for evermore
summary: you laugh—loud and carefree—and they have never wished so desperately before to be human. if only to love you for the rest of their life.
pairing: DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader
mentions: gender neutral reader, possessive (obsessive) behavior, ruminations of a robot, dark thoughts ahead tbh (human mortality, fragility, death), oblivious reader if u squint, non-sexual intimacy, forehead kisses, mentions of blood and gore, moon is glitch'd, sun too tbh but its more subtle, sun's pov is like. sm lighter and then moon's is right out of an mcr song, unreliable narrator
a/n: this fic is inspired by @bamsara's iconic solar lunacy. sun&moon in this are very much deeply, irrevocably in love with u, but! when taken from the reader's pov, u can interpret that as you like! hope yall enjoy my silly little 4 am thoughts LMAO hope they make sense
word count: 2k
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One of the kids has a bit of a crush on you.
It’s cute, really. Sun watches the way little Riley holds out a drawing to you—two stick figures holding hands together in a field of flowers colored lavender and cerulean. It’s clear that it’s supposed to be you and Riley, both of you happy as can be. You smile as you take the drawing, admiring the care Riley put into every stroke of their crayons.
“It’s us!” Riley says proudly, tiny fingers gripping onto your arm that holds the paper. Bright eyes look up eagerly at you for your reaction. “Do you like it?”
“I love it!” you reply with all the care and adoration you can muster into your voice. Your free hand reaches over to smooth down the hair on Riley’s head. “Oh, you’re so talented! Look how cute we are!”
Riley beams, bright and happy, and Sun thinks it’s so wonderful that you’re able to get along well with the kids. He twirls a crayon around in his hand, idly spinning it across metal joints and silicon, then returns to doodling across the paper in front of him. Long limbs have pretzeled their way into sitting at one of the kid’s tables not too far from your own.
“When I grow up,” Riley continues in a steadfast voice, “I’m gonna marry you. And we’ll get a biiiiig house with lotsa puppies! And kitties!”
“Lotsa puppies and kitties, huh?” you ask as you set the drawing down on the table and pull Riley closer so you can set them on your lap. You pinch at their chubby little cheek. “You ready for that much responsibility, squirt?”
Riley nods. Sun rests his chin on his palm, propped up on one of his legs. The hand holding his crayon continues to doodle. “Yeah! We’re gonna feed ‘em, and we’re gonna walk ‘em, and dress ‘em up!”
You hum out a response, but by then Sun is lost in his thoughts. It’s cute, he tells himself again, gaze not really seeing what’s before him as he glances at you and Riley. Humans and their little dreams. Their bonds and their emotions. The freedom they hold within their grasps. Silly, silly humans. Silly, silly, silly.
Sun looks down at his drawing. You and him, standing in front of a little house. Free as can be to live under a bright blue sky with puffy, cotton-candy clouds. He wonders what that is like. To live with someone so closely. Being there when they wake up and when they fall asleep. Seeing them at their highs and their lows. He wonders if that is even feasible, for someone like him. The freedom he dreams about rests just beyond the tips of his artificial fingers. He tilts his head to the side and releases the tight grip he has on his crayon.
Silly robot, he thinks to himself.
Then, he folds up the drawing and stuffs it into his pocket.
The pizzaplex, above all else, is a cold place.
Sun knows its lights are too bright and its colors too jarring at times. It’s something he has grown used to—the only thing he has ever known, really. He is not exposed to much, with how limited his boundaries are and how restrictive the access he has to the internet is. You give him new things to ponder about. You blow away the coldness like it’s nothing. And he thinks the warmth you bring along with you is something he has perhaps always craved, deep inside. Him, modeled after the sun. Ironic, he thinks.
You play around with the children as he tends to a checkout by the door. It’s quick work, it usually is, and he gives his regular old smile to the parents who pick up their kids and press kisses to their scrunched up little faces in greeting.
What a concept—kissing, that is. An action done by humans to express some of their pesky little emotions. He waves away the parents and closes the door, white gaze falling on you as you laugh while you chase a few kids around. The daycare was what introduced him to all the idiosyncrasies humans have—it is the only form of contact he has with people. And it is the only way he really learns about certain things he wouldn’t have known about otherwise.
He thinks back to Riley. He thinks about the rings he sees on humans’ fingers and the terms of endearment they call each other. He watches you spin around and lunge after another giggling kid who squeals and barely evades your grasp. You laugh—loud and carefree—then make eye contact with him for a split second. And Sun feels something strange in his chassis. Something that lights his insides on fire and makes his wires buzz in fervor. Maybe this is the warmth he’s meant to hold—that he is meant to be. His rays do a little spin.
Then Sun does what he does best. He swoops in, snatching you up from the ground and yelling out something-or-other about kidnapping you for his very evil, very nefarious plans. All in a day’s work, at the daycare. You smile up at him—so small, so tiny in his hold—and he thinks he wouldn’t mind seeing it again and again and again.
Moon thinks about the stars often.
He wonders what they look like, if they match the designs that dot his hat and pants. He thinks about you, standing under the night sky. Do you like the stars you see? Do you come to the daycare and compare the artificial ones plastered to the ceiling to the ones you experience every night? Moon doesn’t know if it is enough—if it will ever be enough.
He glides around the daycare on his cable, keeping a watchful eye on the slumbering kids below. You had been subjected to Riley’s grabby hands as they refused to go down without you by their side. So now you lay next to them, idly stroking their hair as they suckle on their thumb and snooze close to your chest.
Trapped now, he’d told you when he saw Riley latched onto your leg earlier. Bedtime for you. And you simply gave him a defeated smile and caved to the whims of the child.
Moon ponders about what that must be like—laying so close to another. Would you be as comfortable with him—with his body made of unyielding metal? Would you let him soothe you to sleep with the music box in his chest chiming out a gentle song that would waft through the air? Or maybe you would prefer another human. Hmm, another.
He remembers the kiss you had pressed to Riley’s forehead at their insistence and his fingers reach up to rub thoughtfully at his own. Pesky little emotions. His red gaze always finds itself trailing back to you, lingering on your form through the rest of naptime. And when the lights flick back on, he thinks that his time with you is always too short for him to bear.
It’s the middle of the night, long after you’ve gone home, and Moon stands in front of an arcade machine that’s turned off. He stares at his reflection in the dark screen, fuzzy red eyes lighting the space up in a hellish glow. One of his hands passes across his mouth smoothly—the sharp teeth that make up his grin. And he thinks back to the parents kissing their children on the cheeks. He thinks about all the ‘sweetheart’s, and the ‘baby’s, and the ‘love’s. He thinks about you.
Moon wonders what it would be like to be human.
To just—feel everything, all the time. To hear his heart pounding in his chest. He doesn’t have a heart—never will—but he wonders what it would be like to have one. He’d give you his heart without batting an eye, he thinks. Would you do the same for him?
He ruminates on what it would be like to hold your hand. To feel the plushness of your skin against the firmness of his metal. To look and see the difference between the two. Unnatural, he frowns. Disconnected. Two puzzle pieces that don’t fit together—not in the way he would like. He doesn’t belong to you and the thought strikes him hard enough to frazzle his wires. He imagines you with someone better suited that can live with you, grow old with you. Someone that is not him—not like him, broken and robotic as he is.
And Moon wonders if this is what it feels like to die. To have the wires ripped from his body and turned into dust. Something nasty festers itself in his hardware, sears through him like a vicious piece of malware.
He stares down at his hands, fingers slim and painted blue. And he sees them doused in ruby red. He wonders what it is like to have it running through tiny, tiny veins. So fragile. He wonders what it is like to hold your skin between his fingers and feel it rip into shreds. His grin tightens and he shakes his head minutely. He looks back up at his reflection and a gleam of purple flashes across his pupils before he seizes it and locks it away.
Eclipse stands in the middle of an empty daycare and watches as you enter through the large, castle doors.
It’s you, you’re here. They missed you so much, you were gone for so long you were gone for so, so long. But you’re here, and you’re safe, and you’re you.
You freeze when you notice them—looking at you with a too wide smile and too sharp teeth. Their head tilts at you and before they can even process their actions, they’ve already taken several long strides up to your form. Because you’re here, with them, so close they can touch you.
You’re looking up at them with an expression they can’t quite decipher. But they know it must be adoration! It has to be, it must be, what else would it be? And they lean down and reach out two of their hands to grasp at your smaller shoulders. They can feel your heart beating through their fingers.
“I love you!” Eclipse chimes out, hunkered down over your smaller figure. Casting you in their deep, deep shadow. And then they curl down to press the gleaming metal of their grin against your forehead. Again and again and again. I love you I love you I love you so much it hurts what are you doing to us don’t you know this hurts? You smile (you’re smiling, right? You have to be!) at them—confused, sincere maybe—your fingers balled into fists. And Eclipse thinks that if they were to dig through their software, through lines and lines of code, they’d find a little version of you there. Infecting them—constantly there with your kindness and your adoration. Their grin twitches, their eyes upturn. “Marry me!”
You say nothing, only look up at them, but that’s okay! That’s okay, it’s okay it’s okay, right? They are bubbling and boiling alive with the fire that runs through their wires. And they have never wished so desperately before to be human. So they can be with you—outside, under the stars, under the sun the real sun—and hold you, and treasure you until the end of time until you both die.
They think about you and them, standing in front of a little house in a field of lavender and cerulean flowers. They think about waking up with you and going to sleep with you. They think about the softness of your skin and the brightness of your smile. The blood in your veins that can so easily spill over their fingers.
And they know they are not human. They know you will grow old and you will inevitably move on—leaving them for a place they cannot reach.
But still, they think, they will love you until the end of your life. And until the end of theirs.
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Personally: Chapter 5
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Series Summary: You and Bucky have decided to give this relationship a real try, and Bucky won’t let anything get in the way of finally giving you the love you deserve. A sequel to Nothing Personal
Chapter Summary: You never thought you’d be back in Hydra’s hands, but now it’s even worse as your previous savior is now in captivity with you, along with another familiar face that had haunted your memories for years.
Word Count: 4.6k
Series warnings: lotsa fluff, some angst, smut, language, violence, mentions of cheating
Chapter warnings: ANGST, some fluff, violence, descriptions of torture, descriptions of gore and injuries, mentions of cheating, language, it’s a doozy (do not read if any of these trigger you in any way)
A/N: Alright, we’re getting into the thick of it now! I hope you all enjoy it because this has been a really interesting chapter for me to write! As always, my inbox, taglists, and messages are open!
There was a wad of bloody spit clogging the back of your throat as you woke.
You coughed it out, letting the blood dribble onto the already stained concrete before allowing your head to hang for a few moments.
Water has never sounded so nice.
“Y/N?”
Your head lifted to see Bucky laying against the opposite wall, arms shackled to the wall in a similar fashion to yours.
“Bucky,” you gasped with relief, scrambling to your knees and shuffling over to him. He did the same, only for you two to be halted by the chains just a measly foot away from each other. “Motherfucker.”
Bucky yanked at the chains, testing their strength, only to let out a disappointed sigh as they had no give whatsoever. “I thought I told you to run.”
“Is this really what we’re gonna talk about right now? We’re stuck in this together. I couldn’t just leave you.” You sat down on your bent legs, giving up on trying to reach Bucky. “What else do you remember from last night?”
He pulled his lower lip between his teeth, brows knitting together. “I remember what you’re hoping I remember, if that’s what you’re asking.”
You let out a small chuckle, nodding. “Good... That’s good.”
He nodded as well, though the slight joy that was on your face didn’t not reflect on his. Instead, he wore a mask of shame, of guilt. “That’s why I wanted to go to that gala. I wanted to make up for that night, kiss you like I should’ve the first time. I... I got us into this fucking mess. I’m so sorry.”
“Bucky, none of this is your fault.”
“But I knew we should’ve just stayed home. I-I could’ve put on some records and we could’ve gotten all dressed up just to dance around in my living room.”
You smiled. “Can we save that date for another time?”
Finally, a soft chuckle rumbled in his chest. “I’ll keep it in mind, doll.”
You were silent for a moment, glancing around the concrete cell you two were in. “You got a hangover?”
“Worst one since the day I was shipped out to England.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” You flexed and curled your hands, wincing at the feeling of your cold fingers grazing against your palms.
“Are your hands going numb?”
“Just a little bit. It’s a big upgrade to being hung by your wrists from the ceiling, though,” you joked, but Bucky didn’t dare to laugh. “Do you... Do you think they know where we are? Sam and Maria and Wanda?”
He nodded, though he didn’t dare to lift his eyes to yours. “I think so. Unless...”
“I think Wanda would’ve taken this place down before we even woke up if she is here.”
He stayed silent, eyes roaming from the splat of blood you’d spat out behind to all of the other stains on the concrete ground. You could tell that he hoped another stain wouldn’t be left, much less two stains.
He remembered this room. The shackles attached to the walls, the bite of the chilling concrete against his exposed skin. He wondered if all of these rooms were the same, if each room blurred into the next and the one before.
But this one was so distinct, so palpably nostalgic in the worst way, so painful that it made his stomach turn.
Maybe it was the blood stains that made him sick, because there was a good possibility that it was his.
“You okay, Buck? you’ve been quiet for like 20 minutes,” you spoke up, lips pressed into a fine line.
“Whatever happens here,” he began, unable to pull his gaze away from a specific corner, a corner that used to hold a soiled cot but now sat empty. “Whatever they do to me, whatever they say, I want you to cooperate. Okay?”
“What? Why?”
He shook his head. “Because I know that’s all they want. If you give them what they want, they won’t hurt you.”
You pulled your legs out from underneath you to push one out towards him, grazing against his calf. “But-but what if they hurt you? If they try to do something to you, try to... Make you change.”
“It doesn't matter. All that matters to me is that you’re safe. I’ll be okay.”
“I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you, something I could stop. I can’t do that.”
“Y/N, I swear to you, I’m gonna be okay. Whatever they do to me, it’s not gonna take me away from you. I’m gonna come back to you.”
“Bucky-”
“Promise me that you’ll keep yourself out of harm’s way. Please.”
You couldn’t hold his gaze as your eyes swam with tears. “I-”
“Promise me. Promise me, doll.”
With a shuddering sigh, you nodded. “I promise.”
“Aw, are the lovebirds having a little chat?” a familiar voice boomed as the large metal door to your right creaked open and the same man from last night stepped inside. “I have to admit it, soldat, I never thought you’d settle.”
Bucky’s jaw clenched and he visibly gulped.
“I mean, with all of the poor girls you’d gone through in your time here,” the man continued, walking over to you and running a hand through your hair. “And I don’t think I saw you kiss a single one after what you did to them.”
You winced away from the man’s touch, but he yanked at your hair, bringing you back over to him. His hands were rough and calloused from what you felt against your scalp, and though you knew Bucky’s hands felt almost exactly the same, it felt so so different.
As you glanced over to Bucky, you caught his eyes before he bowed his head. You saw his lower lip quiver.
“How is this girl different from those others that we had to... get rid of.” The man knelt down next to you and took your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks so harshly that they stung. “I’d very much like to find out.”
You spat in his face, watching the diluted blood splatter across his skin.
Before you could crack a victorious smirk, he landed a harsh slap against your cheek before unlocking your hands from the chains. He grabbed at the hair on the crown of your head and yanked, pulling you up to your feet.
“Please don’t hurt her,” Bucky cried out, pulling his body so far forward that his chest was arched forward and his arms were pulled straight back. “Please, take me instead.”
“No, Bucky,” you begged. “It’s okay. I can’t let them take you from me.”
“You promised-”
“Oh, stop it, you two. It’s disgusting,” the man snapped, jostling you around by your hair. “I’ll be back in for him in a moment. Did you really think we’d torture you two separately?”
You let out a desperate cry, reaching for Bucky as the man dragged you into the next room. He bound your wrists and hung the rope up on a metal hook above your head, leaving you to dangle before heading back into the other room to assist in dragging Bucky out here.
The two men strapped Bucky to a chair opposite you, and you warily eyed the machinery surrounding the metal chair. You also couldn’t help but notice the way his breaths picked up as he was getting strapped in.
“Spoke too soon about being hung from the ceiling,” you sighed, kicking your leg slightly.
“Do you two like game shows?” the man spoke as he rifled through a bag that was set on the floor.
“What, did you kidnap Steve Harvey, too?”
The man let out a laugh, but there was no hint of humor within it. He rose to his feet, holding a very familiar object in his hands. “I do not like jokes, little girl. I do, however, enjoy little games. Ones that I am in control of. No mustached men needed.” He held the device in front of your face. “You know what this is, so I will not go into detail about it. The rules of this game are: you answer my questions. Every sign of hesitance will earn you a shock. Every lie or unanswered question-” He gestured to Bucky. “Will be one more memory of you he forgets, until his brain is completely wiped.”
You gulped, looking over to Bucky.
“Doll, don’t,” Bucky begged. “I’ll be okay. I... I won't forget you.”
“Give me the first question,” you snapped, avoiding Bucky’s gaze as you stared the man down.
The smile that spread across his face brought chills down your spine, but you held your steely gaze. “Such a brave little girl, this one.” He patted your cheek, and your arms ached as you recoiled from his touch and your body swung back. “First question: How did you two meet?”
Your brows wrinkled. “Is this the dating game?”
The man landed another smack onto your face and you winced. “Answer the question. Do not forget about the punishment.”
You huffed, lips tightened up in a scowl as you turned your head to look at him once more. “It was a PR relationship. We met at Stark Industries when it was announced that we would be in a relationship to help with his public image.”
“So you knew of him, but he didn’t know you?”
You nodded. “Yes.”
The man tilted his head. “So you knew what he had done, and you still wanted to help this man?”
“He didn’t do anything, need I remind you. He was a hero before he was taken by the likes of you, and he’s a hero today. That’s why I wanted to help him. He deserved it after all that he’d gone through.”
A chuckle sounded from the man, shaking his head slightly. “And how did that go for you?”
Your jaw tightened and you averted your gaze to the floor.
He tsk-ed, and you heard a surge of electricity before there was a tingling pain in your side that rocketed through your veins. You let out a cry, flinching away from him and the tool. “I do not like being ignored. Answer me. How did helping such a monster work out for you?”
“I helped him! The-the media loves him now. He’s got articles about him in Teen Vogue and Men’s Health. People love him, wanna date him, wanna be him. It worked how it was supposed to.”
“But what about you, hm? How did it go for you?”
Tears welled in your eyes, and though you assumed you may be punished for it, you didn’t look at the man or at Bucky. “No one even knew my name, but all they did was talk about me. About how I was stupid, too good for him, evil for taking him all for myself, everything. But I lost my job because of it, lost my friends, too. And...”
He pressed the taser to your ribs, pressing it hard enough for it to hurt your bones as he zapped you and held it against you.
“And he hated me! I did everything, gave everything up, and he despised me! Is that what you want to fucking hear?” you screamed out, letting out a sob when he finally pulled the taser away. “I was miserable.”
The man hummed, his lower lip stuck out in mock sympathy as he nodded before he turned to face Bucky. “Any response from you, Mr. Barnes?”
You wished you didn’t lift your head to meet Bucky’s gaze, to see the tears swimming in his eyes and the trembling of his lower lip. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he rasped, sniffling.
“Aw, how sad,” the man spoke up just as you were about to console Bucky. “Towards the end of his time here, I’d never seen him cry. It’s very... Satisfying, I must admit.”
“What’s the next question?” you hissed, though the tightness in your throat made your voice waver.
“Was it worth it? All of the pain, neglect? The torture you’d undergone because of him?”
You didn’t even hesitate to answer. “Yes. I’d do it a million times over again if it meant that I helped him. That’s what the whole point of the relationship was.”
“Then why did it end?”
The way your breath hitched in your throat was a clear tell of how you felt about it, evident by the unfiltered laugh from the man, followed by the ticking of the taser’s switch as he turned it up a level.
“We, uh... We had too many issues being together.”
“Lie.”
Your head lifted immediately, watching in horror as he stepped beside Bucky and pushed his chest, slamming him down into the chair. A switch was flicked, and a mechanism began to lower a strange contraption around his head.
“He cheated on me! Please, don’t hurt him! Please!” you cried out, tugging at your hands in a desperate attempt to free yourself and help Bucky. “We slept together after he saved me from Hydra, he told me that he was sorry and he wanted to fix what he did, and then he slept with another girl just a few weeks later. I broke up with him.”
You watched the way Bucky shook, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his eyes squeezed shut even though the man turned the machine off. Bile rose in your throat and you ached so badly to hold him, to kiss him until the shaking stopped and his breaths evened out.
The man stalked back over to you, his face blank, though you could tell a million twisted thoughts were swirling in his mind. “Did you know this woman?”
You shook your head. “No. I-I didn’t even see what she looked like really.” Just the long blonde hair and petite frame that haunted your dreams more often that you’d dare to admit.
The man accepted the answer with a nod, but when he turned once more, his back facing you, you let out a cry and insisted that you were telling the truth.
However, he walked straight past Bucky and into a room behind him, and a panicked scream sounded from inside. Moments later, he dragged a blonde woman out by her hair, the same way that he grabbed you, and tossed her to the floor in-between you and Bucky.
Her arms were bound behind her back, and though her legs weren’t bound, it was evident that she was far too weak to run. She just collapsed onto the cold concrete, shaky sobs wracking her body.
Another man brought in a chair and assisted in setting the woman in it, tying her legs to the legs of the chair. While the two men worked at that, her head lifted and she met your gaze.
Through the blood and dirt that was matted onto her skin, you took in her pale skin, her crystal blue eyes. More specifically, the guilt and fear that swam within her eyes.
“Ah, what a nice little reunion I’ve arranged,” the man hummed, clasping his hands together with a disturbingly gleeful smile on his face, full of teeth that looked a little too perfect. Hand picked, almost. “Does this pretty face ring a bell to you, little girl?”
You shook your head, but there was an inkling in the back of your mind, taking residence in the base of your throat and making you feel smothered.
“How about you, soldat?”
As everyone’s gaze shifted over to Bucky, his gaze only stayed on you. He silently communicated the sorrow and guilt and regret that was bubbling in his stomach though his eyes, letting you explore them for only a split second before his eyes closed and he gave the man a slow nod. “Yes,” Bucky rasped.
“How about you introduce yourself to Y/N?” the man instructed the blonde woman, gripping her chin and turning her head so she would look at you.
Her lower lip quivered as she stared at you for a few moments. “My name is Cassandra Henderson. I-I was an intern at Stark Industries back in 2025. I’m so sorry for what happened,” she spoke, her voice only slightly louder than a whisper.
Your stomach dropped, but you kept a straight face despite the tears in your eyes. “It-it was you?” you spoke.
“Yes, it was.”
You nodded, a few sobs slipping past your lips as you tried to find the words to respond. All of the questions you had for her, all of the doubts and horrors and venomous words stored in the back of your mind for this very moment, all faded away. The only thing you could voice was, “Why?”
She shook her head. “I was young, and he was a superhero.”
“But you knew we were together, right?”
She sniffled. “He told me that it was all fake. I had even asked him about it, because I wouldn’t dare let a man use me as a way to cheat on someone else, but he reassured me. I believed him.”
“Did...” You sucked in a deep breath and titled your head up so your eyes were focused on the ceiling, blinking back the tears. “Did he let you call him Bucky?”
She gave you a confused glance, but nodded. “Yes.”
The pain in your body, in every fiber of your being, was comparable to being torn in two. One part of your body, your mind, your conscience was adamant on the fact that the pain wasn’t worth it, that there was no reason for you to keep on staying. All of the lies and the pain weren’t something that you should leave in the past, to push away for a second chance with the man who once only resided in your dreams and your nightmares.
The other half, though, thought of all of the sweet cheek and nose and forehead kisses, the warm limbs wrapped tightly around yours in the dead of night and the damp clothes from that day in Central Park. Of the promises he’d made and kept, the adamance of staying no matter what. The profession of love, the kiss he wanted to get right, the date of slow dancing with no one else around that he promised you.
The unrelenting tears that flowed from Bucky’s eyes, the shaking of his shoulders sent the first half away, leaving you with an all new kind of pain as you watched him recount his mistakes. A searing pain that settled in your chest and sat so heavily that you couldn’t move. A needle going through torn skin, followed by the drag of thread, cinching and tightening the two pieces of split flesh back together.
Love.
“Don’t you want to forget it all, soldat?” the man spoke, making his way over to Bucky with purpose, an outstretched hand of peace. An olive branch that beared poisonous fruit. “Forget the pain you’d caused?”
Bucky shook his head fervently, his eyes finding yours with the same practice, same muscle memory that he’d gained over the past few months. “No, I-I can’t leave her. I don’t want to,” he spoke, his voice so weak and fragile that it prompted a sob from you.
“Don’t worry, you’ll forget about her eventually. Let’s just give it a try, shall we?” The man’s hands shoved against Bucky’s chest once more, forcing him down against the cold leather and metal. Bucky’s cries and pleas for release, for anything but a wiped memory, echoed throughout the room and out into the hallways as the large metal cuffs came up and around his biceps.
A scream tore through your throat, so powerful that it made your body shake and your ears ring. Your body thrashed and you felt the metal of your chains slowly begin to give. “Don’t you fucking touch him!” you wailed, eyes squeezed shut.
Lightbulbs sparked and popped above your head, shrouding the room in darkness for just a moment before the backup floodlights kicked on, casting the room in a haunting red light. That sickly, blood red seeped through your closed eyelids and you let out a relieved laugh as you finally opened your eyes.
“They’re here for us,” you spoke, lungs rattling with sharp breaths. “I don’t know if it’s Wanda or Thor or someone else, but they’re here to get us out of here. And when they let me out, I’m gonna fucking tear you to pieces.”
Everyone in the room stared at you in shock, including the man who still held a hand to Bucky’s chest and the hydra agent who had been tucked into the corner of the room the whole time. “Give me a report on the perimeter,” the man snapped, pulling away from Bucky to rush over to the other man.
“The perimeter is secure, no report of a breach,” the second man explained as he handed the first man a tablet displaying the multitude of cameras and trackers that populated the facility.
The man examined the screen for just a few moments before handing it back and stalking over to you. “Fascinating.”
Your jaw tensed as you watched his every move, especially eyeing the Cheshire grin that crept across his face. Your fingers balled up into fists as you desperately yanked harder and harder at the chains suspending your body, but the man had reached you before they could give out.
He landed a harsh smack against your left cheek, making the inside of your cheek split on your teeth and well with blood. Before you could even fully feel the pain of the first hit, he slammed a closed fist into your abdomen. All of the breath fled your lungs and you sputtered, a leg lifted into the air and curling against your stomach as a way to double over from the pain.
His hand grasped onto your face, cheeks squished between his fingers as he forced you to look at him. “You’re trying to get away? After what we’ve just given you?”
Fear flooded your gaze as you searched the man’s eyes for any hint of a lie.
He cackled, tightening his grip on your face so your sealed lips split open, allowing the blood that was pooling in your mouth drip down your chin. “You stupid girl. You think you did that all by yourself?”
Above your head, your fingers curled around the hook from which you were suspended, quickly pulling yourself up until you could kick out, connecting your foot with his stomach and kicking him backwards. Caught off guard, he stumbled to the ground, clutching his stomach.
You dropped yourself down swiftly, collapsing to the cold concrete floor along with the man as the chain finally snapped. You felt your knees tear open, along with the fabric of your dress as you scraped onto the ground. The adrenaline coursing through your veins was a blessing, though, as you ignored the pain and instead hiked up your dress to withdraw the gun you had strapped to your thigh from its holster.
After flicking the safety off, you held it up towards the second man who came rushing towards you, nightstick in hand. With no hesitation, you fired, lodging a bullet deep in his thigh, evident by the immediate gush of blood and the pained scream he let out as he crumbled to the ground before fainting soon after.
You averted your aim to the man who had finally made his way back up to his feet, firing once and hitting him square in his chest. He fell to the ground once more, eyes wide with surprise but a satisfied smirk pushed its way onto his lips through the gasps of breath.
You didn’t even wait for his body to collapse before you rushed over to Bucky, unable to decide if you wanted to cup his face in your hands or undo the thick metal cuffs that strapped him to the chair.
“Y/N,” he spoke as your trembling hands shifted back and forth from his face and his shackles, so lost in your own mind that you didn’t hear him. “Doll. Hey, doll.”
“Goddammit, fucking open, you piece of shit,” you cried, sniffling as the panic and adrenaline shaking your hands made it nearly impossible to get a good grip on anything.
“Y/N,” he snapped, making you jump.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m trying to get you out of here.”
“Hey, don’t be sorry. Just take a few deep breaths for me, okay?” He paused, watching the shuddery rise and fall of your chest. “Good, good. Okay, now you need to go over to that switch board against the wall. There’s gonna be a switch that powers this chair down and it’ll release the cuffs. Got it?”
You nodded, following his gaze over to the panel and scanning over all of the buttons and levers and switches that decorated it. You flicked off the only switch that was on, letting out a cry of relief when you heard the restraints collapse back into the arms of the chair.
Everything was a blur until you launched yourself into Bucky’s arms as soon as he was on his feet. Your fingers clutched so tightly onto the fabric of his once-crisp white button down that you feared you’d tear it, while the other still gripping onto the cold black metal of the gun.
Meanwhile, he was so overwhelmed with relief that all he was focusing on was the warmth of your body against him and making sure his knees didn’t buckle underneath him. “It’s okay, my sweet girl. It’s okay,” he soothed, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Are you okay?”
“I just shot two people,” you whispered, staring off into space as your eyes glazed over. “I killed somebody.”
“I know. I’m so sorry.”
You gave him a nod, reluctantly pulling away from his touch to slide the gun out of your hands and into his before retrieving a knife off of a small table and walking over to Cassandra. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, biting down harshly on her lower lip as she looked up at you. “I’m okay. Thank you,” she responded, voice meek and trembling.
You sunk to your knees in front of her, slicing apart the knots that bound her ankles to the chair before moving behind her and freeing her wrists. You stood back up and, with your free hand, helped her to her feet.
Once she was on stable footing, you bent over and began sawing through the bottom of your dress, removing the last foot or so of fabric until the end of your dress sat at mid-calf rather than being floor length.
“What are you doing?” Bucky spoke, rushing over to you.
“It’s hard to run in a floor length dress,” you spoke simply, stepping out of the ring of fabric you’d cut off and over to the smaller second man whom you’d shot in the leg, tugging the shoes off of his feet and slipping them onto your own bare feet. “Also hard to run with no shoes.”
“How do we get out of here?” Cassandra questioned, arms wrapped around herself.
Bucky shook himself from his stupor, of the haze that clouded his mind at your numbness. “There’s, uh, there’s a garage somewhere near here, we can hotwire one of the cars and get out that way.”
“This tablet has a map of the facility,” you announced, lifting the device off of the floor. “We can use it to get out. We’ll need to figure out a way to contact everyone once we get far enough away, though.”
Cassandra nodded, kneeling down next to the first man and digging through his pockets, retrieving a set of car keys and a phone. “You think these will work?” she hummed.
Bucky nodded, taking the phone from her hand and tucking it into his back pocket. “We need to hurry. They’ve definitely heard the gunshots, so it’s only a matter of time until we’re flooded with agents.”
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Conner Kent/Kon-el aus
Heres two of my aus that i love very much. i tried to put some warnings in there for anyone who doesnt want to read the specific au.
Id love to write about them if anybody is curious or even has x reader requests for it 👉👈
let me know if you guys are curious about my jason-centric of bat-centric aus
Overall title: Kon Lok-Ghul
Overall themes and triggers: League but mainly Superman bashing, child neglect in the beginning, self-harm thoughts and alike. Lotsa kryptonian mythos, legends and religion that I made up myself
Main characters: Kon-El/Conner Kent, Lar-Ghul, Adra Wann-ke, Lok-Ghul.
Ocs: Lar-Ghul the kryptonian god of the moon, also known as the banished god. Extremely powerful magic user and is the reason kryptonians biggest weakness is magic. Adra Wann-Ke goddess of the sun. Kryptonian goddess of the sun and is the reason they gain energy from the sun and alike. Lok-Ghul, the first and original Nightwing, son of Lar and Adra. Banished to and died in the phantom zone.
Story, shortened in some cases: After Lar-Ghul cuts his connection to krypton after the banishment of Lok-Ghul, canon continues as normal. He took all his followers with him to a side dimension of his own creation.
Everything follows canon until Conner is introduced, this follows more like young justice. But unlike canon where Conner gets introduced to the world and whatnot, this Conner is just kinda left on his own. The league doesn’t trust him at all and are ready if he turns on them, not knowing or caring that Conner can hear them planning his death and whatnot.
Clark is pretty cruel to Conner in this au, mainly by ignoring him and insulting him, not even referring to him as a living breathing person. Even members who don’t fear Conner ignore his existence, and the titans are ordered to stay away from him. Conner doesn’t even have a name In this au and go by Superboy, since it’s the only name he’s ever been given.
Adra and Lar being gods of krypton have an eye on all living kryptonians and see Conners situation. Lar takes him away from earth and bring him to his side dimension, where Lar and later Adra adopt him.
During the destruction of krypton, Adra took the few loyal followers she still had and brought them to her own side dimenson. The moon and sun faction have been at war for as long as they have existed, but Conner takes the place that Lok-Ghul had in the past, as their “chosen one”. Him simply being there puts the factions at ease.
Lar gifts him magic and Adra gifts him the kryptonian abilities, like flight and lazer eyes and whatnot. He also becomes a lot more resistant to kryptonite since he now has the blood of gods. Time passes differently in the side dimensions so Conner, who now goes by Kon Lok-Ghul, becomes an adult.
Overall title: Red Krypton, Yellow Krypton, Orange Krypton
Overall themes and triggers: Major League and titans bashing, child abuse? child neglect, self-mutilation, self-harm, gore and torture, mass genocide. Things like that. Much hurt, little comfort.
Main characters: Conner kent/Kon-El who goes by Con in this au. Dex-Star plays a smaller role but is there.
Ocs: None.
Story, shortened in some cases: After conner is brought into the outside world, the league and titans lock him away in mount justice and ignore his existence. They are convinced he’s evil or a mistake. He has no food or water, and only survives on the little bit of sunlight that gets into his room.
Even after all this Conner, who’s not been named and goes by Superboy still, believes that the league and titans will just need time to get used to him, and that maybe Clark will take him in or teach him about his abilities.
As Conner lays starving in his room, splayed out in the little patch of sunlight, he develops his abilities, like hearing and sense of smell and alike, and he listens to the league and titans and whatnot. He listens to them speak horribly about him and insult him, it makes his heart ache to even hear the titans talk about him this way when they’re supposed to be teammates.
It continues like this for a while, until Kara and Jon are introduced. He listens to them and the rest of the world talk about superman finally getting a sidekick and whatnot and it finally breaks Conner, cuz his last ray of hope was being Supermans anything.
He despises looking like Superman, and goes as far as to start scratching and ripping at his own face, using so much force he rips through the kryptonian flesh. He’s so angry and scared, it feels like it is suffocating him. He screams and cries and yells, cursing the league, the titans, and the world.
That’s when two rings smash through his window, one is yellow and another is red, and one goes on either of his hands. The red and yellow combines and summons an orange suit. By smashing the window, the sun comes inside more, and Conner starts healing immediately when it hits him, his healing having gotten stronger too over all this time.
He feels full of anger and fear and leaves the planet, smashing the wall as he goes. He uses the rings to create a mask that covers his face and most of his head. He feels so full of rage and fear that he releases it on other lanterns that cross his path. When Green lanterns start to try and capture or get rid of him, he vows to kill all of them, resulting in him killing thousands of other lanterns as his kryptonian abilities grow.
He choses the name Con, short for Consequence, as he is the consequence of the league’s actions. His eyes are always glowing red ready to use his lasers but also because he’s overflowing with rage.
On his travels he meets Dex-Star. They become allies, as Con loves animals and Dex-star can get his help in his revenge and because he secretly loves pets. Con will regularly hold Dex-star and pet him.
At some point Con will return to earth and wreak havoc, having grown stronger than ever before. Here he uses his dual wielding rings to almost defeat Superman by crushing him, and kills Kara by using his lasers, think how Superman kills Shazam in injustice. He is only stopped by Hal, who has known of Con, also dubbed Red, yellow or orange krypton depending on who you ask.
Con makes some speech about him being their consequence and their fault before leaving the planet again, having asserted his place. Its first then that they check on mount justice, where it’s been months or years since they’ve heard from Conner, having forgotten about him. They find the destroyed room and old blood stains, and it hits them they have created a monster.
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