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Back in Time

Logan Howlett x Reader, Wolverine x Reader

Summary: Set in Days of Future Past; Logan has lost everything, he has lost you. He’s finally been sent back in time to change the future. How can he keep his head straight when he travels back and sees a younger you?

Word Count: 1.6k

Author Note: Reader has heightened strength and ages pretty much as slowly as Logan.

Hearing a knock at the door startled you; no one had come by in years. You shook your head slightly before walking over to the door and cracking it open, wanting to check who it was before you welcomed them with open arms.

“Can I help you..?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow, the attitude clearly shown in your tone.

The man gazed down at you, his lips parting as he sucked in a breath. You frowned as he watched you; feeling slightly uncomfortable by how focused he was on your features.

“Hello..” you add, waving a hand in front of his face; causing him to snap out of it.

“Uh.. hi” he replies quickly, his face still showing surprise as he fights the urge to reach out to you.

“What- happened to the school?” He asks, his shoulders rising and falling as he breathed deeply.

“It’s been shut for years” you reply, still keeping the door only slightly open. “Are you a parent?” You add

“Sure as hell hope not” he chuckles, his eyes still fixated on you.

“Where’s the Professor?” He questioned causing you to cock your head.

“What professor?” You ask, playing dumb.

His hand reaches in an attempt to open the door, but you’re quick to push back against it; you’re strength matching his.

“I know he’s here, I need to talk to him” he attempts to explain. You can tell a part of him is holding back as he talks to you.

“He’s busy” you reply, pursing your lips; not trusting this guy.

Soon he pushes through the door, his strength finally winning as he walks past you.

“Hey!” You yell before grabbing his arm and spinning him around to face you. “What do you think you’re doing?” You question with a scowl on your face.

He grins as he looks over your face. “Look, my name is Logan” he begins, “I’ve been sent here to speak with Charles and although you’re incredibly gorgeous, you’re not gonna to stop me” he finishes before turning around and heading up the staircase.

“Don’t you walk away from me” you reply angrily as you storm after him.

You stand in front of him quickly, blocking his way to Charles’ office.

As Logan attempts to move past you, you bring your leg up; kicking him hard in the chest and sending him flying across the stairs into the opposing wall.

He hits the wall with a groan before dropping down; his legs quickly keeping him balanced. You stand tall, prepared to take him on before he smirks.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve done that” he chuckles before coming back over to you. You tilt your head, confused by what he was saying. You sure as shit knew you hadn’t met this guy before.

“You ready to get the hell outta here?” You taunt.

“I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart” he replies.

“I wouldn’t worry about it” you scoff as he continues to walk towards you.

You pulled your arm back before landing a blow to his chest, causing him to stumble. You step forward again, ready to launch another one when he grabs your fist with his hand; squeezing your knuckles. You prepare yourself to kick him again when you’re unfortunately interrupted.

“What’s going on here?” You hear Charles say as he walks around the corner. Logan drops your fist when he looks up.

“Professor..?” Logan mutters.

“Please don’t call me that.” Charles replies quickly.

Your eyes flash between the two of them. “You know this guy?” You question Charles.

“Yeah, he looks- slightly familiar” Charles says as he steps up beside you.

“You can walk..” Logan acknowledges, his eyebrow raising.

“Well, aren’t you perceptive?” Charles replies as he walks past you both and down the stairs. The two of you follow him quickly, although your eyes are focused on Logan.

“This is private property..” Charles begins, turning to face Logan. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that..” Logan replies.

“Because— well, I was sent here for you.”

“You can tell whoever it was that sent you, that I’m busy” Charles replies with a roll of his eyes.

“That’s gonna be a little tricky..” Logan says, “since the person who sent me… was you” he adds.

You and Charles immediately exchange looks; you’re clearly give him the ‘this guy is nuts’ look that he has seen so often.

“What..?” you ask, cocking your head at Logan.

“About 50 years from now” he adds as his eyes lock with yours. Every time he gazes at you.. his eyes soften.

“50 years from now..? What like the future?” Charles laughs.

“Piss off” he adds with another chuckle, looking back over at you.

“If you had your powers right now, you’d know I was telling the truth” Logan states, his eyes moving back to Charles who was now sitting on the staircase in front of him.

“How do you know I don’t have my p-“ Charles begins to question. “Who the hell are you?” He adds, growing frustrated.

“I told you. I know you, Charles” Logan replies, walking over to him. “We’ve been friends for years..” he says before looking over at you.

You were beginning to think he may be telling the truth.

“I know your powers came when you were 9. I know you thought you were going crazy when it started- all the voices in your head” he says, tapping the side of his skull. “And it wasn’t until you were 12 that you realised all the voices were in everyone else’s.” He finishes.

A deep breath escapes you. How did he know this? You didn’t even know this stuff about the Professor.

“Alright.. you’ve peaked my interest. What do you want?” Charles asks cautiously.

“I need your help to stop Raven. We need your help”. Logan answers.

“What does Raven have to do with this..?” You ask in a soft tone, causing Logan’s attention to snap back to you.

“Her power becomes weaponised” he replies, taking in a breath.

He begins to explain what happens. How her actions lead to the downfall of all mutants. That these “machines” begin to adapt to your abilities, hunting you down and taking you out one by one. As he remembers the people he has lost, his eyes fall on you; as though he is trying to memorise the features of your face, the freckles on your cheeks…

The way he looks at you; you begin to feel that he truly does know you.

“Even if we do believe you..” Charles mutters, “Raven won’t listen to me” he concludes.

“I know.. that’s why we’re gonna need Magneto too” Logan says, standing tall.

You let out a huff as he finishes speaking. “Excuse me?” You question. “You do know where he is, right?” you say and he nods.

Charles begins to chuckle to himself as his head hangs down. “He is where he belongs” he replies as he stands up and begin to walk out of the room.

“You’re just gonna walk out?” Logan begins, “the Professor I knew wouldn’t give up on someone who lost their path. Especially someone he loved.” He adds.

You bite the inside of your cheek as he says this, thinking back on Charles and Erik.

“You know.. I think I’m beginning to remember you now. Tall, angry fellow with contentious hair..” Charles begins to reply, “we came to you a long time ago, seeking your help.” He says as he steps closer to Logan.

“I’m gonna say to you, what you said to us then” he says quietly.

“Fuck off”

Logan’s hands reached out, grabbing the scuff of Charles shirt and pulling him towards him. You quickly step forward, your hand grabbing Logan’s arms and squeezing tightly.

Logan’s focus shifts to you for a moment, his jaw clenched before he lets go.

“Listen to me you little shit..” Logan growls, towering over Charles. “I’ve come along way, and watched a lot of people die” he adds, his eyes glancing over at you as the words leave his lips.

“If you want to wallow in self pity, then you’re gonna watch the same thing. Understand?” He says firmly, keeping his eyes away from you as you step back from him; processing his words.

“We all have to die sometime” Charles retorts before walking away.

Your head hands low as you let out a sigh before licking your bottom lip. You watch Charles leave the room before turning back to Logan.

“He’s going through a tough time” you speak quietly, grabbing his attention.

“I’ll speak with him” you add with a gentle tone.

Logan lets out a breath before nodding, accepting that you speaking with him might be the better option. His hands rest on his hips as he takes you in.

“You know… it’s really good to see you” he finally says, acknowledging the fact that he has missed you for a long time now.

“I’m guessing we’re best pals in the future, huh?” You reply with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk.

“Something like that” he replies with a gentle tone.

“I’m sorry about… what you’ve been through..” you say, clenching your jaw as you finish speaking.

“Yeah.. me too” he mumbles quietly. He had never had to fight this hard to not reach out to you, to not pull you into his chest and never let you go.

Holding himself together felt nearly impossible. The only thing that was holding him together was the possibility that at the end of all of this, maybe you’d live. Maybe he would feel whole again.

You feel your heart cracking open as you stare up at him. There was something about him. Something that you trusted for some strange reason you could not explain.

“Well… let’s do something about it” you beam, doing your best to lighten the mood.

His lips crack into a smile as you speak. Seeing you like this; seeing you so full of light… he wouldn’t lose you. Not this time.

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Newbie

Logan Howlett x Reader, Wolverine x Reader

Summary: Logan had arrived at the X Mansion only a few days ago, finding it difficult to adjust. One night when he can’t fall asleep, he finds you awake in the kitchen and strikes up a conversation.

Word Count: 1.1k

Author Note: just a quick drabble because we need more Logan fics

Being a night owl was just something you were born with at this stage. You were always the last one awake in the X-Mansion; and as usual, you were hungry. This lead to you, awake at 3am, sitting at the kitchen bench enjoying a bowl of ramen.

You let out a satisfied moan after you took your first bite; god, this always hits the spot.

Your attention is pulled away from the meal when you hear a soft chuckle coming by the kitchen entrance. When your eyes snap up, you’re taken back by the tall figure standing across from you.

You quickly swallow the mouth full of noodles before speaking “you’re Logan.. right? The new guy?”.

“That’s me” he responds as he opens the fridge.

“Is there any beer ‘round here?” He huffs as his eyes gaze the shelves.

“Unfortunately no.” You respond with a smirk. “I guess it’s deemed inappropriate for alcohol to be served at a school” you add with a slight grin.

His shoulders move faintly as he chuckles to himself before grabbing a coke instead. He turns around now, leaning on the bench across from you.

“I’m Y/N by the way” you say, figuring you should introduce yourself.

“Right” he says. “I saw you in the hall earlier today” he adds as he eyes look over the features of your face.

“How are you managing?” You ask with a gentle smile.

“It’s an adjustment, to say the least” he responds after a beat.

“You’ll get used to it” you reply quickly with a chuckle.

“You a professor here or something?” He asks, keeping all of his attention on you.

“Or something” you reply with a smile.

“I just stop by once in a while, make sure the place hasn’t burnt down” you add, causing him to grin.

“How long are you staying for?” He questions.

Your eyes lock with his and your lips crack into a smile, “I haven’t decided yet” you reply.

He nods as you speak, clearly thinking as he watches you. You continue to eat your food, sitting in silence together for a moment whilst he drinks.

“You always hungry this late?” He questions, as though he is slightly teasing you.

“Usually, yes.” You reply before taking a bite; closing your eyes as you enjoy it.

“It’s the perfect time for a meal if you ask me” you add.

“Oh yeah, why’s that?” He asks with a small grin.

“There’s no one else in the kitchen” you reply, “usually” you continue with a small smile.

“So what, you’re a bit of a loner then?” He questions with a grin.

“Maybe I am” you reply, your gaze softening as you continue to speak with him.

“Not all of us can be a social butterfly like yourself” you joke, already aware of his stoic reputation around the mansion.

This causes a laugh to escape his lips.

When you’ve finally finished eating, you let out a satisfied sigh before walking over to the sink; cleaning the dish and placing it in the drying rack. You turn around after, your hands leaning on the bench behind you as you look over at Logan.

“You know, if you ever feeling like getting out of here for a break..” you begin to say, “Scott keeps his motorbike out front” you finish with a grin.

“Noted” he replies, returning your smile.

You walk behind him now, ready to walk out of the kitchen for the night when his arm reaches out quickly to stop you. Your eyes shoot back at him, confused by what he was doing.

“Wait-“ he says before getting up, standing between you and the door.

Before you have time to think, Logan is pushing you back further behind him before men with guns storm into the room.

You feel yourself drop to the floor as the guns fire; hitting Logan multiple times. You hear yourself gasp as you watch; unable to do much with your limited abilities.

Logan stays standing as the bullets hit him; his body already pushing them out of his skin as he begins to heal. He reveals his claws before launching at the men; immediately landing a blow to one of theirs chests. You keep your head ducked behind the bench as you listen to the other men drop down to the ground. Soon when it all goes quiet, you begin to hear your own heart pounding in your chest.

Logan turns around soon after, rushing over to you. He kneels down, his hand reaching out to your shoulder. “You alright?” He asks as his eyes rapidly look you over, checking for injuries.

You nod quickly, breathing fast as you stare back at him. “Holy shit..” you mutter as you try to calm yourself down.

He uses his strength to stand you up, still holding onto you until he’s sure you’re balanced.

“Don’t pass out on me” he says with a comforting smirk.

“I’ll do my best” you reply as he begins to walk to the kitchen door.

“Stay behind me” he directs as you move out into the hall.

Some students walk out into the hall and you quickly tell them to get back to their rooms and shut the door. Logan is listening out to see if there are any more intruders; his heightened senses giving him an advantage.

He approaches a corner and stops; beginning to bend his knees as he lowers. Within seconds, a man comes around the corner. Logan’s claws shoot out from his knuckles before he punches down into the man’s foot, causing him to scream in pain before Logan jumped back up, slamming his fist into the man’s chest.

The man drops to the floor and Logan’s eyes are back on you as you stick close by.

“I can’t hear anyone else” he says, noting that this must be the last of them.

Soon Scott comes rushing around the corner. “Is everyone okay?” He yells out, catching your attention.

“We’re good” you reply loud enough for him to hear. He nods as he continues down the hall, checking in on the students to make sure they were safe.

Your eyes lock with Logan after Scott leaves.

“That was impressive” you say, complimenting his skills.

“Thanks” he grumbles before shooting you a grin.

His eyes stayed glued to you as you walked away, checking in with the students now coming out into the hall. Maybe he could get used to this place after all.

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Don’t Give Me Up

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Platonic!Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: You were on the run from SHIELD. When Bucky and Sam find you, will they turn you over, or will they help you?

Word Count: 2.3k

The cold night air grazed the faint hairs on your skin; causing shivers through your body. “This is so stupid” you mumble to yourself as you move through the dark corridor. Running from SHIELD was certainly not on your to do list for the week and yet here you were; accused of murdering one of their agents.

Your feet were light on the ground; after you’d lost the agents coming after you, you figured you were in the clear but better safe than sorry. You continued to make your way through this abandoned warehouse, your eyes struggling to adjust to the light.

Soon you heard a shuffle behind you, causing you to holt to a stop. Your heart pounded in your chest as you kept your head facing forward.

“I’m not gonna hurt you” the voice said from a few feet behind. You turned around slowly, carefully.

Your eyes locked in on him as you turned; you cocked your head as you realised who it was. The Winter Soldier… well, ex- Winter Soldier from what you heard on TV.

His eyes focused in on you as you stepped back, looking around for a way out of this.

“I didn’t kill any agents” you said quickly, somewhat panicked.

“Yea I figured” he replied as he looked you over. “You don’t look like the murderous type” he added with a huff.

A deep breath escaped you as you sighed in relief, finally someone didn’t believe this crap.

“But” he said as he stepped forward, “you do know something”.

“I don’t” you answered quickly, keeping your hands out. You continued to back away until your shoulders hit the concrete wall behind you.

Within a few seconds, The Falcon was running around the corner; stepping beside Bucky. It was enough seeing one superhero, and now you had to deal with two? Great.

“Just come with us” Sam Wilson said, keeping his voice calm in an attempt to make you feel comfortable.

You realised then that to the left of you, there was an open space between piles of crates. Might as well take your chances.

You bolted.

Weaving through the wooden planks and out into the wide warehouse. It was huge with no place to hide. You headed for the door on the opposite side as Bucky and Sam went after you. It didn’t take long before a hand caught your arm; pulling you back.

The force came so quickly, you thought you might go flying. Bucky’s hands held your arms down as you struggled, attempting to pull yourself away from him.

“Take it easy” he said calmly, as though keeping you still was no effort to him whatsoever.

“Let go of me!” You yelled as you continued to push and kick at him. His metal arm wrapped around you, holding you still.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep that up, sweetheart” he exclaimed before you finally began to calm down. You had no chance against him, that much was clear.

“We’re not going to hand you over to SHIELD. Not yet” Sam said as he stepped in front of you. His eyes looked over to Bucky, gesturing for him to let you go.

Bucky’s arms dropped away slowly and you stepped away from him, with a scowl on your face. Bucky sighed as he stood where he was.

Your eyes looked back at Sam now as your mind raced. As far as you knew, these men worked for SHIELD.

“What do you want then?” You questioned before clenching your jaw in frustration.

“We want you to tell us what’s really going on” he answered.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you replied quietly.

“I think you do” he answered.

“You might not have killed an agent, but you know more than you’re leading on” he added as his eyes scanned your face.

You looked away now, taking in a few breaths; contemplating. You weren’t exactly a fan of these superhero guys; how could you really trust them not to turn you over?

Whilst you were too busy thinking to yourself, SHIELD agents burst in through the doors; their guns raised and aimed at you.

Your arms immediately rose, praying to god they would not fire. Sam and Bucky looked at each other, clearly shocked as the agents grabbed you. You were roughly hauled to the ground as handcuffs were placed on your wrists behind your back.

“Hey. Easy” Bucky said as he walked over with his hand out.

“You’re under arrest” the agent announced to you, ignoring Bucky’s words before he lifted you back to your feet.

Agents were swarming you, keeping Sam and Bucky out of your line of sight as they drew you away. You were screwed now.

It had been hours since you arrived here; sat in the middle of a small white room with your hands cuffed on the table in front of you. No one had spoken to you since you were thrown in here. Your head rested down against your arms whilst you focused on breathing slowly, staying calm. Should you ask for a lawyer? Does SHIELD even allow lawyers? You sighed… this was a mess.

Time continued to pass until the door swung open; causing your eyes to snap up.

“Shit” you mumbled to yourself once you recognised it was Sam and Bucky walking into the room. They sat down across from you, their eyes locked in on you.

You pulled yourself up in your seat, trying your best to remain brave despite the fact that you were losing your mind with each passing second.

“You ready to talk to us?” Sam said carefully.

You pursed your lips before speaking “So much for not handing me into SHIELD” you retorted causing Bucky to look down as he smirked to himself.

Your eyes shot daggers at him as your attention turned over to himself instead of Sam. “What’s so funny?” You questioned.

“Nothing” he replied, throwing his hands up. You sighed as you looked back over to Sam.

“Why don’t you just tell us your side of the story?” He asked with a gentle tone.

“My side?” You questioned. “My side is- I didn’t kill anyone” you answered firmly.

“Then tell us who did” Sam said causing you to stop, processing your thoughts.

“What makes you think I’d know something like that?” You asked, feeling your heart rate pick up.

Bucky looked over at Sam now as they exchanged looks.

“Why else would you run?” Sam returned .

Your jaw clenched as he spoke. You needed to keep your mouth shut. No one could know what you had seen. They’d kill you. Sam and Bucky noticed your refusal to speak.

“We can keep you safe” Sam said, almost as though he was reading your mind.

“I don’t need your help” you replied quickly as your eyes darted between the two of them.

Bucky leaned forward now, his hands on the table as his eyes locked with yours.

“Who are you really running from?” He questioned.

You avoided his eyes, gulping. Your hands now rested in your lap, you wished you could crawl inside yourself and disappear.

“No one” you replied quietly, trying to push away the flood of memories attempting to appear. Their screams echoed in your mind as you shook your head.

“Let us help you” he said, wishing you would trust his words.

“What are you two doing in here?” An agent yelled as he stormed into the room; his eyes locked on Sam and Bucky.

Bucky let out a sigh as Sam stood up, facing the agent. “We just needed to ask a few questions” he answered.

“On what authority?” The agent questioned.

Bucky’s eyes were on you as Sam went back and forth with the SHIELD agent. Soon the agent was kicking them out of the room. You didn’t spare them a glance as they left, hoping you would not have to speak to them again.

Hours passed when you were finally dragged into a cell; the concrete walls surrounding you. This place looked as though it was fit to hold the Hulk and yet here you were, deemed to be such a threat. You rolled your eyes at the thought.

You laid down on the flimsy mattress; you back feeling the metal bars beneath it. The darkness swallowed you whole as you thought you could hear your own heart pounding in your chest.

The small ceiling loomed over you, enclosing you in this small space. You figured at least this was the safest place you could be. It wasn’t long before you drifted off, the exhaustion taking over.

You woke to the sound of gunshots, causing you to shoot up. What the hell? You whispered to yourself as you stood up. Through the small glass panel in the door, you could see men running with weapons drawn. You immediately ducked down, hoping to stay out of sight.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” you chanted as you moved back. This can’t be good.

As the gunfire continued, you saw blood splattered on the glass of the door. You felt your stomach drop.

The door flew open as men rushed in. These were no SHIELD agents. A man’s hand wrapped tightly around your bicep; hauling you to your feet. You winced in pain at his grip; trying to pull yourself away. As you were walking out; he shoved you against the doorframe, inflicting pain as you moved. You couldn’t help the groan the escaped you.

The men split up, two of them moving with you whilst the others went the other way. SHIELD agents came running around the corner, but were quickly taken down. The man holding you still managed to fire with insane accuracy.

You continued down the hall, reaching the corner when suddenly the two men with you were pulled away. You felt yourself fall to the ground; keeping your head low. Your hands covered your face as you heard the guns going off.

A gun landed on the ground in front of you, causing you to gasp before you were lifted from the ground.

“Come with me!” A voice said from behind you. You turned around quickly to see Bucky standing before you. This time instead of arguing, you nodded quickly.

Bucky’s hand quickly grabbed yours as he guided you through the hall; you realised soon that he was aiming to get out of the building.

He held you behind him as men came into the haul. You watched as he took each of them down easily, barely breaking a sweat.

“What the f-“ you began to say before he tugged at your hand, continuing to move until you reached a stairwell. He looked over the railing to check for more men before you began to run down the steps.

You realised your fitness could use some improvement as you reached the bottom; yours lungs felt as though they were going to collapse. Watching Bucky move so easily made you curse him in your head.

Bucky pulled you out of the building and continued running until he approached a motorbike in the underground car park.

“Get on!” He yelled as he jumped on, urging you to get on the back.

“Oh god-“ you muttered before climbing on behind him; your arms wrapping tightly around his waist.

Within seconds, he took off; hearing the yelp that came out of as he accelerated. He took off into the streets as the sound of gunshots finally began to fade off into the distance. He noticed at no point did your grip loosen. If he was a normal man, he thought you would have suffocated him by now.

After what felt like a lifetime; he pulled into another underground parking lot. He turned off the ignition when he came to a stop and noticed your grip was still tight.

“You’re okay now” he said as he looked over his shoulder. You felt yourself breathing quickly; the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

“I think- I’m going to have- a heart attack” you panted. You felt him chuckle under your hold.

You eventually loosened your grip before he stepped off the bike. His arm wrapped around you gently as he guided you off. He began walking towards another door and you followed close behind. Your eyes looked up at you walked in the door.

“More steps” you sighed, not noticing Bucky’s small smile as you walked up each level.

When you reached the top, he lead you to a loft and let you walk in first. Your eyes widened, this place was huge. Bucky’s eyes were on you as you looked around with your lips parted, taking it all in.

“Sam should be here soon” Bucky announced as he walked over to the kitchen bench. You moved over past the couch; looking out the large window which gave a wide view of the city below.

You nodded as he spoke, not entirely processing what he was saying. He eventually walked over to you, his gaze softening.

“So… you’re not turning me over to SHIELD?” You asked softly before glancing over at him.

Despite his height and muscular frame (and the fact that you’d seen him take down several men with relative ease), he felt non-threatening.

“No” he answered plainly.

Your eyes traced the features of his face; why did it take you so long to notice how handsome he was? You shook your head slightly at your thought. Pull yourself together.

“But I think it’s time you talk” he added before letting out a breath. His voice wasn’t as stern as before; but you could tell he was serious.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you debated the issue with yourself.

“I can’t” you answered anxiously, your eyes looking down at your fingers.

He took a step forward, only standing a few feet from you. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you” he said, matter-of-factly.

Your eyes shot up, staring into his.

“I don’t want anyone else to get hurt” you murmured before letting out a deep breath.

“Then let us help you” he replied.

Maybe you could trust him. Maybe you couldn’t. Right now, the best way to survive, is with him.

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Trust

Bucky Barnes x Reader, The Winter Soldier x Reader

Summary: Set during the end of ‘Captain America: The Winter Soldier’. You had been forced to work as a nurse for Hydra’s soldiers, you never expected The Winter Soldier to be one of them. What happens when he starts to care about you?

Word Count: 1.3k

Soldiers gripped your arm tightly, dragging you through the corridor and into an open room. Your eyes immediately found Bucky sitting back in the chair in the middle; guards standing all around him with their weapons drawn. His eyes followed you as you were pulled in.

The soldiers pushed you over to Pierce and held you still as you struggled, attempting to break free from them grasp.

“He’s not listening to us.” Pierce says firmly before looming over you, his breath grazing your cheeks.

“I know you two have… a connection” he says with a scowl. “Get him to listen to us, or.. watch me break him”

You let out a deep breath as your eyes darken. You glance over at Bucky to see his head facing down to the ground; you’d never seen him like this before. When Hydra forced you to work as a nurse for his soldiers, you’d never thought The Winter Soldier would be one of them.

“Get everyone out” you demand, wanting to be left alone with him. Pierce raises a hand and the soldiers let go of you before leaving the room.

“You too” you say to Pierce as you stare him down. You weren’t afraid to make it known how much you hated him. Pierce looked you over as he licked his bottom lip. “You have 10 minutes” he growled before storming out of the room.

Within seconds you’re moving over to the Bucky, crouching down in front of him in hopes to get his attention. His eyes flicker up to yours as he scans your face. His memory was wiped so often, he could barely recognise who you were.

“Are you alright..?” You asked softly, careful to not alarm him.

His eyes continued looking you over, taking in your features as he listened to your words; your voice growing familiar.

“What is it..?” You asked softly, almost whispering.

His chest rose and fell as he breathed in slowly.

“There was a man..” he said quietly “on the bridge. I knew him” he added before looking up at you.

Your chest ached as he spoke; Hydra had taken so much away from him. Although he was slipping through the cracks; you knew they would push him back into submission. You sighed as he finished speaking, wishing you could do more to help him.

“He called me.. Bucky” he continued as he looked into your eyes.

“That’s my name.. isn’t it?” He asks with a gentle tone. All you could do was nod in response; you’d seen enough of his file to know the basic details about him. About what Hydra had turned him into.

His head hung low, his mind racing with memories he could not understand. You wanted to reach out, to somehow console him. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from him; it pained you to see him like this. Your hand reached out to move the strands of hair from his face. His eyes were focused, watching you but not pulling away from your touch.

“They- they will keep hurting you” you say softly. You hated what Hydra had done; but who knew what would happen to him if he fought them back on this. “I don’t.. know how to help you” you added quietly, your eyes falling to the floor as they grew teary.

Bucky’s eyes followed your movement, almost as though he was studying you. He couldn’t understand your care for him. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone did care for him.

Pierce and his men burst through the door, rushing over to you. His men pulled you up from the ground, their hands gripping your arms tightly causing you to wince in pain. Bucky’s eyes were glued on you as he fought the urge to stand up.

Pierce pressed a gun to your head as his eyes stayed on Bucky.

“Are you ready to comply?” He said, cocking his head as he finished speaking.

Bucky took in a deep breath and nodded before two soldiers pushed him back into his seat. The soldier on you pulled you out of the room; the last thing you heard were Bucky’s pained screams.

Your eyes were glued to the TV, watching it all unfold. Watching Hydra finally being exposed. You couldn’t believe it. The news had reported signs of “The Winter Soldier” and “Captain America” involved. Watching all the explosions on the screen caused you to cry. You knew he must be dead.

As the hours passed, you finally managed to leave your apartment. You needed to get some food and clear your mind. You’d clearly just lost your forced job for Hydra.. but what the hell were you supposed to do now.

When you returned to your apartment, you opened the door and reached for the light with one hand whilst you held a bag of food in the other.

A figure stood in the corner of the lounge causing your heart to feel as though it had stopped in your chest. You let out a gasp before stepping back against the door. You squinted your eyes as your vision began to focus.

“Bucky…” you whispered as you stepped forward.

“Don’t” he replied quickly. “Don’t get too close” he added.

You stopped in your tracks and your heart pounded in your chest. Your eyes scanned his features. His face had been wounded from what you could see. You couldn’t believe he survived.

“You’re hurt..” you say quietly, trying to make him feel comfortable as you spoke.

“I’m fine” he answers quickly.

You place the food down on the table in front of you, moving slowly. You watch each other carefully.

“Would you like something to eat?” You offer with a soft smile, trying your best to break the tension. You can see him contemplating, his mind appears to be racing. His eyes are scanning your features, as though he is unsure if he can trust you.

Eventually, he nods and steps forward. You place a container of food down in front of him; he eats slowly and carefully. You can’t help but watch him, wondering when was the last time he ate a genuine meal. When the two of you finished eating, he stood back again.

“Can I see your wound..? Please” you asked gently, referring to the cut on his cheekbone.

His eyes looked down to the ground as you finished speaking. After a few seconds he gave you a small nod; putting his trust in you. You quickly grabbed some supplies and pulled a stool out for him. You ask him to sit and he did.

As you cleaned up his wound, his eyes followed you; focusing on your movements. He was analysing you, dissecting you. You could see the confusion in his eyes as you worked carefully; gently. ‘When was the last time someone treated him with genuine care?’ You thought to yourself.

Eventually you stepped back, looking over his face. “That should do it” you said with a gentle smile as he locked eyes with you. His lips parted as though he wanted to speak but he soon shut them.

“If you want, you can use my shower?” You began to say. “I don’t exactly have anything.. your size. But I could get some” you add with a soft chuckle.

His eyes darted back and forth, debating on his next move. He didn’t truly know why he had come here in the first place.

He nodded again, accepting your offer.

You smiled at him; he noticed the way your eyes sparkled from the overhead light. You walked him over to the bathroom, showing him where everything was.

“Take as long as you need” you said quietly. He turned back towards you, looming over you and yet you knew he was no threat.

He shut the door behind him, leaving you out in the hall. He could not understand what was happening; all these memories were coming back to haunt him. For now, he at least knew that he could trust you. That you would not hurt him. He would hold onto that thought, and get through the night.

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier #james buchanan barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #Bucky Barnes imagine #the winter soldier fic

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kgficz · 3 months

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do you still write for Logan/Wolverine by chance? i’ve just been craving some stories and feel like i’ve scoured the internet anything relating to him haha! maybe meeting him during “days of future past” romance. if not absolutely no worries, thank you! 💕

I love writing for Logan, if people want more I’m happy to write some 🤩

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kgficz · 3 months

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i just went on a binge of your writing, you are so talented 🙏

You’re too kind 🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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kgficz · 3 months

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Are you alive? Are you okay? Hope you're doing alright. ❤️

I am alive and well! Sorry for disappearing, it’s been a busy few months. I’ve got a fic coming tomorrow so stay tuned! 🙌

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Safe With Me- Part 8

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary: You’ve been sent back in time, landing in 1919 in Birmingham. You’re busy trying to survive when Thomas Shelby approaches you in a bar.

Word Count: 1k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

“I will get you away from here” Tommy said before standing up, facing away from you as he spoke.

“I will take you back to London.. where you’ll be safe” he finished, letting out a deep breath as he finished his sentence.

Your mind raced. This is what you wanted. A chance to go back to your own time. A chance to be safe. But your heart was breaking in your chest.

Looking up at Tommy, you knew what you felt for him wasn’t some passing feeling. Leaving him would feel as through you were being torn in half. Ripped between your old life and the possibility of an overwhelming love.

“I can’t leave” you replied, almost too quickly as though you were afraid he would disappear right here in this moment.

He turned to face you, his eyes scanning your face as though he were desperately trying to hold onto the image of you.

“You need to tell me what you’ve gotten yourself into, love” he said quietly, trying not to push you but knowing he couldn’t protect you from something he did not understand.

Your eyes were beginning to well up before you were able to look up at him.

“You won’t believe me” you mumbled, trying to hide away your tears slowly rolling down your cheeks.

Thomas walked forward, kneeling down in front of you before he raised a hand to your chin. He lifted it softly, forcing you to look at him.

“I’ve seen many things, love. Tell me” he said softly; still making it clear that you were to either tell him or lose him.

So you told him. You told him everything. How you got to this time in the first place, how you were given a job, how you had no papers and no identity to prove. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you spoke between tears, knowing this was it. Knowing he was going to cast you away for being a lunatic. As the words came out, even you didn’t believe them. No one would believe something like this in your own time let alone here in the early 1900’s. The pain in your chest grew stronger, realising that this time with Thomas was coming to an end. You knew this would come eventually, but for some reason you just didn’t think it would be so soon.

Thomas did not once interrupt you, his face remained calm and unfazed as you spoke. His lack of emotion caused an overwhelming anxiety to creep all over your body. You wished he would be as surprised as you were when this all happened in the first place.

You eventually ran out of things to say, realising that so many of your words came out in a ramble. Thomas looked over your face carefully, taking in your features and expressions.

He was quiet for what felt like a very long time after you had finally finished speaking. The urge to rush him into speaking was overwhelming, but you knew you could not push him.

His breaths were slow whilst he contemplated his next steps.

“Come with me” he said gently before standing up and holding a hand out to you.

You frowned at his response, yet you still reached out to him; trying to ignore the immediate sense you relief as your fingers slid along the palm of his hand.

Everything felt blurry as he guided you through the house and out to a car. He got into the drivers seat after opening the passenger side to you.

He was quiet while he drove. It wasn’t the comfortable quiet you could share together, it was different. You felt as though there was nothing else you could say.

The road opened up to wide grasslands, allowing the cold wind to send shivers through your body. You gazed up at the sky, the same sky you would look at 100 years from now and yet it seemed so different.

At times, this still felt like a fever dream. As though any second now you were going to wake up; ripped away from Tommy’s grasp.

You noticed another town in the distance; buildings were becoming clearer and familiar to you as you approached. You eyes glanced over at Thomas, wishing he would gaze back at you. Wishing he could give you some kind of comfort. You desperately wished to crawl inside his brain and know what it is that he was thinking, how he felt about this, about you.

The vehicle soon drove into town, following the cobblestone road as people stepped out of the way. It wasn’t long until Tommy approached a building, one which was all to familiar.

“Tommy what are you doing?” You panicked, looking up at the bricks before you.

“I’m taking you home, love” He replied, avoiding your eyes as he kept his face forward.

Your breath quickened as you looked up. Here you were. In the place you had always wanted to return to. You could forget everything and return to your old life.

You slowly opened the door before stepping out onto the side path; leaving you face to face with the biggest decision of your life.

Before you could step forward, you turned around; watching Thomas. His face was turned away, unable to watch you as he rubbed his forehead with his hand.

His body worked as a magnet, pulling you towards him. How could this dangerous man cause such an ache in your chest. You didn’t belong here, that much you knew. But how could you feel this way for a man you were never meant to know. Your paths were never meant to cross and yet here you were.

You stood between Thomas and the opportunity to return home. This was it.

#peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #safe with me #thomas shelby fic #tommy shelby fic

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kgficz · 7 months

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hello :3 will you make next part of "safe with me" series? I like it so much and check for update everyday since I started reading this story

The next part is coming very soon! 🎊

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kgficz · 7 months

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I really wanna delete Tumblr bc it's distracting but I can't until I read Safe with me. Please hurry with the next parts😭😭😭😭

It is finally coming!!

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kgficz · 8 months

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Hello <3 how often do you update the ‘safe with me’ series?

Just binged it today I love it

Heyy, honestly I’m in a bit of a slump lately 😅 if enough people want another part then I’ll get back on it ❤️😁

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kgficz · 8 months

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I just binged your 'Safe With Me' series, and I loved it! It was written very well.

Thank you! 🥰❤️ that is so sweet x

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kgficz · 8 months

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I’m sorry for the spamming of likes, just really enjoying so much of your content!

Thank you for the love! 😫❤️

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kgficz · 9 months

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Safe With Me- Part 7

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary: You’ve been sent back in time, landing in 1919 in Birmingham. You’re busy trying to survive when Thomas Shelby approaches you in a bar.

Word Count: 1.3k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 8

Raindrops fell down from the sky, landing on the cold cobblestone footpath below you. Only flickers of light came in through the clouds as you made your way to the bar.

It was early enough that you knew Harry would not be in. You hated the thought of stealing from him, but you needed money if you wanted to make it to London. Even after you got the money, you still didn’t really know how to get there but you figured you’d sort that out later.

You used your key to open the bar and strolled inside, locking it behind you. Light streamed in slightly through the window, although the room remained dark from the gloomy weather.

The bottle of whiskey sitting in the bar was too tempting for you to ignore. You grabbed yourself a glass from the shelf and poured a drink, taking a swig as soon as you placed the bottle down. Your lungs exhaled slowly as you finished while you took in your surroundings.

This place felt like hell the first time you were here, and now… it was different. A reminder of Thomas.

You wished you could explain everything to him. Despite what Polly had told you, you knew he wouldn’t understand. He might even think you had been a spy the whole time. A part of you owed him an explanation, but another part of you wanted to escape this place without ever being seen again.

If Billy Kimber had not approached you that night.. hadn’t threatened you, would you still be aching to leave? That question lingered in your mind. If Thomas could keep you safe, would you stay?

You finished off the whiskey, letting the liquid sit on your tongue for a moment before you drank. You moved over to the register before opening in, looking over the money inside. You reached out for a moment, ready to take as much as you could.

You stopped yourself quickly. Harry was the first person to help you, and here you were stealing this from him. You took a step back before looking up, taking in a deep breath as you went over your options. You didn’t have time to feel guilty for stealing money, yet here you were.

A rummage at the door pulled you from your thoughts. Shadows passed through the windows as mumbling was heard form outside. You quickly moved from around the bar, scanning the room in a panic.

You moved to the office at the back and closed the door quickly but quietly behind you. Luckily for you, Harry kept a gun beneath his desk. You grabbed it and moved back towards the door, leaning in slightly to hear what was going on. You’d never used a gun before, but how hard could it truly be?

A few voices became louder as they moved inside. Two felt unfamiliar to you, but you knew straight away that the remaining man was Tommy. Your breath lodged in your throat for a moment as your heart rate increased.

You were able to find a crack in the door to peer through, giving you a very small glimpse of the bar. You watched as Thomas got pushed down into one of the chairs, another man pressing a gun to his head. Thomas seemed unfazed by this; showing a very different reaction to your own.

You fingers tightened around the gun as your mind raced; you knew Tommy could handle himself but this felt different. No matter your effort to hear, you were unable to make out the words between them; only making out the obvious tone of anger from the two men beside him.

The man holding the gun to Tommy’s head kept it there the entire time he spoke as Thomas stared straight back into the man’s eyes; showing no signs of backing down from whatever this was.

The other man reached into his jacket, looking to be pulling out a weapon before Thomas stood up quickly; knocking the weapon from his hand. The man with the gun hesitated long enough for Thomas to turn around, pushing the gun away before it fire off into the wall behind him.

Without addressing your survival instincts, you felt yourself open the door quickly. Your brain was two steps behind your body as you raised your arms up, aiming Harry’s gun at the man across from Thomas. The man’s eyes were busy locked onto Tommy that he never noticed you; not realising the gunfire had not come form his gun but from yours instead.

The bullet hit his chest, knocking him down to the ground quickly; his gun sliding across the ground as he fell. Your felt yourself freeze, not fully processing what you just did.

Thomas was quickly on the other van, beating his to a pulp in front of you. You noticed the blurs of red and blood painted across the man’s face beneath him.

Your vision was fading as your skin began to turn white. You leaned back against the wall behind you, still gripping the gun tightly as you slid down it and into the floorboard.

After what felt like forever, Tommy began walking over to you; his chest rising with each deep breath.

He knelt down in front of you, his bloodied hands wrapping gently around yours as he scanned your face. “What the fuck were you doin here?” He asked with a worried get firm voice.

You couldn’t make out the words as you watched his lips; everything feeling too foggy for you to process. He slowly pulled the gun from your hands before placing it down on the ground beside him. His eyes softened as he looked at you, taking in your features and the look of fear in your eyes.

He looked down at his own hands, hating the fact that you had seen him light this. Like the monster he knew he truly was.

“Can you stand, love?” He asked, lowering his voice as he lifted your chin gently. You managed a small nod before he held into you, lifting you from the ground.

“I… I don’t know.. why I-“ you panted, the panic beginning to set in as you focused on the room around you. Two men lay dead on the floor. You killed one of them. You took a life. If your situation wasn’t already bad enough, you had just made it significantly worse.

“Shh” Tommy said before reaching his hand behind your head and pulling you towards him. He wrapped you in his arms, still processing his own actions while attempting to comfort you.

“We have to go” he said firmly, not having the time to sit here with you and process everything.

He pulled away from you before holding your face in his hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “You need to come with me, now” he finished; grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the front door.

Your body was moving although you felt so unaware that it was. Without Tommy dragging you, you thought you would’ve melted into the ground.

Thomas dragged you out of the bar before walking down the street to his car. Everything was happening so fast, you didn’t know or even care where you were going.

He drove quickly, wanting to get the hell out of this area. He figured hiding in plain sight was the place to go for now as he pulled into his own home. A home you had never seen before.

He managed to guide you out of the car as usual before walking into his house. You felt startled as you entered, locking eyes with all of his brothers sitting in the lounge.

“What the fuck happened?” Arthur asked, noticing the blood on Tommy’s hands.

“Don’t worry about it” Thomas answered quickly before pulling you passed them and into his own room.

He guided you to sit on the bed before he sat down next to you, the both of you sitting in silence for a moment.

“What do we do now..” you whispered.

“I’m working on it” he replied quietly, raising his hand up to his forehead and sliding in down his face.

You saved his life back there. He was never going to forget that.