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Marvel - Loki - Knight In Frost Giant Armour

word count: 1056

summary: you’re in danger, it’s almost assured that you’ll die. until your beloved comes to save you.

My feet clamoured loudly against the floor, heart racing, mind running. My breathing was shallow and I tried to remember where the corridor I was running down took me.

Despite being around the castle more than the average person, I could hardly remember where the twists, turns, and many corridors led me. I knew where the banquet hall was, obviously, but I doubted that would come of anything so I had avoided going down there. I was pretty sure I was going to the throne room, or at least the gardens but I could have sworn that I had already been past that door at least twice. I must be going round in circles. Maybe the banquet hall is my best bet, I can get my bearings there.

Trusting I would form a plan, I did a hard right and willed my body onwards - praying I would reach salvation before a sharp blade could pierce my skin and claim my soul.

Wait, Frigga has a Midgardian girl here. Perhaps if I find her, I'll be ok, right?

Once I reached the banquet hall, I slammed the door shut, threw a chair against the handle to prevent it opening again, and pulled out my weapon; I hate violence but it seemed it would be the only way to get rid of the dark elf chasing me. My legs were stinging and aching, and I felt like I would drop to the floor, never to breathe again. I even almost believed the tricks my eyes were playing on me. They showing me things that weren' there - Frigga was laid, dead or dying, with blood spilling from her back. If there weren't any blood, I would think she was merely sleeping or a sudden illness had befallen her and she had simply fallen into a peaceful coma.

Adding onto my delirium, I began hearing the dark elf through the door, he wasn't speaking in any tongue I could recognise - apart from the occasional word. Asgardians speak all tongue, we can understand any language, so why couldn't I understand him? But, no, it sounded like he was speaking to me, trying to tell me something. "Run... hide... monster... kill..." Whatever it meant, it was incoherent and confusing, was he trying to tell me that I was a monster and he was going to kill me, or was he saying he was a monster I could run but couldn't hide from - perhaps a mix of the two.

Suddenly, I was pushed away, my arm outstretched pathetically with my knife primed to attack whatever had just thrusted themself into the giant golden doors - it sounded too heavy to be a dark elf against the door. Heeding caution, I moved to the back of the room, towards the large window that stretched the length and allowed a magnificent view of Asgard. If I needed to, I'd jump.

Fortunately, I heard Loki, his voice was calm, she spoke slowly and carefully, asking me to open the door. Deciding to not blindly trust whoever is on the other side of the doors, I walked over and spoke to them, "is that really you, Loki?"

"Yes of course it is, darling. Are you okay?"

"How do I know it's you and not someone playing tricks on me?"

There was silence for a moment, then their voice graced my ears again, "I'm the only one who plays tricks on you. Perhaps if I share a story from our childhood..." He took my silence as a yes, "you and I were running through the palace gardens. It was not long after I stabbed Thor for the fun of it, you were watching. I was worried about what you were going to say, but you couldn't stop laughing at him. We reached the flowers planted in honour of the soldiers lost during Asgards many wars, you knelt and picked one. You were so gentle with it, like you thought it would snap and turn to dust in your hands. Then you turned to me, still knelt, and you asked if possibly one day we would marry and be together until the end of the world. You wanted me to promise that I'd be there forever and that we would protect each other till our dying breaths. I got nervous and embarrassed and transformed into a snake. You chased after me as I slithered off, completely unfazed. That's when I knew I wanted - needed - to accept your promise, and proposal."

As I moved the chair, I talked to her through the door, "I still have that flower. I kept it alive. It's missing a petal or two but who's counting."

I opened the door for him and saw the beautiful blue skin he always hides. I'll admit, when I had first seen them like that I was startled and confused but I quickly grew to love the real her. They hardly ever show this side of them, they don't like it. She's managed to convince herself that it's ugly and that people will only perceive them as a monster. I see beauty when I look at him. I see the person I love, the exterior having changed means nothing to me. But they don't understand that.

"You look marvellous, my darling." I looked up at them, "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

His form changed as he moved to grab my face. "Did it hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine. I was just frightened." My eyes flicked to the dark elf's ugly carcass, "thanks for helping me." I held up my knife, "I doubt this would have done much."

"That's what I'm here for. Remember?"

I smiled up at them as we exited the room, but a singular thought was plaguing my mind, "how did you get out?"

"That's a secret reserved for my spouse."

"You aren't married."

"Perhaps you'd like to help me change that."

"Perhaps. How did you know where I was?"

He stopped and turned to me, "where else would you be?"

I felt a sudden pain in my back, then I remembered. "Is your mother okay?"

"I believe so." Their face turned pale, "the girl, the aether. You don't think..."

With that, he took down the corridor, I followed behind him, possibly about find the Queen - and Loki's mother - dead or dying.

#fanfic #oneshot #loki laufeyson #mcu loki #reader insert

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Harry Potter - Harry Potter - The Secret Truth

word count: 2813

summary: Y/n Malfoy is in for a hell of a year as Lord Voldemort rises to a power once more and a secret that has been hidden for 15 years is finely unveiled.

she/her pronouns used

I have a scar on my forehead, like that Potter boy, but it’s lighter and more faded. Father told me it was because I had gotten into an accident when I was a baby, he never told me what accident it was or why it was so jagged and sharp in shape, but I have never really felt the need to know. A part of me will always be curious - I assume it must have been really horrible for everyone to keep it from me - but I’m content not knowing for now.

That’s not the only thing that sets me apart from the rest of my family, they all - apart from my lovely mother - have beautiful blonde hair. Mother’s is only blonde underneath, with black on the top. I’ve also got black hair and I adore having that in similar to my mother but it makes me stick out like a sore thumb whenever I’m with them. Not only that, my eyes are green whilst everyone else’s is blue, a cold blue that demands respect and power. A blue I’ll never be able to possess. Call me crazy but I feel like I don’t actually belong to the house of Malfoy, I feel like I’m always being observed and whispered about amongst the servants. Every time I tried to tell Mother or Father, they would cry out, “those stupid house elves need to learn their place, we punish insolence then and there, we don’t tattle first.” I’ve never felt comfortable hurting another creature, especially not one whose sole purpose is to serve me - that’s cruel. Draco, my dear twin brother, prefers to spit venomous words at them and use his words to kill, rather than inflicting any physical harm.

But now, years later, I’m about to start my sixth year at Hogwarts. Father and Mother are proper death eaters again and there are regular meetings with swarms of them (way more than I thought there were) at the manor. I hate being there with them all, it’s like I can feel them itching to kill me. Father always tries to get us out of the house, and down at Diagon Alley for the day, when such things take place but he is not always able. And anyway, he can’t deny the dark lord his wishes.

Draco and I are to be deatheaters by the end of the year.

For the rest of the summer, hardly a word was muttered outside of meetings and ordering the house elves about, all of us terrified of what was coming.

Before we had time to properly digest the news, we were standing on platform 9 3/4s, luggage being carried onto the train, and goodbyes being murmured - the exchange between Draco and Father was long with many glances in my direction so I was quite relieved when we were told to get onto the train. Once on the train, I had managed to slip away from Draco’s watchful eye after distracting him with a snide remark about Dumbledore. I listened to his whining for only a moment then walked down the train to find my friends. They were in the same compartment as last year and smiled at me as I entered. Harry moved to let me sit next to him, Ron and Hermione were opposite us.

We all became friends very quickly, even after Draco’s pathetic introduction to Ron and Harry before our sorting ceremony. Things were a little tense at first, I’m the only Malfoy to ever have been sorted into Gryffindor - Father was furious and I’m sure Dumbledore received a very stern and threatening letter. Draco didn’t speak to me much around school because of this and that was fine by me! No one wants their twin sniffing around after them.

We were in the midst of a lovely conversation about what happened over the summer; I was dodging questions or replying vaguely, when the door flung open and then bounced back, to be stopped by a foot. At the door stood my idiot brother and his two favourite goons, Crabbe and Goyle.

“You should come sit with us, dear sister. We have a lot we need to discuss and I don’t think your friends,” he scrunched his nose in disgust, “can help you.”

“No thanks. I’m ok here. Tell Pansy I’ll give her jumper back when we get to Hogwarts.”

“That wasn’t a question, Y/n. Let’s not make a scene.” I could see his growing impatience - it always amused me. It’s so easy to get under his skin: I make a sport of it. As his face got red, I noticed the grimace Crabbe and Goyle exchanged and a frightening look on his face. A look that told me to follow him through the train. A look that told me I was very lucky he hadn’t dragged me out by my hair.

Hurridley, I stood and, to add effect, sighed, “fine. I’m right behind you.” After giving a quick apology and a small smile to the trio, who hadn’t moved, I walked slowly to meet Draco’s furious expression and a stony silence amongst everyone sat at the booth. I’m not an idiot, I know he would prefer me to sit with other people who understand our situation and that he and my parents seem to have an allergy to all things Potter but it’s never bothered Draco this much.

I sat next to Crabbe - opposite Blaise, Pansy, and Goyle - then Draco slid it and blocked me from exiting. His voice was just above a whisper (loud enough that we could hear him without attracting any other prying ears), his fists were clenched, and his face was going back to the sickly pale colour, “this year, you stay with us at every possible moment. Potter, his blood traitor, and mudblood friends are not good influences. You need to be with people who can help you. You Know Who is expecting a lot from us and I will not fail because of your,” his voice became mocking, “feelings.”

“Draco! You can’t call someone a… you know. That’s so rude. I think if you just gave them a chance you’d realise that they are lovely people.” As I’m saying it, I know this is pointless, no one else at the table thinks the same as I do. And they don’t want to.

Furious, Draco turned to me and got inches from my face, “Y/n, now is not the time to mess around. This year could literally decide whether we live or die. Keep acting like this and you’ll get what’s coming to you. Stay away from them.” He spoke through gritted teeth, and I must admit, I got a little scared. He’s never spoken to me like that before - I feel like he’s hiding something from me. But what?

No. This cannot be happening. I haven’t done anything and yet here they are, refusing to look at me, hands crossed over their chest and eyebrows furrowed in distaste and anger. Moving through Gryffindor Common Room always earned me a stare or two but never have I had everyone refuse to meet my eyes. Harry stood in front of me - Ron and Hermione behind him looking like I’ve just spit in their faces - holding a piece of parchment tightly in his fisted hands.

Instead of cowering or shrinking into myself, I stood, arms folded, and asked as calmly as possible, “what’s that?”

“You tell me.” He closed the distance between us and handed me the parchment.

On it was my handwriting: and a message I was sure I hadn’t written:

Draco,

It’s working well. No one knows, some are suspicious but those pathetic excuses of friends are helping to shoot them all down. You’re right, they’re fools. I’m ready to complete my mission now and take our rightful places at his side.

I read it twice over, not quite understanding what it was. I would never write to Draco during school hours - or at all - when I could just find him and speak to him face to face. Even if I did write to him, I wouldn’t be so obvious about everything. As I look back up to my friends, I smirk slightly, they can’t seriously think this is real can they?

“Think this is funny, do you?” Ron’s words are vicious and sharp. They do think it’s real.

“Are you serious? This wasn’t me, I don’t know who it was but you honestly think I would say something like this?” I want to move towards them but I don’t, everyone has their eyes on me. Movement towards the trio could be seen as aggression.

No one says anything so for only a moment I stay looking at them before muttering, “ok then,” and leaving the common room.

My heart is racing, my hands are shaking, and I’m on the verge of tears as I move through the halls - hiding whenever I heard a noise. Unfortunately, I didn't hear McGonagall coming down the hall way so I nearly collided into her. She saw my distress and grabbed my shoulders to stop me moving past her, “is everything okay, Miss Malfoy?”

I looked at her and sniffed, nodding my head; I had calmed down quite a bit but I didn’t dare speak in case my voice betrayed me. Honestly, I knew that she would see straight through me but I didn’t want to say anything anyway: retain a bit of dignity.

“Do you want to come to my office and have a chat?”

I took a deep breath and whispered, “It’s nothing, Professor. Just family stuff y’know? And no one likes me anymore. Your run of the mill stuff.” Smiling, I met her eyes. I had to look away almost instantly because I could feel my tears itching to fall down my cheek.

“If you ever want to talk, come find me or another professor you trust. It’s not healthy to keep things to yourself, Miss Malfoy. As for no one liking you, I doubt that’s true. Whatever has happened, it’ll blow over and people will move on. I promise.”

I kept her words with me for the rest of the year. I thought about them constantly. Not many people did move on; some people are still afraid to be near me in the common room. But Harry, Hermione, and Ron forgave me and listened to my side of the story - it was very rushed and I had to take great care to not give out sensitive information. Despite this, Draco was still furious and kept me with him during lessons, during break and lunch (where we had free roam of the castle), and when walking to lessons. We spent our nights and mornings in the library discussing business and the next stages of the plan. We had rehearsed it so many times it had infiltrated my dreams.

Then came the day it would all happen. Draco was terrified but he attempted to mask it by being unnecessarily cruel to everyone and anyone who dared breath in his direction. When he went into the room of requirement, we all sat idle in the library. All silent in anticipation, there was no more running from this. Our futures were inevitable.

As Draco and the other death eaters went to finish off Dumbledore, Pansy and I went to his office to ransack it and make sure that any secret plots against the Dark Lord were found and dealt with appropriately.

A while later, we heard the door swing open and panicked, no one else was supposed to be in here, not yet at least. Pansy and I exchanged a worried glance and hid as quickly as possible. Whoever had come in spoke, I knew that voice. Ron?

I couldn't see Pansy from where I was hidden but I saw as Hermione walked over to Dumbledore’s desk and exclaimed, “someone’s been here.” I heard a gasp and then her voice changed to a whisper, “I don’t think they’ve left.”

How could she know that? No matter, now I just needed to figure out a way to leave without being spotted… and Pansy. Where was she? I needed to find a way to get her out too. It was better for me to be caught than her, perhaps I could’ve tricked them and slipped her out whilst they were focused on me. That seemed the best course of action. However, I didn’t have time to do anything because the trio were casing Dumbledore’s office and quickly found me crouched behind a pillar. It was by no means a good hiding place but I was put on the spot and had to think fast.

They all seemed shocked to say the least. I stood up and smoothed out my jumper, “what are you guys doing in here?”

My attempt to shift the focus off myself was laughable, they immediately began to question me, why was I here? What was I doing and why was I crouched behind the pillar? Am I the one who trashed the room? My replies were pathetic: I was just trying to give Pansy time to slip out and warn the others.

Once I saw her disappear out the door and rush soundlessly down the stairs, I began to move slowly towards the door but as I did footsteps were coming from behind me. I began to panic, I’ll be sent to Azkaban for being a death eater; I pulled down tightly on my right hand sleeve to hide the giant mark that had been seared onto me. Thankfully, Draco and the others appeared behind me - the adults were running around the school - and pulled out their wands. The trip did the same so I was stuck in the middle of opposing sides who wanted each other dead.

Hermione seemed to get an epiphany and spoke loudly, looking me dead in the eye and breathing heavily, “Y/n, Harry discovered something about you, you must listen to us, it’s important.”

“Yeah? What is it?” My voice was sarcastic but I was fascinated to hear what she would have to say: whatever it was I prayed it would cause everyone to walk away unharmed.

“I think it would be better to speak to you alone.”

“No way, Granger. Whatever you have to say you’ll say it here.” Draco’s growing frustration was lacing his voice but thankfully Hermione didn’t argue.

“Y/n, you aren’t a Malfoy. You’re a Potter. You were taken from your crib the day your parents died, you were stolen by the Malfoys against You Know Who’s knowledge because they wanted another child.”

“Shut up, mudblood. Before I make you.” Draco stepped forward, he was seething but he didn’t deny it.

“Draco, did you know?” My heart was racing and my breathing was shallow as I waited, dreading the response.

“Course I knew. Did you really think that you were a Malfoy? How pathetic, sister.” His next question was addressed to Harry, “how’d you figure that out? Did the mudblood somehow figure it out? Think you’re smart do you?”

Harry spoke confidently as he too stepped forward, “Dumbledore told me, before you and Snape came and killed him. You’re a coward, Malfoy.”

At that, Harry fired a spell and hit him straight in the chest, knocking him down onto the floor. He howled in pain so Pansy ran over to him as I stepped away. I needed to leave, to think carefully about the bombardment of information I had been not so kindly given.

But I didn’t have that time. I was whisked out of the room by Ron and ran after him down the corridor. We were shortly joined by Harry and Hermione. The shock had taken over my body, all I could seem to do was stand. My breathing was shaky and my head was spinning as Harry grabbed me gently and moved my head so I was looking at him.

“Can I hug you?” Unlike Draco, his voice was kind and I couldn’t make out any malice behind his words: so I nodded. He hugged me tightly and rubbed his hand on my back to calm me down.

As he pulled away he spoke with sincerity, “I’m so glad you’re my sister, Y/n. We can spend the rest of our lives together, you’re so much better than the Dursleys.”

“Promise we’ll always be there to protect each other.” I pleaded, this all felt so unreal but I needed to know that he’d be there.

The people we’d been living with for 15 years hadn’t given us that security that a good, loving home provides. It was reasonable we’d want it from each other.

“I promise. Now let’s take down Voldemort once and for all and show everyone that Potters are strong and we won’t be stopped. Let’s make Mum and Dad proud.”

#oneshot #fanfic #harry potter #reader insert #draco malfoy #halfbloodprince

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notwhatshesaid · 2 years

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Peaky Blinders - War Is Over

word count: 1900 (ish)

summary: the great war is finally over and the shelby's reunite.

she/her pronouns used :)

Todays the day! After four long years I finally get to see my older brothers again. I hardly slept last night out of excitement, neither did Finn. We got told off by Polly and a grumpy, half-asleep Ada, and they were still annoyed in the morning. Pol kept reminding us all week that they probably won't be the same as when they left. It hurts to think about the fact that they might not want to spend time with me anymore: I might begin to get on their nerves or frustrate them. They might even hate me.

Despite these thoughts, I was so giddy with excitement. I had made sure to bathe myself last night to look extra clean for them! I had also picked out my best dress to wear, it was very elegant. It was a present from Polly on my 16th birthday, she'd saved for ages to get me it after I spotted it in a shop window. I also had a necklace to match it, it had a beautiful gemstone infused with silver - a present off John before the war to always remember him by. Tommy had gotten me a copy of Little Women - he wrote a short, loving note to me in it and I've read it hundreds of times since. Arthur had bought me a teddy bear that had 'Love, Arth' embroidered on its left foot, he had also bought me and Finn some expensive sweets - Pol was very displeased. Told him off for giving us too much sugar.

In turn, I had written them all detailed and very heartfelt letters and made them bracelets to wear so we could be matching. I slipped mine on and gave myself a smile in the mirror. My hair was a mess so I went downstairs and Ada helped me do my hair. After a couple of minutes of doing God knows what, she put a ribbon in and I went to look at myself because I half expected my hair to look like a goat had chewed on it. Ada tries, bless her, but she's not exactly a connoisseur when it comes to doing hair. Instead of looking like I had just rolled out of bed, I looked pretty good. Two pieces of hair were twisted on each side of my face and pulled to the back of my head.

I was so happy I nearly forgot to put my shoes on when it was time to leave: Aunt Pol reminded me as I was about to step out of the house and we all had a good laugh about it.

Once we had set off to the train station, my nerves skyrocketed and my worries that they wouldn't like me anymore kept growing. I began to feel a bit nauseous and lightheaded. Aunt Pol and Ada took the lead, Finn and I dawdled behind them, him chattering endlessly about how great it is that they are coming home and all the things he missed doing with them. I didn't speak much, only chiming in with the occasional "mhm" and "yeah". No matter how many times he was told that they probably wouldn't be up for doing lots of what they used to before they left, he didn't really listen or understand. He was very young when they left, as was I, so I'm worried how he will act if they aren't like what they were in his memories.

As we stood waiting, Ada pulled me into a sideways hug and whispered, "it's going to be alright, Y/n, I promise." I nodded hopefully up to her and sank into her side, watching the platform get more and more busy; everyone was shoulder to shoulder but a small ring had gathered around us to give us space, us being family of the head of the notorious Peaky Blinders gang, and the big bad Tommy Shelby coming back to take over the reins, meant that people tried to avoid a possible conflict on such a joyous occasion.

When the war was first announced, I had begged Tommy, Arthur, and John not to sign up, I even tried to guilt trip them into staying but they left me anyway. They told me they had to fight for our king and country, that they would be fighting for me and the family; I still didn't want to let them leave, they didn't really care that they could die, just that they were doing the honourable thing. Realising that begging for them to stay was futile, I instead had begged them for a big sleepover before they left and a day full of fun activities to remember for the rest of our lives. They agreed and we had an amazing time, such a great time that I momentarily forgot why we were even doing it in the first place. Whenever I started to get really sad and miss them I would remember all the fun we had, all the laughter, all the joy.

That joy seemed to leave when they did, fingers crossed it was coming back today.

It was really hard to live without them, running the business proved to be very difficult but Aunt Pol did so well in keeping everything afloat and making us all happy - for the most part. She knew that she could never fill their space, that no matter what we could never truly be okay until the boys got back and the war ended. Honestly, I was very mean to Aunt Pol because I didn't know how to process the emotions I was feeling, and everything was overwhelming but thankfully she was very forgiving and understood why I acted like I did.

The day they announced the war was ending, there were celebrations in the street, grand parties were thrown, and for the first time in four years, I felt truly content. Any nagging thoughts of waking up one day to a telegram was gone. We all hardly slept that night, we sat in the street most the night with the other partygoers drinking and letting everything move past us and every problem we had temporarily disappeared. The remainder of the night was spent with us around the fireplace, just existing and being at peace with one another.

When the train finally rolled into the station, Finn ran through the crowd despite Pol's efforts to keep him next to her, "he could get lost or end up on the train tracks!". Her worries were met with Ada taking the piss, "you know, I did read somewhere that little boys were being pushed onto train tracks. The papers are full of horrifying-" She was cut off by light smack, Pol probably slapped her on the arm. It's funny how much Aunt Pol worries so we've begun to poke some fun at her. She knows we're only messing about so she doesn't take any actual offence but she always plays along. I ducked my head to hide the smile that was coming onto my face: my family was going to be whole again!

A short while later, Finn was running back towards us with the three most powerful men in Small Heath - and possibly the whole of Birmingham - trailing behind him. The crowd absentmindedly parted around them as they moved towards us. John moved in front, pushing Arthur behind him, in order to reach us first. He was strutting with his arms outstretched, "Johnny Boy's home!"

As soon as he reached us he pulled me off my feet and into a hug. "I missed you so much princess." He spoke with a massive smile on his face, touching him made everything sink in so I nuzzled my face into his shoulder, breathing in his aftershave, "missed you more."

I could hear Tommy and Arthur behind me, Polly was crying quietly and Ada was making half arsed jokes - trying to mask her own slightly shaky voice. It's strange, she's not usually one to hide her emotions behind a façade, especially when it's her family. Maybe she's worried they'll take the mick?

I pulled away from John and he put me on the floor, "that necklace looks gorgeous on you, Y/n. Whoever got you that should be your favourite brother." My hand moved to my necklace and I laughed, "he wishes he was."

We hadn't been talking for long before, "Is it my turn now?" Arthur interrupted, very impatient. He didn't wait for a reply before picking me up and spinning me around. I clutched onto his arms, a massive smile on my face. Pol shouted, "be careful with her Arthur! Don't dirty her dress."

"I'm not going to drop her." He shot back, shaking his eyes in a playful manner. He turned his attention back to me and put me down, "have you been good for Pol and Ada?" I tilted my head, "I always am, I'm a perfect angel." He laughed and put one of his hands on my shoulder, "oh yeah? You wish. You're a Shelby, sweetheart, and the best one at that." I smirked, "obviously."

Tommy pulled our attention away from each other and asked me to walk with him, Arthur gave me a 'good luck' look and went back to talk to Finn and Ada. We walked ahead of everyone else, my heart was racing with each step we took - what did he want? Did Pol tell him about the incident? Surely not, it was a while ago and we've all grown and matured since then.

His voice pulled me out of my thoughts, "that dress looks great." Confused, I replied, "thanks. It was a present from Aunt Polly."

"Did you do your own hair?"

"No. Ada did. This is one of her finer pieces of work." I gestured to my hair, flourishing my hand as I did.

He let out a soft laugh, it wasn't quite like I remembered it. "It looks alright. You've grown quite a bit, you look very mature and grown now."

"I am sixteen now y'know."

"I know, you're no longer my little baby sister. Can't believe I wasn't there to celebrate all those holidays with you."

"There'll be more holidays." I smiled up at him. My heart skipped a beat, he missed me! My fears were just irrational thoughts after all. "I really missed you whilst you were gone, Tom. I kept worrying that something had happened to you, John or Arthur but the telegram had gotten lost in the mail or that one day I'd wake up to Polly crying and a tear soaked letter in her hands-"

Tommy spoke before I could finish my sentence and grabbed my hands, "but we're home aren't we? I promise you, Y/n, no matter what we aren't leaving again."

"What about another war?" I asked with slight sincerity, "would you leave me, us, again?"

He pulled me into a hug, "there won't be another war." Tommy lifted my head up to kiss my forehead, "I promise you'll never have to worry like that again." Tommy laughed as I held up my pinky finger but he took it nonetheless.

Everyone had moved past us so he moved his hand to my lower back to direct me behind them, and through the crowds of people on their way home to celebrate - or mourn.

My family is whole again for the first time in four years. I’m never letting anyone leave ever again.

#oneshot #fanfic #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #arthur shelby

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Harry Potter - Ron Weasley - Can’t Live Without You

Word count: 1477

Summary: Ronald Weasley and Y/n Y/l/n fall for each other from the start, but neither realise. Throughout the years, their budding love grows and blooms into something that will be everlasting.

As if it were yesterday, I remember the first time I stepped into the great hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I remember standing behind a short, ginger haired boy and his friend, a black haired boy named Harry Potter. I know all about Harry Potter, obviously, but I couldn't seem to pull my eyes off his friend, Something Weasley, he seemed so kind, funny, and fiercely loyal.

I spent the beginning of the first year keeping my distance from them: I didn't want to be pushy or annoying - or come across as a Harry Potter fan girl. However, I eventually mustered up the courage to introduce myself to them during lunch one day. I stumbled on my words but Ron was looking at me with a slight smile and I relaxed, feeling confident. After that, we became good friends and we were together every chance we got.

In our second year, I took advantage of the fact that we had to find information on the chamber of secrets and subconsciously made efforts to get closer and closer to Ron: I spent a lot of hours with him in the library and common room. This boosted our friendship massively and showed how much we cared for one another, the thought of something happening to either of us helped to motivate us to discover the secrets of the chamber and the basilisk.

One day in our third year, we were in the library to have a private place discuss Sirius Black and his escape from Azkaban and hypothesise how he could have done it - and do some homework because of Hermione's persistence. I was engrossed in a fascinating herbology book (about the properties and adaptations of different plants) when Ron stood up and rather loudly excused himself to go to the bathroom. Harry and Hermione immediately jumped on this opportunity - it was very rare for it just to be us three - and asked me if everything was okay between Ron and I. Hermione told me that they been reluctant to say anything because they didn't want to pick sides if we stopped being friends.

Feeling nervous, I placed my book down and assured them, "Everything is great but I'm pretty sure I like Ron and I really don't want to ruin the friendship between us because it means a lot to me, so I shouldn't say anything, right?"

Harry seemed to be a bit astonished but Hermione, being Hermione, remarked, "oh of course! It was so obvious. Why didn't I think about that?"

I smiled awkwardly at the duo and Harry and I both shook our heads at Hermione's comment. Thankfully, Ron returned before anything else was said and we went back to silence; I moved my face so that my book was covering my face to hide how red I had gotten.

Four years later we left everything we knew and loved behind and spent what would have been our final year at Hogwarts on the run and on the hunt for horcruxes. We were having a rough couple of weeks because we had a horcrux but didn't know how to destroy it, so we took turns wearing it so we knew where it was at all times. Ron was particularly nasty when he had it on and he was so horrible to us; we always tried to remember that it was the horcrux speaking not him but it was so difficult to not yell at him.

One day we all had such a vicious argument that he left, Hermione tried her hardest to comfort me but she knew that the only way that I would feel better is if I saw Ron again. The argument we had kept me up at night and plagued me in the mornings. I began to neglect breakfast and would only eat small amounts in the evenings. In most of my waking moments, I was researching everything that could possibly help us on our quest to find the horcruxes - I came up empty but it was something to do, something to distract me.

Thankfully, my prayers were answered and one cold morning I heard Ron's heavy footsteps coming towards us; he was talking to someone - Harry - and then they were coming through the tent door. I was suddenly livid and wanted nothing more than to show Ronald Weasley just how angry I was at him for leaving. Harry and Hermione gave us space so I swore and screamed at him - trying to hold back tears - until my throat was so hoarse that it hurt to speak.

He didn't say anything but walked up to me and hugged me tightly, he whispered in my eye, "I'm sorry I left, Y/n. I know I hurt you but I promise I'm never leaving again."

I mumbled into his chest, my words barely audible, "you'd better not."

After our lovely little reunion, we heard a noise and came face to face with some smugglers. We all ran through the forest but I was tripped and landed on my face - the smuggler chasing me was quick to strip me off my wand and pull me up. I was taken to a clearing, where Ron, Harry, and Hermione were, and then we apparated to a large mansion, hidden slightly by fog.

My heart stopped when I realised where we were. Malfoy Manor.

Once inside, Bellatrix separated me from everyone else and ordered the trio to be thrown into the dungeon. Ron was furious and began scuffling with the person holding him - to no avail.</p>

I was still being held by the smuggler when Bellatrix walked over to me and held her wand up to my neck and whispered, "you're a blood traitor, i'm gonna have some fun with you."

My body froze as I was dragged by the hair into the middle of the room: I was too afraid to do anything. Bellatrix began toying with me and pretended to use the cruciatus curse, I finally managed to move and flinched away from her each time - this earned a laugh from everyone.

I knew things were going to change for the worst when everyone bar Bellatrix, Wormtail, and the Malfoys. Avoiding eye contact, I stood up straight and showed everyone that I wouldn't go down without a fight. Something seemed to suddenly change in Bellatrix and she ran at me, yelling crucio as she did. A massive, searing pain ran through my body and I felt all my nerves light on fire and freeze. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to die, in seconds I was writhing on the floor in pain and tried to move away.

As the affects from the curse started to wear off, a different burning appeared on my right forearm. I moved my head slightly to find Bellatrix leant over it, she was carving something. Behind her, I saw Ron, his face contorted with rage: he sprinted at us and tackled her to the ground, he punched her and grabbed her wand then ran back over to me. Harry and Hermione had begun a fight with the others to distract them.

After the fight, we all apparated to Shell Cottage and I was taken straight to a bedroom to rest. I was left alone for a while to sleep but I couldn't switch my mind off and instead stared out the window. Everything was circling through my mind when I heard a knock on the door. The trio was stood there, waiting for my permission to come in. We were all sat with each other for an hour or so when Harry and Hermione suddenly excused themselves and left Ron and I alone.

Ron grabbed my hand and, with a shake in his voice, told me, "I was so worried about you, Y/n. I was so angry and scared for you. I'm so sorry I didn't protect you."

"You couldn't have done much against you-know-who's most loyal follower, and anyway, you did. You stopped Bellatrix hurting me anymore."

He just shook his head, "No, I should've done something sooner. I just... I like you, like a lot, y'know? Seeing and hearing you like that was the worst thing I have ever been through, I can't even imagine what you feel like but..." He took a deep breath, "I can't go another day without letting you know how much you mean to me."

I smiled slightly, "I like you too, Ron... like a lot."

His face lit up and he moved to hug me but hesitated. I noticed, "It's okay. You can hug me."

Wrapping me up tightly, I breathed him in and tried to remember the feeling I had at that moment. I didn't want to let go. Everything became so overwhelming but Ron whispered into my ear, "It's all okay now, I've got you."

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BBC Sherlock - Sherlock Holmes - Deduce Me Into Your Heart

Word Count: 1860

Summary: After Y/n's divorce they meet a particular consulting detective. They grow closer with one another and eventually confess their feelings.

We were sitting on opposite sides of the table and I could feel his eyes on me. But instead I was watching his lawyer's hands as she looked through the many documents laid out in front of her. When she found what she was looking for she neatly collected them and pushed the papers in mine and my lawyer's direction.

As she slid the papers towards us, I felt a light tap on my foot and, to his joy, looked up at my soon to be ex-husband. It had been my idea for a divorce, he had been having an affair with his brothers ex-girlfriend: his brother found them after they failed to lock themselves in a room properly, and of course he came straight to tell me after snapping a few unflattering photos (for evidence and a good laugh).

He had been begging me to give him a second chance ever since then but I realised that I don't need him to be happy, so I quickly filed for a divorce. His mother had contacted me, berating me for the way I was treating her sweet, angel son. She had claimed that I obviously wasn't satisfactory enough in the bedroom and that I was lacking in the romance department - that had to be why he cheated! Nothing to do with the fact he's a scumbag and a liar.

When I met his eyes, he smiled slightly so I made sure he saw me roll my eyes and then looked down at the documents I had to sign before I could go. I had zoned out of the conversation until I heard my lawyer, "Okay, Y/n you need to sign here and here. Do you have a pen?"

I nodded and pulled one out of my bag. It had C.R engraved on it: his brother's initials. I practically heard his eyes widen in disbelief and I had to try to keep a straight face - nothing weird was going on between us, I just asked to borrow it because I knew it would freak him out.

I signed the documents then clicked the lid back on and placed the pen back in my bag. I was told I could leave so, feeling extremely satisfied, I walked out with my head held high and a smirk on my face. Stepping outside, I took my first breath in the fresh air as a free person! I felt calm and relieved that everything is finally over and I can go home tonight and never think about that cheating scum ever again.

As I got into my car, I noticed a message from my boss, Detective Inspector Lestrade, saying that I had to come in because of an 'important' case. Sighing, I drove to work to find out what was so important that I had to be dragged away from a day to myself.

As I pulled into the car park, I took some deep breaths to calm my mind because I was suddenly feeling stressed. This happens often when I come to work and I'm not sure really why. Walking into the office, I went straight to the briefing room and prepared for whatever could possibly be waiting for me.

During the meeting, we were all told that Baker Street's famous Sherlock Holmes would be assisting us. I've never met him in person but my colleagues Donovan and Anderson really didn't like him so I sort of formed an unfair distaste towards him.

At first, the case seemed like the stereotypical murder-suicide. Husband kills wife, feels sad or remorseful, kills himself, neighbours call in a fight they heard and lo and behold, they're both dead! But then, "three other identical reports were made last night." Lestrade decided to dramatically pause before saying, "there's a serial killer in London." Cue the gasps and the widened eyes.

When we got to the crime scene, Sherlock wasn't there but we were under strict instruction to not interfere with the crime scene or poke about because Sherlock had demanded it remain untouched.

I huffed and Donovan spoke, "The freak will go mental if you mess about with anything. He'll start screaming at you."

Anderson spoke next, "He's crazy. I don't know why he's allowed to come to crime scenes."

I gave a silent "oh" then Sherlock strutted onto the scene with a shorter, grey haired man following closely behind him.

Donovan spoke louder to me now, "You know why he's here? He's not paid or anything. He likes it. He gets off on it. The weirder the crime, the more he gets off. And you know what? One day just showing up won't be enough. One day we'll be standing around a body and Sherlock Holmes will be the one that put it there."

"Why would he do that?" I asked.

"Because he's a psychopath, and psychopaths get bored."

I couldn't pull my eyes away as Sherlock's coat fluttered behind him as he strode over to the body and crouched down. I watched as the famous consulting detective moved and spoke out loud - to the room but also himself. His partner, who I learnt is called Dr Watson, noticed me staring, "Amazing isn't it." I nodded slightly. It was certainly something.

The more I studied his behaviour, the more curious and fascinated I became. Sure, he was loud and a bit obnoxious but he meant well. Why did Donovan and Anderson hate him so much? He seemed so kind and his eyes slightly sparkled when he told us his 'deductions', I can see that being around him too long could annoy you but I really wanted to get to know him for some reason. So I did.

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Thanks to Sherlock, the case was only open for two weeks. Those two weeks were simultaneously the longest of my life and the most interesting: including a lot of running around and eye rolling.

Sherlock put on a show - at my expense - for everyone, in which he deduced some things about me that were slightly embarrassing because he had noticed my staring. For example, in what was probably his first time actually interacting with me, he informed everyone of my very recent divorce and that it I regret it - that's only sorta true. I miss him but I'm so glad I'm not with him anymore, he was, for lack of a better word, a tool. He could be controlling and manipulative at times but he was also sweet and hilarious when he wanted to be. I think we were both toxic and I'm so glad it's over but you can't blame me for second guessing myself - I was with him for 6 years.

Believe it or not, Sherlock was very kind to me after that and always tried to watch what he was saying so he wouldn't upset me further. I was very surprised at this and so was everyone else: apparently Sherlock isn't the nicest of people - or very fond of them. It's an exception I'm happy to be a part of.

We kept in touch afterwards and he even agreed to meet me at a café to discuss a lead I had gotten on a case. No one else believed me but I knew Sherlock would help or at the very least offer me some advice on what to do next.

The door opened and he glided towards the table, he pulled his chair out and sat down. He stared at me, pulled his hands up to his chin and spoke, "What lead did you find? Is it something about the neighbour's granddaughter?"

"What? You knew about that?" I looked at him in disbelief, "Sherlock you should have told me!"

"I can't do all the work for you, sergeant."

My mouth was open and my eyes were wide as I tried to wrap my head around the face that he knew vital information on the case and decided not to tell me. Then I got angry, he could probably tell so he leaned back in his seat, "I didn't realise you would get so upset."

"Sherlock, you withheld important information. That's illegal. I could arrest you."

"Be my guest," he stood up and held out his hands, I responded by shaking my head and putting my head in my hands.

Cocky weasel.

Not knowing what to say next, I stood up and left the café. I swear that man will be the end of me, but I can't help but smile at his unfaltering behaviour. If there's one thing you can guarantee about him it's his consistency.

The next morning, I was sat at my desk, focusing hard on collecting and revising all the information I had gathered when Donovan came running over to my desk, "Y/n, there's been a sighting!"

Standing up quickly and pulling on my jacket I followed her. "Where?"

"Portman square."

I nodded in recognition, I know the area well. That's near Baker Street.

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As I was talking to some crime scene cleaner, an all too known voice came from behind me, "Hello Y/L/N."

"Hello Holmes," I turned to see Sherlock smirking at me.

"Lovely weather isn't it."

"I guess... are you feeling okay Sherlock?"

His eyes shifted from me, "why wouldn't I be. I was merely making a remark about the weather. Am I no longer able to do that?" His eyes twinkled slightly and his body shifted so that he was on his heels.

"Sherlock you are terrible at being a human being. Small talk isn't your forte or something you find pleasure in taking part in." Then I realised. "You're nervous."

"What! Me? No. No, I'm not nervous. I don't get nervous Y/n, you know that."

My eyebrow raised at him and I caught Dr John Watson eying us. He quickly turned away to marvel at a very old brick wall, very discreet.

"Sherlock Holmes, in the kindest way possible, if you don't tell me what the hell is going on I will break your knee caps then your face." I finished with a smile and tilted my head slightly - I wasn't playing around.

"I don't think there will be any need for that Y/n but fine. Mycroft has always told me that sentiment is for fools and I agree with him but-"

"Awesome! What does this have to do with me?"

"But! I have become a fool..." I looked at him blankly, "Y/n, I have grown to enjoy your company quite a bit and I get nervous and sweaty around you. John told me that means I like you."

"...Oh. I- I don't know what to say, Sherlock."

"Wait, I have something else. Y/n, all my deductions of you has meant that you are always in my mind. Deduce me into your heart because you are already in mine."

"I must say that was a lovely little speech. I have also grown... fond of you and if you are willing, I'd love to take this further."

"Ok." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me utterly flabbergasted.

Sherlock Holmes, is definitely a high functioning sociopath. My high functioning sociopath?

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The Hobbit - Legolas - Now I’ve Got You

Word Count: 2017

Summary: Legolas has been feeling down and Thranduil doesn’t know how to help but then an elf, Y/n, turns up and helps him find his smile again - which Thranduil quickly picks up on…

Thranduil was concerned for his son's wellbeing, his mood seemed to be at an unusual low lately. However, this had happened before so Thranduil had expected it would pass quickly, meaning he tried not to to smother his son and allowed him as much space as he needed. But as time passed, Legolas' mood remained the same, so he decided that he must get to the bottom of it and help his son in any way he could - with the rest of Mirkwood watching out for Legolas and trying to find different ways to make the young price smile.

The Elven King spent several months searching for anything to help but never lost his hope when he came up empty each time. The chefs in the kitchen created many luscious treats for Legolas, which he did enjoy, but didn't lift his mood as Thranduil had hoped; many warm and bubbly baths were made for him, which he got lost in because they felt like heaven, but still his smile never went back to what it used to be.

There had been some disagreements during this time which lead to the elves of Mirkwood being on high alert. When things continued to escalate, Thranduil had summoned his council and they quickly agreed on a plan of action - they decided to call in some reinforcements. In particular, a very powerful reinforcement that could save Mirkwood and change the course of the impending war.

On a warm summers day, King and Prince were sat at their long dinner table - Thranduil was at his usual place head of the table and Legolas was sat at his left - both enjoying their lunch in a comfortable silence: the only noise coming from the busy servants in the kitchen as they prepared the next course of the meal. Thranduil looked over to his son, and watched him carefully chop his meal into smaller pieces and then bring it up to his mouth. It seemed like he had to put effort into eating it, his chews were slow and looked weak - like he was struggling to eat. The king wanted to say something to provide comfort but, in fear that saying something would cause Legolas to feel uncomfortable or push him away, he remained quiet and instead kept an eye on him.

Even though Legolas was looking his plate, he felt his father's eyes on him. He knew that his father only wanted to help him and was concerned about his behaviour lately, but a part of him felt like he was disappointing his father. This always nagged at the back of his mind and he could never seem to shake the feeling. Therefore, he thought it best that he didn't meet his father's eyes when he spoke.

"Ada, I have noticed you have been watching me lately. Have I done something?" He tried to keep his voice calm and steady and straightened his back: he was nervous for the response.

Thranduil wanted to reach his hand over to Legolas' and provide him with some physical comfort, but he resisted, it wasn't the best thing to do in that moment. Instead, he placed his utensils down onto the table and straightened his posture. His right hand moved to his chin and he spoke clearly and slowly, his eyes still on Legolas. "You haven't done anything."

Legolas also put his utensils on the table and tensed his arms, still looking at his plate. "Then why are you acting like I have."

"I have been concerned about you, Legolas." At this, the prince finally looked up from his plate and turned towards Thranduil. He was about to speak when some guards came into the room. They bowed and one of them spoke, "My king," he nodded at Legolas, "My prince. They have arrived."

They both nodded back and rose from their seats, smoothing their robes to get rid of any creases or crumbs hiding within them. Legolas waited for Thranduil to pass him and then followed him and the guards towards the throne room.

There was a cloaked elf stood facing the King's throne, head bowed. They remained like this even as Thranduil sat down - with Legolas standing to the side of him.

Thranduil was the first to speak. "Thank you for coming on such short notice, y/n, we hope that you can help us."

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At the king's words, I pulled down my hood and looked at the both of them, bowing slightly as I did. "I will certainly try to."

"How was your journey here?" Legolas asked, his tone sounded sincere.

I smiled at him, "The spiders were... interesting to say the least but other than that it was alright, thank you for asking."

He smiled back at me and nodded as if he knew exactly what I meant. Thranduil's eyes moved between us for a moment then he spoke again, "Legolas, show y/n to their chambers. Y/n, you are not needed today, please enjoy what Mirkwood has to offer." He stood up. "However, I do expect to see you both at the evening meal. You may go now."

Legolas smiled and stepped towards me, "if you'd like to follow me, y/n."

I bowed my head to Thranduil and followed Legolas. We reached a long corridor that was full of doors. They each had wood twisted in beautiful patterns across their door frames. He noticed my admiration, "Beautiful, aren't they." I could swear I felt Legolas' eyes flick over to me as he said that.

"Very. The craftsmanship is impeccable." I couldn't pull my eyes off them.

Legolas stopped in front of a room and turned to face me, "This is where you will be staying, if you need help with anything please let me know."

As he turned to leave I realised I didn't want him to go. "Wait! Can... can you show me around?"

"Do you not want to get settled in first?"

"I don't really want to be in my room unless I have to be. I hardly get out and Mirkwood seems amazing."

He nodded and smiled. "It is. Come on then, I'll give you the finest tour Mirkwood has to offer." He did a dramatic bow after this which made me chuckle.

At dinner that night, I was sat across from Legolas with Thranduil at his spot at the head of the table. We were at the main course of the meal, and the food was incredible. Let's just say if I wasn't in the presence of a king or a prince I would have devoured the meal in seconds.

Once again, Thranduil was the first to speak. "How is your food, y/n?"

"It's delicious, thank you." I smiled at him then looked over at Legolas who was already smiling at me.

"I heard you spent the day with Legolas. I hope

he was good company."

"Yes I did and he is." I nodded.

"How was it?"

Legolas spoke before I could, "It was lovely. I wouldn't mind getting to know you more, y/n."

He looked at me and smiled widely, and I gladly returned that smile. Mirkwood was absolutely brilliant so far, with the prince being a very good reason as to why it was.

Later that month, we had just came out of another strategy meeting (that went on for way to long) and Legolas ran to catch up to me. I heard him call my name and turned to greet him.

"Y/n! Hey, are you doing anything right now?"

"Thranduil asked for me to come see him for a private meeting, but that shouldn't take too long, why?" Thranduil had sort of cornered me before the meeting and asked to see me in the throne room after it was concluded - of course I couldn't really refuse this.

"Well... I was wondering if maybe you wanted to... help me train?" His voice went higher at the end. He was nervous. Why?

Throughout that month, Legolas and I had gotten closer and we learnt more about each other, we definitely had a special bond. We spent nearly every waking moment with one another but I enjoyed the company. He had many stories: some kept me on the edge of my seat, some had me on the verge of tears, some had me laughing until I couldn't breathe, and some had me incredibly confused. Most of my stories paled in comparison.

Legolas walked me to the throne room and Thranduil was already there so he said goodbye and walked off - presumably to go train. I was really starting to get nervous about what Thranduil might want me for because I saw the way he watched Legolas and I approach.

"Y/n, I've noticed you and my son have been getting quite close lately, you seem to be making him happy, his moods are lifting. I also know for certain that the entire of Mirkwood appears to enjoy having you here. I am grateful for this and the help you have given us."

"It is my honour to serve you and Mirkwood, and it has been a pleasure to get to know Legolas, he is very kind."

"Are you two courting one another?"

"... What? N-no."

"Do you wish to?"

I didn't say anything. Sure, I loved being around him. He consumed my thoughts, and being apart from him makes me feel strangely empty.

I guess yeah. I wish to. But I can't say that out loud, especially not to his dad.

But my silence was cue enough.

Thranduil smirked, "Ah I see, you do. Make him happy."

I blinked at him. Even though I didn't ask for it, I had his 'blessings' just like that. Suddenly feeling awkward, I just stood there, my mouth moving but no words coming out of them. Probably knowing I was slightly embarrassed he had caught onto my feelings, he dismissed me.

I immediately walked out and silently cursed myself until I reached the training room. Legolas was hitting perfect shots on the various targets dotted around the room but I lingered at the edge. I felt so out of place all of a sudden.

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I heard Y/n move into the room but they just stood at the door way, I didn't pay much attention to it because I had assumed they were just getting ready. They still hadn't move from their position so without giving it a second thought, I quickly turned and shot an arrow in their direction. For a second, I was worried that they wouldn't react to it in time but they quickly whipped their body to the side.

They paused for a moment as if in shock then started to move to face me. As they turned their body towards me, I could see the confusion plastered over their face quickly turn into an idea of revenge.

“Whoops?”

They charged towards me with an attractive smirk on their face, I almost didn't want to move but instinctually, I threw my bow and arrows to the side and prepared to tackle them to the ground. However I wasn't fast enough and quickly ended up on the floor with Y/n's hands pinning mine down whilst they sat on my stomach. I was completely stuck under them.

"Why'd you shoot an arrow at me?" They questioned.

"Wanted to test your reflexes." I shot back, smirking.

I was still pinned underneath them and they just shook their head - thinking they had the upper hand. I seized this opportunity and flicked my leg around and manoeuvred my body so that I was now pinning them down. Their eyes went wide and I laughed, which made them also laugh.

My heart felt so much joy at hearing their laugh, it was definitely the happiest I'd been for a very long time. Whatever Y/n was thinking about as they entered the room appeared to be gone now, their eyes were sparkling and their nose was scrunched slightly. Everything they do is perfect. My feelings for them grow more each day. I hope they feel the same about me.

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Marvel - Steve Rogers - Lost and Found

Word Count: 1381

Summary: In the midst of the battle of Sokovia, a young Sokovian finds themself to be lost but then they are found by Captain America who helps them be reunited with their father.

It was warm outside, but there were loud and frightening noises echoing off the buildings, it felt like the noises were surrounding me as I stumbled around blindly, looking for refuge. To protect my face, I had pulled my t-shirt over my nose to stop dust getting into my lungs, I also had my hand creating a visor for my eyes, to prevent anything flying into them. My heart rate accelerated rapidly when I heard another blast sound from the right of me, causing me to accidentally drop my t-shirt; the smoke snaked it's way into my lungs and caused me to splutter and choke.

I was about to use my other hand to swat at the smoke but I decided that blocking my nose and mouth would be more useful - so I decided to let the smoke clear itself, whilst continuing to move forward. I would find shelter eventually.

Once the smoke cloud cleared, I noticed a building to my left and I ran to hide in it. One of its front doors was missing and the other was hanging on by one of its hinges. It looked like it would fall off if I touched it. I moved inside and noticed a small hole in the ceiling. There was a light coming through it that was shining onto a large desk, the computer on it was catching the light and directing it over to a spot on the back wall. It was highlighting a poster of a smiley faced woman with a motivating quote above her: but I was too far away from it to see what it said.

Unexpectedly, my stomach dropped and I suddenly felt very unnerved and cold: I felt the hairs on the back of my neck move into defensive positions and I knew I had to get out of there. I felt like someone was watching me - waiting for me to travel further into the building so that I wouldn't be able to run back out - so I pivoted around and ran back out of the door.

My eyes were starting to sting and my mouth was getting dry and I just wanted to stop walking and accept my fate. I'd lost my father when the chaos first began and I'd lost my bearings after the explosions started. I was tired and fed up as tears started to roll down my cheeks.

A strange noise startled me and I whipped my body round to find the source of the noise - my t-shirt fell again but the dust was settling closer towards the ground so I didn't drag it back up. A frightening looking robot had just came barrelling around the corner, it hadn't spotted me yet but my heart was thumping inside my chest and I prayed the robot couldn't hear it. I stood like a deer in head lights and held my breath as it slowly turned its head and body towards me. Once it had noticed me, it flew forwards with its hands outstretched - like a zombie - and I instinctually stepped backwards but I didn't dare to look away from it.

It was inching closer and closer to me, fear was rising within me with each second and I felt my throat closing up. Then a giant metal frisbee came flying from behind me and struck the robot in its chest. The lights flickered from its eyes and it's body went limp. I felt like my heart would beat through my rib cage and I didn't dare to move to see who just saved me because alarm had swamped my mind - along with a million different questions. Who was that? What was that? Will they hurt me? Is the robot dead now? Am I next? What is happening?

A friendly hand clamped onto my shoulder and I turned my head to meet the soft blue eyes of a gentle looking man. His outfit matched the colours of the frisbee that was thrown past me. He spoke to me slowly as not to frighten me, "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are your family?"

He's American. I had studied English at school so I knew what he was saying but I couldn't seem to speak. I just shook my head and sniffed, another tear rolling down my face. Where was my family?

He spoke again, "Don't worry, I'll help you. Come with me."

I nodded to him and croaked out, "Okay." My throat felt strained when I spoke and my head was swimming. I wasn't sure I could trust him but I was lost and scared, he was the only other person I had seen since I got separated from my father - he was my only hope.

His hand moved to the middle of my back so he could guide me forward - we were moving towards the robot so he could get his frisbee back - and he moved me closer to him, I didn't mind. He had big muscles and spoke gently so I thought to myself that I was safe. When we were stood over the robot, he pulled his frisbee out of its carcass and I got a proper look at it. There was a white star in the middle, surrounded by blue, and rings of red and white were filling the rest of the space.

"I forgot to say earlier, I'm Capt-, Steve. It's lovely to meet you..."

"Y/n."

"Hi, Y/n, sorry if I frightened you earlier with my shield."

Oh. It's a shield. "It's fine. Thank you for stopping that robot."

"It's no problem, c'mon let's get you out of here." Steve smiled down to me and I felt my heart skip a beat. He was going to keep me safe and help me find my father.

Steve moved his shield into his right hand and reached to grab my hand with his left, which I happily took. Surprisingly, my heart rate seemed to go down and settle on a more normal and even level than it had been before. His presence was oddly calming to me.

We had been walking for a short while when another robot came crashing towards us. Steve threw up his shield and used his left hand to hold me protectively behind him. I shrieked as it charged forwards but Steve struck it in the side of its body and it flew to its right, it seemed to be stunned.

Then he spoke out loud but not to me, "I need help, I have a young kid with me and more of Ultron's robots are ambushing us."

Steve moved me to face him and he spoke again but this time to me, "Listen, one of my friends is going to come here and help us, ok? I wont leave you, I'll take you to the ships but we need to wait."

I nodded to him as a man with long blonde hair thundered over to us and threw his hammer at one of them, it's torso being ripped off.

His voice was deep when he spoke, "Take the young midgardian to the ships. I'll deal with this."

I looked at him fascinated - his muscles were bigger than Steve's - and then back at the friendly American, he nodded and picked me up before breaking into a run. The wind was rushing past my ears and I clutched onto his neck because I felt like I was going to fall. I could've sworn that one building we ran past had a big, green guy scaling up it!

Once we reached the ships he set me down and asked me if I could see my family anywhere. I looked around then heard someone calling my name from the ship to my right - it was my dad!

"Yes, there! That's my dad." I looked up to Steve and pointed. He nodded down to me and walked me over to my father.

We immediately embraced each other and my father cried a thank you to Steve to which Steve responded, "It's no problem, sir. Take care of yourself."

We both waved to him before he ran back off to save the day. My father pulled me closer and moved his hands tightly around me to keep me put. Maybe we would be okay.

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