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therenlover · 3 years

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Therenlover’s Official Fanfic Glossary!

Hey hey hey! This is the place where you can find all my up-to-date fanfics linked nicely, read about what projects I have upcoming, and learn what requests I’m taking at the moment! Cheers!

This post is massive so, for the sake of your dash, everything is under the cut

A NOTE ABOUT REQUESTS!

I will do my best to fulfill any requests I get while my ask box/requests are open! That being said, I cannot promise every request will get done, and that if they do, they’ll be done in a timely manner. I’m currently working on a long-form project that needs a lot of time and energy to come out consistently, so unless I’m doing a writing event most of my writing juice will be focused on that. That being said, if you want something ask! The worst I can possibly do is direct you towards someone else who might be able to write what you want if I cant.

If I choose not to do your request based on personal preference (it makes me uncomfy/I don’t write for the character at that time/I don’t feel I can write what you want/etc.) I will do my best to contact you and let you know! That being said, if you think your ask got buried/forgotten, feel free to message me again and let me know, but please tell me when you message me if I should be looking for a prior request.

Characters/Fandoms I will write for currently

💙 = I’m Currently Super Inspired To Write For This Character

Marvel/X-Men

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Peter Maximoff 💙

Pietro Maximoff

Helmut Zemo 💙

Hank McCoy

Ralph Bohner 💙

Vision

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker 💙

Kyle Spencer (Pre- and Post- Death)

Jimmy Darling 💙

James Patrick March 💙

Kai Anderson

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Armitage Hux 💙

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Finn

Han Solo

Assorted/Random

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne - FGO

Cu Chulainn/Cu Alter - FGO

Warren Lipka - American Animals 💙

Enjolras - Les Miserables

Grantaire - Les Miserables

Gabriel - Supernatural

Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

Oneshots - REQUESTS CLOSED

Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

Currently Empty

Star Wars

Currently Empty

Assorted/Random

Currently Empty

Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

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I love you all, you make me so happy, and without you support I would never be motivated to write! Cheers!

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atla-hcs-and-bakoda · 3 years

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Bato’s Backstory

ok so this is gonna be long, buckle up. This is my personal interpretation of bato’s backstory, it likely makes no canonical or reasonable sense, but canon does not exist and i make the rules. this is purely self-indulgent crack-treated-seriously. This is what all the other hcs, unless stated otherwise, will be set in.

Note about Bato: in my interpretation of him, he has teal/cyan eyes and darker brown hair than in the show, his skin tone has not changed.

(unfortunately this is not a zukka au, just a bakoda one. bato’s backstory is kind of an au in my mind, so when i do ship zukka, its not in this au)

(the bold letters at the beginning of the paragraphs are for accessibility)

‘Present’ (only a few months after zuko’s coronation) ages: Hakoda & Bato - 41 Kya - 42 Iroh - 65 Ozai - 47

under the cut because oh boy this is long, sorry asdfghfd

So, our story begins in the fire nation, about 59 AG, Iroh is the 25 year old crown prince, and recently had a child with his wife, Minami, on the coldest day of winter. They named him Shui, and they, quite frankly, spoilt him with their love. Minami stayed in the castle while Iroh was at war, and always sang to Shui while putting his hair up or putting him to bed.

One day, when Shui was 9, Azulon decided to take his family to Ember Islands on vacation, like the royal family has been doing for generations. However, there was a bad storm, and the ship got thrown near the south. Little Shui followed Iroh onto the deck, and fell overboard when a big wave hit the other side of the boat, rocking it and making him fall.

The royal family and crew tried to save him, but the waves dragged him under, and once the storm cleared, he was presumed dead. Iroh and Minami mourned the loss of their first son, who died so young that he hardly got to live life at all. Ozai mourned to a minor extent, as he was 15 at the time and wasn’t as bad as he is in the present, but not for as long as Shui’s parents, or grandfather, did.

Meanwhile, in the southern water tribe, little 9 year old Hakoda was wandering down at the seaside with his father when he came across a young boy unconscious in the snow, the cold water nearly freezing him to death. His father hurried him back to the tribe with the young boy’s body. For days, Hakoda sat beside the bed, rarely moving from the spot, keeping watch on the mystery boy. And eventually, he woke up.

Hakoda introduced himself once the boy was fully awake, but when asked his name, the boy said “i...i don’t remember...” So, instead, Hakoda decided to pick a name for him; Bato. The boy agreed to the name, and after a week, got adopted by one of the tribesmen, a close friend of Hakoda’s father. After that, the two children were an unstoppable duo, they did many successful pranks on everyone, including Hakoda’s mother, Kanna.

However, every once in a while, Bato would blurt out something without thinking, and when questioned, wouldn’t be able to remember it at all. For instance, Bato and Hakoda were once watching the stars late at night, when Bato pointed at a constellation and called it Druk. Hakoda laughed, but Bato insisted that was its name. Hakoda asked where Bato learned that, since thats not what their tribe calls it, and Bato had no recollection of learning it.

(This continued well into teenagehood, when Bato realised at the ripe old age of 14 that he was, in fact, in love with his best friend. He didn’t come out for a long time, in fear of his tribe’s reaction. Deep down he knew they’d accept him with open arms, but his anxiety said otherwise.)

At 12, there was a fire nation raid while Bato was at the seaside, and he recognised both the ship and flag instantly despite not being told prior about the Southern Raiders. He ran to tell the chief, and thanks to his quick reaction, saved the tribe to a degree. Many waterbenders still died, however.

At 15, Bato and Hakoda went ice-dodging with their respective fathers- and eachother. Hakoda recieved the mark of the wise, and Bato recieved the mark of the brave.

One night at 15, they were cuddling in Hakoda’s bed (because thats what best friends do, of course. its cold, no other reason, totally not) when Hakoda noticed Bato’s eye color; Teal. not the regular water tribe blue, not a dark blue, or even a light blue, but pure Teal. Although hakoda would still argue to this day that bato’s eyes are cyan. When questioned about his eye color, Bato shrugged and brushed it off as an uncommon trait. But Hakoda realised nobody else in the tribe had cyan eyes, just blue.

Then, at 16, the boys got into a bad avalanche that resulted in Hakoda getting knocked out. Bato woke up hours later, and pulled his best friend out of the snow. He realised Hakoda wasnt breathing, and started to cry, taking his gloves off to cling to Hakoda and try feel the warmth of his pulse, to no avail. He closed his eyes and cried, when his hands lit on fire. When he realised what he just did, he put the flame out and made a plan, carrying Hakoda to the dog sled quite a bit from the avalanche, and set them on course for the tribe while he carefully lit his hands back on fire after a few attempts, and kept Hakoda warm.

Just before they got to the tribe, Hakoda started breathing again, shallowly, and his father quickly took both of them to the healer when they arrived back. This time, it was Bato who sat beside the bed and waited for Hakoda to wake up, refusing to eat much until his friend woke up.

He never told anyone about his bending.

A few months later, Hakoda met and started dating Kya, and Bato’s heart broke. he was happy for hakoda, he really was, but deep down it still hurt him to see him with someone else.

At 20, Hakoda’s father went off to war. At 22, Hakoda became Chief, and Bato became the second-in-command.

At 23, Hakoda proposed to Kya after like 20 failed attempts at carving a betrothal necklace. Bato’s heart broke a tiny bit more, but he ignored it to be happy for his friend. Bato had to sleep alone for the first time since he joined the southern water tribe, he didn’t sleep much when alone.

2 years later, at 25, Sokka was born, and Bato babysat him a lot when Hakoda and Kya were busy. Bato admittedly vented to baby sokka quite a bit, and showed him very minor firebending tricks he practiced during sleepless nights, which was most nights.

At 26, Katara was born, and Bato now babysat two little children, both of which he adored with all his heart. He himself is infertile, so Katara and Sokka were the closest thing he had to his own children.

Things went mostly peacefully for years, until 34, when Kya got killed. After the raid, Hakoda wouldnt eat for days at a time, completely depressed and exhausted. Bato would offer him small plates of food and sit with him, letting him vent or cry or whatever Hakoda needed to do to get the stress and pain out. He also looked after Sokka and Katara while Hakoda couldn’t, and usually slept next to Hakoda’s bed, watching over the chief, along with his kids, as both children were terrified to sleep by themselves, Hakoda was scared of losing them, and Bato couldn’t bare the thought of not keeping them safe.

After years of recovering, Hakoda eventually had to head out to war with the men of the tribe, Bato included. Bato’s heart broke watching Sokka beg to come with them, but he knew it was for the best.

3 months after leaving, Bato came out to Hakoda in the Chieftan’s private room in the boat, and Hakoda accepted him with open arms, and promised to not tell anyone until Bato was ready. Bato fell a lot more in love.

At 5 months, he started very carefully dropping hints to Hakoda that he likes him, slightly-too-friendly-to-be-platonic compliments, cuddling him in hakoda’s room “because its cold” (they were nowhere near cold climates), and other vaugely homoerotic stuff like that. All of it went over Hakoda’s head.

(At 6 months he straight up told Hakoda at night on the deck “Your my stars, Hakoda. Whenever i’m lost, you always bring me home.”, and Hakoda responded “Thanks Bato, I’m happy your my friend too.”, Bato stayed awake all night in utter disbelief. He still teases Hakoda about it.)

1 year after leaving, Bato realised he might not be as much of a guy as he thought he was. He silently decided to put that train of thoughts on hold until the war was over. (In his heart he knew the war would never be over until the fire nation won. especially with sozin’s comet only a year away and- he doesnt remember what sozin’s comet is.)

When his arm got burned, he burned the soldier right back with his good arm out of sight of everyone else, and managed to shove them overboard before the pain hit him. He’s always had a high pain tolerance. After the fight ended, Hakoda carried Bato to the abbey, and they had a tearful goodbye, where Bato quietly confessed his love as Hakoda walked out the room. Hakoda thought about it until he saw Bato again.

When they reunited, Hakoda confessed his love back to Bato, and they kissed right in the open, it took a lot of self control for the other tribesmen to not cheer, they had known for literally forever, the only person in the tribe who didnt know bato was in love with hakoda was hakoda.

Somehow, it took until the war was over for Sokka and Katara to find out they had a step-dad. They already considered Bato to be their second dad, so not much exactly changed.

The day of Zuko’s coronation, Bato got talking with Iroh, and when the topic came to children, Iroh explained how both his sons were dead, one dying at 9 from a storm, and the other dying at 20 from war. When Iroh says his youngest (eldest?) son’s name, Shui, Bato remembers the storm, and Iroh notices Bato’s rare cyan eyes.

They have a nice reunion, although Bato has to sit down for a while to process all this and figure out his family tree. He decides not to tell Hakoda yet, but he does spend a while walking through the palace with Iroh and remembering parts of his early childhood. He cant bring himself to go into the room of firelord portraits.

A month after zuko’s coronation, he sits Hakoda down and explains that he’s a bender, and he’s apparently fire nation royalty. Hakoda gets temporarily mad, but eventually calms down and hugs Bato when his friend told him that his firebending saved both himself and hakoda, and that he would never be like his forefathers or uncle. Hakoda takes a while to fully accept it, but eventually warms up (heh) to the concept, and continues to use Bato as a personal space heater.

Two months after zuko’s coronation, he finally decides to tackle the “i’m not as much as a guy as i thought” issue, and he decides to go to Iroh and Toph for advice over tea, where Iroh suggests some wise stuff, but Toph simply explains what non-binary is, and suggests Bato may be Demiboy. (Although Bato prefers to call himself Demiguy, he doesnt like being called a boy) The Gender Crisis continues for about another week, and takes another half a month for him to come out to Hakoda. Bato was somewhat internally afraid he wouldnt be counted as one of the men, but Hakoda was overwhelmingly supportive, and admitted that he knew Bato wasn’t exactly cis, he just never knew the words to use.

Bato spends a while at the palace after the coronation to get his bearings on being half fire nation and a prince, he learns purple is a very good color on him.(Hakoda later jokes that it was foreshadowing for Bato realising he was enby, as he wasnt blue or red)

He bonds quite a bit with Zuko, Iroh, and Toph during his stay, but eventually goes back to the southern water tribe, the place he truly considers home. Although, he does go and visit the fire nation every once in a while. He even goes to Ember Islands and has a vacation day with both of his families.

After about two years, He finally makes a betrothal necklace for Hakoda, with the symbol of the water tribe on it and flames coming up from the waves, both of them totally cry happy tears when he proposes privately under the light of the aurora.

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janeykath318 · 3 years

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Once Upon A Time (WinterShock Fantasy AU)

Once upon a time there lived a happy, mischievous Princess named Darcy. Sadly orphaned at a young age, she was surrounded by loving caregivers, who taught her how to be a good, but kind ruler.

When Princess Darcy was just twelve years old, the regent Lord Phillip noticed she showed signs of being gifted with magic, a rare ability in that land.

After some consultation with Darcy’s other guardians, he decided she should learn how to use her gift and Darcy started magic classes. By the time she was sixteen, she had learned many useful spells and was becoming better at controlling her magic.

In history class, she learned of the great wars between the evil practitioners of black magic known as Hydra and the wizards and knights of the kingdom.

Hydra had been defeated, but at the cost of many lives, including those of the stouthearted Sir Steven Rogers and Sir James Barnes, whose great deeds lived on in story and song. Darcy passed by their portraits in the great hall and wished she could have known those great men. Sir James she found especially appealing with his mirth filled grey-blue eyes, well-shaped face and dark brown hair.

As her twenty-first birthday approached and she readied to take up the mantle of queen, many suitors sought her hand. Most of them didn’t make it past Lord Phillip, who carefully questioned them to gauge their character and intentions, and the few who did did not arouse Darcy’s interest.

Then came the shocking revelation that Sir Steven had been found alive, having been encased in an enchanted block of ice for seventy years. He was brought to the castle and tended to by physicians and healers before Lord Phillip and Lord Nicholas questioned him. Finally, they were finished and allowed Darcy to have an audience with him.

Excited to meet one of the heroic men of history, she perked up when Lord Phillip brought him into her reception room.

He was tall, with a powerful physique, golden hair, and melancholy blue eyes.

“Sir Steven!” She greeted, as he bowed before.

“Your highness,” he replied politely.

“We are glad to find you alive against all odds. How do you feel after your awakening?”

“Physically well, but I struggle to reconcile with the passage of time, your highness,” he answered with surprising honesty. Nearly all of my contemporaries are dead or nearly dead and I as yet do not know how to restart my life.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine,” Darcy said gently, heart aching for the man who’d given up everything for the kingdom. “But just know that if you need a friendly ear to talk to, I am happy to lend mine. Anything you need, just say the word and Phillip will see to it.”

Over the next few months, Steven and Darcy made friends and he told her many stories of his adventures with Sir James, or Bucky, as Steven called him.

Unfortunately, with six months to go before Darcy’s coronation as queen, Hydra began to make its presence known again with the reappearance of their legendary assassin, The Winter Soldier, who felled several wizards and was rumored to be sent after the princess herself. Alarmed, Phillip increased the number of Darcy’s bodyguards and brought in the renowned Lady Natasha for extra security and help planning against Hydra’s threats.

Much as she liked Steven, Darcy chafed at having him everywhere. Her complaints fell on deaf ears, however. Lord Nicholas and Lord Phillip were on high alert and stood firm.

One day, Darcy and Steven walked through the great hall together and he shared anecdotes of several of the royals depicted on its walls. When they reached Sir James’s portrait, Steven fell silent for several moments, grief so raw in his face that Darcy turned away out of respect.

“It must still seem fresh to you,” she said quietly. “I am sorry for your loss, Steven.”

“Thank you, your highness,” he sighed. “Yes, to me it seems like it only happened a few days ago. We were ambushed on a treacherous mountain pass. I tried my hardest to reach him, but he lost his hold and…….fell.”

He swallowed hard, struggling with the memory.

“I know he would have liked you,” he told the Princess. “Bucky appreciated your type of humor and wit. He also was fascinated with magic, albeit only mildly had a very small ability in that area.”

“Sir James had magic?” Darcy asked, even more intrigued.

“He did,” Steve confirmed with a faint smile. “Mostly used it to annoy me: make my armor turn weird colors, grow out my beard to an unnatural length, give my horse a purple tail.”

Darcy chuckled. “What a rascal. Did I tell you how I gave Phillip a toupee once?”

Steve looked at her in amused disbelief.

“No, but I must know now.”

For several weeks, the period of watchfulness continued, but nothing happened and Darcy began to hope that the danger wasn’t coming after all, then one night she was awakened abruptly by Natasha.

“Get up your highness. Your life is in danger.”

“Wha-huh?” Darcy replied sleepily, brain struggling to come to. A pile of clothing was thrown onto her bed.

“Hydra. They nearly killed Lord Nicholas in a late raid. Put on the disguise and pack one bag. We need to get you out of here. Steven is waiting with the horses.”

Numbly, Darcy dressed in the plain gown and dark cloak Natasha had provided and quickly packed a few belongings, hoping desperately her friends were safe.

Natasha led her out through the secret underground exit that led out behind the stables where Steven was waiting, armored and well armed.

“What happened?” Darcy whispered as she mounted the horse behind Natasha. He was a good rider herself, but in the dark and under threat, she was more than happy to have the expert take the reins.

“The Winter Soldier attacked,” Steve said grimly. “I fended him off, but he will likely be back. We are headed for the stronghold of Lord Anthony deep in the mountains. It’s the safest place for you right now.”

The journey was long and hard, taking almost the whole night. They were only a few miles away, when they were overtaken by a black knight on a black horse, covered head to toe in armor, the only mark on him a red star on his silver left arm.

Steve muttered an oath.

“The Winter Soldier!” He muttered. “Get down!”

Darcy obeyed. She heard the sounds of swords clashing as Steve fought the intruder, then there was a ping! Sound and metal hit the ground and Steve cried out “Bucky!” In an anguished tone followed by a deeper voice saying “Who the hell is Bucky?”

Now it was Natasha’s turn to swear, but she stuck close to Darcy. Peering up a bit, she could see the tall knight, his helmet now gone, revealing dark brown hair and finely shaped jaw. Her heart jumped into her throat. It was Sir James! He looked completely cold and menacing, but there was something so dead in his eyes, she knew there was something wildly amiss.

Reaching out with her magic, she sensed the thick cloak of dark magic upon him and guessed Hydra had him under some spell.

“What do you want?” She heard Steve ask.

“My mission is the Princess. Hand her over. They want her alive.”

“Over my dead body,” Steve growled.

“Very well.”

The swords clashed again and the struggle began again. This time, she could tell it was going badly for Steve.

Darcy couldn’t stand it anymore. She stood up, brushing off Natasha’s restraining arm and walked over to the scene of the fight. Steve was now bleeding on the ground, still trying to get Bucky to remember him. James had his sword at Steve’s throat and was ready to plunge it in when Steve murmured, “I’m with you to the end of the line.”

This made The Soldier pause and the cold expression in his eyes was replaced with a flash of recognition followed by pure panic.

Darcy stepped forward.

“Don’t kill him! I’ll surrender.”

James whirled around to face her, confusion written all over his face.

“What are you doing, your highness?” She heard Steve hiss out, but Darcy had a plan and she needed to get closer.

“You surrender?” James repeated dully.

“Yes,” Darcy said. “Do what you have to do.”

He stalked towards her with his knife drawn, and Darcy stood stock still, waiting for the right moment. She knew a spell she was pretty sure would work, but it would likely leave her exhausted. At this point, exhausted was preferable to dead and she had to try to help James.

Summoning every ounce of magical strength she could, she cried out, “Restore!” and held out her hands.

Bolts of magical energy sparked from her fingertips and connected with James, wrapping around his head. The energy warred with the darkness and caused it to dissipate and vanish.

James fell over unconscious.

“What did you do?” Steve asked, having dragged himself painfully over to his friend.

“A restoration spell. Hydra was controlling his mind. I cancelled it out,” Darcy sighed, suddenly exhausted.

“Can we bring him to the stronghold? It might be some time before he wakes.”

Steve looked at his friend and nodded.

“We will. I really hope you are right, your highness.”

Between the three of them, they managed to haul James to the gates of the stronghold. It took rather longer to convince Lord Anthony to let him in, but Darcy shamelessly pulled rank on the man and he finally relented.

She was almost stumbling with exhaustion by the time they reached the keep and Natasha almost carried her off to the guest chamber provided.

“I want to be there when he wakes up!”’she protested.

“He may not wake up for some time,” Natasha answered. “Your spell is still working on him. Please rest, your highness. He won’t get away, I promise.”

So Darcy finally agreed and shortly fell into deep slumber. She awoke rather disoriented and very rumpled.

“Ugh. I look like a hag, not a Princess!” She moaned, repulsed by her reflection in the mirror. She managed to get herself into a somewhat respectable state when Natasha came for her.

“Is he awake?” Darcy asked eagerly.

“Yes. He awoke about an hour ago and seems to be himself again. He recognized Steve.”

“That is wonderful news! Please take me to him.”

Natasha obliged and showed Darcy into the room where a bandaged and rather battered looking Steve sat beside James. Darcy felt a pang of remorse for not trying a healing spell on him.

Both men got to their feet as she entered, Steve rather shakily.

“Bucky, this is her highness Princess Darcy. She is strong in good magic and wove the spell that freed you from Hydra. I trust you rested well, Your highness?”

“I did, but sit down, Steven, before you fall down. You need to see the healers.”

“Just what I’ve been telling him….wait PRINCESS Darcy? You saved me?”

James’s voice was filled with awe and wonder as he looked at her, blue eyes now clear and sharp like in his portrait. Oh, heavens, he was incredibly handsome and for a moment she was speechless as they stared at each other. Finally, Bucky shook himself and knelt before her, bowing his head.

“Where are my manners? Forgive me your highness. I cannot thank you enough for what you have done. I am your devoted servant henceforth.”

“Sir James, I am very happy to see you in your own mind. I am so relieved that it worked,” Darcy assured him, holding out her hand to show him she accepted his thanks. He kissed it, looking reverently into her eyes and Darcy felt her heart skip a beat. She could feel the unspoken connection between them.

“You and Steven will be honored as heroes,” she declared.

“Steven is well deserving,” James agreed, a shadow falling over his face. “I do not know that I am deserving to hold the title of knight anymore. The things I have done would sicken you.”

“You mean the things Hydra forced you to do?” Darcy responded. “Hydra’s deeds do sicken me, but the reason you became their captive in the first place was because you were fighting to end their reign of terror. You will not be held liable for something you had no control over.”

“You are very gracious, your highness,” James said gratefully.

Darcy turned to Steven next and gently scolded him for not getting his wounds tended to before using a healing spell on him.

Lord Anthony came in to check on his guests and give them an update on the situation at the Castle.

“Hydra had infiltrated some of the guard and it has been difficult to weed them out,” he informed them. “Jasper Sitwell and Lord Alexander are both Hydra and have vowed to take over the kingdom. I am sending reinforcements as soon as I can.”

Anger stirred in Darcy.

“The traitors! I will kick their posteriors!!”

Steve looked startled at her uncouth language, but Anthony grinned and James’s mouth twitched in amusement.

“I like the spirit, your highness, but it’s safer for you to remain here. My stronghold has magical defenses and right now, you are Hydra’s number one target. There is a large bounty on your head.”

Darcy turned pale and gripped a nearby table for support.

She was almost shaking with rage and fear, but told herself to calm down. She had to be strong for her country.

“I can’t just sit back here while you all risk your lives. You know I can defend myself with my magic,” she reminded them.

“You can, but the ratio of Hydra to loyal soldiers is much too high and we cannot risk losing you,” Natasha reminded her. “You’re the last of your family line.”

Darcy deflated at this painful reminder. She knew Natasha was right and she couldn’t endanger the throne by rushing headlong into danger, but she hated the thought of waiting all by herself.

In the end, James volunteered to stay with her as protection duty, being a most powerful warrior. She couldn’t help but be pleased at his company, despite the circumstances.

Before Anthony and the army departed, she took care to lay helpful enchantments upon Steve’s sword and Shield and Natasha’s knives and the archers’ bows.

Satisfied at last, she saw them off with well wishes and turned back to James, who walked beside her back to the luxurious library that she’d picked out as the room to hole up in.

“Come sit by me, James,” she requested. “You can be vigilant in comfort.”

“Thank you, your highness,” he responded, carefully seating himself beside her. Up close, she could see how well built he was and how strong his arms were. She had to stifle a sudden urge to feel his biceps: both the flesh and the metal one.

“Did Hydra equip you with the metal arm?” she asked.

“They did,” James confirmed. “I lost my arm in the fall that led to my capture. They designed it to be another weapon. I shudder to think of how much blood it has spilled.”

He clenched and unclenched his metal fist, sad blue eyes looking reproachfully at it.

“Maybe we can get you a new one once we’ve stomped them out once and for all,” she suggested. “I know Stark would love to upstage them and make a better one. He is very gifted in that area.”

“You are very thoughtful, your highness,” he said, giving her another grateful look that brought a lump to her throat. The poor man was clearly not used to being treated like a human and it hurt her to think of.

“Please call me Darcy,” she requested. “There’s no one else around and it gets old hearing “your highness” all the time.”

“Darcy,” he repeated, saying her name reverently. “What a lovely name.”

The next few days were trying ones for the Princess as she waited for news from the battle. James told her many stories of his and Steve’s adventures and she told him about her childhood and her mishaps while learning magic.

James admitted one of the reasons he’d stayed behind was because he feared Hydra would speak the words to him that would trigger his Winter Soldier persona.

“You mean you didn’t stay because of my captivating beauty and charm?” Darcy said teasingly.

“Now, I didn’t say that, Princess,” he said, flushing a bit. You are very pleasant to be around. I just thought you should be made aware there still might be traces of the spell in me.”

“We’ll have you examined by our best wizards,” Darcy promised, anxious to reassure him. “Their knowledge is greater than mine and they will be able to rid you of any lingering effects.”

“I hope so,” James murmured. “I really hope so.”

He looked at her for a long moment with an expression that made her heartbeat quicken before he sighed and looked sad again, as if longing for something out of his reach.

She saw that expression several more times over the next few days and wished she could comfort him.

Five days later, a messenger returned to the stronghold to bring news both good and bad. The good news was that the Hydra uprising had been crushed and its members dead or in custody. The bad news: the chaos had stirred up a legendary dragon, who was headed straight for the palace.

James thought Darcy should stay at the stronghold, but she overruled him.

“I appreciate your consideration, but I must return and oversee the investigation. I need to talk to the wizards about you as well. I cannot hide any longer. I will go mad.”

He’d sighed and gone to bring the horses around.

The journey back was done as stealthily as possible, and Darcy watched James with interest as he skillfully and silently guided them along the journey, always on high alert. She felt safer with him than any of her bodyguards, good as they were. This knight had had his senses honed to a razor sharpness that was unlike anything she’d seen. She wondered if part of it was due to his latent magic powers and if he’d ever used them. But magic was not a topic he seemed willing to discuss, other than the moment he’d thanked her for rescuing him from it.

They returned to a palace that was very chaotic, evidence of fighting all around it and grim faced guards everywhere.

Darcy went straight to Lord Phillip and Lord Nicholas who were in consultation with Lord Anthony, all three looking very somber.

“I am relieved to see you safely returned, your highness,” said Lord Nicholas. “Thank you,” she told him. “I am also relieved to find you well. I heard you met up with the Winter Soldier.”

“I did and I broke the spell that held him a prisoner,” Darcy told them proudly. “Phillip, Nicholas, may I present Sir James Barnes? I assure you, he is no threat.”

The men looked shocked and wary, but Darcy made them talk to James and confirm that he was, indeed, an ally and in his right mind.

“Where is Steven?” James asked nervously, looking around for his friend.

Phillip sighed.

“He is in the infirmary. He suffered grievous injury fighting Hydra and had previous untreated injuries that led to his collapse.”

Darcy sighed and James groaned.

“Typical of the imbecile,” he muttered. “Never could take care of himself.”

“What?” He said bluntly at the questioning looks the Lords were giving him.

“He just laid there and would have let me—the Soldier—kill him, if the Princess hadn’t intervened. The one time he decides to back down from a fight….” James sighed and shook his head.

“Yes, I have noticed that trend with him,” Lord Phillip admitted, almost smiling at James’s aggravation. “We enchanted the door of his room so that he cannot get out until the healers have finished with him.”

Darcy smiled her approval.

“I knew I liked you for a reason, Phillip,” she said fondly.

“Unfortunately, we will need him at his full strength sooner rather than later,” Lord Nicholas sighed. “The dragons are but a three days journey away.”

As soon as Steven was recovered, they began making plans for defending against the dragon horde, who were led by a large purple beast named Thanos.

Thanos had obliterated many cities in neighboring realms with his terrible breath and destructive claws and he had fifty fearsome fellow dragons with him. It was going to be a very difficult fight. Darcy went around giving motivational speeches to the troops and leaders in between making sure the citizens were evacuated to the mountain strongholds. She stood on a balcony looking out over the city, hoping it wouldn’t be its last day of existence.

“The last of the refugees are about to depart for the mountains, your highness,” Steven reported, James standing beside him. “Are you certain we cannot persuade you to go with them?”

“Very certain,” Darcy said firmly. “My place is here.”

He nodded, then smiled. “I understand. I too, would chafe at being denied the chance to defend my country.”

James heaved a deep sigh.

“There are two of them,” he muttered in a disgruntled tone that had Darcy and Steven chuckling.

“You will get used to it, James,” Darcy said lightly, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

The following day, Thanos and his dragon army arrived, blasting fire and roaring ferociously. The army was ready for them and put up a good fight, slaying quite a few, before they could get into the city. The tide soon turned against them, though, as Thanos’s power was unleashed and death and destruction rained down. Darcy was safely inside the tower and fretting about the increasingly grim reports coming in from the battlefield.

“If we could just get Thanos, we would actually stand a chance!” She said, pacing in frustration.

“Unfortunately, Thanos appears to be untouchable,” Nicholas reported, stress making his eyelid twitch rapidly. “He has a power far beyond anything we’ve faced before. Melts people before they get near him. Normal shields are ineffective.”

“What about magic?” She asked.

“The only spells that might work have to be within twenty paces,” Nicholas mused. “And all our wizards are either wounded, dead, or busy.”

A plan began to take root in Darcy’s mind. It was crazy and might not even work, but at this point, what did she have left to lose?

“Phillip, would the enchantment on Steve’s shield stand up to Thanos’s breath?” She asked.

“Yes, for a few minutes, but Steve does not have magic.”

“He doesn’t have to. I do,” she told them.

Phillip frowned.

“What spell would they have taught you that would fell Thanos?”

Darcy smiled.

They pleaded and argued and begged her not to, but Princess Darcy prevailed.

“What kind of ruler will I be if I am not willing to give my life to protect my people?” She’d told them.

Phillip had closed his eyes, but nodded, unable to dispute this.

After giving a few quick orders, Darcy put on some armor and went out to face Thanos. It wasn’t hard to find him, bring huge and purple and all. He was even more fearsome up close, huge claws and fiery breath wreaking havoc upon the city and its people. Darcy swallowed. She had to stop him before he spilled any more blood. Searching for Steven, she found him finishing off a young red dragon.

“Steven!”

He looked up, shocked to see her.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, panting heavily.

“I think I know how to stop Thanos, but I need your help. Where’s James?”

“Over there,” Steve jerked his head to the left. “Do you need him, too?”

“Yes. For my plan to work we need all three of us.”

James was not pleased to see Darcy in battle and even less so when he heard her plan.

“Eight out of ten cases, that spell kills the caster, too! We can’t lose you, Princess. Surely, there’s some other way.”

His blue eyes were desperate and pleading as he spoke, and Darcy’s own heart hurt a bit. She would have loved to agree and have the chance at deepening her friendship with him into something more, but if they all died due to a dragon, that wouldn’t happen anyway. She would hold out hope she could be in the two out of ten.

Darcy smiled sadly. “The only other wizards that know this spell are incapacitated or dead. I’m so sorry, James. I have to protect my people.”

For a brief moment, he looked as if she’d ripped out his heart and trampled it under foot, then the expressionless soldier’s mask returned and he simply nodded.

“Tell me what to do.”

“Steve will cover us with his shield so that I can get close enough to cast the spell, which will block his airway and allow James to stab him in his soft underbelly. Be quick about it so he doesn’t crash down on top of you,” she urged James. He didn’t look like he cared much about being crushed at this point, but he nodded.

She shook both their hands, then took a deep breath.

“Let’s go.”

Steve held up his magical shield over them as they approached Thanos. She could feel the intense heat around them, but the magic did its job and soon they were within range.

She held out her hands and began chanting, energy swirling through her as she summoned everything she had to hurl at the dragon.

Thanos laughed evilly and blasted fire at them, which bounced off the shield. Knowing the protection would not last long and not wanting to get Steve and James killed, Darcy quickly spoke the rest of the spell, then flung the energy toward the dragon’s snout. It wrapped around and went down his nostrils, thickening up and causing him to sit up and choke and gasp for breath, clutching his nose.

James darted forward and the last thing Darcy heard as the life drained out of her was the terrible scream from Thanos as the knight’s sword plunged into him.

She came back to consciousness in a plain white room, birds singing outside the window.

“Is this the afterlife or did I survive?” She wondered aloud.

There was a gasp and James suddenly lifted his head from where he’d been resting it on the side of the bed.

“I assure you, you’re very much alive, Princess,” he told her, voice trembling with emotion. The usual very polished knight looked haggard and unkempt, eyes red and bloodshot.

“I was one of the lucky two out of ten?” She asked, warmth spreading through her at how he was looking at her.

“Not at first,” added another voice. Steven was beaming at her from the doorway, relief showing strongly in his amiable face.

“What do you mean?” She asked curiously.

“When we finished off Thanos, I picked you up and there was no breath in you. No pulse. Nothing.”

Steven looked pained at the memory and Darcy looked back at James, whose lips were quivering.

“Bucky here insisted on carrying your…...body…...back to the palace,” Steve continued. “Somehow, you started breathing again on the way there. We really have no idea why. Maybe the healers can tell us.”

“Wow,” Darcy breathed, a smile blossoming on her face. “So the dragon army was defeated?”

“Soundly,” Steven assured her. “The kingdom is saved. You’re a hero, Princess. They’re ready to crown you queen right now.”

“Well, they’ll have to wait,” Darcy said with feigned haughtiness. “I refuse to be crowned until I’m able to be fully fabulous again.”

Steve barked out a laugh and Bucky’s shoulders shook. Lifting his head, he looked at her through tear-filled eyes.

“Princess, you’re always fabulous,” he told her sincerely.

A healer bustled in, interrupting the moment. Darcy was a little annoyed, but she let herself be examined with no fuss and took the opportunity to ask about why she had come back to life.

Healer Cho smiled.

“We believe that the one who carried you in has the gift of Healing Touch, which in some cases, can revive a person. Sir James, you have some magic in you, right?”

Bucky nodded, wide-eyed at the realization.

“I couldn’t heal people before, and as the Winter Soldier, I was forced to use what magic I had solely for evil,” he said thoughtfully. “I’ve never tried magic since.”

“Sometimes these gifts develop later, James. You may not have known it was there, but it was,” Helen told him gently.

“As for you, your highness, a day or so of rest and you should be back on your feet again. Do you feel in need of food?”

Darcy nodded enthusiastically and Helen departed to get her a tray, looking very pleased.

“Buck, You saved the Princess,” Steve commented proudly.

Bucky, who’d been staring at his hand in disbelief, looked into Darcy’s eyes as she grabbed the hand and kissed it.

“My hero!” she sighed, giving him a dopey smile that somehow tripped something in him to release the emotion he’d been trying to hold back. Steve thoughtfully shut the door and retreated to the corner again. Darcy kept holding James’s hand and whispered soothing words to him as he cried. The poor man had been through so much, and she was determined to help make his new life as happy as possible.

“It killed me to see you lifeless,” he whispered, when he’d finally calmed. “I’ve become very attached to you in the short time I’ve known you. I know you probably wouldn’t want to be courted by a man like me, but if you did, well…..”

“Who says I wouldn’t want to court you?” Darcy retorted. “I would very much like to court you, James. “You’re brave, you’re selfless, you’re funny, you’re an awesome warrior, and you’re exceedingly handsome. Don’t think I haven’t been wanting to run my fingers through your glorious mane since the day we met.”

James blushed bright red.

“However, no courting can happen if you don’t take care of yourself.” She told him. “As your princess, I command you to eat, bathe, and sleep before you return. “You’re clearly exhausted. Steven will make sure this is carried out, won’t you, Sir Steven?”

Darcy’s firm tone had Steven nodding quickly.

“I will, your highness,” he declared, looking pointedly at James. “I attempted to previously, but he refused to leave your side, the stubborn mule.”

“You hypocrite,” James shot back, grinning at them both. “But I will happily follow your commands, Princess.”

Getting to his feet, he kissed her hand and gently released it.

“I will be back.” he promised.

“You’d better!” she called after him.

Falling back on the pillows, Darcy held the hand he’d kissed to her cheek, dreamily thinking about him kissing her on the lips.

Five Months later

The coronation of Queen Darcy was a day of jubilation and partying, a national holiday having been decreed for the occasion. Throngs of people had arrived in the city to witness the grand event and the city, which had recovered from the Hydra and the Dragon invasions, was decorated to within an inch of its life.

Darcy stood in the hall, dressed in a deep green formal gown and rich red robes, trying to calm her nerves. There were a lot of eyes on her today and she hoped she wouldn’t embarrass herself.

Lord Phillip and Lord Nicholas were busily going over the schedule with Lady Natasha and the royal guards and Darcy was going over her speech once again in her head.

There was a clanking of metal, and she saw her favorite knights approaching, both looking impeccable and stunning.

“Hello, gentlemen,” she greeted warmly. “You’re looking magnificent.”

They bowed gracefully.

“Thank you, your highness. So are you,” Steve replied.

“Absolutely breathtaking,” James said, giving her a look that made her blush. He was quite the master at those looks, as she’d learned during their courtship. There had been quite a stir when it was announced that the soon to be Queen was betrothed to the former Winter Soldier, but happily, the critics were vastly outnumbered by the supporters, as he was now seen as a hero after saving her life. Darcy had been highly lauded herself and was still being swamped with gifts from her grateful subjects.

“How are you feeling, Darcy?” He asked quietly.

“Nervous, but excited,” she said. “I’m going to be the best queen I can be.”

“I know you will,” James agreed, with one of his becoming smiles. “Save me a dance at the ball later?”

“Silly man,” she chuckled fondly. “You should know by now all of my dances are for you.”

#wintershock #darcy lewis #bucky barnes #fantasy au #medieval au #princess darcy #knight bucky

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Bad Batch 1x01 spoilers

I've never done something like this before, but I figured I'd start. Reactions to the first episode of The Bad Batch. (This ended up being a lot longer than I intended, but whatever)

Spoilers under the cut

Red logo burning away starts strong

Yay narrator dude!!

Feels like clones wars

Animated rots scenes!!

And what grevious did after the rots beginning

HOLY SHIT DEPA!!!!!

And caleb right???

And we're in

Omg who voiced young caleb bc it sounds a lot like fpj but aged down and he def doesn't sound like the 14 I know he was when this happened

I like how we started out on familiar characters but not ahsoka or anyone from tcw. We started w young kanan and his master and we know what happened to them and all but if anyone watching hasn't seen rebels they wouldn't be lost as to who caleb and depa are, they'd just assume they're random jedi in o66

Good ol droid screaming as it falls off a cliff

Wow. Them.

I love crosshair

And wrecker

And tech

And echo

And hunter

B1's are so dumb

Lmao the salt from hunter

I feel like depas forehead pearls are a bit unrealistically large but I have no cultural standpoint to really know so...

Caleb's voice is too deep in the same way that jack frost from rotg's voice doesn't match his character model

Ah wrecker not really knowing what she means and echo, the one who has been trained to deal w people and hung out w ani and obi is just like 'thanks general'

Obes kenobes mention

Why is echo so pale

Depa and caleb feel a little too pale too tbh I wonder if it's the lighting or the whitewashing

Wow caleb is a lot like ezra, I can see why kanan wanted to train him lol

Is this what separates caleb and depa, leading to her telling him to run??? Do I need to read dume???

Oh no

Noooooooooo

Bb didn't get the order!

Oh caleb nooooo! Nooooooo they didn't receive that order, they can help you!!!

And he's gone

Oh I need an au where caleb stayed with bb and they helped him after depa died

Hunter sounds so much like rex it's weird like ik they're supposed to sound the same but it feels like wrecker is replacing rex or something. Even tho ik rex's story is over for the time being

Crosshair, no! Don't shoot at him! He's baby

Oh no did crosshair get o66???? It didn't seem to trigger anything in any of the rest of them, but is crosshair close enough to 'reg' for it to have triggered???

😭😭good soldiers follow orders

"sure thing, boss" "hey hunter got a sitch"

Crosshair acting sus

Oh I love watching padawans fight, they're so good!!

I hope that hit to the tree did a lil cognitive recalibration for crosshair, he was acting crazy

Caleb looks so scared!! He just watched his master get gunned down by his friends and now strange clones are trying to kill him/confusing him

Oh caleb

Oh no crosshair don't try to kill him!! Hunters trying to help!

Also hunter doesn't sound as much like rex w the helmet off, but it's weird bc most of the clones are distinguishable by voice even w helmets on. I guess it's the 'im in charge' voice

Star wars if caleb had gone w the bb

Oh hunter u sly dog lying to crosshair so he doesn't go after him. U gotta figure out why crosshair responded to o66 and no one else in ur unit did

Oh crosshair knows he's been lied to

I will always love coming-out-of-hyperspace shots

Ooh kamino, always nice this time of year

Echo is done w wrecker

Why hasn't crosshair taken his helmet off yet, lil bit sus

They better get his chip out on kamino, I don't wanna deal w this

Oof hunter

Oh who’s that, giving me cloud city vibes

Extreme cloud city vibes wow

Never realized how many clones are just on kamino

Coruscant guard?!?! FOX?!?!

The vibes here, omg

‘The war is over’ wow

Oh no who was that

A female jedi, doesn’t appear to be shaak, couldn’t see any montrals but never know, we don’t officially know how or where she died

Ok wow none of the bb has their helmets on except for crosshair, who got the order. The regs around kamino all have their helmets on. That scene in victory and death when ahsoka took rex’s helmet off-

And crosshair, he’s actins strange too

Oh tech, do u guys get bullied by regs a lot??

I love their barracks

Lol he finally took his helmet off only to stick a toothpick in his mouth, can he get anymore cliched?

Wrecker is seeming a lot more infantilized than he was in the s7 eps...

Yeah crosshair’s being sus

Ooh, he shifted his toothpick

Lmao ‘what programming’

Well documented my ass

Tech’s speech patterns are so stiff and robotic, it’s like he has to remind himself to talk in basic instead of binary or some shit

Tech throwing shade at crosshair

I can’t quite tell if we’re supposed to like crosshair at this point

Lmao we been knew

Oop ‘more machine than man’ the vader parallels are serving folks

Understatement.

Ugh sheev

Crusty ass bitch

Straight from rots wow

Who is the mystery child and why does he look mandalorian

Ooh he gone

Oh no, the beninning of the empire

Cheering?? Why?!?

That imperial march fade in tho

Thank you echo

Oh shit mystery child is female

Omega, I would not have guessed the pronunciation of your name by reading it wow

She def seems mandalorian

Ugh kaminoans

Oh the kaminoan pronounced it as it usually is, huh.

Omega’s character model def seems more masculine than female, I now headcanon her as trans

Ugh tarkin, I hate that crusty bitch

Empire politics ugh

I love how much shade is being thrown at tarkin and his stormtrooper proposal lmao

Why do all these clones have the standard haircut?? ik them boys like their variety, even if these boys are still under o66′s programming

Wrecker you’re being extremely loud

They’re all being loud in the mess, why

They remember, kid

Lol child

Oh my sweet summer children

The dad instinct was clearly passed genetically from jango lol all these clones got it

Why are background characters so mean? What about it, shiny? Why is ur hair regulation, reg??

The Sad Batchn omg the slander

Lol the food fight I’ve read about in the fics, its finally happening!

Is she.... australian??

The over-animation of character movements in this is reminding me of the looser style of rebels, as opposed to the more clunky style of tcw

Lmao he’s still got food on him

Food fight!!

‘Not again’???!!! Echo!! Wdym not again?! Food fights have happened before?!?? Wait. W bb or w torrent, bc I can see torrent having food fights on the resolute-

Crosshair’s just eating his food until someone messes

I like how echo still has his kamas

Oh no echo!!

Oh echo’s trauma, he doesn’t trust medical droids! Where’s kix when u need him, huh?

Lol, comically long name for a robot trope is alive and well, huh

Lmao the droid lowers his voice like ik this is a perceived bad thing, but I will not tolerate this slander, boys u need to get off kamino

‘The shock’ lmao whyyy

Lmao tech!!

Oh, echo recognized tarkin from the citadel!

‘When you blew up’ lmao

Oh they make me sad

Aaaaah fox!

Man the domino squad nostalgia

Those droids look cool

This is a neat scene, I like seeing them in action

Wrecker reminding me of hevy, but he’s got the training and success to back it up

Live fire???? No!!

Ugh I hate tarkin

Oh no wtecker

Did he just get shot!???!

Oh no crosshair, be careful!

Tarkin’s trying to kill them!!!

Lol wrecker I love you

Echo using his mech hand as a weapon, truly an arc

Now I wanna see what happened on felucia

I like how tech’s just sitting on the droid’s shoulders

And hunter just had a knife

These boys, I love them

Oh no tech bby

Hot damn that was cool

Wrecher things so too lmao

Tarkin’s like “why didn’t that work??’

Oh new baby clones

No tf they could not, they would never serve the empire and those bitches

I love that they have a window apartment lol

Ugh tarkin u shifty

They all stand at attention, only after glaring at tarkin

Oh no onderon

I hate tarkin, he’s a bitch

How quickly could bitch lord and darth sad have replaced the armory on kamino??

Crosshair still acting sus

Neither does echo, kid

No.

I like omega.

Crosshair, with the sassy hand on the hip-

What does that even mean?? Or elude to??

Lmao tech messing w wrecker, they rlly r bros

Its prob the vegetation

Oh, I missed onderon, but not this much

Lol the put-upon sigh

Its clearly saw and his rebels

Saw! Looking sharp, what’s w the hair....

That’s a very geometric beard, saw

They didn’t kill any jedi!

That’s not what happened, tech

‘The clones’ bitch that was rex and ahsoka, check urself

Aw, I’ve always like the design of imperial probe droids

Thank you, echo

It seems like crosshair’s o66 programming and his mutation are warring w his morals

Lmao the shade

I knew she was an enhanced clone!

Oh, so she is (at least on paper) trans! She’s a clone of jango, and yet she’s female! That must be her modification, but it makes me wonder why

Lol *flicks toothpick*

Aw, they have a picture of themselves! Recent-ish, too, its got echo!

Oh no, AZI!

The difference between them arriving earlier and now, the lack of escort...

Creepy how they had to open the hanger door themselves

Oh no! Everyone!

The coruscant guard, I wish they had gotten better

Tarkin u dramatic bitch

‘The brig’ this ain’t some tallship

Lol echo that shade

Their blacks are different from the ones seen in the past

Crosshair, stop being a bitch

Oh, I don’t like that phrase!! And the fact that crosshair screamed it in echo’s face makes me uneasy. Did rex fill echo in on why fives died?? I hope so...

Crosshair, ur chip hurting??

This child, I like her.

No! Don’t hit hunter!

No crosshair!!!!

I dislike this immensly

So they do still have inhibitor chips!

Tarkin you monster

Oh poor crosshair

ihatethisihatethisihatethis

Lol tech I love you

Wrecker you sweet pea

Lol that’s adorable

I love how they form a “wall” its so suspicious

He was about to say that, omega

Aaww, echo protective boi

Wrecker shut up tf

That was cool

Sneaky bois

This reminds me of rex and ahsoka sneaking around in v&d

Echo runs so stupid

Oh no they winter soldier’d him!

If he says who the hell is crosshar, I will lose my shit

Yes, he has. They took it from him.

The toothpick

I wonder how they’re gonna get crosshair back to normal

Not good that they nabbed the sniper

Oh, crosshair shot him in the same place he got hit during training!

Ooh, a kaminoan on their side!

I hope omega doesn’t die

Poor trigger etiquette, crosshair

Wonder if omega has any speciality training

They’re just gonna leave him there!?!?!?!?!

Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!

Omega reminds me of young boba

Oh, so its in her dna

Go back for crosshair!!

Holy fucking shit that was amazing! I didn’t expect it to be that long, but I’m not complaining! This ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, but I don’t feel like cutting anything out, so sorry for the long post but at least I put it under a cut.

#bad batch spoilers #bad batch #spoilers #star wars #long post #play by play #sw #becky's fandom rambles

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tisfan · 4 years

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Flying My Way

Title: Flying my Way Written by: @tisfan Card: 3023 Square: S2 - AU: Star Wars Rating: teen Triggers/warnings: Tags: star wars au, spice runners, hutts, mechanic!Tony, flirting Created for: @tonystarkbingo Word count: 1484

Pralla the Hutt was typical of her species; fat, slug-like, and an unappetizing shade of purple with green splotches that made her look rather like some fruit gone soft and rotten.

Tony hadn’t even realized Pralla was female until she spoke, and not even then, until the translator droid started yammering. As a point of honor, most Hutts spoke exclusively Huttese, even if they understood many languages. It was frequently the only such point.

Besides, the talk-droid made the Hutt look important.

“The magnificent Pralla the Hutt gives you greetings, star captain,” the droid said, “and she hopes you will enjoy your stay at her palace. Make yourself comfortable, and she will be delighted to discuss business with you in the morning.”

She wasn’t, thank the Maker, talking to Tony.

Tony wasn’t the star captain. He wasn’t even a crewman on the ship. He was, in fact, a hired mechanic, brought in specifically to work on the specialized divan that Pralla used to move around her palace. Tony’s father had designed the thing, and been richly rewarded for it. But Hutts lived a lot longer than humans, so here was Tony, hoping he could fix it.

Because the Hutts did not like being disappointed. And there might have been that small incident with some damages in a bar fight -- totally not his fault, the other guy was cheating at Sabaac, and Tony did not like a cheater. He’d thrown Justin Hammer through a window. But it was Pralla’s casino, and she might still have been offended.

In either case, he needed to fix the divan. It was his only hope.

The space captain gave Pralla a quick bow, graceful and somehow sarcastic, like the Hutt didn’t deserve the respect she was demanding, but in such a flowing manner that Tony was pretty sure Pralla didn’t realize he was mocking her.

I like you already, Tony thought, watching him go, wearing all black and walking like people had damned well get out of his way. Tony wondered what ship he was flying. And why. And what cargo he was taking on.

And reminded himself that curiosity about a gangster’s business was likely to get him into trouble.

The line of petitioners moved forward, and Tony moved with it.

Finally, it was his turn. He presented his gifts and his best wishes, and allowed that he would be delighted to assist in the manner of mechanical difficulties with the repulsor tech that kept the divan floating.

“Her most excellent beauty, Pralla the Hutt, welcomes such a brilliant mind to her palace, and hopes you will be pleased to join the festivities this evening. She entreats you will stay behind as petitions are dismissed, to look over your father’s work.”

“Yeah, that’d be great,” Tony said, trusting the talk-droid to add all the accustomed flattery and honorifics. Since the talk-droids were the ones who bore the first brunt of disapproval from the Hutt, he was pretty sure the droid was doing its best.

When the room cleared of everyone except her magnificent slugness and the talk-droid, Tony was beckoned forward. Obviously, it was very difficult for the Hutt to move off the divan. At least Tony had thought ahead and brought his portable lifts. “If it won’t trouble you too much, I’ll just slide these under here--” Tony was already moving “--and take a look at what the problem is.”

The problem was a squashed Klatooine paddy frog -- honestly, the Hutts ate the most disgusting things, which was only made more revolting by the terrible liquor they drank. Perhaps Tony should feel grateful, since the Hutts ate things that most civilized races wouldn’t touch, and therefore rid the galaxy of it.

Didn’t matter. Pralla needed a maid, not a mechanic. But Tony could fix it, quick enough. Consider his debt to the Hutts paid, and then get the kriff back to his shop before anyone could say anything. Pack his stuff onto a couple of veractyls and make for the jungle. Get as far away as possible. Because paying off a debt with the Hutts was almost as dangerous as getting into debt in the first place.

Hutts collected power and favors; and there was nothing they liked better than to reel back in a sure winner.

Staying overnight, drinking Pralla’s wine, partying with the gangsters; Tony could almost guarantee he’d do something stupid, and end up owing the Hutts. And this time, more than was fixable with a bucket and a scraper.

Maybe he could dodge the party entirely. Go see what ships were in the Hutt’s hangar bays. Looking at new ships could distract him from drinking and playing cards, at least. Maybe he could even find a ship looking to leave the planet and needed a good mechanic.

There was an idea. Ships. Off world. Find a new life somewhere away from this stinking swamp.

He carefully lowered the divan to the floor. “There you go, your magnificence,” Tony said. “Go ahead, give her a test ride, see how she holds up.”

Pralla’s talkdroid expressed the Hutt to be pleased, and Tony let another droid take him out of the throne room. “You mind if I duck into the hanger a bit, there, Shiny?”

Tony didn’t know if the droid had an objection. He wasn’t listening. He walked away from the beeping mechanical, gazing around.

One Radiant VII, blue with yellow accents. Hideous, but a good workhorse of a ship. It could use a new landing gear. A few more bumps and hard landings, and that baby wasn’t getting off the ground again. But the ship didn’t really speak to him -- it had modified weapons that had been badly installed -- and the crew was almost entirely Gand, which meant Tony would probably need an atmo suit to live on their ship.

Two non-standard light freighters, and then--

“Holy hell, that’s beautiful,” Tony said, stopping dead to stare at the gleaming ship.

“Thanks,” the star captain Tony had seen earlier said. “She’s my pride and joy. The Winter Soldier. A HDR-32 Dynamic. With modifications.”

“Of course,” Tony said. “You… uh… looking for crew? I’m a top-rated mechanic. Starships as well as weapons and droids.”

“My name’s Captain Barnes,” the man said, offering a-- cyber arm. “Why don’t you come aboard, and we can talk about it?”

“Sure thing, Droideka.” Tony nodded before he remembered that this was the man who was captain of a starship and who worked for a Hutt, and who might not appreciate Tony’s sense of humor about nicknames. Too late now, and while he didn’t exactly brace to get shot, he noted a certain amount of tension in his shoulders.

“Most of my crew’s not currently here, taking advantage of the Hutt’s hospitality and doing some trade,” Barnes said. “But I’ve got a co-pilot, a gunner, a reclamation expert, a drop-trooper, and Peitro.”

“What’s his job?”

“He doesn’t have one, he’s the boss,” Barnes said. “We’re here at his word.”

“Yeah? So, sounds like you could use a mechanic,” Tony said. A reclamation expert was smuggler code for salvage. Usually illegal salvage. People who wouldn’t ask too many questions. “And I want to get off the planet. So--”

“Sure,” Barnes said. “We’ll do a test trip, we’re headed to Taris, and then a restock at Nar Shadda. If it doesn’t appeal, you can probably get on another freighter from Nar Shadda, and we’ll part ways.”

“Sounds good,” Tony agreed, not missing the sharp look that Barnes shot him. “We can discuss pay after I look at your ship.”

“You in trouble with the Hutts?” Barnes surmised.

“Not. Yet,” Tony said. “But I don’t hold out hopes for my chances, unless I get out of sight, and hopefully out of mind.”

“Well, we have trouble onboard already, so you’ll fit right in. Come on, I’ll show you your bunk.”

“You could show me yours,” Tony suggested, because his mouth just did that sometimes, whenever he was looking at someone who was attractive and just a little bit dangerous.

“I only cohabitate with people who can dance, and drink, and still fly a starship,” Barnes said.

Tony’s eyebrow went up, because he was pretty sure Barnes was actually flirting with him. Which was… nice.

“I’ll buy the first round,” Tony offered.

Barnes grinned. “In case you’re flying solo after dancing, this is your bunk--” he jerked a thumb at a fairly standard rack. “--and that one, at the end of the tube? That one’s mine.”

Tony stuck his head in through the hatch, just to be an ass. “Oh, that’s a nice bed. I definitely want to be sleeping in that.”

“Come on, then,” Barnes said. “Let’s see you put your money where your mouth is.”

“It’s a bargain, Captain,” Tony said, offering his hand.

“You can call me Bucky,” he said. “I only make people call me Captain when they’re under me.”

#tonystarkbingo2020 #tsbingo #winteriron #star wars AU #bad flirting

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theonewiththefanfics · 6 years

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A Promise Kept (one-shot)

Summary: Civil War! AU

The reader is a SHIELD agent that used to be a double agent for Hydra where she found and fell in love with Bucky. But Zemo has found him as well and time is ticking for the reader to save the man she loves.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: fluff; a teensy bit of angst

Warnings: mentions of blood, swearing

Word count: 2833

Faster, faster, Y/N needed to go faster. They had found Bucky and now he was locked up with Zemo and that damned book in an enclosed space. She had been a SHIELD agent for most of her life and at one point the girl had had to infiltrate Hydra. That’s where she met Bucky and the two had fallen in love. She kept his secret, that he could remember things and people until one day he was able to escape. After Hydra fell, Y/N went off the radar, not only to keep herself safe but the rest of the team. After Sokovia she joined the Avengers as a permanent part of the group, yet none of them knew about her past as a double agent. Y/N had specifically asked Fury not to tell. But now she couldn’t care less if the rest found out about who she actually was. Her heels clicked with the pace she was running at. The girl was almost there and tears sprung to her eyes as they befell on Bucky, on how he was trying to resist the power of those horrible words. Y/N was the only one who knew them actually by heart. She understood Russian perfectly and had learned them in an instant in hopes of finding out some counter phrases. If she could figure out how they impacted his mind, Y/N would be able to bring him back. But it never happened. She never succeeded, though the times when they were together, especially when sent out on a mission, huddling in the cold motel room, Bucky did say that he heard her. He had heard her trying to bring him back, but it was like a metal wall had risen in his mind, blocking out his humanity. She crashed into the room Zemo’s eyes instantly falling onto her. “Agent Y/L/N. Didn’t think I’d ever see you alive. We all thought you were dead.” Y/N looked over at Bucky. There was recognition in his cerulean orbs. He did remember her, he was still there.

The door slid shut behind her. Now she was locked there too. “Well I couldn’t let you have all the fun now could I, Zemo? I mean we’re supposed to share the enjoyable bits.” Y/N hated playing the ruthless Hydra part. Given how Bucky was looking at her, the pain in his eyes, how betrayed he looked. “Would you like to do the honours? There are only two words left, but you were an amazing agent.” Zemo handed her the book. The one with the red star. The only copy in the world that could turn the man she loved into an unrecognisable monster. “With pleasure.” She took it out of his hand, her fingertips trailing along the edge of the paper, fiddling between her thumb and forefinger. Oдин- one Грузовой вагон- freight car. But she didn’t say the words. From a cufflink a tiny spark went off as her fingernail hit it, catching the paper on fire. Zemo wasn’t paying attention, eyes still trained on the Winter Soldier. “Bucky Barnes,” Y/N recited. The Hydra agent whipped his head around. “Steve Rogers. Rebecca Barnes. Howling Commando-“ “You traitor!” Zemo hollered, pulling out a gun and shooting at her. Y/N took cover behind the desk. “Not a traitor. A double agent yes, but I never betrayed the ones who I actually work for and care about.” She looked over the ground and to her horror, the book was in Zemo’s hands. He’d doused the flames and Y/N’s only hope was that the last pieces of the words had burned away. But no, of course, they hadn’t. “Oдин,” he recited eyes trained on Bucky, his head thrown back into the chair that was restraining him. Y/N cocked her gun and shot Zemo in the knee, but with a strained breath, he uttered the last words. “Грузовой… вагон…” a sickening smile overtook his face. Y/N’s eyes were wide. She was too late. Like always. Bucky’s metal arm punched the glass until he was able to step out, the blue eyes looking into space almost unseeing. “Cолдат?” Zemo rasped out from the ground. Y/N was too shocked to move, too shocked to shoot the Hydra man. “Готов отвечать,” Bucky said. No, this wasn’t Bucky. It was the Winter Soldier in his full form. Y/N’s eyes locked onto Zemo’s. “Kill her.” The girl reacted as fast as she could seeing Bucky’s giant form move towards her. Another shot rang through the room, making a bullet lodge itself into Zemo’s other knee, hopefully incapacitating him. “Damn it, Bucky! You have to fight this!” He swung at her, the metal grazing her cheek, but not enough to actually hurt her, her body moving faster than Y/N herself knew she could. “Handsome, you have to snap out of this. It’s exactly what they want.” His only answer was grunt as the metal arm wrapped around her throat, slamming her head into the wall. Sparks flew around in her vision, the air getting knocked out of her lungs. But with a quick kick to his stomach, she managed to free herself from his grasp. Y/N fell to the floor, her knees harshly hitting the ground. A sharp pain went through her body. There were definitely broken ribs, and a possibly a shattered kneecap. How poetic. Y/N’s hand reached for her gun but it was nowhere to be seen. Then her eyes befell on the black metal. Right at the same second Bucky gripped it and pressed the cold barred against her forehead. She was lying on the cold ground, tears slipping past her cheeks as her own palms clasped around Buckys. The gentle touch made something shift inside of him, not allowing to press the trigger. “It’s okay, handsome,” her palm gripped Bucky’s metal one tighter, the pointer finger on the trigger. “Do what you gotta do. Just never forget that I love you and always would’ve. No matter what.” For all the tears that were slipping down her cheeks, Y/N was calm. She would never blame Bucky, though her heart ached with the possibilities they could have had in the future. “ ‘S okay, handsome. I love you.” She gripped his hand tighter, the barrel pressing into her forehead. “ ‘S okay. I got you. I always will.” His breathing was haggard, the weight pressing on Y/N as he held her body down with his own, but she wasn’t moving, wasn’t trying to escape. Instead, a soft thumb stroked his knuckles, in a soothing motion. “It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. Just do what you have to do.” But he never fired, tears of his own splashing down on her face. “Y/N?” His voice quivered. A question laced with shock, regret, pain, anger, but most importantly horror and self-hatred. “Fuck,” he choked out, the gun dropping next to her head. Y/N’s eyes snapped open to see the cerulean ones of the love of her life. She took in a strangled breath she didn’t know she was holding before immediately pulling the man into her chest. In a second the floodgates were open, his arms clutching onto the girl as sobs racked his body. “I’m sorry, doll. So fucking sorry. Fuck.” He chanted it like a mantra. The only thing Y/N could do was clutch his middle just as tightly and cry into his shoulder. “I love you, handsome. Always will. No matter what. I made a promise and I’ll keep it until the world stops spinning.” They didn’t hear the team arrive. Not before Wanda’s shrill scream sounded through the room. “You monster!” A red ball of energy whipped around Bucky’s body pulling him harshly away from Y/N and into a wall. “Wanda what the fuck are you doing?!” Y/N scrambled up from the floor and ran to where Bucky was now being pressed into the ground, crumpling right next to him, the pain of her injuries making white spots dance across her vision. “Wanda, let him go!” Her voice was laced with confusion. “Y/N? You’re alive?” “Let him go!” The girl saw relief and confusion flush over the Avenger’s features before the red string-like magic freed Bucky. Y/N immediately pulled his face into her palms, searching for any sort of new bruise he could’ve sustained. “Are you alright?” “I-“ but he didn’t even get to start the sentence as he saw Zemo point his own gun at them and shoot. In an instant Bucky’s metal hand went in front of her, the bullet ricocheting off, the flesh arm circling around her waist and holding her tight to his chest. Steve was by Zemo’s side in a second, disarming him and pressing him into the ground, a scream of pain rolling off of his lips from the busted kneecaps. But Bucky couldn’t care less about that. His eyes bore into Y/N's Y/E/C ones. He couldn’t believe she was there. “Are you real?” A gentle thumb stroked her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “Yeah, Buck. And this time I won’t go anywhere, nor will I let you get away. You’re stuck with me.” Without waiting for a second, he kissed the girl, her arms making their way into his hair pulling him as close to her as possible. Her ribs and shoulder screamed, the pain echoing in her knee, but Y/N didn’t care about any of that. She was finally there, with Bucky and they were free. Almost… “Y/N, step away from him,” it was Tony Stark’s voice that made them pull back. Pure venom was in her eyes as they befell on the billionaire’s brown ones. “If you’re going to lock him up, then you’ll have to do the same to me. Cause I ain’t leaving,” she looked over at Bucky, the gaze immediately softening seeing his blue orbs filled with tears. “Not now, not ever.” A hiss escaped her lips as she clutched to his body even tighter, worry instantly overtaking Bucky’s features, but Y/N’s eyes were on Zemo. It was her turn to smile. “Oh, and by the way, it was his doing, the Vienna bombings. So you know the right person who you need to arrest.” Bucky’s finger was underneath her chin. “How did you find me? How are you here?” “I never stopped looking,” a chuckle passed her lips, instant regret flushing through her body as the ache in her chest was becoming more and more painful. “And I sorta kinda joined the Avengers.” “You did what?” “I was never Hydra! You know I was SHIELD.” “Yeah, I know that, but the Avengers, really?” She chuckled, hearing protests coming from Sam. “It’s not that bad. At least not anymore. Cause now I’ve got you.” Bucky was about to press a kiss to Y/N’s mouth once again, but something felt off. Looking around he couldn’t see the team anymore. Only Zemo standing upright, the knees still bleeding, but it was as if he couldn’t feel the pain. “Soldier,” his voice was the only thing in Bucky’s mind now, “finish the job.” And without a second to spare, a bullet entered Y/N’s skull.

Bucky woke up in cold sweat, eyes darting around to figure out where he was. The smell pulled him out of the nightmare. Y/N. It was her smell mixed with the scent of sex that still lingered in the air after the activities both had participated in. His right hand reached over to where her body was only to be greeted by cold sheets. Bucky darted out of the room like lightning, the heavy steps echoing throughout the quite tower corridors. “Handsome?” The voice of Y/N made him stop dead in his tracks. He hadn’t even noticed that he’d made his way to the kitchen, but there she was. Clad in only his red henley, the one Y/N absolutely adored and had stolen from him the second they got to be alone, a mop of Y/H/C sticking out in every which way. “You okay?” There was a cup of coffee steaming next to her laptop. His eyes soaked in the scene. She was alright, he hadn’t killed her, nor had he gone back to being the Winter Soldier. With two steps he was by her side, arms pulling her into his chest as sobs started to shake his body. “I- I’m so-sorry,” he managed to choke out. “Buck, stop. It’s fine,” her palms were gliding over his back, releasing the built-up tension with every little movement. “Nothing happened. You’re safe.” “No,” he shook his head, a palm reaching to cup Y/N’s face so he could look into her eyes. “No, I- we were back and Ze-emo, and I killed you an-n-“ “Shh,” she pressed a kiss to his forehead, cradling the man. “None of that was real. You hear me? Zemo is locked up, we made sure of it. You are safe and so am I. Get it? And I meant what I said. You won’t get rid of me. Now that I’ve found you there is nothing in the world that would take me away from you.” She pulled Bucky’s face to hers, pressing an assuring kiss to his lips. “Besides, you kinda made sure yourself that I can’t escape.” With a mischievous smile she wiggled her left hand in the air, the New York city lights catching onto the diamond on her ring finger, making it sparkle like stars in the sky. Bucky’s face was overcome by a smile, his lips moving to kiss the jewel, tears subsiding as he took in the scene before him, his breathing going back to normal. “I still don’t understand why and how you said yes.” She shrugged. “You were pretty persuasive. And the alcohol probably clouded my judgement,” Y/N said referring to the glass of champagne they’d had over the dinner Bucky had proposed. “Highly doubt that, knowing the fact that you can outdrink Tony.” Y/N snorted, an expression that showed nothing but love made its way onto her face. “You’re right. It’s probably the three months of vacation I’ll get during the honeymoon. Oh, yeah, and the sex, of course, is mind-blowing and you’re quite pret-“ But Bucky stopped her right there by pressing their lips together, a smile on both of their mouths. She hummed into the kiss, pulling the man by the nape of his neck, so her fingers could roam through his hair. “You know what, I take all of that back. I said yes because I’ll get to do this every day for the rest of my life. I’ll get to kiss you and hug you, and hold you, and love you for the remained of what I have and I think I made the best decision of my life when I allowed you to slip that ring on my finger.” “You’re the best thing in my life you know that?” Bucky was looking at Y/N like she’d hung the stars and the moon in the sky like she was the reason the Sun shone and the seasons changed. “Feeling’s mutual, handsome,” with a soft peck on his lips she closed the laptop. “Now, let’s go to bed. There are only five hours left until the wedding and I’d like to have at least few more of them without stressing if you’ll be at the end of the altar.” Hands intertwined the pair went back to their room, but before Y/N could step into the warmth of the space, Bucky scooped her up and carried her over the threshold. “Bucky!” she squealed barely having enough time clutch onto his back. “What? I need practice for tomorrow.” Y/N chuckled, cupping his cheek and pressing a kiss to the rugged skin. “You’re such a dork.” “Yeah,” Bucky echoed her laughter throwing the girl onto the bed. “But I’m your dork. And after a few hours, I’ll be yours forever.” “Hmm, I think I like the sound of that.” “Do you now?” “One hundred percent. And I’ll be yours forever too.” Bucky was hovering over the girl now, his palms skimming the skin over her ribs. “I love you, Mrs. Barnes.” “And I love you, handsome."

Tags: @thunderous-flower @lumelgy @who-cares-rn @projectxhappiness

A/N: wrote this during the day and edited during my Creativity class cause sometimes things like these are more creative than the module that is supposed to inspire you

Also, I think I’m getting sick so uploads will definitely be inconsistent, though with me that should not come as a surprise.

P.S. let me know what you think if you wanna be tagged in future stories or have any requests.

P.S.S. please don’t repost without credit :)))

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darkcybertron · 6 years

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marvel soulmate au where cap and bucky are both classified as dead (bucky when he falls off the train, steve when he comes out of the ice) and both get new soulmate marks.

bucky is never allowed to see his, and he can’t explain the burning sensation he gets on his wrist, a spot covered by his gloves, when he sees the propaganda of captain america on old abandoned walls.

steve can’t bear to think about the red star on his shoulder because all he wants is his pal his buddy his bucky. the boy who was there for him until the very end of the line, who steve died thinking about, holding the dog tags of james bucanan barnes to his chest with tears in his eyes. he can’t imagine letting someone else take the place of the man he had loved so deeply.

he chases the man with the gleaming silver arm through his apartment building, landing on the roof with a racing heart and his breath catching in his throat as his shoulder burns with searing heat. he throws his shield and catches the red star on the man’s arm. he looks up to find cold eyes, and his heart skips with recognition that he can’t place. he can’t breathe, he can’t think, and then the shield is being thrown back at him and he’s running to look for someone who is already gone.

he fights his soulmate on the highway, the winter soldier he’s called, there’s no other choice, and he can only think that this is some kind of cruel joke. he loses his first soulmate and his next one is hydra.

“bucky?”

“who the hell is bucky?”

just some kind of cruel joke.

everytime he closes his eyes, he sees the gleam of an arm, a red star, and those helpless, confused, scared eyes on the back of his eyelids.

“whoever he used to be, whoever he is now, he’s not the kind you save, he’s the kind you stop.”

he’s crying when he fights bucky on the helicarrier. there’s no one else he would rather have as his soulmate but god he wish it didn’t have to be like this.

he lets bucky shoot him once, twice, and he knows he’ll go down like this if it means saving bucky.

“i’m with you to the end of the line, pal.”

he wonders why he didn’t feel the burning whenever he saw the pictures of bucky on his wall.

but this bucky isn’t the same as he was before the war. he’s different now, someone new and damaged but bucky all the same. steve will take him in any form he can. nothing else matters, nothing else ever will.

#send tweet #long post #sorry i have feelings #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #soulmate au #marvel #mcu #captain america the winter soldier #ca:tws #tws #babbling brooke

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chalantness · 6 years

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fic: Meet Me Under the Spotlight - Part II

Rating: PG-13 Word Count: ~5800 Characters: Steve/Natasha and the ensemble Summary: A continuation of that celebrity social media au no one asked for.

A/N: I hesitated about revisiting this story because the format was so unique and it flowed incredibly well and I wasn’t sure if I could replicate that. Also, in terms of the universe itself, I wasn’t sure what story I wanted to tell next that would still be fun to read through social media. With that said, I thought about it a lot and had so many things I wanted to add and other characters I wanted to include. I just planned on revisiting this ‘verse through headcanons or blurbs for you darlings, but I took another crack at it instead, and I had just as much fun writing it this time as I did the first time!

By the way, I’ve officially dubbed this ‘verse the Marvelous ‘verse. Because I will be coming back to it.

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‘Marvelous’ Season Finale Recap: “How the Mighty Fall”

May 25, 2017. 8:12 AM PST

SPOILER ALERT! This post contains plot details from the Marvelous season three finale, episode twenty-two, “How the Mighty Fall,” below.

Let’s start by getting this out there: no, we’re still not over it. And with three whole months between now and when Marvelous is scheduled to start filming Season 4, we’re sure the tears won’t stop flowing for a while.

Last night’s episode was the culmination of every heartbreaking fight we had to endure between our heroes, and every hasty action they took came back full circle with a sucker punch to our hearts! This was the lowest point the series has come to yet, and even after watching an entire season of everything falling apart, we still didn’t expect it to happen in such a spectacular fashion.

We’ll be back to get into the gory details soon, but in case you were too caught up in your tears to follow every minute of the finale, here are the highlights:

Black Widow’s betrayal that sent fans into a rage at the end of last week’s episode - episode twenty-one, “A Butterfly in a Web” - turned out to be for good reasons. Which we never doubted, but did you have to take such a hard shot at the Captain to do it?

Evidently, yes. Because not only did the Captain realize too little too late that she was protecting him, but his initial abandonment of her after their fallout ended in grave consequences. He barely makes it to her in time before she can bleed out to death, and when she wakes up, she has no recollection of anything. Not of what happened to her, not of betraying him, and not of anything that has to do with the Team at all. We’re not sure exactly how far this memory loss goes, but it was very clear from her confused and shaken expression when she wakes up that it’s pretty grim. And now that she’s without her memories, the Captain is more lost than ever. Guess it takes temporarily (hopefully temporarily?) losing every precious moment together to put things into perspective.

The escalating tension between Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch is irony at its finest: Quicksilver has spent the entire season as the overprotective older brother to Scarlet Witch, which unfortunately meant that Scarlet Witch has spent the entire season feeling sheltered and suffocated. She finally gets what she wants - a chance to put her newfound control over her powers to work, without Quicksilver hovering over her shoulder - and that left her open to being kidnapped. Understandably, Scarlet Witch could have avoided this with her eyes closed and both hands tied, but she had a little something else to deal with:

The Winter Soldier and Falcon, who have had no love lost between them this season, are quite literally at each other’s throats when they join Scarlet Witch to investigate a lead that takes them into the mountains to sniff out a secret bunker. Their fight last night had been the biggest and ugliest yet, and as expected, they don’t realize how gravely it would cost them until Scarlet Witch - too wrapped up in trying to keep them from killing each other - is snatched from under their noses. And no, it wasn’t the thing they needed to come to some kind of truce. If anything, it only made things worse.

Hawkeye and Thor had left in the previous episode to follow a lead of their own, and as expected, they also run into a nasty baddie of their own. And the blowout was far more fatal than you could imagine. When Agent 13 and Agent Hill were finally able to find them and bring them back to the safety of the Facility, they realized that Thor’s powers were completely gone - so it looks as if healing his eye isn’t something that will happen soon - and Hawkeye is in a coma.

Looks like we’ll need to stock up on tissues for now, because with no indication about how things will end up for another few months, we’re left with broken heroes and even more broken hearts.

What scene was the biggest tearjerker for you? Let us know in the comments below!

Here’s Every Tweet from the Cast and Crew of ‘Marvelous’ During the Season Finale

‘Marvelous’ Season 4 Scheduled to Begin Filming in August

On the Air with Phil Coulson: ‘Marvelous’ Co-Stars Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers Talk Season Finale and Summer Plans

[Image Caption: Natasha Romanoff standing under a floral arch, smiling to someone out of shot. She’s holding a blue and white bouquet and wearing a white dress with a crystal bodice and tulle skirt, a veil attached to her headpiece.]

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carters13 Just got back to set and @nataliaromanov already has the best wardrobe! Glad to see some things never change.

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AUGUST 14, 2017

[Image Caption: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, and Thor Odinson standing in a row, looking in different directions. They are all wearing tuxedos with matching navy blue ties and blue iris boutonnieres.]

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ohsnapwilson First day of filming and none of us know what’s going on. Gonna be a long season. (PS. We paid attention during the table read. Mostly.)

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AUGUST 14, 2017

[Image Caption: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff sitting down between takes. Steve is wearing a tuxedo with a navy blue tie and blue boutonniere, and Natasha Romanoff is seated on his lap in her wedding dress, the both of them laughing.]

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MarvelousOfficial #Marvelous Season 4 is officially back in business, and we’re so excited about it that we’re getting a jump start on our #MarvelousSneakPeeks!

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The Late Night Show with Peter Quill @PeterQuillTonight -- September 28 Hey #Marvels did you know @therussianprincessnat is stopping by tonight? I hope she brings me a present

Marvelous @MarvelousCW -- September 28 #Marvels be sure to tune into @PeterQuillTonight and show @therussianprincessnat some love. Retweet if you’re watching!

Wanda Maximoff @littlewandamaximoff -- September 28 want to help a girl out #Marvels? @theothermaximoff says there’s no such thing as a @PeterQuillTonight viewing party :(

Sam Wilson @snapwilson -- September 28 so #Marvels got any plans tonight? mine include @PeterQuillTonight, a cramped apartment, and stale beer

Pepper Potts @twopeasinapott -- September 28 hey #Marvels, the @MarvelousCW gang is back to watch @therussianprincessnat on @PeterQuillTonight! Wish you were here <3

Steve Rogers @stevefrombrooklyn -- September 28 Better get ready @PeterQuillTonight because @therussianprincessnat is a lethal charmer. You won’t know what hit you.

Just In: ‘Marvelous’ star Natasha Romanoff appears on The Late Night Show, drops exclusive Season 4 teaser trailer (September 28, 2017)

Everything You Need to Know About the ‘Marvelous’ Season 4 Teaser Trailer

September 29, 2017. 12:55 AM PST

Last week the Marvelous official Twitter announced that the show’s teaser trailer would not be included in the CW sizzle reel due to “production complications”, much to the disappointment of us Marvels everywhere. Little did we know that not only were we still getting that teaser, but we were getting it an entire week early!

When Natasha Romanoff dropped by The Late Night Show last night, it seemed like a typical guest appearance. But we should have known something was up when, just hours before airtime, the Marvelous cast and crew posted tweets upon tweets encouraging fans to tune in, then took to Instagram to post photos of the entire gang gathered in Nick Fury’s penthouse apartment to watch the show. We know this cast and crew love to show their support for each other, but all this seemed like a lot of fuss over a simple talk show appearance, right?

So. Wrong.

“I was so sure I’d get her to dish about her trip,” Peter Quill shared after the show, referring to the Hawaiian vacation where Natasha Romanoff and co-star Steve Rogers seemed to be closer and cozier than ever. Photos of the couple out and about across the islands had made fans swoon over their screens, but not nearly as much as the incredibly intimate photo the pair had posted to Twitter themselves! But if we thought that Peter Quill would finally get the scoop we all wanted, we were mistaken. “I was prepared for every trick Nat could’ve thrown my way except for this one!” Quill had laughed. “I still want answers, but, come on! How could you top that surprise?”

In case you’ve been living under a rock -- or if you want to watch it a few dozen more times like we have -- then here’s the Marvelous Season 4 Teaser Trailer that Natasha surprised the world with last night.

...Couldn’t get the video to load? Don’t worry, we’ve got all 1:15 minutes of it broken down:

We start with a black screen, and the Captain narrating: “When I woke up, they told us we’d won. That the war was over.”

Flashes of scenes in quick succession: Hawkeye in an infirmary bed connected to tubes, bandaging wrapped around his eyes; Scarlet Witch screaming, hands pressed to her head; the Winter Soldier and Falcon on a snowy mountain, both doubled over, blood on the snow; Agent 13 throwing Iron Man’s helmet across the room, nearly hitting Agent Hill’s head as it cracks against the wall.

Black Widow standing in her room, her back to the camera as she reaches for something on the desk, fading into a shot of the Captain watching her from the doorway as his narration continues: “But they didn’t tell me what we’d lost.”

Thor and Quicksilver in the training room, Quicksilver grabbing Thor’s arm and yanking him back as he says, “We have to go after her!” with Thor curtly replying, “If we do, she’s as good as dead.”

Scarlet Witch gathering her energy between her palms, her eyes glowing as men in the foreground aim their rifles; a quick second of nothing, then a shot of a bunker in the snowy mountains erupting into a red explosion, fading into a scene of Falcon and Winter Soldier watching it collapse from afar.

Agent Hill, Agent 13, and Hawkeye (his eyes still wrapped in bandaging) standing over a holographic table as Agent 13, clearly distraught, asks, “All that sacrifice and we only put a Band-Aid on the problem?” Agent Hill answers with, “Maybe, and it’s going to be for nothing if we can’t fix this,” to which Hawkeye scoffs and replies, “Look at us. We can’t even fix ourselves.”

An ominous shot of the cube-like form of energy used to seal Thor’s powers within it, currents of electricity sparking out from its core; then Thor wincing in pain before hurling a weight across the training room.

Black Widow and the Captain standing close together as she hesitantly reaches up to touch his face; then the Captain sitting on his bed, head down, as Black Widow kneels in front of him and asks, “Tell me what to do to help,” to which the Captain replies in a strained voice, “I don’t know.”

Scarlet Witch in the snow, surrounded by the debris of the exploded laboratory, and then the Winter Soldier lifting her into his arms as she tucks her face into his chest, her entire body shaking.

Falcon pressing a kiss to Agent 13′s hair as she closes her eyes, his voice playing over the scene: “So how do we do this?”

Then Falcon and Agent 13 startling as someone enters the room, Iron Man emerging from the doorway with his arm in a sling and a bruise on his cheek. A quick cut to Agent 13 crying as she throws her arms around Iron Man, his voice playing over the scene: “We start with my least favorite thing to do.”

Cut to black, with Iron Man finishing his dialogue: “We ask for help.”

Then a close-up shot of purple light passing over someone’s skin and dissolving into a black, textured material as it spreads. This figure turns around, revealing a complete shot of his high-tech, full-bodied, cat-like suit; then he glances up at the ceiling as another figure -- slighter and smaller in stature, in a blue-and-red suit with a spider across his chest -- repels from the ceiling, landing on his feet.

Best. Teaser. EVER.

And with Marvelous not returning until December, it’ a good thing that we Marvels know how to keep ourselves busy. Bring on the theories!

What did YOU think of the teaser trailer? Let us know in the comments below!

Favorite ‘Marvelous’ Fan Theories for the Upcoming Season

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Maria Hill @aproblemlikemaria -- October 10 you know you’ve been filming too long when @therussianprincessnat and @stevefrombrooklyn turn into an old married couple

Thor Odinson @corethor -- October 10 apparently on hour 16 of filming @therussianprincessnat and @stevefrombrooklyn start arguing in latin. about latin? idk

Peter B. Parker @pbandparker -- October 10 @therussianprincessnat just looked at @stevefrombrooklyn and said “get me donuts” and HE DID. pretty sure she’s a jedi

T’challa T’chaka @ttchalla -- October 10 @therussianprincessnat just jumps onto @stevefrombrooklyn’s back when she’s tired of standing. Think I might try it out.

Clint Barton @cbarton -- October 10 @stevefrombrooklyn went MIA. turns out @therussianprincessnat fell asleep on him and he didn’t want to wake her

Clint Barton @cbarton -- October 10 update: @stevefrombrooklyn and @therussianprincessnat held up filming for 15m and @nickfurry just SHRUGGED. i’m suing

Natasha A. Romanoff @therussianprincessnat -- October 10 @stevefrombrooklyn we need new friends

Steve Rogers @stevefrombrooklyn -- October 10 @therussianprincessnat i think you need another nap

[Image Caption: Natasha Romanoff and Peter Parker in their Black Widow and Spider-Man suits, with Peter resting his elbow on Natasha’s head.]

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nataliaromanov @peterbenjiparker us spiders have to stick together, right?

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OCTOBER 22, 2017

[Image Caption: Steve Rogers kissing Natasha Romanoff’s cheek as she laughs, holding a melting cup of ice-cream.]

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stevenrogers I knew I couldn’t compete with @peterbenjipaker’s natural charm so I brought her ice-cream instead. #latenightshoots

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OCTOBER 22, 2017

[Image Caption: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff between takes on the training room set. Steve stands behind Natasha with his arms around her, leaning forward as Natasha whispers into his ear.]

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peterbenjiparker Have you ever eaten something so sweet that it gives you a sugar rush and sugar crash at the same time? That’s what it’s like to watch @stevenrogers and @nataliaromanov on and off camera

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Just In: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff spotted filming in a downtown Toronto shopping mall, pose for pictures with fans between takes; when asked if the ring on her finger was important to the scene, Natasha coyly responds, “what do you think?” (October 27, 2017)

Happy Halloween! ‘Marvelous’ Treats Fans with More Insight on Upcoming Season

October 31, 2017. 8:25 AM PST.

SPOILER ALERT! This post contains on-set stills from Season 4 of Marvelous.

When we were kids, we gorged on candy for Halloween. Now, we gorge on spoilers!

(But candy would still be appreciated.)

This morning, the Marvelous official Twitter announced that they had a little something special for us Marvels on the show’s official site, and they did not disappoint! Not only were we treated to on-set photos -- confirmed to have been from the start of filming back in August -- but we were also given the official synopses of the first three episodes!

Bonus: none of scenes shown seem to be related to the scenes teased in the trailer.

Can you say, “more spoilers”?

[Image Caption: Steve Rogers in a tuxedo and Natasha Romanoff in a wedding dress, Natasha’s hand tucked into Steve’s elbow as they smile at each other. The seats behind them are filled with the main and recurring cast, dressed for the occasion.]

[Image Caption: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, and Wanda Maximoff driving through a snowy mountain in a jeep. Sam is at the wheel as Wanda and Bucky are shown talking in the back seat, Wanda wearing the Winter Soldier’s jacket.]

[Image Caption: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff standing in the infirmary. Steve is holding onto Natasha’s arm, his eyes closed as he kisses her forehead.]

[Image Caption: Thor Odinson and Maria Hill sitting on a couch together with a mostly-emptied bottle of whiskey on the table. They’re both holding tumblers of scotch and angled toward each other as they speak.]

[Image Caption: Sharon Carter and Tony Stark in the infirmary set, Sharon seated at Tony’s bedside with a hand in her hair and her face wet with tears.]

[Image Caption: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff in the gym, a punching bag hanging between them. Natasha has a hand on the bag, her expression concerned as she looks at Steve, whose fist lingers on the punching bag as he angles himself away from her.]

[Image Caption: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff in the kitchen of a suburban house. Natasha is sitting on the kitchen island next to bags of groceries, her arms draped around Steve’s neck as he’s smiling at her.]

But wait: there’s MORE!

IN SOMNIS VERITAS - Season 4, Episode 1

As the Captain (Steve Rogers) struggles to deal with Black Widow’s (Natasha Romanoff) memories being lost, Agent Hill (Maria Hill) tries to pick up the pieces of the Team’s latest fallout, especially as Thor (Thor Odinson) starts to spiral without his powers and Hawkeye (Clint Barton) remains in a coma. Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier (Bucky Barnes) and Falcon (Sam Wilson) fear that their time to rescue Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff) may be running out.

THE DARKEST NIGHT - Season 4, Episode 2

Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff) realizes that her powers are fluctuating due to the experiments performed by her still-unnamed abductor (guest star Edwin Jarvis), which she fears will have catastrophic side effects. Elsewhere, as extraterrestrial weapons continue to move between counties, Agent 13 (Sharon Carter) urges the Team to take action. Realizing the distress she’s causing the Captain (Steve Rogers), Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff) asks him to help jog her memories.

BEFORE DAWN - Season 4, Episode 3

With the Captain (Steve Rogers) opening up to her and the Team reunited once more, Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff) starts to get flashes of what she believes are her lost memories, though she hesitates to tell anyone. Meanwhile, the return of the Director (writer/producer, guest star Nick Fury) gives Agent Hill (Maria Hill) a new push to rally and regroup, while the arrival of Black Panther (T’challa T’chaka) and Spider-Man (Peter Parker) gives the Team the motivation to move forward.

While we now have a little insight on what to expect from the start of the season, we’re still wondering about those wedding photos posted by the cast back in August. Is it a dream? An illusion? A flash-forward?

Tell us your thoughts in the comments below!

Guest-Stars James Rhodes and Loki Laufeyson Return to ‘Marvelous’

Peggy Carter Expected to Direct ‘Marvelous’ Mid-Season Finale

‘Marvelous’ Newcomer T’challa T’chaka Scheduled to Appear on The Late Night Show

[Image Caption: Natasha Romanoff standing with her back to the camera. She’s wearing a Dodgers jersey and baseball cap, pointing over her shoulder with her thumb at the “ROGERS” stitched across the back of the jersey.]

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stevenrogers @nataliaromanov dressed up as me and then started hugging everyone on set. Don’t know whether to be flattered or offended.

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OCTOBER 31, 2017

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Just In: ‘Marvelous’ writer/producer Nick Fury tweets on-set photo of Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, and Sharon Carter sharing a warm drink between takes, and fans are quick to notice the diamond ring on Romanoff’s left hand; when his Twitter is flooded with questions, Fury responds with a cryptic, “you’ll see” (November 4, 2017)

The Official Twitter of Access Entertainment @accessentertainment -- November 13 Only one month left until the #Marvelous Season 4 premiere, but of course you #Marvels already know that.

The Official Twitter of Access Entertainment @accessentertainment -- November 13 To celebrate, we asked the cast what their favorite lines of the season are so far #MarvelousLineswithAE

James Buchanan Barnes @iambuckybarnes -- November 13 #MarvelousLineswithAE “It’s not about the fear. It’s about how you react to it. That’s what you taught me.”

Wanda Maximoff @littlewandamaximoff -- November 13 #MarvelousLineswithAE “Unlike you, I can still tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it.”

Sharon Carter @sharoncarter -- November 13 #MarvelousLineswithAE “I used to think that love got in the way of duty. But maybe love is our greatest duty.”

Sam Wilson @snapwilson -- November 13 #MarvelousLineswithAE “If I focus less on the blame and more on the hurt, it makes it easier to heal.”

Steve Rogers @stevefrombrooklyn -- November 13 #MarvelousLineswithAE “There’s nothing and no one that could take your place in my life.”

Natasha A. Romanoff @therussianprincessnat -- November 13 #MarvelousLineswithAE “That isn’t something I have to remember. That’s something I just know.”

Nick Fury @nickfurry -- November 13 #MarvelousLineswithAE “Please say yes.”

Natasha A. Romanoff @therussianprincessnat -- November 13 @nickfurry you sap Natasha A. Romanoff Retweeted @nickfurry #MarvelousLineswithAE “Please say yes.”

AE! Exclusive: Spoilers Straight from the Cast of ‘Marvelous’

November 14, 2017. 8:02 AM PST

SPOILER ALERT! This post contains plot details from the season premiere of Marvelous.

(If any of you Marvels successfully resisted the urge to continue reading, know that we are incredibly impressed.)

That’s right, Marvels. With the Season 4 premiere just a month away, Access Entertainment! received an exclusive invitation to visit the set. And while we were there, we sat down with some of the cast and crew to squeeze out juicy details on what to expect from the upcoming premiere.

(WATCH: Access Entertainment’s Entire First Look from the Set of ‘Marvelous’)

Ready for the spoilers? Yeah, neither were we.

1. The premiere will center around the theme of dreams, and Steve Rogers (playing the Captain) shares that the entire episode should be an emotional roller-coaster. Ready your tissues, Marvels.

STEVE ROGERS: There’s a very blurred line between dreams and nightmares and that’s something the premiere really plays on. We shot two or three, sometimes even four versions of the same dream scenes that were so tonally different from each other. There are really low points but there are really high points, too, and it’s just one of those things you know will have that punch and then keep on punching.

ACCESS ENTERTAINMENT: And we’re guessing one of the Captain’s dreams must involve Natasha [Romanoff, playing Black Widow] in that gorgeous wedding dress all over Instagram?

ROGERS: [laughs] That was actually the very first scene we shot of the season. We read the script together, so we knew it was coming, just not when. But it’s the first day, and we’re all in tuxes and gowns and they’ve got us in this beautiful church set. And I didn’t even see Nat in her dress until we started filming. Nick [Fury, the show’s writer/producer] still won’t admit it but I’m sure that was intentional.

ACCESS ENTERTAINMENT: How romantic!

ROGERS: Yeah, don’t let the guy fool you. He’s just a big softie.

2. We’ll pick up right where the finale left off. Which means throwing salt onto all those wounds that still haven’t healed; their wounds AND ours.

SHARON CARTER [playing Agent 13]: You can watch the finale and then the premiere back-to-back and it’ll sort of be one extended episode. That’s the idea. We put these characters through every circle of hell and back and we don’t want to just jump forward and make you fill in the gaps. We take you with us every step of their emotional journey like we always have, and I can’t share anything, of course, but it doesn’t take long for them to start bouncing back. It’s sort of our way of saying, ‘Hey, we broke your hearts and made you wait half a year because we suck but now you’ll reap the rewards.’

3. After watching an entire season of our heroes falling apart, we can look forward to them coming back together stronger than ever. It’s no secret that watching episode after episode of our heroes fighting among each other was heartbreaking. But Wanda [Maximoff, playing Scarlet Witch] dished that this won’t be the case for the upcoming season.

WANDA MAXIMOFF: You won’t have to worry about us being at each other’s throats nearly as much anymore. When you hit rock bottom, there’s nowhere to go but up!

ACCESS ENTERTAINMENT: Thank goodness!

MAXIMOFF: I know! [laughs] It’s always fun to play those kinds of scenes, you know? They’re very raw and real, and it’s cathartic but in a very safe way to channel all your emotions and let them out. But it’s still draining. We were all so tired from “fighting” with each other by the time we wrapped. We looked forward to having a little fun again and Nick absolutely gave us that

ACCESS ENTERTAINMENT: So we can expect a lot more smiles this season? Maybe even a few laughs?

MAXIMOFF: Absolutely! The first few episodes will deal with the aftermath of the finale, of course. You don’t just sweep that under the rug. But everyone has suffered so much individually, this season you’ll see them lean on each other to heal. At the core, they have a bond you can’t really fit into one type of mold and it’ll be what helps them turn things around.

4. This season will explore the dynamics between our characters in ways we thought we could only dream of. Which means, yes, Marvels. They are in fact listening.

MAXIMOFF: You’ll see characters share scenes together that didn’t have much interaction outside of the group before, and you’ll see relationships in new lights. Iron Man [played by Tony Stark] and Quicksilver [played by Pietro Maximoff] got off to a rocky start, and they’re in a civil place now, but you’ll see them develop a genuine friendship. Iron Man will really pull through for Quicksilver and that finally gives them some common ground. Agent Hill [played by Maria Hill] and Thor [played by Thor Odinson] have always butt heads here or there because they’re just so different. They’re almost the last duo you’d expect to come together and that’s the beauty of it. They end up leaning on each other and it’s beautiful. All of these odd, new dynamics will get their own spotlights and it’s so much fun.

There’s even some role reversal in key relationships. Like with Hawkeye [played by Clint Barton]. He was an important mentor to Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, and now with his condition he’ll turn to them for guidance. And with Black Widow, she really built up Scarlet Witch and helped her become confident in her abilities and now Scarlet Witch will get to return the favor. She’ll be there to help Black Widow get back on her feet. She becomes Black Widow’s biggest confidant, and that will be such a strong thing for Scarlet Witch, who is in a dark place at the start of the season. These more intimate moments - they’ve been my favorite to film so far.

5. Newcomers Black Panther (played by T’challa T’chaka) and Spider-Man (played by Peter Parker) won’t take long to join the fray. We learned that we won’t be seeing them in the premiere, but at least we won’t have to wait much longer! It’s confirmed that Black Panther and Spider-Man will make their debuts before the end of the second episode.

T’CHALLA T’CHAKA: I was surprised to learn during the table read that Nick wasted no time introducing us. He had us involved from the very first day of filming, even though Peter and I would traditionally not have been called to the set just yet. We were very much included between takes. You would think coming onto a show of this magnitude, joining a cast so established - that would be an intimidating thing, you’d think. But as soon as I got the part everyone reached out to me on their own. We talked, not always about the show. I felt a fast connection. So when Peter and I were watching that first scene being filmed, when Natasha and Steve recited those vows, we were hit just as hard as everyone else. I choked up. I don’t mind sharing that, I’m not heartless. [laughs]

6. There’s a very good chance that every (well, ALMOST every) character that has crossed our heroes’ paths will make a reappearance before the end of the season. At least, it seems that way.

SAM WILSON [playing Falcon]: I’m just making guesses here, but with the way these last three months have gone, it’s probably a good guess. I think we’re somewhere between episodes nine and ten right now and we’ve already brought so many faces back. Sometimes we’ll walk onto a set or get rewrites, and we’ve brought back someone we thought had been written off definitively, and in these cool twists you won’t expect.

ACCESS ENTERTAINMENT: Any names you can hint at?

WILSON: Nah! No, don’t get me in trouble. [laughs] I can’t even hint at anything, but - trust me, it’ll be good. Fans will be excited to revisit these characters and see these shout-outs to old subplots. Some of it will be tying up loose ends, some of it’s just plain fun. Nick’s even got plans to have every guest director come back for an episode if scheduling works out. Don’t worry, I was allowed to share that. I asked. But Peggy [Carter] is already coming back for the mid-season finale and I think they’ve talked about her having a bigger hand in the second half of the season.

ACCESS ENTERTAINMENT: Oh, that’s exactly what we wanted to hear. She’s been involved in those episodes that make me swoon every time!

WILSON: Yeah, she knows how to tug on those heart-strings. She and Nick sat down, I think it was the middle of Season 2. But she and Nick sat us all down and we went around and said where we thought our characters would be in a few seasons and what we wanted for them. And it was all domestic. [laughs] No matter how crazy the world is, those same basic dreams are at our core, you know? And those are Peggy’s favorite stories to tell. Old romantics will be very happy with the intimate moments we fit into these episodes. It’ll be good. Real good.

7. Speaking of intimate: “It’s a very romantic season,” Bucky [Barnes, playing the Winter Soldier] shares. Cue squeals!

BARNES: Obviously the tone of the series will still be there, we don’t deviate into some kind of romantic drama. But you’ve seen the highs and lows of all these relationships, you’ve seen these characters go through so much and now they’ve earned this happiness. It’s a big turning point for our favorite couples, and rather than “will they, won’t they” you get to see them as a unit. That’s kind of the theme of this whole season, “us against the world,” whether it’s couples or friendships or the Team. It’s a great message.

ACCESS ENTERTAINMENT: Can you give us any hints?

BARNES: I wish I could, I really do. We just - we’re all having such a hard time biting our tongues. Each script is better and better and we want to share that with everyone, we want them to be excited with us. But I promise you, if you’ve sat through the last three years with your fingers crossed it’ll pay off. We almost jump the gun in a sense, because it goes from this slow burn to just diving head-first and it’s so satisfying. Even for myself, as a fan of this story and these characters, I see how far everything has come and I just get all tingly. [laughs] It’s great.

Well, there you have it!

It seems like this season will be the most emotional one yet, and luckily for us it sounds like it won’t be of the heart-breaking variety. Hopefully.

What are YOU most excited about for the upcoming season? Let us know in the comments below!

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[Image Caption: Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers on the set of Marvelous, kissing, her glittering diamond ring resting against his cheek as he dips her. The cast and crew can be seen out of focus in the background, cheering.]

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Avengers & Guardians Family Masterlist *updated 2/12/19*

NONE OF THESE ARE MINE!!! I did NOT write any of these! I believe they are amazing fanfics, written by insanely talented people, and deserve to be shared. ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE AUTHORS!!!

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Tony & Avengers Team

Silent Ilien by everythingispoetry (Parent Tony Stark)(Tony Stark & Avengers Team) Tony is bringing up his autistic son. The world - and the Avengers - are oblivious. They just think Tony is being typical self when he disobeys orders or just disappears. Encounters through years. Pepper, Rhodey, Natasha, Steve, Thor, Bruce, Clint, the team, JARVIS. Bonus: Phil.

An Ever Watchful Eye by torianmist (Tony Stark & Avengers Team) Guardian Angels come in all shapes and sizes and are not always who you think they may be.

I Really Do Trust You by tsjn (Tony Stark & Avengers Team) The team does a very different version of trust falls. Tony, dealing with the aftermath of New York, doesn't participate. The team starts to wonder if Tony really trusts them. Or Tony tries too hard not to disappoint, and has a panic attack because of it.

Not Fighting by arianapeterson19 (Tony Stark & Avengers Team) Fury had no room to complain, he had known what would happen if he made Tony sit through one more meeting without providing decent coffee. He didn't have to be such a dick about it. Or the one where Fury is a shit and the Avengers have some forced bonding.

In Deep Water by itsallAvengers (Steve Rogers x Tony Stark)(Tony Stark & Avengers Team) The Avengers want a pool. Tony can arrange that for them. He can. The thought doesn’t fill him with horrible, daunting dread and crippling fear. Not at all. (Or maybe denial does more harm than good)

Submerge by Oceanbreeze7 (Tony Stark & Avengers Team) Not many people escape being a Prisoner of War untouched. Lucky (unluckily) for Tony, he wasn't entirely the exception. Besides, water is a terrifying thing.

Division of the Heart by TylerM (Tony Stark & Avengers Team) Tony Stark is sick. Surely that's not going to be a problem? When he doesn't tell the team a normal cold is a little more complicated with the Arc Reactor, things get a little out of hand.

Grown Now by TylerM (Tony Stark & Avengers Team) Loki de-ages Tony Stark, and the team have to now deal with a tiny four year old who is nothing like the Tony they're used to, and nothing like they'd expect him to be as a child.

Sick Games by arianapeterson19(Tony Stark & Avengers Team) Anyone who locked Tony in a room with electronics was either stupid or insane. Or both. OR The one where everyone gets kidnapped and Tony’s not exactly useless.

Me and Myself by Kyu_Momo (Insecure Tony Stark)(Tony Stark & Avengers Team) "Tony! If you could just be a little less like you we would all like you a lot more!“

Expendable by Kelady (Steve Rogers x Tony Stark)(Tony Stark & Avengers Team) Tony's expendable and he knows it. So why is the whole team in his hospital room, worried? or Tony gets stabbed by Loki and he learns exactly how much they care. Hint. It's a lot.

TONY STARK, PRESUMED DEAD by Kelady (Tony Stark & Avengers Team) Tony Stark's house is blown up on National television. Of course, the remaining Avengers are going to find out. This is what they do while Tony Stark is Presumed Dead.

Not just a team, but a family. by Thebookofavenging (Tony Stark & Avengers Team) Post the arc-reactor surgery, tony wakes up to find the avengers in his hospital room and needless to say he is a little surprised by it. Fluff and Confusion ensues.

Ghosts by madwamoose (Tony Stark & Avengers Team) The Avengers have been placed under a spell. Each day, a ghost of a member of the team will haunt them until they face their worst fear and stick up to it.

It Only Hurts a Little (He's Lying Through His Teeth) by F-117 Nighthawk (Tony Stark & Avengers Team) Two times Tony hid the fact that the arc reactor was causing him pain and one time Pepper didn't let him.

The Triggers List by TeaSpent (Tony Stark & Avengers Team) After the first 'incident', the triggers list was made. Stuck on to the fancy fridge in the Avenger's Tower with a purple smiley face magnet, the paper has everyone’s name's on it, as well as a bulleted list of triggers. Well, that is, everyone except for Tony.

Truth, Secrets, Mind by Kelady (Tony Stark & Avengers Team) The Avengers team is thrown in to Tony's mind and they are shown some of Tony's bad past.

I Don't Like To Be Handed Things by Kelady (Tony Stark & Avengers Team) Tony Stark doesn't like to be handed things. The avengers find out why.

Not a Soldier by SailorChibi (Tony Stark & Avengers Team) When a villain kidnaps the team and demands sex in exchange for the team's freedom, the obvious choice to offer up is the person who has the most experience (and the worst reputation). Unfortunately, Tony didn't actually consent.

Stuck with us by petroltogo (Tony Stark & Avengers Team)(High School AU) Prompt fill: can u write like a hs au, with avengers as a group of friends. they act like they think tony doesn't have feelings, they seem to never take him seriously and they often tease him or laugh at sth that actually hurts him (they dont know that it makes him feel bad) he usually just takes it, because he thinks he deserves it. but then he has just the worst day ever, and they make some comment abt sth and he just breaks and starts crying, cause he just wants someone to care abt him. they comfort him.

The Star-Spangled Man With A Plan by Mistfire24 (Tony Stark & Avengers Team) Tony is forced to clean out and organize his father's old things. He finds a special surprise that he can't wait to share with the rest of the team. OR Everyone is laughing because Steve Rodgers, A.K.A. Captain America is dressed in SPANDEX

Fix You by Princess_Aleera (Clint Barton x Tony Stark)(Tony Stark & Avengers Team) “Hello, Tony. I want to play a game.“ Tony is taken by the Jigsaw Killer and forced to endure five grueling tasks - each of them representing one of his teammates. The same teammates who, on Jigsaw’s orders, are forced to watch every second of Tony’s torture on a set of monitors. “Hello, Avengers. Today, you are not here to save anyone. You are here to help with the clean-up, for once in your life.”

The Tony Stark Squad by BellaP (Tony Stark Defense Squad)(Not Team Cap Friendly)(Tony Stark & Avengers Team) Because Tony does have loyal friends, and they are not happy with the Avengers.

Me Without You by Wix (Tony Stark Defense Squad)(Not Team Cap Friendly)(Tony Stark & Avengers Team) Tony’s moving on, slowly and one piece at a time, but he’ll get there eventually. With a little help along the way.

We Are Tony’s People [part one, part two, part three] by Tempest_Raining (Tony Stark Defense Squad)(Not Team Cap Friendly)(Tony Stark & Avengers Team) The first time the Exvengers walked into the refurbished compound after three-and-a-half years of sitting in Wakanda they are met with some of the more… vindictive people on Tony’s roster. Or, I just wanted to experiment with Rhodey, Doc Strange, Matt, Foggy, Jessica and FRIDAY working together to confront/warn the Exvengers.

Contractually Obligated [part one, part two, part three]by poetically_ordinary (Tony Stark x Stephen Strange)(Tony Stark Defense Squad)(not team cap friendly)(Tony Stark & Avengers Team) When the wayward Avengers finally sign the Sokovia Accords, they return to a place that is no longer like they remember it to be. Everyone must come together to portray a united front to the world. Even if that’s the last thing happening behind the scenes.

Tony Stark is Not a Supervillain (But his Poker Group All Are) by DaughteroftheSilverMoon (Tony Stark & Marvel Villains)(Tony Stark & Avengers Team) A superhero walks into a room full of villains- and they play poker and give him a drink. After all, it’s the polite thing to do. Only then they get to liking him, and all of a sudden they’re slaying dragons for the good guys. It’s very disconcerting, but kind of nice.

Avenger’s Game of Tag by athletiger (Steve Rogers x Tony Stark) It wasn’t supposed to go on this long, but it just…happened. It started off as a child’s game of tag, but the Avengers just had to evolve it into something long and glorious, collateral damage included. Inspired by Jeremy Renner’s new film “Tag.” In theaters June 15.

Broken by NotEvenCloseToStraight (Tony Stark x Avengers Team) It took months of therapy for Bucky to break his Winter Soldier conditioning, and Steve was there for him, encouraging him to talk about his past, his fears, his time as the Soldier. And Bucky talked about everything– except why the barest mention of an Alpha makes him panic. When Steve brings Bucky home, Alpha!Tony is ready to welcome Bucky with open arms and wings, but Bucky can’t look at him, can’t be in the same room without his wings flaring out to keep the Alpha away, a broken Omega panicking in the presence of a strong Alpha. But Tony is a good Alpha, and the team pulls together to help Bucky, showing him what it means to be loved, to be healthy and whole, and one day when Tony holds his hand out, Bucky trusts him enough to take it. And Bucky realizes that with a family behind him, with the safety hes found in the Omegas, the companionship from the Betas, and the unconditional love from the Alpha–HIS alpha, he isn’t broken at all. But with a team like the Avengers, tragedy is never far off, and this one rocks the family to their core. How can they fix the broken pieces of their lives when their Alpha is gone?

Peter Parker & Avengers Team

In The Home by aloneintherain (Peter Parker & Avengers Team) The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates.

He’s Ours To Protect by ImaKaraTabiHe (Parent Tony Stark)(Steve Rogers x Tony Stark)(Kid Peter Parker & Avengers Team) Things are going well at the Tower since Peter was adopted. At least, they were before someone from Peter’s past reappeared.

The Sun Will Come Out by aloneintherain (Peter Parker & Avengers Team) The Avengers bombard Peter’s place of employment, meet his awful boss, and ruin a man’s life. Peter quietly suffers

Working For A Miracle by ImaKaraTabiHe (Peter Parker & Avengers Team) Peter’s alone in the world, struggling to be both Peter Parker and Spider-Man. Sometimes he feels so low, he wonders if he’s living, if it’s worth it. Maybe miracles take some work though?

Fitting In (Tiny Spaces) by aloneintherain (Peter Parker & Avengers Team) Peter’s trapped beneath a collapsed building during a mission, hurt and unable to move. Luckily, his comm still works. Unluckily, the Avengers don’t realize how bad of a state Peter is in, and Peter isn’t inclined to tell them.

Peter’s International Debut by ImaKaraTabiHe(Peter Parker & Avengers Team) “Where the fuck were you!?” It comes out as more of a yell than he would’ve liked, but his control is slipping and all the anger, fear, and hurt are crashing out. In which Peter comes back on a Sunday and he has good reasons to be ticked at the Avengers for leaving him behind to go on a mission.

5 Times Spider-Man Saved an Avenger’s Ass by TunaFishChris(Peter Parker & Avengers Team) What it says on the tin.

Peter & Wanda BFF’s [part one, part two, part three] by TunaFishChris (Peter Parker & Avengers Team)(Peter Parker & Wanda Maximoff) Nobody’s thrilled at the idea of “that kid” Peter Parker on the Avengers team. Nobody’s thrilled at the idea of “that weirdo” Wanda Maximoff on the team, either. Until they disappear, that is. Or, the one where Peter and Wanda are besties and the other Avengers are jerks until they realize how important and awesome they both are.

With Arms Wide Open by xSeshatx (Peter Parker & Avengers Team) 5 times the Avengers helped Peter Parker, and the 1 time Peter Parker helped the Avengers

Peter Parker is a ridiculously nice person by NeighbourhoodGay(Peter Parker & Avengers Team) The realization that Spider Man is in fact the sweetest human being on the planet takes the Avengers by surprise.

void by thepensword (Peter Parker & Avengers Team)(Infinity War Spoilers) He wakes up gasping. For a moment, all he sees is blackness, and he is searching for air that feels as though it will never again enter his lungs. He feels numbness and pain as one, terror and despair racing through his veins, and he thinks this is what it must feel like for the world to end. Peter in the void, after the war.

here comes the sun by porcelaincarnival (Peter Parker & Tony Stark)(Peter Parker & Avengers Team) No one believes that Peter interns at Stark Industries, so when the class takes a field trip there, Peter can’t help but be a little upset about it

Peter Quill & Guardians Team

Breathe by ren (Peter Quill & Team) Peter has asthma. The team don’t know about this until he suddenly has a severe attack in the middle of a battle. To make matters worse, they don’t know what it is in the first place or how to make him better.

Unpack Your Heart by aloneintherain (Peter Quill & Team) The Guardians are captured and Peter is taken to their captors to be questioned. Instead of torturing him, however, the interrogator injects him with a truth drug. Due to his hybrid nature, however, the serum works a little too well: Peter can’t shut up and starts babbling whatever comes into his mind. Frustrated, his captors throw him back into the cell to let the serum wear off. Unfortunately, that means that the Guardians are stuck with a drugged up Peter who can’t stop talking!

If You Need Me, Call Me by AutumnHobbit (Guardians of The Galaxy x Avengers) They’ve all got their issues, and their own unique patterns of brokenness. Except now, they also have each other’s backs. Or: Five Times The Avengers Helped The Guardians, And One Time The Guardians Helped The Avengers.

Darcy Lewis & Avengers Team

Avengers Means Family (a cautionary tale) by moontyrant (Darcy Lewis x Avengers)(Big Brother Avengers) Darcy's cheating (ex)boyfriend won't give her stuff back after she leaves him, and it's up to the Avengers to make it right.

Darcy is Done! by Caiti (Darcy Lewis & Avengers) Darcy is the all-around gofer for these people, and she's sick and tired of not getting thanked. She is going on strike.

Reader & Avengers

Always Remembered by WinterReadingerDixon67 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)(Reader & Avengers) Reader finds out her grandfather has passed away and now attends his funeral with Bucky and the team at her side.

What We Do For Our Own by isntthatjustmarvelous (Avengers & Reader) You experience something traumatic, but your super secret boyband are there to help. And to discuss revenge.

Avengers Team & Team Free Will (Supernatural)

The Touch Point by The67ImpalaDragonChild (Avengers Team & Clint Barton & Team Free Will) When Clint Barton was young, he met two boys. Two boys that became closer to him than his own brother. Years later, Clint is now an Avenger, and his two adoptive brothers are the deadliest hunters in the United States. If not the world. They’re closer than ever. And when Clint is snatched directly from the aftermath of a battle by a face from his past, and only has a few minutes to call for help, Clint makes a call to Natasha Romanov… And Dean Winchester. Now Avengers and Hunters alike must race against time and work together to find Clint. Before his time runs out.

An Occasional Matter of Family by dare_to_do_our_duty (Tony Stark & The Winchester Brothers) In which Tony Stark is related to Sam and Dean Winchester and they drop in on occasion when nobody is busy saving the world. And sometimes when everyone is busy saving the world.

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The Ballerina*

Post Civil War, Avengers AU one shot. Features Steve Rogers X OFC

Word Count: 7800+

Warnings: NSFW. Angst. Fluff. Smut

Music mentioned in order of appearance: Various Storms and Saints by Florence and The Machine Come Away with Me by Nora Jones Make You Feel My Love by Adele (a Bob Dylan cover)

Since the moment she had joined the team, Captain Steve Rogers had not been able to take his eyes off the svelte figure of MacKenzie - Mac - Colter. She was of average height, a willow-thin woman that moved as if she floated over the ground, but she wasn’t a waif, paper thin and sickly. She was sleek and powerful, graceful as a lioness and twice as deadly when it came to sparring of the verbal kind.

The riot of antique golden waves that seemed impossible to tame and fell around her shoulders only added to the image, and her large, dark eyes, the colour of whiskey, were always laughing. More often than not they were laughing at him, but Steve didn’t mind.

She was sweet and witty, kind but tough, and had come on-board as the government liaison when the Sokovian Accords had crashed and burned. And, she kicked paper pusher ass at her job. He’d watched her dress down politicians, presidents, and in one case a prince, and do so in each of their respective languages. All had backed down, impressed and a tad intimidated, giving in readily to her demands.

Fury had found her somewhere. Just where Steve couldn’t have said, but she was mildly enhanced, an inhuman whose life had changed irrevocably a few years ago. What that life had been before her arrival Mac had always refused to speak about and, after the one and only time he’d asked, causing pain and sorrow to fill her eyes, Steve had quickly pulled her into a tight hug and told her not to fret. She could talk or not, whatever she liked. The way her body had relaxed with his assurance that he wouldn’t push for answers had confirmed he’d made the right decision. They all had secrets. She could keep hers as long as it didn’t interfere with the team.

That had been months ago, and Mac had slipped seamlessly into the intricate workings of the group easily. Her sweet nature saw she made friends with all of them, even Bucky whose personality was not the best and who still struggled to be part of the world again. Mac had taken one look at his best friend upon meeting Buck the first time, grabbed him by the hand - the metal one - and led Bucky to the farthest corner of the room where they had sat sequestered for a good forty-five minutes, in which time Mac had done nearly all the talking. Bucky had nodded slowly, commented a few times, stood to his feet and shocked the heck out of Steve when he’d hugged her. What they’d talked about, to this day he still didn’t know, but he would never be able to thank her for whatever it was she’d said for, after that day, Bucky had progressively gotten better.

Steve was pretty sure he was, if not completely head over heels for her, then he was at least half way there, and people had started to comment. Bucky, the jerk, constantly teased and jabbed at him, something he didn’t begrudge the former Winter Soldier as it was just so damn nice to have that man back. But Sam’s less than subtle innuendos were starting to get on his nerves.

It was for that reason he was up, hair rumpled from his fingers being thrust through it, jeans slung low on his hips, walking barefoot through the corridors of the compound at just shy of one in the morning. Sam’s jabs had hit a little too close to home and had him losing sleep.

The weekly poker night between himself, Sam, Bucky, Clint and Vision had become something of a boys night, including Tony, Bruce and Scott when they were around. The girls tended to go off and do girl things those nights, movies and beauty things he knew nothing about, while the boys drank and gambled.

It had started out innocent enough. A comment by Clint about having seen Mac talking rather closely with Tim from logistics - looking cozy and flirty according to the archer - had set Sam off, causing him to give Steve grief for missing his opportunity with Mac and now she was eyeing up her own prey. Bucky had come to his defence, like always, boasting that Tim was a twig that he, Steve, could easily snap in half should he wish it.

But his own reply had been much less… aggressive. There was no point in making assumptions on anything until Mac stated with her own mouth that she was seeing this… Tim.

Still, it had thrown Steve off his game enough to be down fifty bucks to Sam because he’d stopped paying attention to the cards in his hand and on the table. The game had ended early after that, and the others had all wandered off to their own rooms while he had stayed to stew in the misery of his own making. Unable to sleep, he’d taken from a private, secret drawer in his desk the sketchbook he’d only begun to get back into.

At one time, art had been his escape from reality. The reality of his small stature. The reality of the war. The reality of his mother’s death. The reality of Bucky’s leaving. But, once he’d become Captain America, there had been no time for the pencil and charcoal drawings that soothed his raged, anxious soul. He’d put it all away until recently. Until Mac.

The book beneath his arm was filled with pictures of her. Laughing. Smiling. Angry. Frustrated. Happy. Sad. Contemplative. Her face covered the pages. Sure there were pictures of the others as well. Nat in a casual pose against the arm of a chair. Clint perched with his bow. Tony, arms crossed and eyes lost in thought. There was one of Thor laughing, another of Peter smiling, and one of Sam’s smug, too proud face. Bucky filled the pages as well, but it was hard for him to reconcile the Bucky he remembered with the new one. Today’s Bucky was the same, yet, somehow, different and he just… he couldn’t get the eyes right.

As he was, now, in a pensive mood, Steve decided working through it with his hands was likely to be the most therapeutic and had wandered off to find a place that felt right to lose himself in his art. It had him walking the corridors until he’d found himself outside the one door he’d never been invited inside.

They each had their own spaces, not just the suites they lived in but rooms within the compound that had become…unconsciously theirs. Bucky liked the music room for the piano gave him peace and helped him remember the past. Nat was often on the gun range, finding balance behind the target practice. Sam liked the forest behind the compound where the golden eagles nested. Clint’s was the rafters when he wanted to be alone. Wanda and Vision claimed the kitchen and often filled the hallways with delectable smells. Tony had his workroom and Steve liked the big open lounge with all the windows for the natural light was excellent though it was often too crowded.

But this room, the one with the slightly ajar door, had been created and explicitly refurbished for Mac and while he figured either Tony or Fury knew what secrets it held, the rest of them were not privy to such details. The door was always locked and no one, as far as he knew, was allowed inside. However, the four-inch gap gave Steve not only get a glimpse of the interior but the ability to also hear the music that poured quietly from the stereo.

The tune was slow, almost… ethereal with the unearthly voice that was singing. The woman sounded like a combination of a fairy and a fury. Mystical beauty and sultry heat. Soft guitars and other stringed instruments accompanied the singer. And the quiet words poured forth, sometimes soft. Sometimes forceful.

…you got a hold on me… and I don’t know how I don’t just stand outside and scream… I am teaching myself how to be free…

He was drawn closer, the curiosity undeniable. Drawn to peer through that gap and inhaled with force when he found Mac. She wore a bodysuit, sleeveless, cut high on her hips in a sapphire blue that turned her lioness mane into burnished caramel gold. A skirt a shade lighter and made of fairy wings, all flowing gossamer fabric, fluttered in gentle movements around her hips and upper thighs. Her gorgeous long legs were bare, coated only in a sheen of sweat, the same sheen that glistened on her face and caused tendrils of her upswept hair to stick to her swan-like neck and bared upper shoulders. But it was the wall of mirrors, the hardwood floors, the long wooden barre, and the soft pink ballet shoes on her feet that took him by surprise.

‘A dancer.’ She had been a dancer before her time with them. A ballerina if the graceful hands and turned out feet, the long limbs and sultry movements were anything to go by. Her back was a sleek line that flowed into curved buttocks, and he had his sketchbook open in a heartbeat.

…you saw the stars out in front of you… too tempting not to touch… but even though it shocked you… something’s electric in your blood…

His pencil fairly flew across the page as he followed her graceful dips and arcs, the stretch and flex of limbs, the lift of a slender, muscle toned leg to the ceiling. Her back arched as she leapt with abandon and had his breath catching in his throat.

…But still you stumble, feet give way… outside the world seems a violent place… but you had to have him, and so you did…

She was grace and beauty personified. A sleek feline inside a woman’s body that could make him think very dangerous, very dirty thoughts about core strength and flexibility. And then, as he watched with bated breath, she pushed up onto the tips of those pink satin shoes and spun across the floor on the ends of her toes.

…I know you’re bleeding, but you’ll be okay…hold on to your heart, you’ll keep it safe… hold on to your heart, don’t give it away…

The music tugged at him, and the story she told with her movements made his chest ache. It was sad, filled with pain and loss and anger, but spoke of finding the strength inside to keep going, to keep moving forward. It made him wonder at the choice. At what memory was haunting her tonight to pick such a piece of music to dance to.

…but still you stumble, feet give way… outside the world seems a violent place… but you had to have him, and so you did… some things you let go in order to live…

He wasn’t sure if he’d moved or perhaps made a sound, but her incredible movements came to a sudden halt as her eyes snapped to his in the mirror. Colour flushed her face, heightened across her cheeks, and he nearly blushed in return. But, what was there to be embarrassed about? She was poetry in motion, beautiful, and he shifted his shoulder into the doorframe, leaning against it as he pushed the door fully open. “Don’t let me interrupt,” he murmured quietly.

Her hands closed into fists before they relaxed at her sides. “Captain. I did not think anyone was still up.”

She only ever called him Captain in that cool, princess voice when he’d annoyed or disconcerted her and made him smile gently. Her eyes darted to the door, and he knew she was cursing herself for not closing it. “Couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d do something productive.” He motioned with the sketch pad now closed in his hand.

“And that led you to this room? Why?” She stalked towards the stereo system and turned the music off, dousing them in silence.

“I was just walking, sorting through some stuff, and heard the music. It was beautiful,” as was she. “What was it?”

Sighing softly, Mac trailed her fingers across the speakers. “Florence and the Machine. I don’t think you or Bucky have gotten to them yet.”

Nodding, Steve gave her a small smile. It wasn’t uncommon to be handed a list of things one must know, watch, listen to, by another teammate. “She may have to jump to the top of my list,” he murmured, watching Mac fidget around the room. She drank from her water bottle, towelled her face, slung her leg up on the barre to stretch and did everything in her power not to look at him.

“That… that’s good. I bet you’ll like them,” Mac murmured.

Sliding cautiously through the door, Steve leaned against the wall. He couldn’t help but ask, “Why would you hide this, Mac? You’re beautiful.” She flinched, hard, as if he’d struck her a physical blow and had him dropping his sketchbook on the floor with a soft thud.

He could see her take a deep breath, almost as if whatever she was about to say pained her greatly before she straightened up, her leg still stretched long down the barre and toe pointed. She looked at him in the mirror as she spoke.

“It's… too painful to share with another but… it’s impossible to let go.”

Devastation filled her eyes before they dropped from his. “Would you… do you…” he cleared his throat, heart beating hard in it, and finally managed to say, “Do you want to talk about it? I mean, I’m kind of in the know now.”

Sighing, she removed her foot from the barre and gave her leg a shake. The long leg with the wealth of muscle he hadn’t realized had been hiding beneath her suit pants and skirts. Shaking out the other, he watched her do little exercises. Point her toes. Flex her knees. Bring her arm up over her head. All while watching her bite at her lip, her eyes shadowed and brow furrowed as she thought about what she wanted to say.

“I was a dancer… clearly,” Mac murmured, continuing her exercise, her eyes misting over with memories. “A good one. On the way to be the principal ballerina of my company. I was young and cocky. I thought I was invincible. Then, it all changed. I changed. It started slowly at first. I would know… things about my colleagues that, perhaps I should not have. Languages I never studied would simply appear in my head, and I would know them, speak them fluently, and sway people to my way of thinking using just my words.”

She went up on her toes again, picking and placing her feet in quick little motions, neat flicks of her toes. “What happened?”

“I got… fresh with my new found abilities. Started using them when it was unnecessary. Twist this corps dancer’s thoughts to try out for a different part because I thought she would upstage me. Influence the director to cast me as lead when the current principal was better suited.”

She looked up, a flush colouring her face and shame in her eyes but he didn’t judge. She’d been young, handed a burden and abilities she couldn’t possibly understand the consequences of and had run a little wild. “We’ve all been there, Mac.”

“Even you, Captain? The great and honourable Steve Rogers used his abilities to further his own agenda? I highly doubt that.” She shook her head in disbelief.

Reaching out, Steve quietly shut the door. “We all have demons, doll. I did things… stupid, selfish, foolish things during the war. I’ve done things since. Some for the greater good, others…” He shrugged. When the winter soldier thing had come to light, he had done a lot of selfish things going after Bucky. Sure it had helped his friend clear his name but… when he thought hard about the risks and sacrifices made, he’d done a lot of it strictly because he wanted his best friend back. He was tired of being alone.

Mirroring his shrug, Mac swept her leg up into an arabesque. “In the course of my meddling, I made enemies, lots of them.” He stiffened, and she smiled. “Not that kind, soldier. At ease. Ballet dancers, principals especially, always have some up and comer looking to usurp them. I was no different.”

Again her eyes turned sad, and he jerked his mind from seriously flexible legs. “What happened?”

“My partner… he was my lover at the time. I was too self-absorbed to see that he had lost interest in me, had taken up with a new dancer. We stopped sleeping together, and I was so wrapped up in the dance and being the best that I did not notice she had turned him against me.” Again she gave a great sigh. “One day during rehearsal we were slated to do a lift. When your partner is six feet plus tall and pushes you eight or so feet in the air, there needs to be a fair amount of trust. I trusted him…”

Her voice softened, strained with her memories, and Steve started across the floor towards her as she spun back to the barre and gripped it tightly. “Tell me.” He needed to know, to hear just how badly it had gone so he could understand her better. Needed it like oxygen so he could keep breathing.

“It was simple really. A high lift,” her hand landed on her hip, “Supported here where I was held above Reynauld by a single hand. We had done it… a hundred times, maybe more. After he swore it was an accident, fatigue from too many long days, but I saw it in his eyes, felt it through his touch.” Her head lifted just enough to lock eyes with his in the mirror. “He dropped me.”

Steve, unable to not touch her and offer some sort of comfort, condolence, or care, gently place his hand over hers on her hip. “I am, so sorry, Mac.”

Nodding, she swallowed rather hard before continuing. “I went straight down, landed head first. Head, shoulder, knee. It was the knee that did me in. Tore… everything. Shattered bone. There was no coming back from it, not professionally. But the worst part was seeing my understudy, his new lover, smirk at me before the concussion caused me to pass out. They’d planned it together.”

“Damn, Mac. I hope you said something!” Her eyes blazed a dark rich gold, boring into his through her reflection.

“And say what? That I knew they had planned it because I could read his mind? I deserved it, Steve! Instead of working harder, getting better and earning my place, I cheated. I cut corners and manipulated outcomes and hurt who knows how many people in the process.”

Tightening his hand on her waist, he slapped the other one to the opposite side and spun her around. In the back of his mind, he catalogued how she’d gone up on her toes, an instinctive reaction, that had her spinning easily to face him. He could feel the tightness of her core and the strength beneath his palms but pushed it aside in lieu of snarling, “That still doesn’t give them the right to hurt you, Mac! They permanently ended your career!”

“And now I have a new one!” she barked back. “I like my job, Steve. I love it here! It’s challenging and exciting and having been a dancer I’ve got the backbone to stand up to these people. My abilities are an asset here when they would have been a burden there. Selfish thoughts are the same the world over, and while I don’t manipulate outcomes like I used to, knowing the slippery slope that can lead us down, I can find the deepest desires and the darkest regrets of people and help soften their burdens. I am good at this,” Mac murmured, calming as the tirade slowed. “And yes, I miss dancing but it’s nothing to come in here, turn on the music, and remember. And when I walk out that door, I go back to being Mac the liaison and leave Mackenzie the ballerina… behind.”

Sighing softly, Steve found with her on her toes she was nearly the same height as him. At least, her mouth was very close, and he dropped his eyes to it. “Is that what you did for Bucky? Soften his burdens?”

“Yes,” she whispered, hands resting on his biceps and eyes on his mouth. “He had… fears that were unwarranted and believed falsehoods about himself. I just… assured him that those things were non-issues with the others.” She fidgeted slightly before murmuring, “I don’t use my powers with the team. It's… an invasion of privacy but Bucky was so… broken.”

Her eyes were dark with concern, but he wasn’t worried. “What are mine?” he murmured. “Tell me my biggest regrets.” She looked deep into his eyes again, searching, seeking something he wasn’t privy to. He wasn’t even sure she would do it until her hands glided up his arms to gently cup his face, thumbs brushing softly along his cheekbones. It nearly made him quake with how much he wanted her.

“Bucky… his fall.” She peered at him until Steve had to turn his eyes away. “That was not your fault. You could not have saved him, and you could not have known he would survive that fall.”

He knew that, truly he did, but knowing and forgiving were two very different things. “I should have…” Warmth filled him like a golden glow and had his eyes snapping back to hers.

“No, you shouldn’t have.” She searched his eyes some more, a little frown on her face. “And… Peggy. You missed your dance.”

“Yeah. Stupid.” Again he looked away and was pulled back by soft hands and a gentle touch.

Another deep search of her eyes had his hands loosening on her waist when she spoke again. “It’s been years since I danced with a partner.” Pulling out of his lax hold, she made her way to the stereo system, pressing buttons on her phone to change to different music. The ribbons on her ballet shoes fluttered loose, and she slipped them from her feet. “I may not be your Peggy, but… could I have this dance, Captain Rogers?”

She turned back and her eyes, those bright, calm, beautiful eyes held him in her thrall. Music poured from the speakers, soft, sexy music that stirred his blood. It was unknown to him, but it was a slow jazz, something he could have heard in the forties, something he would have danced with Peggy to, but… this wasn’t Peggy. This was Mac. He could not compare one to the other. It just wasn’t possible. When he held out his hand, she returned to his arms, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floors; a match for his own.

…come away with me in the night… come away with me, and I will write… you a song…

Her fingers - long, graceful - closed over the edge of his palm, warm and strong. He took her by the waist, she traced her hand over his shoulder, and he brought her firmly into his body. Slowly, he swayed, getting the feel of the woman in his arms, the music, and the tempo. He wasn’t Bucky by any means, but he wasn’t about to embarrass himself when he stepped into the flowing lines of a waltz. Her eyes darted up, a smile pulling at her mouth before she closed her them and gave herself over to him and the music.

…I want to walk with you… on a cloudy day… in fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high so won’t you try to come… come away with me, and we’ll kiss… on a mountaintop… come away with me, and I’ll never stop loving you…

Soon, her hand had shifted up, along the expanse of his shoulder to wrap tenderly at his nape, making him sigh at the contact when her nails lightly scraped the skin and the short hairs at the back of his neck. Drawing his hand into his chest, he placed the back of hers over his heart and slowed his steps until they were back to the gentle sway and rock they had started in. His heart beat hard in beneath their joined hands, and when her head descended to rest against his shoulder, he was certain she would be able to hear the rapid thudding.

…and I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof… while I’m safe there in your arms, so all I ask is for you… to come away with me in the night… come away with me.

The music ended, and he continued to sway with her, unwilling to let the dance end. It was too short. He hadn’t had enough time. He needed more. He’d lost so much already. “Peggy,” spilled from his lips and Steve froze. “Mac! I… I… I don’t know why-” her fingers were suddenly pressing against his lips, stopping any further mortified stuttering from coming out. She patted his chest and stepped out of his arms to walk back towards the stereo. A few quick clicks on her cell phone, and she returned to him, sliding her hands up and twining her arms behind his neck. “Mac I… I don’t…”

“Steve… that was Peggy’s dance… this one is mine,” she whispered.

Stunned, he watched her smile gently, heart in her eyes before her head settled back on his chest. It took a moment for his hands to find her waist as the music washed over him. Soft guitar and quiet female voice had him laying his cheek on the top of her head.

…when the rain is blowing in your face… and the whole world is on your case… I could offer you a warm embrace… to make you feel my love… when the evening shadows and the stars appear… and there is no one there to dry your tears… I will hold you for a million years to make you feel my love…

The words of the song hit him, and he inhaled hard. Did she know? Could she? Had she looked so deep that she’d found the secret he’d been keeping in his heart. “Mac?”

“Yes, Captain?”

…I know you haven’t made your mind up yet… but I will never do you wrong… I’ve known it from the moment that we met… no doubt in my mind where you belong… I’d go hungry; I’d go black and blue… and I’d go crawling down the avenue… no, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do to make you feel my love…

The words stuck in his throat when his title rolled off her tongue. It was said with a distinct edge of cheek, a smile in her voice, a wealth of affection and he finally had to ask, “Are you seeing Tim from logistics?”

…the storms are raging on the rolling sea… and on the highway of regret… the winds of change are blowing wild and free… you ain’t seen nothing like me yet… I could make you happy, make your dreams come true… there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do… go to the ends of the Earth for you… to make you feel my love… to make you feel my love…

She chuckled softly before turning her face up to his. Laughter danced in her eyes, brimming with more emotion than he’d seen even just moments ago before she shook her head. “No. Why ever would you think I was?”

“Sassy dame,” he grumbled as the music ended a second time and returned them to silence. “How much more did you see in there?” He gave his temple a tap with the hand he removed from her waist. Her cheeky smirk softened into something akin to regret.

“Deepest desires and darkest regrets are often buried the farthest down. I try not to… see everything but… yours are kind of… intertwined.”

Her arms loosened but he caught them before they fell completely from his shoulders. Her skin was so soft and smooth beneath his fingers, he passed a feather-light caress down the toned flesh and watched her shiver. Her eyes darkened, a flush crept across her cheeks, but it was the lip she pulled between her teeth that he focused on. When she let it go, glistening and plump from worrying at it, Steve gave a wicked groan and bent towards her. “Tell me now if you don’t want this.”

“I want this,” Mac whispered, lifting up on her toes to meet him halfway.

The first press was gentle, exploratory as he learned the shape of her lips, the contour, and the feel. They were like velvet, whispering softly against his own. “Mac,” he murmured and dragged her bodily into him. The connection of thighs, hips, abdominals, and chest set him groaning.

Hands wandered as he stroked his tongue over her bottom lip and twined them together. Her hands had thoroughly messed his hair, and his had made their way down to her tight, perfect ass where he gripped it tightly. Breaking away only so he could take a ragged breath, Steve stared down into her flushed face as a dangerous smile spread upon it. “What?”

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” she answered, and he could tell it was an honest one.

“So why didn’t you?” he questioned. A flash of pain crossed her features.

“My last lover destroyed me, Steve. It’s enough to make anyone a little reluctant to dip their toe in the dating pool again. Plus, you’re you. Captain America. Those are some pretty high standards to hold a girl up against.”

He shook his head slowly. “I told you, doll. We’ve all got our demons, even me.” Brushing a loose tendril of hair back behind her ear, he murmured, “Don’t ever think you’ve got to measure yourself against me.”

“Oh, I know. I’ve seen what goes on in that head of yours. Such fantasies, Captain.” Her grin, if possible, got even wider. “Never been with a dancer?”

He tried very hard not to blush. “No.” The truth was he’d only ever been with Sharon and that had ended a long time ago. Her leg was suddenly wrapping his hip, and he looked down to see her manic smile. “Mac, what?”

“Hush,” she whispered, holding tight to his shirt.

Slowly, her leg slid up, crept up, got higher, until her calf rested on his shoulder and she was grinning like the cat who’d ate the canary at how hard he was breathing. “Wow…” He couldn’t even hope to sound smooth, not after that demonstration.

“You wouldn’t believe just how… flexible a dancer needs to be.”

“Damn, doll face,” he murmured, dragging his fingers up that long expanse of thigh. Her fingers traced trails of warmth through his t-shirt over his chest as her leg skimmed back down his arm, hooking at his elbow and that shit-eating grin from before returned to her face.

“You’d make an excellent dancer, Captain. So strong and graceful. Your partner would never have to fear for her safety.”

Laughter dance with heat in her eyes and Steve smiled. “Is that so?”

“Most certainly,” she purred softly, her fingers kneading a little firmer over his pectorals.

Smirking his own little grin, Steve bent at the knees to wrap his free arm beneath her pert buttocks and lifted her straight up. Mac gasped softly, her hands suddenly digging into his shoulders when she scrambled for purchase, her eyes shooting wide. But it wasn’t fear he saw there. It was desire and excitement, and now with one leg draped over his shoulder and the other held captive against his chest, Steve smiled and without looking away, pressed a kiss to her inner thigh up close to her center. The sound she made, half wanton groan half purr of pleasure made him growl, “I’d never drop a perfect dame like you, Mac.”

Her fingers made their way to his scalp, scratching gently and tugging at his hair until he tilted his head back to see her clearly. “Steve,” she whispered, a flush darkening her face. “Please…”

Soft voice, nearly pleading, and he kissed her thigh again when she released his hair. Nibbling on the smooth skin, he made his way towards the narrow swatch of fabric that hid her from him, taking his time to properly lick and worship the flesh near his mouth. When he got close enough that his breath ruffled the gossamer fabric of her skirt, her hands were there, tugging, jerking the elastic waistband up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but the sapphire body suit.

Gently, reverently, Steve drew his nose over the cloth against her mound, the narrow strip already musky and damp with her arousal. The leotard was tight and pressed up against her soft folds snuggly. Shifting both hands to her delectable ass, he tilted her hips closer and licked lightly at the swollen flesh. A soft mewl escaped her lips, her fingers tightened on his hair, and a rush of fluid dampened the cloth further. “Look at you. So responsive. Does this turn you on, baby?”

“Yes!” she groaned. “You’re so strong! Not even a quiver of strain. That’s so damn sexy.”

Steve couldn’t help but grin and place a gentle kiss on her core. Her whimper was soft when he pressed his tongue firmly to the rapidly spreading wetness. She tasted of musk and woman, sweet with a tang of salt. Her heat was scorching and when the fabric was fully saturated, the delicate folds and swollen bud of her arousal easy to see, Steve closed his lips over the tiny jewel and suckled gently.

Her hands clenched in his hair, her groan like music to his ears, and he squeezed and massaged her buttocks while she moaned and whined and rocked her hips into his face. Unintelligible half sentences and hastily groaned foreign words sprang from her lips in rapid succession. But it wasn’t enough.

Striding across the room, Steve kissed her core one more time, tugging that tiny bud, before lowering her gently back to her feet. Mac’s knees wobbled, and he was quick to steady her, his hands to her hips. “I want this, baby. Really, really bad, but I need to get you out of that suit. Suit off, Mac.”

A soft laugh left her lips as her hands pulled the straps over her shoulders. “Aren’t you the one telling everyone to suit up, Cap?”

It skimmed down her body, baring everything before him and Steve groaned. “For you, it will always be suit off.” She was a vision. Long flowing lines, soft skin, smaller breasts that his whole hand could cover, but her nipples were large and prominent, and he wanted to taste one badly.

Palming a breast, he watched sapphire fabric pool at her feet. “I’m going to kiss you now, and when I’m done, I’m going to drop to my knees and kiss your other lips until you scream my name.”

“Oh god…” she whimpered, her head falling back against the mirror.

A grin again flirted with his lips when Steve lowered his head and took her mouth in the way he’d always imagined. She tasted of lemons from her bottle of water, tart but still oh so delicious as he licked and then sucked her lip between his teeth. Another wanton little groan became a gasp when his thumb and forefinger plucked her berry of a nipple, and he slipped his tongue swiftly into her mouth to explore and learn all he could.

Her tongue was silky and slid against his, tangled, twined, and danced in the same way she had been but minutes ago. Her body undulated up rolled into his, and Steve groaned. Breaking from her lips, he worked his way down her throat, over her chest, suckled the dark bud, plucking and biting gently when she gasped and moaned his name. His hands drifted to her hips, down her thighs as he kissed and sucked his way over her flat abdomen. Wrapping his hands beneath her buttocks, he lifted her up and perched her on the edge of the barre she’d been using, spreading her thighs open in the process, and getting his first look at smooth bare mound and glistening lips.

Settling to his knees, Steve was careful to make sure she stayed balanced, using the time to kiss his way leisurely up the thigh he’d neglected earlier and smiled when her hands returned to his hair. They didn’t need words for when he looked up he could see the longing and the need residing in her eyes, written on her face, and leaned forward to slowly draw his tongue up her weeping core.

“Fuck!” squeaked from Mac and made him chuckle.

“Language, doll face.” He couldn’t help but tease before licking her again.

Panting, Mac tugged at his hair. “Don’t stop, Steve.”

“Whatever you say, baby.” Grinning, he settled in and began to learn all the things that pleased her. When sucking on her lips made her moan, he did it again. A thrust of his tongue into her tight passage caused her legs to quiver. Flicking the tiny jewel at the top of her opening made her cry out in clear delight. She liked her thighs to be kneaded and squeezed, his teeth pressing gently into the flesh of her mound. But most of all when he pulled her lips apart with his thumbs, baring her completely to his mercy, and set about attending to her bundle of nerves.

“Please, oh please!” she begged and tugged firmly to hold him where she wanted him.

Pressing a hand firmly against her abdomen, Steve slid a finger inside her fluttering walls and closed his lips around her swollen little bud, suckling strongly as he slowly curled his digit against her walls. A half dozen thrusts, a few solid pulls, and one good hard flick of his tongue had her keening over into bliss and crying his name.

Drawing his finger from her only once the rapid squeezing stopped, he placed it in his mouth and sucked it clean of the cream she’d gifted him. Groaning at how delicious she was, Steve slowly lowered his tongue to her lips, careful of her sensitivity to catch more of that amazing taste.

“Steve… no more,” she groaned, tugging on his hair. “I want you.”

The eyes of a well-pleasured woman looked back at him, and he rose steadily to his feet. “You sure, doll? I don’t want to rush you.” He would be fine if she wanted to wait. “We could go out, you know, on a date if you want before going any further.”

Her eyes widened before she snickered, “I’m naked, propped on the edge of my barre, and you want to talk about dates?” A heftier giggle escaped before her hands were tearing at the button on his jeans. “Suit off, Cap. You can take me to dinner later.”

Grinning, Steve stripped the t-shirt over his head, chucking it somewhere behind him, while keeping his thigh between hers, helping hold her up against the mirror. His jeans hit the floor, and he was quick to thrust his boxers down his legs, letting his hard cock spring free and bounce slightly, as eager as he was to get inside her. Her hand closing around the turgid length was enough to have his mouth falling open on a desperate groan. “Don’t suppose you have condoms in here?”

Giving him a few firm strokes, Mac murmured, “I’m clean and on something. Haven’t had sex in,” she shook her head, “Too long, so as long as you trust me, Steve, we’re good because I trust you.”

Her whiskey eyes held promises of sinful pleasure. “You sure?”

“You keep asking me that I’m going to think you don’t want this,” Mac chuckled.

“I just…” Her hand at his neck pulled his head down, and her lips gently covered his own. Slow, gentle kisses mixed with her dexterous, teasing fingers, had him gripping her hips a little tighter.

When she finally pulled back, Mac was smiling, and her hand had shifted to tenderly cup his cheek. “I know, Steve. I know this is backwards from how you’d normally go about seeing a woman, but I don’t want you to stop. I want this. I want you. Not Tim from logistics, not Bucky, or Sam, or Tony, not anyone else. You.”

He slipped his hands beneath her thighs, under to cup her buttocks and lifted her just enough to tilt her hips. “I want you too, Mac.” It was the last thing he said as her teasing fingers lined them up and he pressed slowly inside her wet heat.

The exquisite pleasure washed through him. Tight, scorching walls. Strong thighs wrapping his hips. Nails scraping down his back. Her moans in his ear as he slowly began to move, desperate to prolong the inevitable. Over her shoulder, he caught sight of his own eyes and marvelled at the wild look in them. The colour had darkened from bright sky blue to a deeper almost cobalt colour. A high flush marred his cheeks, his hair was a mess, and sweat had begun to form on his brow as he picked up the pace of his thrusting hips.

He’d never watched himself have sex before. Turning his face into her throat, sucking on the rapidly beating pulse, Steve realized, not sex. Love. He’d never made love before and felt a little guilty for taking her like an animal against the wall.

“Fuck! Steve!” she cried out, breath heaving in time with his deep, hard thrusts.

Apparently, she didn’t mind, and he let his brain turn off so the animalist side could take over and closed his teeth in her throat. “I am, baby. What do you need?” He could feel the strain in her muscles as she struggled to find her second peak.

“I…” He lifted his head, slowing just slightly in his pace when he noticed the red on her face darken.

Embarrassment. She was embarrassed by what she was going to ask, and it intrigued him all the more. “What. Do. You. Need. Mac?” he asked, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

“I want to… watch,” she whispered and set him grinning.

Growling a nearly feral sound of excitement, he pulled out, dropped her feet to the floor, and had her turned to face the mirror. “Hands on the barre, baby.” When she complied, bending slightly, causing her back to sway and her ass to lift into the air, Steve drew his hands down her spine. “Yeah, just like that.” Gripping her hips, he plunged back inside, thrusting deep in long, languid strokes of his cock. “That do it for you, Mackenzie?”

Her eyes flew to his in the mirror, her mouth open and panting, little mewls of pleasure spilling out. She was unable to do anything but nod before her eyes closed on a deliciously vigorous thrust. “No way, doll. Don’t you close those whiskey sin eyes. You wanted to watch, so watch.”

Skimming his hands around her waist, he drew them up her abdomen to pluck and tweak her nipples, pulling on the red berries when she moaned. Leaning his chest to her back, Steve shortened his thrust, giving quick hard grunts as tight walls fluttered even harder. Against her ear, he murmured, “You like that, don’t you? Spread your legs, baby. Can you see it? My cock thrusting up inside your sweet pussy?” His hand dropped to her core and began a swift circle of her tiny jewel. “You going to come for me, my ballerina? Next time I do this with you, you going to leave the shoes on?” A shudder wracked her, and she moaned heatedly, a rush of liquid fire suddenly coating his cock. “Dirty talk makes you hot, doesn’t it?”

Her eyes connected with his and she nodded again, face flushed and glistening with exertion. Gently he pulled his hand from her core and when she whimpered, her tightening sheath and fluttering walls a wonderful kind of torture, Steve murmured, “Come for me, Mac,” against her ear and lightly slapped her clit. Her eyes went wide, unseeing, when she screamed her release to the ceiling. And when her body started to clench and milk his, he was helpless but to follow, groaning out her name, three hard thrust saw him emptying himself out inside this beautiful woman.

Wrapping an arm at her waist, Steven held them both on their feet by sheer force of will as his legs shook nearly as bad as hers. “Okay… okay… wow…” he groaned softly, feeling the slight aftershocks shake her body and tighten around his still semi-hard cock.

“You can say that again,” Mac murmured, her smile pleased but her voice exhausted.

A slightly proud grin shot over Steve’s face as he drew slowly away. “Why don’t we continue this somewhere soft and horizontal?”

“Why, Captain!” Mac gasped in mock outrage, “Are you suggesting I sleep with you?”

Chuckling, Steve pulled up his pants. “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?” Looking for his shirt, he spotted it on the floor and went to retrieve it. Appearing comfortable in her nudity, Mac followed and stole his shirt from him to tug over her head. It was long enough to cover her ass and most of her thighs and gave Steve a secret little thrill.

“Are you just figuring that out now, Cap? I thought you were smarter than that.” Mac snickered, turning to quickly set the room to rights, and gathered up her things before following him out the door.

“Guess I’ll have to learn how to be more observant. Maybe I can practice with you?” Steve asked coyly.

“Practice… how?” she asked warily.

Leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips, Steve whispered, “By observing and cataloging every single spot on your body that makes you make that soft kitten sound. It’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever heard.” She made a sound close to that one and made him chuckle. “Or… you could just let me draw you in the nude, baby. I’m sure I’d get lost of practice observing you that way.”

A quiet exhale had him grinning when she murmured, “Whatever you say, Cap.”

Chuckling softly, he scooped her into his arms. “Then let’s get these lessons started, my secret ballerina.” They were both grinning like fools as they headed for his room, but neither noticed the smirk on the man who’s innocent comment had started it all.

Unable to sleep, Clint was brooding in the rafters as Cap wandered through with a scandalously attired Mac, headed for the team’s private quarters. Grinning to himself, the archer nodded slowly. ‘About damn time.’

-The End -

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Between the Lips

Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo [달의 연인-보보경심 려] fanfiction

Wang So/Hae Soo

Modern/War AU

Rated M

Inspired by “Eyes On Me” by Faye Wong

Soundtrack: IU’s 입술 사이 / Between the Lips (50cm)

You can barely hear the clicking of her heels against the floor amongst the chatter of the night. She takes her place behind the microphone stand, her skin shivering with the anticipation of the spotlight. She closes her eyes as the band settles around her, and only opens them once the flash lightens up her eyelids, once the sound fills her ears and her pores, once it’s her cue to start. Her glossy lips part in song and she cannot see, the stage lights are too much; she performs with practiced grace in a brightness that is darkness.

She sings, her notes permeating the cloud of suffocating cigarette smoke, her eyes desperate for solace, darting in ways, through the faces of the audience. She swings her hips in accordance, in sync, both her hands holding the microphone, cradling it, clasped almost in prayer but not, holding it in dear adoration and singing words she had written herself. Her voice follows the crescendo, the swirl of her dress, and every corner of the bar is filled with her, with her presence, with her color and glimmer. The audience claps and cheers and whistles and she smiles her scripted smile.

The entrance song is meant to enthrall, to captivate, to make them rise. Her hand moves up and down the microphone stand, her hips descending, teasing, her dress pooling at her feet, before she stands tall again, looking down at them from her stage, from her pedestal. At that moment she’s Venus, she’s more, she’s Freya, she’s the gap that shows her leg, she’s the beauty mark on her cheek and dominating, narrowed eyes. Her short wig, black velvet and shiny silk, touches her shoulders like the hands of the men that watch her, and in the pause between lyrics she leans her head back in silent contemplation, in glorious temptation, and she feels the strands tickle the skin of her neck and the wolves who want to ravish her. It’s only the first role in her ritual to the moon. The music fades away and she closes her eyes again, her body already walking away, having memorized the routine, the steps, the night. She takes off her wig backstage, and when she emerges with a new melody, she’s a different woman, she’s dark-brown hair that falls down her back, she’s a high-collared, knee-long dress that doesn’t shimmer, she’s the somberness of the after-party, she’s the call to arms of the morning. She sings no more of the smell of cinnamon in dark alleys, luring beast-like men to their profound desires; she sings of longing, of memory, of arms that embrace, that envelop, and her eyes are no longer blinded, no longer lost.

They finally lock eyes for the first time that night. During her opening act, he would sneak glances that she could barely catch, his ears would glow red, yes, she had noticed, even against the overwhelming, yellow glare. But when the veil of temptation was thrown away, her hands and her being making her way through it, parting it like a curtain with the ferocity of her feelings, she could look straight at him. In the room full of soldiers and tension, she saw him, the drink swirling in his glass to the vibrations she gave off, his mouth moving, echoing her as she sang, whispered secrets across space, lips that kissed from a distance. She doesn’t pretend the mic is her lover anymore, her lover is on her tongue, her lover is under her skin, her lover is at the tip of her fingers as she moves her hand forward, reaching for someone that isn’t there. He watches, he sings along. Tomorrow, he wouldn’t be there. On that night, he’s hers, and she sings of him. She sings of someone who is like her, she sings of a far-off place, an unknown future. She mourns the present. Her eyes are downcast and round and sincere. The men no longer whistle, they just listen, they sway. She’s a woman of the war, just like them.

She never takes her eyes off him. She sings of him and she sings for him and she’s afraid that the lights in her eyes are blinding him, too.

He’s awkward laughs that go unnoticed by his peers, by his comrades. He’s embarrassment and loneliness and slow, blinking eyes in her direction. She had watched him from her stage, from the backstage, from the bar. She watches him from every corner of the establishment every time he comes by, every time she has the chance, ever since she noticed him for the first time. From where she stands, she always feels at the center of a storm that could sweep her away if she’s not careful, she’s surrounded by tongues that touch lips, hands that move against thighs in poorly feigned restraint. If she’s caught, nothing would be left of her, no consciousness, no strength, no dignity. She’s a fine porcelain doll dancing in the middle of a maelstrom, a siren luring men to the dark waters of desire, never to be caught. She’s prey and she’s predator. She always walks away by the end of the night.

His eyes are kind.

She writes her lyrics in a dusted room in the attic, she polishes her shoes herself. She learned to sing in key as the owner of the bar sat by the piano, a strict woman who would cut her off and yell, “Again!” Again and again and again until she got it right. Every establishment, every inn, every meal is owned, prepared, and taken care of by a woman. Soon, all that would be left would be women and children, the old and the disabled. They would form a family until the world regained its sanity and the men were welcomed back into their homes and the roles that men set for themselves. Until then, there were women. Working and organizing and leading. Singing courage into the soldiers’ hearts. She writes lyrics in the attic, speaks of the parents she had lost in the war, speaks of the calm in a kind man’s arms, no breath caught in her throat after a nightmare.

He’s the drizzle that falls against the roof, the night wind brushing against her hot cheeks dusted with rouge when she opens her window. She had noticed him one day, by complete accident, her gaze moving from man to man as she sang, stopping on him with the word “love” on her lips. Her eyes lingered on his and her mouth moved to the lyrics, her lips pouting in pronunciation, and he accompanied her. He didn’t seem to undress her mentally, she could spot the process from miles away, but still she felt bare, naked, undone under his gaze, under the melody rocking between them. He leaned back with poise, the uniform perfectly matching the black of his hair, the silver glimmer in his eyes. She chose him as her muse, as the object of her art, of her lyrical affections, and every night since then, she searches for him in the crowd, and she sings for him. She wants to know his name before winter comes. She dreams of his breath against her ear and she longs to know his voice as well as she knows his mannerisms, the downcast look when his comrades ignore him, the resigned lopsided smile when he’s ignored. He always comes with the same men but she feels she’s his true companion, his confidante, all the way from the center of the room to his corner of the world. All the months of his training, all the bruises on his face, all the weight on his shoulders — she was his witness, his friend, his protector, singing odes in his name. In her mind, she calls him Warrior and Beloved. Some nights, he’s just Black — covering her like a blanket, eyes shining like stars. She writes for him, weaves him the novel of her heart.

When she sends him the note, she’s nervous like a little girl on her first night. She isn’t, not a little girl. She had made choices, she had lived. She’s still young, no wrinkles on the corners of her eyes or mouth, but still there are scars on the outside, on the inside. Who didn’t have scars, who didn’t have a story to tell? She wrote for him on a napkin and she called him to her attic, to her tower. It’s pristine clean that night, the only night it had ever been so neat, so welcoming. Waiting. Waiting.

Tomorrow, it will be war. Tomorrow, he will be gone. What tomorrow would there be? What future, what purpose?

His knocking is hesitating, nervous. She takes a deep breath and steels herself. Her heels — her evening heels, her persona’s heels — sound like knocking on the wooden floor, mirroring him, as he always does her. She resonates confidence to him, her back is poised straight, her smile is a rose, open and fragrant and colorful. His eyes take in everything, every detail, every object she owns, her notebooks, her mementos of the past. She guides him to a small table at the center of the room and offers him a drink, which he takes. He’s visibly shaking. She’s shaking on the inside, under the surface.

“What’s your name?” She asks, she’s a master actress, he doesn’t even know she’s been dying to know it for months, for years, for centuries.

“W... Wang So,” he says, he swallows, he smiles. She swirls her glass like he’s known to do, like she knows he does, and she sips her drink ever so slightly, to ease the fire of longing inside of her, lest she bursts.

“Are you scared, Wang So?”

It’s not what he expects, she can see the surprise in the way he looks everywhere but at her.

“I am,” she admits, her arms wrapping around her middle, shielding her, keeping her upright. “I don’t know if we’re going to make it.”

“How many have you lost?”

He’s leaning forward, he’s leaning towards her. She unravels herself, uncrosses her arms and legs, her hands lying between them with the palms up. She’s surrender, she’s survival. She’s young, no wrinkles in her, her hair still long and bountiful and capturing the light of the candles.

“Everyone,” she says, and he’s the only one who can hear, for the first time in a long time, she has someone to listen to her, her voice doesn’t have to bounce off the walls, she doesn’t need to go hoarse to be heard. She thinks he might take her hand, he might sweep her off her feet, but his fingers lie centimeters away from her, they twitch, they take hold of themselves. She looks up and he has the sad smile and the silver eyes and a tint of something else, maybe the flicker of the candle, maybe the reflection of her longing, she can’t pinpoint. He’s a shadow behind the thin walls that trap her, he’s a glimmer at the edge of abyss. She calls it hope.

“It’ll be okay,” he says, and she believes him.

“Will you...”

She’s foolish and needy, she touches his hand with both of hers. He’s warm and she’s so cold.

“Will you stay with me tonight?”

“Ms. Go.”

He’s flushed and she’s shaking her head.

“It’s not my profession, Wang So. I’m a singer and an entertainer, I’m an actress, make believe, but I’m a woman.”

She bends down and takes off her shoes before she walks to his side, before she stands in front of him and takes his face in her hands. If he stands, he’ll be several centimeters taller than her, but he sits there, blinks up at her, reveres her, his hands holding her wrists, ready to push her back or pull her into him.

“Will you call me Hae Soo and stay with me? Will you convince me it’ll be okay?”

She’s placing so much on his shoulders, she can’t help it, she thinks he can take it, she feels he can hold her up for so long, for as long as she wants to. She draws his face close, cradles him, she whispers against his ear, “Won’t you accept me? Haven’t you heard me all this time?”

It’s dead silent that night, when he hoists her up by the waist and her legs wrap around him, when he kisses her. The soldiers lie awake in their beds in fear, the citizens lie awake in anxiety, and Wang So takes her to her bed and kisses her sweetly, steals the words off her tongue, holds her so close they might melt into each other, they might become one and break the laws of physics, the laws of the universe, escape their wretched present, fade away like a song. They don’t. He touches every inch of her skin and lets her burn, she falls into the waters that she owned, she’s a drowning mermaid, head thrown back and hair pooling against the pillow, his mouth on her, his fingers tracing her hips. She flips them over and he lets her, she stands taller than him on her knees, kissing down on him, biting him and marking him, a Valkyrie choosing his soul, urging him forward, she’s falling into him, he’s taken hold of her back like she’s a musical instrument and they move together. It’s better than she had imagined, his voice is deeper, he’s firmer, meeting her on her ends, whispering her name against her ear, a promise, his promise. They barely make a sound, they respect the night, every cry of pleasure swallowed by the other, the hours passing too fast in a blur, she can’t see him with the sweat and tears in her eyes and he wipes them away, he’s always so close she can remember him with her touch, tracing every beautifully crafted line of his complexion with her fingertips.

Hae Soo, known as Go Ha Jin to every other person, writes a new song that night. She writes it on his skin, in half-bliss and half-awake, before he catches her hand to adorn a kiss upon her knuckles.

“Will you remember me?” He asks and it should be impossible that he looks at his more vulnerable then, after she had accommodated him in her, in body and in heart, in memory and in flesh, her lips red and swollen by his making.

“I’ll wait for you,” she promises. It’s a lie she wants to believe.

“You shouldn’t....”

She scoots closer and her nose touches his chest, his fingers untangling the knots at the ends of her hair. She had dreamed of comfort, of arms keeping her close, but it’s her arms that circle him, her leg that sneaks between his, her voice that whispers,

“I’ll be here for you.”

He’s not there when she wakes up and she could almost believe she dreamed it all if she didn’t still feel him on her, more vivid and messy than any dream. They all leave on that day and she lies to herself that it had all been okay, that it would all be okay in the end, so that she doesn’t have to admit her weaknesses and flaws and desires and broken promises.

Hae Soo works and she lives, day after day. Her pen is still for many months, unable to do justice to the poetry he carved on her. She dreams of kindness and his smiles, and he has a name now, Wang So, calling out her name, Soo, against her mouth, singing her songs to her until she falls asleep and wakes up to an empty bed. As time passes, he grows to be more than just a fantasy in her, he lives in her as the man whose spirit she peeked at from the darkness of the bar, he lives as a fragile fragment of her own past, the insecure girl who had to find a way to live after everyone abandoned her. Her voice grows sadder, madam Oh tells her. She thinks she might have matured in the time she spent missing him, wanting to get to know him, wanting to live more than just one night with someone who looks at her like she’s important, like she’s one of a kind, like she matters in this messed up world.

She takes care of children and she takes care of the sick and she cooks and cleans and lives. Until the day she would step upon the stage again, and she would sing with sincerity, from the bottom of the ocean. She would sing so she could breathe. She would breathe again.

They win. They win and she wears her silk, her jewelry, her lipstick, her hair up with a beautiful flower adornment, the stockings making her legs shimmer. She sings to victory, to tomorrow and to hope, and she sings to him.

She catches him, as she always did. A glimpse of black out the corner of her eyes and they face each other from across the room. Her lips move to the lyrics she composed for him, oh darling, her chest arching in song, in his direction, as it did that night, to his touch. He watches her, only one eye visible, the other hidden behind black cloth, but his smile is there, he can’t sing along, he doesn’t know this song yet, but he knows the words between the lines, the way she sways, her hands dancing in the air, beckoning him, calling for his name.

After Go Ha Jin is done and Hae Soo is in her room, she hears a knock. She lets him in. They’re both young but they had lived more than anyone should live, there’s loss in them, it draws them closer, it draws them close, to each other’s arms. She touches his cheek and the eye hidden from view.

“I survived,” he says, and she hears I almost died. “Hae Soo,” he says, and she wishes she had told him, a long time ago, just how much she liked him for the heart that he gave her every time he looked at her, touched her, smiled at her. Seeing through her disguises, through her masks, through the show she put up, all the way to the woman underneath, who so desperately wanted to be loved. She’s not worth it. She would have to be, because she wants him to know, she wants him to feel it, too.

“Tell me about you, Wang So,” she says, wrapping her arms around his neck, inviting him for a dance. “Tell me all about you.”

The night is long and they talk until it dies, until morning comes. There would be one more night, and a morning after that.

And a morning after that.

And a morning...

From the top, Hae Soo.

#Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo #Scarlet Heart Ryeo #Moon Lovers #fanfiction #Hae Soo #Wang So #Wang So/Hae Soo #So/Soo #Alternate Universe: War

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Harry Potter Crossover fic recs

*Multichapter ~my notes

Sherlock

Whispers in Corners

Everything started with a stumble - his new life in a new world as well as his surprisingly successful career as a medium.

Business

The Dursleys didn't raise Harry Potter to be a very good boy.

Mildest of fusions with Sherlock Holmes

Patience Rewards Itself WIP

Sebastian Moran's job was simple this time; 'fix' Vernon Dursley. He was prepped to do it. He had no problem doing it. That is, until he sees an unidentified boy with no record of existence at the residence thrown out of the home. Thus, Harry Potter gains an (admittedly unconventional) family, Jim gets a protégé and Seb just hopes that Harry won't wind up quite as...off as his Dad.

Symphony WIP

Despite all the magic in the world, Harry had never encountered magic like that of a genius mind. A whole family of them was bit overwhelming really.

Naruto

Loyalty

Magic, wonderful, strange and unpredictable magic took note of him and instead of doing the logical thing, acknowledging what he is, carving out a place between all the other wondrous creatures in this world – magic lifted him up instead.And left him somewhere else.

~ I had this story under a different classification. Whoops! Many thanks to mori-esque for letting me know!

Growing Strong

A young Jasmine Potter escapes a terrible home situation by teleporting herself to the Elemental Nations. Against all odds, she will turn her life around, gain family and friends, and finally… Grow Strong. Warning: Abuse in first chapter, mentions of abuse in following ones.

And it’s sequel, Chasing Shadows WIP

~ I adore this series.

Gringotts Partnership Mature

Hermione never imagined the doors opened to her when she accepted a job as a Gringotts ward-creator. When she receives an opportunity to study she cannot pass up on it and is introduced to a young jounin Minato Namikaze. This changes everything.

Harry Potter and the Secrets of Konoha WIP

Instead of sending Harry back to Privet Drive to sit on his thumbs after Voldemort's rebirth, Dumbledore sends him, Ron, and Hermione to a village called Konohagakure to learn how to defend themselves.

Harry & Co are 14 (end of fourth year). Naruto & Co are 12-13 (beginning of canon). Pairings (if any) are undecided, but will not be central.

Beautiful Star (Or: Why Studying Equals Ramen) WIP

After an unfortunate incident with a compromised Portkey and some revenge-obsessed Death Munchers, a barely eighteen years old GWL must learn quickly to navigate the Elemental Countries, as well as to raise her baby godson, the only one who tagged along on her next great adventure. Heavily injured, starving herself to feed the little six-month-old and deathly afraid of the very real threat of death, Harry is ready to give up when an unexpected hand helped her out. Jiraiya - who only a few years prior suffered the loss of his most prized student - can't help himself when he finds the tiny girl trying to survive without a real understanding of the world around her. For her child. Somehow the Hokage thinks she's a perfect care-taker for her new neighbor, a five-year-old boy hated by nearly the whole village. Now what the hell did she get herself into this time?

Of Authors, Books and Fuinjutsu WIP Mature

After the war a bitter and disillusioned Hermione decides to move to the pocket dimension called Elemental countries. Watch how certain Konoha shinobi change the course of her life.

Deer tracks WIP Mature

Harriet Potter has to flee from England better yet, she has to vanish from this World. An acquaintance has a solution for the problem but is she really ready for what this entails? Fem Harry Potter

Doctor Who

Not Not-Human

Cold-case disappearances, gruesome murders, and unexplainable disasters, and a spate of terrorist attacks rocked the UK only to end with an explosion in a tiny village. The Doctor and Rose Tyler followed the trail of the invisible war for years, but never thought their search would lead to a baby with a lightning bolt scar.

The Littlest Time Lord

The Doctor answers a distress call and finds that he is not as alone in the universe as he suspected he was.

Just a Wrong Turn

All libraries are one, which is how one late night in the Hogwarts library, Harry Potter finds himself lost in the library on board the TARDIS...

The Rising Storm *

Harry Potter opens a fob watch, and his life and destiny is changed forever.

The Originals

Die Hoffnung stirbt zuletzt WIP Mature

After Voldemort returned in book 4, Prof. McGonagall decides to ask an old friend for help. 15 years have passed since Dahlia died, so when a owl reaches New Orleans, Elijah gladly comes to the rescue. And while Hermione tries to figure out the secrets of their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Voldemort is looking for an ally to make the fight even again.

Avatar The Last Airbender

Harry Potter and the Avatar's Return

After finding a torn comic in the trash when told to clean Dudley’s room, four year old Harry Potter puts it together with some odd things that have happened around him, and concludes that he’s the Avatar.

- Not a crossover so much as a fic in which Harry Potter is convinced that Avatar: The Last Airbender is a historical documentary.

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit

The Dragon of Moria

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter helped with the rebuilding and then went back to school, sitting his NEWTS and graduating with the rest of what The Daily Prophet called ‘The Disrupted Class.’ Following that, everyone expected him to become an auror. Harry himself expected it, right up until the moment came to apply to the academy.

He takes up a hobby instead, and it leads him to a whole new world.

This Dream's On Me * WIP

Fili has heard the whispers, between his uncle and his men. There's going to be a quest, a quest to reclaim Erebor and he wants in. The warrior witch he meets in his dreams doesn't seem to think it's a good idea for him to go though. At least, not alone. Eventual FilixFemHarry

The Avengers

Spellist

The new reality had no wizards or magical nations – but it had a whole boatload of powerful and occasionally inept sorcerers. Who were usually semi-public and sometimes very popular in social media. How it worked, Harry had no idea.

~ Harry/Coulson

Valiant *

When Loki's Staff spat out a girl with a lightning bolt scar, HYDRA were not expecting things to go downhill so fast.

They certainly weren't expecting their new unknown to run off with the Winter Soldier.

Real Enough

Harry Potter, JARVIS and whole lot of artificial existentialism.

where there are no keepsakes

She stalks into his office and throws the letter onto his desk. “Returned unopened, Headmaster,” she says.

There isn’t even an address, just the name Harry Potter. “Oh, dear,” Albus murmurs. Then, with barely a glance at her, “Thank you, Minerva. I’ll handle it from here.”

[AU where Harry Potter did not grow up with the Dursleys -- he was raised by Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes]

Son Of The Champion WIP

Fury needs Coulson to do one quick side trip while passing through England, just a check in on a person of interest to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Daredevil

Wizarding 101: Murderous Megalomaniacs and Their Lasting Effects on Children WIP

Before Voldemort set foot inside Godric Hollow, Vernon Dursley died in a car crash. The shock of it sent Petunia into a catatonic state and, thus, into an institution--but once upon a time, Lily and Petunia Evans' mother was a Nelson, and so when Albus Dumbledore lays Harry Potter at the doorstep of Number Four, Privet Drive, it isn't Petunia Dursley that finds him.

It's Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson.

Ten years later, Harry Jonathan Nelson, of Hell's Kitchen, New York, finds himself a part of a world neither he nor his guardians suspected he was ever a part of, having instead thought of himself as a metahuman with vaguely nebulous powers being trained by the Scarlet Witch, and along with discovery comes danger. It'd be a lot more terrifying, though, if his hometown didn't regularly have supervillains holding up banks and traffic, and if superheroes didn't swing past their apartment every day. And, of course, if one of his parents wasn't Daredevil.

(or: Matt and Foggy raise Harry Potter, with assistance from Karen and Kirsten and some others. things go from there.)

Full Metal Alchemist

The Path of Flame *

Roy Mustang is pretty sure Dumbledore is crazy. Who in their right mind would ask him to raise a newly-orphaned baby?

(Harry Potter's first year at Hogwarts, with changes courtesy of his being raised by the Flame Alchemist. I apologize for nothing.)

~ This whole series is golden. ❤

The Adams Family

Harveste Addams * WIP

Harveste began like this - another inconspicuous day in a slew of boring days, starting off with a perfunctory visit to the market, messing about with what could possibly be a very silly idea, and ending in a sense of accomplishment and the first installment. The day after that, buoyed into hitherto unfamiliar levels of ecstasy by readers’ comments (seriously, thank you so much to my first readers), the second installment. And then it just snowballed from there: the researching, the planning, watching and searching out all the little macabre details in a feverish giddy rush.

~ This is such a delightful concept. From the first time I read it many years ago, to every re-read I fall in love with this story over and over again.

Star Trek

Reaching for the Stars *

Hermione Granger is an Unspeakable on a solo mission tracking down escaped Death Eaters. Unfortunately she has to travel across dimensions in pursuit of her targets. After Gotham she ends up on a one way trip to the future and the stars.

Twilight

Aurora Explicit

Alice Lily Potter survived the war, but not unchanged. Pursued by those who regard her new prophetic ability as a valuable resource, and aren’t willing to take ‘no’ for an answer, Alice makes a difficult choice which sends her tumbling into the unknown. There, she finds a whole new world to explore… and love just waiting to be found.

X-Men

Harry Potter and the March of the Sentinels WIP

Harry has never been what you'd call normal, and he generally expects the unexpected to happen all the time when he's concerned. But what's a guy to think when, barely an hour after he saves his cousin from Dementors, the two of them are attacked by Sentinels? Luckily, the X-Men arrive in time to pull them to safety. But what will the Order of the Phoenix say?

Bleach

Lost Boys

After the Triwizard fiasco, Harry leaves Britain behind for a new life. Uryuu befriends Ichigo at a much younger age. Sirius escapes. Points converge and lost boys find a family. Isshin fails. So does Ryuuken. Kisuke finds a friend. Ukitake covers and cleans up. Fate changes.

Multi

Tumbling HP Crossovers WIP Mature

Crossover snippets done to prompts from Tumblr. Harry Potter centric. Slash, crack, au, etc.

Stargate

D.S.S. Requirement *

The Dumbledore's Army use the Room of the Requirement to get themselves a spaceship.

(Knowledge about Stargate is not necessary to read this story)

Yu-Gi-Oh

King's Jackal WIP

Wrecking all of Dumbledore's plans, the Power Dark Lord Knows Not walks up to Harry in the summer before his fifth year, and asks for directions.

To my Masterpost of Harry Potter Recs <3

I also have rec lists for Naruto and Doctor who.

#Harry Potter #fic recs #crossovers #none of these wonderful stories belong to me

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He That Fights With Monsters - 1/5 (monster!Kylo/Hux historical AU)

3100 words / Mature (for violence and gore, this chapter). This is basically a Kylux AU of the movie ‘Ravenous’.

W E N D I G O: a powerful creature from native american folklore. a man who consumes the flesh of another and is transformed into a monster with a fierce, insatiable hunger

1842 Fort Spencer, California

The so-called fort is a ramshackle affair, barely deserving of the title. Little more than a cluster of rough-hewn wood and mud buildings- leaning, crumbling- huddled against each other inside a tall fence like children hiding behind their mother’s skirt. Fort Spencer cowered, at if frightened of the distant peaks of the Sierra Nevada Mountains which loomed on the horizon.

The place seemed thrown together thoughtlessly, additions tacked on without skill and as need arose. Piles of discarded lumber propped up the dirty thatch to make haphazard work shelters. Posts leaned like drunks. A few scrawny chickens wandered the yard freely, pecking at twigs on the frozen ground.

It was a neglected place. Unkempt and uncared-for.

The military brat in him, the part that- even now- folded his sheets neatly and polished all the buttons on his uniform every morning, had taken it all in with a faint sense of rising horror. There was no order. Pots and tools and washing lines hung from whatever was available. There was no sense of purpose to anything. It was hardly fit to be called an outpost of the U.S. Military.

It was the sort of place where you shoved the things you wanted to forget about.

That was, of course, why he had been sent there.

“You’re no hero, Hux.”

General Tarkin had taken him aside after Hux had disgraced himself at his own promotion ceremony, his first act as Captain being to sneak out and hide behind the building, shaking and vomiting like an addict when the sight of a too-rare steak at his own celebratory dinner had unexpectedly brought back the memory of his commanding officer’s half shot-off head.

The words rang like a condemnation. All of his flaws so neatly rolled into one. You’re no hero. When he was a boy, he used to sit at his father’s knee and beg for stories from the elder Hux’s time as a commander during Madison’s War of 1812. Sitting by the fire listening to the soft lilt of his father’s voice over a cup of tea or a game of chess were some of his fondest memories, and by the time he was ten he could recite the story of each battle as well as if he’d been there himself. There had never been a time when he hadn’t pictured himself earning his own glory on the battlefield someday. All of the men in his family had been soldiers.

Naturally, Hux had been top of his class at West Point. A promising young officer. A rising star. He developed a reputation for his intelligence, his skill with battleground tactics – moving lines of men in his mind, like chess pieces – and his tenacity. Sharp-edged ambition ensured that these traits were noticed by the right people, and he was quickly promoted to first lieutenant without ever having seen battle.

Hux had loved everything about military life, from the brutish camaraderie of his men to the bright gold braiding on his uniform.

The day he got word that he was being deployed against Santa Anna with the rest of his platoon, he had never been happier. He hoped, only, that the fighting wouldn’t be over too soon. Not before he could distinguish himself. He excelled at everything- it had never occurred to him that battle would be any different.

That younger Hux seems like a character from a book to him now. Someone he has only read about, and even then, didn’t much like.

The first time a ball had whizzed past his head close enough to ruffle his hair, Hux had frozen. Simply frozen, his knees locking up, limbs turning gelatinous with fear, as cannonshot exploded around him. The sound was deafening. A rolling boom like thunder inside his very bones. His ears rang and he tried to cover them with numb hands, but his limbs were liquid, useless- why had father never told him how loud it was-

Everything was screaming, exploding. The crack of gunshot and men dying all around him. Dirt and mud and blood- and someone is yanking on his arm, shouting at him to get his rifle- "Stop!"

He can’t tell which are his men and which are Santa Anna’s. Everything is moving too fast. He just needed to get his bearings, if everything would only stop-

“Move, lieutenant- Hux, come on!“

A cannonball bursts close enough that Hux’s teeth rattle, and he feels a little bit of shameful wetness seeping into the front of his wool trousers. Then he is on the ground on his knees. Scrabbling around in the muck. How did he get here-

There's a butcher's sound. The hand yanking on his arm goes slack, limp fingers clutching briefly on the woolen sleeve of his coat before the arm slithers heavily to the ground- severed. The man- his man- it had so recently been attached to is still alive. Staring up at Hux with wide, frightened eyes. His shoulder is nothing but meat, shattered by canon-shot, and the blood- there was so much, too much, how- turns the dirt under his hands and knees to warm mud-

Blue. They were blue eyes, and they remained open, staring at Hux, even after the man died.

“You’re no hero, Hux. I want you as far from my company as possible.” In private, General Tarkin’s voice was wry with scorn. The same voice which, mere hours before, had commended him in front of his father and all of his peers for ‘heroism above and beyond the call of duty’.

“I’m sending you to California- Fort Spencer.”

“Yes, sir.” Hux stood at attention, his sweat-slick hand gripping his new papers tightly. He feels that he may be sick again.

It was officially a reward. With his promotion, Hux will be second-in-command at Fort Spencer, the last military outpost west of the mountains. The papers clutched in his hand, which he had read and re-read dutifully, explain that it is a minor waypoint for travelers on their way to California, which sees little-to-no traffic in the winter, when the mountains become impassable.

“My first choice was a firing squad, you know. But seeing as how you did manage to capture the enemy post, I thought it might set a bad precedent.”

A compromise. A post where he can do no harm, and General Tarkin’s old friend Commander Hux need never know that his son is an abject coward.

“Thank you, sir.”

It is not the praise and commendation he had dreamed of as a boy, but he has proven that he isn’t fit for anything better.

“Do you have a hobby, Hux?” There was a knife’s edge of satisfaction in the twist of the General’s mouth.

“I… Swimming, sir.” He swam sometimes in the summer, for exercise. It was close enough to a hobby. His career has always consumed the majority of his life.

“Swimming,” General Tarkin echoed, amused. “I suggest you pack a book. It gets tedious out there.”

Hux had dutifully packed three books in his case. Aristotle, his father’s dog-eared copy of ‘The Federalist’, and a James Fenimore-Cooper novel he had grabbed last-minute at the final trading post before they crossed the Nevadas.

He rations them. Doling himself out words in careful measure, the way a starving man might his last meal.

Fort Spencer thrives on tedium, Hux discovers quickly. Once the cold sets in there is little to do.

Fewer than a dozen men occupy the fort during the winter- there for seemingly no other purpose than to allow the U.S. government to state that the place is occupied year-round. His command, Hux learns quickly, consists of other men like himself- disgraces. Drunks and cowards and madmen. Human detritus that the army has swept under the rug. His commanding officer is a greying, temperamental Major named Krennic. The name is vaguely familiar from some bit of fuss involving a saboteur when Hux was a cadet.

“The Spanish built this place as a mission. We inherited it,” Krennic had informed Hux when he first arrived, tipping a few fingers of cheap bourbon into a pair of antique crystal glasses that seemed, to Hux, far too fine for the use to which they were being put. He sat gingerly in the chair across from Krennic’s sturdy desk. “Along with Phasma. She’s local. Or raised by them, anyway. I can’t imagine you got a word out of her,” he added, referring to the tall, stoic woman who had guided Hux from San Miguel to the fort.

“It’s just us until the thaw clears in April. The only enemy out here is the boredom,” he flashed a thin smile at his own joke. “Mitaka does all the cooking. Rodinon used to be a veterinarian, so he plays doctor.” Krennic drained his glass in one swallow and cleared his throat, seemingly bored already with the task of briefing his newest officer. “I would suggest you don’t get sick. I’d say don’t eat, but then most of us have to.”

“Yes, sir,” Hux said, for lack of anything better to say.

Krennic slouched indolently in his chair, one hand toying listlessly with the gold braiding at his collar, which Hux could see was frayed in several places.

“With your promotion, you’re second in command. Lucky you.”

It didn’t sound like a compliment, and so Hux did not take it as one.

Krennic poured himself a second glass of bourbon and drank it more slowly. “Can I ask what you did to earn the honor of a Fort Spencer commission?”

Hux considered lying. He sipped at his bourbon, felt the cheap sting of it in his throat. “I captured an enemy fort single-handedly, after the rest of my unit was killed,” he said finally. It was the truth. Rather than being impressed, Krennic half-smiled, like Hux had reminded him of something fond. Or perhaps told a joke without realizing it. “Ambitious. Well don’t worry, this place will soon break you of that.”

After that first day, Hux rarely sees Krennic unless the man has some onerous task to assign him, or else he has run out of bourbon. Hux cannot complain overmuch. Assuming control over the daily running of the fort provides him with some sense of purpose, however flimsy. He wastes no time in assuming the brunt of command at Fort Spencer, merely because no one else seems to want it.

While whipping a sense of order into the motley assortment of men there does not make him popular, it at least occupies his time.

There is a running joke at Fort Spencer. It’s, “Did you do anything today?”

He rises at dawn, polishes his boots in the pale light and pushes aside the floating chunks of ice in his wash basin to shave. Drags the rest of the men under his command, protesting, cursing, and half-dressed, out of their beds, and endures muttered comments and hateful glares from all save a stammery little lieutenant named Mitaka, who seems to fairly worship the ground Hux walks on.

It is far from how he imagined his first command.

It would be easy- too easy- to allow the seeping entropy that permeates this place to take hold of him. So Hux deploys his men to whatever petty, tedious little tasks he can find that need doing. Fortifying the main gate, gathering firewood, re-stringing the washing lines- anything he can find to give some sort of shape and purpose to the endless parade of identical days.

Save Mitaka, the men seem to think he’s a senseless little tit for trying to fight the inevitable.

They have all been here longer than he has. Sometimes, when he lies awake in the depths of the pitch-dark night, unable to sleep without dreaming, he wonders if they’re right.

Nights like that he drags himself out of his chilly, narrow bed. With a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, he pads to the window and draws up the oilcloth covering so that he can look out at the distant mountains. Moonlight reflects off their snow-covered peaks, leaving them nearly luminescent. They sit crouched on the horizon, and nights like this he cannot but feel that the mountains living things and that they are watching him back.

Cold frosts his breath. Hux draws the blanket tighter around his shoulders.

“How did you take the fort?” The man had asked at his debriefing. Hux had hated him and his smooth, calm, nonjudgmental voice. He wanted to be judged.

“When the fighting started, I panicked. I froze.”

“You froze?”

“I was...” Scared. “I laid down on the ground. I played dead.” He remembers the dirt in his mouth, warm, tinged with his comrade’s blood. Closing his eyes, like a child who thinks that doing so will somehow make him invisible.

“You played dead while the rest of your unit fought and died.”

“Yes.”

“But you made it behind enemy lines.”

The words had stuck in his throat. “I was buried.”

A mass grave. His commanding officer’s half shot-off head inches from his face. The crushing weight of dead men piled on top of him. Blood and other filth covering him. The taste of lukewarm blood in his mouth, choking him, running down his throat-

“I climbed out once it got dark.” Pushing aside the dead weight of men twice his size like they weighed nothing. Covered in muck and gore as he climbed from an open grave, the first guard who had seen Hux had simply dropped his rifle in fear and bolted.

“And how did you take the post?”

How to describe that rush of power? The sudden influx of energy, like being possessed, and yet more in control of himself than he had ever been before. Predatory. Fierce.

It had been the adrenaline, surely.

Time passes in a listless trickle of days. Hux oversees the fort, dodging Mitaka’s earnest attempts to get underfoot, and the baleful curses of the rest of his men, who, never the cream of the crop in the first place, had grown lazy and indolent under Krennic’s lax hand. “No side trips. Go straight to San Miguel and back,” Hux refuses to relinquish his hold on the supply list until their errand boy, a particularly addle-brained young private named Cleeves, meets his stare. The man shifts and slouches on the back of his horse- one of their two broken down old nags, the other currently being ridden by Phasma- rolling his eyes like a teenager being lectured by his father and trying halfheartedly to twist the paper out of Hux’s hand. “I know what I’m supposed to be doing, goddamn-” he complains, in a thick southern accent. “Get exactly what’s on the list, nothing more, nothing less, you hear me? No dawdling. No drinking. No women,” Hux adds firmly, releasing the paper. He tempers the urge to smack the man off his horse, knowing it would only make him more enemies. “Aww, come on-“ “I’ll watch him,” Phasma says in her low, calm voice. She is swaddled up in grey furs, looking infinitely more comfortable in the frigid winter air than he is in his woolen greatcoat. Rumor around the fort was that they came from a wolf which she had killed bare-handed. Looking at her, it was not a difficult story to believe. “Thank you, Phasma.” Hux lifts the crossbeam off of the main gate and pulls open the doors just enough for their horses to pass through. Ironic, the woman had proven herself to be the only one of them worth a damn. Hux would have gladly traded his entire command for another of Phasma. The next week without her will be torment, but Hux doesn’t trust Cleeves to find his own prick with both hands, let alone make it two days overland with all their shopping intact, and this will be the last supply run they have time for before the winter snow well and truly cuts them off. On top of that, he had asked Phasma to pick him up another book. Hux reads by light of a single candle in the frozen evening hours, always with a blanket pulled up over his shoulders to ward off the chill that seeps into every corner no matter how much straw he stuffs into the cracks in his walls. He has finished the Aristotle and the Fenimore-Cooper and is dawdling over a re-read of The Federalist, hoping to make it last until Phasma returns with reinforcements, when the cold finally chases him out of his solitary room and into the warmer mess building, where the men stay up late in the evenings conversing, smoking, and warming themselves besides the big fireplace. If there is an epicenter of culture at Fort Spencer, it is the mess hut. He’s made a habit of absenting himself, aware of his own unpopularity, but even he isn’t stubborn enough to lose his toes just to avoid a bit of social awkwardness. Hux bundles himself up in his greatcoat, book under his arm, and crosses the frozen ground at a quick clip. His leather boots are unlined- made for the much warmer climate of New Mexico. There should be a new pair coming back with Phasma and Cleeves.

It has started to snow again, and flecks of it land in his copper hair and on the shoulders of his coat like stars. When he opens the mess door, the wind picks up, forcing a burst of flurries inside with him before he forces it shut.

To Hux’s surprise, his arrival barely stirs a grumble out of the half-dozen men lounging around the fireplace. There are a couple of amused mutters, Private Reich drawls, “Well look who decided to join us,” and that is the end of it.

Major Krennic is the only one who isn’t in the mess, but Hux isn’t surprised. Hux had seen the low light burning in his window as he crossed the square. Considering the hour, he was probably drunk.

Mitaka, who seems to be losing badly at chess with Rodinon, lights up when he notices Hux and he offers a breathless, “Evening, Captain-“ Rodinon takes advantage of his distraction to nudge Mitaka’s rook a few squares to the side.

Hux nods to them, but says nothing, holding his book in his hands like a shield against unwelcome questions. He finds a chair close enough to the fire that he can warm his frozen toes and sinks into it. The book is held open in his lap, but he only gazes at the page, unseeing. He only has a few dozen pages left of The Federalist, and it needs to last him the remainder of the week... In the quiet dark up here in the mountains, reading is the only defense he has to keep the memories at bay.

It’s a balancing act- reading a few sentences at a time, considering them as he watches the snowstorm pick up through the mess hut’s single low window, and returning to his pages before his mind can wander all the way back to New Mexico, and the pit of his comrades bodies that is waiting for him every night when he closes his eyes.

In between pages, he watches the men around him, surreptitiously, idly wondering what sins they committed to earn a sentence in this purgatory.

Rodinon was a cheat and a liar. The absent Cleeves was a fool. Mitaka had dropped his entire life story at Hux’s feet at the first prompting- he had been General Tarkin’s aide de camp until he spilled tea all over the man’s desk. The others Hux doesn’t know, but can guess.

How many of them had tried to escape the world, only to turn back around and try to escape this bleak, awful place?

Outside the window, the snow had begun to fall in thick drifts, and so Hux gazes aimlessly out into the night for long moments before he realizes, with a sudden jolt of fear, that something is gazing back.

#kylux #kylux au #monster!kylo #historical au #armitage hux #monster kylo #wendigos #tw:gore #tw: blood #look i wrote a monster kylo #my fanfiction

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Fandom Fic Rec Days - My Personal Favorites Fic Rec List!

In honor of #ficrecdays (happening Feb. 10th, 11th, and 12th), and my stupidly long ao3 bookmarks page which is a pain to go through, I want to make this list of the best of the the best of my favorite fics - the ones that make me gasp or laugh or cry and just generally ache at their beauty each time I read them. I hope you’ll read and enjoy them too! I encourage you to try something even outside a fandom you know well because all of these works are great fiction in their own right.

This list includes a total of 24 fics or series from nine fandoms: James Bond (3 works), The Martian (1 work), Marvel which is mostly Captain America (5 works/series), Soccer RPF which is all FC Barcelona RPF (4 works/series), Star Trek (2 works), Star Wars (1 work), Supernatural (2 works/series), True Blood (1 work), and The West Wing (5 works).

Some of these fics are already wildly popular, but in order to promote less popular fic a bit more, within a fandom works are sorted from least to most ao3 kudos. Read on and discover my absolute favorite fanfics!

James Bond

Search and Seizure by @kryptaria00q and @stephrc79 (16670 words, James Bond/Q/Alec Trevelyan) - After two assassination attempts on MI6 executives, the British Secret Service now requires self-defence training for all high level employees. Bond and Alec have taken it upon themselves to help keep their lover safe, no matter how much Q might hate them for it. Too bad they never seem to be able to stay on track. (a.k.a. frisking porn with plot)

basically trust porn along with being real porn. everyone’s POV gets shown off and it’s just so much fun watching these boys interact when they so obviously care for each other!

Treasons, Traitors, and Treachery by kryptaria and @zooeyscigar (63245 words, James Bond/Q) - All James Bond wanted was a quiet holiday on his luxury motoryacht on the Costa del Sol. Time to recuperate and think about his future with MI6. But his plans get hijacked when a traitor to the crown returns, bringing news of an even greater threat to MI6. And the traitor isn’t working alone. Thankfully, neither is James.

every single character in here is written flawlessly, and the OC is one of the BEST OCs to ever OC. There’s sass and hilarity, believably written government intrigue, and a very realistic level of depth in all the characters.

so you were never a saint. by @paperclipbitch (12319 words, gen) - “I think Bond’s trying to be your friend,” Eve tells him. “…well,” Q says slowly, “this is a new and disturbing development.”

the asexual!Q epic that defined a lot of my Q headcanons. also a lot of my MONEYPENNY IS AMAZING headcanons! it’s sort of an ensemble fic and sort of a character study and it just makes me like MI6 so much.

The Martian

You Know You Have a Permanent Piece of My Medium-Sized American Heart by tricatular [on tumblr but I’m not able to tag them, sorry!] (9151 words, gen) - “Hey Hermes!” The ambient suspicion level in the Rec ratcheted up significantly. Kapoor was disturbingly cheerful. “We’ve sent you some mission updates in the data dump, but Mitch and I wanted to personally let you know—” Mitch visibly rolled his eyes in the background. “—That thanks to some…strong suggestions from the White House, and on Annie and Director Sanders’ recommendation, we’ve started releasing Watney’s Mars logs to the public.”

deftly mixes standard narration, transcripts of recordings, and social media posts to show what Mark’s journal back to Earth would have been like both for him and for everyone who cared about his story (ie. the whole planet).

Marvel / Captain America

Walking Far From Home by TaleWorthTelling (6222 words, various Sam-centric pairings) - Sam’s relationship with birds starts early and inexplicably.

basically, Sam Wilson’s whole life. as the author’s note says, “Sam is the only person with his shit together, but he got there the hard way.” and then we’re treated to 6000 words of what that path was like, including stellar input from Sam’s OC family and the familiar MCU favorites. and Sam can talk to birds!

The Murder Ballads by BetteNoire (160839 words, 3 works, Steve/Bucky) - Something wicked is coming for Steve Rogers. Luckily for him, something even more wicked stands in its way: the unrepentant, unbroken Bucky Barnes. A murder-mystery/action thriller with violence, magic, and several big MCU guest stars.

like most CA fans I’ve read a stupid amount of post-winter soldier fic, so the first praise for this series is that it has a completely original take on that subject. and that take - the plot complexity, the multi-layered characterizations, the sequel - made me fall in love with Bucky all over again and permanently changed the way I think of him.

your blue-eyed boys by Feather (123233 words, 4 works, Steve/Bucky with sides of Pepper/Tony, Bruce/Betty, and Clint/Natasha) - Steve has no plan. Not because he hadn’t tried to make one. He’d tried to make lots of plans. Plan, adapt, plan again, tried to think of every contingency. And then he’d thrown them away, because there wasn’t much point. What could you plan for? He couldn’t guess the possible contingencies, the situations, the potentials. And he sure as sure hadn’t figured on what’s happened now, on coming back to his place and finding Bucky here. He hadn’t even hoped for that. He hadn’t realized he could. [post-Winter Soldier recovery fic]

if you’d like a slightly more typically-plotted approach to your post-WS fic than “The Murder Ballads” you absolutely can’t go wrong with “your blue-eyed boys”. it’s the most realistic version of Bucky’s recovery that I can imagine - heartbreaking and sickening and real. and the love between Steve and him and the team as a whole is obvious. DON’T MISS the associated verse, which is 450000 words (and growing) of shortfic in the same timeline, and which incidentally has the best OCs in the entire fandom.

Hollow Your Bones Like a Bird’s by @scifigrl47 (95514 words, Clint/Phil) - In the wake of the Chitauri invasion, Clint Barton wakes up in a world that he very nearly had a hand in destroying. And confronting a loss he might not be able to cope with. The Avengers always needed something to avenge, but once the crisis is past, what keeps them together?

I have yet to see a better representation of grief in fanfic, and that’s only maybe half of Clint’s problems in this fic. maybe you’ve noticed I like realism when fic deals with hard topics, and this shies away from nothing - and Clint will treat you to excellent analyses of his friends, as well as many bird facts, along the way!

Ain’t No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) by spitandvinegar [on tumblr but I’m not able to tag them, sorry!] (107076 words, Steve/Bucky) - It’s six in the morning, and Steve is heading out on a run when he nearly trips over a bouquet of sunflowers on the front steps of his brownstone. For a second paranoia takes over, and he kicks the flowers a little, waiting for them to explode. They don’t. They also came with a card, which he picks up. The front of the card has a tasteful picture of the Brooklyn bridge at sunset. It’s very nice and sedate, like the kind of card you would buy to give to your boss. On the inside someone has written a short message in big, shaky block letters. I AM SORRY FOR SHOOTING YOU. Steve sits down hard on the steps.

ok yet more wonderfully detailed post-ws Bucky trying to recover fic, except in this one Bucky is homeless and a drug addict and ADOPTS THE BEST OCS with the BEST POVS EVER, oh my GOD. also Steve is smart and kind, Sam is long-suffering (and smart and kind), and the whole thing is hilarious.

Soccer / FC Barcelona RPF

only the children (know what they’re looking for) by therestisdetail (7253 words, gen) - I drew a picture of him, later, but I shall not show it to you for it is a sad demonstration of what will happen if you stop drawing when you are six, and certainly much less charming than its model. He wore a shirt that was too large and had soft dark eyes hiding beneath dark, indecisive hair; it did not seem to know if it was short or long, or what shape it wanted to be. He was very pale, very slight, had no shoes, and held a battered football beneath one arm with an air of pride. (Le Petit Prince redone feat. FC Barcelona)

a young Andrés Iniesta meets an even younger Leo Messi, and they quite simply tear my heart in two. no knowledge of The Little Prince required, but the fic is just as understatedly beautiful as the original.

Like a Hand Grenade by @meretricula (20430 words, 2 works, Cesc/Messi) - Cesc Fabregas is born a girl. She still loves football.

full disclosure, I do not care about Cesc Fabregas. I didn’t care about Cesc Fabregas even before his career got, frankly, weird and dispiriting. but BY GOD these works make me care about genderbent!Cesc and everything she could have been. the sequel is particularly nice for some cameos from other well-loved players!

Go Gentle by @ferritin4 (20977 words, eventually Xaviesta) - Things change, but only some things. In which Barça is indeed més que un club, no one stays on top forever, and it all comes back to Andrés in the end.

hands down my favorite football rpf. uses the A/B/O trope and the idea of pack dynamics to tell the story of the last decade of Barcelona football, which makes a hell of a lot of sense, and although Andrés is quietly the star, the different POVs let a lot of people shine.

It’s Going to Take a Lot to Drag Me Away from You by meretricula (31296 words, 10 works, Xaviesta, Fabregas/Messi/Pique, and Messilla) - Everybody knows Barcelona’s midfielders are psychic anyway. (Soulbonding AU)

try to tell me that a soulbonding AU isn’t the most logical thing in the world for Xavi and Iniesta, just try to tell me that! there’s also a good look at how the politics of this system could get messy quick, which, let’s be real, just makes sense for barça-centric fic.

Star Trek

How Many Roads? or, 27 Times Jim Kirk hit on Nyota Uhura by Deastar (8806 words, Uhura/Spock) - After the bar fight, Nyota thinks to herself that if this is what being hit on by Jim Kirk leads to, she’s very glad she’s never going to have to see him again.

Uhura and Kirk’s relationship goes from the dumpster fire it was in Iowa to the professional respect we get throughout the movies, but we never really see how it happens. this fic shows all of that and much more, and oh my god, I just like these characters so much.

Counteractive Measures by rikke_leonhart (9159 words, loosely Kirk/Spock) - The thing is – giving Jim Kirk a dare will never ever work. “Enlist,” she repeats to herself as Pike’s back disappears out the door. She snorts. It’s one of those things that just keep getting funnier.

Jim Kirk’s whole life - if Jim Kirk were a girl, and slightly less cliche about her motivations and psychology. and if Spock and especially McCoy were just as awesome as ever, because of course they are!

Star Wars

The Last Poem of Jedha by @schweinsty (15486 words, gen) - How Bodhi Rook temporarily misplaced the two most important things in the galaxy, and how he found them again (with a little help).

literally every fic on this list is amazing, I promise, but this one is my favorite out of them all. if you’ve ever cared about star wars for five seconds, please read this. the world-building, the characterizations, the plot structure, the family and team relationships: all stellar!

Supernatural

In His Image by @whitmerule (153067 words, Gabriel/Sam and Castiel/Dean) - Kali can breathe life back into a corpse, but what exactly is Gabriel now? Gabriel flits around various centuries trying to work that out, Dean has another powered-down angel and a little brother to look out for, Castiel has forgotten how to trust, and someone keeps sending Sam annoying little notes on his laptop. Oh, and Bobby would like to remind you all that there’s an Apocalypse still going on. Covers season 5 from Gabriel’s death to the finale.

half season 5 AU, half historical fiction, it feels like one story thread should distract from the other but instead it all works together to make the definitive Gabriel-centric story!

Sammyverse by shangrilada (249230 words, 42 works, gen) - It’s an AU, but not a deep one, until season 4 or thereabouts, where it starts to get kind of weird. Basically, Sam has really hideous asthma, and the boys are both pretty excellent at dealing with it and each other. They’re [not] all from Dean’s POV, and even though I’m branching now into later stuff, I’m going to keep doing pre-Stanford–Season 2 for a long time because that makes me happy. Honestly it’s a lot of H/C porn of the boys just being friendly and affectionate towards each other, because that’s how I like them. It is, to put it simply, gen. To put it more honestly, it’s as fucked up as I see it in canon and not a bit more or less. You can read into it as much or as little as you like.

it’s just like the show, except Sam is chronically ill and also the boys like each other. based on the show you might think the boys already like each other, but my friends, this ‘verse will show you just how much was missing. Dean’s internal monologues are things of beauty, and I love how much Jess is featured in the Stanford-era fics. (note: this master list includes most but not all of the fic in the verse, so if you’d like the rest be sure to check the author’s page or ask me for links!)

True Blood

We Who Are Alive And Remain by @branwyn-says (10448 words, Sookie/Eric) - Terrified by changes she witnesses in herself, Sookie hides from the world and everyone in it. When Eric finds out her secret, she will either find that he is worthy of her trust-or she’ll be dead.

the non-linear timeline makes this fic shine, and from the very beginning the plot is intriguing. before the plot is resolved we get to see a lot about who Sookie is who Eric is to her, and the dynamics between Sookie and nearly everyone in her life.

The West Wing

We Don’t Notice Time Pass by pene (1304 words, gen) - “I’d no idea you’d even met her.” It’s friendship and it’s women.

focusing on female friendship within The West Wing is annoyingly difficult, but this story focuses on what relationships among women can be. Mrs. Landingham acts as a bit of a mentor to Ainsley, and Ainsley’s relationship with her childhood best friend is achingly and heartwarmingly true to life.

Define Your Terms by candle_beck (4443 words, Josh/Sam) - It’s very complicated inside Josh’s head.

Josh is manic and about five conversations ahead of Sam. it works out because these two idiots care about each other very, very strongly. I love Josh’s mental voice in this one!

Vidui by Marguerite (7358 words, gen) - In the fall of 2001, Toby went to shul. In past years he had carried sins enough to confess, sins both petty and great, transgressions against God’s ordinances and those of men.

a beautiful meditation on Toby’s relationship with the people he works with/calls his family, through an explicitly Jewish lense. Toby is the person, and the Jew, that I wish I could be <3</p>

The Thinner the Skin by Jane St Clair (2149 words, Josh/Sam) - Of couches and expensive suits, with some mention of madness.

if you’re going to write a Josh/Sam post-Noel fic, this is unquestionably the way to do it! nothing is shied away from but there’s all the best kind of comfort that h/c can offer, and nice backstory details that make the characters seem realer.

highways and byways and roads in between by @greatestheights (10456 words, Josh/Donna) - “Maps are for losers. Maps are for people with no sense of adventure, like you, and…I don’t know. Toby, probably.” Josh, Donna, the open road, five states, and some of the things they said while they were driving.

Josh and Donna and, just, everything that they are (that is, a well-meaning idiot and better than you, respectively), with a healthy dose of Donna/career. everyone is characterized spotlessly, the dialogue is episode-caliber, and there’s fun local geography/culture!

#ficrecdays #fanfic #fic rec #tricatular #spitandvinegar #tagging authors who i can't @ in the post why does tumblr always do this #if you know any of the other authors are on tumblr tag them for me or let me know please?#james bond #the martian #marvel #fcb #star trek #star wars #r1 #supernatural #true blood #the west wing #*whispering* read these fics read these fics read these fics they're my entire heart in fiction form

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