Eighteen long months since Dennis had seen you. Eighteen months since he had been able to kiss you, hold you, and do anything a loving couple would do together. You two had met in High School in Nebraska before you both moved to Pennsylvania so Dennis could pursue his career in medicine. He was starting to forget how you smelled and looked like. Your last known location was somewhere in Russia, or at least that was the last address you had used to send him a letter. He didn't exactly like when you signed up for the US army, but he wasn't going to ask you to give up your dream either. It didn't make him worry less though. Days were starting to melt together, shifts grew long and blurry, Dennis was questioning when the hell you were coming home, if ever. "Huckleberry, who's Army Dreamer? They're calling you." Santos nudged him, just the nickname making him jerk out of his thoughts. "Hello?" he murmured into the speaker, walking off and going into T4 for privacy. "Denny, oh thank God. I don't have much time for a call but I just had to." you sighed, relieved that he picked up. "Baby? Holy shit, I didn't- It's been so damn long." Dennis felt the tears in his eyes. "I know, hun. I'm so sorry, I'm in Brazil now, so a little closer. I have so many little trinkets for us to put up." You joked, "I love you, Dennis." He didn't have time to say it back before the line went dead.
Dennis returned to work, not feeling any better. Sure, you might be closer but you weren't home. He needed you home. He wanted you home. Y'alls apartment felt just a tad colder when he got home, the bed feeling a little too big again. He hated having these spells over missing you. He always did, but it was when he noticed the lack of you is when it really got to him. By a few days, he still wasn't fully there.
"Hey, Whitaker. I need you to do a stitch in T3, just something smaller for ya." Dr. Langdon smiled, "Yeah, I can totally do that." Dennis nodded as he started walking off. He didn't see how the other nurses and doctors were watching him and smiling like they were hiding secrets. "Hello, I'm Dr. Whitaker and I will be the one to stitch you up today." Dennis greeted, not fully paying attention as he opened the curtain. "That sounds great, Doc." You smiled before his head was shooting up from his clipboard. "You..You're…Holy shit." Dennis nearly dropped his papers and pen. There you were, perfectly in place from what he could see, uniform in perfect condition, your hair a bit longer due to being overseas instead of at base. You didn't get a moments notice before Dennis was crashing into you, nearly sobbing. "Hey, hey…Denny, it's okay." Despite your words, Dennis could only focus on the fact that you were right here. "Your home, I can't believe your home." He choked on the words, a death grip on you. "I'm home, Darlin. Im home." You reassured, pulling back to kiss him. You pulled back just a little to bring his face upwards, your lips pressing to his. It was only then when Dennis could actually focus on breathing. "Whitaker, take the day off. You and your soldier have a lot of catching up to do." Dr. Robby smiled from one of the nurse desks. "Yes, boss." Dennis didnt even look bacl once as he grabbed your hand. Both of you chuckling as the noises of the city greeted you in the sunshine. He stopped walking halfway down the sidewalk and pulled you into him again, slower this time. Intentional. Like he needed to memorize it properly. His hands slid up your back, pressing you close, forehead dropping to yours.
“You didn’t let me say it back,” he murmured. Your smile softened, knowing he meant the phone call days ago. “I know.”
“I love you.” The words came out steady this time. Certain. “I love you so much it makes me sick sometimes.” Your thumb brushed under his eye where tears had dried earlier. “Good. I’d be offended if it didn’t.” He laughed through his nose, shaking his head. “God, you’re still you.” “And you’re still dramatic, Doc.”
You both stood there for a second too long, traffic moving around them, the city alive and uncaring while his entire world had just realigned. You started walking again, fingers laced together like they used to be every day. Dennis kept glancing at you like you might disappear if he blinked too long. "Hey." You murmured, ringing him out of his thoughts. "What?" You smile at his question. "Im okay. Im here. Im home." The teasing tone was gone. This was the real voice. The one you used when you knew he’d been spiraling quietly. "I know that." He tries to reassure. "You don't, Denny." You gave him that little look and he was crumbling. "No, I don't. I got so used to missing you, I dont know what to do now." He admits, voice going watery. You stopped again, this time pulling him closer by the front of his scrubs. “I’m okay. I’m here. I came back to you.” His jaw clenched, emotion rising again but steadier now. Less panic. More relief. "Y'know…i never got used to missing you." You nodded before Dennis kissed you again — not rushed, not desperate like in the ER. As if he was reclaiming something that had always been his. When you finally pulled apart, foreheads resting together, he smiled in a way he hadn’t in months.
“C’mon,” he said quietly. “Let’s go home.”
And this time, when he said it, it didn’t feel cold.
Kyle Garrick stood with his arms folded, absolutely pissed.
Someone had botched a movement drill earlier that day—
Left cover too soon, exposed their entire fire team. Could’ve gotten everyone killed in a live op.
A mistimed signal, an exposed flank, it didn’t matter who did it.
In the SAS, mistakes like that don’t happen.
Gaz didn’t raise his voice when it happened; he just made a note.
Now the whole platoon was paying for it.
“Right then,” Garrick said, voice carrying easily over the wind. “Since one of you decided to forget the difference between cover and bloody daylight, you all get to make it right. Fifty laps. Full kit. Move.”
The afternoon sky hung low and pale over the Hereford training grounds, the air heavy with that stillness that comes before the rain.
Boots pounded against the dirt, packs heavy, rifles bouncing against shoulders.
Dust rose behind the platoon, clinging to sweat-damp skin.
The first laps were bearable. Gaz jogged alongside, barking time and corrections.
The heat of effort built in everyone’s muscles. Sweat rolled down faces. Lungs ached.
By lap twenty, the burn had settled deep in legs and shoulders. Someone started to lag. A trooper stumbled, cursed under his breath.
The rhythm began to falter.
You didn’t.
By lap thirty, the first drops of rain started to fall.
A fine mist at first, the kind that tricked you into thinking it might pass.
But then the wind shifted, and the drizzle turned into a downpour, hammering against helmets, soaking through fatigues in seconds.
The dirt underfoot turned to slush, and soon the entire platoon was trudging through a sucking, brown mire.
Gaz didn’t stop them.
He didn’t even raise his voice. He just called out, steady as ever, the rain punctuating each order like the tick of a metronome.
Mud splashed up to their knees, slicking faces, soaking through uniforms. One by one, the platoon began to falter.
All except one.
You.
Even through the sheets of rain, Garrick noticed you, steady stride, back straight, water dripping from your chin as you powered on.
When he shouted commands, you answered simply, clear over the storm.
Always the same tone, always with the same smile.
You didn’t stumble. Didn’t complain. Just ran.
The rain came down harder, the ground turned to sludge, and more troopers faltered out of formation.
Garrick’s jaw tightened.
You wouldn’t break.
And it was infuriating.
Your movements remained constant, and your face stayed the same mud-smeared, calm, that faint grin never faltering as you called back to every command.
By now, muscles were past burning. The ache had turned dull, then distant,that strange edge of exhaustion where the body starts to move on instinct alone.
The world narrowed to rhythm: step, breathe, blink.
Pain faded into something else. Just sound, boots squelching, the patter of rain on gear—
Gaz’s commands in the storm.
And your replies came steady when called.
Across the field, under the awning of a hangar, Soap and Ghost watched in silence.
Soap leaned forward, squinting through the downpour. “Gaz is puttin’ ‘em through it.”
Ghost’s eyes tracked you, unblinking. “One’s not cracking.”
Soap shook his head. “No one lasts this long in Gaz’s drills. No one.”
After fifty laps, Gaz called a halt.
Everyone looked wrecked.
Everyone except you—
Mud-smeared, soaked to the bone, still standing at attention like it was inspection day.
It was only when the medic ran out again that Gaz looked away from you.
“It’s done, sergeant!” the medic shouted over the wind. “You lot will catch hypothermia if you stay out here any longer!”
Gaz turned, he had been too focused on you to notice the cold seeping in.
You were still in position, eyes fixed on him through the rain.
With a begrudging nod and a tight-lipped look, Gaz called dismissal.
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He found one of the corporals in the mess. “That recruit,” he said. “From today. Any background?”
The corporal blinked, frowning. “Sir? Don’t really know, to be honest. Joined on transfer from… somewhere. Doesn’t talk much.”
Another trooper overheard and shrugged. “Loner type. Don’t drink, don’t gossip. Just trains.”
Garrick frowned. “No one’s held a conversation?”
“Not really, sergeant. Shows up. Works harder than anyone. Smiles a lot.”
That didn’t sit right with him. SAS units were small.
They didn’t get mystery soldiers, not here.
But that’s what you were.
He wasn’t sure what unsettled him more—
Your endurance, or the fact that no one really knew who you were.
Another one, thank you.
Need more Gaz rep I love the lad he’s right deadly
it'd all started not even an hour ago, after you'd all touched down on base again from the last mission. exhaustion weighed down your bones, dark circles rimmed your eyes. now was the time for a hot cup of tea, a kiss on the forehead, and a very long nap.
"aye, y'alright?" your boyfriend asks, his eyes filled with a loving sort of knowing concern. he gets it, gets the weariness you're experiencing.
you barely have the chance to shake your head no when he notices your pouted lips, the downturn of your face. a big arm swoops behind your back, pulling you to him.
somehow you missed the way he locked the door behind him as you stumbled in for something you can’t even remember anymore.
“lemme help ya,” he says, his lips dragging open-mouthed, burning kisses up your neck, your jaw.
his arms draw tighter around your waist, grounding you, anchoring you. in turn, you intertwine your fingers into the crop of hair at the nape of his neck. playing it cool, you tug, much to his delight and subsequent pleasure: his hips rut into yours, cock already hardening underneath his fatigues.
“there ya are, girl.”
just like clockwork, his attention has you flustered. heat crawls up your neck as surely as his eyes read hungry.
it’s an undeniable fact of your relationship, since before its inception—the two of you just cannot get enough of each other.
before you know it, johnny’s bullying a thumb against your clit as he rubs himself hard, eyes glued to the slick gathering at your entrance.
the cheap, worn leather of the common room couch squeaks behind your back as you tense up, thighs spasming.
“johnny, ‘m gonna—,” the words fall from your lips like melting honey, warm, your voice thick. your boyfriend watches the way you clench, pussy flutting around nothing, ready to fix that for you.
“i kno’, love,” he replies, spitting from above you, the glob landing on your cunt. two fingers quickly follow, pushing their way inside of you as you shudder, shaking at the way he curls them against your sweet spot.
johnny’s face grows hot as he watches you come apart around him, just like it always does. it feels unreal, the way it’s so picture perfect every time.
if the two of you were back in the barracks, in bed, he’d be letting you, making you ride out your orgasm, giving you two more. but today he’s too impatient. today, he’s fucking you on the shared couch.
barely biting back a moan, your eyes flutter shut as he bottoms out. the pleasure’s like a warm cup of tea on a cold night, sinking into your bones as it settles into you. the sheer girth of your boyfriend’s cock used to make you nervous, the lead up to sex filled with clammy hands and reminders to breathe deeply from johnny. now? you were more than used to it, and you reckon both him and the way he uses it has ruined sex for you permanently.
“jus’ wanna make ya feel better, lovely,” johnny groans, his cock seated fully inside of you.
you moan out, nodding nonsensically at everything he’s saying.
you know him well enough to know what he’s not saying: that he needs this too.
that he needs to wind down from the bleeding brutality of the last mission too. born to die as a soldier—but human nonetheless. not immune to anything, even if he acts like it.
“looked so gorgeous when y’were watchin’ my flank earlier, lass.”
you giggle, your nose crinkling as the sound bubbles from your throat.
“oh, yeah?” you challenge, eyes zeroed in on his.
“course. i‘d trust you w’me life.”
his sturdy hands press your legs to your chest, your thighs together as he kneels over you. it’s not enough, not deep enough, and he can read it in the way you mewl, the pleading in your eyes. johnny lifts a leg, planting his boot on the couch beside your head as he plunges himself deeper into you. somehow your leg’s ended up over his shoulder, the sting of your muscles nothing but delicious.
“there ya are.”
you can barely breathe. you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“j’needed tae be fucked righ’ n’ good,” your teammate murmurs, half to himself.
“my girl, so happy tae be b’neath me,” he trails off, snarling as you clench around him. “takin’ my cock so damn well, aren’t ya?”
nodding, you whimper, folded up like a contortionist as johnny’s balls slap against your ass with every thrust.
it’s unbearable, a thin layer of sweat coating your back as you lay there and take it, letting johnny fuck into you. the look in your eyes, heavy-lidded and sultry despite the surroundings, has him gritting his teeth as he fights not to come too early.
the angle is awkward, but the objective is achievable. with one hand, you grab johnny’s ass, nails biting at the plush skin. that alone would do it, you’re aware, but there’s a glint in your eye that he’s a little scared of as the other hand reaches down between your bodies and grabs at his balls.
it takes him by surprise, and you pulse around him as he comes inside of you, hard and hot.
“aye,” he rasps, face tight as he shudders above you, sweaty forehead falling into the crook of your neck. “tha’ was a,” he stops, panting, swallowing hard. “cheap trick.”
༄ first time writing for soap, what’d we think!?!? shoutout birthday girl for giving this a read, love u big time 🤍🤍
can someone please please please help me find a philip graves fic i literally have been searching for days and hours to find it
so from what i remember it starts where the reader is apart of tf141 and escaping the shadow company in the streets of las almas to meet up with soap and ghost in the church while it’s raining and is injured w a gunshot to the arm
then graves catches her and he pins her to a wall they talk and i remember a specific sentence where he says he’ll let the shadow company watch(?) and they fuck then after he lets her go
Simon Riley has a Medusa tattoo. It’s never seen since he keeps it hidden beneath his clothes at all times. But it’s small, and almost easily missed at first glance. Only a few select people know about the tattoo.
Like you.
Simon trusts you the most out of everyone he knows. Probably more than his best friend Soap. Probably even the Captain. You knew Simon the longest by almost more than a decade, as you grew up together after your family moved to Manchester.
You were there when he decided to enlist in the military. Being there to see him off, attending his graduation from boot camp and tapping him out alongside his mother.
He trusts you a lot. Enough to be an emergency contact if anything were to go wrong.
You got a call, all the way from America, in Texas if you can believe it, that one Simon Riley has been found near the Texas-Mexico border half dead and was in recovery. So you booked a flight to Texas that very night. Wasn’t Simon supposed to be on some covert mission? What the hell happened?
Simon was reluctant to talk about what happened, but he eventually opened up about the horrors he endured while he was captured by Roba.
The violence, especially the sexual abuse that Simon wouldn’t even tell his assigned therapist. You were Simon’s safety, his most entrusted person who he could be more open with.
It would take years to help him heal.
But eventually, he did start to heal from the process, and asked you to come along with him to a tattoo appointment.
It was there, Simon’s sign of addressing his pain was finally closing to an end, did he get a Medusa tattoo.
DIANA PRINCE | WONDER WOMAN (the flashpoint paradox)
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“The Messenger Bird Sings” (Diana Prince x Fem!Reader)
| Infiltrating Themyscira to save a resistance member is a disaster. But it leads to unexpected consequences when the Queen captures you.
| SFW, open ending, infatuated!reader, (TW: captured!reader, spoils of war, unfettered murder), -dark!wonder woman
| pics via: Justice League: The Flashpoint Paradox animated movie
| Here’s a link to the scene this is based on. The words/dialogue that are mine are mine and the words that are from the movie are not mine.
| 2k+ words
Sneaking around New Themyscira is a feat you didn’t think you’d ever experience but, lo and behold, here you were.
The island was beautiful in a way that reminded you of what used to be. It’s battle torn, but the skies are still bright blue and the air’s still unnaturally fresh and fizzling with magic.
Even if it’s not the same as you're sure it’d be on the original “Paradise Island”, the residual effect of the Amazon’s whimsy sticks to the place like it was fated to be. Like their magic lays as much claim over this part of what used to be Europe as they do.
It’s a drastic contrast to the wreckage all around you all.
“Alright crew, we meet back at the ship by dusk. This is an evidence gathering retreat and extraction mission so stay out of sight and do not engage.” Steve’s command stays quiet through coms even as he shifts to giving out individual instructions next. His voice a steady balm that you lock onto to distract you enough you don’t have to keep biting back your grin.
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It’s hours before anything worthwhile than ducking and hiding takes place.
Initially Steve’s group was primarily tasked with direct extraction of Lois Lane from behind enemy lines but you had run into her, and a small number of other survivors hiding in the nature reclaimed remains of what used to be London, first.
Your branch-off specifically is just meant to be gathering enough tangible evidence that the Amazon’s are taking human hostages to finally push the last remaining world leader to actually let Steve’s task force move in to save them.
Years ago you’d thought politics was hard to navigate. Now it was a literal minefield, one wrong move and someone would take off your head.
You’re hoping at the very least your wrong move doesn’t happen here.
The Amazons were brutal. What little clear footage that still remained showed their killing prowess off well. They didn’t level cities the way the Atlanteans did, but at the beginning of all this they’d conquered their way across the Mediterranean in less than a week and no one had even noticed.
The Atlanteans were too loud, even put up against the Amazons brutality and true disdain for humanity. Especially men. Atlantis had taken over the European Coast with brute force and luck that their extremely obvious assault couldn’t be stopped by any human forces.
If the human world had been anywhere near as technologically advanced and superhuman you’re sure that Atlantis would’ve fallen that day. King Arthur had put all of his forces, after the Amazon’s had near silently ran them off, into conquering Europe’s waters but he’d made a gamble in doing so.
The Amazon’s didn’t gamble.
Call it years of godly military practice coming into play or whatever but the Amazon’s were a strategic power house. They blew through everything they wanted to as if it was parchment paper in a way that the Atlanteans and their ‘throw everything at it until it sticks’ strategy could never.
The Queen didn’t take whatever she wanted, the rumored start of the war in the first place, because she was careless.
“Pilgrim to Mayflower, we’ve been caught in an ambush—”
Your radio crackles to life on your hip. You turn to your team leader but she only shakes her head. She gestures for you all to get closer together. She’s following protocol, if you have to leave team ‘Pilgrim’ behind you have to wait in silence five minutes before doing so, but if you get a response in that period you have to call in for backup.
Beside you Lois’s quiet as she stares at the radio in Boston’s hand, lip between her teeth.
The following crackle three and a half minutes in makes you all jump.
“—it’s The Queen. The Queen’s with them!”
This time it’s not Steve’s voice but a woman from his group. The air rushes from your lungs.
Queen Diana of Themyscira wasn’t careless.
Something presses down on the receiver and the sounds of screaming and gunfire reach your ears. Right behind it cheers of triumph follow.
All distinctly feminine sounding.
The Queen took what she wanted without hesitation because she was self assured in her prowess.
“Dammit to hell,” Boston curses.
Your heart feels tight all of a sudden.
The Queen.
The same one who started a whole world war because she didn’t bow down to such pitiful quirks as apologizing. The Queen who allegedly wore the crown of the woman she killed as a trophy.
When that exact crown, Atlantean in nature, crests over a row of rubble from toppled buildings towards you the sight of that golden headrest becomes an omen.
The Amazon’s are ruthless when they reach you. There’s barely a triumphant yell afterwards the fight was so close to already won once it started. In fact it’d probably be an insult to the Goddess Artemis herself to call it a fight at all.
A mild squabble maybe.
Like a kitten might give a gangly boy throwing her into a box to slowly meet its death. Or the inevitable but hopeless life of a fly when around a flytrap.
The Amazon’s had gained on you too fast for women who were supposed to be on the other side of the island right now.
As you’re thrown into the middle of a circle of stern-faced Amazon’s with your team, knocking right into Steve and his remaining crew, you start to feel a lot like a fly trapped because of its need to further inspect a predator so unequivocally greater than itself.
Your eyes prickle and your breath squeezes past your throat, but as you watch the towering few women around you your heart thuds not with fear but revelation.
In person the Amazon’s were every bit as terrifying as the stories and mission reports made them out to be, then some. Their armor was chinked and dusted with the brutal effects of war and yet they still seemed to glow brighter than the overcast sun as they set their ire upon you.
It was a lesson in skill to be present for the way they fought up close. Every strike and simple step was so clearly packed full with power and yet they moved as one graceful unit, where one woman leaned right two more would work to balance back out the open circle till closed again like feathers in the wind.
They were seamless even as they taunted Steve, held in The Queen’s lasso as he was. The center of everyone’s attention.
Something shamefully akin to envy prods at you incessantly. You do your best to ignore it.
Your fists clench and unclench at your side as you watch the warriors playing with their food. Lois looks like she can’t decide whether to throw up or throw something. For the sake of all your lives you pray she only vomits.
“You’re all Americans,” Queen Diana points out before tightening her hold on the lasso. Steve is forced to rise up on his knees at the movement, hands going to his throat in a fruitless effort to pry off the rope choking him. “But you’re going to tell me a little more about yourself. Who are you and what is your group’s goal?”
For a few seconds you all watch as Steve just…doesn’t answer. Your eyes narrow. Maybe the rumors about The Queen’s lasso were actually just rumors this time around, you’re pretty sure a gift from the gods isn’t supposed to have user defects.
The other Amazon’s seem to think the same thing as five of them huddle closer to their leader and soft murmurs travel around you from the ones that remain vigil.
“He’s resisting the lasso of truth! How is that possible Queen Diana?”
The Queen looks offended, jaw tightening.
“It’s not,” she says before wrapping more of the lasso around her hand and pulling Steve up so they’re face to face, his toes dragging in the dirt. “Who are you and what are you and your people doing in New Themyscira?”
You all gasp. Off to the side Boston starts to struggle, cursing up a storm as Steve truly goes red in the face. You can’t not watch her a bit impassioned, you know what’ll happen next. One Amazon, red haired and incredibly angry looking, kicks her in the face so hard that by the time her body falls to the dirt you can all tell she’s dead. Face crunched to all hell as her lifeless body faces you.
You shiver and look away.
“This is an outrage,” Lois murmurs.
You don’t argue in any direction with her, just turn back to The Queen.
“Thank you for shutting her up, Artemis. Now back to you, I believe I asked you a question.”
Steve can barely put up a token protest, still actively choking, before he starts to spill everything.
“My name is Colonel Steve Trevor of the United States Special Forces. Me and my team, the second of which was headed by the woman you just killed, Colonel Boston Knight, were tasked with gathering information about your base and with the retrieval of Lois Lane.”
The Queen’s brows furrow, “Who is this Lois Lane?”
You close your eyes. You can feel the very woman stiffen where she’s crouched next to you. Your next breath in feels too much like a hiccup.
“Lois Lane is a Politzer prize winning journalist who has been embedded in New Themyscira to gather intel on your Amazons for Cyborg. She’s…she’s also one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met.”
Steve struggles, doing his best to clamp down on his jaw before some invisible force pries it back open and one of his trembling hands flick out to point. “And she’s over there.”
All eyes seem to shift to the woman no less than a foot away from you.
The Queen looks over at her with a haughty air as she takes in the new information.
“‘Most beautiful’ until me, that is,” she states while lowering him.
You're mesmerized as the glow of the lasso fades while she dismisses you all once again. The Queen’s attention quickly shifts to a blonde Amazon who nods and begins speaking immediately.
“Our information was correct, then, My Queen. Cyborg is amassing the outside world’s superhumans in an attempt to interfere in our war.”
“And he will fail,” her voice echoes across their foggy battlefield with surety. Wonder Woman scowls. “Now seize the Lane woman and take her back to our sanctum.”
“Yes, My Queen,” the blonde speaks up again as all the others quickly nod their assent.
Lois puts up a huge struggle, kicking out at a woman and briefly causing her to stumble before three more are on her. It takes a couple seconds before she stops, limbs twisted every which way as she’s held before the Queen’s unforgiving gaze.
She looks distinctly unimpressed as she and Lois stare down one another. The reporter definitely lived up to her reputation at least. Unfortunately so did Queen Diana.
“Go. I will deal with her later.”
They take Lois away and all you can do is watch.
The Queen glances over all of you again as the blonde waves the women off and then turns to Queen Diana with a wave in Steve’s direction.
“May I deal with this prisoner for you?”
She takes barely a second to decide.
“No, Persephone. The Queen of the Amazons is a servant to her people,” she rises then, taking Steve up with her and letting him dangle from the ropes. His gagging makes you curl in on yourself, “nothing is beneath her,” Queen Diana finishes as Steve takes his final struggling breaths.
The blood vessels on his face pop at the relentless pressure put on them as The Queen stares on impassively. The remaining Amazons cheer and the woman seems to bask in their praise.
“You must remember that this is a win for all of us!” Her exclamation is met with more cheers as she dangles Steve’s lifeless body through the air like a marionette.
“May the gods continue to look down favorably upon the daughters of Themyscira!” That cheer, from a dark skinned Amazon with snowy white hair, gets even Queen Diana calling out in excitement.
Their voices thunder around you all and in all your years both as black and as a woman you have never been made to feel so small as you do till now.
Like this, however, that feeling of absolute insignificance was damningly heady.
In the very next moment The Queen’s sharp gaze seems to snap to you and the skant air you’ve managed to gain seems to flee from your lungs in terror.
“Exactly sisters! And for that the fates of the spoils of our hunt today shall be decided by you!” She bows in mid air. “A gift from your ever faithful Queen.”
Seems the celebration won’t be stopping anytime soon then. You glance around at your teammates and see matching fear welling in their eyes.
Some of the people the Amazons choose are killed instantly and with gusto, others tossed between two of them like nothing as they’re tortured, some are even dragged away for who knows what, but you?
You’re left untouched.
Shaking you watch as everyone is picked off one by one around you and how in the rush The Queen's gaze still manages to stay locked on your form.
You’re watching her back with wide, nearly star struck eyes when she finally starts towards you. Your blood goes cold as she descends, carelessly dropping Steve in the process, before that damned lasso gets thrown around your body.
“Now you see that is a face of admiration!” She hoists you up into the air and your stomach drops. “Now tell me your truth, little human.”
“You’re…ethereal,” comes tumbling past your lips before you can hope to stop it.
The woman looks back at you in mild surprise before her laughter fills your ears.
“Of course I am.” She shifts you in her grip while motioning for the Amazons to move, hovering with you above them as they march back to their sanctuary.
You wonder if its location was one of the things Lois was going to share with you.
You were willing to bet it was too late to find out now.
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When you get back to the Queen’s new castle you feel like where they were hiding when they weren’t fighting should’ve been pretty obvious.
It was literally the former royal palace.
You walk in and can tell instantly that while some form of a fight must have occurred within the walls, the palace itself looked in otherwise perfect shape.
While most of the other Amazons that came with you disperse, some stay to debrief the Queen as she takes you along to the throne room.
At the entrance you’re met with a set of Amazons. Swiftly, they bow to their leader before opening the doors for her.
As you get a look inside your brows raise.
The throne that sits at the end of the velvet walkway is singular, first of all, and a lot bigger and more ornate than anything the British could’ve ever scrounged up. It makes even you impressed.
Queen Diana sits in it with all the air of a woman who knows without a moment of uncertainty that little can harm her.
In the following seconds she moves you to join her too, and you flush hard enough for a slight red hue to tint the deep brown of your cheeks.
The binding along your arms and midsection is so strong that you don’t even bother attempting to wiggle loose as you’re made to sit on the Amazon’s lap.
She’s completely self assured as she discusses her next steps with her council, and it makes you feel hopeless the way they blow off the US’s push back efforts as nothing. Easily solvable.
And all while you’re sitting on her lap like a trophy.
Eventually she dismisses everyone but the guards at the door and you're as alone as you’ll get.
You swallow thickly, glancing up at her through your lashes.
It’s a last ditch attempt but you try it anyway.
“If you kill me it’ll be all the US needs to join the war and deploy their forces.”
She looks down at you with a subtle raise of a brow.
“It’s adorable that you think you can scare me,” The Queen says. “Your government is so pathetic they jump at their own shadow. What threat could they ever possibly be to me when they can barely handle the problems within their own borders?”
She laughs, a boisterous sound that you feel just as much as you hear, and you’re unintentionally shaken in her hold. You knew it was a long shot but damn. She didn’t just shoot your idea down, she busted a fucking gut at it. You pout.
Yeah, you were screwed.
The Queen looked fucking unreal when she laughed though; you were a little winded.
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!! I love dark!WW, and she was too good looking in the Flash Point animation style; fourteen year old me literally couldn’t handle it.
Also— boy, has this one been in the works for a hot ass minute, but at least now it’s finally out.
In general, though, I’m trying to get out fics with more of The Trinity as a focus that aren’t just Batman fics. So yeah.
btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!
So I've been reading the linked universe, specifically from the user linkeduniverse, (go read) and Im just -AAAHH
Anyway.
Official release
Edited
So. There's definitely an influence of Technoblade in this(may he rest in peace).
The actual idea:
TW: Child soldiers, war, death, curses, near-insanity mentions.
So Reader in this is a villain. Not necessarily, more anti-hero? Idk
So their back story basically is that they're a child who's village was destroyed in a war and grew up as an orphan. When they got older, they were unfortunately dragged into another war and forced to be a soldier.
Two decades pass, their in their early 30s and are one of the top soldiers in this war, which is coming to an end. However, they're very unhappy with all that happened and decides to fake their death with the help of their closet friend after the war just so they don't have to deal with any other wars after this since this has been a lot.
So now their 'dead' and leaving out their life up in snowy mountain with a farm. How this works? Minecraft magic(yes. I want to involve the mc mechanics) anyway, so for 5-8 years, their in there late 30s now, and living the peaceful life they've always wanted, sorting through the issues and helping a nearby village they freed from a tyrant rulling it.
So the friend that helped them escape came to reader for help since their on the last legs. They tell reader about a nearby, their home, kingdom being tyrants and planning a war and asks for their help in stopping it. They wouldve said no initially. If not for the fact that their friend is about to die and is practically begging them since his got a family to keep safe. And so, reader takes on their late friends mission to take down the monarchy.
After months of gathering info and planning, they finally strike and take down the tyrannical royals of the kingdom. In this, they've gained the name- flower of death given how elegantly and efficiently they took down the soldiers.
Once they've taken the citizens somewhere new where they can thrive in peace. They head out on a mission to take down every tyrannical kingdom. And in this time, they've gained the curse to hear the voices of those they've killed. And that's fun
For a decade, they've made quick work of tyrannical kingdoms and negotiated with decent kingdoms as to how they can do better by their people.
So now in their late 40s, they've met those match in a battle and wins but is close to death because of a poison they have no cure for. So, expecting their end, they head back to the mountain they've found peace in. And in their house, they pass quietly.
But, because of shenanigans from the gods and Hylia being Hylia. She bargains with this universes god to temporarily transfer reader to her universe as to help out the links with the Shadow.
They agree and reader is in legend of Zelda. And they meet the links and plot happens.
This isn't a fully developed story yet since I still want to:
-Add the fact that reader is barely holding on to their sanity because of the curse
-struggles with guilt of killing those in the first war she fought in but not for the monarchs. She despises them.
-hates the gods because they did nothing when their people were in need
-tension between the chain and reader once they learn that reader has slaughtered many kings
Im also deciding to not add romance since (some of) the chain has romantic interest and reader is like 50, I don't feel comfortable writing them romantically with anyone younger than them by 10 years, unless someone is in their 40s too bit I doubt it so until I know they're ages, it's all platonic. Even if I did know, I'd still keep them platonic because we love mother figures... Sort of
pairing: fernando alonso x soldier/military!reader
description: When the Circuit of the Americas joined the list of races for the 2012 season, no one expected it to be such a monumental day for a certain Spaniard...
faceclaim: Olivia Cooke; various pinterest girls
2021
user y/username has gone public
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y/username back in austin <3
y/bro/user aaaahhh, i can't wait for you guys to come to huston, i miss the three of you so muuch
y/username since when are you this whiny??
y/bro/user omg, you're sooo annoying
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fernandoalo_official feels good to be back
lewishamilton welcome back, mate!
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y/username No.4 <3
y/bro/user congrats idiots, tell little theo i miss him!!
y/bff/username congrats!! can't wait to third wheel again!!
y/username gurl, you have your own husband
y/bff/username yeaaah, but i preffer third-wheeling my parents (jk baby i love ya)
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2022
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liked by fernandoalo_official, y/bro/user and 16,512 others
y/username the boys like it when they go vroom (but it seems theo preferred running around)
y/bro/user little man had more fun than you, it seems
user1 honestly, her life seems to be so much fun
user2 how fun can it be when you're a part of the military???
user1 well, i'm just going off of her insta
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y/username tbt -> our prep for the 2012 USA Grand Prix
can't belive it's been 10 years
officer_friend1 girlie I remember the way you looked at that one driver, can't remember his name tho
y/bff/username still remember my moms excitement when she saw you, she almost cried
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2023
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liked by fernandoalo_official, y/bro/user and 17,512 others
y/username green has always been my color 💚
y/bro/user rb is better
y/bff/username agreed
y/username both of you are wrong, aston martin is the best
user3 uhmmm, why is this random lady popping up on my feed??
user4 omg same, but hey, she's an aston martin fan so she's welcome to stay on my feed
user5 not only a fan, but it seems nando is liking her post
user6 that second pic is sooo cute
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y/username on break and he still drives like there is no speed limit, but he bought me coffee and cake so i forgive him for the heart attack <3
y/bff/username a BMW? disgraceful... tsk tsk
y/username its your car....
y/bff/username shhhhh...
user7 why is she on my feed and why is nando in the likes???
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2024
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liked by fernandoalo_official, y/bro/user and 190,572 others
y/username i am apparently married to a war criminal???
fernandoalo_official te amo mi hermosa reina <3
y/username i love you too, criminal <3
fernandoalo_official please don't, love
y/username ok, i won't <3
user8 MARRIED??!! YOU'RE HIS WIFE??!! i think i might pass out
user9 this was honestly so unexpected, tf is happening??
user10 is everybody just ignoring the FACT THAT THEY HAVE A KID TOGETHER???
user11 i was just about to say, but honestly, they're cute together, the three of them
astonmartinf1 thank you for providing new pictures of fernando, one of them WILL be our new contact photo, also welcome!
y/username you're very welcome, will provide more if needed
astonmartinf1 i'll DM you a number for you to send them to us
fernandoalo_official NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!
user12 not y/n and aston martin admin teaming up to embarrass nando LOL
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fernandoalo_official my piece of heaven, te amo hermosa <3
y/username i love you too <3
fernandoalo_official <3
user13 the DOG, ITS SO GOOFY I LOOOVE IT!!
user14 i like how all the pics of her are candids of her just drinking
user15 what can we say, a girl likes her drinks
y/username i second that
user15 OMG YOU ANSWERED??!!
user16 imma start calling her mother now
user17 me too
user18 me three
astonmartinf1 me four
user16 admin is wildin' out here
astonmartinf1 i'm being honest and real out here
user17 based fr
lance_stroll can't wait to meet her!!
fernandoalo_official next race, kid!
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