His greatest ally 4/4 chapters
You are the newest concubine to the Emperor, little things are slipping between the cracks, and you've never been one to stand back when something can be done- so you do what you do best. Quietly solve problems. Slowly he finds who's behind it all.
Cw: slow burn, sukuna being sukuna, implied rough sex (not reader), political drama, socialite bullying, discusson of plagues, mild description of pain and screaming, loss of virginity, slow first time, cunnilingus, fingering
Chapter one: Problem Solver
Chapter two: Meeting him
Chapter three: It's you, isn't it?
Chapter four: His at Last
Rating: This chapter is rated T for Teen, any following chapters may change in rating
Warnings: Dave gets his own warning, brief mentions of abuse, wounds, medical treatment, shady people, explosions, dead bodies, and illusions to the Equalizer 2
Summary: You have been picked up by some government agent and taken to a remote location. This place has been roped off by police and no one else has been permitted to enter. It was just a storm. What could've happened to warrant this kind of reaction?
A/N: Welcome to the first Meeting Him prompt! Your adventure begins here where it all ended for your chosen man. More choices will come as my mutuals write to this, and if we get more writers, then more choices will come!
Hurricane season has always been horrible. You’d seen the devastation in the south. Heard of the monstrous typhoons to hit Asia. The death toles. The calls for action. That’s why you became a volunteer for the Red Cross. Aside from having a love for helping people, being a first responder or medical aid was in your blood so to speak. Your mother was a RN in your local hospital, your grandfather a medical officer in the military. They taught you everything you know.
What you don’t understand is why you were escorted to this specific location, and why no one else was allowed to know what was going on. The skies above the island have yet to begin to clear. Thankfully the wind has died down at least. The creaking of the sodden wood bridge bodes no confidence to you that it will hold together long enough for your venture. Neither does the town if you’re being honest with yourself. The open face of the small strip of landscape left everything upon its sand open to the brutal attack of the wind and rain. While the majority of the structures still stand, immense amounts of repairs will have to be done. You had heard from some police that not only had there been damage from the storm winds, but the old bakery exploded after the evacuation. They seemed unsure if it was a gas line or an old generator, and unwilling to talk to you about it. They did assure you that you were safe to go ashore though.
After having stood at one end of a long bridge, your mysterious escort returns to you after speaking with local authorities. You continue to comply with the orders they give you as you continue to pretend to ignore the body bag you can see in the ambulance behind them. You re-enter their clearly government issued car, you cross the still churning water, and continue into the little seaside town. What you see is no longer a surprise until you see what the police were talking about. No wonder they didn’t want to talk about it. That building didn’t explode by accident from what you could tell. Passing the wrecked husk of a building your car stops outside of a simple home. You can imagine a loving couple living here, maybe with their children and pets. A happy family until the storm came and they left for better shelter.
Your escort comes around to open your door. You step out with your medical bag and wait for more orders. The agent walks you to the door of the home where it opens to reveal a man inside. He’s an older gentleman, maybe mid to late fifties. He looks tired and worn down from years of hard work. He must be very dedicated to his job. He welcomes you both into what you learn is his home and are shown to the sitting room. There a young man sits with his leg wrapped. Ok! This makes sense for you to be here. This kid obviously needs help. Perhaps he got hurt trying to get in during the storm. Maybe he was clumsy. Your understanding again evaded you as you saw the kid’s wound. This is a gunshot wound. Clean shot, in and out. He’ll keep his leg and have one hell of a story to tell. But why can he tell this story?
Your first thought is that he’s being abused. The man you met first could be his father or uncle. They got mad for nothing and took it out on him. If so then why all the secrecy? Child and domestic abuse cases aren’t things the government tries to hide. As you work on the kid you can see the agent and the man speaking. They keep glancing over to a spot you can’t see from where you’re crouched. Perhaps that is the true secret. When you finish with the kid the agent brings you over. The man begins explaining why you’re here as you patch him up.
You were chosen from among the Red Cross volunteers for your dedication to helping the injured and for your strength of character. You work well under pressure and do not hold back your opinions of others unless one hundred percent necessary. You’re here to treat three patients. One child and two adults. Nothing critical or requiring surgery.
Upon hearing that there’s a third patient you stop in your tracks. Who else could be here? Hell, the two you’ve seen shouldn’t be here considering there was a mandatory evacuation for the island. The man sees your hesitation and stands. He moves to a door that was behind you. He opens it to reveal another man, bound and gagged, sitting on the floor. He looks up at you through squinted eyes, no longer used to the bright sunshine. He has visible lacerations across his chest and bruises from blunt force trauma blooming where you can see his skin. Someone has patched him already, but it needs to be redone because -
Is he wet?
You look to the agent for permission to approach. He assures it’s safe, figuring you can guess why he’s tied up at all. As you near him you can see he is in fact soaked through all layers of clothes. His short brown hair sticks to his forehead or frizzes out in different directions. His dark orbs track each of your movements as if hunting prey. He flinches when you reach out to touch. To push you away or to grab you, your unsure. Reflexes from some kind of training you guess. Judging by his clothes, he’s military of some kind. You peel his layers and expose his skin. A smattering of chest hair greets you but the red angry cuts steal your attention. You request a change of clothes for the man then begin to clean his wounds.
It's difficult to not stare. He's clearly fit under all his tactical gear. A little soft around his stomach though. Accompanying his burning gaze is also a tired, but more frustrated shadow. One he seems content to throw your way. He quietly huffs and grunts as you clean him up. Your mind quickly goes into the gutter the longer you listen. He's married, you remind yourself. He has a wedding ring in his hand.
A couple hours later, you’re filled in on the series of events that lead to this moment. Assassinations, cover ups, old friends, mid storm rescues. It’s almost too much. You take a moment to breathe. Stepping outside, you’re met with another government issued vehicle. This one an SUV instead of a sedan. Two agents exit the vehicle to enter the home. They leave the home with whom you now know as Dave York in custody. He stares at you as you watch everything unfold. Never shifting away from your frozen form. A trained assassin, a contract killer, and he has his eyes on you.
