.

“You make it easy,” you respond nonchalantly.

“No, you’re just a fucking ninja.”

“I don’t need to be a ninja to sneak up on someone who is making themselves deaf.” You respond eyebrow raised. She rolls her eyes and shrugs off her headphones. “So, what did you want to tell me about?” you question.

“What, no greetings? Hi, how are you, my darling friend?”

“I think we are beyond that point if we’re being honest. Besides, we were on the phone on my drive over here.”

“What I wanted to talk to you about was-“

Moving on then, I see.

“-you do not have to pay rent during your trip next week.”

You pause, interest immediately piqued. This could go one of two ways. One, the most probable answer, she has come up with one of her outlandish plans that we both know hold no real meaning to them, just to entertain you. Or, there’s a small chance it could be option two. She actually has found a valid, soundproof way to save you hundreds on hotel fees.

“… I’m listening.”

“I knew you would be,” She quips with a cheeky smile. “So you know my totally loser brother? The one who lives in England?”

Ah, yes. Adam. Her weirdo brother who chose to make bombs as a career. Not the most friendly or stable man you’ve met, but hey family is family.

“Don’t tell me you want me to stay with him. I think I would rather get shot down in a plane than have to converse with him for longer than an hour.” You groan and rest your face into your hands.

“Nooo, I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemies. Yuck. As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, he’s going out of the country for a month or so, to Germany. Sooo…?”

“...So? I don’t see how this correlates.”

“Seriously?! You can stay at his place while he’s gone. Duh!”

“Hmmm… no.”

“Wha- no!? You can’t just say no! I already told him you would.“ Eliza starts raising her voice, accidentally attracting the attention of the student in the other corner. The lovely elderly couple either don’t notice or don’t seem to mind.

“Why in the WORLD would you do that? And lower your voice!”

“Because he wanted me to house-sit for him, and what’s the difference between me and you sitting in an empty cabin for a few weeks? Plus, not only is it not costing you money, you get PAID to stay there.”

Damn. She’s got you there. You sigh and rub your temples, feeling a migraine coming on.

“Okay, let me get this straight. I can just fly over there, live in your brother's cabin for up to a MONTH, for FREE, and get paid to do it. But he thinks it’s you staying there?”

“Yeah, but I mean a body’s a body,” she shrugs.

“Huh. I don’t know, Liz. This feels weird. “

“It’s not weird, I swear. I wouldn’t put you in a weird situation and we both know it. “

She does have a point, but you can’t shake the feeling that something unexpected is going to occur during your stay. Still, that could just be the nerves getting to you. This could be a really fun opportunity! You get to lay back and enjoy the nice open countryside, all by your lonesome.

“Okay, say it hypothetically agree. Where would I get a key to his place?” you question. “It seems suspicious to ask him to copy a key for me to use.”

“Just use mine. I had one made during my last stay, I’m pretty sure he knows about it. Like, 87 percent sure.”

You sigh. You can’t comprehend that she had a plan that made logical sense, let alone convinced you to go along with it.

“Okay. I’ll stay there.”

Yes! Let’s fucking go! We are going somewhere nice to dinner with the house-sitting money, by the way. “

You just smile and shake your head in return.

———

The day of your trip finally arrives and everything is going relatively smoothly. Although you about had 5 heart attacks every time you couldn’t feel your passport in your pocket, you landed in one piece. The flight was long and boring, but you had Chappell Roan and Podcasts downloaded to listen to. The drunk guy sitting next to you did end up spilling water on you, of course. Just your luck.

Nonetheless, your mood was sky-high. Months of planning and preparation have gone into this, and it better be everything you expected and more. Or else some tea is going in the damn harbor. You decided against using transport services mainly because of how remote Adam’s cabin was, it would be extremely tedious just to get a ride to go grocery shopping. Instead, you went with renting a vehicle. Sure, you initially entered the wrong side of the car and almost caused an accident or two, but hey! Nobody’s perfect.

You finally, FINALLY, pull into the small gravel driveway. There are hardly any neighbors around, the closest probably being a mile or two away, so you don’t feel self-conscious about your parking job. You inspect the cabin as you heave your luggage out of the car and onto the front porch.

It was a fairly large log cabin with a second story and a garden in the back. There were hardly any cobwebs on the porch, and the cabin looked well taken care of. The garden seemed to have a selection of different vegetables, but not any flowers. Figures, Adam was the kind to say taking care of flowers was a waste of time and energy. As you put Eliza’s spare key into the door knob, you felt a rush of excitement. You couldn’t wait to just do whatever you want for a few weeks. You turn the key and push the door open.

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stellar-constellations · 2 years ago

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An Alliance (Part 3)

Fem! Spy! (Y/N) x Yuri Briar

Parts: One, two, current part, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

(Y/N) is given her own backstory that is important for the story!

The setting for this story is based off West and East Germany's (because Spy x Family is heavily based off Germany in the 1940-1950) laws (or at least replicated to the best of my abilities since it's unknown what time period Spy x Family is exactly in, we'll go with 1950 for the sake of this story).

Historically-accurate women misogyny and mistreatment! Only small comments and historically-accurate laws (replicated to the best of my ability).

The story, plot, and settings might not match up to the Spy x Family manga as it's not completed and the manga is still being crafted.

This series contains spoilers for the manga and anime!

The man’s alarm went off, causing him to jump up immediately. He quickly turned his head to look at me, seeing my glare.

“Turn it off…” I mumbled, turning my back away from him.

“I’m surprised you decided to stay.” He spoke, genuine shock in his voice.

“I have my reasons to stay. Don’t think it’s because of you.” I huffed, then covered my head with the covers.

“Hey! Don’t go back to sleep! We have work!” he complained, grabbing the covers and lifting them off my head and to my chest.

“There’s no ‘we’ in work.” I whined, grabbing the covers as he held onto them.

I pulled the covers back to me, only to have them pulled back from him.

“There’s no ‘i’ in work either!” he retorted.

“There is in State Security Service. Go to your job.” I huffed.

“Our job!” he spoke, completely grabbing the covers off of me.

The cold hit and I shivered, glaring at him.

“When I walk out of that bathroom you better be dressed and ready to go.” He spoke, glaring back at me.

“I won’t promise.” I commented lazily.

He rolled his eyes, getting up from the bed and walking to the bathroom.

What a jerk, making me wake up at… I looked at the time and my eyes widened. 5 A.M?!

I sighed, getting up from the bed and lazily pulling the covers up to fix it. I carefully placed Flower on the bed in the middle to make sure she was safe before grabbing my suitcase and grabbing clothes, quickly changing.

I put on a black long-sleeved shirt and black tights, wearing dark gray shorts over them and sliding into my black shoes. I brushed my hair (if you have it) until it was tangle-free, then put on my glasses (if you have them) and did quick sprays of perfume.

I walked out of the bedroom and to the kitchen, looking around the cabinets. I noticed in one that there was coffee in it.

Coffee? Well, he does seem like the type of guy to make coffee in the morning. He seems like a successful person, and successful people drink coffee. I thought to myself, then grabbed the coffee grounds.

I should poison it, then escape. I know I signed that contract, but what are they gonna do? As far as I'm aware, they don't have a tracker on me.

I placed the coffee grounds in the coffee filter, making sure the machine had enough water as it started to brew in the pitcher.

“You’re a fast changer.” He spoke, causing me to jump.

He noticed, smiling, but he decided not to tease me about what.

“What? Were you planning on seeing me change?” I teased. “How bold of you, Sir.”

He flushed, an angry expression on his face.

“No!” he shouted.

"You don't need to be shy. I'm flattered that you love me so much!" I smirked, swaying side to side as he screamed.

"I DON'T LOVE YOU!" he screamed.

"Now, now. You have to calm down. We still have neighbors." I pointed out.

His face went red as smoke crawled out of his ears and nose, yet he hushed up as the coffee machine went off, signaling the coffee was done.

"You made coffee?" he questioned, looking at me.

"Yeah. You seem like someone who'd like coffee, I mean, you had it in your cabinets." I spoke.

"Oh... T-thanks..." he muttered.

"Don't thank me, I was planning on poisoning it, but then I realized that your boss took my poison." I admitted, nonchalantly grabbing the pitcher and pouring the coffee into two mugs.

"Oh, really? I'd drink it so I'd never have to see your face again." He smiled, taking the mug from my hands.

"How do you make your coffee?" I questioned.

"Six spoonfuls of sugar and 3/4 cup of milk. Why?" he questioned.

"D-dude!" I exclaimed. "Six spoonful?!"

"What? How much do you add?" he asked.

"...Four spoonfuls." I sighed.

"Yeah! That's 2/3 as much as mine! And how much milk?" he questioned.

"Like... an eye-full amount. I don't measure it..." I admitted.

"Let me see how you make it." He huffed, crossing his arms as he stepped to my side.

My face went red from embarrassment as I showed him how I make mine.

"That's literally just like my coffee! Just a tad less sugar and a tad more milk!" he shouted.

"Well make yours than we'll do a taste test!" I declared.

I watched as he made his and sighed.

His looks exactly like mine when it's finished!

"Okay, we both take a sip of ours, then each other's." He spoke.

I nodded as we both dragged the mugs to our lips and took a sip.

"Now each other's." I spoke.

We took sips and I huffed.

"It taste just about the same. Yours is just a tad sweeter." I frowned.

"And yours is just a tad less stronger." He admitted.

I sighed, but my disappointment quickly turned into excitement.

"Hey, sweetie~" I teased.

"How many times have I told you not to call me those names, brat?" he huffed, red in the face. "What do you want?"

"We just shared a kiss~" My face lit up from happiness at his reaction.

"NO! NO WE DIDN'T!" he screamed.

"There's no reason to be so shy, my love~ After all, we're...t-together." I stuttered, my teasing turning to embarrassment and disgust at just saying it.

"I WOULD NEVER KISS SOMEONE LIKE YOU!" he shouted.

I giggled, taking my coffee from his hands and switching it with his.

"You're so cute, honey~" I teased more as his face blew up.

"You're a brat, brat!" he huffed, covering his face with his arm.

I smiled as he swiftly turned around and walked to the door, quickly grabbing his jacket. He took an audible deep breath, then turned around.

"You gonna hurry up or are you gonna walk?" he grumbled.

"I'm coming." I answered, grabbing one of his coats and running over to him.

He rolled his eyes, turning his head away to hide his smile poorly.

"Are you growing soft on me?" I teased.

"Of course not! It's just going to be cold tonight, that's the only reason I'm allowing you to wear that jacket!" he shouted, trying to justify himself.

"Sure," I smirked, "Honey~"

He rolled his eyes. "I'm seriously going to punch you."

"Let's get going before we're late." I spoke, latching onto his arm.

"Hey! What are you doing?" he exclaimed.

"I'm acting like your..." I softly choked, building up the courage to say it as I muttered "y-your...w-wife..." I whispered, almost inaudible to hear.

Luckily, he heard me so I didn't have to repeat it.

"You said that when we're in public and at work, we'll act close, remember that?"

"And behind closed doors, we're nothing. Remember that?" he spat harshly.

I pouted, but nodded as me smiled brightly.

"Good, now let's go." He spoke.

He opened the door, having us both step out before he turned around and locked the door.

Yeah. We're nothing. I thought to myself, ignoring the powerful sting in my heart. Is this what rejection feels like? Damn, I feel sorry for everyone I've ever rejected.

I turned my head to the side so the man couldn't see my face as I silently sighed to regain my posture. What am I thinking? I don't even know this man's name, so why would I grow attached with this...jerk!

I would've started brewing up a better insult until someone spoke up behind us.

"Oh, Mr. Briar!"

The man turned around so fast, making me do a small ballet spin at his quick movements.

"Oh! Miss Nanami! What a surprise!" he spoke, his face bright.

He looked at me and spoke with his eyes: "say anything wrong and you're dead."

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend!" the elder woman gushed. "You two look just like me and my husband when we were younger."

"Ahaha... yeah. This is actually my wife, Mrs. Briar." He smiled, hiding his left arm as I did the same since our rings would be on our un-dominant hand's ring finger (we both appear to be right-handed).

"Oh! She's your wife? I'm sorry, I haven't seen you around here!" she smiled.

"Oh, don't worry about it! I don't really go out that much unless it's for groceries or work." I fake-smiled, my eye twitching slightly.

If this woman was a spy or extremely-observant, she'd notice that my twitch meant the smile was fake, but luckily, she's old and not wearing glasses.

"We'd love to stay and talk, but we have to go to work. Sorry, Miss Nanami." The man, Mr. Briar, apologized.

"Oh dear. I'm sorry for bothering you two. Have a good day." She smiled.

"You too, Miss." We both said in union.

When she turned around, we both immediately glared at each other.

"Mr. Briar, huh?" I smirked, finally learning something about his identity.

"Don't you dare start it." He hissed through his teeth.

"Mr. Briar. Mr. Briar." I tested the name on my tongue.

"What are you doing?" he deadpanned at me.

"I'm testing your name." I spoke. "Briar. Briar. Briar." I chanted, thinking. "It'd be nice if I knew your first name."

"It would be nice." He smiled. "Too bad you're not getting it."

"Hmph!" I huffed. "Be that way! I didn't care much anyways!" I lied, before resuming to my chanting. "Mr. Briar. Mr. Briar." I hummed, thinking. "Mrs. Briar!" I smiled, looking at Mr. Briar as he glared at me, red in the face.

"Shut it!" he demanded.

I giggled, following him as we walked to the elevator.

"Mrs. Briar. Mrs. Briar." I chanted. "(Y/N) Briar. I kinda dig it."

"Don't expect to keep the name for long..." he grumbled, pressing the first button.

I groaned, grabbing the elevator bar with one hand and tightening my grip on his.

"I should just click the buttons over and over again until the elevator malfunctions and we'll be stuck in it. It'll be payback for being a pain in my ass all the time." He smiled smugly.

"Oh? What are we going to do while we wait to be rescued?" I teased as his face lit up.

If he's seen enough movies, he must know what that means.

He huffed, covering his face with his free hand.

"Don't say stuff like that!" he exclaimed.

"I just asked what we're gonna do." I smiled, giving him smug smile back.

"Just shut up." He groaned.

I gasped, acting shocked as I pretended to know what crossed his mind. "Mr. Briar! I can't believe you would assume something so lewd!"

"I DIDN'T! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DID! AND STOP USING MY LAST NAME!" he screamed.

"Whatever. Come on now." I spoke, walking out as the elevator doors opened, tugging him along with me.

We walked out and to his car. I waited for him to open his own door before trying to open mine, but the bastard locked it.

“Come on! I even waited for you to get in first!” I huffed, a not-so-pleasant expression on my face.

“It’s still just as funny as the first time.” He chuckled, unlocking the door.

I opened it and got into the seat, letting out a relaxed sigh at the drive we’re going to have to do. It’s not a far drive, but it’s not exactly around the corner either.

“I can’t believe you get up at five in the morning to go to your job. The sun isn't even up.” I groaned, looking out the window.

“Do you not get up to do your job?” he questions.

“I do, but I got up early on special occasions. Most of my spy missions required me either tailing someone or helping behind the scenes; I was never one who liked to jump into the gunfights and stuff. That’s not my speciality.” I sighed.

Reminds me too much of what I had to go through back in the army...

Briar hummed, thinking.

“Do you perhaps know of Twilight? The Westalis spy?” he questioned.

“Of course I do. Every spy is aware of him, even the newbies.” I answered.

“Do you know his face?!” he shouted, leaning over the car seat to mine, excited with a smile on his face.

“No!” I answered back quickly, moving my body away to give us some space in between as my face heated up. “He’s the top spy. I’ve never seen his face since he’s a master at disguise. I helped him once or twice for a mission, but that was to find some missing links and codes. Me and him don’t really like being around each other.”

“You sure you’re telling me everything?” he questioned.

“Yeah. Sorry, man, but not even Twilight allows other spies to see his face. He’s cautious about it since all the spies are getting captured and ratting each other out. So, he’s smart.” I admitted, distaste in my voice at his success.

Of course that bastard is away doing whatever while I’m here stuck with some dude who absolutely despises of me and trying to use me for information. He did what I didn't do and that's how I got caught... part of it at least.

“Damn it.” Briar sighed. “He’s our top suspect. The SSS has been trying to get for years.” He groaned.

“Eventually, he’ll make a slip up. All spies do, they’re human too, you know?” I pointed out.

“They may be human, but they have no hearts.” The man growled, his grip on the steering wheel tightening stark white.

I wanted to say something back, but I didn’t want to make him mad this early in the morning.

What a lapdog. I thought to myself. He shouldn’t be saying stuff like that without understanding how the enemy and their civilians live their own lives. . . We got out of the car, Briar locking it as I quickly ran to his side and grabbed his hand, holding it as he smiled for anybody nearby.

“If anybody asks about us, I’ll do the talking.” He spoke through his teeth.

He could be a ventriloquist. I thought to myself, noticing how his smile didn't shift at all when he spoke.

“Okay.” I mumbled back, showing I understood.

We walked hand-in-hand to the normal looking building. He opened the door for me as I waited by the side before grabbing his hand once more and walking into the office. We walked through a door, entering a room with many computers and people with headphones, listening to whatever.

Probably bugged rooms.

“Let’s go to the Director and get things settled.” Briar whispered into my ear.

I nodded, walking past the computers.

We made our way to a different hallway, turning and going down yet another one.

“Second-lieutenant.” Someone spoke.

What’s with people ambushing us? I thought.

We turned around and Briar smiled.

“Hello, lieutenant!” he spoke, letting go of my hand and saluted.

I panicked and quickly followed with the salute.

Lieutenant! He’s above Briar’s authority. There’s a chance he might not know above our little situation here—are those stitches on his face? And why does he look so damn dead?!

“Is there anything you needed, sir?” he questioned, stopping his salute which led me to stopping mine.

“Who is the girl?” he questioned.

“This is my wife, (Y/N) Briar.” He spoke. “She just recently joined the squad yet hasn’t received a uniform yet. I’m taking her to the Director to get last-minute plans all sorted out.”

“Hm. Very well then.” He spoke. “You’re dismissed.”

We walked away from the Lieutenant, making it to the Director’s door.

“Ugh. I can’t believe I called you that.” He gagged, sticking out his tongue.

“I don’t know, you said it pretty smoothly. It sounded to me like you were accepting it.” I smiled, poking his shoulder.

He glared and slapped my hand away, causing me to giggle while internally pouting at his hostility.

That hurt too. He’s strong, but it makes sense since he’s apart of the Secret Police.

We walked into the Director’s office as he was on the phone speaking to someone. We walked into the office, waiting patiently with our hands behind our backs as we waited. Occasionally Briar would look over at me, only for me to stick my tongue out at him playfully as he shoots me a not-so-playfully glare.

“Yes. Uh-huh. Alright. Understood. We’ll send some of our officers over. Alright. Have a good day, sir.” He hung up the phone and looked up.

“You may sit.” The Director spoke.

I looked over at Briar and spoke. “You can sit. I don’t feel like it.”

He silently walked over and sat down on the chair across from the Director. I strolled over and leaned up on Briar’s chair, placing my arms on his head as he growled.

“Stop it.” He spat.

“No.” I responded, gently playing with a piece of his hair sticking out from his hat.

The Director smiled. “What brings you two here? Already looking for a divorce?”

“That would be great.” Briar smiled, causing me to glare at him.

“I’m not that bad.” I spoke.

“She couldn’t even get out of bed this morning.” Briar pointed.

“Not my fault we went to bed so late.” I rolled my eyes.

The Director coughed. “Oh. Well I see the relationship is going swimmingly.”

“Ah! N-no! Not like that Director!” Briar gasped.

“I don’t mind the misconception.” I smiled, laughing at Briar’s reaction as he told me to “shut up.”

“No, you see, Sir. We were wondering about the arrangement. What is she exactly going to do?” Briar questioned.

“I thought you had that part settled out?” I questioned.

“I lied.” He smiled, looking up at me.

I looked at him, irritated as I flicked his forehead. He muttered a small “stop it, brat."

“She’s going to be accompanying you in all your missions. So whatever you want her to do, she’ll be forced to do it unless I otherwise say so.” The Director spoke.

"Hear that? You have to do whatever I say." Briar smiled evilly, crossing his arms.

"Oh nooo. Please be gentle." I spoke, causing Briar to scream loudly and the Director to burst into tears laughing.

After Briar eventually decided to shut up and the Director stopped laughing, the Director spoke up.

"Is that all you two need of me?" he questioned.

"Why did you choose me to be babysitting her?" Briar questioned.

"Babysitting? As if! I'm the one watching over him!" I spoke.

"I feed you and you live under my roof." Briar pointed out.

"I..." I paused. "I...uh..." I tried wracking my brain as Briar smiled at me smugly. "I made you coffee!" I declared, crossing my arms. "Psh. Can you believe this guy?" I spat out, pointing a finger at him.

"I know?" the Director sighed, playfully glaring at Briar as Briar looked at him with a look of betrayal. "But as for your question, second-lieutenant, I chose you simply because you're young and single." the Director smiled.

"You haven't been using that playboy face for anything? I'm shocked." I giggled as Briar looked awestruck.

"...T-that's it? No, like, motivation speech about me or something?" Briar responded, his face pale.

"Nope. You were just lonely." The Director spoke as I bursted out laughing.

Briar's face went even more pale as his mouth opened and closed like a fish.

"I like you, Mister-Director-Funny-Man!" I laughed, pointing at him as he gave me a thumbs-up.

"I can't believe my boss and my enemy are getting along..." Briar mumbled, putting his hands on his face and letting out a loud groan. "AND I'M NOT LONELY! I HAVE MY SISTER!" he screamed, then realized he screamed at his boss. "Er... Sorry, Director, sir!" he stood up and saluted, then sat back down in his chair.

"Ahaha! Sister-complex! Sister-complex!" I laughed, pointing at him.

He flicked me hard on the forehead, causing me to yelp and touch the spot as it effectively shut me up.

"Is that all?" The Director questioned.

"Briar told me I was gonna get a uniform or something; is that true?" I questioned.

"Ah! Yes! Your uniform." The Director spoke, opening a cabinet drawer and picking up a see-through plastic bag. "I knew you were going to stop by soon so I got it custom-made and tailored." The Director smiled, showing me the bag proudly before handing it over to Briar who gave it to me. "Go try it on! Second-lieutenant lead her to the changing room! Then let me see! I worked hard on the design." he cheered.

Briar sighed, nodding as he stood up.

"Come on, brat." He demanded.

I ignored the insult and followed behind him as we walked out of the hallway and went down hallway after hallway.

"Come to think of it. You're going to be the first woman in the force." Briar spoke up.

"I am? Do you have changing rooms or bathrooms?" I questioned.

"You're in luck. We have individual bathrooms." Briar smiled.

"Good. Like I'd let you see me naked." I smirked.

"Like I'd ever even want to see you naked!" he scoffed, his face turning red.

"Says the virgin." I smiled.

"I—! Why you!" he stuttered, his face going an even darker red as he tried to think. "Doesn't matter! You have four minutes to change before I cave the door open to catch you setting up bugs somewhere." Briar ordered.

"Ew. Who would do that in a bathroom?" I questioned, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.

I made sure it was locked before quickly grabbing the plastic bag and opening it. I didn't know how long it'd take me to put on the uniform, but I was guessing that it would be slightly-difficult.

I took off my clothes and replaced it with black tights, a white button-up shirt, a dirty-green jacket to go over it, a dirty-green skirt, black boots, and a black tie.

Wasn't as hard as I'd thought it'd be. But a skirt, really?

I huffed, grabbing my old clothes and putting it in the bag.

"Oi! Honey!" I declared, slamming open the door.

"You're supposed to button the jacket and wear the tie correctly!" he complained, eyeing me.

"Why can't I wear pants?" I questioned.

"I'm not the one that made it." He deadpanned.

"Well, I know that! But I don't wanna wear a skirt!" I complained.

"Calm down, sheesh! You're going to get me in trouble!" Briar shushed.

"Your boss is gonna be in trouble when my foot is up his ass!" I replied.

"Let's just go to the Director and sort this out. He wanted to see it anyways" Briar sighed.

I huffed and sped-walked down the hallways, running to that Director's door with confidence and kicking it open.

"You have five seconds to call that tailor and demand pants!" I demanded.

"Let me explain this, see—"

"One."

"This is simply for the sake of SSS—"

"Two."

"Just hear me out!"

"Five, you've been heard." I huffed.

"Could you not run down the hallway like that, brat?" Briar spoke, appearing behind me and grabbing my waist to prevent me from attacking the Director.

"You said five seconds!" the Director exclaimed, wiping sweat off his brow.

"I'm impatient." I grumbled, crossing my arms as Briar lead me to the chair, sitting down and forcing me to stay between his legs as both his legs and arms wrapped around me, preventing me from jumping the Director.

"Nice save. Now as I was saying." The Director sighed. "You're the only girl on the force. This can help with advertisement since members of the SSS have been disappearing, most likely getting scrapped by Westalis spies too. This can also help getting easy information out of people being interrogated. It's statistically shown that people are more likely to be comfortable around women because of their motherly nature, and when people are comfortable, they let things slip. They'd be more honest and we would have less... accidents." The Director chuckled.

"Do I look like a mother to you?" I grumbled.

"We can change your attitude to be motherly and nurturing." He smiled. "But this could really help with the war. You do want it to end, don't you?" he questioned.

"Of course I do. I've seen some things. Do you see how people are in the streets? Everyone avoids the newspapers. Everyone runs when they see someone in an authority position or wearing an officer uniform. Kids run whenever they see someone with a briefcase. Everyone is living in fear, and that's no way to live." I stated firmly, then started to play with Briar's hair (much to his annoyance).

“It’s a small sacrifice for peace. Besides, I think it’ll suit you. He agrees, don’t you?” The Director spoke.

I turned my head to look at Briar, daring him to lie to me while having the audacity to make eye contact with me.

“It doesn’t suit you. In fact, you look stupid.” Briar responded immediately, causing the Director to sigh and me to hit his arm.

“Jerk!” I huffed, squirming to get out of his hold but to no avail.

"At least it's not pink. I was thinking of it, but I thought that'd ruin your camouflage." The Director admitted.

“We have no more questions.” Briar spoke.

“Good. In that case, you have your first SSS mission, (Y/N). Second-lieutenant, you’ll show her the ropes of how we do things here. And again, Mrs. Briar..." the Director smiled, specifically looking to see Briar's face.

Briar cringed, letting out a disgusted groan as I giggled.

"Your husband is in charge." Now I cringed with Briar as he let out an even louder groan of disgust at the word 'husband' before springing up once he heard that he was the one in charge.

"Here's your mission. You'll be attending Lieutenant down to city hall to capture Jim Hayward. He's a potential suspect of espionage." Me and Briar both looked at each other at the same time.

I mentally smiled as he looked at me, shocked in his eyes. "Now hurry on and go join Lieutenant. They're getting ready to leave soon."

"Yes, sir." Briar saluted.

"Yeah, what he said." I smiled, causing Briar to give me a tired-glare.

"Have fun, you two. Consider this my wedding gift." He smiled.

Both me and Briar groaned, leaving the room together.

"Let's hurry on. The Lieutenant is an impatient man when he's on the clock." Briar spoke, speed-walking down the hallway as I quickly followed in pursuit. "I can't believe you knew it." He sighed, walking into an office a little similar to the Director's, but smaller.

He grabbed a yellow envelope on the desk and shoved it in his pocket. I curiously eyed it but decided not to pry into it.

"You actually doubted me? I'm offended!" I shcoffed.

"You're a spy—I can't just anything that comes out of your mouth." He spat.

"You're so mean to me. I thought we were getting along since we shared a bed." I sighed.

"D-don't say it like that!" he shouted as I laughed. "Let's hurry up and get this over with." Briar grumbled.

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ruby-red-inky-blue · 15 days ago

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sometimes I just want to apologise for all those high-and-mighty Germans in the comment sections of the US late-night shows, acting like they wrote the book on facism and how to defeat it

"do something about it while you can Americans" first of all, this is doubly bullshit, because it implies that a) the US is still in the most opportune time to stop their government's slide into fascism, and b) that there is a an absolute point of no return where it will be "too late". Well, I'm pretty sure the opportune moment to act against MAGA and company was before they were voted into office, since they're now free to dismantle all the checks and balances and stack the cards in their favour. And I'm also pretty sure it is defeatist nonsense to act like there will be a point where it will be too late. There's no denying that with every inch you give movements like that, they will cause more suffering, do more damage and be harder to defeat, but it's counterproductive to imply that there is ever a complete point of no return - a point after which it wouldn't be worth it to stop them anymore.

second of all, idk, maybe all that time spent giving condescending, vague, trite and often factually incorrect "warnings" in youtube comment sections of "Last Week Tonight" might be better spent addressing the rise of the extreme right in our own country. or idk, educating yourself on the history of the oh-so-effective denazification, particularly in West Germany, before you go lecturing other countries about this like you're an expert just because you were fucking born here (I swear to god if I see ONE MORE comment starting with "I'm German" like that was a qualification I will flip an actual table, you're so embarrassing)

yes, a lot of what is happening in the US currently looks shockingly similar to Nazi Germany! but I just hate the way some Germans appear to feel privileged to oh-so-kindly point that out everywhere, and often imply a lot of blatantly incorrect things in the process. you are also not immune to propaganda, idiots! the idea that we "successfully" rid ourself of the nazis post-war implies so many things that are absolute BRD government propaganda (like the idea that you only had to remove a few people at the top and then all would be well because most of the populace didn't really believe in fascism, or didn't know what was happening; or the idea that our government was strict on removing even those people from public life; or the idea that going through this in our history somehow makes every German the ultimate expert on fascism by birthright, as if knowledge were a genetic trait or no other country on earth had ever been taken over by fascism).

i'm not saying these people are seeing parallels where there are none, they're clearly there. but honestly, nobody needs to clap for them wasting their time with this, especially in a tone where they clearly believe themselves to be the first one to point this out to the people already getting their news from John Oliver. Maybe try and look to our own bullshit immigration revamp instead, you're making the rest of us look bad.

#rant #politics #germany #idk why i'm doing this here where none of these clowns can see it but. idk sometimes i genuinely want to apologise for these people

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kanasmusings · 2 years ago

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[English Subs DL] Joker Game II

Hello~! This is an unexpected project from me, I’m sure, but it was a really great stage to have worked on! Thank you to @thiswasmadeonawhim for requesting me to do them! I had a blast reliving the anime and catching up with the novel, even if they did make me go through a rollercoaster of emotions in the process ^^;

The first stage’s subs were wonderfully done by @/great-blaster and their team in this post HERE. Please check them out if you want to get into the world of Joker Game stage~! (Not sure if the actual video is provided or if it’s just softsubs though ^^;) It’s not completely necessary to watch the first one to get the gist of the second one, but it would be better ifjust to get a feel for the characters, setting, and overall vibe that Joker Game offers ^^

Translations for the “Valkyrie” light novel some of the stage was based on can be found HERE as well! The novel really helped me a lot when I got lost, so a big thank you to the translator who did them, too~!

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leclercsredhelmet · 28 days ago

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Chapter Two: Character and a lot of knives

While Sam and Bucky are in Baltimore meeting with someone, Idalia is back at the compound. Yelena had come back from Asia, so they decided to catch up after training. “You know Lena, that Air Force intelligence guy was kind of cute,” Idalia says, referring to Joaquín. She smiles, “Well, did you get his number?” she asks, leaning forward. “No, I was too preoccupied with jumping off the plane and fighting super soldiers on top of a moving truck,” she replies. Her sister chuckles, “Of course you were jumping off planes, Dalia,” she says. “Are you going to see him again, though?” Yelena asks. “I don’t know Lena. Maybe if Sam and Buck drag me along for super-soldier business, I might,” she says.

Leaving all the mission talk aside, they spend the entire day watching movies, and the days that follow are a small break from missions filled with training and rest in between. Yelena and Idalia are sitting on the couch, eating pizza and watching a TV show they randomly stumbled across. “Hey Dalia, I thought about what you said a few days ago,” Yelena says. “What’s up?” she replies. “I think it’s time we look for a place, this compound does feel a little un-homey,” she says with a smile, and Idalia chuckles. Throwing an arm around her sister, she grins. “We can do it once we’re both free from work,” she says, and Yelena leans her head on her sister’s shoulder.

It’s a little past midnight when Idalia’s phone rings with a call from an unknown number. “Hello?” she asks groggily. “Idalia, it’s Joaquín Torres,” he says, and she fights the urge to smile. “Torres, what could you need from me at two am?” she asks while glancing at the clock on the nightstand. “My bad, I forgot you’re not on Germany time, anyway, Sam said to call you about the Flag Smashers, and I’ve hit a wall, so I need your skill set,” he says.

“Skillset as in hacking and not fighting; got it,” she says with a grin, and he laughs. “Exactly, I’m gonna send you some stuff and see if we can work this out,” he says. Idalia stands up to grab her laptop and connects her earbuds to the phone so she can talk with Joaquin while she works with the computer. Two hours later, she and Joaquin had managed to piece everything together and had all the information ready for Sam. After that, they have somehow stayed on the phone to talk, “You’re such a nerd,” she says with a slight chuckle, and he laughs. “Look who's talking, you were the one who brought Star Wars up!” He interjects, “Only because I’m someone of taste,” she replies. “Says the hacker,” he replies, “Ah! You too, Mr. Intelligence officer,” she tuts, and he laughs. “Oh shit! Isn’t it like five am?” He asks her. “Yeah, I can see the sunrise already,” she replies. ”Jesus, please go to bed, I feel bad for keeping you up,” he says. “It’s okay, I was up anyway, and I don’t sleep much some days,” she softly says.

On the other end, Joaquín clutches his phone, and his heart breaks a little when he hears Idalia say she doesn’t sleep much anyway. “Good morning, Idalia, get some sleep,” he says. “Good night, Joaquin, get some sleep,” she mimics, and he smiles before hanging up. Closing his eyes, he conjures up her face, her green eyes come to mind, and the last thought he has before going to sleep is of her.

Still rubbing sleep out of her eyes, Idalia looks out to find her sister in the kitchen., “Good morning,” she says, her voice still thick with sleep and with her accent. “Good morning, did you sleep at all?” Yelena asks, “And don’t deny it, because I heard you murmuring most of the night,” she adds. Idalia sits down on the stool, and Yelena slides her a hot mug of coffee. “Slept a bit after five am,” she replies with a smile. “Ah, so pretty boy called,” her sister replies. “How do you know he’s a pretty boy?” Idalia fires back. “You only like pretty boys,” Yelena matter-of-factly states, lifting her hands in mock surrender. “Are you sure you didn’t pull his file?” Idalia asks. “Yes, I am sure, and why aren’t you denying that he’s pretty?” She notes. “Because those moves don’t work with you, Lena,” she says, and her sister laughs.

After telling Yelena about her conversation with Joaquin, her sister looks at her, “Dalia, you like this guy?” “Well, he’s nice and not bad to look at, doen’t mean I’m attracted to him though”. Yelena looks at her and raises a brow, “I’m doubtful about that last phrase, but okay.” “Per l’amor de dio! You’re just like Buck with this entire trying to get to like a guy, he made a dig at how one day of ass- kicking might lead me to meet someone” Idalia says using air quotes and imitating Bucky. “Who knows, maybe the old man is right,” Yelena says. ”It’s nice to not spar with a robot,” Idalia says, tossing Yelena a water bottle. She chuckles, “And it’s nice to spar without having to worry about what psychological torture comes after,” Yelena replies. Both of their hearts clench, “Well thank fuck we blew that hell hole to pieces,” Idalia says and Yelena nods. Letting that mention of the Red Room evaporate, the sisters went for a few extra rounds of training and even did a harmless fight. “Perfect execution as always,” Idalia says, and Yelena chuckles. Playfully, they take a bow in front of their imaginary audience and head out of the training room.

Idalia’s phone rings and she takes it out of her pocket, looking at the contact name, she hits the answer button. “Hi, Torres, did you get any more leads?” “Not much, I know where the Flagmashers are,” he replies. “Where?” she asks. “Latvia, they just stole some supplies from the GRC depot and bombed it,” he replies. “Shit, did you tell Sam?” She asks. “Bucky did. He told me to call you,” he says. “Okay, I’ll be on my way, thanks, Torres,” she says. Quickly showering and packing a bag, Idalia finds Yelena. “Lena, I gotta go to Latvia, the guys need me,” she tells her sister. Yelena nods and hugs her, “Stay safe,” she says. “Always do,” she replies with a smile.

After getting in contact with Sam and Bucky, they sent her the address of the apartment they’re staying at. Arriving at the door, she knocks once and hears a lock click, followed by the door opening. “Buck, long time no see,” she says, stepping in, and he smiles. Idalia walks further in and stops in her tracks when she sees Zemo. “Uh, what is he doing here?” she asks, pointing a finger at Zemo. “Ah, if it isn’t Natasha Romanoff’s sister,” Zemo says, and she ignores him.

“He’s helping us,” Sam says. Idalia looks at the three men, “Zemo and the word help in the same sentence, shit must really be dire if he’s here and not locked up in a German prison,” she says. Sam chuckles at her remark. “It’s not temporary, the Wakandans are getting him off our hands soon,” Bucky says, and she nods. “Thank the higher power, if his help is a permanent thing then the world will get out of whack, again,” she adds emphasizing the last word and Sam snorts while Bucky cracks a smile. Zemo looks at the girl, “You have character,” he notes. “And a lot of knives” she replies while walking across the room.

Dropping her bag on one of the couches, she takes a seat and narrows her eyes at Zemo, “I have the will to complete this mission, do the three of you?” Zemo asks. “She’s just a kid,” Sam says. Bucky and Idalia look at each other. “You’re seeing something in her that isn’t there. You’re clouded by it, she’s a supremacist,” Zemo says. Idalia’s phone rings, and she looks at the screen. Bucky peers over and nudges her when he notices who the text is from. Keeping a straight face, she sends a quick reply to Joaquín and turns all her focus on the conversation going on between Zemo and Sam. “The very concept of a super soldier will always trouble people. It’s that warped aspiration that led to the Nazis, to Ultron, to the Avengers,” Zemo adds and he looks at the three former Avengers standing in the room. “You’re talking about our friends,” Sam says. “The Avengers not the Nazis,” Bucky says, “Definitely not the Nazis,” Idalia adds.

“So Karli is radicalized, but there has to be a peaceful way to stop her,” Sam says. “We could try, but at some point we might have to be a little violent, Sam,” Idalia says. “She has a point, Sam,” Bucky says. “The desire to become a superhuman cannot be separated from supremacist ideals. Anyone on that serum is inherently on that path. She will not stop, she will escalate until you kill her, or she kills you,” Zemo says. “Maybe you’re wrong, Zemo, the serum never corrupted Steve,” Bucky says.

“Touchè. But there has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?” Zemo replies. Idalia begins to talk, “I don’t think her ideals have anything to do with the serum per se. Karli is radicalized because she’s suffered the effects of what excessive greed and selfishness from people in power have caused.” “Sure, she’s coming at civilians, which is wrong, but in her view, this is the only way that’s going to get these people in power to at least pretend to care a little,” she adds. Zemo looks at them and steps into the kitchen. “Well, maybe we should give him to the Wakandans right now,” Bucky says, and Idalia snickers, “It would be for the greater good,” Idalia quips, Zemo attempts to glare at her, but she remains unfazed, “And you’ll give up your tour guide?” Zemo asks while opening a cupboard. “Yes,” Bucky quickly replies.

“From my understanding, Donya is like a pillar of the community, right?” Sam asks, “So when I was a kid, my TT passed away,” he adds. Bucky lifts his head from the couch, “Your TT?” he asks. “My TT, yeah,” Sam replies. “Who is your TT?” Bucky asks him, and Idalia snickers. Sam shakes his head. “Fine, when I was a kid, my aunt passed away.” “And the entire neighborhood got together for a ceremony. It was like a week long” he adds. “Maybe they might do the same for Donya, and she might be there,” Idalia chimes in, and Sam nods, “Exactly,” he replies.”Worth a shot,” Bucky says while Zemo pours some packets of Turkish Delight on the counter and throws one to Sam.

Arriving at the building where the Flagsmahsers were last seen, Idalia is on alert, scanning the surroundings. Sam announces he’s going to take a look upstairs, and Idalia decides to join him.

Putting a hand inside her pocket, she finds one of the many hidden throwing knives and moves it towards the sleeve of her shirt. An announcement is made on the PA, Idalia faintly recognizes a few words in Latvian but doesn’t know the meaning. Sam spots a kid and they walk towards him, “Hey kid,” Sam says, and the kid runs inside a room. There are two women, and they start to stand and leave. “Excuse me, have you heard of a woman named Donya Madani?” Sam asks. “Sorry, no,” she replies sharply and leaves. Her behavior is a little odd, and Idalia discreetly examines her body language. She definitely knows her, Idalia thinks.

Her attention falls on a plastic box with sewing materials, and Sam notices the same thing as her, the red handprint. Another person leaves the room when Sam asks about the woman, and Idalia looks at him, “No one will talk, they all avoid us instantly,” she says in a low voice, and Sam nods. “They have a sense of loyalty, she’s definitely supplying them with everything,” the young woman adds. Sam and Idalia walk into a room where a man seems to be tutoring some kids, “Excuse me, do you know a woman by the name of Donya Madani. She was a refugee here?” Sam asks.

The man stands up, “We’re not refugees, for we have nothing to seek refuge from. We’re internationally displaced persons, for what it’s worth, and we don’t trust outsiders,” he says, turning his attention back to the kids in the room. The kids leave the room, and Idalia and Sam walk closer to him. “We understand,” she says. “We’re not from here, but we have a pretty good track record of helping out,” Sam says. “I know what happens when people say they’re going to help out, Nothing,” the man replies. Idalia understands where he’s coming from: “The Global Repatriation Council promised to send more teachers, more supplies. That was six months ago,” he says. “What’s your name? Maybe I can make a call,” Sam offers. “I know who you are, but I can’t trust you,” he says, “Neither of you,” he adds while looking at Idalia before walking away with the other two kids who are still in the room.

Idalia and Sam join Bucky at the courtyard, the three of them stand back and observe how Zemo is sitting down with the kids. One of the girls has a Turkish Delight in her hands and is whispering to Zemo, presumably telling him some information that could help him. “It feels like a dead end,” Sam says. “The hell is he doing?” Bucky adds. “Sympathizing with kids, it’s why he brought the candy. Can’t believe I’m saying this, but he’s being useful,” Idalia says in a low tone. The men look at her, “The candy is a way to get them close, these kids probably miss eating sweets, and if he seems nice enough, they’ll tell him things,” she adds. “How do you know that?” Sam asks. “Red Room training, when we were younger, they taught us those methods, of course, it was meant to get information out of people, or purposely feed them the wrong one,” she says, and stiffens a little. Zemo gives them the candy and walks away towards the three of them. “Cute kids,” he says while walking away.

“Well, I got nothing. No one’s talking about Donya,” Bucky says while walking into the apartment. “Yeah, it’s because Karli is the only one fighting for them,” Sam says while joining Bucky on the couch. “And she’s not wrong,” Sam adds. “For five years, people have been welcomed into countries that have kept them out using barbed wire,” Idalia chimes in while sitting on the far end of the couch. She crosses her legs and looks at the two men. “There were houses and jobs.” “Folks were happy to have people around to help them rebuild,” Sam adds. “It wasn’t just one community coming together, it was the world,” Sam says. “And then it’s back to how it used to be, there wasn’t that sense of community, and to them, at least she’s out there doing something,” Idalia says.

“You really think her ends justify her means? Then, she’s no different than him or anybody else we’ve fought,” Bucky says while pointing to Zemo. “She’s different, she’s not motivated by the same things,” Sam says. Zemo carries a tray with tea cups. “That little girl, what did she tell you?” Bucky asks him. “And don’t say she didn’t, because I’m extremely familiar with your tactic back there,” Idalia says. Zemo looks at them and sets the tray down. “The funeral is this afternoon.” “You know the Dora’s coming for you any minute. In fact, they’re probably lurking outside right now,” Bucky calmly tells him. “Keep talking,” he adds.

“Leaving you to turn on me once we get to Karli. Hmm, I prefer to keep my leverage,” Zemo says. Bucky stands up and, in one motion, takes the glass from Zemo’s hands and smashes it against the wall. “Now that’s badass,” Idalia whispers to Sam. “You wanna see what someone can do with leverage?” Bucky warns, “Take it easy. Don’t engage him,” Sam says, stepping between the two. “He’s just gonna extort you to do the stupid head tilt thing,” Sam tells Bucky. “Let me make a call,” Sam says and leaves the room. Bucky and Zemo glare at each other, and he offers Bucky some cherry blossom tea, but Bucky declines it. “I don’t like you at all, but I’m taking some tea,” Idalia tells Zemo. She pours herself some and leaves the man standing alone in the room.

Sam is on the phone with Sharon, hoping she can help them get the information Zemo refuses to give them. “Oh for fucks sake,” Idalia mutters when she spots Walker and Lemar. “Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you to be pulling this shit!” Walker says, “Ah! How’d you find us now?” Bucky asks, clearly annoyed by his presence. “Come on. You think three Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?” Lemar replies. “No more keeping us in the dark,” Walker says while the group approaches him and Lemar.

“You could start by telling us why you broke him out of prison,” he demands while pointing at Zemo. “He did that himself, technically,” Bucky fires back. “Oh, this better be a believable explanation,” Walker shouts. Some people have started to pull out their phones, and Idalia glares at Walker. “Hey, take it easy before it gets weird,” Sam tells Walker. “I know where Karli is,” Zemo tells him and walks around him, but Walker stops him. “Well, where?” he asks. “All we know is, it’s a memorial. So we’re gonna intercept her there,” Sam says. Idalia pinches the bridge of her nose, for her liking, they’re giving away too much information to Walker, but she decides to stay put and not say anything.

“That means civilians, high risk of casualties,” Lemar says. “All right, good, we’ll move in fast. Take her by surprise,” Walker says as they all walk together, “No. I want to talk to her alone,” Sam sternly says, and Walker scoffs, “I’m not losing her again.” “Look, the person closest to her died; she’s vulnerable, now is the best time to reason with her,” Sam says. “What? No. Wait, no!”No! Stop. Hold on. Stop, okay?” Walker says, running in front of the group, “I think we’re way past reasoning with her, unless you forgot that she blew up a building with people still in it.” Walker says.

“No one asked what you think, and we haven’t forgotten,” Idalia snaps, looking straight at Walker. “Sam, you walk in there cold, she could kill you,” Lemar says. “If I go in hot and if the op goes wrong, more people will die,” Sam answers. “You’ll let him do this? Are you gonna let your partner walk into a room with a Super Soldier alone?” Walker asks Bucky. “He’s dealt with worse. And he’s not my partner,” Bucky replies. “I used to counsel soldiers dealing with trauma, okay? This is right in my wheelhouse,” Sam says, walking right up to Walker. “I know, and I know those soldiers, which is why I know this is a bad idea,” Walker replies. “Wait, John, if he can talk her down, it might be worth a try,” Lemar reasons. John debates it and gives in.

The group follows the little girl from before, and Zemo hands her some money so she can show them the way to where the memorial will be held. The girl leads the way for Sam and Walker, handcuffing Zemo to a pipe, he warns Sam that he only has ten minutes before things get done his way. Taking a spot next to Bucky, Idalia crosses her arms and looks around. Grabbing one of her smallest knives, she starts flipping it. Lemar flinches a little when she lets it hang a little longer in the air. “So the Red Room, huh,” he tells her. “Yeah, the Red Room,” she nonchalantly replies. “Is the knife thing something from there?” he asks. “I’m trained in over two hundred forms of combat,” she replies flatly. “Uhm, so do you maybe wanna get a dri-” he starts to say, but she narrows her shoulders. “Not interested,” she cuts him off, and Bucky chuckles. Lemar goes over to John, and Bucky smiles at the girl, “Spunky, did you have to be so hard on him?” he whispers, and she huffs. “I was normal, Buck. I’m just annoyed,” she replies. “You’re always annoyed around men,” he notes, and she just hums in agreement.

Walker grabs the shield and starts to breathe in and out. To an untrained eye, this could be somewhat normal, but Idalia is highly trained, and desperation is written all over him. Discreetly, she nudges Bucky and nods her head towards Walker. Uneasiness pools in her stomach, and she feels that he’s going to snap and do something stupid. Walker starts to pace around, “Uh-uh. No, no, no. This is a bad idea,” he mumbles. “It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Just sit tight,” Bucky cooly says. “Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me,” he says, walking away. “Could you just sit the fuck down?” Idalia says, and John glares at her. “He knows what he’s doing,” Bucky says. “I’m going in,” John says, and Bucky steps in the middle of the doorway. Idalia is right next to him. “This is all really easy for you, isn’t it?” he says, looking right at Bucky. “All that serum running through your veins. Barnes, your partner needs backup in there. Do you really want his blood on your hands?”

Waker says while Bucky looks at him.

Walker storms in, telling Karli she’s under arrest. Bucky and Idalia are behind Walker, trying to stop him, but Lemar gets in their way. Walker ticks Karli off, and she punches the shield, which sends Walker into a nearby table. Lemar is trying to grab at Bucky, but Bucky shoves past easily, and Idalia quickly joins Sam, Karli jumps up the stairs, and Bucky does the same. Sam and Idalia split up in hopes of finding her, and they end up running into Bucky. “I lost her,” Bucky says. “This place is a maze,” Sam says. “Walker fucked this up,” Idalia says and her nostrils flare a little, “He’s too rash and too impatient,” she adds. “We need to find her,” Sam says, “And quick,” Idalia adds.

Finding an exit, Sam, Idalia, and Bucky spot Walker, Zemo is on the floor, knocked out, there's a table flipped over, and the vials with the serum are crushed on the ground. “What did we miss?” Sam asks, Walker doesn’t answer, and looks at Lemar. Catching on the look that passes between them, she feels that pit of uneasiness again. Back at Zemo’s place, Sam sits in front of the computer, Zemo lies on the couch with a towel over his eyes and a glass of whiskey in his hands, and Idalia decides to freshen up and change. Idalia walks back in and takes a seat on the barstools, setting her knives down she sharpens them just as Bucky walks in looking pissed.

“Something’s not right about Walker,” he says, taking his jacket off. “Probably many things aren’t right, and that much is clear,” Idalia states. “You don’t say,” Sam replies. “Well, I know a crazy when I see one,” Bucky replies while opening a cupboard, “Because I am crazy,” he adds, pouring whiskey into a glass. “Can’t argue with that,” Sam says. “Shouldn’t have given him the shield,” Bucky says. “I didn’t give him the shield,” Sam replies, standing up. “Well, Steve definitely didn’t,” Bucky bites back. Idalia looks back between the two, and suddenly the doors burst open.

“All right, that’s it. Let’s go. I’m now ordering you to turn him over,” Walker demands. Idalia, Bucky, and Sam look at each other and then at Walker. “Hey, slow your roll, shield or no shield, the only thing you’re running is your mouth,” Sam tells him. “Now, I had Karli, and you overstepped. He’s actually proven himself useful today.” “We’re gonna need all hands on deck for whatever’s coming next,” Sam adds. “How do you want the rest of this conversation to go, huh?” Walker asks Sam. “Should I put down the shield, make it fair?” Walker adds. Bucky passes a glass of whiskey to Idalia, and she sips it while they watch the two. Just as Walker sets the shield down, a spear whizzes through and gets stuck on the column. Idalia follows where it came from, and her eyes land on one of the Dora. Not being able to hide it, she grins.

Two more walk in, and Bucky stands up straight as they begin to speak in Wakandan. Walker makes the mistake of introducing himself, and they stare at him unimpressed. Idalia snickers and finishes the drink in her hands. “Well, uh, let’s put down the pointy sticks and we can talk this through, huh?” he says. “They’re called spears you dumbass,” Idalia says and Zemo chuckles. “Hey, John, take it easy,” Sam says calmly. “You might wanna fight Bucky and Idalia before you tangle with the Dora Milaje,” he adds. “The Dora Milaje, don’t have jurisdiction here,” he cockily says. “It’s your funeral now,” she says under her breath, and Bucky smiles. “The Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be,” Ayo sternly replies to Walker. Walker puts his arm on her shoulder, and she uses the spear to hit the backs of his legs, his face, and kicks him. Idalia whistles as Walker’s back hits the spear stuck on the column and lands face down on the floor.

A fight breaks out between all the Dora Milaje, John, and Lemar. Zemo, Bucky, and Idalia all stand by drinking and watching both men get their asses handed to them. “We should do something,” Sam says as Bucky walks over to him. “Should we, Sam? This is highly entertaining,” Idalia says with a satisfied smile. “Looking strong, John!” Bucky sarcastically says while crossing his arms. “You’re doing great,” Idalia sarcastically chimes in while standing next to Bucky. “Bucky, Idalia..” Sam says. Bucky decides to step in just as Ayo has her spear pointed at John’s face. Bucky tells Ayo that they should discuss this, and Sam and Idalia are forced to intervene.

“Just so you know, I have mad respect for you all,” Idalia says before kicking one of the Dora Milaje in the ribs. She grabs Idalia’s ankles, but she manages to spin mid-air and land a few feet away. They continue to fight, Idalia failing to dodge some of their hits, and the tip of the spear grazes her arm, making a cut and drawing blood. Walker is stuck by a table thanks to Ayo’s handy work. The Dora Milaje stop once Ayo manages to take Bucky’s arm off. One of them takes the shield, and Ayo tells her to leave it.

Bucky picks up his vibranium arm as they leave. He’s still confused as to how Ayo managed to disarm and rid him of it. “Did you know they could do that?” Sam asks him while he stands up. “No,” he replies while putting his arm back on. Idalia notices how Walker looks out of it when Lemar asks if he’s okay. “They weren’t even Super Soldiers,” he mutters, and Idalia walks up to them. “They’re an elite group of warriors and they handed your ass to you for being a big mouth,” Idalia says. Walker looks up at her and his jaw twitches, “And I really don’t fucking appreciate how you made us fight them because you can’t listen,” she says. Bucky and Sam walk over to Idalia but keep their distance. Lemar helps Walker up, and he squares up to Idalia.

“What’s your problem with me, huh?” he asks, and she glares at him. “A lot of things, but right now it’s you acting all high and mighty, simply for carrying that shield!” she fires back, and his knuckles close. “My job, that’s what I’m trying to do,” he says. “Well guess what, you’re doing a really shitty job!” she fires back. Walker starts to put his hand on her bare shoulder, but Idalia quickly grabs it and twists it, sweeping a leg, she knocks him and does a roundhouse kick that lands on his chest, and he falls to the ground. Before he can move, she pins his wrist and flicks a knife, which lands next to his face, grazing it, and a drop of blood falls from his cheek and onto the tiles.

Bucky and Sam watch the two, with one last look, she removes her foot from his wrist and joins the two men. Walker stands up, wincing, and glares at the three before leaving. “I can’t believe he pulled an El Chapo,” Sam says while looking at the hole in the bathroom floor. “I can,” Bucky says, “It’s Zemo, c’mon, of course he’d pull one,” Idalia says. The three of them are out in the street looking for Zemo. “Listen, pack an overnight bag and take the boys,” he says. Sam sounds a little rushed, and Idalia recognizes the slight panic. “What happened?” Bucky asks, “Karli called Sarah. She threatened my nephews,” he says. “Okay, go somewhere safe. Only pay cash. All right? Let me know when you get there. I know, look, I love you,” Sam says into the phone. When Sam finishes talking to Sarah and hangs up the phone, they stop. “Karli wants to meet. She left a contact number,” Sam says. Sam glances at his phone when it rings,” She said come alone,” he announces. “We’re coming with you,” Bucky and Idalia say.

Arriving at the meeting place, the three step into the courtyard and Sam calls Karli’s name. She pops out, and the three of them go up the stairs. “It’s Walker,” Sam says. Bucky, Idalia, and Sam jump over the balcony. Karlia does the same and smashes Bucky into the column, Sam punches her, and Idalia lands a hard kick to her stomach, which makes her fall to the ground. “I’ll send you the location. Go!” Sam says to the two, and they take off running while Sam flies away. Idalia arrives just as Bucky sends someone through a wall, and she chuckles when he tells him to stay there. Running up the stairs, she approaches a room where fighting is going on and sees Walker and Sam. One of the Flagsmashers throws a knife, and it misses. “What’s with all the knives?” Walker says, annoyed.

As someone is running at Sam, Idalia throws a knife and it lands on their back. The Flagsmasher falls face down. Idalia’s not sure if he’s dead, but at least he’s neutralized for a while. Bucky catches one of the knives and turns around to see a Flag Smasher behind him with a knife. Bucky fights him and throws the knife on the ground next to his face. Idalia is fighting one-on-one with a girl, dodging her punches. One of the punches lands on the side of Idalia’s jaw, but she quickly recovers. Idalia punches her arm and lands a hard kick. When the girl is distracted, she crouches and sweeps her legs from under her. Groaning, the girl starts to get up, but Idalia is quicker and smashes her foot down to break her nose, breaking it. Another knife is thrown, and just as Idalia side steps, the knife grazes her on the side and draws a little blood.

Running away, she spots Karli, who's heading towards John, and Lemar rushes in to knock her down. They both fall, and just as Lemar stands up, Karli punches him. Lemar goes flying into a column, which breaks, and the back of his neck hits it. Idalia closes her eyes when she hears the sickening crunch of his bones against the stone, an all too familiar image of one of the many Red Room assignments crosses her mind, and she quickly opens them. At the sight of Lemar’s body falling limp, everyone freezes.

The guy holding onto John lets him go, and they start to slowly back away. John crouches next to Lemar and checks his pulse, realizing he’s dead, he stares at his body for a few seconds. Bucky, Sam, and Idalia run out while John crashes through a window. “Oh fuck,” Idalia says under her breath when she sees one of the Flagsmahers dead in the middle of the square, the bottom of the shield is soaked in blood and people are filming John. Everyone stays rooted in their spot, and Walker simply walks away. Bucky looks at Idalia, who stares at the body and slowly turns her back from it. He sees her shoulders shake a little before they resume their usual squared position, a clear sign that the girl is back to standing incredibly straight.

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