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ultimatelytired · 4 months ago

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Lullaby

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Fandom: Poppy Playtime Pairing: N/A Pronouns: She/Her Relationship: Familial Occupation: Caretaker Ability: Ballerina Music Box

The character takes the appearance of a beautifully crafted music box ballerina figurine made of the toughest porcelain and glass, their clothes made from real fabric that is soft to touch and hair so smooth and silky you'd mistake it for real hair. Attached to their back is a wind up key that continuously spins when they're active and stops when they switch off. If the key is removed they cease to operate until key is returned and they are wound up again. Before CatNap, the character was the one to put the children to sleep with their built-in music box that would constantly be updated with new songs to play to help ease the children to sleep.

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[F/N]: Female Name

Warnings: spoilers for chapter 4 and those who haven't played the game, blood, death and all that shit.

"Lullaby" pt. 2, pt.3

bound to be mistakes that I was too lazy to find or fix.

that is all.

This beautiful ballerina is what every little girl dreams to be! Each doll sold plays a different song when you wind her key and her articulated, posable body in shimmery outfits add to storytelling. This doll is ready and waiting to be taken home to sing and dance for your little girl, all day, every day, forever and ever!

She is your best friend, Ballade Ballerina!

Subject: 1179

Original Procedure Date: 11/90

Behavior:

Assigned to Home Sweet Home within the Playcare, it acts as a motherly figure towards the children with a "warm" and "caring" attitude. That attitude switches off around the staff and it acts "cold" and "unresponsive" but will do as it's told when given orders. This was one of the few experiments that had their cognitive thinking intact instead becoming one of those mindless individuals.

Much like it's predecessors, while also maintaining the ability to think and respond, it acts as a bodyguard and or security that monitors the children when it's lights out. Nothing seems to get past its watchful eyes while also documenting who comes and goes both Home Sweet Home and the Playcare.

A stage was built into Home Sweet Home where it resides while its built-in music box would play lullabies to help put the children to sleep or when they're stressed it would help calm them down, however, it roams around during the "day" and interacts with the children.

While their temperament becomes apathetic around the regular employees, it becomes more nervous and prone to aggression around the scientists but what intrigues me the most is how it acts around me. Sometimes it would shut down completely when in my presence but is obedient to any order I give it, going so far as to drop any other previous order to complete a task I give it.

Conclusion:

Have it remain within Home Sweet Home for further monitoring.

Subject 1179 is one of the more successful Bigger Bodies that thinks, acts and listens while it can go unmonitored and it won't act out or misbehave.

Signature: Dr. Harley Swayer

"Hey, wind up the key already."

"Just... give me a sec, alright. This thing is so hard to turn!" two human employees struggled to turn the wind up key attached to the back of a giant four meter tall ballerina figurine doll, the coiled spring within its body needing to be tightened enough to function throughout the day. The two let out a breath of relief when it finally clicked into place and the third took a step back just as the figurine sparked to life, she sat on her knees with her head in a bowed position but when she turned on she slowly sat up with her eyes blinking to life.

"Good, you're awake." a yawn escaped her lips as she stretched her arms above her head, she looked down at the human in front of her when they snapped their fingers in front of her "Ballade, state your tasks for today." her face, made of the finest but toughest porcelain, held little to no emotion as she continued to stare the human down.

"Wait for the children to wake. Help the children get ready for the day. Entertain the children as the day progresses. Assist the Smiling Critters if needed. Abide by the orders the employees give. When the children--" she stops when they held a hand up to her, their other hand pinching the bridge of their nose in mild irritation.

"Okay, okay, that's enough. I hate doing this." one of the other employees places a hand on their shoulder.

"It's standard procedure, pal. We've got to ask so we know that she knows her daily duties and tasks. If anything is amiss we've got to report to Dr. Sawyer." the three of them shudder, missing how Ballade twitched at the mention of the doctor "You know how he is, that freak."

"Yeah, and besides, we're lucky that we're around one of the few toys whose first thought isn't to bite our heads off." at that comment, they peak up at Ballade and saw how she just continued to stare at them, eyes unnervingly not breaking contact with the three of them as they spoke "Let's not take our chances though." they step off her stage and draw the curtains.

"You know what you're supposed to do." she nods and they leave, she lets out another yawn before finally standing to her feet and waiting for her cue. She laced her fingers together as she stretched her arms and legs, not that she needed to, and got into position at the sound of the soft pitter patter that was the children's footsteps along with more heavier footsteps of the Smiling Critters.

"Haha, alright children. Now that you're all awake, let's help wake up our last friend! You all remember what to do, right?" the voice chuckles softly when the children nod their heads enthusiastically "Alright. One, two, three... oh, Miss Ballade~ rise and shine!"

"Rise and shine, Miss Ballade!" a silence washes over them when nothing happened.

"I think we need to be a little louder, one more time children. Oh, Miss Ballade~"

"Rise and shine!" they hear the sound of soft laughter as a melody starts to play from behind the curtain, they all cheer when the curtain is thrown open and Ballade steps out with a bright smile on her face.

"Good morning children! Thank you for waking me, I really needed that. So, kids, are you all ready for breakfast? Let's find Picky Piggy, I'm sure she's fixed you all something to eat!" at the mention of food a few children scatter to the dining hall, and a few other children lingered around and waited for Ballade "Remember kids, with a healthy diet and enough practice, you just might be able to be like me one day." she says as she takes a step off her stage while reaching for one of the children.

"Really? Can I become a ballerina like you when I grow up?" a genuine smile spreads across her porcelain face as she picks the little girl up and holds her up, the girl starts to laugh when Ballade nuzzles her nose against hers.

"Of course, when you believe in yourself, anything is possible." a laugh escapes her lips when the little girl wraps her arms around her neck and hugs her, she grunts when another pair of arms wraps around her and pulls her into a hug. She pursed her lips and looked down at DogDay, whose already permanent smile stretched wider while his tail wagged when she managed to free her hand to gently caress the back of his head "Good morning to you too, DogDay." he giggled softly.

"Good morning, Miss Ballade." she happily greets the other Smiling Critters, who were rounding up the leftover children, and form a line so no child is left out during breakfast. DogDay was leading them with Ballade, who was ultimately the tallest toy within the Playcare, was the last in line while Hoppy, Kickin and Bubba were mixed in with the children. As they made their way to the dining hall, Ballade was singing different nursery rhymes with the children and Smiling Critters joining in happily to keep them entertained "Who's hungry?"

"We are!" DogDay smiles as he steps to the side and gestures for the children to take a seat in the dining hall, where Picky was setting up the food.

"Well, go take a seat and Picky will serve you right up!" Ballade takes a step back and watches as the children take their seats, whether it be with their friends or by themselves, even the Smiling Critters take their designated seats "Miss Ballade, join us." DogDay says, Bobby smiles warmly as she gestures for Ballade to sit with them.

"Yes, join us!" she gently shakes her head.

"Perhaps later, we are still missing a face." this caused DogDay to look around and notice who exactly was missing.

"Drats, he must have gone back to sleep. Allow me to--" she raises her hand.

"I shall retrieve him, it will be no hassle. Besides, he listens to me." DogDay's ears lowered as a soft whine escaped him, she gave him a comforting smile as she gently patted his head "Do not worry, friend. I will make sure he comes down to join us for breakfast." he nodded, albeit reluctantly.

"Alright." another whine leaves him when both her hands pinch at his cheeks and start stretching them, this caused the children to laugh when DogDay grabbed her by her wrists to stop her "Okay, okay!" she lets go and chuckles when he was rubbing his cheeks, Crafty and Bubba comforting him when he cried softly.

"Good, I'll be back with him in toe." she pats his head before turning on her heel and leaving.

The Smiling Critters consists of eight members, that being DogDay, Bubba Bubbaphant, Bobby BearHug, CraftyCorn, Hoppy Hopscotch, KickinChicken, Picky Piggy and last by certainly not least CatNap. Ballade was created before the Smiling Critters and is the one in charge of them all, keeping them in line and checking on them as ordered by the Doctor himself. She, of course, knows about the experiments and knows who the children were before they were placed into their Bigger Bodies. They, too, recognized Ballade as the nice caretaker who looked after them when they were still human and trusted her with all their heart. Ballade's stage resided within the main foyer in the center of the room where she would usually sing and dance for the children, as for the Smiling Critters, they generally resided in cells beneath the Playhouse but Miss Stella Greyber thought it would make the children happier if they stayed in Home Sweet Home so Ballade wouldn't have to go far from the children just to check on the Smiling Critters.

That being said...

"CatNap~ I know you're in there." she gently knocks on the door before opening it to find the colossal cat sleeping soundly on his cat bed, she enters the room and closes the door behind her then approaches him. Her hand reached to press gently against his head, she smiled fondly when a purr rumbled out of his throat and she continued to stroke his head as she knelt down on her knees "It's time to eat, Theo." she spoke softly, she tilts her head to the side and saw that his eyes opened.

"I'm not hungry..." she frowned.

"I see they still haven't fixed your voice box yet." he grunts at her words.

"They don't care about me." he looked up at her when she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on top of his, her cheek rubbing into the top of his head.

"But I do, and I wish I could help you." her eyes trailed down his body and winced when she saw his skeletal figure "And I wish for you to join us for breakfast, my boy. The others are waiting for us to join them, so we mustn't keep them waiting." he huffed and turned away from her, his tail flicking around in disinterest.

"They're not waiting. They don't care about me either." she pouts but doesn't stop petting him.

"That's not true, they care in their own way. Won't you do this for me, my sweet boy?" it still wasn't enough to convince him, haa, when he gets like this she only has one last thing to resort to "I see, I guess I'll leave you to sleep. But DogDay will be very upset." a subtle smirk stretched across her lips when his ear perked up.

"DogDay...?" she shrugged her shoulders as she removed herself, dusting the skirt of her dress.

"Mm hmm, he was upset that you weren't there to join us for breakfast. I won't pressure you to join us, but I guess Crafty will be the one to keep him company." playing with his feelings like this was cruel but DogDay was CatNap's closest friend where he got pretty jealous when the others got too close to him "I'll tell him you're still sleeping, so sweet dreams my baby~" she's waving him goodbye as she takes her leave and closing the door behind her, she's walking away and quietly counting down from five and the moment she gets to one his door was kicked open. She snickers to herself and stops to wait for him, as she's turning around she notices that he isn't slowing down and before she can do anything to avoid him he crashes into her.

*SLAM*

*THUD*

*CRASH*

"What was that?" DogDay was quick to his feet at the sound of a loud crash, the others quickly settled the children as he and Kickin rushed out to see what it was, only for them to hold back their laughter at the sight. The cause of the sound was CatNap charging into Ballade and the two of them tumbling down the stairs when they reached the bottom Ballade fell face first into the floor with CatNap on top of her, DogDay continued to laugh quietly as he approached them "Are you... alright, Miss Ballade?" he and Kickin burst out into laughter when she answers them with a thumbs up, face still in the floor.

"Sorry, Miss Ballade..." CatNap apologies as he lifts his hand upon realizing his paw was pressed into the back of her head.

"It's alright, my dear boy. You were just excited to eat with your friends." she reassures them that she's alright as they help her to her feet and they return to the dining hall, Ballade had a bright smile on her face at the sight of all her children eating together. Despite the horrors that lie beneath their feet, she could never ask for a better job than thi--

"Ballade." her eyes snap away from the children and see that it was Stella Greyber calling her name, she gestures with her finger for her to come so with one final look at the children she slinks away to see what the Head of Playcare could possibly need from her.

"Miss Greyber, how may I be of assistance today?" a bead of sweat formed on Stella's cheek as she stared up at the figurine, despite the friendly smile on her face, her eyes were void of any emotion as her voice was monotone.

"I need you to accompany me and the other Head Executives for a meeting, we have some guests that I'm worried will act out." she raised a brow.

"Act... out?" her mind thinks back to the other times Stella or the other Head Executives called her out when they were having meetings with especially unruly guests, she slowly nods her head "I understand, Miss Greyber." Stella smiles and claps her hands.

"Splendid, just follow me out." she nods her head but stops and looks to where the Smiling Critters are.

"Oh, CatNap!" she calls out, his head snaps up and looks to where she is, he scowls when he sees Stella but his gaze softens when Ballade smiles "Look after the children for me while I'm gone, hmm? I trust you'll keep them safe." her smile brightened when he nodded, slowly, but he nodded.

"Okay..." she laughs softly and waves the children goodbye when the children bid her goodbye, Kickin and Hoppy pout as they watch Ballade follow Stella out before they all look up at CatNap, who went back to eating his food "... what?"

"How come you're in charge? I thought she'd at least choose DogDay."

"I'm not in charge. She only told me to look after the children..." DogDay nods.

"Yeah. Besides, he needs more time to hang around the children! Since he visits the doctor more often than us, the children have been missing him and want to spend more time with him! She must have thought of that as to why she chose CatNap to look after the children." Bubba nods.

"I agree, CatNap is becoming quite popular with the children." Bobby giggles softly.

"Sounds to me you're just jealous she chose him and not you two."

"We're not jealous!" Crafty places her hands on their backs to calm them.

"Now, now, no fighting. Miss Ballade wouldn't want us to." CatNap watched as his friends bicker amongst each other as he thought of the real reason Ballade asked him of all the Smiling Critters to look after the children, or rather, watch. The reason she asked him was because he was more capable of guarding them while she was away, she didn't act as just a caretaker to the children, she was also their bodyguard in case guests that were welcomed into the Playcare acted aggressively around the children or staff. She waves at the few children outside Home Sweet Home as well as the Miss Delight teachers as she continues to follow Stella to the Gas Production Zone, and it was the moment she was out of sight that she dropped her friendly demeanor.

The human employees were quick to shuffle away when Stella entered with Ballade trailing close behind, her heavy footsteps echoing throughout the production zone as they stepped onto the lift and had them lowered towards the prison. Stella looked back at Ballade and noticed how she grew nervous as they traversed through the toy graveyard, she was nervous herself but she noticed how the figurine was clasping her hands together as she kept her glass eyes down to avoid looking at the toys. To the people who are unaware, they would think that it was just rejected or ruined toys they were walking by, but to the people who knew the truth... it was better not to think about it for their own sanity.

"You're here, finally!" Leith Pierre, Head of Innovations and owner of Playtime Co., announced when Stella entered the room with Ballade in toe. He was speaking with Stella as Ballade looked around the room and spotted the familiar looking box in the corner of the room, she sighs, so she was on cleanup duty huh? She blinked when Leith was in front of her and snapping his fingers to get her attention, she slowly turned her head to look down at him and saw the irritated expression on his face "Alright, you know what you're to do, hmm? I've got six guests coming down to discuss a couple things when in reality, I'm just going to have you two get rid of them. It's the media that's gotten a little too nosey and I need you to silence them for, well, ever. Got it?" she stared blankly at him then nodded.

"Understood." he gives her that all too familiar smile; fake.

"Terrific! Get into place." she nods once more and takes her place beside the door. Despite being in the lower area of Playtime Co. where a prison was built, the room was nicely decorated with all sorts of toys littered around so it wouldn't be odd to see the popular, life-sized doll of Ballade Ballerina in the room. She takes a breath before holding the first position (a basic ballet position) with a kid-friendly smile on her face, she also temporarily slowed her wind up key so you wouldn't hear it tick as it moved "Okay, bring 'em in."

...

'So boring...' she could feel the yawn building up in her throat but had to fight it down as to not alarm the unsuspecting guests that she was alive and watching their every movement, she had been watching them closely since they stepped foot into the room and would look away when they would glance up at her. The three Head Executives were answering questions their guests were asking and it started off with the usual, she was watching them again but stopped when they gestured to her.

"My little girl has a Ballade doll, I never would have thought you would have made a life size version of her. I've seen the Huggy Wuggy and Kissy Missy ones, but I still can't get over the sheer size of them." Leith laughs at the comment.

"Of course, of course! The children love them, or rather, they love to climb all over them. Our Ballade here is our most delicate one. Unlike Huggy, who's made of fur and fluff, or Mommy, who's made of plastic, she's made of porcelain. She's one of our finest toys and mascots, the children just love her."

"Does she sing too?" Stella nods.

"She does indeed, she has the wind up key and everything but it's a hassle to wind it up because of the technical stuff inside her." the lady deflated a little.

"A pity. Well, anyway, back to the interview." she picks up a stack of papers and then spreads them across the table to reveal a couple photos of the factory, it was a wonder how they managed to capture them when it was against the rules to film or document anything when within the factory, they must have a really good photographer "I am very curious about the many locations within Playtime Co., especially the building we're in now."

"Yes, and by the looks of it, it kind of looks like a... prison?" Eddie M. N. Ritterman, the Head of Research, just let out a laugh.

"A prison? Don't be ridiculous! Why would we, a company known for making toys, build a prison? This place is merely a warehouse for toys that just didn't appeal to the children." that answer didn't really convince the interviewers, not that it mattered, they weren't leaving this room, let alone the building itself "We bring toys that don't make the cut down here so we can brainstorm and see how we can make them better! Down here is where all the "science" happens, you know?" they raise a brow.

"Science?"

"Well, our leading scientist isn't here to give all the boring details about how we run things, but he's what makes the toys come to life! He's the reason why our Ballade here is so lifelike, you see." at this comment one of the interviewers stood up and looked at Ballade closely.

"Now that you mention it, it's almost as if her eyes are following me..." he murmured to himself and started moving side to side to see if she was really watching them, the three Executives watch Ballade's eyes closely and saw that she managed to not look at him and when the others saw this as well he was quickly yanked back into his seat.

"Stop that, you're making yourself look like a fool." they whisper sharply.

"But I swear we're being watched." Leith chuckles at that.

"You can thank our security for that! We pride ourselves in our security to make any intruders as uncomfortable as possible." that comment caused them to grow a little nervous, Eddie laughed when he could feel the rise of tension because of Leith's words.

"What Leith is trying to say is that with our security, anyone that trespasses onto Playtime Co. property without proper invitation, well, they better hope that the silent alarm that goes off is the only thing they should be worrying about." this caused the lot of them to shrink a little, the staff hadn't realized that this man came onto the property multiple times disguised as a guest to take photos but he didn't go unrecognized by Huggy and Mommy, the mascots who were the security for the main entrance and Game Stop of Playtime Co.

"Mister Pierre, sir, we didn't mean--" Stella winced and looked away when Eddie raised his hand to stop them. Eddie's eyes narrowed as they all looked at how their guests shrank under his gaze.

"Now, there's no need to apologize. I must say, you got some really good shots of our factory. I should thank you, clearly we need to update our human security since they failed to check if anyone was carrying a camera when it is prohibited to bring such things into the factory. A hazard, you know? I should get to that right away!" he stands to his feet and readjusts his blazer "I'll be sure to have our security take care of things." Stella and Eddie follow close behind as they leave the room, closing the door behind them and leaving the six people in there.

"Great! They're probably going to call the police."

"They're going to have us barred from entering the property."

"I'm more surprised they didn't confiscate the photos."

"He said that security was going to "take care of things", or whatever that means."

"Think we can just leave?"

"Yeah, and find the exit through this maze? I think it'd be better to wait for security." they start discussing what they should do when they hear a subtle ticking sound, they look over and see that it was coming from the Ballade Ballerina figurine "Is it... ticking?" one of them asked as they approached her, looking her up and down and noticing how her wind up key was turning.

"Is she on or something?" they jumped when the box in the corner of the room started making a noise, the crank on the jack-in-the-box turning on its own and playing its familiar tune, creeping them out even further "Is it automatic or something."

"Shut it off if it freaks you out so much." a few of them approach the box while the others paced the room.

"All around the cobbler's bench..." the man in front of Ballade whipped his head up at her when she started singing, the room fell into silence when both she and the box started playing "Pop goes the Weasel", Ballade sang it slowly with an eerie and dull expression on her face "The monkey chased the weasel..." the woman pacing the room shook her head.

"Why is she singing?"

"Is she supposed to sing that slow?"

"The monkey thought 'twas all in fun..." the man in front of her shook his head as he approached the door.

"Fuck this." he rushes for the door and grabs the doorknob, he's in the process of yanking it open when a large hand slams it shut. He stares at the hand that is bigger than his head before slowly looking up to see Ballade staring down at him, his breath hitches when she stares him straight in the eyes.

"Pop goes the weasel." the room is filled with screams when her hand grabs him by the neck and closes around it, promptly snapping his neck and killing him on the spot. What followed next was the sound of blood-curdling screams and cries for help, yet their pleas fell to deaf ears as they were killed like cattle in a slaughterhouse. When the room fell quiet, Leith peeked inside and smirked softly at the sight of Ballade feeding Boxy Boo the dead interviewers one by one, well, the interviewers who weren't already half-eaten by the gluttonous toy. He whistled softly when he saw a few holes in the concrete walls, she was quite the masterpiece, he had to admit. Despite being a porcelain doll that is normally very fragile, the doctor had constructed her body with the finest but toughest porcelain he could find. She acted as not only the security for Playcare, she was essentially a bodyguard for the three Head Executives as well as extra muscle for cleaning up dead bodies "Open wide, Boxy." she cooed as she held a dismembered torso in her hands and dangled it above him, a faint smile graced her lips when he obliged and opened as wide as he could and she dropped it into his mouth.

"Haha, well done!" she didn't pay Leith any mind as she continued to feed Boxy "We'll have the Specialist mop up all the blood, and Ballade? Don't forget to clean yourself up." at the mention of that, she looked down at herself and saw the blood dripping down her fine china.

"We're lucky porcelain doesn't stain easily, or else it'd be a pain to explain why she's been dyed red." Eddie comments, Stella sighs softly.

"Well, she does get the most maintenance out of all the toys. She requires a lot of cleaning or else she'll fall apart." Ballade let out an oh when she felt Boxy nudge her side, she looked down at him and saw that he was licking the blood off her fingertips. Experiment 1160, better known as Boxy Boo, was the first experiment from the Bigger Bodies Initiative that was a success but unlike her, he was violent and gluttonous with his purpose being the disposing of lower-ended employees aware of the Initiative. While her main purpose was to look after the children within Playcare, she also helped Boxy Boo and the Specialist deal with "clean-up duty" and because of that, she was constantly around him since she was the only one who could control him. Due to that, Boxy Boo was more like a dog around her since she treated him nicely.

"Clean up the rest of the bodies then you can go back to Playcare after returning Boxy Boo to his cell." she nods her head.

"Yes, sir." she has to hold Boxy Boo's head down to stop him from lunging towards Leith, who approached her knowing that she would keep him safe from the ravenous toy, just to pat her on the arm.

"Good girl." she just huffed softly. It only takes a couple minutes for Ballade to feed the last of the bodies to Boxy before he's tuckered out and slinking back into his box, she's caressing the top of it and cooing sweet nothings to him until he falls asleep. He too was once a child, she wasn't going to treat him like a savage just because he'd lost himself to this experiment, she had a role as a caretaker and she was going to fulfill it no matter what.

"Goodbye, Boxy Boo. I'm sure I'll see you soon." she says as she pats his head, he whines softly but lets her go nonetheless. She exits the room and is escorted back to the Playcare by a few prison guards, she smacks their hands off her when they grab her and practically growls at them not to do it again. She doesn't really get in trouble for killing any of the employees, Leith prefers it because it's fewer people to pay wages to, he practically encourages it and the humans all know it. Ballade double checks she'd gotten all the blood off of her before finally stepping back into Playcare, it was easy for her to lie to the children about her whereabouts and why she was gone as it was the breathe. Sometimes she felt guilty for lying to their faces but it was better for them not to know; it was better for them to remain unaware that she was a stone-cold killer who was more than capable of killing them.

"Come on, Miss Ballade! We made something for you." she gasped softly, placing a hand on her chest.

"For me? You shouldn't have." she'd been led by the hand of a few children towards the playground close to the schoolhouse where they showed her small drawings they made "What's this?" they laughed softly.

"Miss Delight told us to draw something that makes us happy, so I drew you!"

"Me too!"

"I did too!"

"Miss CraftyCorn helped me with mine." Ballade took each of their drawings and looked at them closely, making sure to look at each detail "Do you like them, Miss Ballade?" she smiled fondly at the drawings before placing her hands on their heads one by one, snickering softly when she messed with their hair.

"I love them. It warms my heart to know that I make you happy." she pats their backs when they hug her legs "Now come, let's go join the others. I hear you guys are playing hide and go seek." they gasp in anticipation, hide and seek was always fun with the Smiling Critters. Ballade sat with CatNap under a tree by Home Sweet Home as they watched the children run around looking for spots to hide, they were too big to participate in hiding and though the other Smiling Critters were just as big, they were more capable of hiding than them. CatNap is curled up behind her as she lets her body rest against his, her hand gently stroking his head while his tail thumped gently on the ground.

"Thank you for looking after the children, CatNap. Did anything happen while I was away?" he lets out a soft grunt.

"No. The children were well-behaved." she smiles.

"That's good. Did they give you any trouble?"

"Not really, they mostly bothered DogDay." this caused her to laugh softly and she looked over to where DogDay was and saw him chasing around one of the children he managed to find that was hiding in a bush "He is the favorite one amongst us all."

"With his friendly personality, I wouldn't see why anyone wouldn't like him." CatNap huffed at that "But you're still my favorite, I always did love the smell of lavender compared to vanilla." she chuckled when he started purring as he nudged his against her side, she rewarded him by scratching under his chin while pressing a kiss atop of his head, this only intensified the purring. About an hour or so goes by before the game ends and they come to collect the two, only to find them both sleeping soundly in each other's company. Ballade didn't mean to fall asleep, she could technically go days without "sleep" so long as her key kept turning, however, her key had stopped since she was leaning against CatNap and she evidently fell asleep on him. It took Bubba to wind up her key to get her to wake up, and when she did, she apologized for doing so since she promised she'd watch them play.

"CatNap can put just about anybody to sleep!"

"But I didn't expect to see Miss Ballade to fall asleep. She's never one to fall asleep while on duty."

"Perhaps whatever she had to do tuckered her out." no, my key just stopped and I inadvertently fell asleep... but CatNap is very nice to nap around, hence his name. To make up for it, Ballade spends the rest of the day with the girls, and the boys who want to participate, practicing ballet moves. Of course, she only shows them how to do basic moves but shows off her body's flexibility, since her body didn't have bones she could bend and twist her body however she liked. She was by no means like Mommy Longlegs, who could manipulate her body however she liked, but she could easily fold her body in half with little to no strain.

"Am I doing it right, Miss Ballade?" she looked over and saw a little girl trying to perform the pirouette but couldn't quite keep her leg up as she spun nor keep herself from tumbling a little.

"You're quite close, little one, you just need to work on your balance." she kicks at the ground.

"You make it look easy." she chuckled softly.

"I struggled a lot too, it takes years and years of practice. As they say, practice makes perfect. Just don't give up and your efforts will be rewarded." she takes a step back and performs the pirouette once more and does a little bow at the end, she takes a knee and gestures for her to try again "Nobody is going to make fun of you for not getting it on the first go." Ballade, no, [F/N] watched with a fond look as the little girl tried and tried again to stick the landing and was getting there with each attempt she made.

[F/N], that was her name before she became Ballade Ballerina; before she got stuck in a body that she couldn't recognize. She couldn't remember much before her time at Playcare but she did remember that she was older than most of the kids at the orphanage, perhaps that's where she could her motherly tendencies from and why she loved to care for the children, because she knew better than the adults who lied to their faces like they were stupid, but she wasn't stupid. What she could remember was the day when she was chosen, out of all the children who were more eager to be selected, she was the one that was picked and she didn't know how to feel. At the time she was anxious, both at the thought of being with a new family but also leaving the kids she had grown to love, but what choice did she have? Maybe she was happy that she was leaving that underground orphanage to see the sun again, she was excited to feel the wind blow through her hair and to be normal again.

All that happiness was short-lived when she was taken deeper into Playtime Co. to be experimented on by the infamous Doctor Harley Sawyer, that cruel and ruthless man who cared not for her wellbeing but the advancement of science and what he could do. She could almost remember the day she woke up and felt trapped in a body that she just knew wasn't hers, she just felt wrong. Her body no longer felt dense but rather hollow, if she tapped her finger against herself she could hear the way it would make a clinking sound as if two cups came together. Her face felt like it was stuck in place and she couldn't properly express the way she felt, even if she felt herself cry she couldn't even feel the tears that would fall down her cheeks. She felt it was impossible to move, that if she did she would come apart, even still, she could barely bend her knees and elbows and they were stuck in place.

Doctor Harley Sawyer called her his masterpiece, how her body was made from delicate porcelain that he reinforced to make her durable enough to not break easily if she were to suffer enough force or heavy weight to her person. Her body had articulated joints so she could fold and bend her body like a normal person but didn't suffer the strain or pain a human would, she was capable of twisting her limbs in all directions and not feeling a thing. She was practically a machine, she felt like a machine because she had practically lost most of her senses. She couldn't feel anything upon her glass-like skin, taste anything on her artificial tongue, or smell anything through her nose that felt more like decoration on her face. She couldn't eat, she couldn't sleep and if they didn't want to deal with her they could just turn her off by the wind up key on her back that was practically her lifeline. Without it, they could practically turn her off forever and forget about her.

They threatened her with that possibility each time she wouldn't give them the results that they wanted, that if she continued to act up or be difficult they'd throw her away to rot in the prison. That terrified her, she didn't want to be trapped in a cell in a body that felt more like a cage, so she complied and listened. Listening is what granted her freedom, or rather, to leave the lower levels and return to Playcare as Ballade Ballerina, the life-sized music box figurine, to care for and protect the children like she did when she was still human. [F/N] felt herself die each time she would smile at these children, knowing that what she was doing was only going to get them killed and she could do nothing but smile and laugh as they'd be taken, happy that they were chosen like she was... only for their lives to be cut short before it even began.

She was just like those damn adults.

"Miss Ballade?" she blinked when the little girl called her name.

"Oh, y-yes? I'm sorry, I was distracted. Show me again, why don't you?" the girl frowned softly then approached Ballade, taking her hand and squeezing it.

"You don't have to lie, Miss Ballade. I know I'll never be as good as you, so it's fine to tell the truth." her heart ached at her words, and she quickly shook her head and held the little girl's hand within her bigger ones. The few memories she managed to cling to before she became what she is today was that when she was growing up, when she still had a family that loved and cared for her, she wanted to be a ballerina. How ironic, but she remembered when she was young and had that same devastated look on her face when she just couldn't get the basic moves right and was ready to give up.

"No, no. Being as good as me shouldn't be what's on your mind, you've got to be as good as you can be. You won't be as good as me, and that's fine, because you can just be better than me."

"Can I really?" she nods.

"Of course! Because you can continue to grow, while I'll forever be the boring doll who is only good at ballet." she let out an oh when the girl started rocking back and forward.

"I think you're pretty cool for just a boring doll." if she could cry she'd feel her eyes glisten with tears.

"... I really appreciate that. Now come on, show me again. I'll be watching, I promise." she's clapping her hands in encouragement when the girl tries again and again until he finally sticks the landing, she's rewarded with Ballade picking her up and twirling her around with a proud look on her face "See? You did it! Just like I said you would, I am so proud." she caresses her cheek against hers then booped her nose.

"Thank you, Miss Ballade." she says as she wraps her arms around her neck.

"Anything for you." she spends the next half hour performing a couple more moves before the adults tell them that it was time to head back to Home Sweet Home. She allows DogDay and Hoppy to lead the children back into Home Sweet Home where they are separated by gender and brought to separate bathrooms to clean up, she ends up in the kitchen to help Picky sort out dinner while the rest of the Smiling Critters are left to set up the dining hall. She's standing in her usual corner when the children finally arrive with Bobby and Crafty pleading for her to join them at their table, she planned to decline their invitation but was brought over by CatNap nudging her over to them. It felt quite nice to just sit with the Smiling Critters and since she didn't need to eat to sustain herself, she sat quietly with them and would speak every now and then when they spoke to her.

"My favorite part of the day..." CatNap said after dinner was finished and they were all leaving the dining hall.

"Because you get to go back to sleep?" he nods and turns towards the staircase to return to his room, only to be stopped when he is grabbed by a few of the kids and tugged towards Ballade's stage.

"You can't go to sleep yet, CatNap!"

"Miss Ballade's gonna read to us." this caught his attention and he looked to where she was stepping onto her stage after taking a book from one of the kids "You're gonna join us, right? Miss Ballade always makes storytime fun!"

"Come on CatNap, join us."

"It just wouldn't be the same without you." he grumbles softly.

"... alright." they cheer and practically climb all over him when he takes a seat in front of her stage, she smiles when CatNap joins the crowd of children but knows that he is going to sleep through most of the story, not that she minded.

"Okay, kids. Despite having read this story over a thousand times, I'm sure you wouldn't mind hearing it again." she clears her throat then throws her arm out for dramatic flare "The Adventures of the Word Wizard!" they all laugh when she puts on a theatrical performance as she read the book, using different voices for characters and playing her music box for some background noise. She always was good at storytime, able to draw the children in with ease and entertain them, it warmed her heart to see them so invested in a story they had heard time and time again but not get tired of it.

It was one good thing this stupid place had to give her.

"And with his final word, this story has come to an end." the children, including the Smiling Critters, all let out a round of awes that it was over "And now it's time for bed." she laughs when they made more sounds of disappointment, besides Catnap, who stood up and started carrying that were laying on him off to bed.

"Can't we have one more story?"

"Yeah, just one more?" she shakes her head.

"I'm afraid not. Besides, you're all yawning." she closed the book and placed it down as she stepped off her stage and to where the few tired children were sitting, the Smiling Critters gathered the other children and either started carrying them or leading them back to their beds "Sleep is just as important, one should not neglect the need to rest just to continue having fun. I mean, look at CatNap! All he does is sleep and he has fun."

"Then he must be having a lot of fun since he's always sleeping."

"Uh huh, and he must be having the most wonderful dreams because of that. So, why don't we all go to bed so we can dream and have fun while we're asleep? We can always continue the fun tomorrow, it's not like it's going anywhere." that was a lie, she nor the children had no clue whether that would be their last night alive and that thought scared her "Now come, CatNap is ready to help you children to sleep."

"Oh, alright." she scoops them up while grabbing another by the hand to lead them back to their rooms, she's tucking them into bed and pressing kisses onto each of their heads as she passes them. She's mentally counting each child to make sure that all have been returned to bed and that none were missing, the last time she failed a headcount she, well... let's just say she never misses up the headcount anymore.

"Are they all here?" she nods "Whenever you're ready..." she goes through the assortment of songs she had before finally choosing one, the moment CatNap heard her music box start to play he exhaled enough of the red smoke from his mouth to help them doze off but stay awake long enough to hear her sing.

"Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly, lavender's green~" this was CatNap's favorite part of the day, not only did he get to sleep, but he got to help Ballade put all the rowdy children to sleep as he listened to her sing. Before he got put into this body, when he was Theodore Grambell, Ballade was the only one who understood him. He had few friends and preferred keeping it that way because the other children annoyed him, but Ballade was different. Instead of pestering him like the adults would, trying and failing to get him to open up, she would merely sit with him in silence and wait patiently for him. She had a boisterous but calming personality that she could easily switch between depending on who she was interacting with, it was why the children loved her so much; it was why he loved her "Because you love me, dilly, dilly. I will love you~" she looks at CatNap and smiled at him, despite the permanent smile on his face, she could see a crease in his lips that let her know that he was giving her a genuine smile

When her music box struck its final cord and all the children had fallen asleep, she brushed the hair out of one of their eyes as they slept soundly before standing to her feet and going over to CatNap. The back of her hand brushed against his cheek and scratched under his chin as she walked him back to his room, she stayed with him until he fell into a deep slumber and wouldn't notice when she slipped out of his room to check on the other Smiling Critters. She found them all sleeping in their designated rooms and made sure to give them goodnight kisses as well, she had a feeling they would know if she didn't give them one, then went back to roaming the quiet and empty halls of Home Sweet Home.

Since she did not need to sleep, she aimlessly roamed around Playcare for nothing in particular, or that's what it seemed if people weren't aware of why she was stationed in Playcare. Huggy Wuggy was the security for the main lobby, Mommy Longlegs was the security for the Game Station, and Ballade was the security for Playcare. It was rare, very, very rare for someone to trespass onto Playtime Co. property after hours, and nearly impossible to make it past Huggy and Mommy alike to get into Playcare. The only likely situation you could get past those mascots was if you were an employee who knew their way around, but one thing was for sure, you would never make it past Ballade. She knew the entire layout of Playcare as well as the prison below, Leith and the Doctor made sure of that, so no matter where you go, she would always find you. Despite her large stature, she was very nimble on her feet. She was so good at sneaking around that you wouldn't even know she was behind you until she spoke up. The Doctor, Stella and Eddie would constantly make her sneak up on Leith to scare the living daylights out of him, she had to hide behind them when he threatened her with solitary confinement if she kept it up.

Anyways-

"It was almost too easy..." a voice whispered as they explored the Playcare, completely unaware that they were being watched. Ballade didn't bring it up with the three Executives when she noticed after the carnage that there were only five bodies instead of six, how the sixth one got away undetected, she'll never know, but he won't make it far. People were already aware that there was an onsite orphanage within Playtime Co. but as stated before, cameras were not allowed onto the property in case they caught something that would get them into a whole heap of trouble "If I can make it out of this maze, I'll make a fortune out of these photos." he spoke as he entered the Playhouse where he couldn't help but marvel at the sight of the playground with maze-like elements decorated with colorful brick walls and tunnels but it was pretty creepy exploring when there were no lights to illuminate the building, he makes sure to put the flash on before taking photos on his camera.

He takes a couple photos of the dark just to see where he is going, but when he sees the developed photo he is a little startled to see a pair of glowing eyes through the darkness that is staring right at him, he looks back in the direction he took it and takes another photo. He freaks out when the eyes are closer, so he starts walking backward while taking another with each step, he tries to listen for footsteps but can only hear his own as well as his panicked breathing. Whatever he was seeing drew closer and closer, but no matter how hard he tried to catch a glimpse of what was chasing him, he couldn't see past the flash, and through his terror, he accidentally dropped his camera. He's quick to drop to his knees and blindly search for it only to freeze when he feels a soft breeze on his face. With trembling hands, he finds his camera and takes a photo just to set the flash off and sees staring at him through the darkness was Ballade.

"How naughty~ Playtime Co. doesn't take lightly to trespassers." her hand was quick to close around his mouth before he could let out a scream and sound off the alarms, her fingers are digging into his skin as she planned to snap his neck but thinks for a bit "... hmm, the Doctor has stated that he's been wanting a live test subject. Guess you're the lucky one, congratulations." she picks up the camera and drags the poor man down to where Doctor Harley Swayer was, ignoring the confused stares from the prison guards and employees alike as she made her way to his lab while the photographer struggled against her iron-clad grip.

*KNOCK*

"What is it?" Sawyer cocked a brow when he didn't get an answer and the door was opened, usually, he'd yell at anyone who'd interrupt him but was surprised to see Ballade enter the room "My, what brings you here little dancer?" he smirks when he saw the way her body started to tremble, well, that was until he saw her drag in an unknown man.

"I caught an intruder, sir."

"And you're telling me this why?" she bounces on her feet nervously.

"You said you wanted a live test subject, so I brought him thinking you'd want to use him for your research." the man looks up at Sawyer for any sort of help only to be ignored when he lets out a sigh.

"I don't need him for anything, so you can just feed him to Yarnaby." she nods her head.

"Is Yarnaby in his cell?"

"Yes, he is. Close the door on your way out." she nods once more.

"Yes, sir." she let out a breath as she closed the door then looked back down at the man "You have no idea how lucky you are, Mister Intruder. You won't have to suffer at the hands of the Doctor and will get to die a quick death... well, that all depends if Yarnaby has been fed or not." she chuckled softly when she saw the panic flash on his face, poor man should have left when he had the chance. She's back in the prison and tells the guards to open Yarnaby's cell door and when they do she tosses the photographer inside and closes the door so he can't leave.

"Wait, no! Please, let me go! I-I swear I won't publish those photos!" she's in the observation room as she tosses the camera up and down "I don't want to die...!"

"You should have thought of that before you decided that taking pictures was worth more than your life." his body slumped when she shrugged her shoulders "Oh, Yarnaby~" she called out just as the door that kept Yarnaby contained opened up, her expression is indifferent when Yarnaby stepped out and looked up at the man curiously. This lion-like toy is rather adorable with its derpy expression and one would think he was going to play by the way he was tilting his head, that was until his face opened up to reveal his large open mouth hollowed out inside his head with rows of sharp jagged teeth along the outer rim of his mouth. The man couldn't even get a scream out when Yarnaby's mouth closed around his head, spilling his blood all over the window and killing him instantly.

Such a shame, she thought. He had quite a promising future if he had just left Playtime Co. instead of taking a few more pictures, maybe she should have let him go so he could expose the dark secrets this toy factory had but if she didn't kill him, the others surely would have.

"What a shame." she murmured before crushing the camera in her hand and looking back into the cell to see Yarnaby now aimlessly chewing on his torso, she always did find him adorable.

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delimeful · 1 month ago

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a promise softly sung (2)

warnings: severe dehumanization, miscommunication/assumptions, violence and injury, mentions of euthanasia, panic, PTSD, body horror (?)

Remus scanned the extensive fine print on the waiver in front of him with growing glee.

There were a lot of clauses in the addendum section, indicating that either the creature in question had many features that were inherently dangerous, had displayed multiple different methods of attacks, or both.

He really had found a fun new project, this time. His shipmates would be utterly horrified. He couldn’t wait!

The document was fairly straightforward, but he still made sure to check over all of it, keeping an eye out for any bureaucratic nonsense that might have been snuck in. After all, he was insane, not an idiot.

Every few moments, though, he couldn’t help the way his attention would keep turning back to the mystery creature.

Despite the length of time it had apparently been rotting away in this tiny cell, the staff were no closer to identifying the planet or even the specific quadrant it was from, let alone species. Part of it was likely due to the inability to safely interact with the specimen, or note any natural behaviors in such a sterile, contained setting.

Fortunately, that was where Remus came in!

He’d earned himself something of a reputation for both wrangling and rehabilitating creatures that most were too frightened or disgusted to touch, working with them until he could find a suitable home environment or a substitute one that would still provide all the required factors. Nearly half of the intergalactic ecological community may loathe and/or be repulsed by the mere mention of him, but they couldn’t argue with his results!

Though the creature— labeled L-064n by the intake form, though he’d surely come up with something much more creative within the hour— hadn’t seemed particularly perturbed by their presence outside the container beyond a lingering stare, that didn’t necessarily rule out aggression.

After all, they hadn’t so much as properly entered the room yet, so Remus was holding out for further interesting behaviors. He had a feeling about this one, and following his impulses into reckless endangerment had never disappointed him before!

He pressed his biosig stamp against the document with enthusiasm, noting that at his side, the Ampen employee was only growing more and more fluffed up in alarm. Apparently, they’d expected Remus to back down after seeing the extensive clauses in the paperwork.

Unfortunately for them, signing his rights to pursue legal action away was a tried and true tradition for him, no matter how vehemently Janus lectured him about it later. He’d wrestled with paruvian death houndsfor fun. A piddly little list of disclaimers that he might or might not get his head torn clean off was hardly intimidating.

“Alright,” the staff member said, gaze darting over the signature a third time. “I’ll set up the meeting space, then—?”

Remus hummed a denial, already scooting forward to enter the holding cell’s door. “This way is fine! Feel free to use the aerosolized tranqs on us both if things get too out of hand!”

Ignoring their whistle-shriek of protest, he slid easily through the door and into the territory of what he was fairly certain would be his next pet project.

The creature was larger than him, though exactly how much was difficult to tell from its current position curled into a corner. It had dull, opaque skin without any clear exoskeleton or other natural armor, which was pretty rare for fauna that he worked with, and only those four spindly limbs to maneuver with. It had wrapped itself in simple coverings that probably meant the cell temp was a little too low for it, and though there was no dental information on its file, he hadn’t seen the sort of fangs he would expect from a carnivore diet.

Frankly, if it weren’t for the creature’s size and the unsettling, constant eye contact, it wouldn’t have seemed like the sort of beast he’d be called in to work with at all. The dichotomy of threat and harmlessness was intriguing, and Remus couldn’t help the way his tail thumped against the floor as he sidled into the small cellspace.

Immediately, the creature shifted its weight, pushing onto the balls of its feet in one simple, efficient movement. Remus felt an excited hum begin to build in his chest; he’d known that there was still zest left in this guy! It may have put up a good show of monotony, but sure enough, when it came to an unfamiliar presence entering the space, there was a prompt defensive response. Those survival instincts were still present, which meant this was far from a hopeless case.

He took another step forward, slower this time, watching for the moment he’d need to dodge. L-064n’s facial features pinched in a way that was uncannily close to sapient expression, but all of the signals were just slightly… off.

There was something about the narrowed eyes that didn’t read positively, even with the marked resemblance to an Ampen smile. Remus’s mane writhed curiously as he stared with absolutely zero hesitation, trying to pinpoint the difference. It was the angle, he decided, the curve of the eyes less severe without any cheek movement to squish the expression into proper harmless-friendly squint territory.

Perhaps the mockery was intentional, meant to scare off or lure in other species on its origin planet. He made a mental note to repeat the theory aloud once he got his slimy little hands on some fresh data storage chips for his recorder.

Another step forward had him halfway across the space, well over the limit of tolerance for most fauna species that were even remotely territorial over their environments.

Even then, L-064n didn’t make a single sound. Remus’s tail went still, held taut in a gesture of caught interest. He stepped forward again, and again, watching as muscles visibly bunched up at his approach.

There were audible warning signs in most animals, a precursor to violence. Growling, hissing, screeching, rattling, buzzing. Raising one’s voice in a show of force was the first and most basic defense for many fauna, especially mammals.

It was the silent ones that were dangerous. They gave no warning, no cry of alarm. There was only the stillness of waiting and the motion of violence, one after the other.

Remus reached out with his least favorite hand, the intent vague but the gesture clearly meant to touch.

His newest project watched the limb stretch closer, and didn’t make a sound.

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It had been a while since Logan had been honestly thrown by something that had happened to him.

The new alien’s apparent enthusiasm for approaching a strange unidentified alien that all others in the building had scarcely dared to glance at had made the cut for surprising him, even if only briefly.

There were a few moments of reprieve while the odd stranger was talked through some kind of liability paperwork, and Logan took the time to calm the unsettling spark of shock that the declaration had elicited.

He knew better than to read too deeply into things like this. When he’d first been relocated here, he’d eyed nearly every patron and new face with frantic suspicion, waiting for the day that one of them took a single look at him and knew exactly what sort of monster he was.

(Worse, they might know the significance of the small, clearly-marked incision scar on the back of his neck.)

He didn’t dare even mouth the word, for multiple reasons, but he imagined the shape of the syllables in his mind, one after the other: Deathworlder.

Even now, his caution was likely entirely unnecessary. For all that they’d earned an astonishing level of infamy in the greater universe, Humans were apparently utterly unrecognizable to the vast majority of aliens. It was the same now. If that odd stranger had somehow recognized him, their reaction certainly wouldn’t have been to try and get closer.

No, this was simply the space equivalent of an unwise young adult being dared to reach into a zoo exhibit— a reckless attempt to engage with something dangerous for ego or pride or whatever other motivations aliens had for risk-seeking behavior. He’d somehow caught their attention, but he wasn’t at risk of being found out and forced back to a facility like that very first one.

Still, there was no real reason to engage. By the time the unwise stranger had shuffled into the room on surprisingly nimble feet, Logan had already decided to endure the visit with as little reaction as he could manage. He shifted into a more maneuverable crouch, just in case, but didn’t bother moving in any other way as the alien came closer.

And closer.

And then there was a limb being extended toward him, not moving particularly fast but still close enough that it triggered some automatic, primal part of Logan’s mind. Memories of the last few times anyone had grabbed at him flared up uncontrollably, with echoes of the searing pain that always followed.

Without conscious thought, his own arm whipped out and knocked the intrusion away with full reflexive force of the adrenaline that had just spiked through him.

Splat!

Logan, who had recoiled heavily the instant after he’d struck, managed to blink away the sensation of claws dragging down his arms.

In front of him, the stranger stood, an arm still extended.

Only an arm. No fingers or elongated palm remained.

A swift glance to the side revealed the remains of that lime-green hand, now splattered against the floor in a shapeless mound that was leaking a thick, chlorophyll-like substance. He’d… He’d knocked it clean off with one strike.

At the realization, Logan only cringed back further, waiting for the unpleasant pained shrieking of someone who’d just been severely wounded, but none came.

Instead, as he watched, the dripping end of the alien’s arm sealed itself off into a starfish-like point, and the alien retreated with all the hurry of a tortoise wandering across a highway. The stranger seemed entirely unperturbed by the impromptu amputation, tail back to wagging idly as they gave him further space.

His posture, which had grown quite hunched and stiff without him realizing, began to loosen from equal parts disorientation and bewilderment. What was he supposed to think about an encounter like this? He had just signed his own death warrant, hadn’t he? So why did it feel like his reaction was entirely in-line with this new alien’s expectations?

Even after all this time, Logan hated being made a fool of. Eyes narrowed, he pushed himself up to standing, watching as the alien had to tilt their head back at a slightly grotesque angle to follow his progress. If he had to be uncomfortable at the whims of this stranger, he at least wasn’t going to make it easy for them.

The stranger’s whipcord tail wagged even harder. It had to be some sort of threat display, no matter how firmly Logan’s brain was pulling up reference videos of puppies. He braced himself for some sort of lunge, but instead, without breaking eye contact, the stranger trotted over to the pile of goo that had formerly been an appendage and promptly stepped on it.

Logan almost grimaced, recalling at the last moment that showing teeth was a bad idea, but even at the curl of his lips, the stranger maintained their leisurely pace as they sidled back over to the door. There was hardly a trace of the biomatter left behind, which was intriguing enough that Logan’s attention was immediately dragged astray to theorizing on the structural principles one would need to manipulate a body that could apparently be disassembled and reincorporated with more ease than children’s play-doh.

As such, he’d almost fooled himself into believing the bizarre interaction was done and over with, ignoring the faint buzz of the mechanical translator and the much louder scolding whistles from the staff member as they presumably discussed the psychological warfare they’d just waged on Logan for no reason.

Maybe it was some sort of test. If he had passed it, perhaps they’d talk about transferring him to the space equivalent of a no-kill shelter. Even with his life on the line, it was hard to work up to will to care either way.

Huffing, he sank down into a seated position, still eyeing the slight shine left on the floor from the encounter. Enough was enough. He was done uselessly guessing at the indecipherable motives of aliens. He only wanted to think about creative potential nerve structures of invertebrates for the next two weeks at least.

Of course, his life could never be that easy.

The strained silence that had fallen outside the cell caught his ear a mere moment before the staff member, sounding more winded and croaky than he’d ever heard, forced out a familiar phrase, one that had only ever been applied to him once before.

“If you're sure, then… c-congratulations on finding your… your new best friend!”

Inside the cell, Logan jolted back to his feet so quickly that he saw spots. What?!

Outside the cell, the alien that had just unwittingly adopted a Deathworlder as a pet continued to wag their tail with oblivious glee.

#sanders sides fic #humans are deathworlders #ts remus #ts logan #space au #my writing #writing #apss #a promise softly sung #sorry this is late im in the trenches again

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crios31 · 1 year ago

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Chapter 2: Traveling to Japan

Story building and smut (Cunnilingus, cowgirl, creampie, doggy style)

Lenght 2700 words

You are at the airport and it’s finally time to board your plane to Japan with Wendy for a new chapter of your life.

“Take care of each other over there.” Says your mother, hugging both of you. “Ah, I almost forgot, it’s the file concerning the scholarship program plus some other things that I deemed useful.” She releases her hug before giving you the files which you put in your backpack. “Thanks mom.”

“Say hello to everyone on our behalf.” asks your father when it’s his turn to hug you.

Your goodbyes now done, you board the plane , waving one last time to your parents on the way. Inside the plane, you both go to your place in first class and follow the instructions of the crew before the take-off.

An hour later, the plane is now at cruising altitude so you decide to read the file your mother gave. On the seat beside you, Wendy is reading a book.

The first part of the file is about the public information that you mostly know. That the program is for girls that show aptitude academically or athletically and it was created by your Mother after she opened her first school. Scholarship recipients are accepted in all your Mother’s school or can in another school if they don’t want to move, in both cases all of their living expenses are taken care of. The rules they had to follow are simple, maintaining good results and good behavior.

The second part is about the non-public information. To start, the real way to enter the program is that your mother chose them, the academic or athletic potential being one more reason. By entering the program, there is more than just living expenses that are taken care of, more financial support could be given like paying a family debt. Other specific issues can also be resolved. Another benefit is the possibility to have access to private tutoring to skip grades in order to graduate earlier. In exchange for all of that, one more rule exists, they are not allowed to date.

Regarding the selection of those that will work for you, most of them cannot refuse it. Wendy was one of the exceptions. For the selection process of the applicants it is a strict one, a minimum age requirement of eighteen moreover the appearance and personality are taken into account for the decision. Those that fall short will be recommended to other employers, also a possibility is to become a standard employee in one of your ventures because of their skills. In those two cases they will become exempt from the rules of the program after graduation. In exchange they will only be asked to recruit people that could enter the program. This part also contains detailed data about the cost of the program, the number of recipients and so on.

Finally, the last part of the file begins with a note explaining that the goal of the program and the selection is for you to have people you can trust at your side and that you’ll slowly take responsibility in the program. After this section of the note you read “Grandkids?” followed by a winking smiley, both seemed to have been handwritten by your mother. This addition from her makes you laugh. The end of the note informed that the documents following it are profiles of girls she deemed ready for selection.

From your first look, there are around twenty candidates' profiles and all of them are older than you. You take your time studying each of them, taking notes. You also ask Wendy to look at each of the profiles after you’re done with it.

Later during the flight, you have just finished sorting out the profiles with Wendy in order to select a first batch of girls that will work for you.

“We are down to three sir, two of them are studying in the University that you will join, while the last one is studying in another one, in Seoul. How do you want to proceed?”

“For the one in the other University, just give her the news and explain to her that she can focus on University for now. For the others, we'll contact them to set up a meeting, starting with this one.” You give a specific profile to Wendy.

“Kim Minji? Understood, I'll arrange that during our stay in Japan.”

A few hours after the plane landed at Narita Airport, you have settled in at your hotel. Sitting in the hotel’s restaurants you are savoring with Wendy some Kobe’s beef. Finishing your plate, you look on your left, through the window at Tokyo’s nighttime view.

“So delicious I really wanted to taste this if I ever had the opportunity to come to Japan.”

“I’ll make sure you can try as many specialties as you can during our stay.”

“So many things come to my mind!”

As you talk, the waiter takes your empty dishes and quickly comes back with the dessert.

“Oh it’s so good too, I’ll try to do one later.”

You smile looking at the baking fanatic. “Do you want to try mine?” You push your plate toward her.

“Yes, thanks.” She quickly takes a big spoonful of your dessert. “It’s delicious too.”

“You can finish it”

“Really? Are you full?” She asks her spoon hovering above the dessert.

“Not really but I will eat another dessert in our room tonight.” You answer, looking at her in the eyes.

She raises an eyebrow at your answer before focusing back on the sweet treat in front of her. When she finishes it, you pay for the meal complimenting the service and the food to the waiter, then you exit the restaurant.

In the elevator, you take a look at Wendy, in particular her miniskirt and you can’t stop yourself from touching her butt.

“Sir?” She turns her head toward you in surprise. Two floors later, the elevator stops for other people to enter, in reaction, Wendy immediately shoves your hand away from her. You wait for them to turn their backs to you before once again grabbing her behind, but this time your hand is under her skirt. Her body becomes tense and you smile mischievously at her when your eyes cross hers. You continue to fondle her ass, sometimes brushing your middle finger against her pussy, as the elevator goes up you can feel her slowly becoming wet.

When you arrive at your floor, you reluctantly stop. Wendy quickly passes the opened door of the elevator and you follow suit, after entering your room she sits on the bed looking at you.

“Couldn’t you wait for us to be in the room to do that?”

“No, your cute little butt was too tempting.” You walk toward the bed, stopping in front of Wendy, you lean forward putting your hands on her tights. “And it was fun watching you get all flustered.” You give her a quick peck.

“Fun for you.” She complains in a low voice feeling your hands behind her knees.

“Now let’s have some fun, shall we?” You suddenly lift her legs causing her to yelp as she loses her balance, her upper body falling on the mattress. You grab her panties and take it off from her body. Placing your hands on the back of her thighs, you spread them.

You get on your knees as you begin kissing her legs, starting from her calves, slowly making your way up her leg. She feels the touch of your lips approaching her pussy, you alternate from one leg to the other. Wendy's growing excitement makes her breathing quicker as she bites her bottom lip.

Finally arriving at your destination, you take a look at her glistening folds. You lick her lower lips before inserting your tongue inside her. As you explore her pussy your jaw gets wet from her nectar.

“Fuck… that’s feel good.” She gasps, putting one hand on your head when you replace your tongue with your finger in order to tease her small bud with your mouth. You hook your finger toward the roof of her pussy. Her angelic voice gets louder and her walls get tighter as you continue with your task.

“I’m getting close.” Hearing this, you put a second finger in her and intensify your tongue’s work.

You feel her grip in your hair tightening and the heels of her shoes burying in your back, causing you some pain. But soon enough her hips rise from the bed taking support on you with her legs and the mattress for her upper body. From her mouth comes a scream of pleasure as she orgasms.

Her body relaxes, freeing you from her legs. You stand up and look at Wendy who is still feeling the aftermath of her climax. You take off your shirt her wipe your face of her slicks

“Do you want me to return the favor?” Wendy asks in a soft voice.

“Maybe another time, for now I want to be in you.” You get naked finally freeing your member, climbing on the bed, you give a long kiss to your partner.

“Then let me be on top.” She says as you let her push you to lay on your back. Wendy takes off her shoes then standing up, she unzips her skirt while looking at you. As the garment fell at her feet she smiles feeling your gaze on her exposed lower body. She places herself above you, taking a hold of your cock to align it with her entrance.

“Damn feels good.” You say watching your length disappear in Wendy when she lowers body.

“You’re stretching me so much.”She began to ride you, taking support on your chest. At first, she starts slowly before gradually increasing her pace.

On your side you're not inactive, taking hold of her waist to help her before sliding a hand under her top. You feel her abs as she drops on you, moving your hand higher, you take hold of one of her boobs over her bra. Her breast in your grasp, you start kneading it.

Locking eyes with Wendy you feel the grip of her walls around your member getting stronger, in response you raise your hips meeting halfway when she drops on you.

“Sir... Shit! I’m coming.” She stops moving her body tensing up as she cums, her walls clamping around your cock.

“I’m close too.” Using both your hands you lift her body before bringing her down, each time hitting her cervix. Soon enough, you discharge a big load inside her.

Following your release Wendy falls on you, her head resting on your chest and you both take some time to catch your breath. You feel yourself getting soft in her as you put your arms around her.

“Let’s get something to drink.” You say giving a light smack on her butt before releasing the hug.

“I’m so full, good thing that I take birth control or I would end up pregnant before long.” Says Wendy as she gets off from you with your semen leaking from her slit.

“Yeah, it’s too early for a kid.” You follow Wendy, taking the glass of water she hands you. While you clench your thirst she takes off her top and bra. You look at her nude body moving to the front of the window.

“I dreamed about visiting new countries and right now I can enjoy this beautiful view.” She says watching the city’s light. “And in addition to that I get to travel with a handsome man.” Turning her head she gives you a wide smile.

“Well now that I know this information, I’ll have you accompany me every time I travel abroad.”

“That would be nice.” She responds with a chuckle. “I heard good things about you before but I didn’t expect you to treat me so well until now. I hope it’ll stay like that”

“Well, you are someone fun to be with,plus you are also a smart and attractive woman. So, I see no reason to change it.” While talking you approach her, taking her into your embrace.

“Thanks.” She whispers, as she puts her hands on top of yours. Both of you stay silent observing the outside but at one point Wendy feels your cock hardening against her butt. “Someone wants more.”

“Always, and I don’t think I’m the only one with how you're grinding your butt against me.”

“You caught me.” She bends over leaning on the window.

You slightly bend your knees to align your cock with her pussy, putting your tip against it. “Hope you’re ready because I won’t stop until the end.” Taking a firm hold of her hips, you thrust all your length inside her in one go.

“Ahhh! Fuck so deep!” As she takes your onslaught, Wendy has to tiptoed and progressively gets her body closer to the window. Soon enough she finds herself with her upper body stuck against the glass. Under your thrust against the entrance of her womb, her pussy begins to twitch as she orgasms.

As you warn her before you continue to fuck her hard throughout her climax as you are far from yours. Following this, she cums again at least twice, hence her eyes are now rolled back, her mouth is open with only moans coming out of it. Furthermore, the only reason why she is still standing is you.

“Where do you want me to cum?”

“Anywhere, just cum.. it’s too much.” She barely answered between moans.

Following her words, you quickly make a decision as you are reaching your limit. You take out your cock of her snatch, placing it between her asscheeks. Giving a few thrusts to finish yourself, you then release streams of semen across her back.

You release your hold on Wendy’s waist. Without any strength left in her legs, she falls on the floor, resting her upper body against the window.

You take a few steps back, relishing the sight in front of you with the city and Tokyo’s Tower as background. Through the fog on the glass caused by your frolicking, the city’s lights are partially illuminating Wendy’s naked body and her cum covered back

“I agree with your earlier comment, this is a great view.” You immortalize this scene with a photo.

During the following days, you both explored the streets of Tokyo. Visiting the traditional district of Asakusa with its Sanctuary and the National Museum of Tokyo. Other places you get to see were, the Kokyo Gaien National Garden where you both enjoyed the peace and quiet before having a tour in the Imperial Palace of Tokyo which is beside it. Along the way, you also tried a lot of different kinds of food.

At the end of your stay in Tokyo, you take the Shinkansen to Osaka. After arriving and dropping your luggage at the hotel, you take a taxi, remembering some memories linked to this city during the ride.

The taxi stops in front of a two storey house, after paying the driver you ring the doorbell. A few moments later, a man who looks to be in his early forties gets out of the house, opening the gate to Wendy and you.

“Ah, good to see you kid.” says the man in Japanese

“Good to see you too, Uncle. Here is a gift for receiving us.”

“Thank you, oh nice wine, I think I drank some in the past, with your father. By the way, who is this young lady?”

“This is Wendy. Wendy, this is uncle Kosaku” You make the presentation as Wendy doesn't speak Japanese and your uncle, while he can somewhat understand Korean he is not fluent in It.

“Let’s get inside, the other should be waiting for you.” You both followed him inside the house. Immediately after taking off your shoes, your hear footsteps quickly approaching you. You only have the time to raise your head before someone hugs you.

“I’m so happy you’re here! I missed you so much!” says the owner of the feminine voice, hugging you.

“I missed you too, Sana.” You say, returning the hug.

#kpop smut #red velvet smut #red velvet wendy #wendy smut #red velvet #girl group smut #m reader #male reader #son seungwan

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dostoyevsky-official · 8 months ago

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TD Bank Pleads Guilty and Pays $3 Billion to Settle Money-Laundering Case

In one example cited by the authorities, a Queens man who had earlier pleaded guilty to several crimes provided bank workers with more than $57,000 in gift cards in return for permitting the laundering of more than $470 million. Such behavior was somewhat of an open secret inside the bank, prosecutors said. “How is that not money laundering?” one branch employee asked another after a customer was permitted to buy more than $1 million in bank checks with cash. “Oh, it 100 percent is,” the second employee responded, according to the charging documents. In another instance, a branch manager emailed a colleague, “You guys really need to shut this down LOL.” They didn’t.

#this looks like a federal crime LOL no but you really should stop

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cvntroach5000 · 4 months ago

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Head Warden and Predator Class Prisoners Information

Staff and prisoners files for Reader and the LaDS men from my Head Warden AU. Just some info about the boys and how they do in confinement and when interacting with the Warden Reader.

content warnings: mind control, imprisonment, descriptions of fictional mental ailments, implied self-destructive behaviors, implied violence

Head Warden Profile

Staff ID: YU270

Ward: Fifth

Office Number: 564

Evol: Command*

Previous Positions: Head of Contamination Analysis, Fourth Ward: Sector Four Prisoner Supervisor, Meal-Drone Maintenance

[*Evol allows Head Warden to give orders their targets must comply with. Orders can be conveyed via voice, text or even through gestures. Exact limitations unknown. Profficiency: High.]

Prisoner Files

Xavier ✨

Subject ID: XV536

Codename: Saber

Ward: Third

Sector: Six

Class: Predator

Evol: Light

Threat Level: SSS

Temperament: Unstable

Character: Vicious

Disposition: Subject responds violently to the presence of staff, lashing out at the mere sound of a stranger's voice.

Reponse to Treatment: Subject is making very slow, but linear progress.

Head Warden's Notes: XV536 responds to touch over verbal prompts. Restraints not used due to Subject's proclivity to injure himself. Evol is used to prevent Subject from involuntarily thrashing his body. Compared to other Predator Class Subjects, XV536 sleeps regularly. Subject appears to dream vividly but cannot recall contents of the dreams after awakening. Subject often struggles with communication. Odds of recovery: Intermediate.

Zayne ❄️

Subject ID: ZN913

Codename: Thorn

Ward: First

Sector: Six

Class: Predator

Evol: Ice

Threat Level: SSS

Temperament: Imbalanced

Character: Fractured

Disposition: Subject can remain calm in the presence of staff for a limited period of time. If welcome is overstayed, Subject begins physical assault without prior warning.

Reponse to Treatment: Subject relays feedback on his progress, showcasing cooperative behavior. Most feedback is reliable, Subject is honest when lucid.

Head Warden's Notes: ZN913 is compliant mentally but struggles controlling his body. Restraints used depending on Subject's current state. Evol is used to help ease Subject's discomfort. Subject's memory is fragmented and jumbled, but otherwise reliable. Odds of recovery: High.

Rafayel 🪸

Subject ID: RF728

Codename: Dagger

Ward: Second

Sector: Six

Class: Predator

Evol: Fire

Threat Level: SSS

Temperament: Unclear

Character: Deceptive

Disposition: Subject is capable of feigning lucidity to lure staff into a false sense of security, before Subject physically attacks.

Reponse to Treatment: Subject is uncooperative but progress can be observed through surveillance.

Head Warden's Notes: RF728 is uncooperative but showcases ability to consciously impart false statements. Restraints used as Subject is prone to escape. Evol is used to secure more cooperative behavior and accurate information. Subject's memory is better than he makes it seem. After manipulating cleaning staff, Subject has been cut off from interacting with human employees. Odds of recovery: High.

Sylus 🥀

Subject ID: SY667

Codename: Talon

Ward: Sixth

Sector: Six

Class: Predator

Evol: Energy Manipulation

Threat Level: SSS

Temperament: Chaotic

Character: Dissociative

Disposition: Extremely violent and lethal. Drastic measures have been taken to ensure security of the staff.

Reponse to Treatment: Subject frequently relapses into his fully delirious state. No linear progress has been documented.

Head Warden's Notes: SY667 lashes out verbally but is primarily compliant with instruction during routine interrogation. Restraints often placed to ensure smooth inspection of potential wounds. Evol is used frequently to help stimulate Subject's brain. Subject has severe memory loss, but is not aware of this condition. Subject must be served meals by Head Warden personally, as otherwise Subject indiscriminately attacks human and robot staff alike. Cost of damages is listed in finance report files. Odds of recovery: Low.

Caleb 🍎

Subject ID: CL204

Codename: Scythe

Ward: Fourth

Sector: Six

Class: Predator

Evol: Gravity

Threat Level: SSS

Temperament: Controlled

Character: Aggressive

Disposition: Subject is immensely hostile, assaulting staff both verbally and physically.

Reponse to Treatment: Despite receiving regular treatment for a long time, Subject's condition fails to undergo notable improvement.

Head Warden's Notes: CL204 is cooperative and obedient without use of Evol during routine interrogation. Restraint unnecessary. Reported repeated behavior of tampering with Meal-Drones. Supper is partially delivered by human staff via conveyor belt to ensure safety of employees. CL204 can partially recall his past pre-contamination, showcasing an ability to reflect on his actions. Subject relapses after long intervals, but recovers to previous state. Relapses are particularly violent, taking a great toll on Subject's mental and physical condition. Odds of recovery: Low.

#all their codenames are based on sharp objects #sylus needs to let the meal drones catch a break smh #command evol reader series #head warden lads au #love and deepspace #roach on the typewriter #lads x reader #lads sylus #lads xavier #lads caleb #lads zayne #lads rafayel #lads xavier x reader #lads fanfic #lads caleb x reader #lads sylus x reader #lads zayne x reader #lads rafayel x reader

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kenyatta · 6 months ago

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‘We Can Bury Anyone’: Inside a Hollywood Smear Machine (NYT)

There have long been figures behind the scenes shaping public opinion about celebrities — through gossip columns, tabloids and strategic interviews. The documents show an additional playbook for waging a largely undetectable smear campaign in the digital era. While the film, about domestic violence, was a box office hit — making nearly $350 million worldwide — online criticism of the actress skyrocketed. “He wants to feel like she can be buried,” a publicist working with the studio and Mr. Baldoni wrote in an Aug. 2 message to the crisis management expert, Melissa Nathan. “You know we can bury anyone,” Ms. Nathan wrote. In the following weeks, Ms. Nathan, whose clients have included Johnny Depp and the rappers Drake and Travis Scott, went hard at the press, pushing to prevent stories about Mr. Baldoni’s behavior and reinforce negative ones about Ms. Lively, the text messages show. Jed Wallace, a self-described “hired gun,” led a digital strategy that included boosting social media posts that could help their cause. [...] Three days later, Mr. Baldoni texted Ms. Abel, flagging a social media thread that accused another celebrity of bullying behavior and had generated 19 million views. “This is what we would need,” he wrote. Ms. Nathan soon floated proposals to hire contractors to dominate social media through “full social account take downs,” by starting “threads of theories” and generally working to “change narrative.” “All of this will be most importantly untraceable,” she wrote. [...] It is unclear exactly how Mr. Wallace operated. There are references in emails to “social manipulation” and “proactive fan posting,” and text messages cite efforts to “boost” and “amplify” online content that was favorable to Mr. Baldoni or critical of Ms. Lively. “We are crushing it on Reddit,” Mr. Wallace told Ms. Nathan, according to a text she sent Ms. Abel on Aug. 9. The next day, one of Ms. Nathan’s employees texted, “We’ve started to see shift on social, due largely to Jed and his team’s efforts to shift the narrative.” Ms. Nathan wrote to Ms. Abel: “And socials are really really ramping up. In his favour, she must be furious. It’s actually sad because it just shows you have people really want to hate on women.” When a TikTok sleuth started asking questions about Mr. Baldoni, Ms. Abel texted that “this girl is on a very dangerous crusade.”

#social media #entertainment #black hat social #fandom culture #social engineering

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riddled-with-fear · 3 months ago

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Face Your Fears

Thank you to everyone who voted in this weeks poll! Here is the awaited Scarecrow fic that won out by a long shot lol. (I do not blame y'all, this spooky old man has my heart <3)

Pairing: Arkham Knight!Scarecrow x Fem!Reader

word count: 2,535

Summary: You are a research assistant working under Scarecrow. You are forced to work directly with your fear, and Scarecrow of course notices. Lucky for you he has just the remedy to help you overcome your fear.

CW: Fear Play, manipulation, inappropriate boss/employee relationship, unprotected PIV sex, threats of fear toxin use. VERY brief mention of suicide(toxin side effect), descriptions of panic and experiencing fear. DUBCON IF YOU SQUINT

Stagg Airships.

Floating a couple hundred feet above Gotham City. You took a deep breath, in a poor attempt to calm your nerves. You hated heights, or more accurately, you were afraid of heights. So afraid in fact, every step you took, you trembled. With every word you spoke your voice wavered. Every breath you exhaled was shaky. Every noise made in the airship, or by the airship, caused you to jump.

You had hoped you were hiding your fear well in the presence of others. None of the Militia questioned you about your behavior, neither did the Arkham Knight. At least that had consoled you a little bit. Either that or they simply didn’t care whether you were scared or not. The person you hadn’t seen since being forced to board the airship was your superior; Jonathan Crane, The Scarecrow.

Which you were incredibly thankful for.

You knew you wouldn’t be left alone if he had seen you exhibiting textbook behavior of experiencing fear, especially without so much as a drop of his toxin coursing through your blood. Without even so much as a sniff of his toxin inhabiting your lungs, invading your respiratory system and violently assaulting your nervous system, finally wreaking havoc against your amygdala.

You made yet another feeble attempt at trying to calm down. You busied yourself with research notes from Stagg. You thumbed through piles of papers, listened to countless audio notes, and even spoke with other research assistants. You found nothing of substance really, and everything you had read, Crane already knew.

You sighed. At this point, you found it absolutely pointless for the Arkham Knight to have brought you aboard. You sat down in an empty office space and thought back to your incredibly short-lived conversation:

“I don’t understand. My work is here, in this lab. On the ground.” you argued.

“Scarecrow wants you aboard that ship. You’re getting on that ship.” A modulated voice answered behind the electronic mask.

“This is ridiculous. He knows how important it is for me to keep the lab running here!” You turned back to your work on your desk.

“Let’s go. Now. We don’t want to keep him waiting.”

And now here you are. Working in a lab that’s not on the ground.

You heard the door to the office whir open, but you paid no mind figuring it was another research assistant coming to collect the documents you had borrowed. That is until you heard the unmistakable sound of metal squeaking and a very familiar pattern of ragged breathing.

You stood up and quickly turned around, knocking the files to the floor in your haste. “Oh! Good Evening, Doctor Crane.” You quickly bent down to pick the scattered papers up.

“Save the formalities.” His voice, despite having the… 'accident', was deep and rich.

You sat the paperwork on the metal desk. “What can I do for you?”

“Skittish, are we? You can start by telling me,” he stalked closer to you, “What you’re so afraid of.”

“Afraid? I’m… I’m not afraid.” Your voice shook as you blatantly lied.

“My dear, I can practically smell your fear.” Scarecrow's hands were clasped behind his back, concealing his fear gauntlet and the intimidating needles that came with it. "If you do not tell me, I will find out. Whether you like it or not."

You shuddered at the thought of being exposed to his fear toxin. You saw first hand the horrendous effects. His latest formula was his most potent, the victims that succumbed to it were never the same. Their psyches shattered. Their lives ended, either by the toxin causing so much adrenaline it results in cardiac arrest, or by their own hands.

Scarecrow seemed to exude fear, or, at the very least, smelled like it. His scent was acrid, noxious, and the closer he got the more pungent it became. He was the very embodiment of fear itself. At this point, he didn't even need fear toxin. You wondered why he ever needed it at all.

He was right about you being scared. But it wasn’t Scarecrow causing it. No, in fact, he was causing quite a different feeling. You felt heat pricking behind your navel, traveling down to your core. You were no stranger to this feeling. You knew exactly what it was.

Arousal.

What was it he was always going on about? Arousal and fear going hand in hand?

Against your better judgement, you answered him, "Heights." You entangled your fingers with themselves, trying to keep your composure. A feat damn near impossible when in Scarecrow’s presence.

"Heights? My, my, how unfortunate for you, considering we are well above Gotham City." He stopped a mere couple of inches in front of you.

He observed you, his milky white eyes studying your form. Mentally taking notes. You pressed your lips into a thin line, looking away from him, afraid if you made eye contact, you'd betray yourself and he'd be able to see right through you. You were afraid he'd be able to catch onto your dirty little secret; That while yes, although you were scared, in his presence you were aroused.

He finally spoke after what felt like an eternity of standing in silence;

"Fidgety, shaky breaths..." He reached out his left hand and grasped your face, "no eye contact." He slid his hand down to your neck, placing two fingers against your carotid artery, “rapid pulse,” he removed his fingers from your pulse point and grabbed your hands, untangling them from each other, "Trembling hands and clammy skin..." his tone was clinical.

You glanced down to his hands holding yours, and noticed just how careful he was to avoid pricking you. One wrong move and it would send those sharp ends right through your skin, pumping your veins full of orange liquid terror. If you were lucky, it would end in death.

It excited you knowing you were at his complete and utter disposal. That at any moment he could choose to inject you with his toxin. You are at his mercy. He knows this. Part of him is dying to see what you'd look like writhing at his feet in fear, screaming in terror. How desperate he was to see your face twist in anguish, your eyes flitting wildly around looking at unseen horrors.

Scarecrow pushed the thoughts away, "Yes, you're definitely exhibiting classic textbook symptoms of fear."

You glanced up to Scarecrow.

"Fortunately for you, I have just the remedy." He removed his hands from yours.

"You... do?" Skepticism laced your voice.

"Of course. Why would I not? You think I only know how to instill fear? You think I lack the ability to alleviate it?" He stepped back.

"No, of course not." You felt foolish.

“Come with me. I’ll rid you of this asinine inclination you call fear.” Scarecrow slowly turned, walking out of one of the many offices around the airship.

Taking a deep breath, you quickly followed Scarecrow. The wind from the raging thunderstorm outside caused the airship to sway slightly. The airship groaned at the movement. Your legs began to shake, and you braced yourself against the hallway wall. Fear flooded your senses again drowning out any other feelings. You badly wished to be taken off the ship. As if Scarecrow could sense you had stopped, he turned around.

“Quickly now. The sooner we get to the bay the sooner you can get over this... 'Fear'."

You felt your heart leap into your throat as you mulled over what he said. The Bay. The bay with the large windows. The very windows that gave you a direct view of the city and just how incredibly high you were above it. Oh... That bay.

He stopped at the closed bay door. You walked up beside him, swallowing your nerves. He waved a key card and the panel lit up green.

"Welcome, Doctor Jonathan Crane." a robotic voice responded to the access key card.

The door slid up revealing the large, empty bay. Scarecrow stepped aside, and extended an arm, inviting you inside the bay first. You looked between him and the room. You nodded and slowly stepped in, stopping just passed the threshold.

Scarecrow placed his left hand on your upper back, guiding you further into the bay. He waved the key card and the door closed locking with a mechanical 'click'.

You stepped further into the bay, away from Scarecrow. You didn't know exactly how being in here would help you. The only thing that he could possibly do was administer some new version of his toxin. An antidote perhaps. You were racking your brain when it hit you.

Exposure therapy.

You turned to face Scarecrow with furrowed brows and wide eyes. He was already walking closer to you.

“Lets begin, shall we?”

Scarecrow grabbed your waist, turning you around and guiding you all the way to face the large window to view the city below. He pressed himself to you, hands still firmly gripping your waist. You were pinned between the window and him. There was no way out.

Your head began to spin. Your stomach began to churn. Heat began to prick at your skin. Your breathing became shallow and labored. Your limbs felt light, almost detached from your body.

“Sc… Scarecrow, please. Please…” You could barely speak, your throat felt tight. Tears formed in your eyes, threatening to spill.

“Hmm? Please? Please what? What are you asking for? Are you suddenly not willing to overcome this childish fear you have? What do you think is going to happen? Are you really afraid of the height, or the hypothetical falling?” He ranted.

“I…” You squeezed your eyes shut. “Yes, all of it.”

“I do believe I told you I have a remedy, yes?” He lightly traced a finger along your neck, tracing over your rapidly beating pulse. Goosebumps littered your skin.

“Yes… Yes, you did.” You took a deep breath. You were not interested in being injected with only God knows what., and you really were not interested in exposure therapy.

“Really, I should dose you. Show you what true fear is. None of this nonsense child’s play.”

“Please... Anything else just… not that…” you whined, your eyes still shut to avoid looking at the daunting city below.

You swore you heard him quietly chuckle behind you. He leaned in, his mouth brushing against the shell of your ear, "open your eyes."

You furiously shook your head, silently telling him no.

He harshly gripped your face in his left hand. He slid his right hand under your shirt gently tracing his needles along your stomach. You snapped your eyes open, quietly gasping.

"Good." He praised you, almost cooing. "Keep your eyes open. I want you to remember this every time you think about this fear of yours."

He lent down, and licked up your neck, ending just under your ear, giving a sharp nip to your earlobe. You let out a small squeak at his sudden action. He removed his right hand from under your shirt and returned it to your waist. His left hand finally left your face, and began tracing the waist band of your slacks.

"Try not to move too much, I'd hate to accidentally dose you." He mused.

He swiftly undid the button on your slacks, and with both hands yanked them down to your ankles. He did the same to your underwear though in his haste he practically ripped them off.

"Doctor Crane!" You protest. Embarrassed at the way you were exposed to him, and god knows who else could see up into the windows of the airship.

"Fear and arousal can coincide with one another, and clearly," His fingers ran up your dripping cunt spreading your slick along your folds, giving an experimental touch against your clit, "you're experiencing both."

"I... no, it's a natural reaction!" You lie through your teeth.

He shoved you forward and you had no option but to brace your arms against the window as he bent you at the waist. A flush crept up your neck, spreading over your face.

"There is no use in lying to me. Look at you. You're dripping."

There was no denying it any longer. Not to yourself and especially not to Scarecrow.

“Let this be a lesson in facing your fears.” He prodded the tip of his cock at your entrance.

With a painfully slow surge of his hips, he encases his length in your wet, malleable walls. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix as he bottoms out.

You can’t help but let out soft whimpers and moans at the way his cock stretches you, filling you up and making you forget the whole reason why you were scared at all. He revels in those noises. His left hand finds its way into your hair and yanks your head back, "Don't hide those noises from me, let me hear you," he grunts, "Let me hear how I affect you."

You do as your told, and let out a wail with every thrust he gives you.

He licks your neck before sinking his teeth into your flesh, not biting hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a mark.

"Fuck!" you outcry. Your cunt clenches tighter around his cock at the bite.

Scarecrow groans at the sensation of your walls clamping down on him.

"You-ah- you're going to overcome your fear, yes?" He begins thrusting erratically. His length hits all the right spots with each plunge into you.

You move your hips in tandem with his, not caring if his needles do end up pricking you, you just need to cum with him. His breathing hitches at your movements, driving him closer to the edge he was teetering on.

"Y-yes!" you moan at him.

“That’s it-,” Scarecrow grunts, “-let go of your fears. Give into me.” He ruts into you at an animalistic pace. His grip on your hips tightening, the needles on his gauntlet threatening to puncture your skin with every thrust.

You feel your own release building up. The heat viciously licking behind your navel, your lower abdomen contracting as your impending release sent your mind spiraling.

You move one of your hands off the window and bring it between your thighs. You rub circles against your clit in an effort to push yourself over the edge.

And you do.

Your release washes over you, sending electric chills throughout your body. You cry out in ecstasy. You feel Scarecrow give a few lackadaisical thrusts, before drenching the inside of you with his release.

Scarecrow stills, his softening cock slowly slipping out of you, "Your mind is mine. The next time you have some absurd 'fear' you'll be vigilant in discussing it with me, yes?" He puts himself back in his pants, stepping away from you.

You catch your breath, nodding at him.

"Good. Clean yourself up. The Arkham Knight will take you back to the ground-base lab."

Scarecrow left, and you realized this whole charade was simply to expose your fear, and fuck it out of you.

You made yourself decent, and with a newfound confidence made your way to the meeting point with the Arkham Knight.

#jonathan crane #arkhamverse #Arkham knight scarecrow x reader #arkham!verse!Scarecrow #arkham!verse!scarecrow x reader #Johnathan crane x reader #Scarecrow x reader #arkhamverse scarecrow #arkham knight scarecrow #arkham verse scarecrow x reader #arkham scarecrow x reader #arkham knight!scarecrow x reader #dc fanfic #batman fanfic #x Reader

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years ago

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Idk if Sex doll!au Alhaitham has been discussed yet…(honestly it probably has been, but it was likely during the times when I wasn’t keeping up to date with this blog. Tumblr’s shitty search function doesn’t help with finding out either.)

Anyway, I’d like to share my thoughts about it, if that’s okay.

-I think sex doll! Alhaitham would mostly be for professional and academic purposes. He’s not reccomended for younger grades, mostly just colleges.

-His general purposes are office/administrative related. Especially since he’s a “scribe”, he’s especially good at file management and documentation. I don’t think it be uncommon to see him assisting librarians alongside a Lisa model…or maybe helping archeologists/museums workers catalogue info about artifacts.

-I think his way of not doing anything more than what his job asks of him would stay even as an Android. I know that as a product, he’d probably wouldn’t be given leeway or time off like that; but the thought of someone trying to assign tasks to Alhaitham that are outside his designated role being ignored by him is funny to me.

-if Alhaitham is acting as a companion doll in someone’s home, I can only imagine that he’s incredibly annoying. Alhaitham normally chooses to ignore social etiquette, and as an android it has to be even worse.

tw - unhealthy relationships, slight infantilization, slight stalking.

i think he'd absolutely be marketed toward researchers as a sort of lab assistant who acts like you're the lab assistant, if that makes sense. he specializes in archival work and bureaucracy, but he's a bit of a jack-of-all-trades and it's not uncommon to see him alongside more outdoorsy androids like cyno and albedo when you're out doing fieldwork. he's also especially loved by students for his,,, strict attitude toward studying. you wouldn't think the ability to say 'i'm not touching your dick until you finish your thesis' would be such a popular feature in a literal sex doll, but, y'know, what does it for you does it for you, i guess.

you're not a student, though, or a researcher - just a librarian for a big enough branch to warrant writing off a helper android as a business expense. you probably could've gotten away with bringing on lisa or nahida, but you were able to find a second-hand alhaitham for a price you couldn't turn up and figured dealing with the occasional comment on your organization skills or catalog maintenance was better than wasting an extra thousand dollars on a robot that'll be reading to children twice a week. he works well enough, too, even if it does take a few days for him to get used to the idea that you won't be using him for his, uh, intended purposes. it just doesn't feel right, considering he's basically one of your employees - something he's surprisingly indifferent about, considering how judgemental he's rumored to be about, well, everything.

you do take him home at night, though, since the alternative is leaving him in a dark building alone all night and trying to live with the guilt. he's a polite enough houseguest, even if does occasionally let out a disapproving huff at your admittedly less-than-steller diet, but he does have a few... bugs, you guess, for lack of something better to call his little lapses in decorum. he's overstepped his boundaries a few times - taking pens and reports out of your hands because you 'have a tendency to mess these things up', checking on you in the middle of the night when he's supposed to be charging - but he'll never indulge your attempts to confront him, just clicking his tongue and shaking his eyes. sometimes, he brings up your stress levels, mentions off-handedly that orgasms are known to reduce overall tension, but denies that he's done anything wrong when you ask him to change his behavior. he's good at that - justifying himself, bending his protocols until he can get away with practically anything. you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little worried, knowing the awful rumors that spread about second-hand andriods, about how demeaning alhaitham can be when he's supposed to be little more than a platonic assistant.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little worried that, one day, he'd find a way to justify disregarding your autonomy altogether.

#sex doll au #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere alhaitham #yandere genshin impact

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fruchtfleisch-art · 8 days ago

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12 and 19 for Kira? I also kinda want to ask 27 for him too. Because I wonder if he would feel GUILTY about anything, really. You're the Kira expert, so in your takes I trust 🙇‍♀️

Ah, thank you!! My secret recipe for writing Kira: 3/4 rereading the manga to fact check, 1/4 Real Cat Behaviors that Horrify Me. Let's not ever take this man to the Australian Outback.

12. Crack headcanon: death-grip syndrome COUGH

19. Vices/bad habits: bad habits Kira demonstrates in DiU canon:

Biting his nails until his fingers bleed when he gets stressed

Not getting enough aerobic exercise

Blaming other people for his problems/terrible personality

Terrorizing people who make him mad/aroused without considering the long-term consequences

In general, even though he has that meticulous, cautious, conservative personality, he's pretty bad at restraining himself when he really wants to do something. With that in mind, hypothetical bad habits Kira might have:

Feeling like he should have the "best" version of something (clothing, kitchenware, home decor) regardless of cost. He's not an impulse shopper, but he might budget for some stupidly expensive name brand goodies when generics would serve him just as well, or get stuck researching frivolous details about things he wants to buy in the future. --But also, things he definitely splurges on without thinking: jewelry, women's perfume, nail polish, hand lotion. Probably had favorite stores in his youth that he can't go to anymore because the employees started recognizing him and asking after his "girlfriend". 33-year-old Kira tries to go to many different department stores with no pattern... key word here is "tries"... I also love the idea that he's obscenely wasteful with jewelry and doesn't like "regifting" his presents, so he buys the same kinds of bracelets, rings, etc over and over.

Freezing out people in his workplace who aren't meeting his (often arbitrary) standards. Nothing suspicious, nothing even overtly aggressive, but if the new temp is irritating to Kira, they're probably going to have to find a different job eventually. He would be an extremely mundane and uncreative bully: dragging his feet on documents that need his approval, "forgetting" to follow through on requests, throwing away lunch/snacks left in the communal work fridge, acting standoffish during water cooler conversation. Kira would rationalize this as him blowing off steam so he doesn't do something really bad... but, uh, also, let's hope that temp isn't female. He might get creative...

I just love that he canonically has terrible stamina because he's too neurotic to go to the gym, it's so stupidly domestic 😭. Shinobu asks "Kosaku" to move a heavy piece of furniture and gets to watch all the blood leave his body in real time as he tries and fails to lift a dresser more than two inches off the ground. DIO would crush this guy in his hand like a ripe plum.

27. Their guilty pleasure: I feel like it's possible he has what he thinks are harmless guilty pleasures... he is, after all, just your average salaryman 😌. Does he actually feel guilt or shame when he's engaging in them? Ehh... I'd say no. Most of the time Kira gets himself in trouble because he can't put limits on his behaviors, and has no interest in learning how to do so. That's maybe his most catlike quality!

"Guilty pleasure", to Kira, would probably look something like "I used a bit more perfume for hand gf #33 than recommended, I'm sooo naughty >:3" [knows exactly how many more spritzes he can get out of the bottle] [has a spare waiting in the closet he bought months ago with a coupon]. Behaviors that bear a surface resemblance to harmless, silly indulgences, but are miles away from true "oh, I shouldn't do that... but I love it, even though I'll feel bad about it later" activities. Kira would never understand my fraught relationship with salt and vinegar chips.

One more note, I also like the idea that he does feel guilty at points while he's pretending to be Kosaku, but mostly over little things that distract him from the real source of his discomfort (living in a way that contradicts his core values). Sometimes those tiny moments of guilt coincide with interactions he has with Shinobu to make him look really thoughtful and caring! Nice!

Kira: [has been ruminating for eight hours about how bad his life is] I think........... I actually can leave work early tomorrow so we can.......... do some kind of activity......together.............. sorry................ Shinobu: :O Kira: ['93% progress to complete ego death' bar ticks down to 92%] [feels an insane rush of relief] [Ivan Pavlov is taking notes]

Not to once again plug my own fic (they say, plugging their fic), but an actual written example of this occurs towards the end of Easy, Tiger! Kira admits he didn't actually want to watch a movie with Shinobu, he just wanted to... spend time with her D:> There's no way he actually feels guilty about this little white lie, but it's like opening a pressure relief valve so he doesn't have to sit with his distress and process it. Also, it gets him external validation from a real woman! Nice! That's a guilty pleasure if you squint, right?

Ask meme

#me writing easy tiger from shinobu's pov: aww this is so sad :[ i wish they could find love together :'(#me looking at easy tiger from a removed outsider pov: i need to kill this man with a machete.#ask #kira yoshikage #jjba #diamond is unbreakable #i worked with a guy who no matter how much i asked would only get back to me two days before i needed rate-limiting documents #i think that's the kind of 'bully' kira would be at work... so much plausible deniability. busy or mean? unsure. give him more paperwork #ty for the ask these were so fun!

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hispg · 2 years ago

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Her

Pairings: ID Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: Another day as being a spy, this time working for the United States president. Was just another work until you met the agent Leon Kennedy. And well, things may get a bit heated between you two.

Wc: 14k(I'm sorry)

Warnings: Reader is a spy/mercenary, violent behaviors (both sides), enemies to lovers(I tried), smut, choking, descriptions of violence, unprotected sex, injuries, violence,mutual pining.

Notes: This one took so long, but it's here. I hope that you guys like it. Also, I was thinking about the music 'her' from Chase atlantic while writing this, hence the title. Also, sorry for any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.

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It was already very late at the White House, and all that was left was a few poor employees overloading themselves with tasks here and there. Despite the hustle and bustle, there was a certain kind of calm. After all, it was late, and the night itself helped to bring a certain silence with it.

Leon had stayed a little longer, drinking a cup of coffee while reading some documents. About a new virus that was circulating, it wasn't as if it was news to him. To be honest, he felt more exhausted than upset by the situation. These things just didn't seem to stop happening. No matter how hard he tried, there was always some crazy bio-terrorist out there.

And again, the job fell to him. At least he hoped this mission would be easier, quicker, and not too time-consuming, like the last ones he'd been on.

After a weary sigh, he closed the folder with the documents. Taking the last sip of coffee and getting up, he would finish reading this at the hotel where he was staying, he felt too tired to continue at the white house, and he would most likely end up falling asleep there.

So he left where he was, walking through the empty corridors of that place. He even felt relieved that there was no one he knew there. He was too drained for any kind of conversation.

As he walked down the corridors, he couldn't help but notice the approaching female figure. He meant it, but it was impossible not to hear the sounds of high heels colliding with the floor.

Despite this, it wasn't someone he knew. Or had even seen walking through the white house, which was already a strange sign, it wasn't hard to guess that everyone who entered that place had to be authorized to do so, a basic security measure.

And as soon as you got closer, he could see your figure. Leather pants, a burgundy blouse with a jacket. And he couldn't say why, but you exuded an elegance he had never seen before. It was surreal the way you floated in those heels.

Just like him, you were carrying some documents in your hands and cautiously reading them.

He blinked a few times as he saw the moonlight illuminate your face, allowing him to admire your beauty more clearly.

He stood still where he was, just staring at you from head to toe. He didn't know what had gotten into him, but your aura caught his attention in such a magnetic way.

When he least expected it, you bumped into him, both of you too inattentive to avoid the situation. Leon instinctively grabbed you by both arms to help you keep your balance.

You acted quickly, taking your gun out of its holster and pointing it at him. It was a defensive reaction. After all, for your own good, you always had to be on your guard, no matter what the situation.

"Woah, easy there," Leon muttered, looking at you a little startled.

You looked at him a little crookedly, lowering your gun and putting it back in its holster. Your eyes expressed the purest coldness, just as your expression was quite sullen.

"Are you?" It was your first question. After all, he must have been someone important to be walking around the White House late at night.

He hesitated a little, looking suspicious of you, "Leon... Leon Kennedy." He says it in a friendly way.

At once, the name made sense. He was one of the president's acquaintances. One of the most renowned agents, probably the best at the moment.

You nodded, your distrust of him ceasing for a moment. At least he was someone you could trust.

"And you? What's your name?" He asked in a low, calm voice, waiting for you to answer him directly.

"Jane Williams." You lie, a spy you couldn't give out personal information that easily. Even if he was someone you could trust, he was still someone you had only just met.

He didn't seem to believe you very much, as he narrowed his gaze at you. His expression turned into a wrinkle in a matter of seconds.

"Would you mind showing your ID?" The friendly tone was almost imperceptible. He sounded incredibly serious now.

You scoff, shaking your head and crossing your arms. Putting your hand in one of your pockets, you pulled out the fake ID, which was made specifically for you.

He took the ID, held it up, and evaluated it. Every little detail flashed in his eyes, and he didn't seem to believe that ID at all.

"The shade of your hair is different here. Not only that, but your haircut is also very different. This document was issued last month. How have you changed so much?" He raised his eyebrows, waiting for a plausible explanation.

It was undeniable that he was a good observer. Surely, these details would not go unnoticed.

"You're using a fake ID, aren't you?" He didn't even give you time to answer, and he already asked you another question.

And this time, he could almost say that this was the case. The photo was so different. There was no way you were the same person. There simply had to have been too much going on in the meantime for you to have changed in such a way.

"I'm not someone you should worry about." You said sulkily, crossing your arms in annoyance.

And this seemed to irritate him deeply, as he sighed heavily.

"Well, it's alarming, to say the least, that someone should sneak into the White House at this hour. Even more so, by hiding their real identity." He said angrily, yet he sounded calm somehow.

He certainly had a point.

"Just don't bother me, and we'll be fine. I'm not a dangerous person, not in this situation." You even try to sound calm, but that clearly wasn't a good excuse for him.

"You pointed a gun at me a few seconds ago, and you say I shouldn't worry?" At this point, you could see his wrists clenching slightly.

You even shake your head in denial but realize that he's not going to give in. So, to avoid any confusion, you show him your real identity.

He looks at it again and again. He needs to be sure.

"Why are you using false documents?" He asks bluntly, his eyes piercing yours.

You pull the ID out of his hand and put it back in your pocket.

"In that case, you're already asking too much." You mutter cynically, moving down the corridor.

You had only come to the White House to speak to the president in person, and you expected him to welcome you properly.

A tug on your arm was enough to make you stop walking, not too strong to leave a mark, but firm enough to leave you standing where you were.

"Don't make me ask you again." He growled low, his tone cold and threatening. A clear contrast to his previous tones.

"Confidential." You just say, letting go of him and walking back down the corridor.

You heard a heavy sigh, soon followed by the sound of someone cocking their gun.

Looking back quickly, Leon had his gun aimed at you, waiting for you to answer him or even stop for a minute and pay attention to him.

"Confidential? Cut the crap." Again, the voice was low and cold. There was no denying that there was a chill in your stomach.

You rolled your eyes, not very excited about having to disarm him in such a way. But as a spy and mercenary, you couldn't take any chances.

It was your specialty to act without giving much time to react, and he certainly wasn't expecting you to be so precise.

With one swift kick, his gun ended up in the corner of the corridor, and it didn't take long for you to pin him to the wall. Pressing your forearm into his neck, your other hand pushing his body backward.

He seemed out of action for a few moments, wondering how you managed to be so assertive. He was disarmed in the blink of an eye, as easy as taking candy from a child.

The realization came, you were more dangerous than he had imagined. He could bet on it.

"What the hell are you doing?" He hissed at you, his face clearly bearing an angry expression.

You just kept staring at him, eyes cold and expressionless. You'd have no trouble killing him here if you had to.

"Don't make funny things, I'm not here for that." A low, calm voice that sent a chill down his spine.

After a few more seconds you let him go, walking towards his gun, which was lying in the corner.

"Confiscated." You say in a whisper, and while it was a soothing voice, there was a certain tone of threat. That was a fact.

Leon kept analyzing you for a while, for some stupid reason, he felt interested in knowing what the hell you were. After all, if you wanted to kill him, you would have done so a few moments ago.

But you still didn't, so what were you? Someone who was dangerous indeed, but because you had only immobilized him and nothing more?

Thoughts raced through his head, he didn't even try to protest once more. His eyes followed your every move, and they widened as soon as you moved towards the President's office.

The only noise now was your heels bumping against the floor, such light and incredibly sophisticated steps. And he thought once again, what were you?

To his surprise, as soon as you knocked on the door of the President's office, he opened it and simply let you in, just like that.

So was that a sign or what? Or should he worry and call in some kind of reinforcement? But what would he say? He didn't even know where you'd come from.

A few minutes of pondering later, he found himself pacing back and forth in the corridors. He had already tried to listen through the crack in the door, but nothing worked. Because he certainly wouldn't give up talking to you, not even if he wanted to.

Your cold, inexpressive manner was something of a chill, he'd met people like that before. But there was something more intriguing about you that even he couldn't explain.

After what seemed like an eternity, you finally came out of the President's office, and to Leon's astonishment, there was the President himself standing next to you, talking quietly to you. Just like that.

You can't help it, and you gave Leon a cynical little smile as you walked through the White House with the president.

Again, what was that supposed to mean? Were you good or bad? What was the point of this discussion?

A million options ran through his head, he simply couldn't rule out any hypothesis. The only option was to talk to you since the president wouldn't say anything to him, not even if he asked politely.

You didn't seem to be someone he knew either, so even if he tried to look for information, he might not find the right answers.

After a good fifteen minutes, you appeared in the corridor, this time alone. It was the perfect opportunity for him to try and approach you. Although he already knew that he should expect some aggression from you.

Hell, he had to admit, you had an incomparable elegance. Every step felt like you were floating.

Hastening his steps, he managed to reach your side, once again looking you over from head to toe.

"Here, take this." You say, handing him back his gun.

Without much ceremony, he takes the gun and puts it back in its holster, and once again, confusion takes over his face.

Why were you showing a certain cordiality out of the blue?

"Thanks, I guess." He answers awkwardly, looking at you sideways, hoping you'd at least try to say something.

To his surprise, you remained silent. And so did he. He just kept following you at a certain distance. It's funny that he acted as if you weren't watching him, but you could see and hear him.

Once you arrived at the parking lot, you quickly went to your car and got in, carrying a folder with documents. It was soon placed in the trunk of the car.

"So, do you mind at least giving a few more details about yourself?" As soon as he sees you start the car, he hurries to ask you something.

"I told you, it's Confidential." Again the same answer, which seemed to irritate him a little.

"Come on, can't you even give me a clue? You know who I am, I can find something on you in the blink of an eye." It wasn't a threat. It was just him telling you what he would do if you didn't cooperate.

Not that you'd be intimidated by that kind of threat since you heard it all the time. Hence, the false identities and all the precautions to avoid being caught or identified. After all, there would be no point in a spy simply throwing her information into the air, right?

"Over time, you can try to find out. You know, just as I appeared out of nowhere, I'll suddenly disappear too." You could even hear a certain amusement in your voice, but in the end, it was your words that portrayed reality.

You'd disappear as soon as everything had settled down around here.

"I seem to have heard that conversation before," Leon murmured, sounding more like he was talking to himself than to you.

You just nodded, started the car, and drove off. Which left him speechless since he hadn't expected you to leave so suddenly. At least a word, no?

He sighs, watching your car disappear across the parking lot, then nothing but the sound of the engine. Then nothing, just him with his thoughts.

Why the hell did you have to show up? Now all his sleep had gone, all he was going to do was look for all the information he could, to at least have a guide as to what to do.

And he would search to the bottom, it wasn't possible that he wouldn't find anything about you, impossible.

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"So she's a spy and a mercenary?" Leon asked, reading some papers in his hand. There was a certain annoyance in his voice.

"Yes, that's what it looks like. I still don't understand what she wants with the president. There's some small piece of data that proves her alliance with the Russian government last month. What is she doing here now?" The female voice was Rosa's, one of the other agents who had decided to help Leon look for this information.

Leon nodded silently, reading and re-reading the papers. Trying to find any and all useful information, at least a little direction to guide him. He needed to know what a person like you was doing there, especially being as close to the president as you seemed to be.

Normally, the government didn't work with this kind of person, let alone with such a close connection. People like you are highly dangerous and treacherous, so what was your motivation? Why would you be here now?

And he could only think of the mess that was to come, of that he was sure.

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Later that day, you visited the president again, this time to iron out the details of the mission. Possibly a good few more hours of conversation, after all, this was the most important part of the process. One little mistake and it was all over.

At that moment, you sat comfortably in one of the armchairs, while the President talked and talked, and frankly, it seemed like it would never end.

All the instructions, locations, objectives, everything was explicitly spoken about. And you didn't have much doubt about what to do, another one of those jobs.

Eliminate all the people who posed a threat, no matter who they were, and take whatever else was precious. A new sample of a virus that was circulating, and all the other important documents related to it.

The mission was highly secretive, until then you and the president were the only ones who knew. And by his orders, that's how it should be.

It was those kinds of veiled threats, several countries were after this virus, which appeared to be an incredibly powerful and resistant biological weapon. An incomparable risk to society.

But at this point, nobody cares, the important thing is to have a weapon to threaten other countries with, to demonstrate 'power'. Even if it means sacrificing thousands to do so.

But you weren't here to discuss moral values, you're simply a spy, in most cases driven purely by greed. So despite your regrets, you weren't going to go into too much detail about what would be done with this sample, at least not yet.

"I need you to infiltrate a Chinese organization, I want to know more about what they're up to. You have no problem posing as one of them, do you?" The president asked, but he knew perfectly well that this was your greatest specialty.

You could team up with the bad guys and the 'good guys', whatever it took to carry out this mission.

"You mentioned something about the south coast of China, is that group there?" You ask calmly, taking a sip of tea.

"Exactly, I need you to get some documents from them. As well as a sample of the new virus." He said calmly, willing to explain again if you needed him to.

You nodded, affirming that you understood what you needed to do.

Before you could leave the room, he added, "I want you to keep an eye on Agent Kennedy, he's going on this mission. Unlike you, he'll be on the front line. Dealing with threats on the way, be prepared to meet some infected."

You looked at him sideways, visibly sulkier than usual. Not that you were going to take care of Leon, since he could manage very well on his own, but you didn't like doing missions with other people. Sometimes it got in the way more than anything else.

"Why is that? Who else is involved in this mission?" You were quick to ask, the infected weren't exactly what put you on alert.

But other people could have been involved.

It was quite clear that he wanted Leon to have extra security, which in itself was cause for suspicion, we're talking about an incredibly competent agent. He should be able to handle himself calmly, shouldn't he?

"Precautionary measures are never too much, don't you agree? I know how competent you can be, so I just assumed that you two would make a good pair together." Certainly a compliment, but you didn't know whether to like it or be at least a little wary about it.

You gave a slight sigh, basically inaudible, "I just need to keep an eye on him, right? I don't want to babysit anyone."

The president laughed with a certain amusement, although he kept his expression serious, "Exactly, Leon can manage on his own, don't worry about that. I just think an extra pair of eyes wouldn't hurt."

With a small smile, he opens the door for you, signaling you to leave. After all, the conversation was over.

All you did was pick up a few more documents and left the President's office, with a little wave and that was it. You still needed to think of precise strategies for everything to go smoothly, so you decided to go to the restaurant, a place that was quieter and you could have more time to think properly.

With quick steps you reached the small restaurant, taking a table in the corner, as you didn't want anyone bothering you.

What you did first was take a look at the information the President had given you, some extra details about this mission. You hoped they would be minimally useful, it would be a shame to read all that for nothing.

You spent so much time immersed in those documents that you didn't even notice that it was late at night and that there weren't many people around. Which was a good thing, it meant a little more peace. As you glanced at one of the last pages of the documents, you couldn't ignore the feeling that someone was watching you.

For a brief moment, you raised your head and looked around, only seeing a few employees at first glance. Paying a little more attention, you saw the familiar silhouette, Leon, who was sitting at a table a little close to yours.

He had his arms crossed and a half-closed expression, and seemed to be squinting at you, which was to be expected, after all, you hadn't had a friendly meeting.

For a few moments you stared at each other, but you realized that it wouldn't do much, so you just turned your attention back to the papers in your hands. All you had to do was tolerate him, because whether you wanted to or not, you were going on a mission with him, although you wouldn't be acting as a team. At least not in an official way, since he could certainly manage on his own, and so could you.

Light footsteps echoed around the room, it didn't take long for you to see someone sitting down next to you, you didn't have to be a genius to know it was Leon, no matter how hard he fought it, there was a growing urge in his chest, he needed to know more about you. Certainly for his own sake, his own safety, but there was something inside that made him incredibly curious.

For yet another time, he found himself admiring your figure, the cologne you wore, which by the way, just by the smell of it, he could tell how expensive it was. The shiny necklace you wore around your neck, which adorned your collarbone.

Without a shadow of a doubt, you exuded such grace that anyone who looked at you like that wouldn't be able to tell how dangerous you were. Or maybe that was the intention, the noble, cold image that didn't show much emotion.

"Looking too much." Your voice brings him out of his trance, and he quickly focuses his gaze on your face.

Clearing his throat a little awkwardly, he says something like, "Sorry...What are you doing here?"

Repeated the question, but he still hadn't gotten an answer, so it was only fair to ask one more time.

"Business. And you?" For the first time, you try to bring up something, to divert attention a little.

He sighed slightly, already understanding what you wanted to do, "You know who I am. However, I wonder what a spy like you is doing here."

Sure enough, he already knew about you, and he would make that clear. Which was a surprise, since he had been very efficient at finding some of your tracks.

Your eyes protruded into his, and your lips curved slightly into a dangerous smile.

"Quick, I admit you did well on that one." Despite the quasi-expression you showed, your face became serious again.

With another sigh, he realized that it wouldn't be easy to get some information out of you.

Once again he sighs, arms crossed and the same closed expression. What could he do to get information about you?

For a brief moment, he moved his head a little, just enough to take a peek at what you were reading.

"South coast of China? How did you get access to that? As far as I know, only hand-picked people know about it, why do you know?" It was an inquisition, he even had his eyebrows raised.

"Agent, don't ask questions you know I won't answer. Let's be practical. You already know my identity, I suppose it's not difficult to put the pieces together and understand all this." A certain debauchery was visible in your voice, although the seriousness in your tone was much more apparent.

"You're incredibly complicated, aren't you?" He said in a sullen grunt.

Leaning back a little more in your chair, you stop to look at him better for a few seconds. With dark hair, blue eyes, and a black suit with a white dress shirt inside, he looked incredibly polished.

He was handsome, you couldn't say otherwise. Apart from his perfume that entered your nostrils, that kind of smell that you could tell how high the price of the cologne was just by smelling it.

After a few minutes of silence, he decided to continue, "What are you going to do on this mission? Go undercover? But what's the point?"

For a moment you laughed discreetly, his persistence was admirable.

"If I tell you, will you leave me alone?" Your voice was calmer now, despite the colder expression.

He wasted no time nodding hastily. He needed to know more, with the excuse that you were a dangerous person, but in truth, maybe he was a little more interested in you than he should have been, just maybe.

"I need to do the dirty work, you know, just make sure no one gets in the way of the other members of the mission." That was partly true, but you were basically hiding everything else.

He raised his eyebrows once more, looking at the papers on the table, his hand slowly reaching for the folder.

"Oh sure, a mercenary is going to be in charge of security? Honestly, can't you think of a more convincing lie?"

You scoffed, seeing that he wanted to take a look at the folder, so you pulled him by the wrist. In a quick second, he was right next to you.

"Sweetie, I wouldn't move a muscle if I were you." An almost inaudible whisper, but he would definitely hear it. He was so close to you.

For a moment, his eyes widened a little, just as his lips threatened to quirk into a sideways smile.

"Why should I listen to you?" He teased back, his low voice sending vibrations throughout your body.

You chuckled, squeezing his fist a little harder.

"I wouldn't try my luck if I were you." You hissed.

Despite your velvety tone, he could already imagine that you wouldn't hesitate to do something to prevent Leon from finding out more about you.

Raising his head a little more, he brought his face closer to yours, to the point where you could both feel each other's breathing.

You closed your eyes, a veiled smile appearing on your lips.

'So that's how he plays it,' you think to yourself.

With your free hand, you hold him by the chin without breaking eye contact.

"Agent Kennedy, don't start something you can't finish." The tone of your voice was incredibly seductive, and it wasn't intentional.

It was enough to elicit a chuckle from him as he leaned his chin a little more on your hand.

"Should I consider this a flirtation? Or an early warning of your hostility?" As crazy as it sounded, there was an explicit tone of amusement in his voice.

He was dying to know what you meant, his curiosity only growing by the minute. It was so wrong, you were a morally wrong person, and he knew it, so why the hell did he want to know more about you? Why the hell did you have to be so beautiful?

"Take it any way you like, Agent Kennedy." You say with a furtive smile, followed by a wink.

Maybe it was just a distraction since you got up and left right away. But you couldn't deny that you were swayed by the man, not only was he handsome, he seemed interesting.

And you can bet that he felt the same way because he stared at you like a puppy on the street. As soon as you stood up, his eyes followed you until you left the restaurant, controlling his desire to simply chase after you.

He would look pathetic if he did that, but God, it was so tempting. But he wouldn't, not so easily. He knew the game you were playing, and he wouldn't just give in. At least, that's what he thought.

What he forced himself to believe.

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A few more details settled, and the mission began. It only took a few days. After all, it was a mission that had a certain urgency. With a good few hours of flying, you were on the south coast of China, not that you were very excited to begin with.

Leon had arrived first, at which point he was probably already doing his job. And you had to find the faction that contained the inside information, just as you had to find the sample of the new virus, which certainly wouldn't be easy.

You could say that with certainty, since you saw how big the place was. A small village, it appeared to be very humble, even if it was eerily silent. That in itself was a reason to cock an ear.

This made you wonder why a faction would choose a place like this to carry out their operations. Perhaps because they wanted a quieter place, without attracting anyone's attention. It's not like it was the smartest idea in the world, since it ended up being discovered anyway.

By sneaking around here and there you managed to get deeper into that village, nothing special, if you were being honest. The only alarming thing about the place was the deafening silence, incredible that you couldn't even hear the sounds of the surroundings, such as birds or other animals.

It was macabre, you couldn't deny that. The only sound was your footsteps, which were almost inaudible as you tried your best not to make a sound. Since attracting unwanted attention was not your focus.

A few steps later, you spotted Leon, who was a little further on. He was dealing with some infected, and had everything under control, no wonder he was considered an incredibly competent agent, seeing him like this, you could tell why.

Even though you were approaching discreetly, without giving him a chance to see you, you kept glancing at him from time to time, just to make sure he was getting the job done.

The sound of gunfire soon ceased, and you realized that Leon had already cleared his side, now just making sure everything was all right. And so you decided to make your way, moving towards an abandoned balcony, exactly the location you wanted to get to. Before entering, you examined everything outside, making sure there were no ambushes or anything that could be an imminent risk.

After a few minutes of inspection, you entered the old counter, steps awkward, gun in hand, and a thoughtful expression on your face. Any mistake could mean the end, and you knew it perfectly well. However, once again you were surprised: there was no one there, not a single person, not even a sign of an infected person passing by.

What did that mean?

Footsteps and more footsteps, and you still hadn't found anyone, only for your confirmation that it was an abandoned place. You didn't even dare to touch anything that was there, it was all very ordinary, and of course, that should be a good thing, but frankly, it wasn't.

However, literally out of nowhere, you felt a weight on your body, knocking you to the ground almost instantly. Your first reaction was to let out a slight grunt, but you certainly fought back as soon as you realized you were being pressed to the floor.

The dark surroundings made it difficult to see, but you managed to press your heels into the back of the person's knee, or whatever was pressing you to the floor.

The response you got was a grunt of pain, the pressure you put on was enough to loosen the grip you were being held in, from the voice, it was a person. You managed to push the person off you, rolling on the floor and looking for your gun.

But before you could reach for the gun, the same person pressed you against the wall, a strong hand on your stomach pushing you hard into the wall, while its forearm was glued to your throat. The person was so strong that you already felt dizzy from the slightest contact.

Even though it took some effort, you grabbed the knife you were carrying, which was attached in a holster on your thighs, and quickly pressed it against the person's neck.

And in the most idiotic way possible, you only just stopped to look at who it was, and the person did the same.

"Leon?"

"You?"

The two said in unison, looking at each other with inexplicable surprise, given the unusual situation. Even so, neither of you surrendered. On the contrary, both stares continued.

In the end, one was waiting for the other to surrender, but the question was, which one was going to take the initiative? It seemed that neither had this question in mind, nor were you even willing to give in.

"You're kind of sweet." You tease him, a mischievous smile starting to appear on your lips.

The answer was a heavy, annoyed sigh, his forearm pushing even harder against your throat.

"Don't tease me. What kind of trouble are you up to?" He asks in a hiss, blue eyes staring at you intensely.

You smiled wickedly, your eyes meeting his gaze. And to be honest, you didn't seem to be scared at all.

"My my, you're insistent, aren't you?" Your voice was a low and provocative one, just to play with his strings a bit more.

You could hear him cursing under his breath, he was piercing you with his gaze now.

"I'm warning you, if you do some kind of shit-" You stopped him mid-sentence.

Your fingers pressed against his lips, in a way to make him hush.

"So grumpy, relax a bit. You know, I could easily kill you if I wanted to." Although the low and charming voice, this was a threat, no doubt of that.

He seemed to be mesmerized by you, those plump lips, which are stained with that dammed red lipstick. It looked so damn sexy on you.

Seeing that, your lips curl into a smirk. You both know so well this attraction that was starting to grow between you two.

It was so wrong. Why in hell does Leon feel attracted towards you? Why did you make him feel in some type of way? He barely knows you.

His breath hitched as soon as he felt your thumb brushing his lower lip. The way you looked at him was so tempting. Sure, it was only some trick to make him distracted, and well, it's working perfectly fine. He wasn't even trying to push you back.

"You're obnoxious.." He whispered, loosening his grip on you. Yet, holding you in place firmly enough.

You scoffed, pressing your thumb even more on his lip. There was a small smile playing along your lips.

You could tell by the way that his hand slipped from your stomach to your waist, he wanted to take this further.

Some part of you wanted to keep teasing him, even if wasn't the best place for it.

With a quick motion, you moved your face closer to his, making his eyes hover exactly on your lips.

"Such a tease.." He hums, grip tightening around your waist.

Slowly, you take off his forearm from your throat, putting it down gently. You even feel bold enough to let a small kiss on his forearm.

Even if he tried not to, he couldn't hide the small smirk forming on the corner of his lips. He's enjoying this a little bit too much, and he doesn't want to stop if he's being honest.

"You know damn well that I can just kill you, don't you?" He even tried to sound imposing and all, but that's not what he wanted to do now. And you both know it.

You chuckled, dragging your fingers over his face,"I could kill you too. My knife is right here." In a quiet and simple whisper, you remind him that you still are in a position to warm him if you want to.

At this rate, none of you are taking each other threats seriously, and it seemed more like some kind of veiled flirting.

His free hand roamed to your neck again, the gentle touch that soon enough became a grasp. Not strong enough to leave marks or leave you breathless.

It was more like some kind of teasing, by the way that he moved his face even more closer to yours.

"A bold move, must say." You scoff, pressing your knife even more on his neck.

His face was so close now that his nose was touching yours, his mouth dangerously closer to you. Surely, that was not how this mission should be going, but you're not in the place to complain about anything, and he could say the same.

There you are, looking at him with the most cynical look, while he kept that dumb smirk on his lips.

What a situation.

His hold tightened around your neck, making you gasp slightly. The little sound that made his blue eyes sparkle, he didn't even try to hide it.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Agent." Your voice was barely a whisper at this point.

He smiled sideways, his thumb wandering over your lips in a subtle way of touching you.

"What are you doing here?" Surely the question he'd been wanting an answer to for ages.

You gave a low chuckle, pressing your knife further into his neck.

"I'm not telling, not even to you." As soon as you said that, he hung you a little tighter.

It was enough to make you choke. He took the opportunity to move even closer, his lips gently caressing yours.

You understood what he was getting at, and you wouldn't give in. You bet.

"I'm not in the mood for this. You should start talking." Despite his authoritative tone, you could sense that he was enjoying himself, even though he was trying to keep a serious expression.

You slid your tongue out of your mouth, tracing his lower lip in an incredibly provocative way.

He drew in his breath sharply, his eyes slowly closing. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.

"Don't make things complicated, we can solve this so easily." You whisper sensually, you could have ended it already, but that wasn't your plan.

His eyes meet yours, in the most impure of looks. God, what a hell of a situation.

It would cause quite a delay to the mission, but at that point, neither of you cared. It was more like the world around you had stopped.

But like any good moment, you were interrupted by the sound of footsteps and voices. Which made you stop your teasing and look for a place to hide. Leon was quick to take you by the arm and lead you behind some debris, the two of you crouching down and listening intently to the conversation.

In the end, it was just some of the faction's plans that you needed to neutralize, which was very helpful. You just needed to neutralize everything, and with the little bit of information you had received, it would be possible. Although it was quite risky.

You could feel Leon's gaze on you from time to time, he was staring at you. As if he knew exactly what you were thinking.

"The person they're referring to is you, isn't it?" Leon asks, his voice completely stoic. His blue eyes scan you wildly.

"Wanting to know too much. You go on your way, and I'll go on mine." You say sharply, returning to a more centered posture.

Leon knew he couldn't push you any further, at least not now. But he would certainly stick to you until he found out what you were up to.

As soon as the noises stopped, you took the opportunity to look for more clues.

But before you moved any further along the abandoned balcony, you approached Leon once more, kissing him on the cheek.

"Take care, I don't want to find you dead out there." You said it jokingly, but he could sense your seriousness.

He let out a puffy smile, watching as you walked away. He couldn't help himself, his eyes glazed over your curves.

What the fuck was he feeling? This shouldn't be happening.

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It took a few hours, but you managed to infiltrate, even though it cost you some valuable information. Closely classified.

This would probably give you a headache, and you can bet that the President wouldn't be too happy about the information being shared.

You already had a certain amount of trust from one of the faction members, even though they were people of dubious character. But you knew how to play this game, and you wouldn't lose.

At that moment you were walking through the underground part of the counter, which was incredibly large and complex. It was so big, you didn't expect to find a place like this.

A few times during these hours, you ran into Leon, and did your best to make him go unnoticed. You didn't know why you were acting like this, but you couldn't let him get in your way. You couldn't even let him get hurt and become an imminent problem.

It was undeniable that you also wanted to protect him, not that he needed you. But you knew that things wouldn't end well if any of the members of that faction knew that Leon was there too.

If they didn't already know.

In that silence, you could feel that you and yours were being followed or watched. And that wasn't just your feeling.

You could feel the tension building there, like a storm brewing in the distance. Now you were with a group of three men, four people in total counting you.

That walk was just an introduction to the underground site, since that was the exchange you had made. Classified information in exchange for a tour of the site. There was nothing unusual so far, although it was incredibly bizarre. No doubt about it.

And the place began to get darker and darker, with only a few dim lights from the lamps. Even if you were used to this kind of situation, you couldn't ignore the chill in your stomach that sneaked up on you.

What's more, your thoughts sometimes turned to Leon, whom you had already met a few times in this place. It would be so much more practical if the mission consisted of just you and him, two competent people who would get things done quickly. Because what you least wanted was to be trapped in that place, which was too disgusting for that.

The further you walked, the more an uncomfortable feeling grew in you; your body was completely tense by this point. You were in a state of alert, any movement was enough to alarm you.

At a certain distance, you could see Leon sneaking around the old place. That was more than enough to make your eyes widen and you try to warn him somehow to get out of there.

It didn't do much good, as he completely ignored you. He was just as focused on the mission as you were.

You tried to keep the attention off him, but the other people with you noticed the strange movement.

You already knew that the people in this faction were dangerous, and you certainly knew how to deal with them. However, you felt apprehensive in case Leon was taken by surprise. It certainly wouldn't end well.

For a few moments, you arranged a distraction for the group, causing them to dissipate for a few brief minutes. Enough for you to catch up with Leon and pull him into a quieter room.

"Are you going crazy? Get out of here. They're exactly looking for you." You hissed at him, pressing him against the wall.

To your surprise, his reaction was to pull you by the waist, so close that you could almost rest your forehead on his.

"Don't forget that I'm here for my reasons too. Just like you." He whispers, his fingers tracing your back.

You stare in disbelief at his action, it wasn't possible that he was thinking about this. Not in this situation.

"Agent Kennedy, this isn't the time for that." You whisper back, your gaze penetrating his.

He just smiled, looking around. He knew you wouldn't do anything against him, just as he wouldn't do anything against you.

Veiled words that you both knew deep down you wouldn't cross those boundaries.

"You're the one who left those guns and ammunition here for me, aren't you?" he asked quietly, even looking at you with a certain amount of apprehension.

You nodded, it was no big deal. Just a simple gesture to make sure everything went smoothly.

All for the mission. That's all.

He pulled you a little further into the corner, so that the two of you went unnoticed by anyone. But that closeness, the way the two of you were glued together.

Incredibly tempting, that was undeniable.

But you needed to focus, but it didn't help that he was being very protective, the way he simply shielded your body with his. Although you didn't have the friendliest encounters, this affection was only growing.

Who knows why? It shouldn't even be happening after all.

"You know they're looking for you, don't you?" You ask, staring at him once again.

"I'm well aware of that, just as I'm aware that you're with them. Yet you keep helping me." He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from you.

You could tell by the way his lips curved into a sideways smile that he wanted to hear it.

"Don't ask questions. Look, if you get out of here alive. I'll treat you to dinner as soon as we get back." You proposed it, you couldn't risk him getting in the way of the mission.

Of course, that would be it.

"I hope you're a person of your word because I'm going to charge you for this dinner." His smile was wide, he didn't even make a point of hiding it.

You nodded hastily, signaling him to move away. And fortunately, that's what he did.

But just as he turned to disappear down the corridor, you heard some voices behind you. Shouting almost frantically.

"Here, he's here." It was the same group you were with before, and now they had found their target. Leon.

You didn't have a very precise reaction, you just told Leon to keep moving away.

It was more than obvious that bargaining was not an option, they had an objective. And you couldn't let that happen.

Just as you needed Leon alive for mission-related reasons. And you would certainly break it to him.

You didn't hesitate to fire on the group, you didn't hesitate to have to kill them one by one, just to ensure that the mission was completed correctly.

A few good shots and blows later, all you had around you was blood, as well as the bodies of the poor unfortunates who thought they had a chance against you.

A few more deaths for your account. And you didn't feel a twinge of regret.

You look back, only to see Leon's astonished face. He almost couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

You were cold, and the way you didn't even tremble after everything you'd done was the clearest proof he could have.

It also gave him one more certainty: you wouldn't hurt him. Not after having let him live even though you could have ended him, and having helped him a few times.

And this was another of your bits of help. And he was in no position to complain. Not now.

Before you could exchange a single word, the sound of gunfire echoed around the room. It made you and Leon look at each other nervously.

If one of the people you had seriously wounded still had the strength to pull the trigger, the bullet would have hit you straight on. However, without you expecting it, Leon stepped in front of you, taking the bullet for you.

That was enough for him to fall to the ground, and for a brief moment you rushed forward, your first move being to kill the bastard who had fired. This time you made sure he was dead.

Then you bent down and looked at Leon's wound, he was bleeding profusely.

His pained expression made your heart squeeze, you had to help him somehow.

The option was to get him to a safer place, and you would do it. No matter what the cost.

You wouldn't leave him out in the open like that, you wouldn't let him down.

You couldn't do that.

For the mission.

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"Damn you, why the hell did you take a bullet for me?" You hissed, dabbing some antiseptic on his bruise.

For some divine reason, the bullet hadn't lodged. It had only damaged the wound. Which, despite everything, was a relief.

He grunted a little, still trying to keep his cool attitude, "It was nothing, just a bullet for a pretty lady."

Despite the joking tone, you hold him by the chin, looking at him with fervor.

"Regardless, I don't want you getting hurt for me, understand?"' Your voice was completely serious, but it was impossible to deny the worry you carried in your chest.

It wasn't fair of him to do that. It could have cost him his life. And you couldn't allow a person like him to risk himself for someone like you.

"Oh, come on. Just one bullet, it's not like I'm going to die -" You didn't let him finish. You just pushed your lips against his, in a way, to keep him quiet.

For a brief moment, he hesitated but kissed you back soon after. In a calmer, more affectionate way, one of his hands stroked your hair while your lips moved in pure synchronicity.

His hand, which had been in your hair, now went down, grasping the back of your neck, pushing you even closer to him.

You simply didn't hold back. You surrendered to his touches. Letting your tongue slide into his mouth, making the kiss more intense and wild, possibly that was his intention.

And of course, you should have pushed him away, at least not let it get so deep, but your body betrayed you, and you just let yourself go.

What seemed like an eternity ended after a good few minutes, when your lips parted painfully.

He had a faint look on his face despite the pain of his bruise. And you didn't do much to avoid the silly smile that was drawn on your lips, either.

And well, he was more than satisfied with that, since it was quite an effort to get you to smile, but it was something. At least you were more comfortable next to him. That's what he was thinking now.

You closed your eyelids, savoring his kiss, the taste of his lips on yours. Which only took a few seconds, as you forced yourself to focus on tending to his wound. Which was still oozing blood.

Despite the great desire to repeat the scene, you restrained yourself and went back to applying antiseptic to his wound

You started to get some bandages to wrap the wound properly.

He let out a few grunts of pain but quickly muffled them with his bare hands. Even with his attempts to hide the pain, you were completely aware that it was bothering him.

"When I've finished, you can stay here a while longer. At least until you feel better." You say softly, tying a bandage around his arm, gently to prevent it from hurting him more.

"No need." He says in a hoarse voice, trying his best to remain serious.

"That's not a question. It's an order, Kennedy." You say even more seriously, looking at him deeply.

Even after the kiss, the atmosphere was still somehow romantic because he knew you weren't being rude to him. You were just worrying. Even though you had a harsh way of showing it.

He sighed in defeat, knowing that you weren't going to let him leave so soon, but if he was sincere, from the kiss you exchanged, anything after that was a win-win situation.

"It won't take long, I can recover quickly." He said quietly, but from the pained look on his face, you could tell that it would be some time before he recovered.

"There's no need to rush, I'll take a look outside. I'll make sure everything's clean before we leave." That was enough to make him look at you a little puzzled.

"But we haven't found anything here yet. We can't go back."

"I'll take care of it, I'll escort you back. At least I'll get you out of here. You don't have to worry about the rest. I'll do what's necessary." You say calmly and coolly, completely confident in yourself.

Unlike Leon, who looks at you as if he's just heard the most absurd thing in the world. And then he deliberately denies it with his head.

"No way, I'm not letting you go alone. It's my mission, too." He protested, looking at you a little annoyed.

You sighed, rolling your eyes at his stubbornness, "You stay, I won't risk you going off like that. One ass to look after is enough."

Another annoyed grunt, yet he knew it was pointless fighting you because you'd go all the way. But it was Leon, so he'd pull out all the stops to try and help in some way.

"Stay here, I'll take a look outside." It was an order, and you'll not accept his no as an answer.

Now things have changed, and all that mattered to you was to take him away from this place safely. He had done more than enough in this mission. Despite you knowing so well that he'll not stay still as you said. But even so, you'll make sure that he was safe, at least.

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As you rushed back to the helicopter that was waiting for you, your mind was only thinking about how Leon was feeling. You couldn't help but feel guilty somehow regards what happened. At this rate, you already managed to finish all the missions, and as a result, you were all bruised and untidy. But that was what the last you're caring for right now.

The faction has ended properly. You exuded any kind of plans that they might be doing. Just like the new virus sample was safe in your hands, at least for now.

You can feel your cold demeanor fade once you lay your eyes on Leon, who is leaning back in one of the helicopter's seats, with closed eyes, and a tired expression. You can't blame him. He'd been through so much in this mission. It was more than fair that he was like this.But the way his face was still pale was worrying. But you couldn't show too much, not in public.

It wouldn't be good for his reputation, and that's what you wanted the least.

You only agreed to go on the same helicopter as him because the other one would take a few hours, and you couldn't stand the atmosphere there any longer. You'd already faced enough problems there.

Leon seemed so fated that he didn't even bother to open his eyes, he just continued resting there. His free hand held his injured arm, while his breathing was a little faint. But it was there.

He'd probably need a few stitches when he got back, and that would certainly leave a scar.

You sat a little away from him, but watched him from time to time. In a more discreet way, just to make sure he was still okay. Since it would probably be a few hours before you got back to the White House.

So all that remained was to wait patiently and keep an eye on Leon's condition.

After all, you felt more than obliged to do this, he had been shot for you, after all.

It took a while, quite a while if you were being honest. But the two of you finally reached the white house. It was very late, probably late at night.

You still stayed awake a lot, you had to report on what had happened. And it would take a long time, even hours to tell the details.

You and Leon didn't talk much, you just greeted each other briefly before entering the President's office. Which, frankly, was a total bore, just a lot of boring work talk. Which you couldn't stand hearing about any more.

Time seemed to pass so slowly, you could have sworn that hours had passed, and that had probably already happened.

After settling everything once again, you received your paycheck along with your bonus, and it was time to get out of there. Your mission was over, and that was certainly what you were going to do.

At least, that was your plan.

Which were interrupted as soon as Leon pulled you into an empty corridor, pushed you against the wall and kissed you out of the blue.

It was a desperate, thirsty kiss, as if he needed it to live. And you kissed him back with the same intensity.

"You're going to keep your word, aren't you? I'm not giving up on this dinner." He whispers, resting his forehead on yours. Looking at you tensely.

Despite being tired and sore, and clearly looking like he hadn't slept in the last few days, he didn't stop being handsome for a single second.

"I certainly have to make my word count, don't I?" You say softly, giving him a light kiss.

You'd exchanged the necessary information, everything had already been arranged. All you had to do was wait for the day to arrive.

You just had to wait a little longer, just a little longer.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

The waited night finally came. Now was the day for that dinner. One that you're quite eager for. It was almost night now, and even if still sometime before that dinner, you wanted to get ready calmly, so you just started early.

Or maybe because you're so anxious about that? It's an option, too.

Lucky for you the time passed quickly, a couple of hours, and was already time to go. And even so, you looked yourself in the mirror once again, paying attention to every detail. Honestly, even you can't say why you're being this perfectionist on this night.

But well, all of your thoughts vanished once you heard someone knocking on your door. You can bet that was him, who seemed to be the kind of man that would politely go to your home and take you to this dinner. And no, you're not complaining about that.

As soon as you open the door, you immediately see Leon, with a sly smile on his face. His eyes look attentively at your body, your dress, everything about you seems to be dumbfounded.

"Looking pretty." He said in a charming voice, pulling you by your waist and giving a small kiss on your cheek.

You can't help but chuckle at his bold action. He was just as eager as you. This was just undeniable.

"You look nice, too." You said with a small wink, taking a better view of him.

Leather jacket, along with also leather pants. A blue shirt, his hair perfectly in place, and you couldn't let pass that delicious cologne that fills your nostrils.

He chuckled, leaning in and giving your cheek another kiss.

Certainly, this should be another one of your dates, but it felt so special for some strange reason. Something about Leon seemed to be so endearing.

With another smile exchange, he quickly guides you to his motorbike, ready to take you to the nice restaurant that he reserved. He was more than willing to pamper you all night long. You can tell by the way that he chose the most expensive restaurant, only to make sure to treat you properly.

And everything went so well, you both talked all the dinner. As if you two have known each other for so long, all of this with good wine and good food. Looking at this situation now, it doesn't even look like you both are just like a cat and mouse. Far from it.

But you managed one thing, the euphoric looks in Leon's eyes, once you accepted to go to his apartment and spend the night with him.

Oh my, you drove him crazy only by agreeing with such a thing.

He would be lying if he said that his mind wasn't going wild right now. Yet, he's trying his best not to lose his cool because he wants you so much.

A couple of talks after, you both decided that it was time to go back to his apartment, to let the night go. The night was pleasant so far, but being quite honest, the part you two went back to his apartment and spent the rest of the evening together was so exciting.

After some twenty minutes of driving, you finally arrived at his apartment. Luxurious and expensive, you couldn't wait any less from him.

Once you stepped inside his apartment, he didn't waste time and pushed you against the closed door, kissing you with fervor, as if his life depended on it.

His hands roamed in your body, squeezing and caressing every inch of it. He can't control himself anymore. He needs this, and he'll have it.

Your tongue gets entangled with his, dancing non-stop. You both wanted this so badly, this desire that had been building up since you met him, and you can be sure as hell that he has this feeling, too.

"God damn you." He managed to mumble during the kiss. He hated the way that he lost his cool so easily with you.

The way that you make his heart beat so fast every fucking time. He shouldn't, you shouldn't even be there, in his apartment.

But who said that he cares? Sure, you're someone who he should despise, but then again, who said that he care?

"You can be as mad as you want. You can't deny what you feel for me." You teased in a cocky tone, biting his lower lip in response.

This was more than enough to drag out a groan from him, his hands cupping your ass tightly.

"You're a damn tease, and I fucking can't control myself." He grumbled, smashing his lips against yours another time.

His hands find the waistband of your panties, pushing it down with force, making your underwear fall into your feet.

Not that you cared at this point, quite the opposite.

After another heated kiss, he takes his mouth away from yours, hovering over your neck. Kissing and nipping, his big and warm hands cupping and squeezing your ass. Your hands find a way in his hair, caressing it while his mouth travels in your neck.

"I never expected you to be this eager, Leon." You coo, your mischievous tone that makes his mind go wild.

In response, he bit your neck, strong enough to leave a small mark on it. You moan softly at his act, and this made him even more aroused. Knowing damn well what he's doing to you.

"Yeah? Because this lady here," He pointed at you dramatically, "is getting me all head over heels."

You let out a soft chuckle, clearly amused by his bluntness. In fact, you like this pretty much.

With one hand, he dragged his fingers over your exposed thigh, feeling the soft skin. The skin that he craved so much to touch, and now was everything under the tip of his fingers.

But also, he can't help it, the way your breath hitches with each touch, your hands gripping his hair and pulling him closer. He was more than sure that you wanted this to go further. You wanted to be his for this night.

"You're so damn hot, I swear to God. I've never felt this way in a long time." He whispered in your neck, rubbing his mouth on it. Leaving a trail of wet kisses.

"Oh no, don't tell me that you'd fallen for me?" You asked in a teasing way, only to mess with him.

But his silence, his silence followed by the hard gulp. This was enough to leave you speechless for a couple of seconds. Even so, he managed to keep kissing and nibbling your neck, in a way to make this matter aside.

You also pulled his jacket aside, leaving him only with his shirt with sleeves, his muscles flexing with each movement. You can feel your mouth watering at the sight.

Your hands slide into his shirt, exploring underneath. Feeling each one of the muscles on his abdomen, your own arousal, grows more and more. You can tell by the way you are soaking wet.

"I'm not the only one being eager here, do I?" He purrs, his skilled fingers hovering on the wet surface of your cunt. Teasing you just enough to draw a sweet moan from you.

With one finger he strokes your clit, sliding his index on your needy hole. And he felt that you were so wet and warm for him, so inviting.

His free hand grabbed your chin, making you look directly at him. Your face had a smirk and a red shade, you were enjoying this a lot.

"Those damn lips of yours." He growled, brushing his thumb on your lower lip, pushing down to make you open your mouth for him.

Quickly enough, he slides another finger inside you, thrusting into you at a fast pace. Making you gasp and whine for him.

He didn't wait for a second and pressed his lips on yours, kissing you in such a way as to drive you insane only by that.

"I'll kiss you until your lips are all puffy, you understand? I'll do it." He stated, letting his tongue roam free in your mouth. He can't wait any longer.

His fingers kept moving in and out, curling and hitting your sweet spots again and again. His mouth didn't leave yours for a moment, he'll do it. Kiss you until that plump lips of yours are all puffy.

He smirked once he looked down, seeing his hand all messed with your juices, pussy dripping and clenching around him, he knew that you were close. And he'll push you to the edge, you can be sure.

"You'll come for me, won't you? I'll make you squirt all over." In a small and quiet purr, he said, adding a third finger. His skilled movements make you see stars, and you're just loving it.

"I'm close." You mewl, clasping his shoulders tightly, your lips parted, and heavy breathing coming out.

"What a cute little thing." Another smirk appears on his face because he wants to see you breaking apart in front of him so badly. He was just craving for it.

He pulled you by your waist, his fingers working like magic in your needy cunt, making you cry and moan his name. His lips started to leave another trail of kisses, going down to your neck, soon enough arriving on your collarbone.

And with that, your body trembled, your tight and warm walls collapsing in his fingers, making a big mess of it. At this rate, you're breathless, your hair disheveled, and your eyes closed. You are just seeing stars right now, a sensation so good that you don't even remember the last time that you felt this way.

"You're so fucking hot." Leon growled in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine.

He was claiming you, worshiping you, doing everything to show you that he wanted you so much. Right now, he just wants to make you his, and nothing else.

The world outside doesn't matter. All he cares about now is this moment, you and him.

With a quick motion, he lifts you, holding you by your ass. He was taking you to his bed, to his room. And he'll make you his there, just like it should.

Unconsciously, your legs wrapped around him, kissing him over and over, his lips fit so perfectly with yours. As if this was meant to be. His grip on your ass gets tight as he squeezes it with force, pushing you down just a little. Enough to make you feel his bulge, which was more than evident at this point.

"This hard for me, cutie?" You said in a provocative voice, kissing and nibbling his jaw.

More than enough to take a groan from him, as he smacked your ass with a loud noise.

You let out a little noise, along with a small chuckle, as you kept dragging your mouth on his face.

Once in his room, he sat down with you on his lap, making you sit exactly on his growing erection. He wanted you to feel it. He needs you to feel it.

"I guess that someone needs a little help, isn't?" You hum, giving him the most mischievous smile that you could give.

"You little.." He grunts, stopping when he feels your hands roaming on his chest as you kiss the sides of his face.

He was so turned on that it hurt somehow. He doesn't even know how he got in such a state, but he did.

Your hands quickly find his belt, and you are fast to take it off, slipping your hands on the big volume in his boxers. Caressing through the thin fabric, getting an audible groan from him.

In a way to push his buttons even further, you started to give him only pecks on his lips, refusing to give him full kisses. At first, he didn't mind, but he got incredibly impatient when he noticed that you were just teasing him.

And good job, because was working. As you slide your hand on his underwear, you can feel the wet spot, the man was already leaking pre-cum, you can feel how stick his crotch was, and once you touched it, he seemed to fall apart on your fingers. His cock twitched under your fingertips, begging for any kind of attention, for anything that you could give.

"Do you mind giving me a full kiss or -" Leon grumbled but got interrupted by you when you crashed your lips on his. Making out with him shameless.

He bucks his hips, only enough to drag his pants and underwear down, making his throbbing cock jumps out of its cage. Almost in a relieving way.

Both of you were so eager that any minute longer could be an agony. You needed this to feel him fully, to feel that he's yours. Even if it is just for one night.

Didn't take long for to you feel his red tip rubbing on your entrance, wet folds inviting this moment so badly.

Man was already a mess, panting and moaning softly under you, he didn't even bother to hide it. You made him feel so lustful that he lost the capacity to think straight.

His sticky precum flowed down in his thighs, and he made sure to mess you with his liquids too, after all, was all your fault.

Soon, you put his length in, letting his thick cock stretch you out. Your velvety and tight walls sucking him inside, in a vicious way.

"So fucking tight." He growled, spreading your ass cheeks and moving his hips.

He doesn't even want to wait. He just wants to pound you over and over again.

You can't help but feel even more aroused by this, seeing Leon under you, his hair disheveled, his breath was a mess, and he can't even control the noises that he makes.

Such a beautiful sight, you can't deny that.

"You're filling me so well." You hum, your voice soft as silk.

"A pretty girl like you deserves." He said back, biting your lower lip and sharply bucking his hips. Taking a loud whine from you.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you find your pace with him. Moving in the most pure and unholy sync. The room was only filled with the sounds of your bodies crashing, the moans that seemed to be louder at each thrust.

The bottled sexual tension is being relieved in the most alluring way, one that neither of you will forget.

His hand finds its way to the back of your neck, pulling you for a heated and wild kiss, tongues dancing and intertwining. His other free hand grabs your waist, squeezing and grasping your soft skin.

Suddenly, you stopped moving, only kissing him back and caressing his chest. You can already feel the devilish smile curling on your lips.

"What's that?" Leon grunts, leaning his forehead on yours, looking at you with those piercing blue eyes.

You can feel him starting to rut under you, but you don't bulge. Instead, you just kept staring at him with that cocky smile of yours.

"I don't want to move. What's the matter?" You whispered, tracing the line of his cheekbones.

His eyes narrowed, and you could swear that you heard a small whimper come out from his lips.

"Don't make me beg.." He groaned, his hands gripping your waist tightly, almost forcing you to move.

Your lips brushed on his, as you slowly moved your hips, it was torturous. He knew that you were just teasing, but it turned him on even more. Every single act of yours is capable of turning him on in such a way.

How this is even possible? He thought for himself.

Your hands hovered on the scar in his biceps, the bullet that he took for you. As you gently caressed the scar, you could see the tender look on his face, and to make him look even more aroused, you kissed it. Giving a few pecks on his scar to show him how grateful you were.

"Thank you, sweetie." You whispered in his ear, dragging your fingers over the scar again, to show that you mean it. And such a simple act, turned him on even further.

He couldn't control himself. It was too much. He needs to fuck you so badly, he can't wait for that. It's like his body is begging for it, he can't think properly, and he just has this urge to fuck you.

He was fast, rolling you over, so you were lying on his bed, your legs being spread widely, and he was pushing your knees into the bed.

He needs this view. He is craving for it.

And honestly? For the dumb look on your face was all worth it.

"What do you think you're doing?" You whispered, your nails digging in his forearms.

He scoffed, pushing his length all over you again, taking out a loud moan from your pretty lips. Pussy so wet and tight, nestling him in so easily.

"It's my turn to fuck you, yeah?" He groaned, hips moving at an unholy pace. His heavy balls slapping against you.

He was so deep, hitting that spongy spot over and over. Making you see stars again, making your body arch in such a way.

He can't help, seeing your little face all twisted while he pumps you fool, your chest rising and falling, the way that you moan his name as if was a new religion.

"You're going to be the death of me." He cooed, leaning his weight over you.

Only to hear you closely, he needs to see the whimpering mess that you're in right now.

Now, you can barely think straight, just humming some nonsense things. Because you can't focus, all you can do right now is whine and whimper, grasp his forearms tightly. Letting the mark of your nails on it.

He was so close, just like you. He can feel your delicate walls tightening around him, the way your body quirver and squirm under him.

He knows that so well.

"C'mon, doll. Come for me, will you? Make a mess on my cock." He stops, only to moan and bit your ear, "Fuck, you're so sweet for me. Taking me so well, look at this." He whispered, looking down.

You let out a soft whine, feeling the way that his cock disappeared on your cunt, the way that it slides so easily. In and out, in the most perfect ritm.

"I'm close, fuck I'm close." You whimper, eyes closing and rolling to the back of your head.

Was too much, his fat cock hitting all of your spots. His violent thrusts make you go into heaven and hell at the same time. Too much.

And he doesn't help you, his finger pressing against your clit aggressively, taking out a loud gasp from you. The cherry on top was when he decided to choke you, not to hurt you, but only to hold you and see you dumb face while he does so. The small tears that formed in the corner of your eyes, so pretty. Such a pretty girl for him. This was enough to send you over the edge.

There you were, squirting all over him. Your juices wetting his crouch and thighs.

He let out a satisfied groan, claiming your lips in a sloppy kiss. Whispering sweet nothings, only to disguise the way that he was fucking you mercilessly. And he wouldn't stop until he came all over you, he needs to fill you up with his cum.

"A pretty girl like you deserves it, no? My cum all over that sweet pussy, I'm sure you want that, don't you?" He teased, looking at your pretty face. You're so damn hot right now, so good for him.

"Just.. fuck.. do it.." You breathe out, feeling so sensitive that your pussy tightened around him again. Your walls clenching around his cock.

This magic worked so well, he can feel the first spurts of cum coming out, painting your insides. He let out a moan, his eyes closed and his head leaning back. You can tell by the look on his face that he was in complete bliss.

Was a big load. You can feel by the way that a part of it was falling all over you, making a mess. Not that none of you cared anyway. That was his way to show you how much he loved this.

How you make him go wild. Is the only proper way to show you, and he proudly did.

Once again, he takes your lips, kissing you with passion, letting his tongue slide into your mouth another time. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him in.

He pulled you in his embrace, holding you like this for a while. Waiting for both of you to calm down for the high.

After a couple of minutes, he decided to speak,"Will you stay for tonight?" His voice was a tiny whisper, and he was almost begging you to stay.

You let out a soft chuckle, caressing his hair,"If that's what you want. I can stay." You hum, kissing his cheeks in a tender way.

That was more than enough to take a smile from him, as he gently lay you down properly in the bed. Pulling some covers on both of you, and soon enough cuddling with you.

You'll not deny this for him, knowing so well that you'll leave in the middle of the night. Even if you would love to wake up in his side, you knew too well that this couldn't happen. This is supposed to be just a fling, nothing more.

Even if there's a glimmer of hope on your heart that still wants more. But your work can't let you do that, almost impossible, to say at least.

But the way that he cuddled with you, holding you tightly. Only to make sure that you'll stay, just until he falls asleep. To have your presence to make his sleep a bit better.

Your heart melted once he showered you with kisses, trailing all over your face. Whispering little praises while doing so.

It was a simple act, but so lovely.

"You're adorable, Leon." You hum softly, caressing his cheeks.

The way he looked at you, fuck, more than enough to make you smile like a child. He wanted to hold you, to keep you in his arms that night. If only for one night.

He felt he needed it, even though he didn't know why. He had this affection for you that he couldn't even explain.

And you were more than happy to be in that situation, even if only for one night. That you wouldn't soon forget.

At that moment, he didn't care who you were or what you did. For him, you were just you. The beautiful woman who was there, in his arms.

Oh heavens, why was this feeling taking over his chest? How could it happen so quickly?

He didn't want to spend too much time thinking about it. He just wanted to enjoy the time he still had with you.

"Despite everything, you're great company." He murmurs softly, full of affection.

You smile softly, snuggling into his chest. While his fingers run through your hair.

You let yourself go, eyelids slowly closing, as you enjoy the warmth that emanates from his body. Just for one night.

Just this once.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫

After a comfortable night of sleep, the sun's gentle rays began to filter in through the window. Slowly illuminating Leon's room, it was enough to make him lazily open his eyes.

He hugs one of the pillows, swearing it was you. Only to have the disappointment of looking at the pillow and seeing that you had already gone.

He lets out a sigh, rubbing his eyes to get a better look around. His eyes stop on a letter on the bedside table. It was yours, and it was with your lingerie.

His hand reaches for the letter, reading it carefully. And once he's finished reading, he feels a slight pang in his heart.

He realizes that he probably won't see you any time soon, quite possibly you'll be out and about and he won't see you ever again.

Why the hell did that bother him?

Another sigh, he shakes his head in denial. Reaching for your panties and sniffing them shamelessly.

Letting your scent fill his nostrils, as if it were the oxygen he needed.

For a moment, he lets himself sink into the bed, remembering everything about you. All the brief moments and the wonderful night you gave him.

The bed still smelled like you, the blankets impregnated with the scent of your cologne.

And you impregnated his soul.

"Fuck..." He murmurs, closing his eyes and imagining that it was you there. Not just a pillow.

But you wouldn't come back, given the nature of your work.

You wouldn't come back, he thinks again. He felt melancholy, that was undeniable.

He could make this pain better, he just needed one more day with you.

Just one more day.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year ago

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Hi! I have been reading you for a long time and would like to ask you something for the first time… The last message flow to the Lethal Company from the Nutcracker was WILDLY SWEET, however, it hurt me from the bracken that was shot through the lytic…. May I ask the bracken and the reader where the bracken constantly goes behind the reader's back…. JUST TO HUG! Someone from the team warns about the danger and the bracken gently takes the reader in his arms to his lair for even bigger hugs!

Bruh you have no idea how soft i am for brackens hfghhs (when I first started playing LC, they were ALWAYS killing me...but now they just like to pop out and scurry away when I look at them, so I consider us to be pretty chill)

Anyways woe Bracken fluff be upon ye <3

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Of all the creatures you've encountered during your time with the Company, Brackens were certainly the most complicated.

Even though there's been countless documents and reports of employees scanning, studying, and dying to these aliens...they were still seldom understood. The data on the terminal said so.

There was one in particular who had such a unique behavior pattern that remained a mystery to you.

And he lived on Experimentation, which was supposedly the "safest" moon to land on and gather scrap from.

Most of the time, however, that was a load of bullshit...as you and your crew had many encounters with aggressive lifeforms such as hoarding bugs, Thumpers, spiders, and turrets that were placed in the most inconvenient spots...

Hell, even an Earth Leviathan showed up and nearly consumed your entire ship.

As of right now, though, you were on-track to making the third profit quota's deadline. So a trip to Experimentation was an order, as you could grab minimal loot and still gain enough leftover money to buy some much-needed ship upgrades and tools.

Or maybe new suits or jack o'lanterns.

None of you were good at managing your budget.

But during this trip, you were less focused on getting loot and more eager to see....a certain someone.

Hopefully, he hasn't forgotten about you or mistook you for another random employee.

While two of your coworkers headed into the facility's main entrance and one stayed behind on the ship, you ascended the stairs leading up to the fire exit--armed with nothing but a flashlight and a walkie-talkie.

[Nearby activity detected!]

"Oh come on...can you be anymore vague?" You huffed, slightly annoyed that your scanner displayed the message before you could even touch the damn door.

"Activity" was awfully broad and could mean literally anything was waiting for you on the other side..

It could be a bunker spider or snare flea waiting to drop down on you and catch you by surprise.

It could be a Hygrodere spreading itself all over the floor, anticipating you setting one foot into it before drowning in its slimy body.

It could even be a simple turret ready to turn you into swiss cheese.

However, there's the possibility that it could also be the one entity here who didn't wanna give you a painful death, and you hoped to god you were right.

So you took a leap of faith and entered.

Surprisingly no danger was immediately present, although you did find a lot of good loot inside the room and smiled. "Oh sweet!" You grabbed the rubber ducky and Rubik's cube in the nearest corner, pocketing them. "This should set us way above-"

"Something's behind you!"

"Huh-?!"

All of the sudden, a pair of large arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you back and causing your oxygen tanks to be pressed against the creature's chest-

Wait.

You only knew one Bracken that did that, and you couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my gosh, you scared me! You know you can't keep doing that!"

"Krrrrrr.." The entity purred softly, nuzzling his face against your neck as its leaves rustled with happiness.

With a chuckle, you patted his arm affectionately. "I've missed you, too, buddy. I told you I'd be back."

Knowing it was this Bracken, you felt safer than ever. He had a habit of greeting you this way: by sneaking up behind you like the rest of his species typically did, and attacking you.....not by snapping your neck like a twig, but by embracing and nuzzling you.

Of course, nobody in your crew believed that you've got a dangerous alien predator on Experimentation who always waited for you. Who loved you like a dog and would kill a Thumper for you.

If only they could meet him...but then again, he was shy.

"Don't tell me it's that damn Bracken again...did you tame it or something?"

The staticky voice of your coworker over the walkie-talkie startled the poor Bracken out of the hug, as it dropped you and flared its leaves out, wondering where they were.

"Relax, we're cool." You huffed, annoyed that they spooked your friend. "I gotta conserve my battery so...signal me when it gets close to midnight."

"....fine. Just don't die. Over and out."

After switching off the device, you turned back to him and smiled apologetically. "Don't worry. They're far away, so they won't bother us." You removed your helmet for the moment.

He nodded in understanding, crouching down to get a better look at your human features.

For some reason he never minded prolonged eye contact with you--and that was a good thing....otherwise, you would've been dead a long time ago.

You smiled and patted the top of his head, before he suddenly sprung up and scooped you up into his arms, lifting you completely off the ground. "Woah! Hey! Where are we going?" You asked as he carried you out of the room, taking you somewhere further within the facility.

Considering the Bracken knew his way around, you weren't too concerned with getting lost.

On your way to this unknown destination, you spotted a hoarding bug skittering down the hallway, eyeing the brass bell attached to your belt.....only to freeze as the leafy entity glared at it.

Luckily it understood the appropriate time to make eye contact with a Bracken, as it eventually looked away from him and decided to leave for another part of the facility.

It seems most of the creatures were knew who was the alpha.

'Man, whoever's tracking me must be so confused right now..' You thought to yourself as he continued walking.

Eventually you both arrived at a place many employees dubbed the "Bracken Room": a large open illuminated space with yellowish walls that looked out of place in the facility.

After setting you down on the floor, you looked at the Bracken with confusion, wondering why he decided to bring you here....until he brought you into another hug, wanting to sit down and have you in his lap.

You just smiled and wrapped your arms around him, giggling as he tucked his head underneath your chin, wanting to listen to the sound of a human's heartbeat.

Now you understood.

All he wanted was to take you to a quiet, safe place away from all the other monsters and employees. A place where he could have you to himself...at least for a couple more hours, anyways.

You knew the ship wasn't leaving anytime soon, so you didn't mind keeping him company.

While other Brackens are among the top three reasons employees hated their job...this one made you love it.

You feel so lucky, you'll consider buying a lottery ticket if you ever returned to Earth.

#clanask #anonymous #lethal company x reader #lc x reader #lethal company bracken #fluff #platonic

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aishangotome · 5 months ago

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[Gilbert] Love's Cleaning Time - Part 1

In the mighty military nation of Obsidian, its ruler, despite their noble status, keeps no servants by their side.

Therefore, they must attend to all their personal needs, except for meals ––

Emma: Gil, what should we do with that shelf?

Gilbert: Ah, please take care of it. I don't believe it holds any classified information.

Emma: Leave it to me.

Inside Gilbert's study, a place strictly off-limits to outsiders, I take items from the shelves, dust them off, and put them back in their places.

It's a simple task, but the study is vast, and before I knew it, the sun has set.

(But it's visibly getting cleaner.)

(It's tiring, but rewarding and fun.)

It seems that in the past, Roderich used to help with this, but since I arrived, I've been given that role.

Gilbert: It's just that...

Gilbert: I'm bored.

Emma: We're almost done, so let's keep going.

Gilbert: That 'almost done' is the troublesome part.

Gilbert: Little rabbit, how can you keep going without getting bored?

Emma: Of course I'm going to do my best if Gil needs me!

Emma: There aren't many ways I can be useful, so I want to give it my all when I have the chance.

(...? What's in this box?)

While talking, I take a document box engraved with a rose carving from the shelf.

It's unexpectedly heavy, putting the arm strength I've developed from my bookstore job to the test.

Gilbert: What are you saying? You're always helping me.

Gilbert: Thank you.

Emma: !?

It seems Prince Gilbert had approached me from behind without me noticing. Surprised by the kindness in his "thank you" whispered into my ear, I accidentally drop the document box I was holding.

Emma: I-I'm so sorry!

Gilbert: Ahaha, you're so easy to startle.

The impact of hitting the floor scatters the contents of the box, documents flying everywhere.

Prince Gilbert is laughing, but I feel like I'm about to faint.

I hurriedly gather the documents, trying to put them back in the box.

––In doing so, the words inevitably catch my eye.

Emma: "Rhodolite's Periodic Report"?

Gilbert: Ah.

Emma: ...This is...

––This week's visitors: 17. Of which, 8 female, 9 male. No suspicious behavior. The subject's health is also good. Matters of concern: Movements are slower compared to normal times. Possibility of injury. Requires follow-up observation. A detailed report will be sent after investigation at a later date.

(This must be something I'm not supposed to see...)

Gilbert: Oh dear, you saw it.

Prince Gilbert gently places his hand on my frozen shoulder.

Gilbert: What should we do?

Emma: ...You said there wasn't any classified information...

Gilbert: Yeah, I forgot about that.

Emma: ......

Gilbert: I have to silence the little rabbit who saw something she shouldn't have.

Prince Gilbert kneels before me, brings his face close with an amused look, and lightly pecks my lips.

Emma: ...So it wasn't anything that bad, huh?

Gilbert: Ahaha, you're starting to understand me better, aren't you?

(If it really was something I shouldn't have seen, Prince Gilbert wouldn't be so forgiving.)

(Besides, he's not the type to carelessly reveal secrets.)

I calm my racing heart and lower my gaze to the documents in my hands.

The more I look at it, the stranger this report seems.

Prince Gilbert, as Obsidian's Field Marshal, is intently eyeing Rhodolite's territory.

But the contents of this report, to an untrained eye, seem to have no value whatsoever.

It's just a record of the actions of a certain bookstore employee. There's a possibility it's some kind of code, but I can't imagine it's worth the attention of a royal from a major power.

(No, wait...)

(A bookstore in Rhodolite's territory?)

(...)

Emma: .............Gil.

(There's only one bookstore Prince Gilbert would have his eye on.)

Emma: Could this report...be about me?

Gilbert: Ahaha, you got me.

(Just how long has this been going on...?)

Judging by the dates on the report, it seems to go back quite a while, even before I was chosen as Belle –– several years, in fact.

(Perhaps since I started managing the store for the owner?)

I knew Prince Gilbert had spies in the city, but I had no idea such detailed reports existed, leaving me speechless.

(This explains why he was so strangely well-informed about my past.)

It seems like he's gotten more information from spies than from the owner.

Emma: I had no idea.

Gilbert: The spy I assigned to you is one of Obsidian's best.

Gilbert: His name is Michael. Does that ring a bell?

Emma: Eh...? No way, Michael was a spy!?

(I know him well. He's a regular customer who started coming in after I began looking after the store alone.)

I've had casual conversations with Michael from time to time, so there's no way I could forget him.

Gilbert: I'm sorry. I didn't intend to have you followed at first.

Gilbert: You were just an ordinary citizen of Rhodolite, not someone a royal from a military power would be concerned with.

Gilbert: But I was forced to assign a spy to you.

*flashback*

Gilbert: --Akatsuki. Are you serious?

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Don Moynihan at Can We Still Govern?:

If you are wonky enough to be reading this blog, you have probably heard the expression, “a budget is a moral document”. Budgets are not just pages of numbers, they are also statements of values. It is one of those insights, once learned, that seems indisputable and never to be forgotten. It forces us to ask “what values does this document represent?” “A budget is a moral document” is a fine lens to consider Trump’s budget proposal to Congress, or to whatever the Republican controlled Congress will come up with, which in its broad outlines is likely to be a large wealth transfer from the more vulnerable to the more wealthy. See, for example, this estimate created by the Yale Budget Lab that considers the House Budget Resolution both from the perspective of who lose from spending cuts (mostly people with low incomes) and who wins from tax cuts (mostly people who are already wealthy). See also, this useful graph from Bobby Kogan of the Center for American Progress, which shows how the Trump budget proposal dramatically cuts spending on domestic discretionary spending, a broad category that includes education, science research, environmental protection, child care, national parks, housing and regulation. It illustrates an almost halving of support from the historic benchmark, a huge walk-back from some of the key policies that support a modern society. At the same time, Trump wants massive increases in national security functions. The proposed Defense budget, which would go above $1 trillion for the first time, would increase by more twice the total of dollars being eliminated from foreign aid and diplomacy. Homeland Security would see a 65% increase. In terms of values, we are swapping relatively small investments in soft power (research, education, diplomacy, foreign aid) to prioritize military investments, and swapping investments in human capital for building out a police state.

So, “a budget is a moral document” is a good framework. But I want to offer another way to characterize Trump’s budget proposal: A budget is a propaganda document. I am dorky enough to actually read (ok, skim) budgets, and have never seen anything like Trump’s, which has converted the President’s budget proposal into a form of propaganda. By propaganda, I mean inflammatory and factually misleading claims are made to generate an emotional response. Agencies are portrayed as engaging in conspiracies and corrupt behavior, radicals working for unAmerican causes and foreign enemies. They therefore must be punished in the form of draconian budget cuts.

[...] The “targeted harassment” of the conservatives is a perennial yet debunked right wing trope. The most visible Republican who might reasonably claim such IRS targeting in recent years is James Comey, who along with another FBI official who encountered Trump’s ire, was audited by the IRS. The mention of 19,000 new IRS employees, ignores that 10,000 left in fiscal year 2024, that 34,000 employees have been fired or resigned under Trump, and that the administration is seeking to cut 60,000-70,000 in total. It likewise does not mention the massive budget hole that could run into the trillions due to a collapse in tax enforcement if these cuts are made permanent. The reality is that the IRS is heading towards a catastrophe in a way that will worsen the deficit. Some facts are too inconvenient to make it on the fact sheet.

The Trump/Vought budget proposal is rooted in right-wing propaganda fantasies.

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AUNGIA TA EYWA (A SIGNS FROM EYWA)

Chapter 02: New ally Patra️

Description:

Anastasia Novak is a behavioural scientist tasked with socializing a captive Na'vi on behalf of the RDA. The longer she works with the Na'vi and the closer she gets to him, the more she has to rethink everything she thought she knew and redefine her morals and values. Can she just carry on like this, or will she follow her heart?

Content: Rating +18, Avatar fanfiction, human x Na'vi ship, Na'vi captured

Characters: Human OCs: Anastasia Novak, Steven Turner, Patra// Na'vi OCs: Ean'tu,

Word Count: 2954

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❗️English is not my native language! I apologize very much if it reads a bit bumpy here and there.

I'm a German author and this is the first time I've tried to translate a story I'm working on into English and upload it. I still hope you enjoy it.❗

The first thing Ana did when she made it out of the enclosure and back into the surveillance rooms was to approach Mr. Turner.

"I need access to all of Sky's files," was the first thing she said as she burst into the room, taking her colleague completely by surprise.

"Miss Novak, take it easy. Are you all right?" He took her by the shoulder and held her.

"What? Oh yes, I'm fine. Nothing's happened."

"You were just attacked by a ten foot tall alien and electrocuted quite badly, no one is fine after that." He led her to a chair. "Have a seat first."

"I'm telling you, I'm fine. Nothing happened to me," Ana assured him, but sat down out of necessity. "I really need to look through the documents, and I'd also be interested to know what scientific institutions there are and what they're researching."

Mr. Turner seemed surprised by the question. "Why do you want to know?"

"Do you know anything about it or not?"

"Well, only superficially, after all, you need authorization and a security clearance to obtain such information. The research reports are not available for everyone to see."

"Good, so let's start from the beginning." Ana placed the clipboard on her lap and activated her pen. "Are there any research facilities that deal with the life forms on these planets?"

"I think I've heard that there might be." Mr. Turner didn't seem to like all the questions.

"Na'vi too?" Ana wrote something down and then looked up at Turner.

"Yes, as far as I know... Miss Novak, what are you up to?"

"Don't worry about it. As a behavioral scientist, it would give me a significant head start if my scientist colleagues would share their knowledge with me. Then I could speed things up and start socializing right away. Otherwise I'm starting from scratch." But she didn't tell Turner that there were behavioral traits about Sky that had made her suspicious. No one here seemed to think much of Sky, which she couldn't even blame them for after he had been so aggressive towards them. He had certainly tried to attack the staff many times. And he had just proved that he was dangerous.

"Well, if you say so..." He seemed a little more reassured.

"Yes, do you have any contact details of professionals or a way to get this security clearance?" She was ready to take notes.

"Phew... that's a difficult question. We tend to have direct contact with the boss and the security and maintenance company that looks after us. I think a former employee has moved to a research unit. I can write down her contact details. She's only a technician, but she might be able to tell you how to get in touch with the right people," Turner offered.

Nodding, she handed him a pen and clipboard and he wrote down everything she needed. "Thank you."

"My goodness." He laughed a little dryly. "You're really stirring things up here."

"That's what I'm known for." Ana laughed as well. "I'm a breath of fresh air."

Then she stood up. "Sky's documents are in the next room?"

"Yes, I think everything that would be relevant to you is in the box. But it's not that much. The rest is more about the system and all the technical details. I don't think you'll be particularly interested in that," explained Turner.

"Thank you very much. I'll take a look at the documents and use the desk. If I have any questions, I'll get back to you," Ana thanked him and then took the door to the next room, which housed the paperwork. There she went to one of the desks on which, as she had just discovered, were documents relating to Sky. She quickly found the box Turner had meant and took out the individual folders. They were surprisingly empty; Turner hadn't been lying. Not much had been documented about Sky. She quickly found the medical records. At the top were the most recent things, consisting of the latest routine examinations and vaccinations. Each of the examinations had probably been carried out under anaesthetic, because otherwise the doctor refused to treat the animal. He was too aggressive to justify any other form of treatment and unfortunately Ana could only agree.

She sat down at the desk and began to carefully inspect the documents. Everything was quite unspectacular, nothing special or of interest. But she got stuck on one folder. There were no more files in it, but the folder stood out. It wasn't from this institution. She couldn't say where it was from. However, she was disappointed when she picked up the first few pages.

"Urgh... all blacked out..." she said quietly. What was that? None of the other documents were blacked out. Why this one? So she couldn't do anything with this folder. However, she photographed the coat of arms on the front of the folder. It certainly belonged to the institution from which the report was made. Then she put everything aside and turned her attention to the oldest folder from the institution. She picked up the pages and began to read.

She could read in the report 'scratches all over the body' and 'completely emaciated and powerless'. That read terribly. Sky had been malnourished and injured when he had arrived here. He must hardly have been awake or had the strength to eat. What terrible descriptions it contained. Where did Sky actually come from? The way it read, he couldn't have been captured in the wild. Ana was pretty sure he wouldn't have been in such a bad state in the wild. She propped her face up with her hand. There was certainly much more to it than she could gather here. This past could have been to blame for Sky's lack of trust in humans. She was all the more glad that he was here now. In this facility, which at least took good care of him, and Ana was also here to look after him.

She leaned back in the office chair. Her thoughts wandered to Sky, to the enclosure. The image of his face appeared in front of her again. His watchful eyes that had looked into hers. The way he had taken her hand, almost human. No, she shook her head to get rid of the thoughts. It was the wrong approach and yet it moved her deeply. She needed clarity. That was why her mind was made up. She had to find out more about the Na'vis and about his past. Her cooperation with Sky depended on it. It was important to her that she was successful. Not just for herself or her boss. No. It was also important for Sky. He should no longer have to live in fear. The animal would certainly feel better if it was no longer afraid of people and could start to get used to its surroundings.

She closed the documents in front of her and neatly put everything back in the box. She took the drawing she had made in the enclosure of this strangely tied-up branch back with her for now. She could always file it away later. It was already late at night. She had only arrived late in the evening. But the time didn't seem to matter here. They worked in shifts around the clock to keep Sky under constant observation.

Anastasia wrote her cell phone number on a small piece of paper and stuck it on the magnetic pinboard. Then she went into the surveillance room one last time, where her colleagues were sitting.

Both men turned to look at her when she came in.

"I'm getting off work now. I've put my number on the pinboard where you can reach me. If there's anything, please get in touch, ok?" she said.

"All right. The next crew bus should be right here," Turner pointed out, but Ana already knew that. The buses ran every two hours and took the teams and staff to their hostels. It wasn't unusual for many scientists or special forces to live on the bases, but Ana didn't. She lived in a hostel. She stayed in a hostel together with other civilian staff.

"Yes, sleep well later. See you then." Ana waved goodbye and left the room, making her way out through the base. At the airlock outside, she was checked again and given a mask. Then she made her way out to the waiting team bus. As she boarded, she greeted the others briefly and sat down in an empty seat with her bag on her lap.

Shortly afterwards, the bus set off. Ana looked out of the window and was amazed by the landscape. it was so different from the earth, especially at night when everything glowed so mysteriously. She could never get enough of the sight. However, she was alone in this opinion. The soldiers on the bus with her paid no attention to the landscape and just seemed tired. Perhaps it would become normal for Ana, too, if she lived here for a while. She smiled. No, definitely not, she loved nature far too much for that. Even back on Earth, she had never had enough of it. Now, however, everything was ruined and the beauty had faded. Quite different from the moon, which was still alive. The flora was bursting with strength and life energy, it was a beautiful sight. All too soon the ride was over and she got out to go to the hostel. It wasn't a particularly large building and wasn't guarded by the military. It had everything you needed to survive.

She went in through the airlock and immediately took off her mask. She took it with her to her room, which was on the second floor. Her room was a single room and not particularly large. It had a bunk bed and a desk underneath. Opposite it on the wall was a built-in wardrobe and a mirror. She also had a small en-suite bathroom, which she was very grateful for. She also had a small adjoining bathroom, which she was very grateful for. At the head of the bed, at desk level, there was a narrow window through which she could see a little of Pandora and her beautiful nature. Otherwise, the room was made of concrete, walls and floors alike. Everything was gray and cold, just like on Earth.

Her suitcases with the private things she was allowed to bring were already in the room next to the wardrobe and a laptop that she had never seen before was on the desk with a document for the first registration. Ana took the painting out of her bag and then hung the bag with her jacket on the hook behind the door. She placed the painting on the desk and pulled back the chair to sit on it. First she would log in to her laptop and set her new password. As she did so, her eyes fell on the paper lying next to her. Mr. Turner had written the contact details of a former colleague on it. It wouldn't hurt to write to her, then she could answer her in peace until tomorrow.

She wrote a polite email asking for contact details or information about the research facilities. Once she had sent the message, Ana decided to take a quick shower and then go to bed. She had a lot of research to do tomorrow, so she needed to get a good night's sleep. Although she had spent almost three years in cryosleep, she felt completely exhausted and drained. Cryosleep was not without its challenges.

Without hesitating for long, she took a shower and, under the warm water, thought about how she could personalize her room a little. Where could she put things? Would a rug be a good idea? And would it be okay to have a couple of plants in the room? She already had one or two ideas of what she could do, which made her smile knowingly in the shower.

When she got out of the shower, she grabbed a towel and walked out of the bathroom to her suitcases. There she picked out her sleeping clothes and put them on when a soft, unfamiliar beep made her sit up. She checked her laptop, which had received a new e-mail. Astonished and excited, she sat down in front of it and opened the email.

"Good evening Miss Novak, I'd be happy to help you. Let's talk," the email said, with a link attached underneath.

This link looked like an invitation to a video call. Ana hastily got up and dug out her woollen jacket to put on and tied her wet hair into a bun. Then she accepted the invitation.

It took a moment to connect the call, then a window opened in front of her with a woman. She adjusted her red glasses on her nose, then smiled kindly.

"Miss Novak?" she asked, apparently trying to recognize something. "This is Mrs. Patra. I need you to activate the camera."

Anastasia hurriedly looked where she could and found a small crossed-out camera symbol which she clicked. Now another video image appeared, showing herself next to Mrs. Patra.

"Good evening. Sorry to bother you this late," Ana apologized.

Patra laughed. "No problem, I'm on the night shift and I'm still at work."

"Then thank you for taking the time."

"So you're working with Sky now? You'll have plenty of work to do. I'm sure you're new, I presume?"

"Yes, that's right, arrived today. You changed jobs?" Ana asked.

"Yes and no, I was removed and transferred. I actually work at a science base now. Delta Research Unit." She explained.

"What are you researching?"

"I'm not researching anything." Patra laughed. "I'm one of the technicians. We make sure that the technology here purrs like a kitten and remains reliable. But the unit here is researching the flora."

Ana became curious. "Do you know the units that are researching the fauna?"

"Well, there are many, all different specialties. Three of them are even under the strictest secrecy. I'm sure you want to know more about the Na'vi." She smiled.

"You've got me figured out. As a behavioral scientist, it would help me a lot if I could access the research of these bases. Then I'd save myself a lot of own research and could start the socialization right away, you know?"

Patra brushed a strand of black hair behind her ear. "Yes, I understand. I'm sure you want to establish contact. I can give you a contact, who I also approach when I need to make contact with the more secret research bases. However, you won't get any information that easily. At best, you could present your request and hope that it will be passed on to get a security classification. Once you've been checked, you'll also get approval for such documents."

A lot of information, all of which Ana wrote down. "Yes, I see, thank you for the information. Can you email me the contact details?"

Once again, Patra had to smirk. "I can't possibly do that, that's why I called you, I'll give it to you verbally. Take notes."

Which Ana did and wrote it down exactly. She then repeated what she had written to make sure she hadn't made a mistake.

"You didn't get that information from me." Patra winked at Ana.

"Yes, I understand, thank you all the more. I never thought it would be so difficult to get hold of useful research."

"Why do you think there are so many rumors about Pandora and its flora and fauna? Not to mention what Earth is reporting. Those people at the top would prefer everyone to believe that the planet is uninhabited and dead. So that they can mine the raw materials in peace." She pushed her slipped glasses up on her nose again.

Ana had never thought about it like that before. Of course, the RDA was mainly here to mine the minerals. The research was just a necessary evil to make mining in the mines more efficient and to ensure the survival of the people. If there was nothing here, the company could do without all that and the moral questions about the destruction of an ecosystem. It caused Ana to think.

"Now that you mention it... I don't know much about Pandora."

"Exactly, that's what they want. Sometimes knowledge doesn't lead to knowledge, but to more awkward questions."

Ana nodded.

"All right, I wish you the best of luck getting your information and making progress with Sky. He's pretty wild, so take good care of yourself." Patra leaned back. "I'd almost say keep me in the loop, but I think that's going to be difficult."

Ana smiled at her counterpart. "You've helped me a lot, thank you very much. If you like, we can keep in touch as much as possible."

Patra nodded. "Yes, that's a deal. I wish you a good night, see you soon."

"Likewise." Ana hung up.

The conversation with Patra had actually raised even more questions in her mind. She really had no idea what was going on on Pandora. She had just arrived from Earth and the only information she had was limited to what she needed to know in order to do her job properly. She probably had the lowest security clearance of all. Hopefully that would change soon so she could find out more about this beautiful moon.

Now completely tired, she closed the laptop. She undid her hair one last time and took off her cardigan before crawling into bed. It wasn't long for her to fall fast asleep.

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