A/N: A heart wrenching, protective drabble of Javier Peña. Written for the lovely people of Pascal Rascals (and the fic club 😽) I hope you enjoy! (spanish translations are at the bottom)
Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader
Warnings: Kidnapping, Canon typical violence, language, blood, Protective Javi, Soft Javi (let me go cry myself to sleep)
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What a fucking situation you’d gotten yourself into…
You were strapped to a chair in a crumbling building on the outskirts of Medellín miles away from anyone or anything. Standing in front of you was one of Escobar’s lackies. A cigarette leisurely hanging out of his mouth, watching you as his men worked you over.
“Are you ready to talk yet, puta?” He spits the insult in your face, venom dripping from every syllable.
“Not even close.” You spit back but exhaustion was starting to set in. They’d been grilling you for hours and you could already feel your body was breaking out in bruises from the constant punches, jabs, and kicks.
He nods at the man to his left, and in a split second you are receiving a sharp hit to your jaw. Gritting your teeth at the pain, you spit out the blood that flooded your mouth. “Bésame el culo, cabrón.”
“Stubborn bitch.” He mutters as his men continue the beatings. Another jab to the ribs, another kick to the shins, a gut punch with such force behind it, it sends the chair flying backwards with you in it.
Now facing the ceiling with all the air pushed from your lungs, you gasp out attempting to breath. The men around you are laughing at the pain your clearly in. “Maybe she’ll finally talk.” They chuckle to themselves.
Your vision is starting to go cloudy and all you can taste is blood when suddenly you hear a loud bang. You look around and see agents in Kevlar flood the room you’re in, taking the targets down and cuffing them. All of a sudden, your chair is being lifted up and you come face to face with Javi. His eyes are glazed over in panic as he cuts you free of your binds. His breathing is shallow as he lifts you gently out of the chair and carries you outside, your arms immediately wrap around his shoulders, clutching him with all the strength you have left. Outside, in the light of the sun setting, he can see you, all of you and all the bruises and cuts that litter your body. He gasps sharply at your battered appearance, tears welling in the corner of his eyes. With shaky hands he reaches up to touch your face and you lean your cheek into his palm, wincing in pain.
"Oh, carino what have they done to you?" He whispers, his voice tight with anguish. "Y-you weren't answering your phone and I just knew something had gone wrong. I had to come find you, mi corazon, mi alma, mi vida..."
"I'm ok Javi..." You whisper back, sighing into his hand "The thought of you kept me strong mi amor."
He looks deep into your eyes searching them with his own, the brown depths brimming with emotion. He pulls you towards him, his lips colliding with yours. The kiss is passionate and intense, flooding your senses, conveying everything he couldn't say, all his grief at the thought of losing you, and every ounce of love for you he poured into the kiss.
Pulling away, the two of you rest your foreheads together, both catching your breath. "I could never lose you mi amor, I would be empty without you. Never leave me my love..."
***
Spanish Translations
puta - bitch
bésame el culo, cabrón - kiss my ass, motherfucker
carino - dear
mi corazon, mi alma, mi vida - my heart, my soul, my life
A/N: Oh my goodness hi! This is chapter one of quite a few of my first ever fanfic starring my absolute favourite Pedro Pascal’s Agent Whiskey. I feel like I haven’t seen enough fics with him in it and I thought I better write one myself. Feedback and comments are so welcome, I’d love to hear your thoughts, and if you’d like to be tagged for the upcoming chapters just let me know! xxx
Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F! Reader
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Summary: You and Agent Whiskey are long time rivals. As Statesman agents you both have been put up for the same promotion and this mission is your final chance to prove yourself. Have you got what it takes?
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CHAPTER 1: Office Politics
You and Tequila circle each other in the ring, moving expertly as the new recruits looked on, watching your every move. Darting forward you catch him with a sharp jab under the ribs, startling him. He makes his move aiming a strong blow at your jaw, but you duck away with seconds to spare moving just out of his range. Tequila turns around and smiles at you gesturing with his hand for you to come closer. You lunge at him aiming another devastating blow to his stomach, but he knows your play. Sidestepping your punch, he grabs hold of your arm throwing you to the ground and completely winding you. Your eyes go fuzzy as you try to regain your strength. You have to think on your feet. As he’s smiling at the crowd of recruits all of them cheering him on, a grin spreads across your face.
Idiot.
Lightening quick you lift your torso and wrap your legs around Tequila’s shoulder and chest, pulling him to the ground with such momentum it takes all the breath out of his lungs and he wheezes. You quickly throw your legs over his stomach, straddling him and holding him down.
“Alright, alright Vodka! I yield!” He laughs as he realises, he’s been defeated. Again.
You lift off him and help him to his feet. “That’s why you never celebrate before you know you’ve won.” You say addressing the recruits. You heard some snickers from the back, no doubt at Tequila’s expense at his quite sudden defeat.
“Now after Tequila catches his breath…” You chuckle, “we’ll start running through some of the moves we just demonstrated. Its important to tackle different opponents to learn how…” You trail off as Champ enters the training facility.
“I see you are all enjoying your training” Says Champ, his voice a booming presence in the large room, “a little more than I expected.” He smiles over at you and Tequila, “Unfortunately I need to steal Vodka away from you for a short while.”
He nods over at Tequila. Tequila responds in kind, then turns to the recruits. “Alright everyone let’s split off into pairs and practice some of those moves.” You hear him say as you walk out of the room.
You walk down the hallway next to Champ towards the elevator. Stepping in Champ leans forward and pushes the top button. We were heading for the main conference room. As the elevator clunks to life, you slowly leave the basement level and emerge into the bright glow of the afternoon sun. The glass capsule of the elevator allowing a full view across the Statesman distillery, a place you had come to call your home after 8 amazing years of working as an agent. You reminisce as you look out across the large estate, thinking about how you first got here. You were a young runaway, freshly 18, out of luck and out of money. To make ends meet you had become a great pool hustler… and an excellent thief. You were light fingered, quick and if you ever got caught you knew how to defend yourself. However, one day you picked the wrong pocket.
***
Seeing an easy score as you passed through the local fete, an older gentleman decked out in a dashing suit with a matching black Stetson, his wallet practically hanging out of his jacket pocket. You purposefully shoulder past him knocking him lightly, using the opportunity to sneak your hand into his jacket, relieving him of his wallet. Apologising quickly, you continue along, mindful to keep your head down so as not to be spotted later when the gentleman finally realised what had happened. As you rounded the corner to move away from the large crowd you stumbled headfirst into a tall foreboding man in a white Stetson. What is it with the cowboy look in these parts? You thought to yourself.
Attempting to move past him you suddenly feel the grip of a hand on your shoulder. “Now hold on there little one. Just what do you think your doin’?” The stranger drawled as he kept a firm hold on you.
“Nothing,” you said keeping your eyes trained on him as you continued, “Just lookin’ for my parents is all.”
“And what’s that wallet in your hand got to do with finding your parents?” He questions, a small knowing smirk creeping across his face.
You feel panic start to rise through your chest as you realise you might not be able to get out of this, you’re boxed in and the man currently holding you is not someone you think you can beat in hand-to-hand combat. You needed to think on your feet. Standing next to him, resting all your weight on your feet you quickly sweep your right leg forward and then straight backwards, the full force of your body colliding into the back of his knees causing him to crumple onto the floor, releasing his grip on you. He reaches for your ankles, but you see his movements just in time to tumble out of the way. Back on your feet you dash down the path behind the fete tents in a desperate attempt to flee.
You smiled to yourself as you wove your way along, hidden from the hustle and bustle of the fete. You got away you thought as you turned around, only to see the stranger once more. Your face distorting in disbelief and then suddenly everything went black.
Never celebrate before you know you’ve won…
…
You woke to find yourself sat in a soft leather chair in an office lined with rich mahogany bookshelves filled to the brim with books. Swivelling around you find a large window looking out onto a spectacular evening sky, the sun just setting, lighting up the clouds with beautiful orange and purple hues. Shit. How long have I been out? What the fuck happened? You swivel round again to find the door to the office, realising you can hear voices behind it.
“Why on earth did you bring her back here Tequila?”
“I thought she’d make a fine recruit.” That voice you recognised, the stranger from the fete. “She managed to take me down swiftly with no training at all. Not to mention she managed to elude your notice when she grabbed your wallet straight out of your jacket.” You heard a chuckle. So, the other voice must be the gentleman you stole from.
“Well, I’m inclined to agree with you Tequila.” A third voice chimed in, “We’re always on the lookout for new talent and she definitely has potential.”
What on earth had you gotten yourself into?
The three gentlemen entered the office to find you staring directly at them, your fight or flight response kicking in. The panicked look on your face evident as your muscles tensed up.
“Woah, woah, there sweetheart, we’re not here to hurt you.” The older gentleman spoke, “In fact we’re here to offer you a job.” He smiles at you giving you a long hard look up and down, sizing you up.
You look back at the stranger who you now understood was named Tequila, the one who obviously brought you here. “There are better ways of doing that other than knocking a person out cold.” You shoot directly at him with a distasteful glare.
A loud chuckle erupted from the older man at your response. “That’s certainly true young lady.” Turning to address Tequila and the other man in the room, “You’re right she definitely has some fight in her.”
“Am I being held against my will? Or am I allowed to leave?” You shoot back, confusion still evident in your voice.
“Feel free to be on your way.” Grunted the man under the black Stetson, a bruised ego evidently still weighing on him. You smiled at the thought.
“You’re certainly able to leave if that’s what you’d like,” Said the older man giving him a hard stare, “No one will force you to stay. But I hope you’ll hear us out on that job offer I spoke of. I think its high time we introduced ourselves gentlemen. My names Champ, this is Agent Tequila,” Tequila dips his hat to you in response, “and this is Agent Whiskey.”
“Agent?” You responded, surprise registering on your face.
“Yes, Agent. This is Statesman, a secret independent intelligence agency.” Your mouth opens in shock as you listen to Champs explanation. “You’re currently sitting in my office in our Head Quarters in the fine state of Kentucky. And it seems that you may have what it takes to become an agent here if you’d be interested. It’ll take a lot of training and hard work but it’s a very rewarding path to take in life.” You brain running over everything Champ was saying at a 100 miles per hour. “So… what do you think? Are you interested in my offer?”
Purpose, that is what you had been searching for your whole life. Although, it seemed it had found you instead. “Absolutely.” You smiled, what had you got to lose?
***
“We’ve got a new op we need you on.” Champ says as you walk towards the conference room snapping you out of your thoughts. “We’ll run through the specifics when we get there. Now just remember that teamwork is vital here in Statesman and don’t you forget that…” You give Champ a quizzical look. As you open the doors you realise why, finding yourself face to face with the one man in Statesman who knew just how to get under your skin. Agent Whiskey. “Hey there sugar.”
Your confusion quickly changes to distaste as you stare up at the agent, a forced smile plastered across his lips under his black Stetson. His deep brown eyes smouldered with the same distaste you felt. Ever since your fateful first meeting he had disliked you, making sure to be nuisance to you whenever he was able. It’s not like you made it any better, you constantly made an effort to show him up whenever you were competing. Always reminding him of that day you first met especially in front of the other agents, a conversation which never failed to make Whiskey angry, a deep flush making its way across his cheeks, caused by anger or embarrassment you never knew. All you knew was that you loved to tease him and best him whenever you could. You both were professional when you needed to be, always putting the mission first, but your rivalry was always there.
“Hey there Whiskey,” You said through gritted teeth. “So… Champ what is this op that requires Whiskey and I’s expertise?” Directing your question to Champ with a quizzical brow, curious as to what type of mission would require the two of you specifically.
“Well, it seems we have a potential problem right here in our own backyard.” Champ starts as he gestures for the two of you to sit down. As the three of you take your seats, Champ at the head of the table, Whiskey and you across the table from each other, he continues. “We noticed that a few private hospitals and medical centres in the area have been bought up by a company that we had been keeping tabs on called CleanPlanet. They have been managing to stay out of the news, but the company has recently been responsible for some very dangerous drug trials which resulted in a large number of casualties.” He lets out an audibly frustrated sigh. “They have been paying people off and continuing to conduct these trials, and now they may just have the facilities to conduct them on a larger scale. I need the two of you to figure out what is going on, what they are testing at these facilities and what they are trying to achieve. You both have your own strengths that you bring to the table and I need both of you working different angles to get to the bottom of this mess.”
Champ turns to Whiskey, “I need you to infiltrate the higher ups of the company, find out who is running this operation and what they’re trying to accomplish. And Vodka,” He turns to you, “I need you to get a look into the hospitals, find out exactly what trials they’re running and what is happening to the patients of these tests. Make sure you both keep each other up to date on whats happening on your end so you both have all the information you need. Report back to me with any solid leads you have so we can figure out our next move. I need you both to work together on this one alright. So, remember to keep it civil.”
“Yes Champ.” You both say in unison.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He smiles, rolling his eyes. “I also need to tell you that I’ll be keeping a close eye on the both of you. I have thought long and hard about this and I plan on stepping down as the head of this organisation.” Shock registers on Whiskey’s and yours faces but Champ continues talking as if it was just another statement. “I’ve been working here and running this operation for most of my life and I’m gettin’ tired. I want to settle down with the misses on a nice ranch of my own to enjoy the time I have left with her, my kids, and my grandkids. Every minute of this job has been thrilling but I want to start stepping back and making time for my family. After much deliberation I believe one of the two of you would be the best fit for this position. So, consider this mission a final show of skills and strengths before I make my decision on who will be my replacement.”
Unable to wipe the surprise off your face you stutter, “T-Thank you for this opportunity Champ. Its an honour to be considered for this position… I won’t let you down.”
“Yes, thank you Champ it’s a real honour.” Whiskey says with a similar expression to yours evident on his face. For once he doesn’t exude the cocky energy he usually has.
Unfortunately, this doesn’t last long, as he turns to face you once more, a smirk forming on his lips. “Well then Vodka, it seems we have a challenge on our hands… May the best agent win.” You look deep into his eyes, a wicked glint behind them, his lips curled into a mischievous grin.
What an exciting challenge. I look forward to showing him who’s the boss. You think to yourself, an equally cheeky smile spreading across your face.
A/N: Jealous Whiskey, I love him so much I needed to write a one shot for my favourite cowboy. Written for the lovely people of Pascal Rascals (and the fic club 😽 especially you Franki) I hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x F!Reader
Warnings: Canon typical violence, language, blood, Protective & Jealous Whiskey (I’m really killing myself with these soft fics)
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Whiskey and you were leaning up against the bar in this fancy club, you were on a mission and your target was in the corner in a secluded booth. Both of you were subtly keeping tabs on him waiting for the right moment to approach. Whiskey had his arm around your waist his large hand resting on its curve. It was rather distracting you from your main goal, the warmth and presence of his grip clouding your mind. Suddenly Whiskey leans over and whispers in your ear jolting you back to earth.
His voice husky and low, "Hey sugar, I think our target is heading in our direction. Get ready." His breath is hot on your neck sending goosebumps up your skin. Slowly moving away, he licks his lips and smiles back up at you playing the part of the smitten boyfriend so well that you almost believed it. You giggle lightly in response, playing your part whilst trying to cover up the heat that had risen to your cheeks.
You reach for your drink taking a swig and swiftly polishing off your glass of Statesman whiskey to keep your nerves in check. Removing yourself from Whiskeys grasp you turn around to see the target looking you up and down, his eyes resting on your ass. What a creep, you think to yourself, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. The target saunters over to you and puts a hand on your hip his hand gripping tight. He looks over your shoulder, gesturing with his chin at Whiskey, “Are you with this hillbilly cowboy sweetheart? Or can I buy you a drink?” He drawls, his eyes glinting with lust. You look behind you to see a fuming Whiskey, his eyes dark with rage, his gaze fixated on the targets hand and where it was resting, his fists clenched by his sides.
You give him a look trying to tell him to calm the fuck down with your eyes and then look back at your target. Looking back at the target you whisper in his ear, “He’s with me but I’m not his, so your more than welcome to buy me a drink.”
“I’m so very glad to hear it.” He says as he pulls you over to the bar and ordering you some top shelf dark liquor. As you lifted it to your lips you felt his hand move across your back and down to rest on your ass. What a charmer, you thought as you gritted your teeth. You did not want to be touched by this man, but you’d have to endure for the sake of the mission. Smiling up at the target you go to ask him a question when suddenly Whiskey appears in the corner of your eye.
All of a sudden Whiskey’s fist collides with the targets face and you see blood fly out of his mouth. “Stop touching, my girl” He grits out, his eyes filled with rage and his mouth curled into a snarl. You whip around and stare him down angrily.
“What the hell Whiskey?” You yell as he drags you out of the club and swiftly into the side alley, his grip on your arm tight. Ripping yourself from his grip you look back up at him, eyes filled with anger and hurt. “What the fuck do you think your doing? I had that totally under control and you just went ahead and ruined the mission! Just because I bruised your ego by doing my job.” You grit out, angry that he hadn’t trusted you to complete the mission.
His gaze softening, he looks deep into your eyes, “I- I don’t know what came over me sweetheart… I saw him touch you, and I started seeing red. That bastard doesn’t deserve to touch you. No one does…” The words flying from his mouth as he tried to explain his actions. “Not even me…” He whispers, barely audible, but you hear.
“Whiskey what do you mean, what are you trying to say?” You say softly confusion evident on your face. All of a sudden, he crashes his lips on yours as he grasps your waist and pulls you into him. The kiss is bruising and passionate filled with longing. He pulls away and you both gasp catching your breath.
“I’m sorry darling but I can’t hide this any longer, I may not deserve you, but I can’t stand the thought of you being with any other man but me.” He looks at you, deep brown eyes full of worry and hope. You could get lost in those beautiful eyes for the rest of your life. You don’t need to speak; you respond by returning the kiss with one of your own. Deep and crushing as you both give into your desires after waiting for so long. Pulling of his hat you tangle your hand in his soft brown hair and he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you even closer. Finally pulling apart, you look at each other in wonder, “I can’t believe you feel the same way sweetheart…” Whiskey whispers, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. That smile melted your heart.
“How could I resist that adorable southern charm?” You chuckled, happiness filling your heart, the mission completely forgotten as you drowned in the loving gaze of your favourite cowboy…
A pascal rascals request thank you Kait ❤️ a music related one shot with the wonderful Din Djarin.
Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader
Warnings: FLUFF sorry this is very soppy
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Inspired by this song: https://open.spotify.com/track/7y4ipjZbE9AHdSjRGB9GKv?si=Dg_viTUQSN-WajIeltPGFw
Picture credit: The extremely talented and amazing @kayla.bee.marie on instagram and @kaylabeemarie on tumblr. I absolutely adore this illustration! go give her a follow for more beautiful Din and Grogu illustrations! ❤️❤️❤️
You were unceremoniously twirling around the with the little green baby held tight in your arms. He was making the most precious little snorting and giggling sounds as you danced around the cold metal interior which had become the warmest and happiest place in the world for you in the last few months. It was the only place you had ever felt you could call home.
It had been a long few days of waiting for you and the kid, Din had been off hunting a bounty for about 3 days and you had finally run out of things to do. So you had decided that you needed to pick up both of your spirits, especially the little one. He had been moping around all day waiting for his daddy to arrive home, staring at the hull of the ship waiting for it to open. Popping on some music you pulled him up off of the floor you twirled him around singing softly to him. “So please don’t take my love away… let my baby stay…” The kid giggled as you sernaded him, getting louder as you held onto him tight just getting lost in the song. “And where would I be, feeling lonely… separated from my one and only…” The lyrics hit you like a ton of bricks as you realised how much they resonated with you. There was nowhere else in the universe you would rather be than with the kid and the mandalorian. They had become your family. They were all you needed. You continued to softly sing along… “Let my baby stay… let my baby stay…” you were so wrapped up in your head that you didn’t hear the hiss of the hull opening to reveal the glint of a beskar helmet.
Din walked up to the Crest exhausted after collecting his bounty and passing him over to Greef Carga. It had been an especially long three days, being apart from you hurt more and more every time he left. He was worried it would all become too much, the all consuming grief he felt whenever you both had to part. He opened the hull of the ship eager to see you and the kid. All of a sudden the sound of music enveloped him, he smiled as he looked up. He could see you dancing gently with the kid attached to your arms. You were both completely wrapped up in the music and smiling to yourselves. As Din looks at you longer enjoying the moment he realises that you are the one singing. Your voice dripped like honey, serenading the kid, “So please don’t take my love away… let my baby stay…” The sound of it warming Din to his very core, a small smile began to spread across his face under the mask. Nothing had ever made him feel happier.
All of a sudden you and the kid were wrapped up in the strongest arms clad in beskar. You realised that Din had finally arrived home and you hadn’t even realised. Sighing, you looked up at him with a contented smile broad across your features. Closing the hull, separating the three of you from the outside he takes his helmet off, revealing the beautiful grin beaming off of him. “Sweet girl… I never knew you had a voice as beautiful as you…” He spoke softly, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. You giggled lightly, your eyes welling up from the praise and the fact that you hadn’t been this close to him in days. Giving the kid a little scratch on the head Din scooped him up out of your arms. Holding him close Din looks at you happily, extending his hand out to you. “May I have this dance Cyar'ika?” You smiled even wider if that was even possible and took his hand. “I would love that.” Pulling you in closer you breathed in his musky scent. As you rested your head on his chest you sighed happily, “I love you Din.” He looked down at you, his brown eyes filled to the brim with joy. “I love you too Cyar’ika…”
As the three of you continued to spin around the room in a haze of absolute contentment you thought to yourself, “This is all you had ever wanted and all you would ever need in the world…”
A/N: A sweet drabble for a soft sincere Din Djarin. Written for the lovely people of Pascal Rascals (and the fic club 😽) I hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Mando x Gender Neutral!Reader (This is my first time writing gender neutral reader so please let me know if I’ve made any mistakes!)
Warnings: None just lots and lots of fluff SORRY
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It had been a long week, out hunting a particularly elusive bounty and Din was exhausted. He was finally back at the RazorCrest with the bounty in tow, anxious to see you and the kid, it had been too long without your touch on his arm, your voice in his ear, and the smell of your perfume. As they reached the front of the ship the ramp hissed to life, descending towards them. Din walked up the ramp into the hull dragging the bounty behind him. Din’s excitement was evident in the bounce in his step and the bounty chuckled to himself.
"What's all the excitement for Mando?" his voice dripping with mocking, his mouth curled into a sneer.
Din whips around and without a word pushes him headfirst into the carbonite chamber, the bounty's face frozen in shock in the carbonite.
"Good riddance." Din mutters to himself, angry that the bounty had gotten under his skin. Shaking his mind clear of the interaction he looks around the ship for the two of you. Checking every different nook and cranny in the ship he starts to panic. You and the kid were nowhere to be found. All he can see are scattered remnants of your presence. Some strewn about toys of the kids, some of your clothes littering the small bed you shared. But no sign of you.
He runs out of the ship, flicking on the tracking mode on his helmet, scanning the surrounding area for any trace of you. Catching a glimpse of some footprints Din starts running across the terrain desperate to find you. Suddenly he reaches the edge of a large field of yellow flowers.
In the centre he sees the tops of your knees and your resting form nestled into the ground amongst the sea of yellow. He breathes a sigh of relief knowing that you were ok and unharmed. His panic slowly fading as he sees the glint of silver his kid’s little carrier. Wading out through the petals he makes his way towards you, hearing you humming a soft tune to yourself he smiles underneath his helmet. Finally reaching you, he looks down at your soft features and smiling expression. You were basking in the warm golden light of the two suns on this planet, soaking up they’re rays.
You smile up at Din your lashes fluttering open to see his solid form beginning to block some of the sunlight. “Hey there stranger.” You say softly as though you were waking up from a daydream.
“Cya’rika how have you been? Its been a while…” His voice trails off, a sadness filling the silence between you. Feeling the emotion in his tone you pull him down towards you as you sit up, bringing you face to face. Resting your hands on the base of his helmet, your gesture asking permission to remove the metal that separates the two of you. He slowly gives you a slight nod of reassurance. Lifting the beskar off you see his face, unobscured but full of longing, his dark eyes full of emotion.
“Din I…” Your voice falters as his pained expression pierces your heart. Silence falls between you once again as you try to reel in your emotions, your eyes glistening with tears that were about to fall. His expression conveyed so much that you couldn’t take it. How could this warrior, this man, be so broken at the thought of not being with you?
“I missed you so much little one. I missed you and the kid.” He started to ramble, the emotions getting the better of him. “A week is too long without you, it’s been agony…”
“My love,” You say softly to him, a smile of pure happiness spreading across your face. He looks up at you and you rest your hand on his cheek. Sighing Din closes his eyes, relaxing into your gentle touch he had missed so much. “I missed you so much as well, your voice is all I crave in the dark of the night in that stupid metal hull.” You smile, a tear rolling down your cheek.
Smiling back at you Din reaches his ungloved hand to your face to brush the tear away. “Little one, you’re too good to me.” He says as he wraps you in a loving embrace. Gripping you tightly as he strokes your cheek softly. You both needed this, you both needed to be together, holding each other like this.
“Oh don’t deceive me…” Din hummed, continuing the song you had been humming to yourself earlier.
“Oh never leave me…” You continued, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Contentedness washing over you as you breathed in his smell of leather and pine as Din continued to caress your cheek.
Din knew that he would never let anything jeopardise this incredible love he had found, he would die before he’d let anything happen to you or the kid. You were his world, and he was yours.
A/N: Alright so this is Chapter 3 of this fic, I got a little carried away with this chapter that's why the word count is more than last time. We're starting to get into the thick of it now! I have a feeling that each chapter will probably get longer and longer as I go cause I'm just enjoying writing it so much. Feedback and comments as always are so welcome, I’d love to hear your thoughts, and if you’d like to be tagged for the upcoming chapters just let me know! xxx
Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F! Reader
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Summary: You and Agent Whiskey are long time rivals. As Statesman agents you both have been put up for the same promotion and this mission is your final chance to prove yourself. Have you got what it takes?
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Warnings: Slight Language, Canon-typical violence (got heavier on this one, blood, pain, choking, weapon usage)
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CHAPTER 3: Infiltrate The Enemy
Driving through city, listening to the soft sounds of the radio, you head towards the hospital. Mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead you run through your fake persona. You were going undercover as a young medical student in training that had been transferred from your university to take up a short placement at the CleanPlanet facilities. With all that you had learnt over the years helping Ginger out with certain tech and patching up different injuries you felt that you had a slight grasp on some basic medical terminology and concepts. You simply needed to blend into the background and focus on the mission at hand.
Continuing along you begin to leave the hustle and bustle of the city life, moving further out into the outskirts of town. The hospital was in a more remote area, another way to keep suspicious, prying eyes away from their experiments you thought, as you continued along the rather empty road. As you approach the multi storeyed hospital complex you notice the large wire fence which circled the perimeter of the area, the gates at the front wide open for visitors. You drive onto the lot and park in the staff area to the right, inside the gate. Taking a deep breath, you collect yourself, brushing the loose strands of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail and tucking them behind your ear. Pulling out the earpiece from the small box that Ginger had given you, you quickly tuck it behind the arm of your glasses at the top of your ear to hide it from view.
Grabbing your bag from the backseat of the car, you take out your lab coat that Ginger had given you and pulled it over your shoulders. Pulling your knees up you pull your small throwing knives out of your duffle, strapping a few to your thighs. You weren’t about to go into this hostile situation without being prepared. Pulling your lab coat around you to cover up your hidden weapons you hop out of your personas rundown car and start walking towards the hospitals main entrance. Curiously, you notice a lot of doctors, other professionals, and a few security guards here and there wandering around the perimeter of the fence.
You counted about 23 people in total from what you could see, some talking together, some having a cigarette break, and so on. But as you look closer, you realise that all these seemingly random people dappled around were wearing communication earpieces. On some of the security guards you even noticed the outline of a handgun tucked into the back of their shirts. It seemed that the hospital was on high alert and extremely well-guarded. Everything was going to be just fine, just blend in and focus. You’ve got this. You murmur to yourself to ease your nerves, focusing on embodying the new persona you needed to become. Out of the corner of your eye you notice a strikingly familiar shiny blue chrome. You turn ever so slightly to see that Whiskey’s car was parked in the visitor’s area around the side of the hospital. I suppose Duke Silver has already arrived…
Heading inside you walk over to the information desk flashing your ID badge to the receptionist. “I’m the new student transfer here for my placement from the University of Texas, where am I heading?” You query, putting a quiver into your voice, you wanted to really sell the part of the first-time med student. The woman behind the desk gestures behind you. “Down the hall and to your left sweetheart…” Looking at you she smiles; she must see the nervousness you were portraying. “You’ll do just fine darlin, Doctor Violet will be mentoring you and she is just downright lovely. You’ve got nothing to be worried about.”
Continuing to fake your anxious energy, you tuck an invisible hair behind your ear activating your earpiece in one swift movement. Thanking the woman profusely you head in the direction she had gestured. The hospital was abuzz with activity all around you patients being moved, doctors and nurses chatting amongst each other, people waiting for their loved ones. It certainly looked and felt like a real hospital, an impressive cover, you thought to yourself. As you continue further down the hallway, the herd of people starting to thin, you realise you were moving towards the staff offices in the back. Looking around quickly to make sure you were out of earshot of anyone you speak quietly to yourself attempting to communicate with Whiskey on the other side of the hospital. “Hey Whiskey, my lines open, just holler if you run into any trouble.”
You hear a sharp crackle coming from your earpiece as Whiskey turns his earpiece on. “Likewise, Vodka,” he says, his voice unusually quiet, “I’m currently in the waiting room outside Howard’s office, there’s a few other wealthy looking gentlemen and women in here with me, who I assume will also be receiving a tour of the facilities… I’ll be right here if you need me, sunshine.” He purposely drew out his nickname he had for you, his voice dragging out every syllable. You could practically hear the smirk in his whispered tone.
Chuckling internally, you click your earpiece off so as not to distract your partner, or vice versa. You continued along towards Dr Violets office, turning around the corner and almost colliding into the other students gathered outside her door. There was about 4 of them in total, 5 including yourself. Shit, you need to be more careful. Anyone could have heard you. You look around to the others but they we’re all completely focused, eyes trained on the blue door which read “Dr. Octavia Violet M.D.”
Suddenly, the door swings open causing the other students to jump in surprise. Out from the office steps a prominent figure, a tall and dashing woman dressed in deep navy suit with a black button up underneath, a black tie wrapped around her neck. Brown hair wrapped into a low bun and round glasses resting on the bridge of her nose she exuded the air of highly intelligent and respected medical practitioner. Adjusting your lab coat and pushing your glasses up your nose, you continue to emulate a feeling of nervousness. This wasn’t too difficult a task as you already felt rather intimidated and yet oddly impressed by this woman. Her presence felt powerful, a quiet strength about her, shown in the way she carried herself.
“Hi there everyone, you all must be my new placement students,” She spoke, a kind smile plastered on her face. “I’m Dr Violet, I’ll be looking after you while you’re here with us over the next few weeks.” After all of you had introduced yourself separately, she began to lead you out towards the main part of the hospital, “It’s lovely to meet you all, now if you’d follow me its time I showed you around our facilities here at CleanPlanet so that you can become familiar with your new place of work.” Her black stilettos clicked as she walked, taking you past the reception desk and deeper into the hospital. Walking behind her with the other students in tow you noticed a small intricate scar poking out from underneath her jacket collar. You rest your index finger on your glasses attempting to use the tech to get a closer look. Managing to take a slightly zoomed in picture before she whips back around to address her small group of attentive pupils, you curse lightly under your breath and move further back.
You’d have to try to get a better look at whatever that was later, you couldn’t afford to draw any suspicion to yourself in such a small group. Dr Violet looks over her new students and begins to speak, “Alright so this first wing is the main hospital ward, we have different stations for certain requirements and specialists scattered around so we can accommodate a good number of inpatients here. Now further along…” Moving again the group walks further into the hospital into a more private area with sectioned off rooms and areas, “This is where we have our specialist medical, surgical and psychiatric wards. The main ward and these areas will be where you spend the majority of your time while on placement as the other side of the hospital is mainly outpatient facilities such as the A&E and the ICU.” She turned back to look at the group as she continued, “One of our main purposes here at CleanPlanet is to run test trials of experimental, but potentially lifesaving new procedures and medications,” You ears perk up at this statement, this might be what you needed to look further into.
The drug tests had seemed to be the source of the fatalities and illnesses that you had discovered in your research. “This is something we are very proud of and something you will be helping assist with. Trial subjects will need to be prepped for these new tests and made comfortable especially for certain surgeries and medications.”
You attempted to jot down some notes in a small note pad you had brought in your bag to appear as studious as some of her other pupils. You needed to keep a low profile. But on the inside your mind was reeling, what did she mean by making the patients comfortable and prepped for these trials and why would it be the student’s task to do this? If anything, it seemed that this would be a potential way to take the blame off CleanPlanet and its employees. If the students administered any medication to an unsuspecting patient, CleanPlanet would get away scot free, getting yet another unsuspecting party to do their dirty work.
As your mind processed this new information you realise that you had zoned Dr Violet out, “… we’ll be running you through what trials we’ll be running and what we’ll be getting you to do further along. Please follow me.” Walking further into these more secluded surgery and prep rooms you began to feel an unsettling ambience fill the space. The hallway had become starker, with fewer staff, the temperature had dropped to reflect the much colder and highly sanitised appearance of your new surroundings. The staff that were around had stern appearances and were adorned in different protective gear. Some wearing masks and protective goggles with some even wearing full hazmat suits. Dr Violet led you into one of the larger rooms off the main hallway and as you walked in provided each of you with a face mask of your own.
What on earth was going on here? You turn to look at Dr Violet once more, she was standing in front of a small group of staff who were sitting at multiple different desks with computer monitors in front of them. All of them were facing towards one wall in the room with what appeared to be a large, shadowed frame set into it. Each staff member was also wearing a facemask which covered their nose and mouth, jotting down notes and adjusting certain information on their screens.
It appeared to be a human x ray with different vital sign information down the side, as you peered further forward towards the screen closest to you to try and get a better look, your train of thought is suddenly interrupted by Dr Violets voice. “Alright students, we’re about to run you through a preparation and procedure of one of our focal trials here at CleanPlanet.” A mask now covering the bottom half of her face. She snapped her fingers and suddenly the frame on the wall behind her burst into vivid colour. You could see behind her a patient sitting on a small medical bed, a young male. Pale under the luminescent glow of the white medical lights, he looked almost translucent. You realised that the frame on the wall must be a one-way mirror allowing you a protected view into an adjacent medical suite.
A doctor stood over the boy, who couldn’t be more than your age, with a forced happy demeanour plastered across his face. You saw the doctors mouth moving but heard no sound to accompany it, the boy nodded in agreement and then signed a sheet of paper that the doctor held out for him on a clipboard. As the boy laid down onto the bed the doctor exited the room and you tapped your glasses frame lightly once more to begin to film what you were seeing, you had a feeling this was going to be important.
Dr Violet continued to speak as that same doctor entered the room you were standing in. “This is pivotal new research that we’ve been conducting to find a treatment for some of the big incurable diseases that plague the human race.” As she continued to speak you couldn’t bring yourself to turn in her direction, your eyes locked onto the room through that you could see through the frame. You began to notice the white cushioned padding covering the entirety of the walls within the room, and a large pit of concern began to open in your stomach. Why did it look like a cell in a mental institution in there…? “For this particular experiment we have been testing out an anaesthetic gas which aims to heighten the strong cells within the body to naturally fight off the illnesses and ailments which plague the patient.” Dr Violet explains to the students.
Suddenly you see a cloud of pale-yellow gas erupt from the ceiling above the patient. It starts to fill up the medical suite in front of your eyes as the young man squirms worriedly on the medical bed. The gas slowly engulfs the room, so thick that you can no longer see the patient. Everything is quiet for a few moments as everyone holds their breath in suspense. Suddenly the screens on front of the medical staff begin to flash in a warning red, the computers making load concerning beeps. All of a sudden you see the monitored heart rate on one of the screens plummet to zero and then shoot back up to over 200 beats per minute.
Dr Violet looks over at one of the screens with a concerned expression on her face. She leans closer to the window frame in front of her, trying to see further in when all at once there is load crack. A fist slams into the mirror with a huge amount of brute force only millimetres away from Dr Violets face. She recoils back out of shock from the sudden noise but quickly steadies herself, shaking off any worry in her now drawn expression. You continue to watch in horror as some of the gas begins to dissipate, revealing the maddened face of the patient through the mirrored frame. He was slamming himself repeatedly into the wall trying to break through the glass that separated us from him.
“Unfortunately…” The doctors voice cut through the shock that had paralysed your body, “Not every test is a success.” She trails off looking back at the boy behind the glass. His eyes were red and wild as he frantically ran around the room smacking into every possible surface, desperate to escape. He gripped the sides of his head with his hands, his face contorting in agony as an unheard scream ripped through him. He collapsed to the ground on his knees, his body shuddering in pain. You could see blood begin to drip down his cheeks out of his ears onto the floor, staining the stark white room with a deep and ominous red. Finally he collapses onto the floor, the life drained from his body, blood seeping and creating a halo around the crown of his head.
Dr V begins listing off some of the side effects of this new test such as migraines, nausea, everything up to internal bleeding. “This is a particularly exceptional case, a sharp learning curve for our testing. One of the many exciting trials and tribulations of scientific progress!” A smile lighting up her features, her whole-body tense with excitement. How could she be excited about what had happened here? You thought as your attempted to hide the pure shock and panic that was screaming out on the inside. All at once you see a few medical assistants in hazmat suits pull the lifeless body of the boy out of the suite in front of you. The room then floods with water from the sprinklers embedded in the ceiling, washing the blood down the small drain under the patient bed. “Bring in the next test subject.” Says one of the medical techs into a microphone.
No sooner had the room been cleared it had been filled again, a new patient being sat on the bed, a young woman, her face tired and worn. She had no idea what was about to happen. The view to the suite goes black once more, obscuring it from view and you and the rest of the students are hurriedly being ushered out of the room by Dr V. Everyone pulls their masks off as they leave, it seems everyone was a bit shaken from that experience. Still reeling from what you had just witnessed you keep your gaze fixed to the floor away from the prying eyes of the doctor. She continues walking and talking but you can no longer hear anything she says, your head is pounding. You need to get back there and get all the test information onto a hard drive for Statesman. You need to figure out how far this really goes. Looking up once more you raise your hand. Dr Violet looks directly at you, her gaze piercing you to your very core. “Yes?” She queries.
“May I be excused to go to the restroom Doctor?” You say, a slight quiver in your voice, this was certainly no act.
“Of course, there’s nothing wrong with having a slightly weak constitution.” Looking you up and down she waves her hand, gesturing for you to leave. “Go collect yourself. You can catch up with us further along.”
“Thank you Doctor.” Gripping tightly onto your notebook you dash back down away from the rest of the group as they continue along. You duck into the bathroom that you had passed earlier, quickly checking that there was no one else inside. Walking up to one of the sinks you look at your reflection in the mirror. Your complexion had paled from the shock of what you had witnessed, and your hands trembled as you gripped onto the ceramic of the basin fighting to keep yourself upright. Turning on the faucet you quickly splash some water across your face. You needed to get a grip and focus. You had a job you needed to do.
Tapping your earpiece, you open the communication line, exhaling softly to calm your nerves. “Whiskey, are you there?” Hearing another crackle, you hear his line open.
“I’m here Vodka, whaddya need sugar?” He says voice quiet, speaking only loud enough for you to hear.
“Ok well there have been some developments on my end, I’m about to head back into the lab we just left where my eyes were subjected to some pretty traumatic stuff…” You trail off recalling the horrific scene.
“What happened??” He queries, worry present in his tone of voice. You recount everything you had seen to him so he could get a full picture of what the hell was going on. “That sounds positively concerning…” Whiskey sighs audibly through the comm. “Well, I’m currently getting a wrap up of the facility tour from Howard so keep me on the line while you execute this and holler if you get into to any trouble.”
“Will do, Agent.” Quickly exiting the bathroom, you look down the hallway in the direction of your medical group, seeing no evidence of them and hearing nothing you begin to move in the opposite direction. Heading back towards the medical lab you quicken your pace, making use of the apparent emptiness of the hallway to reach your destination quicker.
“Jeez Vodka, you’re breathing so hard I think I’m going to go deaf in this ear.” Whiskey quips.
“Excuse me for thinking timing is of the essence in this situation cowboy.” You mutter to yourself angrily, as you reach the door to the medical lab you had visited earlier. Wary to keep your voice low, you didn’t know what was on the other side of that door. You hear Whiskey chuckle to himself, laughing at your constant irritation towards him. Ignoring him you turn the handle and hearing a soft click you push the door open.
Stepping inside the dark room you see two lab techs turn from their computers to face you. “I’m so sorry, I think I left something of mine in here earlier…” you glance around the room assessing your options. You need to get these two out of the way quickly so that you can access the information you need before anyone else comes back. Spotting a stapler on the desk closest to you amongst other scattered office supplies you quickly pick it up and open it. Looking back at the lab techs, you throw them a meagre smile.
“Sorry about this…” You mutter quietly, throwing the stapler into the air and in one swift movement you throw yourself into a cartwheel, flipping your leg forward, kicking the stapler directly in the middle, snapping it in half with the edge of your heel. The two ends of the stapler fly as you return to an upright stance, each side hitting the two lab techs square on their forehead, knocking them out cold. You smirk to yourself, proud of your efficient work.
“Everything under control Vodka?” You hear Whiskeys voice in your ear.
“Everything is under control.” You say as you dash over to the closest computer to you, rolling the lab tech who was slumped over in his own office chair out of the way. Pulling a hard drive out of your back pocket you quickly plug it into the port on the side of the computer screen. Tapping a few keys like Ginger taught you, the entire computer log begins to copy over to your hard drive. Files start to flick across the screen showing you all you ever needed to know about the trials they were running. Pictures of patients flit across the screen, hundreds of people with deceased written in bold red letters across their files. “My god…” you say, your voice catching as the number of files continue to rise.
“What’s going on there Vodka?” You hear a mutter in your ear.
“Whiskey I…” You trail off unable to comprehend how many people had been used and tossed aside for this drug trial. “I cannot believe how many patients they’ve gone through for this drug Jack…” You using his real name throws Whiskey for a loop. He knows how serious this must be if all the sarcasm and snipes had left your voice completely. You continue talking, trying to keep your nerves in check as the picture of the boy from earlier flashes onto the screen, the same words across his picture in red. “The drug they’re testing is an anaesthesia type gas which they’re calling Sunflower… It seems that in most of the cases it takes the patients about a week to experience the more intense symptoms and then eventually…” Trailing off again, your silence saying everything you couldn’t seem to articulate.
All of a sudden, the door to the lab opens and you see the frame of Dr Violet step inside. She quirks her eyebrow at you and glances at her two unconscious techs, down to the hard drive and then back up at you. You hear a small beep come from the computer notifying you that the upload had been completed. You quickly snatch the drive out of the computer as Dr V stared you down.
Looking at you with a knowing smile she puts her hand out towards you. “I think I’ll be taking that off your hands sweetheart.” She says with her hand outstretched.
“I don’t think so Violet.” You say as you quickly pocket the drive, bringing your hands to hover over the knives strapped to your thighs, bracing for a fight.
A crackle comes through your earpiece suddenly, “Vodka, is everything alright?”
You have no time to respond because all at once Dr V goes in for a jab directly into your stomach. Catching you off guard, you keel over in shock and from being suddenly winded, gripping your stomach. “That’s Doctor to you.” Dr V quips. Gasping, desperately trying to regain your breath you pull out one of your knives from your thigh holster and lunge at her, aiming a blow for her shoulder.
Expecting the blade to sink into soft flesh you put all your weight and strength behind your throw. The knife collides with her shoulder, but nothing happens. You hear the clang of metal clashing. Instead of sinking in, the blade slashes downwards, cutting through her lab coat and her suit revealing a metal covering underneath. The force that should have impacted the doctor reverberates back into your arm sending a jarring shock through your body. Quickly recovering you kick out directly at her left leg landing a heavy blow which forces her to recoil back.
Both catching your breath you stare the doctor down. “How could you possibly think what you’re doing here is ok?” You pant out getting ready for your next move.
“We’re trying to improve the world, make people stronger… but sometimes you have to crack a few bad eggs before you find the right one.” She says matter-of-factly, as she nurses her leg.
You both resume a fighting stance readying yourselves. “You’re hurting so many people just to achieve that goal, can’t you see that the harm outweighs any potential good you’re trying to accomplish?” You throw back at her, a venomous anger reaching your voice at her absolute callousness to the situation. You throw your other blade attempting to take her by surprise and incapacitate her, aiming for her already injured leg. The knife hits its mark with deadly accuracy, sinking into the flesh of her thigh. Dr Violet cries out in pain, sucking air through her teeth as she controls her reaction. She flicks her gaze away from the knife sticking out of her leg back at you, a new fury in her eyes.
“Sunshine are you handling the situation?” You hear Whiskeys tense voice in your ear.
Dr Violet runs at you throwing her non injured leg out kick you hard in the ribs. You grunt in pain, exhaling sharply. Without giving you a chance to recover she grabs you by the throat and clamps her fingers down, restricting any air flow into your lungs. She lifts you up with one arm by the neck keeping you from being able to breath. You grasp her hand with both your own, trying to tear her fingers away from your throat, trying to let any amount of air reach your lungs. She holds you there like you weigh almost nothing, looking you up and down. You thrash out with your legs trying to somehow escape from her grasp as black spots start to cloud your vision.
“Sweetheart?!” You hear Whiskey in your ear once more, his voice riddled with concern. Trying to choke out a response to your partner as your voice cracks, “P-Please…” is all you can muster. You feel yourself start to slip out of consciousness in the doctor’s vice like grip. You hear her calm voice as your body movements start to slow and weaken, “I think you will make a fine new test subject for our trial.” She says with a large smirk gloating at you, her new prize.
All you hear as you finally succumb to unconsciousness is Whiskey yelling your name through the com as your body collides with the floor…
