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ptergwen · 3 years

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hi hi! i was wondering if you could a blurb of the reader walking into the room with tom doing the variety interview and sitting in the corner watching him with heart eyes, listening to him, saying hi to daniel and once the cameras are cut, the reader tells him how proud they are of him, sitting on his lap and being all cuddly and soft!

STOP i wish :,( lemme remind y’all how good he looked

you faintly make out a chuckle from him. a smile pulls at your lips. if only you knew what was going on. he wouldn’t mind a surprise visit too much, would he? you’ll stay off camera and be super quiet. he’d probably like that, actually. your presence always seems to ease his body and mind.

daniel is responding to something tom asked when he hears the floorboards creek. you step into the room with your finger to your lips, silently saying i’m not here. tom sticks his tongue in his cheek to suppress a smile and tunes back in to daniel’s answer. he’s noticeably perked up now that you’re watching. he does thrive in front of an audience.

they go on to talk more about how tom prepared for cherry, which you love hearing every second of even though you saw him do it in real time. he oozes passion whenever he speaks about the movie and the character. he’ll glance over at you every now and then, seeing your eyes twinkle as you watch him in his element. it never fails to make him giggle.

the two of them recount their marvel experiences next. they end with tom’s infamous story about how he found out he’s spider-man. only, this one has the added detail that he broke his laptop in the process. that part gets you to snicker, tom grinning your way as you do.

“it’s mad that, like, two... two lads from london, like, are doing all this shit in hollywood,” tom shakes his head at realization, daniel nodding along. the fact that he still sees himself as just a regular guy who sometimes makes movies, it really warms your heart. he’s so humble about it all. “i... it’s crazy,” tom adds on. “it’s mental,” daniel agrees.

they’re out of questions now, so it turns into a regular video call between two friends. “thanks for doing this with me, man,” tom says after gulping down a sip of water. you give him a small round of applause from your spot on the chair. yet another quiet chuckle escapes him. “yeah, bro. this was fun,” daniel furrows his eyebrows into the camera.

“is someone there with you?” he laughs out and peers into your living room. tom doesn’t try to hide his grins now that they aren’t recording. “my girlfriend, yeah. she came in to watch us halfway through.” you don’t even have to see tom to know he’s beaming at the “my girlfriend” part. you hear it in his voice.

“y/n, right?” daniel checks. you’re pretty psyched he remembers your name. “mhm,” tom hums in response. “i’ll say hi to her,” daniel smirks at him. turning to you, tom motions for you to come over with his index finger. you happily get up from the chair and sit down next to him on the couch.

“hi! i loved the movie. tom showed me,” you compliment daniel’s work and curl into the arm tom outstretches. he smiles at the two of you getting comfortable. “thank you, thank you. appreciate it,” he gives you a nod. “i figure you’ve got a few things to talk about, so i’ll let you off.” tom breathes a laugh out of his nose and reaches for his laptop.

“alright, mate. this was a real treat. thanks again,” he tells daniel, who makes a finger gun at him. “i’ll see you, man. bye, y/n.” you wave at him with a laugh of your own. “bye!” tom ends the call and sits back on the couch, pulling you into his lap not even three seconds later. your hands grab at his shoulders to steady yourself.

you move one up to his cheek once you’re good. tom sighs in content and sets his hands low on your waist. he feels warm, either from the beer he had earlier or you watching him do the interview. tracing your thumb along his cheekbone, you gaze into his tired eyes.

“i loved that so much. you’re so smart,” you murmur, tom looking up at you with a scoff. “i’m just media trained.” “nooo, the way you talk about cherry. that all comes from in here.” you use your free hand to poke at the left side of his chest. his heart. he squeezes your waist with a smirk. “think so, darling? mm. you’re an angel.”

“so are you,” you insist and remove your hand from his cheek to give it a kiss. “do i have wings, then?” tom plays along, fingers drumming on you. your arm slings around his neck. “and a halo.” “can’t argue with that.” his voice drops lower before a yawn slips out of him. you can’t help but giggle at the face he makes.

“you know what i can do, though? take a nap,” he says towards the end of his yawn. “let’s do it, lover. right here,” you pat the cushion next to you two. you’re going to take his sleepy smile as a yes. crawling off his lap, you lay down on the last cushion. tom follows suit, only his head rests between your neck and chest. he burries face into your shirt and leaves a kiss there.

your arms find their place around his middle, then you’re both settled in. tom is starting to doze off, but he asks you something first. “you really liked the interview? i didn’t sound too pretentious, or like a dick?” his question has you frowning. he’s very particular about not appearing as the typical bigheaded actor. “no, not at all. you were both amazing, tom.”

the reassurance is all he needs to let himself rest, falling asleep wrapped up in you. he really is an angel.

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland writing #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland smut #tom holland au #tom holland x y/n

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btsqualityy · 4 years

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Scripted: Part 18

Namjoon x Reader; Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, President!Namjoon, Head of Security!Jimin

Warnings: (Reluctant) open relationship, mentions of cheating, unprotected sex, oral sex

One Month Later

“You’re gonna overexert yourself, you absolute idiot,” you chastised, making Namjoon chuckle as he turned around and slowly walked back over to his desk. Over the past month that had passed since the shooting, Namjoon had had another surgery on his chest to try and repair some of the damage that he sustained, and it turned out to be pretty successful. It lengthened his recovery time considerably, but you were just happy that he was conscious and alert again.

Within the past few days, Namjoon had decided that he finally felt well enough to go back down to the West Wing of the Blue House and start working again, but not without you going along with him most of the time to keep an watchful eye on him and his condition.

“I keep you telling you, I’m fine baby,” he assured you, plopping back down in his large desk chair and you couldn’t ignore the slightly labored breathing that filled the room.

“You know what the therapist said, no pet names,” you reminded him as you leaned against his desk, making him groan dramatically.

“I should’ve never told you that she said that to me,” he grumbled, making you smile lightly. Namjoon had been going to therapy on his own in order to work on his issues and show you that he was serious about fighting for you. You were happy that he was doing something to better himself, but you still weren’t sure about you two really getting back together.

“I still think you should join me for a session one of these days,” he mentioned conversationally and you lightly rolled your eyes because it wasn’t the first time that he had brought that up to you.

“Maybe,” you shrugged noncommittally. Namjoon sighed deeply before turning his chair around so that he was facing you.

“You know, if you don’t want to work on this, you can tell me,” he softly reminded you. “But I would like to know.”

“I don’t know,” you told him. “And I’ve told you that before. I don’t know if I’m willing to just forget about everything that’s happened because you had some sudden moment of clarity.”

“And I understand that,” he replied but you cut him off.

“But do you really?” You demanded to know and he frowned a little.

“Only on a surface level,” he admitted. “That’s why I think it would be good for us if we went to therapy together. We both have communication issues so having someone else there could help the conversation be more productive, for the both of us.”

“I’ll think about it,” you relented, making a small smile appear on his face again.

“That’s all I’m asking for,” he nodded, reaching out and grabbing onto one of your hands, squeezing it firmly. “I love you.”

“I know you do, and I do love you too Joon,” you replied.

“I know,” he echoed, letting go of your hand as one of his coughing fits started up. That had been one of the side effects of the injuries that Namjoon had sustained from the shooting: his breathing was more restricted than before, and he still wasn’t used to having to pace himself in between words in order to make sure that he was breathing correctly.

“Do you have your inhaler here?” You asked him and he shook his head as he lifted his elbow to his mouth as he continued to cough harshly. “I’ll go get the one from our room, I’ll be right back.” You straightened up and walked out of his office, shutting the door behind you. You weren’t able to make it too far before you ran right into Taehyung, Momo, and Jimin.

“Hey,” you greeted them, your eyes fluttering over to Jimin just in time to see him smile warmly at you.

“Hey yourself,” Momo smirked knowingly. “How’s he doing in there?”

“Oh, he’s fine,” you shrugged, glancing over your shoulder at Namjoon’s office door. “He’s insistent on getting back to work so there’s really nothing I can say to him right now. The real question though, is what the hell are you doing here mister?” You demanded as you looked at Taehyung, who smiled sheepishly as he adjusted the sling on his arm.

“I just came to show Momo where I keep things before I officially start my leave of absence,” he told you. Taehyung had only gotten out of the hospital a little more than a week ago, his severe injuries taking longer to heal and even now, he was still in pretty bad shape. After a lot of discussion with both his family and Namjoon, Taehyung had decided to take an extended leave of absence until he had fully healed and Momo was going to be taking his place as Chief of Staff.

“Yep, Namjoon is going to be able to officially order me around starting tomorrow,” Momo groaned, making you laugh. “And Jimin joined us since Taehyung coordinates Namjoon’s schedule with him.”

“We just want to make the transition as seamless as possible, even if it is temporary,” Jimin added.

“Yeah, so hurry the hell up and get better so that you can come back,” Momo demanded as she looked at Taehyung, but you knew that she meant it lovingly.

“We’re definitely gonna miss you around here,” you nodded in agreement, stepping forward and giving Taehyung a one armed hug.

“I’ll only be gone two months, maybe three,” he reassured you.

“Well, come on Tae, I’ll walk you out,” Momo said and Taehyung nodded.

“See you guys,” he called, waving his hand at you and Jimin before following Momo off down the hall. Once you couldn’t see them, you turned back to Jimin, who was already looking at you.

“Hey stranger,” he greeted softly, holding his hand out towards you and you instantly grabbed onto his hand, allowing him to pull you down the hallway into his office. Once the two of you were inside, he shut the door behind you before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling your body flush to his. You reached up and set your hand on his cheek, moaning softly once he kissed you passionately. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, firm kisses against each other’s lips and wandering hands.

“I’ve missed you,” you admitted quietly, and he pulled away from your mouth and set his forehead against yours as he looked at you.

“I’ve missed you too,” he smiled softly. “Although, we wouldn’t be missing each other so much if you would just come and see me.”

“I know, but things are just complicated right now,” you replied. Jimin knew about Namjoon wanting to win you back, because you had decided to be honest with him and tell him. He knew that you still loved Namjoon and you telling him about it only confirmed it, but you also didn’t want him to think that you weren’t serious when you’d said that you loved him. Despite this, the two of you hadn’t been able to spend much time together since Namjoon had gotten discharged from the hospital.

“I know, and I understand,” he promised, setting his hand underneath your chin. “I just want to be able to see you more.”

“Are you free tonight?” You asked and he nodded his head. “Then I’ll come over to your place, and stay the night,”

“You sure?” He checked. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring or forcing you.”

“You’re not,” you assured him with a smile. “I’ve missed you and wanna show you how much.”

“God, I’d love that,” he huffed, making you laugh before you leaned forward to press another lingering kiss to his lips. “8pm sound good? We can order in and watch movies.”

“That’ll work,” you nodded. “I’m looking forward to it Jimin.”

“Me too,” he smiled. “I love you baby bird.”

“I love you too,” you grinned, giving him one last kiss and a quick hug before he unwrapped his arms from around you and watched as you stepped out of his office.

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“God, you look so fucking gorgeous riding my cock like this,” Jimin grunted, reaching down and squeezing the flesh of your ass as you moved up and down on him on the couch that was in his living room. You had originally only come over to watch movies and spend time with him but being as though you and Jimin hadn’t been intimate since the day of the shooting, it was only a matter of time before you two got your hands on each other.

“Please Jimin,” you pleaded, setting both of your hands on the sides of his neck and placing your forehead against his. The eye contact between the two of you served to only intensify the feeling of his cock dragging along your inner walls, and you felt your thighs quiver as you neared your high.

“I love you,” he whispered into the space between your lips and you smiled, because you were able to also feel his words in addition to him saying them aloud.

“I love you too,” you replied back, leaning forward a little and gently pressing your lips to his. “I do.”

“I know,” he assured you, planting his feet firmly on the floor and thrusting up into you. You gasped, the belt that had been tightening around your lower abdomen threatening to snap at any moment.

“Gonna come,” you warned him, and he nodded as he continued to fuck into you.

“Go ahead baby,” he encouraged you. A few more thrusts and you were coming on his length, a long and drawn out moan escaping your throat as he fucked you into over sensitivity. “You always look so sexy when you come for me.”

“Mm, wait, stop,” you mumbled and Jimin did so, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow. “Want you to come in my mouth.”

“Holy shit baby bird,” he huffed, watching in awe as you lifted yourself up and off of his cock and stood up from the couch, bending your knees until they touched the floor and making yourself comfortable in between his legs. You reached out and grabbed ahold of his cock with both hands, wasting no time in taking him into your mouth and swallowing as much as you were able to.

“God dammit,” Jimin hissed, his hands reaching out at his sides and fisting the material of the couch. You continued to bob your head on him, reveling in the way that his thighs tensed up on the sides of you as he neared his high once again.

“I’m about to come Y/N-ah,” he grit out and you only responded by sucking on hi harder. A few seconds later, you felt his cum flood into your mouth, the salty flavor making you cringe a little. Once you had (literally) sucked him dry, you popped his cock out of your mouth and smiled up at him.

“Good?” You wondered and he scoffed in disbelief.

“Fucking amazing,” he chuckled, which made you grin. “Come here.” He held his hand out for you and when you placed your hand in his, he pulled you up so that you were standing again and then pulled you back onto the couch, your body falling in between his legs as he pressed you up against his chest.

“I’ve missed you, you know,” he murmured quietly.

“I know, and I’ve missed you,” you told him. “The shooting just literally turned everything on it’s head, and it’s like I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“I’m gonna ask you a question, and I want you to be honest with me, ok?” He said and you nodded in agreement. “Do you want to be with Namjoon?”

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly after a few seconds of silence. “On one hand, the effort that he’s putting in now is what I’ve been begging him for and I also feel bad about everything that happened. On the other hand though, I love you and I deserve to be happy after everything that I’ve been through with Namjoon.”

“You really do,” Jimin agreed with a nod. “Look, you can make a decision on your own, because you’re an adult. All I ask is that you be honest with me about what you’re thinking, bad or otherwise. Ok?”

“Ok, I promise,” you swore.

“You doing ok though?” Jimin asked. “Besides that?”

“Yeah. Why do you ask?”

“You’ve seemed a little distracted, and not only tonight,” he noted, reaching up and setting his hand on your cheek.

“I’m fine,” you nodded, not exactly wanting to tell him that Namjoon had asked if you wanted to get dinner together and you had to lie to him about already having plans with Momo so that you wouldn’t have to tell him that you were going to see and spend the night with Jimin. Despite all that, you couldn’t help but to be touched at how Jimin was still concerned about you even though you were basically dangling both him and Namjoon right now.

“I just want you to be happy,” he shrugged.

“And I you,” you whispered, leaning forward and kissing him firmly. “Regardless.”

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years

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you’re so creepy | part ii | myg ver

Every campus has one. You know - the resident campus creepy girl. This campus has seven. All from in the boys’ POV.

summary: Yoongi helped his creepy girl get through her piano midterm, hooray! But uh... he’s not great at Chemistry. Fortunately for him, someone he knows is the Chemistry TA.

warnings: non-idol!BTS - university!BTS; 18+ for language, (a tiny bit of) suggestive language; Yoongi’s POV

part i

“It’s the dehydration method. That means you’re trying to remove water. Hydrogen from here, hydroxide from here…”

“… Ah.”

Silence.

“I think I’m going to fail my Chemistry midterm.”

She placed her hand on her forehead. A single silver ring was on her thumb. He noticed her nails were painted black with red blood drips.

“I gotta say, piano prodigy, I did not think you were going to be this shit at Chemistry.”

There were in an empty lecture hall. The professor had said earlier in the week that if anyone needed help, they could attend office hours at this time. Yoongi, after reviewing his Chemistry grade, showed up. He was quite surprised when he saw her sitting there waiting. Something about the other TA being busy – “As in, he’s hungover from last night.” “… Last night was Tuesday.” “It be like that sometimes.” – and he learned she was the TA for the morning lecture.

Min Yoongi sort of wished he had registered for the morning lecture now.

She moved her coffee and took his notes, placing them next to her. The cup had a label on it with the flavor and the details of the order – cream only, no sugar. Yoongi furrowed his brow at it. He sensed her rummaging through her bag and diverted his attention from the cup. Six black studs on each ear gleamed in the overhead light. As usual, silver hoop, black bat as the lobe earrings. She took the colored pens from her pencil case and began to draw a diagram, arrows in various colors. Lower lip trapped between her teeth, clicking her tongue. Black lipstick, winged eyeliner. Messy ponytail, with her long bangs hanging on each side of her face. Today she was wearing a horror movie sweatshirt that looked like it had been in a horror movie itself and tight black jeans with neon green skeleton hands going up one leg.

Yoongi wondered where people found these clothes. Even in all black, her aesthetic stood out.

“Does this help?” she said suddenly, turning the page back around. She explained the steps in detail, indicating what each molecule was doing with specific colors. Yoongi’s brow furrowed at the chemical equation. It seemed to be clearer now.

“You have been drawing too many arrows in your steps and confusing yourself,” she continued, pointing to his notes. “I know it’s annoying, but you should write out each small step so you can understand it better later. It will make your math more accurate too.”

“… Why can’t science be an elective?”

“Because without science you can’t understand the world, and if you can’t understand the world, you go drinking on a Tuesday night.”

Yoongi rubbed his temples and took the notes. He turned to his practice sheet and began scrawling, trying to keep his arrows neat. She sipped her coffee, waiting patiently. It wasn’t really his nature, but it did help speed things up since he wasn’t questioning every little thing. When he was done, he gave her the page and she nodded, giving him a thumbs up.

“I mean, your writing is awful, but I could grade this, so it’s fine.”

He frowned. “The professor’s writing is worse.”

She laughed, raspy and thin. “Well, I grade the tests, so the one you have to appease is me.”

They sat there in silence for a short second. Yoongi cleared his throat.

“How was your piano midterm?”

She blinked at him. “He posts the grades outside his door. You can look if you want.” She smirked at him, rolling her eyes. “You’re number one, as usual. Did you want congratulations?”

“Actually, I wanted to tell you good job for ranking at number seven.”

She paused, her teasing expression falling. “… Oh. Uh… number seven isn’t that impressive.” Her cheeks flushed pink and she looked away, taking a long sip from her coffee.

“I’m proud of you.”

She coughed, hitting her chest lightly. “Er… thanks, dad.”

The side of his lips curved upwards. She noticed and froze, giving him a weird look. Her coffee cup had a black imprint on it. Yoongi remembered going to the bathroom that day, surprised at the traces of black lipstick. It hadn’t been that long of a kiss… or maybe it had?

“I thought you would act weirder around me,” she remarked calmly, placing her paper cup back on the table.

Yoongi blinked slowly. “Why?”

She shrugged. “I dunno, I randomly kissed you. Normal people would be kinda weird about it.”

Yoongi frowned. There was a bitterness to her voice, the kind that reminded him of the last dregs of coffee grounds that somehow made it to the bottom. His stomach had a funny feeling all of a sudden. It had been a weird experience, sure, but not unpleasant. Yoongi shrugged.

“Why’d you do it?”

“I always thought you were hot.”

Her eyes shifted to him. A slow smile grew on her face. Yoongi just stared at her with wide eyes, completely dumbstruck. He thought he was straightforward. She shrugged, grabbing her pencil case and tucking her colored pens into it.

“I mean, I get it. I’m kinda cooky. Not your type.”

Yoongi sputtered. “N-no, it’s just…” Embarrassment flooded his entire system. He felt like he was short circuiting. “N-no one has ever told me that I’m attractive. Like, uh… that.”

She raised her eyebrows, placing her pencil case in her backpack. “Why not? You have a cute face, dress pretty well…” Her hand was on her backpack strap, slinging it over her shoulder casually. “Nice legs.” He blinked at his legs as if he just realized he had them. “And we know how talented your hands are, so…”

Now Yoongi knew. He was actually one with a tomato.

“Sounds like a great formula to me.”

The chair scraped against the ground and she stood up, cocky grin on her face.

“Let’s see if you pass your midterm, and then maybe we’ll go on a date.”

And then she sauntered off.

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glitchh3d · 4 years

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Halloween Party (Terushima x Reader) [HTF]

So, I didn’t proof read this. My apologies.

Also, it’s not the best because I’m not the best at writing and i’m very tired and sad because my halloween went to crap but y’know. whatever.

Ily guys!! Here you go! 🥰

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Cheating but not really. Language. Talk about sex. Talk about drugs. Alcohol and other college party stuff.

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(Y/n), Terushima, Futakuchi, Atsumu and Taichi walked into Kuroo and Bokuto’s house later than expected, but there was a round of cheers for them as soon as they were noticed. Kuroo bounced over excitedly, his drink spilling over the edge of his red solo-cup as he pulled (Y/n) away to lead her toward Matsukawa and Hanamaki who were waiting for her in the backyard with Oikawa and Iwaizumi.

She giggled upon seeing them in their costumes. Hanamaki had darkened his hair somehow so it was red but Matsukawa had left his, instead styling it slightly.

“Oh my god, you two-” She fell into a fit of laughter as they strutted around and showed off their legs that were covered in thin white tights. She pulled them into a tight hug, thanking them for doing the group costume with her. “I love you guys, thank you so much!”

Hanamaki and Matsukawa both laughed and shrugged it off.

“Anything for you, (Y/n). You’re our girl.” Matsukawa said, slinging his arm around her shoulder. Makki wrapped his around her waist and Oikawa flailed his arms around excitedly.

“Let me get pictures!” He shouted, his halo nearly falling off as he jumped excitedly and rushed towards them. Iwaizumi rolled his eyes but smiled at his friends.

(Y/n) giggled at his annoyed look, curious on how Oikawa managed to convince him to do a couple costumes with him. They were an angel and a devil. Iwaizumi looked like he didn’t really care though, only wearing a red tight fitting t-shirt and black skinny jeans with a little devil tail clipped to his belt loop and a devil horn headband on his head.

Oikawa on the other hand, was wearing a pure white robe that had gold accents. His cheeks were dusted with gold and he had a halo headband on. Gold bracelets went up his arms and he had big angel wings on.

“He looks ridiculous, huh?” Iwaizumi asked as he caught (Y/n) eyeing his boyfriend's costume. She smiled and shrugged.

“It’s cute. Yours though, mister. Holy shit. Who gave you the right to be that hot.” She asked, making him blush. Oikawa snapped a couple of pictures of the trio in their costume and then turned to admire Iwaizumi with (Y/n).

“Iwa-chan is hot, isn’t he? But stop ogling my boyfriend! Go ogle your own!” Oikawa said, shoving his cell phone into Iwaizumi’s pocket.

“Hey-”

“Oh shush. You’re my pockets for the night, deal with it.” Oikawa demanded. (Y/n) smiled at them and then saw Terushima, Taichi, and Atsumu walk into the backyard. Terushima smiled at her lovingly before approaching.

His costume, Boomer from the Rowdyruff boys, looked good. They went for more of an e-boy route so he was wearing a black and white striped long sleeve shirt under a blue t-shirt that had the iconic black stripe across the chest. He was also wearing black fishnets under his ripped skinny jeans. He stuck his tongue out and winked at her as he approached.

“Hey baby girl,” He said, pulling her away from Hanamaki and Matsukawa who raised their eyebrows at him.

“Look at this tool,” Matsukawa said as Terushima wrapped his arms around (Y/n)’s waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. He cocked his head to the side and winked at them.

Taichi and Atsumu approached on either side of them. Taichi looked bored, but Atsumu was grinning.

“Wow, lookin’ hot Matsukawa.” He teased. He’d gone with Butch from the Rowdyruff boys but instead of wearing a long sleeve striped shirt, he was wearing a black hoodie under his green t-shirt. And he had dyed his hair back to black just for the night.

(Y/n) had tried suggesting to just use some wash out spray to do his hair but she was a few minutes too late.

Flashback to the night before

(Y/n) walked into her apartment after a busy day at work, Taichi trailing after her tiredly. They had been on the closing shift for the night.

“Teru! Atsumu! Ken? You guys here?” She called into the apartment. She heard a loud crash in the bathroom and hurried towards it, dropping her bag on the floor in her rush. “Holy shit, what happened? Are you oka….y?”

In the bathroom, Atsumu was sitting on the toilet with a towel wrapped around his neck and shoulders. Terushima was holding a bottle of hair dye and Futakuchi was laying in the bathtub, watching.

“Why the hell didn’t you just use the halloween hair dye spray that washes out?” She asked as Taichi peeked in over her shoulder. He groaned and turned and walked away.

“...I didn’t think of that.”

END of flashback

“Fuck, I know.” Matsukawa said back, a grin rising to his face. They fist bumped.

Hanamaki grinned at Taichi who shook his head.

“Don’t.” Taichi said. He was Brick and he absolutely hated it, even though he didn’t wear anything out of ordinary. He was in a red jumper with singular black stripes on the upper arms. He had a lock and chain necklace on and a single dangly cross earring on. He also was wearing a black beanie and he looked cute in (Y/n)’s opinion.

“But Taichi, bro! You look good. We’d make a picture perfect couple, don’t you think?” Hanamaki asked, batting his eyelashes at him.

“I’m going to find Semi.” Taichi disappeared after that. Hanamaki pouted but turned and grinned at (Y/n) again a second later.

“I’m gonna go harass him,” Hanamaki said, making everyone laugh as he sprinted off. Atsumu and Matsukawa followed after him, leaving Iwaizumi, Oikawa, (Y/n) and Terushima alone. Oikawa smiled at Terushima but it was a bit forced.

“You two look good. Don’t they, Iwa-chan?” Iwaizumi stared at the couple then he shrugged.

“(Y/n) looks good. I dunno about Terushima though,” Terushima gasped and pulled away from (Y/n), glaring at the two older men.

“You two are fucking rude.” He said making (Y/n) snort. “I’m going to grab a drink, alright babe? I’ll be back in a few, yeah?” (Y/n) nodded. He kissed her cheek goodbye and then walked towards the glass sliding door that was wide open. (Y/n) smiled after him and then turned back to her friends who were watching her with fond looks.

“What?” She asked defensively. They shrugged.

“You just look really happy is all,” Iwaizumi said, crossing his arms. Oikawa nodded in agreement.

“You do seem happy. I’m glad. You deserve it, (Y/n)-chan!” She smiled at them and pulled them into a hug.

“Aw, you guys…” She said as they both hugged her back. Iwaizumi was the first to squirm away, claiming he also needed a drink. Oikawa and (Y/n) let him go with little pouts but when they curled up on chairs next to the fire pit and chatted to themselves.

“So (Y/n)-chan. You and Teru have been together for a few weeks now, yeah?”

“Yup!”

“And he treats you right?” Oikawa asked, eyes narrowing. She nodded.

“Of course he does. He gets a simp of the year award.” She said with a smile. Oikawa nodded and fist bumped her.

“Iwa-chan does too. He’s very sweet behind closed door,” Oikawa winked and she snorted. “Speaking of behind closed doors. Have you two-”

“No.” She replied quickly making Oikawa freeze with wide eyes. Then he smirked.

“My my, (Y/n)-chan. That was a hard no, wasn’t it?” He asked and she rolled her eyes, pulling her legs to her chest as she stared at the flickering flames of the fire. “Why’s that? You’ve had sex before haven’t you?” She shrugged.

“I- I guess I’m scared?” (Y/n) said, not looking up.

“Why?” Oikawa frowned.

“Because Yuuji has this image, right? He’s popular. Nice. Funny… I’m scared that once he gets all of me then he’ll leave because he’s had better and-”

“Sorry, I’m gonna stop you there.” Oikawa grabbed (Y/n)’s hand and squeezed it gently. “I don’t know Terushima too well, but from what you tell me, he seems like a great guy. One who respects you and cares about you a lot. I don’t think you need to rush to have sex or anything but I don’t think you should be scared to have sex either.”

She nodded and smiled back at him.

“Yeah… You’re right. I just-” (Y/n) was cut off by the back glass door getting slammed open. Iwaizumi was fuming and his hair was dripping with water as he walked towards them. “Oh shit, what happened Iwa?”

“I swear to god I’m going to kill your boyfriend (Y/n).”

“What? Why?” Her heart was racing.

“He fucking- that bastard just almost drowned me in that stupid apple bobbing bullshit!” (Y/n) and Oikawa laughed as Iwaizumi ran his hands through his hair. He flicked droplets of water at them and then sat in the small gap of the chair next to Oikawa before pulling his boyfriend onto his lap.

Oikawa whispered something into Iwaizumi’s ear and the ex ace began to turn red. (Y/n) smiled and looked away from them as they started having their own little private conversation. She didn’t want to intrude so she stood up, saying she was going to grab a drink.

“Hey hey hey! What’s up, (Y/n)!” Bokuto asked as (Y/n) entered the house. She smiled at him and patted his arm as he pulled her into a side hug.

“Hey Bokuto! I like your costume!” He looked down at her confused. “I LIKE YOUR COSTUME!” She shouted over the music. He laughed and nodded. He was a sexy firefighter, wearing only the pants of the costume with suspenders and the helmet.

“I like yours too!” (Y/n) smiled at him and then eyed Akaashi who was standing next to him, wearing a lifeguard costume (aka just a shite t-shirt with a red cross on it and red swim shorts). He had sunscreen smeared on his nose and a cheap flimsy whistle around his neck. He smiled at her as she got done looking him up and down and then also pulled her into a small hug.

“Hello, (Y/n)-san.”

“Hi Akaa-chii! He smiled at the nickname and patted her head before he was dragged away towards a beer pong table by Bokuto who was screaming at Kuroo and Daichi for a re-match.

She chuckled fondly and kept maneuvering her way through the crowd of unfamiliar faces and costumes. She dodged angel and devil wings and even a long dragon tail. She also had to avoid the ass end of a donkey costume that was dancing wildly on the dance floor.

She sighed as she got to the kitchen, reaching into a random cooler to grab a drink. She popped the cap off the bottle and took a long swig, her face contorting in disgust at the taste of whatever she grabbed.

“Hey, (Y/n).” Futakuchi said as he entered the kitchen. She smiled at him.

“Hi Ken,” She smiled at him. “Where are the others?”

“Ah, Terushima is dancing in the living room I think and Taichi and Atsumu are doing keg stands in the game room.” She nodded and thanked him, heading towards the livingroom to try and track down her boyfriend.

Upon entering the living room, she immediately spotted him. There in all his glory he was dancing with their newfound friends. Suga and a bunch of people she’d never seen before were hyping him up, dancing and jumping around with him. He was in his element.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” A chant started and Terushima laughed along, rolling his eyes. There was a girl with blonde hair standing next to him that grabbed him by the back of the neck, yanking him down and into a kiss.

At first (Y/n) didn’t realize what was going on. And then it clicked.

Terushima had just kissed someone.

Her boyfriend just kissed someone that wasn’t her.

Her boyfriend willingly just kissed someone that wasn’t her, in front of her.

“What the fuck.” (Y/n) said, her hand that was holding her beverage falling limp against her side. Everything felt like it was in slow motion.

Everything aside from Terushima was blurred as he laughed and joked with the girl he’d just kissed. Like he didn’t do anything wrong.

(Y/n) realized that the only reason everything was blurry was because of the tears gathering in her eyes. But if Terushima was going to act like nothing was wrong, then so was she. So she left. She set her bottle down on the counter as she walked towards the door. Kuroo and Semi both tried calling out to her but she ignored them, exiting the house quietly. She wrapped her arms around her bare arms as she walked down the sidewalk and towards the unfamiliar city of Tokyo.

She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew Kait was somewhere within the giant city. She just hoped that Kait had her phone on her.

(Y/n) walked a little further to a little empty park, sitting down on the empty swings. By now all the trick or treaters were gone and the streets were empty aside from a few small groups of teens who were laughing and teasing each other.

“What the fuck,” (Y/n) repeated to herself as the image of her boyfriend kissing another girl replayed in her head. She didn’t want to believe that it was true, but she’d seen it with her own eyes as Terushima pressed his lips to some blonde girls.

She didn’t realize that the tears were falling until they dripped down onto her lap and through her thin dress. She was shaking from the cold but she didn’t care. She only had to wait 15 minutes and then she’d be with Kait and they could figure things out together from there.

Would she break up with Terushima?

Did he not love her?

Was he just using her? Did he get bored that fast? Maybe if she’d done more he wouldn’t feel the need to go off and kiss someone else.

She tried to be enough, she really did.

School and work filled a lot of her schedule but she always tried to make as much time for him as she possibly could.

Why was this happening?

“(Y/n)?” A voice called out. Was that Kait? Had it been 15 minutes already?

(Y/n) looked up as she heard Kait’s voice call out to her.

“Kait?”

“Oh (Y/n),” Kait rushed forward, followed by three other figures. (Y/n)’s lip quivered as she stood up from the swing. As she met Kait halfway the tears she’d been holding back broke free and she let out a choked sob as Kait enveloped her in a hug. “Oh, honey, no…”

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Terushima laughed as he tossed back another shot of something clear. He knew it definitely wasn’t water as it made the back of his throat burn but he was okay with that.

It was halloween night and he was at a party, the point of this entire night was to get drunk and have fun and that’s exactly what he was doing.

“Yo, Suga! You were holding out of us with this guy! You knew he existed and didn’t tell us?” Tanaka laughed as he danced next to Terushima. Noya was jumping around excitedly next to them, screaming the lyrics to whatever song was playing on the speaker.

Tanaka was wearing a blonde wig, an entirely pink outfit, imitating Regina George from Mean Girls. His girlfriend, Kiyoko was Aaron Samuels, wearing a simple blue mens polo shirt and some baggy jeans with her hair pulled back into a low ponytail. Noya was Gretchen Weiners but his brunette wig had ended up falling off when he did a keg stand earlier and he was just too lazy to put it back on. They had convinced their friend Kinnoshita to be Karen Smith but he was currently puking his guts out in the bathroom upstairs accompanied by Ennoshita and Narita who were Cady Heron and Janis Ian.

“Yo I could kiss this man right now,” Terushima said as Tanaka poured him another shot. Noya smirked.

“Do it!” Suga rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement.

“Do it! Do it!”

And soon enough the entire room was cheering for the two to kiss. Tanaka rolled his eyes but reached and grabbed Terushima by the back of his neck, pulling him down into a quick kiss. When they separated, they laughed and fist bumped, taking another shot.

After a few more minutes of dancing, Terushima made his way towards the kitchen where Semi and Kuroo looked concerned.

“What’s going on guys?” He asked as he pulled a beer can from a cooler. He popped the tab and took a sip as they exchanged looks of concern. “Hey, either of you two seen (Y/n)? I left her in the back with Oikawa and Iwaizumi but I haven’t been back there and-”

“Terushima, (Y/n) left.” Semi said, making Terushima freeze.

“What?”

“We both just saw (Y/n) take off out the door a few minutes ago. She looked like she was about to cry,” Kuroo said, making Terushima enter panic mode.

“And neither of you tried to stop her?”

“I- we called out to her. We thought she was just getting some fresh air or something, calm down. I’m sure she’s fine.” Semi said, making Terushima shake his head.

“No, I gotta go find her. She doesn’t know her way around Tokyo. None of us do, what if she gets kidnapped?”

“What’s going on in here?” Matsukawa asked as Terushima slammed his beer can on the counter. He pulled out his phone and started texting (Y/n).

“Did you see (Y/n) leave?”

“(Y/n) left?” Oikawa asked as he and Iwaizumi entered the kitchen. Terushima shook his head as he got no response.

“She’s not answering me. Oikawa, text her.”

“What? What the fuck is going on?” Iwaizumi asked as Oikawa pulled out his phone and began texting their friend.

“(Y/n) took off a few minutes ago and now she’s not answering her phone.”

“Okay so check all the rooms and stuff. And check outside. Try and find her around the house before we go out looking, yeah?” Kuroo said, making everyone in the kitchen nod and split up. Terushima and Semi went out the front door, calling (Y/n), hoping to either get her to answer or to hear her ringtone but there was nothing.

“Fuck!” Terushima shouted. “I lost my fucking girlfriend and she’s probably scared and upset and-”

“Do you think someone drugged her?” Terushima’s head turned at lightning speed and he glared at Semi.

“Why would you even say that?”

“I- what! It happens!”

Well. That happened.

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Voicemail: Part 3

Hawks x reader

A/n: I swear I am alive, I'm just getting my shit together for college. Anyways have my half-assed attempt at a story plot. I stopped here because I'm going through sad hours and that was really going to affect the rest of the story if I continued, I mean it still might be i’m not sure. No clue how gently I feel like being to everyone's feelings for the last chapter (don’t worry I make myself suffer too).

Part 1

Part 2

-Part 3-

Part 4

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“Not alive at least. They never come back alive.”

Hawks may not have been in the facility anymore, but he could still hear the words through the speaker. After all feathers weren’t the only thing he inherited from the avian species. In-fact, a lot of predatory bird-like qualities were passed down to him, none of which were proving to be any aid.

Endeavor exited the facility talking to some of the other heroes who were caring for the two children. He looked towards the clouds watching the desperate hero who was barely able to flap his wings in a steady momentum to keep him airborne. Twitching here and there causing his flow to stutter. Feathers puffed up clearly agitated, but some others sharpened to a dangerous level. It was truly a pitiful sight. From the looks of it, Hawks was nowhere near ready to calm down. Hands were shaking while switching from clenching to unclenching, desperately wanting to hold on to something. Nail marks were indented in the palms of his gloves. Anxiety and agony evidently overriding every morsel of reason that survived up to this point. His eyes never stopped searching, gaze switching from place to place as light-speed. Endeavor could practically taste the burning red rage sourly seething through Hawks every movement. But, nothing Endeavor could say would bring Hawks from his agitated state. He had to let it fly its course. Only then would Endeavor be able to pull him back to one of the agencies where they could recuperate.

Lucky for the heroes, they had detained all the henchmen left to guard the facility. They might be able to strangle some information out of them. But, it was kinda strange that the main man would leave them there knowing that the heroes were en-route. However, as Rumi noted, leaving those men there perfectly diverted their attention from the escaping vehicle. A smart move on the abductors part.

The League was pretty pissed about the whole shebang. Torturing the earlier captured men in a more gruesome manner out of pure rage. In doing so, one of them squeaked about some sort of airport. Oh, now those two were in even deeper shit. Dabi was nice enough to inform Hawks about this new information though. Calling him over for a nice group beating.

“That’s all I know swea- ack”

Smack!

Blood splattered the ground, painting over old splotches littering the place.

Crack!

One of many bones to be shattered but the blunt head of the bat.

“I’ll ask this one for time- What fucking airport?”

Silence.

Crack!

“Hawks, the guys’ gonna be dead before you get an answer, or at least a feasible one,” Dabi grunted.

“Fucking hell,” Hawks cursed, slinging the blood dripping bat to the side of the room with an echoing thud as the wood teetered from end to end until it settled. Hands shooting to clench his golden locks in an iron grip. He squatted to the floor, head hanging low, trying to fight the urges of a predator whose prey sits before them utterly helpless.

A scarred hand grabbed Hawks’ shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. Hawks shifted his head slightly, just enough so that he could eye Dabi's own eyes from the side. So many emotions swirled within those baby blue pools of fire. Remorse, agitation, worry, and so much more, all together forming a dangerous poison. A poison which would make poor souls scream in agony for death. Something Keigo would be glad to provide.

Now the two might now get along most of the time, but when facing a common goal, they are not a pair to be trifled with.

The men in the chairs started struggles in the ropes that tied them to the splintering chair. Pulling hopelessly with all their might, but to no avail. Dabi and Hawks shifted their eyes to the bastards in front of them.

The hand, not on Hawks’ shoulder, was raised to the man's face level, resting inches away. Smoke began flaring from Dabi’s scared palm, small blue flames flickered around the heel as it heated up. The heat alone was enough to singe the man’s facial hair. Terror welled in the man’s expression as the hand was brought closer, making him whimper.

“Let's try this again.”

Horrid fumes of burnt flesh swirled throughout the air. The man was a tough one to crack, Dabi knew he would come around, he just needed a little encouragement. They got the information they wanted him. Hawks had pity on the bastard, taking a feather, slitting his throat with one quick slash. The other man could do nothing but watch as his comrade bleed out.

“Don’t worry pal, my boss has plans for you.”

No matter how much he tried to scream all that would come out was muffled sludge blocked by the gag. Dabi, patted his ashy hand on the man’s head before walking towards the door with Hawks following on his heels. The man’s thrashing only increased as he door slammed closed, leaving him with the freshly fried corpse of the other one.

“What’s the plan from here?” Dabi asked.

“If they wanted to sneak on the plane unnoticed, they would have to do it at night, when no one else could potentially spot them.”

“It's a private jet though.”

“Yes, but the guys said it was being held with other private jets.”

“Whatever, your dumbass logic gives me a headache sometimes.”

Twice popped out around the corner where they were talking.

“Please don’t screw each other in the lobby.”

“Twice, what the hell. I would rather set myself on fire.”

Hawks gave Dabi an offended glare. Dabi in return rolled his eyes, walking away from Hawks.

“Just hurry up. Go get your boy scout in line and save her already”

“Who said I was doing this as a hero?”

Dabi halted, back facing Hawks. A smirk tugged at the corners of his charred lips as his eyes darkened.

“You don’t have the balls to fly that far from the nest bud. Your stupid heroes commission the only things you truly value in society.”

Hawks glared, but held his tongue. Dabi glared back with just as much hatred taking a couple of steps back towards the winged hero.

“That damned heroes commission seems to be the only thing you seem to stay faithful to.”

“What the Hell does that mean?” Hawks squawked.

“It means you are more likely to leave her for the vultures before ignoring your duties to those shitholes. Oh, wait a second, that's exactly what you did.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Really now? So let me get this straight, you didn’t push her away, become a complete asshole to her because of them. Hawks at the end of the day all that matters in that brainwashed head of yours is that shitty organisation.”

“Shut up.”

“Fine, let's pretend that it wasn’t the commission pulling the strings. In that case, you are a really shitty person. I mean, you ARE the reason they're in this mess to begin with.” Hawks’ blood ran cold, Dabi gave an exasperated chuckle “What makes you think she even wants YOUR help?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Oh how you harm me with your words.” Dabi mocked

“Who’s fucking side are you on? Where the hell is this coming from?”

“Let’s be clear about one thing, birdbrain, just because I want her safe doesn’t mean i’m on your side. You fucked up. And that guilt is only because you feel responsible for her kidnapping, it isn’t because you’re disgusted with all the shit you put her through. So listen when I say-”

“No, you listen here, asshole. Do you honestly think I can't see the damage I did? I am not making an excuse for my behavior, looking back I can see how fucked up I was towards her. I was blessed with an angel, I had never in my life been genuinely cared about. I had never been so committed to someone, so attached to another person. Someone who felt the exact way as I did. It was terrifying.” Hawks paused face falling downwards, scrunching up to fight away the tears building up. “I didn’t have the balls to face her as time went on, so I did what I did best, I put up a front and moved forward. Avoiding our relationship, avoiding her, just because I was scared of commitment. I never bothered to think about the effects it might have had on her. I’m a real douche for doing it and I know it.”

“Shame what it took for you to figure that out.”

There was nothing sympathetic in Dabi’s tone, no, it was as sour as biting into a ripe bitter melon. Hawks said nothing, he was right after all.

“Go home Keigo. You're not welcome here right now.”

Dabi watched as Hawks turned and walked to the door. Waiting till he was about to close the door on his way out to let out one final stab.

“Oh and Keigo,” Hawks paused “when she’s safe, hope she realizes you’re not worth it.”

SLAM!

Dabi was pretty sure Hawks broke some of the hinges when he shut it behind him.

“Bastard,” He muttered, clearly not into Hawks’ delinquent behavior. Dabi stomped off to the bar to talk to the others about what to do next.

What the actual fuck, Hawks thought as he took off into the dusk set skies. Yes, he knows he screwed this up, Dabi didn’t need to rub it in anymore.

Taking out his phone, Hawks shot a text to Rumi informing her of the newly found information. It was always kind of surprising that no other hero ever questioned where all his exclusive information came from, but oh well. Hawks went straight for the place, not giving anyone time to regroup and set out a plan. It didn’t do much good last time and he wasn’t willing to risk it again. He had an hour or so before the moon set in place, if he was lucky he would make it there before anyone else did.

Wings soared through the clouds as he scanned the area below, searching for the facility. His sights locked onto a large gated perimeter, surrounding multiple runways connected to a couple of buildings housing the aircrafts. It was one of the many private airports in Tokyo, a place where the rich kept their collection of aircrafts. Hawks descended to a large window in the center of the middle building in the facility. The place seemed to be more of a showcase then anything, some of the jets looked like there were fresh out of manufacturing.

The place looked empty, no sign of any life in the facility. If it wasn’t for his abnormal vision he would be able to see anything in the pitch black room. No gates or doors were open, no runway lights shined behind him, no unusual vehicles were in sight. So either he beat everyone here, or he’s got the wrong place.

He was about to take back off into the sky when he spotted a jet that matched the description the man gave him. A sleek black metal covering, twelve square windows spaced evenly on each side of the jet’s middle, matte silver nose, blood red paint rimming the edges of the wings. It was big enough to carry a small army. The jet seemed a little out of place next to all the smaller, more compact aircraft.

It was clear the jet had yet to be tampered with. They must be waiting till the moon was at its highest to hide their escape. If that was the case they would be there for another hour or so meaning Hawks could have a look around the place. Maybe sabotage the plane enough that it might not function properly.

Using a feather Hawks carves out a circle into the glass, just big enough that he could fight through and not get stuck. The tricky part was putting the glass back into place so that the bastards weren’t suspicious of the giant whole in the window. But, he managed to do it with only a couple of close calls.

Though he was alone, Hawks still had to be careful nonetheless. Fingers felt around the side of his goggles in search of the night vision button. However, a glowing group of infrared blobs that only grew bigger by the second appeared in his sights. With great haste Hawks hide in the cramped empty space behind one of the two stairwells one either side of the balcony of the window. The tight squeeze forced his wings to fold into uncomfortable positions against the base of his back.

It stopped right outside the giant corridors leading out to the building runway. While his the blurriness of the image made it hard to fully make out he counted seven or nine of the now van sized blobs. The one in the middle was to first to make any sort of move, a panel sliding to the side as figures exited the vehicle. Others to the right and left followed suit. All filing out into the open, crowding to the center one. Though all the bodies it was he could barely make out a body hauled out onto the ground next to boxes gathered for the other vans. His attention was so zeroed in on the limp body that he didn’t notice the dozen or so figures heading for the corridor.

CREEEEAAAAK!!

The heavy metal scraped against the asphalt as it was forcefully pried open by the figures. They didn’t fully peel the doors back though, only enough so that a couple of men could head in. About six men entered the dark area, flashlights swinging around in search of anything intruder. Hawks scrunched farther into the wall, missing the beams of the one of them by millimetres allowing him to go unnoticed by the men. The continued their inspection, not very thoroughly Hawks noted, until they each gave a thumbs up signally to the others nothing was out of place.

“All clear,” One of them yelled out behind.

All six men then approach the designated aircraft. Hawks wanted to bang his head on the wall from his own stupidity, since he chose the staircase opposite of the plane.

He let out a quiet hiss of frustration; “dammit.”

Biting the inside of his cheek he started trying to devise a plan. Maybe, just maybe, he could sneak some feathers inside to take them out. So he did just that, sending one feather for each man and one extra just in case.

The men had clearly let their guard drop as they focused on their tasks. He had no problem maneuvering the feathers around them as they worked. Two men were in the cockpit, two in the carriage, one taking storage in the backroom, and the last of the six was making his way to the single bathroom of the aircraft.

The man made his way to the bathroom, stripping off his pants before pulling out a phone and doing some unspeakable things that made Hawks want to vomit in his tiny corner. The poor guy had no clue that he was going to be the first to go, Hawks literally caught the bastard with his pants down. A mental note was made to just leave the dagger in his chest, after everything he just witnessed with that feather there was no way he wanted it back in his plumage.

One down, five to go and next up was the storage guy. A feather hovered right above the back of the guy as he checked off boxes on his clipboard. Moving forward, but still sticking to the wall in order to give the feather a better angle to slash his neck. However, the bright colors contrasted with the white wall, catching the attention of the man.

“What the fuc-”

Swish

It sliced through the air, not giving the man any time to process the situation. Hands instinctively flew to his throat in a pathetic attempt to stop the life escaping him. Bright red blood seeped through the cracks between his fingers, leaking down his front as he wobbled on his feet. The harsh thud of a body crashing to the floor never sounded through the air as the feather slipped down the back of his shirt to guide him quietly to the ground. Once he was laid out noiselessly on the now red stained ground the feather took off to regroup.

They all stayed as flat as paper against the slick interior of the plane, making sure never to be in the line of sight. Three feathers arrived at their next destination, the passenger section. The two men were just goofing off. Neglecting their assigned duties in favor of gossiping like highschool girls. Hawks could help the twitching of his upper lip, sharp canines baring each time the muscles spasmed. Sexist comments were slurred back and forth between them as they talked about his dove. Feral instincts screamed at him torture them till they were pleading for death. But, he needed to keep his composure or else risk getting caught and that was not something he could really afford right now.

The feathers slithered down the aisle when the assholes turned their backs to one another. One feather took off to lock the cockpit hatch from the outside, making the two on the inside unable to interrupt Hawks. Both the men were facing the side wall of the aircraft making it easy to string two feathers into position to swoop up and dispose of them just like like the now rotting corpse in the storage compartment.

Swish

Hawks really wished he could have prolonged their suffering, but he had more important matters to worry about, unlike those sexist bastards. Oh well, he would just have to be sure to spit on their corpses later.

The last two in the cockpit worked to get the carrier up and running. Hawks could hear them from the two feathers locking inside with them as they ran their diagnostics. Just as the feathers were about to capture their lives the roaring of an engine coming to life sounded throughout the facility. Blinding bright headlights buzzed on pointing to the corridors as if asking to be let out.

CREEEEAAAAK

Hawks peered over the corner of the wall hiding him, he saw more men pulling the door fully apart to make way for the giant aircraft. With all the new lighting Hawks had to turn off the night vision mode on his goggles so he could see. Through the orange tint of his lenses he could spot [y/n]’s limp body laying on her side facing him through the legs of the surrounding guards. Her whole body looked as though they just threw her to the asphalt from the van door. A grimy brown sack covered her head that hung to the floor slightly supported by the shoulder on the ground unnaturally scrunched up by her neck. He could see the raw skin surrounding the bonds tightly wired around her bare wrists. What really unnerved him was the slow unsteady half-rise of her chest every so often. He doesn’t know if it was due to the bag covering her airway or the utterly traumatized state of her body, but it wasn’t hard to tell her lungs were starting to give way. There was no way in Hell she would make it through the plane ride. She needed medical attention and she needed it fast.

The shifting of wheels brought Hawks out of his panic as the aircraft propellers spun around in place, making the plane go forward ever so slightly. It stopped one it was centered with the doors in the front of the facility. If he slashed his feathers upon them it would surely arm the onlookers. Eyes once again shifted to the body of his dove.

Helpless. He couldn’t make a move without stirring up their attention. And if they threatened her, there wasn’t even a sliver of a chance he would make it in time.

TING

The sound echoed out from his pocket. The phone vibrated letting out another sound to alert him of a notification.

Hawks’ heart dropped to the ground as everything around him moved in slow motion. Heads took their time spinning in his direction when in reality they snapped his way in milliseconds.

He didn’t have time to look at his phone as bullets flew his way. Faster than ever, he took to the air, dodging the oncoming hellfire. Since all was turning to shit, the two cockpit feathers slashed the hell out of the men inside with zero mercy whatsoever. Using some spare feathers he sent them lashing at the tires preventing their second escape. He’d rather be plucked for everything he was worth before letting them get away again, especially not when they were so close.

His earpiece rang to life as he wound through the air.

“What the fuck is happening” a harsh feminine voice that sounded like Rumi screamed from the other side.

“Shit hit the fan, send help.”

That was all he could say before getting nailed in the right shoulder. Wings stuttered in shock, but adrenaline pushed them to keep flapping.

“Hawks!” She called.

He could barely hear her through the blazing bullets piercing through the air.

“Heading….. Minutes…… Endeavor…… Way.”

Static cut out sentences leaving him with only a couple of words from the other line. He didn’t have time to decode the meaning though.

In the midst of frantic maneuvering a blast of fire hit the window behind him sending him flying forward as a bullet lodged itself in his right thigh.

“Friendly fire!” He screamed behind him.

Now shit was really hitting the fan, Hawks thought to himself as he looped through the new hole created by none other than Endeavor. He made his way to the top of the building, the roof partially deflecting some of the ammunition flying at light speed. A new wave of confidence gassed his system with the brigade of heroes quickly approaching from behind.

“I know I annoy you, but do ya really need to fry me right now?”

Endeavor only grunted as he landed next to the winged hero, Rumi was soon to join them. The bullets had ceased to pierce the air for a moment, Hawks could hear the head guy yelling at his underlines like an abusive dog owner. Naturally they tried to retreat to their vehicles, but found the tires were lacerated enough that they were rendered useless. The yell turned into hushed whispers.

All heroes crowded up onto the roof, hastily devising a plan that would hopefully let them safely extract the beaten girl. Time was ticking fast as two beautiful lives were draining from the mother's body every wasted second. They needed to make a move and they needed to do it now.

“Fuck plans”

“Hawks don’t be rash”

Endeavor could get fucked by fire for all Hawks cared. He was going in sending flocks of lethal feathers to shred them while he used the remaining feathers to take to the sky.

It only escalated from there on. Quirks were activated from both ends, but the heroes had to be careful, they may have the upper hand power wise, but the enemies had a hostage. Hawks could see his dove start to stir among all the commotion, but his attention was quickly redirected as a first sent him flying into a wall.

In the midst of the battle one of the lackey’s managed to discreetly snag [y/n] and a couple of the packages into a small aircraft. All which were messily tossed into the back of the cargo compartment before jumping in the control seat. All engines were a go and it was off to the runway from there, splattering some of his comrades into the pavement on the way. Hawks wasn’t having it though, redirecting all of the feathers slashing around to chase the jet as it wobbled in the sky.

“Your feathers are going to do jackshit, GO!” Rumi encouraged, no longer holding back.

That was all he needed to hear, as he darted to the air, targeting with pinpoint accuracy. The door of the storage holder on the side of the jet cracked open. Opening more and more as the pilot tried to steady the plane in the sky. The jet lagged in the sky as it swerved to the side making package after package plummet out. Hawks was tailing the jet, but the pilot kept taking sharp turns to try and lose him.

Hawks spotted [y/n’s body starting to slip to the edge of the open door. One final turn from the unsteady jet was all it took to send her descending into the air. Hawks immediately dove after her, wings tucking flat to increase his speed, arms stretching out towards her, hands ready to snatch her at the first given chance.

The ground was approaching uncomfortable fast. [Y/n] was just out of his reach, fingertips brushing against her own.

His wings gave one last flutter against his back, pushing him just far enough to reach her forearm. Hawks latch his hand onto her arm hauling her into his arms before spreading his scarlet wings in an attempt to catch in the air. A hiss passed his lips as the opposing velocity strained the muscles at the base of his wings.

Just before the hit the ground Hawks caught his bearings, letting them at least land somewhat safely. He stumbled on the turf, the hand that wasn’t holding [y/n] shot out to the ground where he keeled making sure to not fall over onto her. They landed a mile or so from the gates of the airport.

BOOM!

Hawks watched as sparks erupted from an explosion a little ways from them. Looks like the poor bastard couldn’t fly after all.

His breath was heaving, the adrenaline of the situation still pumping through his body. Lifting his hand from the ground he untied the rope holding the sack over her head, pulling it off, freeing her beaten face. Scarce breaths passed through her cracked lips.

Hawks was quick to let the rest know he had her. Endeavor let out a sigh of relief through the otherside of the line. Rumi yelled with happiness. When asking about her condition, he was hesitant to say anything, only saying that he was rushing her to urgent care immediately.

Weakly she stirred in his arms, whimpering as her bound wrist rubbed the harsh unforgiving rope peeling her already raw skin. Hawks plucked a feather, slashing her wrist and ankle constraints, finally setting her aching limbs free. Tears welled in his eyes, partly because she was now in his arms once again and partly because she was suffering in his arms.

“Shhhhh, baby bird, I’m gonna get you some help okay?”

He couldn’t tell if she heard him, but he wasn’t going to bother waiting for a reply. Wings spread behind him once more, screaming at him from pure agonizing torture they had already suffered. Limbs burned, fire setting every vein ablaze with even the slightest of moments.

All it took once one more heart wrenching soft cry passing her lips to get the adrenaline rushing again. No wound or pain could hold him down as he flapped his wings aggressively through the thin air. He kept staggering up to the clouds and low to the ground. It was definitely not his smoothest flight, but it was doing the job. She was held securely in a tight embrace against his chest. One of his hands gently caressed her cheek with the thumb in an attempt to pass her his wordless love.

Some of the feathers started to give from those once giant eyes. Every feather lost was another piece of [y/n] drifting to the light of eternal rest. She was a rose that was slowly shedding its abused petals, wilting from the mortal world.

Hawks could see the hospital in his sights, in his moment of overwhelming relief he almost hit the ground, but luckily he was able to bring them both up just in time.

White doors slammed over as a body crashed onto the hospital lobby tile. The receptionist rushed over to the counter spotting the hero, wings clings around his front to cushion their landing. Looking at the lady in scrubs he lifted one of his wings revealing the beaten woman he cradled to his chest. The lady screamed for help as doctors and nurses flooded the room. A stretcher was brought in as [y/n] was carted into one of the back rooms, nurses flocking the stretcher trying to assess her state.

A separate stretcher was brought in for him. A light smile graced his face as he watched them take care of her while they hauled him onto the cart. One of the nurses was trying to ask him questions, but he paid them no mind, only watching his dove.

The smile quickly faded as he saw more doctors dash to her room, panicked expressions present on each of their faces. He tried to stay awake, he tried to hear what was going on, but the last thing he heard was a doctor yelling one word that echoed in his ears even as he lost touch with reality.

“CLEAR!”

Then everything went black.

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Also I want to thank you all for reading this, it makes me so happy. I literally cried at all the love you all gave the first chapter. I wish I was kidding I actually cried.

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theshrubbery · 3 years

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Here’s my new snowbaz fic!!

Summary: Back at Watford I was always on the ball with these things. I spent years suspecting he was a vampire and yet here I am, completely oblivious. Sometimes I feel as though I left all of that at Watford, like Baz took on a new identity when we left, like that’s an old life that I’m not a part of anymore.

Sometimes I forget that I’m not the only one with scars. My tail flicks pointedly.

Or; 5 times Simon forgot that Baz was a vampire, and 1 time he didn't.

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Baz has been gone for far too long. He’s never out this long. Especially not when he has uni the next day. It’s way past midnight, probably past one now. I haven’t checked in a while because that would mean I have to stop pacing long enough to look.

He should be back by now. Where is he?

He said he’d be back over an hour ago and he’s not answering his phone. It’s just ringing straight through to voicemail - he doesn’t even have the excuse that it’s died. Unless he’s lost it? But that’s unlikely. Baz never loses anything, Merlin knows how.

I can’t take much more of this. I stop pacing, growl in frustration, run my hands through my hair and then slide my phone out of my pocket.

he’s still not back pen I type out quickly, sending it to Penny. She’s at home visiting her parents for the weekend, it’s her mum’s birthday. I’d give anything to have her here now, she always knows what to do. Unlike me. So much for being the chosen one, Merlin and Morgana I can’t do anything on my own.

Give him a little longer. Penny texts back in reply. I rush to unlock my phone so I can read it in full. Don’t go looking for him. Not with your tail and wings out.

Frustration bubbles up from my stomach to my chest. I hate this. I hate that I can’t just go out like a normal person. I hate that I can’t even open the door for a bloody delivery driver anymore without someone spelling all my extra parts invisible first. It’s demeaning and ridiculous and I feel like a ninny.

I clench my teeth and walk stiffly over to the table, finishing off the dregs of a bottle of cider - my third one of the night. So far. I shake the bottle a few times over my open mouth and then slam it down and continue to pace. At least it’s gotten me off the sofa, I suppose.

My stomach is in absolute knots. I’m so worried over this it’s making it ache. It doesn’t matter that we’re living safely amongst Normals, anything could have happened. It’s not like the underbelly of the Magickal world pays any attention to the rules.

Then, just as I really am about to go insane with worry, there’s a dull thump at the door. It rattles on its hinges, like someone’s thrown themselves against it and all I can think is I swear Baz took his keys when he left.

I rush to look through the keyhole, just in case. It’s a habit Baz and Penny absolutely drilled into me so that I didn’t swing the door open to anyone with my wings out.

It’s Baz. Oh, great snakes. Thank Merlin. Though the relief is short lived.

I yank the door open and my heart instantly drops to somewhere near my intestines.

Baz is heaving for breath, one arm clutching his bloodied shirt and the other hanging limply at his side, his wand in his hand. His clothes are dirty and torn, blood is puddling slowly at the floor by his feet. I’m having trouble breathing. It’s like the fight with the Mage all over again, it’s Ebb’s dead body.

Baz mutters a spell under his breath, I don’t catch what it is but it magicks the floor clean. Has he been doing that the entire way up here? Surely that’s draining way more magic than it’s worth! Energy that Baz could be better using to just concentrate on getting to the flat and not dying in the process.

“You goin’ to… You going to let me in or what?” Baz slurs, catching himself halfway through and fighting to get the words out. He’s gritting his teeth, his perfect mouth is stained red. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Baz slur, it’s disconcerting. I’ve known him most of my life and in all that time his enunciation was always near perfect at the worst of times, impeccable at the best. It’s part of what makes him so talented with magick.

“Oh fuck. Baz? Baz, what happened?” I rush out, distantly noticing I’m swearing like a Normal from the stress. My hands flutter around Baz, I don’t know where I should touch him, I don’t know if I can touch him. What if I make it worse? What if I hurt him?

“I got jumped,” Baz tells me, starting to shoulder his way past me and into the flat. “I got stabbed. Quite a few times, actually.”

I block the way, glad that Baz doesn’t seem to have the strength to boulder his way past me.

“Oh, god. We need to go to the hospital.” I dart to the dish on the hallway side, my vision tilting in panic as I grab my keys and wallet. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe what we’ve fought together and he’s been so badly maimed by muggers. This might even beat the Numpties incident. I can’t believe I’m thinking something like that at a time like this - this isn’t the time for jokes. Oh, god.

“I’m not going,” Baz says, pushing past me. I grab his shoulders to stop him, and then let go with a sickened jolt when he winces.

“Stop being stupid, Baz. Hospital. Now.” Baz leans his forearm on the door-frame and begins to bow over himself, groaning. My heart is hammering a mile a minute. “Look at you, you’re bleeding to death!”

Baz snorts. “If only.”

“What?”

“Merlin and Morgana, just let me in.” Baz spells the floor clean again. “Hurry up, before someone sees you.”

“But the-”

“Simon.” Baz lifts his bowed head to look at me, his forehead is crinkled. “Trust me. Don’t-” he breaks off with a load moan of pain, turning to rest his forehead on the arm holding him up against the frame.

“Baz!” My voice is shaking so hard it’s difficult to imagine I ever stood up to dragons, if this is all it takes to bring me down. To be fair, I think I’d go down with a lot less, too, these days.

“I need to lay down,” Baz says faintly. I really don’t like this. I mean, who would? But this is terrifying. It’s always Baz cleaning up after me, Baz patching me up, Baz is never the one as vulnerable as this. I don’t like it, I hate it, and I hate that I don’t have a single clue what to fucking do.

“Fine. Fuck. Okay, come on,” I stutter out. I take Baz’s wand, ignoring the pang in my chest at holding it, and sling his arm over my shoulders. I lead him into the flat, kicking the front door closed behind us, and walk us slowly to the sofa.

Baz staggers his way over, holding out his other arm and grabbing at things as we pass them. He grabs the back of a chair, the sideboard, the back of the sofa. He’s leaving blood stains but I don’t care.

“Easy, Snow,” Baz says as I lower him down, as gently as I possibly can. Baz’s eyes look a little glazed and I feel sick.

“I got you,” I tell him quietly. I put his wand on the coffee table.

“Your hands’re shaking,” Baz mumbles, his words stringing together, like that’s the most important fucking thing to be realising right now. Maybe he’s going into shock? I really doesn’t know what to do. I needs Penny. Penny would know what to do.

Once he can feel the sofa beneath him, Baz lays himself down and I lift both his legs up onto the sofa for him. I try to make him as comfortable as possible despite the way they hang, lanky, over the arm. Or as comfortable as one can be when he’s fucking bleeding out and refusing to get any medical attention .

“Do you need anything?” I ask quickly, already pulling my phone out to scroll for Penny’s number.

“Towel or something, please. Just to soak the blood.”

“Okay, love. Okay. I got it. I’ll be right back.” I kiss his forehead and rush off, holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I crash my way into the bathroom and start rummaging around for towels and anything that might possibly help.

“Simon? What is it?” Penny's tinny voice asks. Not even a hello, that’s so typical, straight to the point. Right now I’m extremely thankful for it. I pull a plastic bowl out of the sink and throw some towels in it as I reply.

“Baz’s hurt. He got jumped. I think he’s been stabbed.”

“Merlin, stabbed? How is that possible? Is he alright?”

“He’s bleeding bad and refusing to go to hospital.” I throw a half empty packet of plasters in my bowl as though they’ll help anything. “I don’t know what to do, Pen.”

“I mean… He can’t go to hospital anyways, Simon. He should be fine unless it was some special sort of weapon. I mean, I can’t think of many ways that a knife can actually kill a vampire.” And then the other shoe drops.

“Oh, shit,” I swear, realisation washing over me in a great big wave of Simon you complete buffoon.

“What is it?”

“A vampire. Great snakes, Pen, I forgot he was a bloody vampire!”

“Oh, Simon,” Penny says with a sigh. Though there’s still a worried edge to her voice. “No wonder you were worrying so much.”

“Now it makes sense why he wouldn’t go to hospital.”

“Go and look after him, Simon. He’ll be alright. Just keep him comfortable and he’ll be healed up in no time. If he’s still not healed by the time I come back home I’ll sort him out.”

“I will. Sorry, Pen. For disturbing you so late. But- thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s what I’m here for.” There’s a muted beep as she hangs up the phone, and I shove it back in my pocket. I feel like a complete idiot. Vampire. How on earth could I possibly forget that? I’m going to blame it on my panic. I’m going to blame it on the fact Baz doesn’t hang from walls and kidnap virgin maidens to drain their blood, the fact he doesn’t turn into a bat.

Or at least not that I’m aware of.

I take the towels and box of plasters out of the empty bowl and fill it with warm water out the bathroom tap instead, then carry all of it back to the sofa and set it out on the floor next to Baz.

He’s still lying exactly how I left him, though with one arm draped over his eyes, the other clutching in a white-knuckled grip at his torso.

“Took you long enough,” Baz says in a low voice. It almost sounds like a groan.

“Sorry, Baz.” I kneel down, my legs tucked under me. “I completely forgot about the whole… Vampire thing.”

“Vampire thing,” he parrots back. “Right. So I heard. That would explain things.” Guilt rushes through my system, heats my cheeks. Of course he heard me on the phone. Back at Watford I was always on the ball with these things. I spent years suspecting he was a vampire and yet here I am, completely oblivious. Sometimes I feel as though I left all of that at Watford, like Baz took on a new identity when we left, like that’s an old life that I’m not a part of anymore.

Sometimes I forget that I’m not the only one with scars. My tail flicks pointedly.

“Does it hurt?” I ask him, dunking a towel in the water. “How did it even happen?”

Baz nods and makes a small noise deep in his throat. “Yeah. It hurts. It probably will for a few hours, then it’ll mostly just be itchy. I’ll heal in no time. The only reason I’m even bleeding like this is because I’d just fed - I’ll have to go again once this is sorted.”

“But how did it happen? Was it another vampire?” Surely there has to be more to the story than this. Baz looks uncomfortable, if a little sheepish.

“Just your average alleyway muggers, really.” I raise my eyebrows.

“Crowley.” I curse. “How’d you manage that?”

“I didn’t want to hurt them,” Baz admits with a wince, lowering his arm and staring up at the ceiling. “It would, of course, been fairly easy to tear them to shreds with my bare hands. But that isn’t something I was willing to do.”

“Christ, Baz. There’s going easy on people and then there’s this.” I let go of the towel and gesture sweepingly across Baz’s abdomen and chest. “They shouldn’t have been able to leave this much damage on you.”

Baz looks distant, like he’s weighing things up in his head. I hate that look. It means he’s deciding how much I need to know.

We haven’t really been getting along as well as we used to, recently. Or maybe, it’s just hard to transition from sworn enemies to boyfriends in the matter of a few days. We’ve only been out of Watford a couple of months, but it’s been difficult for us. At first we couldn’t stop kissing and groping for long enough to watch a full episode of the Bake Off but recently it’s like there’s some invisible wedge growing between us.

I still love him, I’m sure of it. I think he loves me, too. But I don’t know what I’m doing. What we’re doing. We need to talk, communicate, but I’m terrified that if we do he’ll leave me. So I just let the divide deepen, and hate myself for it the entire time.

Looking at Baz now, though, I’m scared that I’m looking at the same Baz that tried to set himself alight in the woods. He has issues too, he just hides them better than I do. I feel like such a shit boyfriend, I can’t help him. One day he’ll realise he’s better than me, that I’m not good enough. But I don't want him to go, and that's selfish.

“I didn’t want to hurt them,” Baz repeats after a long silence. “Either way, they were pretty scared by the fact I stayed on my feet for so long.”

“Of course they were, if you were normal you’d be dead.”

Baz immediately flinches, his smirk drops along with my stomach.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that,” I say quickly, but the words catch in my throat and sound like an insincere stutter. “You are normal. For you, I mean.”

Baz sighs. For a second I think he’s going to punch me, but then I realise it’s the opposite. He deflates; his pinched brow and glazed eyes are the fight leaving him.

“Help me out of this shirt,” he says, letting it go.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“But I’m not normal, am I? Not for me. I wasn’t born this way, I was made. It was forced on me,” he quips. Sharp and fast and unfaltering. His eyes are blazing again.

“I-”

“It’s fine.” As quickly as the sparks catch they return to ash again. I really am sorry though. He won’t let me say it, not out loud, so I carry it like a mantra through my thoughts; I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I love you, I’m sorry. “Help me with the shirt. Please, love.”

I bite my lip, but the endearment melts me a little. I know that it’s genuine, even if there is a whole void of unsaid things drifting between us. I reach for the buttons, undoing them as best I can with how my hands are shaking. I have to fight to keep my wings still, my tail, but it’s a losing battle. It’s written all over my body how agitated and nervous I am.

The shirt (the white shirt, why Baz hunts in a white shirt is beyond me) is torn across the chest and stomach, and as I undo the buttons and push the sides apart, my hand accidentally slides through the slash. Baz flinches, though he tries to control it.

“Watch the gaping bloody holes,” he says bluntly. I wince. There’s two glistening puncture wounds, I do my best not to look at them.

I pull the shirt away from him, bracing a hand on his back to help him sit up so I can pull it from under him even though I’m fairly sure he doesn’t really need the help. Looking at him, I can already see where the skin is healing. It doesn’t scab and clot, like flesh wounds normally do, the skin just seems to stitch itself smoothly back together.

I ball his shirt up and throw it to the side, then gently begin wiping the blood away with a damp towel.

“Careful, Snow,” Baz warns with a quiet hiss.

“Does it still hurt?” I have no idea how vampire pain receptors work.

“Crowely, Snow. Of course it hurts. I got stabbed .” Baz doesn’t really sound mad, but his voice has an edge to it.

“I’m sorry,” I say again. I don’t really know what else to say.

Baz doesn’t reply straight away. I can’t tell what he’s thinking. I carry on wiping at the blood, vaguely recognising that, really, this isn’t even Baz’s.

“Why do you keep apologising so much?” He asks softly.

“I just- I don’t know.” I really don’t. “I just keep making you feel bad, and what sort of boyfriend forgets his boyfriend is a vampire? I’m sorry, Baz. Really.”

“It’s alright, Simon.” My stomach flutters at the use of my first name. “I’m glad I have you.” Baz always does this. He puts affection over everything like a salve. Lately he won’t let me be in the wrong, not him or Penny. The both of them walking on eggshells with me. It’s why nothing ever gets properly sorted out. Now isn’t the time for a fight, though.

“I bet you could do a better job with magic,” I mutter bitterly anyways.

“I don’t want to use magic. I’ve used enough magic. I don’t think I’d have enough left in me if I wanted to regardless.”

“Are you sure this is okay?”

“Absolutely, Simon. Absolutely.”

I carry on patching him up in silence. Even though it’s pointless. He’ll heal anyways, but he doesn’t stop me from wrapping the towels around him like a bandage and applying pressure with my hand. I look at where my hands are pressing over the wounds, trying to focus on the solid pressure of Baz beneath them.

The pain is mostly gone out of his face now, he just looks uncomfortable.

I wonder how indestructible Baz is. I wonder how long he’ll live. I wonder- no. I swallow. It’s no good thinking about all of this, not now, at least.

“I’m going to nap,” Baz says.

“Here? Or…?”

“I’ll be alright here, don’t worry.” I stare down at him until he looks back up at me. My heart squeezes as our eyes make contact and I reach up to press my hand against the side of his his grey face. His eyes seem to melt a little, he smiles and turns his head to kiss my hand.

“Come to bed. With me,” I whisper. I don’t want to be away from him right now. I need him near me, I need to feel that un-dead chest breathing.

It’s a struggle, but I help him up, and keep an arm around his waist as I lead him to the bedroom. He gets into bed first, lifting the covers and sliding in with a low hum. He’s falling asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow. I notice how he pushes the covers away so that they don’t get stained.

I don’t care, I climb in and pull them over the both of us.

Baz lays still for a moment, tense. Then he shuffles closer to me, rests his head on my shoulder. I press my cheek to the top of it, hoping to smell bergamot. All I can smell is the tangy copper of blood. He’ll be wanting to shower once he’s awake, Baz hates being a mess.

He’s cold where he presses against me, but I don’t mind. He’s a vampire. It’s part of the deal. I want him as he is, not as he wishes he should be. I wonder if he thinks the same of me.

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buttercup-of-kaer-morhen · 4 years

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(@sophiakuso1 gave me the prompt for a modern College AU drabble with Jaskier being at least part dragon and it got completely out of hand so here it is.)

Warning: Minor Injury

Primary tags: Magical College AU, Dragon!Jaskier, Injured!Geralt, Hurt/Comfort with a happy ending, Slight Jaskier Whump?, super fluff, Eskel is here and Lambert is an ass

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Jaskier swept through the doors of the campus medical center, making a beeline towards the emergency wing. He was determined to get to his destination and no one would get in his way if they had even a shred of self preservation. He had completely forgotten to put his guitar down when he ran out of his dorm room so a few nurses gave him the side eye as he passed but thankfully the place was rather quiet this late at night and no one tried to stop him. This also meant there were not that many people around to witness him stalking down the halls looking rather disheveled. He had been lounging on his bed with only his tight jeans which were more hole then pant in the front, his knees and almost all his thighs on display, when the text came in. He then proceeded to grab the first shirt available, a large button up of his boyfriend’s, which he barely buttoned up before, was out the door while wielding his guitar by the neck. He supposed he was just so used to taking it everywhere that he absentmindedly brought it. He had also forgotten his shoes in his haste and was too worried to waste time going back. At least his dorm was close and it wasn’t winter, so being barefoot wasn’t that bad.

Now, normally, he would try to keep up his friendly harmless appearance but his worry and urgency had him on edge and he didn’t really feel like sending a polite little comment to everyone he passed this time. In the back of his mind, a small voice told him that Yenyen would be proud.When he finally reached the waiting room, Lambert and Eskel were sitting in plastic chairs looking uncomfortable. Both of their gazes flickered to him as he marched over and, from the way Eskel winced, he must have been making a rather severe face. “Well?! What happened!” He demanded, fuming mad that Geralt was now in the emergency room after his two brothers had insisted he come along to a low key event. They had assured him it was going to be nothing more than a small get together at the frat house since Geralt wasn’t one for larger parties.

“Whoa, ok Jask, just calm down a bit… Are you growling? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you growl before…” Eskel immediately tried to sooth him.

Yes, it seemed he was growling, but his boyfriend Geralt, his dorm mate and love of his life whom he just started dating only a few months ago, was in the hospital! So Yes, he was allowed to growl!

“It’s not that bad, I swear!” Eskel tried again, glancing nervously over to the woman behind the help desk to didn’t bat an eyelash at them. She either hadn’t noticed the commotion or she just didn’t care.

“Not that bad-- Not that bad?!” Jaskier shrieked incredulously before digging in his pocket for his phone with his free hand before tapping furiously away on the screen. “A-hem, Lambert at 12:31 in the morning: Geralt rushed to the emergency room. Come now with, like, a gazillion exclamation points!” He promptly pushed the phone into Eskel’s hands so he could look at the evidence before continuing on his tirade. “I sent back like thirty messages which no one replied to! So I think I have a right to be a little upset and worried!” He did however try to breathe deeply to calm himself once he was finished venting, the feeling of tears pricked at his eye and tickled the back of his throat.

Eskel, to his credit, gave Lambert a questioning look which screamed ‘really?’ and sighed in sympathy. “Lambert…” He paused to inhale deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. “What- What the fuck?”

“You told me to text him. I texted him!” Lambert shrugged defensively, his tone flippant but confused.

“I told you to let him know what was going on! Not send him into a fucking fit! I, Fucking… Why did I expect anything different...” With a shake of the head, Eskel turned to Jaskier once more. “It’s really just a minor injury and he’s fine. Something just fell and popped his shoulder out of his socket slightly is all and I didn’t want to fuck with it so we decided to get it checked.” He tried to reassure the shorter man.

“Pfffft, I don’t see what the big deal is, at least he’s here now and we can leave Geralt to him.” Lambert huffed under his breath. His gaze finally fully took in the musician’s state of dress however and a grin slowly plastered itself across his face. “But I gotta say, if he’s going to look this fucking rediculous every time I text him that Geralt’s in trouble, I might do it more often. And look, he’s ready to entertain at a party.” He joked lightly, the shit eating grin never leaving his face. Oh, and the anger was back.

Normally, Jaskier would snap something back in playful banter but he really was not in the mood at this hour of the night. He grabbed the larger man by the shirt and lifted him off his feet by the collar. “I swear, Lambert, I will burn you to a crisp if you worry me like that again for no reason.” He growled in warning, letting a small puff of fire out to emphasise his threat.

“... Well shit. Sometimes I forget you’re part dragon…” Lambert laughed warily, his eyes wide with surprise.

Eskel put a tentative hand on the smaller student’s shoulder and Jaskier slowly lowered Lambert back down after taking a deep breath. “Hey, why don’t you go stay with Geralt until they release him while we go deal with the aftermath of the party. They only want to keep him until some of the side effects wear off ‘cause he reacted oddly to what they used to knock him out. It left him a little, uh, weird. He’s completely fine, really.” Eskel insisted softly, understanding how upsetting the situation must have been. He was glad his brother had someone who cared so deeply about his well being. With a pat to Jaskier’s shoulder, the scarred brunette steered Lambert out of the place, cuffing him upside the head lightly for being an asshole. “Oh, and his room is 109.” He called just before they exited.

The musician sighed before sweeping a hand through his hair, trying to tamp the last of his nerves down before heading off to find his dear wolf. A soft beeping is what greeted him once he reached the small dimly lit room and stepped in. And then a low whistle followed after his entrance which had him smirking and huffing a laugh. “Wow… You don’t look like a nurse.” Geralt’s confused but curious voice filled the space as he openly eyed Jaskier up and down.

Jaskier raised an eyebrow, wondering what his boyfriend was getting at. “You would be correct, I’m not a nurse nor do I think I would be any good at the profession.” He couldn’t keep the amusement from his voice or the soft smile from spreading across his lips as relief flooded him. Geralt seemed fine for the most part, other than the sling cradling his arm.

A hum followed before he opened his mouth to speak again. “So, do you go into random hospital rooms to magically serenade them better?” He asked, smirking and nodding toward the guitar that Jaskier kept forgetting was still in hand.

Alright, he did seem oddly talkative, which wasn’t bad in any way just odd, but Jaskier was just happy he was in one piece so he indulged him. “No, but I do perform at a bar quite a lot.” He announced proudly as he walked over to take a seat at the side of the bed and set his instrument down.

“Hmm… So, talented and beautiful.” Geralt nodded to himself, his voice sounding so confident that it had Jaskier blushing and tongue tied. “Are you seeing anyone right now?”

Ah! So that was what Eskel meant by weird.The question made Jaskier snort but he reached a hand out and put it atop one of Geralt’s, patting it. “Sadly yes. I am currently dating someone.” He nodded solemnly, deciding that this was too cute not to prolong.

Geralt’s hand turned over and gently but firmly held Jaskier’s hand. He met the musician’s gaze with a very serious expression that left no room for joking. “Have they proposed yet?”

Jaskier stamped down a fit of giggles and gave a solemn sigh. “Not as of yet.” He fluttered his eyelashes as he looked down at their hands in overly dramatic dejection.

“Tsk! Fucking idiot.” Geralt grumbled before tugging Jaskier’s hand to get him to look up at him. “If I proposed right now, would you leave that idiot for me?” He asked in complete earnestness.

Jaskier had to raise a hand and placed it on his lips to hide the amused smile as he desperately held back giggles. He didn’t trust himself to speak so he shook his head lightly in response.

“Yah. I thought so. You look too nice to do such a thing. Your boyfriend may be an idiot but he’s lucky to have you.” The disappointment that openly showed on Geralt’s face had him finally take pity on his lover.

“Darling, I can’t leave my lovely boyfriend because he’s laying right here and I am oh so terribly fond of him. I can think of no one I would rather be with.” He spoke honestly, flashing his wolf a shy smile which drew a happy gasp from the other.

The next minute, he found himself pulled into Geralt’s lap as the man looked at him as if he hung the moon. “I must be the luckiest fucking idiot in the world.” He sighed happily as he hugged Jaskier and buried his face in his neck so Geralt could kiss anywhere he could reach. “I have the hottest, sweetest wife in the world-- or wait, do you prefer husband? Shit! I haven’t gotten you a ring or asked yet…” The man looked up at him in slight panic.

Jaskier laughed openly now, unable to wipe the smile off his face as he gently took Geralt’s face in his hands and kissed the ridiculous man. “Oh dear heart… I’m never letting you forget this…” He giggled as he was pulled down more so they could cuddle. He thanked Melitele for keeping his love safe as the two showered one another with soft kisses and whispered ‘I love yous’.

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waywardnerd67 · 4 years

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Worth the Whiskey

Summary: Dying with the Mark of Cain changed Dean Winchester. Now parading off with Crowley, the one person who could get him to listen to reason shows back up in his life. But is seeing her enough to make him play nice? Characters: Demon!Dean Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader (past) Warnings: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 1256 Prompt: “There’s no point running.” A/N: This is for @crashdevlin Cassie’s 3K Review-abration. Song featured in fic is “Ain’t Worth the Whiskey” by Cole Swindell.

Dean winked at the pretty little waitress who poured him another shot of whiskey. The beautiful shade of pink spread across her cheeks making the corner of his lips curl into smirk.

“Thanks sweetheart.”

His attention turned back to the poor sap on stage shouting the lyrics to Bon Jovi’s ‘Living on a Prayer’. Downing the shot in front of him, Dean grabbed signaled for another one carrying it up on stage with him. He told the DJ what song he wanted and stood up to the mic. He was feeling nostalgic for some reason and recently heard a sound that resonated with him. Well… with the old him.

“I don't care that you done me wrong. 'Cause I've already moved on. I don't care what his name is. Girl it is what it is. I won't waste a dime or the bartenders time. Trying to catch a buzz over the thought of us.”

His baritone voice flowed through the speakers surprising a few of the regulars that had heard him up on that very stage before. No, tonight there was a little more effort in his song choice. The last remaining feelings that clung to his stone cold heart coming out from his mouth.

“But I'll drink to a country song. To another long work week gone. And I'll raise my glass to a long lost buddy I ain't seen. I might stay for one more round or I might close this place down. But don't think for a second I'm out to drown your memory. Baby you ain't worth the whiskey.”

He closed his eyes, the image of her materializing. Her beautiful (Y/C/H) hair and brilliant (Y/C/E) eyes that always saw past his bullshit. His hands caressing the mic stand like it was every perfect curve of her body.

“It don't matter what your friends say. They never liked me anyway, so if they see me drunk in this bar. It ain't over a broken heart. 'Cause I'm drinkin' to a country song. To another long work week gone. And I'm raisin my glass to a long lost buddy I ain't seen. I might stay for one more round or I might close this place down. But don't think for a second I'm out to drown your memory. Baby you ain't worth the whiskey.”

As if his mind conjured the very image from his mind, Dean opened his eyes to see her standing at the bar. Her eyes piercing through what little of a soul he had left. The same black leather jacket he gave to her clung to around her body. He sang out the last bit of the song dedicated just to her.

“I might stay for one more round. Hell, I might close this place down but don't think for a second I'm out to drown your memory. No don't think for one second I'm out to drown your memory. Girl, you ain't worth the whiskey. No, baby you ain't worth the whiskey.”

He downed the shot of whiskey he held as she smirked walking towards the stage. Dean set the shot glass on the speaker as he walked off the stage towards the back hallway. If she were a mirage then he did not have to worry about her following him. On the chance she was really here after all these years then he needed to get as far away as he could. Maybe Crowley would want to meet up in another town on the other side of the country.

“There’s no point running.”

Her velvety smooth voice stopped him in his tracks. Turning to face her he flashed his best shit eat grin, “Well, well what brings a respectable, normal girl like you to the likes of this low life establishment?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “You know exactly why I’m here. Sam called me and figured I’m the only one who could knock some sense into your dumb demon ass.”

For a moment fiery rage followed throughout his veins and the mark burned on his arm, “I’d watched what you say sweetheart. I won’t hesitate to hurt you.” His hand twitched towards the vibrating bone blade resting at his lower back.

“Awe, don’t tease a girl with a good time if you’re not willing to fulfill that promise. Me, on the other hand, can promise you all kinds of fun once you’re in these.” She held up the demon cuffs courtesy of his little brother.

He chuckled walking towards her, “You’ve been out of the game too long to wrestle with the likes of me. I’m not just a low life demon. I’m a Knight of Hell baby.��

He flashed his coal black eyes at her to get her to flinch. When she stepped closer to him not even reacting to his new dark eyes, Dean knew he was in a world of trouble.

She snaked her hand up into his hair pulling it roughly, “Oh pretty boy if you only knew what I’ve been doing with my time. Knight of Hell, cute. Try an Archangel of the Lord.”

Dean’s eyes widened as her dark shadowy wings branched out from her shoulders and blinding light surrounded them. All the years they had hunted together, slept together and he never knew.

“H-How… Did you keep this from me? From Sam and Cas?”

She smiled, “I’ll tell you all about my orders from Heaven after you’re a good little Knight of Hell and put the cuffs on.”

The mark burned hotter against his skin and the donkey jaw was shaking violently. He shoved her grabbing his weapon and narrowing his black eyes at her.

“I don’t think so sweetheart.”

She tilted her head to the side with a grin, “Fine. Have it your way.”

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Dean’s eyes slowly opened as his head throbbed. Trying to move his arms or legs finding they were bound to a chair. He looked around the familiar dungeon that hid away in the Men of Letters bunker. He could still feel the mark’s power flowing through his veins and the darkness of succumbing to the mark still resting within him.

Looking up he found Sam with his arm in a sling, Cas looking exhausted and (Y/N) casually sitting at a table with her boot covered feet resting on the top of it.

“I don’t remember RSVPing to a reunion. Hiya Sammy.”

(Y/N) got up walking towards him and sitting across his lap, “The reunion is yet to come. Sam is going to perform the cleansing ritual and you’re going to allow him too.”

“Oh I am? Please do tell me, why am I going to let him turn me back into some pathetic, weak human again?” He bared his teeth at her as his eyes slowly turned to black.

She leaned in brushing her nose against his, “Because if not then I’m going to smite your demon ass into dust. If you think I’m joking then ask Castiel how I’ve been spending my time away from you.”

He growled as she got up walking past Sam and Cas but stopping at the door. “I want my Dean back so I can tell him the truth. If my Dean is truly lost to this world then your meatsuit means nothing to me. I will search all of Hell and Heaven to get my Dean back.”

He watched her walk out of the room and a small pang of heartache sparked a light in the pit of darkness consuming his soul.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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Make It Through The Night (Part 3)

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Summary: The reader meets Dean’s friend, Benny, but everything isn’t as smooth sailing as it seems...

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Pairing: Apocalypse!Dean x reader

Square: Dean Winchester

Word Count: 3,100ish

Warnings: langauge, minor violence

A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo

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“Morning sunshine,” said Dean as you walked into the kitchen. “Eggs and rice for breakfast.”

“It’s hot. I ain’t complaining,” you said, fixing your arm in it’s sling.

“You change your bandages out yet?” he asked. You yawned and nodded, taking a seat at the counter. “Ever been shot before?”

“No. Hurts like a bitch,” you said, looking around. “So where’s the rice come from?”

“One of the largest rice distribution plants is about twenty minutes down the road. I stocked up,” he said.

“Smart move,” you said. “So where the hell am I exactly? This place I mean.”

“Short version, there used to be these guys, Men of Letters. My grandpa was one. This was their base of operations. They got wiped out in the fifties though,” said Dean. “They used to research monsters, how to kill them, that sort of thing. Through a very long series of events which started long before I was born, I wound up being raised by a hunter, my dad. Along with Sam. Hunters used to kill monsters back when the world was normal and no one knew about this stuff. After my dad died, it was me and Sam for a while and a whole bunch of other bad shit happened and then he got on demon blood and we went our separate ways. I ended up meeting my grandpa who traveled through time before he died and he told me about this place. It’s safe from monsters, demons, you name it. It runs itself. There’s a bunch of information in that library that might be useful. It’s pretty...I lost you at the time traveling grandpa, didn’t I.”

“If that’s the short version, I can’t imagine the long,” you said, resting your head against your palm. “You’re serious?”

“My life’s always been strange. Everyone else finally caught up a year ago,” he said.

“It’s completely safe here?” you asked.

“I mean, nothing is completely safe but it’s probably the safest place on the planet,” he said.

“Good,” you said, closing your eyes. “I could do with someplace safe.”

“It’s not pretty out there. The world now I mean,” he said, handing you a plate, your eyes fluttering open.

“Those guys were probably going to sell me to a monster...or a demon. It seems to be the hot commodity,” you said.

“Speaking of which, after breakfast, you’re gonna have to get tatted up,” said Dean.

“Um, what?” you said as you started to eat.

“Tattoo,” he said, pulling aside his flannel and t shirt, showing off a tattoo on his chest. “Anti-possession. A demon can’t take over your body that way.”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s probably good to have,” you said. “You know how to do tattoo’s?”

“Personally, no but one of my friends should be getting back home soon. He was out on a supply run,” said Dean.

“Oh. Cool,” you said.

“Y/N,” he said, poking at his food. “I thought about last night, what we talked about, what you said. You’re right. I can’t kill Sam. I never could. I don’t want to kill him. It’s my job to fucking protect him. I’m not going to give up on him. I want to try to talk to him, figure out how to catch him and get him off of the demon blood, get rid of his powers. That’s the only option. I know you offered but I won’t go down that road.”

“No killing Sam. Okay,” you said with a nod. “We’ll figure something out then.”

“Thank you,” said Dean.

Thirty minutes later you were in the library trying to figure out some basics about demons when the front door opened and man in combat gear came walking down the stairs with a box.

“I found you extremely stale gummy bears. You’re welcome,” said the man, setting the box down on the war room table, staring at you. “Cher.”

“What?” you asked, glancing at Dean.

“It’s a nickname thing he does. Y/N, this is Benny. Ex-vampire I met in purgatory. Benny, this is Y/N. Met her yesterday when a few unscrupulous fellas were on my property again,” said Dean.

“Vampire,” you said, instinctively getting out of your seat and taking a few steps back.

“Ex-vampire,” said Dean as he flipped through a book. “He doesn’t bite.”

“Unless you’re into that,” he smiled, flashing you a wink.

“Dude. I get that the dating pool is limited but-”

“Excuse, Dean,” said Benny, ruffling his hair as he went past and took a seat. “He’s a worrier. Plus it’s fun to tease him. He’s totally into you anyways.”

You blinked slowly, Dean giving Benny a bitchface.

“Let’s not scare off the first company we’ve had in oh, months? Hm?” said Dean.

“Ignoring the purgatory part of that sentence for right now, how does one become an ex-vampire?” you asked, staring at Benny.

“Ordinarily there’s a cure but it only works if the person has never tasted human blood and if you have the fang of the vamp that turned you. Benny though...well when we got out of purgatory, he was still a vamp,” said Dean.

“I was almost at the point of asking Deano to end it for me. I knew I would break and hurt someone. But the world decided to go to shit and I drank from an infected person. I got really sick. Majorly sick,” said Benny, peeling off his boots and kicking up his feet in a nearby chair.

“We tried the cure, figured what the hell and now Benny is as human as the day he was born,” said Dean. “He’s like really fucking old by the way.”

“Shut up,” said Benny, pushing Dean’s face, a smile popping up on it for a moment. “So ex-vampire. No need to be afraid.”

“Alright,” you said as you sat back down.

“What’s with the chicken wing?” asked Benny, nodding at you.

“Shot yesterday. Graze on the arm, through and through in the shoulder,” said Dean, flipping through his book again. “Y/N’s gonna stay here, help with the Sam situation.”

“Good. We could always use a few more hands,” said Benny.

“How many hands are there?” you asked.

“There’s a network of hunters out there. It’s not huge but it’d be useful to get close to Sam,” said Dean. “Plan’s changed by the way, Benny. We take him alive and cure him or it’s the end of us.”

“Whatever you want, brother,” said Benny, standing up with a sigh. “I’ve been on the road all night. I’m gonna shower and crash before I have to head out again.”

“I’ll need a tat done before you go. Gonna stick around more than a day for once?” asked Dean.

“I’ll be here a few days. I know you miss this pretty face, Deano,” he said. Dean rolled his eyes and Benny wandered off down a different hall.

“So purgatory...no one can ever say you have not led a full life,” you said. Dean chuckled and leaned back in his seat.

“Full of horrors. But yeah, I suppose you’re right. It’s been interesting,” he said.

“Did you like...die,” you said, Dean cocking his head. “Purgatory.”

“No. Accidentally wound up there when I killed a special kind of monster. I met up with Benny there. We found a way out together,” said Dean. “Just because a monster is a monster...they can be your friend too. I got a buddy who’s a werewolf actually.”

“Here I thought study abroad would make me exciting,” you said. Dean smiled and slid over his book to you.

“Read this one. It’ll give you some good info. We’ll go over some good ways to kill demons maybe later in the week,” he said.

“I’m not a soldier. I don’t know...everything I know, I picked up on my own,” you said.

“I’m pretty confident in your abilities,” he said. “We don’t have to go after Sam this second. Something like this, we need to know our game plan first and I don’t even know where to start so focus on healing and training a bit for now.”

“Alright,” you said, Benny cutting back in wearing nothing but his boxers.

“Dude. We have a lady in the house now,” said Dean.

“She can walk around in her underwear too. I don’t care,” said Benny, going to the box and pulling out a bottle of soap.

“You and your old spice you freak,” said Dean.

“Don’t knock it,” said Benny. “There’s some shaving cream in there too in case you decide to shave that peach fuzz.”

“Asshole,” said Dean as Benny laughed, carrying the box away with him.

“I like the beard,” you said with a shrug.

“See, brother? Match made in heaven right here,” he said.

“Oh shut up,” said Dean. “Go get clean. You smell filthy.”

“Whatever you say,” he said, whistling as he went.

“Sorry. He’s a bit...Benny sometimes,” said Dean.

“I like him,” you said, glancing through the pages.

“You actually like the beard?” he asked. Your eyes glanced over and met his, noticing just how pretty of a green they were.

“It suits you. You look like some badass or something,” you said. He smirked and you rolled your eyes. “Oh my God. I can only handle one man-child at a time.”

“Speaking of badasses, you’ll need some new gear. I’ll take a look around in storage,” he said. “Also, I am so not a man-child.”

“Gummy bears?” you said with a smile.

“Touche,” he said, grabbing his notebook and jogging up into the library. “You get bored of reading come find me. I’m sure we can find something for you to work on.”

“Hey,” said Dean a few hours later. You let out a hiss and grit your teeth, Benny wiping off your bicep. “How’d she do?”

“She was good,” he said. “Barely made a peep.”

“How’s it look?” you asked.

“Good,” said Dean. “It’s just a precaution we have to take.”

“No, it’s fine. I probably should have gone with the right arm is all,” you said, wincing a bit.

“Come on you two. Dinner’s done,” said Dean. You followed him back down the hall while Benny turned off the equipment. Dean plopped a bottle of pills in front of you at the table. You shook your head and he took two out, putting them on your plate. “Y/N. Take the pain meds. It’s fine.”

“So you come up with anything today?” you asked as Benny joined you, diving into his bowl of stew.

“Maybe. I was thinking Ben, we could retrofit the dungeon, turn it into a holding cell, detox chamber kind of thing,” said Dean.

“It could work. How we get him inside is another problem,” said Benny.

“Do you think you could work on gathering materials, figuring out the best way to build a safe room?” asked Dean.

“I can think of something. I’ll head up North, visit Donna. She’s good with that sort of thing,” said Benny.

“So are you two an item yet or are you still living in denial?” asked Dean, giving him a smirk.

“Who? Me and Donna?” scoffed Benny. “No way. Strictly platonic. We both been burned before.”

“I know about the camping store incident,” smirked Dean. “Benny bear.”

“Fine. We’re dating. You girls gonna chat about this too?” he said, crossing his arms.

“Maybe. We do love to talk about boys and braid our hair,” teased Dean. “Nah, man, that’s great. You and Donna make a good team. Tactically.”

“Shut up. Worse than a high school girl,” said Benny. “You see what I’ve been dealing with during the end of the world?”

“Is she cute?” you asked, Benny throwing up his hands.

“Oh yeah,” said Dean with a laugh. “Donna’s a pretty girl. Sweet as can be but she’s tough. She and Jody…”

He trailed off and pursed his lips, Benny nodding.

“Jody didn’t make it,” said Benny. “Demons. If you guys are all set, I’m gonna head out soon.”

“You travel at night?” you asked.

“Safer actually,” said Dean. “Most of the infected people, they still sleep for some reason. Benny can get up to Sioux falls by dawn pretty good this way.”

“Write down any gear you think you may need,” he said, finishing off his drink before he took off.

“Why is he leaving already?” you asked. “He just got here this morning.”

“He has a job to do and I told it to him,” said Dean. “Benny moves at his own pace. If he wants to go tonight, he can go, I won’t baby him.”

“Doesn’t he want to rest?”

“Benny crashed most of the day. He’s good,” said Dean. “Unlike you. Early bedtime tonight.”

“What are you, my mother?” you mumbled.

“Do I need to be?” he asked. You rolled your eyes and went back to your food, Dean finishing his off before he started to pick up.

You closed your eyes and rested your head against the table.

“I feel funny,” you said. “Did you drug me?”

“It’s the pain med’s, dumbass. They’re kicking in. It’s pretty strong stuff,” he said. He walked over and sat you upright. “Finish your food and then you can sleep.”

“Or you drugged me,” you said, reaching for your knife. Dean quickly knocked it away and you pulled the gun out of the back of his pants. He froze as you turned off the safety.

“Y/N. Calm down. No one’s going to hurt you,” said Dean.

“Back up,” you mumbled. He stared at you before you were suddenly on the floor, gun back in his hands.

“Are you infected?” he asked, aiming the gun at you. “Are you?”

“Whoa,” said Benny as he came rushing back in. “What the hell is going on in here?”

“She thinks I drugged her which is insane,” said Dean.

“This ain’t pain medication, dip shit,” you said, flipping him off as you propped yourself up against the wall, the cold floor making you shiver. “Fuck you. You’re the one that’s nuts, not me.”

“You’re both idiots,” said Benny. He walked over to you and reached behind his back, a pair of restraints around your wrists. You shoulder would have been killing you if it weren’t for the drugs. “I drugged her.”

“Excuse me,” said Dean, suddenly lowering the gun and tucking it away. “You did what, Benjamin?”

“I heard of this chick, the second you said her name I knew who she was. She knows Sam.”

You shook your head when Dean slowly turned and stared you down.

“I don’t. I swear,” you said.

“I definitely heard of some demon talking about this chick right here and Sam,” said Benny.

“You’re thinking an inside job?” asked Dean, pulling the gun out again.

“Possibly. Could be a human that decided to side with what she thinks is the winning side,” said Benny. “Could be a lot of things but point is, we can’t trust her.”

You were too tired to say anything more, simply sat there and shut your eyes, trying not to think of how odds are you wouldn’t be waking up again.

“Y/N,” said Dean. You breathed slowly, Dean’s hand on your shoulder shaking you. “Y/N. You with Sam or not?”

Last thing you remembered you slumped over, straight to the ground.

“Hey,” said Dean. Something wet was on your forehead, a washcloth if you had to guess. It took a moment for you to get your bearings, finding yourself in your room strangely. “Relax. You’re okay.”

“Drugged me,” you said, frowning at him, pushing the washcloth away. “Asshole.”

“Benny made a mistake,” said Dean.

“I wanna go,” you said, shutting your eyes, head swimming. “Let me go.”

“You can go. Just let this stuff get out of your system first,” said Dean. He took the cloth away and you scowled when he put it back. “I’ll make up your bag for you.”

Four hours later you were standing in the garage, trying to get your bag on unsuccessfully.

“Y/N,” said Dean quietly. “Maybe you should stay.”

“Maybe you need better friends,” you said, throwing the bag on, immediately shooting a hand to your shoulder. You sniffled and swallowed hard, giving Dean a dirty look when he stared at you. “What?”

“We both know that if you go out in your condition, the first sign of trouble and you’re dead,” he said.

“What do you care?” you said. You tried heading out but the pain was too much and you had to shrug off the backpack.

“Something is going on. Benny was adamant that he heard something involving you. I was adamant that whatever your part in this is, you aren’t the bad guy,” said Dean. “You know how it is now. You can’t take chances and Benny wasn’t taking one. But I will.”

You sighed and set the bag down.

“Why?” you asked dryly.

“Because you’re not the bad guy. If you want to go, you can go. Or you can stay and recover and maybe you can help me save my brother.”

You spun around and went past him, heading inside.

“Next time something like that happens, I shoot. No questions asked,” you said. “And don’t think I didn’t realize you put a brick in the bottom of my bag.”

“Welcome back, Y/N.”

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A/N: Read Part 4 here!

#supernatural #spngenrebingo #spn #dean x reader #dean winchester #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean #winchester #dean spn #au #apocalypse au #bearded!dean #apocalypse!dean x reader

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spacedoutbunny · 3 years

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Chapter 1

She was perched on the rooftop like a bird would perch if birds perched on this particular rooftop. Except they didn`t. Birds avoided this particular rooftop because they knew she perched there. It was almost out of respect for her two leggedness of perching.

She stared into the street before a crowd of people had begun to form. Soon there would be too many. And so, she betook herself off from perching to sliding down the roof and then to the gutter and then to falling off. She had to fall just right and so she waited.

Two nights previously the Abegaineo Family had sat down to have a conference. It was to discuss who, if anyone wanted the job would become head of the family.

It was an annual discussion, that generally ended up with a vacant chair.

Mostly it was an opportunity to come together to discuss what had happend during the past year and have a rather nice party. Introductions for marriage were also discussed where necessary for family continuity was paramount. Each branch carefully chosen. But bloodlines always from outside the family. No one who was not family could attend. And this meant no one who was not family usually had no clue they were under discussion.

If rejected then the rejected one would never see or hear from his or her potential mate every again. There were rules in place for a reason.

Everyone took the name Abegaineo once chosen. No one ever left the family. Death was the only exit, but at this point even Death knew better than to take any within their ranks.

They all just took up positions “Elsewhere” it was just how it worked.

Those who had known when the chair had been filled had long since gone “elsewhere”. No one was here who remembered at this particular gathering.

There was light music coming from the ballroom. It had a slightly eerie edge as though something was a little off kilter. Listen too long and it could set your teeth on edge. Listen longer and the need to start a fight grew. After that it was too late and usually involved rubber rooms.

Chapter 2

Two days later and outside, the percher was close to falling. And so she did. The person who caught her however, was not who she was expecting to catch her.

One step back and two streets over the intended catcher walked on oblivious. She had been redirected by a series of events that did not seem contrived, but in fact were.

The recipient of the falling girl was surprised and not delighted. He had been carrying a painting at arms length so as not to bend or break it. So his arms had been extended in the correct position for falling into. The girl did not yet know it was the wrong person.

The painting fell out of his hands at the exact moment she hit. And a bunch of expletives followed after. The girls pride was a little hurt. The mans anger and concern for the painting over the person, put her back up. She stood up quickly enough and was about to lay into him when she really noticed his eyes, and then his hands which once again were holding the painting.

“She apologised. She actually apologised”

Across the street hidden in shadow Hecate stood talking to her companion, a sparrow. The bird perched on Hecate`s shoulder. “But it was the wrong one” he shrilled. “Where has Nona got to?Nona was supposed to catch her! This took bloody weeks to set up and it`s all but banjaxed, I`m going to check up on Nona” and the sparrow flew off.

Nona had wandered into a Cafe she sat looking out at the people walking past as she sipped her coffee. they all had the same bored expression. “Ruddy Robots”. She sighed and got up after finishing and continued down the street.

A sparrow flew past her head and hit a window, it fell to the ground.

Nona had not seen it. She was walking without really paying attention the projects in her head were outweighing the noises surround her, the people were a blur.

A sparrow flew right past her and it a window, it fell to the ground.

She did not see it.

The third time it happened and Nona ignored it the sparrow flew off muttering.

“Did you just say `for fucks sake?`”

The sparrow came back round and hit a window right in front of her face, and landed on the ground at her feet. She nearly trod on it but instead bent down to pick it up. “Bloody suicidal birds.” she placed it gently on a table. It fluttered its wings pathetically. “Good God you want me to take you home?” Flutter “Ah what the heck. People think I`m nuts anyway” and she picked the sparrow up. “Better find you a box or something.”

She rooted around in an recycling bin and found an empty box and put the sparrow inside. She continued to root around inside the bin. She found a bit of wood, some bubble wrap and an orange that was close to going mouldy and there was a painting just thrown to one side. The picture intrigued her and the rest she could find a use for. She carried it all along till she found a spare poly bag floating down the street, then placed most of the items into the bag.

The box with the sparrow in contained it and the bubble wrap, but no air holes. The sparrow was comfy but pissed off at the lack of air.

Nona finally made it back to her flat/studio. she opened the box. The sparrow fluttered weakly. “I bet you need water” she said. The sparrow was thinking it could do with a gin sling right about now.

Nona found a pipette. The sparrow was really hopeful when it saw the clear liquid and nearly choked when water went past its beak.

Chapter 3

Meanwhile Hecate was watching her main charge walk along with the man with the painting still held at arms length.

Arabat-Lile,better known as Lily, kept pace with the man and his painting. Still apologising, it fell on deaf ears. This man was a nightmare. He tripped over stuff and nearly fell, he bumped into people and got banged a lot. It was only because Lily steered him, that he made it to his destination. A museum. He almost tripped up the stairs but made it inside and down to the store room where he gingerly placed the painting on the floor against a wall.

He looked around and finally noticed Lily, and almost jumped out of his skin, falling backward. He might at that point, have crushed the painting, but Lily grabbed his arm and pulled him forward, so he fell into her. Once again their eyes met. She saw a flash of light, literally a flash, then it vanished. He saw her face and realised it was symmetrical. Both said “Wow”

Hecate still hiding in the shadows just said “shit” it was very deep.

Hecate needed information and quickly. Everything that could have gone wrong “had” gone wrong and she knew nothing about `Calamity` as she had begun to call him. Not his name, nor his purpose, not a damn thing except he couldn't function well at all. As human males went he was ... well ... clumsy.

Lily had managed to get them out of the storeroom and into a cafe on site at the museum.

“You mean you had no idea you were coming here?” Lily asked

“No, none at all. One minute I was rooting around in an antique shop and the next I found that painting and I knew I had to take it here directly.

Lily stared at him “It`s a Blue you know.” Calamity raised an eyebrow.

“Blue as in Ambrose Blue?. There were no known Ambrose Blue paintings left to be discovered unless perhaps it was in a private collection.” Lily said echoing what the curator had said.

The curator who had been passed the painting had been sceptical about its origin. “There are NO Ambrose Blue paintings left around” he snorted at the idea. And then on closer inspection he had nearly choked and having left a photograph and a paper of ownership with Calamity had whisked it off to be authenticated.

“if it is a Blue” Lily continued “then it would appear you may be quite well off”

Calamity sipped his coffee carefully “You think?” he asked. “You knew it could be a Blue but to be honest I know very little about art as a rule, I`m more a collector of old Games and consoles. I was rummaging around for an old Nintendo when I found the painting.”

“Games?” Lily asked. The blank look on her face spoke volumes

“You know PS4, Xbox, Nintendo, Game Cube.” He searched her face for signs of her taking the mickey.

“I`ve played Poker before does that count? Only I wasn`t very good at it and lost to be honest”

“Where have you been hiding all these years?” Calamity was thunderstruck. “The Moon?”

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chicgeekgirl89 · 4 years

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The Floor is Snakes

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Sonny Quinn, Clay Spenser, and the rest of the boys.

Summary: Sonny and Clay find themselves in a very slippery situation. Shenanigans ensue. This one is for @bluenet13 who suggested the plot based on a mutually beloved episode of “Sea Patrol.” Oh and fair warning, Sonny uses the F-bomb. A lot.

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“Oh shit,” Sonny said, heart pounding so fast it hurt. “Oh god fucking damn it all to fucking hell…”

Obscenities continued to tumble out of his mouth at a rapid rate as he perched precariously on top of a table.

“Sonny, just relax,” Clay called from across the room where he was standing on a chair.

“Don’t fucking tell me to fucking relax,” Sonny snapped, pressing himself more tightly against the wall as he stared at the floor. “This is your fucking fault!”

“How is it my fault?!”

“You’re the one who volunteered us to come down here and check things out!”

“Somebody had to do it.”

“Yeah somebody! It didn’t have to be us!”

“You’re panicking,” Clay said, irrationally calm despite their situation. “This is not a good time to panic.”

“We are standing in a god damn snake pit, I will panic if I want to!”

It had all started out normally enough. Bravo had busted through the doors of a house, only to find it empty, their baddie apparently having vacated the premises already. It sucked, but sometimes that’s how it went down.

It was only when they’d gone to clear the rest of the house that things had gone terrifyingly wrong. Clay and Sonny had headed down into the basement to check things out. They’d cleared the room, but Clay had spotted something at the far end he wanted to check out.

When they’d turned they’d found at least a dozen snakes, (possibly more, Sonny hadn’t stopped to count), writhing and squirming all over the floor. Where they had come from was a mystery but neither of them really cared about that at the moment. And that was how they’d both ended up in their current predicament of standing on furniture above the wriggling mass of certain death.

“Who the hell does this guy think he is? Fucking Indiana Jones? Who keeps snakes in their basement?” Sonny said.

“Indiana Jones didn’t have a snake pit, it was in the temp—“

“Clay, I swear to god, if you start talking to me about the semantics of that movie right now I am going to shoot you.” Sonny was breathing like he’d just run a marathon, panic crawling inside of him as the floor slithered and moved. A memory hit him and he immediately squeezed his eyes shut.

“Why are you closing your eyes?” Clay asked.

“Cobras can spit up to eight feet!”

“There’s no cobras in here. And even if there were I don’t think any of them have been to sniper school.”

Sonny cracked open one eye to glare at him. “Oh yeah? What are you some kind of snake expert? You got a degree in snake-ology? Because unless you do, I am not going to believe a word you say.”

Clay rolled his eyes. “We need a plan.”

“No shit.” Sonny thought for a second and then lifted his weapon.

“What are you doing?!”

“I’m going to shoot ‘em.”

“You can’t shoot all of them. And if you try you’ll probably end up hitting one of us with a ricochet. The floor’s cement.”

“Fair point.” Sonny lowered his gun. “You got a better plan?”

Clay looked down at the floor and back up at him. “Not yet. I’m working on it.”

“This could have been Brock and Trent,” Sonny said, shaking his head as a trickle of sweat ran down the back of his neck.

“You know, you didn’t exactly speak up and say no when I volunteered us!” Clay snapped.

“Well next time I’ll decide what we check out!” Sonny snapped back.

“Fine!”

One of the snakes gave a loud hiss and they both recoiled. “Okay, we need to get out of here now,” Sonny said. “My tombstone is not reading ‘Killed to death by poisonous snakes’.”

“Venomous.”

“What?”

“Snakes are venomous, not poisonous. If you bite it and it makes you sick, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you get sick, it’s venomous.”

Sonny gritted his teeth. “We already know you’re smarter than fucking Wikipedia you don’t have to keep trying to prove it!” he snarled.

“I’m just saying—Never mind.” Clay looked around the room. “All right. Okay. I have an idea. D’you ever play the floor is lava?”

“Clay we’ve already got fucking snakes in here, we don’t need lava too.”

“No.” Clay rolled his eyes. “It’s a kid game. You have to get all the way across the room without touching the floor.”

“Well how am I going to do that Superman? Just grow wings? Fall into a vat of toxic radiation and get some super powers?”

“You know, you’re not being very helpful!” Clay retorted. “Do you want to get out of here or not?”

“Yes. God yes. All right, how do we do it?”

“Okay, so, first you’re going to go from the table to that chair.” Clay nodded toward a chair about three feet away from Sonny’s current location. “Then from the chair onto that counter.”

“What am I, a cat?”

Clay ignored him and continued. “I’m going to go onto the desk, then the chair, and then onto the counter after you. From there…” He looked up. “We’re going to have to grab that support beam and swing for the stairs. Try to land at least three steps up.”

“Try?!”

“Sonny, this is all we’ve got, are you in or not?” Clay snapped, clearly fed up.

He looked down at the floor and swallowed hard. “I’m in.”

He took a breath and jumped, landing hard on the chair, which tipped precariously. “Careful!” Clay yelled.

“I’m not a damn ballerina!” Sonny growled as he steadied himself.

“We don’t have all day here Son.”

“I’m going!” Sonny leapt for the counter, not an easy feat as it was about a four foot jump and several inches higher than the chair. He barely got one foot on it, the other dangling dangerously close to the floor before he pulled it up.

Clay’s first jump took him safely to the desk and then it was just a short hop to the chair. Sonny reached out and helped pull him up onto the counter, then looked up at the beam. “That’s a big jump,” he said.

Clay nodded. “I know.” He looked at Sonny. “Go for it.”

“Why do I have to go first?”

“Senior man on the team.”

“You suck.” He stared up at the beam. “Count to three.”

“What?”

“Just count to three damn it!”

“All right! One, two, three!”

Sonny didn’t move. Clay raised his eyebrows. “Any day now here…”

“I’m going! Count again.”

Clay gave a sigh of long suffering. “One. Two. THREE!”

Sonny jumped, hands outstretched and grabbed the beam and then swung as hard as he could toward the stairs, landing with a loud thud and slamming his knee painfully into the old wood. He got his balance turned around slowly. “Your turn!”

Clay took a flying leap and soared toward Sonny, crashing right into his chest. Sonny’s arms went around him, keeping them both from falling back toward certain snake death. “You good?” Sonny asked gruffly.

“Yeah,” Clay said, breathing hard. “You?”

“Yeah.”

They both looked back down at their reptile pals. “Bravo Three, Bravo Six, status report,” Jason said over comms.

“Oh now he asks,” Sonny said, reaching for his radio. “This is Bravo Three, sorry for the delay, we were busy escaping from a pit of snakes.”

There was a long silence and then Ray’s voice. “Bravo Three, say again your last?”

“You heard me Bravo Two. This fucker’s got a basement full of snakes.”

Another silence. “Copy that Bravo Three, we’re coming to you.”

Five minutes later the rest of Bravo team came down the hall to find Sonny and Clay waiting at the top of the basement stairs. “There really snakes down there?” Metal asked.

Clay nodded toward the door. “Go look for yourselves.”

The whole group tromped down the steps. Apparently Ray was the first to get a good look because they heard him say, “Holy shit,” and then everyone came back up a little bit faster than they’d gone down.

“Either of you get bit?” Trent asked, eying them both as if looking for symptoms.

Sonny shook his head. “Nope. Too fast for ‘em.”

“Never seen Sonny move so fast in his life,” Clay said with a grin. “He was up on a table before I even knew what was happening.”

“Hey, he who is slowest gets eaten first,” Sonny said pointing a finger at him. “When it comes down to self preservation I’m quick.”

“All right, house is clear, let’s get out of here,” Jason said.

“Put this down in the books as one of the weird ones,” Ray said as they all headed for the door.

Something hit the back of Sonny’s leg and he jumped about three feet, nearly knocking over Trent and causing Cerberus let out a sharp bark. Metal smirked at him and held up a stick. “You’re right Spenser, he does move pretty fast.”

Sonny glared at him. “You better sleep with one eye open.”

“Why, you gonna put a snake in my boot cowboy?” Metal jabbed at him again with the stick and Sonny grabbed it. “You’re an asshole,” he said.

“So we gotta add snakes to your list of phobias, huh Sonny boy? It’s getting so long it’s hard to keep track,” Ray said. “Sharks.”

“Spiders,” Brock said.

“Scorpions,” Trent said.

“Earthquakes,” Clay said.

“Women over thirty,” Jason said, making the rest of the team roar with laughter.

“You know I wasn’t the only one in that basement,” Sonny said sourly. “Why don’t you all try making fun of Crocodile Dundee over there for a change?”

“Because it’s not as fun,” Brock said.

“I’m going to remember this the next time one of you needs backup,” Sonny growled.

“Don’t worry Son,” Clay said, slinging an arm around Sonny’s shoulders. “I’ve always got your back.”

“Yeah,” Sonny grunted. “As long as I go first, right?”

Clay nodded. “You got it.”

#SEAL Team #Sonny Quinn #Clay Spenser #A bromance at its finest #Snakes #The Floor is Snakes #SEAL Team Fanfic #Sonny Quinn Fanfic #Clay Spenser Fanfic #Sonny has a lot of phobias #Based on Sea Patrol 2.02

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dahliawolfe · 3 years

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Wings

Captain American fanfic. Not cannon.

The shouting wakes you up with a start, and before your brain can catch up, your body is moving, throwing your only pair of jeans on, grabbing your sneakers and your backpack and racing for the door. Years of running had taught you to always be prepared. But fuck you, if you weren’t thrown off by the sight of…aliens?! invading the shitty pay by the week hotel you were camped out at. Making a quick decision, you head for the fire escape. And dammit, of course the windows are painted shut. Cheap bastards. You grab the closest thing to you, a chair, and hurl it through the window, following after it seconds later, making your descent.

And you’ve made it to the third floor when you saw the little girl. The little girl who was being held in a rapidly burning apartment by a scaly looking alien. And nope. Not your problem. But you freeze. “Fuuuck,” you mutter before throwing your weight into the window, reaching for the knife that you always keep tucked in between your shoulder blades. The alien hisses at you as you charge at it. The knife slashes its scaly skin, and your reward is a green ooze that sprays across your face. Trying not to gag, and knowing that you had done very little actual damage to the beast, you grab the little girl, sling her over your shoulder and head for the door; the alien blocking your path to the window. “Shit. Shit. Shit,” you hiss as you run down the rickety stairs of the hotel. You did not sign up for this. You just wanted a place to sleep, dammit. The lobby was swarming with…superheroes? What the hell? Shaking your head, and hoping to slide by unnoticed, you take to the edges of the room.

“Veronica! Oh my…! Baby!” a babbling woman exclaims, running towards you. She reeks of meth. The acrid cat piss smell stings your nose as she reaches for the kid on your back. You pull away hostilely.

“Hell no, Lady! Who the fuck are you?!”

“I’m her mom! Veronica, honey, come to Mommy,” she slurs, arms outstretched. And gods help her, the kid reaches out to the woman, just in time for you to see a fight coming your way. A large blonde dude in…chainmail? And a red robot guy are leading a huge alien straight down your path.

“Oh, for fucks sake,” you mutter, slinging the kid off of your shoulder and passing her to the woman. “Get your shit together, Woman. And run!” you order, shoving the two out of the way as a wall of muscle slams you into the wall. You hear a sickening crunch as you slide to the floor. But you don’t have long to rest as you see another alien heading towards the first. Struggling to your feet, you reach for a nearby crowd control bar and swing it into the gut of the alien. He hunches over before straightening and looking right at you. Well, shit. You had not thought that through. The alien swipes one hand toward you, cutting your cheek open and making you see red. “You fucker,” you swear, grabbing a sharp shard of glass to your left and charging at the creature, throwing your body weight into it, knocking it to the ground, where you stab and stab and stab, until strong hand lift you under your armpits. It's the blonde knight guy.

“That will be enough, Child. Get to safety,” he commands, putting you on your feet a few yards away.

“Chi-Child?! I am not a child! And I would be in safety if you assholes hadn’t come in here wrecking up the joint!” The man only bellows a laugh and turns away from you. You throw your hands up. “Whatever, I’m out of here.” And that’s when you’re swept off of your feet again, this time very high up. You look to see what has a death grip on your back, and well…it’s not good. A scaly alien sneers down at the crowd.

“Where’s your captain now?!” he gloats.

“Right here, Wise guy,” comes a voice, just as a shield is hurled you. You see the ground coming up to meet you, and you question how, you, of all people, would die by hitting the ground. But someone catches you midair. A large green man smiles evilly at you before gently placing you on the ground. “Nat, get her out of here,” the voice that had challenged the alien orders, and Apollo feels her hand get taken by another one, and she looks up to see two things; one, the most beautiful woman she has ever seen; and two, a spear coming right toward them. Letting out a yelp, she dives in front of the woman, feeling the hot searing pain radiate down her side as the spear finds its mark.

“Well, shit,” you say, crumpling to the ground.

…

“Experimented on?” a voice questions as Apollo comes around.

“I think so, Cap. She’s littered in scars.” That’s when all of you senses come back to you. The smell of chemicals makes you sick to your stomach. You know that smell. The sanitary stench of a hospital. You jolt, vaulting off of the bed, landing solidly on your feet, facing the voices you heard, back to the nearest wall. And without your bidding, as they always do; some weird protective reflex; your wings unfurl from under your skin, the familiar burn that always accompanies them following closely behind. You crouch, making eye contact with…

“Captain Fucking America?” you exclaim.

“Language,” he chides. He’s one of the good guys. Well, at least you think so. But those types of guys had failed you before. Despite your adrenaline draining, and your wings tugging themselves back under your skin to rest along the back of your ribs, you resist. You don't know you're safe. You never know if you're safe. “What’s your name?” he entreats. You violently shake your head.

“Where’s my stuff? I’m leaving.”

“Hey, wait. Come on. We won’t hurt you here, Kid.” You bark a laugh.

“I’ve heard that before.”

“You’re still pretty roughed up,” he points out, and yeah, you know, the dull thud of pain when you breathe tells you that much.

“I heal quick. Perks of being like this,” you reply, softly rustling the bottom feathers on your grey and black ombre wings.

“You know, this is fascinating,” the other man speaks, stepping forward. A sharp snap of your wings warns him off. You usually have to hide your little secret, but now that the cat’s…bird’s? out of the bag, you feel like you can use them to your advantage. The guy in the glasses holds up his hands. “I’m Bruce. I’m a doctor.” When you recoil more violently at the comment, he frowns.

“Doc, why don’t you give us a minute?” the captain asks gently.

“Cap, she’s…”

“I know,” was the simple reply. You feel the blood leaking freely from your wound. You know that whatever they’d done to patch you up, hadn’t stuck. Might’ve if you had gone guns a blazing, but nonetheless, you know that you’re bleeding. And you know that while you do heal fast, you had been dealt and death blow, and you are damn lucky to be here. You also know that you have very little strength left in you, and that shit right there, that scares you more than anything. The doctor leaves. Without your permission, your wings retract, and you flop to the floor. The captain scoops you up seconds later. “Listen, I don’t know who hurt you. Or why they hurt you. But no one will ever touch you again. You’re safe here. And I know you don’t know me from Adam, but you can trust me. Now, I’m going to stay with you while the doc patches you up, then I’m going to get you cleaned up. And you’re going to get some rest. When you’re healed, if you still want to leave, I won’t stop you. Ok?”

How could you tell Captain America no?

…

The captain has you slung over his arms, bridal style, and he’s carrying you to his suite in the Avenger’s tower. He sits you softly on the edge of the sink as he runs a bath. Your body is sagging with exhaustion. You hadn’t slept more than two hours in months and hadn’t eaten real food in longer than that. And it’s getting to you. So, when the kind captain begins to lift your shirt over your head, you simply hold your arms up. He looks at you hesitantly, and you chuckle tiredly. “They don’t come out unless I need them,” you inform. He nods silently and rids you of the hospital scrubs tied loosely around your waist before lifting you and placing you in the warm water. His hands are gentle as they run over your scarred back.

“Who?” he asks quietly.

“Doctors. Scientists. Nuns. You name it. Being an orphan that’s…special, is a rough life.”

“Why?”

You shrug, sighing as he tilts your head back to wash your long cherry cola hair.

“You were a kid.”

“A kid with wings,” you correct, grabbing his arm for stability as he leans you further back.

“I gotcha,” he promises, holding you steady as he lathers your hair. “How did you get away?”

“I fought. They caught me a few times. But I always managed to escape again. It’s been two…no, three years since they found me. I’m honestly just waiting for the other shoe to drop before the lab coats converge again.”

“We won’t let them take you again. You have my word…”

“Apollo,” you supply.

“Apollo. That’s a pretty neat name,” he smiles down at you.

“It was Mary Catherine St. John. Orphanage named me when I was found. As an orphan, you get to choose what you want to be called when you turn 10. And I chose Apollo. Because they flew.” Your eyes had begun to droop.

“Well, I like Apollo much better. Ok, up we go,” he urged, helping you sit up. He lifts you from the water, swiftly wrapping a towel around you. You look at the bathwater in shame. It’s nearly brown from the filth that came off of your body. The captain slips on of his shirts over your head and scoops you up again. You are nearly asleep when he places you on the bed.

…

“She’s not a superhero,” Tony Stark argues the next morning. “She’s a human kid.”

“Actually,” you interject, forcing your wings to the surface. “I’m neither a kid, or completely human.” You sit, wings still spread, and finish your bacon. Tony stares at you, mouth agape. You roll your eyes.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you can touch them. You too, Doc,” you huff. Cap scowls at your language. “Also, I didn’t ask to be part of the Super Squad,” you add, reaching for more toast.

“That’s true. She didn’t. But, she is part of the team, whether she goes on missions or not,” Steve Rogers says, sipping his coffee.

“You can’t make those decisions!” Tony exclaims, pulling a little too roughly on one of Apollo’s feathers.

“Ow, Dick,” you mutter, flicking him.

“I’m the captain. I decide who’s on the team. And I say Apollo is.” There’s no room for argument, but when Tony opens his mouth to try, Natasha slaps his shoulder and shakes her head.

And that’s how you, freaky little bird/orphan/science experiment that you are, become an Avenger.

…

“Bucky? His name is Bucky?” you clarify. Because who names their kid Bucky.

“Yes. And he’s my best friend,” Cap replies. And you pout, cuz you’re supposed to be his best friend.

“Oh,” you answer softly, deftly stepping around the crack in the sidewalk.

“Hey. Come on, you’re my best girl,” Steve replies, chucking you under the chin. And as always, the words make your tummy do weird little flip flops.

“I don’t know how amenable Tony’s gonna be to you taking in the supersoldier who’s been trying to kill us for the last few days now.”

“That’s why we’re not gonna ask him,” he says simply, shrugging his shoulders.

…

You’re hurt. You know you’re hurt. But dammit, you have to find Cap. Sam was fine. Well, fine-ish, so now, you needed to find your leader. Letting your wings spread, you take to the air, scanning the ground for him. Until you spot him. He’s being dragged out of the river by that guy. The Winter Soldier. Bucky. You swoop down, feet landing lightly on the gravel shore. Bucky roughly drops Cap, gives you a scornful study, and takes off in the other direction, not once speaking to you. And injured though you might be, you limp to Cap, wrap your arms around his torso, and let your wings push hard against the atmosphere, lifting you into the sky. And damn, man. Who knew supersoldiers weighed so damn much. You make it to the tower, depositing Cap with a grunt, as your legs crumple beneath you, and you fall next to him on the roof.

…

Sam is off somewhere laying low, but you and Cap are never apart. Keeping your faces hidden, and staying on the move so Tony doesn’t find you. But Natasha does. And seeing her blatant flirting with Cap sets you on edge for some reason. So, while they’re on their little recon mission, you unfurl your wings and take to the sky, letting the wind catch the bottoms of your wings and lift you higher until you’re soaring, eyes closed. You land around dusk, making a small bed for yourself in the leaves under a maple tree and settle in. You’ll find Cap soon enough, but for now, he has Natasha. Your sleep is fitful to say the least, but the coolness of the night feels good against your skin.

∞

“You don’t understand, Nat. Apollo wouldn’t just leave. She knows that I need her safe.”

“Steve,” Natasha says softly, resting a hand on his shoulder as he huddles in Sam’s kitchen. “I’m sure everything is alright. Apollo is a good kid. Smart. She’ll come back.”

“Or Tony will find her. What then, Natasha? You think he won’t kill her for choosing my side?”

“Tony wouldn’t kill a kid, Steve. You know that.”

“Do I?”

…

Steve waits until Natasha is asleep before leaving the house, determined to find his girl.

∞

It’s nearing sunrise, when the nightmare finally jolts you awake. Instinctively, you reach for Cap. But he’s not there. You haven’t had to deal with nightmares alone in a long time, and you suddenly can’t breathe. You tuck yourself into a ball and sob against your knees, wishing Cap were with you.

∞

You’d once told him that you could only fly roughly 20 miles a day, so Steve was banking on those calculations when he began his search. The radius takes him to a large city on one side, and the mountains on the other. And he knows you wouldn’t choose the city, so he decides that the mountains would be his best bet. “Borrowing” a motorcycle from a townie, he makes his way to the mountains. 200 square miles. But come hell or high water, he will find you. He has to.

∞

The sobs have turned to whimpers by the time the sound of a motorcycle appears. You can only curl tighter, knowing that you are most certainly not in fighting shape at the moment.

“Apollo?” comes the query. And you let out a wail. Because Cap is here. He found you. “Baby, are you hurt? Did you fall?” his voice is panicked, and his footsteps are racing towards you. He gently scoops you up, cradling you to his chest. You bury your face in his neck, sobbing wetly. “Hey, shh. It’s ok. I’m here, Darlin’. Everything’s ok now.” He leans against the tree, putting you on his lap, chest to chest, as he scans you for any obvious signs of injury. “You scared me to death, Apollo. Why’d you leave me like that?”

“Was-was gonna come back. Needa- needa be alone.”

“But you don’t like being alone, do you, Baby?” you vigorously shake your head, clutching at him. When did you become such a pussy? You’d been alone your whole life. Why did you suddenly need someone now?

Because it’s Cap the unhelpful part of your brain answers.

Cap places a firm hand under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Promise me, Apollo. Promise me you won’t do this again.”

“Pr-Promise. Don’t wanna leave Cap,” you swear. He gives you a gentle smile and places a kiss between your eyes.

“That’s my good girl. Now, when we get to Sam’s, you’re gonna tell me what’s got you so upset, then you’re gonna get your punishment and get some sleep. We got a lead today, and I’m not going without you.” You nod, letting him lift you and get on the bike, you still clinging to his neck. The word “punishment” doesn’t hit you until you’re almost to Sam’s.

…

“Thank gawd you found her!” Sam exclaims when you and Cap walk through the front door. Then he scoops you into a hug. After squeezing the breath out of you, Sam pulls away, ruffling your hair and reaching for his cup of coffee. Natasha gives you a smile, which you nod at, taking Cap’s hand back securely in your own. Her smile widens, and she gives you a nod, turning back to her paper.

“Sam, mind if we use your room for a bit? Apollo and I have a conversation that needs to happen,” Cap inquires. Sam waves you on dismissively. Cap leads you to the back of the house, shutting the door behind him. He sits on the bed, positioning you in front of him. “Now, Apollo, I never wanted to have to do this to you. But you’re mine, and I’m responsible for you. You made a mistake last night, didn’t you?” You nod, suddenly finding your shoes very interesting. “Words, Apollo.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply, feeling like the formality is needed.

“And you promised you won’t do it again. And I believe you, but I need to make sure you remember what’ll happen if you do. But first, you’re going to tell me why you left, AND why you were so upset when I found you.” Your lip wobbles. You definitely do not want to do any of that. “I’m waiting, Apollo,” he urges after your continued silence.

“I…I was upset,” you state, hoping it’ll be enough, but also knowing it won’t be.

“About?” You dig your toe into the carpet.

“Natasha.”

“Did Natasha do or say something bad to you?” he prods. You shake your head.

“She…You like her more than me.” You squeeze your eyes shut in humiliation. Because never in your 20 years, have you ever felt like more of a moron.

“Aww, Baby. That isn’t true. You’re my best girl. You know that.” You sniffle, opening your mouth to further your slide into mortification.

“But she’s prettier than me, and she’s older. And she knows more stuff. I can barely read.” Well, that wasn’t entirely true anymore, Cap had taught you how to read. “And she…she kept making you laugh and flirting with you. And you don’t need me anymore now that she’s here. She’s way better…” Cap lunges forward, pulling your chin up so he can look into his eyes. Blue eyes that shine with anger and passion.

“That is absolutely not true. I will always need you. You are the most beautiful girl that I have ever laid my eyes on. You’re smart as a whip, and I’d rather have you covering my six any day of the week. Don’t you ever say those things about yourself again, Apollo. I won’t have anyone speak badly about you, not even you.” He gives your chin one more squeeze before stepping away again. “Why were you crying, out there in the woods?”

“I-I had a nightmare, and you weren’t there to hold-hold me. And I was sc-scared.” He hums, stroking your cheek.

“In this family. Our family, we talk things through, Apollo. We don’t run away. And we certainly don’t put ourselves in danger. What you did was reckless, and it terrified me. And now, I’m going to give you your punishment and put you to bed because you’re drooping with exhaustion, and you need rest.” You nod solemnly.

“Pants down and over my lap,” he orders. “Ten swats. No arguing.” And it’s said with such finality that you know he won’t budge. So, steeling yourself, you unzip your jeans and step out of them, kicking your shoes off with them. You stretch yourself over Cap’s lap and brace against his right thigh. “Thank you for not making this harder,” he praises, rubbing a soothing hand against the small of your back, where he’s hiked your shirt up.

And by the fifth swat, you’re absolutely sobbing. Snot is coating Cap’s jeans and your face. And you’re a mess. Immediately after the tenth, Cap scoops you into his arms, shushing you and kissing your temple. “Such a good girl,” he praises. “Always my good girl.”

Once you’ve mostly calmed down, Cap carries you to the bathroom, where he sits you on the sink and wipes your overheated face with a cool towel. Then, just as promised, he carries you to bed, tucking you under the covers and rubbing your back until you’re asleep.

…

“There’s no way in hell that 2 supersoldiers, 2 bird people, and a feisty red head are going to fit in this car,” you complain.

“Language, Apollo. Bucky, let Apollo sit on your lap,” Cap commands, sliding behind the wheel.

“Excuse me? That sounds unsafe and uncomfortable. No offense, Bucky.” Cap rolls his eyes.

“Buck, make sure she’s secure. Apollo, enough with the sass. Get in.” Sighing, you comply, sliding onto Bucky’s thick thighs. His arm wraps around your waist.

“Steve, drop me at the airport,” Natasha demands. You frown. She’s been acting sketchy.

“Taking a trip, Nat?”

“I need to keep Tony off of your trail for now. I can’t hold him off long.”

“Convenient,” you mumble, eliciting a chuckle from Bucky and a stern look from Cap.

…

“Dammit, Cap. I told you she was no good!” you rage, flapping your wings and scouting the ground below for escape routes for the rest of the team. Natasha had turned on all of you, going to Tony. So now, here you were, neck deep in shit; Clint hold up in a rooftop; Sam scratched to hell and back from one of his own wings failing; and you, Bucky, and Cap just trying to make it out alive. You know that if they catch Bucky, they will kill him. And the thought makes your gut twist. Cap had told you story after story of Bucky and their friendship, so even before you met him, you felt like you knew him. And now, he feels like an extension of you, much like Cap.

“Apollo, not now!” Cap barks.

“Fine, but women know these things. Veer left!” you yell, suddenly spotting a way out. Without question, they follow the order. “To your right! See it?! See the tunnel?!” Then suddenly a burning pain ricochets through your side. Immediately clamping a hand to it, you glance down. Your fingers are coated in blood. Those bastards shot you! “Fuck, ok, guys, I’m hit. I’m not going to be able to fly much longer. Keep going. The tunnel…” Your vision is blurring as another pain shoots through your hip. Then your arm. Then your thigh. Finally, something rips through your wing. And you know that’s it. You’re going down. You can hear Cap and Bucky yelling for you as you spiral down towards the ground. “Keep going,” you hiss one last time, landing roughly on a hill, rolling to the bottom.

∞

“Apollo!” he yells through the comm. “Dammit, answer me!” They haven’t stopped running.

“Steve, we gotta go find her!” Bucky shouts, making to turn around.

“NO! Keep going! Find us transport! I’ll find Apollo!” Bucky looks uncertain but nods, heading towards the tunnel. Steve turns on his heel. “Apollo, Baby, can you hear me?” Silence follows. “I’m coming, Doll. I’ll be right there.” He runs, making calculations in his head of where you had been heading. He’s nearly losing his mind when he finally spots you at the bottom of a steep hill. “Apollo!” He slides down the hill, landing next to you at the bottom. And what he sees makes him want to vomit. One of your beautiful wings is nearly severed, you’re covered in blood, and your breaths are shallow. He leans over you, brushing a hair behind your ear. “Oh, Baby,” he breathes. He begins to scoop you up. And your wings begin to retract, almost as if they can sense that you’re safe now. But the injured one snaps and falls limply to the ground. You jolt in his arms. And he steels himself against the tears that are determined to fall.

“Steve, I’ve got a Jeep! Meet me outside the tunnel when you find her!” Bucky’s voice exclaims in his ear.

“On my way, Buck,” the captain replies solemnly. He carries you, cradled to his chest until he reaches the Jeep.

“Shit,” Bucky hisses. Steve slides in the vehicle, holding Apollo close as Bucky peels out of the place. “What are we gonna do, Steve? She looks bad.” Steve’s always believed in God, and even now, ever since he lost your voice over the comm, he’s been praying. But a thought hits him.

“THOR!” he exclaims loudly, making Bucky jump.

“What the hell, Steve?!”

“Thor! If you can hear me, man, we really need you!” Steve continues shouting into the sky.

“Who the hell…” A sudden burst of lightning causes Bucky to swerve, barely missing Thor, who has landed in the middle of the road. He throws the door open and rushes from the vehicle, Apollo still caged in his arms.

“Thor, you have to help her!” Thor who had been smiling, frowns at the sight of Apollo. The demi-god nods.

“We shall take her to Asgard. The healers will help her.”

“Buck, let’s go!” the captain shouts. Bucky, to his credit, follows his friend’s order, despite being confused as hell. Thor holds the troupe close as he takes them back to his home.

…

“I believe her other wing will heal, Captain,” a healer informs him hours later.

“Heal? It fell off,” Steve reminds.

“Yes, but I believe with time, it will regrow.”

“And the other injuries?”

“Yes. We are working on the young bird-girl. She will live.” Steve curls his lips in distaste at her description of you, but doesn’t say anything.

∞

You feel a dull throbbing throughout your body as you open your eyes. Cap’s blonde head is resting gently on your arm.

“Cap,” you rasp. His head immediately jerks up.

“Apollo,” he sighs in relief. “Babygirl, I was so scared. How do you feel?”

“Buzzy,” you answer truthfully. Steve laughs.

“The healers fixed the most of the damage, so it’s probably the magic.”

“Healers?”

“Buck and I brought you to Asgard. Thor had his best healers work on you.”

“I’m in Asgard?!” you exclaim, struggling to sit up.

“Hey, hey. Stay still. You’re not completely out of the woods yet,” he demands, gently easing you back on to the bed.

“But, Dude, we’re in Asgard! I can’t stay in this bed all day while I’m on another planet!” You hear a husky chuckle from the other side of the room and look up to see Bucky smiling at you.

“Glad to see you awake,” he states, coming forward.

“Hey, Buck. I see you guys made it out ok. The winged wonder strikes again,” you joke, but both men duck their heads. “What?” you demand.

“Apollo, when you were shot…You…” Cap began.

“I what?!” your stomach is beginning to sink.

“You lost one of your wings.” And no! Because they were part of you. Fuck knows many scientists had tried to rip them out of you before, but they were still there.

“No,” you deny on a whisper.

“The healers think it’ll grow back,” Cap says, gently stroking your cheek.

“My wing?” you still can’t wrap your head around it. It couldn’t just be gone.

“Yes, Baby,” Steve says, kissing your forehead. Bucky clears his throat.

“I’m gonna leave you two alone for a bit,” he adds, leaning to kiss your cheek and leaving the room. Cap simply draws you into his arms, whispering sweet words in your ear until you fall into a teary sleep.

…

You convalesce on Asgard for nearly two weeks, before Thor takes you back to Earth. In that time, despite their best efforts, Cap and Bucky can’t get you out of your grief. You had lost something that at once you had hated, but now knew was the only reliable thing you had ever had. And sure, the healers thought it would grow back, but it wouldn’t be the same. It would never be the same.

…

Cap had helped you shower and was now taking off his boots at the end of the bed. The safe house you guys are in Berlin is nice. It’s clean, and has an amazing view. But you haven’t spent much time outside of the bed, so you haven’t even explored the place yet.

“Ok. That’s it,” Cap sighs. You look up at him as he approaches. “I haven’t seen that smile in two weeks. And it’s killing me.” He slides into the bed, facing you, framing you with his legs. “Talk to me, Darlin’. Tell me what’s going through that pretty little head of yours. Let Daddy make it better.” You two had never really discussed it before, but the title suited him. He took care of you. Held you when you were sad. Rocked you to sleep when you had had a nightmare. Bathed you. Spoiled you. Loved you. Still, you can’t help the tear that rolls down your face.

“My w-wing,” you whimper pathetically.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” he coos, drawing you into his chest. “I know it’s so hard for you, Angel. But it’s all gonna be ok. I’m here. Bucky’s here. And you’re wing will come back.”

“But-But it won’t be the same!” you wail. You hadn’t cried a tear since the first night in Asgard, but you need to let it out.

“Shh. Shh. It’s ok. It’s ok.” And he rocks you. He rocks you until your sobs silence and your breathing evens. And then, he tips your chin up, meeting your eyes as his lifts land softly onto yours. And you have your first kiss, courtesy of Captain America, himself.

“Let me help you feel better, Baby.”

#captain america #marvel #Avengers #bucky barnes #supersoldier #sam wilson

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valkyriesryde · 5 years

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Reality is Cruel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader,

Summary: Y/N’s grip on reality is taken away from her when she’s kidnapped while on a mission. While the team tries to find her she watches her biggest fear happen before her eyes over and over again.

Warning: kidnapping, death, emotional turmoil, gets a bit sad in the middle

Word Count: 5,328

Masterlist

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Bucky and Wanda sat patiently in the common dining area waiting for word that the team had returned. Wanda’s hands rested on the table as she nervously fidgeted with her fingers, Bucky tapped his metal fingers on the table, both trying to calm themselves.

The compound had received the distress call at 2:03am the morning previous from Sam. At 3am it was decided that Steve, Nat and Clint would go to retrieve him and Y/N from the coordinates they’d received, they left fifteen minutes later. They weren’t prepared to find Sam half beaten to death, his wings destroyed, safe house torn apart and no sign of his partner anywhere. However the three kept their composure, focusing on getting Sam the help he desperately needed as he shifted in and out of consciousness on the ride back. They all silently agreed that their emotions can come out after Sam was safe.

Bucky would never admit this to Sam, or anyone for that matter, but he was absolutely terrified for his friends’ lives. He’d also never admit, and continue to deny Wanda’s claims, that as soon as he heard FRIDAY’s voice he was out of his seat and sprinting towards the jet’s hanger and as soon as he saw Sam being rolled towards the infirmary his heart immediately dropped into his stomach.

Bucky’s attention was pulled away from Sam when he heard a crash, looking over he saw the dented metal workbench and Steve hunched over it with his head in his hands.

“What happened?” he ran over towards his friend but was stopped by Natasha placing a hand in front of him, “Nat what the fuck’s going on?”

“Sam’s in bad shape but he’ll be okay,” another crash, Steve turned around to face the four of them, a mixture of anger and fear across his face, “Y/N wasn’t there.”

“What?”

“Shit, Steve” Bucky moved to Steve, wrapping his arms around his shoulders who immediately grabbed onto him, leaning all of his weight onto his friend. Muffled sounds between the sobs came from Steve whose face was pressed into Bucky’s shoulder. Sounds that only Bucky could hear. ‘she was taken’ ‘my fault’ ‘can’t lose her’ ‘almost lost Sam’ ‘my fault’ ‘my fault’ ‘my fault’. Bucky squeezed Steve reassuringly knowing that he was going to put all of the blame onto himself no matter what anyone said.

“We’re gonna get her back,” he whispered so only Steve could hear but his voice was strong and he believed every word.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The entire team sat in the conference room, Sam had gone through with them what had happened during the failed mission, Tony sat in the chair next to him bringing up files and maps to go with the information. Steve sat at the head of the table, his arms crossed over his chest and face pulled in what seemed to be a permanent frown. Bucky sat on his left, a reassuring arm slung across the back of Steve’s chair, Nat was on his right, her hand on his knee, they both squeezed when he flinched as Sam described what happened when she was taken.

“Mr Stark I have received what appears to be a video from an unknown sender.” FRIDAY interrupted the meeting.

“FRIDAY can this wait until after we’re done?” Tony replied, Sam sat back in his seat with a groan.

“I believe this will help with the retrieval of Miss Y/L/N sir” spoke the AI. Everybody’s heads perked up at that, all wanting to know what new information FRIDAY had received. Tony stood from his seat and opened the video on his tablet, not wanting anyone else to see before he could find out what it was first. He watched the first 30 seconds of the clip, everybody’s eyes were on him and he could feel them, they were watching for his reaction.

“Meetings over,” he spoke pausing the video and keeping his face emotionless, “we need to talk” he turned his attention to Nat and Steve who nodded in response. The three moved to Steve’s office down the hall in silence.

Sam stayed in his seat staring at his arm in a sling across his chest, Bucky sat next to him quietly while everyone else filed out.

“I broke my kindle while you were gone” he spoke quietly after a couple of minutes, knowing his struggles with technology always seemed to get a laugh from Sam. But he didn’t even crack a smile.

“Steve’s never going to trust me again,” he whispered looking up at Bucky with glossy eyes. Bucky leaned onto the desk closer to his friend.

“You know that’s not true.”

“I let Captain America’s girlfriend get kidnapped Buck. I’ll be lucky if he ever talks to me again.” Sam rubbed his free hand over his face sighing deeply. Bucky placed his arm over Sam’s shoulders pulling him into him further.

“You didn’t let anything happen Sam. Steve knows that. We all know that. Y/N wherever she is knows that,” he gave Sam a reassuring smile. Sam nodded in response, psyching himself back up, they’ll get her back, he told himself.

“How the fuck do you break a kindle?” He laughed, grateful for his friend being there for him, even if it was rare for them to have serious moments the two men were close friends and they always had each other’s backs. Moments like this was a nice reminder of that.

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Y/N sat in the middle of a dark concreted room, the only light coming from the one above her, she made a note of it’s flickering every 38 seconds. She looked up at a figure off camera. Her arms were tied behind the back of the chair, her legs tied to it’s legs which appeared to be bolted to the ground. The figure ran to her, throwing a round object to the side and kneeling in front of her, bringing his hands up to cradle her face.

“What is this Tony?” Natasha asked. Tony paused the video. The three stood behind Steve’s desk watching the mysterious video on his computer. Tony pointed towards the round object, it was difficult to see any colour in the dark grainy image but a faint shade of red was painted onto it.

“Look familiar Cap?” Natasha and Steve furrowed the brows peering at the object and then back at the male figure with wide eyes, realisation hitting them. Tony pressed play again.

The talking between the figure and Y/N was too quiet to hear, Y/N was crying though, that was clear. All of a sudden a shot came from off screen. The figure in front of Y/N’s movements slowed, another shot landed in his back and he fell to the ground in front of her. Y/N screamed out.

The three all flinched as the shots came and then again when they heard her scream. Steve’s nails dug into his arms, his jaw clenched so hard Natasha thought his teeth would shatter.

“STEVE!” she pulled aggressively to pull her arms from behind her back but all her tugging did was tighten the knots around her wrists. She continued to scream and cry. “Why would you DO THAT?! STEVE!” Her attention turned towards a figure who stood off camera in the direction the shots had come from and then back to the man on the ground.

The screen turned to static before showing the beginning scene, but this time Y/N wasn’t wearing her combat gear. The same events occurred, everything exactly the same. The light flickered every 38 seconds. The figure ran in and threw the round object to the ground, kneeling in front of her. Two shots fired and the figure fell down. The only difference was Y/N, her screaming, crying and fighting to get free.

“Turn it off.” The screen turned to static again, “TURN IT OFF!” Steve yelled. Tony quickly stopped the video. They were only eight minutes into the fifteen minute video but Steve couldn’t take anymore, none of them could.

“That was you.” Tony’s eyes were stuck on the screen, not believing what he was seeing.

“She thinks that’s you.” Natasha turned towards Steve, his breathing had become rigid and his body was stiff and tense. He was a ticking time bomb and any more of the video would set him off.

“That’s impossible.” He held his mouth in a tight line, “that’s not me. Why would they send this?”

“It’s like they’re taunting you.”

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Y/N wasn’t sure exactly how long she had been here but it had to have been at least two days at this point. She figured out early on that it wasn’t Steve, it only took a couple times for her brain to see that. But now they changed what happened every time and she was beginning to question her grasp on reality, never quite sure what was happening and what was being projected into her head. It was all so real, when he touched her, the intensity of his eyes, the blood, god so much blood. She knew she was real, but that fact was slowly slipping too, she wasn’t quite sure if she was actually in that chair or somewhere else most times.

It started the same, she was alone in the cold room, tied to the bolted down chair. She would hear a commotion outside, some yelling and sometimes a gunshot or two. He would run in, Steve, her Steve, or maybe it wasn’t her Steve but it looked like him. He would tell her some variation that he’s going to get her out of here. That he’s here. Sometimes he held her face or arms, sometimes he reached to untie her hands but it always ended the same. Just as he got close enough to getting her out he was shot twice in the back by a figure in the doorway who she could never quite make out.

Y/N tried to warn him again and again, yelling at him to pick up his shield, that someone was coming. But he never listened, he just kept reassuring her that everything would be okay, it never was though.

It took another day or so for Y/N to figure out that there was writing at the top of the wall in front of her, she’d tried to ignore Steve this time. She refused to look at him, closing her eyes or looking around the room all the while screaming for him to leave her here. That’s when she saw the faded painted words on the wall.

‘YOUR DESIRE AND YOUR FEAR’

That’s how she figured it out, she already thought this was her own personal hell but now it was confirmed.

Her desire, for Steve to save her and take her home, to see and be with the love of her life.

Her fear, to watch him die in front of her, because of her and not be able to do anything about it.

She held onto those words, every time he ran in she found them written on the ceiling, it was what grounded her, what told her that this wasn’t real.

Then a couple days later they were gone, there was no paint, the wall was still filthy, it was as if they had never been there. At this point she’d lost track of time but it had been just over a week of torment. Now the words weren’t there, something felt different, there was something in the air, on the tip of her tongue that felt strange. She couldn’t make out if it was a good or a bad strange but it was there.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Steve,” Sam ran into Steve’s office, coming to an abrupt stop he rested his hand on the wall to catch his breath. Steve looked up from the pile of papers on his desk, his hair was a mess, his beard had gone ungroomed, “we got a location everybody’s getting ready to gear up.”

“I’m on my way” he stood from his desk moving towards the door.

“Bruce needs to see you when you’re ready, he’s in the hanger” Steve nodded and ran down the hall, leaving Sam in the doorway of his office.

“What do you mean I can’t go?!” It had been twenty minutes now that Steve, Bruce and Tony stood in the hanger next to the quinjet while the rest of the team continued to get their gear ready, making sure nothing was out of place.

“She’s been almost saved from you so many times we have no idea what state she is in psychologically speaking,” Tony argued back, Bruce stood behind him slightly, wincing when Steve raised his voice, it wasn’t a common occurrence.

“We don’t know how she’ll react if she sees you there, she might refuse to come with us, she might even try to attack you” Bruce pointed out, Steve directed his glare towards Bruce who took a small step further behind Tony.

“I’m not just going to sit around here and wait!” he boomed, the two turned to face each other.

“What if he waited in the jet?”

“I suppose that could work”

“She wouldn’t be able to run away if she was already in the jet.” The two geniuses went back and forth between each other for, to Steve, what felt like forever, but they came to the same conclusion eventually.

“You can come, but you have to wait in the quinjet.” Tony stated before walking off, Bruce nodded in agreement before following.

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The commotion started before Y/N knew what was happening. She had been too busy counting the seconds between the light above her flickering, still 38. She heard his voice first, it was clear as day and coming towards her. She pulled at the rope around her arms, squirming and moving to free herself. She could feel the burning around her wrists, then her palm. With a final pull the rope around her snapped and she went straight down to untie her legs.

Her instinct was to run. She didn’t think that maybe this was a trap, that maybe this wasn’t real, she followed her instinct and pulled the door open, ready for whatever fight was needed for her to escape.

The hallway, though, was empty. She still ran. Down the hall and into the staircase she ran down the stairs and into the hallway of the next level. Y/N had no idea what floor she was on or if she should be going up or down, there were no windows, no sounds coming from outside.

She heard it again, his voice in the distance. It was coming from beneath her so she made for the stairwell again and sprinted towards the next floor down.

Now, in Y/N’s head this was reality, it had to be. There was no writing, she had gotten free and she could feel every muscle in her body aching from the sudden movement. This was reality.

She spun round the corner of the hallway, still following the sound of Steve’s voice when she saw him in all his glory. He stood over bodies that spread across the hall with his shield in hand. His chest heaved as he breathed, he looked up to her and his face softened.

“Y/N” he breathed out. Y/N ran towards him, he threw the shield to the side and threw his arms around her waist, “I got you.”

Y/N brought her hands to Steve’s cheeks, this was reality, he was here and she was safe. She saw movement over his shoulder, a figure stepped out into the doorway. Y/N couldn’t quite make out his appearance, the hall was dark and the room he stepped from was pitch black. She watched him raise his arm and aim it towards the pair.

“NO!” she screamed, pushing Steve to the side where he landed against the wall with an ‘oof’. Two shots. One to her stomach, one to her heart. She fell to her knees gripping the wound at her stomach. The only noise in her ears was a loud ringing. Her eyes closed and then there was nothing. This was reality.

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Natasha and Clint sat in the pilot’s seats of the quinjet. Behind them was Wanda, Tony and Vision. Bucky, Steve, Rhodey and Bruce sat at the back. Sam had reluctantly agreed that he would stay behind in case anything happened. He hadn’t passed his physical yet anyway, argued Bucky. The whole trip was silent apart from the team’s instructions, given to them by Tony who had designated himself as taking point for the mission.

Everybody was either busy readying their weapons or going through their mental preparations for whatever stood in front of them. There was little information about the location Y/N was being kept, a 7 storey building with a double basement in the middle of an abandoned town somewhere in the middle of America. There were some areal images but nothing from the last two years that they could use as reference.

But as Natasha landed the plane two blocks south of the building it was obvious nothing in the town had changed in the past two years apart from the greenery growing around and through the buildings.

“You going to stay here?” Tony asked Steve as his suit finished forming around him.

“I don’t exactly have a choice now do I?” he replied sitting on the bench that ran along the interior of the plane.

“Exactly,” Tony put a hand on Steve’s shoulder, “we’re gonna bring her back.” Steve nodded resting his chin on his hands. If they don’t, he thought, I’ll go in and get her myself.

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Y/N’s eyes shot open as she sucked in as much air as her lungs would hold.

It hadn’t been reality.

Here she sat again, in the same concrete room, in the same bolted down chair and with new rope tied around her arms and legs.

“I don’t care anymore you hear me?!” She yelled out to the empty room, somebody must be watching, she thought. “You did it! You broke me! Now just kill me already!” her yelling continued until the commotion began again.

It was different again, there were more voices. They came from above her, one either side and below her. She heard the fighting, she heard shots and yelling. Some of the voices sounded familiar, some of them foreign.

“Just make it stop” she cried again, “please.”

Clint moved towards the basement with Nat on his tail. They moved between the rooms down the hall, taking one side each. Natasha kicked down the door in front of her, she recognised it, they were close. She walked in searching for something, anything, that would suggest Y/N had been there but there was nothing. Just a chair, bolted to the floor of the concrete room and a light that flickers every 38 seconds.

Clint moved further down until he came to one of the last doors on his side of the hall. He could see the light seeping out from underneath. He tried the handle once, locked, then kicked it open with his foot.

“NAT!” Natasha came sprinting towards him, stopping in the doorway when she saw the room.

Y/N sat in a large chair, similar to that of a dentist chair. She was reclined back slightly, her arms and legs were strapped to the chair itself and a series of wires were attached to her chest and temples.

“Please just make it stop” she kept muttering and squirming in the seat. Clint moved towards the control panel next to her and turned off the machine so Natasha could get her out of the chair safely. Natasha had Y/N slung over her shoulder, still unconscious, as the two made their way out of the room, up the stairs and towards the quinjet. As they went more members of the team joined them to make sure the trip was safe but they were largely outnumbered and could often only help a floor at a time before Nat was left on her own in a sprint down the road and towards the jet.

Steve had decided not to put his comms in and to turn off all communication with the team while he was waiting. He told himself it was because he was preparing for the worst. The truth was, if he could hear them fighting and looking for her, he would, in seconds, be out there joining them.

He heard Natasha before he saw her, she ran up the ramp of the quinjet yelling his name. She dropped Y/N onto the floor in front of him, she lay there with her eyes closed but slowly coming to.

“I have to go back there’s still more of them” Nat rushed before running back, “Bruce is on his way!”

Steve dropped to the floor, he couldn’t quite convince himself to touch her. He wanted to hold her he did, he wanted to grab onto her and never let go but he was so afraid that the second he touched her she would be gone.

“Y/N” he whispered, a hand hovering over her hair.

She slowly opened her eyes, feeling the ground underneath her before looking up at the man in front of her. Her eyes widened when she saw Steve kneeling before her, he held in the tears that threatened to fall, staring back at her with a scared expression.

Y/N shot to her feet as soon as she recognised Steve. She held her hands in front of her and took large steps back until she hit the bench on the other side of the plane against the back of her legs.

“Don’t come near me” she said. Steve took a small step forward, he raised his hands up to show her he was unharmed. “I said don’t come near me!” She yelled at him now, moving a hand to the bench to find a weapon, anything. “Y/N it’s okay this is real” he took another small step before her “you’re safe now please.”

She was absolutely terrified, this was the closest she’d ever been to escaping and Y/N had no idea whether anything was real anymore. She didn’t know how she got here, she thought that maybe this was punishment for sacrificing herself. Steve held back his sobs, she didn’t trust him, she didn’t believe he was real. He didn’t know what to do that could convince her this was real, that he was here, that she was here.

“You need to leave Steve” her hand found a knife that was sat towards the end of the bench, she picked it up and held it towards Steve. “You need to leave now Steve you’re not safe whether this is real or not.”

Steve took another couple steps closer, she held the knife towards him still.

“It’s okay Y/N we’re gonna get out of here.”

“Please Steve, I can’t watch you die again” She let out a sob, her grip tightening around the handle of the knife, “I can’t keep watching you die” she whispered.

Steve took a breath in, he licked his lips, feeling the salty taste of his tears. “Y/N I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

She turned the knife so it pointed down towards the ground, her eyes stayed locked onto Steve’s. Neither one dared to move, both afraid of what the other would do.

“There’s only one way to prove that this is real” she spoke quietly adjusting her grip. “Whether this is real or not it’ll be over and I-I won’t have to watch you die again.”

“Y/N-” Y/N swung her arm down and plunged the knife into her stomach before pulling it back out. “NO!!” Steve rushed towards her, catching her as she began to drop down with a groan. “Baby please no.”

Steve held her as close to himself as possible as he cried into her hair. His hand was pressed into her wound as she closed her eyes, her body giving into the pain.

Bruce jumped out of Hulkbuster and ran into the quinjet to find Steve knelt on the ground clutching onto Y/N.

“Steve what happened?” Steve looked up at Bruce and showed him the wound in her stomach, his hand and body covered in her blood.

“I tried-I tried to stop her. I tried to tell her but she-”

Bruce pulled Y/N out of his arms and lay her on the floor, he placed Steve’s hand back onto the wound and told him to press down. Steve rubbed a hand over his face and nodded, he followed every instruction that Bruce gave him.

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“Steve!” Y/N’s eyes shot open and she was immediately blinded by a bright light above her, one that didn’t flicker. Her body was stiff and she struggled to lift herself up, a sharp stabbing pain in her side making her groan and fall back onto the pillow.

“Hey, hey it’s okay!” Natasha rushed to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder to keep Y/N from sitting up again. Bruce moved to the other side of the bed and slowly raised the bed up slightly so she was sitting up.

“He didn’t die, I did it.” Another groan left her lips as she slowly looked around. She pressed her hand into the bandage on her stomach she’d plunged the knife into only hours beforehand, agonising pain shot through her body but a small smile came onto her face. This was reality and that was her Steve.

“You had us going there for a second” Bruce smiled at her and continued to do his check on her vitals.

“I’m sorry,” she looked between the two and then saw Sam standing at the end of her bed, relief written all over her face. “Sam I’m so sorry,”

Sam moved from foot to foot as Y/N sat up properly. He crossed and uncrossed his arms, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I’m glad you’re okay Sam” Sam nodded, he couldn’t bring himself to look at her. His eyes were locked onto the blanket on the bed while his mind moved at a million miles an hour. This is your fault it told him, she went through this because you were reckless, because you didn’t secure the safe house. “Sam?”

“I’m really glad you’re okay too Y/N” he muttered out. He moved to walk towards the door but stopped when he heard his name.

“Sam it’s not your fault.” He turned around slowly and looked at the broken girl in the hospital bed. She had dark purple bags under her eyes and her skin was dry and pale, she looked almost like a ghost of herself.

“I really am glad you’re okay,” Sam rushed to Y/N’s side and wrapped his arms around her shoulders carefully. She hugged him back as tight as she could, the last time Y/N had seen Sam he was lying on the kitchen floor of the safe house unconscious. It was relieving to see him standing before her.

She turned her attention to Natasha who stood at her side with her arms crossed. “It was the only way I could prove this was reality.”

Nat nodded understandably, Steve had told her every word Y/N had said to him. In his frantic state he had missed the meaning behind her words but Nat was able to catch onto them. Y/N had no other physical wounds, yet in the video alone Natasha knew that she should have had rope burns on her wrists and marks on her ankles. When Steve repeated the words ‘there’s only one way to prove that this is real’ she knew it meant that they wouldn’t allow her to be physically harmed, and Y/N had figured that out.

“We weren’t sure how you’d be when you woke up, he’s outside.” She gestured to the window that looked into the hallway. Steve sat in a chair on the opposite wall, his elbows rested on his knees with his chin resting on his hands. His knees shook up and down as he stared directly at Y/N with watery eyes. He was itching to get inside that room but he gave Bruce his word he wouldn’t until given the okay…and he knew Natasha meant it when she said she would shoot him if he didn’t wait.

He watched Y/N turn and look at him, she took in his position and smiled at him widely. He gave her a small smile back, still not moving from his spot in the chair.

“I have to check something before he can come in though,” Bruce spoke.

“It’s real, I’m injured that means this is real.” Y/N nodded her head along with her words, her eyes not leaving Steve’s. Bruce nodded, that was all the confirmation he needed. The three of them walked out of the room as Steve rose to his feet.

She watched them talk for a minute outside, then Steve pushed through the group and made his way into the room, and straight for her where he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her against him. She breathed in his scent, felt his beard against her neck. He moved his hand into her hair, plassing fast kisses along her shoulder and up along her jaw.

“I’m sorry” he whispered leaning his forehead against hers.

“What for?” she raised an eyebrow, running her fingers through the hair on his face and then the back of his neck.

“Should’ve been there” he muttered. Steve pushed the hair back from her face and looked down at Y/N’s lips while she did the same.

“Steve,” she pulled him closer until her lips pressed to his. It was gentle at first but quickly became messy and needy. Steve was desperate to kiss her, to feel her and hold her. He pressed further into her, deepening the kiss.

They pulled apart, Steve moved to sit on the edge of the bed, he held her hands in his, promising himself not to let her out of his sight for the foreseeable future.

“Well now I know this is reality” she smiled at him.

“Why’s that?”

“Because none of the other Steve’s kissed me like that,” Y/N smirked at him, watching his shoulders tense at the thought of someone else kissing her, even if they looked like him. She leaned forward and pulled at his shirt, a small chuckle leaving her. He softened when he heard her laugh, god he’d missed that laugh. She pulled him closer to her again, closing the gap between them to place a small kiss on his lips.

“‘M not letting you go any time soon, I hope you know that.”

“Good.”

There wasn’t a need for a big loving confession, that’s not how Y/N and Steve were.They knew how much the other loved them, what they needed was the confirmation that what was in front of them was, in fact, reality. It was the way Steve made sure a part of him was touching her at all times no matter what, how his thigh pressed against hers when he turned to pour her a glass of water or his hand stayed touching her as he walked around the bed to the chair. It was the way Y/N gripped his hand the entire time she slept in that hospital bed, to tell herself that he was here and that this was real. Those small touches were the constant reminder that it was over, this was reality. There was no shadow in the corner, no flickering light to drive her mad, no Captain America flinging his shield to the side in order to save her. There was just her Steve, her desire.

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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The Tower: Unexpected, 13

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous //

Pairing: Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1910

Warnings: smut (orgy, oral sex, vaginal sex), pregnancy

Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds. While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.

Author’s Note: Written with my little dumpling @fanficwriter013

Chapter 13: Shopping for Twins

The plans were put in place to move. Tony bought land up in Esopus that sat right on the Hudson. We saw it via google maps but he was pretty determined that we weren’t allowed to see it in person until it was done. What we did know was that there was going to be a new state of the art facility for the Avengers. It would have hangers and landing pads for the jets, labs and offices, gyms and rooms for weapons and combat training. As well as conference rooms, living quarters and all the other trappings for what was essentially a privately run military installation. We would be getting a house a little off from it, surrounded by trees and right by the water.

It was exciting to think we were all going to live together like an actual family and not just a bunch of people who were dating and happened to live in the same building. It was going to be a big change and one that would take some getting used to but I was ready for it.

Now that the house was under construction, I was no longer worried about not having a place for the babies to go. Things were more certain and I felt more ready for them and what having them meant for us as a group.

Except for the fact that we weren’t at all ready for them. We had no baby clothes. No furniture. No diapers or bottles or wraps. I was 26 weeks pregnant and we weren’t prepared to actually have babies at home with us in any way, shape or form.

So Tony took Wanda and I to Maddison Avenue to shop for baby supplies. We wandered through the cribs when I stopped at two that seemed to clip together to form a sort of double crib. It was a light, cream, stained timber and I ran my fingers over the sleighed ends.

“Twin cribs? I didn't know these were a thing.”

Wanda came up beside me and picked up the card that described it. “You didn’t? They have lots of things for twins.”

I smiled and wrapped my arm around her waist and leaned my cheek on her head. Of course, my little lost twin would know all about what was available for twins these days. She’d probably been researching since she found out I was pregnant with twins. “Do we get one of these?” I asked. “They're so big.”

“We could always have one built,” Tony said. “Design it how we want. But this will fit in the nursery just fine.”

“What if they don’t like sleeping next to each other?” I asked.

“It splits apart,” Wanda said, moving to the side of it. “See there are, clips here and here. Then it’s just two cribs.”

“Yeah, that could work. So this one then?” I asked.

“Yep, and if it doesn’t work. I’ll just make something.” Tony said grabbing the price ticket from it.

“Of course you could,” I said nudging him. I took my list out and my eyes flicked over them. “Okay, so change table next to match this. The question is, are we getting one with the bath built-in?”

Tony shook his head. “No, I’m designing the room to have a deep sink installed. Easier that way.”

We went over to where the change tables were and selected one that was long and had lots of drawers and had that similar rough-looking washed paint look. Tony also grabbed the ticket for the most expensive cot mattresses. On the way to look at the bassinets, I stopped at the rockers and sat in a gorgeous winged backed one. “I didn’t even consider something like this. I want this.”

Tony chuckled. “If you’d let the designer do this you wouldn’t need to consider everything. It would all be there ready for you.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Tony.”

“Yeah, Tony.” Wanda agreed which made Tony break down into laughter.

“Alright, rocker. Ottoman. Which fabric?” He said tossing the swatches in my lap. I picked a vintage rose color that I thought would match the style of the chair. We then moved on to the bassinets and Wanda let out a squeak almost immediately.

“Elly! Can we get the one that looks like a basket!” She said, almost skipping over to it. “It has so many colors for the fabric. We can get pink and blue. Or white with pink stripes and white with blue stripes. And they have wheels so we can wheel them into the room with us if they are being hard to settle.”

She was so excited and looked so happy there was no way I could say no to her. Tony grabbed the ticket for those too and we moved on to the strollers.

I looked over the different types they had for twins. There were ones that were side-by-side and ones that stacked them one on top of the other. There were classic ones with four wheels and jogging ones with three.

“Okay. Here's the question, is it better to stack them and be streamlined or have them side-by-side and take up the whole sidewalk?” I asked.

“Side-by-side,” Tony said with no hesitation at all.

“Jogging one I guess,” I said, thinking about all the runners in our family. I chuckled thinking about Steve zooming past Sam while he was pushing the twins. “You think they go fast enough for Steve and Buck?”

Tony thought about it for a moment. “I'll have to make one. Or special wheels.”

“So don't even buy a stroller? Or buy one and you alter it?” I asked.

Tony nodded as he came to a decision. “I should probably just make it. They'll need bug guards.”

“Okay. Let's do it that way.” I said with a laugh, before looking at my list. “Diaper Genie, car seats, slings, diapers, wraps, wipes, bottles. Those are the things that just the best thing is what we want. Then it's basically clothes and toys.”

We each grabbed a shopping cart and started just putting the best of the medium items in. Tony getting car seats and bottles. Wanda baby slings and the cutest and prettiest muslin wraps she could find. Me grabbing everything else. We met back in the center of the store. “Just clothes and toys now and this place has none of that.”

“Okay, I’ll pay and organize this to be delivered and we can drive up Maddison until we find something else. A little Ralph Lauren for kids.” Tony said.

We went to the counter and waited as Tony organized and paid for everything. When he was done we went back out to the Lotus that Tony had parked out front. I let Wanda into the back and then got in. “We’re going to need to need to get a minivan or something,” I said.

Tony looked at me in shock. “You shut your dirty mouth. Never say that word again.”

“Minivan?” I asked.

“Elly! That’s blasphemy!”

Wanda and I broke down into giggles while Tony glared at us and pulled the sportscar out. He drove a little way down the street and pulled up at the front of a boutique childrenswear shop. We all got out and went in. I grabbed Wanda by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. “Now the fun stuff,” I said shaking her.

“Cute little outfits?” She squealed.

“Yes and toys,” I said, grinning. “Let's see if they have little Armani suits to match Tony.”

“Not here,” Tony said.

“Somewhere? They exist?” I asked.

“Of course, but not here. We’ll get him one.”

“Nice. You know what they do have?” I asked him.

“Here?” He asked.

“That was rhetorical because the answer is …” I moved down the rack beside Tony and held up an Iron Man onesie. He frowned at me. “No? Cap instead?” I asked holding up a little Captain America one.

“Those aren't authorized.” He said furrowing his brow and coming over to me.

I took a look at the label. “Really?”

“I'm pretty sure,” Tony said taking it off me and looking at the label. “Yeah, these aren’t ours. That’s going to be a problem.” He took a photo of the label and texted it to someone before putting it back. “Don’t be buying Avengers’ shit anyway. We have it in the gift-shop.”

“Fine,” I huffed.

“Elly. Little shoes!” Wanda said poking me which made me perk right back up again.

“Oh, yes. Shall we?” I said, and Wanda nodded. “Alright. I’m gonna go this way. You go that way. Call me,” I said tapping my head. “When you find something extra cute and hold it up and I’ll do the same.”

“Okay, let’s do it,” Wanda said.

We all separated, grabbing baskets and throwing things into them. Tony wandered the racks, occasionally taking something off and hanging it over his arm as he watched us go completely crazy buying baby clothes and toys. I’d look at him sometimes and he looked so content. It was funny to think that just a month ago he’d been hiding from this completely. I think part of it wasn’t just the babies either. I think he liked that I was finally just letting him buy stuff, which was easier for me here because it wasn’t for me.

By the time we were done, we had around six baskets full of plush toys, stacking rings, baby mobiles, onesies, little dresses, outfits, and tiny shoes. “This should do until they're 21 right?”

“Maybe for a year.” Wanda teased.

“I guess that's pretty good,” I said and leaned against Tony. “Alright. Let's pay. I need to get off my feet. This was fun but holy crap does carrying two babies hurt your back.”

“Okay, checking out,” Tony said, taking things off us. “Why don’t you go wait in the car?”

“You sure?” I asked.

He waved me off and I kissed his cheek before heading out to the car with Wanda. She once again had to be let in the back and by the time I was in my seat I sighed in relief. “You happy?” I asked.

“Of course.”

I hummed. “Me too. I don't know why but... Feels really real now we have things. I can't wait to have the nursery set up.”

She giggled. “It still has to be built yet.”

“I know I know,” I said. “Did you see how small that stuff was? They're gonna be preemie too. So teeny tiny.”

Wanda sat up like she’d been shocked. “Did we get the preemie diapers?”

“Yes,” I said giggling. I looked at my stomach and caressed my hand over it. “That's what I grabbed and then some just regular ones in case these guys are super soldiers and just come out normal-sized.”

“Okay, good. Good to be prepared.” Wanda said, relaxing again.

“Yeah.” I agreed. “What if only one is and one is tiny and the other is huge?”

“Well, we'll take care of them equally.”

“What if one is Bruce's and it hulks out of its diapers?”

“We'll deal with it.”

I giggled. “So calm about everything.”

She shrugged. “I have to be.”

I turned in my seat as best I could and looked back at her. “Why?”

“I want them.” She said and rubbed my arm. “We've done the shopping, we've had the appointments. We're doing everything right. There's going to be nothing that can stop us.”

// NEXT

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movedvalkyriesryde · 5 years

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Reality is Cruel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader,

Extra Pairing: Sam Wilson x Platonic!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Platonic!Sam Wilson

Warning: kidnapping, death, emotional turmoil, gets a bit sad in the middle

Word Count: 5,328

A/N: bit of a long one for ya’ll so strap in and get ready for an emotional ride. Shoutout to @shannon124 for her reply last night :D

Masterlist

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Bucky’s attention was pulled away from Sam when he heard a crash, looking over he saw the dented metal workbench and Steve hunched over it with his head in his hands.

“What happened?” he ran over towards his friend but was stopped by Natasha placing a hand in front of him, “Nat what the fuck’s going on?”

“Sam’s in bad shape but he’ll be okay,” another crash, Steve turned around to face the four of them, a mixture of anger and fear across his face, “Y/N wasn’t there.”

“What?”

“We’re gonna get her back,” he whispered so only Steve could hear but his voice was strong and he believed every word.

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“Mr Stark I have received what appears to be a video from an unknown sender.” FRIDAY interrupted the meeting.

“FRIDAY can this wait until after we’re done?” Tony replied, Sam sat back in his seat with a groan.

Sam stayed in his seat staring at his arm in a sling across his chest, Bucky sat next to him quietly while everyone else filed out.

“Steve’s never going to trust me again,” he whispered looking up at Bucky with glossy eyes. Bucky leaned onto the desk closer to his friend.

“You know that’s not true.”

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“Look familiar Cap?” Natasha and Steve furrowed the brows peering at the object and then back at the male figure with wide eyes, realisation hitting them. Tony pressed play again.

The three all flinched as the shots came and then again when they heard her scream. Steve’s nails dug into his arms, his jaw clenched so hard Natasha thought his teeth would shatter.

“That was you.” Tony’s eyes were stuck on the screen, not believing what he was seeing.

“She thinks that’s you.” Natasha turned towards Steve, his breathing had become rigid and his body was stiff and tense. He was a ticking time bomb and any more of the video would set him off.

“That’s impossible.” He held his mouth in a tight line, “that’s not me. Why would they send this?”

“It’s like they’re taunting you.”

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‘YOUR DESIRE AND YOUR FEAR’

That’s how she figured it out, she already thought this was her own personal hell but now it was confirmed.

Her desire, for Steve to save her and take her home, to see and be with the love of her life.

Her fear, to watch him die in front of her, because of her and not be able to do anything about it.

She held onto those words, every time he ran in she found them written on the ceiling, it was what grounded her, what told her that this wasn’t real.

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“I’m on my way” he stood from his desk moving towards the door.

“Bruce needs to see you when you’re ready, he’s in the hanger” Steve nodded and ran down the hall, leaving Sam in the doorway of his office.

“I’m not just going to sit around here and wait!” he boomed, the two turned to face each other.

“What if he waited in the jet?”

“I suppose that could work”

“You can come, but you have to wait in the quinjet.” Tony stated before walking off, Bruce nodded in agreement before following.

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She heard it again, his voice in the distance. It was coming from beneath her so she made for the stairwell again and sprinted towards the next floor down.

Now, in Y/N’s head this was reality, it had to be. There was no writing, she had gotten free and she could feel every muscle in her body aching from the sudden movement. This was reality.

“Y/N” he breathed out. Y/N ran towards him, he threw the shield to the side and threw his arms around her waist, “I got you.”

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But as Natasha landed the plane two blocks south of the building it was obvious nothing in the town had changed in the past two years apart from the greenery growing around and through the buildings.

“You going to stay here?” Tony asked Steve as his suit finished forming around him.

“I don’t exactly have a choice now do I?” he replied sitting on the bench that ran along the interior of the plane.

“Exactly,” Tony put a hand on Steve’s shoulder, “we’re gonna bring her back.” Steve nodded resting his chin on his hands. If they don’t, he thought, I’ll go in and get her myself.

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Y/N’s eyes shot open as she sucked in as much air as her lungs would hold.

It hadn’t been reality.

Here she sat again, in the same concrete room, in the same bolted down chair and with new rope tied around her arms and legs.

“Just make it stop” she cried again, “please.”

“NAT!” Natasha came sprinting towards him, stopping in the doorway when she saw the room.

He heard Natasha before he saw her, she ran up the ramp of the quinjet yelling his name. She dropped Y/N onto the floor in front of him, she lay there with her eyes closed but slowly coming to.

“I have to go back there’s still more of them” Nat rushed before running back, “Bruce is on his way!”

“Y/N” he whispered, a hand hovering over her hair.

Y/N shot to her feet as soon as she recognised Steve. She held her hands in front of her and took large steps back until she hit the bench on the other side of the plane against the back of her legs.

Steve took another couple steps closer, she held the knife towards him still.

“It’s okay Y/N we’re gonna get out of here.”

“Please Steve, I can’t watch you die again” She let out a sob, her grip tightening around the handle of the knife, “I can’t keep watching you die” she whispered.

Steve took a breath in, he licked his lips, feeling the salty taste of his tears. “Y/N I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

She turned the knife so it pointed down towards the ground, her eyes stayed locked onto Steve’s. Neither one dared to move, both afraid of what the other would do.

“There’s only one way to prove that this is real” she spoke quietly adjusting her grip. “Whether this is real or not it’ll be over and I-I won’t have to watch you die again.”

Steve held her as close to himself as possible as he cried into her hair. His hand was pressed into her wound as she closed her eyes, her body giving into the pain.

Bruce jumped out of Hulkbuster and ran into the quinjet to find Steve knelt on the ground clutching onto Y/N.

“Steve what happened?” Steve looked up at Bruce and showed him the wound in her stomach, his hand and body covered in her blood.

“I tried-I tried to stop her. I tried to tell her but she-”

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“You had us going there for a second” Bruce smiled at her and continued to do his check on her vitals.

“I’m sorry,” she looked between the two and then saw Sam standing at the end of her bed, relief written all over her face. “Sam I’m so sorry,”

Sam moved from foot to foot as Y/N sat up properly. He crossed and uncrossed his arms, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I’m really glad you’re okay too Y/N” he muttered out. He moved to walk towards the door but stopped when he heard his name.

She turned her attention to Natasha who stood at her side with her arms crossed. “It was the only way I could prove this was reality.”

“We weren’t sure how you’d be when you woke up, he’s outside.” She gestured to the window that looked into the hallway. Steve sat in a chair on the opposite wall, his elbows rested on his knees with his chin resting on his hands. His knees shook up and down as he stared directly at Y/N with watery eyes. He was itching to get inside that room but he gave Bruce his word he wouldn’t until given the okay...and he knew Natasha meant it when she said she would shoot him if he didn’t wait.

He watched Y/N turn and look at him, she took in his position and smiled at him widely. He gave her a small smile back, still not moving from his spot in the chair.

“I have to check something before he can come in though,” Bruce spoke.

“I’m sorry” he whispered leaning his forehead against hers.

“What for?” she raised an eyebrow, running her fingers through the hair on his face and then the back of his neck.

“Should’ve been there” he muttered. Steve pushed the hair back from her face and looked down at Y/N’s lips while she did the same.

They pulled apart, Steve moved to sit on the edge of the bed, he held her hands in his, promising himself not to let her out of his sight for the foreseeable future.

“Well now I know this is reality” she smiled at him.

“Why’s that?”

“‘M not letting you go any time soon, I hope you know that.”

“Good.”

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