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[nephilimeq]

Frosthawk Moments - Canon

So I made some gifs from some scenes in the first Avengers movie that no one ever talks about. I think most people have completely missed it because I've never actually seen anyone comment on it.

This:

Clint Barton actually hits Loki!

CLINT. HIT. LOKI.

That bullet hits—and then ricochets, and then Loki reacts like this:

He immediately retaliates, and if Clint hadn't ducked out of the way because he's incredibly good at that, he would have been obliterated head-on!

And as we all remember, Clint then gets back up after everyone else has been knocked down, and this moment happens here:

And this? This is when Clint realizes that Loki is far stronger than he was expecting—it's a great bit of acting on Renner's part, because you can see him realize 'holy crap, this guy is something else entirely'. Canonically, Hawkeye is the strongest of all the agents without any 'extras' and he's always been able to handle himself and this is the first time he's been up against something like this.

You can see his expression go from "ow, that hurts" to "wait...what the fuck?" and it's just so damn brilliant.

I always had the thought that Loki was getting irritated because he's aimed at the guy more than twice and not only did Clint dodge, but he got back up to keep fighting! Loki's literally thinking, You keep getting back up! Stop it!

...and I have always been certain that this was the moment he saw something in him.

This is why he said, "You have heart."

I genuinely think Loki was planning on killing him up until that point, but when he saw that this human had such a drive and passion to fight, he knew that this was the right person to protect him. I would like to remind people that Loki was actually still severely incapacitated, it just didn't seem that way because he was still stronger compared to humans.

Then in the scene that occurs right before the deleted scene (which explains so much more) we have this:

Look at how Loki looks at him, almost as though he's measuring just how adept he is and how smart he is. This is when Clint is explaining how he chose the location because they need the three levels of lead-lined flooring to keep S.H.I.E.L.D. from finding the cube. This is Loki realizing he chose the right person because right after this we hear him see, "I see why Fury chose you to guard it," acknowledging just how smart and adaptive he is.

And then there's an entire scene between the two of them that was cut from the final draft.

Which never. Should have been. DELETED.

Take this for instance:

You see all of those people? You see all of that massive set up??

NONE OF THAT WAS LOKI.

Everything that you see in the planning throughout the rest of the Avengers movie that seemed to be Loki was all Clint Barton outsmarting and outwitting S.H.I.E.L.D. He was the one who even came up with the plan for Loki to purposely get himself captured!!

Now let's talk about this scene here:

"I want to know everything you can tell me about this team of his. I would...test their' mettle."

Like...HELLO??? This tells us right here that Clint was the one who gave up all the information and told Loki everything about all of the Avengers! We can glean from the fact that we saw Clint in the first Thor movie (with Coulson) that he has been fully aware of the Avengers way before anyone else knew about it.

He had the most information besides Coulson. Which means that Loki went into his "capture" already knowing all about Clint and Nat's relationship, which also allows us to deduce that he also knew that Natasha was playing him from the beginning! He knew she would figure it out, so he was stalling for time—and that was it!

Then we have this:

Clint: "If you're set on making yourself known...could be useful." Loki: "Tell me what you need."

This is the dialogue that takes place here, and it explains so much. The way they originally cut the movie, it jumps from the scene with Selvig to the dialogue at the tail end of this deleted scene—which now, if you rewatch the movie, you will see is a glaringly obvious cut.

But this entire deleted scene sets up the rest. of the freaking. MOVIE.

This deleted scene shows us that Hawkeye was the mastermind behind not only taking down the helicarrier with only a few arrows, but also the one who planned the entire attack...just to get Loki back out after he triggered the Hulk.

Fury (over comms): "It's Barton. He took out our systems. He's headed for the detention level!"

ALL. CLINT'S. PLAN.

I am of the mind why they cut this scene was solely to put the blame on Loki, because if they had kept this scene in it would have become painfully obvious that Loki wouldn't have made it as far on his own and only made it so far because of Clint.

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[brooke0297]

Make You Feel My Love (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Sized Female Reader

Summary: “I will tell you everyday how much I love you and how perfect you are to me. If you can’t believe it for yourself, I’ll believe it for both of us.” When the reader is having trouble loving herself, Bucky tries to remind her.

Warnings: Angsty beginning with happy ending; talk about gaining weight/slightly negative body talk; slight allusions to smut (blink and you'll miss them); mentions of past injury (gsw, passing out).

Author's Note: For me, being plus sized can be great and sometimes not so great. So I wrote this story for me and I hope that you like it. Comments and reblogs always appreciated!

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“I’m not going!”

Bucky leaned his head against the door to the bathroom and sighed.

“Doll, please come out so we can talk?”

“No! Bucky I’m not going so can you please leave?”

“Baby, please I just want to talk to you.”

Bucky waited, and he could feel his heart cracking when he heard the muffled sniffles coming from the bathroom. He glanced over to the doorway into his room and shook his head at Steve and Wanda, who were peering into the room. They slowly backed away as he continued to knock on the bathroom door. 

There was a September Foundation gala happening in just over four hours and the compound was buzzing with preparations. Tony had been at the tower all week, waltzing around and telling a team of interns and designers to move decorations three inches to the left (with Pepper following close behind to move them back to their proper place). The team was in full glam mode with stylists and makeup artists running from room to room.

Which is why when he’d heard the slam of the door to Y/N’s room and a personal stylist huffing angrily down the corridor, he had poked his head into her room to see what the matter was. Only to catch the tail of her robe disappearing into her bathroom. He’d knocked, only to be denied entry with a firm refusal to open the door. Which is where he was now, standing barefoot in front of her bathroom begging her to let him in.

“Can you at least tell me if you need me to track down that stylist and put the fear of God in them?” he tried.

“Please don’t, Bucky.” Y/N whimpered and Bucky sobered immediately. 

“Baby, please let me in because I’m starting to panic and I will break down this door if I have to. Especially if someone hurt you.” he said gravely.

“No one hurt me, Buck! Please I just need you to leave me alone!” she insisted. Bucky sighed, turning from the door to sit beside it. He was trying really hard to not let the rejection sting, but there was a part of him deep down that was still bothered.

He and Y/N had been together just a little over 8 months. She had started working at the compound a few weeks after he’d joined the Avengers as an analyst and had become an integral part of the team. He’d never known mission briefings to be as interesting as they were once Y/N had come aboard. They had flirted, a glimmer of the old Bucky breaking through the trauma and insecurities, and he’d been toying with the idea of asking her to dinner.

But then a mission in Versailles threw a wrench in the plans. It was supposed to be a quick in and out reconnaissance mission: Steve and Nat with Bucky for backup. But Y/N needed to also come to decrypt the files Nat was retrieving from the museum. Nat was on lookout, but the guards were too quick and before she could take them all out and before he had reached the threshold of the office, one had gotten off a shot. Dr. Cho had told them later that a millimeter closer and it would have severed Y/N’s carotid. Instead it had fractured her collar bone and sent her careening into the window behind her, shattering the glass. Bucky had felt a glimmer of the old soldier, long dormant since Shuri’s reprogramming had been successful, take over and the remaining guards were dead before they could draw another breath. Steve ordered him to provide cover as the four of them escaped and flew home as fast as they could. All Bucky remembered from that night was holding Y/N’s hand as she sobbed in pain and whispering assurances in her ear until she passed out from the pain and blood loss.

He hadn’t left her side the two days she was in the med bay. When she woke up after surgery, he was there. He had tried to leave her once, to give her space, but she had already tugged him closer and pulled his lips down to meet hers in a gentle but passionate kiss.

“Sorry it took me so long, but getting shot will do that,” she’d murmured. He’d laughed and kissed her again. And he hadn’t stopped for 8 months.

Now though, he worried that something had happened. Maybe she had finally realized the Soldier and his actions were too much to excuse and she couldn’t bring herself to break it off gently? Maybe she’d found someone with less baggage?

“Y/N. I just…I just need you to know how much I love you. You are the most important thing in the world to me and your happiness is priority number one for me. I…I would not be alive now if it wasn’t for you and you are the reason that I wake up in the morning.”

He heard some shuffling and then he could feel her body lean against the door. He got up and rested his head against where he knew hers would rest.

“I love you too, Bucky.” she whispered. Bucky felt the hole in his heart mend itself and he sighed in relief.

“Baby, I know you might not want to talk about it and if you really don’t want to go tonight, I will respect that. But I really do need you to open the door. Please, because I never want you to feel like you have to shut me out. We’re partners and when something bothers you, it bothers me.”

“I know Buck. It just…ugh I hate this feeling!” she groaned. She sniffled again and Bucky waited.

“My dress doesn’t fit.” she whispered. Bucky felt his heart skip and he sighed in defeat.

Y/N was plus sized. She was a beautiful, confident woman who embraced her curves and never let archaic societal expectations get in the way of loving herself. Bucky was enamored with her confidence and considered her the sexiest woman he’d ever met. But there were days where clothes fit tighter or sitting in a theater was uncomfortable, and Y/N was reminded that the world was not created for people who looked like her. Bucky would try to listen to what she needed in the moment: space, righteous anger, ect. And he was always sure to worship her body when they were alone. He loved all of her, every single part, and he tried everyday to tell her.

The stylists had received strict instructions from Nat and Pepper (and him) to provide more than enough dresses in her size to give her a wide range. She’d had a ball trying them on and modeling them for the girls and she’d promised him that he could have his fun getting her out of the dress (with a slight preview that night).

“Baby,” he murmured sadly.

“I know that I haven’t been eating super well and my shoulder was bothering me so I haven’t been to the training gym in a couple weeks but… I just thought… it hasn’t been that long! And the dress wasn’t snug the last time I tried it on…” she sniffled again.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I know how much you loved that dress.” he said into the door.

“It’s dumb,” she said, tearfully. “I shouldn’t be crying over a stupid dress but…it’s just one of those things, y’know?”

“It’s not dumb, Y/N.” Bucky said, vehemently. “Nothing you feel is ever dumb. And you never have to minimize what you’re feeling, especially with me.”

“I know, baby. And I love you so much. I just…I don’t want to feel like this. I’ve worked really hard to love my body and all it takes is a stupid dress for it to all come crashing down.”

Bucky stood silent for a moment, wishing he could take away the hurt she was feeling. Even for a moment.

“Doll? Can you open the door for me? I want to see you.” he murmured gently. He heard Y/N sigh before the lock twisted and the handle turned. He waited as she gently swung the door open.

The dress was a cobalt blue, tea length dress with pleats in the skirt. The bust had molded cups and was held up by thin spaghetti straps. Bucky’s eyes ran up the dress to meet Y/N’s frustrated glance. Her eyes were swollen from crying and she looked frazzled and defeated.

“It’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever worn, and it won’t freaking zip,” Y/N grumbled, turning and showing Bucky the gaping back. Sure enough, the clasps of her strapless bra and the top of her shapewear showed from between the teeth of the zipper.

“The stylist tried three times to get that zipper to work and they finally gave up. Bucky, this is humiliating!” Y/N’s lip trembled and her eyes began to glass over with tears.

“Hey, hey look at me,” Bucky insisted. He took her face in his hands and met her gaze intently.

“First thing is: I love you more than anything on this earth. You are the single most important thing in my life.” he began. Y/N choked back a sob as Bucky pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“The second is…” he turned them to face the full length mirror sitting in the corner of Y/N’s room. Bucky’s arms wrapped around her waist and he rested his head on her shoulder. He could feel the smooth fabric of the dreaded dress in his flesh hand and the warmth of her skin underneath. How many times had he held her this way, reveling in the feel of her surrounding him? How many times had he traced patterns on her soft skin? He didn’t think he would ever tire of it.

“The second is that you are perfect no matter what you wear. You could be wearing the most haute couture outfit or my old t-shirt that mysteriously keeps finding its way into your laundry basket and you will still be the most beautiful, most radiant woman that I have ever had the honor of calling my partner.”

Y/N bit her lip to push back the tears as her arms came up to cover his around her waist. He could feel her melting into his embrace and he kissed her shoulder beside the loose strap of her dress.

“I know that there will be other days like this ahead, and while I wish that there won’t be, all I can do is promise to always tell you all the ways that you are so much more than the dress size you wear. You are sweet and kind and smart and hilarious. You never let Sam and Tony get away with the bullshit and you are fiercely loyal to the people you love. And I have never seen someone be able to reconnaissance a three floor HYDRA warehouse faster than you can. You are the glue that holds our team together, Y/N. You have saved our lives more times than I can count. 

“And there are still days that I can’t believe you even glanced in my direction, let alone chose me to hold your heart. You saw through the darkness and destruction in my soul and you helped me let the light in. I will spend everyday making myself worthy of your love, but you never ever have to shrink yourself to a box to make others love you.”

Y/N turned in his arms and pulled him down to meet her lips in a searing kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck to tangle in the hair at the base of his neck, and his hands traveled from her hips and around her back to pull her closer.

When they pulled away, lips swollen and breathless, he cupped her cheek and stroked his thumb across her face.

“If you don’t want to go to this gala, I will happily tell Tony to fuck off and we will do whatever you want to do,” he promised. Y/N sighed, looking away briefly.

“I want to go so badly, but the dress…”

“...has arrived!” came a voice from the doorway. They turned to see Nat and the stylist from before striding in with a garment bag slung over their shoulder. Bucky remembered suddenly that their name was Zo.

“What?” Y/N asked, confused. “What are you talking about? I’m currently wearing the dress and it does not fit.”

“You’re currently wearing that version of the dress,” Zo said, unzipping the garment bag to reveal an identical dress to the one Y/N was wearing. Y/N stared at it, dumbfounded.

“I was told this was one of a kind,” she murmured, reaching out to feel the fabric.

“Well as far as the stylists knew, it was. But I know this designer and she is working on expanding her plus size brand, so I had a hunch she had some sample sizes stashed somewhere. All it took was a quick phone call, a police escort thanks to Tony Stark, and now you have your dream dress that I will happily tailor to you. But I am not a miracle worker so say buh-bye to your hunky arm candy and let us work our magic! We only have three and a half hours to make you dazzling.”

“She already is,” Bucky interjected strongly. Zo rolled their eyes and motioned to Natasha, who grabbed Bucky and began hauling him out the door.

“Hang on a second!” he protested, pulling out of her grasp. He turned back to a bewildered Y/N and kissed her deeply. 

“Could I at least help you out of this one?” he teased cheekily. Y/N laughed as Nat groaned in disgust and pulled him away.

“I swear to God I will kick your ass, Barnes,” Nat grumbled, “Now go get yourself pretty while we pamper your girl.”

She promptly launched him out of the room as a team of makeup artists and stylists filed in and slammed the door behind her. Bucky grinned and made his way back to his room to put on his tux and grab the surprise he’d been waiting to give Y/N.

Three and a half hours later, he was back waiting in front of Y/N’s door. His short, dark hair was styled back, and the cobalt blue pocket square tucked into his classic black tuxedo jacket matched the color of Y/N’s dress perfectly. His vibranium hand, encased in a black glove, fiddled with the box in his pocket and he tapped his shiny polished dress shoes nervously. Just as he was about to knock, the door flew open and Zo appeared, looking positively giddy.

“She is a masterpiece!” they declared, ushering him inside. When Bucky made it through the door, he froze at the sight of Y/N’s figure in front of the mirror.

The dress, now zipped and tailored perfectly to her body, seemed to shimmer in the light as it accentuated her curves before flowing from her waist, around her hips, and stopping at the middle of her calves. She wore two inch high, black block heels and her hair was styled down and loose around her face. Her makeup made her skin look luminescent and her eyes bright. When her gaze caught Bucky’s, she smiled widely and Bucky knew the storm had passed. 

She was absolutely ethereal.

“What do you think, Y/N?” Zo asked, moving past Bucky’s prone form to pick imaginary lint off of the dress. Y/N smiled brilliantly at them and took their hand.

“It’s perfect. And I cannot thank you enough for everything, Zo. I feel…”

“Gorgeous,” Zo finished, squeezing her hand. Y/N nodded and Zo discreetly stepped aside as Bucky’s breath returned to him.

When he took a step towards her, Natasha’s hand flashed out to stop him. She had changed into her figure hugging black gown with a sweetheart neckline and long side slit and it made her look even more dangerously beautiful than she was in her widow suit.

“If you even think about messing up her makeup, I will take you down. Behave.” she murmured. Bucky rolled his eyes. He had been to enough events with Y/N that he knew to never kiss her directly on the lips or cheek when her makeup was that flawless.

Instead he approached her and took her hand in his, stooping down to plant a gentle kiss to her knuckles. He heard Zo and the other stylists swoon behind him, but he only had eyes for Y/N.

“Hey handsome. You clean up nice,” Y/N teased. Bucky stood up straight and pulled her closer.

“Ни на одном языке нет слов, чтобы описать, насколько ты прекрасна,” he whispered in her ear. Y/N shivered and he grinned. He knew how much she loved hearing him speak Russian.

“I love you, моя любовь” he murmured fiercely. Y/N smiled and smoothed her hands across his lapels.

“I love you too,” she murmured back. He chuckled and she cleared her throat, remembering their audience.

“Shall we?” she asked. She moved to step around him before he gently pulled her back.

“One second. I was waiting to give you this until tonight.” He handed her the box as Natasha herded the stylists out of the room. She glanced up at him in confusion before opening the top of the box. She gasped in surprise and delight.

“Oh Bucky,” she breathed. Bucky reached in and pulled the necklace out, letting it shimmer in the light.

“The sapphire is from an old brooch of my ma’s that Steve helped me track down. My dad saved for a year to buy it for her and she wore it to church every Sunday. And I had it set with a couple of the diamonds from your mom’s ring.” Y/N reached out and held the pendant of the necklace in her hands.

The sapphire was set in the center with two oval diamonds on either side. They touched at the bottom before fanning out away from the sapphire.

“I remember that brooch from a picture you showed me. Bucky, this is the most amazing gift you could have ever given me! Thank you, my love,” she said, reaching up to kiss him. She turned and let him place the necklace around her neck and fasten it before he pressed another kiss to the clasp at the nape of her neck. She turned back to him and wrapped her arms around him.

“Thank you,” she murmured. Bucky smiled.

“For what? The necklace?” he asked, brushing her hair back from her face.

“Well that, of course. And for loving me when it’s really hard to love myself.”

“I meant what I said,” he insisted. “I will tell you everyday how much I love you and how perfect you are to me. If you can’t believe it for yourself, I’ll believe it for both of us.”

“Back atcha, baby.”

With one last quick peck, she turned and took his hand to lead him into the hallway. They made their way through the hallways until they reached the main elevator.

“Wait…weren’t there two sapphires on that brooch? What are you going to do with the other?” Y/N asked as they entered the elevator. Bucky grinned.

“I have something special planned for that one,” he said slyly, pressing a quick kiss to her left hand ring finger.

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“Ни на одном языке нет слов, чтобы описать, насколько ты прекрасна,”= “There are no words in any language to describe how beautiful you are.”

"моя любовь" = "My love."

Thank you everyone for reading! Let me know what your thoughts, feelings, ect.

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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Let's Talk About That Chapter 8

Psychiatrist!Avenger!fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: The team discusses what to do about Thanos

Word Count: 3.1K

Warning: Mostly angst, but some fluff too!

A/N: Writing through Infinity War has been a hell of a journey and I still have more to do!

"Hello secretary." Steve said to the hologram of secretary Ross as we entered the compound. You held Natasha’s hand with Wanda and Vision behind you.

"You have some nerve coming here." Secretary Ross spoke.

"Looks like you could use some of that right about now." Natasha stated bluntly.

"The world's on fire and you think all's forgiven?" Ross asks Steve.

"I'm not looking for forgiveness and I'm way past asking for permission. Earth just lost her best defender so we're here to fight and if you want to stand in our way then we can fight you too." Steve stated to Ross who turned his attention to Rhodey.

"Aresst them." Ross said.

"Will do." Rhodey pushed the holograms effectively ending the virtual call.

"That sounded like a court marshal." Rhodey stated flatly before smiling. "It's good to see you Cap." Holding out his hand which Cap shook. Then Natasha let go of your hand giving Rhodey a hug.

"Well you guys all look like crap." Rhodey jokes and you let out a chuckle.

"You should have seen the other guys. I got there and they ran with their tails between their legs." You told him a big smile on your face.

"Went all power stone on then didn't you?" You nodded, earning a hair ruffle from Rhodey.

"Of course they were hurting people I care about." You looked back at Wanda and Vision with a smile. "No one gets away with hurting the people I care about."

"I think you guys look great." You hear as you turn your head to the familiar voice of Bruce. Natasha doesn't move, but you do, running up to hug him.

"Missed you big guy. Both of you." You say as he picks you up.

"Missed you little lady."

"Hi Bruce." Natasha speaks and you let go looking back at her. The faintest smile in the corners of her lips.

"Nat." He does a nod of his head.

You run back over to Tasha. "Go." You whisper through your teeth. She shakes her head ever so slightly. "If I did it you can do it. Go." You move behind her and push her. Making her stumble forward, Bruce catching her as you move back next to Wanda and sigh. "Young love...or old...I'm not quite sure anymore with those two." You state to the now red head, last you had seen her Wanda still had brunette hair.

As you glanced back at Natasha and Bruce, a sense of hope flickered within you, a reminder that even amidst chaos and uncertainty, love and connection could endure, serving as a beacon of light in the darkness.

When Vision is taken by Bruce to be examined and Nat talks with Steve, Rhodey, and Sam, Wanda pulls you away into the compound. You trail behind her, relishing in the way her hand feels in yours. You had missed how it felt; almost forgot how it felt actually.

You don't realize it until she opens the door that she's taken you to your office. She looked back at you and gave a small smile as she sat on the couch like she always used to. You walk to your desk, seeing everything as you had left it. Your notebook for Wanda sitting there. You smile, picking it up along with the red pen you always used for her notes, testing the pen to make sure it still works.

You move back over sitting across from her, clicking your pen as you look at her over your glasses.

"Are you happier with her?" Wanda asks, making your throat dry up instantly. It felt hard to swallow, hard to breath.

"Don't make me answer that." You manage to say.

"Why? 'Cause it's true?"

"You know it's not. I love Natasha. Truly I do, but I'm not happier with her. The only thing that makes me happier is knowing she's made me a better person for you if you can ever give me a second chance and if not. I'll settle for her." You tell her flat out, putting your feelings out there. "My heart has always been yours."

"Does she know that?"

"Of course she does. She's not stupid." You respond with a slight bite to your words as you write in your note book.

Feeling a need to lay bare the depth of your feelings, you flipped through the pages of the notebook, searching for a particular entry. As you found the right page, you turned the notebook toward Wanda, revealing a love note you had penned after she returned from Lagos, a moment etched in my memory where she broke down, finding solace in your arms.

The emotions spilled across the page, a raw expression of love, hurt, and comfort. You saw the reflection of those sentiments in Wanda's eyes as tears glistened, capturing the spectrum of her feelings in a poignant dance of colors. The room held a heavy silence, interrupted only by the quiet sobs that reverberated between the two of you, bridging the gap between past and present.

"You took my hurt away...?" Wanda's voice was soft, laced with disbelief and a hint of wonder. You nodded solemnly, feeling the weight of your actions settle heavily on your shoulders.

"I know I said I'd never do it without your permission, but I had to take some of it. I could see it overtaking you. It was bitter and tasted like bile," You explained, a shiver coursing through you at the memory. "You know I don't like eating emotions, especially negative ones."

Wanda nodded in understanding before rising from her seat, crossing the space between you until your knees touched. Her touch was gentle as she cupped your cheek, coaxing you to meet her gaze. You hesitated, but her commanding tone compelled you to look into her deep green eyes, the same eyes you had always found solace in.

"Hey. Look at me," she urged softly, her voice carrying a mixture of warmth and familiarity. You met her gaze, feeling a sense of calm wash over you as your eyes locked.

"I missed the fuck out of you. I was upset with you about that jealous outburst, but you were just a kid still, and I forgot that along the way because you're you and so smart and mature," she confessed, her words washing over you like a soothing balm. You leaned into her touch, finally allowing yourself to relax in her presence.

"I'm sorry for what happened to us two years ago, Y/N," Wanda apologized, her voice laced with genuine remorse. You smiled softly and pressed a kiss to her hand in response.

"I'm sorry too, Wanda. If it hadn't been for those stupid accords..."

"We don't know what could have or would have happened, Y/N, and we shouldn't dwell on that. All we can do is move forward and see where that takes us," she reassured you, her words resonating deeply within you.

You nodded in agreement, pulling her into a tight hug, reveling in the familiar warmth of her embrace. As you buried your face in her neck, you breathed in her intoxicating scent of vanilla, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. Opening your eyes, you saw the telltale red aura surrounding her, a manifestation of love and passion that stirred something deep within you. With a smile, you allowed yourself to fully embrace the moment, knowing that your journey forward held endless possibilities.

"Vision and I have a connection through the mind stone, and I do love him just like how I know you love Nat. What you and I had, I will always hold close, but I can't just leave Vision," Wanda's words cut through you like a knife, each syllable piercing deeper into your heart.

You struggled to find a response, your mind reeling with a mix of emotions—heartache, disappointment, and a lingering sense of resignation. Before you could gather your thoughts to form a coherent reply, Tasha's voice interrupted the heavy silence, drawing your attention to the doorway where she stood.

"Figured I'd find you two here. Time for a meeting on what we're going to be doing," Tasha announced, her presence offering a temporary respite from the weight of the conversation.

You stood up at Tasha's words, leaving Wanda behind in the office. Tasha pulled you close, her kiss on your cheek a fleeting reassurance amidst the turmoil brewing inside you. Her whispered question echoed in your ear, and you offered only a small shrug in response as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"We'll talk later, okay?" You assured Tasha, and she simply nodded in understanding as Wanda joined you, her presence feeling like a heavy weight on your shoulders. You didn't pay much attention to her, but you noticed Tasha's subtle glance back at Wanda, a silent warning simmering beneath the surface of her gaze. If looks could kill, Wanda would be dead from whatever Tasha had conveyed in that single glance.

"So we gotta assume they're coming back, right?" Bruce asks, his tone laced with concern as he scans the room for answers.

"And they can clearly find us," Wanda reminds the group, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency.

"We need all hands on deck. Where's Clint?" Bruce inquires, his gaze sweeping the room for any sign of the absent Avenger.

"After the whole Accords situation, he and Scott took a deal. It was too tough on their families. They're on house arrest," Nat explains to Bruce, filling him in on the latest developments.

"Who's Scott?" Bruce's confusion is palpable as he seeks clarification.

"Ant-Man," Cap offers, providing the missing link.

"There's an Ant-Man and a Spider-Man?" Bruce's incredulity is evident as he processes the information.

"Look, Thanos has the biggest army in the universe... and he is not gonna stop until he gets..." Bruce's voice trails off, his gaze shifting between Vision and you, hesitating to voice his next words. "Till he gets those stones," he finally concludes, pointing at the two of you.

You feel a surge of anxiety grip you as Bruce's words sink in. Tasha, sensing your unease, moves closer to Bruce, her protective instincts kicking in.

"Well then, we have to protect them," Tasha declares firmly, her eyes darting between Bruce and you, a silent vow of defense.

"No, we have to destroy them," Vision interjects, his tone resolute and unwavering.

You can't help but chuckle at Vision's suggestion, though the humor quickly fades as the gravity of his words settles over you.

"Ha! No. Hell fucking no. I don't plan on dying, or did you forget I said that? I will die without the stone," You retort, your defiance clear to everyone in the room, especially Vision.

"I've given this a great deal of thought, Y/N. I do not say it lightly, but if he does get his hands on these stones... especially yours, he'll be unstoppable," Vision insists, meeting your gaze with a solemn intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

You struggle to catch my breath, the weight of Vision's words bearing down on you like a suffocating blanket. Your hand instinctively reaches for your chest, as if seeking reassurance from the stone that rests within you.

"I've thought about the nature of my stone, along with yours and some of the last words you said while we were allies. Knowing what your stone is capable of. We must destroy them and I think if they were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source," Vision explains, his voice tinged with determination as he approaches Wanda.

You rise from your spot, brushing off Tasha's attempt to stop you, and step closer, feeling Wanda's eyes flicker to you before returning to Vision, who gently places his hands on her arms. "Something very similar to their own signature perhaps," he continues, his touch reminiscent of the way you used to hold her, though his hands are much larger than your own. "Its molecular integrity could fail."

"Yeah, and both of you with it," Wanda responds, her gaze shifting between Vision and you. "We aren't having this discussion. It's too high a price to lose both of you," she declares firmly, trying to contain her frustration.

Vision's hands move to Wanda's cheeks, holding her gently, but she steps away from him, her resolve evident. You move closer to her, feeling the tension in the air thickening.

"Y/N, don't," You hear the tremor in her voice, the raw emotion threatening to spill over.

You bite the inside of my cheek, grappling with the gravity of the situation. "Wanda," You address her firmly, reaching out to grasp her shoulder. "If you refuse... I will take Vision's stone out of his head because I know I can, and I will personally crush it, and then my own if that is our last resort," You declare, your tone unyielding. "And I will do it in front of you," You add, squeezing her shoulder for emphasis. "I don't say this lightly because I'd rather not die. I personally think that between the three of us we can take him down, but if you won't do it, I will," You assert, speaking with a deadly seriousness before returning to your spot, your heart heavy with the weight of your words.

"I won't entertain the idea of trading lives," Cap asserts firmly.

"Seventy years ago, you laid down your life to save how many millions of people?" Vision responds, his voice carrying a weight of history. You tune out their exchange, feeling a sense of unease settling over you. You lean forward, pulling Tasha back to you, seeking comfort in her presence. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you settle her between your legs, resting your chin on her shoulder as you gaze at Wanda. Regret and guilt weigh heavy on your heart, and you grip Tasha tighter until she makes a small noise of discomfort. Quickly, you release your hold, whispering an apology.

"Sorry..." You murmur softly, your voice barely audible.

Tasha responds with a gentle pat on your arm, understanding in her touch. "It's okay, Y/N," she whispers back.

As Bruce delves into an explanation about Vision's complex composition, your brows furrow in confusion. "What?" You whisper, turning to Bruce. "How did I not know there's parts of me in him?" You ask, bewildered by the revelation.

"Tony put everything of you that Jarvis collected over the years of your sessions," Bruce explains matter-of-factly.

"Good to know my sessions were private," You mutter sarcastically against Tasha's shoulder.

"You're saying Vision isn't just the stone?" Wanda interjects, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

"I'm saying that if we take out the stone, there is still a whole lot of Vision left. Perhaps the best parts," Bruce elaborates, prompting a moment of contemplative silence.

"What about me?" You inquire, releasing Tasha and standing up once more, your emotions bubbling to the surface. "You told me years ago that this stone is attached. It's wrapped around my lungs and my heart. If we take it out of me..." Your voice cracks, tears spilling down your cheeks. "I will die," You confess, your vulnerability laid bare for all to see.

Bruce places his hands on your shoulders, offering reassurance as you struggle to maintain composure. "I've thought about it a lot over the years, and I was thinking maybe, similar to Tony, we could do an open-heart surgery. Open you up and basically cut away the tendrils that the stone has put around your heart and lungs. Take the stone out and put an arc reactor in its place to keep you going," he suggests, his words hanging heavy in the air.

"D-do you think we can do that?" Tasha's voice quivers with fear and concern.

"Not me. Not here," Bruce replies solemnly, withdrawing his hands as you retreat back to Tasha's embrace.

"Well, you better find someone and somewhere fast," Rhodes interjects, breaking the somber atmosphere with a practical reminder.

"I know somewhere," Cap offers, his voice cutting through the tension with a sense of urgency.

As you holed yourself away in the small room of the Quinjet, facing the wall to hide your tears, the weight of your emotions overwhelmed you. Sobs wracked your body, your throat burning with the effort to contain your grief. In moments like these, you longed for the ability to numb your own emotions, to escape the pain that threatened to consume you.

A knock at the door startled you, and you called out for whoever it was to go away. Despite your plea, the door opened, and you tensed, expecting Tasha's presence. Yet, as the cot beside you shifted, you realized it was someone else. you didn't dare look, even when I felt soft lips press against the back of my shoulder, and tears dampened my shirt.

"I can't lose you," came the whispered confession, confirming your suspicion that it was Wanda behind you.

"Why not? You have Vision," you replied, your voice strained and cracked from crying.

"I do, but I don't want to lose you. You're too important. I meant what I said," Wanda insisted, her arm tightening around you as she pulled you closer.

"It's too high a price," she added, sending a shiver down your spine. You reached out, placing your hand over hers, and then turned to face her, allowing her to pull you into her embrace.

"Come here," You whispered, giving in to the flood of emotions as you cried in her arms. "Wands, I don't want to die... I know we're Avengers, but I'm terrified of death," You confessed, your tears flowing freely as she rubbed your back in a comforting gesture, mirroring the care you had shown her countless times before.

"I won't let that happen. I promise," Wanda whispered soothingly. "Just rest for now. We'll be in Wakanda soon enough, and I don't want you thinking about it anymore."

Looking up at her, you found the courage to ask something you had never asked before, a desperate plea born out of fear and desperation. "Can you take it away? Can you make me forget it?"

Wanda cupped your cheek, her touch gentle yet determined as she searched through your thoughts, sensing the depth of your distress. With a nod, she moved her fingers to your temples, her crimson tendrils reaching out as you closed your eyes, surrendering to her power.

"Shhhh, don't worry anymore, Detka... rest now," were the last words you heard, and you swore you felt her lips brush against yours before sleep claimed you, offering temporary respite from the weight of your fears.

#ley speaks #ley writes #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fluff #wandavision #wanda maximoff fluff

[wiltedkyinn]

the mighty twins

sully family x neteyams twin brother

angst, a lil rushed wc: 543

They are two mighty twins, y/n and neteyam. They experienced everything together, Their first breath, their first words, first steps, everything.

“Dad i wanna go home,”

“I'll take you home, just stay with me”

“I-i-” his body went limp, his breathing ceased, his pupils dilated.

His twin brother couldn't cry, all he felt was anger. 

Anger at his father, anger at himself. He was the first to leave the rock.

Hearing his mother scream for eywa to bring back her first born.  You were enraged, how could ewya take your beloved brother? He was everything, more than anybody you knew.

He was brave, caring, responsible, the perfect brother. But everything changed, having to save the damned human.

y/n felt his blood run hot, He felt as if the world had split apart. His world did.

His best friend for life, his other half, had died, in his arms.  Nothing could stand in his way, he had to avenge his brother.

Without thinking, without a plan;

He threw a knife towards the fake na’vi standing in front of him. miles quaritch, the one who had stolen lives of many. He had your sister in his hands. A knife on her throat.  Threatening to spill blood at any given moment.  Y/n threw a random rock at the demon, he had let go of Kiri, due to the sudden pain on his back.

Jake and Neytiri had appeared, Jake took kiri and tuk into his arms. y/n ran, feet first, he kicked the demon.

They both fell, quick to stand up y/n had pulled out two daggers, hissing at quaritch.

They circled around one another waiting for the other to make a move.

y/n took notice of the small gun he held, He also took notice of the stray gun, by a lifeless body.

y/n backed up by the gun and picked it up with his tail. 

He easily took the gun out of the grasps of his thin tail.

While he had shot the demon right in between his eyes, 

He felt a pain right in the middle of his chest, there was a small human, with a gun pointing at him.

The human was shaking under the gaze of the na’vi. His mother, Neytiri, had snapped the small human's neck.

Black spot had entered his vision, he couldn't feel his body Not even after he had fallen on the hard surface beneath him.

Jake hooked his hands underneath y/n's knees. Another hand underneath his waist. 

The family slowly retreated back to where Neteyams emotionless body lay.

“Do not miss me too much” y/n held a smile looking at his family.

As y/n took his last breath, pupils dilated. Lo’ak seeing this before with his oldest brother, looked above, praying that he would wake up and spend another day with the both of you. 

When y/n went limp, not responding,

It almost looked like y/n and neteyams were protecting each other. 

They mighty twins of Toruk Makto and neytiri, y/n and neteyam. They experienced everything together, Their first breath, their first words, first steps, everything. When neteyam died, so did y/n, brothers for life, even after death.

Nobody thought they would share their last breath together;

but they did.

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[ronearoundblindly]

Hi! I hope you're doing well🥰

Can I be greedy? I NEED me something from the kiss prompt lust if you're willing, of just about any of them, for Autumn (Rosie) and Steve? I genuinely cannot pick, there are at least 10 kinds I'd die to read about🥲 I miss them.

(No pressure!)

eeeeee, I miss them too! I choose --a kiss after a small rejection-- because we all know I love me a bit of angst before the fluff with 🍁 Steve Rogers x super soldier!reader 🍁 [one of my Valentine's Fics for 2024]

Warnings for not much (super mild cursing) except please remember that this reader chose the name Autumn Rose Barnes after rescued from Hydra. Steve calls you 'Rosie,' zero other physical or personal descriptors. It's not an OC! Sorry to lecture, but I've gotten complaints and needed to explain this multiple times...Also, you and Steve adopted a German Shepard mix named Maple. WC 1370

Your Team, an Autumn Is Healing tale

With the fastest, most forceful, super soldier movements you can manage, you shred the single page of paper in your hands.

Those cowards delivered it while you were in your garden. They put it under your door, far back in the building, and they ran away with their tails between their legs.

“‘Not able to authorize you at this time’ MY ASS,” you screech.

“I’m sure the Council didn’t make the decision lightly.” Steve diligently picks up tiny pieces off the carpet as you toss them everywhere.

It’s all you can do not to burst straight through the walls.

“How dare they? Have I not done enough?! What more do they want??”

You aren’t an Avenger, not now, maybe not ever, and the future just looks blank when before it seemed so clear.

You can fight—you should fight,—so why not put you to work? Why not let you on the damn Team?

“They don’t trust me,” you think aloud. “All this power, and no one wants me.”

He stops at the trash and puts his hands on his hips, dejected. “That’s not—Sit down, okay? This isn’t about any of that. You are wanted and trusted here.”

“I can pull my weight, Steve. I can give back what you all have given me. I can be a team player, I promise, please. PLEASE. Tell them. Please tell them I’m ready.”

“Rosie, no one doubts you are ready or capable or any of that, and you are part of the team. More importantly, I am on your team. We all are. Only thing that happened today is some bureaucrats covered their asses—“

You and maple cock your heads in shock, but the language changes nothing.

“Then why can’t I be of use?!”

“Here,” he specifies. “In here, in the compound, of course, we trust you. You know this place. You know all of us. But sweetheart, there is so much out there.”

He changes tactics. “We don’t need—I mean, the Council doesn’t see—you were trained as a soldier, yes, but that’s not who you are. That was so you’d obey their commands. The rest of us, we’re grunts. And frankly, I’m glad you won’t be in harm’s way.”

After thinking for a few seconds, something obvious occurs to you. Steve always fights for what you want, and he’s…not now.

You rush toward him with an accusatory finger up. “You did this.”

“What? No,” Steve balks.

“You did this, didn’t you? That’s what you told them to get them to say ‘no.’ You told them I wasn’t up to it, not a real soldier. You told them I’m not cut out for the Team because you didn’t want me fighting beside you.”

“I said I wanted you safe,” he tries softly.

It’s not a wall you’re about to burst through. “You took my chance!”

“Rosie, that’s ridiculous. I never—“

His phone makes a noise like a foghorn—the call to the jets. Danger. The Team needs him.

You both look up from his hip at the same time, eyes locked between fury and compliance.

“Better go.” You scowl. “Wouldn’t want to hold you back.”

His face falls, and he stands there, listening to the alarm sound again, then again.

Without another word, Steve gives up and leaves.

You lock the door and remove his entrance privileges. It won’t keep him out, but it will slow him down and make a point when he returns.

If he wants to keep the battlefield personal, then this can be your domain. He can apply to participate. He can go through a crucible of grueling interviews and tests and then last-minute, made-up tests because they just wanted to find one reason…

And Steve handed it to them on a silver platter.

When he comes back he tries the door. You can hear the mechanical lock beep in rejection of his hand print. He tries again. He knocks, he calls out with a louder knock, and then, finally, he uses the override command, the one that they technically all have because you can’t be trusted. Not really. Not fully.

He enters the dark rooms quietly.

You’re on the bed, laying with your hands wedged between your thighs, Maple’s belly warming your feet, the window blinds all the way up, moonlight and stars visible as a small comfort.

He doesn’t know if you’re asleep or awake until you speak.

“What was the point—why put me through all this if I can’t help? Am I just a thing to breed?”

“Rosie, honey, that is not and never has been true.” Clearly cautious from your argument, Steve stays a short distance away.

“Then why did no one look for me? I was right there, strapped down for years, because that was my purpose, that’s what I was created fo—”

“So was I,” he exclaims gruffly. “I was made to do one thing, and one thing only, and I still sat in the Arctic for seventy years! It doesn’t prove shit—“ he kneels down beside the bed, holding your hands and whispering pleas into you skin “—and no one but you can define your purpose.” 

Maple whines and bows her head over the edge.

”I want you,” he continues. “I trust you. If it makes me selfish to…fine, I’m selfish. So be it. I don’t want you out there with me, I’m sorry. I don’t. See, I lost people when they got sick, when they went to war, when I went to war, when I came back, when I didn’t come back.”

He pauses, tracing small patterns over your thumb while he squeezes your hands.

“Please. Please, sweetheart. Just give me this one thing because even though you have a serum, I can’t…I can’t imagine…if anything ever…

“We are super. We are not indestructible,” he admits. “Losing you would destroy me.”

Steve looks fragile, his features shadowed by more than the night.

“You don’t need to become an Avenger. We are already on your team. We are your team. You have nothing to earn. You have nothing to fight for. We lo—I love you. I’m in awe of you because you became so much more than they tried to make you be.”

The dog howls gently in agreement.

“Me and Maple are your biggest fans, too.”

Said ‘fan’ harrumphs on cue, making Steve burst into a smile.

“There’s a whole fan club. We have a slogan—‘Go Autumn’—there’s gonna be t-shirts and scarves.” He drops your hand to spring up. “We’re your cheerleaders, right, girl? See?”

He hurdles over you to his side of the bed and starts hopping up and down with his fists in the air. Maple goes ballistic barking.

“RAH, RAH, ROSIE! RAH, RAH, ROSIE!”

Steven Grant Rogers, born the fourth of July, one-hundred plus years ago, jumps on the bed, bouncing till you reluctantly roll off and stand. 

Maple gets down with Steve, panting, and watches intently, thinking her dad has really lost the plot in a super fun way. Maybe she’ll get a treat even.

He steps in front of you, running his fingers through his disheveled hair.

“Wha’d’ya say, Miss, can I be on your team? Do you want me? You trust me?”

If you weren’t so close to tears, you would have answered him immediately. Instead, you hum.

He scoffs. “You Barneses are so picky.”

Steve pulls you into a hug, lifts your chin and says softly against your lips, “go, Autumn, go,” before capturing you in his zeal.

The truth of it is you know he wants you, and you know he trusts you. Knowing that Steve feared for your safety makes you more anxious to have him out there.

You hold him tighter.

He's right, of course, that risk is everywhere and nothing is promised. How could he say 'no' to peace of mind? You'll never be lost. He will never lose this one thing.

Though you will not be joining the Avengers, one of the many things you are a part of is this: a slow dance in the dark with a good man.

A slow, slow dance between his tongue and yours, that is.

After what feels like hours of him kissing you so sweetly, Maple is bored and stretching into a ready stance.

She yips indignantly.

You pull away from Steve. “I know, girl. I always want him to come home, too.”

He rests his forehead to yours. “She’s right. I should respect her mom’s independence.”

Maple squeals and flicks her head (and ears) to the side. Where’s her treat, you crazies? She put up with your tension all night, and she deserves a reward.

Ransom Drysdale and a kiss as a 'yes' ⬅️ ➡️ Lloyd Hansen and a kiss on a place of insecurity

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

#ro answers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #autumn is healing #super soldier!reader #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers imagine #steve x reader #valentine's day fanfic #valentine's day prompts

[azsazz]

Dogfight

Fighter Pilot!Cassian x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: Lowkey, I think that Modern Cassian would be a fighter pilot.

I.E. A rewrite of a Top Gun scene but with Cassian as the pilot. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1,193

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The sky is an ethereal thing, vast and wide, hues of all colors brushing the heavens in luxurious strokes. Cassian always loved it, sleeping out under the stars as many nights as he was allowed, finding shapes in the billowing clouds and connecting stars into forms, learning stories to go with them. 

He always knew he’d find himself up here one day, a pilot after years of training, best in class.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters, steering the jet away from the fighter on their tail. The plane lurches severely to the left, wings tipping sideways to avoid enemy fire. “Shadow, where are they?”

His wingman twists around in his seat from behind Cassian, scouting the clear skies for the two jets behind them. There’s nothing but tense silence for a long moment before one of the planes careens into sight and he’s shouting through the comms, “On our six!”

Cassian yanks the yoke and the jet pulls upwards with enough force that he feels his heart in his gut. With a well-practiced maneuver, the plane twists and he’s pulling the trigger, releasing rounds of ammunition on the plane that's clear in sight.

It happens quickly. He watches with hawk eyes as the bullets land, tearing through the pristine metal and ripping open its body. A lucky shot destroys the stabilizer and the plane spirals out of view, the carcass dropping faster than a box of rocks.

A picture taped by the fuel gauge calms his racing heart. A photo of the girl he’d left back home, the woman he swore he’d propose to on his next leave. A pretty young thing that has stood by his side through all of his endeavors, even this most dangerous one.

He takes a breath. One down, one to go.

“Let me know when you see smoke in the air, Shadow,” he exclaims, righting the plane after a precarious turn. 

Shadow, his wingman that he’s been working with since he joined up, scours the area for signs of movement. He’d been teased a lot, having the quietest recruit on his team being the one calling positions, but his eyes are as sharp as they come, and Azriel can be loud when he needs to be.

A jet lines up just behind, locking them into its sights, and within a split second it fires a missile their way. 

“Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!”

“Hang on,” Cassian calls back, taking the jet into a steep nosedive. The missile follows, agile as ever, but it’s Cassian who’s quick to fly by the already downed jet, the missile striking its side with an explosion he doesn’t stick around to see.

“Yes, Bloodshed! Direct hit,” Shadow calls, bracing his hands against the windows as he seeks out the plane again. It cuts through the black smoke like an avenging angel and his heart pounds in his chest as the pilot fires again. “Here comes another one!”

Cassian uses both hands to pull the plane up again, helmet sticking to the back of his seat as the plane climbs at a fast rate. “Boost the flares, now,” he orders, and Azriel does, letting them rain down for the missile to connect with. 

His plan works, but they’re not out of the woods yet. Cassian splits the throttles and the jet swings around, flipping upside down for a moment of sheer terror they’ve become accustomed to. It puts them at the advantage, coming up behind the enemy plane. “Coming around!”

“You got him, Bloodshed, you got him!” 

And he does, sights locking onto the enemy. “Taking the shot,” he says, pulling the trigger and setting their own projectile loose. He prays the missile lands but the pilot in the other plane is a skilled one, and maneuvers his jet in a way Cassian’s never seen before. The missile misses by a hair's breadth and the plane free falls for a moment, careening past their windows like an assailant of stealth.

“What the–”

“Holy shit. What the fuck was that?”

“Hang on, we have to get low,” Cassian grunts, flipping them so the belly of the plane is facing the sun and they’re dipping down, down, down at unnatural speeds. “We can try and dodge his attacks from between the mountains.” 

Indeed, the large mountains he stared at for nights on end are enough to be able to do so, the plane nimble enough to avoid the rocky edges. Cassian pictures the three stars that are always settled over the peaks of the mountains and hopes that their other friend, Nightstalker, is doing okay. He lets them lead his way.

“Here he comes,” Azriel warns, and a second later they’re being fired at blindly. Cassian grunts, sending the jet into a series of jerks and twists to avoid the fray.

“Tell me where he is, Shadow!”

Azriel’s checking behind them again, watching the enemy burst through a cloud of debris with ease. “He’s still on us!”

They’re being shot at again, and this time, one makes their mark, he’s told by Azriel. Cassian curses low, steering through a wicked curve, not slowing down. Again, the pilot behind them fires, and Azriel’s calling out to him. “C’mon, Bloodshed, do some of that pilot shit!”

“Brace yourself,” Cassian warns before he’s pulling levers and the wings sweep open. He tugs on the yoke again and the lever switches, sending their jet into a steep climb that has both pilots struggling for breath before he’s leveling them out and nose diving towards the rushing river below.

The skill of the pilot takes them behind the enemy once more, weaving around the expanse of mountains, dangerously close. 

“I’ve got a shot, I’m taking it,” Cassian says, pulling the trigger on the steering again. The missile soars through the air with undisturbed grace, locked on the enemy jet trying to outrun it. They let their flares fly and in an unfortunate turn of events, the missile strikes the rogue flares.

“Shit,” Azriel spits, “Out of missiles.”

“Switching to guns,” Cassian responds, hazel eyes flickering to your photograph for the split second they’re smothered by the missile's smoke. But as quickly as it’s cleared he’s taking his shot, firing round after round in hopes to take down the enemy plane.

He pauses for a breath as he takes in the amount of ammunition he has left before firing again and again. 

None of his hits land.

“You’ve got him, Bloodshed,” Azriel encourages, peering over his shoulder to watch the battle.

“It’s not over yet,” Cassian mutters, pulling the trigger again. The ammunition is dangerously low, this is his final shot. “One last chance.”

By the grace of the Gods his hits land, flaying metal from the flaps and engines. Cassian watches the pilot eject from the plane just before it careens into the side of the mountain in a ball of fiery explosion, thick smoke coating the air. 

“Yes!” Azriel cheers from the back, and it’s all Cassian can do to try and calm his breathing, the picture of your smiling face a beacon of brilliance.

Another day survived, another day closer to coming home to you.

#cassian au #modern!cassian #cassian x reader #cassian/reader #fighter pilot cassian #azsazz #acotar #acomaf #acowar #cassian

[bean-bean2000]

The Hacker - Part 6

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Status: Ongoing

All feedback is very welcome and appreciated!

Warnings: dark, eludes to torture, kidnapping, fear, angst, swearing.

Please let me know if i missed any warnings and I will add them.

Part 5

Series masterlist

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Your ears are ringing as you try to open your eyes. Everything is blurry as you try to get up; failing as your head spins from your concussion. You flinch as you touch your head, blood covers your hand and chest. You look down and notice your leg is pinned beneath something.

As you try to pull your leg, you scream in agony. It's stuck. You start looking around, you can't see clearly. You're in and out of consciousness while trying to understand what's happening. You still can't hear properly, everything is muffled as you see blurry figures approaching you.

"Wake up, darling. Or should I say, Cyberpunk? Miss me?" he chuckles darkly.

You gasp. It can't be him.

He snares at you and lifts his gun, smacking you across the head knocking you out cold.

As the scene unfolds, Bucky is a few yards away as he was flown out of the helicopter when it crashed. The serum in his body healing him incredibly quickly. He sees you get knocked out and dragged away. He's still hurt, his leg is broken. He can't reach you. He tries to scream your name but he's too far away.

Bucky pushes the emergency button Tony installed in his arm, sending out a distress signal with his location. He punches the floor in frustration, creating a hole in the ground.

Steve and Natasha arrive seconds later.

"What happened? How did you crash? Where's Y/N?!" screams Steve. Natasha leans down to Bucky and tends to his wounds, trying to make him stable enough for transport.

"They took her! I saw them, Steve."

"Who took her?" prods Steve.

"It can't be but I swear I saw it. I saw the symbol on their jackets. I swear it was Hydra" Bucky says weakly.

"HYDRA?! What would they want with Cyber?!" Steve says, lifting his hands to his head in frustration, trying to calm himself down.

"Guys, we need to regroup and figure out what to do and how to find her. This isn't helping anyone. Bucky needs medical attention and we need to get out of here before the media starts swarming us." Natasha states calmly.

"NO! We can't! We have to find her NOW!" screams Bucky.

"Bucky, buddy, look at me. You need to calm down. We can't find her if you're clouding your thoughts with anger. I promise you we'll find her but we need to get out of here first." Steve explains calmly.

"I - I promised her - We... We promised her- We said she would be safe. We promised to protect her..." Bucky chokes out.

"I know Buck! I know! You think this isn't breaking me apart right now? All I want to do is run after those bastards but we can't! It will lead to nothing! We have to go, now."

Bucky rubs his eyes and gets up with Natasha's help. They climb into the quinjet and start their way back to the Avengers compound.

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"What the hell happened?" yells Tony as they exit the quinjet.

"Hydra took her Tony... we don't know where or why but we'll find her." Steve says.

"HYDRA?! what - why her?...This was supposed to be an easy in and out!! What the hell?!" Tony says exasperated. He throws his arms up in the air as he talks to Steve.

"They fired an RPG at the helicopter. The tail was hit and it spiralled to the ground. The pilot was KIA. Cyber was taken, so we can assume she's alive. Bucky broke his leg but he's healing quickly because of the serum." Steve summarizes the situation to the rest of the team.

Bucky hobbles away with Bruce to tend to his wounds.

"What does Hydra want with Y/N?....oh shit... no... it can't be... she's not that stupid...." Tony widens his eyes with his realization.

"What Tony? What are you talking about?"

"The people who found her... who took her off the streets.... it must have been Hydra.. she was fucking trained by Hydra to be their own cyber weapon... but she ran away from them...." Tony thinks to himself out loud.

"Oh my - okay... listen, she didn't have a choice. She needed a way off the streets, there's no way she could've known who she was truly dealing with until it was too late..." Steve says, sighing.

"Let's regroup and tell the others. We have to make our game plan." Steve says as he walks past Tony, back into the compound.

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You wake up with your head pounding. It takes you awhile to wake up and for your vision to focus so you can analyze your surroundings.

You try to rub your eyes but as you lift your arm it's met with strong resistance. You look down and realize your hands are chained to the wall. You squint in the darkness, looking for any clue as to where you are and who took you.

Then, you remember who you saw before you were knocked out.

Shit Shit Shit. I have to get out. How did he find me?! Fuck!

You start tugging at the chains as you're cursing to yourself. You're frantically looking for a way out of the chains when you hear a door creak open, followed by the switch of a few lights opening to illuminate the space.

You're in a damp, dingy room. No windows, behind solid bars, solid walls...

You start screaming when you realize where you truly are.

"NO! NO! NO!" you're frantically tugging at the chains agains, kicking and screaming, pulling until your wrists are bleeding. Contemplating dislocating your thumb to get out of the chains.

You start sobbing as you hear footsteps approach your cell slowly.

"No, please..."

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Y/N... I didn't think I'd ever see you here." he says coldly.

He's dressed in all black. A long dark rubber surgeon's overcoat covering him down to his rubber boots. Black gloves adorning his hands. Everything on him is splattered with blood. You look up and face him. Staring at the skull mask.

You're shaking. They can't do this to me, not him.

"You know who I am... you remember me, don't you? Or... you've at least heard of me and my business..."

You're breathing heavily, trying to maintain your composure and form coherent thoughts so you can get out of this mess.

"You're the reaper." you whisper.

He chuckles and walks closer to you, the heavy boots clicking on the stone floor with every step.

"Correct. And I'm sure you're heard of my.... unorthodox methods of.... let's say, prying information from people, yes?"

"Please... don't." you cry.

"ah ah ah, that's not up to me to decide.... whether I hurt you at all or how much I hurt you, depends entirely on your cooperation, darling."

He laughs maniacally as he places the large metal briefcase he carried inside the room with him on the metal table and opens it for you to see.

"This here, is my new invention... a new method i'm willing to experiment on you with..." he says slyly.

The briefcase is filled with a menagerie of syringes, filled with various coloured substances; various tools, and medical equipment.

"I don't know anything, please I promise" you plead.

He chuckles at your pleading, as if he's getting off on your fear.

"I'm sure you've head of what I do and how I do it... If not, I'm sure you'll figure it out quickly when you hear the screams and sounds next door..."

"I don't know ANYTHING! Please Please Please, I swear!" you repeat, louder this time, tears streaming down your face. You're rocking back and forth, crawling into the furthest corner of your cell, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

He laughs again "I'll let you think about that for a little longer and come back to you a little later when you may be a bit more cooperative. However, don't be naive, this is the last chance I am giving you at mercy." he snares at you.

"I would think long and hard at the consequences of your actions, dearie..."

You look down at the floor in defeat, sobbing.

No. It can't be. I left. I escaped. I can't be here again. Why? Why me?

The click of The Reaper's boots slowly die down as he walks to the door and shutting it closed behind him. The lights shut off and you're surrounded by pure darkness again.

All you can hear is The Reaper's disturbing evil laughter bouncing off the walls.

Will anybody find me? Will they even look for me? Do they even care? Why would they... nobody every did before...I'm alone... I'm going to die alone, horribly, in pain, in fear....

You sink to floor and let the darkness engulf you.

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Forgive me, a collection of random thoughts where I’m rambling again on traitor!Valdor…

Can't even focus(oof), I must be getting old…

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Ramblings about Traitor!Valdor 

The most loyal of his servants, turned to treachery.

As a final insult, he kept the Apollonian Spear. 

So he could know forever what he could have had, what he could have dreamt, but never attaining it. Feeling human only when he kills, feeling joy siphoned from a dying Loyalist’s mind, feeling happiness only in the scant few seconds between one kill and the next. 

Maybe he’ll fight against the Emperor. Maybe he’ll die just like how the Thunder Warrior Primarch died, marching to battle with a doomed coup, knowing they’re here to slay him, knowing he’s here to die.

Maybe he’ll flee into the Webway. Maybe he’ll become the dreaded King in Yellow, but instead of reining in his efforts, instead of obeying his master’s will, the former Custodian will become blasphemy incarnate, here to break His throne. 

Or maybe Valdor will win the Blood Games, for one last time. He was His bodyguard for millenia, he knows when He’s vulnerable, he knows when He dies. The Emperor dies not with a scream or a warcry or a glorious, fateful death, but in silence, smothered by the hand of His formerly beloved servant turned assassin. The Shadowkeepers will tear him apart, of course, limb from limb and shred his auramite plate from plate, but He’ll be dead. 

Or maybe, just maybe, Valdor would do nothing at all. He’ll simply leave, his duty complete, the Custodes forever wondering what became of him, what became of the greatest of the Ten Thousand? Maybe he won’t try to avenge the dead. They’re dead, after all, and his sins would never be expedited. What use is vengeance to a dead man? Valdor is merely a sentinel, charged with observing while others acted. He had watched while the Cataegis were born, while they died, while he betrayed them. To watch, to wait to act, but this act will never come, this lost servant will never come home. Maybe he’ll settle down, in a distant cold star, reminding him of what he lost to gain the powers he had. Was the bargain worth the price? Was it truly worth the price? 

The First Custodian once lead the golden, he once served a god-king, before whom His words could fell an army. Now he walks alone, watching and waiting for a time that will never pass, clad not in armor but in furs and iron. The cycle ends where it began, beneath frost and winds so like Maulland Sen he could sometimes almost-dream of the thunder and the iron, that his perfect memory could fail him and he could almost remember what it felt like to dream, to be a young creature again, so full of ambition and possibility and words before the Emperor had laid down His claws. 

And finally, maybe he just might come crawling home. The old dog, having his fill of adventure and obedience, the prodigal general limping home with his head bowed and neck bared. Because what else did Valdor know? In truth, he do not really know where else he could go. He wanted nothing, he lived for nothing, he desired nothing save that of his lord, and that too was gone, by his own betrayal. 

He lived for the Emperor. He’ll die by Him too. 

Staggering home, his armor charred and cracked and missing in pieces, the Apollonian Spear dragged behind him like the limp tail of a dog who no longer wished to fight. They’ll bind him in chains and drag him before his former master like the traitor he is, and Valdor, obedient once more, no longer resists. The Emperor drags him home, and Valdor, quietly, without protest, without even a trace of hatred one would have expected from a traitor, accepts his endless penitence with grace.

He will never be forgiven. Not when he had betrayed Him so thoroughly, not when his sin could only be expedited in blood. The Emperor no longer utters the name “Constantin Valdor” with such adoration, in fact, He no longer utters his name at all. For a hero to be born, they must be preserved, their stories written in blood for a lifetime. Yet, till eternity ends, not a single soul would hear the name “Valdor” within the Imperium, even though he had fought and bled so vehemently for the Imperium. He will cease to matter, when his very deeds fade from the Imperium’s memory. Because while his penitence will never end, and the formerly glorious Captain-General will never be forgiven.

Some say that, for the great sin of his treachery, the Emperor removed all traces of insubordination from His favored servant. Some say He removed even what remained of Valdor’s soul, to ensure he would never be free again. For all He had taken from him, he still had plenty to lose, plenty the Emperor could seize within His golden claws and rip away.

Some say the mute Captain-General no longer speaks, in fact, he no longer communicates for fear of whatever heretical taint had led him down such a cruel path. Not a single word save a nod or bow for his lord. Nothing left of the man once known as Constantin Valdor, nothing behind those dead eyes except for resignation, resigned in the same way a badly beaten dog shows its belly, nothing left except for obedience in a mind too broken to even hate. Nothing more than an automaton marching on an endless crusade. A crippled bird, that having tasted freedom, still chose the bars of its cage.

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Ghost!Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x fem!reader - Prologue

A little prologue, I guess? I do want to make this into a proper fic, just a bit busy now so I'm not sure how often I'll be able to write.

English isn't my first language and this is my first fic, so please bare with me!

Inspired by @ghouljams's ghost!Ghost fics!

(Yes I did write something for this previously on a different account but ended up deleting it for reasons)

Content warning: MW3 (2023) major spoilers, major character death right at the beginning, not edited because it's 1am and I'm feeling lazy but really want to post this, please let me know if I need to add more, I'm still new to this!

Soap x reader, this one is from Johnny's POV but the next part will be reader's POV.

Original drabble | Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

It’s odd, really, how quick it all happened. From defusing a bomb to saving his captain to getting shot. He hadn’t even realized he was dead at first, although it should have been obvious in hindsight. No one could survive being shot in the head from point-blank range like that, not even an elite soldier.

Truly understanding what had happened took a while. Sure, he could see his own limp body on the ground as his teammates stood around him, when it was delicately put in a body bag and carried away, but it didn’t hit him until way later. It was more confusing than anything when he tried to tell them he was alright, that he was right there, and nobody would listen. Nobody would even look at him.

He watched as people came in and out of the tunnel for the next few days, doing their investigations and cleaning up the corpses and the blood, until everything went back to normal. Trains ran by as scheduled, workers hustling about.

Johnny was deep in denial for a long, long time. He can’t be dead, absolutely not. Look, he’s right here! Just- just look at him. Please look at him, say something to him. Why the fuck is everyone ignoring him?

No, actually, it’s just a bad dream. That’s what it is. He’s having a very vivid nightmare, one that feels like it just won’t end. But it will. Definitely. He’s going to wake up at base, or maybe back at his apartment in the city, and he’ll go to work and tell everyone about the weirdly realistic nightmare he just had, and they’ll all have a laugh about it.

But days turn into weeks, and he’s still there. It catches up slowly that this is no dream. He’s not going to simply wake up, not this time. He keeps going between absolute hopelessness and uncontainable rage. How could this happen? Sure he knew the risks of his job, that his life could end with little to no warning at any moment. Still, it’s almost impossible to actually comprehend once it has happened. What will his family think when they get the news? How will his poor mother handle it, if at all?

What about his team? They’re trained soldiers, best of the best. They’ve all lost friends, loved ones, teammates. They’ve seen it all before, surely this is no different. Just another Tuesday. No, they’re a family. At least in Johnny’s eyes. They must miss him, grief in their own ways.

And then there’s Makarov. Johnny can’t help but wonder where he is, what he’s doing. The 141 must still be on his tail, if they haven’t caught him already.

Johnny hopes they give him hell. For everything he’s done, and selfishly, Johnny hopes they make sure to avenge him while they’re at it.

Acceptance of this new reality comes agonizingly slow. Johnny tries to force it, tries to convince himself that it’s okay, it was bound to happen eventually. It just happened sooner than he had dared to hope. But that’s how it goes, people die, the world moves on.

He does eventually move around the underground tunnels. He could leave. At least he’s pretty sure he could if he tried, but he doesn’t want to. Maybe someday, but what good would it do now? Watching his loved ones grieve his passing, wondering how the hell they can go on. Johnny knows he was loved. He is loved. And he is full of love, even if he didn’t always show it in a traditional way. But the people around him definitely knew it, Johnny always made sure of it.

And now he’s alone.

He wanders the underground tunnels, watching the trains rush by. Makes sure to step aside when they do, still afraid of being hit. Refuses to even test it if he’d just pass right through them or other solid objects and surfaces (or maybe he does pass his hand or entire arm through some worker in a bright vest, just to see if he can. It’s not like the man will ever know anyway, despite the cold shiver that seems to go up his spine.)

Finding himself at a platform with people passing by at almost all hours of the day feels like a relief. Nobody will still acknowledge him, but the hustle and bustle fills his days with something, and that’s definitely better than nothing. It’s boring and mundane but feels less lonely. He watches as people rush to work, complain about the weather and how the train is late again, teenagers loitering around and kids playing at their parents’ feet as they wait. Occasionally he’ll see some dramatic show of goodbyes and breakups and arguments and heartbreaks of all kinds. He’ll see reunions, online friends meeting for the first time. Even watched some poor bloke propose to his girlfriend. She had awkwardly declined and quickly hopped on the next train, leaving her boyfriend on the platform. Johnny would have felt bad for the young man, if the couple hadn’t looked like they were on their first date.

He makes stories about people, especially ones who take this route often. Wondering where they’re coming from, where they’re going and why. What the lives of these seemingly regular civilians must be like. The single mom who gets on the train almost every day with two screaming toddlers in tow. The young man always smoking, ignoring the glares and the security telling him off. The old woman who comes by alone, often not even getting on a train and opting to sit near the stairs for a couple hours, a few days a week, just people watching. Just like Johnny, he supposes.

That’s how the first months go by. Johnny isn’t sure how long, there’s no point in keeping count of the days, weeks, months. He’s dead, what’s he going to do with that information? Well, he does keep some track of the days, reading headlines of newspapers and articles over people’s shoulders as they wait, just to keep some track of what’s going on in the world outside the tube network.

Yeah, it’s still boring as hell. Faces passing by, day by day.

Johnny is tempted to leave, or at least see if he can. There’s only so many things to see at a train station until it starts to numb his mind. He could probably see the world. Other than war zones and safehouses and such, that is. Do ghosts go on vacations? Can they go on vacations? Johnny doesn’t know much about what ghosts – at least he thinks he’s a ghost, or a spirit of some kind – like him are capable of. Too many movies and stories about the subject, all so similar but oh so different from one another. Guess there’s no better time than the present to find out, huh?

Those plans of leaving for good are quickly forgotten when something – someone – catches his eye one day. Not even sure why, he feels drawn to her, like a magnet. And after just a few days of seeing her almost daily as she gets on a train in the morning and returns later in the evening, it just doesn’t feel enough for poor lil’ Johnny. Whatever this is, he can't just let her be. Especially when, for a brief moment, he believes she looked at him. Actually looked straight at him.

Well, maybe he will try and leave this tunnel, after all.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! 🌷This was a fairly quick thing, just because I wanted to get this little fic started, and starting a new project is always the hardest part in my experience. Just wanted to get the ball rolling, ya know? Just getting those brainworms out.

Original drabble | Chapter 1

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- Chapter 7 -

series Masterlist

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A/N: omg - yes its finally here, the next chapter:0 but its a short one! The next one will be similar since it’ll be what’s happening in the compound while Mer is gone-means; Steve’s PoV and thoughts!:D

Warnings: none! Just so you know speech in ‘>>’ means it’s in the merpeople’s language:)

Swimming through the waters made you smile. You were finally back. Finally able to swim full speed, stretching your whole tail out, just…being free again. Finally free.

You had no idea for how long you’ve been captured and what had changed. How was your family? Where did they live now? They probably moved after your capture. You moved around a lot. Every couple of years you move. What if you couldn’t find your family?

This thought scared you.

They probably really thought you were dead. You may not know how much time passed, but you could tell it was a lot. God, your sisters probably grew?

The last time you saw your family your youngest sister was only thirteen, the next was fifteen and sixteen, while you were the oldest with twenty four. At least in human years.

When you finally entered your folks territory, you could already feel something familiar.

They were here.

You felt like you always did when you were here, at home. But at the same Time there was grief, mourn.

With every inch you came closer to your house, your heartbeat quickened. It thudded in your chest like it was trying to win a race. The nervousness made it hard to breath, the tightness in your chest hard to move.

Nervousness and the feeling of stress was something you learned while being captured and with the avengers. Many feelings you hadn’t known before. You knew to be happy, angry or upset…but nervous? That’s something you had noticed people were doing. Whenever they wanted to get you out of the cage, they were nervous, stressed and uneasy. You had heard their heartbeat thudding, saw the sweat that appeared on their forehead, their sweaty palms…Also something you didn’t understand; why was the human body making water? Your body didn’t make water.

While thinking a bit about what you had learned in the time on land, you approached your home.

The merfolk watched you with big eyes as you came into view from behind the coral reefs.

You heard the sound of clicks and whistles that would mean “she’s back”, in the human language. More people swam out to greet you, seeing you after this long time, but nobody asked questions, they all let you see to your home, already suspecting you wanted to see your family. Which was true. You couldn’t wait to finally hold them in your arms and never let go.

Another merman swam to you, dressed in armor, holding up a weapon against you, before lowering it slowly.

>> you’re back…the lost Princess is back!<<

>> Yes, I’m back. I’m finally home <<

Your heart was racing while the guard led you to the castle, your home you haven’t been in since…no idea when. Would your family be happy to see you? Have they accepted your death? Or had they still hoped you’d come back one day?

You had so many questions on your mind, yet so little time to prepare for anything that would come. Even though you had imagined this moment for so long, especially in the last few days, your mind was now blank. > they missed you a lot and mourned for a long time, even though they try not to show it, they still do. The kingdom seems to be a bit…darker since your disappearance, my princess”, said the guard, placing his hand calming at your shoulder.

It was a big act of kindness and bravery, since it was against the rules to touch the royalty-but you were happy he did it. In a way this was exactly what you needed. A little reminder you were as normal as everyone else. You were someone. Not just a princess. You were a daughter, a sister, a friend…you were someone. And you were missed by everyone.

Heart racing you entered the great hall where your father and mother were sitting on their thrones. There were three more, for your sisters and you. Yours was covered by a net, signalizing your death.

The guard led you a bit closer, gently placing his hand at your back for you to swan forward, feeling how scared and nervous you were. > My king, my queen…your daughter arrived<

The king looked up, wanting to argue but his mouth stayed open when his gaze fell on you. No words coming out as he slowly straightened, a sob left your mothers lips.

As soon as you swam closer you were crushed in a tight embrace, your mothers and fathers arms wrapping around you, sounds and cries of happiness filled the room after you finally came back home. After such a long time. You could tell a few months, maybe years had passed, seeing how much your family had changed. Your dads beard had a few grays, which you assumed had happened after all the stress your disappearance had caused-and the same happened to your mom. Her beautiful hair had now a few gray strands-but she was still the beautiful woman she always was.

>Where have you been my love?<, asked your mother, cupping your face with her webbed hands, making you smile lightly as she studied your face, the small changes you had noticed yourself when looking into the mirror at the compound.

Freckles, for example. You never had freckles before and now your face was covered in the little sun kisses. You liked your freckles. Steve had some too. You liked them.

You explained to your family all about who had captured you, but left out most of the hurtful things they had done to you, how they tried to starve you out of curiosity, how long your body could keep going without food or how they had left you to die. You left all that out.

But then you started talking about the people that had found you, especially about Steve, you couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto your lips. Your mom noticed it too, taking your hand gently in hers, squeezing.

To your surprise your dad sobbed the most. Considering he was a king and often showed his colder side, it surprised you how many emotions he showed-which was something merpeople did rather rarely.

> this human sounds like a trustworthy one, but you’re better off here with us, my little girl< said your mother, pulling you once again into a hug, your father nodded in agreement but didn’t manage to get any more words out.

You shrugged lightly, looking up at the woman. > I know, but I’d like to-< before you could finish a loud squeak-ish sound interrupted you, making the three of you jump before two sets of arms wrapped around you once again.

> you’re alive!! I missed you so much- I’m so sorry I-< your little sister wailed, pressing her head against your neck, your other sister hugging you tight, also sobbing quietly. You couldn’t stop your own sobbs as you wrapped your arms around them. A second later you felt your parents hugging you too.

It was nice to finally be back again. You were finally back with your family. The place you had missed for so long.

And yet you felt like some part was missing.

But why? You were finally back home, right? You had everything you needed. Why did you still feel like something was wrong? Like some part of your heart was still apart.

Later that day, or rather night, you finally realized what you were missing. Laying in your coral capsule-which was like the human bed for merpeople-you realized you missed the big, cuddly blond next to you. His big, strong arms holding you close, his breath tickling your neck as he nuzzled his face into your skin, sometimes leaving some small kisses behind.

Your heart throbbed as you wrapped your arms around yourself, but it wasn’t the same when Steve held you. His warm body was always like a heavy blanket around you, his touch, his kisses…you missed it and you weren’t even that long gone.

When you finally managed to fall asleep, you were dreaming about Steve. His wide smile, the bright blue eyes, the many freckles covering his blushing cheeks, his cheerful laugh and the nuzzling against your neck…

The dreams you were having about Steve made you both smile in your sleep and when you woke up-but that smile quickly disappeared when you realized you were alone and Steve would never be here with you.

And you? Would you ever see him again? Come back to the human world?

You didn’t know. But it probably wouldn’t happen too soon.

Especially not after how the kingdom and your family celebrated taking down the net from your throne.

The lost princess was back.

But nobody knew how lost she actually felt.

You knew a part of you wasn’t with you anymore.

This little piece of your heart that you had left with Steve behind.

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a dream

pairing : neteyam x gn!reader

content warnings : descriptions of blood, gore, injuries — there’s A L O T. angst, a tad bit of fluff but not a ton, kissy kiss (a few in fact!), death(not neteyam i promise), mentions of the reader crying(a lot.), no use of y/n — replaced with “___”.

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synopsis : (in this fic neteyam is alive and the whole story of the sully family moving to the metkayina clan never happened. this is a few years after the first RDA attack when neteyam is 15-ish. he and the reader are 19+ in this fic.) the RDA returns and it feels you are living through hell, but neteyam pulls you through it, like a sturdy rock in the choppy waves, preventing the waves from sweeping you away.

a/n : hi i reallllly wanted to write angst for this so this is primarily just a practice for it bUT i promise there is “fluff” hehe - im not that evil i promise😗 also IM STARTING PRE-U NEXT WEEEEK!! so probably won’t be able to post so pls have this

the forest was a mess. bodies everywhere, sky people and na’vi alike, all tainted in the same red colour. you let out a war cry as you killed a dreamwalker, tossing their body to the side with a grunt. the RDA had come back in an attempt to avenge their fallen, killing many villagers and warriors in the process. this was all entirely uncalled for, and it was extremely painful to see so many young na’vi killed by the likes of them. as you were about to head back to the home tree, a piercing scream tore through the battle field, one of an ikran. you twisted around anxiously, seeing your mother’s ikran in front of you. uh oh. “alaksì? where is mother?” you ask, seeing the ikran’s panicked state, you start to feel nervous as well, for your mother never leaves her ikran alone.

“take me to her.” no more words were needed as it took off immediately, almost too fast to catch if not for your own ikran.

after landing, you arrived in an open area, with bodies littered on the floor like dead mice. however, one of the bodies stood out, for the body had the same necklace you made for your mother when you were a child, its orange and green beads now an awful colour.

“mum.”

it felt as though time froze in that very moment, leaving you to be the only person able to move. all the noise around you became muffled, all the screams, all the gunshots, war cries, everything became silent. your heartbeat was the only thing you heard, the rhythm slowly increasing in intensity like a song the clan would sing during festivals.

you ran towards her, squatting down beside her where she laid motionless, her pupils dilated and dazed. “this has to be a nightmare,” you thought, not realising hot tears began spilling down your cheeks. you turned her body over to check for injuries, and found your answer. a clean hole through the centre of her chest, blood splattered around the wound.

“no, no, no, wake up!” you shook her body, but to no avail. her limbs were limp and cold. it was weird. she looked at peace and yet you only felt grief and remorse. so you screamed. you screamed, and screamed, and screamed until your throat became hoarse. it was not enough, for your mother died with no one around her. she died a lonely death. she suffered alone, and you were not there in her last moments.

you looked over her body, feeling nothing but searing hot pain being delivered fresh to your doorstep. how could you have missed her death? how could you not be with her before she died? eywa, how could you be so cruel?

“please, oh great mother. tell me i’m dreaming!” words could not describe how loud you had yelled, how much sorrow and weight was in your words.

despite your heartbreak, you could not have a moment of peace with her. footsteps were heard behind you, slow and creeping ones, ones with shoes.

you spun around to be faced with an avatar, a dreamwalker. “you. did you do this?” you bared your teeth, tail whipping around rapidly. the avatar had a smirk on her face that you wanted so badly to slap off.

“hmm, did i? poor thing.” the avatar pouted in false remorse, wiping away non-existent tears on her face. she then took gun that was behind her, aiming right at your face. at that moment, you felt no fear, all you saw was red. bloody red. you lunged at her, taking your knife out and plunging it into her chest, in the same place your mother suffered. the demon was surprised at your aggression, seeing that she did not fight back one bit and actually tripped backwards.

“this. this is for my mother.” you take out the knife, and plunged it back down again, twisting it with anger. loud gasps were heard from the dreamwalker, but you paid no mind, only focusing on causing the most amount of pain possible to your mother’s killer.

“how could you do such a thing, demon. how could you end my mother’s life?” you spat, crying out in agony. you beat the avatar’s chest, firsts curled so tight it was bound to leave cuts.

soon, the face and body of the avatar became slack, and you removed your knife from her chest. you left an big enough cavity to be able see the slowed beating of the demon’s heart, one big enough to quell your desire for revenge. you took your bow that was slung over your arm and gave the body one last beating, swatting her face, which left a nasty red gash.

dropping to your knees, you let your feet sink into the ground, wishing eywa had not spared you like how she did not spare your mother.

even more footsteps went unheard by you, for your grief had nearly consumed you whole.

“___?”

neteyam.

you turned around to see him standing there, his own body bloody, but with few cuts of his own. you have never been more glad to see your mate now. he ran to you and knelt down to your level, cradling your face in his hands, his warm touch spreading throughout your body. he turned your face side to side, checking for any cuts or bruises. he scanned your body as well, his worry filling your heart with warmth.

“oh, neteyam.” you threw your arms around his neck as sobs had your body shaking, his hands coming up to rest on the back of your neck and on the crown of your head.

“shh, it’s okay, its okay. i’ve got you now.” neteyam’s eyes scanned the perimeter, finding the extremely blooded dreamwalker, and your dead mother. it clicked immediately in his mind — he would have done the same if it was his own, maybe doing worse than just carving a hole in her body. he squeezed your body tighter, letting you bury your face in the crook of his neck, feeling your tears soak his chest.

suddenly, your head shot up, startling him. “w-where is my father?” you say between shaky breaths and tears, your eyes searching his for an answer.

he sucks his teeth before sighing, saying, “your father is back at hometree, however, he is severely injured and has one bullet wound on his leg.” he watched relief flood into your face, but more tears followed suit.

it pained him to see you like this, your usual joyful features were now ones that were filled with pain, your eyebrows knitted together and your mouth contorted into a wide frown, lips quivering and shouting; asking eywa how she could do this to you. his heart broke with you, his eyes watering as well, but he had to be strong. he had to be strong, for you.

neteyam’s own bullet wound to the chest was a testimony to his strength, but he was only able to survive it because you were there, and you were strong. for him. losing your mother the same way you almost lost him really rubbed salt to the wound, numbness soon taking over your features.

“___, my strong heart.” he hooked his fingers under your jaw and lifted them up, using his thumbs to wipe away the wetness on your cheeks. he pressed his hand to your chest, feeling your beating heart, feeling it speed up as he touched you. he gave you a sad smile, before lifting you up gently. giving you a kiss to the temple, you relished feeling; his hands on your back, on your waist. he grounded you when you felt unstable, the moon to your sun.

“let’s bring your mother back, yeah? let’s bring her home.” home. oh how that word sounds foreign now, for she was your home. you only nodded, walking over to her body with neteyam and carrying her up, and began the journey back home.

when you returned to the home tree, you brought your mother’s body to the tsahik’s hut. opening the flaps, you saw mo’at attending to your father’s body, head hung low and face contorting and bunching in discomfort. feeling someone’s presence, he looked up, joy flooding into his face seeing that it was you who entered. however, his smile faltered looking over your numb features, the blood splattered on your face, and your mother’s body beside you, unmoving.

“my child,” he beckons you over with a wave of his hand and you went running, nearly crashing into mo’at in the process.

“father,” you cried out, feeling his arms circle around you. your face felt hot and wet again, leaning deeply into your father’s embrace.

seeing the whole thing, mo’at could only sigh, her hand resting on your back and rubbing it comfortingly, hearing your wailing and sniffles echo throughout the hut. her other hand pat neteyam’s head affectionately, saying to him indirectly, “thank you for bringing them back safely to their father.” neteyam nodded and brought his hand to his face, covering the quiet tears that came down. your mother treated neteyam like one of her own children, and it hurt to see her go like that, without you by her side. sensing this, mo’at gripped his shoulder, soothing his grief.

you did not notice, but neteyam had stepped out of the hut by the time you finished conversing and grieving with your father. when you exited the hut, you were in complete shock. slowly, the seeds of the spirit tree descending upon you both as you stood next to him. one by one, they landed everywhere — one on your’s and neteyam’s head, and the rest scattered on your bodies. a cool gust of wind then blew by, soothing your aching heart and soul.

“i think that was her, neteyam.”

“i think so too, yawne.” he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pressing kisses to your cheeks and a lingering kiss to your lips which you gladly reciprocated. breaking apart, you rested your forehead against his and ghosted your hand over the scar on his chest. feeling your fingertips along his skin, neteyam feels a shiver run down his spine. he takes your hand and places it to his lips, and clutches it to his chest again, this time with his hand over yours.

“we will be okay, my love,” he gave a quick peck to your lips again, smiling at you tenderly.

“i think so too.”

© northsoulss 2023, all rights reserved

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #atwow #neteyam #avatar #neteyam x reader #neteyam atwow #neteyam avatar #atwow fluff #atwow angst #atwow neteyam #neteyam fluff #neteyam angst #MAJOR ANGST #some fluff #mainly angst tho. #hehe #northsoulss

[fanfic-recs-01]

Spideypool Fics

This is just a list of all the Peter Parker/Wade Wilson fics I like on AO3, if you have any recs for me feel free to send me some!

Updated 4/16/24

I Think I Missed a Step ('Cause I'm Fallin' For You) by mokuyoubi

~Peter thinks Wade knows his secret identity, and Wade is really confused by the hot coed who keeps popping up and hanging out with him.~

The Health Benefits and Damages of Being an Avenger by Mushka

~"Tash? You done cleaning up the helpless puppies down there?"

“They’re monkeys. And yes. Status report.”

“I’m up here with Spider-man. He’s bleeding out despite my best efforts. ETA?”~

Join the Club by HashtagLEH 

~Homeless and mute after everything Peter has been through, he somehow makes friends with Deadpool, as Spiderman. And then he meets the Avengers, as Peter.

(Peter is underage here but there’s no romance)~

Peter Parker's Home for the Wayward Villain by BeanieBaby

~A really long redemption story.~

are you sure you wanna' love me? by scarlett_starlett

~Spider-Man is everything Peter Parker wishes he could be—witty, confident, loud, sassy, and sexy…

This is no more apparent to him than when Deadpool walks past him without a second glance the first time they meet. It sucks, considering Peter Parker has an embarrassing crush on the ex-merc.~

Mission by Woodlie

~SHIELD has found where Deadpool lives. Normally, this information would just be added to his file, but a civilian named Peter Parker also lives in the apartment with him.~

Petey and Wade discuss the proper way to go about vigilantism (and maybe they fall in love too) by isaDanCurtisproduction

~Deadpool totally crashes Peter's lunch date with some left-overs Aunt May had inundated him with, and Peter is like "Woah, isn't that that murder guy?" and then it kind of spirals from there. And maybe when Peter first saw Deadpool, decked out with fuzzy panda gloves and enough guns to take down a small monarchy, he should have high-tailed it the other way, but where's the fun in that, right?

Right???~

buddy you're a boy make a big noise by orphan_account

~Wade’s hanging by one leg from the firescape outside Peter’s seventh floor apartment, katanas sheathed on his back and a gun on each thigh - but he’s frozen like a deer in the headlights, as if Peter poses some sort of threat, standing like an idiot at the open window in sweatpants and no shirt, only a flashlight and a thin smattering of chest hair to defend himself.~

Oblivious In Love by Atsvie

~Peter and Wade are sort of a thing. Everyone knows. Except for Peter.~

Off The Record by crookedswingset

~Peter Parker is a corporate lackey whose sole job is to root out problem executives who waste Oscorp’s money and time. Wade Wilson is a reserve Avenger on the hunt for a prize even Iron Man couldn’t nail down: the real identity of everyone’s favorite webhead.

Too bad most people think Spider-Man is Harry Osborn.~

The 6 Months Peter Parker was Dead by Spongeekat

~Peter is forced to fake his own death to save the lives of his friends and family. Now living as his secret identity of Spider-Man, he must cope with the pain he's causing his adoptive fathers Tony and Steve, as well as Wade- the boyfriend he left behind- while adjusting to the lonely life of a full-time hero. It's not easy when his decision keeps finding ways to haunt him, and it seems his identity is even harder to hide from the Avengers when he's 'dead.'~

Petey and Wade discuss the proper way to go about vigilantism (and maybe they fall in love too) by isaDanCurtisproduction

~Deadpool totally crashes Peter's lunch date with some left-overs Aunt May had inundated him with, and Peter is like "Woah, isn't that that murder guy?" and then it kind of spirals from there. And maybe when Peter first saw Deadpool, decked out with fuzzy panda gloves and enough guns to take down a small monarchy, he should have high-tailed it the other way, but where's the fun in that, right?~

Rich in Love and Life by Adsdragonlover   *New

~Peter keeps running into Wade out of costume, and, remarkably, Wade's actually interested in him. In Peter Parker. And he keeps paying for Peter's things.~

Imperfect Strangers by oprime    *New

~Wade Wilson rents out his extra room to the kid that takes all those action shots of Spider-man. Peter something or other. He seems like he'll be an okay roommate and maybe an in with Spidey Cakes but why does everything about him seem so familiar?~

I dunno how to act or if I should be leavin' by sadieb798    *New

~A sudden weight clamps down on Peter’s right shoulder - a hand, he realizes when the fingers give his arm a brief squeeze - that immediately makes him tense. Why didn’t my spider-sense go off? Peter wonders as he turns to look -And comes face-to-face with Deadpool.~

Hot damn, and you too by Winterchildboobear   *New

~"How do you know my name?" Wade asked, keeping his voice light as he cocked the gun. The boys body tensed at the click of the metal, sitting up he stared at Wade sombrely, his gaze slightly unfocused.~

Shelter From Cold by torchestogether   *New

~The snowstorm was too severe for anyone to sleep out on the streets. Peter knew it was a bad idea, but even Deadpool deserved to have someone looking out for him.~

Deadpool's Dating? What the... by Ninjababe   *New

~Deadpool's dating squeaky clean Peter Parker. SHIELD wants to keep an eye on that.~

Time After Time by glaciya    *New

~“I can’t let you kill him.” Peter watches as Deadpool goes almost unnaturally still, the only movement coming from when he tilts his head at Peter. The odd tingling his spidey-sense has been making all night gets even worse as Peter tries not to shudder under the heavy weight of Deadpool’s gaze.~

Propositions by stuckybarnes  *New

~Wade finally convinces a very tired Peter to go to New York Comic-Con with him and enter a Deadpool and Spider-Man cosplay contest, sure they'll win. Obviously. It doesn't go exactly as expected, and Peter is not thrilled.~

hey you (who the fuck are you) by fancastical     *New

~For some reason, Peter thinks Deadpool knows his secret identity so he thinks its not a big deal to chat with the merc in his civilian identity whenever he bumps into him in various locations. Wade, meanwhile, is confused on why a cute but grouchy nerd keeps talking to him like they know each other but hey, its New York! Eccentrics are everywhere and this guy is really cute and doesn’t seem to mind hanging out with him!~

i know your secret by jilliancares    *New

~“I’m your new neighbor,” Wade forged on, oblivious to Peter’s state of shock, and he stuck out a scarred hand. Peter gripped it, feeling numb, and gave it a shake. Did Wade realize who he was? No, clearly not. He was acting way too normally. Wade was one for dramatics.~

The 6 Times Peter Wanted To Reveal his Identity (And the 1 Time He Did) by Spongeekat    *New

~Peter is madly in love with Wade, and plans to meet him on top of his apartment building to reveal his identity. Wade thinks Peter is standing on the ledge ready to jump, and takes it upon himself to make sure he gets home safe and finds a reason to live again.~

took no time with the fall by cherryvanilla    *New

~When the Avengers had briefed him on Deadpool, they played up the Kills People for Money and Has No Real Morals angle and left out the Is Pretty Damn Funny and Charming in a Weird, Terrifying Sort of Way part.~

I'll Tell No Lies by doctorestranged    *New

~When a series of murders take place, Peter Parker goes undercover in Sister Margaret’s to get intel on Tony Stark’s prime suspect: Deadpool. Peter goes in hoping to get enough information so that Spider-Man can save the day, but like everything in Peter’s life, it becomes a bit more complicated than that and it soon becomes apparent that he might not be the best fit for the job.~

#spideypool #fic recs #peter parker x wade wilson

[admirableadmiranda]

Hi!! Love your blog (actually your blog and a few others were the reason I remade a tumblr account haha)! I had a maybe dumb question: I've seen a lot of fanwork stating wen qing was from a branch side of the Wen family and was wondering if that was novel canon? I know in cql there's the dafan wen but it's even in novel only works sometimes so I was wondering if I missed something x) like in the lan family both ljy and lsz are stated to be part of the main family line so being wrh's niece should be enough to be a part of the main wen line too, shouldn't it?

Hi! Thank you so much for the lovely complement. <3

It's not a dumb question, honestly it's so saturated in fandom that it's hard to really make the connection here especially with people forgetting that if you're a part of the main family, you share the name. But yes, she's still a part of the main family. It's just huge. Here's the passage in question that lays that out, and then I'll lay out the two that people usually use to claim that they're not really a part of the Wen family just to see what we're working with.

"Wen Qing could be considered a famous cultivator of the QishanWen Sect. She wasn’t a daughter of the QishanWen Sect’s leader, Wen RuoHan, but instead the daughter of one of Wen RuoHan’s cousins. Although they were far cousins, Wen RuoHan had always had a close relationship to this cousin of his. On top of that, Wen Qing was exceptional in the liberal arts and studied medicine as well. She was a talent, and thus she was rather favored by Wen RuoHan. She often followed Wen RuoHan to the banquets of the QishanWen Sect, which was why Wei WuXian found her face familiar."

Chapter 60: Poisons Part 5

So the book is pretty explicit at this point that she is definitely related to him, and even if it's not a close relationship by blood, she has grown up around him and knows him well because he and her father were very emotionally close and as a result, she's favored by him too.

Of course we can't choose who we're related to, and it's clear even in the same chapter that she very much does not like or approve of what he's doing and she's fighting back in her own way as safely as she can without compromising either her people or especially her brother, but the point stands that she is related to him and not in a questionable way. That Wen in her name is not just for show, she is a part of the family with enough power to do things like hide some fugitives and act strangely without it being questioned.

Now, as for the justifications of them being a distant branch that isn't related, it usually comes down to these two passages:

"Another guest cultivator stood up, “Of course it’s different. The Wen-dogs did all kinds of evil. To arrive at such an end is only karma for them. We only avenged a tooth for a tooth, letting them taste the fruit that they themselves had sown. What’s wrong with this?”

Wei WuXian, “Take revenge on the ones who bite you. Wen Ning’s branch doesn’t have much blood on their hands. Don’t tell me that you find them guilty by association?”"

- Chapter 72: Recklessness Part 1

Here we have Wei Wuxian saying that Wen Ning's branch doesn't have much blood on their hands. But that's less of a branch that isn't related to Wen Ruohan and more the idea that if you have three brothers, each of whom have three sons, and each of those sons have three sons, you usually mark who is descended from who by a branch. They are still a part of the main Wen family, just descended from a particular line, denoted by Wen Ning being the current male heir to it, hence why Wei Wuxian is able to connect it.

A good argument indeed about their relative innocence in the Sunshot Campaign, but not about how connected they are to the clan. As we saw above, that distance did not stop Wen Ruohan and their father from being close, nor did it stop him from later being close with his niece.

Then here's the other one where I notice the tail response from LXC is often left off...

"Lan XiChen responded a moment later, “I have heard of Wen Qing’s name a few of times. I do not remember her having participated in any of the Sunshot Campaign’s crimes.”

Nie MingJue, “But she’s never stopped them either.”

Lan XiChen, “Wen Qing was one of Wen RuoHan’s most trusted people. How could she have stopped them?”"

- Chapter 73: Recklessness part 2

Even though she's a distant cousin, that doesn't stop them from being close to Wen Ruohan and his branch. They're still associated together multiple times.

The long and short of it is I believe there are two reasons why this tends to come up.

The first one is people who struggle with understanding the nature of clans and family and end up taking the people who make the clan of the unique Dafan Wen branch as canon as well, even though in CQL itself, there is never actually a distinction made of where they are from and if they are completely divorced from Wen Ruohan and anything he did. It likely started as shorthand from lacking the novel term Wen Remnants and eventually took on a life of its own.

The other is that people tend to struggle with the idea that not everyone up with Wei Wuxian that he rescued might have been involved in some way in the war and not as entirely innocent as they could have been. They carefully ignore the part where she's mentioned as being close to him, they fall back on the lines of not doing much damage and Wen Ning's branch and come up with the answer that they were not involved in the war at all, that they were all perfectly innocent innocents who never held a sword and erase the nuance of Wei Wuxian protecting them. That shouldn't be as relevant as it is, the point of it all is that they are no longer in war and regardless of what they did, the manner in which they are being treated is unjust. Wei Wuxian takes anyone who's willing to ride away with him.

The fact of the matter is that we know it is likely they did not do much in the war, but they wouldn't have been able to escape it entirely. The fact of the matter is that they are still a part of the main clan and those who escape are named and referred to by the narration as The Remnants Of The Wen Clan, the family. Wen Ning is a part of it, Wen Qing is a part of it, Wen Yuan is a part of it. They are not some mystical branch that's so far unrelated that they have no connection but a similar sounding name, they were a part of the family when it was great and they are still a part of the family when it is fallen.

In this case, branch is because the Wen family is huge. So are at least three of the Five Great Clans. We can't speak with any certainty on the Nie as they're less focused on, and the Jiang we know to be down to Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng because they are the only two in the family that they can send to the indoctrination camp, but the Lan have six boys all the same age who wear the family headband, meaning that there must be at least five families all with the name Lan who were able to have a child in the same year, and even in the Jin we know of Jin Zixun being born from Jin Guangshan's sibling, and also later a Jin Chan who is not connected to any named character, but is still a Jin who is picking on Jin Ling. They are all still a part of the main family, just lower down in the line of succession for Clan Leader. That's all that it means.

I hope this helped answer your question!

#mdzs #wei wuxian #wen qing #wen ning #wen ruohan #asks #wen clan #just because they aren't directly his children or niece and nephew does not mean they aren't a part of his family #and that is very relevant to a lot of what goes down on all sides #and shouldn't be forgotten or erased in the discussions

[fallenclan]

The crisp night breeze ruffled Ivybounce's pelt as she crept along FallenClan's borders. An innocent night patrol, was her justification. The distant cry of a mountain hawk caused her to halt, tail swishing.

Ivybounce sighed. Why was she doing this, again? With a frustrated huff, the she-cat whirled, determined to march back to camp, to her family (that is, to her family that hadn't betrayed her, shattered both her trust and tranquility alike) and put this whole ordeal behind her.

It was then that a flash of brown fur caught her eye. She bristled. "I know you're there," she hissed. Silence. Some part of her wanted to demand why, why was "avenging" Grassroot worth losing everything else? Another part of her wanted to beg her father to come back to camp, to plead for FallenClan's forgiveness.

"Ivybounce?" Ivybounce whirled, nearly crashing into Sleepycloud in her haste. The tom's gentle voice tugged her from her melancholy. "I'm sorry I followed you. I just wanted to make sure you're all right."

Ivybounce could feel the bitter chill of grief that had settled in her heart melt, if only for now (to truly heal would take time). "I'm okay. I just... couldn't sleep."

"Do you want to be alone?"

Ivybounce considered for a moment before shaking her head. "No. Let's go back to camp." Sleepycloud gave a tiny nod, a loving purr rumbling from his chest as he padded to Ivybounce's side.

The pair began the trek back to camp, tails intertwined. Otterslip watched, gaze pensive.

-🐉

AOUGHH AOUGHHHGAOUGHJ????? THIS HURTS SO BAD BUT ITS SO GOOD WTF

she misses her dad :( even if he did bad things that's still her father

#fallenasks #dragon anon #fallenfic #i do feel like out of the two of them Ivy is more (visibly) torn abt the whole situation #i think yewberry sees things in black and white. hes also stubborn as fuck

[scarlet742]

Do I miss Sam Cortland ? Yes

Do I want Sam Cortland ? Yes

Do I want to avenge his death ? Absolutely

Do I want him back ? .. .. .. No..

Why ? I DONT WANT HIS HEART BROKEN JUST AS BRUTALLY AS HIS DEATH ! So NO ! 😭

I cannot help but think-

Aelin’s brain and heart were all grown up but her feminine self was a literally the most unstable thing ever.

She went from Sam- to Dorian to chaol to Rowan in a span of 3 years.. WHICH IS FINE ! But the fact that she went from one to another WHILE being stuck on the previous one is more unstable..

Sam died.. no chance or any time to repent or even mourn for his death.. her trauma was overcome by having even bigger of a trauma from Endovier..

then she went to Dorian cause he was the prince saving her in her damsel in distress kind of situation (most non-violent way to describe her condition in Endovier cause it ain’t anywhere near a salt mine or salve camp- it’s just a mass torturing labour intensive capitalism) then she realises OH ! He belongs to a bloodline who butchered and slaughtered my people ! NO ! I SHOULD NOT BE WITH HIM ! At the same time.. ohhh the caption of guard is one brooding male.. I like him !

And after a while of fooling she went ! NO ! NOT YOU ! You are scared of real me ( I am going to ignore all of your red flags and focus on the most highlighted action of yours for breakup! ) and gave him eye of elena, which -

1. He didn’t value

2. He is not worth its value

3. Most undeserving person to ever choose- SHOULDVE GIVEN IT TO FLEETFOOT AS A DAMN DOG COLLAR CAUSE THAT CUTEST MOST FLUFFIEST HOUND ACTUALLY VALUED HER RELATION WITH CELAENA !

And to get over it.. while thinking of him !!! Went …. Ohhh I want rowan…. He is all masculine in all right places …

And finally she realises ROWAN WHITETHORN is her whole and sole mate (fae mate.. or aelin’s mate. Cause SAM CORTLAND was whole and sole mate of Celaena Sardothien!! There is no other pov- talk to fleetfoot’s shit if you decide to say otherwise! ) and she finally settles on a man worth her time, her emotions, and knows how to actually value her whole of being !

All across.. only three men .. Illias, Sam and Rowan were the ones who actually had their motives straight, knew where their priorities lies and did not just started wagging their tails like a dog in a rut the moment Celaena/Aelin was in front of them.. they were manly enough to actually make the effort to get to know her, to accompany her in all the right times and not just barge in, to help up lessen her stress and let loose during right times and most importantly never doubted her or questioned her character..

(I know you all will come and say- ROWAN JUDGED HER CHARACTER AS THE FIRST THING ! But dearest reader.. did you realise that though his actions have no exempt or excuse he did that because Celaena was getting repulsive and was on thread bare of her patience with the amount of times she was faced with the point of proving herself again and again to such great extents ! And was also afraid of being a destructive weapon to people around cause she was well versed with the fact that her power cannot be controlled- now imagine getting asked to do the thing you’ve always dreaded- or being asked to show a phase a persona that you’ve always made sure to lock up in darkest and unreachable part of you!!!)

They genuinely respected her for her being and accepted her for her and did not neglect her parts that they disliked (which were none!!) and literally were ready to sacrifice themselves for her instead of sacrificing her for the pettiest of things (eg: chaol the asshole giving away all of her deepest secrets to aeidon without being confirmed of if he was under the king’s spell or was still faithful to Terrasen just to save himself!! Like man ! You are the caption of a guard ! You are trained to take down tens of people at once and cannot handle a one on one combat with a general who just came from a long journey !? Literally makes me question his title if not his whole being !!)

#rowan whitethorn #rowan x aelin #sam cortland #sam x celaena #chaol westfall #chaol x celaena #dorian havilliard #celaena sardothien #aelin throne of glass #aelin galythinius #queen aelin #aelin fireheart #aelin ashryver galathynius #aelin galathynius #aelin #aelin of the wildfire #dorian x celaena

[darylsgirl]

You Found Me

A/N

Sooooo, This idea has been bouncing around my head for awhile but i've been unable to find the words to get it out on paper! I've left it on kind of a cliffhanger so there will definitely be a part two maybe three! Dependent on how long it takes me to write it out!

My requests are always open let me know if you have anything you'd like me to work on :) Comment if you want adding to the taglist!

Hope your having a lovely day!

Full Masterlist Daryl Dixon Masterlist

Daryl was the odd sort, He didn’t seem to ever get himself into the same predicaments as everyone else did. He was just strong, dependable Daryl. The one you could always depend on to bail you out of the shit. 

After knowing the man for 12 years now Maggie was still unable to get a real read on him. His brother was no use either, Merle was a vile man who wasn’t able to keep his trap shut for more than 15 seconds but somehow if he was questioned about their life before or Daryl he always found ways to scoot around the question.

At the lack of answers and Merles refusal to speak about it people had begun to believe Daryl was gay or quite possibly still a virgin and unable to know how to operate with women in those situations, But none dared to ask.

The brother’s hadn’t spoken in awhile, When they lost Rick Daryl was mad with grief and even Merle wasn’t able to pull him out of the mental hole he had dove into. 

So of course he went to live at riverside. That was just Merle wasn't it… surrounded by women claiming he was going to show them a man, Pfft even Rachel was more ‘Man’ than he was, especially Rachel actually. 

The last time Maggie took a trip there she was glad to see him reduced to little more than a dishwasher while the women of the group did all the jobs he deemed “Manly” Manly indeed Mr Potwash! She had thought. He played it off of course claiming that these were the things he had to do to get some tail around there. Seeing the way the women looked at him she doubted very highly he was getting much of anything. 

There was a brief glimpse of a different side of Daryl for a while everyone saw it no matter how vehemently he had denied it. When Connie’s group had settled in, Maggie had noticed the pair getting closer. Daryl had started making a huge effort to communicate with her. They were always passing that little notebook back and forth. The little book of American sign language always sticking out of his back pocket. 

Soon he had learned enough to speak to her without having to write it down which was a blessing really considering assets like paper and pencils were hard to come by these days, She needed every page to be able to communicate with the others and at the rate they were going they would have breezed through all the paper in Alexandria in under a month. 

Not that Maggie would have minded, She loved Daryl he was her original family; someone she trusted above all others, There wasn’t much she wouldn’t do to see him happy. 

Carol just had to shatter that though, She had been self destructive since she lost her Henry. Every part of Maggie understood and empathized with her, If it wasn’t for the life she carried within her at the time she would have happily watched the world burn to avenge Glenn. 

When Carol left on the boats everyone had high hopes that this would be the make or break for her, That hopefully the group would get their carol back or at least some semblance of her.

However since she came back Carol’s self destructive tendencies had gotten way worse in very real ways, It wasn’t just a not very well thought through detour every now and then. People were dying, Going missing and instead of being accountable for it she blamed and deceived people who had done nothing but love and support her. 

It was on one of these detours of hers that Connie and Magna had been lost, When the Cave opening had collapsed and the tunnel Daryl had seen behind him just a moment ago had disappeared, So had he. 

Back to the gruff surly man of the past. He now either spent his days hunting or pacing the guard towers searching, Always searching for her. When Magna had returned she saw the spark of hope ignite back into him, Even more so when they had captured a former whisperer who had told her that he had seen Connie alive and being picked up by a man on the roads. 

When the commonwealth had come knocking, Not a single person had trusted them. A group had gone out that night and managed to kidnap one of the guards. Taking him back to Alexandria they had questioned him thoroughly and discovered that not only had they allowed Ezekiel, Yumiko and Eugine into their walls but they had another of your people still in the lockup. 

This was the news Daryl had been desperately awaiting, Calling her the “deaf bitch” had earned him a smack upside the head but Daryl no longer wanted to just ‘kill the bastard’

Instead a trade was arranged, Terms struck. 10 people each, no masks, no tricks, fingers off the triggers. Midday no sooner no later. 

If any of the terms were breached it would mean many lives lost.

Maggie had let Daryl pick their side carefully, She had trusted his judgement implicitly. She knew that whoever he chose would be worth 10 times their men, From what the guard had let slip during his hours in the cell. The commonwealth had had it pretty easy. Ready made walls since the beginning, never having to starve or go without. If you didn’t wander too far they wouldn’t have even known they were in an apocalypse. 

In other words they were soft, Not tried and tested. No matter what training they had received they couldn’t have compared to the life training Maggie's group had all had, Starving and fighting for their lives on a daily basis. No amount of training could have prepared them for the lengths a family would go to to reunite. It showed by how easily they were able to capture one of them. They didn’t work as a unit and they were going to regret that if they crossed them today. 

Walking up and down in front of the group that had gathered, Maggie and Daryl both made sure everyone was armed to the hilt, Passing out what little body armour they had, It was nothing compared to the bright white shiny suits of the Commonwealth but it would do. 

Setting out on foot the prisoner tied between Kelly and Rosita it hadn’t taken too long to reach the designated clearing. They could hear them coming from a mile away in their big clunky armour trampling all manner of branches between their feet. 

Maggie turned to Daryl “If they don’t shut up they’re going to bring every walker in a 10 mile radius right to us!” She uttered urgently. 

She could tell Daryl was thinking the same as he surveyed the area carefully holding his bow aloft. 

“That’s far enough” He yelled as the Commonwealth finally broke through into the clearing.

A man in an orange suit stepped forward two paces “I said that’s enough. Need yer ears clearing out” Daryl growled at him stepping forward to the front of the group. He was still on high alert but had dropped the crossbow now to show he was not breaching the temporary truce.

The man continued another step before he spoke “Name?” 

Daryl raised his eyebrow but replied. “Dixon, Yers?” 

Nodding at him he answered “Mercer….Where's our man?” He grunted. Another man of very little words it would seem. Good. That’s what she wanted to get this over and done with, Maggie was glad he wasn’t another showboating Negan at least. 

Daryl turned to the captive, severing his ties between the women but keeping his grip on the rope still dangling from his wrist, He marched him forward a step but still out of reach of the imposing figure ahead. 

“An our woman?” Daryl Growled, Mercer inclined his head behind him. “Y/N bring her forward” 

A chill ran up Maggie's spine, She had known Daryl long enough to be able to read his body language. No matter how subtle it would seem to most, The family would know. He had gone completely stiff; she could see the whites of his knuckles scrunched up on the rope still attached to the guard’s wrist. Something was wrong.. Tensing up herself she squinted trying to see past Daryl to judge what had warranted a reaction like this one, Sparing a glance at Rosita she could see the question in her eyes too. All of your body language mimicking each other. 

The only change in the vicinity was a woman walking forward, In her curiosity Maggie had completely overlooked Connie. The woman looked around Maggie's age, She was beautiful stunningly so. But given Daryl’s previous ignorance of women she couldn’t see that being the reason. Studying Connie now she looked well, no obvious marks on her. If anything she looked healthier than the last time they had seen her. 

Daryl’s mouth had dropped wide open now, Maggie had to shove him forward to go meet them in the middle, This small shove had seemed to be enough to snap him out of his stupor. 

Forgetting all about the prisoner now Daryl took off running towards the women, the air went still, in those few moments, Both sides had weapons raised, Fingers on triggers waiting for the danger to come. 

The woman had also released Connie, Maggie saw the smile spread across her face as she ran towards him too. 

As they met in the middle Daryl easily side stepped Connie and flung himself on the Female guard. For a moment no one moved, everyone just studied the two in the middle. 

“Y/N….Y/N is that really you?” Daryl asked desperately, Hurriedly moving the hair from in front of her face. They were both on their knees clutching at each other's faces, hardly believing what they were seeing. 

Y/N’s POV 

Walking past the wall of the lost you had faltered as you always did at the picture of him, It had been 12 years since you had last laid eyes on Daryl. But you had never given up hoping you would be reunited, You had never told anyone about your life before, Not what you did for a living, who your family was or where you had lived. You had certainly never told them about him. When no one was watching you pinned the only picture you had on the wall, in the brief hope that maybe someone knew something and would hand it in…They never did…

 Reaching out you let your fingers settle on his face. Imagining your hands were not touching an old cold picture but instead on the warmth of his soft skin staring directly into those insanely blue orbs. 

The sound of heavy boots coming your way snapped you out of the day dream, Turning to face Mercer “Colonel Y/N” He nodded. Returning the greeting “General Mercer” Standing to attention you awaited his next words. 

“You’re needed on a mission. Collect the female prisoner and meet us by the main gate” 

“Affirmative sir” You reached over to collect the keys hanging from his hand, The prisoner had only been with you a few weeks, Assuming this had something to do with the recent meetings. After letting in a group of new people the commonwealth had discovered there were three colonies no more than a few days' ride away. 

Once Eugene had been introduced to “Stephanie” it wasn’t long before he gave up the information. All it had taken was a few nice days and rocky road ice cream to convince him this was the closest place to paradise. 

Being in the slightly higher ranks you knew this to be a complete farce. To keep the commonwealth working efficiently they needed the common masses to believe this was a new world order. Behind closed doors the morally corrupt government was still at work, Using the virus as an excuse to use even worse tactics than before. All dressed up with a pretty bow and ice cream you could see how the people were so easily blinded, So desperate for a peace of normality. 

Usually people who had been out there like Eugene would be less trusting. They all came around eventually but none as quick as he had. All they had to do was dangle a woman in front of him and he was walking the commonwealth's line. 

You were a lot harder to persuade, Hell they still hadn’t, You were completely alone when they had found you, Barely hanging on to life. There was nothing to give, No secrets to share. They gave up on trying to convince you a few months after your arrival, They now had collateral, The one thing that could bring you to heel. You were now a loyal Colonel of the commonwealth. It was forced loyalty but loyalty nonetheless. 

The only one who had truly earned it luckily happened to be your General, He was a hard nut to crack but working together as long as you both had he was the only one you knew for certain you could trust, It had taken a few years but one night after a run in with a different group that didn’t go quite as well as you had wanted to he invited you to his office for drinks.

There you had both spilled your deepest secrets, He knew everything about your life before and you knew his, That night you had learned that maybe it wasn’t so bad to let someone in. Soon he became your best friend, The person that you could rely on always, He always kept you in the loop with all the goings on around the commonwealth and helped you raise your station enough to earn more freedom. 

Retrieving the prisoner, You met Mercer at the gates as requested, You were the only one there who could sign which meant that you were the one who had most contact with her, She was a much harder nut to crack, Again it had been Eugine that had confirmed that she was from hilltop. With this knowledge Mercer had made a deal with the people there after they had captured one of your guards. 

He was a low level Soldier but the commonwealth needed to show the new group that they cared about everyone of the souls they kept ‘Safe’ By doing this they could hope to bring the communities into the fold, This was what they did they grew their strength by taking others. Sometimes with force but mostly with a few honeyed words about a new land. 

As you and Connie had built up abit of rapport she didn’t need to be forced anywhere, She didn’t trust anyone here but if there was anyone she thought would keep their word it was you. Strolling alongside you into the awaiting trucks you set off.

Travelling all night you kept watch over Connie while she slept, arriving just short of the meeting point, You were a few hours early which was perfect for recon, Leading a team out into the forest you had cleared it of every walker you came across. Within an hours walk of the clearing knowing that now the meeting place would at least be partially safe enough to let your guard down slightly. 

Checking the watch on your wrist was just a formality. There was someone long ago that had taught you how to read the sun in the sky. But you couldn’t get distracted thinking about him now you would save that for later when you were alone and could dream of the possibilities. 

Right now you had to be tough Colonel Y/N and get your team through this. There was two hours before your meeting which was just enough time to report back to Mercer and get there on time. 

After speaking with Mercer you both took your places beside Connie, You on the left Mercer on the right. Explaining to her that she was not going to be restrained as that would take away her ability to communicate but they needed her to comply with their orders just until the trade off had concluded to ensure everyone’s safety. She nodded to confirm she had understood and fell hurriedly in step as you made your way to the predetermined spot. 

All of you were purposely walking heavier than usual. There was no need for stealth today, Today you wanted them to know you were coming, you wanted them to be ready so this could be over and done with, The quicker everyone was home the better. 

Once you had arrived you let Mercer take the lead, Barely paying attention to the exchange until you heard your name being called. Stepping forward you signed for Connie to come with you and gripped her wrist lightly guiding her. 

When you stepped out into the light you were instantly met with those piercing blue eyes you had started to think you had imagined, Dropping Connie's wrist, your hand flung to your mouth in shock, You were shaking now. Had you finally gone mad? you wondered. Studying him he was definitely older, He held himself differently nowadays the scars and dirt all over his uncovered skin, His hair long and shaggy. He was definitely different but there was no hiding him from you, This had to be real.

Connie had taken you dropping her wrist as her sign of freedom and was already halfway across the clearing when the slight movement of his broke your shocked state, No longer caring about ‘Tough Colonel Y/N’ You ran begging every muscle in your body to move faster. It was only seconds but those seconds were too long after so long apart. 

You saw the shock on Connie's face as he darted straight past her open arms, Straight into yours, Collapsing against each other in a desperate embrace, The rest of the world faded away as you found each other's eyes, Locked in the gaze you had only been able to dream about. 

Breaking the new silence of the world he asked “Y/N….Y/N Is that really you?” 

Moving the hair that had blown in front of your face to reveal the joyful tears in your eyes he clutched at your face awaiting an answer.

Giving him the small smile you had always reserved for him. “Yes Wolfie, it's really me..... I knew you would find me” You choked out, Completely overcome with emotion now. Your lips found his in an instant letting out a moan as his harsh lips smashed into yours a desperate need overcoming you both seeming locked in that glorious moment. 

As always it was over too soon, When you felt the arms encircling your biceps you became aware of the shouting. “Colonel Y/N…..COLONEL Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING…….COLONEL Y/N BACK IN FORMATION!” He only dragged you back for a moment before Daryl was on you again. 

“GET YER FUCKIN PAWS OFF MA WIFE” Like he was electrocuted Mercer dropped his hands from you and you could hear the shocked gasps run through the clearing. 

There were choruses of “Wife?” spread from his side, Meanwhile you and Daryl had interlocked again now arms around each other weapons trained on the opposite sides. 

The soldiers behind you also in shock breaking protocol and muttering about the new developments together, In the confusion each side had both dropped its weapons. 

You weren’t sure how long you had been standing there before Mercer again called for order within the troops. Taking a much kinder tone with you this time. 

“Y/N is that him? T's..." 

Spinning around you cut him off with a glare. Knowing just how to read your cues at this point he diverted. “Is…Is this THE Daryl?” You nodded, still clinging onto him like he was your last breath. 

“Well this changes things a little” Mercer motioned to your group to holster their weapons fully while a new plan was made. There was a lot of argument between Maggie and Mercer at first. She didn’t want to let them into Alexandria and Mercer didn’t want to be outside of a set of walls when the night came. If the two of you were going to get the time you needed together they had to come to some sort of agreement. 

After an hour of this you and Daryl had decided to take a side each, You pulling Mercer to the side and him taking Maggie. In as hushed a tone as you could manage you convinced Mercer to return home for the night and when the morning came to meet you back at the gates at noon the day after. 

“I just need enough time to explain it to him, Don’t worry there is no one in this world that would keep me safer than him”

“Even after all this time? If I follow this plan Y/N are you sure you can trust him with T??”

“If it makes you feel better hold him back in the van until i confirm everything is ok, But for right now you need to let me go with them.”

Studying you for a moment he nodded “Ok Y/N I trust you and if you trust him. I’ll do as you ask. But just this once Colonel, Don’t forget who outranks who” He quipped giving you a lighthearted nudge on the shoulder. 

“Affirmative General, See you tomorrow” You walked back to Daryl nervously not sure how the conversation with him and Maggie had gone. 

But it wasn’t him who noticed you first. Brushing past him Maggie stopped in front of you. 

“Alone…One night…..Don’t get too comfortable i'm only doing this because i trust him. One wrong move and I'll put you down myself….Got it?”

“Thank you Maggie” you conceived, deciding at this point it was better to go against your nature and just be as agreeable as possible. 

Giving a short wave to Mercer you watched as they disappeared into the trees before taking Daryl’s hand and following along. 

You walked in relative silence, now was not the time for words. That would come later but now all you could do was basque in the glow of your mutual happiness at being together again. 

Shortly you came across the gates to Alexandria, Moving through the streets you felt every eye on you, the whispers coming from each side. Locking eyes with Daryl he squeezed your hand gently staying silent but he had picked up his speed draggin you with him as he darted towards the houses.

Thankfully due to the speed walking you were soon being led to a garage door, Through a house and into a room, While Daryl deadlocked the door it gave you a moment to compose yourself and get ready for the onslaught of questions he would inevitably have. 

It took you by surprise when there was nothing coming from him. Turning you found him on his knees in front of the door, head held in his hands, His whole body shaking as you approached him, Moving with caution as if you were approaching a wild animal. 

Reaching out to him slowly your hand met his shoulder. 

“You were dead!” He choked out. “Dead…..I didn’t make it in time, He said-.....He said you were overrun and I was late!” 

Getting closer to him he now seemed less like a wild animal and more like a wounded child. Kneeling by his side you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, Resting your chin on his head and pulling him into you. 

“Shh it’s ok…I’m here now…I’m here! Were together and nothing will tear us apart again” 

You could feel as his tensed form started to relax in your arms, Shushing him still you ran your fingers through his hair detangling it as you went, This had always calmed him on those nights that the traumatic events from his childhood came knocking in his dreams. 

His hair was never this long then not that you minded, it was actually kind of nice, surprisingly silky now it was almost free of knots. You weren’t sure how long you had both been knelt there when the pain started to shoot through your knees. Slowly you stood pulling him with you.

Your arms moving to his waist which you used to direct him over to the den of a bed, A small smile playing on your lips, He had always hated making the bed. It was partly why you had started calling him ‘Wolfie’ the other part was that he had called the three of you the ‘wolf pack’ You merle and him.

Social outcasts who defended each other fiercely. Well you had defended the two of them and Daryl you and Merle but Merle only cared about himself. There were women that flitted in and out of Merle's life but none had ever made the cut. 

In Merle’s eyes you weren’t sure if you had ever made the cut. He always seemed jealous of the two of you, Making snarky comments every moment he could. Always undermining you with Daryl.

As you sat on the bed you saw as his hurt and confusion turned to anger, His face blank but the fire burning in his eyes. 

He stood suddenly pacing the floor in front of the bed, You could see the cogs turning in his head as he said “What happened? Why did he lie? What did he do?” The anger in his tone sending a shock wave through your skin.

“I’m going to need you to sit down and calm down again before i tell you what happened wolfie” You had hoped the pet name would simmer some of the fire in his eyes. He gave you a glare which you returned. Torn between his anger and his need to have answers he sat again beside you. 

“Daryl before i can tell you my side, I need to know what he told you happened that day” 

You waited while he seemed to be calming himself enough to speak, You could see the tremors going through his skin as much as they were your own.

“Merle said that the cabin was swarmed and by the time he had got to you, You were…Dead..That he barely escaped with his life an he….He gave me this as proof” Pulling the knife free from his belt he raised it to his chest, Panic raised within you at this but before you had a chance to stop him. He opened up his vest, Pointing the knife away from his skin and towards the leather.

He then used the knife to cut through a crude patch on the inside and pulling something free. Keeping his fist clenched his eyes met yours as he started to open his hand.

There were happy tears brimming in your eyes when he uncurled his fist, Laying in the palm of his hand were three silver rings, Zoning in on your beautiful engagement ring, You could remember how proud he was when he told you he had worked hard for the money to buy that, Knowing you didn’t approve of how the brothers usually made their cash. 

It had concerned you at first making you question things when he was out all hours and wouldn’t tell you where. 

Until he revealed he had been working as a bar back at night and then getting up early to help in the mechanics shop all to save up for the beautiful dainty ring he now held in front of you again. 

Holding your left hand in front of him “Well are you going to put them back on then?” He scooped up the engagement and wedding ring lined them up and slid them gently back onto your finger. “Give it” You ordered with a smile. 

Opening his hand again he allowed you to take his much larger ring from his hand and much less patiently than he had you crammed it back onto his finger. 

“There that’s better” Entwining your fingers again much like you had on that beautiful day in the woods when you had first said your vows. “Till death do us part” you muttered. “Till death do us part” he agreed. 

Taking a deep breath you tore your eyes away from your rings but still enjoying the old familiar weight. 

“He ripped these from me, When he abandoned me at the house, When i wouldn’t…” You broke off not ready to jump straight into that yet.

“Let’s start at the beginning eh?” He nodded his grip tightening on yours. 

“It had been twelve hours since you had both left to see what was going on out there once all broadcasts had stopped” 

He nodded impatiently for you to continue to a part he didn’t already know. 

“When I heard the bombs I knew if either of you were in trouble you would go to the old run down cabin out by the bakers place, so when neither of you returned for a few hours I headed there to look for you” 

Your heart started beating faster in your chest as you relieved the next memories. 

“The place was empty so I waited out on the porch pacing like crazy for over an hour before Merle showed up. Running through the trees with two big canisters he yelled at me to get inside” 

“A few minutes later he followed me into the house locking the door behind him, he was frantic checking all the windows and no matter how many times I asked he wouldn’t tell me where you where” 

“I grabbed him to try and get him to snap out of whatever was going on and he turned on me. Pinning me to the floor he was yelling all sorts in my face, he was like a man possessed telling me every detail of why I was no good for you and that you had both decided that with everything that was going on, I would only slow you down and get you killed ....” 

Daryl squirmed at your words barely meeting your eyes as you continued. 

“He told me it would be a shame if a bitch like me went to waste without one good ride…. He tried to…. Well he tried to hurt me. I fought him off…. He was screaming at me again when I smelt the gasoline. When I asked him what was going on again he laughed, bolted through the door and jammed it from the outside.” 

“The Flames were half way across the living room before I remembered the window pane in the bathroom was loose enough to escape from. By the time I had made it clear of the house and could turn back it was swarming with undead and neither you nor Merle were anywhere in sight” 

“I was alone for awhile when the commonwealth found me, but somehow I always knew you made it. Everywhere I went I searched for you, searched for our mark on the trees, searched every face we came across praying one day I’d find you… and well now here we are” 

Daryl was still not meeting your eyes, his clenched fists had long since turned white at the pressure and his body shaking with rage. 

When he finally looked at you there were tears running down his face. 

“I saw the fire, I watched for hours till it collapsed in, I said goodbye to ya …. And all this time ya were right there” 

Flinging himself from the bed he paced the room “This is all my fault, I shoulda…. I shoulda fought for ya, I gave up!” You had seen Daryl upset before, But never like this. Jumping up to meet him, You had to tell him the rest before he ran, Daryl always ran, Sure he also always came back but there was something in him that whenever it got hard he would run from his feelings. This time with what you had to say you weren’t sure if he would come back.

The old Daryl would be excited but you weren't sure about this new one. Would he hate you? Would he get so angry he would throw you outside the walls and never speak to you again? 

Nevertheless he had a right to know.

You were shaking now in the nerves of the moment, “Daryl I need to tell you something-”  before you could finish your sentence, his lips met yours again for the first time since the clearing. 

The feel of his lips mixed with his familiar musk overrode your senses, Your fingers tangling in his hair once more but this time with much more urgency. Your hands found the buttons of his shirt with practiced ease. The words you were going to speak were completely forgotten as your hands trailed their way down his firm muscular chest. 

Moaning into his lips as he pressed you closer to him, In a blur he had your shirt off and had pushed you back on the bed, His teeth nipping at your collar bone. As heavenly as it felt this brought you back to reality.

"Daryl....Daryl i need to speak to you." He seemed completely oblivious to your words as his hands were fumbling with the button of your jeans.

Putting your hands over his you moved him off you gently, You were both gasping for air trying to calm down the sexual tension in the room. Your head was spinning with the words you knew you had to speak before things went any further.

His eyes met yours again curiously "Daryl there's something else about our time apart that you really need to know..."

Taking a giant gulp you began, "With everything that had been going on around that time, It didn't ever seem the right time to tell you" You choked out.

"Tell me what?"

Standing you walked to the other side of the room, Intently glaring at a book on the shelf "I was pregnant..."

The words hung in the air like a bomb still waiting to explode. Every moment felt like an eternity waiting, Steadying yourself for his reaction you turned slowly.

Your eyes swept the room as your heart broke...He was gone.

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