Like Father Like Daughter || Part II

Like Father Like Daughter || Part II

Words: 1485

Warnings: blood

Author: Cass

Arlene has been waken up by sunrays.  She growled softly, slowly got up and walked to her suitcase and sighed. “Why I didn’t unpack it yesterday…” She smiled softly and quickly found grey shirt and black skirt. “This will be perfect” Arlene said and put things onto armchair. Then she grabbed her dressing-gown and went downstairs. “Do you ever sleep?” She asked and smiled looking at her father.

“I had to get up earlier … Bigger breakfast.” He smiled.

Arlene nodded “Dad… Can I get a hug?” She asked quietly.

Hannibal looked at her and walked to her, he slowly took her into his arms. “Something’s wrong…?” He asked and looked at her, stroking her cheek.

“Nothing… I just. I missed you dad.” She said and smiled at him.

Hannibal smiled back and kissed her forehead “I missed you too. I’m glad that my Sanglante Dame wasn’t caught by Police.”

She nodded “Yea… Someone got too close to me… I thought that it will be good to be with Police man… I thought I will have easier access to info… I will know when I will be able to work and when I need to stay quiet.”

“He got too close?” Hannibal asked.

Arlene only nodded “Yea… I was able to manipulate him…. He killed himself and I moved out.” She said.

Hannibal smiled and kissed her head “I’m proud.” He said.  Arlene smiled “I will go and wait at breakfast.” Woman said and walked to the table.

After breakfast Arlene went to take shower, she brushed her hair and put on clothes that she prepared earlier, she also put on black high hills and glasses. Then she walked to her father. “I think you will be big distraction for my patients.” He smiled. “Don’t worry dad. It will be fine.” She giggled “Can we go?”

He nodded “Let’s go.”

Arlene took her bag and followed her father.

Arlene walked inside office. Ohhh… How she missed this place. Every small part of it. She could remember times when her father was showing her his sketches… They were really brutal like for 12 years old girl.  She remembered days that she spent here with Hannibal. She walked along the wall looking at paintings that she saw few years ago. Place didn’t change and it was good. In this one room… There was too many of her memories.

Arlene put her bag down and sighed softly “So… I better go and look at papers.” She said, still looking around.

“Just be quick. I want to have you by my side when patient will come.” Hannibal said.

Arlene blinked “I’m sorry I though..” “You will be my assistant. You will be close to me whole time. Patients trust me… So they gonna trust my daughter.” Man smiled and Arlene nodded slowly “Okay… Sounds great.”

Arlene looked at papers, many cases were interesting. She didn’t knew why but only one name coughed her attention. “Will Graham”. Arlene even didn’t start read when she heard knocking, she got up from her place and went to open doors.

Man looked confused “Um… Doctor Lecter… Is He here?”

“Yes I’m.” He said and smiled at man softly.

Man walked inside “Good… Who’s this young lady?”

“This is my daughter. I hope you don’t mind her being here. She is my assistant, She is studying and I want her to get as much experience as it’s possible.” Hannibal explained and Arlene smiled at man.

“Oh… No… No. If this only will help this beautiful young lady then I can accept this. If she took your path it means she is worth my trust. Like father like daughter.” Man said happily.

Hannibal smiled and nodded “Let’s start.”

Rest of the day was the same. People were coming and leaving. Some of them had normal problems, some were psychopaths in some points.  Arlene really enjoyed this. She was sitting on couch and listening… Learning about all of those sick minds.  She had her notebook in hands. Writing down every important thing for her observation. Patient after patient… She was listening to the sounds of their voices, she watched their movements, their faces, but the most important she listened and watched Hannibal. Studying his every word and move.

After many hours Arlene finally said goodbye to last person “Good night and see you next time.” She said politely.

“Tired?” Hannibal asked and looked at her from his desk.

“Not really. It was… Interesting. Too bad that this day is over… I could...”  Arlene was cut off by door.

Someone just walked inside. It was man, not too tall. He had dark curly hair and glasses.

“Hannibal I thought I won’t catch you… Who’s that…?” He asked looking at Arlene “Are you busy?”

“No, It’s my daughter.” He said looking at man.

“You… You have daughter?” Man asked, looking really confused.

“There is many things you don’t know about me, Will. Sweetheart please go close main door and come back here.” Hannibal looked at Arlene.

Arlene nodded and went to do what he asked her to. Now she could recognize that name, she saw it in papers this morning. Arlene had to admit, he was interesting as a patient… And he was handsome.

She returned back inside and slowly walked to desk. Arlene sat in chair and took her notebook, she started slowly write her new notes.

After that meeting Arlene got up from her seat and walked to her father.

“So… This is your daughter? My name is Will Graham.” Man said and offered his hand.

Arlene took his hand “Arlene Lecter.”

Hannibal looked at them “Will… Tomorrow we have less work to do. I want to invite you at small dinner 8p.m?”

Arlene blinked and looked at her father. “Um, okay. It sounds… 8p.m then. Thank you that I could talk with you and… I was nice to meet you.”

“You too, Will.” Arlene said quietly.

When man left, Arlene looked at Hannibal “I thought you shouldn’t be friends with patients.” She said.

“He is other case.” He said and shrugged “Ready to go… We need to get some things at tomorrow’s dinner.” Hannibal said and looked at Arlene.

Woman looked at him and smiled “Oh… I will help you with pleasure father.” She said nodding.

“What he did?” Arlene asked, looking at fresh blood covering her hands.

“No one important, really… Man from newspaper… He was really getting onto my nerves…” he growled.

“That’s explaining a lot.” Arlene smiled and helped her father.

This was her favorite part. Hands still covered in warm blood, buried deep inside dead body.

“You missed this, sanglante dame?” Hannibal smiled.

“Yes… I missed this so much. So… Now we cut here… And we have lungs, I need to say he was a really healthy man. What we gonna do with him?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about that.” He said watching her.

Arlene smiled, looking at her hands. She sighed heavily because she couldn’t stop herself. Woman started lick the blood off of her hands, Arlene moaned from happiness. “Merveilleusement!” She said and laughed “Ne peut pas attendre!” Arlene growled happily and continued to lick blood off of her fingers.

Arlene cleaned herself up and sighed happily “Mmmm… I love that, I needed that!”

“I knew it will make you feel better.” Hannibal said and stroked her cheek “Go home… I will take care of rest, just be careful, Sweetheart.” He murmured.

Arlene nodded and nuzzled to his hand “I will be careful, father and you have to be careful too” She said before leaving.

At home Arlene sighed sadly and shivered. “Too bad that stuff in France got so messed up.” She growled to herself and went to change.

When she got downstairs, Hannibal was already in kitchen “Want to help me? We will prepare meat and it will be great tomorrow.”

Arlene giggled “You know that blood is more my thing.” She said and walked closer. “No, thank you, father. I rather would like to watch. You are a Master in kitchen.”

Arlene watched his every move. He was so gentle and careful with meat.

He looked at her “You look tired. Go to bed sweetheart. We have work to do tomorrow and dinner to make.” He said.

Arlene sighed softly “You are right father. I will go to bed. I love you.”

Hannibal whispered. "I love you too sweetheart… Now please go to bed and rest. You had a hard day.“ With every word he walked closer to her, Hannibal wrapped arms around Arlene and pulled her closer "My brave little girl.” He whispered, stroking her cheek “Good night.”

Arlene nodded “Good night dad.” She said quietly and went to bedroom.

Hannibal came to bedroom to check on Arlene. He sat on bed and gently touched her cheek “My good girl, I will need to do something.” Hannibal said and then left the room.

Lion Bucky by @kastrup-sofie

I need to say: This is amazing! Just like Beast I love Marvel and Lion king! 

(But tbh Beast love it more!)

~Cass

Imagine: Iron Man kills Captain in front of Bucky’s eyes.

Bucky froze motionless. His heart stopped for a short moment. His blood turned into an ice.

Only thing he has heard was a familiar voice. But was he able to recognize it under all those emotions?

Tony Stark was standing on shaking legs, looking ahead. He watched as Steve slowly sank on his knees. “..I’m sorry..” Tony rasped. “I’m sorry, Steve, I didn’t know I fired the repulsers…” his voice was trembling as he spoke.

Steve let out a soft groan, indicating that he is still alive. Before Tony could apologize again, he has been pushed away from Steve with a strong force. His suit hit the wall behind him, and it took him a moment to adjust his coordination. When he looked up, Bucky was glaring at him.

“I’m so…” Tony tried to say, but his breath was knocked out by a strong punch, directed at his arc reactor. Bucky has been driven with an anger. He punched Tony with his cybernetic arm again, causing the suit to bend inwards. Bucky let out a growl, then he drove his hand into the arc reactor with more force. Bucky kept his metal hand digging into Tony’s arc reactor, crushing it. Tony tried to push Bucky away, but he failed.

“Bucky…” it was nothing more than a whisper.

Barnes, shaking all over his bpdy turned around and walked to Steve who’s laying on the ground. He knelt next to his friend, taking a hold of his hand. “Steve” he managed to say. Bucky’s gaze slowly slipped at Steve’s torso. There was a hole caused by a hit of an energy stream.

Bucky turned his face, automatically closing his eyes. He knew exactly how it meant to end..

“Bucky…” Steve whispered again, hia voice became yet weaker then it was a moment before.

A huge stain of dark blood slowly spilled around Captain.

Bucky felt a touch of cold hand at his unshaven cheek. He dared to look down, straight into his friend’s eyes. He saw how Steve was waning slowly.

“Till the end….” Steve was cutted off by a cough. “… of the line, pal..” Bucky whispered, nuzzling to Steve’s hand.

And then that last moment came. Steve’s eyes have widened for a second, he also tried to take a breath, but he only gasped for the air. He squeezed Bucky’s hand and after a second his eyes have slowly shut down.

Bucky was looking at Steve for short second and then he bursted with cry. Not hesitating about blood, he took Steve’s body in his arms. “NOOO!!!” he squalled loudly, letting warm tears flew down over his cheeks.

It took him few minutes to calm down a bit. He places Steve’s body back on the ground as gently as he could and he slowly got up. Bucky was covered in a blood and dirt, but he didn’t mind.

He turned himself to face Tony. “You killed him.” His voice was so cold.

Stark, who was still motionless, has swallowed before he spoke. “James…”

But Bucky looked into Tony’s eyes without a single shadow mercy. “Now there’s no one who would stop me” Bucky said. He seemed to be in a different place with his thoughts. Bucky slowly lifted his chin, his eyes met Tony’s eyes. As raged and unstable as he was at the moment, he managed to say one sentence. “Your time finally has come.”

Author: Beast

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Call of repentance || Part II

Part I

Summary: reader is a member of the Golden Path. Under Amita’s command you have to sneak to the Royal Palace to kill Pagan Min. But when you’re about to fulfill your mission, you find youself unable to – under charm of king Min, you decide to switch the path and stand by the side of the Royal Army, becoming one of the leaders.

Word Count: 2211

Warnings: strong language

A/N: Part 2 of the story.

Author: Rouge

The Royal Palace was located on the northern part of Kyrat, near the Himalayas.

The building had a red openable door just like what other outposts and fortresses had. It was a huge building, placed on the large hill.

 Pagan, with a glass of cognac in his hand, went out at the terrace, located on the third floor. From this point a beautiful view at the North Kyrat was streatching.

Pagan sat on a swing with a canopy and he started to sip on an alcohol.

He was delighted on the spectacular view, admiring it in silence. But his consternation soon has been interrupted by a grunt.

“My King, De Pleur has checked everything and it seems that it wasn't Golden Path who set the bomb at Baghadur” Gary, Pagan's the most loyal and trusted assitant said calmly.

Min only nodded, finishing his drink.

“Did he check EVERYTHING?” he asked.

“Yes, my King. He cooperated with Noore in that matter” Gary grunted again, still standing on the threshold.

“So he wants to say that it wasn't that fucking monkeys fault?” King asked coldly, not paying any attention at Gary.

“Uhm... Yes, my King” Gary confirmed with weak voice, swallowing hardly.

 At the same moment, Pagan crushed on a glass he was holding in hand, yelling viciously.

“Find whoever is responsible for this attack! It was an attempt on my fucking life!” he yelled.

The blood drops fell on the wooden floor of the terrace from his injured hand, but he didn't pay an attention to this fact. “I wanna have their heads on a silver plate till midnight. Otherwise I won't be nice anymore!”

Gary nodded and quickly left the terrace to avoid Pagan's anger and frustration.

Pagan hissed while he was pulling out a piece of a glass from his hand.

“KHAN!” he yelled.

After a while, a tall, well-build soldier entered on the terrace.

He was a commander of the Royal Guard. That man was responsible for death of about 200 people in last half of a year. His name was Khan Ajmal and he was working for Pagan since many years. Kyrati citizens, however, knew him under other name...

A lot of them used to call him the Headhunter, because he would do everything to find out people, who were suspiced of conspiracy against King Min.

“It's probably the work of these cowardly whores from the Golden Path. They know they can not beat us, so they began to resort to bombings” Pagan clenched his hand into the fist. He looked at the man. “Find out, who's behind this. You have to pull out everyone who's responsible for this attack even from under the fucking ground! When you find them, take them to Paul's fortress and then let me know. Then I will come to Varshakot and we will decide, how to kill them, just to make sure that they know they are dying.”

It was still the night, when you has been assigned to the little Golden Path branch, which had to secure the little convoy with weapons. The convoy had to transport a lot of stuff to an outpost, which was belonging to the Golden Path since few months.

In the face of last event, it couldn't wait any longer, so Amita and Sabal got to the conclusion that it has to be done before dawn.

You were traveling in the last car, when you noticed that rest of the convoy has stopped. Two other Golden Path's cars were standing on the side of the road and people with flashlights were entering the bushes to explore the area.

“What's going on?” you carefuly asked, looking at one of the rebels as you got out of the car.

“They said they saw something nerby” man shrugged slightly and jump on the semi-trailer to check the cargo.

As carefully as you could, you walked into the direction of the bushes, your hand was on the kukri knife hidden in your pocket, just in case..

You walked through bushes and when you got out of them you noticed you were standing at the top of the little hill, but even from that distance you could see a huge crater carved in the ground and fire, which has destroyed a part of the forest around the lake. Thick black smoke hung high in the air.

You covered your mouth with a hand to secure yourself from breathing with choking smoke.

“You see, Y/N, it's here. The bomb had to be large” one of the rebels, a young boy approached you, rubbing his eyes. “My father said that Royal Army for sure did it by itself to put the blame over us all.”

You sighed sadly, but in the same moment you've heard something.

 At one point, suddenly and unexpectedly, from the direction of Baghadur, a military convoy of several cars of Royal Army has arrived. When people from the Golden Path noticed this, it was too late for any proper reaction.

Royal Army soldiers quickly jumped out of the cars and they started to shoot with guns. Two of them boarded on the trailer and got places behind a big machine gun placed on the cars' roofs.

 The regular exchange of fire has started.

 You watched the situation with horror in your eyes and heavy heart in your chest. Without thinking for a long time, you jumped on the semi-trailer of one of the Golden Path's cars and digged to look for a weapon you could use.

The only thing you've found was an bow with a quiver. When you lifted your head and realized, how close the fighting was, you put the quiver on your back and pulled out an arrow from it.

Almost at the same moment you noticed Ajay, Longinus and Sabal, who had arrived in the wrong place in the wrong time, they were hidding behind one of the Golden Path's cars, occasionally shooting to enemies behind the cover. One of the rebels, who stood next to their hideout, was hit by a machine-gun shot straight in the head and fell dead on the ground. Longinus leaned out from behind the car and when he tried to shoot at the enemy, he almost has been hit by them also. By this movement he betrayed their hiding place.

The remaining rebels after using all of an ammunition headed to grapple, unfortunately, most of them almost immediately was killed by De Pleur's soldiers.

You saw two soldiers of the Royal Army, they were called the Exterminators and your heart almost stopped. Dressed in bulletproof vests with special material, reinforced with heavy CKMs in their hands, they were walking in the direction of the hideout of men to get them from behind. Sabal at the last moment had realized, that they were surrounded and started shooting with little avail, as none of the missiles did not even hit the soldiers, who marched relentlessly towards them.

You had a last chance to prevent the tragedy, you imposed an arrow on the bowstring, aimed it and fired. The arrow with a low whistle flew through the air, sticking straight in the helmet of one of the soldiers. Almost immediately he fell down dead to the ground.

Longinus, Ajay and Sabal turned eyesight to see, who helped them and have almost immediately astonished themselves.

“Y/N!” Ajay yelled.

But you didn't seem to listen.

You reached for an another arrow and this time you also gave a good shot, beating second enemy.

“Y/N, don't do it!” Sabal shouted loudly, trying to stop you.

But it was too late.

About 10 meters away, there were standing cars, which became to the Royal Army and next to them there were the rest of the soldiers, who were not killed. One of them picked up the sniper rifle to the eye, aimed and pulled the trigger.

Just at the moment, when you were about to pull out another arrow, you has been shot just above the left knee. The bullet passed through and sticked into the bodywork of the Golden Path's car.

You screamed in pain.

You rolled over a bit on the side and laid on your back, breathing heavily. You felt the throbbing pain in the left leg.

Suddenly you heard the reloaded gun and realized, that next to you one of the soldiers of the Royal Army was standing. A bit further, few of his companions were standing.

“Get up” ordered the man.

With problems, you slowly got up from the ground.

Immediately you noticed, that Ajay, Sabal and Longinus were brought out of hiding place and now they were kneeling on the sandy road. Behind each of them stood one soldier with a rifle leveled directly at their heads.

At this sight you stopped breathing.

The soldier, who told you to get up, turned to the kneeling men and approached them.

“All of you have the right to remain silent, you shall testify before Paul De Pleur.”

“I won't make any statements in front of anyone” Sabal snapped sharply.

It was enough to provoke the commander.

He raised his rifle and aimed straight at Sabal's chest.

“If so, you won't live to a fucking dawn” man smirked.

“He did not want to say that” Ajay threw his hands up in a gesture of peace.

“I'm not talking to you, mongrel” commander snapped roughly.

He raised his head and nodded to the soldier, who stood just behind Longinus.

There was a loud bang.

You heard your own cry vaguely.

Longinus' body fell limply to the ground.

“You motherfuckers!” Sabal yelled, jumping to his feet, but he was quickly brought back to the ground by two soldiers.

The commanding officer came up to him and put the barrel of a gun to Sabal's temple.

“Now it's your turn” he laughed haughtily.

You found enough courage to shout:

“Noooo!!!”

Surprised, commander turned to you, taking off the finger from the trigger.

“It seems to me, that I did not ask you about an opinion” he hissed.

You looked straight into his eyes.

“Shoot me, but let them free” you said defiantly.

Other soldiers murmured in surprise.

“Y/N, shut up!” Ajay called with anger. “Leave her alone, she is still very young, she does not know, what she says” he began to beg.

The commander laughed lasciviously.

“The young, you are saying? That's good, I like this kind the most, haha!”

You looked sternly at the man.

He came to you and standing only a few centimeters from you, he looked at you intently.

“You're beautiful. Tell me the fuck, why such a beautiful woman is packing herself in such trouble?” man circled you slowly, watching you closely on each side.

“I have my own reasons” you barked, carefully tracking his every move.

“Well ... You look as the girl, which is lacking a real man in bed” he laughed bluffly. He hugged you from behind, grabbing your breasts firmly. “Nice tits. Bet you're a little whore, aren't ya?”

You were watching as Sabal got purple on his face from nerves and started to struggle. He was angry, that a stranger, in addition a soldier of Paul, has fondled you.

The truth was Sabal had a crush on you, but he didn't want to admit it before others...

“Fuck off, this is not your thing” you snorted loudly.

The man suddenly pulled your ponytail thus rendering, that you fell to your knees, gasping in pain.

“You should be polite, bitch!” - he shouted at you.

You closed your eyes and gritted your teeth, to not say a few words too much.

“I'm begging you, leave her” Ajay carefully got up from his knees and with hands raised, he turned to commander. “Let her go, you got us. The leader of the rebellion and his deputy, I think it's a quiet good solution.”

The soldier looked at Ajay with pity.

“I will decide, whom I take and whom I let go” he said.

Again, he turned to you.

“You will be the perfect gift for De Pleur” he summed. “Maybe he'll teach you how to behave properly, scum.”

You froze. But then you said:

“I will not be anyone's gift!”

 But then a quick reflection came to your mind.

It was a good way to sneak into De Pleur's troops. You knew Varshakot fortress very well, but at the same moment you knew De Pleur wasn't trusting you. Of course, you were working for him since few weeks and you never was a problem to him nor his people, but still he had a limited trust towards you.

You took a deep breath.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path, you thought to yourself.

You briefly looked at Ajay and Sabal, then you turned your head to the commander.

“I surrender. Can't fight anymore, I'm injured. You got me.”

A wry smile appeared on man's face.

“Good slut” he gave a look to one of his men. “Inform De Pleur I have a surprise for him.”

The chronicles of the winter || Part X

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI || Part VII|| Parta VIII  || Part IX continuation of imagine

Word Count: 3059

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, strong language, blood and injuries

Author: Beast

A/N: I’m incredibly sorry fellas for a such long delay! I got a lot of stuff to take care of and tbh I wasn’t really into writing Chronicles for some time. But now, with a huge thanks to my lovely lady and my friends, I decided to make this chapter. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I when I was writing it. And here’s what I wanna announce: only two chapters left. Chronicles will have 12 chapters in all. I hope you won’t mind them to be a bit longer then ever before. And for a smut scene, if some of you, my dear readers, would be interested, I was listening to song made by talented polish vocalist, Kasia Moś. I leave here a link to this song, just in case ♥ Enjoy! :)

Steve had been asleep when he heard the heavy footsteps followed by the door opening; at first he thought it might have been Emily, but then he realized there was no way she would ever make that much noise. He had slipped out of bed silently, shield retrieved from the bedside and brought into a defensive position. A million scenarios ran through his head, none of them pleasant, especially once the sharp scent of blood reached him.

To say he'd been surprised when he saw Bucky in the doorway was an understatement. He caught sight of the pistol the soldier held once he pushed the door shut behind him. He's going to shoot me, had been his first line of thought, and not a moment later he felt extremely guilty for immediately jumping to that conclusion. His body had eased a bit the moment the pistol was dropped, his own shield lowering and eventually dropped as well. There was only a moment's hesitation before he edged forward, closing the gap between them. He stopped a few yards away, not wanting to make him feel cornered.

"Bucky?" he spoke softly, tone gentle and light. His heart skipped a beat when the soldier's head lifted and looked to him, but his hope died when he saw his face. His eyes were greyed, dull and empty and so very tired. The second he saw his legs buckle Steve was right there, catching him before he hit the ground. He'd expected him to struggle, to lash out and fight, not to just lie there limp in his grasp. It'd scared him more than when he'd found his throat clasped in that metal hand. The amount of blood covering his friend was terrifying; who knew how much he could spare to lose in his state.

It'd taken him all of two seconds to get the blood-matted hoody off of the assassin, exposing a torn shirt and a devastating wound on his shoulder. He dimly recalled seeing a similar wound on a soldier Bucky had picked off of his back in the war. A sniper in the city was alarming, but not as surprising as he would have liked.

"D-don't do this to me, Buck" Steve was practically begging, fingers numbed with shock pressed against the wound to the soldier's back in a desperate attempt to stem the bleeding. His other arm gently held him up, cradling him against his body as he tried not to dissolve into fearful panic. Is Hydra after him, or is it Robrax?, Steve thought to himself, trying to calm down.

Steve put as much pressure as he dared on the wound, suddenly very conscious of his strength. Bucky looked so delicate like this, and he wasn't sure if the bullet had caused a fracture. “Emily!” Steve yelled. “Em! I need your help!”

Redhead woman stepped into the room and was about to say something, but she only covered her mouth with hands. “Buck…” silent whisper left her mouth as she quickly got to her knees besides him. “Oh God, Steve, what’s with him!?” “He was shot” Captain said simply, looking around. “I need something, like material.. We need to stop the bleeding” he ordered coldly. Girl nodded slightly getting up. She ran to the bathroom and took two towels from the hangers. Minutes seemed like hours, but eventually the bleeding slowed. Steve scarcely cared that his clothes were now stained with it, just relieved that the mortal danger was now diminished. All towels were completely soaked with Bucky’s blood. Captain didn't waste any time trying to bandage the wound. Getting up and leaving him was not an option, not even for a moment, so he cannibalized his own shirt into a makeshift wrapping. He removed the soldier's shirt first and then folded up some of the fabric and pressed it to the injury. The bullet's possible presence in the wound was dimly acknowledged, but he didn't have the skill or tools to safely extract it. He would treat it proper later, but for now his main focus was to keep the bleeding at a minimum. He broke down his shirt into strips of fabric, knotting it together and using it to secure the fabric pad to the wound. “Steve…” Emily was whispering on and on, her soft hand placed on his shoulder. “Oh my God… We can’t lose him.. I can’t..” “Hush” Steve threw her a brief glance, to take care of Bucky’s wound shortly after.

Throughout the rough medical treatment Bucky hadn't so much as twitched. Steve could feel him breathing, and a quick check told him his pulse was stable, but slower than he would have liked. The serum they had injected him with might not as been as effective as his, but it was doing a fine enough job keeping him alive.

"You're doing great, Bucky" Captain was fully aware that he likely couldn't hear him, but it made him feel a little better to encourage him. He was sure he hadn't heard a kind word directed towards him in decades, and the thought made his heart ache. "You're gonna be fine, Buck, I promise. Me and Em will take care of you.." his voice hitched slightly, hands trembling as he gathered the assassin up into his arms.

He considered moving him to the bedroom but decided against it. Instead he placed him carefully on the sofa, onto his left side so that his breathing wouldn't be obstructed and his wound easily reached.

“Emily, can you gather up some medical supplies, some blankets and a clean shirt, you can find it in my bag” blonde man looked at redhead woman. She obeyed. After some moments she came to the little living room and handled stuff to Steve. Then Steve hit the light switch. A small lamp flickered on, and the scene it revealed drew the blood from his face. The floor was smeared with so much crimson that he doubted the stains would ever lift. His spare key was abandoned on the floor, near the pistol that Bucky had dropped earlier. The ruined clothes he'd removed still lay on the floor next to the towels; he'd be sure to dispose of them carefully. If Hydra really was who had hurt him, then they would no doubt be looking for any sign of him. The light cast a horrible realization of just how awful Bucky looked as well. Now without his shirt, Steve could see every little bruise, every wound that covered the assassin. His stomach turned in disgusted horror at the painful past each scar, each little mark told. Old injuries from knives, bullets and who knew what else were etched into his skin, telling a history devoid of peace and filled with violence. 

A washcloth was produced along with a bottle of disinfectant, wetting the fabric with it before he went to work on some of the smaller wounds. He was silently thankful for his unconsciousness, as he was sure there would be no way to do this had he been fully awake.

The soldier twitched slightly under his fingers as he worked on an old, infected wound on his side, curling into himself before letting out a pained whine. The former SHIELD agent hesitated at that, unsure if he should continue. If he was feeling the disinfectant that meant he had to be regaining consciousness. If he woke up with him hovering over him, covered in his blood and with no memory of how he got there, well, Steve wouldn't blame him in the slightest if he lashed out. He bit his lip, thinking for another moment, before he continued to clean the wound, taking care to be a bit gentler.

"It's okay, Buck, I promise…" he tried to soothe, even if he couldn't hear him yet. "You're safe, you're safe, you're safe…" he repeated it like a mantra as he finished with the wound, placing a pad of gauze over it and securing it with a little medical tape. He didn't dare touch the bullet wound now that he was capable of feeling pain, and he was also rather sure he'd need specialized help with it.

Blood has been cleaned away, Steve dried his hands.

Emily was sitting next to Bucky, holding his hand and stroking it gently. “It’s them, right?” she asked simply, not paying an attention to look at Steve. “Hydra?” He cleared his throat, living the room. “Probably.”

 Steve went to the little cluttered kitchen and he opened a fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. He reentered the room and unscrewed the bottle.

“We need to keep him hydrated” he mumbled, getting on his knees next to the sofa.

Emily took the bottle and slowly lifted Bucky’s head up. Then she carefully helped him to take a simple sip, then another and another.

“What’re we going to do now, Cap?” she asked, her long red hair has fallen on her face.

“I don’t know… I don’t know…” he sighed sadly, rubbing over his temples. “But it seems we are not safe also. If they had attacked their OWN SOLDIER, it means they won’t have any problems to try to kill us either” he shrugged slightly.

Emily nodded in silence, still stroking Bucky’s palm.

“I knew.. From the very beginning.. That it will end like this. I hadn’t any other choice, Steve” she whispered and her voice turned into little weeping. “I had to join them… I HAD TO..”

Steve got up from the floor, putting hands at her shoulders.

“No one of us had” man muttered.

Two days had passed very quickly.

It was a really rough time for Steve and Emily, because they had to look after Bucky and look for a safe hiding place at the same time.

Emily was spending her time with former assassin while Steve was looking for a good place and transport.

And he managed to found something.

From the outside this house looked old, but wonderful. It has been built with cypress wood and has walnut wood decorations. Small, squared windows have been added to the house in a mostly asymmetric way. The house was equipped with a large kitchen and one bathroom, it also had a comfortable living room, two bedrooms, a small dining area and a roomy garage. The building was square shaped. The house was fully surrounded by overgrown wooden overhanging panels. The second floor was smaller than the first, which, in combination with its placement, creates an original look. The roof was high and slanted to one side and is covered with black roof tiles. A few large windows let in just enough light to the rooms below the roof. The house itself was surrounded by a modest garden, with mostly grass and a few small trees. It was a perfect place to stay for a while until Bucky’s wounds will be healed, and Steve’s too.

Emily was slowly getting ready to take a bath.

Looking at her pale, slim body covered with a shirt and fitted leggins, she felt a mix of sadness and distaste. She hated herself for things she had done to people. “I hate you” she whispered toward her reflection in the mirror. “I want you to die, tæve.”

Suddenly she heard the door being opened and shut quickly. Her heart beat faster as she could hear steps crossing the corner. She wanted it for so long… And she couldn’t deny it. Since the day she helped him with his wounds, she was craving him. So badly.

As she finally saw Steve’s smirking face, she let out a loud gasp. “You shouldn’t be in h..” “Shut up” he interrupted her by pushing her against the wall and locking his lips with hers. He could feel her resist at first, but he used his tongue to open Emily’s lips which was when she gave in and kissed him back. They were kissing each other hard now as his hand squeezed her boobs hard. After some time, he finally let her breathe. Still gasping for air, she stuttered. “W-what are you doing?.. What are WE doing, Steve..” He grinned at her and gave her a soft kiss while taking off her leggins. “Taking what’s mine, baby.” He slipped her shirt over her head and threw it on aside, where it’s quickly been joined by his own shirt. She was still leaning against the wall, still a little hesitant but definitely turned on as Steve can tell from her glowing cheeks and her rushing eyes. “Steve…” she bit her lower lip, looking hardly into his eyes.

She good knew it was one of the moments, when he wasn’t himself at all. Now he was Captain Hydra, not kind and polite Steve Rogers. Sometimes it was just like this, that he was loosing his personality for several minutes or a bit longer. And he was turning into a mess. She hated such moments, but she had to deal with it. And now, with that thick sexual tension in between them, she wasn’t even about to complain. Because she wanted him. She wanted Steve to fuck her senseless until she would be begging him to stop. She simply needed that. He grabbed her hand and guided it down his abs into his boxers. As she felt his hard cock, she let out a loud gasp and pull hand back quickly, but immediately regaining her confidence, she slided hand down again and firmly grab his cock. She noticed just now that he had undone her bra while he began to tease her hard nipples with his warm tongue, circling around and flicking against them. She began to stroke his cock slowly, as she looked into his eyes, mumbling. “We should stop, what if HE come in here?” He laughed quietly, quickly shove his hand into her lacy panties and thrust two fingers into her already soaking wet pussy. As she started to moan loudly, Steve immediately covered her mouth with his other hand and whispered into her ear. “Can you shut the fuck up now, baby? Unless you want Bucky to catch us now.”

He slipped Emily’s leggins off and turned her around, pushing her front against the cold tiles before slapping her ass and rubbing her wet pussy from behind. Steve saw that she was dripping down her leg, so he kneeled down behind her and start kissing his way up her inner thighs, licking up every single drop on the way. Having reached the top, he circled his tongue around the outline of her little pussy, causing even more wetness. Steve could feel Emily’s body shivered as he started eating her out. He digged his tongue deep into her and moved it up and down slowly but firmly. Simultaneously, his thumb rubbed across her clit, as he heard multiple soft moans escaping her mouth. “Steve, I’m gonna cum.. she moaned. He stopped licking immediately and came back up to her face. “No. You’re gonna cum when I want you to, understand?” She suddenly looked worried. “He must be wondering where I Am.” Steve slapped her ass and shoved her against the wall hard. “You should be worrying about me, nothing else. I’m gonna fuck you now and you’re gonna be a good girl.”

He took off his pants and threw them into the corner. As Emily took his cock into her hand and started to get on her knees, he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her back up, holding her face right in front of his. “None of this bullshit, baby.” He pushed her into the corner between the cold tile wall and a sink and lifted up one of her legs. Steve stood in front of her and quickly pushed his hard cock into her dripping pussy without wasting any time. Emily’s arms locked around his back and as he started thrusting himself into her, her nails digged into his butt, causing him to thrust even faster. As a loud moan tried to escape her mouth again, Captain quickly suffocated it by kissing her hard. He could feel her body losing control with every increase of pace. All her sense was his scent, his sweaty, muscular body pushing against hers, his throbbing cock pounding and stretching her tight little pussy, hitting her inner walls. Steve covered her mouth once more as her moans turned into screams. He felt her body shivered, then clenched hard around his cock for a second before shaking uncontrollably again as she bit one of his fingers that was covering her mouth. Steve pulled out his hard cock and once again Emily tried to get on her knees to make him cum with her mouth but she almost fell over, still having very little control of her own body. He grabbed her quickly and picked her up. “Did I say we’re done?” She looked a little scared as she saw the burning hunger in Steve’s eyes. He grabbed her hair and pulled her to the sink, bending her over the counter. He slapped her butt hard, before he shoved his thick cock into her again from behind. This time was much quicker. Steve immediately started to pounding as hard as he only could, while pulling her head up by her hair so she could see him fucking her in the mirror. After roughly several seconds, he felt the familiar shivering and clenching, this time causing him to cum inside her pumping pussy as well. “FUCK, STEVE!” she couldn’t hold it any longer and screamed Steve’s name loudly, not caring if Bucky will hear it. Steve waited till he felt that every drop of his cum has been shot into her, then he pulled out his cock. He turned her around, kissed her hard one last time and smiled. “Good, baby. Now I know what Bucky meant telling me you’re the rapture” blonde man rushed to put his clothes back on, then he simply left the bathroom, fastening his belt, leaving Emily shaking and naked. Trembling all over her sweaty body, she looked after him, then she quickly closed the door to bathroom and got under the shower. She felt his semen dripping down her thighs. Emily allowed the cold water to stimulate her mind and body, pulling her out of the blissful lethargy after a fulfillment in arms of Captain Rogers.

Call of repentance || Part I

Summary: reader is a member of the Golden Path. Under Amita's command you have to sneak to the Royal Palace to kill Pagan Min. But when you're about to fulfill your mission, you find youself unable to – under charm of king Min, you decide to switch the path and stand by the side of the Royal Army, becoming one of the leaders. 

Word Count:1540

Warnings: cursing

A/N: I've decided to separate that little story for two or three smaller parts. This is the first one. We don't wanna make another fanfiction, taking we have two main larger fics at the moment. But I've been in Far Cry 4 fandom for a long time period, so it's a really nice chance to me to come back to one of my favorite fandoms. I've wanted to create such story since very beginning, taking that Far Cry fandom was my very first one ever :) I still have a lot of sentiment toward all those characters, so I hope you all will enjoy my work.

Author: Rouge

The world was slowly waking up to life. The sun was more boldly penetrating through the morning mists, which were enshrouding Kyrat. A gentle wind was toring the crowns of the trees. In the air there was a smell of subtle spring.

When the first rays of the sun fell through the open window to the room of yours, they have gently illuminate your face still plunged in a dream.

You lazily opened your eyes and almost immediately narrowed them by light. You shielded your face with a hand and for a moment accustomed to the morning light.

When your eyes stopped hurting, you put hand down and stretched slowly.

You got up and went straight to the bathroom. You walked over to the sink, washed your teeth and face and looked at your reflection in a large, ornate mirror that hung just above the sink.

Your shiny hair shimmered in the light coming through the little window, your eyes were expressed energy. Your delicate, swarthy complexion was glowing.

You got dressed and when you ate a quick breakfast, you got out of your little wooden house.

You lived in Banapur, a little village in Southern Kyrat.

The life wasn't easy, especially there, in a country torn by a civil war.

Nothing left but a try to have as normal life as it was only possible to.

In Banapur, which was a main headquarter of the Golden Path, nothing was normal at all.

From the side it looked like the village was nothing more but a place where Kyrati people were living calmly. But the truth was, that all those houses were hiding a secret. Banapur was the last one mainstay of the Golden Path, the little organization created yet in the end of XX century to fight against the Royal Army leaded by Pagan Min, the King of Kyrat.

The story of him taking the crown was rather vile – first, Min was working with Royalists and when he got a chance, he betrayed them, killing the last King of Kyrat with his all family and then he called himself the next King.

A lot of people died in such hard time, under the dictatorship of Min.

And then, many years later, when son of Mohan came back to his motherland, the forces of the Golden Path got stronger. The organisation recruted a lot of new people, mostly young, to introduce them in a fight against Royal Army and Pagan Min himself.

Of course, no one said it will be an easy case, no. There was a lot of preparations before every action they were taking part in. A lot of people has been kidnapped by Army. They were killed or tortured or even put to Durgesh – the prison located high in Himalayas.

You were a member of the Golden Path too, you were under comman of Amita, one of two leaders.

The second one, Sabal, had such distinct view at the current situation in the country then Amita, so it caused a lot of misunderstandings and fights between those two.

And now there was a meeting in your part of camp. You, as the most trusted soldier had to take part in it too.

“What do you want to achieve?” you snarled.

“Since you have started working in Varshakot for De Pleur, you are even greater whore than you were” Sabal growled loudly, glancing at you with brows rised in a cruel grimace.

Amita stood up and almost immediately slapped the man in the cheek.

“What are you both doing?!” Ajay yelled with a loud voice, standing between Amita and Sabal.

“He started” Amita summed up. “He began to insult my soldier with no reason just because he is jealous of her work, Ajay” woman crossed arms at her chest.

“That isn't true!” Sabal said. “She began. She is trying to disturb me with our current mission at Sleeping Saints monastery” man pouted.

“Enough. Everyone split up” Ajay snapped sharply, frowning as he looked at other people gathered in the room. “You two, Amita and Sabal, you're gonna stay. And you too, Y/N!” young man looked at you with his big brown eyes. “As I see, you need someone to lead the way. So I'm hearing. I wanna hear both versions” he took a seat on the chair and crossed his legs, looking at Amita and then at Sabal.

“Let me start” she threw an anger gaze at Sabal, then she briefly looked at you and Ajay. “My proposition is to send Y/N to the Royal Palace. It won't be a problem, because guards know her. She is still working in Varshakot and De Pleur trusts her” Amita smirked. “So it will be easy. And then she's gonna be able to knock king down. Without witnesses. Without suspicions..”

Ajay only nodded and turned to Sabal. “What is your plan?”

Sabal has sighed before he spoke.

“Well, I think we should gather all our forces to prepare an attack at Varshakot first. And Y/N” he looked at you, “she knows that place really good. When we'll take that fortress, our people will believe in a upcoming success, they'll work more efficiently.”

You smiled sadly and decided to take part in the exchange of views.

“It won't be nothing else but a fake propaganda” your voice was harsh. “People's morale will rise, but when we're be attacked by Pagan's forces, they'll lose them again rather quickly” you summed up. “That's why I am more up to Amita's idea” you shrugged.

Ajay nodded in silence, then he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Let's do that. Let's destroy his forces from inside” he looked hardly into Amita's eyes. “I'm by your side this time.”

Sabal growled and got up, leaving the room.

You were torn out from sleep in the middle of the night by a powerful roar, which echo bounced off the mountain peaks surrounding the Southern Kyrat.

You quickly got out of bed and lit the lamp standing on the nightstand. You took a long hoodie from the chair and carelessly threw it over your shoulders.

You pinned your hair in a ponytail.

You went downstairs and then outside the house.

After entering the main square of Banapur, you noticed, that most of the villagers were gathered outside their homes. Some stood in larger groups, others were walking around.

You walked in the direction of the main building, where all soldiers were supposed to be.

Standing in front of the main entrance, through the wide open door, you saw Sabal and Ajay, both were talking loudly.

Next to them there was Longinus, who spoke with someone by walkie-talkie.

There were also a couple of other people, who were preparing weapons.

Suddenly, Amita came out from the building, dressed in a long brown cargo pants, hiking boots and a T-shirt with long sleeves.

When she saw you, immediately she came up to you.

“What happened?” you asked reluctantly.

“Apparently, somewhere in the vicinity of Baghadur the bomb has exploded” woman summed up.

“What?!” you asked with your eyes wide open. “How do you know about it?”

Amita shrugged.

“Apparently, a small branch of the Golden Path has been returning by forest from their exercises. They saw it with their own eyes. The explosion reportedly was huge!” Amita looked thoughtful.

“Perfect” there was a loud voice of Sabal. “Now Noore will ask Pagan to make a retaliation, because she's gonna think that it was us who set the bomb at her fortress, fuck” he snapped, catching Amita's shoulder. “Again we're about to lose many people, little bitch, it's your fucking fault! You're gonna have their blood on your hands”.

You pushed him away from Amita.

“Leave her!” you gnarled harshly. “It wasn't her fault at all. Nor any of us” you rised your chin up.

Ajay approched you all. He looked so sad when he has spoken.

“I think we don't have time to prepare Y/N to mission. She needs to sneak there as soon as possible, Amita” his voice was nothing more but whisper. “We need to act. We won't let them to take us down.”

Cool wind of the night dispeled Pagan's unbuttoned white shirt.

Yuma silently went to Pagan and put her hand gently on his shoulder.

“I do not want to just believe, that they organized something like that. As for them, it's too big undertaking.”

She felt, that the muscles of Pagan are tensed. She knew, he was furious.

“I almost lost you” he turned to Yuma and hugged her tightly around the waist, looking down at her. “Paul will find people, who are responsible for the explosion. If it turns out, that Sabal or Amita was behind it, I will personally stick my kukri into his or her heart” he said. “I lost Ishwari long time ago. I can't lose my little sister” he said.

Yuma frowned hearing the name of her brother's ex lover, but she nodded carefully. “You won't lose me, I'm too tough” she took a step back. “Going to check if our guards are preparing weapons” she turned around and walked out of the balcony.

Pagan knew, that until they'll find out, who organized the attack, he won't know peace.