Multi-Fandom One Shots

The Firehawk's Sunspot (NSFW)

When coming to Pandora, Lilith was already coated with dread. She hated her home world. And yet, there was one bright spot. She didn't have time to think about that sliver of peace shining somewhere in the world. She had a mission to complete and collect upon. But she didn't. She didn't get paid; she got a self-discovery. She got a sort of family. And once the world was safe and a bit of peace was spread throughout the world, she made time for it. She was the stronger person on Pandora, a Siren, the Firehawk. So she had to sneak out of her own home to avoid stalkers. Bandits had always been a fucking psycho and seeking out a leader. Usually, it was someone who was better at killing. Either they had a special weapon or armor or they are just particularly vicious. It attracted the weak. So Lilith was left flying through the air alone. Now, she didn't mind as it was faster, but it was also lonesome. She was left alone with her worried thoughts. What if you were dead? What if you wanted nothing to do with her? She had sort of just run off. Well, she was about to find out.

Context clues indicated that you were still very much alive. Your building was still standing, still running with electricity in the wires surrounding it and by the singular light inside. Landing inside your fence, Lilith corrected her jacket which needed no correction. She took a few steps forward and two automatic turrets built themselves up, firing continuously at her. She had her own shield, but avoided the occasional laser beam which penetrated her protection. An alarm went off and you came flying out the front door, spinning with a long rifle pointed right at the redhead. Her red-purple energy surrounded her more than her shield and it blipped her out of existence. She reappeared right behind you and the turrets stopped firing. "Hey, hon," she greeted.

You had aged just as she had, and Lilith had two seconds to take it all in. You moved the gun to be pointed at her after some consideration, and Lilith tried to smack it away. You kept a good grip on the weapon and twisted under it to control the barrel again, this time swinging widely to smack her with it. She kicked over the gun and used the underside of her knee to grab it. You went for her throat, delivering a punch with your palm hard enough that she paused. You jumped and kicked her back, taking the gun off of your turret. The other synced up with yours and they both were pointed at the Siren.

On her knees, Lilith raised her hands. "Not the welcome I was expecting."

"It was arrogant of you to think you were welcome," you finally spoke.

It felt like a win to Lilith. She was still alive, you hadn't shot her. Getting up, she looked you straight in the eye. "You still think I'm arrogant..." she mused to herself.

You secured the gun a little firmer against your shoulder. "Always were. What's that fancy shit you were pulling?"

"Can we talk?" Lilith tried. She wanted to be somewhere more comfortable where she could apologize and explain a few things.

"We are talking," you snipped.

With the wave of her hand, Lilith sent a burst of energy at your turret, demolishing it.

Your jaw fell open. As far as you'd seen, she had nothing in her hands. How was she doing all of this?

"Things have changed since we were kids," she tried to explain partially now.

"You got that right." You watched her through the scope.

With a disappointed sigh, Lilith disappeared and reappeared in front of you. She snatched the barrel of the gun and energy lit the whole thing up, making you jump and release it at the burn. You tried to kick her in the stomach again, but she caught you and spun you into the wall of your dwelling. You collided and tried to get back up for another fight, but Lilith walked right past you, entering your sitting room. "Love what you've done with the place."