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testingthewatersss · 5 months

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Are you my Captain? Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, arguing, etc. Protective Steve is lowkey an asshole. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 1 3700 words fluff, angst, tension, comfort. 18+ MDNI

You each tell your own friends. That was the deal you made with Bucky when you finally got together. A year later and he's finally figuring out why you'd been so sure that you'd gotten the better part of the deal with Tony.

“So what exactly were you planning on doing?”

Steve’s voice is measured, even though she thinks the accusatory edge in his words rings through regardless.

“Clearly” Natasha cuts in, “she wasn’t planning anything, she was-”

Y/N’s glare silences her.

“Are you my Captain, Steve?” she asks, speaking for the first time.

“What?” Steve counters, folding his arms, “I’m -“

“I know you’re a captain” Y/N says, “I asked if you were mine specifically. Are you my Captain, right now?”

“No, but-”

“No-” she agrees, pushing up from her desk, “so why on earth would I tell you anything about my the status of any missions I may or may not be involved in?”

The woman is standing now, staring him down as though they’re the only two people in the room.

“Because Bucky—”

“Because Bucky” she mimics with a cold laugh, “Are you his Captain?”

Now he looks hurt. For a moment, she almost feels bad about the mocking tone she’s using, but then, Natasha chuckles from her place in the corner.

“He doesn’t have a Captain, Y/N/N” Steve says, trying not to sound too upset, “I’m just-”

“Concerned.” Natasha interrupts, taking pity on the man, “He’s worried that Barnes is being drafted by SHEILD”

“By me, you mean” Y/N challenges, staring the other woman down, now too.

“You’re the acting director” she replies, not denying her statement, “If anyone was going to bring him in—”

“Then wouldn’t that be his business?”

“So he is-” Steve bursts, unable to hold back

“Have you tried asking him?” Y/N cuts in, patience waning now, “Or did you just decide to come straight to my office and interrogate me?”

Her voice is shaper than even she’d intended, she realises when Steve flinches, biting his cheek and totally averting his gaze.

“Don’t be like that” Natasha sighs, “Of course he’s asked him. We both have.”

“He’s not giving a straight answer” Steve says, sounding almost desperate, “Please, just tell me—”

“No.”

“No?” he repeats, trying to figure out if it’s an answer to his question or his request.

“Steve,” she says calmly — “I’m sorry, but it’s really none of your business.”

“He’s my best-”

“I know” she allows, raising her palms in surrender, “I know you’re basically brothers, I get that, I do, but it doesn’t matter— I am your friend— truly, I am, and I know that I’m the acting director here but no matter how much I like you, I am not in a position to disclose any confidential information about upcoming interventions-” she watches his open his mouth to interrupt, “-or, who may, or may not be going on them, especially without the consent of said person.”

The pause that follows her statement is tense. Natasha breaks it, smiling;

“Alright,” she allows, “Can you at least tell us if you’re going on any upcoming jobs?”

Y/N laughs at that, looking almost proud before shooting her eyes to the door, trying her best to highlight the lack of privacy their interaction is being afforded.

“Yes.” she answers, “I am.”

Steve doesn’t look appeased. If anything he looks even more frustrated than he had when he’d turned up outside her door half an hour earlier.

Natasha, on the other hand, seems to understand the situation perfectly well. She gives her friend a gracious nod and leads the pouting blonde out of the room in silence.

Y/N assumes she’s getting an earful on their trip back to the tower, but since she’d allowed him to come and bother her in the middle of the day, her sympathy is fleeting.

Bucky appears next, knocking twice before walking into her office and locking himself inside.

She barely looks up from her papers, she knows it’s him anyway.

“Stevie’s pissed” he declares, sitting across from her, on a large leather chair, ignoring the way it creaks in protest, “he keeps asking me about next week, doll— he wants to know if I have any plans.”

He thinks her laugh is musical. As he watches her chewing on her pen, absentmindedly flicking through a folder with practised fingers, he can’t help but think about how utterly, totally, in love with her he is.

“What did you tell him?” she says, finally looking up at him.

He’s blushing like a teenager. Cheeks burning hot.

“That I might be goin’ out of town”

She treats him to another laugh. He grins at his lap, bashful.

“Bet he loved that” Y/N says, picturing his dismay, “That’s probably why he showed up with Romanoff”

His eyes snap up then, sweet-natured embarrassment forgotten in favour of genuine surprise;

“I told him that since he is not currently your commanding officer, I’m not in a position to disclose anything you may or may not be working on, on behalf of SHEILD”

It’s his turn to chuckle now. Gruff and boyish as he paws at his chin with metal fingers.

“Y’know,” he says, breaking the comfortable silence, “I think he might be”

“What?” Y/N asks, distracted by a lab report, “he might be what?”

“My commanding officer” Bucky clarifies, “He was, anyway, back in the forties—“

“I think he was released from those duties when you died in combat”

He scoffs at that, looking at her with an expression she can only classify as adoring.

“I didn’t die…” he says, flicking a balled-up scrap of paper at her wrist, “…did, I, doll?”

“No” she allows, realising that he wants her attention, “what are you throwing at me, Barnes?”

She looks at the post-it note, unfolding it to see that it’s one of her own discarded scrawlings.

The oak desk is littered with them, she’s never been a tidy worker— like her brother, she favours organised chaos.

“throwing” he repeats sarcastically, “you’re real dramatic”

That part is said under his breath, but she hears it all the same.

She manages to aim the ball of paper at his face, laughing happily as it bounces off his nose, and landing in his lap.

“Do you want me to call him back here?” she asks, slipping out from behind the surface, “Since he’s still your Captain”

Bucky feels his head tilting back, leaning against the rim of the chair. His eyes are trained on her, on the way she’s moving around, to position her body just in front of his.

“I didn't say that” he says softly, “but he was— he was probably the last one you’d count anyway”

Y/N hums, reaching out to cup his cheek.

He relishes in the contact, as minor as it is, leaning into her palm before she lowers it to his shoulder, acutely aware of their location, and the likelihood of interruption.

“I’ll note that in your file” she teases, “Right next to ‘comes to my office at 4o’clock in the afternoon because he’s bored’…“

“It’s 9-” Bucky corrects calmly, “-You’ve been here all day, Y/N/N— It’s gettin’ dark out— Y’know your brother doesn’t like you drivin’ home at night”

She looks at her watch, and then, when she realises that he’s right, that time has probably gotten away from her, again she nods, lowering her hand to his.

There is a strange lack of background noise, considering how busy her floor normally is.

“So you weren’t just after some attention?”

“Sure I was” he admits with that same, love-sick look in his eyes, “but you know I try not to bother you at work…”

“You could never bother me” she’s quick to assure him, “I love your little visits, sweetheart”

Sweetheart.

Oh, god— he can feel his heart melting.

“You can always just call me” she adds, “You don’t need to come and prise me out of this building every time I get caught up in reports”

“I know” he agrees, “But like you said, doll— I wanted to see ya’, it— it’s been a few days since we’ve had any proper time together and I—”

He stops, inhaling as he brings the hand of hers he’s holding up to his mouth;

“I’ve missed you” he finishes, “So, when your brother asked me to swing by and bring ya’ home I jumped at the chance.”

Y/N smiles, stroking his chin.

“I love you too” she coos, “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy lately… I’ve just-”

“Don’t apologise” he says quietly, “I knew what I was signin’ up for… fallin’ for a modern dame-”

The boyish grin on his face makes her laugh, real and happy as she starts tracing his jaw with the fingers he’s not playing with.

“a modern dame” she clucks, “I guess that about some me up, huh?”

“Mhmm”

“I can’t leave any threads hanging, Buck” she sighs, nodding back towards the mess on her desk, “There are 2 left… 2 HYDRA bases in the continental US… after that, then we’ve at least chased em’ back to Russia-”

“The 2 you’re talkin’ about,” he says, tone even, “Are they the ones you you showed me?”

She nods, indulging his interest by moving so that the map, with the two bases, circled in red is visible.

He moves, effortlessly lifting her so that she’s sitting in his lap.

Y/N allows the adjustment, exhaling contentedly as he holds her against his front, metal fingers bringing the whole pile of papers closer into view.

“I’m sure this one was just a storage unit” he murmurs, tracing the dot in East Texas, “I don’t know how I know…” he allows, “But, all I see when I think about it, is just walls of containers… big, metal boxes and crates stacked up in the dark”

Y/N pecks a kiss to his head and lets him trail his finger across the map to the second area of interest.

“I don’t know what that is” he admits unhappily, “I recognised the others, darlin’— Even the Russian ones- Especially, the Russian ones, but that.. that one, must be new.”

She nods in agreement.

“It is,” she tells him, “Popped up on the radar about a month ago, we haven’t got much intel yet, it’s why I’m commissioning a reckon job and not a ‘completely destroy everythin’ job.”

“And you have to go?” he says, “you can’t send any-”

“It’s safer if I go” she purrs, knowing he hates it, “and it’s quicker, Buck— It’s much quicker if it’s just me, running in and out… No mess, no fuss— and at least I know what I’m lookin’ at— Which makes my job a whole lot easier than if I have to try and decipher a write up from an agent who’s never set foot near an operational base”

It makes sense. He thinks that’s the worst part. How rational her reasoning is.

“Smart” is the only comment he offers, not wanting to encourage her with any further praise, “One person, goin’ in quiet— it’s a good strategy, incase it isn’t empty”

“Don’t sound surprised” she teases, even though she thinks resigned is a more apt description of how he actually sounds, “I’m a Stark we’re supposed to be smart, and I’ve been an agent long enough to know a thing or two about strategy…”

He knows all that. He’s in a state of near-constant awe of her. Of her beauty, and her brilliance, and just… god, just.. her.

She is the most wonderful thing in his life, and the idea of her putting herself in dangerous situations is painful, no matter how well planned out they are.

“It won’t take long” Y/N says, as if to console him, “A day… maybe two, with travel, Buck— I’ll be back before you know it—”

“Please,” he says, ignoring the map, now, focusing all his attention on her face, on the way she’s looking down at him, brow furrowed with concern, “Please let me come, darlin’— I won’t, I won’t be able to take it if you leave me here alone”

“You won’t be alone,” she says, “Steve is here, and Natasha, and-”

“I’ll go mad,” he tells her, knowing it’s the truth, “Steve won’t be able to do a damn thing about it, because I’ll be locked in your room trying’ to convince myself that you’re not just some kind of hallucination I cooked up whilst I was still in a cryo-tank—”

She laughs softly, he thinks its sound is the most comforting sound in the world.

And then, her palm is on his brow, pressing gently over the skin as though she’s taking his temperature.

“I don’t think anyone as sweet as you could dream me up” she sighs, letting him alter their position so that he’s burying his face against her shoulder, “Baby, I just don’t want you anywhere near—”

“I know-” he cuts in, they’ve had this talk before, “-I know you’re worried ‘bout me, but I— I swear, doll, I’ll be better off with you than I will be in the tower. Even if it’s just a day without ya’, let alone a night, I— I won’t know you’re safe, not for sure and I won’t be able to handle it, I—“

She hushes him, carding his hair back with both hands and guiding his face up so that she can see him, properly. He really does look distraught.

“I don’t want you anywhere near a HYDRA base” she says calmly, “I want you safe, away from any kind of fight that might break out— Away from anythin’ that might hurt you”

He’s about to object, to tell her that he knows all of that, but that he’s serious, and that if she leaves him to go and infiltrate some kind of base where he can’t reach her, that’ll hurt him way more than any fight he’s ever been in—

“I don’t want you to come, Bucky—“ she sighs, “—But, I’m not your Captain, either.”

His blue eyes are wide, and she thinks she can physically see understanding flicker across them.

“Nobody gets to tell you what you can, or can’t do anymore” she says, “Not even me, so if you really want to come, then I’m not going to stop you, but you’ve got to promise me that you’ll stay back, that at most, you’ll watch the surveillance relay and call for back up if I need it-”

“Yes, ma’am” he swears, suddenly giddy with relief, “I’ll do whatever you tell me, I—”

“You’re not listening…” she chuckles, “…I’m not your boss, Buck— I am not giving you orders, I am just asking you to take care of yourself for me. If you insist on coming, then please…please stay somewhere where I know you’re safe, where I won’t have to worry about you gettin’ hurt—”

Seeing Y/N’s composure falter is strange. He knows she loves him. She tells him all the time, and despite himself, and all the reasons he can think of why she shouldn’t, he believes her.

and just like that, he gets it.

She’s going to get hurt trying to keep me safe, he realises, if I get too close all she’s going to do is panic about getting me home in one piece, and no amount of planning is going to matter.

“I swear,” he says seriously, “Y/N/N, I just want to be nearby, I— I just want to know you’re safe, I— I’ll stay back… I’ll stay wherever you think is best— I just can’t stay in that tower, with everyone buzzing around, when I don’t know for certain that you’re safe—”

Then, she nods, accepting his promise and tugging him in a fraction closer.

Bucky feels her letting out a soft sigh against his head, and feels his whole body starting to unfurl.

“So what are you going to tell Steve?” she wonders after a pause, “now you know you’re definitely goin’ to be out of town for a night?”

He chuckles, enjoying being able to relax for the first time since this mission thing had been broached in the first place.

“Well, I think the truth is off the table” he mumbles, “since it’d mean havin’ to explain that we’ve been together for almost a year and he hasn’t noticed-”

“…Almost a year…” she repeats, affectionate, “…that’s a real long time…”

“Best year of my life, doll”

The grin she offers him is blinding. He swears it makes his heart miss a whole beat in his chest.

“What do you wanna’ do to celebrate?” she asks, enjoying the look on his face “Tony offered to throw us a party but-”

“That might be a little loud” Bucky murmurs, “If you’d like somethin’ like that then I’d… I’d work it out, darlin’, but I-”

“I’ve already said no” she assures him, “Most of our friends don’t even know there’s anything to celebrate, Buck, it’d be a Stark affair through and through, and I have enough of those booked in for the rest of the decade.”

He tries to think of a way to explain that just being with her is more than he could dream of. That he doesn’t need any celebration, that she is his biggest celebration.

He can’t. The words won’t come, and he finds himself insanely grateful to be with her, now. To be with someone who doesn’t push him to speak when his throat just tightens.

“He had another suggestion…” Y/N soothes, stroking his cheek, “You know how we’ve just payed a bunch of money to renovate Dad’s old place?… Well it’s ready—It’s got a nice lake out back, it’s not too far from all the action, and it’s now fully kitted out with security tech. We could always go there for the weekend?”

“That,” he says, looking a little surprised, “That sounds real nice, Y/N/N”

“Yeah?” she coos, “I thought so too… and that’s not even the best part— He’s promised to cover my calls whilst we’re away, so we’ll get some real, uninterrupted time, huh? Just me and you— It’ll be nice to be off the grid, for awhile.”

Y/N had thought she’d seen him smiling earlier. She’d have said that he’d looked happy, then— if she hadn’t seen the way he’s beaming at her now.

His eyes are creased at the sides, and looks like his grin is going to split his face.

“I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I, handsome?”

It’s not really a question. Nobody should be that happy to have some quality time with their partner.

It makes her feel strangely guilty. Especially when she remembers where they are, and the way that he’s come to personally drag her out of her office before she can fall asleep in there, again.

“No” he replies quietly, “You’re… You’re perfect…I’m… I’m a little, needy, doll I know I am, I’m workin’ on it but I-”

“You’re not needy” she corrects, “you’re long overdue some attention, Buck… You’re entitled to some fussin’ after spendin’ so long on your own.”

The sound he makes is somewhere between a scoff and a sigh. It makes her heartache in her chest.

“I’m sorry” she says, meaning it, “I know I’ve been caught up in work lately— I promise I’ll get better about—”

“—Don’t apologise—” Bucky cuts in, looking up at her, “—It’s your job, doll, and it’s important, and I know—”

“You’re important”

He’s so, so flattered by her words that all he can do is murmur out an “Oh, god” as his cheeks fill with colour.

and just like that, she no longer feels slightly guilty.

It’s like she’s been punched in the gut.

There’s nothing to distract her—She can see how exhausted he is. The hollows under his eyes are deep set, and dark. There’s a split in his lip that’s halfway healed, and he’s leaning obviously to his right, clearly trying to compensate for the tightness in his shoulder.

and it’s all her fault.

“When did you last sleep, baby?”

He blinks at her, expression suddenly muddled.

She lets her fingers tickle up and across his jaw, noting the subtle way he leans into the contact.

“I got a couple of hours last night” he whispers, swallowing a purr as she tucks a piece of his back behind his ear.

“a couple of hours?” she repeats, “When did you last get a whole night?”

“I’m not sure, darlin’…” he admits, nuzzling into her palm, “…It’s hard for me to settle sometimes when…when—“

“When I’m not there?” she guesses, already knowing that she’s right.

Bucky gives her a tightlipped smile, before pressing a kiss against her wrist.

He looks embarrassed, but only for a second. When he eventually nods, she thinks he seems more relieved than anything else.

She thinks that’s probably sadder.

“It’s not your fault” he’s quick to tell her, “I—”

“—You, are tired…” she says, “…and I, have been spending too much time at the office…”

“-No you hav-”

Y/N’s head shakes, silencing him.

“How many nights have I actually spent at home this week?”

He pauses, blinking considerately.

“I’m actually askin’…” she chuckles, “I’ve lost track of time all together”

“2-” Bucky tells her, nudging her palm with his nose, “-but, it—”

“2 out of 7” she clucks, “That’s bad, Buck, even for me.”

“It’s more like out of 9” he says, “but you asked about this week”

“Jesus” she grumbles, conceding to the way he’s so clearly trying to coax her hand back to his cheek, “Is that counting tonight as a write off?”

He shakes his head and smiles, relishing in the way her fingers are curling across his skin again.

“Well then… We better leave-” Y/N announces, “-2 out of 10 would be—“

“—Not even close to your personal best—” he laughs, even though he instantly stands, scooping the woman in his lap up with a playful flourish, “—doll, but you’re right, we better head back before Tony sends someone else to get ya’—“

“What a terrifying thought—” she teases, clutching his fingers as they start to walk out into the now deserted office building, “—have you eaten dinner yet?”

“No—” he tells her, hearing the distinctive click of Y/N’s security system sealing her office behind them, “— I Haven’t had much of an appetite”

That confession is fairly predictable, given the state he’s been in about the mission.

“Reckon you could eat something now?” she asks, tone blessedly un-judgemental, “We can swing by a burger joint— there are a dozen between here and the tower-”

“Whatever you want, doll”

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river-bottom-nightmare · 3 years

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I don't know why but all I can think about today is the batfam all going to a gala and just immediately trying to get Dick to act as a sheild for them. Like, Dick will just be nearby, maybe getting a snack for himself, and the next thing he knows is that someone is tugging at his arm and saying, "Oh, have you met Dick yet? He'd love to talk to you. Trust me, he would know way more about that subject than I would..." And EVERYONE'S doing it. Dick can't get a moment to himself before another family member is throwing him under the bus and he can't decide whether to lecture them all later or to just let it be since he knows they're all either extremely introverted, extremely akward, or both. Just as he's about to decide to take pity on them all and just start interupting conversations himself, BRUCE of all people shoves him in front of a bunch of business people saying, "Well, if we're not talking about company stuff anymore, do you all remember Dick? He did a cartwheel for you all when he was nine." It is then that Dick realizes this has ALWAYS been how Galas have worked for him and he's not pleased.

ok but this is adorable???

because brucie wayne has always been an act, one that bruce enjoys playing, if only for the thrill of it, and the enjoyment he gets from this extended ruse. but even the funniest act can get tiring sometimes, and there are very few people he actually enjoys being around, the people at galas being far from them.

jason doesn’t visit galas anymore, but when he was a kid, he used to hate them. everyone’s smiles were made of plastic, but their pinches on his cheeks were sharp as knives. the atmosphere was smothering, and he hated it.

tim’s just naturally an introvert. he’s like bruce in that sense, there are a few people that he likes (his family and young justice make up most of them) and with those people, he’ll allow himself to relax fully. but anyone else activates his go-hide-by-the-orchestra senses. he knows how important those galas are, so he’ll attend and schmooze with investors, but he hates every part of it.

cass and damian both just dislike being around large crowds of people. they feel out of control, out of their element, and generally uncomfortable with the situation. they’re almost constantly palming a weapon, and the rest of the fam allows it, because they recognize how grounding it is, and how much it helps them grasp a semblance of control.

but unlike the rest of his brothers and sister, dick’s an extrovert. especially so. now that isn’t to say he likes the company at the galas, because he most certainly does not. these are the same people that threw slurs at him when he was a kid for his heritage, then turned right around and threw their daughters at him when he was an adult. but he’s always enjoyed performing. he feels at home under the spotlight, with all eyes on him. attending a gala is just another fight, which are things he lives for. harsh blows are exchanged for cutting remarks, guns and knives are exchanged for smirks and scowls, but dick’s quips and puns remain the same.

of course, he was irritated at first, because goddamnit he was really enjoying the shrimp salad, and now he has to do the standing splits in a fancy suit because bruce got tired of talking to people, but eventually it becomes another game to him. how quickly can he get the people’s attention off his siblings when he sees them getting uncomfortable. he alternates between being so smooth the person practically jumps to talk to him and being so annoying that the person just huffs and leaves the conversation altogether.

because there are two things that dick both loves doing and considers himself a master at: protecting his family and using his wit to irritate the everloving hell out of people he doesn’t like.

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,jesus fucking christ on a chicken kebab now i gotta write a fic. but this truly was a blessed concept and i enjoyed it very very much. thanks babe!

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yandere-ac · 4 years

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Hello! I really love your writing! May i request a Yam Dobie? I really love the guy. Thank you

Platonic Yandere Dobie X Reader

I hope it was okey that I made this into a familial story. Also heads up. This one gets dark, like really fucking dark. Not as dark as like Bitter Raymond levels of dark but far darker than my usual content. But with that, I hope you enjoy.

His pup

“Where are you going little one?” Oh boy, here we go again. You’re shoulders tensed up as you heard the voice of your caretaker break through the silence. You thought that you were quiet as well. “I’m just gonna go to Eriks place. No need to worry about me pop” you said as you gave him a heartfelt smile. He gave you a tired one in return. “Oh Erik! He’s a nice boy. Tell him I said hi” he said as he petted your head. “Oh don’t worry pop, we’re gonna come back here after a while” you said as you gave your old man a goodbye hug. And with that. You left.

You loved Dobie very much.

After all, if it weren’t for him, you’d be dead. Or worse...

It had been a cold and rainy night when a wolf was rushing home. The raindrops were hitting his fur, making him damp. It had been a long and tough workday and he just wanted to go home and relax. That wolf was Dobie. He took his umbrella out and was about to start running when the sudden sound of high pitched cries pierced through the air. That made him stop immediately. Looking around for the source of the crying and screaming he found a small alleyway in witch the cries seemed to come from. As he approached the alleyway the cries only got louder until he stood before a small cardboard box. His eyes widened as he saw what was inside it. Inside of the box was a human baby, incredibly frail and thin. They were wrapped up in a red blanket, barely protecting them as rain poured down on them. Did someone leave their child here?

As he approached the baby, their cries started to die down as they looked at him. Their eyes were big and glossy. He made sure to shield them from any rain as he inspected them closer. This child was in an even worse condition then he first thought. They were not just skinny but they were practically skin and bones at this point. It made him wonder when they last got something to eat. Gently searching the babies blanket he found no note attached to them. Leaving his umbrella over the child, he walked out from the alleyway, looking for whoever coukd have left the baby.But there was no one around. No one around to help. Soon he walked back to the cardboard box, looking at the tiny human. They looked so small, so fragile, so completely and utterly helpless. He knew if he left them here, they would die. So, with a deep sigh, trying to ignore the possibility that someone could be looking for their child, he picked up the kid carefully. His arms felt shaky, it felt as if he would drop them if he weren’t careful. The baby let out a string of happy giggles and joyful gurgles as they were placed his his grasp, he could feel them curl their frail fingers around one of his claws. As a wolf who never had the chance to have children, maybe this wasn’t so bad. He decided to take care of the human like his own. His child. His pup.

And that human was you. Y/N. Growing up with Dobie was a delight, he had managed to nurse you back to health and he tought you about everything you knew today. You had so much respect for him. But you weren’t a small helpless baby anymore. You knew how to take care of yourself and there was no need for him to protect you, especially since he was getting older nowadays and you didn’t want him to strain himself for you. But this is how it went, he would often want to know where you were at all times and you just had to deal with that.

Walking towards Erik house it had starter to rain, and so, to sheild yourself from the water droplets,

you pulled out your umbrella. But as you walked you couldn’t help but feel a strange feeling of someone...or something looking at you. You tried to shake off the feeling but it followed you all the way to the park. But as soon as you saw Eriks eyes light up an d run up to you, the feeling disappeared completely. The moose tackled you into a hug as he yelled out your name. “Y/N!!!!” He did this any and every time you met him but it was always just as charming. You spun him around before bringing him closer to you body. The two of you giggled before disbanding the hug to look into each other’s eyes. “So! What’s on the agenda today?” You asked your friend as he grabbed your hand. “I was thinking we could go to your place and watch a movie? I’ve picked out a goodie!” He said, jumping up and down slightly. And so the two of you returned to your place, walking up the stairs to go to your room Erik noticed that Dobie was staring at him rather intensely. He had no time to think about it before you dragged him up to your room.

“Okey so what movie are we gonna watch?” You asked him, he started to blush at that as he took out the dvd. “I-it’s uh...it’s the notebook...I’ve actually never seen it but Isabelle recommended it to me! And i trust her taste in movies!” He said as you sat down on your sofa in front of the small tv. “Sounds good! Put it in!” You said. This made Erik tense up. “I-uh what?” He asked. “The disc Erik. Put in the disc”

And so the two of you watched the move sitting next to each other. After a while of watching, you felt him put his hoof in your hand. Looking up at him you could see a tiny hint of pink brush his cheeks. You gave him a gentle smile and rested your head against his shoulder. You could feel his heat radiating off him as he slowly returned the gesture. About 10 minutes later he looked over to you. You turned your focus off the movie and towards Erik, his eyes were soft and looking almost adoringly at you. He took in a deep breath, almost as if hyping himself up. “So...umm...Y/N...theres something I’ve wanted to tell you for a very long time...” he said, looking down at the ground. “Go on...” you told Erik. “Well...the truth is Y/N...I like you! Like! Really really like you! Every time you smile, every time you laugh, every time we see each other! It fills my belly with butterflies! A-And I can’t keep all of the butterflies inside of me any longer! How will I make room for food if I don’t?” Erik said, trying to ease up the tension with some jokes. It failed as the serious aura persisted. “...I’m....I’ve just been so afraid that you don’t like me as much as I do...and I don’t want to ruin our friendship! I would never forgive myself for losing you or scaring you away. It’s just, your so much cooler and better than me. Every thing you do is jus-“ his trail of thought stopped as he felt warm hands grab ahold of his hooves. Looking up finally, his gaze was met with your glossy ones. Tears threatening to spill as you embraced your best friend into a big hug. “Of course I like you, you big doof! I’ve liked you ever since I met you!” As Erik heard this he embraced you, letting out a breathy and relived laugh. What you said was true. You’ve had a crush on Erik ever since you met him. It was only when he started to support you and hung out with you when that crush developed into love. You had needed a lot of support as of lately, as anyone you got close to suddenly moved out without even saying goodbye. Erik has helped you through out the whole ordeal and you were so grateful for it. And now here you were, snuggling next to each other while watching movies.

That’s pretty much how the night continued. The two of you watched movies all while spooning, neither of you were really paying attention. At the end of the night Erik left to go back to his place. You were asleep by then, having fallen asleep while watching the movie. Erik had carried you to bed and quietly gone out. Strange, walking to back to his house he had gotten a strange feeling up his spine, making him shiver slightly. It had almost felt like...like someone was watching him, it’s two eyes carving into his body like a predator stalking it’s unsuspecting pray. Just waiting for the perfect moment. The perfect moment to-

“AH-“ Erik felt himself being tackled to the ground. But before he could scream he felt a large hand cover his mouth. “Don’t. It won’t end good for you...” he heard a familiar voice call out. Dobie? “I am going to turn you over and remove my hand, you aren’t gonna scream unless you wish to lose that thick skull of yours. Capiche?” The only thing Erik could do was nod, his breath feeling more and more shaky as dread creeped up his back. “Good” was the only thing Dobie said before letting go of Erik. He was still towering over him, making sure he couldn’t run away without getting killed. “W-What are you doing?” Erik asked dreadfully, his voice cracking multiple times. “Making sure you stay away from my pup. You see, Y/N thinks that I can’t fend for myself any longer. That I’m to old. But this is far from the first time I’ve done this Erik. Do you really think tens of people that all were close to Y/N just mysteriously moved out for no reason? No, that’s not what happened...” Dobie said, leaning dangerously close to Erik, eyes bloodshot and wide open. This was the first time Erik had ever seen him with his eyes open. And it scared him beyond belief. “What-what did you do to them?” He asked nervously. “This exact thing happened, I gave them all a choice, stay away from my pup...or face the consequences” Dobie said. “Now, I’m gonna ask you to move away tonight, I don’t care we’re as long as it’s far away from my Y/N!” Dobie said breathing out hot air, showing off his terrifyingly sharp fangs in the process. “That’s not fair! Y/N should be able to live as they want!” Erik said, protesting against these outrageous demands. “I would choose my next words carefully if I were you boy. Are you gonna move or what?” Dobie asked once more, putting more enforcement on the “what” , clearly getting agitated.

“Listen Dobie! I would never hurt Y/N! They’re my best friend and...and I live her!” At that Dobie slashes his claws against Eriks face. The last comment clearly struck a nerve. Erik let out a painful yell but was silenced once again by Dobie. “You know what kiddo, you’ve always been on my nerves. The only reason I kept you around was because Y/N was happy around you. But now you’ve done it, you’ve pissed off the wrong wolf!” He said. Suddenly the atmosphere got a lot more sinister as Dobie leaned down to Erik. “You wanna know a secret? I lied before. Not everyone moved out when I told them to. There was another pest just like you who were stupid enough to defy me. I think his name was moose or something. Such a small thing has no rights to try and act tough. I must say, I did enjoy what I did to him a little to much. I think it’s sort of an animalistic instinct. I’m sure you’ve heard stories about the big bad wolf, and how people like you end up in those stories? Well, how about we reenact those stories huh?” At this, Erik started to struggle and thrash and scream. “Oh quit that, it’ll only hurt for a second”

Erik started to panic, Y/N! What about Y/N! Did she know any of this?! She had to know! This was only gonna repeat over and over unless she finds out! Y/N! Y/N!!! Y/-

Chomp

Eriks eyes went wide for a few moments before all of the life ran out of them.

Thump

Down on the ground laid only a husky of the moose that were there just seconds before. The metallic smell lingered in the air and it awoke something in Dobie that he hadn’t felt in a long time...the feeling of adrenaline of both the killing bite, the smell and taste of blood, AND the feeling of being able to keep Y/N to himself. It was something he had missed. No one would take you away from him again. And no one ever will.

After all

You’re his pup

#yandere #yandere acnh #acnh #animal crossing x reader #yandere animal crossing #ac dobie #erik ac #tw yandere #tw murder #im sorry i made your grampa into a murdurer #i just couldnt help myself alright

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zhuilingyizhen · 4 years

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agents of shield x mdzs au

This is the qUaLitY content y’all get from this blog. Also see me spamming friend about this AU. It’s junior-centered, with a dash of wangxian. This is basically a more in-depth version of what I gave my friend lol

After getting kicked out of SHIELD for questionable experiments involving Kree blood, Wei Wuxian was spying on Hydra (lead by Wen Ruohan) by infiltrating them as a scientist. However, being Wei Wuxian, he neglected to tell anyone since he got kicked out, so everyone thought he betrayed them.

So he’s at Hydra, befriending Wen Qing & Ning, and realizes that they’re good people.

But he got caught giving info to Director LXC, so Wei Wuxian makes his grand escape. He may have accidentally knocked over a terrigenesis crystal while trying to escape the Nightless City.

The terrigenesis crystal may have turned a little boy into an Inhuman (the first time anyone went through terrigenesis) and that little boy (Wen Yuan) may have accidentally burnt down the entire Nightless City.

At least, that’s how WWX explains it to Lan Wangji when he gives LWJ a child to take care of.

So, with Wen Yuan in SHIELD custody, Lan Wangji adopts him & renames him Lan Sizhui. He’s still a child (I don’t know why I keep referring to him as a little boy?? He’s like 12-ish??).

So Wei Wuxian goes off to re-join the remnants of HYDRA because they let him experiment in peace & he gets to keep an eye on them for SHIELD (even though he’s an ex-agent).

But before that, he vouches for WQ & WN to join SHIELD. And though many people there are suspicious, they do have a vacant spot for a doctor now that Dr. Wei is gone & WQ is quite good. They bring WN along too.

Meanwhile: Lan Jingyi is getting abused my his mother & his dad is working across the country so life is quite sucky for him.

Thankfully, his family has connections to one Lan Xichen (who learns about the abuse eventually) and Jingyi gets into SHIELD Academy. What he doesn’t know is that he comes from a line of people with Inhumans genes.

Which may or may not how been why Xichen was visiting.

Anyways, Sizhui & Jingyi meet at SHIELD Academy (both around 13-14?) and Lan Qiren is about to get more headaches.

Eventually, he (now 16) gets told why he was accepted on the first place & asked if he’d like to go through terrigenesis. He’s like “ok” and boom vocal mind control.

That’s actually inaccurate; he has the power to manipulate people with his voice. He has to learn how to control it though.

Wei Wuxian rejoins SHIELD! Lan Sizhui meets the person who saved him all those years ago. yay.

Little did they know, Wei Wuxian was expieriemnting with terrigenesis while he was gone but shhhhhhh-

Now onto Jin Ling’s backstory, cause his is a doozy.

Jiang Yanli got Inhuman genes from her mother. So did jc, but his powers & stuff come into play later. Wwx is their adopted bro, but due to circumstances that will be explained later, Wwx & jc are estranged.

Jyl and jzx raise jl for most of his younger childhood (until he’s about 7-8) when evil HYDRA people come in & kill jzx and kidnap jyl for Inhuman experimentation. Note, she has the genes but isn’t an Inhuman (yet).

Ling is very sad and Jiang Cheng swoops in to take him in. Jc actually worked at as a SHEILD agent back from before lxc was Director (coughxichengcough) but left when his sister was kidnapped so he could try to track her down & save her. Instead he gets his nephew.

Jc also takes over his parents’ buisness to get a source of income.

And jc goes through the woes of being a parent up until he also gets kidnapped by HYDRA. Jl also gets nabbed, but HYDRA separates them

Wwx may have been expierimenting but he tries to do it without hurting any of them, and he validates it because he prevented many people from getting cut open by explaining to the HYDRA heads that they’re most useful alive. It somehow works.

In fact, wwx is assigned to jl. The HYDRA people know wwx’s relation to jc & jyl, so they don’t tell wwx that they kidnapped jc & jyl or that they’re literally in the same facility.

Since wwx was assigned to jl, he basically helps him undergo terrigenesis and tries to determine his power.

Wwx also doesn’t know that jl is kinda his nephew. But he pities him, so he maybe helps jl escape, but in a way so that no one realizes it because he still has his cover to maintain.

(also, I forgot to mention: jyl’s kidnapping caused jc & wwx to become estranged).

So wwx may have had a very loud conversation near jl’s cell about some of the exits and also teaches jl the basics on his Inhuman ability. maybe the device he uses to control jl’s powers happened to malfunction in the middle of the night.

Ling, not knowing that wwx is helping him, uses his power (energy manipulation) to break out and makes a run for it.

He manages to escape (wwx had a very detailed convo about the building’s layout) and gets the hell out of there.

Jl’s smart enough to realize that since HYDRA knows where he lives, that he probably shouldn’t go back home.

He really wants to get his uncle back (and maybe his mom, but he’s not sure she’s still alive) but has like no idea how to use his power to do anything except bomb stuff. & that only works like half the time.

Jin Ling is about to kill a bitch but then he remembers that his uncle gave him an address to go to if anything ever happened (remember, jc is an ex-SHIELD agent so bad things happen quite a lot).

Meanwhile, despite his carefulness, wwx got caught and HYDRA is deciding whether or not he will die. Wwx, being the genius he is, takes all his stuff and gets the fuck outta there.

He decides to go visit his kinda-boyfriend (that he may or may not have been ignoring for like 13 years), lwj back at SHIELD. He also wants to see how the Wen siblings are doing.

So WWX goes back to SHIELD, only about an hour before Ling arrives. In jl’s defense, he had no idea that the entrance to a secret government organization was a quaint little music shop.

He just kinda... walks in, and everyone is freaking bc they have been breached but sees him and thinks “huh he kinda looks like jc” and then lxc thinks “oh no what happened this time”

Lxc introduces himself and jl (being the second best matchmaker here, second to only lxc) accidentally reveals that jc talked about him before.

Lxc is pleasantly surprised (gay) and asks jl to come with him into his office so that they can... chat.

On their way, they pass by the science lab. Wei Wuxian, who just came back to base, is happily walking along with Lan Sizhui, when all hell breaks loose.

Remember when I said that wwx was quite secretive about helping? And that jl is still upset bc he never got his uncle back and he can’t lose another family member, not to them?

So obviously jl does what anyone would if you saw the guy who forced you to undergo a life-changing event and was involved in the organization that kidnapped two of his family members and killed his dad: he attaccs.

If you also remember, I mentioned that jl has no fucking clue what he’s doing. All he knows is energy and boom boom.

And the mini-explosions only work in close range, from what he’s seen. So in his anger, he unlocks a new skill: energy shots.

Wei Wuxian took cover like the second he realized who was attempting to kill him and screaming at the others not to kill his assailant no matter how annoying he was.

Lan Wangji sadly wasn’t at base, but Sizhui was, and he can certainly hold his own against Ling, especially since Sizhui has had more time to train with his power.

Luckily, Jingyi swoops in & uses his voice to force jl to stop. They handcuff him and lxc drags him away into his office.

It’s safe to say that the science lab corridor is fried.

That’s basically how jl got introduced to SHIELD (he eventually joins and learns the truth about wwx, which makes all their past interactions quite awkward).

Now we have Zizhen, who comes into the story after the two Lans have become agents but before the whole Jin Ling fiasco occurs.

Sizhui & Jingyi were sent to see if Agent Ouyang Xingyun (@yoitsamy’s oc older sis of oyzz)‘a family knew where she was because she was on a undercover mission & didn’t check in with her contact last week. + she didn’t contact SHIELD so Director LXC was worried.

They look through the window and everything is a mess, so they kick down the door and try to find anyone. The whole place is torn apart, like people were fighting there.

In the upstairs bedroom, they find Ouyang Zizhen & four of his younger siblings huddled together in a corner, protected by a forcefield-like shield. Once they realize the Lans aren’t a threat, the go back to SHIELD HQ and put in a room there until they can figure out wtf was going on.

Apparently, Zizhen unlocked his powers w/o terrigenesis when they got attacked by someone who was looking for his sister and used it to protect his siblings. They hadn’t seen their big sister in weeks.

So the Lans have a new case to solve, SHIELD has two new Inhumans with off circumstances, and Lan Wangji is one Xichen away from killing Jin Ling.

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randomsevans · 4 years

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LATE LIES

Part 2

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary:you have recently decoved that your finance captain america is cheating on you. But there again you could be wrong. But what will happen when your not wrong ?. And your not the only one who has cort on to steve shaddy activitys .

AN : my grammar and spelling isn't the best so bare that in mind .

@nomadevans82

Breakfast was quickly over. No word . No affection. Shown by the man who was ment to love you, the man you are ment to marry , the man you suspect is cheating on you. But maybe your wrong , maybe your brain is just over thinking. This is captain america we are speaking about, man who said your his world , his love , he wouldnt do anything to hurt you , especially in such a way . Would he ?

He wouldnt or so you thought/knew.

'God why cant I think straight ' you mind was racing around and around , question after question , excuse after excuse for him .

Maybe your just overreacting, I mean my spy training doesn't mean I have to be right every time . Nobody else has notice his behalf? Right .but you have and you know him better then anyone . Or so you should. But your not the only one whose notice a change . Nat did , she look like she was about to skin him alive with her butter knife at the breakfast.

You mind racing , your fist rapidly punching the bag , never stop . The training room had blurred form your vision along with everyone in it . You can feel you blood boiling , tight knots in your stomach as you think about steve with sharon . Your temper going just above busting point . You didnt notice you went breathing. You didnt notice your eyes glowing, you didnt notice the punching bag flying off , with a swerling yellow sting glow around it . You just stare at it , forgetting all the people . Nobody would notice anyway , it's not unusual for this to happen , but what is , is the power running through your veins . The very thing , nobody knows, the thing you hide , the thing you run away from , thing you dont want people to know about you , hell you dont even know what it is exactly. You spend all you time hiding it . The minority of the time you cant feel it running though , you normally have hold over it . But when your emotions get to extreme (more like things you dont experience often ) such as a need to cry, or your anger , anxiety. It slips out and your cant control it. And it doesn't help you are feeling all these right now.

You final brought back form your blurred vision with a hand on your shoulder. If it was anyone else you'd push them off , but not this person. Youd no them any way . Ever since it first comforted you when you just a child, in place no child should be , in a situation no child should be , expecting things no child should ever .

You slowing turn your face toward him . Bucky .or james as you knew him as a child . Hes your comfort , the closest thing you got to w father in the red room . This you keep a secret form everyone else , no one apart from nat knows that you were in the red room with her and as she was training and falling in love with james . He acted as a father to , never letting you get near the same amount punishment as the other girls. So when you found he was still alive , when you found he was becoming sane minded again you couldn't be happy. You weirdly felt safe the world again . After you were told just after he managed for you to escape that the red room had killed him .

You have alot of secrets such as people dont know about the fact that the red room trained you , Bucky trained you , or the fact that you two have a father and daughter relationship . Nobody knows not even Steve, to everyone else sheild trained you, you were a good field agent and was giving the opportunity to become an averager under the request of Nat .But at least two people know them nat and buck , they raised you basically, they know you , they know your history. But theres one secret that nat doesn't even know, only james . And that's about your mutation. James found out about it the same time you did .

You were 11 years old , training with james in a dark cold room . The constenced shouting in russian and girls crying was getting to your head missing punishing and kicks , you head was fuzzy, everything was become to quick , to fast . You couldn't handle it , although you go thought it every day . You final get a burst of energy and it shoots thought your veins and bones , the bright yellow light swerling around, pushing James into the wall . He knew what it was , he had heard of mutation before and what happens when the red room find a girl who has one , they either dont last very long or are put into different facilities. He protected you , help you hide it . Still does today .

So when you turned around , you saw the panic on his face, he knew what had happend , he was the only person in the room that saw as always. And he knew something was wrong because you knew let it get the better of . He automatically pulled you into a hug hiding your face from the rest of the world in his chest . It would be so easy to cry , so easy. If you wernt so anger you were shacking .

"Your okay " "your safe " "I got you " " you can calm down " he constantly whispers until you did as you were told and calmed down . You glance up till you met his glaze . His eyes was swerling with fear and empathy for you . "Now you gonna tell me what's got you all worked up ?"he asked pulling the hair out of your face . You just shake you head negatively, he nodded in return , knowing you was going to answer him anytime soon .

"I might have an idea " nats voice stalled you . 'Did she see ?' You become anxious again you dont want anyone to know about you mutions .

"You've go quite the rage and strength, and rightfully to " at this you know she must think you just punched the bag down .

"What do you mean ? What happend ? Do u know what's wrong? NAT tell me ! " buck quietly shouted concerned, pulling away form you , facing nat with his armes crossed .

"Calm down papa wolf , I dont think nows the time , let's calm her down and get a drink in her first , I know she needs it " she glanced at you sympathetically, she knows about sharon and Steve.

"What ! Nat Its 11am the mo...." bucky was cut off by the annocument above.

"Party tonight people. Main floor see you there tonight. Peace out , Iron man ! " Tony said though the speakers .

"Great !" You said walking out of the training room , towards your room , knowing you'll stay there u till the party.

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Hours had passed and you haven't seen anyone all day , steve didnt come to check up on you like he normal did , you asked friday what he was doing every hour and your were denied access.

You and Nat hadn't spoke about what was playing on your mind , you just spent your day with a few early drinks and tv . It got to the time where it was time to get ready .you sat in that's room with a dress she picked out for you lying on her bed . You sat at the mirror finishing your simple make up nothing to extreme hust enough to add to your natural beauty.

You heard the bathroom door open , you turned to see that Nat was almost ready

"Come on kid , I know parties ain't really our thing but at least they'll be vodka "she joked .

"Thank god " you rolled your eyes and got up picking up your dress and heading towards the bathroom. You were just about to close the door when Nat sighed

"Y/n you .... I..... do you see what i see " she ask clearly neverous .

"About ?" You tried to act clueless but you knew what she was about to say

"About steve "

"..... " you stay silent for a while " can we not.. not right now .. we both could be wronge his the man I'm marrying, the man I love .... i dont want to think about it .... I... we might be wronge "

She scoffed at the thought but she nodded her head . And in you went into the bathroom to finish getting ready .

When you emerged out of the bathroom in your dark blue silk dress that hugged and was lose in all the right placed . With your hair curled and pinned half up and half down .

"Oh my .... you look gorgeous " Nat said with wide eyes . You felt it too as much as you ddint want to go to this party you felt great in this dress almost forgetting everything

"You look stunning as always " Nat just shrugged it off and grab your hand while heading our her door .

When you got into the hallway you and nat both stopped in your tracks.

"There you are ... iv been looking for you ... Tony and his parties eh " Steve laugh making you laugh too . This man put you into a trance everytime you saw him , he was in a dark blue shirt similar to your dress (not on purpose) . He looked as good as ever , you sighed with the biggest smile thinking this man is going to be your for ever soon . But then the voice started to creep back into your head ,instantly your small dropped to a frown

Steve took a step closer to you and kissed you on the check you let out a breath that you didnt know you was holding all day ,

'See everything normal we were just over reacting '

He smiled down at you "you look good " he said but he didnt even look at you the way be usual would , he didnt say what he usal would , it would be more then just good ...

"Good ? She looks stunning " Nat blurted out , you could tell she was staring at him like he was the target .

He just wrapped an arm losly around you , not tight like he normal would, he once said it was to keep you by his side and let everyone know your his . But not now . You felt so stuiped being in his arms .

"Let's go shall we "

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You had been at the party for not that long Steve was by your side laughing and joking with everyone around the group . Nat , Bucky and Tony all laughing and joking

Everyone would feel fine if it wasnt for Steve's eyes keep wondering off

You sighed , chucking down your drunk , thinking your the only one that noticed but you forget that you were next to the best assassins you have ever know .

"Hi everyone "

"Oh hi sharon " Tony said

Your eyes snapped to her stunned , everyone eyes fell on her as you all stood at the bar in a circle she had managed to get her way inbetween Tony and steve

" you look stunning " steve said looking her up and down with a smirk , your heart dropped

"You get good and she gets stunning!"

"Thank you " sharon whisper trying not to star at steve but failing as there both keep sharing glances at each other, as a blush creeped on her check .

The music was the only thing filling the silence for a while as Tony sipped on his drink clueless . With steve and Sharom basically eye fucking each other while unknowly to you two very very anger killing mansions were ready to be Roger's down . You just stood there tears threating to make an appearance.

"I'm... I'm just going to pop to the.. " you couldn't finish your sentence already making your way down the hall .

Nobody looked at you are asked if you were okay .

You made your way blindly down corridors in all different directions you didnt know where you ended up, all you knew was you were far way you didnt hear the music and you were safe alone . You let out a quiet sob that lead to a few tears escaping your tear duck as you fought them off . Ignoring the stinging feeling with the tight chest and pit in your stomach .

Some one pulled you into there arms you you could see was a few red strains of hair

"Sshhhhh "

"I dont know why I'm like this.... I might be wronge " you choked out

Nat just gave you a look like 'when are we ever wronge "

"Come lets go back " was all she said you nodded .

She rubbed your back as you made your way through the corridors . Before you turned a corner you heard a quiet bang followed by laughter and giggles . You and Nat quietly laught and slowly made your way to the corner.

You stopped dead in your tracks with nat behind you . You were barely visible as you were still hidden around the corner .you quickly took a step back , pushing Nat backwards , she looked confused but you both listen carefully.

All you could hear was short breaths with giggles and growls

"Stop that "you heard a high pitched giggle

"Hell no ! I wanted to get my hands on you all night "

"You would be able to if you didnt have her ..."

"Soon " The deep voice cut her off "soon I'll be all your okay "

Your heart drop you could help the tears roll down your cheek. As you saw and hear Steve with sharon , it hit you hard , it all become reality and you couldn't take it . Nat griped you tightly clearly trying to calm her anger .

There voice went away and nat looked around the corner

"There gone ..I'm going to kill him " she snapped

You sobs became louder and louder your whole body was shaking

"Why ? Why ? Why ? He said he loved me , said I was his world , I'm meant to be his wife soon why ? What did he mean by soon ? Was he going to leave you?

Your body was shaking as nat stepped back , unknowly to you everything around you was shaking to . You vision blur and lost all connection to world around you and your heart was literally tearing into piece making the unwanted power over come you .

"Uh no nooo no " was all you hear and Bucky ran his way towards you

"Calm down it okay " bucky slowly came near you as the shaking stopped. He quickly wrapped you in his arms

"Calm down !"

There was silence that felt like forever Nat with her anger towards Roger's and shocked by you . While Bucky was staying calm for you

"You going to tell me ? " he asked slowly.

You shook your head no

There both sighed

"Fine I will!" Nat snapped

"No .. no please dont" you begged.

"What ? What is it ? "Bucky asked getting impatient

"No .. don't say it...its not real until you say it " you hiccup on everyone word

"Please " you begged one last time

"Just tell me god damn it "

"Roger's is cheating with carter "nat barked over youf sobs

"What !"

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #steve rogers au #steve rodgers imagine #steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers #steve x reader

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marvels-agents100 · 4 years

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waltz (part 3)

pairing: bucky x fem ! reader

word count: 5709

trigger warnings: none

author’s note: so, it’s obvious the plot isn’t my own, and this part is very movie heavy (aka not much insert of the reader), but i promise it’ll get better as i’m able to add extra scenes! thank you for reading anyways!

It wasn't a shock to you when a full police escort guided the armored vehicles to Berlin. The Joint Counter Terrorist Centre didn't take any chances with security, not only securing everyone within protected vehicles, but having a long trail of police cars on each end of the transport. You knew it was completely overdramatic, but you knew who Bucky was now. Of course, most only saw him for what he was for the past seventy years, not who he had become since the fall of HYDRA.

You sat next to Sam, Steve on his other side and the man who you now knew as T'Challa in front of you. You kept your gaze out the window, trying to ignore the pain in your side while actively avoiding any confrontation with Steve. At that point, you weren't sure how he would ever forgive you for hiding Bucky, and you were even more unsure of wether you deserved his forgiveness. If the worry you felt in that moment for Bucky was only a fraction of what he felt all those years searching, then you couldn't even imagine the pain he had been going through. You knew that if you were in his position, you wouldn't forgive yourself.

"So you like cats?" Sam broke the silence.

"Sam." Steve scolded.

"What? Dude shows up dressed like a cat, you don't wanna know more?" There was a slight bitterness to his words- he was clearly holding a grudge.

There was a pause before Steve spoke.

"Your suit, it's vibranium?

"The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations," T'Challa spoke, "A mantle, passed from warrior to warrior. And now, because your friend murdered my father," your eyes snapped to him at his words, "I also wear the mantle of king. So I ask you, as both warrior and king, how long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?"

His voice held a venom that made your blood boil. You were half tempted to scream at him, shouting that Bucky was with you, in Bucharest, the entire time. You wanted to take T'Challa by the shoulders and prove to him how wrong he was, a complete disregard of his feelings in your actions.

But, you didn't. And you wouldn't. Because at the end of the day, T'Challa acted in a way you could imagine yourself reacting to the situation as he saw it. This man had lost his father, watched him die when it was not yet his time. Not only did he have the weight of a new loss on his shoulders, but he also had to walk into a role where he protected a whole group of people, how large you weren't sure, but you assumed that responsibility didn't come without stress.

Your heart broke for T'Challa, not being able to imagine the pain he had suffered in such a short period of time. In fact, all of the people that surrounded you- Avenger or not- suffered from pain in their own way, and while it is so much easier to act upon pain, you have to be able to step back and provide understanding for rash decisions and impulsive action.

Trauma is one hell of a drug.

Maybe that's why you hid Bucky away without second thought. You had to give him room to feel his pain, so he didn't act out as a result of unprocessed trauma. You only hoped that Steve could see that as well, eventually.

The Joint Counter Terrorist Centre was a modern yet industrial building. In closest comparison, you would say it looked like a Stark-made building, but everyone had been following in Tony's design standards for years, so that wasn't anything new. You exited the van you were transported in behind Steve, your eyes immediately catching the glass cage Bucky was being moved in. It looked like a tank, like he was a caged animal, a spectacle to see. It made you cringe visibly, your lips pulling into a grimace. Steve followed your line of sight, his eyes softening for the first time since he hopped into the passenger side of the car you stole on that Romanian highway, his Captain exterior crumbling instantly when he saw his oldest friend.

Bucky seemed calm. Pissed, hurt, and overall unhappy, but calm. He kept his eyes on the ground in front of him, trying to avoid any eye contact with either you or Steve. He had learned how to keep his emotions in check through training as a soldier, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to keep it together if he saw either of you. The game completely changed when it came to the people he cared for.

You- in some way that even he couldn't explain- had been able to break down Bucky's walls and see the person he hid underneath. He had allowed himself to be fully expressed around you, wether it was a full, beaming smile while he laughed, or the way he let himself feel refreshed as the voice of Billy Eckstine filled your apartment, or when he would try to apologize to you a thousand times in a single glance while also fighting off GSG 9 units. It was the small things, the micro expressions and whispered confessions that his former self, his darker self, would've forbidden. Somehow, someway, he had no problem exposing those hidden parts of himself to you. So, he kept his eyes forward, refusing to give his captors any inkling of what was going on inside his head. He was so tired of people picking his brain; he'd had enough of that for a lifetime.

You ripped your gaze away from Bucky, following Steve as he approached the five people waiting for the five of you to arrive. You recognized the three men standing in the background as soldiers, there for protection. To the left was a small-framed blonde woman you knew as Sharron Carter- someone you had grown to know when SHEILD initially collapsed. Apparently, she had been reassigned here with her job in the CIA while you were hunting for a former assassin. The man standing next to her, although short in stature, held a confidence and slightly threatening nature to him, and you immediately knew that he was in charge in this facility.

"What's going to happen to him?" Steve asked flatly as you reached them.

"Same thing that ought to happen to you. Psychological evaluation and extradition." The man spoke, no fear or wavering in his voice.

"This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander." Sharron introduced. Your eyebrow raised at him, a sneaking feeling in your gut making you believe that you shouldn't trust him. It wasn't something you could explain, but the way your stomach dropped when he began talking was a clear indication from your intuition that he wasn't on your side.

"What about a lawyer?" Steve asked, to which you had to hold back your scoff. It was a bold question, seeing as to how many laws were broken within the past day. Lawyers were completely out of the question at that point.

"Lawyer. That's funny." Everett spoke with a sarcastic grin. "See to it their weapons are placed in lockup." He spoke to Sharron without looking at her. "We'll write you a receipt."

"I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that." Sam threatened.

"Yeah, handle carefully, mine's borrowed property." You chimed in, "Also, you might not know me, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), former SHEILD agent," Everett looked straight at you as you introduced yourself, a sarcastic and slightly venomous air to your words, "if it wouldn't, you know, be too much of a bother, I am in a significant amount of pain, having fought alongside what was mostly super soldiers only hours ago, and would like to see any kind of medical professional before I bleed out internally, thanks." You smile sweetly, almost enjoying the way Everett's eyes narrowed at you. Sharron fought a smirk, finding herself missing the way you always fought for the best treatment of you and everybody else, no matter what the consequence was. It was a trait you shared with Steve, and it definitely made the bond between the Captain and yourself stronger.

"Can we get someone upstairs, to look her over while they meet." Everett spoke to one of the soldiers, who relayed the message into their walkie-talkies. He looked back to you with a slightly annoyed look, then turned and began walking towards the elevator, you, Steve, Sam, and T'Challa in tow. Steve glanced over his shoulder at Bucky, and you followed his line of sight to see Bucky was looking back, his eyes flickering to you. It was only a second, but his once emotionless face looked so helpless, his eyes turning sad and his lips curving downwards. It made you take in a deep breath, giving him a small nod and the best reassuring smile you could manage. He returned the gesture before leaning his head back, a large, steel door closing in front of him.

It was always those small, unspoken looks that made you see Bucky as he truly was. He wasn't incredibly flashy in his personality, not in the way Steve said he was back in Brooklyn. He was reserved and quiet, but opened up as you grew to know him. Most of his communication was done through small smiles, emotion filled glances, or the occasional soft touch. It took someone with perception to see into the mind of Bucky Barnes, and you were the perfect person to do the job. There was so much pressure on him to be better, to be a normal person, that it was almost suffocating. He felt only a fraction of normalcy in Romania, something he didn't know if he'd ever get back. But you, your way of knowing what he felt before he even knew what he was feeling- it was something that shocked him every day. When he was with you, there was no pressure to be the person someone had assumed he would be. People always thought they knew who he was before meeting him- wether they expect someone cold and murderous, or even if they expect their long-lost best friend, full of wit and charm.

It was a fact that ate at his heart, especially now that he sat within the mess that he had created. His existence had driven Steve Rogers, someone who held high regard in the world he was thrown into, to break numerous laws and risk his life to save Bucky Barnes. And at the end of it all, the person he sought out to save didn't exist anymore. Bucky Barnes now was not the same Bucky Barnes that existed in 1943. He wasn't charming and funny anymore, he could barely remember any inside jokes he shared with his life long friend, and he didn't hold the same confidence. Steve risked everything to save a ghost, and he was terrified of what would happen when the Captain finally realized that.

***

"You 'll be provided with an office instead of a cell." Everett explained while leading your small group down a stark white hallway, "Now, do me a favor, stay in it?"

"I don't intend on going anywhere." T'Challa spoke.

Natasha walked up the opposite end of the hall to meet Steve, a serious look in her eyes.

"For the record, this is what making things worse looks like." She spoke. What exactly had you missed during your time in Bucharest?

"He's alive." Steve ignored her taunting. "That's all I've been searching for." His eyes flickered to you, his voice hard. It sent a wave of guilt over your body, your muscles visibly tensing at his subtle jab. Natahsa looked you up and down with observant eyes, picking up on the tension between you and Steve.

You entered a conference room, screens with security and news footage lining the walls. You had to hold in your happiness when you saw Tony there, resisting the urge to run up and hug one of your closest friends.

"No, Romania was not Accords-sanctioned." He spoke on the phone. Accords? What Accords? "Colonel Rhodes is supervising cleanup." That made you cringe internally, thinking of the crumbled overpass that Bucky had exploded. You were shuffled to the side of the room by Nat, her seating you in a chair as what looked to be a doctor walked towards you.

"Try not to break anything while we fix this." She told Sam and Steve, not even looking over her shoulder to address them.

Tony turned and glared at Steve, his phone still at his ear. "Consequences, of course there will be consequences. Obviously you can quote me on that, because I just said it. Anything else? Thank you sir." And he hung up, stepping towards Sam and Steve. The doctor pressed antiseptic to your shoulder while you looked up at the three men, seated just to Sam's right.

"Consequences?" Steve asked.

"Secretary Ross wants you both prosecuted." Tony explained, "Had to give him something."

"Prosecuted? Secretary Ross? I'm sorry, what in the actual hell is going on?" You asked, unable to hold your words any longer. You tried to keep yourself out of the arguments the best you could, but if there was any hope on getting Bucky released, you had to understand why Captain America was now an accomplice to crime as well.

"Well, kid," Tony began, hands finding his pockets as he took another step towards you, "while you were having your vacation in Romania with Private Ryan on Ice, the rest of us had some messes to own up to." His gaze flickered to Steve before he continued, "The Sokovia Accords. After our run-in with Ultron, which I'm sure you know all about, the government realized how we need to be put in check."

"They tried to make us sign a paper so they could dictate wether or not we had a chance to fight." Steve interjected, his arms crossing over his chest. "They get to decide where we go, when we go. Anything out of their permission makes us criminals." His eyes met yours. "What was the word they used? Oh, yeah. Vigilantes." His gaze moved to Tony, an obvious annoyance in his features.

"The amount of innocent lives lost due to our 'Avenging' is what they're trying to control. We were trying to keep our list to New York, Sokovia, DC, and Lagos. I guess now we can add Bucharest, huh?" Tony argued, breaking the staring contest with Steve to look at you. "We were given free reign, and we failed. Now's the time for us to recognize that." Tony didn't give you or Steve any time to comment, turning around and falling in stride with Natahsa.

You looked at the floor, a furrow in your brows. It was a lot to take in, from the Accords to the obvious tear it was creating amongst the Earth's Mightiest Heroes. It made sense, the Accords, but only in a perfect world. Trusting the government with full control over people as powerful as the Avengers was a scenario you couldn't see ending well. Politicians weren't people you put full trust into, no matter who they were. Also, you had a hard time siding with the same government and intelligence agencies who decided that sending a nuclear missile to Manhattan in 2012 was the way to end the fight with the Chitauri. Plus, the infiltration of HYDRA within SHIELD made it hard to trust anyone in positions of power. You understood why Tony signed, and you didn't think it was the wrong decision, but you didn't think it was the right decision either. If it were you with the pen in your hand, you wouldn't sign. And you knew exactly why Steve didn't sign.

Telling that man to walk away from a fight was about as useful as telling a pig to fly.

You thanked the doctor as he finished bandaging your shoulder, taking the painkillers he handed to you for your- thankfully- only bruised ribs. You stood as he walked away, finding your place next to Sam.

"I'm not getting that shield back, am I?" Steve asked.

"Technically, it's the government's property." Nat answered.

"As before mentioned, gun was borrowed and I assume it was treasured, so I'm gonna need you to tell the government to shove it." You told Nat, causing a smirk to inch its way onto her face.

"Sorry, pistol's locked away." Her eyes moved to Sam, "Wings, too."

"That's cold." Sam muttered.

"Warmer than jail." Tony piped in over his shoulder.

***

You sat at a large table in the middle of the room, glass panes surrounding it to form a small conference room. Your hands flipped a pen you had found between them, your knee bouncing as you thoughts mulled over everything you had learned in the past hour. Steve stood looking out the window, his hands in his pockets and eyes fixed to the screen that displayed where Bucky was being kept. You were actively trying to avoid looking at that particular monitor.

"I'm sorry I hurt you, Steve." You broke the silence. He kept his back toward you, but his head fell, indicating that he heard you.

"Are you?"

His words felt like a dagger to your heart. He felt beyond betrayed, first with Tony and Nat siding with the government over him, then to find out one of the only people he saw as a true friend, (besides Sam), had been lying to him for months. Not just a small lie, but a lie about the one thing, the one person, that has occupied his mind for years.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way." You said truthfully, "I did what I thought was best for him, and I hope you can see that. If not now, then eventually." He let out a sigh, shoulders slumping. In a way, he knew why you did what you did. But, he couldn't fight his anger and disappointment either. It was truly a problem, it seemed, that only time would heal.

He opened his mouth to say something more, when Tony entered the room, gaining Steve's attention.

"Hey, you wanna see something cool?" Tony asked. "I pulled something from Dad's archives." A thin, rectangular box was held in his hand, black velvet surrounding the outside of it. Steve sat in one on the chairs as Tony strolled closer, "Felt timely." He added.

Tony paused a moment, giving Steve a look with a small sadness in his eyes. "FDR signed the Lend-Lease bill with these in 1941." He placed the box, now open, in front of Steve, two black fountain pens with shiny, gold tips placed delicately inside. "Provided support to the Allies when they needed it most," Tony continued.

"Some would say it brought our country closer to war." Steve replied, his voice taking a certain melancholy tone at the mention of the Second World War. It felt like moments ago, he was battling Nazis in France, but in all reality, his life as a World War 2 soldier ended decades ago.

"See? If not for these, you wouldn't be here." Tony said matter-of-factly, the light insult making you cringe slightly from the other end of the table. "I'm trying to... what do you call it?" Tony sat beside Steve, "That's an olive branch. Is that what you call it?" His hand came up to rest on his chin, his elbow leaning against the table.

"Is Pepper here? I didn't see her." Steve asked, turning away while changing the subject.

"We're kinda.." Tony hesitated, "Well, not kinda-"

"Pregnant?" There was an unmistakable hopefulness to Steve.

"No, definitely not." Tony scoffed, "We're taking a break. It's nobody's fault."

Steve's gaze fell, focusing on the ground. "I'm so sorry, Tony. I didn't know."

"A few years ago, I almost lost her, so I trashed all my suits." Tony began, "Then, we had to mop up HYDRA, and then Ultron. My fault." He pointed to his chest, "And then, and then, and then, I never stopped. Because, the truth is, I don't wanna stop. I don't wanna lose her. I thought maybe the Accords could split the difference."

Tony leaned back in his chair, a moment's silence falling over the room.

"In her defense, I'm a handful." He added as he stood, hands settling in his pockets. "Yet, Dad was a pain in the ass, but he and mom always made it work."

"You know, I'm glad Howard got married." Steve piped up. "I only knew him when he was young and single."

"Oh really? You two knew each other?" Tony drawled out sarcastically, "He never mentioned that. Maybe only a thousand times. God, I hated you."

You closed your eyes, feeling like you shouldn't be hearing this conversation. The tension was so thick in the air, it felt almost hard to breathe.

Steve looked up at Tony, voice a bit softer, "I don't mean to make things difficult."

"I know, cause you're a very polite person." Tony mused, slipping his suit jacket on.

"If I see a situation pointed South," Steve reasoned, "I can't ignore it. Sometimes I wish I could."

"No, you don't."

Steve let out a sad chuckle, looking down again, "No, I don't," and his eyes were back to Tony, the faintest grin on his face. "Sometimes-"

"Sometimes I wanna punch you in your perfect teeth."

Your gaze popped up at Tony's remark, muscles ceasing all movement as you watched them carefully. You were now in defense mode, ready to jump up and break up a fight if needed.

"But I don't wanna see you gone." Tony sighed, "We need you, Cap."

Another silence.

"So far, nothing's happened that can't be undone, if you sign." He gestured to the pens in the velvet box, and edge of desperation in his words. "We can make the last twenty four hours legit. Barnes gets transferred to an American psych-center instead of a Wakandan prison."

Your fist clenched around the pen in your hand, nearly snapping it in half. If Tony trying to persuade Steve to sign the Accords didn't get on your nerves already, he spoke about Bucky like was an object to be passed around, not someone who had lived peacefully among other human beings for months in Romania. No one seemed to want to acknowledge that.

Steve picked up one of the pens from the box, standing and walking towards the glass pane opposite Tony, turning the pen over in his hands. He turned to look at Tony, then dropping his gaze.

"I'm not saying it's impossible," Steve began, "but there would have to be safeguards."

"Sure." Tony replied immediately, "Once we put out the PR fire, those documents can be amended. I'd file a motion to have you and Wanda reinstated-"

"Wanda? What about Wanda?" Steve interrupted.

"She's fine. She's confined to the compound, currently. Vision's keeping her company."

Steve's disgust was evident. "Oh, God. Tony." He walked a few paces away, "Everyt- Every time I think you see things the right way-"

"It's 100 acres with a lap pool, it's got a screening room, there's worse ways to protect people."

"Protection?" Steve challenged, one hand finding his hip and the other resting on the back of a chair. "Is that how you see this? This is protection? Its internment, Tony."

"She's not a US citizen." His voice raised.

"Oh, come on, Tony."

"And they don't grant visas to weapons of mass destruction."

"She's a kid!"

"Give me a break!" Tony yelled. "I'm doing what has to be done. To stave off something worse."

Steve nodded, just a small motion that you could've missed if you weren't paying attention.

"You keep telling yourself that."

Steve dropped the fountain pen on the table, "Hate to break up the set." And he left the room.

Tony put on his aviators, his eyes downcast.

"Neither of you are wrong." You said softly, understanding eyes looking to Tony across the table.

"I know, I know." He said dismissively, "That's the worst part."

"When all of this is done, no matter what happens," you stood and walked towards him, "you have to remember why you were all put together in the first place."

Tony stayed silent, his gaze following you. You reached for the pens, delicately putting the one Steve held back in it's place within the velvet box.

"It is so hard to find people to trust in this world," you began, "don't let them go so easily."

He gave you a small nod of acknowledgement, to which you gave a soft smile.

"How'd you get tangled in all of this, kid?" He asked, more to himself than you, "This all isn't going to end without a fight."

Your eyes found the monitor with Bucky on it, your heart swelling at the memory of your times in Bucharest. "You know all of the deep, dark thoughts I told you about?"

"Every one."

"Well," you sighed, tearing your gaze away from Bucky, "I didn't think it was possible, but I found happiness."

Tony's eyes moved to Bucky, a disappointed frown pulling at his lips.

"I hope it isn't temporary." He says sincerely.

Lowering your eyes, you gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before leaving the room, following Steve.

Your sole purpose in this fight wasn't within the Accords, or even in the wellbeing of the Avengers. It was in a single man- James Buchanan Barnes. If agreeing with Steve on the issue of the Accords would help bring Bucky to safety once more, then to hell with the government.

***

You sat by Sam in the conference room once again, Steve taking his place by the glass wall to watch Bucky, Sharron placing a paper in Sam's hand.

"The receipt for your gear." She explained.

"'Bird costume'? Come on," Sam complained.

"I didn't write it." She defended. She looked around, earning a suspicious look from you, before reaching towards a button pad in the middle of the table, clicking the center. The surveillance footage on Bucky came upon the screen within the conference room, the voice of the therapist hired by the centre seeping through the speakers.

"I'm not here to judge you." He spoke with a strong Russian accent.

Steve looked back at Sharron, a small nod being sent his direction. You immediately sat straighter, your blood running cold when you saw Bucky, still confined in the glass tank. You wanted nothing more than to hold his hand and tell him that you would figure everything out, that the normal and happy life he had created wasn't out of reach. You wished you could hold him close while he hummed a song that danced on the edges of his memory, his hand planted firmly on your back and his cheek pressed against yours. All he deserved was warm, soft moments for the rest of his life, and yet he was sitting in a cold, hard cell.

"I just want to ask you a few questions." The therapist continued. "Do you know where you are, James? I can't help you if you don't talk to me, James."

"My name is Bucky."

His voice was so soft, so hurt. You felt everything inside you shatter, a sad sigh leaving your lips. A day ago, he had everything. He was adjusting to life in Bucharest, living day to day with the added bonus of a beautiful girl to share it with. In all honesty, he didn't know what his life in Romania could've looked like with you, but the daydreams he imagined always were heavenly. He would dream about the domestic moments, the moments that are so overlooked in the name of routine, the moments no one ever cherishes because they were never ripped from their grasp. Moments like seeing you smile as he approached the table at the bakery. Watching you rummage through the refrigerator for a quick snack. Watching you work on your laptop, your bottom lip curling between your teeth if you concentrated enough. It was the little moments he would dream about, and they always included you.

Apparently, even that was too much to ask for.

Steve looked to the pictures taken of his friend in Vienna again before setting them back down on the table.

"Why would the Task Force release this photo to begin with?" He asked.

"Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?" Sharron answered.

"Right. It's a good way to flush a guy out of hiding." You didn't miss the way his gaze flickered to you momentarily. "Set off a bomb, get your picture taken. Get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier."

"You're saying someone framed him to find him?" Sharron questioned.

"He never left Bucharest." You chimed in. All eyes turned to you, Sharron looking the most surprised.

"What?" She asked.

"I've been with Bucky for a little over two months, in Romania. He hasn't left since he arrived there." You leaned back in your seat, letting out a breath, "I know any court of law won't just take my word for it, but I can promise you that Steve is right. Someone wanted to get him out of hiding, and made sure they did something big enough to get the whole world looking."

"Okay," She began, processing your words, "But, that doesn't guarantee that whoever framed him would get him. It guarantees that we would."

There was a moment, just a moment, where her words hung in the air. Then the realization began to sink in, your stomach dropping as soon as it clicked together in your brain.

"Yeah." Steve agreed, his stare on the therapist in the same room as Bucky.

"Tell me Bucky, you've seen great deal, haven't you?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"You fear that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don't worry. We only have to talk about one."

Suddenly, all of the lights in the building turned dark, the small emergency lights barely illuminating the room. You stood quickly, panic filling your veins. Steve turned towards Sharron.

"Sub-level five, East Wing." She said, her voice lightly shaking. You, Sam, and Steve began running, hoping to reach Bucky before it was too late.

***

You turned the corner behind the two boys, noticing the security guard laying unconscious on the floor. The three of you carefully tread forward, the next room reveling several more bodies.

"Help me." A raspy voice called. Steve stood and ran towards it while you knelt by one of the guards, checking for a pulse.

Steve walked towards the 'therapist'. "Get up." He ordered. He yanked the imposter off the ground, slamming him against one of the concrete walls. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"To see an empire fall."

Sam entered the room, you only a couple steps behind him. He immediately dodged down, a metal fist swinging for his head. You jumped back, stumbling over one on the unconscious guards' legs. In an instant, Sam was being thrown across the room, hitting the glass cage and the ground with two loud thuds. You pulled yourself behind a desk, knowing you wouldn’t beat Bucky in a fight on your best day, and watched with horror as Bucky fought Steve, each punch moving him backwards further and further. They reached the elevator, Bucky punching Steve with so much force that it ripped the metal doors away and sent him tumbling down the elevator shaft.

Although you had no chance against the super soldier and highly skilled assassin Bucky was, you ran from your hiding spot, following Bucky as he walked away from the elevator.

"Hey!" You shouted, stopping him in his tracks. He turned slowly, his eyes void of emotion as they looked at you. "Where do you think you're going?" You taunted.

He ran at a full sprint towards you, a yell leaving his throat. You stood your ground, nostrils flaring as you prepared yourself to fight.

He swung with a left hook, making you dodge the metallic fist. Your right foot kicked at the middle of his chest, making him stumble backwards. You took the opportunity to swing your right fist at him, but he was too quick, catching your swing mid air. Eyes widening in fear, you met his gaze. His left hand shot out and wrapped around your throat, backing you against a wall as you clawed at the metal fingers with your own.

"Buc-Bucky." You choked out, his face staying monotone. "Please."

You could feel your lungs begin to burn, your head grow heavy with pressure.

"My.. destiny." Your voice was strained, but you sang the words the best you could. "Is to be... in love... with you."

He blinked, a softness in the blues of his eyes for a fraction of a second before disappearing again.

"Makes.. no difference... what you say, or do."

His hand loosened the slightest bit, your voice coming out stronger as you sang softly to him.

"I must stay... in love... with you."

He began seeing flashes- an apartment with a laptop propped in the corner, playing a song that made him feel warm, content.

"That's my.. destiny."

His head shook, images of the soft sunlight peaking through the curtains flashing in his mind. He could feel your eyelashes on his cheek, he could hear your heart racing.

"It's a thing.. you can't control..."

He let out a pained grunt, dropping you to the floor in a crumpled heap. You coughed, sucking in lungfuls of air. His head twitched side to side, trying to ignore the memories fighting to get through to the forefront of his mind. You looked up at him, standing hesitantly with your hands in front of you.

"I belong to you, both heart and soul," your voice was raspy, but it kept the sweetness that Bucky adored. His eyes trained on you, his breathing heavy. You stepped towards him cautiously.

"With a love beyond control," You kept taking small steps towards him, his eyes never leaving you.

"They say nothing is sure," your hand slowly met his cheek, him flinching slightly at your touch, "even the sea runs dry." Your other hand met his other cheek, encasing his face in your hands.

"They're wrong, one thing is sure," you looked up at him, now less than a foot away from his body, "love like mine can never die."

He blinked, his breathing slowing to a normal pace. His eyes were glued to the wall to the right of your head, nostrils flaring slightly with every inhale.

"Bucky?" You asked softly. His eyes snapped to yours, the icy blue becoming soft, but freezing over just as quick.

His fists clenched at his side, and in a moment he had flung you off of him, your body hitting the wall as he continued on his rampage. The impact sent you to the floor, your side with already bruised ribs throbbing. You tried to breathe through the pain, but between the shock of it all and your hyperventilating, you eventually passed out, the world going black.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Weapon(s):

- scythe,swords,hands,blade fans,spears,hammer,sheild,canon,blaster,guns

Universe: (G1, Animated, Prime, Beast wars, Beast Machines, Armada, Energon, Cybertron, Bayverse,RID,Cyberverse)

-G1,Animated,Prime-RID,Bayverse,Cyberverse

Faction: (Autobot, Deceptcion, Neutral, Own creation)

-Neutral

Primary Class Function: espionage

Secondary Class Function: fighter

Subroutine Function: pretender

Personality:

- Quirky,kind,quite,shy,mild-tempered,can be mature at times,crazy,playful,helpful,obedient,clueless(sometimes),brave,protective,kind,sweet.

Background story: she was once died as a science experiment from another timeline & reborn in Cybertron,she tries not to let herself be centered of attention & try to live like the rest of Cybertronian normally,however it was an avoidable as she ends up meeting alpha Trion then Orion pax,she became orion’s crazy amica endura.

{Meeting Alpha Trion & becoming orion’s amica endura}

-She was only known as Ashblades & stayed at iacon,she lives in a apartment when she was given a place to stay,skyfire was a jet who had let her stay on his complex for. While,she starts exploring iacon when she got to their’s hall of records & there she had a run-in with alpha Trion,she became acquainted with him & she always visits until,one day when she visits again she instead met Orion & there where their friendship blossoms.

{meeting megatronus in kaon}

-She met him when she goes to one of his matches,after the match is over,she goes to get his autograph for Orion,but she ends up running into some mech’s(2) who ends up flirting & harasshing her,Megatronus heard noise,he thought she was in trouble but he ends seeing her beat down the last mech with her pedes,she grumbles until she sees him,both end up feeling awkward but she did get the autograph however it ends with her,being invited by him to his matches,leading up to her with Orion being friends with megatronus.

{Orion becoming a prime & the start of the war}

-She had gone with megatronus & Orion to the council about megatronus ideal prospect to be heard,unfortunately it turns out he plans anarchy against them,however Orion had given his own ideals leading to the council being moved by his words,chosen as a prime & had megatronus start the war,both she & orion-now Optimus-are in trouble.

{meeting Optimus & the humans}

-When the evacuation of Cybertron happens,she got evacuate earlier than before by accident,that Optimus thought she was dead since he can't feel her bond,fast forward years later,they met again when she saved the humans(jack,Miko,& Raf) from some vehicons,the tree only know her as neutral Cybertronian,none had told the autobots about her until she revealed herself when she saved Miko from her reckless behavior again,she & Optimus had a lot of catching up to do.

Strengths:

- Inhenced strength & speed,combat skills,teleportation,Telekinesis,weapon & soul manipulation,Inhenced intelligent.

Weakness:

- her past,her nightmares,being hated,being ignored for too long,her self-esteem.

Family:

- none,Swiftblade(adoptive….)

Friends:

- Optimus Prime(close friend/interest),Megatron(close friend),Bumblebee,Ratchet,Ironhide(close friends),Arcee,Bulkhead,jazz(friends)

Enemies:

-megatron,arachnid,Sentinel prime(Bayverse(formerly),fallen,M.E.C.H,Quintessa & lockdown.

Favorite Quotes to say:

- “it doesn't matter if you are in different Factions,I choose to help them because friend or foe,we are still Cybertronians,children of primus Themeselves”

Other: (other things about the character)

-She is mainly an oc in Primeverse as Optimus amica-conjux endura up to robot in disguise,as well as Bayverse(from TF1-5)

-She was called Ashblades when they don't know her real name.

-Her frame,(especially Her helm,is similar to tfp Elita one)is between civilian & war frame types.

-in her future there are kids named Orpheus pax,Swiftblade(adopted),Bluewing that she will have......

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Cinderblade belongs to meh---

#oc #original & stableverse #lmao #tfp oc #tfp #transformers #transformers prime #tfverse #bayverse #rid #cyberverse #g1 tf #tfa #transformers rid #g1 tranformers #transformers animated #transformers cyberverse #cyberesper #inspiration

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anarcoqueer1994 · 4 years

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Friendly Neighbor Spiderma(e)n

Okay I have been working crazy overtime so I haVe been MIA but I did this little dabble based on an idea from @kippens-a-goodman. Its rough but I needed to write something that wasn't work related. Hope yall like it.

Also small content warning for homophobic language.

"Cy, we have to…"

"You are going to get in trouble. Or what if one of those crazy bigots hurt you?" Cyrus replies as he sits in the front seat of his boyfriend's jeep, ignoring the protests from Marty and Jonah in the back.

They were pulled over in a parking lot a few blocks from the street preacher and his few dozen crazy followers who earlier today screamed at Cyrus as he walked by sporting a small rainbow pin on his sweater. It was right on Mainstreet. He isn't even quite sure why the preacher was looking at him enough to notice. But he did and the words that left his mouth were horrid and soul crushing.

God will punish faggots.

Repent before it's too late.

You will burn.

Cyrus didn't respond. He was alone and afraid to interact. He couldn't believe people still believed this stuff in 2019. So he just walked by and didn't stop walking until he got to his house.

He wanted to call Andi and Buffy to tell them what happened but didn't. He knew that they were with Amber and Libby doing some spa weekend and he didn't want to ruin that for them. But he wanted to tell someone. He didn't want to tell TJ because he knew for sure his boyfriend would overreact and get himself in trouble. Marty was really only his friend because of mutual friends, so calling him was not really an option. That led him to calling Jonah and venting to him. Jonah listened and Cyrus ended up feeling a little better.

That was until an hour later when he heard a familiar honk from outside his house. He peeked his head out the window to see TJ's jeep parked in front. The blonde jock looked like he was hiding anger underneath a fake smile. Marty and Jonah were sitting in the back. All three boys were wearing Spiderman costumes sans the masks that he could see sitting next to them on the seats. There was also a bag in between the boys in the back. They all sported pride pins on the front of their suits. TJ yelled out to him, "Well, come on. Get in, Underdog."

And that's how they ended up here in the parking lot of a hardware store a few blocks from the bigots. Jonah had not gotten the part about not telling TJ. So when he told him, TJ had a plan. They had gotten these Spiderman suits a few months ago for a Costco prank that ended up going terribly wrong. Now TJ wanted them to use them to get some payback.

They were going to go silly string the preacher and his cringy supporters dressed as your friendly neighborhood Spidermen. Cyrus though was terrified of something bad happening to people he cares about all for his sake. He looks around, first at TJ and then at his friends in the back before saying. "Guys, I'm fine. Please don't do all of this for me.

"Cyrus…" TJ said softly. Turning to face the brunette in the passenger seat. "I don't think I can just sit by and do nothing when that homophobic...asshole... had the nerve to say those things to you. I love you so much Cy…" He places his hand on Cyrus' cheek.

"We are your friends, Cy-guy." Jonah adds from the backseat.

"Yea, plus if it happened to you, it could happen to any other LGBT person in town."Marty says.

Cyrus whispers "That's why I'm worried. People know you and Teej are trans. Plus he's gay…" He motions to his blonde basket player. "And Jonah, your bi. People have seen you and Reed together. This is not a safe situation for any of you." Cyrus' voice is riddled with anxiety.

"Underdog, thank you for being worried...but we are doing this. We got masks and we will get out there if it gets bad. I promise. Now I got one more Spiderman suit if you wanna come." TJ offers.

Cyrus looks away, out the window and doesn't say anything. He terrified to face those people. TJ lets out a small sigh "Okay then. Stay here. We will be back, sweetie."

Cyrus hears the door open and and then shut. After a few moments he looks over to see the dumbass trio,now masked, walking away from the car, silly string in hand. He knows their destination is a few blocks over where that hateful man is "preaching."

Cyrus looks back down. He feels like such a coward. He felt so scared when he had been shouted at and harrassed. Yea the guy wasn't violent, but he could of been. Or his dozen or so supporters. Violence against queer folks is not uncommon and lately people seem to have become more open with their hateful opinions. That's why he didn't want his friends to go. But they did.

And he didn't. He just let them go and wasn't even brave enough to come with. Suddenly any fear he had was overtaken with guilt. He loved TJ so much and he should be there supporting him. So after 5 minutes, he gets out of the car and rushes towards Mainstreet.

When he gets there, it takes him a moment to absorb the chaos that was unfolding. TJ, Marty, and Jonah were running around wildly spraying the preacher and the rest of the bigots with a seemingly endless supply of silly string. He can tell which one is TJ, he is the tallest. Crowds of people gathered around to witness the events.

Suddenly his heart drops. The preacher seems to be coming right up to TJ, screaming, undeterred from the silly string. Cyrus can make out bits of what he is saying.

"Are you one of those faggots?" Do you want to go to hell? That is where you are going?" The bigoted old man screamed, holding the Bible up as some kind of sheild.

Cyrus keeps his eyes fixated on TJ. He can tell by the sudden stiffness of his movements, the man's terrible words get to him even if he couldn't see his face under the mask. He talks a big game, but he knows how insecure TJ could be.This causes Cyrus' blood to feel like it is about to boil over. Nobody gets to make the love of his life feel that bad. It clicks to him why TJ was so adamant about doing this today. He really loves Cyrus.

So he confidently (well as confidently as he can) pushes through the crowd of onlookers and walks towards the man and TJ. TJ has his back to him so he doesn't see him coming. Cyrus puts on his best Mary Jane Watson attitude and calls out to TJ. "Hey Tiger." He grins.

TJ turns around at the sound of the familiar face. Now it feels like no one else is around them. Cyrus closes the gap and let's TJ rest his arms around his waist. He whispers to the shorter boy. "You came...you are not even covering your face." The preacher makes a fake gagging sound from behind them as the other two boys continue to cause chaos around them.

"Don't need to, as long as I have my friendly neighborhood Spiderman to protect me." With that, he does something bold. He rolls up the bottom of TJ's mask revealing his mouth. He gently places both hands on either side TJ's face before leaning in for a soft kiss, that is promptly returned.

As they kiss, they hear the preacher and his followers making hateful comments but they are soon covered up by the cheers of the larger crowd of supporters.

After a few moments, they break apart at the sound of Marty's voice saying "Let's go!" They must have finally run out of the string. So TJ grabs Cyrus' hand and pulls him after their friends, all laughing the entire run back to the car.

Once they were safely back in TJ's car, they demask. TJ smiles "I'm so proud of you Cy…"

"Right back at you, Tiger." Cyrus decides Mary Jane is on to something with Tiger because he likes using the nickname, especially since it is causing his boyfriend to blush like crazy.

The next day, they meet up with Amber, Libby, Andi, and Buffy at the Spoon to catch up after the girls' spa day. When they get there though the girls are all quiet, like they were dying to ask something.

Cyrus finally breaks the silence. "What is with you guys?

Buffy smirks and pulls a folded up newspaper out of her bag. She sets it on the table. "Care to explain?"

It was from this morning and plastered on the front was a large black and white picture of Cyrus and TJ kissing (though the top part of TJ's mask is covering most his face) surrounded by angry protesters and excited supporters a like. In the background you see Jonah and Marty in their suits spraying the protesters. The headline reads "Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman(s)takes Down a Bigot."

A smile stretched across all their faces. TJ says "Its a long story." As he intertwined his fingers with Cyrus'.

#andi mack #tyrus #dumbass trio #Jeed mention bc Im a problem #tj trans #marty trans #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #Marty from the party #jonah beck

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redstarwriting · 5 years

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Always

Clint Barton x Reader

Request: “Do you think you could write a Clint x Reader where they have a private relationship away from everything Clint does at SHEILD and the reader loves singing so they always go to open mics together. But one evening when she had a show Clint can't be there because he's on a mission. On the way home the reader gets kidnapped by HYDRA to try to get a ransom from SHEILD and they don't get it so they take what the reader loves most about herself: her voice. Anyway she gets rescued and Clint helps her learn ASL and always takes out his hearing aids because he wants her to understand that while he loved her voice he is more happy that she's safe and with him?”

Word Count: 3,083

Genre: Angst | Some Fluff

Warnings: Kidnapping, Loss of ability to speak, Emotional distress

A/N: Wow! My longest one to date! I hope I did this request justice, because it’s a very cool concept I think. I hope you all enjoy this one!

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“I can’t believe tonight is the start of my solo career,” you joke to yourself, checking your outfit in the mirror. You were about to go to the bar you and Clint frequented as it’s open mic night. Unknown to the rest of the Avengers, except Nat, Clint had a girlfriend. In fact, the two of you literally met at an open mic night, so it was crazy for you to be going without him now. Not necessarily unknown to the rest of the Avengers, Clint has an amazing voice. However, what they don’t know about his angelic voice, is that he sings with his girlfriend at open mic nights every week. When he disappears for the night, they just assume he’s somewhere in the vents, all snuggled and probably eavesdropping. Everyone gets unusually quiet on these nights. He is in fact at the bar you two frequent, O’Caroll’s, not trying to get gossip on all the Avengers. That’s what he does when everyone thinks he’s getting lunch or taking a nap. He tells you all of the gossip too, so you know more about the Avengers than some of the other Avengers know about each other. If you ever met them, you’d really have to be careful with what you’d say. You could ruin lives.

Sadly though, this Saturday night you’re going to the bar alone. Clint is out on a mission, trying to get information from HYDRA with the rest of the team. He keeps telling you how worried he is that they’re planning something big. You always have to assure him that he and the rest of his team will put a stop to it and that everything would be okay. In a way, you were the only thing that could make him feel like everything would end up okay. You love having that power, because although the man is happy-go-lucky literally all the time, he has secrets and doubts in his mind. You put him at ease, and he loves it. You’re one of the main reasons he was able to go into this mission with a clear head. The Avengers finally found where HYDRA was hiding, and they decided to go after them. Although it left you alone, you were proud of him. He was busy saving the world, one open mic night wouldn’t hurt much.

Since O’Caroll’s was one block from your apartment, you always walk there as opposed to getting a ride. Usually, you have your boyfriend with you and that’s all the protection you need, but this time you were alone. A good thing for you is that on your way there, a good amount of people were still walking around the streets since it was nine in the evening. Although you felt a tiny bit sketched out, you still didn’t feel like certain doom was awaiting you because you were walking alone. When you arrive at O’Caroll’s, you’re greeted by the bartender, Cait. “Clint’s not with you?” she asks, surprise literally written all over her face. “No, not tonight. He has some work stuff to deal with,” you give her a look, indicating that it was Secret Agent Barton work. Cait was a close friend to you two, so she knew about Clint’s job as Hawkeye, one of Earth’s mightiest defenders. She nods, understanding immediately before grinning at you and motioning towards the stage. “Well, I’m glad you could still come. Can’t wait to hear your voice tonight.” “Thanks, Cait. Now, give me my usual, please.”

The rest of the night was a blast. You mingled with all the other regulars and sang quite a few times. Nearly every time you would step off the stage to let someone else go, you were met with protests. All in all, your first solo performance night went very well. You couldn’t wait to tell Clint all about it when he got home from the mission. You knew he’d want to hear every detail, so you went easy on the alcohol this time. You also knew you’d be walking home alone tonight, as no one else who lived in your apartment complex came to open mic night. By two in the morning, you decided it was time to head home. You said goodbye to Cait and all of your adoring fans as you walked out into the breezy New York night. It seemed like a very calm night, and you were very at ease. Your feeling of ease quickly disappeared when you realized just how quiet and calm it was. It was unusual, some of the bars around here forced their patrons out at two in the morning, so why didn’t you see anyone coming out of any? You began walking faster, trying to get to your apartment building as soon as possible. You were about to get to your stoop, when you heard a hushed whisper from the dark alleyway you were right in front of say, “That’s her, get her!”

Before you could even start running, you felt someone grab your arms while another person shoved a rag in your face. You struggled to get out of the man’s grip and fought desperately to stay awake, but you knew the rag was doused in chloroform. And due to this, you began losing consciousness. The last thing you noticed was being shoved in a van and seeing a badge on one of your abductor’s clothes. A skull with six tentacles where the mouth should be. The last thought that went through your head was Clint, then everything went black.

While this was happening to you, the Avengers were on their way back from their mission. The information they got from the HYDRA agents at the base they just destroyed was very helpful to them. In fact, it would help them absolutely win against HYDRA completely. There was a map on the wall of the main control room in the base, and although there were no marks on it to the naked eye, there were marks on it you could only see under a black light. It was quite a textbook thing to do really. Everyone was impressed with how simple it was. Well, actually maybe not impressed. Maybe more suspicious, concerned, paranoid. Clint especially as he hadn’t heard from you for about an hour. He kept telling himself you were just performing, busy singing and that’s why you couldn’t respond. Or maybe you decided to turn in for the night early. He made excuse after excuse as to why you weren’t responding, but no matter what he told himself, he had a bad feeling. “Barton, what’s wrong?” He looks up to see Nat standing in front of him, her hushed tone heard only by him. He sighs, standing to become closer to her level. “I haven’t heard from (Y/N) since 1:30. I’m worried, Nat. I have a bad feeling about this,” he informs her, quietly and urgently. She frowns, you two are friends after all. “Well, isn’t she at home? Maybe she just fell asleep.”

“Maybe, but she could still be out. We go to a specific bar every Saturday, and she told me that even though I wouldn’t be there with her tonight, she was still going.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“What are you two talking so hushed about?” Thor asks, oblivious to the tension and seriousness of the conversation. The rest of the team looks at them, and Clint thinks on his feet. “Nat was just telling me about this new SHIELD agent she thinks I’d get along with. Nothing else,” he lies effortlessly, and Nat plays along. “Oh, yeah? Who?” Tony asks, turning the pilot’s seat around, becoming involved in the conversation. Nat rolls her eyes, “If you think I’m going to tell you, you’re sadly mistaken. I’m trying to get her a husband, not a hook-up.” Everyone chuckles at the remark, and Tony shrugs. “Worth a shot.”

At this point, Clint’s phone buzzes. He quickly looks at it, hoping to see your name, however he sees a message from Fury. “Call Me.”

“I gotta take this, guys,” Clint says, walking to a corner of the jet where he can be a bit more private. Emphasis on a bit. He calls immediately, and Fury picks up on the other end. “What do you need?”

“I don’t know how to tell you this nicely, so I’ll just be blunt about it. (Y/N)’s been kidnapped. By HYDRA. And to get her back, they’re requesting we give them the Tesseract. I know you know we can’t do that, but we’re working on finding out just where exactly they’re holding her. I’m sorry for the bad news, Barton.”

The call ends, and Clint freezes. Horror and anger begin flowing through his veins, and he rigidly brings his phone from his ear. “Clint? What’s wrong?” Nat immediately notices the change in his demeanor, as do the rest of the Avengers. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even turn around. “Barton?” Steve walks over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Clint’s eyes dart to Cap’s hand, before looking at him in the face. He doesn’t say anything to him, but rather turns to Nat. “HYDRA has her.” Nat’s expression hardens, and Tony’s eyebrows furrow. “Has who?” Clint doesn’t say anything, rather he sits down, putting his head in his hands. “(Y/N),” Nat responds for him. “Not to be rude, but that doesn’t exactly clear up anything for us,” Bruce says, and Nat sighs. “It’s his girlfriend.”

From that moments forward, the rest of the team began searching to find you. Clint didn’t get any sleep, and he was the most distressed any of them had ever seen him, even Nat. It took two days to locate you, and the very moment your location was found, Clint was already on the quinjet, ready to go wherever you were. He was well aware of the risks of storming the place to find you, but quite frankly, he just didn’t care. He would do whatever it took to get you home safe, and it became very obvious to all of the HYDRA agents and the rest of the Avengers that this was the case very quickly. Arriving at the base was a wild ride, mainly due to the fact that as soon as the quinjet was over the base, Clint immediately skydived out of it. He showed absolutely no mercy to anyone who got in his way, and he showcased some of his swordsmanship abilities. Getting inside the base was easy with Clint going at the rate he was going. The Avengers fought their way to you, but when they found you, it didn’t look good.

Your arms and legs were chained to a chair, and you were looking down. You didn’t even look up when the door to the room you were located in was kicked in. Within the time it took for them to find you, you had been tortured and beaten almost every second of it. You figured the noise was just another method of mental torture they were putting you through, making you think you were being saved, only to rip your hopes apart by beating you again. You were sure you had some broken bones, and you couldn’t even imagine how many cuts and bruises were on your body at this point. You would have rather endured countless beatings than come to terms with what they did when they found out SHIELD wasn’t giving them the Tesseract. Tears start flowing from your eyes again as you think about it, and you’re only snapped out of it when you hear your name being called. You slowly lift your head, and your eyes are met with Clint’s. “(Y/N)!”

He runs over to you, grabbing your face in his hands. “(Y/N), baby, you’re alive! Thank god you’re alive,” he starts mumbling an excessive amount, getting you out of that chair and taking you into his arms. He picks you up, carrying you out to the quinjet while Tony, Nat, Thor, Bruce, and Steve handle the rest of the HYDRA agents. “You’re okay, now. It’s okay,” he says, holding you and wiping the silent tears escaping from your eyes. You only begin to cry harder, however you make no noise at all. Clint finds that odd, knowing that when someone begins sobbing there’s usually sound to it. “What did they do to you…?”

You bury your head in his chest, shaking and crying, but remaining silent the whole time. Clint holds you, stroking your hair and trying to soothe you. When the other Avengers got back to the quinjet, they were met with Clint holding you in his arms, his cheeks stained with tears. “Is she okay?” Nat asks, going over to you. You don’t move from the position you’re in, but Clint nods, telling her you were okay. Nat could see the distant look in his eyes, though, and she knew something was wrong. She didn’t want to pry, so she just nodded and walked away. The ride home was silent, even Tony wasn’t talking. The whole time, Clint just held you in his arms.

When you all arrived at Avengers Tower, Clint lead you to his room immediately. “You can take a shower if you want to. You were gone for a while and I doubt they let you practice personal hygiene, so,” he tells you, and you nod. He looks at you for a moment, he already believes he knows what happened, but he asks you again, “What did they do to you?” You look at him for a moment, opening your mouth to talk but quickly closing it when you remember what happened. You look around, tears already welling up in your eyes again when you see his desk. You walk over to it, grabbing a post-it note and a pen, scribbling down what happened through tears. You hand it to him, sitting on his bed and holding your head in your hands. “They took your voice…” he whispers, nodding while reading what you wrote and covering his mouth. His assumptions were correct, and he immediately feels awful for you.

He sits next to you, pulling you into him. He holds you as you cry even more, trying to comfort you when he gets an idea. He holds up his index finger to you signifying you to give him one second, when he suddenly reaches for his ears. You look at him with curiosity, only to see him take his hearing aids out. He sits them on the nightstand next to his bed, turning to you. He points at his ears, shrugging and writing on the post it you wrote on. “Watch my lips.” You look at him, and he signs something to you. You do as he says and watch his lips, and you quickly realize he’s signing “Hello” to you. He motions toward himself, visually telling you to do it back to him. You sign “Hello” back to him, and he smiles. He reaches for his hearing aids again, putting them in again. “I can teach you ASL, you know. I’m fluent in it and you’re smart enough to do it,” he says quietly, and you look up at him. “It would just be ultimately easier for you to communicate, you know?” He wipes a tear from your cheek and gives you a small smile. “You can get through this. I know you can. And I’ll be right here with you the entire time. Always. You’re not alone.” You slowly nod, and he kisses the top of your head. “We’ll start tomorrow, you need to get some sleep,” he tells you. You nod, changing into his clothes and laying down next to him. He pulls you into him, humming a song to you to lull you to sleep.

It was difficult adjusting to your new life, and even more difficult learning ASL. You and Clint would practice all the time, but it still took a significant amount of time for you to become fluent in it. After about a year, you were becoming decently proficient at it. You still had a lot to learn, but you could communicate and get your points across. Although getting used to your new way of communication was taking work, Clint was making it as easy as possible for you. He frequently would take out his hearing aids now to make you feel like you weren’t alone. You get to know all the other Avengers, and actually manage to talk to Nat in ASL as well. Although Nat hated seeing one of her best friend’s struggle, seeing Clint help you out by taking his hearing aids out and making you feel not alone was one of the cutest things she sees. She also loves when Tony will try to get Clint’s attention when his hearing aids are out. It’s turned into Clint just pretending his hearing aids are out at this point, so he doesn’t have to talk to him. Nat never told anyone, but she saw how you two would refer to the rest of the Avengers, since you both had personalized names for everyone. Most of them were positive. Unless Stark made either one of you mad. Then it wasn’t as positive.

Although you were becoming adjusted to all of this, it was still very difficult for you at times. At times Clint would find you crying, and when he asked what was wrong, you’d tell him you missed singing. It was your own personal fear that he loved you less because you two couldn’t go sing together anymore because it played such a large role in your relationship. Any time you would communicate this to him, he would assure you he loved you for you, not your voice. He has to make sure you know that although he does miss singing duets with you and hearing your lovely voice, he would rather have you safe with him. He loved you, not just your voice. You thought it was funny how it changed from you being able to constantly assure him and make him feel like everything was going to be okay to him doing that to you. Granted, you still did assure and help him, but you never would have been able to deal with this if he hadn’t been there. You knew you would be able to handle anything now, as long as Clint was with you. And he is always with you.

#hawkeye x reader #clint barton x reader #avengers x reader #hawkeye imagine #clint barton imagine #avengers imagine #hawkeye #clint barton #avengers

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acannthuss · 5 years

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Yep. Another re-design for next gen ponies. Let’s begin,

Midnight Radiance

Age: 17 years

Parents: Tempest Shadow, Twilight Sparkle

Special Talent: Battle Tactics and Offensive Magic

Although short, angst, and pessimistic, Radiance is smart, and very talented in magic. She very much takes after her mothers in skill, but not quite in friendship. Radiance lacks social skills, and tends to snap at new ponies she meets. Due to this, Twilight placed her daughter in Royal Guard training in order to work on her temper. This kinda backfired as she became even more pessimistic and rarely opens up, because of the other guard-trainees thinking of her gaining extra attention because of being a daughter of both a general and princess.

Umbran Noctis

Age: 21

Parents: Tempest Shadow, Twilight Sparkle

Special Talent: Potion Mastery and Experimenting

You would probably notice that Umbran has a similar name to Sombra (though I don’t hear it) he was named after Tempest’s great, great, great, many greats, uncle who indeed was named Sombra and was the same who invaded the Crystal Empire. Tempest figured if she, a villain, could be redeemed, her son could be redeemed in turn for her great uncle’s past. While Twilight wasn’t of this (thus adding the “Noctis” part in) she respected her wife’s wishes. Umbran frankly doesn’t care, and very much focuses in his studies and flirting with local musician’s daughters. Umbran does, more often than not, teases his younger sister with good intent, yet still defends her till the end. Also he broke his horn because one day he got into an arguement with his sister how since he was alicorn he should act like one, and in turn broke it to both honor Tempest and prove he could be just like every pony else.

Flurry Heart

Age: 32

Parents: Shining Armor, Mi Amor Cadence

Special Talent: Ice Magic, Matchmaking

The oldest of her generation, Flurry very much does indeed flaunt at the fact she’s the eldest especially over her twin brothers. While her magic is very shield oriented she also is capable of ice magic, matchmaking and protection. Yes, very varietied. Flurry often comes off as arrogant and snooty, although she means well, kinda. She does have a tendency to show-off her abilities and through around her title.

Tanzanite Sheild

Age: 12

Parents: Shining Armor, Mi Amor Cadence

Special Talent: Potion Magic, Herbal Cures

Shining was very, very excited to have a son to teach battle tactics to, and very much was disappointed to find he had no interest in learning to fight. Shining kept pushing this till one day... when Tazz was sparing with Adonis he permanently broke his back left leg, which left him hospitalized for months. During that time, Shining Armor became distant and tried his best to make it up but could never bring himself to visit Tazz when he was bed ridden. Meanwhile, when Shining was sulking, Tazz began learning of herbal cures and their very varied uses, which these cures he hoped to be able to prevent somepony else from getting injured as bad as he was. Which eventually lead to him learning of his special talent.

Adonis Le Protecteur

Age: 12

Parents: Shining Armor, Mi Amour Cadence

Special Talent: Locksmith, Matchmaking, Key Maker

Adonis was named in order to follow his mother’s name which to him was kinda annoying because now every time he entered a building somepony would come up to him and be like “Prince Adonis Le Protecteur!” Which would piss him off ‘royally’. Shining was eager to teach him battle tactics much like Tazz but he very vocally showed him he didn’t want or care to learn and blew off practice more than once. Even if he skipped these practices he still gained knowledge of fighting which was always useful. During these free times, he’d hide in the black smithing shop which would spark his interest in welding keys and other small trinkets.

Apollo

Age: 18

Parents: Celestia, Discord

Special Talent: Documenting, Advising, Reading

Apollo, Sun Prince and the soon to be heir of Celestia, looks no different than an average unicorn you’d see everyday. This poor, self conscious child is always reserved, never stepping an inch out of his comfort zone. He has a tendancy to keep everything in and then letting it boil as he suppresses his jealous and angry thoughts. He especially is envious of his younger sister who very much is the embodiment chaos, royalty, the sun and badass-ness. While he shares his frustrations with his parents the only pony he seems to be able to confide in is his fellow royal, Princess Radiance.

Hestia

Age: 13

Parents: Celestia, Discord

Special Talent: Chaos Magic, Blue fire

Princess of Chaos and heir to her father’s throne, she prides herself in her very unique looks. Hestia has a tendancy to disappear from her royal duties and even vanish on sight, during her vanishing she goes off to make trouble and chaos. Her brother often scolds her for her unruly behavior but who is she to care? Celestia does scold her every now and then but she does have a weakness for her ‘adorable foal of chaos’ and her father doesn’t see any problem with these vanishings since there isn’t any royal duties tied to be the embodiment of chaos.

Asteria

Age: 17

Parents: Rarity, Luna

Special Talent: Jewlry making

This small filly was a bit of a wonder in canterlot as her small size made her constantly a bit of an oddity within the castle as she’d at first glance seen with ‘adoring eyes’ then quickly you’d correct yourself as she look at you with a hard gaze that would make anyone freeze on sight. When Luna and Rarity first noticed how small their daughter was compared to other ponies her age they freaked out and rushed her to a doctor demanding answers. But the doctor swiftly told them that she was just small and it was natural for some ponies to be just short without much answer, either way Asteria was healthy and didn’t seem all that different for her age so the two parents kept watch over their daughter the best they could. Asteria very much doesn’t mind being short, it dooesn’t interfere with her jewelry making hobby and duties as the heir to the moon. So she tends to just stay quiet, reserved and only speak when spoken to.

#mlp #mlp next gen #next gen remake #midnight radiance #flurry heart #umbran noctis #apollo #hestia #adonis le protecteur #tanzanite sheild #asteria #celestia x discord #rarity x luna #tempest x twilight #shining x cadence #next generation #next gen mlp #THERE ARE TOO MANY HASHTAGS

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nijicx · 5 years

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BNHA OC: Teachers

Name:

Paloma

Nationality:

Japanese

Hero Name:

Peek-a-boo

Occupation:

Support Teacher by day, Part Time Pro Hero

Quirk:

"Now you see me, Now you don't."

Quirk Characteristics:

Dissapears when she covers her eyes, and can re-appear when she uncovers them.

-She does not have to close her eyes, just cover them with her hands

Quirk Weaknesses:

Because her quirk is a non-offensive type, she has to make up for it with training and support items in order to take down villains. The legs of her suit are full of light gasses that help her be light on her feet. She also has tazers built into the palms of her gloves that charge with the kinetics of her body.

Personality:

Loud, will give her opinion on something even if she isn't asked, quick to start a fight and even quicker to finish them. She doesn't take it from anyone and can act rather thuggish. Her most noticable personality trait is the delivery of threats with an angelic smile. She doesn't let anyone off easy, not even her childhood friend and fellow teacher Miho

She's hard as nails with her students. She is incredibly serious about the importance a support hero has to their partner and works them incredibly hard. She often puts off a very "big sisterly" vibe and will act ditzy on purpose in order to land a particularly hard dish of truth.

Background:

Paloma and Miho grew up together in a mostly rural town that was rocked by a devastating earthquake the summer before they were set to start highschool. Because their town was rural and had many dirt roads now blocked by mudslides, they spent hours on their own helping rescue their fellow townsfolk and pull people out of the rubble. They made the decision that night that they would be heroes. And that they would forego going to the rural highschool a town over, and instead go to Tokyo.

Unbeknownst to them, the mayor of their little town had started asked the townsfolk to start a little letter writing campain. He asked for those who remembered the two coming to their aid to write a letter of reccomendation and their little town flooded the registry offices of most hero vocational schools with glowing reccomendations for the both of them.

They were both admitted to almost every hero school they applied to.

Fun Facts:

-During Highschool, Paloma would be stopped constantly by photographers and would-be magazine editors to beg her to do shoots for them. Eventually she got so annoyed that she couldn't go anywhere and just gave in. She only did modeling for a short time, but even now in her pro-hero days, people still come up to her with old copies of the magazines and she becomes incredibly embarassed.

-There are entire blogs on the internet dedicated to her buns....and not the ones on her head.

-Her fanclub rivals most more famous pro-heros due to her early days as a model

Name:

Miho

Occupation:

Homeroom Teacher

Nationality:

Japanese

Hero Name:

BloodLetter (after the victorian instrument used to draw blood)

Quirk:

Bleed Out

Quirk Characteristics:

Miho's quirk allows her to control her bloodflow. Once it reaches oxygen she can weild it sort of telekenetically. Aka, through the air and have it form shapes. She can also control its density, however, it cannot harden, she can simply thicken the plasma and make it heavier so that it packs a decent punch. She can also transfer blood onto someone and retract it once dried. This effect draws the blood back to her like a magnet, but is ingrained in the suspects skin,hair or clothes. This pulls the suspect towards her. It can also be used as a tracking method as she can sense by the 'pull' how close or far the target is from her in low visibility.

She has to draw blood in order to draw it out of her body, the bigger the flow opening the faster she can attack. A bite to her lip wouldn't be enough to attack or defend. For this reason she has made several modifications to her body in order for her to have access to a steady and non-lethal flow of blood. On her forehead is a faint red line which is actually stitches, the forehead is home to a large amount of blood vessels and so if she pulls them out it breaks and she has a instant way of creating a sheild, hence their placement on the front of her body. She has piercings and many pull-tabs placed around her body for this same reason. The pull tabs on her back can be pulled to allow for 6 seperate flows, which she often puts to work offensively, while 2 she weilds defensively.

One of the interesting things about Miho's quirk is that she can drain her limbs of blood and pull it into other parts of her body if she knows she cannot avoid a viceral attack. This way, she doesn't bleed out if injured on that limb. Her blood cannot leave her torso however, since it is still required to flow in order to power and run her organs and brain.

Quirk Weaknesses:

She is limited to the amount of blood in her body. Once her quirk is activated her body begins to produce twice the natural amount of blood as a defence mechanism. If not being concentrated somewhere fast enough, the excess blood will begin to find ways out of the body to avoid hieghtening the blood pressure. This includes her ears, nose, mouth and eyes. Once the quirk is deactivated, only the amount of blood enough for the running of her body can be re-taken into her body naturally, the rest she actually weilds over to the rescue vehicles in order to be used as reserve for any emergancy blood transfusions to trauma patients.

She wears big sweaters to hide her rather muscular arms.

Personality:

Absolute crybaby. She is rather quiet and has a hard time being forceful, especially with her students. She often cries to Paloma on their lunch breaks in the teachers lounge about how she has no idea what she's doing and that she's probably failing them as a teacher. Paloma constantly telling her to pull it together and grow a pair if she doesn't like it.

She will always rush to someones aid without even thinking of it, it causes her to be a rather "helicopter parent" teacher. She also likes to help the students who are seeming to struggle in making connections. She is constantly checking in on Yun-Yeong and giving her bottles of water to take to her team mates in order to get her to interact with them.

Despite being a timid and rather softhearted woman, she is incredibly protective of her students. When her and Paloma were young, they decided they'd be heroes, which meant giving up any semblance of the lives some women dream of, being mothers, and wives, and having signifigant others. So her students are like her kids. Instead of the students accidentally calling her "Mom" like is so commonly done, she accidentally calls them her kids, and they tease her relentlessly for it.

When it comes to protecting her students though, she is moost like a mother grizzly bear. She wont hesitate to lay waste to any area in order to get her 'kids' back.

Background:

(See Paloma above as they share a bg)

Miho has always been rather quiet and soft spoken, tending to follow Paloma around seeing her as the stronger one, relying on Paloma to build her self esteem back up every time it falters. What she doesnt know is that she has been Paloma's source of motivation since they were little. Paloma actually sees her as the much stronger of two.

Fun Facts:

-Her personal underling is Winston, this is due to the both of them having quite unweildly quirks that both cause a great deal of pain, she is constantly coaching him in ways to make it easier on himself.

-Out of the two of them, Miho actually has a crazy tolerance for alchohol. Likely because of her quirk and how fast she can circulate it out of her system.

-Her and Paloma go and have beers at the local ramen stall every third friday of the month. Mostly so that Miho can get drunk and get grumpy drunk and talk about how her "kids" wont listen to her and are real nasty to one another. Paloma keeps a video of one such drunken rant, where Miho shakes an old man next to her and slurringly says that shes gunna "beat up all her buttheads in class 1-D".

-Miho has her own blackmail stock hidden in her teachers apartment at the school, she owns every single issue and interview Paloma did while she was a bratty model in Tokyo. Its a little nest she's sitting on for a rainy day.

-She decorates the dorms and the doors of the dorms for special occaisions like birthdays, christmas and halloween. She will even stay up late the night before with a beer making decorations and getting together things for their birthdays. Her students are largely from other countries so she feels as though it is her responsibility to not let any of them feel left out.

-Paloma teases her about her frumpy appearance constantly. Poking fun at her baggy clothes and plain taste. She jokingly brings much more attractive office clothes to her at the school but Miho is incredibly embarassed to be wearing showier clothing. Thinking it isnt' for girls who look plain like her. She thinks likes them better on Paloma.

_________________________________________ Next we’re onto the villains!

#bnha oc #mha oc #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero art #boku no hero oc #oc #pro hero #hero oc #fanart #fan character #nijicxbnhaocs

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winterironbang · 5 years

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Art Previews

Below you will find the art previews for this year, remember authors that its not quite time for claiming yet!

Take a good look and pick 2-3 favourites and remember which Number they are for when claiming does begin.

1. Prompt: Tony was taken by Hydra not long after the New York invasion and experimented heavily on Tony. The Winter Soldier escapes his captivity and kinds Tony locked up in his dragon form in a huge cell and decides he should break this poor creature out as well.The Winter Soldier could be his own personality next to Bucky, and if so he doesn't like Steve if that would come up. Restrictions: No Rape/Non-con, No OT3 (Stuckony), preferably a rather happy ending, or bittersweet. No sad endings. CLAIMED

2 Prompt: Tony has always had a thing for swimsuit models.Limitations: go wild.Additional notes: happy to be as involved or uninvolved as the writer wants! CLAIMED

3. Warnings: None that I can think of? Prompts: Definitely don’t have to stick to this, but this was just what was in my mind drawing this — They’re a Shoulder Angel and Shoulder Demon each trying to do a good job for their assigned Human - Natasha Romanov. I’d love it if maybe they’ve been working together over time to help Natasha (maybe to get out from under Red Room) without actually really seeing each other for a while until eventually they do. Not-Quite-Identity!Porn of some sort, with a bit of oh no he’s hot when they meet. Just imagine the hijinks with a little Nat and these boys as her conscience! Ha! Limitations: I know Tony is depicted as a Demon here, but this is Tony, please don’t make him out to be the actual Devil? He’s just doing his job but - oh no! - he gets attached to his Human and adversary and only wants the best for them, screw Hell’s policies CLAIMED

4. warnings: none i thinkprompt: Post-apocalyptic AU! Scrappy mechanic Tony meets badass loner and fighter Bucky (with a clunky metal arm)? Maybe some getting to know (and later: trust) each other and surviving (together?) in a hostile world? Trying to make a living? limitatons and any additional notes: No dubcon/noncon between Tony/Bucky, no sad ending, no super descriptive toture/body horror, Tony and Bucky should survive. Angst/Pain/Suspense otherwise are fine :)The second art is optional. CLAIMED

5. Desired collaboration level(s): I would love to be included with the writing/brainstorming process, even just so much as being a cheerleader for it!-Additional details/requests/Prompt: Pre-WI/getting together fic. Wing Au. Maybe something like "Winged beings are discriminated against/unliked/people are nervous of them. Picture scene is: Tony was sitting out in the rain/stuck in the rain, Bucky comes and sheilds him from it with his wing. -Do Wants: Hurt/Comfort, angst is fine too, must be happy ending please, I prefer canon-divergent, but total au is fine too. -Do NOT Wants: Beastiality, Mpreg, A/B/O dynamics, BDSM, D/S verse, Hardcore kinks, Genderbends, Non-con, MCD, underage/age-changes/de-aging, Sad endings!(I would prefer no other/background ships, but can be discussed!) CLAIMED

6. Warnings: blood Limitation: non-negotiable absolutely no Steve Rogers bashing Wants: OUAT crossover (non negotiable). Jefferson IS Bucky OR Bucky is Jeffersons twin. Steve as a main character as well. Prompt; Bucky goes missing after a mission, with seemingly no reason. A year later They find Bucky, only he's calling himself Jefferson and crying about a broken hat, and a horrific scar around his neck.

7. warnings: possible gun violence, languageprompt: loosely based on Killing eve "you hired me to kill you!?" "I wanted to see you..." basically, Tony and Bucky (established relationship? Mutual pining? ) haven't spoken in awhile for reasons (are they fighting? Busy? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) so Tony Hires Bucky to kill him. limitatons and any additional notes: none that I can think of but if you think there's something that could be squicky/a no go, just lemme know. I'm very open to collaboration with my author. CLAIMED

8. No warnings or limitations. CLAIMED

9. Warnings: None Prompt: Tony Stark meets Bucky Barnes in 1993 and they both fall for each other. One night, Bucky starts to cry. Tony asks what's wrong and Bucky tells him what happened to his parents. Notes: It really doesn't matter how you end this fic as long it includes some good old fashioned angst! CLAIMED

10. Warnings: noneNotes: Was thinking of a Brookly-99 spin on it, something cute and funny for some feel good happy, but very open to anything really :) CLAIMED

11. warnings: None Prompt: (Description: View is outside of a building. In one window Tony plays the violin. In the other Bucky types away.) CLAIMED

12. Warnings:NonePrompt: (description: Bucky is sitting atop a motorcycle. Tony is approaching him, offering his hand for a handshake. Scene is dusk on an empty road.) CLAIMED

13. prompt: tony is one of the last of his kind (inherited from his mother’s side). he hides his wings from the world, and only pepper, happy, and rhodey know what he is. everything else is canon as per the mcu. it’s up to the author to decide how far in the universe they want to take it, and if they wish to incorporate his wings elsewhere in the series, but tony is iron man and it must be post winter soldier. pre-relationship to getting together. limitations: please no graphic depictions of rape, suicide, or self-harm (specifically cutting. other forms of self-harm are okay, but please no self-inflicted cutting). no character bashing, ESPECIALLY of steve. no major character death. things i would like to see: BAMF!tony, ptsd (from either bucky or tony, or both!), a COOL secret reveal, angst, hurt/comfort, and fluff. some smut is okay! i would love if tony keeps the arc reactor. arm maintenance!! please!! tony being terrified of bucky finding out about his wings, and bucky being scared of hurting tony. relevant notes: tony’s wings are 18 ft (5.4 m) in diameter, and are red and gold. bucky still has hydra arm. that’s about it! i’m flexible on most things :) CLAIMED

14. Description/Prompt: John Wick AU in MCU Open for brainstorming or alternate interpretations Warnings: canon typical violence for story (john wick levels or mcu levels up to author?) Limitations: DNWs include a/b/o, mpreg, noncon, dubcon between major protagonists, death of major protagonists, unhappy/ bad endings CLAIMED

15. Description/Prompt: any frontier myth/ old wild west tropes welcome Open for brainstorming or alternate interpretations Warnings: canon typical violence for story? Limitations: DNWs include a/b/o, mpreg, noncon, dubcon between major protagonists, death of major protagonists, unhappy/ bad endings CLAIMED

16. Prompt: Romancing The Stone AU. Tony is a tech reliant city boy who is out of his depth in the South American jungle while trying to save a friend. Bucky is the broke traveller who he convinces to be his guide. Adventures and hijinks and a happy ending ensue. Notes/Limitations: Doesn't have to follow the movie if you're not familiar with it. I don't want Tony to be a damsel in distress that needs to be rescued, just a fish out of water who adapts to his new environment. Any rating is fine, smut is welcome, no character bashing. CLAIMED

17. warnings: general audiences prompt: Bucky is part of the Avengers but he and Tony keep their distance. On a mission Tony saves Bucky from another fall. Later he asks Tony why he didn't let him slip when he knows he killed his parents. He doesn't believe Tony forgave him and confesses that he sometimes hates Steve for not catching him limitations: no Steve/Bucky/Tony, preferably no Stony, no ABO, no mpreg, preferably no BDSM or dom/sub CLAIMED

18. warnings: malnutrition, (minor) injuries, shackleslimitations: anything involving children and/or pregnancy CLAIMED

19. Warnings:none Prompt: Mage Tony and assassin/rogue Bucky. Limitatons: No major character death, no infidelity, no unhappy ending, Bucky did not kill Tony's parents, would be absolutely fine with graphic sex Additional notes: Art will have at least one more companion piece featuring Bucky/Winter in Assassin type garb and probably wielding daggers. CLAIMED

20. warnings: none? prompt: Dreadful pirate Bucky with a heart of gold! limitaions and any other notes relevant to the authors for claiming: I'd prefer it if Bucky wasn't actually a bad guy. Go easy on the gore, and please don't do any noncon or dubcon between the OTP. Angst or pain are good as long as there is at least a hopeful ending! CLAIMED

21. Prompt: After the death of King Howard Stark, his son Anthony had to step up to the throne as the rightful heir. James Buchanan Barnes, a knight and new member of the Royal Guard, is sworn to protect his king no matter what. Even if that means protecting Anthony from his own damn feelings. Warnings: N/A Limitations: major character death, terminal illness, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, racism, incest, ableism Notes: Their designs are fantasy-influenced more than historical, and even though I was using MCU as reference, I aged Tony down since canonically Howard died when he was younger anyway! Also the scribble of a background is supposed to be inside the castle, during a party/ball or something? CLAIMED

22. Artist Withdrew.

23. Warnings: None Prompt: The Addams Family AU Limitations/notes: None CLAIMED

24. warnings: none? prompt: Warlord Bucky gets a new conquest: Tony. (How? tribute? prisoner? Marriage contract?) Tony may expect the worst, but slowly discover Bucky isn't so bad... limitaions and any other notes relevant to the authors for claiming: please no evil Bucky. I like getting to know each other and slowly falling in love. No dubcon/noncon between tony/bucky. CLAIMED

25. Warnings: implied violence, kidnappingPrompt: I went with four comic panels sort of depicting a kidnapping scenario. Bucky (probably) wouldn’t be the kidnapper — i'm gonna try and make him look more surprised in the final draft. Limitations: Go wild. G ratings through Explicit is fine with me. Preferably no M-Preg though. CLAIMED

26. Warnings: None CLAIMED

27. Warnings: None CLAIMED

28. Description/Prompt: fluff or comfort? Warnings: - Limitations: DNWs include a/b/o, mpreg, noncon, dubcon between major protagonists, death of major protagonists, unhappy/ bad endings CLAIMED

29. Desired collaboration level(s): I would love to be included with the writing/brainstorming process, even just so much as being a cheerleader for it! Additional details/requests/ Prompt: Human!Tony/Werewolf!Bucky. Werewolf au. Do Wants: Hurt/Comfort, angst is fine too, must be happy ending please, I prefer canon-divergent, but total au is fine too. Do NOT Wants: Beastiality, Mpreg, A/B/O dynamics, BDSM, D/S verse, Hardcore kinks, Genderbends, Non-con, MCD, underage/age-changes/de-aging, Sad endings!(I would prefer no other/background ships, but can be discussed!) CLAIMED

#winterironbang #winteriron reverse bang #winteriron #first draft #ironwinter

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cinaminho · 5 years

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Stray Mafia: They get jealous realizing they love their S/O

I'm pretty sure these were two different requests that I just combined, so...

╰ Group: Straykids ft. NCT

╰ Genre: Fluff

╰ Warnings: Poisoning, Swearing, mild violence

Request:Hii, I love your Stray kids mafia series and I was wondering if in the future you could do one where they get kinda jealous or something, too 💕

Plot - During a dinner party that celebrates the merging of StrayxNCT mafia held in your homes ballroom your Fiancee/Husband is all smiles as you look gorgeous and he is handsome, you find yourself surprisingly having a great time with them , they feel the same about you, as the night progresses they indulge in conversation with you enjoying every moment because their heart is doing happy flips, they realize they're no longer just tolerating you, you aren't just someone they live with, you're more than that and they love you, they're in love with you, that's exciting for them.. But what isn't is the attention you attract of others making a bitter knot form in their body at the sight. Approaching the gentlemen that has taken your attention away from him he uses the first method that comes to mind.

.*•°♡

// Chan //

Chan was quietly chatting over future weapon trades with Hyunjin outside the full room that held two now merged organizations plus other business partners that contributed to Different supplies for SKM, a tap on his shoulder from behind got his attention, It was Mark Lee, Taeyong's Right hand man in NCT's mafia.

"It seems that your wife to be is being kept cozy near the fire place by an unknown specimen, he isn't shy about skinship either, she doesn't seem too comfortable with it may I add."

Hearing those words whispered lowly in his ear from one of his new colleagues made his eye twitch. You were finally treating him like the husband he was soon to be as he'd always treated you like his future wife, nobody was going to take that away. Chan looked over his shoulder at the young male, a scowl evident.

"I'll handle it."

Chan exused himself away from his conversation with Hyunjin and Mark, confidently strolling into the ballroom, eyes peeled looking for you, he spotted you half way across the room. His eyes held a murderous glare as he seen the man carress your hand before gently kissing it, but his glare was not towards you as he trudged over to you both, catching your attention first.

"Chan hey..." You words faded as you studied Chan's cold expression. Before you coulf ask what was wrong, Chan's foot collided with the man's chest that sat beside you and out of the chair the man went, Chan gripped the back his neck tighlty so you could evidently see his pale knuckles.

You could hear the man slightly heave and gag as Chan whispered in his ear, he knew you were able to hear as he spoke ,though, you smiled at his words.

"Did you see that woman you were shamelessly flirting with, hm?" He seethed as the man nodded his head the best he could while in Chan's grip.

"That is my wife, not yours or anyone else's, I love her and you shall not blind her from seeing that, now for the sake of your life I suggest you exit the premises before I throw you into the fire place."

Chan snatched his hand away giving the male a chance to get up a scurry off watching him closely before looking to you with a soft smile as if nothing had just happened.

"You look beautiful, Angel."

You smiled gracefully "Thank you, hubby."

// Woojin //

As Woojin and Johnny talked in the billard room the doors bursted open as Changbin appeared, Woojin knew something was up since Changbin never interrupted anyone. Woojin put his pool stick down before approaching his fellow member.

"Any trouble?" Woojin already knew the answer but still asked.

"There is a group of drug cartel shippers from your fathers old team surrounding your fiancee out in the garden, I warned them to take off but they insisted on not leaving, I figured you'd rather do the real damage rather than me." Changbin spoke vaguely.

"I fired them and they still have the ordasity to show the likes of themselves around my base, my home?" Woojin laughed amused at just how clueless and bold these men were, they were older than Woojin but no where near as cunning or dangerous .

Woojin quickly headed to the Garden with Changbin and Johhny behind noticing the old creeps blocking his S/O from leaving.

"And just how the hell did you think you'd trespass on my property, harass my Financee without consequences?" Woojin growled causing all eyes to face him including yours.

"Step aside and let Y/n walk through and if I even so much as think you touched them I promise there is a sniper waiting to shoot your eyes to the back of head." Woojin's words were calmly said but still you all knew they held power.

Each man looked at one another contemplating their next move, it should've been a no brainer.

"Y/n, you can move, they won't hurt a splint of hair on your head, I promise you that sweetheart." Woojin held out his hand to you, the smile on his face was so hypnotizing. You took your chance and ran into his embrace as he held you tightly.

Woojin held you close as you snuggled your face into his shoulder, you could feel the vibrations of his voice when he spoke.

"You shouldn't have even thought about it, when I told you to release them you should have done it right then without hesitation. Now I won't hesitate to do what I have to."

In that moment you felt so much love from Woojin and he couldn't hide it you already knew it that moment. You loved him and he loved you by how he spoke. You relaxed under his touch. Your relaxation dispersed as you quickly were brought to the ground by Woojin, he was sheilding you and you soon knew why, shots of a Machine gun were heard making your body instantly react with your voice in toe screaming while protecting your ears from the sound. Woojin seemed unphased, you knew what'd just happened.

// Changbin //

He couldn't believe he'd walked into the party with Doyoung by his side chatting instantly noticing a male Trapping you between a wall and his arms as you moved your face to avoid anymore unnecessary contact with him Changbin's lip twitched as his eyes mirrored the scene.

"Are you alright Bin?" Doyoung spoke.

Changbin's vision focused on you and the male as he knew you were trying to be polite in the uncomfortable situation.

"Walk over here with me, business is needed to be handled." Was all he mumbled as the two walked over to the scene.

Your arms were forced to your sides as the male gripped your wrist to prevent you from stopping his advances but the tables quickly turned because before he could process it, his face collided with the cool marble wall, his right arm was being held behind his back raising higher painfully, he was sure his shoulder would pop out of place anytime.

You stepped to the side seeing Doyoung grab your harasser, Changbin soon appeared beside you kissing your temple which startled you at first.

"Are you okay?"

All you could do was nod as he carrassed your cheek gazing at you , something had definitely flipped in him emotionally wise.

"Gather some of these other's and take him to the warehouse near thr port." Changbin ordered clearly speaking to Doyoung but didn't Dare break eye contact with you.

// Minho //

Noticing a man spike your drink from afar was something Minho wouldn't imagine happening tonight especially when everyone knew just how many dangerous members of SKM and NCT were here. He'd been watching you both the whole time seeing how you handled the man's attention. He didn't like just sitting there but he wanted to see how loyal you were, he wanted to walk over to that bar and break a glass bottle before slashing the male who dared come on to his Fiancee throat. Seeing him spike your drink gave him the motive to do so. Minho snapped his fingers and Yuta quickly appeared at his side.

"Trouble in paradise I sense?" Yuta chuckled sarcastically as he knew exactly where Minho's glare landed.

"I've got someone treading dangerously on sacred grounds." minho sighed ashamed that he would now have to make a scene.

"No worries my friend, I seen the events just moments ago with my own eyes, I decided to step in they both became distracted by my presence so I switched their drinks, it was purely an extacy pill. Buddy is in for a surprise himself little does he know." Yuta proclaimed.

Minho glanced at him knowingly , as Yuta was known as A silent killer who specialized in poisoned weapons and much more in his mafia.

"Just sit back and watch." Yuta added as they both turned to the scene, You took a sip of your drink gulping it down slowly, your bar friend did the same only after a minute and a half he was gasping for air and clutching his throat.

// Hyunjin //

The unfortunate event also happened at the bar except a man came butting into yours and his conversation, rookie mistake number one. Hyunjin was very forgiving at time and even gave his enemies chances to correct their actions so the guy the approached you would be no different. Seeing that the man had only intrest in chattering with you and not necessarily saying things that were polite to Hyunjin's or your ears he knew you were all but okay with this mans comments towards you.

Hyunjin's creased eye smile vanished as he had finally had enough of pretending this guy didn't get on his nerves, it was time to do something. He gently kissed your cheek while looking at the man.

"Honey, do me a favor and go find Jaehyun along with Han ,send them my way, after that go find somewhere comfortable to sit then I'll come and find you." He whispered in your ear lightly before kissing it. You looked at him Thanking him with your eyes as he simply nodded before letting you go.

Once you disappeared in the crowed Hyunjin whipped out his pistol holding it to the man's groin, leaning foward to the man who now was stiff as a board. Hyunjin smirked.

"It appears you think with the wrong parts of your body." His glare was sinister as he pressed the gun farther into the mans reserved area. "I could blow your nuts off right here and now, but I'll allow you to simply to enjoy your drink I've ordered for you."

"I'm not drinking anything." The man retorted, Hyunjin was amused. The clicking of his safety being released off the gun was heard, the male's eyes grew 100x bigger.

"Do as I say or suffer the agonizing pain of me blowing your nuts off."

Hyunjin was fine with either choice but watching the man drink down the slow tranquilizer was better. "Good, you may go now." He smiled. Soon Han and Jaehyun appeared.

"May we help you, Brother?" Han asked.

Hyunjin looked at them. "Follow him around, soon you'll have to disposal him." Hyunjin grinned at the man but there was still a hint of maniac in his eye.

"Enjoy your last few minutes breathing that drink is slowly eating at your insides, at least you'll go quickly."

// Jisung //

You guys were in the middle of the dance floor dancing to slow classical music enjoying each other's warmth and sents. You guys were having a great time until the music switched indicating it was time to get new partners, Jisung quickly pecked your lips before you letting you go, you guys watched each other as you graced the arms of strangers, as more people glided across the floor you lost sight of each other.

The man who's arm's were around your waist reaked of alcohol. You tried not to inhale the mess but it was strong, his breath hit your forehead as you didn't look anywhere but at your moving feet wishing the music would switch already. The man let out an uncomfortable hum as he pressed his body to yours caressing your back, you pressed against him you acting against his actions but he was stronger.

"Don't fight against it just enjoy it baby." The male chuckled darkly. You gasped before kneeing him in the balls, the guy clutched his precious area as he fell to his knees soon a fist collided with his face that wasn't yours. You looked to see it was Jisung and he didn't look happy.

"Jisung did you-" he quickly nodded before taking your hand in his and leading you away without a word. Without him even having to say anything The new combined mafia charged towards the man that caused the altercation, you heard pained moans and yelps. You wanted to look back so badly.

"Don't look back." Jisung ordered as if he had read your mind.

// Felix //

It was honestly hilarious for him to watch this unknowing individual try his luck with you, he laughed as you shut him down everytime, but, now boundaries were being crossed when the man forcefully dragged you by your forearm towards the balcony since you refused his invitation the first four times. Jeno was next to him also watching the scene.

"Should we move now?" He asked but Felix simply shook his head, "wait til he they're closer." His low voice spoke. His eyes were cut on you and his prey.

Soon you were being dragged towards the balcony with much refuse using all your force you let out a pained cry, Felix's ears practically perked up at the sound.

"Move now." Was all he said.

Soon he and Jeno were hot on your trails Jeno stepped in front of you both as Felix stood behind you. While he was distracted you snatched your arm away from the weirdo's grasp. From over your shoulder Felix seem the print of his naild where they were dug into your arm, the sight made him bite the inside of his cheek. Jeno slammed the Male's back into the near by wall preventing much of his breathing by blocking his airway with an arm.

Felix Cleared his throat catching your attention but you didn't speak as you knew he was angry, though, it wasn't at you, you were going to let him handle his business. Felix walked towards Jeno and the male he held beneath his arm.

"What do you want me to do now?" Jeno questioned. Felix looked the disgusting human up and down smuggly before shrugging.

"Do as you please with him , mate, just make sure he doesn't bother my flower again."

Jeno took that as an invitation, he threw the man towards the open balcony soon following, he looked at the both of you Bowing before closing the balcony door so no one could hear the events that would take place.

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Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

TITLE: Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 13 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-dark midnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki falling in love with a Midgardian and his words to Thor about Jane during Dark World coming back to haunt him. “It would be a heartbeat. You would never be ready.”

RATING: M for Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: ~▪︎~FOR THE WHOLE STORY~▪︎~

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Check Masterlist. It's going to be a long read. I try to keep each chapter around 3,000 words.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

!-!TRIGGER WARNING(S)!-!

So many triggers, read ALL of them!

Swearing. Angst. Death. Depression. Violence. Self-harm. Regret. Carelessness for safety. Doubts. Torture. NSFW. Smut. Fluff. And Of Course- Mischief.

Summary: Out in the open.

~ ~ ENJOY ~ ~

Many more weeks passed. The Avengers and civilians knew about their relationship since they went on more dates, took walks and browsed stores together. During all hours of the day when both of them were free from duties.

Alicia went to press conferences to support him. They tried to question her, Alicia held her hands up as if to stop the questions, shook her head. Then pointed at the Avengers or Asgardians. "I'm not the one here to be questioned."

However things got really personal when a reporter asked, "How did you get a woman like Alicia? Especially with your history."

The look on Loki's face was confident but at the last statement she saw his eyebrows furrowed for a second. Then complete mischief in his eyes. "You think I had her fall for me?"

Everyone was silent besides a few clicks of cameras. "Well yes," the waver in the reporter's voice was a stark contrast from the confidence he displayed earlier.

Alicia bit her lip trying not to laugh and to stop from smiling too big in anticipation.

"Well you all have seen her charm." Loki waved his hand towards Alicia. She shrugged dramatically at the attention and the room filled with laughter.

Every one knew of Alicia. The sweet girl with the God of lies.

However only Loki and SHIELD agents were aware Alicia was apart of SHEILD and was trained to protect herself. It was agreed among those people Alicia would be transferred to the Avengers and become part of that team soon.

Targets were on her head even more with their relationship official. There was a group chat found by SHIELD that people were planning on using her to get to Loki as revenge for New York. People had approached Alicia while Loki was, and was not present. Alicia used her wit and calming charm to keep the situation non violent as possible. In other words preventing Loki from killing anyone.

There were people who supported the relationship because they saw how happy both of them were. Alicia had won the hearts of those people herself, mostly. Loki had acquired several fan bases at how protective he was over her. Innocent chats had that perspective.

Then, dark chats among the BDSM community made their desires for the dark prince unashamedly clear. People tried to flirt with both of them, Loki got jealous when Alicia was flirted with while Alicia found it amusing, greatly loving the sex after those encounters. No matter of how gentle or rough the sex was: Loki was persistent of being on top to be able to satisfy her.

The times when they both consented to rough love making Alicia loved reminders. Loki was very hesitant about not healing her but came to the agreement to leave his mark on places no one would see. He also made her agree to letting him heal her to a subtle discomfort. Loki knew by now how to handle her subspace and the aftermath that sometimes followed. A ton of cuddling, warmth, chocolate, and if they had time he would read or talk to her until she fell asleep.

The Avengers were fiercely protective of Alicia. They might have "happened to be in the same location as them." Loki held her close when Thor was around, those nights were particularly possessive. Loki loved to take her slowly but with dirty talk.

"You love when I take you like this?" Loki demanded in Alicia's ear, thrusting deep into her from behind and pulling on her hair. The other hand between her legs, fingers rubbing her very sensitive nerves as his arm pulled her backwards. She often was too wrapped into pleasure but Loki continued with his observation. "Love to have me absolutely crazy while you are so friendly with all those idiotic pursuers. And you don't want me to do anything to them. Yes, I know you love those encounters because you are always drenched with anticipation. Even now you are dripping down both of our thighs."

Loki would roll his hips more dramatically that she loved, "ooh Darling. Are you so close now? I can feel you rippling with need. Maybe I should stop and leave you frustrated as I am-"

Alicia would beg urgently for release, telling him she wasn't flirting. Loki knew she never flirted, but her being nice drove him insane. She did decline their advances and got closer to Loki. Of Course he would hold her and glare at the brave individual.

With a slap to her rear and a tug on her hair, he growled loudly, "Must you always use the same excuse?"

Alicia would apologize with her promise that he was the only one for her.

"You be sure to remember that." And Loki would give her further reminders as to who she belonged to.

Loki did not need to worry so much when they went to Asgard. She was dressed in his colors which marked her as his. No one dared to step out of line like the disrespectful Midgardians.

Alicia wore the armor the first few times she was at Asgard. She complained a multitude of time and then completely refused to touch the metal. Alicia swore up and down that she was never going to wear armor ever again because it was uncomfortable. Even after Loki had many designs for her, she refused. Once Loki explained that armor is just part of Asgardian culture she gave lean way… but she was somehow winning the battle with less protective armor with each visit.

On days filled with pure joy like today. They caught the most attention by everyone because they were like young lovers. Loki had her by his side as he spoke with Thor, Jane, and others about matters of Asgardians. Alicia gave him a kiss on the cheek and excused herself.

Alicia walked towards the direction of the bathrooms and disappeared into the crowds. Making a huge loop around to children playing with bubbles. She wanted to have fun with them and asked for their assistance in mischief. She guided them down wind from the group she just left and told them to produce as many bubbles as they could.

The bubbles were carried by the gentle wind and caught everyone's attention. The children squealed when they were caught and laughed as Loki chased a sprinting Alicia. Loki yelled at her for disturbing the conversation. Then caught her from behind and spun her around.

Alicia was trying to pry his arms away from her, "Loki put me down!"

"No Love. I think I might just carry you all day."

Alicia laughed at the suggestion. "Loki! People are staring!"

"So let them," purred into her ear.

Loki carried her back to the group despite her vocal protests. Her premature laughter gave away her plans. As soon as Loki set her down she tried to get away. Loki pulled her close and held her firmly against him so she could not cause more mischief.

Everyone knew it was all good fun and were laughing at the couple. Loki's smug look turned into a forced seriousness, which furthered Thor's laugh. Loki's voice was low and authoritative, "Now Jane was just discussing about making a new bifrost on Earth before the disruption."

Alicia pushed on his chest with a teasing huff.

Alicia admired the beautiful light elf woman that spoke up, "It would make it much easier for us and other realms to keep in contact. Traveling from Alfheim is very long and dangerous." Her light-hearted facial expressions turned hard as she was in thought. Her very tan skin and long lighter hair color glowing in the sunlight.

She and her companions looked heavenly. Her once bright eyes were clouded with thoughts that Alicia felt were dark in nature.

Thor crossed his arms and looked down in thought. "We will need similar materials as the one we had in Asgard. We would also need to convince the people of Earth to let such a powerful machine be built. SHEILD would be difficult since it would open more travel to Midgard."

"In order for us to start, all travelers to Midgard should be instructed to bring supplies." Alicia watched Loki rub his lips in thought, "do we have the instructions or designs for this? It will take an immense amount of magic to get the bifrost up and running."

"There is knowledge on the subject but it is kept among the older architects and sorcerers." Thor spoke again, "I have discussed with them and naturally they are weary to share the information with non-Asgardians." Thor made a displeased sound, "should the bifrost fail it would cause mass damage damage to Earth."

Alicia had a quick idea and spoke fast to keep the vaguely preplanned speech from fleeing her mind, "Could it be placed in space? Travel could be restricted to Earth because transportation would be needed to even reach the planet. I imagine placed further away the catastrophic damage would be less than if placed on the actual planet." She felt Loki rub her side with his thumb as praise.

Jane was filled with excitement. "She could be onto something. The materials would not take up space on Earth and would already be in the location for easier placement. We would need to figure out the perfect spot to minimize potential damage. We could make simulations to get a better idea."

"We still need to discuss the idea with Midgard to maintain the peace we have." Loki looked confident but Alicia saw his forced worry.

Alicia spoke up, "Given the fact that travel is still going to happen without the bifrost, that could be the best leverage we have. As well as it would keep the peace between all other world's. Thus resulting in more treaties and less war."

One of the Asgardian advisors laughed with amusement, "these two have switched mindsets since they got together."

Alicia smiled at Loki, "I think we bring out all aspects and compliment each other."

The other advisor that was significantly older spoke up with pure joy, "It's as if Loki is a millennium younger."

A heartbeat.

Loki did not want to be younger.

Alicia poked his side with a gleam in her eye. "He brings out my younger self too."

Thor smiled but he sighed heavily.

Valkyrie spoke up, "We will prepare a speech for a live broadcast after running through simulations, list of supplies, and talking with the elders."

"For now let everyone rest. It was a long day and we all have an abundance of things to think about. We will be in touch." The light elves left without another word.

"Ladies how about you go ahead of us. I would like to speak to Loki."

Loki rose an eyebrow at Thor.

"Do not fret brother we will be close behind them."

Loki watched as the elders walked away and then Alicia go with Valkyrie and Jane in another direction. Alicia and Jane talked excitedly about something and Alicia gestured widely around her. The shoulderless cape that started at the intricate gold metal around her shoulders as well as around her upper back. The metal was connected by a lace that was woven criss cross across her collar bones. Down and around her shoulders hung chains. The cape connected a small amount in front to the armpit and as well as the place between her shoulder blades, of course to the metal shoulder protection. The pieces were connected by golden metal bracelets. Anytime she moved her arms the sheer fabric moved with her.

The dress she had on was strapless and brought the attention to the bare spots of chest, shoulders, and shoulder blades not hidden by the poor excuse of protection. Of course she refused to wear armor so Loki had the designers come up with intricate designs of metal. Even if it was not really going to help in defense in anyway. Metal was common in Asgard.

Alicia's dress flowed with the wind as well. The silk dress had a variation of green shades but stayed close to his emerald color. There was a black sash blowing to the side and Loki remembered it hanging loosely around her hips, capturing the lower half of her body due to the vertical ripple of dark and lighter greens of the dress.

The sun broke through the clouds and everything glowed. Her skin. Hair. The metal caught in the more pronounced areas. From his spot behind her the dress was even able to catch some light through the sheer black cape. Loki wished he could be in front of her as she walked, see that smile playing on her face as she talked to Jane and her eyes lit up as bright as the sun.

"You really love her don't you?"

Loki's face turned but his eyes stayed on her till they no longer could. "You have heard me tell her that many times."

"I think you should officially court her. Ask her."

"Thor. It is only a mere two months before our year anniversary. Midgardians do not get engaged in a short amount of time."

"Well… some do after a few hours."

Loki scoffed as Thor started to walk to follow the women, "and the sooner they are engaged the less success the marriage has." Loki looked at Thor, "and what about you? When is your ceremony?"

Thor's smile was nervous, "I was actually planning to ask her during dinner."

"You two get along well enough... I suppose if things don't go well I could veil you in smoke, if that would help."

"Loki.."

He snickered at Thor's nerves. "I jest. Really brother you two do well together. Asgardians will thrive with her by your side at the throne."

"What? No plans to rule yourself?"

Loki faltered in step as Thor pushed him. "I wouldn't mind but Alicia wants a simple life as possible."

"I heard her say she sees you as Loki. No titles. Although. People say she lies, she wants your wealth and the attention the comes with royalty."

Loki could not help but laugh. "She refuses to call me anything besides my name, gets into a big fuss when I gift her things. As you have seen she hates the media attention and waves the reporters away." Loki shook his head, "gossip is very terrible on Midgard. Not even based on facts and spreads as quick as Hel's fire on dried grass."

Thor chuckled quietly, "you are right about something, brother."

Loki rolled his eyes, "you act as though I'm not capable of coming up with well thought out plans-."

"Tricks."

Loki wanted to hit that smug look off of his brother's face. Then smirked, "Must I get my Lady to remind you it takes a sharp mind and skill to use those tricks?"

It was as if Loki was seeing Thor going through all of the times Alicia stabbed him with her wit. "She is a very fierce one.. I can only imagine how our parents would have liked her."

"Odin would lock her away." Loki felt his nails digging into his fist and wanted Alicia's gentle touch with a face full of calm affection.

"Mother would love her. I'm sure. You were her favorite." Thor continued after Loki gave Thor a look of disbelief, "it showed in the way she would try to get you out of trouble you caused." Thor clapped Loki's shoulder, "Both mother and father would approve of who you are now, loving her in an extension of you."

Loki watched his love as she was approached by a group of young children and their parents. Alicia got down to hug each one of them. The children took turns hugging the three women walking together. Loki stood behind her, "love.. did you get another dress dirty?"

Alicia turned to face him with a toddler in her grasp, "oh Loki. It will wash out." She was smiling widely until the little one pulled her hair. She muttered an ow and Loki laughed but moved to untangle the little fingers. "She has a strong grip" Alicia's laughter turned into more quick mutterings of pain as the other hand held more hair.

"I am so sorry! She really loves to hold things" the mother scrambled to help Loki with the little girls hands. Once Loki got her fingers untangled the little hand curled around his finger and she babbled at him. Alicia held the other hand and smiled at Loki.

The mother spoke quietly, "She likes both of you. Especially you Prince Loki."

Alicia grinned, "she has good taste."

Alicia shivered as a vision was about to come true. Loki's worried eyes were on her when they made eye contact. Alicia heard a sound she dreaded. An object whistling, moving through the air so fast due to the thrusters attached.

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