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somethingblu3 · 4 months

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Thy Mercy | Father Anthony Bridge

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18+ minors dni.

Fandom: Casualty

Summary:

Father Anthony commands you to list out the rosary.

TW: Church Sex, Spanking, Candles Wax Play, Improper Use of a Rosary, Priest Kink, Author is not Christian, Forbidden Secret, Relationship,neil newbon - Freeform, Begging, Burns, Dom/sub, Dirty Talk, Bible Kink, No Beta, mouth spitting, Mutual Masturbation, cum, Paddle, Humiliation, lightly edited, Orgasm Delay/Denial.

Pairing: Father Anthony Bridge x female afab reader

Word Count: 1,844

Divider Credit: firefly-graphics.

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I'm not Christian, but I did go to church when I was younger. It's been over a decade since I've used a rosary, so I'm not entirely sure if the beads are accurate.

“Say it,” Father Anthony ordered in the shadows. You both sat in the empty church. The only light came from the flicker of the oil candles that hung from the ceiling. You had never been in a Church alone, especially not on a cold, dark winter night like this. Your hands are sweaty as they trace over the familiar chunky beads. It was a gift given to you by your grandmother. You remember sitting at her vanity as she gifted you the beads. They were sacred, and you kept them secure under your pillow at night, not wanting to lose them, but you almost dropped them as you felt Father Anthony’s gaze lock on you in the shadows. He was watching, waiting for you to start.

He had warned you that if you stuttered or your voice faltered, he would spank you. From the corner of your eye, you could see Anthony's hands clutching the black paddle in his hands as he readied himself. Your breathing hitches as your sweaty hands clutch at the burgundy glass. Your mind goes blank, but you can feel Anthony’s hand ghost your sides, closing your eyes. You took a breath, trying to cleanse your dry lips. Anthony pushes his nails into your thighs, a sign for you to start.

“In the name of the Father, The Son, and of the Holy Spirit Amen” Your fingers move towards the first bead, feeling the contours of the Crucifix between them. He hadn’t even done anything yet, not even touched your skin. You could feel something against it, maybe his fingers or the brush of the silver of his belt as he grinded against you; it was hard to tell in the dark. It was scary not knowing what was coming next. He had blinded you before, but here you were in the Church surrounded by the darkness. You were both very evasive about your relationship. If anyone ever found out about this, Anthony would be fired and defrocked, not even that he would be ousted from the community.

He was more protective of that in the early days, but as your relationship developed, he found it harder and harder to let you go. You were his biggest sin. He couldn’t walk away from second to drinking. You lick your lips as they suddenly turn dry, and you hear him play with the silver of his belt. A warning. “Our father, who art in heaven…” He pulls back your black skirt, which he told you to wear for this evening’s service. Your breathing hitches as you press on, moving to the smaller beads. “Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.” “Faster,” Anthony hisses as his belt drops to the ground, and you feel his hands grab you by your waist. “The Agony in the Garden…The Soc-Sco-ugring at the-” You pause as he slides inside you. As always, you are already wet and sticky. His hand teases your clit, preparing you, and you hear him groan in delight. You didn’t want to disappoint him. You could already hear his voice in your head.

You stutter, “At the-Fuck” You are so tight, but that doesn’t stop him. His breathing increases Anthony halts you trying to search for your voice as it escapes you, and you feel the ip of Anthony’s cock ghosting over your back and cum dripping down your legs; you're already so wet. Not that you are surprised. He waits for a moment and clicks his tongue. You can’t help but feel…disappointed. “The scourging at the pillar,” you finish confidently. Anthony nods. “Good girl,” he praises you as he inserts himself into you once again. “The crowning with thorns-” you hesitate as you feel your cheeks flush increase. “And the crucifixion.” “You missed one,” Anthony scolds as he removes himself from you and then takes you over his lap. “The carrying of the cross,” he tells you as his paddle is against your skin."I'm sorry, father." You cry. "Again. Say them again," He demands as the paddle rests inches away from your skin, a lingering threat. You take a shaky breath, clutching the bread, and then you start again, but your brain has already turned to mush. "In the name--" You swallow as you feel him consider if he should spank you or not, but he doesn't. You clear your throat as you start again, your fingers finding their way to the beads. "In the name of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen." His fingers glide against your skin.

You know he won't mark it yet, but you can't help but shiver under his grip. "Our father, who art in heaven." You continue as you move on to the next bead and then the next until you reach "The Agony in the Garden..." You pause, trembling the pad inches and inches away from your skin, and as he presses further, you fumble. "Fuck-i'm so sorry, father." You sob as his paddle spanks against your skin. "I'm so sorry," you tremble. "I thought I had trained you better than this," Anthony snarled You lower your eyes, focusing down on the wooden floor, feeling nothing but shame course through you as he spanks.

"Count. Count to four," He orders, his other hand rubbing your other cheek "One" Smack "Tw-ooh" Smack "Fuck-Thr-eee" He pauses but then adds another smack. "F-ffour" you finish He smacks again. "Good girl, now let's start again from the top."

You nod and carry on repeatedly, but then, this time, you stop at the crucifixion. You close your eyes, knowing what is coming next. You tried to prepare yourself, but there isn't another smack at your ass. Instead, Father Anthony pulls away for a moment, and then he finally starts once again. "I don't think this taught you much of a lesson, did it?" He asks with an arched brow You are too stunned to speak as you feel your ass clench from the stings. He's not going to start again, is he? Usually, he would give breaks in between or at least kiss and "So why don't we try again?" "Father, please-" He ignores you as he reaches over and grabs a candle from the holder. It drips onto your skin, and you hiss, chowing down on your cheek to bear the pain.

"Good girl," he tells you as he messages your head. He watches as your body jitters. The pain is unreal, the sensation of the hot wax. He throws down the paddle, tossing it onto the wooden floor as he grips the candle in his hand, the wax melting his skin. He inserts himself inside you once again. "Let's start from the crucifixion and see if you can finally finish." You nod, shivering from the heat. You feel like you are melting, but also, at the same time, you know that Father Anthony won't hurt you. That was against his moral code, but the pain thrill was still exciting.

"Okay," You gulp as he thrusts inside you. Your dry cum drips between your legs like the candle wax between his fingers. "Okay, okay," you whimper as you get used to his thrusts as they increase in speed, still feeling the tingle of the wax drip down your lower back. "In the name of the Father, The Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen...." Thrust "Our father, who art in heaven…" Thrust. Now, the room is filled with the sound of his skin smacking against yours. His other hand finds its way to your left waist, pulling you as close as humanly possible. Your moans were escapable now. If someone were to walk in right now, it would be clear as day what the two of you were up to, and that feeling made your heart race, and you could just about see your skin turn bright red under the glow of the candle.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. The Agony in the Garden…The Scourging at the-” "Go on," He commands "The scourging at the pillar, The crowning with thorns, and the--the" You can feel yourself approaching your final orgasm as it tricks down your legs, and you roll your head back. You feel Anthony's hand in your hair as he croons your neck to look at you. He pants and spits in your mouth, his chin covered in drool. He stops trapping your hand clutched with the beads firmly.

"Hold on-" He commands as he takes the warm beads from your hands. "Turn around and face me," He commands," and he does You shiver as you finally meet his gaze. He's tired but happy as a small smirk appears at the corner of his lips. Forecebilly he takes the rosary from your hands and shoves them inside your sticky pussy. "Father," You gasp as you feel the beads between your legs. He chuckles darkly "You are such a good girl," he tells you, stroking your hair. "You're doing the Lord's work," he mumbles the sensation. Of the beads rocking between your legs is something else. The small cross rubs against the end of your pussy, edging you even closer and closer without him even touching you. You watch him as he takes his dick in his hand, proud of himself as he watches you stutter and moan, grabbing onto one of the pews. "Let yourself go, love," he instructs as he quickens the pace of his hand on his dick.

You nod, and your eyes roll back, your breathing hitching. You spot him as cum dribbles down from the head of his cock onto his robes. Your hand fiddles for the beads, and you begin rolling them against yourself. God, it was shameful, especially with how much they meant to you, but you knew after this, they would be covered in your seed, in your wetness, and you would give it to him as a gift, perhaps as a birthday present, so that he would always. Be near you. You grin at that thought.

A subtle reminder. "Now, what comes after the crucifixion, my love?" He urges as he wipes his cum against his robes "The Resurrection," you pant. You knew that wasn't all of the stages, but for now, it was the most you could get through without faltering, and you felt proud of yourself as a smile plucked at his lips. Once you finish, you both orgasm against each other, his seed mixed with your wetness. He throws the candle stick into the trash and licks his finger with your mixed juices, but his robe is still a mess. You are too weak to speak, and then he catches you as you are about to collapse onto the floor. "I want to treasure this forever." He pants as he rushes towards you, shoving your hair behind your ear, and kisses your neck as your eyes drift close. "This is heaven...". You lower your head against his neck, and you catch your breath. This man will be the death of you.

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astarions-bride · 4 months

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Masterlist

Astarion

Simon Walker

Nikolai

Anthony Bridge

Rob

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Charlie

1 - 2 - 3

Captain Hook

Richard

1 - 2 - 3

Mark Griffin

Ernst Robinson

Group Preferences

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

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spicechica · 27 days

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Hi, I'm new to the writing platform and I've been apart of the neilnewbon community for the past couple of months. I want to start writing headcanons and short stories for some of his characters but I don't know where to start. 🤷‍♀️

My inbox is open for ideas and headcanons for his characters😊

Don't write anything to hardcore or filthy, just a little smut and spice.

MINORS DNI 🔞

(CHARACTERS)

•Nikolai - Beyond the Rave

•Luke Davenport - Dream Team

•Captain Hook - Kia Commercial

•Seb - As if

•Ernst Robinson - Stranded

• Mark Griffin - Reverb

•Father Anthony - Casualty

•Richard - Later

•Rob - Extinction

•Quinten Quist - The discovery of heaven

(WILL NOT WRITE⚠️)

•Self harm/Su!c!dal thoughts

•Dom!reader/Pegging

•Religion kink

•Neil Newbon himself (The man is married)

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frost-queen · 1 year

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Humming bees (Male!Reader x Bridgertons)

Requested by: @los-angeles-71300 Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07,@melsunshine, @goldenmoonbeam, @freyathehuntress

Summary: After Hyacinth finds a portrait of a young man she does not know, she confides with her father and brother Anthony of his identity. Little does she know it is a portrait of you, the eldest Bridgerton passed away at the hands of a small bee. (Ps. Edmund is still alive here)

“One, two, three.” – Gregory called out. Hyacinth picking up the hem of her dress, making a run for it. – “four, five six.” – she heard him count while running out of the parlor. – “nine, ten, eleven.” – his words slowly fading out till she could no longer hear him count. Giggling beyond herself, she ran up the stairs. Half-way up she encounters her brother Colin, nearly running him over. – “Hyacinth!” – Colin called out, turning around to see her run up the last steps.

He held on tight to the railing. It was his life saving or he would’ve tumbled down the stairs. – “Hide and seek!” – she simply responded loudly. Colin shaking his head with a shake. Hyacinth ran down the hallway. Eloise shrieking loud when she opened her door, greeted by her hastened sister. Hyacinth came to a stop, mouth gawking in surprise. Wondering where she would hide from her brother.

Setting her mind to it, she ran to the right, opening a door. She quickly shut it. – “Hyacinth?” – Benedict said, pausing his actions. – “Can I hide here?” – she asked, looking around for a hiding place. – “What? Hide? What are you on about sister?” – Benedict set his paintbrush aside, watching her from behind his canvas. – “Yes hide brother what is there not to understand about.” – she answered, sitting on her knees, looking under his bed.

Humming curiously she got back up. She ran over to his closet, opening it firmly. – “Do you think I could fit in here?” – she questioned. Benedict rushed to her, coming to stand between her and the closet, shutting it. – “No!” – he called out. – “No?” – Hyacinth repeated innocently. – “No I can’t fit in there or no I can’t hide there?” – she proposed unsure of his intentions of his words. Benedict spread his arms. – “No as in no, you cannot hide here or anywhere in my room for the matter!” – he told her off.

Hyacinth pouted her lips pitiful. – “Why not?” – she begged to know. – “I am painting sister.” – he sighed out, gesturing at the canvas presented in the center of his room. Hyacinth barely gave the canvas her attention. – “I won’t disturb you. I promise.” – she said wobbling on her feet, hands behind her back. Benedict pinched his nose bridge. – “Hyacinth no. I can’t have you hiding in here and Gregory storming in to find you.” – he explained to her.

She crossed her arms bothered. – “Where else am I supposed to hide? Gregory can come look for me any second now.” – she cried out. Benedict pulled his shoulders up, turning her around towards the door. – “Not my problem.” – he shoved her towards the door, ushering her out of the way. He shut the door before her. Hyacinth reacting by sticking her tongue out.

Hearing Gregory downstairs, she panicked. Her time was coming to an end if she ever wished to hide. Panicking, she ran further down the hallway before Gregory would come up the stairs and see her. Huffing and puffing loud, her mind could barely think rational. A thousand terrible hiding idea’s popping in her mind. All those that would easily give her away. Groaning out of breath, she did not want to give Gregory the satisfactory of finding her in the first two minutes of the game.

She wanted to do better. Turning a corner, she came in a corridor she rarely visited. One could say almost foreign to her. Quirking her eyebrow up, she moved swiftly through it, looking in wonder around. Letting her finger trail the wallpaper. It seemed older then those downstairs. As if it hadn’t been taken care of in years. There were another set of stairs at the end of the corridor as she went up. Her curiosity taking a hold of her. Completely forgetting about the game she went up.

It went darker, the further up she went. No windows cast upon the stairs to light up her way. She came to a stop before a wooden door. The handle was old and heavy. With some effort, the door opened with a shrieking sound. She so hoped no one had heard that. She blinked rapidly to adjust to the dim lighted room she found herself in. Only the light from a small window above granting the room some light. She carefully pushed the door closer to the lock, yet not quite in it.

Venturing further into the room, she peered around trying to get glimpses of what was stored here. She gasped running over to a wooden crib. It started rocking creakingly under her grip. Lifting her fingers up, she rubbed them together feeling the dust on them. It had been a while since the crib was used. She measured the size between her two fingers, trying to visualize how small she would’ve been to fit in. That seemed like an eternity ago when she could fit in that crib.

Giggling loud she imagined what it would look like if she laid in it now. Her legs and arms sticking out. It was just too funny to think about. She moved around the crib further down the room. She lowered herself, hands pressed onto a table, watching a dusted vase. It was see-through, yet not. Being so close to the dust, made her cough loud. Straightening her posture she kept coughing. Slowly turning around, the back of her hand against her mouth.

She stopped coughing, hand lowering as her gaze fell upon a hidden portrait it appeared. Hyacinth went over to it. The closer she got, the more she furrowed her brows. Perhaps it was a portrait of her father in his early days? She took a hold of the frame, moving something in front of it forwards so the portrait wouldn’t be damaged when she pulled it up. Slowly the portrait got pulled up, her eyes widening in wonder. She took the portrait with both hands, moving it closer towards the light falling into the room.

She smiled as the person looked so much like her father. Yet if she squeezed her eyes a bit shut, she could faintly see features of Anthony. This was clearly not her father. Yet he resembled him much. Who could this young man be and why is his portrait hidden away? Hyacinth wanted to know more, taking the portrait with her. She went back to the door, going through it. Down the steps back into the corridor. When passing her siblings rooms she got spotted. Gregory pointing firmly at her from across the way. – “Found you!” – he called out loud.

Hyacinth spoke back, coming nearer. – “Yes you found me, good work of you brother.” – she walked past him. Gregory crossed his arms bothered. – “You are no fun like this! Did you even hide?” – he called out to her. – “I did then I chose to come out of hiding.” – she shouted making her way down the stairs. Gregory stomped with his foot on the ground, annoyed at his little sister. Why couldn’t she simply play the game rightly. Close to crying, his lip trembled as he rushed to his room.

She went down the stairs, straight on to the study of her father. Edmund and Anthony lifted their heads up when she barged in. – “Hyacinth?” – Edmund spoke. – “Sister?” – Anthony said at the same time. Hyacinth struggled a bit to keep the portrait up. Her father jumping up from his chair to assist her. He ran around the desk, holding the portrait up before it could hit the ground.

“Whatever for are you carrying this?” – he chuckled, turning the portrait slowly around to see what she was carrying. – “I…” – his smile dropped in an instant. Sorrow reflecting upon his features. – “What is it father?” – Anthony asked coming nearer. – “Who is he?” – Hyacinth asked curiously. Her father seemed to have turned to stone. Not responding one bit. Anthony came to his side, eyes widening at the portrait of you. – “Where did you find this!” – he called out, snatching the portrait from his father.

The tone in Anthony’s voice terrified her for a moment. Thinking she had done something wrong. – “The… the attic… I…I…” – she looked at her father seeing the tears swell up in his eyes. She dropped to her knees, begging for forgiveness. – “I was playing hide and seek with Gregory; I did not mean to find it. Father forgive me.” – she cried out.

Edmund blinked himself awake, rapidly to keep the tears at bay. He softened a smile up for her. – “It is alright my child.” – he spoke, pulling her back on her feet. Hyacinth sniffed loud with pouty lips. Anthony set the portrait down on the desk, brushing any dust off with care.

A faint smile upon his lips. Edmund motioned for her to follow him. He went to sit down, pulling Hyacinth on his lap. – “That… that is a portrait of your brother Y/n.” – he told her, pointing at it. – “Brother?” – Hyacinth repeated confused. – “Is… is he away?” – she wondered since she’s never met him. – “No…” – Edmund replied with sadness in his voice.

“He’s gone.” – Anthony answered letting his finger brush over your uniform on the portrait as it removing any folds from it in person. – “What do you mean he’s gone?” – she wanted to know. Edmund took a deep breath. – “Hyacinth…” – he said to her making her slowly realize. – “Oh…” – she quietly answered. A moment of silence fell upon them till she spoke. – “How… how did it happen? How come I don’t remember him?” – she asked curiously.

Edmund smiled faintly. – “You were still in your mother’s womb. Slowly growing.” – he tickled her briefly making her smile. – “Your brother Y/n, Anthony and I had gone hunting.” – he started his story. Anthony turning around to lean against the desk. Anthony immediately pulled back to the moment. It was a nice warm summer’s day. There were up and about from early starters.

Long awake before anyone else was. Anthony felt beyond honored to go hunting with his father and older brother. He so very much looked up to you. Aspired to be just as gentile and determined as you. You could do no wrong in his eyes. He’d nearly hit a deer, yet the hunt was unsuccessful. Upon the walk home, you were there to give him the word of advise he needed.

“Say brother, no need to be pitiful.” – you spoke, moving an arm around him. Father just up ahead. Anthony took a deep breath. – “I almost had it. If my hand just didn’t tremble that much.” – he cursed at his own hand, looking down at it. You clasped your hand around his, moving it out of his sight. – “Your hand will steady, do not worry about that my brother.” – you told him. Anthony sighed. – “It is just…” – he responded coming to a brief stop. His shoulder slouched forwards, making you notice it quite quick.

You smiled, needing no more words to understand. Taking a deep breath, you set your hands on his shoulders. – “You did alright brother. There is no need to pity yourself with doubts. Believe it or not, I was much worse on my first hunt.” – you said with a smile. – “I don’t believe you.” – Anthony answered. – “Yet it is true.” – you insisted on. – “I had the unfortunate matter of nearly shooting my own hand off.” – you showed him your hand, laughing loud. Anthony wouldn’t have it, shaking his head.

“No, a skilled shooter as you, I do not believe you. You are taunting me brother.” – he spoke, pulling your hand down. You laughed even more. – “It is true.” – you showed him your hand, pointing at a little scar by your wrist. – “I’ve got the scar to tell the tale.” – Anthony’s eyes widened. How was it he’d never noticed that scar. Yes it was small and faint, yet it was there. You stopped smiling, hearing your father whistle loud between his teeth.

“Boys keep up or your mother will scold me!” – he called out from further up the path. The both of you ran to catch up with him. Both joining him at once side. Edmund patted you on the back with a smile. Riffle in hand, you took a satisfying breath upon seeing the manor once more. How good it felt to be home. Edmund and Anthony were laughing as you were a step behind them. – “Oh, she would adore those!” – Edmund pointed out, looking at the flowers.

He rushed over to them, Anthony following him on foot. Edmund took off his satchel and placed his riffle down. Coming to kneel before the flower patches. Hands deep, he ruffled through the flowers. The soft humming of bees never catching his attention. He plucked a few Hyacinths when Anthony came kneeling close to him. Admiring another set of flowers. – “Are you going to woe mother with some flowers?” – you laughed teasingly coming to stand behind your father and brother.

“Yes.” – Edmund huffed out, plucking another Hyacinth. He smelled it briefly. – “They are quite lovely are they not?” – he said out loud. A bee buzzing near him. – “Yes, indeed they are father.” – Anthony responded, looking over at his father. – “Daphne will be jealous if we return with nothing for her.” – he added, plucking a few flowers. Edmund moved his head back, noticing the bee in his vision. Furrowing his brows with annoyance he whiffed it away with the back of his hand. – “This bloody…” – he said getting up and backing away.

You came nearer wanting to aid your father. Edmund ducked away from the bee as he had kept waving his hand around to shoo it off. – “Father do not anger…” – you warned him, words suddenly cut off by a sting of pain. – “Au.” – you softly said, having felt the stinger in your neck. Anthony chuckled, looking behind him. – “Y/n.” – he said. You moved your back towards him and your father, walking closer to the estate. – “The darn thing stung me.” – you pointed out, touching your neck briefly. – “Apologies Y/n. I didn’t mean to anger the creature.” – Edmund said with half a smile.

Anthony was still plucking flowers, furrowing his brows when he heard you grasp weirdly for air. – “Y/n?” – he said. You felt your neck swell up, face turning pale. Turning around your lips were almost sealed. Looking as pale as a dove as you stumbled a bit forwards. You revealed a bit of your red neck to your brother and father. You stretched your hand out, wheezing loudly. – “What is it?” – Anthony questioned, getting up. You stumbled into your father’s arms, sending him down with you.

Grasping for air, blood veins almost popping out on your head. – “What? What?” – Anthony called out coming over. You sputtered loud, moving your fingers over the sting wound. – “Someone help us!” – Edmund shouted loudly. – “Help us!” – the panic alarming in his voice as he held you. You lost your balance falling onto your back in the grass. Edmund looked frantically down, pulling you onto his lap. Mouth open you were grasping for air. Choking on dry air. – “Help us! Someone help!” – Anthony raged out in panic.

Your head shock back, grabbing your hand desperately at Anthony’s arm. Needing your brother’s comfort. The scaredness in your eyes broke Anthony’s heart as you kept desperately grabbing for him. It took him a few try’s to take your hand in his. – “Y/n, brother!” – he called out worriedly. – “Y/n… Y/n you must breath.” – Edmund called out, holding you. – “I…I…can’t…” – you answered hoarsely, feeling how much closer to death you were. Anthony was panicking, freaking out as he couldn’t think properly.

He held your hand tight, watching you with horror. Your movements slowed down as you turned to look at him, choking on the lack of air. – “Brother.” – you hoarsely said in deep panic. Wanting Anthony to take away the pain. To tell you all will be alright as you felt your end draw nearer. Anthony stared back at you with wide eyes in fear. Slowly you laid your head back, reaching up to touch your father’s cheek.

Your fingers barely touched his skin as your hand lowered slowly once more. – “No-no-no-no.” – Edmund whispered out seeing how the light in your eyes was fading out. – “No-no-no-no-n-n-no don’t do this.” – he told you, shaking his head. Your hand plopped to the side, eyes falling shut as your head felt weightless. – “No Y/n!” – Edmund cried out. – “Do not leave us!” – he shouted with a crack in his voice. Anthony’s eyes were wide with fear.

Slowly it was sinking in that he had lost his brother. He looked down at your lifeless hand in his. Seeing how his touch gave your hand no response. Edmund moved your head a bit up, letting his chin rest against your forehead. Mouth open as no cries came out. Silent as they were cramped in his throat. Then a loud sob emerged from deep within followed by a cry of agony.

Anthony’s head trembled, moving your hand towards his chest. Cherishing it near his heart. Edmund was crying loudly, rocking you gently in his embrace. – “My son…my boy.” – he cried out, releasing a cry so raw it scraped his throat. The sounds drew in some curious watchers. Tears rolled down Anthony’s cheek, seeing his brother, the one he looked up to lay still in his father’s embrace.

Edmund looked over his shoulder, sniffing loudly. – “They cannot see him… not like this.” – he told Anthony, seeing Violet among them. – “Anthony!” – he called out for his attention. Anthony looked sharply his direction, trembling to the bone. – “Go!” – he ordered. Anthony nodded shakily, laying your hand near your body. He hesitantly got up, barely able to keep up straight. He stumbled over to his mother telling her the children should head inside.

Anthony sniffed loud, wiping a tear off his cheek. – “If I had not decided to pick flowers for your mother.” – Edmund spoke feeling a lump in his throat. – “If I had not angered the bee, your brother might still be here.” – he continued, looking at Hyacinth who had tears in her eyes as well. Anthony gripped on tight to the desk.

Remembering what that day brought upon him. With the loss of you, it meant he was the next heir in line. Making it his sworn duty to fulfill your tasks as the eldest brother now. Making sure the family was well taken care off with father. – “I wish I knew him.” – Hyacinth spoke. Edmund smiled faintly. – “You would’ve loved him… he would’ve loved you…” – he answered pinching her cheek.

Anthony moved his hand to his heart, looking up to the ceiling with a saddened smile. Closing his eyes gently to picture you in front of him. Allow himself to feel what it felt like to have those glorious days with you as second. If only he could’ve held on to you longer. Taking a deep breath, he lowered his head, turning to look at your portrait. – “If only you could taunt me one more time brother.” – he whispered touching your portrait.

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onlymexsarah · 3 years

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Can we please get more Prince Friedrich? Maybe meeting his family

Prince Friedrich | The sweet taste of sin

I had few informations so I let my fantasy take the control. I hope you like it, otherwise write me and I’ll do something else for you😘

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Summary: Kinda the Sequel of “Prince Friedrich | Jealousy” Prince Louis Charles and Duchess Frederica of Prussia come at the end of the season to see their son and meet y/n Bridgerton, the lady who had taken the heart of the Prince, but there is more…

Pairing: Prince Friedrich x Bridgerton!reader

A/N: so I made some researches about our lovely prince Friedrich and I found out that he never become a king because he was the cousin of the actual King, and now everything makes sense to me. Also, I’ve learned that the Prince’s and Duchess’ marriage wasn’t a happy one, because they didn’t love each other :( Prince Luois Charles should be dead, he died three years after Friedrich birth, but it would be too much complicated so we are going to pretend that we sucks in history and none of us knew it, alright? ;D

warnings: my english :)

PREQUEL 1 - PREQUEL 2

Here we are, the end of another scandalous London season.

Surely, it has not been boring for everyone. We had found out the diamond of the season, and found out that sometime a pearl can take the most requested heart.

The Duke and Duchess of Hastings are organizing evrything for the last ball of the season, how many scandals it will bring to us?

There are rumors about a separation between the two; was their love just a flame that with the first rain had been turned off?

Well, what we know is that the Duchess’ sister, Miss Y/n, is still enjoying her newborn love with her Charming Prince, and I am more then happy for them.

It seems that Duchess Frederica and Prince Louis Charles of Prussia are coming to visit our lovely Queen Charlotte and their son, Prince Friedrich, is this the only reason? Lady Y/n Bridgerton had been seen quite nervous in these days, fear to meet your future father and mother in law, dear?

What I know far now is that the Prince hasn’t proposed yet, and this could bring doubts in the mind of a young Lady in love. Instead of walking between the streets of the city, the Prince had invited her to see the Palace’s garden more often, but don’t be surprise if you find yourself in front of them; it must be remember that Lady Bridgerton is still one of us, she can’t stay away from her normality too much.

I ask myself what the Royal Family will think about that...will they accept her or they will take the Prince away to return in Prussia and found themself a wife for him?

When it will happen, I’ll be the first to find out. But no need to worry our future Princess, you will charm the Duchess and the Prince as you had charmed Prince Friedrich.

“‘Normality’? Now being normal it’s bad’“ you said offended looking the paper in your hands.

“I am sure she meant nothing bad, my dear.” said your mother sweetly sit in front of you. You were drinking tea at the park all together, your family and Friedrich. He insisted to spend time with them to know all your brothers and sisters, and you couldn’t be more than happy. There were times when Hyacinth and Gregory weren’t polite and quiet as all of you, but he didn’t mind instead he started to play with them or just listen what they had to say.

“There is nothing to worry about, Y/n. In this months I learned to ignore Lady Whistledown’s words if they are not nice things toward someone.” Friedrich said resting his hand on yours that was on the table. You smiled to thank him turning to focuse on the paper resting now on the table in front of you.

“Lady Whistledown had written only good things about you two, sister. I think she likes you, together.” Colin said standing behind your mother chair looking the children in the park.

“Yes, I know...” your voice was a whisper and yu weren’t sure if he had heard you, but you couldn’t move away your eyes from Lady Whistledown’s words. Will Friedrich’s parents accept me? I am not a princess, how can they like me?

Since you knew about their arrival the doubts started to hunt you day and night. The dram of thr last night kept repeting in your mind; you had arrived at the Palace to meet Friedrich, but in the Great Hall you had seen him and Cressida getting married telling the guards to take you away. You knew she would be a better princess then you; she had the behave and the submission that you had never had. You couldn’t deny thet they would be a perfect couple together, but yet he had chosen you and the fear that he might see the mistake he had done when you’ll meet his parents scared you.

The Prince saw a shadow crossing your face while everyone started talking again. You were in your own world with the eyes focused on nowhere and an empty smile on your face.

“I would like to take Miss Y/n for a walk, if you agree Miss Bridgerton.” said Friedrich kindly. Hearing your name woke you up from your trance looking him first and then your mother.

“Of course you can, Prince Friedrich. Y/n is not the one who likes stay sit for a long time.” she said happy. He had always made sure to have her approvation for everything you did together; he valued her thoughts as much as Anthony’s.

“You are right, mother. I find the walks very healthy, indeed.” you took Friedrichìs hand that was kindly offered by him to help you to stand up. Intertwining your right arm with his, you started to walk hearing the footsteps of his guards behind you. They never left him evem when you had lunch at your house, but you didn’t mind, it was for his own safety and you didn’t want anything to happen to him.

After a while, when your family was out of hearing, he took an orange lily at his right and raised it in front of your face. “A flower for your thoughs.”

You took the beautiful flower in your hand with the first true smile of the day. “Thank you, my Prince. I am sorry if I’ve been revelead to not be a good company today; just...”

“Thoughs.” he finished your sentence understanding. It had already happened sometime that the two of you finished each other’s phrases; it was lovely for the other people and funny for you. “They might be about what Lady Whistledown wrote? When you call me ‘my Prince’ means that something if wrong.”

You brought the flower at your nose to smell its perfume. “Well, I like how it sounds, my Prince.” you smiled amused seeing him lowering his head and laughing. “But it’s not just that. Lady Whistledown had been in our life since months now, I’m used at her words...” you took a breath looking around. “Your father and mother are coming... They might expect that the one who took the Prince’s interest is at least a princess as well, but they are going to see that I am just...me.”

“I stop you here, dear.” he stopped in the middle of the little bridge of the park bringing you in front of him. “They don’t expect nothing if not what my letters said about you, and you know who they are going to see?” he took the flower from your hands breaking the stem and slowly putting the lily in your hair over your ear. His hands made you feel butterfly in your stomach; you didn’t know what your body desired, but you were sure that the little few times he had touched you weren’t enough. “They’ll see that the woman who took my heart is the most clever, beautiful and wonderful woman in the world. Because this, my dear Y/n...” he brought your hands to his mouth kissing them sweetly making you blush with a shy smile on your face. “is who you are.”

“I do not know what I did to deserve your heart, Friedrich, but you took mine long time ago, and I know there are no safest hands that could hold it.” you both stepped closer at the same time finding yourself with only few inches between your bodies. Your chest were almost touching, his breath a little above your lips and your hands still in his big ones. His big blue eyes didn’t leave yours, looking for few seconds your sweet smile.

“I promise you that I will take care of it as you are taking care of mine.” after a while still looking in each other’s eyes, you started to walk again laughing and joking and at the end of the day you felt more relaxed.

You slept all night, and when in the morning Mary, your waitress, came to wake you up you had almost forgotten Lady Whistledown’s words and you were ready to see Friedrich and apologies for the behave you had the day before. You were worry for nothing, even when Mary dressed you and styled your hair who you saw in the mirror was a Lady who looked like a swan in her dress.

When you entered in the living room all the eyes were on you; your brothers stood up quickly while your mother hid something behind the pillow of the couch. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes sister.” “Nothing wrong.” “You look nice in that dress.” they said almost at the same time nervously.

“You are odd.” you said shaking your head and walking toward your mother. “What is happening?”

“I have to tell you something, my dear. Sit down, here.” you sit on the couch beside your mother still confused by the reaction of everyone. “You see, we had found out a thing...you don’t have to-”

“The Duchess and the Prince are here in London!” yelled Hyacinth excited. Your breath froze, the air seemed to be stone because you coudln’t move and all your eyes could focus on was your mother in front of you who now was yelling at your little sister.

“Mama, tell me they are not the Duchess and the Prince of Prussia.” she looked at you sorry trying to find the right words to calm you. “Brothers! Tell me they are not.”

Benedict and Colin ran away from the room closing the door behind them and blocking Anthony with you. He turned around with a nervous smile on his face studying your body language. Impossible. You have grown up hiding your true feelings, with a smile on your face and ready to nod whenever you didn't share the same ideas of your interlocutor because you were a woman, and you had to appear polite not smart. But in a family like yours you couldn’t care less, indeed Anthony could see the bright light of the fear in your eyes.

“Yes, dear sister, the Duchess and Prince of Prussia are arrived tonight. Lady Whistledown talked about it in her morning paper.” he said walking toward the couch that was in front of the one you and your mother were sitting on.

“S-so they’re here.” you looked your mother terrified. “Friedrich said that they would have spent the first few days at the palace or around the city, so I don’t need to worry for now.”

The door opened and one of your manservant enterd in hurry. “Lord Bridgerton, Lady Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton...” he bowed to all of you. “Prince Louis Charles and Duchess Frederica of Prussia have requested your presence tonight to dine with them at the Palace.” your eyes got wider froze on your seat unable to say something. “And...Duchess Frederica had requested your presence personally, Miss Bridgerton. She wish to know you better and...talk.”

His and your mother’s eyes were fixed on you while Anthony looked in your direction with the corner of his eyes trying to not laugh at your terrified face. “Tell them we will be there.”

The manservant bowed and walked away closing the door behind him. That day all the housemaids, waitress and waiters had the orders to help Anthony, Lady Violet and you in any ways possible to male sure that you would be ready for the dinner with the Royal family. No one questioned your absence around the house, they were all to busy to notice it.

You were in your room, sit on your bed looking the wall opposite of you with Mary beside the mirror waiting for your orders. Nothing was worse than think that all your time with Friedrich, all your laughs and your conversations could be swept away just with a worng word, awkward movement or with the wrog dress.

The fear of losing Friedrich was more painful than you expected. It wasn’t because he was a Prince, no you couldn’t care less about his title when there were just the two of you together. You liked his company, his humor and you had a thing for his voice; sometime happened that he told you thing in german making you loose your mind. You felt save around him, and it wasn’t because the guards always with him, but you knew that he would never let something happen to you; he would protect you with his own body if neccessary. And then, there was the physical part; you liked his eyes, his curly blonde hair, you liked his being taller and muscular than you, you liked when his big hands took yours or when he would put his hand on your wait during a dance. He made you feel strange feelings in your body, feelings you could not tell anyone about.

You..you loved him? What was love? Love was the one that shared your father and mother; love was the feeling that kept together your family; love was Simon who married your sister to not let her fall in a scandal; maybe love was Colin who would refuse to dance with any ladies to dance with Penelope... you were sure that love was the smile on your mother’s face at the wedding of Daphne and Simon.

Was love the flower in your hair? Was love the book on your bedside table that had a sweet note from Friedrich? Was love the fact that he forbide to you and your family to bow when you meet? Was love the shivers you felt on your back everytime you were extremely close to him? Or when he spoke in your ear?

You weren’t sure if what you felt was love, maybe the love arrived after the marriage, or maybe after the first child, but something strong must precede it, right? The same strong feeling you felt inside your chest all the time you thought about him. If it was love, if there were a thiny little chance that what you felt was the true love that mother used to talk about then you had to fight and keep it. No Prince, no Duchess and no Queen could take it away until you said so.

You stood up walking in front of the wardrobe opening it and then turned around to look at Mary whose eyes were already on you. “Mary, I want to look like a princess, tonight.”

“I promise you, Miss Bridgerton, you will be the most beautiful Princess that the world had ever seen.” she said smiling and starting to search the right dress among the ones that your mother made you buy from the modist.

“I’m fine with just the England and Prussia.” you smirked slyly.

Hours passed and finally you were ready to take the carriage with your brother and your mother. Benedict spoke to you before your departure, complimeting your beauty and reassuring you that everything would be fine.

He was right, you were beautiful. Your dress, long and bright blue Bridgerton had gems on the top and the bottom was simple but elegant. You didn’t want to wear to much jewerly, they weren’t your type, so instead you decide to wear a necklace choker with a small diamond in it. Your long arms were free and around your shoulder was a shawl of a colour little more lighter than your dress.

When the door of the throne room opened in fron of you the nervouness made you almost faint. Sit on the thrones were Queen Charlotte and a beautiful woman you suspected to be the Duchess; Friedrich was standing beside the Queen and his father beside his mother.

“Your Majesties: Lady Viole Bridgerton, her son Lord Anthony Bridgerton and her daughter, Miss Y/n Bridgerton.” the guard announced you. You three walked toward the throne smiling even thought you didn’t know who to look at, so you watched the Queen and the Duchess until the end and then, before bowing, you looked at your Prince who was already looking at you and both of you smiled at each other.

Staying bowed in front of the Queen felt like the day you’ve got present to her along with Daphne, but this time Prince Friedrich was there and coming to your side he offered you a hand. You took it and stood up smiling at him. Even thought you charmed him with everything you did, he didn’t want to see you bow in front of him; it seemed like everytime you did it a wall grew up between you two.

“Your Majesties, it’s a honor to all of us to meet you.” said your brother raising up beside you with your mother.

The Duchess stood up and with her husband walked toward you. You couldn’t read their expression at all. The Duchess was a beautiful woman with long blonde curly hair and the Prince was as tall as his son with white hair and a kind face.

You smiled trying to relase your nerves, they both seemed kind and Friedrich spoke about them a lot so yoi kinda knew that they weren’t difficult people, but still their looks made you feel a bit uncomfortable.

“Friedrich didn’t give justice at your beauty, sweetheart.” the Duchess said smiling allowing you to leave a breath of relief.

“You are too kind, Your Grace.” you smiled shyly. You didn't know what to say or what to do, should you say a compliment as well?

"It's a pleasure meet you, Miss Bridgerton. My son talked a lot about you, all good thing of course.” said his father smiling and kissing your hand.

“I’m flattered, Your Grace. I hope Prince Friedrich didn’t lie too much.” they laughed and invited you and your family into the dining room. You and Friedrich walked together behind your brother and his father and in front of your mothers while the Queen led you through the halls.

“Prince Friedrich?” he asked looking at you with a eyebrow raised offering his arm to walk closer.

“They are the Duchess and Prince of Prussia, I cannot call their son by his first name. It’s inappropriate!” you said amused intertwining your arms together, enjoying that little touch.

“Are you nervous?” he asked kindly giving a quick look behind; your mothers were speaking together whispering and looking at the two of you.

“Why should I? There is my brother, and there is you at my side. I have everything I need right now.” you miled seeing his face light up.

“Then I promise you I will never leave your side until you order me so.” he took your chair like a gentleman helping you to sit and then he sat beside you.

“I think you will have to keep your promise for a long time, Friedrich.” you gave him a sweet smile before looking the others at the table.

The Duchess was sit in front of you beside your mother, you were between Friedrich and your brother while the Queen and the Prince were at the two heads of the table. You offered a smile to everyone noticing that the Duchess’ smile never left her face while you spoke.

They made you questions, what you liked to do, where you met Friedrich and the Prince asked you to tell them about your travel with Colin leaving you surprise by such kindness and curiosity. Friedrich took every chance to speak with you and your mother, wanting to make both feel comfortable, but the Duchess commited herself in a lot of conversation with you.

Once the dinner was ended you hoped that you and Friedrich could have time to walk away like usual, but the Duchess surprised you again.

“Miss Bridgerton, can I have the honor to walk with you a little?” she asked making your eyes grew wider. Friedrich tried to say something but his mother sushed him. “Don’t worry Friedrich, I only want to know her without you men around. Come sweetheart, you can show me the garden.”

You gave a smile to Friedrich trying to reassure more yourself than him. You walked with the Duchess out of the dining room with two guards behind you. “Your Grace...just know that the honor is mine...” you said shyly trying to break that silent.

“Please we are alone, call me Frederica now. My husband is the one who follows the rules.” she took your arm kindly, but you could feel that it was different from when was Friedrich the one who took it.

“I am not sure if I can do it, Duchess.” your sincerity made her laugh.

“Friedrich told me that. You are really a sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“I hope so, You Gra-F...Frederica.” you got out into the garden. The moon was full illuminating all the flowers and the fountains.

“You learn fast! Come, sit down with me. Here, good.” you sat confused starting to wonder the real reason of that walk. “Now, I wished to speak with you alone for a long time.” you nodded to let her keep going. “My son is a charming man, and many women fell for him even before knowing his title. Hi’s handsome, I’m aware of that, but still his heart is kind and big and it’s my duty as a mother to make sure that it will not break for the wrong person. So, I can trust you and leaving his heart in your hands?”

“Of course you can, Your Grace. I have no desire to make Friedrich unhappy or even break his heart. I would never, never do such thing. ” your heart was beating faster and faster afraid that one wrong word and the Duchess would walk away forbidding you to see her son again.

“Good! You can come back to my son then, I’m sure he is worried for you. I’ll stay here to enjoy this beautiful night.” she said relaxed looking the sky. You watched her astonished...did she really believed you? Didn’t she need a speech or a proof?

She seemed so in peace with herself, like that was the happiest moment in her life. You could run away, you could return to your Prince and spend time with him. It was what your body wanted, indeed your legs made you stooding up and walking away. Few steps and your consciouness made you stop, you couldn’t leave her there with just those words.

“Your Grace...” she looked at you like she was already expecting it. “My father died when I was little...I don’t have many memories with him, he was a busy man, but I knew he loved all of us.” she smiled sweetly taking your hand to make you sit again. “I grew up with the stories of my mother about how much they loved each other. It was my favorite tale when I was little and my biggest dream now...you see, I don’t know what is love, I don’t know how to recognise it, but I promised to myself that I would have married for love, the same love that my father felt for my mother and vice versa, the same love that keep my mother waking up every morning alone in the same bed she once shared with the love of her life.” the Queen had tears in her eyes with a hand in front of her mouth. “In your son I found a friend, I found someone with who I can share interests and hobbies. He makes me feel above the moon, and I hope I do the same at him...I don’t know if this is love, but I assure you that nothing will change my feelings for him and could God never forgive me if I will break his heart.”

She hugged you, strongly and warm as your mother was used to do. It didn’t feel strange that the Duchess of Prussia was hugging you, it felt like a second mother. “My marriage was not for love, but I made sure that Friedrich knew the meaning of it. My biggest desire is that a day he would have what I didn’t, and I think I can trust you, dear Y/n.” she smiled wiping away the few tears she had on her cheeks. “Go, we have made my son waiting enough.” you returned inside laughing with the Duchess leaving all of the people inside the living room speechless. “Oh, hi honey. I’m sorry if we did late, you two will make up for the lost time in these days. Now it’s late, should we going to sleep?”

“I agree, Your Grace. Come Y/n, it’s quite a long journey.” said your mother standing up from the couch looking for Anthony who was speaking with the Prince.

“At this time the street are dangerous, Lady Bridgerton. Are you sure you don’t need some guard with you?” asked Queen Charlotte concerned.

“Thank you, Your Highness, but I have to refuse your offer.” Anthony said bowing and taking his hat.

“Such nosense! The Palace has hundreds rooms at least, you could stay here for the night.” Prince Louis suggested looking Anthony for his approval.

“It’s too much, Price Louis. We don’t want to disturb Your Highness even more.” he said polite looking the Queen.

You and Friedrich shared a confused look, what if you would spend the night there? You could see him in the morning and maybe he would walk you at home to stay together longer.

“In some way or another Lady Bridgerton we are destined to be family...” the Queen said looking at you and Friedrich quickly making you both blush. “So I don’t see any problem to let you sleep here for a night. Prince Friedrich wuold never forgive me if something happens to you.”

With astonishment in the face of all of you Bridgerton, the waitress showed you the rooms where you would stay. All the three of you got separeted at some point and you had no idea where were the rooms of your brother and your mother; you didn’t even know where you were.

Your room was huge, full of paintings and books. There was a canopy bed in front of you, the blankets were white, pure as a flower that must be took yet; just like you.

You let your hair free from all the haripins, the long waves caressed your back while you let the dress fell down. You took the corset away, breathing again like you had been drowing; you would sleep in your petticoat that was of the colour of your dress.

Once the curtains were closed, you were ready to go to sleep when you heard someone knocking at your door. Sure that it was your brother or your mother you went to open it before gasping in surprise. Friedrich was in front of you, not in his usual uniform, but with a simple beige shirt and black pants.

“Y-your Gr...I mean Friedrich. I didn’t expect you to come here.” you were afraid; afraid of how easyly seemed in that moment to fall and commit a sin without being seen, and you couldn’t let it happen.

“I know, I am sorry to disturb you. I wanted to make sure if you were ok...I don’t know what you and my mother talked about...” he said smiling. You let out a breath; of course he wasn’t there to tempt you, his intentions were true and it wasn’t his fault if you felt such strange feelings inside you. He wasn’t aware of the battle your body was having with your mind.

“You are so kind, Friedrich. I am more than fine, your mother is really the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” you offered him a smile. “I thank you for your though, but it would be not appropriate if some one see us here alone...”

“I-I know and it was not my intention to insult you in any way coming here. It felt strange being in the same place but not being together...I missed you, Y/n.” you felt your heart melt at his words making you close the door behind you so that you were in the desert hall together.

You took his hand bringing it to your cheek. You close your eyes for few moments enjoying his warm against your skin. “I missed you too, Friedrich, but I had to assure your mother with some business.”

You smiled to each other while he came closer to you with a step. You had never imagined that being at the same distance as when you dance would be different if you two were alone. There was no reason to stop, there was no reason to compose yourself if no one would be able to see you, and you were scared that there was nothing to hold your body to take what it craved so much.

He kissed your hair letting your forehead restin on each other. You noticed that his breath had got heavier just as yours and you had to close your eyes to focus on the situation and not on his lips so close to yours.

He cleared his throat caressing your cheek with his thumb. “A proper gentleman would leave, wishing you a good night and telling you he would wait the morning to come so he could see you again.”

“And a true Lady would thank you for your words and praying to the morning to come faster so that the hours spent alone wouldn’t be too much.” you whispered taking big breath. You felt something tickling inside your stomach, your legs shaking and shivers were emanated from his other hand that now was gently rested on your hip.

“Can...can you hear someone approacing? Listen carefully.” both of you staied silent trying to control your breaths so that you could hear better.

No noise arrived at your ears, only the whisper of the night that brought sinful suggest. You shaked your head slowly, not wanting to break the silent that was hugging you, hiding your bodies from the people out there.

He opened his mouths few times, trying to say something but the words died in his throat. He was distracted by so many things...your skin under his hand, the blush on your cheeks... he was drunk of your parfume and your breath on his lips was like a magnet to him; a magnet too strong for his own soul.

He brought his lips on yours, slowly and kindly, leading you on the street of the pleasure. Your body was completely under his control; your hands went to caress his hair while his hand that was on your cheek lowered slowly on your neck. His thumb kept moving on your skin while the hand went on the back of your neck, knowing that you would not be the first to break the kiss, but keeping your body hypnotized by his touch.

He kept his movement slow even when the kiss got deeper. You were sure he knew what he was doing, because when you felt your legs shaking even more he made your back rest on the door closed behind you.

Your body knew what to do, your lips moved with his like it was something you had done every day, and oh god you wished you could. Now that you had tasted him, now that you were feeling his lips on yours and his hands touching your body like he never did, you wanted more. You were sure that you couldn’t have enough of him from that day on, because once you know the sweet taste of a sin, you can’t stop.

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Crown of Thorns

“What will I be when I grow up, Lady Mother?” Y/N asked, the bed sheets wrapped high under her chin, arms clutching her knees.

“You will be Queen, my darling,” she cupped her face, and she leaned into her touch, “and a warrior.”

Series Summary: After the need for their alliance during the Battle of Titan, King Stephen asked in return for his services, that King Anthony of the Iron Islands’, first born daughter would be given in marriage, to his sons, Prince Steven and Prince James of the Kingdom of Kamar-Taj. Despite King Anthony’s other offers, King Stephen would only agree to one, or there would be war between their two Kingdoms. Leaving King Anthony with no choice, he sacrificed his first born daughter, in hopes of sparing his people of anymore suffering. Anthony prayed that the men would care for his daughter, and love her as he did, but a sparkly crown can hide a thousand secrets.

Pairing: Prince!Steve x Princess!Reader x Prince!Bucky

Series Warnings: Strong Language, Violence, Angst, Fluff (There will be some fluffy stuff I promise, I can't resist), Smut: This series will include some aspects of Dub-con/Non-con: Steve and Bucky aren't going to be Prince Charmings. More Warnings will be posted on Chapters.

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Part Two: A Rose Between Two Thorns

Chapter Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.9k

“Everything seems to be happening so quickly.” Pepper sighed, as her and Y/N were shown colour schemes for the big day, that was only a few hours away.

Y/N had sat, slumped on her chair, flicking through fabrics, whilst silently wishing she was with Peter during his sparing session, which was taking place in the courtyard, just outside the window.

“Lady Mother, please may I be excused?” Y/N asked for the fourth time that day.

“Once again, Y/N…no, you may not go to your sparing session today. You have to choose fabrics for your gown,” Pepper frowned at Y/N, who scrunched her face up in disapproval, “Now…do you like the peppermint green, or blood orange?”

Y/N’s eyes bulged at the sight of the harshness of the materials being held up to her.

“Neither.” Y/N faked retched, sticking her fingers down her throat, in an attempt to produce a gagging noise.

“Y/N, please. I too am unhappy with these arrangements, but we don’t have a choice. Your father has done what he could to protect the peace of our kingdom…”

“But what about me? How is marrying me off to two psychopaths keeping me safe?” Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes and folding her arms.

“Y/N, I have told you too many time…don’t call them that.” Pepper pinched the bridge of her nose, before looking back, at a just as peeved Y/N.

“Your father would do anything to keep you safe and believe it or not; by gifting you to King Stephen’s fine young Princes, he is doing so.” Pepper swept some of Y/N hairs away from her forehead.

“I know that Daddy loves me. It’s just…their so…old.” Y/N shivered as she thought of the age gap between her and the two Princes. Even with her tutoring in courtship and what-not, she still thought that the Princes were too old for her.

“You’re not marrying them in a few days.” Pepper chuckled, “This is simply your betrothal, you will marry them, when you are of age, which will be…”

“I will rule my kingdom when I am old enough and wise enough to withstand the power and the control needed to protect my kingdom accordingly, this will be when I am eighteen years of age.” Y/N rattled, like she was a robot, huffing out the words that she had been learning since she was tiny.

“Very good…now, pick a fabric.”

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“It’s so boring, Peter. They made me sit around choosing different cloths and napkins and cutlery and drapes and carpets and dinner plates…and are you even listening to me?” Y/N sat up slightly on the tree branch that she was dangling off, to look at the boy, who was staring far off into the distance.

“Hello, calling Master Parker, are you listening to me?” Y/N prodded Peter in the side, making him shake out of his trance like state.

“Yeah, yeah something about napkins.” Peter shook his head, fiddling with his tunic.

“Peter, what’s the matter?” Y/N pulled herself up from hanging upside down, swinging one of her legs over the other side of the branch, so that she could look at Peter’s glum face square on.

“Nothing…nothings the matter.” Peter sighed, pulling his dagger, and starting to jab at the bark on the tree, flicking bits of wood everywhere.

“There must be something, you haven’t said a word since we finished practicing our Latin this morning.” Y/N shuffled closer, careful of Peter’s frantic jabs of his dagger.

“I haven’t been able to get a word in.” Peter grumbles, making Y/N pout.

“You could have told me to shut up…you usually do?” Y/N tilted her head in confusion at the pale boy, who was yet to meet her eyes.

“I can’t tell you to shut up, you’re the Princess.” Peter shrugged, sliding his dagger back into his belt, and pulling himself up onto a higher branch.

Y/N kept the glum look on her face, following him up the various amounts of branches.

“When has that ever stopped you?”

“Look I need to start showing you more respect. I’ve become lazy in the manners that my father and Uncle taught me. I need to remember my place.” Peter mumbled, again barely looking at the girl, who was desperately trying to keep up with her.

“Your place is being my friend and ally. Not my butler or servant.” Y/N tried to lighten the atmosphere, but Peter was not in a gaming mood.

“But I am your servant, Y/N. I am your father’s ward, not your suitor.” Peter said, seriously.

“Thank God.” Y/N tried to giggle, but it was met by another heart-breaking look from Peter.

“Ah, there you are young Y/N, I’ve been searching everywhere for you. Come your father wishes to speak with you privately.” They were interrupted by Jarvis, Anthony’s personal adviser, who stood at the bottom of the trees waiting for her.

“This conversation is not over, Pete.” Y/N spoke over her shoulder, as she began her decent, and following Jarvis to her father’s study.

~~~~

“There she is, my future daughter-in-law.” The unfamiliar voice made Y/N stop just short of the entrance to the study, Jarvis had to give her a light push on her back, in order to edge her into the room.

“Y/N, come in and meet King Stephen.” Y/N recognised the second voice of her father, relaxing slightly.

She edged her way around the side of the room, giving Stephen and his many advisors a wide birth. Joining her father behind his desk, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, as she flicked her eyes up to the lean man stood in front of her, who appeared to be analysing her every feature, making her shuffle on her feet, uncomfortably.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, your Grace.” Y/N did a small bob, hoping that would suffice as a curtsey.

“You too, your Highness. I will say, my sons will be impressed with your beauty.” Stephen flashed her a wicked smile, when he caught her shuddering at his words.

“Not until she is eighteen, they will not.” Anthony spoke coarsely, making Stephen smirk.

“I understand that there is an age gap between our offspring, but that doesn’t mean that they can’t admire the beauty that will only grow greater as Princess Y/N, grows older.” Stephen quipped, Y/N watched her father clench his fists on top of his mahogany desk, but he didn’t respond to Stephen’s comment directly.

“Very well, your boys may comment on her splendour, but I’d kindly ask you to stop. You will not make my daughter your fourth wife.” Anthony spat, Y/N had never seen him behave in such a way, to be so short and direct with another monarch, she couldn’t lie…she was proud.

“We both have had our fair share of wives, my Lord.” Stephen replied darkly, the comment making Y/N’s heart clench, as she realised that Stephen was referring to her late mother.

“Gentlemen, if I could just interrupt this wonderfully productive tit-for-tat conversation and remind you both of why you are here.” Y/N’s ears perked at the sound of a friendly voice, she looked up and beamed when she saw the man, who had tutored her from the smallest of ages.

“Yes, you are right, Vision, we must stop this childish talk, and get down to business.” Anthony cleared his throat and nodding accordingly to the Vision.

He had been an advisor of many kingdoms, before settling in the Iron Islands, he was an ally to all, but he had a soft spot for Y/N. The Vision had told Y/N, that he had, had a dream, that she would be the light that will block out the darkness of the world, and that was why he must be the one to tutor her, in the ways of the world.

“I quite agree.” Stephen grumbled, pulling out a quill and a roll of parchment, Anthony mirrored his actions.

“We are here to set in written word, the agreement of our Kingdoms, that will become forever united by the marriage of our children.” Anthony rattled off, Stephen and his group of elderly men nodding in agreement.

Y/N let out a subtle huff.

‘I’m going to be here for a while.’

~~~~~

“Y/N…your highness…you must wake up…”

Y/N shook awake, her hair standing on ends, as she currently had the bedheads of all bedheads.

“What’s going on?” Y/N spoke through a yawn, rolling onto her back, to look at the Lady Maria, who was filling a silver tin tub, with warmed water.

“It’s your betrothal day, your highness.” Lady Maria smiled, but Y/N just groaned, rolling over to face plant in her bed, pulling the sheets up and over her head.

“I’m not going.” Y/N yelped when the sheets were ripped off of her body, and the cool air prickled her skin as she clutched her night dress tighter.

“You have to go.” Lady Wanda smiled, strolling into the room, with Y/N’s betrothal dress, draped over one of her arms, but then hung it up, allowing the blue lacy to tumble to the floor, exposing the rich fabric.

“Could you tell them that I feel unwell?” Y/N questioned, trying to hide under her pillow, but that too was taken away from her.

“Do you feel queasy, do I need to call for the physician?” Lady Maria began to pat Y/N’s forehead, testing it for a fever.

“Not yet, but I imagine something will befall me, when I look upon those Princes.” Y/N muttered.

“Don’t be silly, your Highness.” Lady Maria tutted, “Now come on, up with you.”

Y/N felt a hand wrap around one of her ankles, and pull her to the bottom of the bed, and forcing her up onto her feet. Her toes curled, as the cold stone floor made her hiss, and look back at her comfy bed in despair.

“Let’s get you in this water, before it gets cold.” Lady Wanda said, kindly. Pulling the night dress over Y/N’s head and huddling her into the bath.

Y/N sighed outwardly, when he chilling figure was encompassed by the soapy suds of the tin tub, it eased her tense muscles, but not her knotted stomach, which continued to twist with unease and anxiety.

~~~~

“…and there…finished.” Lady Wanda smiled brightly at Y/N, as she placed the final finishing touches on the young Princess. The final item being a silver crown, that had once been worn by her mother. It was pristine in its condition, consisting of shining arch ways, and peaked spikes, it glimmered in the light of the morning sun, that was cast through the small arrow window in Y/N’s bed chambers.

“Your mother is looking down on you today, my Princess.” Lady Wanda gestured to the way the light was beaming in through the window, and pooling around Y/N, making her features glow, and the tiara sparkle.

“You really are, the most beautiful Princess, in all of the Kingdoms.” Lady Wanda sighed.

“She truly is.” Y/N slowly spun round, to look at her father, who was leaning on the wall, arms folded and eyes sparkling, as he surveyed his young daughter, “Please, leave us.”

Lady Maria and Lady Wanda curtseyed, before scuttling out of the room, to leave the two royals alone.

“They speak the truth, you know. You really are stunning, my little Princess.” Anthony smiled, taking hold of his daughter’s hands, and rubbing the top with his thumb.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Y/N blushed, giving his hands a squeeze, which was returned.

“I’m sorry that I have not given you much choice, in deciding, who you will be with, for the rest of your life, but please remember, that I have done this to keep you safe. And I know that you’ve heard the stories about the Princes…”

“Which you told me.” Y/N sassed, jutting an eyebrow, making Anthony sigh, and a smile grin cross his lips.

“Which I told you…but they are just that stories, I don’t know them truly, but what I do know, is that they will protect you, and that makes me happy.” Anthony sighed, his heart breaking, as he realised that by the end of the day, the Princess in the tower, will no longer belong to him, and instead; he will be raising her, only to ship her off, when she turns eighteen.

“I know, Daddy. What you have done, is to keep me safe, and I know you will continue to do so, even if I’m not here anymore. And besides, I’ve been trained by the best swordswoman, in the whole of the Marvel Continent. You didn’t think that Lady Valkyrie, would not teach me, how to handle myself.” Y/N laughed, making Anthony chuckle.

“Oh, I have no doubt, that you can handle yourself, my little love.” Anthony brushed his nose with Y/N, and she happily copied him back. “Are you ready, my young one?”

“I guess.”

They rode the golden painted carriage as it paraded through the streets, the people cheered watching their King and Princess sit happily side by side, waving to the adoring crowds.

It may as well have been Y/N’s wedding, the amount of effort that was put into today’s events, to the outside world, this was not a betrothal, this may have well been her wedding.

Anthony had to keep reminding himself that his little girl, was only ten, but she already had the grasp on what it took to be a fine ruler.

They arrived outside the Abbey, Y/N could just about make out the sound of the organ that was playing inside, over the roar of the people, that only seemed to be getting louder. Stepping down from the carriage, Y/N linked arms with her father, squeezing his sleeve, and Anthony looked at her with a proud and reassuring smile, before leading her into the Abbey.

There was no cheering in the Abbey, it was deafly silent, the only noise came from the organ, that rattled off the hollow stone walls. Y/N got goose bumps when she glanced down at the end of the aisle, where the figures of two men stood shoulder to shoulder, dressed in their military uniforms.

“Ready, sweet girl?” Anthony asked her once again, Y/N swallowed thickly, glancing at the different Kingdoms, who had all gathered for the celebration.

“I think so.”

That would have to do, as soon the music on the organ changed, and Y/N was being pulled down the aisle by her father. The different faces, all shared different expressions, those who had allied with the Kamar-Taj kingdom, gave Y/N assuring smiles, such as King T’Challa, from Wakanda. Looking along the seats that were sat under the Kamar-Taj banners. Y/N noticed there was one person, who was not smiling at her.

It was a woman, with brown hair that was just shoulder length, Y/N flipped through her mental book of Kings and Queens, then it came to her.

Queen Margret of England.

She was watching Y/N’s every step, her scowl appearing to grow deeper the closer she got to the altar.

Changing her eye line, as the constant surveillance made a chill go down Y/N’s back, she looked over to her ‘family’ so to speak, but she wasn’t as comforted as she hoped that she might have been.

Unlike the majority of the Kamar-Taj crowd, who had been smiling, the opposite side of the room, had deep frowns, or looks of sympathy, as they watched Y/N make her way to the end of the aisle.

Her throat grew dry, the distance between her and the Princes were growing shorter, her knees going weak, as she pulled up alongside them.

Anthony let go of Y/N’s arm, the area of her arm, growing cold, as the warmth and security of her father was disappearing. Anthony kissed the side of her head, his lips lingering, as he willed all of his strength and love into her, before leaving her side, and taking his seat in one of the front rows, next to Pepper, who squeezed his hand tightly.

Y/N steadied her breathing, as one of the Princes; the one with blonde hair, moved so that Y/N was trapped between the two of them.

The only source of comfort that Y/N had, was that the Vision was initiating the betrothal, his warm smile brought Y/N some more reassurance.

“To our friends and allies of Kingdoms far and wide, we gather here today to witness the binding of two families, and the promise that one day the union will be solidified in marriage.” The Vision began.

The Princes towered over Y/N, their maturity obvious with their tall stature and light stubble that graced their jaws. Y/N had never felt so young and small, when positioned next to men.

Their military medals hung off their broad chests, clinking together, when they moved.

“We will bind the arms of the two families, the green vines represent the growth and fertility that the marriage will bring to both of the Kingdoms.”

A green and gold twine was wrapped around Y/N’s left and right arm, it felt heavy like shackles, and her two jailers wrapped their own arms in the twine, connecting the three together.

“Prince James Buchanan of Kamar-Taj repeat the words that I speak,” Prince James nodded, grasping Y/N’s small hand, his fingers were cold, and his hand was large, Y/N could feel his strength, just from the palm of his hand.

“I, James Buchanan of the House of Strange and Kingdom of Kamar-Taj.”

“I, James Buchanan of the House of Strange and Kingdom of Kamar-Taj.” His voice sent shudders through Y/N, she had to stop herself from shivering.

“Son of Stephen Vincent of the House of Strange and Kingdom of Kamar-Taj.”

James repeated the Vision once again, Y/N could barely look at James, he was good looking, but no matter how hard Y/N tried, she couldn’t forget the stories that she had heard, that made him so ugly.

“Do swear to fulfil the promise of marriage to Y/N Y/M/N of the House of Stark, daughter of Anthony Edward, the rightful Princess and heir to the throne of the Iron Islands.”

James’ dark eyes fixed upon Y/N, and spoke the words that he was told, Y/N had to keep her mouth clamped shut, so that he couldn’t hear her teeth chattering.

~~~~~

The ceremony appeared to go on for hours, each of them taking it in turns to repeat the Vision’s words.

Eventually it came to the end, the Vision removed the twine, freeing Y/N physically from the tie, but Y/N didn’t feel any lighter, the weight of what had just happened still weighed heavy on her shoulders.

Once the ceremony was completely over, and the three made their way back down the aisle, and into the golden carriage that waited outside. Unlike before, when Y/N could barely hear herself think, because of the noise of the people, she could now hear the street rats that were scavenging through the leftovers.

The street had never been so quiet, as the crowd just watched the little Princess climb into the carriage with the grown Princes.

It was almost a completely silent trip back to the castle for the evening events. Almost silent, it was briefly broken by a shout from a woman.

“Mother killers.”

Y/N froze, watching the two men for a reaction, James’ lips twitched, and Steve’s hands clenched, but they didn’t flinch or speak.

From then on, there was a tense atmosphere within the small space.

~~~~~

The night was long, and dull.

Y/N had to sit between the two Princes, whilst she watched her friends and family dance and laugh, whilst she had to sit glumly with James and Steve, who had not spoken to her since they had made their promise vows.

“Will you dance with me?” Y/N whispered, looking nervously between the two.

They looked at each other, scowls good and strong, unmoved.

“No.”

Y/N sighed, sitting back in her chair, slumping her head onto her balled up fist.

Then Y/N spotted Peter, his position was the same as her, bored out of his mind, picking at the food that was left on his plate with his fork.

“Excuse me.” Y/N shuffled her heavy chair back, but as she went to walk away, her arm was caught by James, who held it tightly, stopping her from leaving, “What are you doing?”

“You need to stay with us, you are ours now.” James pulled Y/N back towards him, and up onto her chair.

“I’m not yours, not yet. I’m simply promised to you, and promises can be broken, so let go of me, before I scream, and you are beheaded for harming the Princess.” Y/N glared at James, who stared back, but then Steve cleared his throat, catching both of their attention.

“Let her go, Bucky. Let her enjoy her last few years of freedom.” Steve smirked, wickedly.

James’s grip loosened enough for Y/N to wriggle free and she soon made her way to Peter.

“Hey, Pete. Why the long face?” Y/N asked sitting next to him. She clearly caught him off guard, his fork clattering to the plate when he jumped in surprise.

“Err…Y/N, what are you doing here?” Peter stuttered, his eyes were darting between Y/N’s face, and the look of thunder the two Princes were giving him.

“You looked miserable, and I was miserable, so I thought we could relate.” She spoke freely, popping a grape in her mouth, “What is wrong with you, you’ve been like this for weeks, just tell me what is bothering you.”

Peter looked around, then grabbing Y/N’s hand under the table, and pulling her out of the ballroom.

“Peter, where are you taking me? I can’t be gone for too long.” Y/N worried, watching the way Prince James and Steve watched her leave the hall, with the young boy.

Peter didn’t say anything, pushing the doors of the throne room open, and slamming them behind him. Y/N looked around the room, before taking a seat on her father’s throne, turning to the side and dangling her legs over the side.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered, Petey?” Y/N continued to tease, watching the way Peter’s skin was growing clammy, and he started playing with his hair.

“I need you to know something. I have to tell you, or I will regret it for the rest of my life.” Peter started to worry Y/N.

“Just tell me, Peter.” Y/N sighed.

“I’m in love with you.”

The world stopped spinning, a whooshing noise went into Y/N’s ears, as she looked at Peter in disbelief.

“What did you say?” Y/N sputtered.

“I’m in love with you, I’ve been in love with you since I was six years old.” Peter smiled, but it faded when he watched Y/N’s stunned face, remain just that.

“Why are you telling me this now?” Y/N eventually choked out.

“Because I need you to know. I couldn’t go on, knowing that I hadn’t told you.” Peter sat on the steps that walked up to the throne, his head between his knees.

“But what am I supposed to do. I’m getting married in eight years. I’ve been promised.” Y/N climbed off the throne, kneeling next to Peter. “What am I supposed to do Peter?”

“I know nothing can ever happen, you are a Princess, I am just a Ward.” Peter turned to Y/N, trying to touch her hands, but she pulled away shaking her heard.

“No, Peter. I can’t do this.”

“Well…isn’t this cute.”

Chills went down her spine, when Y/N turned to the door, to see her future husbands standing by the throne room doors.

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iknowthekoolaidflavor · 3 years

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Every Kind of Way

Prompt: On the way to a friend’s house, during a blizzard, you end up stuck in a cabin with Daveed’s family…or as I like to call it Rose doesn’t know how to finish her other projects, so she wrote something else

PART 4

LISTEN TO EVERY KIND OF WAY BY H.E.R.

Pairing: alpha!werewolf!daveed x omega!reader

Tagging: @wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs @ramp-it-up @sebastianabucknettastan @wtfhell @sillyteecup

This is a soulmate au with a/b/o dynamics, werewolves, eventual smut, and some pining because why not!

Daveed stayed upstairs, avoiding you for the rest of the day. Anthony brought him food until Jasmine demanded he “get the shit for his damn self”. He came down for dinner, staying cordial to let you know he still welcomed you in their home. He smiled when you joined their conversation; you fit in so well.

“Yeah, when the snow clears, I’ll be on my way”

Everyone stopped moving. Rafa looked at Daveed, fearing his reaction. Daveed looked like a deer stuck in headlights.

“You’re planning to go in the woods. An omega. In the freezing cold. With werewolves running around?”, Daveed responded

“I told you I’m on my way to see a friend”

He wanted to scream that you just found each other, and he couldn’t bear seeing you leave. Instead, he settled for a response you would agree with.

“Then I’m going with you. Can’t let my ome...soul...you go out there on your own”

“Smooth”, Rafa mumbled under his breath

“Of course you are. I know you’ll keep me safe. I trust you”, you grinned as you picked up another forkful of rice

Daveed’s heart swelled. You weren’t sure why you said it, yet you knew it was the truth.

“You know I am. Eat the rest of your food”

He felt a sense of pride, knowing you trusted him. You ate the rest of your food in silence.

The next day, Anthony came downstairs and the sight before him left him shocked. Mainly because Daveed was downstairs at nine in the morning. To top it all off, you were cuddled against each other on the couch reading. Daveed made sure you were comfortable before he joined you. Not too long after, you were both fast asleep, holding on to each other.

Rafa walked in on you two the day after. He was feeding you snacks as you sat on the kitchen counter, telling you the story of how his father built the place his pack now calls home.

Within the upcoming days, Daveed would stay up with you asking questions about being an omega and your family. He learned quickly that those topics intertwined, and you never wanted to speak of the latter. Daveed told you about his family and how he became the leader of his own pack. You would tell him in due time.

“Let’s go for a walk”, Daveed suggested after watching you stare out the window for ten minutes

“Really?”

“Yeah. We’ve been inside for a few days. Need to stretch my legs”

After putting on several layers at his constant prodding, you met him outside just in time to see him shift. Daveed licked your cheek, then turned around, giving you enough space to climb on his back. When he knew you were settled, he walked into the woods. As cold as it was outside, the heat radiating from your soulmate was enough to keep you warm.

The snow finally stopped, but the frigid air kept it from melting.

“I bet I can beat you to the bottom of the hill”

Daveed stopped in his tracks. You watched ear twitch, indicating he heard you. He lowered his body to the ground. Once you were off his back, Daveed took off running, kicking snow in your face.

“Cheater”, you screamed as you ran after him

Two legs were no match for four. Daveed had a sizeable lead and was almost to the bottom of the hill. He slowed down to allow you to catch up until he heard you groan behind him. His heart raced as he turned around to see you in the snow, grabbing your ankle. He ran back to you, smelling the distress coming off of you.

“It’s okay”, you grimaced when he reached you, “Its sprained, but I’ll be fine”

Daveed whined, staring at you with those big brown eyes.

“Thank you for coming back for me”, you smiled, leaning in to kiss his nose

The warmth he radiated kept you calm. You rubbed your nose against the bridge of his nose, partially because of the cold, but mainly because it brought you comfort. The small action coaxed a pur from your lips. Your delicate scent surrounded him and he knew he was done for.

Daveed was ready to rest and sit in the snow with you when he heard footsteps sprinting in your direction. He recognized the grotesque smell from a mile away, knowing the other alpha caught on to your scent. You took one breath, immediately recognizing the alpha headed your way.

“No”, you nearly sobbed

If Daveed didn’t get you out of the woods now, you knew there was a slim chance you would both make it out alive.

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star-spangled-steve · 4 years

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His New Partner

Chapter 42: The Depression

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 2128

Warnings: Light angst, some sad!Steve, some fluff, mentions of pregnancy, one cuss word.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this!

“Hey, guys, look at this.” Y/N spoke in between giggles, gently holding up the raw cookie that she had just finished decorating. On the top was a smiley face made out of chocolate chips, and three, almost four years old Morgan seemed to like it just as much as she did.

“Smiley!” The little girl cheered, and Y/N nodded with a smile.

“Looks like we’re hanging with two children today, Pepper.” Natasha quipped as she lined one of the baking sheets with cookies.

Pepper chuckled as she put some of the dirty bowls and spoons in the dishwasher. “You say that, Nat, but I’ve watched you steal chocolate chips out of that bag for the past half hour.”

The redhead just rolled her eyes playfully, popping another chocolate chip into her mouth.

The women were having a ‘Girls’ Day’ at Tony and Pepper’s lakeside house, filled with hugs, laughs, minor gossip, and alas, baking. It was originally just going to be Y/N, Natasha, and Pepper, but Tony, the man who was supposed to watch Morgan, ended up having a few other things to do. So the child had joined them, not that the women had minded. Morgan was always a treat.

“Fine,” Y/N spoke playfully, “if you don’t like my cookie, Nat, then that’s okay. It’s coming home with me. You don’t even get to try my delicious smiley goodness.”

“Oh I’m heartbroken.” The assassin quipped, making all of the ladies laugh. Well, besides Morgan who was too busy playing with the raw cookie dough, and quite frankly not advanced enough to really understand what they were saying half the time. If their own husbands and male friends couldn’t keep up with them, how could one expect a three-year-old to?

Though, looking at sweet little, adorable Morgan, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a little pang in her chest. She wanted that; a child. She missed being a mother more than anyone could ever know. She’s thought about trying to have more kids in the future, but it always just brings back the terrible memories. The memories of being alone during her pregnancy, of having to raise her son on her own, and most awfully, her son dying right in front of her.

Steve had mentioned it a couple of times. But he could quickly see how uncomfortable the conversation had made her, and made sure to change the topic as fast as he could. He didn’t want to pressure her if she wasn’t ready, especially because of how last time went.

He had hope, though. They both did. Y/N hoped that she could get over her own fears, and Steve hoped that he could one day prove to her that there was nothing to be afraid of. He hoped that he could prove himself worthy of a second chance. That’s all he wanted.

Until then though, they would wait. No matter how badly both of them wanted to be parents. No matter how badly they wanted to fill that little hole in their lives.

“I see nothing but females and I feel outnumbered.”

The voice of one of the people she respected most in the word brought Y/N out of her thoughts. “Tony.” She breathed out, going in for a hug from her billionaire friend.

“Hey, sweet pea.” He greeted her in return, hugging her lovingly before pulling away. “How are ya’ doing?”

The woman gave him a small smile and a couple tiny nods. “Good. You?”

“Good.” The man replied, slightly ruffling her hair before going over to greet Natasha and give Pepper a peck on the lips.

“Daddy!” Morgan cheered, and Tony picked her up, placing her on his hip.

“Exactly who I came in to see.” He chuckled, bouncing her a bit. “You ladies mind if I steal her? Daddy has a couple cool things he wants to show her.”

Pepper smiles. “Go ahead. Just make sure that your ‘cool things’ aren’t too cool.”

“She means no weaponry, Stark.” Natasha stated, knowing that he would never show his daughter that anyways. Tony was a different person now. A family person who did normal, family things.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Y/N watched as he and Morgan walked outside, wishing every bit of that for herself one day.

*****

“So, how’s Steve?”

Pepper’s question threw Y/N a bit off guard. Not because it was intrusive or unexpected; it was actually a very regular, polite thing to ask. No, it had just thrown her off guard because she knew that in fact, her husband was not doing too well.

Steve had been more sad lately. For the last few weeks, he’d seemed a bit more blue than he usually was in these times. Y/N guessed that it might have been A.J.’s birthday that threw him off, as it had just passed, but Thanos’ snap had taken place four years ago now. It couldn’t still be that, could it?

“He’s uh...” the young woman sighed, deciding to just be honest with them, “I don’t think he’s doing too great.” She watched as her friends frowned. “He’s just been a bit more sad lately, that’s all.”

“Well that’s unfortunate.” Pepper said sympathetically as Natasha nodded in agreement.

The three ladies were now sitting down in the living room, having some wine and catching up on life without having to be worried if a little child would hear.

Tony was still outside with Morgan even though it had been well over an hour now, but Pepper didn’t mind. She loved knowing that they were bonding as father and daughter.

“Yeah, well... I’m sure everything will be okay.” Y/N stated, honestly just trying to reassure herself. She hated it when her husband was upset.

“Yeah.” Natasha gave her a little smile, knowing how worried her friend could get sometimes.

It was about an hour or so later when Y/N and Natasha left the lakeside cabin, both going their own separate ways. Everyone gave each other a kiss on the cheek goodbye, including Tony and Morgan who were also going to miss the two women.

Y/N’s drive home was pretty smooth, relatively quiet. She was just looking forward to a nice, relaxing evening at home with her favourite man. Though, when she arrived, she very quickly realized that that was not going to happen.

“Steve?” She called out. “Stevie?” Again and again she shouted his name, never getting an answer in return. It was when she spotted a little note on her kitchen counter that she put it all together.

‘Just needed to clear my head. I should be home in a couple hours. Love you, doll.’

Somehow, Y/N knew exactly where he had gone and knew exactly what she needed to do.

The woman got right back in her car, hightailing it to the place that she knew Steve always went to be alone.

She knew that her going after him was kind of defeating the purpose of him even going to said place, but she had to talk to her husband. She had to figure out why he was so upset.

As soon as she had arrived, she hopped out of her car, and the shutting of her door alerted her husband of her presence.

“How’d you know where I was?” His deep voice questioned.

Y/N shrugged. “Just a hunch.” She walked up to where Steve was leaning on the railing of the old wooden bridge, the same one that he’d taken her to many years ago when he had proposed. She knew that it was still his special place and she could certainly see why. The spot was just as beautiful as the last time she had seen it.

The sky was dark, and they had a beautiful view of the stars this far away from all the city lights. Though even with all this beautiful nature in front of her, the only thing that Y/N could focus on was Steve.

“What’s going on?” She questioned, placing a gentle hand on his arm and stroking up and down. “Why have you been so sad lately?”

“You want the honest answer?” The man questioned, staring intently at the water in the lake. “Or the answer that won’t bring you down with me?”

Y/N gulped. “The honest one. Tell me everything. I want to cheer you up.” She leaned her head against his bicep, wrapping her other hand around his arm too and practically curled herself into his side. “You’ve been so distant these last few weeks. Since...”

“Since A.J.’s birthday.” Her husband finished for her. “Yeah, I know. It really... uh, it really hit me hard this year.”

She looked up at him caringly. “Any particular reason?”

“I want a kid.” Steve blurted out, deciding to just be completely honest with her about everything. He watched as her face looked almost spooked and decided to continue. “And I know, darling. I know that I have no right to ask for that again from you because of how it went last time. Believe me, I’m aware of how awful it was for you to go through that alone.” He turned so that he was fully facing her, taking both of her hands in his own. “And I know that with the trauma, you probably don’t even want to consider this again. It’s just... hearing you tell me last night that you were going to visit Tony and Pepper and... and Morgan today, it really hit me. I just want what they have so damn badly.”

Y/N nodded, small tears beginning to form in her eyes. “I want that too.”

Steve’s face instantly lightened up a bit. “Y-You do?”

“Yes.” The woman spoke, trying to blink back her tears. “I was thinking about it today too, and I really, really want a kid.”

“That-That’s great! That-”

“But I don’t think I’m ready.” She cut him off before his hopes got too high. “Not yet. Maybe soon, but... but not right now.”

“Oh.” Steve swallowed, trying not to show how disappointed he was. “Do you know when?”

Y/N puffed out a little breath. “No. But eventually.” She stepped a bit closer to him, leaning her chin right on his chest and looking up at him. “So many things didn’t go right last time. And I loved Anthony James, still love Anthony James so much, but... it was very, very hard on me emotionally. I just think that I need to completely heal from the first time before we get started on the second time.”

The man nodded, truly agreeing with every word she just said. “You’re right. I’m sorry for trying to rush you.”

She gave him a loving grin. “It’s okay. It’s nice to know that you want this. I just wish that there was a way to actually cheer you up.

Steve lightly chuckled. “Baby, just you being here was enough to cheer me up.”

Y/N gave him a small laugh, sheepishly biting her hip. “Yeah but... hmm... Oh! I have an idea!” She instantly lit up, bouncing on her toes a little. “Wait here.”

The woman ran back to her car as fast as she could before opening up the passenger side door, grabbing what she needed and jogging right back to him.

“Here.” She held out the item for him, watched as he raised his eyebrows with a smirk.

“A cookie?”

Y/N shook her head with a giggle. “No, silly. Not just any cookie, a smiley cookie!” In her hands was the special cookie that she had decorated that afternoon, chocolate chips on the top in the shape of a smiley face.

The man began to laugh at how adorable she was.

“We made cookies today at Pepper’s and I thought that it was a cute idea. I was going to eat it myself but, I think you need a smile more than I do right now.”

Steve’s heart was absolutely warmed. “You’re the sweetest, babydoll. Absolutely the sweetest.”

“I mean, maybe.” Y/N playfully shrugged, placing the cookie in his hands.

“How about we split it?” He asked, not wanting to eat it right in front of her while she had nothing.

“If you insist.”

Steve broke the cookie in half, letting her choose which side she wanted before they clinked the halves together as a form of cheers.

They ate in content silence until they were finished, and the man gave his wife a cookie crumbly kiss, wiping her mouth with his thumb afterwards.

“Thank you, Y/N. I love you.”

The woman smiled at him before leaning into his side and staring at the gorgeous stars above them, feeling a nice sense of peace wash over her. “I love you too. And there’s no need for you to thank me; I’ll always be happy to cheer you up.”

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steves-on-a-plane · 3 years

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The Safest Hands

*Slight Spoiler* For Falcon And The Winter Soldier Words: 1383 Pairing: Former!Sam Wilson x Reader Summary: Reader is the Eldest daughter of Tony Stark and the former fiancé of Sam Wilson. After the government announces its plans for Captain America, Reader pulls together the best plan she can manage to get the shield back. Author’s Note: I’m loving everything that's happening so far with TFAWS, and it gave me the idea for this fic where Reader is a lawyer who tries to say Steve had no legal right to the shield.

Courtrooms are nothing but theaters with bad actors in cheap suits. That was the first piece of advice your father had given you when you told him you wanted to become a lawyer. You were surprised by how true that turned out to be. Not so much the part about the suits being cheap, but the theatrical side of it for sure. You always tried your best not to play into the theatrics, unless it was the last resort.

Sure as hell hope this works. You thought as you shuffled papers at your table. You’d been in the courtroom for almost an hour. It seemed crazy to you that Supreme Court cases were decided so quickly. While corporate trials lasted weeks or sometimes months, the fate of a historic mantle would be decided in less than ninety minutes. You drank a sip of water from the glass in front of you. It was warm and tasted metallic, like someone had filtered it through pennies. You took a measured breath and waited for your turn to speak.

“So, as you can see by the evidence provided,” You began your closing statement. “Captain America’s iconic shield never legally transferred to Captain Steven Rogers. When Howard Stark passed, ownership of the shield was moved to the beneficiary of his estate, Mr. Stark’s only son, Anthony Stark. While under Anthony’s ownership the shield was stored in various facilities including being on loan to S.H.I.E.L.D. for several decades. Sometime in 2011, the shield was then loaned indefinity to Captain Rogers as shown in the asset transfer form submitted to the court. This form was signed by Captain Rogers, Nicholas J Fury and Anthony Stark. However, Captain Rogers terminated any rights to the shield following his refusal to sign the Sokovian Accords, as the original terms of the loan stated the shield would be reclaimed by Mr. Stark in the event the weapon was linked to a known crime in anyway. Therefor it stands to reason that since Captain Rogers had no legal right to the shield, he could not legally gift the shield to Mr. Samuel Wilson. Since Mr. Wilson was also not the legal owner of the shield, he could not legally donate it to the Smithsonian museum, which the government has since claimed the shield from. Rightfully, that shield belongs to the estate of Mr. Anthony Stark.”

“Thank you for those impassioned words, Ms. Stark.” The Chief Justice remarked. His tone was condescending, but you weren’t quite sure if that was intentional. “We thank you for your time as the court knows how personal this case is for you. We must hear our next case now. I expect you’ll have your answer following our next conference.”

With that the trial was over. There was nothing more you could do but wait for the justices to confer and deliver their opinion. You began gathering your things and exiting the court room. You’d presented every shred of evidence you could find. Proof that legally the shield had never transferred fully into Steve’s possession. Proof that Stark Industries still held pattens on all previous versions of the shield as well as several prototypes. Your father’s company or his estate also maintained pattens on every iteration of the Captain America Uniform. You could stop them from creating a new Captain America in everything but name.

You’d barely exited the Supreme Court Building when your phone rang. Sam Wilson’s name scrawled across the screen. You heaved a deep sigh, wishing this whole ordeal was over with already. You ignored Sam’s call, too preoccupied with dodging the press who were swarming around you. You gaze in the distance, relieved when you saw a familiar face. Happy Hogan met you at the base of the steps and helped you int the backseat of the car. You secured your seatbelt as he slipped behind the steering wheel and drove away.

“They were live streaming the courtroom.” He told you, not looking away from the road.

“Of course, they were. Vultures.” You complained, as you watched the reporters get smaller and smaller in the rearview.

“Can you really blame them? The whole country wants to see how this ends.” Happy told you.

“Wish it was over already.” You mumbled from the backseat. You answered a text from Pepper, asking if you were okay. You assured her that you were fine and that you’d been seeing here and Morgan soon. You just had a few things in DC that needed tying up. Again, your phone began to ring. It was Sam. You silenced it before tossing it across the seat.

“You know he’d be proud of you, Kiddo. They both would be.” He assured you.

“If they weren’t both so stubborn, they’d still be here. Not leaving me to fight their battles for them. Which for the record, I stayed away from the tech industry specifically so that I wouldn’t turn into my father and…GAh!” You couldn’t help but let out a small exclamation of frustration. “Here I am throwing around the family name and exploiting thin as ice legal loopholes to get the stupid shield back! A shield that Sam was at best too humble and at worst too stupid to keep. Even if you don’t use it, man, just do the one thing you know Steve would have wanted and keep it away from the government! Aside from the fact that it’s classified as a deadly weapon, the thing’s got enough vibranium to buy you a decent house. Or If you want to give it to a government don’t give it to ours! Bring it to T’challa….”

You phone was now vibrating loudly as it skidded across the car’s leather back seat. You took a brief pause from your rant and finally answered the phone. You didn’t even bother looking at the caller ID. Only one person had been blowing up your phone all morning.

“What, Wilson?” You snapped at him.

“Hey, Baby, nice to hear your voice too. Long time no see.” He cackled from the other side of the line. You pinched the bridge of your nose and exhaled a deep breath.

“Sam, now’s not a good time…” You told him.

“C’mon you’ve been dodging my calls all morning.” His tone finally changed to something serious.

“You didn’t think that was for a reason?” You snapped.

“Oh, I know the reason. You think I’m going to ask you about the trial.” He laughed.

“Aren’t you?” You sighed.

“Nah I saw the whole thing on TV.” He assured you. “You look great by the way, very Stark-like.”

“Yeah, well the hot rod red power suit probably did most of the leg work there.” You sighed. “What do you want Sam? Happy and I are on our way to the hotel.”

“Any chance you want to join me for dinner?” He asked.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be seen together. I’m suing you remember?” You reminded him.

“So we just make sure no one sees us.” You could practically hear him shrugging. “Besides you’re only technically suing me. Once all the dust settles with the federal case we get to pretend we agreed to something outside of court. Then everything goes back to normal and you don’t have to pretend you’re mad at me anymore.”

“Let me be clear about something, I’m not pretending to be mad at you. I’m furious.” You told him sternly. “This isn’t like the time you bleached my favorite shirt. I’m not just going to get over it. You really messed this one up, Sam. I’m not fighting this fight for you and we’re lucky we didn’t go through with that proposal of yours, because if we were married right now, I’d have no hope at all of getting that shield back.

“It won’t kill you to say that you missed me too, [Y/N].” He said.

“I miss a lot of things Sam.” You told him. “But not all of us have the luxury of walking away from a legacy. Stark out.” You ended the call and tossed your phone again.

Everything’s gonna workout exactly the way it’s supposed to. Your father’s final words echoed in your head as you stare at the window.

“Probably not this time, Old Man.” You whispered to yourself.

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astarions-bride · 3 months

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But imagine Father Anthony and Nun-Reader. What kind of relationship would that be like? *I don't know if it would be a forbidden or light romance type of relationship*

I don't know much about the Catholic faith or nuns so I'm honestly not sure...don't nuns have like...a vow of celibacy or something? 🤔

If that's the case then it definitely would be a "forbidden romance" type situation. Very much secret rendezvous and soft bare-there touches that linger just a second longer than strictly necessary. Love letters being passed in those fleeting touches, eyes consistently searching each other out in a crowd, soft knowing smiles shared between each other...

I can definitely see the appeal in this 🥰

#father Anthony Bridge #bbc casualty #father anthony x reader #father anthony bridge x reader #neil newbon priest #Father Anthony Bridge headcanons #bbc Casualty headcanons #Neil Newbon x Reader #Neil Newbon #neil newbon headcanons #the void answers

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itsanerdlife · 5 years

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Everything You Want 5/18

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Lies. Fuck ton of lies. So many lies. Lots of secrets. So many fucking secrets. Language. Violence. Slow Burn. Lots of fighting. Heartbreak. Death threats. Kidnapping. Murder.

Someone is coming for you and your son, Anthony. Too many secrets and too many enemies for you to count. You got out, for reasons. Secret reasons, only Clint Barton knows. Or so you think? Clint takes you back to the safest place there is, Avengers Tower. But how are you supposed to face Peter? Keep your secrets in check? Keep your feelings under wraps? It’s been almost two years, can you really keep it together? You just need to put an end to whoever wants you. Than walk away, like everything is the same, right? Or will you be the one surprised? Everything blows up, leaving you holding the shreds of your secrets and fear.

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“Clint.” You hiss, as he gives you a shove through his bedroom door. Steve’s arms are folded over his chest as he stands in the room. Nat shakes her head as she moves in a line across the room.

“Oh stop the rooms are sound proof.” Clint rolls his eyes.

“But Peter could hear Anthony crying.” You blink at him.

“No that’s panic. He could sense Tony’s panic and pain.” Clint corrects you.

“Freak.” You mutter, rolling your eyes.

“Y/N just answer something.” Steve squeezes the bridge of his nose.

“You know who Ton’s father is.” Nat looks at you, stopping in her tracks.

“Yes.” You nod slowly.

“You knew the whole time too?” Steve looks at Clint.

“Since the day she found out.” Clint nods.

“And it’s,” Nat glances towards the wall, in the direction of Peter and Anthony in the kitchen.

“Yes.” You swallow, looking away ashamed.

“That’s why you left.” She blinks at you. You nod.

“He was with Mindy. He was so happy. It was just fun, no strings, but my stupid ass went and fell in love with him. Than she came along and we were supposed to go on like nothing happened. I tried, Nat I tried so hard. But every time I saw them together, I wanted to,” you let out a frustrated sigh.

“Strangle her.” She nods.

“But he was so happy I couldn’t ruin that for him. I just wanted him to be happy, even if he wasn’t happy with me.” You shrug. “I asked Clint for an out, after I got the results back from a blood test. I couldn’t come between them, I couldn’t rip away his happiness by telling him he accidently knocked up his fuck buddy.” You run a hand through your hair.

“What happened between the two of you the night you left?” Steve asks.

“We argued.” You shrug. “Why?”

“He wasn’t the same after it. Whatever you said, it fucked the kid up. He was moody, sulking. I was sure Clint was going to punch him out if he asked where you were one more time.” Steve nods slowly.

“Man he got on my nerves.” Clint sighs, shaking his head.

“He said he wanted to apologize for letting me leave that night.” You explain. “You can’t tell anyone. You have to keep this between the four of us.” Your eyes growing wide at the three people in the room with you.

“How long are you thinking you can keep this to yourself? He’s starting to do things, Y/N.” Nat stares at you.

“What?” Clint turns on you, you wince.

“It’s just the one thing!” You hold up one finger. “Sometimes when he sneezes his hands or feet stick to himself as well.” You cringe.

“He’s sticking to things?” Clint blinks at you.

“Just once in a while.” You admit softly, looking down at the carpet.

“Christ Y/N, you’re not going to be able to keep this secret much longer.” Clint scraps a hand over his face.

“You bet your ass I can. I don’t have to stay here. I’ll leave.” You nod, standing your ground.

“What?” The three of them gasp.

“He doesn’t love me. He’s not ready for a kid. It’s my choice.” You stare at them.

“I’ll tell him.” Steve takes a step towards the door. Your foot slams into the back of his knee, before you slam your body into his, knocking him to the floor with a loud thump.

“Open that mouth Rogers and I’ll fuck your world up.” You hiss.

“Y/N!” Nat is blinking down at you.

“I didn’t ask for your help.” You stand up, glaring at them. “You dragged me here when I didn’t want to come.” You poke Clint in the chest. “I have no problem walking out. I’ll do what I have to, he’s my son.” You shoot the three of them a look, Nat’s helping Steve up off the floor. “Before any of you think about sharing my secret. Remember this, being around Peter, knowing he doesn’t love me, doesn’t want me, is torture. I had his love child, and am raising apart of him, do you understand how much my heart breaks every fucking day in general. Now living with Peter again, I want to claw my own heart out just to make it stop hurting.” Your breathing was ragged as if you were on the verge of tears.

“Y/N.” Nat blinks, her face crestfallen.

“This is my choice. Sharing him with Peter, it’ll hurt even more having a front row seat to watching his life move on. I’d rather stop breathing then watch that or feel that type of pain again.” You shake your head. “I don’t care if you agree or not. You’re good fucking people, so before you open your mouth, think about the pain you’ll be putting me through.” You turn around, ripping open the door.

“You okay?” Peter looks up as you enter the kitchen.

“Yeah.” You nod, pulling your hair up into a messy ponytail.

“Y/N,” Peter smirks scooping the last spoonful from the jar and into Anthony’s mouth.

“Yeah?” You look at him as you start the sink, filling it with water.

“I can tell you’re struggling.” He grins at Anthony as he pulls him from the high chair.

“What?” You blink at him.

“It’s in your body language. If you’re worried about whoever is after you, I’ll stay home during missions with you.” He holds Anthony up, so you can quickly remove his diaper, before he places the giddy baby in the water.

“No Peter, I’m fine. You’re right, I am worried. But the tower is the safest place, I’ll be okay. We both will be.” You smile softly at him as Anthony splashes and giggles in the base of the sink.

“Alright, but if you change your mind. I’ll stay.” His hand slips up your back as he leans in kissing your temple. “I’ll get you his towel and soap.” He nods, before turning and leaving you and Anthony.

“Oh yeah I see you have this really handled.” Clint’s leaning against the opening from the hall, arms folded, watching you.

“Barton, I’ll strip your title as God father, don’t think I won’t.” You mutter as you turn focusing on your son. Clint snorts, before you hear his footsteps down the hall. Moments later Peter is returning, joining the two of you again.

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justlostinautumn · 5 years

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The Assistant 5/?

5/?

Avengers x Reader (Fury/adopted-daughter) could have later paring?

A girl trying to hide her past who was adopted by Nick Fury, but cared for by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. Being Tony’s assistant and asked to help the rest of the team. She doesn’t remember much from her past, but maybe working with this group of misfits will help knock a few memories loose and open some doors to the past.

(P.S. this most probably sucks sorry!)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

“Stark where is my girl?” Pepper storms into the compound.

“Umm...” Tony looked around the room for any help, hoping Fury was back to inform the angry strawberry blonde what happened.

“Tell me now. FRIDAY won’t tell me anything other than she is okay, but even FRIDAY sounds hesitant. So, I’m going to ask you one more time. Where is that beautiful girl I call my daughter?” Pepper was furious and Tony could tell.

“It’s been two weeks and she’s done nothing but look at the wall and nothing else.” Steve sighs.

“What?” Pepper shouted and everyone froze and Tony looked horrified.

“Hey Pepper,” Peter spoke nervously.

“Spill.” Pepper pointed to Peter.

“What?” Peter held up her hands in surrender.

“Where is Y/N?” She hissed.

“She’s with Bucky, Nat, Clint, Wanda and Fury.” Steve answers for Peter who looks like he is about to wet himself.

“Where?” Pepper asked again.

“Pepper there is something you need to know,” Tony spoke up.

“What Anthony?” Pepper wasn’t pleased.

“We may have found out about her past, told her she went into shock and as the Terminator said the wall keeping the memories at bay crumpled down and she couldn’t take it,” Tony spoke quickly, Pepper’s face showed nothing but fury.

“Where. Is. She?” She growled.

“Medbay.” Bruce swallowed looking very pale.

Pepper storms out the room leaving the rest of the team to look horrified at what just happened. They had never seen Pepper so mad, not even at Tony missing their anniversary.

“Oh shit, FRIDAY warn them Pepper is on the warpath and to stand clear.” Tony looked up closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yes sir.” FRIDAY responded.

Pepper walked into medbay and saw everyone through one of the glass walls. Running towards one of the rooms the door slide open and she saw a stressed looking Nick Fury holding the girl's hand as she did nothing but stare at the wall and occasionally squeeze his hand as if to assure herself he was still there with her. Pepper’s heart broke looking at her when she was like this.

“Hey Angel.” Pepper cooed at the girl a sad smile on her lips. Y/N eyes locked onto Pepper and she mirrored her look.

“Hey Pep.” Y/N voice was raspy from disuse and everyone was shocked she spoke.

“So, Pepper walks in and you feel like talking. But, your own father sits with you for 2 weeks and nothing.” Nick smirks at her, causing Y/N to laugh.

“Sorry Dad.” She looked down at their hands a squeezed it again.

“I know Little One.” He kisses her temple and stands.

“Don’t go.” She looked like the scared 17-year-old he met all those years ago.

“Just telling the others you are alive again.” He smirks.

“I was never dead.” She rolls her eyes, but the worry and fear never leaves them.

“Barnes, Barton, Romanov, Maximoff and Potts will all be here. I promise I won’t be long.” He smiles at her softly.

Y/N looks around the room at each of them and smiles softly at Wanda who helped her screen through all her memories, the girl looked tired and you felt bad but you looked at Nick and nodded.

“Are you okay my Angel?” Pepper took Nick’s place and took your hand.

“Yeah, it was just shock and like a tidal wave of memories and pain.” Y/N frowned.

“I’m sorry.” The gruff voice of Bucky makes Y/N head to snap up and look at him.

“I should be thanking you.” Y/N smiled.

“What?” Natasha asked.

“He’s the reason I got out. The Winter Soldier helped me escape... the training wasn’t great, but you saved me.” She smiled up to Bucky and he smiled softly at her.

“Anytime Kitty.” He smirked.

“Damn it! You remember the nickname, but you don’t remember risking your life to save me?” She throws her head back with a groan causing the others to laugh.

“Damn right I do and we have to get you training again. Maybe not like in the facility?” He tilts his head looking at you.

“I can still take you old man, Fury had me keep up my training... well I asked if I could, it got boring after a while.” She smiled at him.

“Kitty I’d like to see you try, I’ve learnt some new moves.” He laughs.

“Thank you, Wanda.” Y/N blushes as she looks at the Witch.

“It’s nothing,” she smiles softly.

“What did she do?” Clint looked curiously.

“She helped me sort through everything without me having a full mental break.” She smiles at them.

“That’s why you are so calm now?” Natasha asked.

“Kinda.” Y/N blushed.

#the avengers #the avengers x reader #the assistant #the avengers imagine #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #avengers #marvel imagine

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jinxthequeergirl · 5 years

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Out there (pt.2)

Crowley x Nephilim!reader

Summary: you decide to hold your intruder hostage hoping to show your father you could handle yourself but you come across a better idea.

Warning: none

I just wanna say...

The amount of love I get is in reasonable wtf?

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You stood frozen in the Position you landed in after hitting the intruder.

"Oh fuck!"

You dropped the book you used to hit him and knelt down beside him.

See you had a surplus of book plenty just lying around. That's how you experienced the world. So it only made sense that a nice sturdy book would have done the job. "Oh please don't be dead I can't handle a dead body right now!"

You poked his face and whispered softly. "Hello?"

You pulled off his already half of glasses from his face. And his eyes fluttered open a little bit. "Wh-"

He couldn't even muster a word as he began to wake up. Because as an instinct upon hearing his voice you threw him a solid punch in the face, knocking him out again. "Damn it!.."

You quickly got up and pulled him off the ground from behind scanning the room for a place to hide him. You pulled him to the broom closed and stuffed him inside.

"Stay!...stay…" you held your hand in front of him and with the other grabbed the handle and slammed the door shut.

You presses your back against it and locket it just in case.

"I have a person in my closet…"

You smiled softly to yourself. "I...I have a person in my closet! Haha take that dad! Can't handle myself!? Well check Out the person in my closet! Who i- oh yes ME single handedly took care of."

You chuckled to yourself pretending to dust off your hands as you walked away from the closer door. You smiled to yourself proudly hoping that Gabriel would feel the same amount of pride you did.

You made your way across the room to pick up your book but tripped over something. You lifted up your leg and found a bag handle wrapped around it.

You pulled the bag from your let and looked inside. You pulled out the single content and looked at it in awe.

It was a small dagger. Silver from the handle to the tip. The handle was decorated with feathers and a few yellow jewels.

You jumped when the mans phone began to ring from beside You.

"Y/n? I have a surprise!" You quickly grabbed the phone and dagger shoved them into the bag upon hearing gabriel's voice from outside, you took the bag and tossed it under the couch.

"So do i!"

You ran into the sitting room just as he opened the front door. "I brought you all new books and ingredients for your favorite dinner. SURPRISE!"

"Wow thank you! But dad." You took the basket of gifts from him and set it down.

"I was thinking about that you said about me not being able to handle myself."

"Not this again y/n…"

"No, just listen!"

"Y/n I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS WE HAVE DISCUSSED THIS!"

You stopped And he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I was...I was just gonna ask if You could maybe get me some of those art supplies from Paris? Like when I was a kid?"

"Really?" You nodded. "I just thought it might be better than leaving?.."

"That might take a while...I have so much to do up stairs...it'll take a week tops till you can have it."

He pulled you into a hug and kissed you. "But if that's what you want, I'll get it."

"Thank you." and with that he went back up to heaven.

Once he was gone you quickly ran around the room placing your chair in the center of the room.

You then went to the closet and opened it up. The man came tumbling out of the closet into his face.

"Ah sorry…" You lifted him up and tossed him into the chair. Which almost tipped back do to the force of you throwing him into it.

You grabbed an old jump rope and hide from the garden shed and tied him down to the chair.

You grabbed a lamp from across the room and shone It on him, waiting for him to wake up.

You had your book in hand and stood back as his eyes fluttered open again. He winced in the light and looked down at his hands.

"Oh...oh no! No! No! Hallo? Where am I?"

He tried to pull his hands free but failed.

"Struggling...Struggling is pointless!"

He looked up attempting to look out past the light into the darkness. Only then did you notice his eyes. "Demon?..." You whispered to yourself stepping closer to him.

"Is this...a jump rope?"

You stepped into the ring of light looking at him closer. "Who are you?"

You stared at each other for a moment. Something about you put Crowley off.

You seemed normal but there was something odd about you. The longer he looked at you the more he felt comfortable and opened his mouth to answer your name.

"Cr-" but he stopped realising that you did after all have him tied down to a chair with jump ropes and an old garden hose he noticed. "Anthony." he lied.

You narrowed your eyes at him telling that wasn't the truth. "Alright then ANTHONY if that is your real name...what do you want with me?"

You circled him. "Hmm? Kill me? Bring me to hell with you so you can use me?"

"What? No I don't want anything to do with you! Except perhaps get away from you princess!"

You stopped And raised an eyebrow. "Wait You aren't here to kidnap me?"

"No! I just so happened to stumble upon you while running from a group of angry demons who I stole a-" he sat up straighter looking around. "Wha...where is the bag I had? And my phone!?"

"I've hid them where you will never find them!" You crossed your arms. He looked around and tilted his head. "It's under that sofa isn't it?" You frowned and slapped him across the face with the book.

He woke up moments later. "Stop doing that!"

"Now it's hidden where you will never find it. Unless…"

He narrowed his eyes as you grabbed the lamp and spun around it. "Unless?.."

"I've lived in this house my entire life...I need to see the world. You can have your bag back IF you take me out like a guide so to say."

"No." the demon responded flatly.

"Something brought you here Anthony! Fate? Destiny?"

He shrugged. "My car."

You rolled your eyes.

"Oh come on! Haven't you ever felt trapped somewhere you wanted to escape? Doing something you hate?"

He sighed. "Well, yes but it's still a no you're trapped here for a reason why risk it."

You slammed both hands down on his wrists and leaned in. "I'm telling you now demon! You can year this house apart but you will never find that bag! Take me into the city for just a day, return me here, and have your little bag back!"

You stared into each other's eyes.

"You've got yourself a deal princess."

"Y/n." you corrected him.

"Sure.now let me go?"

You carefully undid his bindings and watched him get up and cross the room to the door. He stopped only momentarily to pick up his pair of sunglasses and placed them on his face And exited the house.

Which you took note of. You watched after him momentarily confused.

"Coming princess?" you jumped grabbed your book and ran out the door after him. You gasped when you spotted the new gate in the stone wall.

"Wow did you do this?"

"Yea…" as soon as you stepped out he snapped and it disappeared.

"Wow!..." You turned around and faced the trees. Which for you was something new. Sure everything was but you had spent so long climbing the wall and seeing this forest from afar and not to mention simply the top of it.

Crowley raised an eyebrow as you stepped close to one and touched it. You dropped the book and jumped up and grabbed the lowest branch hanging from it. You let out a gleeful giggle and jumped down before running through the forest.

Crowley sighed and picked up the book and followed you into the forest.

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Heart of Steel - VI

Description: Sir James is known throughout the lands as the most fearsome and honorable warrior. Ballads have been written about him. Men fear him. He is the most trusted knight of the King Henry. So why has he given up the glories of war and pledged his loyalty to Princess Y/N?

Pairing: Medieval AU -Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

Word Count: 3,400

Series Masterlist

Y/N thought she was late enough to breakfast to miss her family and any lingering guests from the ball.

She was sadly mistaken.

Her plan was to sneak out with Bucky. She was dressed in plain clothes, clothes plain enough to have her mistaken for a peasant. Bucky became uneasy when she tried to pull stunts such as this. But, as always, he would rather accompany her than refuse Y/N and have her alone and unprotected.

“Peter fetch our horses. Run along.” Bucky instructed the boy. Peter nodded and rushed ahead of them.

But just as Y/N and Bucky turned the corner, they found King Steven in a polite conversation with Y/N’s mother.

The Queen instantly spotted her and daughter.

Y/N’s plan to sneak out of the castle was destroyed. Slowly, and with an obvious disappointment, she walked over to them.

“Y/N, we missed you at breakfast.” The Queen pointed out. But really she was giving Y/N a preview of the scolding that would come.

“I was not hungry, mother.” Y/N replied.

“Why on earth are you dressed like that?” Her mother looked her up and down, utterly disgusted with the cheap, brown dress on the princess.

Y/N knew she must lie and she had become very good at it. But before she could manipulate the words, King Steven interrupted.

“I apologize, Your Majesty. I had requested that Y/N go for a ride with me. Prince Anthony had mentioned her love for it.” Steve explained politely.

The Queen eyed him for a moment. “I see. Well, that is still no excuse for that dreadful outfit, Y/N. I agree, you should show the kingdom to our visitor. But the people cannot see their princess in such a manner. Go change and then rejoin King Steven.”

Without giving her time to argue, the Queen was leaving them, a handful of servants scurrying after her.

It left Y/N, Bucky, and Steve alone.

“You did not have to lie on my behalf, King Steven.” Y/N muttered lowly.

“A simple ‘thank you’ would suffice, Your Highness.” Steve bowed his head with an amused smirk.

It earned him a glare from Y/N. “I assure you, King Steven, I need no aid in deception. I became a master of deceit long ago.”

Steve’s face fell slightly. “I shall keep that in mind, princess.”

“Best you do,” Y/N warned. “Now if you are done with your wasted chivalry, I must bid you ado.” She tried brushing past him, but Steve gently grabbed her upper arm to stop her.

Bucky did not appreciate that at all. Though he did not unsheathe his sword or a knife, he pressed a hand to Steve’s chest and pushed him a good foot away from the princess.

“Sir James, calm yourself,” Y/N warned him cooly.

But Steve only looked mildly annoyed. He glared at Bucky’s hand, but made no move to retaliate.

“It was my mistake,” Steve claimed, as he held his hands in surrender. Then he eyed Bucky. Y/N swore she saw a smirk hidden on his lips. Steve noted how Bucky didn’t move from his place between him and Y/N.

“I see I need not worry about you, Princess Y/N. You are well looked after,” Steve thought aloud.

Bucky did not acknowledge the backhanded compliment. “I find it curious that you should worry about me at all.” Y/N countered.

Steve laughed lightly at her comment. Then he looked past Bucky and to Y/N. “Forgive me. I only wished to prolong our time together. Perhaps you really could be my guide. Then it would not be a lie.”

Y/N looked unamused with his offer and wit. She glanced at Bucky for a moment before finally nodding her head. “I cannot decide if your persistence is admirable or a nuisance, King Steven,” she sighed. “Allow me to change. I will only be a moment.”

Bucky started to follow her, but Y/N held up a hand.

“Wait here, Sir James.” She ordered harshly. “Perhaps a moment alone will give you two a much needed reunion.”

Bucky eyed her, wondering what game she was playing. But she quickly escaped to her room, leaving the two men alone.

Silence settled between them. But their ears caught echoes of the hustle and bustle of the castle: footsteps on the marble floor, servants’ hushed whispers, laughter from the royal court.

“Why did you leave?” Steve finally spoke.

Bucky shifted his weight uncomfortably, but did not answer.

“Do you feel you cannot talk to me as you once did, now that you know my birthright?” Steve pushed.

“You are a king. I am but a mere knight, Your Majesty.”

Steve sighed, “Those beliefs are exactly why I never told you when we were children. You were my best friend, Buck. King or not, I still see you as such… the time that has passed means nothing to me.”

“It does not matter how much you wish it, we will never be equals.” Bucky replied harshly.

“I thought you had died. There was an attack on your village. When I never found you again, I thought you were one of the innocent who were murdered.” Steve told him quietly.

Bucky stared at him a moment, finally catching the sadness in his old friend’s eyes. The King truly was relieved to find Bucky alive and well. But their lives were different now. They couldn’t just go back to how things were when they were boys.

Bucky took in a deep breath, “For the sake of Her Highness, I think it is best we forget our past.”

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Steve helped Y/N down the stones steps at the entrance of the castle. Now she wore a dress that was much more fitting for a princess. There was a covered carriage waiting for them.

But Y/N caught sight of a female knight wearing the emblem of Midgard. She was shorter than the men surrounding them. But she had bright red hair tied back in a tight ponytail. And she had the beauty that any princess or queen would envy.

Steve saw Y/N watching his knight.

“Y/N, this is my personal guard, Natasha.”

The knight bowed her head. “It is an honor, Your Highness.”

“It is rare to see a woman knight in these parts. The honor is all mine.” Y/N curtsied.

With the introductions over, Natasha and Bucky both mounted horses to follow the carriage, along with the royal guard. Meanwhile, Steve offered Y/N his hand as she climbed into the covered carriage.

“You do not seem like a royal who requires a personal guard, King Steven.” Y/N thought aloud as they rode towards the town’s square.

“She is more the hand of the king, my most trusted advisor. Dame Natasha sees and hears all. I trust her with my life. The bodyguard title is more for show and to calm the worries of my people.”

Y/N smiled at that, “The people only wish to see you safe.”

“Would it be too much to ask if you simply called me Steve?” He asked her quietly.

When she turned away from the window of the carriage, she was met with Steve’s pleading blue eyes. They made her weak.

“You are very forward, King Steven.” Then she sighed. “I will... only if you simply call me Y/N in return.”

Eventually their carriage stopped in the square. Commoners were already gathered around, happily waiting to catch a glimpse of a royal.

Steve helped Y/N out of the carriage. People gawked at the couple. Surely rumors would now be spreading of their engagement soon. The thought should’ve bothered Y/N more.

She started leading them towards a market, filled with foods and crafts of all sort. Bucky and Natasha were just a few steps behind. The royal guard followed their lead.

“May I ask,” Steve began, “if your mother and I had not intercepted you, where were headed?”

Y/N smiled at his nosiness, but said nothing. Instead, she bent down to smell some fresh lavender at a tent selling flowers.

Steve watched her for a moment, realizing she had no intention of telling him. “You do not trust me yet, do you, Y/N?” He finally asked her, with a sad voice.

She looked at him. “You have given me no reason to.” Her tone was cold. “I do not give trust easily, Your Majesty. Have you already forgotten that we only just met last night?”

“It is Steve… I beg you.” He instantly corrected. It seemed his title and throne embarrassed him.

Once again, he wore simply clothes of brown and black. They were well-made, but nothing extravagant. Y/N wanted to give him the moniker of The Modest King. His mind was not poisoned with ego like so many kings before him.

“Yes, it was only last night that we met,” Steve agreed. “Yet you have already made me lie to the Queen on your behalf. Have you put me under a spell, Y/N?”

Her heart beat a little heavier at the sound of just her name on his tongue. Y/N giggled at his question. “I am no witch. I suppose I have a way of bringing the mischief out of even the most well-behaved kings.”

Steve stared at her. It was obvious he was utterly smitten with her.

“Come with me back to Midgard,” He blurted out.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“I apologize…” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose out of frustration for himself. “I only meant that I have matters to attend to. I must return sooner than expected. I was only hoping you would accompany me. Your father said you have not been to Midgard since you were a child.”

“Yes, I was just a little girl.” Y/N admitted. Then a thought suddenly occurred to her. “Why did I never meet you when I was there? And why do I have no memories of you visiting Zamora as a boy?”

Steve frowned. “I was a very sickly child. They kept me locked in my bedchambers for most of my youth. My mother feared I would not make it past childhood. My ailments started to disappear the older I got… until they disappeared completely. I could not travel nor receive guests. That is why you and I have never met.”

Y/N eyes softened at his story. It only added to Steve’s terrible and heartbreaking past.

“You would not know it from the looks of you now,” She admitted as her eyes took in his height and wide shoulders. Even his thick clothes couldn’t hide the strong muscles that covered his bones.

“Yes,” Steve chuckled. “Well, I always hated the feeling of weakness that trapped me as a child. The moment I could fight it, I promised to rid myself of it forever.”

Y/N’s stomach flipped at his words. It sounded eerily similar to her conversation with Peter when he asked why she was so adamant to learn sword wielding.

Steve caught her expression drop. “Have I said something wrong?” He asked with worry.

“No.” Y/N gasped. “No, you have not. Quite the opposite, actually.”

“So you will not join me on my journey home?” Steve asked sadly. He figured her change of subject was her polite way of declining his offer.

Y/N looked uncomfortable at being put on the spot. She had trained all of her life for conversations with fellow royals and nobles. Yet Steve seemed to make her incapable of using her tricks and manipulation.

“I feel I must emphasize the invitation is without any underlying motives or false pretenses. Our kingdoms have been allies for centuries. It has been too long since a royal member of Zamora visited.” Steve seemed to become more nervous with Y/N’s silence and started rambling. “I only wish to show you my home and my people. I think you would love Midgard.”

Y/N looked back at Bucky for some reason.

Steve caught it. “You can bring whomever you wish, as well. Your guards, your ladies or servants…whomever you want. If it shall make you more comfortable, then I insist.”

“I must consult my father first…” Y/N stalled.

Steve smirked cheekily. “There is no need. I already spoke with him and your mother on the matter.”

That would explain the conversation Y/N and Bucky had interrupted with Steve and the queen earlier.

She tilted her head at his antics. Then she bent down and smelled more of the flowers at the market tent.

“Yes,” Y/N replied without looking at him. “I shall accompany you back to Midgard.”

When she finally looked at him, Steve was struggling to control his happiness.

“We will leave in two days,” he announced. Then he reached into a leather pouch that was attached to his belt and pulled out a few coins. He handed them to the trader and pointed to a bouquet of lavender.

Steve handed them to Y/N as if it was nothing. They kept walking through the market. Bucky watched on as little girls greeted their princess with giggles and little boys handed her more flowers as they passed. Women looked at her with envy and men with desire.

Y/N pointed out things to Steve here and there, explaining their history or relevance. Steve listened closely and asked many questions, proving his genuine interest in what she had to tell him.

Bucky never imagined Y/N ever being in danger when they were amongst her people. Zamora loved their princess. She had never failed them. If they had their way, she would stay in the kingdom forever, never being taken away by another king or prince due to marriage.

They strolled the streets for an hour or so before Steve suggested they head back.

Y/N remained quiet once again as she stared out the windows of the carriage.

“Y/N?” Steve asked with obvious nerves.

She turned to him.

“What happened to Bucky? Why did he ever leave Midgard and come here?”

Her eyes immediately went sad. “I believe that is a story only Sir James should tell.”

“He will not speak with me as he once did. It seems he sees my title as a betrayal. I do not believe he will ever view me as a friend again.” Steve confessed.

Y/N stared out the window, giving herself time to figure out if she wanted to share Bucky’s history with this man.

“He only told me once and then he never spoke of it again. There was a sickness traveling through the kingdom. I was bedridden and almost all of the servants were ill as well. Sir James watched over me, stayed by my bed for days. He filled the silence, my only entertainment being his stories. I do not think he believes I even remember, that my fever would have made me forget.”

Y/N stared off, “Your kingdom was at war. It was before Hydra. Sir James wanted to fight alongside his father, who was but a mere footman in the army. But his father refused it, instead he insisted Sir James stay with his mother and baby sister to look after them. The war was coming far too close to their home. However, Sir James was a stubborn thing, he tried to sneak out in the night and catch up with his father and the other soldiers.”

Y/N paused, trying to control her emotions. “But just after he left, his village was attacked by a war party of savages. Bucky saw the smoke from a distance and rode back as fast as he could. But it was too late. Half of the village was slaughtered… his mother and little sister just two of the innocent lives that were taken that day.”

“And what of his father?” Steve whispered.

“His father died in battle the next day.” Y/N took in a deep breath. “He blames himself for what happened that day... convinced he could have saved his mother and sister if he had just done what his father asked. But he was just a boy,” Y/N defended. “He would have died with them. His guilt destroyed him. It haunts him still, I know.”

“I remember that attack.” Steve admitted. “It was the reason I thought Bucky had been dead all these years. I believed he was killed with his village.”

Y/N nodded. “He said he could not bare living there any longer. Everything reminded him of his family and he no longer had a home. So he left. The poor thing almost starved to death. He had no choice but to become a mercenary. So he fought for Hydra, until he could live independently.”

“It explains the changes in him.” Steve pointed out.

“What do you mean?”

Steve stared deeply into her y/e/c eyes. “Bucky was happy and careless as a boy,” then Steve chuckled at the past. “He flirted with every pretty lady he found. All the village girls were smitten with him. He was always smiling and laughing. He had the charm of a prince that I did not.”

Y/N’s heart broke. The man Steve was describing sounded like a stranger.

“But there are still whispers of his old self,” Steve assured her. “I was teased for how little and sickly I was then. Bucky always defended me. He picked fights and dragged me out of the ones I was not strong enough to win. He was protective and fiercely loyal.”

Y/N smirked, recognizing those features. “He still is,” she hummed.

When they returned to the castle, the stiffness of royalty consumed them once again.

Steve helped Y/N out of the carriage, but he held onto her hand longer than necessary. Y/N looked up at him, hypnotized by his bright blue eyes.

“Thank you for humoring me today and being my guide. I very much enjoyed it.” He dipped his head with bashfulness.

Y/N curtsied. “I shall see you at dinner tonight… Steve.”

She smirked at how his eyes lit up from her finally using his first name and leaving out the title of ‘king’.

He nodded excitedly and watched her walk into the castle, Bucky close behind.

Steve felt Natasha’s presence at his side as his eyes stayed glued on Y/N’s retreating form.

“You are dangerously smitten, Your Majesty.” Her voice was low, yet playful.

“She is a rare beauty, Natasha.” He stated quietly.

“That she is… but she will not be easy to woo.”

Steve turned to his guard, “I know.”

Natasha nodded slowly. “Careful, Your Majesty. Make sure you are after the prize and not the challenge.”

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Bucky could practically feel the chaos in Y/N’s head as he escorted her back to her wing of the castle. She was caught inside her mind and Bucky wanted to know why.

When they reached her door, she stopped and her hand hovered over the handle.

Then she slowly turned around and stared at him. By some miracle, the halls were empty and there was no servants or guards around.

Bucky squinted, trying to figure out what she was thinking or why she was looking at him with such agony.

Y/N cupped his cheek with her right hand and traced his cheekbone, then moving down to do the same to his jawline.

Bucky couldn’t help but melt into her touch. As much as he tried to fight it, he couldn’t resist leaning into her palm.

“You are not alone, Bucky. No matter where I go, you will always have a piece of me. Do you understand?” Her words were in a slow whisper.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. But he covered her hand that was on his cheek with his own and nodded. It didn’t take him long to guess that Steve had told her something about his childhood.

Then Y/N stepped away, bringing them back to reality.

“King Steven has asked me to accompany him on his journey back to Midgard. He wishes to show me his kingdom. Will you join me?” Her voice had returned to her curt princess tone.

“Where you go, I will always follow, Your Highness.” Bucky answered.

“I would not hold it against you if you refused. Will it not be painful to return to your homeland, Sir James?”

Bucky shifted his weight awkwardly and refused to me her gaze.

“What is it?” She persisted.

“I…I do not like to be away from you. It makes me restless.” He admitted with slight embarrassment. It was a rarity to see Sir James lose his confidence and calm demeanor.

“Perhaps it is time for me to finally return home,” he added quietly.

Part VII

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green-eyeddragonfanfiction · 6 years

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War of Attrition: Chapter 23

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader Summary: Best friends with Steve Rogers, renowned Howling Commando, and married to one James Buchanan Barnes, your life wasn’t perfect, but it was as close as it could possibly be in the middle of World War II. Then you fell from a train in the Alps, and everything changed. You spent nearly 70 years as a tool of Hydra alongside your beloved, though your past with him was more often than not forgotten. Tony learns the truth. Bucky gets taken to Berlin. Steve and Tony fight. Your and Bucky’s future hangs in the balance. Warnings: Swearing (always), blood, violence, mentions of murder/death Word Count: ~4,637 A/N:

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He stared at you for a long time, to the point that it was almost uncomfortable, before he nodded. “Alright, fine. I’ll see what I can do. There’ll be a lo-”

“Tony.” The sound of his name made him pause, fingertip halfway to his Starkpad, eyebrow raised in question. “There’s one more thing you should know about me and Bucky.”

You didn’t try to block the hit. You saw it coming a mile away, but it wasn’t like you didn’t deserve it.

The was a surprising amount of force behind it, but you reminded yourself that Tony spent most of his time in a workshop. Working with heavy machinery all day lent to more muscle than one would expect from a genius billionaire playboy.

Your head whipped to the side with the force of the blow and you’d barely turned your head to look back at him before the next blow came, his fist sending your head swiveling the other direction.

He was probably being trained by someone- Steve, maybe Tasha?- because his knee came up with surprising swiftness and you felt the air rush out of your lungs.

The blows didn’t stop and, predictably, the elbow came next, crashing into your face with a strength that probably would have concussed a normal person. As it was, you let the force of the blow topple you to the floor of the plane.

Tony was on you instantly, eyes wild and shining with unshed tears as he rained blows upon you; everywhere from your face to your stomach.

“You killed them!” he screeched, fury and grief twisting his face into something you almost didn’t recognize. “Give me my suit, FRIDAY!” he called to the AI, tone deadly.

“I’m afraid I can’t let that happen at the moment, Master Stark,” Alfred said quietly. He’d been told not to let Tony have any suits, but you’d told him not to interfere otherwise. This was a long time coming and you’d take whatever Stark would dole out without complaint.

Tony swore loudly and landed a few more haymakers on your face. One of them nearly disconnected the optic wires that connected your cybernetic eye, but the visual feed only shuddered dangerously before resuming normal function. You knew, however, that your eye would probably swell shut from the blow.

“FRIDAY, override the AI. Now,” he barked.

“I tried, boss, but they have control of those systems right now,” the female-voiced AI said.

Tony cussed again and hopped off of you, but you made no move to get up. Your body ached distantly; it wasn’t the worst damage you’d suffered (not by a long shot) but your body still protested at the slightest movement.

He picked up the twisted hunk of metal that was his pistol and gripped it in his fist as he stalked back over.

“Help my wife... please... help...”

The video was playing on repeat in the background, Howard Stark’s dying plea filling the cabin, nearly drowned out by the sound of the hunk of metal being used as a blunt weapon against your face and body. You were fairly sure you felt your nose break and bit your tongue to choke back the scream of pain.

“(Y/N)...?”

Tears leaked out of your eyes and slid down the sides of your face and into your hair, but you were too broken to know if they’re from the pain of the beating Tony was giving you or the pain of reliving that moment again.

“He recognized you and you still killed him! You killed your friend!” Tony yelled, red in the face now. Apparently the gun wasn’t satisfying enough because he returned to using his fists. Each time he hit you his knuckles came away bloodier, but you knew at least some of it was his. You could feel cuts and bruises on every inch of your face, but Tony wasn’t done yet.

“Howard! How-”

Maria Stark’s voice acted like a match to a powder keg and Tony rose. You didn’t dare to hope it was over and you were rewarded for your wariness because a second later Tony was stomping down on your left leg, right at the junction between metal and flesh.

You did scream then, the fake nerves on fire as your flesh ground against the metal plates. Even without having to look you knew it was bleeding at the seam of the metal.

“I bet you made it quick, didn’t you? But not too quick, no. You had to make it look like an accident. First you had to run their car off the road. Then you had to make it look like they’d died in the impact, so you crushed my father’s head while your maggot of a husband choked the life out of my mom? Because bullets would have given it away. So you had to get up close and personal and do it. Isn’t that right?” he spat, as he stomped on your fingers and dug his heel into the meat of your hand, giving special focus to the area where the metal met skin.

You let yourself feel the pain. If you dissociated you’d become the Asset and Tony would be dead before he could blink.

So you screamed as the wiring in your hands was pulled and tugged out of their places, blood and nerves left exposed.

“Say something, you piece of shit!” he yelled as the video started over. You could hear the crash of the car hitting the tree.

You blinked up at him, though it was getting hard as blood had started leaking into your eyes. He was taking in great heaving breaths and he had more than one spot of blood on his suit.

And you remained silent, because what could you possibly say to this man? What could you ever do to make it right? There was nothing.

He growled when you said nothing and was on top of you again in a flash, hunk of warped gun in his hand. He brought it above his head, raised and ready to strike a blow you knew would split your skull in two, enhancements or no, and closed your eyes.

“Be sure of what you’re about to do, Anthony Edward Stark, because there’s no going back. For either of us.” It was hard to talk with a split lip and your face was already starting to well. It also didn’t help that your head was ringing from the blows, making it even harder to think.

I’m so sorry.

You felt him tense above you and you waited for the blow to come.

It felt like hours, though you knew it was only seconds. However, it was much longer than you’d been expecting.

You cracked open a single eye- the only one you could open right then- and looked up at Tony.

He was frozen, staring at you with such hatred that you nearly recoiled. His dark brown eyes met yours and that broke the spell.

He dropped the useless hunk of gun to the ground, taking you completely by surprise. His fingertips tapped away at his watch and you watched as it transformed into a small Iron Man gauntlet. You barely had time to think about how you should have noticed it before he was pointing it at you.

A huge blast of concussive energy hit you point blank and the world faded to black.

Steve’s POV

They flew them from Bucharest to Berlin. He, Sam, and T’Challa were under heavy guard the entire time, their suits, his shield, Sam’s wings and weapons all confiscated.

The guard they had Bucky under paled in comparison. They’d put him in a sort of reinforced glass cage, but Steve never managed to glimpse his friend behind all of the guards and vehicles, only the reinforced container that no human being had any right being kept in.

“So you like cats?”

Steve glanced behind himself at this friend, face serious. “Sam,” he chastised. This wasn’t the time to be provoking T’Challa.

“What? Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don’t wanna know more?” Sam asked. From Steve’s spot in the van he could just barely see part of T’Challa’s face, but the warrior-king didn’t turn around to look at them. For all the reaction he showed, Sam might not have even spoken.

Sam had a point, at least, and Steve frowned at the back of T’Challa’s head. “Your suit. It’s Vibranium?” he asked, hoping his voice wasn’t accusatory.

That, at least, got a reaction out of T’Challa, slight though it was. He turned his head enough to be able to see Steve out of his peripheral vision, expression neutral but unnaturally so, hiding the anger underneath. “The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. A mantle passed from warrior to warrior.” As he spoke his gaze returned to the front of the van. “And now because your friends murdered my father, I also wear the mantle of king.” Steve recognized the loss in his voice- it was one he knew all too well. “So, I ask you... as both warrior and king-” he turned his head enough to stare at Steve, challenge and anger radiating off of him in waves despite his calm posture, “-how long do you think you can keep your friends safe from me?”

Steve felt himself glaring at the threat so, instead of acting rashly, he turned his glower on the headrest of the driver’s seat and bit out, “You’ve got the wrong people.”

T’Challa didn’t answer that, but Steve could practically feel his dismissal in the man’s posture.

The rest of the very short ride was suffered in silence. Steve watched through the metal grating that covered windows as the long line of military vehicles and cop cars turned into a large building. It was separated into two halves on either side of the river, connected by a sky bridge.

The road tilted downward and the surroundings vanished as the van drove into the underground part of the complex. The tunnel was longer than Steve expected, but eventually the walls opened again to reveal a large, bunker-like room.

By the time they let Steve, Sam, and T’Challa out of the van Bucky had already been unloaded from the huge armored van. He was looking around at the guards as they checked the cage in a sort of resigned way.

The MP standing between him and Bucky’s cage gestured to someone behind Steve so he turned and was surprised to see Sharon standing next to a short man in a grey suit that had an air of self importance that immediately grated on Steve’s nerves. Steve hoped his face remained impassive; Sharon was supposed to be guarding (Y/N), not helping wrangle the situation in Berlin. She barely glanced at him, the only outward sign of nervousness the way she shifted from foot to foot.

“What’s gonna happen to him?” Steve asked the two of them, all business as he stalked towards them, T’Challa and Sam close behind.

“Same thing that oughta happen to you,” the man in the suit said with a smarmy smile. “Psychological evaluation and extradition.” He looked pleased as hell and Steve wanted to punch him in the face.

Sharon seemed to sense this and quickly spoke up. “This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander.” Steve didn’t miss the way she couldn’t seem to make eye contact with him.

“What about their lawyer?”

If anything, Ross’ smile became even more smug. “Lawyer. That’s funny.” Sharon glanced at Ross, frown on her face, but said nothing. “See that their weapons are placed in lockup,” he said, head tilting towards the MPs escorting the three of them. “Oh, we’ll write you a receipt,” he said, all false geniality.

“I better not look out the window and see anyone flying around in that,” Sam said testily. Ross, however, paid him no mind and was already walking deeper into the building with Steve, T’Challa, and Sam following warily behind. Steve threw one last look over his shoulder, just in time to see reinforced concrete doors shut with Bucky behind them. The defeated look on his face made Steve feel like there was a hot knife twisting in his gut.

He’d failed you.

They made it all of five feet before Ross paused and pulled his phone out of his pocket (Steve had no idea how the man had cell service down here). Whoever was talking to him on the other end of the line gave him something to smile about and Steve felt a little bit of dread curl in the pit of his stomach. Steve had decided within five seconds of meeting the man that whatever made him smile was something to be concerned about.

He turns a triumphant smile on Steve and holds his arms out grandly. “I hope you enjoyed your brief stint, Captain. We’re going to have a nice long conversation about why you tried to stop my men from apprehending Barnes, but the good guys come out on top in the end. Stark’s on his way and he’s bringing something that’ll make my year,” Ross said, hands clasped together as though praying to some deity for making his life.

Neither he, Sam, nor T’Challa took the obvious bait, but Sharon- thanks to her job- had to ask, “What’s the situation, sir?”

Ross turned a megawatt smile on her. “We have the matching set! I honestly thought she’d go to ground after we caught her accomplice, but Stark’s bringing the illustrious Misses Barnes with him. His helicopter’s due to land in a few minutes!” he said, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “Both Winter Soldiers in one day! Pinch me, I’m dreaming!” he gushed as he turned away again and practically strutted towards the doors.

Steve’s eyes were wide, looking between Sharon and Ross in horror. She looked as confused as he did, but hastily turned and trailed after her boss.

The MPs shoved him forward and Steve’s brain kicked back into gear, feet quickly eating up the gap that had grown between him and Ross. He could hear Sam trying to keep up and knew, even though he couldn’t hear him, T’Challa was close behind.

The guards kept Steve from getting too close to Ross and Sharon was just as clueless as he was, so it was a bit of relief when the elevator doors opened and Natasha stepped out and immediately made a beeline for him, expression severe.

“For the record, this is what making things worse looks like,” she said as she went to stand beside him.

Steve didn’t look at her, just watched as Ross and Sharon disappeared into one of the elevators while they waited for the next one. “He’s alive.” He glanced at her, then, and saw that she was glancing around warily. “What Ross said about Tony having (Y/N). Is that true?”

He could see her green eyes flick up to him and then away again. “We’ll see in a few minutes. Stark is landing any second now.”

The elevator ride to the operations room was awkward at best. Sam, Steve, and Natasha all crammed into one elevator with guards while T’Challa rode in a different one.

When the doors finally opened Steve was met with a hive of activity and a plethora of screens monitoring just about everything in the building, including where Bucky was being held.

A set of doors on the other end of room opened and Tony marched through, looking thunderous.

Ross, however, didn’t seem to notice. “There’s the Iron Man of the hour! We’ve already sent teams up to secure the fugitive. I’m assuming she’s being contained by one of your inventions, so-”

Tony glared at him. “Actually she’s just unconscious. Have at ‘er,” he said bitterly. In all the years he’d known Tony, Steve had only heard him talk like that once or twice, all regarding painful things. For someone who had apparently apprehended one of the most dangerous assassins in the world, he seemed surprisingly... fine? Physically, at least.

So when Tony looked around the room, spotted Steve through the glass of the meeting room, and glared, Steve felt his hackles rise. He left Ross gaping as he cut a warpath through the room, directly to Steve.

Natasha put a hand on his shoulder to slow him down, but he brushed it aside and placed a hand to the center of Steve’s chest, pushing him backwards until he hit the wall.

The entire room around them froze, everyone carefully assessing what was happening.

“Did you know?” Tony hissed between clenched teeth, dark brown eyes searching.

Steve was floored. The only other time Tony had acted like this towards him was when they were all being influenced by Loki’s scepter. “What are you talkin-” he began, but Tony’s face twisted with anger.

“Did you know they killed my parents?” he yelled. If Steve wasn’t enhanced, the fingers on his chest would have been painful. Now that Steve really looked, he could tell Tony was on the verge of crying.

The world fell out from under Steve’s feet for a moment. Sure, he’d had his suspicions. After spending so much time researching and looking for the Winter Soldiers, he probably knew more about them than just about anyone else (not even counting what he knew about them before they were brainwashed and enhanced). He thought they might be responsible, but to tell Tony that without proof? Bring up that pain again when he couldn’t be sure? What was the point?

“I didn’t know it was them,” Steve answered, heart clenching painfully.

Tony grabbed him by the shirt and tugged him forward, eyes going a bit manic. “Don’t bullshit me, Rogers,” he hissed venomously. “Did. You. Know?”

Steve stared at Tony- his friend- searchingly. There was no point in softening the blow, was there? No sense in lying, not about something so important. He clenched his jaw, mouth set in a tight line. “Yes.”

Tony reeled as if he’d been struck and took a step back, Steve’s shirt falling from his grasp. Steve watched him, wary, as Stark turned half away from him, chest heaving. When he glanced down it took him a second to realize what he was seeing.

Tony’s knuckles had been reduced to a bloody mess.

It all clicked into place. “Tony, what did you-”

Steve saw the hit coming but he was too stunned by the sudden turn of events to find the wherewithal to block or dodge it.

Tony’s bloody fist connected with the side of Steve’s head, though Steve had a feeling Tony had taken more damage than he did. Blood that wasn’t his own coated his jaw and Steve stared at Tony, shocked. Natasha and Sam were between them in an instant because Tony looked like he wanted to go after Steve again.

“She had a recording of it, you know! Of them killing my parents! I got to watch her bash my dad’s skull in and hear the gasps from my mom as he squeezed the life out of her!” Tony seethed, eyes wild and dangerous.

Steve’s hand drifted up of its own accord and swiped at the blood. “It wasn’t them, Tony. Hydra had control of their minds.”

Tony barely blinked. “I don’t care. They killed my mom.”

Steve didn’t know what to say to that. Tony wasn’t thinking straight right now, not that Steve could blame him. Trying to get him to see- to understand- would be nigh impossible right now.

“Tony!” It was Natasha who spoke up, voice clear and demanding enough that he finally looked away from Steve, though the wild, hunted look in his eyes didn’t go away. “I know you’re hurting right now, but it’s done. They’ve been captured. What happens to them next isn’t up to us. Any of us,” she said, looking between Steve and Tony pointedly at that last sentence. The hint of sadness in her voice might have slipped under the radar for the others, but Steve recognized it for what it was.

Tony’s hand remained clenched at this sides and he looked carefully from Steve, to Natasha, and to all the gawking onlookers before he turned and stalked away before sitting down almost violently at one of the free chairs in the room.

Despite what people thought, Steve knew when to leave well enough alone. This was a fight for another day, when Tony had some time to process what had happened.

A flurry of activity at the other end of the room caught his attention and, when his enhanced vision let him see the the feed from the cameras on the roof, he found himself walking forward, needing to get a closer look.

He ignored the protests of the people at their stations and stared, horrified, as a team wheeled you out on a gurney, oxygen mask over your mouth and nose. Your face was so swollen and bloody that Steve could hardly recognize you. In fact, if it wasn’t for the metal legs and golden wiring, he wouldn’t have been able to.

A medical team- surrounded by heavily armed guards- was swarming around you as they led you into the building. Steve could see the heavy metal restraints tying your legs in place. Imposing but decidedly less powerful restraints held your arms in place. He could see Natasha walk up beside him out of the corner of his eye, but his eyes were riveted to the screen in front of him.

“Who did this?” Steve asked, as calmly and evenly as he could manage. Even before Hydra got a hold of her and Bucky (Y/N) was a force to be reckoned with. That she’d been subdued- even by Tony or a large group of elite soldiers- was practically laughable. Well, no. Tony could do it but- “Don’t answer that. I already know,” Steve said, turning slowly to stare at Tony who had his back to the two of them.

Natasha glanced between them, eyes lingering on the screen that was following your progress through the halls of the compound. “You don’t know what happened, Steve.”

Steve turned an unimpressed stare on her as Sam walked up and whistled lowly at the screen, looking away when he got a particularly high res image of the damage. “She’s beat black and blue and the only damage he has is on his knuckles? Want to explain to me how that one happened, Nat?” he snarled.

Sam nodded, though he looked less than thrilled by this news. “Don’t get wounds like that in an Iron Man suit and something tells me he’d have more than a few scrapes on his knuckles if she was fighting him for real.”

Natasha’s mouth was set in a hard line, but even she couldn’t deny that. Knowing he was right, Steve looked over her head at Ross, who was talking to people on a radio. “You’re going to stabilize her and treat her wounds, right?” he asked, tone leaving little room for arguments.

Ross, however, was nearly foolish in his righteousness. “Can’t get information from her if she’s dead,” was all the answer he gave before he turned back to the monitors.

It was a yes, backhanded as it was, and a tiny weight was taken off his shoulders. They wouldn’t let you die because they needed you. He could work with that for now.

“This way,” Natasha said quietly, jerking her head ever so slightly in the direction of the glass box of a conference room in the center of the operations center. Steve gave Ross and the monitors one last glance before he followed her, Sam following closely. Tony glared at them as they passed, but Steve couldn’t look at him right then. He was too angry.

The doors slid closed silently behind Sam and they took a seat the table. To Steve’s surprise Sharon came in hot on their heels, face unreadable. “She’s being taken to medical under heavy guard. Her injuries aren’t life-threatening. It was a sonic blast that knocked her unconscious, not the head trauma. We’re trying to get a scan but it’s difficult with all of the tech in her head. We think nothing’s broken, but they can’t be sure without more information.”

Steve leaned back in his seat and let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. He saw Natasha do the same, though more subtly. “Does Bucky know? That she’s here?”

Sharon frowned slightly and turned away to watch the screens; one of (Y/N) in the medical wing, the other of Bucky in his pod. From the looks of it, they’d sent someone in to talk to him. She shook her head. “Ross wants to keep him as calm as possible for the time being. Chances are that once she’s been stabilized and had some time to heal she’ll be used as leverage to get information from him. A lot of what they do and where they’ve been is a mystery, but one thing always seems to hold true; they’re always together.”

Steve tried to hold back a glower and probably failed. “Because they’re still in there. They still love each other.”

Sharon’s gaze slid from the monitors to Steve, but Steve looked away, not wanting to see the pity in her eyes. “They were also partners for years, Steve. If our data’s correct they went on hundreds of missions together. That could easily be the reason why they stay together. Either way, it seems like the best way to coerce them into talking.”

Steve sighed and buried his face in his hands, taking a second to collect his thoughts. “She seemed convinced that someone was out there pulling the strings- something we didn’t see. What if she was right?”

Natasha frowned and leaned forward slightly. “What are you talking about, Steve?”

Steve spotted the photo- the one of “Bucky” next to the news van- on the desk and picked it up, showing it to the other three. “Why would the Task Force release this photo to begin with?”

Sharon shrugged, gesturing halfheartedly with her hand. “Get the word out? Involve as many eyes as we can?” she suggested with a little shake of her head.

Steve nodded. “Right. That’s a good way to flush a guy out of hiding.”

“Set of a bomb, get your picture taken,” Natasha said quietly, green eyes calculating as she watched Steve closely.

“Get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldiers,” Steve added.

Sharon nodded, eyes downcast as she thought about it. “You’re saying someone framed them to find them.”

Sam shook his head, fingers laced together on the table in front of him. “Steve, we looked for them for two years and found nothing.”

“We didn’t bomb the UN,” Steve countered.

Natasha nodded minutely. “That turns a lot of heads.”

Sharon was staring at the ground, hand on her hip as she thought about it. “Yeah but that doesn’t guarantee that whoever framed him would get him. It guarantees that we would.”

There was a pause in which the words sunk in, then the four of them looked up at the screen showing Bucky’s cell, eyes widening in understanding.

“Yeah,” Steve said gravely as he stared at the image of the psychologist’s back.

As if on cue, the lights in the room flickered and died and the emergency lights turned on, bathing the room in a red glow. Sam perked up immediately but Natasha was out of her seat in an instant, looking at the people around her.

Steve turned in a slow circle before his gaze finally fell on Sharon.

She took one look at him and steeled herself. “Sub-level five, East Wing.”

Sam, Steve, and Natasha were headed for the door before she’d even finished talking.

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