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Two Weeks Notice - Day Eight

~With the world practicing self-isolation, Y/N and Dean break all the rules of social distancing and common decency as they explore an empty bunker and use the time alone to their playful advantage…~

Dean x Reader

3,575 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Toy Play. Edging. Remote Control Vibe. Dom!Dean. Sir!Kink. Sex in an uncomfortable place (not the back of a volkswagen).

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Y/N stood at the side of the bed and checked the time on her phone again, deciding enough was enough.

Very slowly, she slid into bed beside Dean and curled up next to him, tucking her knees and hands against her chest. She was careful not to touch him, not wanting him to wake just yet. She stared for a while, like she loved to do, attempting for the thousandth time to count every freckle on his sleeping face. She never made it past thirty before he either woke to disrupt her or she got so distracted by his beauty that she lay into kissing him instead.

She interrupted herself this time, too excited not to rouse him. With the tip of her index finger, Y/N softly traced the line of his nose from bridge to tip and then again as she whispered his name.

“Dean…”

He wriggled his nose and huffed. “I’m asleep.”

She laughed under her breath and ran her finger over his nose again. “Time to get up.”

He groaned and jerked his head to the side, trying to swat her away. “You promised me a nap.”

“And nap you did. It’s nearly three. Get up.” She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. She meant to hop out of bed immediately after, but Dean’s reflexes were quick, and he grabbed her arm, yanking her down for a proper kiss.

His arm locked her to him, clamping down and around the small of her back like a gate closing. He moaned into her mouth, leisurely licking at her gasping lips, and Y/N felt the stir of desire ready to distract her fully.

“Nope!” She pushed him back and sat up, quickly shaking off the shiver of need.

Dean popped up as well. “Excuse me?” His forehead creased adorably as he questioned her departure.

Y/N crossed her arms. “I have plans for today.”

Dean groaned and fell back against his pillow. “You always have plans.”

Offended, Y/N pushed at his nearest shoulder and damn near rolled him out of bed. “We can stop anytime you want. Just sit here and stare at the walls for another week.”

Dean sighed. “Fine.”

“Don’t fucking sigh at fucking. What’s wrong with you, old man?”

He half turned, glaring over his shoulder at her.

“Stop being grumpy and go get the blue box from under my bed.”

“You get it.”

Y/N swiftly removed her shirt and tossed it in his face. “You get it.”

Dean rubbed a tired hand down his face and sat up, swinging his feet over the side of the bed. “Why do you need your photos now?”

“Photos are in the green box,” she corrected. “I want the blue box. It’s towards the headboard next to the hatchet.”

He paused, hand on the doorknob. “Why do you have a hatchet under your bed?”

Y/N shrugged and settled into the pillows. “Grimes Protocol.”

Dean laughed and shook his head as he stepped into the hallway. “The Walking Dead isn’t real, Y/N!”

Grinning, she shimmied out of her panties. “You don’t know what this Corona-thing is gonna do! I’d rather be safe than dead!”

Her room wasn’t very far and even if it was, with the empty hallway, it was easy enough to talk through the space between. His voice was a little muffled by the distance, but Y/N could just picture his face.

“Holy crap!”

“Pick one!”

“What do you mean pick one?”

Y/N sat up and pushed her voice towards the open door. “I mean, pick one and get back here with it!”

“Can I pick two?”

She chewed her lip for a moment. She knew what was in the box and would not be opposed to him using more than one at a time. Not at all.

Before she could reply, Dean yelled, “Hey, what’s this pink squiggly thing?”

Her eyes lit up and her nipples hardened with excitement. “Bring it!”

The ‘pink squiggly thing’ was an internal, remote controlled vibrator, and one of Y/N’s favorite toys. Dean was a little annoyed that she had never shared the contents of her toy box with him, and thus decided to use the remote control app to his advantage, in a little game that he was making up as he was going along.

For the rest of the day, Y/N was to wear the toy, and only the toy, as she went about her usual routine. There were plenty of chores to be done around the Bunker, and Y/N was going to do them all while Dean did whatever he wanted. The catch was simple: whenever she got buzzed, she would fall to her knees and crawl to wherever Dean was and service him in any way he chose. It was only fair.

After all, she had disturbed his nap.

There was something intensely erotic about walking around the Bunker naked. Dean had been nice enough to let her wear socks, as the floors were always cold, but the rest of her was completely bare, on display for the ghosts that haunted the tiles.

Of course, there weren’t really any ghosts, but as she walked down the halls, she imagined the Men of Letters of old gasping and clutching their hearts as they saw her defiling their sacred underground lair. Oh, how they’d lose their minds.

With a proud smile, she shook her hips a little more as she carried the laundry basket to the machine. Even under quarantine, socks must be washed.

As she set the basket down in front of the washer, she felt a wave of vibration deep inside her cunt. Her body stiffened and her muscles squeezed against it, momentarily blocking any brain function as the pleasure took her by surprise. When she could think, she immediately dropped to her knees on the cold tile and turned, ready to crawl to her newly appointed master.

Dean wasn’t far, leaning in the doorway with a smirk on his lips and his phone in hand. He swiped his finger across the app and the vibration intensified, making Y/N shiver as she crossed the room to sit at his feet.

“Very good!” he praised, resisting the urge to reach down and pat her head like a dog. He knew she liked to be degraded, but that would probably have earned him a hard flick in the nuts.

Y/N licked her lips and sat back on her heels, clenching her thighs as the buzzer kept doing its job. She looked up and smiled, waiting. “How may I service you, Dean?”

He hummed and dropped the intensity. “Dean,” he echoed. “Sounds so... informal.”

She bit back a smirk. “I’m sorry.” Clearing her throat and squeezing her tits together, she tried again. How may I service you, Mr. Winchester?”

“Better,” he said with a shrug, tapping his screen to make the buzzing pulse at a steady pace. “But...let’s try… Sir. I think I’d like to hear that.”

Y/N closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure overtook her momentarily. She’d been wanting to call him that forever, that and more, but it was an awkward conversation. However, if they were already playing, and he was offering…

“Yes, Sir,” she cooed, looking up at him and batting her eyes. “How may I service you?”

A smile broke out across his face. “Oh, I like the sound of that.” He cocked his head and looked her over, deciding where to start. “Why don’t you rub those pretty tits for me? I want to see how hard your nipples can get.”

Y/N bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Both hands cupped her breasts and she bounced them for him, watching as his eyes widened with delight. A few twists and tugs on her nipples had them standing tall and each tweak made her shoulders twitch.

When her breath began to get heavy and her eyes refused to open, Dean turned off the app and her vibrator and shoved his phone in his back pocket. “That’s all for now. Get back to work.”

Y/N’s eyes were huge as he spun on his heel and walked away, shocked that he was actually leaving her like that. “Fuck,” she whispered to herself as she climbed to her feet. “It’s gonna be a long day.”

Dean was in the Library when Y/N walked in with her duster. She and Sam had a routine worked out where she knocked the dust onto the floor and he mopped it up. Seemed sort of silly for her to be reaching up so high when he was so tall already, but she figured the boys liked watching her climb and stretch and bend.

Dean was certainly appreciating it now. He pretended to read a book, something he had grabbed from the shelf without looking at the spine as he jumped into the armchair to beat her into the room, but his eyes were glued to Y/N’s bare ass as she fluttered around the room, cleaning.

As she dusted, she hummed to herself. It was a sweet familiar melody, something that Dean felt had a Disney ring to it. He smiled and gave up the ruse, closing the book in his lap and resting his chin in his hand, elbow on the arm of the chair.

Her nakedness stood out starkly against the stacks of books; she looked like a faerie floating about, whipping away dust with her feathery wings.

“So this is love...do do do do... so this is love…” Y/N made her way through the Library, flicking away every drop of dust and totally ignoring Dean. She could feel his eyes on her body, following wherever she went, but she kept her mind on her task. When she felt that she’d done enough, she looked around, hands on her naked hips, and nodded. “Very nice.”

Another swoosh of feathers against the nearest shelf and she took off, heading into the next room. As her foot hit the bottom stop, her vibrating bat signal went off.

Taken so by surprise, the feather duster fell from her hand like an angel falling from heaven. “Oh my…” She moaned at the violent pulsing against her g-spot and sank to her knees, slowly turning towards Dean.

His eyes were dark and mischievous as he controlled the toy, thumb sliding back and forth across the screen, mucking with the intensity and speed of the vibrations. With his free hand, he crooked a finger at her and puckered his lips, calling to her with two quick air kisses. “Here, kitty, kitty.”

Y/N crawled to him, hands and knees flat on the polished floor, bare ass high and open for any eyes that would have a week ago been passing by. She shivered at the thought and bit her lip, holding in a tiny moan of weakness as Dean drove the toy to its highest setting.

As she grew closer, he let her stimulation ebb, slowly subsiding to a light and steady wave. She sank down further, laying on her forearms, panting slightly as she looked up at him.

Dean set the book down on the end table next to him and leaned forward, clasping his hands, elbows on his knees. “Hey there,” he grinned, body tingling with the power he held over her. “How ya feelin’?”

Almost out of breath, Y/N looked up, stretching her neck awkwardly to meet his gaze. “I’m pretty fucking horny, actually.”

Dean laughed and licked his lips. He scooted to the edge of the chair so he was even closer to her and whispered, “Is your pussy nice and wet?”

His voice ran down her spine like fire, and she nodded. “Very wet, Sir.”

He tapped his upper lip with one finger and then sat back, getting comfortable. “So play with it,” he ordered casually, resting one hand on his right thigh, watching.

Y/N swallowed hard and sat up, spreading her knees wide as she rested on her heels. One hand fell behind her, palm flat on the cold floor as the other slid down her belly and tapped gently on her clit. She bit her lip as the pleasure rolled through her; the vibe inside, her hand on her clit, it was all breathtaking and delicious.

Dean watched on as she rubbed, fiddling now and then with the controls. He loved the tremble in the soft flesh of her thighs; the way she began to bounce as if on his cock as she got closer to cumming. He kept a closer eye on that edge, making sure she rode it as long as possible without tipping over. When her stomach tightened too much, he eased up on the vibrations. When her panting ceased, he turned it up. When her eyes began to roll and her jaw hung slack, letting out heated moans, he cut the power, turning the toy off completely.

“Wha-hey!” Y/N’s eyes popped open and she pouted, near to tears as she was denied once more.

“Hands off, Princess,” he told her, clearing his throat and picking up his book. Dean crossed one leg and turned to a random page, tearing his eyes from Y/N’s shivering body. “Get back to work.”

She grumbled to herself as she struggled to her feet, using a nearby chair for help. “You suck.”

Dean lifted a brow, but not his head. “What’s that?”

“Nothing…”

Dinner came and went with Y/N still naked, sitting at the table on a dishcloth. Dean let her be for a while, keeping his phone and the app safely tucked in his pocket. She had even gotten used to being naked in the open. It felt sexy, freeing, if not a little chilly now and then.

Somehow, Dean managed to keep his hands off of her the entire day, not even accidentally brushing against her or playing footsie under the table. Nothing stopped him from looking, however, and he spent his quiet time memorizing the curves and movements that he never got to see in the dark. She was perfectly imperfect, just like him.

After dinner, Dean disappeared, leaving Y/N alone to do the dishes and clean up. She’d just about finished putting the utensils away when her page went off, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

“Fuck.” She turned around, but Dean wasn’t in the room with her. “Dean?”

There was no answer, but the buzzing increased. Y/N dropped to her knees and crawled quickly from the kitchen, wondering where he’d gotten to and hoping the remote didn’t have too long of a range.

“Dean?” she called again to no response, growing more aroused and annoyed as the stunt went on. She’d have to crawl the entire Bunker looking for him if he didn’t answer. Her knees were starting to protest as she toddled up the steps into the War Room, but the pulsing in her cunt took some of the edge off.

“Where the hell are you?”

“Tisk. Tisk.” His voice boomed through the giant room, her toy speeding up as he scolded her. “Mind your manners, missy.”

Still on her hands and knees, Y/N looked around the War Room, unable to find him anywhere. He was a disembodied voice teasing her from another world.

“Dean, come on…”

“You need to crawl to me,” he said loudly, “that was the deal.”

She gasped as he pushed the toy to its limit. “Yeah but...where- fuck- are you?”

Y/N teetered on her knees as Dean laughed at her predicament. She crawled on, moving towards the table.

“Warmer.”

Biting her lip, she listened to his echoing directions, crawling closer to the table. When she reached it, the buzzing subsided enough to catch her breath, and she turned towards the Library archway.

“Colder!”

Y/N spun back and continued through the room. As she neared the stairs, the vibrations increased and Dean guided her home.

“Hot.”

Slowly, she sat back on her feet and looked up the long metal staircase.

Dean waved and grinned smugly from his seat at the chess set on the balcony. “Boiling.”

Y/N’s hands instinctively flew to her hips. “Are you kidding me?”

With a swipe of his finger, Dean upped the pleasure and Y/N fell back down into crawling position.

“Imma kill you.”

Dean laughed. “I don’t think that’s likely.”

One step at a time, Y/N climbed, fingers curling into the ornate grates, knees pushing into the smooth metal. It was cold and hard but she managed, keeping her mind in the gutter, comforted and fueled by the intimate pleasure of her favorite toy, controlled by her favorite asshat.

Dean hid his surprise well when she reached him, figuring Y/N would have given up halfway up the winding staircase. “Welcome,” he teased, lowering the speed. “Nice of you to join me.”

She was panting already, out of breath from her climb. “Nice of you to pick such an easily accessible location.”

Her sass was vibrant and Dean bit his lip, grinning.

“How’s your sweet little cunt doing?” he asked, tip of his tongue pressing between his teeth.

Y/N shivered. “It’s...good.”

“Just good?” His thumb waved over the controls, brushing the toggle back and forth.

“V-very good.”

Dean let her linger in that moment of fluctuating pleasure and sat back, opening his jeans while he watched her twitch. He set the control to a setting called “fireworks” and lay his phone down, taking his cock in his hands instead. He stroked it slowly while the explosions went off inside her pussy.

“What does it feel like?” he asked, lips puckering as he jerked his cock.

Eyes closed and lips shaking, Y/N shook her head, unable to find an answer. “Like...like you’re drumming inside me. Like lightning… like… fuck- I don’t know.” Her eyes popped open and locked on his erection, mouth flooding at the sight.

Dean smirked. “Do you want it?”

She nodded.

“Tell me where.”

She chewed her lip hard, brows furrowing tight, chest heaving. “I…”

Dean fisted his cock, squeezing at the base. “Tell me where you want it.”

“In my pussy,” she begged, chin quivering, near to tears. “Please, Dean. I need you to fuck me so bad.”

“Yeah?”

“Please!”

“Get up here.”

Moaning with relief, Y/N jumped up into his lap, kissing him wildly as his hands locked around her back. She licked into his mouth, bit at his ear, sucked his lip between her teeth. She’d been too crazed all day, too desperate to hold back any longer. She felt his cock against her belly and bounced, rubbing her throbbing clit against his veiny underside.

Dean grunted. His blunt nails dug into her ass.

“Fuck me, Dean.”

Her whisper floated through him and he grabbed her tight, standing up and spinning, dropping her onto the empty chess set. She gasped but settled quickly, wiggling into place on the oversized antique gameboard. He dropped his jeans, letting them collect around the tops of his boots and then reached down to yank the still vibrating toy from her cunt.

Y/N cried out as the toy dislodged, a flood of hot built-up slick running down her ass as it went. “Fuck!”

“I’m getting to it!” Dean huffed back, tossing the toy over his shoulder. It hit the railing and disappeared down below, to be remembered only by a faint buzzing as it danced across the glowing table.

Y/N grabbed hold of the back of his neck and scooted down to the edge of the board, wrapping her legs tight around him. He sank inside without hesitation or restriction, covering himself in her wet flesh, hiding deep inside.

It was fast and hard, the way she came on his cock; her pussy clamping down on him as he thrust in and out. Hours of torture, being played with and edged had left her a sloppy mess, and Dean savored every second. He kissed her breathless, keeping his eyes open so he could watch hers roll. He nipped at her collarbone and rubbed at her clit.

She had been waiting all day, but so had he.

The pawns and bishops rolled inside the table, safe in their velvet cubbies. The pink toy died a slow death, battery draining somewhere around South America.

Above the empty Bunker, not far from the big steel door, Dean made her cum again, rolling her first orgasm into another, his thumb winding around her clit until she screamed at the soreness, slapping him away.

He set his hands beside her head, fingers curling around the edges of the old wood, pulling it close as his hips pushed forward. The thick muscles of his arms strained against his shortsleeves and Y/N pressed her nails deep into his biceps, clawing at him, her teeth grit, eyes dark and exhausted.

“Come on, Dean,” she urged, voice deep and cracking. “Give it to me, please.”

His jaw clenched, sweat beading on his upper lip and brow.

“Cum inside me, Dean. Please.”

Another rough jerk of his hips sent him over. Dean trembled over her, phantom thrusts pushing him even deeper as he emptied into her.

When the best had passed, he looked down with a goofy smile. Green eyes glazed, freckled cheeks bright, lips swollen and red as he laughed, “Checkmate.”

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Destiel Trope Collection 2020 Day 5: Case Fic

Fearful | @deansrightfulangerissue

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He Wanted More (WIP) | @becky-srs

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Curse me | @notfunnydean

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On This Night | @mittensmorgul

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 5688 Main Tags/Warnings: case fic, djinn, fluff, dean knows his tropes Summary: Something goes terribly wrong while hunting a djinn. Newly-human Cas had never considered what the effects of djinn poison could be for a human, and struggles to remember why everything seems just so slightly off when he wakes up back at the cabin he and Dean had been staying in during the hunt. The cabin has been transformed with holiday decorations, and Cas wonders just how long he'd been unconscious. Only when he tries to get answers from Dean, reality comes crashing back in on them both, in the best of all possible ways.

Heavenly Flavor | @songbird211

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7190 Main Tags/Warnings: First Time/Fluff/lust monster/Sam Ships It/Anal/Blowjobs/Nipple Play/Top Dean/Top Cas/Bottom Dean/Bottom Cas/Voyeurism/Wing Kink/Love Confession Summary: During a case involving college men going missing Dean and Cas are taken by the creature responsible. This creature loves having sex with humans, hence the kidnappings, but this time she wants to fulfill her fantasy of watching two men have sex and she thinks Dean and Cas will do nicely.

The Unexpected Consequences of Amnesia | @pray4jensen

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Angeleech | @noiproksa

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Ten Inch Hero | @banshee1013

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Unthought Known | @noiproksa

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Suck It, Judy Garland | @midrashic

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Human Error | @jemariel

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Rating: Mature Word Count: 45876 Main Tags/Warnings: Mutual pining, case fic, canon universe Summary: Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight. Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there. Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away. Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be. Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked.

Silver and Cold | @pomegranatedaffodil

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 64851 Main Tags/Warnings: Case Fic, Hunter Castiel, Small Town Setting, Religious Themes, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Injuries, Minor Character Death,Tragic Backstory, Nightmares, Angst with a Happy Ending, Switching Summary: The death of a young man in an apparent animal attack brings hunter Cas Novak to the small town of Sydnam, Maine. It doesn’t take long for him to realize he’s tracking a werewolf, but discovering the killer’s identity is no easy task. All signs point towards Dean Winchester, a lonely recluse who lives in the middle of the woods and whose antagonistic behaviour does little to lessen Cas’ suspicions. As the investigation drags on, their mutual distrust gives way to a wary alliance. Cas’ instincts warn him that Dean is hiding something, but as he uncovers the man beneath the mystery, his professional interest becomes far more personal. Praying his faith in Dean isn’t misplaced, Cas races to catch the killer before the next full moon rises and another life is abruptly cut short.

#destiel trope collection 2020 #destiel trope collection #Destiel #case fic #day 5

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renwyck · 6 years

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Confessions (2 of 2)

[ RP between myself and @echoesofthelight. Part 1 here. ]

Her eyes sought Renwyck's face again and fell in with the smile he offered easily. "I remember Duskwood. It was a dark land, but the people made of it as they could. I think they are brave. Like you."

It came like a fist to the stomach, Renwyck's abdominal muscles clenching tightly as his entire body became rigid. His skin chilled with goosebumps trailing up his arms. It was as though the bitter winds of Icecrown found their way to the fallen watcher's flesh. "We're not brave. None of us were," the cool of his body pervaded his words.

His eyes blinked shut, Renwyck retreating back into his mind and the bottle. He drank heavily of the whiskey, doing his best to dull the sting of her words regardless of how kind her intentions.

Echo looked on the broken man as her words seemed to only sweep through him like an icy flo, setting his body on edge, trying hard to stay standing in the face of it. Did no one acknowledge his struggle? That saddened her the most, that the pained did not have someone to care at all where they needed it to face the cold. She did not know the truth of his pain, it was enough to see it etched on his face, and admire the man for the strength he bore to carry it at all.

"I think..." Echo started in a softness of tone that lilted with the comfort of a whispered lullaby, setting her fingers gently on his forearm again. "..that you carry much pain with you, Wyck. And being brave can mean many things. Facing down the enemy, a fear, standing in up what one might believe in against many odds."

Her hand squeezed his forearm gently. "But to me the bravest people are those like you, who are trying every day to keep going despite...everything I can feel you carry around in you."

The gentle touch on his arm caused him to lower the bottle, placing it back upon the ground. His eyes drew open as a sigh escaped his lips, the light breath causing him to slump against the tree at his back. His gaze fell upon her face, the torment plainly written across his weary features. "I'm trying. I..." he hesitated as he tore his attention from her. Though even as he looked away, his free hand sought out her own, resting upon it as she held his forearm.

"I'm trying," he whispered, not entirely sure if he was trying to convince her or himself.

"I know," she whispered back sincerely in return, the soft glow of her eyes misting over for the harrowing torment she now felt as he touched her hand.

Echo allowed it to seep around her heart like a moat, taking in a trembling breath as she steadied herself within her grace in knowing only the amorphous feeling. "I know so much that you are. And you grow stronger every day through the trial of it all. And I carry hope here for you, that you will one day overcome."

His hand glided along the back of hers, fingers closing lightly around hers in a soft squeeze. "Light, I hope so," he spoke upon a sigh. Swallowing thickly, he turned his gaze back toward her face. The glow of her grey eyes was oddly comforting to him, as if her light from within was shining upon him.

"I am trying," he said with a bit more conviction, a forlorn smile on his lips. Yet any semblance of comfort dimmed as he made one more confession. "... I hate who I've become. What they made me."

Echo rose slightly, moving to adjust so that her other hand could come to rest atop his own, closing the warm comfort of a tender grasp around his rough fingers, his knuckles.

"Then you should take presence with those that make you feel like more than this torment. I think you are more." Echo's eyes slipped downward to the whiskey bottle. "I don't know who broke you but it does not have to define you."

"Does it...?"

Renwyck's eyes slipped shut, his head resting against the rough bark of the tree. "No," he said softly in reply. His fingers closed around hers, taking her hand from his forearm to hold it within his own. "It's been two years. And part of me forgets who I was before the Night Watch betrayed us all. Before they killed... everyone."

Clenching his jaw, the fallen watcher's eyes opened upon her once more. His brow furrowed in despair, eyes pleading silently with the warm grey glow of hers. "I don't know how to move forward. And part of me is afraid to. Because when I do, they'll have truly taken everything from me..."

"..betrayed...?" Those grey eyes widened on Renwyck, the truth only now settling on the priestess. Her gentle smile had faded, stricken, searching every feature of the fallen watcher's face. She was lost with words now, though she did not dare let go of his hands. Instead her fingers now were clamping to his, hurting with that black truth. "Killed...?"

She shut her eyes now, feeling the mist of tears arise inside them, trying to find her composure for the man's sake. "I...I do not want to bring you back to the moment of your horror with my questions. I am sorry, truly for what you must have suffered."

Opening her eyes on Renwyck, they glinted with her tears now. "If...if you do feel that this suffering is all you have, then please only know I will hold your hands throughout whenever you ask, when it becomes too much. People should not have to suffer through their loss alone."

The sparkling tears caught within her eyes caused his heart to sink, Renwyck withdrawing his free arm only to rest his palm atop their joined hands. He didn't speak often of those darker memories. In truth, not many asked -- afraid of dredging up the pain associated with the ghosts of the past. Yet part of him felt a modicum of relief in talking with the priestess. She was not someone he felt compelled to be strong for before. And he knew that regardless of what he said, she would not judge him. This liberation, no matter how small it may be, urged his smile to return.

"You can feel it, can't you?" The innocent question was followed by a tender squeeze of her hands. "Part of you shares the grief of people you hope to heal."

A weak smile found his assumption to be true, and Echo nodded, removing her hand a moment to edge her tears away with the ridge of her fingers. "It isn't unheard of in those that walk in the Light, and mend through it. There is a...need to be open to a pain, understand it, know it, before we can mend, and some senses are opened to feel it in others to such a degree. It is...a gift, and a curse."

Echo peered back up to the human, wearing her soft smile again as he tried to comfort her. "But I have felt emotions in others since I was young." A chuckle tried to escape on a breath. "So much so that when I was young, I...rather hated people. Stayed away. They hurt me, all the time. But when I came to the Light, it helped me focus what I take in, and showed me to contain it at touch, and showed me I could soothe it. But...it is more than just pain. Life is also anger, joy, and love...and hate..."

Her thoughts slipped to the most recent tragedy of Teldrassil, to the faces of Kaldorei refugees she had visited on Bloodmyst, taking hands in hers as she learned the hymns of Elune. Some hands shook with loss, some could barely hold to her fingers. And some shunned her, because all they had left was hate to keep them them going.

But Azeroth always hummed beneath her feet, and its song was ongoing beneath every breath of life that walked upon her. And it was a song that called her at the heart.

"But..I felt Azeroth's pain, with the great blade in its heart, and I knew I could not stay in the Tourney Grounds anymore."

He nodded slowly as he listened to her words. His smile faltered briefly when she spoke of her self-imposed isolation, but returned when she remarked about her journey. "I'm glad you wanted to do more for this world. Else I doubt our paths would have crossed like they did."

Renwyck pursed his lips in thought before continuing. "I'm sorry you can feel so much, but in a selfish way... I'm not. Just being able to talk to you is a greater comfort than I've felt in a long time."

"...don't feel sorry for me, Ser Wyck," she smiled warmly, her heart lifting into her murmur of words. "Because your words are what makes what I can do worth it. I am glad I can be a comfort. And I am glad to know you."

She squeezed his hand once more, her eyes falling back down with a quiet shame. "...I am glad not to be rejected. The Light, my songs, they are not for everyone, I've come to find since leaving the Tourney Grounds. But...I am learning where I am not needed."

Finally relinquishing her hands, his own didn't leave her long, finding a place to rest upon her shoulder. "Their loss then," he spoke candidly, his smile brightening. "What you do is nothing short of amazing."

He quirked an eyebrow, gently offering her shoulder a squeeze. "But, light above... call me 'Ser' one more time, and I might have a few different words to call you..." Grinning, he chuckled playfully.

"I cannot help that I look forward to seeing a Knight in armor in you on the Tourney Grounds, Ser Wyck," she laughed just under her breath, spirits easily lifted by his compliment, but moreso by his playful laugh, and the glimpse of the man he used to be. "You may call me whatever you wish if you promise me you'll let me see such a sight once, yes?"

The tip of his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, his teeth closing around the blade as if to bite back a few choice words. "Oh, you better believe you will," he said with a mischievous smirk, his hand leaving her shoulder.

"And I'm gunna knock you off yer damn horse." With that comment and a laugh, he carefully jabbed a finger to her side.

Echo had started to grin and remark in return, but a soft gasp and cringe away from his jabbing finger halted whatever retort she had in mind. Condensed to a helpless, tight giggle, she clutched quickly to his hand, trying to ward it away.

Yes, very ticklish, when not expecting it.

He quickly retracted his poking finger, yet the grin continued to spread across his lips. "Good to know," he murmured in an amused tone. His hand came to rest on the neck of the whiskey bottle, yet he didn't take a drink. Instead, he absentmindedly traced his thumb around the lip. "So when exactly are you looking for this battle to the death to occur? I need some time to get that armor you're so interested in seeing me in."

Regaining herself, Echo smoothed down her skirt over her knees and chuckled. "Jousting is not a battle to the death. The javelins are specially padded to prevent grievous injury. More..pride is injured on the grounds than anything."

Her grey eyes lit with some delight as he asked about the possibility of armor. "Oh, I am fairly sure I can take your measurements and have you fitted, Ser Wyck. And I highly suggest you practice holding the javelin and riding with it before trying to do it all with the armor on -- basics first. But there is no real rush. I doubt the Tourney Grounds will be going anywhere very soon."

He couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head. "Yer adorable," he mused as she took his comment all too literally. His devilish grin softened when he saw the sparkle of excitement in her eyes. His gaze lingered on her face as she spoke, Renwyck tilting his head to the side.

"No need to go through the trouble for me. I'm sure I can find my own gear."

Echo peered at the man strangely. "How will you know what armor to choose? You have not jousted before, have you?" Her eyes were already making their way down his form thoughtfully. "We have plenty of pieces at the Grounds I'm fairly sure will be a good fit for you." It was clear the priestess was decided.

"Fair enough," Renwyck said with a chuckle. Though with the priestess's eyes roaming his body, he couldn't help but feel self conscious. A hand raked through his black hair, nails scratching at his scalp. "I, uh... just tell me when you want me."

His eyes grew wide as he listened to his poorly chosen words. "At Icecrown!" He blurted out, hoping to clarify his previous statement.

Smooth...

The priestess blinked slowly, his verbal foible clearly going over her head. She only smiled kindly. "Whenever you're comfortable with the idea, you just need to say. I'm not going to press you into anything you don't really want to do. But I think it'd be good for you to just...let go, and try something new. Even if it isn't jousting."

Studying his face, his eyes, for all that the fallen watcher had been suffering, she was serene, hoping she could help the fallen watcher feel his moments of serenity too. "Just as long as it all can help you smile again."

He breathed an audible sigh of relief, thankful she seemed to be even more clueless than he was himself. "Fair enough," he said with a smile. "But first, I get to take you somewhere of my choosing..."

#Echo Adamant #Renwyck Darrow #RP

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mlaenie · 3 years

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I have picked up playing Sea of Thieves again ever since Season 3: A Pirate’s Life released, and I have done so for a few reasons. Reason number one: I do enjoy playing Sea of Thieves most of the time. Sometimes it is an engaging game fully capable of entertaining me for hours, and sometimes I log in, immediately get attacked by another player or harassed over their mic chat, and get discouraged and tired of playing about 5-10 minutes later. Reason number two: I love Pirates of the Caribbean and a Sea of Thieves crossover between the two sounded like an interesting collaboration. Reason Number three: I heard there were some pretty neat Monkey Island easter eggs hidden in the new Tall Tales and I was not satisfied with simply watching a youtube video about them. I wanted to experience them for myself.

Also, while I have absolutely no intention of purchasing microtransactions for SoT, the rewards for leveling up the plunder pass are pretty neat. I can’t resist collecting every Outlaw Pass in Red Dead Online, either. But RDO is easy because you earn gold for completing missions, daily challenges, bounty hunter missions, and opening treasure chests.

In the first chapter of this new pirate adventure, the player meets with the mysterious Castaway. She tells the player that trouble is coming and that in order to prevent it, they must sail to the Sea of the Damned, a mystifying land of the dead where ghost pirates can sail the seas and while away eternity.

In a fascinating homage to the original Disneyland ride and scenes from the Pirates of the Caribbean films, our player character (whom I feel motivated to develop as my own fan-character offspring of Guybrush Threepwood and Elaine Marley from Monkey Island) is instructed to navigate their way through Dead Man’s Grotto, following ghosts of pirates to find themselves just outside of a desolate town known as Sailor’s Grave.

Our character has one goal— to rescue another pirate who has been imprisoned on the Ferry of the Damned. In order to reach the prisoner, the player must stow away on the Ferry. Before we can do that, however, we must summon the Ferry to Sailor’s Grave with help from a disembodied skull of a cursed pirate (Murray?… Bob? The potential for Monkey Island jokes is endless, in my mind)

Sailor’s Grave is an old town that was once a lively hideaway for pirates to hole up with their loot, but as we visit it, we discover that the town has fallen to ruins and most of the inhabitants have moved on in one way or another, save for one who was left hanging in a cage. The reason he was strung up? His crew mutinied against him after he snuffed out the flames of the lighthouse in order to prevent the Ferry of the Damned parting him with his treasure.

I enjoyed the introduction of the Cursed Captain. I like the idea of my young Captain Marley Threepwood telling the old skull that she’s actually had some prior experience with cursed talking skulls through her father’s old pal Murray. As well as telling him the tales Guybrush would most definitely have told her as a young, starry-eyed kid hungry for her own adventures.

I found it depressing whenever I had to set the Cursed Captain down, even just temporarily. A few times while wandering around the abandoned town, I had to pick up another item needed to fulfill an optional quest objective, only to hear him call out not to leave him behind or remarking that he was being abandoned again as his crew had done to him. As chatty as he was to the point of being annoying after a while, in-character I did not blame him at all after spending so long in isolation.

Plus it’s just nice in a game like Sea of Thieves to meet a skeleton who isn’t hellbent on killing you. And as someone who mainly plays solo and only occasionally teams up at random on open crews who will put up with my silent shenanigans and text chat use, it feels like a relief to see an NPC do most of the talking for once.

The player has the option of either progressing with the main story by taking the Cursed Captain to the top of the lighthouse, where he advises you on how to summon the Ferry by restoring the lighthouse and lighting beacons surrounding the island, or taking him around the remnants of Sailor’s Grave so that he can tell you about the town. There is one hidden beacon in town which, when lit using the lighthouse lens, opens up a gate to an area chock full of Monkey Island easter eggs.

Lightning flashes across the sky as you approach an old shipwreck, and a cinematic screen displays the words “Deep in the Caribbean” as the title theme from Monkey Island begins to play over the area instead of the solemn instrumental rendition of “Yo Ho, A Pirate’s Life For Me” that is heard in the rest of the town. I don’t if the developers were thinking about it at the time, but it seems to call back to Curse of Monkey Island and Edward van Helgen’s pirate story of hearing an inescapably catchy, haunting melody that drove most of his shipmates to madness.

The shipwreck found in this area is none other than the Mad Monkey from Monkey Island 2: LeChuck’s Revenge, the famous shipwreck that Guybrush Threepwood needed to track down in order to retrieve the figurehead so that he could barter it for a piece of the map to Big Whoop, the indescribable treasure he spends the majority of the story searching for. The ship is renamed here to the Headless Monkey by its new captain, Kate Capsize. A series of journals authored by Kate reveal that she was out for revenge on Guybrush for having her falsely imprisoned under his name and stealing her near-grog.

Kate pursued Guybrush across the seas and discovered that he was most likely spending his honeymoon with his bride, Elaine Marley, in the Sea of Thieves. What happened to Kate’s ship isn’t explicitly mentioned, but I theorize that her ship lacked the equipment required to survive sailing through The Shroud (the waters that encompass the Sea of Thieves territory and keep it hidden away from intruders) or that she unknowingly sailed through a portal into the Sea of the Damned and found herself trapped there.

Whatever the true reason for the ship’s destruction and her demise, Captain Kate herself is nowhere to be found. Her final journal entry explains that she has realized revenge is nothing worth living or dying for. She has been reunited with her glass-bottomed boat, which she previously sold, and she only wishes to find a way to come back to life. She sailed off alone and was not heard from again, so it is unknown whether she found a way out or not.

The remains of her ship’s quarters contain a small map of Scabb, Booty, and Phatt Islands, as seen in MI2, and a larger map on the table that features the entire Tri-Island Area as seen in Escape From Monkey Island, including Monkey and Dinky Island as well. There’s no telling what, if anything more, will happen with Monkey Island in Sea of Thieves, but it does give me a glimmer of hope that maybe my all time favorite game series isn’t completely dead yet. It would be fun to see iconic Monkey Island characters physically appear in a future update, if Disney/LucasArts were willing to allow it.

After finally returning to the lighthouse to complete the main objective of lighting the beacons at sea, the Ferry of the Damned begins to approach the island, and the Cursed Captain requests that he be taken to his ship, allowing the player passage from the side door of his quarters through his treasure room and out to a rowboat that our pirate hero must take to sneak themselves aboard the Ferry.

On to the next chapter of the tale, once our pirate successfully makes their way onto the Ferry of the Damned, they sabotage the Ferryman’s Well of Fates by lighting it with the Flame of Souls, setting free the trapped souls and secrets he has kept hidden on the lower decks of his ship. Making their way to the brig, the pirate meets up with the prisoner they are intended to rescue, revealed to be none other than Captain Jack Sparrow. Jack is in possession of a peculiar treasure, a glimmering, glowing box he informs the player character is a key between worlds. He used it to flee to the Sea of Thieves whilst being pursued by Davy Jones, who seemed to have been restored to the Flying Dutchman after the Trident of Poseidon was destroyed.

It’s not really clear how Jones came to be once more, after his death in At World’s End, but I’m willing to borrow another quote from The Curse of Monkey Island, “True evil can never be destroyed completely.” In the context of Monkey Island, this is because the Ghost Pirate LeChuck has ostensibly found his true purpose in rising from the grave to torment Guybrush and attempt to win Elaine’s heart and hand in marriage. Perhaps Davy Jones has found a similar purpose in trying to imprison Jack in the locker?

After a tense battle with the Flying Dutchman, Jack loses the key to one of Jones’ minions who jumps ship with it. Jack demands that the Ferryman pursue the Dutchman, but gets knocked off balance and falls overboard the bow of the Ferry when the Dutchman releases a shockwave that rocks the ship.

With Jack lost to the depths of the Sea of the Damned, the Ferryman fears that both worlds are now in grave danger due to the player character’s selfish actions, but he does reward them for their bravery in fighting by returning them to the land of the living so that they may continue to fight to save the Sea of Thieves from Davy Jones, who intends to turn the high seas into his new locker.

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taehyvnggs · 6 years

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Jeon Jungkook // Agent

Summary: Being a solo agent in an agency isn’t too bad. Actually it isn’t too bad until you try to solve a problem yourself and Agent Jeon Jungkook insists on helping you.

Genre: Angst (?)

Warnings: blood & fighting

Being a solo agent in an agency with teams and soloists, you were never really out of place. Still, whenever you were invited to “office parties,” you went to support your “coworkers,” and that felt strange to you. Everyone greeted you with utmost sincerity, because you were one of the agency’s top agents. You’ve been there for almost fifteen years now. All of your superiors have known you since you were a child, training with the higher agents in order to reach the position you are currently in.

At this party, you’ve made your rounds and said your hellos to nearly every single agent in the building. It’s boring sitting around and listening to some of your mentors ramble about how they’ve dealt with troublesome agents because you know damn well that you’re one of those troublesome agents. Instead of listening to them, you stand on the roof of the building to stare down at the bustling city below you.

You stare at the cars that get caught in late night traffic. You wonder where every single one of those people want to be right now. Perhaps some want to be home, but considering it’s a Friday night, it’s likely they have made plans to go out. That’s usually how it is.

You admire people stumbling from bars, laughing happily. From the way they’re walking, each one of them is drunk. However, the lone person lurking behind is sober. Must be the designated driver.

Then, you avert your gaze to the parking lot near the building. It’s filled with cars that belong to the agency. Each of the cars looks ordinary to refrain from drawing attention. They’re a lot more hi-tech on the inside, but aside from that, the cars look pretty dinky.

Click.

“I hear you,” you say to the person standing behind you. The typical person wouldn’t have been able to tell, but you’ve been trained under harsh conditions in order to sense little things like this. There’s no way you could’ve missed hearing that footstep.

“Didn’t think I’d be able to get away with it,” admits the person. He comes to stand next to you and stares out at the night sky illuminated by stars.

“Mmm,” you reply under your breath. “What brings you here?”

Jeon Jungkook. You can tell who he is by his voice. In the presence of superiors, his voice wavers a little. His tone of voice shows a sense of naivety, but you know that he’s on one of the agency’s best teams. He plays a crucial role in the team because he’s well-rounded, much like you. You only know this through observation.

“I saw you come up here alone,” he says sheepishly. “I wanted to know if you were alright.”

“I’m fine,” you answer truthfully.

“I heard about your last mission. Congrats on that,” Jungkook says, still staring at the stars.

Your last mission was a complete success. There was a serial killer that you had to locate. With all the evidence laid out in front of you, it was solved in less than twelve hours. There’s nothing spontaneous about it. Honestly, you wanted more action.

“Thanks,” you say with the ghost of a smile on your face.

“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m–”

“Jeon Jungkook of team one hundred and eleven,” you cut him off. “One of the agency’s most notorious team. You’re known for being the youngest on your team, but you make up for that by working hard. Still, people undermine you and as strong as you are, you can’t muster the strength to defend yourself against them. Cocky as you seem with your team, you’re nothing when they team up against you.”

You peel your gaze away from the city to look at him. He stares at you incredulously. From other agents, you’ve heard that Jungkook is very good looking. Because you’d never seen him until now, you didn’t believe them. Looking at him now, you realize that he is quite a sight to see. If you were back in your teenage years, he would’ve been your number one prospect. However, you’ve moved past those days, and you can tell Jungkook has too.

Being the one of the agency’s best agents forces you to give up your personal life.

“Y/L/N Y/N, agent two hundred and thirty-two. You’re the agency’s prized pupil. They would never give you up for the world,” Jungkook retaliates by reading you. “Everyone wants to go on missions with you because they know you’d do all of the work and they’d still get some recognition for it.”

He’s reading you the same way you read him. You look back down at the cityscape, primarily the parking lot with blinking lights within it, and cross your arms, tapping your fingers on your bicep. “Basic knowledge, Jeon.”

“I’m not done, sweetheart,” Jungkook shakes his head, looking at the sky again. “You were always isolated from other people while in training, that’s why you don’t have a team–people make you nervous. When I walked up here, the only reason you called me out is because you sensed me as a person, but you are used to sensing people as threats.”

“Go on,” you say. Part of you wants to know how much Jungkook can analyze.

“You’re out here because the people at the party make you delirious. You’re a lone wolf for that fact too. You can’t function being on a team with so many people because you feel overpowered. You like to be in control of the situation. Since you’re typically paranoid, you always have a weapon on you. Discreet as you may be, there is an obvious knife up your sleeve.”

“That was decent.” You smile at twinkling lights coming from cars. “Now, get down.”

Jungkook looks at you, completely confused. You grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down on the ground. “No one’s ever been turned on after I analyze them,” Jungkook laughs.

“Yeah, well don’t get too hot-headed. We have to get back into the building. Round the agents. There’s going to be an attack,” you hiss as you rush back into the building and down the stairs.

“What? How could you tell?” Jungkook asks you and you pull him down the stairs.

“You’re an aerial, aren’t you?” you ask him. “You were staring at the sky for the majority of our conversation. You didn’t look down because during your missions, you have to look at the sky. That or you’ve a slight phobia of heights.”

“A little bit of both,” he answers.

“Cool, but that’s not the point. Two people in cars in a parking lot adjacent from here were blinking their flashlights. Morse code. They think I didn’t see it, but I was trying to make out what they were saying,” you explain, reaching a small table with a vase on it. “It’s going to be a bloodbath in here.”

Jungkook sighs. “That’s why you were tapping your finger on your arm!”

“Precisely,” you answer him as you move the vase from its spot. Underneath the vase is an emergency button. After a split second, you put the vase back and decide not to press the alarm. This is something you can handle on your own. “You didn’t catch on because you were too busy reading me.”

“Damn,” Jungkook mutters to himself. “Wait, why didn’t you press the button?”

“Everyone should be having a good time right now. This is something I can handle,” you answer him. “Stay here, Jeon.”

Jungkook runs a hand through his brown hair. “What? I’m obligated to help you!”

“With what? The pistol in your belt or the one around your ankle?” you ask. He thinks you haven’t analyzed every last bit of him, but you did. While he was busy analyzing your mental behavior, you were analyzing his physical appearance to see where he was hiding his weapons.

He smiles at you. “You read me well. I’m helping you regardless. Two pistols are better than your one knife, right?”

You roll your eyes and give him a stern look. “Listen, we don’t have a lot of time, okay? It’s abnormal for us to be leaving together because no one’s seen us together before. They’ll be suspicious.”

“Only if we seem serious. Play along, yeah?” Jungkook grabs your hands as you arrive to the first floor.

“What are you talking about?” you quip. He pulls you through the door, still holding your hand.

As soon as you both enter the room of people, Jungkook’s demeanor changes completely. He went from being inferior to you, to seeming superior, guiding you around the room. The way he changed so quickly takes you by surprise. You wouldn’t have thought that he would be trained to be a pristine actor. Still, with him being one of the golden boys of the team, you should’ve expected it.

He snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you very close to him. Jungkook leans down and presses his soft lips to yours. His free hand presses against the area behind your ear, his thumb stroking your cheek while his fingers tangle in your hair. He guides you towards the exit as he does so.

His traces his fingers along your back as he tries to deepen the kiss.

“P-L-A-Y A-L-O-N-G,” Jungkook traces into your back quickly when you refuse to kiss him back. You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him hard, hoping that this seems convincing enough. You’re not one to makeout with someone fifteen minutes after meeting them.

“Whoa, Jeon and Y/L/N!” Jung Hoseok hoots at you two. “Get a room, you two!”

Jungkook pulls away from you to smirk at Hoseok. “We’re working on that,” he says, out of breath.

“We’re running out of time,” you tell Jungkook, tugging on the hem his shirt. You sound needy, but time really is ticking. People are going to be here in no time to shoot this entire place up. People might be losing their respect for you right now, but you’re saving their fucking lives. “Let’s go.”

“Alright, babe,” Jungkook says to you with the smirk still on his face. He moves his hand from your face and reaches for the doorknob. He looks up at your colleagues that are staring and winks at them before pushing the door open.

Once the door shuts behind you both, you pry yourself away from Jungkook. “That was your brilliant plan?”

“Got us out of there without suspicion, didn’t it?” he asks, reaching for his pistol at his belt. “Don’t think too much about it, honey. Let’s get to that parking lot now.”

You grimace and lead the way to the parking lot. Cars are there, but none out of ordinary like the ones you were observing. That’s strange, considering the cars before.

“Jeon, they’re not here anymore,” you whisper to Jungkook, checking your surroundings to see if the cars have gone anywhere else. There’s no other car in the street. Did you take too much time to emerge from the building?

Jungkook whips his pistol from his belt and holds it up in case any enemies are nearby. “Couldn’t have gone far. It took us exactly one minute to get out.”

“If I were trying to execute an entire agency, what would I do?” I mumble to myself.

“Y/N,” someone calls after you.

You turn around and see Jaebum from another team. His team is one of the best teams, but he sometimes goes on solo missions. He catches up with you and Jungkook and he pats Jungkook’s back. “Hey, Jeon.”

“Hey, Im Jaebum,” Jungkook sighs. He lowers his gun and looks back at you.

You shove your hands in your pockets and smile and Jaebum. “What’s up?”

“I could ask you guys the same question!” he laughs, motioning to Jungkook’s drawn pistol. “Why so paranoid?”

“Y/N and I were going to go somewhere private, but we heard a noise,” Jungkook lies. He has a completely straight face. Oh, he’s good. Jaebum can’t get involved. He’s a better agent than you, but still, this is something you brought upon yourself. You can take care of this; he should go and have fun at the party.

“I was just about to leave too. Where’d you guys park?” Jaebum asks.

“I came here with Jimin. Y/N was going to drive,” Jungkook answers nonchalantly, looking over at you again.

You pull your hands out of your pocket and dangle your keys before pressing a button on the key fob. Your car reacts by beeping in the distance. At least you actually did park here. If it had been anywhere else, your cover would be blown.

“I sense something strange,” Jaebum says. “You two don’t seem to be as close as you were before.”

“Fine, you caught us,” you groan. “Predicted shooting soon against the agency. Tried solving.”

“And how far have you gotten in tracking the people?” he interrogates you, no longer smiling.

“Well,” you shrug, “they’re gone. If I were trying to execute an entire agency, where would I be?” you tell Jaebum. His expression goes blank as well, like he’s thinking too.

“It could be anywhere,” Jungkook says.

“I know right,” Jaebum replies, shaking his head. “Jungkook, head south. Y/N and I will head north and search for the cars. What did they look like, Y/N?”

“Fancy cars,” you say. “Nothing like the agency’s loaners.”

“Im Jaebum,” Jungkook calls to the man approaching you two. Jaebum cocks his head, giving Jungkook an odd look. “Leader of team one hundred and twenty-five. You like to be in control, which is why you are trying to tell us what to do when we’re fully capable of doing this ourselves. You’re an expert in every aspect of training that the agency can provide.”

“Jeon, is now really the time to read me?” Jaebum crosses his arms.

Jungkook continues. “You impress everyone with your skills. Still, you have your flaws. I’m a great actor, Im. You’re slightly less than I am. I see right through your act.”

He scoffs. “You’re really making me a suspect right now? Our colleagues are going to get killed!”

“If I were trying to execute an entire agency,” you say loud enough for Jungkook and Jaebum to hear, “I’d lure the best agents out and start from the inside.”

It all clicks.

You never provided Jaebum with any information involving cars or people. You were very vague in explaining. He still pieced things together rather quickly.

All of a sudden, Jaebum lunges at Jungkook with a knife in hand.

Jungkook punches Jaebum’s forearm, causing him to release the knife. It goes flying in the air. Effortlessly, you thrust your hand into the air and catch the hilt. When you look back at Jungkook, he’s pinned to the ground and Jaebum’s hands are around his neck. You race towards them and jump onto Jaebum’s back, pressing the knife to the front of his neck.

“What’s the motive?” you ask Jaebum as he slowly gets off Jungkook as a form of surrendering. “Tell me or you’re going to get hurt.”

He responds with a laugh, which throws you off. “Motive? It’s always Y/N this, Y/N that. You know how many times you’ve gotten in my way for missions? They always save the best for you! If I get rid of you all, I can show other agencies just how powerful I really am!” He grabs the knife and your arm, effortlessly throwing you into the air and slamming you onto the ground.

The impact feels like being hit by a car. Pain shoots through your body, especially your back and head. Out of everywhere in your body, your head hits the ground the hardest, causing you to clutch the back of your head. The world spins around you as you lay in pain, letting out a groan that you hope will lessen the pain. Instead, the pain worsens.

Jaebum holds your arm, reaching into your sleeve and pulling your extra knife out from your sleeve. “Everyone knows you hide a knife, Y/N. Maybe you should change things up a little.”

Once he has the knife, he slams your hand into the ground, stomps on it, and kicks your waist, causing you to groan again. You roll onto your stomach and force yourself to stand up on the spinning world. You see Jungkook in the distance looking at you, but you’re so disoriented that you can’t make out his expression. The world has been tuned out to the point where you can’t even hear anything.

Jaebum looks back at you and smiles at the way you stagger over to him. He says something, but you can’t make out what he’s saying because of the buzzing in your ears. Jungkook runs towards him and tackles him onto the ground.

As the world continues to spin, you stare at them, trying to get your orientation back.

Instead, someone hurdles right into you, shoving you onto the ground and holding his forearm against your neck. You narrow your eyes at the person above you and try to focus your vision on him while trying not to choke to death.

“Kim Jongin,” you wheeze, “you traitorous asshole.”

He laughs and starts speaking. You don’t know when your hearing came back, but conveniently, it’s back. “I’m doing what has to be done, Y/N.”

“I never hurt you,” you cough, bringing up a leg and kicking him in his pelvis. He yelps and falls on top of you, to which you roll on top of him, pressing your own forearm against his Adam’s apple. You catch your breath and bring your face really close to his. “If getting rid of me means that you have to do so by cheating the game, then so be it.”

You press harder against his throat, making him cough.

But Jongin is your friend. He’s always been nice to you. You’ve known him for so long. Why would he want to turn his back on you when you’ve been nothing but kind? What have you done wrong?

“You’re a dirty cheater, Y/N,” he wheezes, struggling to fight your arm off of him. “You cheated your way to the top!”

You cock your head and move your face closer to his. “Just because I’m better than you doesn’t mean that I cheated!” Once you realize that you’re actually hurting Jongin, you release him from your grasp and let him catch his breath. “Friends don’t hurt each other. Remember this.”

You hop off of him and look for Jungkook, who is rather far away from you. He’s fending off Jaebum.

Jaebum throws the first punch, but Jungkook blocks it, grabbing Jaebum’s arm and bringing him to the ground. Jaebum quickly recovers from that, grabbing Jungkook’s ankles and pulling them ever-so-slightly to knock him to the ground. He lands on his back and his head hits the cement the same way yours did–if not harder.

His eyes are closed.

“Jungkook!” you shout, bolting towards him. It’s one thing to take on enemies, but it’s another thing to take on enemies that are immediately prepared for your next move. This is why Jaebum is better – he knows what’s next.

Jaebum turns around and smirks at you. “What are you going to do now that you’re unarmed and helpless? Call for help?”

You stop in your tracks and sit on the ground, crossing your legs. “I surrender,” you say, slouching your arms and gripping your ankles with your hands. You stare at Jaebum as he approaches you with the large smile on his face. All you do is stare with a face of defeat.

There’s so much adrenaline coursing through your veins that if you were hurt, you wouldn’t be able to feel it. You’ve grown so accustomed to pain that you can’t tell what hurts and what doesn’t. You could have a concussion or broken bone right this moment and you wouldn’t even notice.

“Hey, don’t you wanna finish me off?” Jungkook coughs, sitting up.

Jaebum grins and spins around to walk back in Jungkook’s direction. Jungkook looks completely messed up. There’s a gash on his forehead with blood coming out of it. His lip is split open and his nose is bleeding. Truthfully, he looks like he could pass out any minute. You don’t know how he can do this right now.

Right when he reaches Jungkook, Jaebum kicks him in the stomach, causing the boy to cough blood onto the sidewalk. You don’t know how he can tolerate so much pain. He looks terrible. Well, there have certainly been worse times, but this time has to be one of the worst. He got his ass kicked by one of the agency’s prized agents.

Once Jungkook’s laying on the ground, looking completely unconscious, Jaebum turns back around and walks towards you again. His eyes are completely black, and the way he smiles deviously at you is terrifying. What the hell has gotten into him?

“Where were we?” he asks you, cracking his knuckles. “Oh yeah, unarmed and defenseless.”

“Wrong,” you say. “I forgot to correct you earlier. I’m neither.”

He scoffs at you. “Yeah? Alright, princess. Whatever you say.”

“You’re right. What I say goes,” you say with a sly smile. “And well, I’m going to say ‘Jaebum.’”

You lift your hands from your ankles with a pistol in your hands. A look of confusion spreads across Jaebum’s face, causing his smile to disappear. He stops in his tracks.

“I thought you didn’t have another weapon,” he says, concerned.

You laugh and shake your head. “Do you think I’m an idiot? I always carry a knife and a gun. Jeon’s not the only person that hides a gun around his ankle. Now, do you want to surrender or do you want all of the other agents to shoot you all at once? They’re going to be out here in three…two…”

“And at the sight of you pointing a gun at me, what are they going to think?” Jaebum asks you.

“Nothing, because she didn’t shoot you.” Jongin steps in, forcing you to lower your gun. “Friends don’t hurt each other. She spared you.”

Suddenly, six agents rush outside holding different weapons. You first see Park Jimin, speeding over to handcuff Jaebum. Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Taehyung hold guns and batons up in a ready-position in case Jaebum tries to make any moves.

“You’re an idiot, Jae,” Namjoon hisses, getting closer to his colleague.

You rush over to Jungkook and wipe the blood from his forehead. He winces at the pressure and looks at you, smiling when he recognizes you.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he hums, brushing stray hairs out of your face.

“I could say the same, but you’re all bloodied,” you reply, using the sleeve of your shirt to clean up the blood. It doesn’t do anything, but at least his face is less red.

He closes his eyes as you wipe his face. “Darling, I could say the same to you.” He feels your face with his hands and strokes your cheeks. “He kicked your ass. Now I see why you’re the agency’s best – you still got up and played the man.”

“Perseverance gets you to the top,” you say.

“Since we’ve had this nice bonding moment,” he says, referring to the situation at hand, “can we have a more calmer first date? I could take you to a nice restaurant…unless you actually do like this adrenaline rush – we could do this again.”

You throw your head back in laughter. “Is now really the time to ask me that?”

“Oh c’mon, I’ve been trying to get you alone so I could ask you for the past few months. You’re a busy girl, y’know,” he groans.

“I’m aware.” You nod, swiping blood from his bottom lip. He smiles in response.

An ambulance rounds the corner and the next thing you know, you’re being escorted to a hospital. The doctors examine you, reporting all of your injuries to Seokjin, who has taken it upon himself to alert the president of the agency. Seokjin profusely apologizes to you for “not coming out sooner” and “wasting too much time waiting for the right moment.” You forgive him knowing that he already has a lot on his plate.

You get scolded by your mentors for getting bruises nearly everywhere on your body, a broken rib, and fractured metacarpals in your left hand. Your mentors tell you that you could’ve easily avoided this by being able to detect what Jaebum’s next moves were because he always looks at which part of the body he’s aiming for. They tell you that you have to spend 168 hours practicing your predicting and maintaining your balance.

Until then, and until you heal, you’re unable to take on any missions. They expect you to exceed their expectations, and your recent performance has forced them to reevaluate you. However, since Jaebum’s agent status has been terminated, you’ve been promoted for being able to analyze a situation. That’s the only good news that they have for you.

Once your mentors leave your hospital room, you hear a knock at your door. Expecting another person to lecture you, you groan and cover your face with your hands. You can’t bear another old person telling you off for doing something right.

“No one’s ever been so upset to see me,” says a familiar voice.

You open your eyes and look at the door, where Jungkook leans against the frame. He looks better than before, wearing a tight black shirt that allows you to see that there’s a wrap around his ribcage. His arm’s also in a sling. There’s a giant bandage across his forehead and perhaps a small stitch in his lip, but Jungkook’s so far that you can’t tell. He got his ass handed to himself by Jaebum; how can he be walking?

“Hey, Jeon. Thanks for helping me out back there. Who would’ve known what could’ve gone down if you didn’t help me stall Im Jaebum,” you sigh, giving him a thumbs up from your bed.

“I wasn’t just going to let you fight for yourself when I was capable of helping,” he tells you with a crooked smile on his face. Regardless of how tattered he may be, he still looks pretty good.

“Ah…” you mumble, trailing off. “Yes…yes…”

“Yes?” Jungkook cocks his head.

“To that date. I don’t know when it’ll be because we’re both fucked up to shit, but I’d like to have a calmer ‘first date,’ if you don’t mind,” you explain, motioning to your bruised abdomen and wrapped hand.

Jungkook pauses, not saying anything. Instead, he steps away from the door frame and out into the hall. You stare in confusion. He was the one that asked you on the date…is he rejecting you?

All of a sudden, you hear cheering coming from the hallway. It’s Jungkook’s voice.

“Fuck yeah!” he shouts, his voice echoing throughout the hospital. You sigh, knowing that Jeon Jungkook is going to be in your heart for quite a while. For someone who prefers being a lone wolf, he’s the exception.

He always will be from here on out.

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