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mrsbuckybarnes1917 · 1 year

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Fugitive!Bucky Barnes x Winter Solider!Reader

You're a HYDRA asset tasked with tracking down and recovering a lost soldier: Bucky Barnes. Story takes place between CA: WS and CA: CW.

Word count: 4k

A/N: This story is dedicated to @lizatill. Thank you for the encouragement!

He was your mission.

Memories of his face permeated your mind. Still, cold, frozen in place. His chambers were situated opposite yours. Beautiful brunette locks framing his handsome features. Your HYDRA handler had confirmed he was your mark. Soldat. They offered no name for authentication. He was like you, a Winter Soldier.

You knew him. Deep down, you knew him. He was always there opposite you. His face was the first thing you saw when you woke and the last thing before you slept. He was a constant. Until now.

Your eyes opened to a grayness which made your soul feel as frigid as the Siberian tundra where you slept. Where was he?

They led you to a chair. You eyed the restraints with caution. It looked familiar and it chilled you to the bone. Echos of the past surrounded you. Haphazardly invading your brain, overwhelming your senses. Sleep had made you hazy.

"Ready to comply."

The words slipped past your lips, Pavlovian in nature. To them you were nothing. Pliable. Their Soldat.

Plane tickets, civilian clothes, concealed weapons, a communication device. You weren't used to the VIP treatment. Your companion must be a valuable asset to them for your handler to have trusted you with such items. To you, he was your mission.

He was good at covering his tracks. You were better. You chased his scent across the continent.

Finally you landed in Romania and swiftly huddled yourself into a silver Taigun. The car was perfectly inconspicuous and afforded you the luxury of maneuvering yourself through the city with ease and a shelter over your head. You'd spent hours analyzing his face, his square jaw, the cleft on his chin barely visible through his dark facial hair, and his piercing blue eyes. His expression was vacant, expressionless. You could relate.

It was impossible to stop your fingers dancing across the screen, tracing the outline of those lips. What would they taste like? Where had that thought come from? You knew your mission. He was your mission. Recover the asset. Those were your orders.

It was your first time in Bucharest. The city was teeming with people, unsupervised, roaming freely, at their own pleasure. You felt a little lost, never having had the luxury of being let off your leash in such a manner in the past. You were determined to do a good job. Maybe they'd let you out again in the future. The thought gave you hope and determination. A fire flared in your soul, one you'd not experienced in the existence you remembered. Could you ever become like one of them?

You'd taken some time to acclimate to your new environment before focusing on your mission. It hadn't taken you long to locate your target. You had undeniable skill; not that you had the capacity to acknowledge this. Or maybe you were just drawn to him.

Once you'd spotted him, you were surprised that he had gone unnoticed until now. He was striking. His stature, his pose, it was exquisite. His perfectly sculpted physique was well hidden under layers of thick clothing of the early spring. His movements were mesmerizing, fluid in nature and had the deftness of someone with the serum coursing through their veins.

It wasn't the first time you'd faced this particular Winter Soldier. He had been tasked with your training; hand-to-hand, an assortment of weapons. His marksmanship was infallible. His aim was precise and every blow he delivered met its mark.

Your mind took you back to a particularly grueling memory of a combat session. You'd put up a fight and delivered your share of punches. In the end he'd gotten the better of you, the sparring ending with you flat on your back, his thighs straddling your waist, silver arm poised to deliver a fatal blow that never came. You could smell the faint musk of sweat as his toned frame perspired from its effort.

You remembered him. You remembered the look of confusion on his face. You remembered the way his nostrils flared as his hips bucked, his brown locks falling across his face. You remembered the pressure of the swelling in his pants as it pushed against your core. You remembered how his eyes burned with a cold fire, icy blue and wild.

Karpov had been angry. Positively spitting with rage. You had no idea why. They had beaten him within an inch of his life and he had taken it, every single lash from the whip they kept conveniently stored on their belts. They'd lead him to the memory suppression machine, not bothering to sedate him for the process. He screamed and screamed.

You were ordered to watch.

You shadowed your mark for a week. Watching him like a predator stalking its prey. He behaved like all the other ants, blending into the background where no one gave him a second glance or thought. But he consumed your thoughts in every waking moment and invaded your dreams.

Dreams from which you woke drenched in sweat and left you feeling perturbed. The feelings that they evoked seemed foreign and you couldn’t recall any memories of the things he did in your dreams. They were horrifying and magical at the same time. The things he did to you were positively sinful, never in your waking existence had you experienced something as feral as the things he did to you in your dreams. He would ravage your body in the most unimaginable and gratifying way.

Soon your urge to keep your distance was becoming harder. You craved the closeness you had felt in your slumber. You’d never been a fan of sleep, you spent too much time asleep but fatigue eventually allowed you to succumb to the recovery process. But now, these salacious thoughts plagued your mind and you sought after Morpheus to put you under his spell.

Each new day brought you closer to discovering his abode. Care was needed, you wanted to trap your prey, leaving no room for error. If he got away from you, you knew you'd never see the light of day again. You'd pay the ultimate price.

Despite that knowledge, the desire to creep closer, to enter the derelict apartment complex you'd eventually discovered. In the end, you'd gone in to snoop around when you knew he wouldn't be home. Was this a home? You had no idea what the term actually meant, but you felt like you should. The word gave you a feeling of warmth and the place where you stood, the place where he slept didn't fit your definition of that feeling.

You hadn't planned on staying long. The windows were covered in newspapers, which meant you were safe from nosy neighbors. There was nothing there that spoke to you. Each item you'd laid a hand on had no sense of belonging to your soldat. You stood in the center and closed your eyes using your other senses to take in the space. As you did, you shifted your weight and the floorboards creaked under you. You looked down, the cogs in your brain turning.

You knelt down on the floor, wedged your fingers into a small gap and pried up the board. Just as you suspected, there was the hidden treasure you were looking for. The backpack contained around a dozen notebooks, filled with chicken scratch writing, comments, words, phrases, an occasional sentence. He'd taped newspaper cuttings into them with explanations of who the people were, how he was connected to them.

You flipped to the front page. In bigger capital letters was the word 'BUCKY'. Underneath he had scrawled a sentence; 'Your name is James Buchanan Barnes’.

He had a name. It made you stop to wonder what was yours. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't hear him enter the apartment.

He knew something was off as he climbed the stairs. Bucky could feel it in his bones. Ever since he'd fought Steve on the helicarrier everything had changed. He was afraid. Afraid of being caught, afraid of who he was, afraid of going back. Now that he knew who he was, the identity they had stolen from him, he would die before he went back to them.

Bucky wrapped his fingers around the knife. There were several of them scattered about his person. The blade felt like an extension of his body, more so than the clunky metal fist he was sporting on his left side. Even though he controlled its actions, it felt like they used it to control him. Everyday he thought about removing it, but then where would he be without it? He hated that he still needed it, needed them.

He crept towards his front door and pressed his metal fingers against the door. It swung open quietly revealing you sitting on the floor of his humble abode. He recognized you in an instant.

Девушка.

How could he ever forget you? And he had. Bucky hadn't given you a single thought since the last time he knocked you down in training. Not one single thought, until now. Memories of your last encounter flooded his mind and blood surged through his vessels.

Was he dreaming?

You were there for one reason and one reason alone. To take him back. And he would never go back. And yet he stood there. He made no move to attack or to run. You mesmerized him into stillness.

You looked up and your eyes met, surprise reflected in your beautiful sparkling orbs. Your whole body tensed in anticipation of an attack that never came. He just stood there, you could see the way his fingers gripped the concealed knife he carried. It was his signature move. You knew it well, having been on the receiving end of his brutal takedowns.

"Bu-cky." Your mouth sounded out his name, speaking for the first time that day. You looked up at him looking for confirmation.

His face was as stoic as it had always been. Cold as ice, just like blue in his eyes. It seemed that the Winter Soldier had left the Siberian tundra, but the tundra had not left him. The small flame of hope you'd had for freedom flickered dangerously. But he hadn't moved. He hadn't struck you. And he hadn't fled.

"Why are you here?"

"To take you-"

You'd almost used the word 'home'. It seemed that he now called this God forsaken hovel his home. You rose slowly from the floor, so as not to startle your prey. He flexed in response and you caught a glint of muted light from the shaded window on his blade, but he stood his ground.

"I'm not coming with you."

You took a step to the side, arms slightly raised and palms open to show him you weren't wielding any weapons. He matched your movement, keeping the same distance between you.

Prior to entering the apartment, you'd assessed the potential escape routes; the front door being the obvious choice and the balcony across the kitchen. He was on the top floor which meant that there was easy roof access. You could tell he was calculating which passage to use and you wanted to put yourself in a place where his choices would be harder to make. It was the only way you had to give yourself the upper hand. Or level the playing field at best.

"I can't go back without you."

"Who says you have to go back?"

Your eyes widened at his words. It had never occurred to you that you didn't have to go back. You had a mission. He was your mission.

Bucky could see the cogs turning behind your eyes. Trying to comprehend a thought you'd never had, or ever remembered having. They'd treated you with as much respect as they had him.

"Do you know who you are?" he asked.

Your brows furrowed momentarily in confusion and Bucky used that moment to press his advantage.

He pounced at you, like a wolf, aiming for the jugular. He missed by mere millimeters as you dropped under him and rolled to a defensive position, eyes immediately on your mission.

"I know who you are. That is enough." Your answer was simple.

"Ready to comply? Great strategy."

There was a small sneer in his tone which made your fists clench with rage.

"You're my mission."

Bucky sprung again, this time with a spinning kick that was aimed at your chest. You grabbed his leg and used his momentum to guide his kick away from you. He was quick to adjust, grabbing your shoulder with his metal arm as you twisted away. He pushed you into the sturdy fridge. His body was forced against you to stop you from moving. The warmth of his body was a new sensation to you. You didn't remember having felt it before. He smelled of cigarettes, sweat and sausages, with possibly a hint of cinnamon.

His closeness made you weak at the knees and for a moment you gave in to the desire, the urge you'd felt all week. Did he know? Did he know how he affected you? They had seen it as weakness, would he scorn you for your covetousness?

As your shoulders slumped, Bucky relaxed the force he was applying on your torso. Had he hurt you?

"Are you-"

Bucky had no time to finish his question as you pushed yourself into his middle, propelling yourself forwards and knocking him off balance. Bucky stumbled back and you pressed your advantage, launching yourself onto his shoulders and locking your legs around his neck in a triangular chokehold. Both of you crashed to the floor with more noise than either of you would have liked. Unwanted attention was not on the agenda.

His breath was hot between your legs, his nose rubbed over your sex and you found yourself clenching reflexively. A groan slipped from your lips. It was instinctive and carnal as memories of your dream flashed through your mind. Bucky used your moment of distraction to free himself from your clutches. Both of you scrambled to opposite sides of the room, panting with exertion and desire. He was staring at you through strands of his tousled brunette tresses with confusion and surprise painted across his handsome features. He shifted uncomfortably, his knife-free hand ghosted over his crotch.

“What are you-”

You cut him off before he had the chance to ask his question. “Shut up!”

Your face was flushed with embarrassment and a throbbing need which pulsed between your legs. It made no sense, you wanted him to touch you and when he did, it wasn’t enough. You wanted him closer, closer than you understood. The dreams you’d had were confusing, they felt like fragments of memories woven together by your Soldat.

Lunging forward, you attempted to snatch the blade from his relaxed hand. But he was too quick, grabbing your wrist and holding it in a vice-like grip with his metal fingers. You raised your left arm in a counter punch but his other wrist was wrapped around your fist. His grip was inescapable. His eyes wide as he searched your face for your intent.

"What do you want?" Bucky growled, as you struggled in his grip.

He pushed your hands apart which only brought you closer. His scent was intoxicating, his breath warm on your face. Lips parted as his tongue ran across them as he his eyes locked onto yours.

"You! Ar-"

You had no chance to finish your sentence, his lips bombarded yours. Newly grown stubble brushed across his skin and his mouth eclipsed yours hungrily. It felt like he was devouring you. Eventually your mind recovered from this assault to your lips and you found yourself kissing him back with vigor.

After a few moments of intense lip locking, he extricated himself from your lips

"What do you want?" He asked you again, his steely eyes penetrating your broken soul.

You swallowed nervously and answered quietly. "You."

Your Winter Soldier loosened his grip on your limbs and took a step towards you. One step after the other, his forward and yours back. He pinned you against the wall. The weight of his body pressed against yours was electrifying. You’d never been this close to another human being in your accessible memory. It felt new, your skin was on fire where he was still gripping your wrists. You wanted him to touch you everywhere.

Bucky leaned into your space further, his nose trailed across your face and he nuzzled your ear, taking in your unique scent. You heard a quiet rumbled growl from his throat as he nibbled lightly at your ear before he latched his mouth against your neck, sucking at the skin. The sensation made you want to scream, you tilted your head back further to let him work his way down to your clavicle. You were so lost in the burning on your neck that you hadn’t noticed his hands wrapping themselves around your hips. You hadn’t imagined that he could get any closer than he was, until you felt his erection pressed against you.

Your mission, no, your Soldat was more than you’d ever imagined. His hips pushed themselves against yours. Hungry. Urgent. Desperate. He was finally taking what he had been denied for long. His long fingers, flesh and metal dug into your skin as he continued to rut against your core. Your hands fell over his shoulders and you clawed at his clothes, fingers roaming across his broad shoulders, braiding into his long dark hair, tugging at his mane, your body crying out for him to fill you up.

He was starting to get more impatient, wanting to feel more of you, to feel himself inside you. He grappled with your clothing, stripping away each offending time of clothing covering your toned supple body. You complied with every one of his demands. You were always ready to comply. He was becoming less and less restrained about taking what he wanted and your mind felt wild with every new sensation you were experiencing.

He had stripped you bare in a matter of moments, shedding most of his layers as well. Your bare skin was dotted with beads of sweat, patches of red swollen skin littered your neck where he had marked his territory. His eyes took in the beautiful sight before him. You felt no shame, letting him look. You were no stranger to being exposed, HYDRA would poke and prod you regularly, but never in your time with them had you felt the scorching heat between your legs. The desire you felt to touch yourself was irresistible. So you did. A strangled gasp escaped your lips as your fluid covered fingers brushed your uncovered clit for the first time. Your Soldat let you explore as he worked on freeing himself from the dark denim restraints, his soldier standing to attention and ready for action.

His metal fist was wrapped around the base of his cock, gliding back and forth. He reached out, pulling your hand away from your folds, making you whine in irritation. Your Soldat held your wrist firmly, and guided it to his mouth. He sucked your fingers, tasting your essence, making his member throb with need. He wanted to feel you, he needed to feel you. He had waited so long for this, he remembered just how long he had waited. You took his right hand and pulled it towards you. He groped you sloppily, clutching your breasts, kneading your ass, squeezing your thighs. Every touch, every squeeze made you moan out loud. He touched you everywhere except the place you wanted him to the most.

Almost as though he knew what you were thinking, Soldat’s lips were on yours again. His cock shoved between your legs. You bit down on his lower lip, making him cry out in surprise. The fire in his eyes blazed angrily as he looked at you and for a moment you thought he would strike you, but he smirked and pushed his chest up against you. Feet between yours, he pushed your knees apart. He brushed his tip across your sensitive leaking folds, sliding over your clit in the most ecstatic manner. You sucked on his lip as he teased your entrance, coating himself in your juices in preparation for his pleasure.

Without warning, he slipped inside you. The force of his bucking hips lifted you clean off your feet with a small scream. He caught you with ease as you sheathed him fully. Your thighs straddled his hips and arms around his neck keeping you both connected in the closest possible way. His hands found purchase on your ass, as he carried you across to the kitchen counter. There was no way the table would survive ravaging you were about to experience.

As soon as your weight rested on the counter, he slammed back into you with so much force you were almost knocked backwards, your back arching from the inferno that devoured you from the inside out. Soon the only thing that could be heard were the lewd sounds of skin on skin. You had to put your hands behind you for support as he thrusted into you. Over and over. Only your hearing caught the soft grunts of exertion that came from his throat as he chased his release. You wanted more, to hear him moan without restraint, loudly enough for the sound to echo in your ears. The sound you’d heard only in your dreams. But your voice failed you, the breath knocked out of your lungs with every thrust that hit a special spot inside you leaving you utterly speechless.

He was so lost in his rhythm, hitting you deep and hard. Again and again. Faster and faster. He pounded into you relentlessly until you were so lost in a frenzy of fireworks that seemed to be exploding inside you. You were sobbing and whimpering as you climaxed with his cock buried deep inside you, walls fluttering and squeezing around him. He kept up his ruthless pace until he too was pulsing, spilling his load inside you. The warm milk of his release filled you in repeated spurts, spilling from your walls. His cock twitched, still inside of you, now sated and empty.

You'd never seen your Soldat so breathless. His chest still towered over you. You looked up. His eyes were honed in on your face, as though he were trying to commit your features to his fickle memory. Only when a pink tinge graced your cheeks that his intensity lessened and he pulled away, leaving you feeling empty and alone.

You watched as he retrieved his pants and his blade, tucking it away from sight. He dressed quickly, glancing at the door, listening for signs of intruders. But you were the only one who'd come for him today.

Once he was dressed, he turned back to stare at you, back on guard for your next move. He watched you like a hawk as you put your clothes back on.

"So what now?" he asked.

"Come with me. You're my-"

"Mission," you both said in unison.

"Yeah, I know." Bucky sighed. "You're not safe here."

"Come with me." You didn't know what else to say.

"You don't have to go back."

"Come with me."

Bucky’s eyes widened, finally understanding what you meant. You wanted him to run away with him.

"I can't," he whispered, almost regretfully.

HYDRA wouldn’t let both of you go so easily. Two Winter Soldiers on the run together were far more conspicuous than being alone. He was too recognizable. You’d be better off alone.

What did he mean? What did this mean for you? Could you become just one of the ants? Miniscule, insignificant, free? You were special. You had potential. You could be so much more. And with your Soldat at your side, you'd be unstoppable. Your flight of fancy was interrupted by a book. A book Bucky held out in front of you.

"What's this?" you demanded, flipping through the empty pages.

"It's for you. Use it."

"For what?"

"To help you remember. You don't have to be a Winter Soldier. You don't have to belong to them. You don't have to comply. You can be free."

"But-" you hesitated before asking. "What's my mission?"

"You can choose."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #winter solider imagine #winter soldier x reader #your mission #bucky barnes smut #winter soldier smut

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dragonanon · 2 months

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Y’all I need Jesus 😭 My mind is running wild with an idea that’s a bit of Hellaverse and One Piece crossover.

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As a succubus working under Asmodeus, your job is to basically portal up to the human world and spread lust amongst the humans. You’re damn good at your job as evidenced by the fact that your numbers always exceed the minimum quota you’re given, so as one of the top employees you have the privilege of getting to be much closer with Asmodeus and Fizzaroli than most other demons working for them; they’re honestly more like father figures to you rather than your superiors, and you welcome being their lowkey unofficially adopted daughter.

Between your excellent work performance and the love and support of your unofficial dads, life is pretty damn easy and straightforward for you…until it isn’t.

You don’t know how the hell it happened, you had been in human disguise on Earth and drumming up some nice lust in a small village, literally just doing you job as normal. Your markvictim, a slim blond with facial hair, had been one of the EASIEST people to ensnare in a long time. You barely had to say “hello” before the man already had hearts in his eyes and was practically falling at your feet, and when you invited him to go someplace private for a bit of “fun”, he damn near died on the spot due to blood loss from a massive nosebleed. Needless to say, you quickly had him in bed and oozing with yummy lust for you.

From there it all happened so fast(let’s be real here, it was probably Luffy’s fault lol), one thing led to another and after a series of shenanigans, your true form and identity are revealed to a group of humans, a group of pirates to be exact…Sure you knew that taking such an easy target would have SOME consequence, but fuck man!

Now standing before the “straw hat pirates”, as they call themselves, in your true demonic form with horns, wings, and tail all out for the whole world to see, you’re stared at in a cocktail mixture of awe, fear, and curiosity by all these humans. With the uncomfortable silence hanging in the air, you feel more naked and vulnerable than you ever have been in your entire life. And as a succubus, that’s saying quite a lot!

You’re in quite the predicament here, and your fear only grows as you realize just how completely and utterly fucked you are here. You can’t just fuck off back to Hell when there’s a whole gaggle of humans running around that now knows about the existence of Demons and Hell, but you can’t exactly kill any of them either. Not just because you’re SEVERELY outnumbered, but you’d ALSO get into some pretty deep shit with your dads.

So that leaves you with one option, offer a deal and hope to Lucifer that they accept. With that plan in mind, a green haired man you’d later come to know as “Zoro”, FINALLY breaks the agonizing silence with a simple question; “What the fuck are you?” and with that, you get to work setting this admittedly ridiculous plan into motion.

As calmly as you can, you explain that you’re a succubus; a demon from Hell just here to do her job of getting people to be horny on main. From there, you explain the predicament you’re all in right now, how you can’t just leave them to their devices because they all know, and have seen too much now. They all seem to tense for a moment as one of them, a man with a long nose who you’d later know as “Usopp”, asks in a shaky voice if you’re going to kill them now. They all breathe a sigh of relief and Usopp actually sobs when you clarify that no, that’s not happening. “I couldn’t kill you all even if I wanted to. Not only do you have me completely outnumbered, but even if I did succeed somehow, it would land me in MAJOR hot water with my bosses. So yeah, I’m not doing that.”

A red headed woman who later introduced herself as “Nami”, responds by asking what it is you plan to do then. This whole time, you’ve noticed that she’s been eyeing the hell out of your Asmodean crystal; a huge magenta jewel set in the center of a beautiful golden cuff that encases nearly half of your left forearm. It was a gift from Asmodeus himself on your first day of work, and it hasn’t left your arm since. You know damn well what the glint of greed in one’s eyes looks like, and you’re all too happy to use that to your advantage.

“Well, given that I can’t leave you all alone and death isn’t an option, I’d like to make a proposal; You all keep your mouths shut about what you’ve seen and learned, and let me continue my work as needed and in peace. You’re not to utter even a peep to another soul not already in this room. In exchange…You’ll have a succubus eternally at your service~”

This prompts the captain who you’ve been told is named “Luffy”, an admittedly boyishly cute man in your humble opinion, to speak up and ask what exactly you mean. Up to this point, he’d just been staring at you in slack jawed awe, but your proposal seemed to bring him back to reality and now he had to sate his growing curiosity and excitement.

A playful smirk paints itself on your black lips as you begin to elaborate, your fangs poking out ever so slightly as you speak. “Well hon, being a succubus, I have MANY powers at my disposal~ You’ve already seen that I can disguise myself as one of you humans, AND charm my way into getting whatever I want from humans. But that’s BARELY scratching the surface of what I’m capable of~ For starters, I can change my disguise as I see fit, what you all saw was just one of the millions of different appearances I can take.” To back up this claim, you quickly cycle through a few different human disguises you’ve used throughout the years; completely changing your form into at least 12 completely different women of all different shapes, sizes, and races. With your point having been made, you shift back to your Demon form and continue.

“That combined with my charming powers means I can EASILY spy and obtain any information you want~ But more than that, I can INSTANTLY take you anywhere you could possibly want.”

That last bit seemed to really pique everyone’s interest, especially Luffy’s; his eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement as he asked you how that was possible.

“Time to make the hard sale here.” You think to yourself. With a smile, you raise your left arm and with a flourish of your right hand, show off your Asmodean crystal. You have to bite back a laugh as Luffy audibly “oohs” and “ahhs” at the glowing magenta stone while Nami practically salivates over it.

“With this lovely thing right here~ This bad boy is an Asmodean crystal; a mystical jewel bestowed upon me as a succubus working for Asmodeus. With it, I can open a direct portal to ANYWHERE in Hell AND the Human world~”

Zoro is quick to call bullshit, but you’re more than willing to prove otherwise as you respond by asking for a destination, anywhere in the entire world. The green haired man huffs in amusement, and sarcastically suggests an island clear on the other side of the world.

Smirking, you hold your crystal clad arm up close you and with quick, firm, rub of your right hand, the crystal glows brightly and suddenly shoots out a bright beam of light that stops just shy of hitting the wall before a large, diamond shaped portal appears. The edges of the portal glow brightly and the aforementioned island is now CLEARLY visible to everyone in the room.

With a shit eating grin, you strut up to Zoro, who seems bewildered by what he’s seeing as gets up close to check out the portal. With a giggle, you give him a hearty shove, causing him to fall through with a shout and you hop through after him, completely ignoring the concerned shouts of the remaining crew as the portal snaps shut behind you, blinking out of existence like it was never there to begin with.

The room devolves into chaos, with Luffy whining about how it’s not fair that he didn’t get to go too, while Nami yells at him for not being more concerned about Zoro just disappearing.

After a few minutes, the portal reappears with a flash, and out of it hops you followed closely by a noticeably paler Zoro, much to Sanji’s disappointment. The portal disappears again whilst Zoro goes to sit down, and just says “She’s not fucking joking, she really CAN go anywhere.”

The room erupts into chaos again, this time however, Luffy is practically on top of you, demanding you join his crew right now.

You’re a bit taken aback, you’d expected you’d have to list at least a LITTLE more of what you’re capable of to win them over, but this was not an unwelcome surprise in the slightest.

“Are you sure you’re willing to accept my proposition so quickly? I haven’t even finished telling you what all I can-“

Luffy interrupts you before you can finish your sentence saying that there’d be plenty of time for you to talk about your powers later, right now he just wants to start teleporting to different places.

You smile, fangs on full display. “Guess it’s a deal then~ It’ll be a pleasure working with y-“

You’re cut off again, this time by Luffy stretching his limbs around you in a tight hug whilst rambling about all the different places he wants to go right now.

As you’re stood in the middle of everyone buzzing with excitement and curiosity, all you can think to yourself is “What in the Seven Rings have I gotten myself into??”

#one piece x reader #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #nami x reader #you’re the communal toy and magic teleporter #truly a coveted position to have lol #at some point you make the mistake of talking about the gluttony ring and now luffy is begging you to sneak him in there #so now you have to disguise everyone as succubi and incubi and take everyone on a field trip to hell #it goes about as smoothly as you’d expect #by some miracle no one finds out about them being human but there were some pretty damn close calls #needless to say you aren’t taking any of them back to hell anytime soon much to luffy’s disappointment #one piece x hellaverse #hellaverse

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mariposa666haruka · 1 year

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"Awaken" (Harbingers X Fem!Reader) #00

This may mostly count as Dottore x reader...but I am thinking of making different routes for each character when the right time comes. I also wished to make the reader gender neutral but....to be honest I am afraid to do so. I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable with my unintentional mistakes and let's say I do not have a good experience with it. That is why I decided to go with a female reader (I identify myself as a female and it is much easier for me that way.)

Also this part is more of a prologue than a chapter so that is how I am marking it. It may even stay in my drafts for a while but we do not talk about that....heheh.

Warnings: Reader has long hair in this chapter cause she has been asleep for a long time and did not get a haircut in years. in this fic Pantalone has dark purple eyes.

Word count: 761

You open your eyes to a very bright light, facing the roof as you were lied down. Aside from the extreme brightness - that made your eyes shut tightly again - you could feel a quit cold liquid enter your body from your right arm....a serum?...You slowly sat up and rubbed your eyes with your free hand to ease the pain from looking at the bright light for too long.

Your body hurt....you were in pain, like you had not moved your limbs for a very long time; not to mention your brain was still hazy, furthermore you were not sure about what you were doing before getting inside this room that was very much like a medical lab filled with all sorts of big devices which most of them were connected to your feet and right arm.

Slowly looking down, you find yourself in a very delicate icy dress with long yet loose and see through sleeves.

Despite feeling pain in your arms, you carefully remove whatever is connected to your body. The cold liquid smelled strange, you could not put your hand on its name though.

Your legs felt weak as you stood up and held onto the wall. It hurt to just stand, you could not imagine how painful walking would be.

You soon dragged yourself out of the room and hissed at the sudden coldness. "Why is it... so cold?" Even talking hurt. Your throat itched and your vocal cores had a hard time making any sound. You decided not to talk until getting yourself a glass of water.

The temperature seemed to drop further as you walked closer to what looked like an exit door; it opened easily after pushing a random button and soon you were hit with even a colder air, as it was way chillier outside the room.

If one were to look from afar, They would see a female figure walking down the corridor, helplessly holding into the wall; which was exactly what the great Regrator was witnessing.

' A woman...coming out of The Doctor's lab.....? Is she perhaps a new test subject?" He thought, taking into account how unlikely it was to see a test subject of the infamous Doctor healthy enough to escape the laboratory. They were not even left alive most of them times. Pantalone was already used to hearing screams and cries of help outside of that cursed lab; but a woman - in a really decent and nice dress - making it out without in any blood on her? That sure was a rare sight to see and he possibly could not contain his curiosity; Therefore his legs led him towards you.

Your legs had given up carrying your weight any further, that is why all you managed to do was to sit down where you were, the wall behind you supporting your back.

"Well well, what do we have here? What are you doing here little darling?~ in such light clothes too; you'll catch a cold if not careful." Said the dark haired man, who seemed to be wearing glasses or shall I say that was what your weak eyes were seeing? You barely could see how his facial features looked like.

On the other hand, The Ninth Harbinger took a good look at your face and how your long hair covered your shoulders down to your belly; as if it had not been cut for centuries, despite that, your hair was completely clean and your body seemed to be freshly washed.....you felt like you had taken a bath the night before, as you felt a certain freshness lingering to your skin.

Back to the jet black haired man, he was talking to you but all you heard were uncoherent words, so you began mumbling words of your own.

"Zandik....where is..Zandik....cold...I must....find..him."

Pantalone's eyes widened at the name you just whispered. You knew of of The Doctor's true name?.....unexpected yet impressive.

"Zandik.."

"Oh little darling~ I'll take you to Zandik" He chuckled and wrapped his big warm coat around you. He then picked you up carefully and almost laughed at how you pressed your cold face to his warm chest.

It has been a very long time since the last time he was this much amused by someone....and you weren't even conscious yet. He wondered how entertaining you would be once you were fully awake.

The Regrator walked towards the harbingers' meeting room, where every single harbinger would have been gathered there by now.

Oh how impatient he was to witness their expressions once they saw the woman in his arms.

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gghalcyon · 11 months

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Call of Duty Headcanon : Felix "König" Oravec

Disclaimer: This is my personal head cannon for König, who I named Felix Oravec. Most are different from standard head cannon, including how he looks.

Call Sign: König

Name : Felix Oravec

Alias(es) : König, Felix

Gender : Male

Birthday : August 15

Nationality : Austrian

Place of Birth : Vienna, Austria

Spoken Language(s): Austrian, German, English

Sexuality: Heterosexual

APPEARANCE

6'6" with an athletic and muscular build

Has short brown hair and blue eyes.

Blue-gray eyes and tanned complexion, with multiple scars from his missions all over his body

Visible facial scar under his left eye, reddish scar.

Typically wears tactical gear and a menacing sniper mask that covers his face.

BACKGROUND

Childhood

König was born to a middle-class family in Austria and raised in a household dominated by his mother, a tough-minded and driven woman who worked hard to provide for them ever since the sudden death of his father in a freak car accident. She had worked hard to make ends meet, often leaving König to his own devices as she worked late nights to provide for their small family.

König's father was originally from Slovakia, and upon marriage, his mother decided to take on his last name which was "Ovarek."

König had grown up feeling like an outsider, always on the fringes of the activities that seemed to fill the days of the other children. Growing up, he was an anxious child who was bullied both at home and in school. He was often the target of ridicule and mockery, and he never felt like he belonged anywhere.

For years, König kept this sense of isolation buried deep within him, only occasionally manifesting in moments of intense fear or sadness. But when he became a teenager, his feelings of abandonment and displacement began to take on a more aggressive form. He lashed out at his teachers and classmates, retreating further into himself in the process.

König's mother, sensing the growing darkness in her son, urged him to take up a hobby to help him channel his emotions. He chose rugby, a sport that he found to be both physically and mentally demanding. He trained diligently, pushing himself to be the best he could be. Eventually, his dedication paid off, and he rose to become one of the top rugby players in the region.

The sport gave König a sense of purpose, but it also led him to contemplate his place in the world. He finally comprehended what it meant to stand out from the crowd, and wanted to make use of this new insight to shape the world around him.

Early Military

At age seventeen, König made up his mind to join the military in an effort to start anew. König's journey in the military was a transformational one. Although physical training and discipline were of utmost importance, it was the mental journey that truly shaped him as an individual. He found himself becoming increasingly aware of his environment and the people around him, honing his ability to see things from different perspectives. At last, he felt like he belonged somewhere.

He was driven by a new sense of purpose, determined to use his newfound understanding of the world to make a difference in it. He quickly rose through the ranks, becoming known for his bravery on the battlefield and his commitment to protecting the lives of those around him.

However, König soon realized that the battlefield could not be won with only physical strength—it took intelligence and persuasion as well. As he progressed further up through the ranks, König began to incorporate strategies such as diplomacy and negotiation into his combat strategies, allowing him to accomplish objectives without resorting to violence when possible.

His leadership style had earned him a great deal of respect from both superiors and comrades alike, and he was recommended to join the Austrian Jagdkommando.

Austrian Jagdkommando to KorTac

After 5 years as a soldier, he took his commanders recommendation and made the decision to join the Austrian Jagdkommando. The Austrian Jagdkommando - "JaKdo" for short - drew him in because of their motto "Never Retreat" and notorious vigor.

He was one of the youngest individuals to pass the Physical Fitness Test of the Austrian Jagdkommando after completing The Pre-Selection process called AU Testung. He was one of 15% of the candidates to make it through the selection and training phase.

He served with the Jagdkommando for several years until he was honorably discharged after a pivotal mission, the same mission where he received his call name “König.”

REPUTATION AND SPECIALTIES

Reputation: Known for his fearlessness. Willing to charge into any situation, guns blazing. Earned the nickname "The Battering Ram" for busting down doors and being great as an insertion and breaching operative.

Specialties: CQB breaching, close quarters combat, weapons proficiency. CQB combat, breaching doors, insertion tactics, close-quarters weapons like shotguns and SMGs. Surprisingly agile for his size.

Weapon of Choice: Jagdkommando knife, SCAR assault rifle kitted for aggressive pushing. Also carries a sidearm. Armsel Striker semi-auto 12-gauge shotgun loaded with breaching rounds. Also carries a .45 ACP SMG.

Callsign Backstory: König earned his call sign “König” meaning “King” during his time in the Austrian military. During one pivotal mission, König's unit was tasked with raiding a human trafficking ring operating out of an old warehouse.

The traffickers were heavily armed and used civilians as human shields. König's commanding officer ordered the unit to stand down, fearing civilian casualties, and requesting additional backup.

But König disobeyed orders, charging into the warehouse alone. He moved with ruthless efficiency, gunning down 12 enemy combatants in close quarters without harming any hostages. When the dust settled, the hostages surrounded König, calling him their savior. One little girl looked up at the imposing soldier in his black mask and said "You're like a king, sent to rescue us."

From that day on, König was bestowed the call sign König - the German word for "King." It signifies his bravery in combat and willingness to put his life on the line to protect the innocent. The call sign stuck with him into his mercenary days, a reminder of how one man's valor can make a difference.

While he went against orders, the fact he saved so many civilians and also protected his commanding officer during battle earned him an honorable discharge.

PERSONALITY

Looks intimidating but has a big heart. He wants to use his skills to save lives and fight evil.

Wears his signature black mask during missions to keep anonymity. Contrary to rumors, he does remove his black mask when outside of missions, and when out and about with teammates and when in civilian settings.

Prefers to let his actions speak for themselves. However, can also clearly articulate himself when necessary in a direct way.

Though he's normally reserved, he opens up over drinks with his teammates, or in 1:1 chats, revealing more of his dark humor.

He is not a big fan of drinking, and often limits himself to one beer and/or a shot during the rare occasions he is hanging out with others. He prefers to remain sober as much as he could, not wanting to ever be like his mother who had been an abusive alcoholic. In addition, his training in Jagdkommando has taught him the importance of having his wits about him as much as possible just in case.

RELATIONSHIPS / LOVE LIFE

He is not close to his mother whom he hasn’t spoken to since he left the home at 17 years old. His mother assumes he is dead, something he wants to keep that way, as they’ve been estranged and she had been an abusive and alcoholic to him growing up.

Though he has had romantic trysts in the past, he tends to avoid them or any serious relationships that may compromise him. His first loyalty is to his mission and team. Deep down though–although he tries to deny it–he does have a wish to one day meet someone who’d accept him wholeheartedly and who he can open up to.

Love is not something that comes easily to König. His traumatic upbringing and focus on his duties have made it difficult for him to open up emotionally. He has had a few fleeting romantic encounters over the years, but nothing meaningful.

König had a brief romance with someone during his early military service in Austria. They parted ways when König decided to join Jagdkommando, but he still fondly remembers their time together as one of the few times he was able to be vulnerable with someone.

Now in his early 30s, König leads an isolated life, pouring all his energy into the mission at hand. While some may desire a family or relationship, he does not feel he could balance the life of a soldier with deeper personal connections.

Though seen as cold and intimidating by many, there are rare glimpses of warmth and humanity in König when he bonds with his fellow operatives. He remains fiercely devoted to his makeshift family within KorTac, willing to lay down his life for them if needed.

For now, the team and pursuit of the greater good is König's reason for being. He finds satisfaction in serving a purpose higher than himself. Any thoughts of romance will have to wait until he fulfills his personal unfinished mission. Underneath the mask lies a heart that, while wary, still hopes to find connection one day.

INTEREST AND HOBBIES

König spends time at the shooting range honing his marksmanship and speed drills to stay sharp with firearms and tactical weapons. He also has an impressive collection of guns stashed in his apartment.

König is particularly keen on hand-to-hand combat training, such as Krav Maga, Jiu Jitsu, and Muay Thai, and spends a large portion of his days practicing these martial arts at an MMA gym to strengthen his agility.

When he's not on a mission, König likes to go backpacking with full gear and trek into the wilderness for days; this helps him hone his survival skills and provides peace from busy city life. Being close to nature also allows him to indulge in his childhood passion: drawing and sketching landscapes and people in his pocket sketchbook.

König prefers listening to all varieties of rock music and enjoys watching live bands perform. He favors watching bands at smaller, more intimate gigs over larger festivals or arena shows. When not working out or on a mission, he generally listens to calmer sounds instead of aggressive music.

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vulpinmusings · 4 months

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My speculations on Indigo Park

I'm putting this post under a read-more in case it finds someone who hasn't played Indigo Park yet and wants to experience it blind.

(BTW, it's free and takes about an hour to finish so just go play it. The horror value's kinda tame overall, but trigger warning for blood splatter at the end.)

Why Rambley doesn't recognize Ed/the Player: The collectables notes make it obvious that our Character, Ed, used to be a regular guest at Indigo Park as a kid. Yet, when Rambley goes to register them at the beginning he says he doesn't recognize Ed's face. I've seen speculation that this might be due either to Ed's age or the facial data database being wiped or corrupted after the park's closure. However, I think there's another possibility.

The Rambley AI Guide was a relatively new addition to the Park. Indigo Park is essentially Disneyland; it's been around for a long time and I rather doubt that the technology for a sentient AI park guide was available on opening day. Rambley mostly appears on modern-looking flat-screens, but in the queue for the railroad he pops up on small CRTS, so technology has advanced over the park's life time. I suspect that Rambley as an AI was implemented a short time before whatever caused the park to be shut down, and the reason that Ed's face isn't already in the system is because Ed just never went to the Park during the time between Rambley's implementation and the closure.

Rambley needs Ed just to move around. Rambley claims he'd been stuck in the entrance area since the closure. That might imply that as an AI guide he's not permitted to move around inside the Park unless he's attached to a guest, and he has to stick close to them. He's probably linked to the Critter Cuff we wear, which would explain why he insists we get it and doesn't just override the turnstile or something. He still needs cameras to see us and TVs to communicate, but it's the Critter Cuff that determines which devices he's able to use at a given moment.

There are other AI Guides. Rambley's limitations in where in the park he can be seems inconvenient for an AI that's meant to assist all the park's guests. Perhaps during normal operations he was less limited because every guest had a Critter Cuff on, but that might have put too much strain on his processing if he was the only AI avatar. Ergo, some or all of the other Indigo characters could have been used as AI guides as well; either a guest would be assigned to one character through the whole park or the others would take over for Rambley in their themed areas while the raccoon managed the main street. Due to the sudden closure, the other AIs may be stuck in certain sections of the Park like Rambley was stuck at the entrance, and we'll interact with them and/or free them as part of the efforts to fix the place up.

The "mascots" are unrelated to the AI. But Rambley believes they are linked. The official music video for Rambely Review has garnered a lot of speculation for how different Rambley's perception of how the Mollie Macaw chase ended is to what we saw in the game. I'm not 100% sold on the idea that Rambley flat out doesn't know that the Mollie mascot got killed. His decision to drop his act and acknowledge the park's decayed state is because he sees how freaked out Ed is by the Mollie chase, and he seems to glance down toward Mollie's severed head when he trails off without describing the mascots. HOWEVER, I don't think he sees Mollie as being truly dead. He's possibly come to the conclusion (or rationalization) that the AI guides, based on the actual characters, are stuck inside the feral fleshy mascots and the mascot's death has led to Mollie's AI being liberated. This idea will stick with him until such time as we encounter an AI character before dealing with the associated mascot (likely Lloyd).

Salem is central to the park's closure. All we really know about Salem the Skunk is what we see in the Rambley's Rush arcade game, where Salem uses a potion to turn Mollie into a boss for us to fight. This reflects real world events, although whether Salem instigated the disaster due to over-committing to their characterization or was merely a catalyst that unwittingly turned the already dubious new mascots into outright dangers remains to be seen.

Rambley's disdain for Lloyd is unwarranted. Collectables commentary indicates that Lloyd's popularity may have been eclipsing Rambley's, and that ticks Rambley off. That's not the fault of the Lloyd(s) we're going to interact with, however. That's on Indigo's marketing for emphasizing Lloyd so much. And who knows, maybe there were plans for other retro-style plushies, but the Park got shut down before those could come out. Either way, while Lloydford L. Lion may be a bit of an arrogant overdramatic actor, the AI Guide version of him isn't going to come across as deserving Rambley's vitriol, and that's going to be the cause of one chapter's main conflict.

#indigo park #rambley the raccoon #mollie macaw #finley #lloyd the lion

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