Call of oneshots

Morte x Slick! Reader

Milady
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Y/N smiled menacingly, although on the brink of death. She stared at her opponent, giggling intensely.

Instead of finishing her off, the opponent who is now doubling back on his idea of even fighting her started to step back.

"Come fight me, im weak." Y/N chirped sharply.

Y/N did not like anonymity. Her face was fully shown, wearing a black fedora, slack military grade trousers and combat boots. She would definitely like you to remember her face as she watches you come to an end.

Her face was splashed with her own blood. Y/N grew weaker and weaker over time. Her enemy charged straight toward her limping body.

She punched him directly in the neck, feeling his vocal hiss vibrate on her fingers.

"Wanna know why they call me a nightmare?" She laughed, stomping his face in weakly.

"Its because i always have a backup." She fainted from the bullet wounds in her legs and arms, bleeding freely. Strong arms caught her and put her down gently on the stone.

The male laughed, going over to the man now barely alive, panting for air.

"So long!" Morte pulled cocked back his Mk2 Carbine, stuffing the barrel down his throat and firing it once, feeling the man go limp in his hands.

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"S-Sergio (morte)," Y/N woke up in a cold sweat, panicked. She looked at her surroundings. White curtains on the window, softly colored walls and white sheets.. a bed.

"Y/N, why did you wake up so suddenly?" He hugged her tighter in his arms, holding her close.

"I got a bit scared. I had a bad dream, thats all." Y/N softly giggled, laying back down. The sheets were cold, making Y/N jump slightly.

"Frick," she muttered. "Im cold."

"Milady?" He grinned, snaking his arms all the way around her body. The two layed on their sides, hugging close to eachother. Y/Ns back was against his stomach, as he cuddled up to keep his lady warm.

She blushed, scooting closer, although at this point there was no space to close. Getting cheeky, she placed a kiss on his nose after turning over to greet his face.

"Milady, where are you going? Again?" He asked, pouting as she escaped his hold and got up.

She went into the bathroom, tracing her fingers along her upper thighs, then her shin. Was it really all a dream?

There were bandages, but the bandages looked worn. She undid them quietly and quickly. Y/N gasped sharply as she saw the stitches on her legs. She moved to her arms, looking at the stitches on them.

"Milady-" the bathroom door opened, with mortes pale face looking in. He had his hat on, making Y/N giggle at him.

"I may have thought everything was a dream." She admitted, cheekily.

"I ' ll go get the bandage." His voice echoed into the bathroom when he left to go surf through closests for the bandages.

Sergio rushed into the room with the bandages. "Hey, stay still."

"Are you sure this isnt a dream?" Y/N sighed, extending out her arm for him to bandage.

"Im gonna prove to you this isnt a dream." As Sergio spoke, he puffed his chest playfully.

"Dammi un bacio!(give me a kiss!)" He spoke in italian. Y/N hears him say the line all the time, so she assumes its something good.

He pouted, not receiving any kisses but just giggles in return. He gave her cheeks tiny pecks here and there. Eventually kissing down to her arm.

He stopped at her hand and looked up to her eyes. He tipped his hat.

"mia signora(M'Lady)."