Holding HandsRed vs Blue
“No, no, no, no, no…” The Celtic green and black armored female agent back pedaled away from the Pelican drop ship in fear.
Carolina, who was already standing in the ship with the rest of the seated team, heaved a frustrated sigh at the younger agent. “Arizona, stop it. You are being ridiculous!” the aqua-colored agent snapped.
“I don’t care!” Arizona shouted back, her voice shaking a little.
“I will have you sedated if you don’t cooperate,” Carolina warned, an impatient tone edging her voice.
“No!” The terrified woman spun around to bolt, but collided with a solid mass of armored muscle. She looked up to see the golden sheen of Maine’s EVA helmet staring back down at her.
“Glad you could join us, Maine,” Carolina remarked to the bulky Freelancer. “Now bring Arizona over here with you so we can get going. We don’t have a
No One Loves You When You're Evil- Pt. 13PitchxReader Fanfiction
Key: y/n= your name
m/n= mother's name
f/n= father's name
As the afternoon rolls around, the Nightmare horse, that Pitch Black had so graciously let you use as transportation, drops you off on the front porch right before the front door to your home. The shadowy animal disappears into the darkness with a soft whinny. You let out a long sigh as you brace yourself to knock on the door. However, the door swings open just as you raise a hand to rap your knuckles on the wood, your father standing before you in the doorway now.
“Y-Y/n…?” your father stutters out your name, disbelief clearly etched on his face. You merely make a slow nod in response.
“Honey? I thought you were leaving.” You hear your mother from further in the house.
“M/n! Come here! Y/n is home!” Your father exclaims in glee once t
Chp. 14- Drunken Antics
Stripped of her entitlement to the mafia family’s jacket and hat as well as her previously higher-positioned duties, Z was forced to work among the grunts of the Eventide family. “What’re you looking at?” she snapped at a few of the other members as she walked past them. They averted their gazes but they didn’t seem to be intimidated by Z anymore. The brunette swore under her breath, hating Horatio for taking that intimidation away from her.
“So, working down at ground zero, huh Chloe?” Mitchell spoke up from where he was leaning against a wall in the hall Z was walking.
“Obviously,” she growled in reply, not even bothering to look at the blonde man as she kept on walking.
Mitchell paused for a moment before running after her and walking alongside her. “So, since you’re free…” he started, trying hard not to hesitat