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Dani Miranda x Reader
Imagine: You wake up in the middle of the night, a bruised Dani Miranda in front of your door.
warnings: fluff, black eyes and bruises
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Awakened by a loud thunder, you wake up. The temperature in your room is muggy and oppressive, you can hardly breathe. The window panes reflect the lightning over the city. You sigh.
You turn to your bedside table and take a sip of water from your glass. As you put it down, you glance at the neon numbers on your alarm clock. 11.38 p.m. It's going to be a long night.
You wake up again. This time it is not because of the thunderstorm, which has turned into a soothing downpour over the hours, but because of a distant ringing. Maybe it was just a bell in your dream. Ring. Ring. Nope, real life. Who else is awake at this hour? You sigh again and straighten up. As you put your feet on the floor and search for your slippers, you glance at the clock. 2.56 a.m.
On your way out of your bedroom, you put on your dressing gown as you walk and run your fingers dreamily along the wall of the room until you finally hit the switch for the light. As the lamps for the corridor and the living area switch on, you are dazzled and curse softly. You check again that the bucket for all emergencies is next to the pull-out couch before you take the last steps to the door. It wouldn't be the first time that former school friends and family members stayed at your place after partying at the club nearby.
Ring. Ring.
"Jesus Christ." You roll your eyes aggressively. "Sorry I‘m not faster at this hour!" You unlock the locks and turn the doorknob. As you carefully open the door and look up from below, you are surprised.
"Dani?!"
The brunette stands in front of you in a fancy black designer dress. And she's bleeding.
"Shit Dani, what have they done to you?" You look in shock at her black eye and the wounds on her face.
"I didn't know exactly where to go and then I remembered you live in Vienna ... and now I'm here. I shouldn't have come here, sorry. It was stupid."
"Well, you're already here and you've already woken me up. Now come in, knowing you, you have no time to waste." You pull her into the flat by one hand and close the door. Dani looks at you nervously. "I was going to check in with you after what happened in Zurich, but-" "How bad from one to five is it? Are you being followed, are you in bad trouble or 'just' an unpleasant confrontation?" You interrupt her as you walk towards the bathroom. She follows you and looks down at the floor in shame. "An unpleasant confrontation."
You open the medical kit in the mirror and take out bandages, plasters, alcohol to disinfect and painkillers. "Here, sit down." You flip the lid on the toilet and point to it as you soak a pad with alcohol.
"You-you don't have to do this." Dani's tired voice rings out in the sound of the bathroom.
"I know I'm not a super agent. But even kids in kindergarten have scrapes that need to be treated all the time." Dani smiles gratefully and then winces in pain as she moves her face too much. "Hold still." You step closer to her and place the bandages against the windowsill. In one hand you hold the cotton wool to disinfect, with the other you brush her messy hair out of her face and gently turn her head. She puts her hand on the wrist of your hand. After a short silence and the occasional hiss of pain, you clear your throat.
"What happened?" You ask quietly, as if that would cause her to tell you more.
Dani helplessly whispers your name. "You know I can't tell you that."
"CIA business, I see." You twist the bottle of alcohol shut and throw the used cotton bits into the bin. You now stick plasters on her wounds and have to concentrate very hard on them so as not to get lost in her eyes.
"You know what, actually I don't understand anything. I hate it. I hate that I don't get to see you much. I hate that most of the time I can only see you when you're hurting and need help. I hate that every time I hear the news, I'm scared that I'm going to hear that CIA agents have been killed. That I can't even hear once in a while if you're still alive and how you're doing. I hate that I can't call you when I've had a bad day. I hate that I can never celebrate good news with you. I hate that I can't forget you. But most of all, I hate that I can't hate you for it."
Dani looks at you with an open mouth, tears beginning to form in her eyes. She straightens up as you frantically pack the medical supplies. "I- I-" She whimpers and looks ashamed at the floor. "Um," she gulps, "I'm losing blood." "Damn it!" You immediately drop everything and catch her as you notice her collapse.
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"That beautiful dress." You whine softly, preparing it for a wash. You haven't been able to sleep yet - after the first aid, cleaning blood and all the adrenaline, you've lost all sense of tiredness...or at least suppressed it.
"It was Louis Vuitton." You turn quickly to the voice and look at Dani in surprise. "Oh god, my heart!." You blurt, reaching for your heart. You take a couple of steps towards the bed. "How are you?"
"I've been better-" you take a breath to say something "but I've also been worse." You nod, half-convinced, and sit down on the edge of the bed. "I should hope so, this is my bed you're lying in after all." You joke.
"And I'm extremely grateful to you for that." Dani takes your hand. "I mean it. Thank you." Her black eye and wounds - now covered with zoo animal plasters - mark her otherwise elegant and soft face.
"You're welcome." You squeeze her hand and notice a loose plaster. You gently run your hand over it, then stroke her chin with your hand. You've really memorised the feel of her skin. You slide a little closer.
"I don't work for the CIA anymore. Today was my last assignment." Dani whispers, still holding your hand, trying to control her breathing while you are so close.
"What?" You look at her in disbelief. "No more being an agent?"
"Kind of. I'm not incredibly popular there at the moment. So we have a deal. And-" She closes her eyes briefly for courage. "It's getting time to settle down and, who knows, I might want to start a family."
You grin uncontrollably and slowly but surely brush against Dani's lips. "I'm sorry about that, for you and your career." Dani laughs and shakes her head carefully. "No you're not."
You bite your lips lightly as you practically hover over her lips. "No, I'm not. I'm done hating. Today is love." Dani pushes you away and holds her hands over her face as she laughs heartily. "Did you just recite a Tiktok sound? You're crazy."
"And how I am." You fling yourself onto the bed and turn your head in her direction.
"How lucky I was to never forget you." Dani pulls your face towards her with both hands and kisses you passionately.
You break your kiss and stroke her cheek with your thumb. "No unannounced departures?"
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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞 · 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚
warnings: dani miranda x gn!reader. first time. soft!dom dani. binding with a tie. allusions to oral sex.
word count: 432
author’s note: quick lil blurb to get this out of my mind. i’ll most likely write a second part because holy fuck i want this woman dismantle me. 🥵
☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾
You wait patiently at Dani’s feet. Eyes up and attentive, following her every move as she slowly disrobes.
She slides her shoes off and sets them at the foot of the bed before unbuttoning her flower patterned suitcoat and draping it casually over the hotel settee that faces the bed.
Dani curiously glances at you when you shift on the small pillow she placed beneath your knees.
“Still Comfortable?”
Her warm voice floats into the recesses of your brain and turns it to mush.
“Yes.”
Her cupid-bow lips curve into a tender smile. “Good. That’s what I like to hear.”
She smooths a comforting hand over the crown of your head and you can’t help but close your eyes and purr.
A lithe finger pressed under your chin, wakes you from the peaceful state, as she tips your head and meets your hazy expression with a smirk.
“You’re already falling and we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” She muses as she slowly unravels her tie.
Your eyes fall to the floor and your cheeks flame from her words as she steps behind you and gathers your hands. The cool, blue silk sears your warm skin as she binds your wrists together with an accurate bow.
Dani traces a teasing finger up your spine as she stands, letting it curve over your shoulder and across your jaw as she walks in front of you.
She unbuttons her slacks and glides them down her svelte legs before sitting on the edge of the bed and spreading her thighs. You whimper at the sight of her sheer panties. Black, see-through material encases her puffy cunt and accentuates the slick folds hidden beneath.
You teethe your lower lip, hesitantly. You worry you won’t be good enough for her. It was after all your first time.
“There’s no need to be nervous, Baby.” Dani assures with a soft smile. “We’ll take it slow.
You nod embarrassingly fast which makes her chuckle. “Oh, you’re so adorable. I love that.”
She curls a finger at you as she pulls her panties to the side. Sweet, shiny slick stretches from her panties to her tight folds as you take your place between her thighs.
“You want to make me feel good? Will you let me make a mess all over that pretty face?” She asks with a fervored sigh as she stares down at you.
Your belly cramps with arousal and your mind blanks as you barely form the words, “Yes, please.”
Her cunt clenches as she rests a firm hand on the back of your head. “Come here. Have a taste.”
should i continue this?????????? 🥵🥵🥵🥵
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Home Again
Pairing: Dani Miranda x FemReader; Y/N is also goes by Love, a personal nickname for her and Dani only.
Summary: Welcoming Dani home from her mission with Six
Warning: Spoilers for the movie, The Gray Man. Some nudity, kinda smutty, but more so suggestive.
Length: Long as hell, sorry, kinda ;)
A/N: This will be my first MINORS DNI Warning. From here on out, ages need to be in your bios to prevent any blocking from my page. There will be a deadline posted later this week, from the date of that post you will have 7 days to add your age to your bio. More on this in a separate post.
You sat at the kitchen counter of your flat in London. Fingers skating across your keyboard as you read over some documents from work, sipping from your mug, when you heard the lock turning.
Jumping up off of the stool, you knew it could only be one person.
You go to meet her as the door opens, and find her with scars on her face. Still in her tactical gear.
“Dani-” you whimpered. She walked in, closed the door, and hugged you.
“I’m sorry to drop by like-” she gestured at herself, “Like this, I had to see you.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat and took her hands in yours, “Wh-what happened?”
“It’s a long story, Love,” she said, cupping your face. “Like I said, I just needed to see you after everything that happened.”
You stared into her eyes, as her thumbs began to rub your cheeks. You could smell the gunpowder on her and feel the callouses on her thumbs from the night she had. You laid your hands on top of hers, gently removing them, “Let’s get you into the bath, okay?”
Then she smiled for the first time since walking into your flat. You held her hand as you led her to your bathroom.
There you filled up the tub with bubble bath and epsom salt, leaving Dani to decide how warm she wanted the water to be. While you went through your clothes, finding clothes for Dani and yourself.
“Y/n,” she called. “Will you come join me?” Even after two years, you could still feel heat rush to your cheeks when she asked you.
You scooped up the clothes and walked into the bathroom. Dropping the clothes on the counter, you looked at Dani in the corner. She had stripped down to her bra and underwear. Folding her clothes into a neat pile to deal with later.
You turned to the cabinet, and crouched down to take out anything Dani could need so you could patch her up.
You felt her fingertips push past your layers of clothing to touch your hips, as you continued to lay everything out. “Love, let’s get these off of you.” You followed her hand as she turned you around, gently shrugging off your cardigan, her eyes never leaving yours.
You went to pull your shirt off, she gently moved your hand, doing so for you. Shirt in hand, she cupped your cheek as her eyes flitted over your chest. Your cheeks heated up again. “Don’t be shy, Love. I’ve been gone so long, I’ve almost forgotten how pretty you are. M-may I?”
You knew what she was asking and wordlessly, you nodded. You missed her, and the fact that she missed you made you fall for her again.
She leaned in, and started kissing your neck, causing you to let out a whimper. “Mmm, Love, ” she hummed. “Missed you so much. I’ll take my time later, promise.”
As she kept kissing your neck, her hands made their way to your shorts. Unbuttoning them, she pushed them down your legs taking your underwear with them. You slid off your slippers, and stepped out of the pile of clothes.
Your head rolled back, as Dani’s movements became more wanting. “Dani, let’s clean you up.”
Her lips smacked as she planted one last kiss to your neck. Taking the hair tie off your wrist, you cupped Dani’s rosy cheeks, before reaching back and pulling her hair into a ponytail leaving her bangs out.
Staring at her face, you couldn’t stop your fingers from brushing over the bruises and marks on her face. Being as gentle as possible, to prevent any more pain. “Do they hurt?”
“A little, they were worse earlier.”
“What happened?”
“I got caught up in helping - a friend.”
“Let’s get in and you can tell me more,” you said. She nodded, letting you reach behind her and unclasp her bra as she wrapped her arms around your neck, staring at you as you finished undressing her.
“You’re staring again,” you said as you pushed her underwear down.
“Like I said, I almost forgot how pretty you were. I don’t want to make that mistake again, Love.”
“Alright, in you go,” you said lightly patting her bottom. She smirked and followed your instructions.
You stepped into the tub behind, the water was still very warm. Dani, can practically read your mind. “I made it boiling hot. We’ve never been able to get in and out of a bath on time.” You let out a laugh. She was right, you could only count the number of times you had taken too long getting undressed in the past just for the water to be cold as ice when trying to get in.
“How are you feeling, Hun?”
She hummed, “Good, thank you for this.”
“Let me know if the soap stings.” You took the washcloth adding soap and started to wash her back. She leaned forward, hugging her legs to her chest. You spent minutes on her back. Getting any dried blood off of her and checking for bruises to treat once she was dried off. You passed the washcloth to her, and she unwrapped herself cleaning the rest of her body while you cleaned yours. “Let me know when you’re ready to stand up.”
After some time she responds, “Will you help me up, Love?” Wordlessly, you hoist both of your bodies up, letting the water out of the tub and switching on the shower. You’re holding her under the shower head, watching as the water cascades over her. You reach behind her and grab the shampoo.
“Step towards me, Dani.” She does, her eyes still closed. You turned her around and massaged her hair with the shampoo. The dirt and sweat falling to the tub as you rinsed the day before away.
After shampooing and conditioning her hair, you moved both your bodies under the running water. Finally rinsing yourself off. When you were both clean, you led her out of the shower and wrapped her body in a towel. She jumped on the counter and watched as you wrapped yourself up.
“Love?” You looked at her, and raised an eyebrow silently urging her to go on. “Which one is mine?”
“The stack with the black sweatpants. But, please, let’s put some ointment and icy/hot on you first.”
She laughed, “Okay, Love.” Grabbing the ointment, you walked over to her and stood between her legs. Dani brought her fingers to your face, letting them skate across your features as you patched her up.
When you get to her nose, she flinches a little. “Did I--”
“No, no you’re fine. It hurts from earlier.”
“Please, stop me if that happens again.” She looked as worry crossed your face.
“I will, promise.” You kept working, being as gentle as you could.
“Hun, I need to put some stuff on your back and we’ll be done.”
She jumped off the counter, and dropped the towel. Dani had always been proud of her body, and when it came to your relationship she was never afraid to flaunt it in front of you.
She slightly turned her head, looking back at you, “Now who’s staring, Love?”
“I’m no better than the men you work with.”
She scoffed, “You’re ten times better actually. You see me for more than my body.”
“How could anyone not?” You asked.
“I love that.” You hummed as you rubbed the ointment in. “You don’t think like I do. Most men in my field would hate that, but it’s nice. You're my innocent girl. My innocent, caring, pretty girl.”
You blushed and cleared your throat. “I’m all done here. Are you hungry?” She nodded. “I’ll go make you something.” You kissed her shoulder and moved to dress yourself. “The blow dryer is in the cabinet. Just come to the kitchen when you’re done.”
“Love?” You stopped as you clasped your bra on. “I meant what I said. You're all those things to me.”
You smiled, “I know. I love you, Dani.” You felt her eyes on your chest again. “Dani,” you started to scold her.
She laughed, “Well now, I’m looking just because. Besides, you know I love your tits.” You laughed, you knew a little too well actually.
“I’m going to go cook now.” With that you threw your shirt on, grabbed the dirty laundry, and left Dani to finish getting ready.
You knew of Dani’s line of work, but she never told you explicit details. “The less you know, the better.” That was her motto when it came to you. It was rare that she ever came to you like this. She never wanted you to worry about her, especially when she was on a mission.
You instinctively went into the kitchen and made her a meal you only made on special occasions. She only liked to eat it at your place, because according to her, only you made them right. Warm ham and cheese sandwiches with a side of barley soup.
Thankfully, you made a batch of barley soup yesterday. It was fresh enough to reheat, so you put the leftovers in a pot to warm up properly and heated a skillet to grill the sandwich bread in.
Pieces of butter were melting in the skillet as Dani came out of the bathroom. She moved past you letting her hand linger on your lower back as she grabbed cups and silverware to set up in the living room, leaving two plates and bowls down for you to plate the food.
As you filled the bowls, you heard Dani flicking from channel to channel before settling on “The Nanny”. Grabbing the food, you joined her on the velvet couch. Watching silently as she dug into her food. Her head falling back at the taste of your barley soup. She hummed, “I missed this so much.” You smiled into your bowl as you tucked your legs beneath you and lost yourself in the show and Dani’s quiet company.
It was strange to have her back after so long. The last time you saw her was almost four weeks ago. She stopped by in-between missions to celebrate your birthday. You had her for forty-eight hours all to yourself. She set out to do everything you wanted for your birthday.
You guys had breakfast at a cafe you fell in love with. Curled up under a tree together while you read to her in the park. And that night you were sprawled out under her.
She had rolled off of you and you held each other through the night. Until you woke up and found flowers and a note. Promising her return and to spend more time with you.
It was bittersweet knowing she would most likely be gone in a day’s time. But you pushed those thoughts back as you admired her. Even bruised and beaten, Dani was still stunning and was able to rattle your cage of butterflies.
When the food was gone, Dani was sprawled out over your lap. Holding you down to the couch under her body. Her bruised beautiful face nuzzled against your stomach.
"Dani?" She hummed. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
She looked up at you and moved to straddle your thighs, "Depends, what do you want to know?"
"How bad was it?" You had seen the news, everyone had. Prague on fire was pretty hard to miss after all.
"I have a meeting with some higher-ups, Carmichael, and Brewer. Not sure when, but I'll have to head off to Berlin Station for the meeting, and hope for the best." Her career meant everything to her. She had given up a lot for the agency and now it was hanging in the balance.
Your hands found her hips and rubbed tiny circles there. "They'll give you a heads up?"
"Maybe."
"Will you be back?" She hesitated. Shit.
"Y/n, I have a home and you do too."
"I know that but-" She kisses you to cut you off. Her soft lips molding against yours, gradually throwing you off track.
She leaned back, "Good, now let me finish. How would you like to move to Berlin?"
You tapped her hip, and she continued, "I want to be closer to you in case anything happens. Here, we have a twelve hour distance between us. I figured it'd be better to ask you to move closer than if I could move in." She confessed.
You were awe struck by her. The proposition of moving or even her moving in could only mean a few things. You swallowed and asked, "Where is this all coming from?"
"I come back at all times of the day, when you least expect it and you never fuss or complain. You just take care of me, and we've been doing this back and forth thing for a few years now."
"Wouldn't I just be a distraction?" You asked. She shook her head no.
"I love my job, but you've been my home for so long now that I love you more. You don't have to give me an answer today. Just think about it and we'll go from there." You nodded your head and she took your face in your hands, titling your head back as she placed her lips on yours. Kissing you roughly, she bit your lip to coax your mouth open and you let her lead. Letting out a whimper as she gripped the hair on the back of your neck.
"Now, Love, I hate to break it to you, but we got dressed for no good reason."
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His Sunshine, Chapter 3
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: manipulation, age gap
Two Years Ago
“I remember you saying you didn’t like coffee, you know. Had that cute little thought that you’d load it up with all that sugar and sweetness. I wonder when that changed, Sunshine…did you spend too much time away from your little life in the diner? Did six let you get a taste of the bitterness of the real world? I’ll fucking gut him like a fish if he tainted you, my sweet little thing. End that miserable little life of his for keeping you from me to begin with, but if he hurt you…I’ll make it a bad ending.”
My heart caught in my throat as I looked at the older man. He was all too calm for the situation. He was too poised to be sitting in front of me’ his hair perfectly coiffed as he looked at me over a pair of aviators. My heart thumped wildly in my chest, and I felt a sense of longing that I hadn’t felt since the day that I first met him. It almost didn’t feel real as I looked at him. I felt like I was staring into a mirage; having a dream that I’d longingly wished for.
“L-Lloyd.”
His thin lips curved at the edges, a smile making itself obvious on his face as the smile lines appeared at the corners of his eyes. But he made no move towards me. I wanted to reach out with everything that I could and touch him, just to prove that he was real. But I knew the risks involved in doing so. I knew that if he found me, that must mean something far more nefarious had happened. One of six’s men must have finally talked.
“Where did my sweet little sunshine go, huh?” he asked as he leaned back in his chair. One hand reached down his chest and smoothed out his shirt, while the other reached for the coffee in front of himself. He looked down into the cup and sighed to himself, “I will admit, coffee in Prague is quite tasty. Has something I’ve never quite been able to put my finger on…but it’s the slightest bit more sweet, you know?”
My mouth opened, but nothing came out.
“Tell me that I haven’t missed your first coffee,” he sighed yet again, “because this feels picturesque…sitting down with my soulmate, enjoying the morning air. Nothing else matters right now…it feels almost like a honeymoon, doesn’t it?”
“Lloyd…”
“We never made it that far into our conversation that day,” he pointed out softly, “never talked about where you would want to go after we got married…after I made you my little soulmate wife…I never got to tell you how sweet I wanted to be to you…make love to you in a Parisian flat…hold you while we slept in a Tuscan villa…promised you the world and moon underneath the New York lights while we pretended that the glowing lights were almost like stars.”
My breath caught in my throat as I pictured the little scenarios he painted. My throat felt tight, and tears worked their way up to my eyes. The romantic in me lived for the life he talked about. I felt like I’d been robbed of it when I was hidden away by six. Lloyd sighed and leaned forward, wiping them away, “my god, do you look even more beautiful when you cry…I didn’t think it was possible…but here we are.”
“Wh-where’s six?” I asked softly, my mind focusing on that factor, “Wh-“
“Six,” he scoffed, leaning back against his chair, “that two-bit hack. I don’t know where he is at this exact moment, but I’m not so sure that it matters. Not that you and I are together again…it was only a matter of time until I caught up with the two of you. Go ahead. Ask me how, my little soulmate. I bet you’re wondering how I found you…aren’t you, my little ray of Sunshine?”
I nodded, unable to form the words on my own behalf. I became worried that something happened to six, and that I was truly alone for the first time.
He smiled and put the cup down, before moving from his chair to the one beside me at my table, “I’ve been searching everywhere for you…and it’s been six long months…but I found you…you’ve thought of me a lot, haven’t you? I could feel when you would reach for me…when you touched your mark…”
“S-six says I shouldn’t have…th-that it’d help you find us…th-that you’d feel the pull” I said guiltily, suddenly partially upset that I hadn’t listened to him, “I-I didn’t listen to him…I should hav-“
“My sweet little soul mate, you wanted the other half of your heart,” he cooed, his hand reaching out. I leaned into his touch and practically melted against it when he stroked my cheek, “there is nothing wrong with wanting to feel me…just as I want to feel you.”
“L-Lloyd…how did you-“
“One of the men on his team finally caved…went over the whole plan…went over the safehouses…he told me everything,” he smirked, “it was only a matter of time. But I am a patient man, my sweet Sunshine…especially when it comes to you. I would travel to the ends of the earth ten times over to get to you, Sunshine…”
“B-because I’m your soul mate…”
“No…because I am your soul mate,” he said softly, “I belong to you, Sunshine…you are everything that I am missing. You are a part of me, just as I am a part of you. You complete me. I’ve been searching my whole life to find you…and there had been times where I thought I was doomed to never find you…and I settled…but when I finally saw you…I knew…I knew that everything I’d ever done was worth it…it prepared me in a way that I never could have thought…so that I’d be able to protect you from anyone and anything.”
“S-Six says you’re bad.”
“I’m bad for anyone who gets in my way…but for you…I’m yours. I’m your protector, my sweet, sweet Sunshine…I’m your soulmate Sunshine, just as you are mine.”
“Lloyd.”
“I love the way that you say my name,” he admitted, leaning towards me. I gasped as his lips brushed over mine, “I love the way you look at me…and the way you reach out for me…the way that you saw me not as a dangerous man, but just a man that day I walked in and sat at the counter…I want that, Sunshine…I just want to be your soulmate. I want to love and be loved by you. You are the only person that matters to me.”
“I-I don’t know if I can trust you…y-you killed my parents.”
“They kept you from me.”
My heart lurched at the thought. I felt torn between losing my parents and truly being pulled from my soul mate. They both knew who he was, and they hid me away like some secret. Left me with Six.
“Run away with me, Sunshine…” he said sweetly, as though he was reading my mind. His lips brushed against mine once more, and I felt as though I was drunk. Our lips pressed together, meeting with finality, and my heart soared. I gasped, feeling a newer emotion…an even deeper one. He pulled away but was quick to press another soft kiss to my lips; his hands holding either side of my face, “Run away with me…if we do it now, there’s no finding us. He doesn’t even have to know…we can disappear, Sunshine…let me take care of you. Let me lov-“
An explosion ripped through the street and Lloyd stood, instantly surveying the damage. I felt his hand reach back for me; a small token that even while he was alert, he was trying to protect me, but I was already being pulled in the opposite direction. My heart raced and plummeted towards the ground, knowing that we were going to be separated once more.
“LLOYD!”
He turned and his eyes went wide as a dart struck his arm. My eyes went wide as he reached for it and pulled it out, then started towards me. There was a nervousness in his eyes, but he pushed forward, an instinctual need to be near me. I felt the tears slipping down my cheeks as he rushed forward but tripped over himself, falling to the ground. I looked behind me.
Dani was pulling me along with her. I could see Six on a rooftop. He dropped the dart gun and started towards us.
“LLOYD!”
“SUNSHINE!”
“I know you’re still mad at me, Sunsh-“
“Go to hell, six.”
He frowned, and gently placed an iced cupcake beside me on the desk, “I know it’s a little late…but I-I just wanted to say happy birthday, kiddo…I-“
“Leave me alone,” I growled, swiping the treat off the desk. From the couch Dani frowned and gave him a sympathetic look, “I hate you both…”
“Sun-“
“My birthday isn’t for another two months, anyways…I don’t want your pity cupcake…you asshole.”
“We did what was best for you, Suns-“
“You did what you wanted,” I grumbled, sure of what I was saying, “Lloyd wanted me for me…not because of what you’ve been trying to pound into my head.”
“You don’t want to believe six, fine,” Dani growled, finally standing up. That’s when I noticed she had a folder in her hands. She tossed it onto the desk in front of me, “meet his wife…he’s using your emotions, eight….”
“Don’t call me that.” I seethed, “I never agreed to be part of your science experiments.”
“I’m not some lab rat,” Six grumbled, “I’m part of the program…and so are you…the only reason Lloyd is playing into your connection is because he knows that your parents hid you away to become an agent…your skills are so attuned only after six months of training…you’re surpassing agents that have been in the fie-“
“I don’t care.”
“Well fine then,” he seethed, pushing himself away from me…continue to live in your pathetic little crush…allow yourself to fall in love with a psychopath who doesn’t actually care about you…I’m just the guy that’s been trying to help you for the past year…I’ve just been the one keeping you alive and well, while he hunts us down like rats. He doesn’t love you, Sunshine. A man like him could never love you. He doesn’t have the ability to. Once he gets you, he’ll use you.”
“You mean like you assholes?” I scoffed, glaring at the two of them, “What’s the difference, huh? I was forced into this! I didn’t want it. At least Lloyd was giving me a choice!”
Chapter 4
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Sierra Six x Reader
You were Dani's little sister. You liked spending time with Dani and Six. However, you didn't like how Dani and Six treated you. They would sometimes treat you as if you were glass. A story in which Dani and Six live together, and you, have Schizoaffective Disorder.
Trigger Warning: Unitential Self-harm
"What's wrong?" Dani asked. I had been crying.
"There's snakes on the bed. I can't sleep with snakes." I mumbled.
Six then walked in. He looked concerned. You didn't really know Six that well. He was pretty quiet around you, but you knew that Dani told him about your condition. I had been living with them for a while. I was tired of living in the city with my parents. If it were up to me, I would have my apartment, but my parents would never trust me to live alone. And besides, I don't have any money. It's hard to keep a job when you have hallucinations and depressive episodes.
Dani stood up and picked up my blanket and pillows. She was looking for the snakes. She flipped them over and set them on the bed. She looked at Six and then she looked at me.
"(Y/N). No snakes." She seemed so sure. How could she not see the snakes? Was she lying to me? Was she trying to trick me? Six then came over to me a kneeled down to be. I had been sitting on the floor with my knees drawn up to my chest.
"Why don't you sleep on the couch? Huh?" Six told me. Dani looked at him in an offensive way.
.......
I lay down the couch, I overhear Dani arguing with Six.
"You know you're just enforcing her delusion, right? You have to let her challenge herself. Figure out what's real and what's false." I heard my sister say.
"I know. I know. But this is day two without sleep for her. She needs sleep. You said yourself that sleep deprivation could trigger an episode, right?"
"Yes. Six. You're right. But could you at least talk to me first before you try and reason with her. I just feel like sometimes she thinks you always give the easy way out, and I'm the bad guy."
.......
CRASH!
Six and Dani come running into the living room. Six had his gun pointed down and looking around frantically, while Dani immediately tried to look for me. There was shattered glass everywhere. I had punched the mirror that was hanging in the living room.
"Oh my God. Six get a towel or something! She's bleeding. Y/N look at me. It's okay. You're okay."
"Don't take me to the hospital. Please! I didn't mean to! Please!" I gasped. Six picked me up bridal style away from the glass onto the couch I was sleeping on. He then wrapped a towel around my hand and held it tightly. Dani went to go get the first aid kit.
"I'm sorry. Six I'm sorry." I repeated.
"I know. Hey, look at me. Look at me. Just breathe. It doesn't look too deep. I'm going to clean it, and wrap it okay? Will you let me do that?" It turns out Six was pretty good with medical stuff. I think he could've been a paramedic if it wasn't for prison.
"Okay." I breathed.
....
Dani gave me a Xanax. That's usually what she does when I have an episode.
"I wasn't trying to hurt myself." I mumbled.
"No?" Six said.
"No. I was looking in the mirror and I didn't see myself. It wasn't me. I don't know who it was. But it wasn't me."
"Must have been pretty scary. Did you tell Dani any of this?" He looked so concerned. I hated that they had to worry about me like this.
"No. I don't like when you guys look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like I'm broken or crazy or I don't know!" Dani came in when she heard my little outburst.
....
A week later Six started taking the sheets off the mirrors. I had put them there after my little incident. It seemed like Six was taking into consideration what my sister said to him:
You have to let her challenge herself. Figure out what's real and what's false.
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As The World Caves In || Follow Tongue and Hold My Breath
A/N: This chapter is arriving a bit delayed due to personal reasons, but it’s a longer one. Hope that makes up for it in some way, and I hope I remember how to do this. Tissues may or may not be needed for this one; though it’s quippy and cute, it’s a bit sombre, as well. References to the film abound, see if you can spot them all. As always, like if you like, the support is very appreciated.
Fandom: The Gray Man
Pairing: Courtland Gentry x Gender Neutral!Reader, Sierra Six x Gender Neutral!Reader
Wordcount: 4,902
Type: Multi-Chaptered.
Read Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here, and Chapter 3 here.
Chapter Summary: Mutual revelations allow our reader to finally come to terms with their past, at least in some respect. Behind the banter, the two of them unfold, not complacent, but finally beginning to tread fallow ground. However, 99942 Apophis is getting closer and closer, so Six decides it’s time to move on. It’s only after following his intuition -- after letting go under the cleansing rain -- that everyone finds respite.
Follow Tongue and Hold My Breath
“This is your file,” Six said, holding up a thinly-filled manila in his right hand, “and this is mine.” The second folder was completely empty.
You frowned. “I thought you were going to to tell me--”
“I didn’t say that.”
“So, you were just going to let me think you were?”
“Probably.”
“Were you going to tell me if I didn’t call you out on it?”
“Probably not.”
“You’re mouthy for an asshole.”
“I’ve been accused of worse. Can you toss me some gum?”
You threw the gum at his face. He caught it as easily as a lie between teeth, one manila folder still in-hand, before giving you a wink, like it was nothing.
“Thanks,” he replied, already unwrapping his catch. Popping it in his mouth, he crumpled up the wrapper, put it in his pocket, and then met your glaring eyes. You were focused on burning a hole right between his blue-grey gaze.
“What?” He asked, voice muffled around gum.
“Nothing, I just…” You trailed off, mildly caught off guard as your gaze fell apart, but managed to focus on his right hand. “Can you toss me my file?” You asked, echoing his quip.
“No, but I’ll hand it to you.”
You spluttered for a second, indignant, eyeing the file that he was now offering out. You weren’t sure if you wanted to take it, but if you didn’t, you’d never be able to know anything at all. And while you weren’t sure if you cared to know about yourself, you knew you definitely wanted to know about Six. There was a smile in his eyes; he was teasing you.
“What’s your problem, dude?”
“Don’t have one, but you seem to have one with me. What does my kiss taste like?” He mused, countering.
“Not answering that,” you replied immediately, half without thinking, half-scathing. A beat of pause, and then you cautiously took your file for yourself. Tearing your eyes away to glance at your own buried secrets, in the back of your mind you resolved to thank the man in front of you. It would happen later, at some point in the future, if any of the above ever became true: when pigs flew, when wishes came true, or when you knew who you were. As much as you’d gotten frustrated at him— with him, earlier, you couldn’t blame him now. You opened the file, bracing yourself.
And then you closed it again.
"You know what? No. I'm not doing this shit. You found out about me, now you're going to spill." You looked up from your file to see him staring at you, brows raised somewhat in disbelief. Were you really going there? Yes. Yes, you fucking were.
“Why do you ask? Besides quid pro quo.” He asked, tone mock-distracted as his eyes roved over the file in your hands.
“Because--” You broke off, took a deep breath. You glanced around the room, eyes looking for an escape route. Everything suddenly felt like too much; the lights of the hotel room across from you morphed into a garish white that seemed to haze instead of shine. You couldn’t look at Six anymore, instead refocusing on your hands. You didn’t know what to do with your hands, besides hoisting yourself off the balcony railing. The crickets were the only sound between you two. He certainly knew how to give you space to speak yourself into oblivion. Like hell you’d take the bait. Instead, you mentally ran in circles.
You hadn’t even looked through the damn thing. So why did you feel the need to explain? It’s not like you were in confessional. But this felt like a betrayal all the same, because even though you meant the words you were about to say, they weren’t just for him. They were selfish, blanketing your feelings so you didn’t have to face them for what they were. It was the truth though, and you weren’t going to shy away from being honest with him.
Swallow your pride, c’mon. Say it!
“Because it doesn’t matter. I want to get to know you. Not… not a number. You’re not a number to me.” You finished. Your voice came out more steady than you expected but you still felt yourself floundering in the ensuing silence, desperate to get your thoughts across. But you weren’t going to fold. Yeah, you were conflicted as all hell, but this wasn’t about you. You knew you could look at the damn file later. You knew he knew that, too.
He sighed, then looked up at you with those puppy-like blue greys. He sounded so resigned, his voice dropping an octave in disagreement, as if his very veins were refusing this emotional bloodletting. It made a cool, coppery shiver go up your spine. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything. What’s your name? Your history? Your favourite colour? Genre of music?” You were aware you were barraging him with questions, but you didn’t really care. Answers felt long overdue, and honestly, all you wanted to do was hear him talk.
Six fell silent at your eagerness, expression looking burned when you said history. It occurred to you, distantly, that there were most likely multiple reasons for his reserved nature, and in that same second that it took you to connect the dots, you felt very, very ashamed. But he didn’t outwardly react — for a second, you worried you went too far — either that, he was thinking about how to approach the situation of being poked and prodded for information he didn’t want to give.
“Gentry. Courtland Gentry. Not as smooth as James Bond, but we’re in the same line of work, so…” Six trailed off in amusement, chuckling bitterly almost to himself. It sounded smoky and hurt, as if he were hiding himself away at the same time he gave his own name. “Don’t have a favourite colour. Jazz. Vinyls over digital, or Claire would kill me,” he said, shaking his head in amusement.
“How’d you meet her? I’m guessing you’re not family.”
“She’s the closest thing I’ve got to it,” Six -- Courtland -- replied, expression turning sombre. “Her uncle was the closest thing I had to a father. He was also the one that recruited me. And now he’s upstairs.”
“Recruited you?”
“To work for the CIA, as Sierra. Value add.” His reply was short. He blew a small bubble, snapped his gum; it punctuated the ensuing silence with a pop. “His words, not mine.”
“You seem almost… sarcastic about that last part.”
“Hah, he said the same thing: ‘I get it. You’re glib.’” Six said, letting out a dry bark of amusement. You watched as he sat down, almost preparing himself for what he was about to unpack next. You didn’t need or want to say anything else -- you were just following tongue and holding your breath. You hadn’t missed what he’d said about Claire’s uncle, but now wasn’t the time to inquire further about that. Six had enough to comb through for you to ask more than you really deserved to know.
“Your mother?” You asked softly, knowing you were already treading ground he wasn’t comfortable with.
“Died when I was young.”
“Right,” you replied, sensing he didn’t want to talk about her further. You hesitated to press further about his other parent. “Should I ask?”
“You’ve already started the conversation,” Six pointed out. “No point in stopping now.”
“Tell me about him. Please?”
“Okay.”
Six let out a growly sigh, dragging one hand down his face in exhaustion. It seemed like this had happened before, just a moment of deja vu that wasn’t yours, but he shook it off.
“My father thought he was tough. Fancied himself a real macho man. He was hell-bent on turning me and my brother into the same, and… And, one day, I realised--” Six broke off, to steel himself to continue. When he spoke again, it wasn’t to you. It was to the cigarette burn peeking out of his sleeve.
“I realised it was going to be either my brother or him. I decided it was going to be him.” Six let out a sniffle, eyes following your gaze. Almost in response, the burn went back into hiding as he continued. His voice covered for it -- a distraction, a wingman against prying eyes. “I thought, ‘how noble of me,’ and everyone else thought I should be in jail.” He finished, and though his voice was steady, you could see it in his eyes.
He was clearly in pain, even now, and there was nothing you could do to help it. You could see why he felt like he was Sisyphus: he’d never been allowed to heal-- the gods kept punishing him, and punishing him, and punishing him, and he deserved none of it. You wanted to say something, but didn’t know what you could. It wasn’t about you. It never was.
“Anything else you wanna know?” He asked, eyes on yours. It was like he was looking for answers, as if the question was more for himself than you, but he said it so nonchalantly you’d think nothing was wrong.
“How many years?” You asked, voice a whisper.
“Eight,” he replied. “Fitz found me eight years into a thirty-six year sentence. I would’ve been out at a cool fifty-one if not for him.”
You fell silent, swallowing the lump in your throat. The math meant that he was incarcerated at 15. He had to have been tried as an adult, there was no other way to explain why the sentence was that long. You supposed he could’ve gone to a juvenile correctional facility, but he would’ve aged out within three years… that, and you had no idea when he was born, just the year.
You felt guilty. And stupid -- so very stupid. All you could do was shake your head; you wanted to say something but all that came out was a strange little gasp, and then you felt wetness on your cheeks.
“You’re crying.” He said, a robotic observation, softened by his tone. “May I?”
No shit, Sherlock.
You never cried. Then again, you’d never had a reason to cry before the events of the past few months. You really weren’t cut out for this, you realised, as you stood there, trying to breathe, trying to get yourself under control. You didn’t know what he meant by the question, but nothing he could do would upset you -- it was how he was treated that upset you -- but you knew he knew that. Still, he was asking permission. He’d been through so much, and he was asking you permission for the simplest things, and that stabbed you through the heart. You finally let out a shaky breath.
“May you what?” You croaked, voice hoarse.
“Wipe away your tears,” he replied, closing the gap between you two in one stride. He took the manila from you and set it aside; you’d forgotten it was in your hands. He was so close now, emotionally and physically, and you swore no one would ever see you like this since the first time, but Six had seen both.
“Please,” you whispered. The word came out without even thinking.
“You’re too beautiful to cry,” he replied, his voice just as quiet. “Not over me. Don’t cry over me,” he chuckled, shaking his head. A hand rose to cup your jaw, his thumbs ghosting over your skin, his touch as light as a feather as he brushed your tears away. You couldn’t look away from him, and looking into the grey, you felt all your walls finally fall. You’d been lying to yourself, telling yourself that this was just misplaced affection. He’d saved you, so, of course, you’d be infatuated -- but everything you felt was unconsciously growing like weeds, tangled and confused, all-consuming if you didn’t keep an eye on them. And you’d allowed your weeds to grow, encouraged them, even. You couldn’t hide from yourself anymore.
At least your weeds were made of wishes.
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You wondered, on some level, if Six felt the same, if his mental garden had gotten the best of him, too — if weeds he thought he’d eradicated suddenly reappeared between cracked lines of stoic concrete. You knew better than to ask. He knew how to disappear, and if he felt the need, he would. You stared down at your file, and the dandelion in your hand. It made you want to disappear, too.
You weren’t supposed to be outside, but you needed the air. You needed to think.
“You’re not supposed to be out here,” Six chirped.
“I know. Just… Looking at the folder.” You turned around, only to meet his eyes, lifted the dandelion, and without blinking, blew it into his impassive expression, getting no reaction barring the slightest rise of his right brow. He spat out a few dandelion fuzzies from between his lips in annoyance, as more than a few settled in his hair.
“I’m guessing you haven’t opened it yet,” he said.
“Nope,” you replied. Like hell you were going to crack, but you couldn’t help but bite your lip. He hadn’t noticed. “I almost don’t want to.”
“It’s there if you do. Regardless, we have to keep moving.” He said, already turning back towards the hotel’s automatic double doors. “We’ve stayed here too long.”
“I know— wait, what?” You grabbed his shoulder. He froze, then turned back towards you with a sigh. The fuzzies embedded themselves further into blonde. Leaving the hotel room you’d been in for the past several months felt like a type of treason. Even though you couldn’t quite name it, you felt the anxiety flush into your system — but you’d done nothing wrong. You found yourself at a loss for words, his right brow now further up his forehead like a wannabe elevator. You could tell he was frustrated at himself, that he wanted to say, ‘You heard me,’ but was biting his tongue.
Needless to say, you wanted to change the subject.
“May I?”
“What?
“You have, um, dandelion wi-- seeds in your hair. Can I…?”
He just nodded, eyes on yours. “By all means,” he murmured. You reached up to run your hands through his hair, cautious and tentative. You didn’t expect it to be so soft, and paused for a second. All the fuzzies in his hair, scattered around, looked a bit like a flower crown, and it made you smile.
“Sorry, I… You look like you’ve got a crown.”
His lips flinched into his signature smile, and for a moment, he seemed shy. You noticed that his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.
“That’d be a novel concept, wouldn’t it?” He asked.
“I guess so,” you replied softly, gently running your fingers through his hair, combing out dandelion seeds along the way, before ruffling his hair back into its signature dirty-blonde banged fringe. It almost looked like rusted gold in the sunlight, and as you stepped back to admire your work, dandelion seeds in your right palm, you were tempted to blow them back into his face just so you could do it all over again.
“There,” you said approvingly. A second passed; you wanted to say something more, but wasn’t sure what.
“Thanks.”
A beat of comfortable silence, before he thumbed back towards the entrance. “Shall we? Claire’s already packing.”
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You walked in on Claire rolling her clothes up, still holding the dandelion seeds. She looked up at the sound of the door closing. Seeing her confirmed what Six had said earlier, and now that the information had time to settle, you couldn’t disagree it was the right move. You’d stayed in the hotel for far too long, practically speaking, and it was time to move on.
“Hey, the lovebirds are back,” she quipped, voice just mildly sarcastic. “Took ya long enough. Remind me what’s going on?” Her eyes drifted to the dandelion seeds in your hand in curiosity, but she didn’t prod.
“I already told you: we’re dropping you off at Agent Miranda’s,” Six replied. “At least until I get this situation sorted out. I don’t want you in danger we can avoid, if I can help it.”
Claire’s face flickered with frustration, turned to betrayal, and then hurt all in one breath. But she didn’t voice her feelings, not at first. Even she knew there were bigger fish to fry. And it was all because of you. Then the dam burst.
“Why?! I didn’t think you were serious, Six! And you know I didn’t mean that,” Claire finally said, affronted. “I’m not just gonna leave you--”
“I know what you meant and you’re not getting an answer. It’s not mine to give. You’ll have Dani with you, okay?”
Claire’s expression crumpled, turned slightly desperate, a ghost of what you guessed she’d experienced in the past. She didn’t want to lose him again, that much was obvious, and you suspected she’d said those exact words before.
Claire looked away from Six, who’d already started packing, to you. You hadn’t moved a muscle since you’d heard the words Agent Miranda, but took a breath and headed to the closet to pull your clothes down -- both to think and collect yourself. There wasn’t any time to feel hurt, and it would be childish to feel hurt in the first place over something like this. And you’d already hurt Claire, stolen her only family away from her -- even if it was a temporary arrangement. It only made sense to stay quiet, hold your breath. You didn’t hold anything against her. You just weren’t sure how to feel.
You scattered the dandelion seeds around the floor of the closet. They’d be swept up eventually, but at least, for now, they’d bear witness to the wishes in your head.
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After checking out, the three of you surreptitiously made your way to the hotel’s parking garage, under the dim light of early morning the following day. You were both surprised and unsurprised to see your getaway car was a military-grade black van. It was hidden away from most, if not all the cameras, in a corner near one of the exits. No one would miss one black car out of hundreds, or so you hoped.
The trip was surreal and silent. Six was driving, Claire was asleep in the backseat, and you were passenger-side, watching the trees speed past, as if they were running like the wind blew.
“Something on your mind?”
The question surprised you. Six wasn’t the type to ask questions -- and you were usually the one asking him questions. Pestering him, really. You looked away from the side window to focus on the road, and as you turned, you caught him watching you curiously.
“Why do you ask?”
“You’re not usually this quiet.”
“You don’t usually ask questions.”
“Touché,” he replied.
More silence.
“What’s she like? Agent Miranda?”
“She’s a friend of mine. You can trust her.”
That told you nothing. His tone told you everything else, that he’d already known what you were thinking about and simply wanted to confirm, and, to be honest, you were pretty shit at hiding your emotions. Something told you this wasn’t up for debate, and you hated that.
“How do I know that for sure?”
“Because she saved my life,” he said, his tone coming out sharp, a dog’s bite without the bark.
She’d saved his life, and he’d saved yours. You had that in common. Kind of.
“That’s a fair point.” You fell silent, mollified for now, but you were also undeterred. You’d just have to talk to her yourself. It was almost funny how you could trust him and Claire so easily, but the minute anyone else came in the picture, your hackles raised. You shrank back against the window, averting your eyes toward the rising sun through the trees.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Claire asked, mid-yawn, her arms dangling over both of your seats.
You jumped in your seat, not enough for her to notice in her half-awake state, but definitely enough for Six to give you amused side-eye. He answered for both of you.
“Nothing. We were just talking to keep me awake. Gum, please?”
“Sure thing,” Claire replied, with her usual disbelieving, sarcastic tone. “You want me to sit here and stare at my shoes while you two pantomime communication, too?” You noticed she still handed him a stick of watermelon Bubblicious. As always, she was unfazed by his gruff and grumpy demeanour. It made you smile.
“You should go back to bed. It’s 7 A.M. and another eleven hours before we get to Dani’s,” Six replied, voice muffled around watermelon gum. He stuffed the crumpled up wrapper into his pocket.
“Nah. Can we get ice cream for breakfast?” Claire asked.
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You finally arrived at Agent Miranda’s apartment the following day, sometime around 6 P.M. under a light shower of rain and mist. By that point, you were too exhausted for much of anything, despite the fact that this was the first time in a long time you’d gone outside for more than five minutes. You were not at all surprised to see the cameras near the front door, nor the intercom, but you did want to stay back just in case. However, Six didn’t give you that option.
“Let her see your face,” he’d said, an asleep Claire in his arms. He’d sheltered her from the rain; consequently, both his bangs and his beard dripped with rainwater every so often. “Ring the doorbell. I’ll do the talking.”
“Okay,” you’d replied, feeling like a fish out of water, which was rather ironic because you were getting mildly soaked. For a few long minutes, there was nothing but the soft pitter-patter of rain.
When the buzzer went, you jumped.
“Yes?” Her accent was thick, but not unintelligible. Something about her voice put you at ease, despite her direct tone.“Have you tried aluminium siding?” Six asked. You could tell it was a code. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. You glanced nervously between Six and the blinking camera.
“I prefer filigree.”
“Hey, at least you don’t have to paint,” Six replied, tone mildly amused.
“What is it, Six?”
Six let out a long breath, glancing down at Claire for a second, before eyeing the camera. “Mind keeping an eye on the kid?”
“No, but for how long?”
“Just until I get something sorted out.”
A few minutes passed, before you heard a few clicks and beeps from within. The door unlocked.
“Get in.”
“As long as it’s not the trunk,” he chuckled, weary. You gave him a confused look, but he didn’t answer, instead stepped inside the opening door. Dani’s hand was only just visible. She took care of her nails. You followed Six meekly, a pace behind, and as soon as all three of you were out of the rain, she shut the door. It locked itself.
“Shoes off, please. Tea? Coffee?”
“Hot chocolate,” Six replied, already barefoot by the time she was done with her questions. He headed towards the nearby mauve couch to lay Claire down and took off her shoes, one Nike off after the other. “When Claire wakes up, she’ll want some. Blankets?”
“Closet,” she replied, not looking away from the bright red kettle of milk on her gas stove, cocoa powder and four mugs on the counter beside. Her hair was a dark brown that rested a bit past her shoulders, straight but curled at its ends. The kitchenette was varying spots of red and black and white and chrome, and you got the sense that Agent Dani Miranda was one classy woman, a take-no-shit-for-answers type. You decided that you liked her.
Setting your shoes beside Six’s, you fully stepped into the semi-open concept apartment. You passed him on his way back to set Claire’s shoes down, now similarly barefoot and chilled. His fingertips alighted on your shoulder. You stopped in your tracks in response, a drenched Pavlov's bitch.
“Do you want a blanket, too?”
You only nodded, shivering. Dani’s apartment wasn’t cold, but moving from being outside in the rain to indoors was apparently a difficult transition. You stood there, at the threshold between a shut door and an open room, unsure of what to do, before Six came back a few minutes later. He put a soft white blanket around your shoulders, which you pulled in closer. For his part, he had just a towel around his own. His hair was still damp, but no longer dripping.
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“You grew your hair out,” Six quipped.
“I did.”
Agent Miranda -- Dani -- went quiet. She had a heart-shaped face, and big brown eyes, and if it weren’t for the sharp mind behind them, you’d have thought her a doe. You knew that look: it was filled with annoyance, calculation and curiosity, all at once. Six took a sip of his hot chocolate, both hands around the warmth of his cup, but kept his eyes on hers. It was like he was trying to read her thoughts.
“What are you thinking?” Six asked.
“I’m thinking about what to do with you.”
“Think about it this way: Claire didn’t ask for this, neither did I. And neither did--”
“Get comfortable,” Dani said, cutting him off with a raised hand.
“‘Get comfortable’ like we’re making a plan, or… or, like, ‘cushy prison cell’ comfortable?” He asked, tentative. Agent Miranda rolled her eyes.
You couldn’t help but snort at that, which prompted a look from the newly met agent.
“You and I need to talk. Tell me what’s happened. I want to hear it from you,” she said softly. “I don’t bite. Unless you’re Denny Carmichael.”
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About half an hour later, you were in Agent Miranda’s tiny self-renovated home office. She’d been kind enough to sequester you away from Six and Claire, both to give you a breather and them some time to recover from the long drive. She’d put marshmallows in Claire’s mug, the jumbo ones, at Six’s request. She’d taken your mugs with her, and was now reheating them in the microwave. You sat in one of her fuzzy office chairs, knees pulled to your chest. It was white, and you sunk into it. There were shelved files on the opposite wall, and a sleek silver laptop on her desk.
“Careful, it’s hot,” she warned, handing you your mug.
“Thanks,” you whispered, wrapping your hands around it.
Agent Miranda walked around her desk, sat down in an identical chair. For a second, she just observed, and it made you want to squirm. You merely gripped the mug tighter, stared into its dark chocolatey depths.
“Who are you?” She asked.
“I can-- I can tell you. Or, um, show you. One second.” You placed your mug on the office desk, opened Six’s jacket -- he’d made you wear it because of the waterproof pockets on the inside -- and took out your file. You slid it in her direction. “I haven’t read it myself yet.”
“Okay,” she replied cautiously. She took a sip of her hot chocolate, lifted the file off the desk, put her mug down, then began to read. You felt like a misbehaving student in front of the school principal. You picked your mug back up.
It took her a few long minutes, eyes scanning the page. She’d forgotten her hot chocolate in favour of whatever was in your file. You kept sipping your own. By the time you were finished, she was, too.
“I see,” she murmured. “Why haven't you read it?”
“I don’t want to anymore. Apparently my entire life has been a lie, so… why should anything on those pages matter?” You asked, shrugging. Her expression turned from curious to one of sympathetic understanding, and she went quiet for a second. You continued, glancing down at your empty mug. You couldn’t look her in the eyes. “I was kidnapped, held hostage in a basement for months, Six saved me, and now I just wanna start over. I wanna lose myself. Is that so bad?”
“No, it’s not.”
She didn’t say anything after that — for what felt like a very long time. You could tell she was thinking things over. Maybe she was thinking about what to do with you, too.
“Can I ask you something?” You asked, tentatively.
“Of course,” she replied, her head tilting slightly. She hadn’t expected that from you, as far as you could tell, but she wasn’t showing it.
“Did you really save his life?” You whispered. You had an inkling, slightly, that he’d been telling the truth, that he wouldn’t lie about something like that. But you wanted to confirm for yourself.
“Twice,” she replied. A faint, flinching smile appeared on her expression, before she let out a small breath, collecting herself. “I need to talk to Six, if you don’t mind,” she said, taking up both of your empty mugs.
“Okay,” you replied. “Thank you, Agent Miranda.”
“You can call me Dani, if you want.”
“Okay.”
And then she was gone, and you were left staring at the black wall divider. There was only silence on the other side. You couldn’t tell how long it’d been, but eventually, the wall divider opened again, and Dani peeked into the office — only one eye was visible. When she spoke, her voice was painfully soft.
“You can come back into the living room now, love. Claire’s awake, as well. We’ve made a plan.”
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Alcina's New Maid Pt. 17 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader
Summary: You have your final few days of training and the morning of the meeting finally arrives.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI. Very brief mention of suicide (while talking about Donna's past and her parents). No details mentioned, just mentioning the act itself. If you want to skip that part, skip to the dialogue after the paragraph starting with **.
Tags: fluff, light angst
Notes: Part 17! Sorry for the teeny tiny cliffhanger but we were reaching 5k words so I had to cut it off. Next chapter will dive straight into the meeting! Also, I re-read most of this the other day but I'm sick and don't have the mental capacity to go over it again so apologies for any errors!
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The following morning Cassandra woke you up before sunrise again for your last full day of training. Once you were warmed up she started sparring with you again and showing you different ways to get out of different kinds of grapples.
After breakfast she brought out one of her old daggers and handed it to you and taught you how to use it properly now that Karl was making you one of your own. Cassandra showed you how to wield it, and the different ways you can use it for defense and the occasional attack. Once she was satisfied with your movements she ran inside and grabbed a wooden dagger and used that to spar with you.
The first hour of the sparring session ended with her poking you with her wooden dagger in at least eight different places that would kill you. She grabbed Dani and used her as a model to point out where the main arteries in the body were and how to hit them to either kill your opponent or cause massive damage.
She continued sparring with you and teaching you how to block the most important parts of your body to avoid death or severe injury. After a few hours you were finally getting the hang of it and you decided to take a quick break for lunch. Zina brought out your lunches again and Bela and Daniela joined the two of you, all of you eating in the courtyard.
When you finished eating Cassandra quizzed you on the locations of the major arteries again and had you practice sheathing and unsheathing your dagger while you digested. After about an hour it was back to sparring. Once more you sparred with Bela and Daniela but this time they had the wooden dagger. Bela was hard to hit due to her defensive nature and you were able to get a few hits on Daniela because her moves were so erratic and chaotic. None of the hits you landed would have done much damage - no less kill someone - but the fact that you were able to hit her at all meant you were progressing well.
"Okay, now you'll have mother, Aunt Donna and Uncle Karl there to help you if shit goes sideways so you won't have to fight Miranda alone." Cassandra says.
"Which is a good thing because if you fought her alone you would definitely die." Daniela adds in.
"Oh yeah, without a doubt. You'd be super fucked. But even with the three of them Miranda is still stupid strong so it'll still be a really hard fight. Lets team up, you and Dani and me and Bela and we'll do a team match. This will encompass everything, grapples, defense, the daggers, you gotta be on your toes."
The match started and Daniela immediately went after Bela and Cassandra headed directly for you. You were able to fight her off for a decent amount of time before she grappled you. When you realized her grip on you was too strong you were able to grab your dagger and stab her in the leg and get out of it. Even though you missed the artery it was still enough damage to knock her off her game for a moment and get out of her grip.
It felt wrong attacking the girls. Even though you knew a stab like that was the equivalent of a papercut to them. Attacking them wasn't something you enjoyed. Although if you were being honest, attacking anyone wasn't something you enjoyed so at least when you go to stab someone else when they attack you you won't feel as bad as you do when you stab one of the girls.
Bela was able to knock Daniela down and headed over to you to assist Cassandra. Two on one was tough and you didn't last long at all. Although you lasted longer than you thought you would - meaning you were able to fight them off for about a minute instead of immediately being subdued. Bela managed to pin you down and when Daniela finally got over to you, Cassandra was quick to pin her, winning them the match.
The sound of applause rang through the air as Alcina walked over.
"Well done girls. Cassandra, your swordsmanship with the dagger was fantastic, Bela, wonderful defense, Daniela, I don't know how you always manage to keep your sisters on their toes, even after all of these years. And draga, you did a fantastic job, you held your own well. I'm very proud of all of you." She says with a smile. "Now girls, go get washed up, dinner will be soon."
The girls swarm up to give their mother kisses on her cheek and head inside. Alcina walks over to one of the benches and sits down. She pulls you into her lap and holds you close.
"I am very impressed draga mea, truly."
"You are?"
"Yes, I saw you stab Cassandra in the leg to get out of her grasp. Your quick thinking was impressive my love."
"Thanks. I really hope a fight doesn't break out at the meeting. It's one thing sparring with the girls, but with Miranda? I don't know, it makes me nervous."
"It makes me nervous too draga mea. But I'll be there with you and I won't let anything happen to you. Donna and Karl also swore to help protect you so you will be okay." She says.
"I'd hate to be the reason anyone got hurt."
Alcina kisses you on the head and you look up into her golden eyes. She smiles down at you and places a knuckle under your chin and leans down, capturing you lips with hers.
"I won't let anything happen to you, draga mea. I promise." She whispers against your lips.
"I know." You reply before kissing her again.
Alcina nuzzles you and the dinner bell rings.
The two of you walk into the dining room and the girls swarm in. Hunger hits you the moment you smell the delicious food and as soon as your plate it piled you dig in.
Alcina lets you sleep in a little the next morning and just as you're getting dressed the breakfast bell rings. After breakfast Cassandra reviews some of the things she's taught you over the last few days and the two of you finish up right before lunch.
The rest of the day goes by pretty quickly. Cassandra does another quick review with you after dinner and once the two of you are finished you head into your room and find Alcina drawing herself a bath.
"Ah, draga, there you are. How was it?"
"It was good, I was able to retain almost everything she taught me."
"Good, I'm glad to hear it. Would you like to join me?" She asks as she finishes taking off the rest of her clothes and steps into the tub.
You nod and pull off your clothes and toss them in the hamper. Alcina lifts you into the tub and sits you down in her lap with your back against her chest. Once you're comfortable you let out a sigh and lean into her. Alcina wraps her arms around you and kisses your neck.
You're completely enveloped by her, by her scent, by the feeling of her skin against yours, her warm breath skating across your neck. As stressed as you are over tomorrow's meeting you can't help but feel relaxed in her arms. When you're with her like this you feel more safe than you ever have in your life. Even after everything - all of the pain, the hurt, the heartbreak, she's still the one that brings you more comfort than anyone else ever has. If you tried making sense of it you'd surely get a migraine. But right here, in her arms, you're safe. And that's all that matters.
"How are you feeling about tomorrow?" You ask her.
"It's difficult to know how to feel when I don't know what her intentions are, draga. If it were solely about the hunters I would say I am prepared and looking forward to coming up with a plan to deal with them. Although yes, the hunters will certainly be discussed because they are a topic of concern, I know Miranda and I know she's not asking you to be there to solely take notes."
"Are you afraid of her?"
Alcina pauses for a moment to contemplate your question as her fingers mindlessly trace patterns across your skin.
"Yes and no."
"How so?"
"I am not afraid of her for myself. She is incredibly powerful and even though it would not be easy, she could certainly kill me. But I know she won't. She needs myself and the rest of the lords to keep the village under her thumb as she searches for her perfect vessel. And since I do most of the work she knows that killing me would be a mistake. But I fear for the day that she deems us unnecessary because when that day comes, she won't hesitate killing all of us. Her power is nearly limitless and I have no doubt that she will do anything and everything to succeed in finding a suitable vessel for Eva. Even if it means destroying everything around her to do so. Until then she will do whatever she feels is necessary to keep us, the lords, in line. I'm also worried that she is going to try and hurt you to hurt me. I wouldn't put it past her to do something like that again and that scares me, draga mea."
She sighs and holds you tight, nuzzling her nose into your hair. As you take in her words, the word "again" sticks out.
"What do you mean 'again?'"
"Lets finish up in here and I'll tell you in bed."
You nod and you both finish bathing. After drying off and putting on pajamas you crawl into bed and curl under Alcina's chin. Alcina holds you close and continues.
"Many years ago, decades ago at this point, Karl had a paramour. It wasn't someone he truly loved but he did care for them. They were a worker at his factory and the two of them began spending time together. Karl began slacking off to spend more time with them; Mother Miranda got wind of it and she was less than pleased. One day they went missing. Mother Miranda called a meeting and none of us knew why until we arrived and saw Karl's paramour chained down at her feet. She said they were nothing but a nuisance and they were only causing trouble, distracting Karl from her goal of finding a perfect vessel. She ordered Karl to kill them and he refused. Mother Miranda was going to kill them but instead I offered. Karl was furious but I knew that whatever Miranda was going to do, she was going to make them suffer horrifically because Karl refused her. She relented and I was the one who killed them. It was the only time I ever apologized to someone before I killed them. They knew that this was a mercy kill and that Miranda would have done much worse so it was also the only time someone had thanked me for doing it. Miranda was pleased and allowed me to take their body back to the castle to do what I pleased with it. Karl came over the next day and he was so angry, he thought I drained their blood and turned them into one of the vineyards scarecrows. But I didn't, instead I cleared a small spot on the edge of the woods and had them buried. Karl was grateful and after we had a conversation he understood why I did what I did. Karl was still relatively new and hadn't seen Miranda's wrath like I had. He knew refusing her would anger her but he didn't realize she would have taken it out on their paramour instead of himself."
"Is that why he hates Miranda?"
"One of the reasons. He hated her well before that incident. She had kidnapped him and infected him with the cadou when she found out that he was one of the descendants of the four founders of the village. He never got a say in the matter like I did. She just took him and forced it upon him."
"That's so horrible. Why didn't he just leave after he got the cadou?"
"It's difficult to explain but in the end he wasn't able to. Miranda would have hunted him down. Once we were given the cadou, whether or not we had a choice in the matter, we were forced to stay. She was also able to influence him to stay."
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone takes to the cadou differently. I have a theory that those with a higher affinity to the cadou are less affected by Miranda's control. To a certain extent, Miranda controls the mold because her powers were given to her by the Black God, which is where the mold comes from. Since the cadou contains the mold, by extension Miranda has a certain amount of control over it."
"So can she control you?"
"Not necessarily. I believe she has a certain amount of influence over me, but no, she cannot control me because I have a higher affinity to it. For example, the moroaicǎ and lycans have almost no affinity to the cadou so Miranda can control them if she wanted to. In the past she has, but she generally she views them as a waste of time so she gave Karl the job of overseeing the lycans and myself the moroaicǎ."
"So how can you tell who does and doesn't have a higher affinity to it?"
"My theory is that the more mutated the subject, the less affinity they have towards it. The moroaicǎ and lycans are at the bottom, they are the most mutated and most easily controllable therefore have the lowest affinity. Next comes Salvatore, whom you haven't met yet. He is severely mutated and will do anything to please Miranda. Next I believe is Donna. Although her only mutation is on her face, she is very mentally unstable which leads me to believe that Miranda can more easily influence her."
"How is she mentally unstable?"
Alcina lets out a sigh as her fingers dance across your skin.
**"It is quite a tragic story. Many years ago, before she received the cadou, her sister, Claudia, died. Donna was very young when it happened and her parents were unable to deal with the death of their child so they committed suicide together leaving Donna all alone."
"Oh my god, that's horrible."
"It was horrific. After they died she isolated herself and developed severe depression and anxiety. When she received the cadou, she took part of hers and put it into Angie and now primarily uses Angie to speak when she's around mixed company."
"Wait, so Donna is that chaotic?"
Alcina laughs and shakes her head.
"Gods no, Donna uses Angie to speak but the cadou granted Angie her own personality. Part of me believes some of the things Angie says are the thoughts Donna would never say out loud but that is just mere speculation."
"So how do you know when it's Donna talking or Angie?"
"Donna's voice comes through Angie."
"Oh, got it."
"Yes. So because of Donna's mental illness, she is more easily influenced by Miranda but since her and I have formed and alliance that influence has been fading."
"How about you and Karl?"
"Based on my mutation theory, I would be next given," Alcina gestures to her body. "and Miranda does have some influence over me, but not much. I have retained enough of my own cognitive abilities to not fall completely under her influence. There are times where I can feel her influence and if I so chose to I can ignore it. But the pull is there."
"Is it hard to ignore?"
"In the beginning it was, but now not so much."
"Can she tell when you ignore it?"
"Yes, but only because when I do, I am not doing what she wants so she knows her influence on me has failed. Whether she knows I consciously ignore her or not is still a mystery."
"So Karl has the highest affinity to the cadou?"
"As much as I loathe to admit it, yes. Which is also why I refuse to relay this theory to him because I would never hear the end of it. But he has no visible physical mutations, at least that I am aware of. And he hates Miranda more than any of us. He refuses to do anything she asks unless it directly benefits him and he has no desire for her acceptance or approval."
"Do you have any desire for her acceptance or approval?"
Alcina pauses for a moment and you look up at her. She has a faraway look in her eyes before she looks down at you and sighs.
"Truthfully? Yes." You feel the hairs on your arms raise at her answer. Not that you're completely surprised, but hearing her say it out loud makes it real, too real. "It's complicated. There is a part of me that yearns for her acceptance. There's a part of me that's willing to do nearly anything for her. I understand how ridiculous that may sound but after so many years of being under her rule, it's difficult to not want acceptance from the person who essentially created you. And since she rarely shows her approval of anyone the thought of being one of the few becomes almost addicting. She has done a lot for me. She saved my life, although it was under false pretenses. Still, I am still alive because of her. She gifted me the girls, gave me the castle, the vineyard, and the business so I had a way of supporting myself. She has done a lot for me, for my family. In a way in feel indebted to her for those things. But at the same time I hate her. I can't stand what she's done to me, how she's manipulated me and used me over the years." She tightens her grip around you as she thinks back on her past history with Miranda. "I despise how she treats my daughters poorly. I hate that after everything I do for her, after everything I've done, she still views me the same as the rest of them. It aggravates me to no end."
"So you hate her, but at the same time you want to be her favorite? You know that sounds crazy, right?"
Alcina chuckles and rolls her eyes at you.
"I said is was complex, draga."
"Complex is an understatement." You say with a laugh.
Alcina shakes her head and runs her fingers through your hair. An unsettling energy fills the room as the two of you think about tomorrow's meeting.
"Even though I feel that pull of her influence, even though I crave her acceptance, I will never let her hurt you. I don't want you to think for a moment that I won't do everything I possibly can to protect you, draga."
"I know." You say, cuddling into her more.
"Good. Now try and get some sleep draga mea. Tomorrow is going to be a long day."
Her fingers comb through your hair and you feel her nails scratching at your scalp. She holds you a little closer after pulling the duvet over the both of you.
Even though you're tired you can't seem to fall asleep. Anxiety begins to creep its was into your chest and you cling to Alcina a little tighter.
"Rest, draga. I can hear your heartbeat from a mile away."
"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous."
"So am I, but you need to sleep."
"I can't."
Alcina lays you on top of her, resting your head on her chest. One of her large hands scratches at your scalp as the other traces patterns across your back.
"Close your eyes, draga mea. I have you. I will protect you, I promise."
"I know you will. And I love you so much for that."
"I love you too."
Alcina starts singing, her fingers moving perfectly in time with the song and your eyes start to flutter shut. Even though you don't know what song it is since it's in Romanian, whatever she's singing is soothing and begins to lull you to sleep.
Alcina hears your breathing and heartrate settle and knows you finally drifted off. She finds herself having a hard time falling asleep - she's too anxious about tomorrow's meeting. But the soft sounds of your snores help her to relax and a little while later she dozes off into a restful sleep.
The following morning you wake up in the same exact position you fell asleep in; laying on top of Alcina with her arms wrapped tightly around you. Alcina feels you stir in her arms and brushes the hair away from your eyes.
"Good morning, draga mea." She says with a kiss to your head.
"Good morning." You say with a yawn as you stretch out on top of her and curl back up in her arms. "Did you stay here all night or did you get up to work and pull me back on top of you when you came back to bed?"
"No, draga." She says with a chuckle. "I stayed here all night with you."
You didn't say anything in response, just a light chuckle and then you nuzzled your face into her neck. Here in bed, in her arms, it was safe. You were safe. There wasn't a single part of either of you that wanted to get out of bed this morning. Neither of you wanting to leave the comfort and safety of each others embrace. The thought of starting the day made you a little anxious but after taking a deep breath and filling you nose with the scent of Alcina's skin and shampoo, your anxiety melted away and you relaxed into her.
"Can we stay here forever?" You asked as your lips brushed against her skin while your face was buried into her neck.
"I wish, draga mea. I wish." She sighed.
Reluctantly, the two of you finally got out of bed. The meeting was taking place in the chapel at the castle shortly after breakfast so both you and Alcina started getting yourselves ready for the day.
Alcina put on her usual floor-length cream dress, leather gloves, pearls, and her hat. The two of you decided that it was best that you wore the uniform that her handmaidens normally wear. She was sure that Miranda knew the relationship between the two of you was past the point of you just being her handmaid but in order to keep appearances up you both decided wearing the uniform was the way to go.
Once Alcina was finished fixing her hair and makeup the two of you headed down to the dining room for breakfast. Just as you were walking in the girls swarmed in and appeared in their seats.
"Good morning mother!" The girls said in unison.
"Good morning daughters." She said.
You could tell the girls wanted to ask how you and Alcina were feeling about the meeting but none of them dared to. They could tell Alcina was already on edge and they didn't want to make her worse. The nerves in your belly slowly but surely began to build as the time to leave creeped closer. Even though you weren't hungry you forced yourself to eat a decent meal because you knew you were going to need the energy.
Breakfast was quiet and the tension in the air steadily built as the time passed. Every so often you would look over at Alcina and every time you did you noticed she was further and further away mentally. You could tell that her mind was heavily focused on the meeting and that the newspaper in her hand was just a front. The only reason you knew that was because she stayed on the same page throughout the entire meal yet burned through at least four cigarettes. She looked as if she was rereading the same sentence over and over again as her mind wandered. By the time breakfast was over her eyebrows were so closely knit together they nearly became one.
When the girls finished eating they all kissed their mother on the cheek and wished her luck at the meeting. Daniela and Bela gave you a hug before they left and Cassandra punched you on the shoulder and mumbled "don't die." before swarming away.
As the girls left Zina entered the dining room.
"Pardon me, my Lady." She said to Alcina, whose eyes were back on the newspaper. "Lady Beneviento and Lord Moreau have arrived."
Alcina looked up and nodded before taking a sharp inhale and putting the paper down. She took one final drag of her cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray and downed the rest of her wine in one large gulp. Removing the napkin sitting on her lap, she carefully dabbed the corners of her lips and looked towards you and back to Zina.
"I made sure the chapel was stocked with extra wine. One bottle of sanguis virginis and the rest of your finest vintage, my Lady."
"Thank you Zina, your fine attention to detail never goes unnoticed."
"My pleasure, my Lady."
"Ready, draga?" Alcina asks you. You nod in response and she stands up. "We shall be off then."
As Alcina walks past Zina, Zina hands her her cigarette holder with a lit cigarette already sitting at the end. Alcina nods at Zina with a small smile and leaves. As you walk past Zina she stops you by putting her hand on your shoulder.
"Be careful." She whispers with a small squeeze before removing her hand and heading back towards the kitchen.
Alcina expertly guides you through the castle halls. Once you leave the main part of the castle you notice that the halls are less ornate. The smooth stone walls slowly turn more jagged and unkept and the cracks in the floor grow until the stones beneath your feet are uneven. You've never seen any part of the castle in such a state of despair before. Alcina doesn't say a word the entire time. The juxtaposition of her and your current surroundings is a fascinating one. Her steps are purposeful and she's as elegant as ever as she strides through her domain. Alcina is a woman of elegance, of nobility, she's a queen roaming the halls of her castle. Yet the current surroundings show evidence of disarray. The further down the hall you walk the worse it gets. Alcina would never let the main areas of the castle look like this. If a spec of dust is left behind she throws a fit. You wonder why she's allowed this area to fall apart so much, seemingly without care.
She leads you to a large door and turns towards you. As you finish taking in your surroundings you look up at her. There must have been a look of confusion on your face as you took in the crumbling walls around you because you hear Alcina sigh.
"As you know, I take pride in keeping my castle in top shape so I am sure the passageway has been rather out of the ordinary." You nod your head in response. "This side of the castle sustained extensive damage during the war and I was never able to properly conduct the repairs. The dilapidated state ended up keeping wandering maids away and it warded off unwanted visitors. It was far too much trouble to repair it and since it provided almost guaranteed privacy for these meetings I allowed it to remain in such a despicable state."
"Got it. That makes sense." You say with a small smile. Alcina returns the gesture but her smile doesn't reach her eyes.
She takes a deep breath and exhales. Her eyes stay on the floor and she looks like she is having trouble saying something.
"Are you okay?" You ask.
"Yes. I have something to ask of you, and I hate that I have to ask this of you."
"What is it?"
"In order to attempt to keep appearances up, I don't think it would be wise for you to," she pauses for a moment. "for you to call me Alcina during the meeting." She says quietly. Her eyes flick up to yours and they're filled with concern. "I know we are well past formalities but I'm worried about Miranda as it is and if she hears you call me by my given name, I fear it will make things worse."
Alcina starts to ramble a little and you take a step forward and reach out to grab her hand.
"Hey," you say, looking into her eyes. "I get it, it's okay. I promise."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, my Lady." You say with a smirk.
Alcina releases a breath that sounds like a sigh of relief and she cups your face with her hand.
"I truly don't know what I ever did in my life to deserve you, draga mea." She whispers.
The two of you share a moment as you gaze into each others eyes. Angie's cackle rings out on the other side of the door, effectively ruining the moment the two of you were having. Alcina closes her eyes and takes a grounding breath before adjusting her posture and putting her "countess" mask back on.
"Stay by my side and do not do anything unless I give you the okay. Understand?"
"Yes, my Lady."
She nods in approval and looks at the door and back to you.
"Shall we?" She asks.
You nod in response and she pulls a key out of the band around her hat. The door unlocks with a soft "click" and swings open. Alcina returns the key and she ducks under the doorframe, making her way into the chapel.
"Here goes nothing." You think to yourself before following behind her.
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Alcina x newborn daughter!reader (Paid commission request)
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Alcina has always exuded maternal warmth and comfort, even from a young age. She believes that being a mom is part of what she was put on this earth to do. When Miranda brought Bela, Cass, and Dani to the castle, Alcina watched them diligently and nursed them around the clock. The three immediately imprinted on her when they woke up, and Alcina was overjoyed to have three beautiful daughters to love.
The four of them lead happy lives in Castle Dimitrescu for decades. But recently, Alcina feels herself longing for something. She wants to be able to nurture even more. She wants to carry and bear a child. It’s a desire she has craved all throughout her human life, but was too sick to ever make a reality. But now, she has the cadou… She knows that she would be strong enough to sustain a baby. She’s certain that the girls would be tickled to have a new sibling to love as well. Alcina is soon obsessed with the idea.
However, there’s no way in hell she’s going to just sleep with some random, disgusting man-thing. Maybe… Mother Miranda could help? Considering all of the amazing things she has been able to achieve in terms of biology in the village… It really doesn’t seem like such a long shot that she may have a way to make this happen for Alcina in a more methodical way.
Alcina can’t wait to ask her mother about this and quickly sets out for Miranda’s cottage. Alcina all but barges in and pleads with Miranda to help her attain her wish.
Miranda’s eyes go wide at Alcina’s words as she explains. She certainly isn’t expecting this… But, then a thought hits her. “Hmm… I actually might be able to help with that, draga mea,” She says.
“Really?!” Alcina damn near squeals with joy.
The blonde looks at Alcina and giggles softly. It’s entertaining to see this side of her daughter. “Well, if prompted with the right hormones, your reproductive system should be able to create a more than adequate environment for a growing baby,” She grins. “In terms of the paternity of the baby, well, that can be taken care of during a simple procedure in my lab. No other contact would be needed between you and the donor,” She explains.
Alcina breathes out a sigh of relief at this.
“Once the insemination is done it should take. I have no doubt that your rapid regeneration will help you carry a little one easily,” Miranda says.
Alcina’s eyes begin to water. This is exactly what she was hoping for. She can’t believe she’ll soon be taking her first step toward making this happen. She hugs Miranda tightly. “You’re making my dream come true, mother. Thank you.”
It surprisingly doesn’t take long for all the preliminary tests and procedures Alcina needs to be completed. After everything she’s done… Now, she just has to wait to take a pregnancy test. That’s the hardest part.
A few weeks later, Alcina sees that pink plus sign… She bawls. She is over the moon.
She loves you already.
The castle has kind of become a madhouse as all four Dimitrescu women prepare for your arrival. Alcina has tons of help from the girls… Actually, maybe a little too much help. Whenever the three of them see her doing anything remotely strenuous, they lead her to sit down while they tend to her needs. As independent as Alcina is, and wants to remain that way throughout her pregnancy, she finds their overly protective behavior adorable. Her daughters just can’t wait to meet their new sibling and only want the best for you and her.
Alcina goes for a regular prenatal check-up with Miranda one day after she’s a few months along. Everything is going smoothly, but the blonde suddenly giggles and dons a playful grin as she conducts the ultrasound.
Alcina quirks her brows in confusion. “What is it, mother?”
Miranda turns to her daughter. “What are your thoughts on learning the sex of the baby? Would you like to keep it a secret or-”
“What, you know, mother?! TELL ME!!” Alcina gushes enthusiastically, too excited for her own good.
It’s actually rather sweet. Miranda has never seen her so giddy. She softly smiles, proud to be the one to tell her daughter the news. “It’s a girl, draga mea,” She reveals, knowing Alcina will be thrilled.
Needless to say, she is. Almost manic with exuberance, in fact, she cries on Miranda’s shoulder for nearly an hour after learning this information. A fourth daughter… Alcina is so fortunate. She already has so much love in her life, but you will add even more.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity of anticipation, you are born. Your tiny body flails as you let out your first cry. Miranda smiles happily and wipes you off before gently giving you to Alcina.
Alcina is sobbing as she looks at you. She is in love. You are beautiful and cherished beyond measure, even at only a few minutes old. Alcina is so ecstatic to be holding you at last. “Shh, shh, shh. Mommy’s here, Y/N,” She says as you wail and move your little arms and legs. She lies you down on her chest and covers you up with a blanket, gently running her fingers along your little back to soothe you. She leans down to place a soft kiss on your head. She revels in your new baby scent and loves how it is very similar to her own.
Miranda moves to kiss her daughter’s cheek and gently stroke some hair out of her face. “You did wonderfully, draga mea. I’m so proud of you. Y/N is adorable,” She says with a smile and looks down at you, rubbing your head with her finger.
Alcina beams at you. “Thank you, mother. I agree. She’s so precious,” She says.
Miranda smiles. “Y/N looks like she could use something to eat, draga mea. Would you like to feed her?” She asks.
Alcina quickly nods. “Yes, she’s so small. She needs to eat.”
Miranda kisses Alcina’s head once again and leaves to give you two some privacy.
Alcina looks down at you with the biggest smile. “Hello, my darling,” She coos and moves your head closer to her breast. She carefully guides her nipple into your mouth.
You struggle for a few moments before you realize what you’re supposed to do. You actually get the hang of it pretty fast, though.
Tears stream down Alcina’s face as you eat. She had been looking forward to this ever since she decided to have a baby. It’s one of the most intimate experiences she’s ever had.
“Good job, Y/N,” She praises. It feels so good to have you nurse. “You must be so hungry,” She says as she examines your adorable little face. She hums contentedly and begins to purr.
The sound and vibrations coming from Alcina immediately put you at ease. She’s already an expert on soothing her babies, so she knows what she’s doing… Not to brag or anything.
Eventually, you have had enough.
Alcina praises you. “Good job, baby,” She says. She gently situates you so that your head is on her shoulder and she slides a soft cloth under your face. She begins to pat your back and admires how perfectly you fit in her arms.
After a while, you softly burp (And spit up a bit).
“Oh, that’s okay, baby. That was perfect,” She reassures with a giggle at the shocked look on your little face.
Wow. Whatever she did? That made you feel a lot better. She’s good…
A little bit later on, Miranda brings the girls in so they can meet you. All three of them gather around you with curiosity and excitement, but their smiles are warm and welcoming.
Bela holds you first. She cradles you in her arms with the utmost tenderness. “Welcome, little sister,” She whispers with a grin, so calm and gentle for someone so imposing. “We’re going to take good care of you.”
Meanwhile, Cass lets you grab her finger. “Uh, oh. Looks like we’ve got a total killer on our hands. That’s a strong grip, darling,” Cass gently teases.
Dani is hardly able to contain herself. She buries her face in your hair and gives you lots of kisses. “We’ll have so much fun together, baby!” She promises.
Alcina’s eyes water as she watches how kind and careful the girls are with you. It warms her heart to see all of her babies together.
A week swiftly passes by and it’s already time for your first real bath. Alcina, as always, is a meticulous caregiver. She lovingly prepares the warm water, ensuring it is just the right temperature. She carefully undresses you and holds you securely as she washes your tiny body. It’s a moment of bonding for the two of you, and you coo up at her in delight, feeling the closeness of your mommy.
Alcina is so excited to do new things with you. It seems you’re reaching small milestones every day. She loves watching you get acclimated to the castle and your family.
Needless to say, you are spoiled rotten. You want for nothing and your mommy and sisters adore you more than anything.
Growing up as a Dimitrescu is a beautiful gift indeed.
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Hello Sunshine Masterlist
Summary: One day, at home you get a call from a woman that you hate. Suzanne Brewer. The moment you got the call that your husband was found dead, you immediately knew that she was bluffing.
You called up your friend Dani Miranda, and you knew why she told you. You have something, that she wants.
Secrets and your job as a former agent/assassin comes to life.
Lloyd Hansen x Y/N Hansen
With appearances by: Dani Miranda, Suzanne Brewer and brief mentions of Denny Carmichael.
Warnings: smut, (reader and Lloyd are horn balls) torture, guns, violence, and blood.
If any of these disturb you or make you uncomfortable then please walk away.
Prologue
Part: One
Part. Two
Part. Three
Part. Four
Part. Five (The Finale)
Epilogue
(Coming Soon)
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Seven
(Donna Beneviento x fem!reader)
*image creds to the owner
Word count: 1040
This story is a bit angsty, I made it thinking in the song Seven by Taylor Swift and there's the idea of The Lakes by Taylor Swift, which is running away together. This story is Donna telling about this girl that was in her life ever since she was born until 14 years old. It's a short story, I tried to make this sweet since there isn't a "happy" ending. Anyway, I hope you like it💜
ps: the songs audios are at the end
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Donna didn't usually receive guests in her house but Alcina called the day before to ask if she could watch over her daughters during the morning as she had business with Mother Miranda. Any other time the girls would stay home alone, but the last time it happened they "accidentally" murdered six maids.
Therefore, Donna trusted Angie to look over them while the dollmaker finished her latest project. It was all going well, her work would only take thirty minutes and there hasn't been any major crashing. However, once she was done and went upstairs, the sisters were looking over a box while Angie stood by the door seeming downcast.
When the Lady made herself known, excuses and attempts to hide the box filled the room, but one sigh made them settle down and wait for her to speak.
Donna took a deep breath and quietly sat beside the girls. "Where did you find this?"
They looked between each other with Bella coming forward to speak. "We were playing hide and seek, Dani found it."
The lady turned to Daniela, expecting an explanation.
"I was curious, I thought it would be fabric or something…sorry."
Donna took a deep breath before picking one of the photos inside. "I assume you have questions."
They all quickly nodded, making the dollmaker chuckle.
"It's a bit of a long story but I'll try to shorten it."
Summer 1943
Your family was friends with the Beneviento's long before you were born, so it only made sense for you to know the sisters Bernadette and Donna.
At the age of 7, you were best friends with Donna, doing constant sleepovers and having adventures around the woods. In one of said adventures, you tried climbing a tree to pick a flower for Donna, but as it happens with children, you fell.
The other girl rushed to your side, worried since you face palmed the ground. However, instead of crying, you just lifted your head and gave her a cheeky grin. "I think I broke a tooth." You said, opening your mouth to show her. Donna just laughed and hit your shoulder before pulling you up and going back home to fix your small wounds.
Summer was particularly hot during that year, therefore both of your parents would take you to the lake. It was a happy time, you and Donna would always play either pirates or explorers. Sometimes Bernadette would play along, but most of the time she was with her parents, Donna didn't truly mind, she had you.
Winter 1950
You were sitting in the closet with Donna laying on you. Her father was fighting with her mother, something that became quite usual ever since Bernadette passed away. Your parents didn't want you to visit anymore, but you came up with an urgent excuse to see your friend.
You were holding Donna and humming while waiting for the fight to end.
"Why are they still fighting?" Donna asked, holding your arms tighter.
"Well, I think your house is haunted. I mean, your dad is always mad so that must be why." You answered.
"Yeah, you're probably right." She said, sniffing a bit.
"You can come live with me. We can become pirates and travel all around the world, all the way to India. What do you think?"
"That would be nice…Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Would you sing for me?"
"Always. Any requests?"
"Something…dreamy."
"Okay."
"I want auroras and sad prose
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
'Cause I haven't moved in years
And I want you right here
A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
With no one around to tweet it
While I bathe in cliffside pools
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief
Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off, but not without my muse
No, not without you"
Once the song ended, Donna turned around and hugged you. "Promise to never leave me."
You smiled and hugged her back just as tightly. "I promise, I'll never go anywhere without you."
You held her all night, you listened to her stories about the day, you sang for her when the fighting got too loud, you even made bad jokes.
You were Donna's sanity, you stood by her even when her parents died, never letting go of her hand.
But sadly, you were also the reason for to not initially accept Mother Miranda's gift.
Present time
Donna sighed as she finished the story the best she could."I can't exactly recall her face anymore, it has been twenty years, but at least now the story can pass on." Angie had already moved to her lap to offer comfort. The dollmaker pointed to the box's contents before speaking again. "These are gifts she gave me, everytime we explored she made sure to make me a flower crown or string rings. She was one of a kind."
Cassandra was fidgeting her fingers before asking. "What happened to her?"
Donna exhaled shallowly. "Her parents left the village. She didn't know they were leaving or she would've told me…at least I like to think so. I've never seen her again."
Dani gave her a sad look. "I'm sorry."
The lady nodded. "It's okay."
"We can find her…if you want to." Bella asked.
Donna slowly shook her head. "Some things are best to not know."
Cass tilted her head in confusion. "But…don't you want to know if she's alive, maybe Mother Miranda can make her like us."
The dollmaker sighed. "I'm sure, let's just leave this be."
The girls nodded and helped her place the box where it was. Soon enough it was time for them to leave.
Donna was okay, it wasn't rare the times she got caught in her memories, so the lady simply went to bed, hoping for the day to end.
The girls…well…they never promised anything. So the first thing they did once encountering their mother was to tell the whole story, after all, what harm could it do.
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In your dreams, f*cker
Title: In your dreams, f*cker
Prompt filled for @writersmonth – Day: 20 - word: jealous
Square filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Free Space
Rating: Mature
Summary: You just hate Lloyd Hansen.
Pairing: Llyod Hansen x fem!Reader
Warnings: language, be aware that I’m not writing canon for Lloyd, tension, stupid pet names, love-hate relationship, secrets, implied smut, Lloyd being himself
A/N: Just a short story to get into writing for Lloyd. Maybe there will be a second part.
Words: 900
Divider by @firefly-graphics
“Why him?” you watch the nightmare of every CIA agent waltz into the conference room. “We’ve got the Sierra agents, Fitzroy. We don’t need that man. He’s losing control all the time. That man is a ticking bomb.”
“He’s useful and effective,” Carmichael tries to defend his decision to involve Lloyd fucking Hansen. “His resources and intel are the best. Now stop wasting our time. We’ve got more important things to talk about than you dislike one of our mercenaries.”
“Lloyd Hansen is an egocentric sociopath. I don’t care that he’s your special asset for undertaking your undercover missions. We can’t waste more CIA resources on him and his attitude.
“Don’t call me an asset,” Lloyd strolls toward your seat, giving you a stern look, “it’s an asshole word. So,” he claps his hand, “who’s up for some new information on our little escapist?”
“Bite me,” you bite back. “I don’t care what you got for us. We both know you only get information out of people using torture.”
“I’d bite you with pleasure, pumpkin,” he grins down at you, making you angrily ball your hands into fists. “Just not right now. This would be inappropriate, don’t you think.”
“Me ripping that stupid pornstache off your face would be much more inappropriate, don’t you think,” you mimic his tone. “You better get out of my face.”
“You better get that stick out of your tight ass,” you scrunch up your nose at his crudeness. “Or let me put something better inside.”
“Would you mind sitting down?” Fitzroy clears his throat. “We should get back to the topic. I really can’t handle more of this.” He points between you and Lloyd. “Mr. Hansen, if you would give us the information you gathered.”
“He’s such an ass,” Dani whispers in your ear as Lloyd finally plops down next to you. “Why do we even pay him? He’s nothing but a psychopath with polished shoes.”
“But my ass is iconic, pumpkin,” Lloyd grins. “And Y/N was right. I’m a sociopath. That’s a difference.”
“We will all agree, that the information Hansen gave us was useful,” Dani rolls her eyes at Carmichael’s words. “He earned his place among us. Am I right, special agent Y/L/N.”
“If you say so, Sir,” you try to act professional around Carmichael. All you want is getting out of the conference room and go home without getting yourself into trouble. “Time will tell if he’s worth the money you pay him.”
You slowly get up from your seat to grab your jacket and bag while Dani tries not to roll her eyes again. She bites her tongue and tries to swallow the bile rise in her throat.
“Aw, pumpkin,” Lloyd stands behind you to whisper in your ear, “I’m worth every single dollar they pay me and more. You should try to be a little nicer to me. I’ll stick around to keep a close eye on your cute ass from now on.”
“Whatever,” you ram your elbow into his stomach, making him groan. “I don’t do guys in white pants wearing shoes without socks.”
“I will change your mind, Y/N,” he purrs, lips almost touching your ear. “If you ever go on a ride with Lloyd Hansen, you will never want another man.”
“In your dreams, fucker.”
“Your loss, agent,” Lloyd sneers as you shoulder him aside to walk toward the door. “You are missing out on a grand prime-“
“This is sexual harassment, Mr. Hansen,” Dani quips. “Go ahead and I’ll tell Fitzroy about it. You may be best buddies with Carmichael, but we won’t let you harass one of our agents.”
“Aw, do you want to crawl my balls, agent Miranda?” he dips his head to give Dani a lopsided grin. “Get in line, sunshine. I have set my eyes on agent Y/L/N. After I’m done with her, you can get a taste of me…”
“I’ll pass.”
“Hello, cupcake,” Lloyd lazily props his feet on your coffee table. “Did you miss me?”
“How did you get in here?” you aim your gun at Lloyd’s head. “I asked you a question, Mr. Hansen.” You unlock the gun.
“I have missed you,” he shrugs, still not moving a muscle as you point the gun at his crotch. “It’s been almost a month since I last saw you, my sexy pumpkin.”
“Well, Carmichael tries to keep me away from any mission involving your ass,” you kick against his feet. “Feet off my table. Now tell me what you want here, Lloyd. I’m not in the mood for one of your stupid games.”
“How about you come here and sit on my lap,” he grins while patting his thigh. You drop your eyes to his thigh, licking your lips. “You know how much you love to ride me…any part of me, pumpkin. Don’t get all shy on me now.”
“This is the last time,” you secure your gun and place it on the table. “If you ever tell anyone about whatever we are doing, you are dead.”
Lloyd leans back on the couch to watch you slowly take your dress off. He hums as he brushes his thumb over his stache. “Leave the heels on, pumpkin. I want you to ride me with your shoes on.”
“You’re a fucking pervert. Just you know, I hate that pornstache and you so much. If only your dick wasn’t so good...”
“And you are a jealous and possessive bitch,” he smirks when you shimmy out of your panties. “Now come here and get what’s yours…” Lloyd crooks his finger, knowing all too well that you will be a begging mess in a few moments...
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Quick PSA
As a heads up, my master list, will be deleted in the next week or so. the one I have now is helpful, but it's messy, I don't like it.
So, there will be a new one. If you saved it, I may tag you in a new post letting you know that the new one is up. But only those who have it saved as of 9/18/22 Also, my tag list is still open :)
P.S, there will be new HCs and Drabbles to introduce new characters. And a full length Sierra Six Imagine following the events of "A Series of Gentle Touches", real soon, and day now really.
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His Sunshine, Chapter 4
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: threats of knife violence, mentions of a knife, angst, threats.
1 year ago
“Sierra eight…”
“Don’t call me that,” I growled, glaring at one of the other agents. The man rolled his eyes, and I sat back in my chair. He chuckled and lifted his phone, no doubt in an effort to annoy me as he mocked me for telling him not to call me by the stupid codename the agency had given me. I glared at the older man, “I’m serious…don’t call me that.”
“It’s your name,” he said as though it were the most obvious thing ever. I frowned, and continued to glare at him. He rolled his eyes, “you’re being dramatic. You’re an agent, just like everyone else that’s around. You may be a snot-nosed kid, bu-“
“No,” I seethed, pushing away from my spot at the table, “it’s not. My name is Sunshine Dawson…I’m from a small town on the other side of the country, and it’s my eighteenth birthday. I’m not just some kid. My parents are dead because of you and the organization.”
“Your parents are dead because of Lloyd Hansen, Sierra Eight!” he said forcefully, “your parents are dead because they never adhered to the rules and gave you your proper training. Had they turned you over when they were supposed to, they might have still been alive.”
“Stop calling me that!”
He turned his attention away from me, and back to his computer, opening it up, “well it’s your codename, whether you want it to be or not. And you are part of the organization as well. Six made sure you were accepted and trained properly…you should be grateful that he put in the effort. That he undid all of the things your pare-“
“Hold your tongue!” I hissed, spinning so that I was facing him once again. I’d slammed shut his laptop and swiped my hand across the space so that it flew to the ground. With that as a distraction, I let my dagger catch him just below his throat, “or I’ll make sure you don’t finish any more sentences.”
“Eight.”
“My name…is Sunny.”
“Do it!” he taunted, a sick smile on his face as he leaned forward against the blade, “go ahead…see how much the agency cares about you when you kill one of your own. Six wouldn’t even be able to protect you. And you’ll just be some scared little girl.”
“You are not one of mine,” I hissed, pointing my blade’s tip a little more into his throat. He flinched, but the blade still hadn’t pierced his skin, “none of you are. Not six. Not Dani. The only one that mat-“
“What?” he scoffed, cutting me off, “are you going to say that the only one that matters is your precious little soulmate? The one that gave up trying to find you? Think about it, eight, you’ve been here since Prague. He hasn’t found you. It’s because he got bored and stopped looking. You don’t matter to him.”
“You don’t get to talk about him.”
He smirked, “there’s a reason you’re running from it, eight.”
“EIGHT!”
I looked behind myself and saw Dani, a stern look in her eye.
“She’s losing it, Miranda!” the man grunted as I removed my blade from his throat. His hand went up to it and rubbed at the tender flesh. I pocketed my dagger and turned to face her, “you think six will be able to keep her in line? All she does is whine about the agency…gripe about her little psyho soulmate. I don’t understand why we have to keep wasting resources on her. He gave up even looking for her.”
“What did I just say?” I growled, my attention turning back to him.
“Eight…enough.”
“Where’s six?”
“He’s on a mission…he’s tracking a rogue from the agency.”
“That’s what we do to the ones who abandon their calling,” the man taunted, shooting me another look, “want six to come and hunt you down?”
“Shut up, Avery!” Miranda growled, “go downstairs and keep watch…I’ll be in here with her.”
“Keep watch on what?” he growled in response, “there’s been no movement in the building for days…I think we’re on a cold trail. You need to turn over the information so that we can get out of this stupid town.”
“Well thankfully, the agency doesn’t pay you to think, Avery. Now go watch the bar across the street. Our intel says that w-“
“Our intel is bullshit and you know it,” he groaned, “six is on the real trail.”
“Well until four is caught, we follow every lead possible,” she hissed, pushing him to the door, “now go.”
She waited until he finally obeyed her orders. He slammed the door hard behind himself. It took her a moment before she finally looked at me, “are you okay, Sunny?”
I shot her a look before heading to the coffee pot, “I’m still not talking to you or six.”
“He’s sad that he couldn’t be here…but he knew you’d understand,” she said quickly, ringing her hands, “h-he wouldn’t have missed your birthday if he didn’t have to.”
“I don’t give a damn, Dani…” I shrugged, “I don’t give a damn about any of it. It all stopped mattering last year.”
“Well, that’s not true.”
I looked back at her. The rage built in my stomach, and I turned away, grabbing at my cellphone and wallet, “I’m going out.”
“You don’t need to leave.”
“We need groceries,” I lied, shrugging my shoulders at her, “we ran out last night…”
“Eight…”
“Don’t worry, Miranda….I’ll be coming back,” I sighed, looking away from her, “I know running never works…you two jackals always find me…”
“You belong to the agency, eight…”
“I belonged to Lloyd first.”
I didn’t miss the pained look she gave me as I passed her. Nor did I miss the opportunity to slam the door just a little harder than necessary as I left.
“I’ll give him that…you are a cute little thing.”
I snapped, turning around to come face to face with a woman that was older than myself. I felt myself going on the defensive, recognizing her from the photo that I’d seen before where she was clinging to Lloyd, clad in a white dress. My breath caught in my throat and my heart began to ache; jealous of the position that she’d found herself in, while I was the one that was left alone.
“Suzanne.”
She smiled, “so you aren’t completely in the dark…you know who I am? What I am?”
“Where’s Lloyd?”
“He’s…preoccupied…I came to you because I followed a lead down one path…and he followed it down the other.”
“Six…”
“I don’t think he would have ever imagined that Court Gentry would leave you with anyone…not after what had happened with your parents…and especially not after the mishap in Prague,” she laughed, “he’s off stalking him like some pathetic schoolboy…”
“And you’re here.”
My mind raced. I scanned the room, thinking of the ways to escape. Of ways to injure her and protect myself.
“I’m not here to fight you…” My eyes shot to hers, and she gave me a look, “I’m not some animal…really Sunshine…what do you think of me?”
“I don’t,” I said simply, “everyone is a threat until proven otherwise…it’s how I stay alive…you’re my soulmate’s wife…you came to find me…I would think that you want to harm me.”
“I want you to disappear.”
“I’ve been pretty good at staying off his radar.”
She smirked, “well try harder…he made a mistake this time…and if I know my husband…he won’t make it again…I can’t personally kill you myself, because I know that he would have more than just suspicions. But I can tell you to stay the fuck away.”
She took a step towards me, and instinctively I reached for my knife. But she only giggled, swatting her hand playfully in my direction, “oh…he’ll be unhappy if he finds that you made it into the program…you were his sweet, innocent little part of the world…his little perfect ray of sunshine.”
“You sound jealous, Suzanne.”
“I sound careful!” she reminded me, “he’s my husband. I’ve been married to him long enough to make the demand that you stay away.”
“If you haven’t been paying attention, let me remind you that is what I’ve been doing…”
“So, I’ll tell you again…try harder…” she said in a little firmer tone, “because if I have to come find you…again…it will be a much…angrier conversation…and I don’t care how much training the agency gave you…I’ve been doing it longer…”
My breath caught in my throat, “y-you’re an agent?”
“A long time ago…in a land far away,” she said dreamily, “I was almost as innocent as you…don’t let my husband find you, Sierra eight. Because you won’t like me when I’m actually coming after you.”
“You can’t kill me,” I reminded her. There was a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t quite shake, but she only smiled, “you said it yourself, you can’t kill me.”
“I said that I couldn’t personally kill you,” she replied, an even gentler reminder, “but Lloyd does have a whole army of men at his disposal…and none of them know about you. He wanted you to be his little secret, Sunny…which means that they wouldn’t know who you were until after your blood has already drained from you. Stay. Away.”
Chapter 5
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Promises
Mommy! Lady Dimitrescu x Little! Reader
Warning(s): Age regression, angst, yelling, fluff in the next part.
a/n: This will be in two parts. I had fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoy.
Summary:
What happens when Alcina runs out of promises?
Y/N’s pov
I wake up to a cold empty bed. Where’s my mommy? I pull off the covers and grab (your favorite stuffie). I hold them close to my chest as I go around looking for her. “Mommy” I call softly. I hear the padding of my feet as I walk down the long hallway. I per into one of the rooms. “Mommy? Are u in here” I ask but she’s not there. I eventually find her in her study. I walk up to her. “Mommy” I call her name. She looks up at me and smiles. “What are you doing up little one” she asks. “ I woke up an chu not dere” I say quietly. “Mommy has work I need to do” she sighs. “ I know mommy I just wan chu” I say. She sighs before getting up. “Come on little one. Back to bed” she says holding her hand out. I hold her hand and cling to her side. She walks me back to the room and lays me down.
“Alright little one. No more getting up okay” she asks. “I jus wan chu sweeps wit me” I say. “I won’t go anywhere I’ll be here” mommy says. I cuddle into her and start drifting when she starts playing with my hair. I wake up in the morning to no mommy. I thought she was going to stay with me. I got up from the bed with my stuffie. I walk straight to her study and see her doing more work and I pout. I walk in and go straight up to her. “Hi mommy “ I say softly. “Not right now, I’m busy” she says going through papers. “But mommy, I hungy. An I wan chu” I say even softer. “Mommy’s really busy right now. Have the maids make you something. “Okay mommy. Can chu pway water” I ask her. “Yeah, whatever. Just let me work” she says.
I walk out and down the hallway. I walk into the kitchen. And she Bela messing with one of the maids. She turns her head to me and smiles. “Hey there little one” she says softly and flies over to me. “How’s my favorite little bug” she asks putting hair behind my ear. “Gud I jus hungy” I replied. “We’ll have to fix that yeah?” She says turning to the maid. “ chocolate pancakes and strawberries will do” she orders the maid. She turns to me and smiles. “ why don’t you hang out with mom” she asks. “She busy so I cant” I say a little quiet. “Oh sorry bug. I bet Dani can play” she suggests. I nod and turn around. I walk to Dani’s door. “Dani” I call softly. The door opens and Dani instantly smiles. “Hey there pup” she says sweetly. “Cans we pway “ I ask. “Of course! Come in” she exclaimed.
After a while the maid comes in with the food. “Tank chu” I say loudly at the maid. “Of course” she says smiling. I eat all of it and continue playing before I start getting sleepy. “Hey, you sleepy little one” Dani asks. I nod as I rub my eyes. “Go tell mom, so she can put you down” she says. I walk back to the study and walk up to mommy. “ Mommy, I sweepy” I say yawning. “ okay, I’ll be there in a second” she says not looking up at me. I nod and walk into the room and plop down on the bed. I wait there for a while before I get up and go back to her. “Mommy” I ask. “Mommy pease I sweepy” I say. She sighs harshly before getting up and walking past me. I run to catch up with her. She gets me ready for a nap in a hurry. As soon as I am tucked in she heads for the door. “Mommy? I fought chu gon stay wit me” I ask. “Mommy has work to do. Mother Miranda Needs mommy to do something’s for her.” She replies.
“Okie. Can we pway after I wakes up” I ask her and she nods before shutting the door. I lay down excited to play since she hasn’t for a while. I fall asleep pretty easily. I wake up a couple hours later and excitedly getting up. I go straight to the study. “Mommy!!! Are chu weady to pway” I say excitedly and jumping up and down.”not right now Y/N” she says. “But mommy you promised” I whine and keep asking her to play with me. “Y/N” she says firmly and I stop jumping. “I need you to stop coming in here. I said I was working do you not understand simple words” she says harshly. I feel tears pooling in my eyes. “Um…yeah” I was quietly. “Then why can you not listen to simple instructions and not bother me” she says raising her voice. “I-I’m sowwy mommy” I say almost at a whisper. “Excuse me “ she asks harshly. “I just said sowwy” I say with my lip quivering. “Do not have attitude with me “ she says grabbing my arm. She pulls me into the hallway and I fall on the floor crying. “Now leave me be” she says and slams the door. Tears are streaming down my face. Why was mommy being so mean? I knew I didn’t want to be around her. I wanted auntie Donna.
I run to the room sobbing. I grab one of my bags and put a stuffie and my favorite snack and sippy cup with water. I put my shoes and jacket on and walk out the door. I use a map I found to find Donna’s house. I get lost and Duke comes to my rescue. “Ah Y/N, what are you don’t out here all alone” he asks. “Mommy was be mean I wan see auntie Donna. “ well she lives in that direction “ he says pointing to a gate. “Tank chu duke” I say walking the direction of the gate. “Anytime” he exclaims. I walk down a pathway through the forest. I hear something moving in the bushes. Scared, I start running and eventually get to auntie Donna’s house. I run up to the door and knock repeatedly with tears streaming down my face. The door opens and it’s Angie.
“Y/N! Have you come come to play? Where’s the tall one” she asks. “I ran away” I reply. She lets me in and I walk in the door. Donna comes down the stairs. “Y/N what are you doing here” she asks coming up to me. She notices my tears and rushes up to me. “What happened little one” she asks sweetly. “Mommy no wan pway! She keeps ignoring me and she yelled at me because I bother her” I explain sobbing. “Oh honey” she says hugging me. “Oh jeez, you’re freezing” she exclaims. “Come on little one let’s get you warm” she says softly. She wraps me in blankets on her couch and brings me hot chocolate. “There you go baby. All warm now” she says softly. “Can I has cuddles” I ask and she smiles. “Come here love” she says with her arms out. I climb into her arms and cuddle into her. After a bit I feel myself falling asleep. She strokes my hair to help me fall asleep and I eventually fall into a peaceful sleep.
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BloodRedOcean Masterlist
All of my works, finished and unfinished, compiled in one place for easy navigation! I am also now taking requests, the guidelines are at the bottom of the masterlist. Enjoy!
Larger Works (AO3)
Desires of Dimitrescu (Resident Evil, F/F, Alcina/Reader) - updated every weekend. First Chapter | Current Chapter
Not Your Typical Love Story (Dead by Daylight, F/F, Anna/Reader) - now updated every two weeks. First Chapter | Current Chapter
You're A Murderer (I Can't Stay Away) (Dead By Daylight, F/F, Sally/Amanda) - on hiatus. First Chapter |
Smaller Works (Tumblr)
The Things We Do For Love (Resident Evil, F/F, Alcina/Reader) - updated sporadically. Part One | Part Two | TBC
New Year at the Castle (Resident Evil, F/F, Alcina/Reader) - Here!
Completed Works
Fem!Sal x Reader (Resident Evil) - Here!
Small Thief (Resident Lover, Miranda x Reader) - Here!
Unpublished & Upcoming Works
The Penthouse (Resident Evil, F/F, Alcina/Reader) - in progress, to be published on AO3.
Untitled Resident Evil Sitcom Fic - to be published on AO3.
Untitled Miranda Smut (Resident Lover, F/F, Miranda/Reader) - to be published on Tumblr.
Untitled Post-Cassandra Cult Ending Angst (Resident Lover) - to be published on Tumblr.
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I mainly write lesbian and nonbinary characters and relationships, however I am open to writing about straight and gay/mlm relationships and characters as well. The characters/franchises I currently write for are as follows (this is a regularly updated list):
Dead By Daylight
- Huntress
- Nurse
- Pig
- Artist
- Skull Merchant
- Plague
- Any survivor
Resident Evil
- Any character from Resident Evil Village
- Jill Valentine
- Claire Redfield
- Leon Kennedy
Resident Lover
- Anybody
- Literally anybody
Wednesday
- Wednesday Addams
- Enid Sinclair
- Larissa Weems (currently rewatching Wednesday to get a proper feel for her character)
Haunting of Bly Manor
- Dani Clayton
- Jamie Taylor
- Hannah Grose
If there is somebody you want me to write about who is not on this list, tell me who they are and I'll do my research! I can and will also write about OCs if I'm given a comprehensive description of said OC. Please feel free to send me requests! I love it!
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