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Part of the Iridescence Fictional Universe Locked & Loaded Series

Dave York x Psychic f!Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3.4K

Series Summary: Dave York, retired military sniper and FBMI analyst, is tasked to join and co-lead a new field team with his psychic boss dedicated to combating the rising threat of undead threats in the outer rim of Se'Kvia. The team defies orders to find and eliminate the source of the threat and must run from their enemies and the agency to see their mission through. Warnings: Bad fight scenes, reader is a badass, Dave's team is awesome, someone has the feels

Revenants weren’t just able to show up wherever they damn well wanted, but the only person that you knew of in Se’Kvia who could even use any sort of Death magic didn’t even know how to put a spirit to rest since she had only just begun learning the proper use of her abilities. You couldn’t help but cast another look at your bandaged leg, even with three healing specialists looking at the injury it was not closing and would start to fester if you didn’t use the salve given to you by the doctors from the local hospital.

The absolute worst case scenario would be a scorching salve made with dragon’s blood, voluntarily donated of course, which would not only burn the wound closed but also destroy whatever was prevented coagulation.

Instead of going back you chose to stay at the bed and breakfast, acting as research and communication while the four men on your team worked to look for any evidence of a portal as well as return the restless spirits to the Ether where they belonged until the Consortium’s back up could make it here. Looking over the history of the town once more, not noticing anything too out of the ordinary, you started to dig into what caused it to get deserted by the residents.

Mentions of weird noises at night in people’s homes, pets going missing, and even a child going missing had led to the Council to evacuate the entire area but no reason behind any of it had been found. The homes weren’t built on an area that had been too badly ravaged by the Elder War, there hadn’t been any one event that happened before the reports began cropping up, so you were well and truly just stumped. No mass graveyards hidden under the streets, no major magical mishaps, and that was probably worse to learn than actually finding a possible cause.

“Ma’am? There’s someone here to see you.” Ethrey tapped on the door and fluttered into the room, you’d left it open since all you were doing was research, and the sylph perched on the edge of the dresser with a bow. Walking through that door was a man you hadn’t expected to see again, Juan Badillo offered a sympathy laden look before thanking Ethrey and then moving to sit closer to the foot of the bed.

“Been awhile, Asphodel.” The old nickname was one you couldn’t run from, the letters branded inside your mouth just below your bottom lip even, and your tongue traced the scars reflexively. The ones that nobody would see, that you hadn’t allowed anyone to know about just as ordered, and not even Juan knew about their existence. His brother Liam hadn’t ever told him, not wanting to reveal the true depth of what the Ostrean government was willing to do to their people, sometimes it was best for people to be ignorant.

David had his bullseye and you had your brand.

“That’s certainly true, Juan, you look well. Were you sent in regards to the Revenant?” He nodded and you watched him immediately grab his bag, pulling old hard copies -in some cases more essential than digital- of what appeared to be spell books and rune pages.

“Yes, I also have a… theory in regards to your leg wound. The healers said there was both Death and Blood magic residue, which is what seems to be keeping it from healing, so I called in a favor. Figured that if anyone can fix it the answer would be a vampire, yeah?” Now you looked up, lingering just outside the doorway was a woman that must have been a Sidhe when alive if the other appearance of her was an indicator. Large dark eyes stared at you, even the whites of them were black, with white and silver spots almost like stars and no visible iris or pupil.

“Come in, please.” The vampire dipped her head once, stepping into the room, and your throat tightened at how tall she was. You’d been around your fair share of intimidating women before but the reaction was still the same, her sleek and straight hair was and the poise contrasted the apple green shade of the strands. Even without looking hulking in musculature it was the way she held herself, chin high and eyes clear and forward, mouth set in a straight line with a serious visage that honestly made you wonder what she was thinking.

You honestly didn’t know if you were intimidated or aroused, or both, but she clearly did as her bright red painted lips lifted into a smile.

“Call me Lottie, may I look at your leg?” You nodded and slipped your leg out from under the blankets, the bandages were starting to itch since the salve coating the inside was starting to dry and you hissed at the slight tug on the injury as Lottie began to remove them. The wound hadn’t changed at least and Lottie hummed as she looked right at you before carefully cleaning the salve away from the lowest portion of the wound, using her thumb to gather and taste the blood. You realized after a moment that it was her way of determining where the infection was, if it was in your skin or muscle or blood; isolating the source.

“Is it bad?” You could see her rolling her tongue around her mouth as if she were tasting some sort of an alcohol, which was kind of the case but still a weird thing to think about. You weren’t exactly liking that your brain was comparing you to a juice box right now.

“The infection is not in your blood, likely in the muscle, so unless you want to be stuck on antibiotics for weeks you are going to have to either carve the infected tissue out or use the scorching salve to burn it out at a magic level. I can hold you still, but the longer you let this sit the higher chance you have that it migrates. No blood magic or low grade healing spells will salvage this.” Not the diagnosis you wanted, really, but you couldn’t exactly change it. A low tap at the door made you turn to see David and the team, they looked uncomfortable seeing two strangers in your room but filed in anyway as you pointed to the bench seat near the window and the two chairs.

“Agent Badillo, can you prep the scorching slave?” You glanced at Juan, who was looking at David, and realized belatedly they looked similar -with David looking a little more worn from his life- but he nodded at your request and reached into the locked case to grab the emergency treatment. Lottie shifted so she was able to hold your leg perfectly still, making you bite back a whimper, and Juan slipped on the scale hide gloves before you barely managed to grab your leather belt.

The sound of hissing, the smell of burning skin, and your poorly muffled screech were consuming; you were thrashing but Lottie had no issues holding your leg perfectly still, tears burned at your eyes and trailed down your face and large hands caught yours as David pressed his forehead against your own and stopped you from nearly swatting the vampire and Juan. It was so fucking painful, you’d expected it to hurt but not like this, and sweat began to bead across your skin as the smell got worse as the magic properties of the dragon’s blood began to focus strictly on the lingering magic in your body.

What could have been hours, what could have been minutes, passed and left you breathless with a searing pain that made your limbs tremble. David blinked back at you as your breathing began to even out, as you finally opened your eyes, and you felt exhausted; letting yourself go limp since you didn’t even have the energy to tense up.

“You need to rest.” Lottie’s eyes were gleaming and her voice sounded hypnotic, sweet and syrupy, and your mind seemed to go fuzzy before you realized she’d compulsed you into going to sleep.

You almost cursed her but your heavy eyelids made you fall out of consciousness before you could.

Dave watched the vampire use the green plant salve on the horrific scar seared into your skin, his nose still burned from the smell and he knew he would never be able to shake the image of your pained expression if he tried. Ari’s jaw was tight, Kovac looked like he was going to lose his lunch, and Reznik was looking at the FBMI agent and the vampire with his hand resting on the grip of his silver knife.

“I’m impressed, for a human she endured that better than I expected.” The comment was made so damn calmly by the vampire that Dave’s nostrils flared a little, as a general rule he gave most magic-born and vamps the benefit of the doubt when it came to how sturdy they thought humans were, but it rubbed him the wrong way that anyone would think you were weak or lesser because you were a human psychic.

“Asphodel is a lot sturdier than she looks, human or not, Lottie. Now, these are the documents we were able to uncover in regards to our current information on Revenants.” Dave took the hard files, making sure not to grip the paper too tightly, and locked eyes with Badillo while nodding. He could see from the still present fire of arrogance on the man’s face that this was someone who had been an FBMI agent his entire career, someone who hadn’t seen the real horrors hidden beneath the illusion of near perfect government handling, someone inexperienced and unaware.

How you knew someone like that Dave wouldn’t even try to piece together, given that you’d been a handler before -like him- it was possible you’d worked with the man on the field.

“Lottie and I are going to get the mobile unit set up just outside the town, we’ll do a night patrol, so meet up at oh-six-hundred for information hand-off?” Dave nodded and the two left the room, though Badillo glanced back at your sleeping form, and only when he was sure they were gone did he nod at Art; the man grabbed the crystal from his jacket and circled the room, it would detect magic or technological bugs of any kind. Only once he was certain the room was clean did Dave close the door to activate the privacy spell, leaving him to face the other three men as you slept.

“Thousand dollars that they have more detailed information, so they can swoop in and figure out the problem.” Kovac’s bet was bad, all three men knew how the other field agents operated, and even if it was someone who knew you Dave had no doubt those two would somehow find signs of how the Revenant got here onto this plane. They had successfully put you out of continuing field work, since there was no way in hell you’d be able to use that leg for at least a week, and his fist squeezed tightly at the situation.

“Guess we’ll have to investigate their mobile unit.” Reznik stood up at Dave’s comment and opened one of the cases, grabbing what looked like a normal baseball cap, and as he traded it out with the one on his head Dave watched him disappear. Reznik, despite his large frame, was a trained stealth operative just like the rest of them and one of the lightest on his feet; he slipped out of the room and Dave looked over at Ari and Kovac.

“Compare these runes to the ones in that shipping container house, if they’re similar then that’ll give us a good head start.” The pages of runes and what they did were handed over to the two men, Dave grabbed your work laptop since you’d been looking into the history of the town.

Silence as they worked, only sharing a few comments here and there, wasn’t abnormal and Dave glanced at you again. You wouldn’t be able to walk on that leg, likely needing help into the bathroom at the least and help with showering at the most, and Dave knew that after his display holding you down the other three were likely already suspecting the blurred lines in your relationship. He would have to turn over the responsibility to care for you to one of the others, especially since he was the one in charge if you were out of commission, and Dave hated the ugly stab of annoyance at the idea of one of the others seeing you like he did.

He had no right to feel possessive, this thing between you and him was just about mutual satisfaction, it wasn’t a romantic relationship. Reznik returned within two hours and handed over a larger file, more detailed information and copies of redacted historical accounts wiped from local history books and from the internet. Ari and Kovac joined Reznik in skimming through the hard copies of the runes while Dave took over the history and his jaw tightened with each new secret revealed.

“There was a cult that operated out of Gloamview, they went undetected for decades since they were human psychics and not actively using magic, but they were praying, they were believing, and in doing so they deified a fucking Harvester.” The lesser demons known as Harvesters were only meant to gather the souls of the newly deceased, they lived in a realm of shadows that wasn’t the Ether or Iocrethran. With a Harvester becoming deified he had begun looking for live sacrifices, the evacuation of the town led him to turn on his own followers, and Dave had a feeling this was how a Revenant had gotten loose.

“So we have a lesser demon turned God on the loose, connected to the dead, and there’s a baby-faced FBMI agent with his vampire partner out there as the only ones in the field?” Kovac’s very brief summary led all three men into action, Dave paused after they filed out to glance at you, and then he was activating the locking spell as he closed the door behind him and followed the other two out to the SUV. If they were right then the thing would be more active now that it was night, the town’s supernatural problem as a whole would be worse, and he took the pouch of herbs that Ari handed him and slipped it into his pocket.

Old school protection charms were good enough for normal ghosts, at least.

You were going to murder all of them.

Waking up alone had been terrifying, waking up alone and locked in your room had been worse, and then you’d gone through the entire evidence folder and realized what sort of supernatural bullshit your team was facing and now you were ready to give all five FBMI operatives out there the bitch fit of a century. Juan was not going to hear the end of it for trying to hide necessary documents from you or your team. Redacted information or not you’d been given access the second you were assigned to this job, and he knew it.

Limping over to your bag was enough to make you sweat, your leg muscles destroyed because of the scorching salve, but you didn’t have a choice. Not a single one of them was equipped to handle a damn Harvester, deified or not, and you grabbed the Bacta syringe and stared at the liquid drug for a long moment. It was a miracle potion that would let you get out there and do your job, of course, but you had ten hours tops before you went loopy and passed out from how much you would need to heal your leg.

Revealing that you’d brought the very potent -very illegal outside strict medical handling- drug was not something you wanted to do, which was why you’d opted to use the scorching salve in the first place. You removed the cap on the needle and gave yourself the shot before you could continue hesitating, the immediate effect was numbing the pain in your leg and allowing you to move around the room freely -albeit slower- and get yourself ready to retrieve your idiots.

Ethrey and Cinnelan would stop you if you tried to leave through the front so, carefully, you used the window and shut it behind you after gearing up. Your leg still ached but it wasn’t nearly as bad as when you’d been injured or when you’d woken up, hell it wasn’t as bad as when Juan had used that damn salve on you. The SUV was gone, like you suspected, but you had a backup. When you’d gone out to the site earlier you had made sure to slap a single-use gate charm into the doorway of the building you’d fought the Revenant of, which you kept a fair stock of thanks to knowing a rune binder, so it was as easy as grabbing the corresponding sheet of enchanted paper and drawing the last symbol on the center rune to activate the spell.

The pulling sensation was sickening, you didn’t travel through the portals much -if at all- anymore, and your feet landed hard on the concrete; a look around showed the it seemed empty at a glance. But you could hear the distant, yet not, sound of death rattle and followed it to the abandoned community center up the road just in time to see Reznik get thrown by the Harvester and collide with Juan in a tumble as the latter was unable to get out of the way in time.

Ari was trying to hastily draw up a circle, with Kovac assisting, but the Harvester kept phasing in and out of places making it impossible to pin down. You reached into your belt and grabbed a handful of runic sutras that had been made and charged well in advance, while your psychic powers couldn’t amplify their power the way true magic born could it was enough to activate them, and with a soft exhale you opened your senses. You were prepared for the influx of noise from the lingering spirits, the deep chanting of prayer however was the clear reason this Harvester had stayed so strong and was still a Deity.

You dove into the building and went right for the first chanting spirit, the sutra crackling as it banished the spirit at the first contact, and you heard the outraged wail of the demon behind you. A large body collided with yours and David’s breathing was loud in your ear, the Harvester was dragged away by Reznik and Lottie together and you were scrambling back to your feet.

“How the hell are you-“

“Bacta shot. I’ve got to banish the rest of his followers, cover me.”

David’s expression went dark, he knew just how risky Bacta use was in a liquid dose and you suspected he was going to try and tell you off when this was done. But for now he nodded and you began to make your way around the building with him at your back, using silver bullets to pin down the Harvester whenever you found a new spirit, and each blow to the lesser demon’s power made it more and more desperate. Walls were collapsed as it attempted to target you, as it tried to focus its efforts solely on stopping you, and Lottie barely managed to save you from the nasty tumble down the basement stairs.

You found the last spirit hidden in what looked like it had been a pottery kiln, turned into a grave by the looks of things, but Dave’s shout of alarm was drowned out by the death rattle before you were swatted into one of the support beams scattered across the room. The ache in your chest was muted because of the liquid Bacta, it was still very present in your blood stream and healing you as you went, but the more you got injured and the more you ran around meant it was being processed faster.

Everyone had been forced downstairs, since this was where you were, and the Harvester eyed all of you as you surrounded it; the lesser demon was hunchbacked, its beady eyes focusing on you, but before you could even start to prep its banishment a lot of spiritual noise kicked up and you reeled back from how badly it hurt. David reached out to steady you and in the cacophony of sound you heard chanting, barely looking up in time to see a void of darkness engulf the deity and leaving the entire place empty. Your head throbbed and David maybe had a second’s notice before your eyes drooped and you blacked out again.

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