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rreids · 4 days

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Ok ok this idea has been rotting in my head for a a WHILE- So, the truth or dare episode? but what about exBAU!Reader who left the team to take care of her and Spencer’s child, and she finds out about what JJ said? And she either gets angry or insecure? I keep picturing a badass reader but I could also see the insecurity too. -🦋

TRUTH • S. REID X READER

fem reader; 14 x 15 spoilers; reader is pregnant; spencer girl dad!; angst; fluff; we are anti-jeid in this household she is at most familial to him i take no criticism; spencer is so cheesy and in love (with the right person god bless); ~1.2k words

“—to say something that would get your attention…” you walk up to Spencer and JJ, ready to tell them about the cake cutting, and pause.

You’re not big on listening in to conversations and you trust Spencer, but something about the hushed tones has you on edge.

”Jennifer… truth or dare?” Your brows furrow at his voice and the question.

JJ pauses. And since when was she Jennifer? “Truth.”

“Did you mean it?”

You can’t wait. “Spence? JJ? They’re getting ready to cut the cake, you should come…”

They quietly exchange a few more words and your frown deepens, torn between worry and frustration. Spencer lingers a little too long on the spot, running his thumb over his wedding ring.

“Spence?”

He looks up. “Hi, honey,” his voice is soft, almost apologetic.

You sigh. “Is it going to upset me?”

He nods. “Probably.”

“Then it can wait. We’re here for Rossi and Krystall. Come on, everyone’s waiting.”

Spencer follows you and you don’t have to fake your smile as everyone settles into cheers and celebration, even if it fades a little while dancing with your husband. His brow is pinched, and you don’t like the pit in your stomach. Something was wrong.

After you’re sure you’re no longer tipsy from the red wine, you find Rossi and Krystall — “listen, I’m so sorry, but our babysitter…”

“Go,” Rossi laughs. “I know it’s hard for you to be away from her.”

It was true. You’d left the team and gone back to the legal field — in a desk job, with normal hours — to spend time with your daughter. It was a hard decision, but you decided you needed the structure. To be available if anything happened. You still loved and adored your friends, meeting up with them often and providing structure for them too.

“I’m so happy for you two,” you tell them between hugs, and you find Spencer finishing his rounds.

“Honey…” Spencer starts and you swallow against the lump in your throat. “Can we talk?”

“Can it wait until we’re home, Spence?” Your voice is almost pitifully weak, and you don’t even have a reason for it to be. “Izzy needs Mommy and Daddy to say goodnight.”

Spencer melts. “Of course.”

And that’s what happens. He tells her a story — one he clearly remembers and is reenacting, memories from his mother when he was a kid — and you tuck her in with a kiss.

It’s tense. You hate it.

“Do you…” you can barely get out the words. “Something happened. With JJ. I know you two were trapped together with Casey — and he was huge on truth or dare, so that conversation today… it’s related.” You’re tripping over them but you can’t stop talking. “Do you… do you love her? What’s going on, Spence?”

He shakes his head quickly. “She told me she loved me.”

You bite your lip. “And you think the best thing to ask is if she meant it?” Your voice quivers with barely restrained rage. “We have a daughter, Spence. You have another kid on the way.”

Spencer clasps your hand in his. “And I want nothing other than a life with you and them. Let me talk, sweetheart, please,”

You want to pull back, but you know not to reject him. Not now, when it could seem so final.

“Talk.”

Spencer sighs. “She’s saying she was saying it to get my attention, to make it clear I needed to do something — that nothing would be good enough for him… nothing could be his needed confession.

And I wanted to know if she meant it because she knows I’ve been head over heels for you since the day you walked through the BAU’s doors, only a year after I did. I thought you were gorgeous, and I could barely get out a ‘hello—’” you smile at the memory: he had been awkward, tripping over a greeting while you introduced yourself “—and JJ knew that. She does know I’m head over heels for you, even now.

She actually gave me advice. On how to ask you out, that first time, when we went to the film festival and you pretended you knew everything about how camera language worked on screen and I pretended not to know any better…” Spencer laughs when you whine, embarrassed. “So she’s always known I was yours from the moment I laid eyes on you. And she’s always been Will’s. I wanted to know if it had all been some kind of trick.”

You hum. “Was it?”

“Well, somebody came to tell us the cake was getting cut,” he nudges his nose against your cheek and presses a kiss to your skin. “So I didn’t get to hear, not in exact terms. But I don’t think she loves me as anything but a younger brother. An annoying one, at that. It wasn’t a trick for me, some plan to win me over she was in the long haul for. It was a trick for Casey. I… I shot him. He was going to kill JJ, he said it wasn’t good enough to save her life. It gave me the time to get my gun and aim.”

“You have perfect aim,”

“Now I do,” Spencer laughs, and you melt a little. “Remember when Hotch had to train me?”

You do.

“Spence.”

“Honey.”

“The next time a girl tells you they’re in love with you, I need you to laugh in their face and show them your ring.”

“I don’t want to do that to you,”

You sigh and lean into him, unable to stop the smile at the assuredness he has in your love, curling into his chest. “Okay, well, next time a girl who isn’t me does it, you tell me. I never want to be that upset with you again.” You trace your fingers over his stubble, his defined jaw, mapping out his features. “You’re mine. And I hate fighting.”

He kisses the top of your head, hand coming down to your beginning bump. “I’m all yours,” he agrees. “And I’m sorry for making you worry or making this more than it needed to be, I should’ve told you right after I got back from the case. After everything you’ve given up for me, I should kiss the ground you walk on.”

“You should.”

You can’t keep a straight face, dissolving into a fit of giggles as he murmurs praises of you and whispers of his adoration like a prayer.

“Oh, my love, may I lay out the red carpet before every—” you cut him off with a tender kiss, sweet and warm. He smiles against you, and brings his hand up to undo the pins in your hair, letting it cascade down your shoulders and next to his face.

Spencer pulls back and tucks the stray pieces behind your ears before cupping your face in his hands. “You are the only woman for me. I promise I will always want and choose you, just like I promised before everyone else all those years ago.”

You smile. “And I always want you, Spence.”

“Even when I’m telling you about my new passion for crosswords and interest in designing one myself?”

“Especially then.”

an emoji anon?? for ME>??? i love winning.. a little more angsty than badass but she is also angry. as she should be. (welcome im so so so happy KDFJKG i hope u like it <3)

#my works #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #requested #🦋 anon #cm spoilers

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buckybarnesb-tch · 6 months

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hi can you make a human AU for yandere klaus mikaelson where he is a businessman and he is the boss of his own company and he has a new assistant *y/n* and he obviously falls in love with her and finds any excuse to stay with her and one day they stay late at the office just the two of them and klaus manages to seduce her enough to fuck her hard against his desk and claim her as his own.

His New Assistant-Klaus M.

(There’s hints of Yandere!Klaus in this but it’s not too bad, he’s more Yandere in the sense that the boss is ‘taking advantage’ of his employee)

Warning:Smut, Dub-Con(ish-if you squint) and unbalance of power dynamic -Don’t Like=Don’t Read-

DD:DNE

It was strange to you how close he got at first, Klaus was constantly keeping you after hours, paying you overtime to help with the smallest things. He would be close as often as he could, touch you as often as he could and stare at you through his office window whenever he got the chance.

Honestly you feel like you should have reported him to Human Resources by now but…you love it.

Your boss was definitely attractive, and for some reason he wanted to constantly be around you. You didn’t really have a problem with it, doing your job and taking care of whatever he needed from you. Sometimes you just ended up having dinner with him in his office while you went over paperwork that could have easily waited until the next day.

Klaus seemed like he was trying to see just how far he could get. You knew the little touches were inappropriate, his hand lingering on the small of your back, wrapping around your waist, tucking your hair behind your ear, but he was so sweet and charming you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. Klaus was hot, no denying that, but you never thought it went beyond a little teasing, you never thought he was as in love with you as he is. By the time you realized how serious it was it was too late.

‘Here are the reports you asked for Mr. Mikaelson. If that’s everything you need then I will head out for the day.’ You turned to walk back to your desk when his voice stopped you.

‘Y/n, I actually have something else to get done. Would you mind terribly staying and helping me? I’ll buy you dinner?’ He offered and you couldn’t refuse that sweet, hopeful face.

‘Fine, but I want Chinese.’ You teased and he just smiled.

Once again you stay with him finishing up paper work that didn’t need to be done yet, some of which never should have been anywhere near his desk, but you didn’t complain. You two worked and talked until almost 9pm when you began cleaning up for the evening and he seemed to suddenly realize how late it was. ‘Thank you for this Y/n, I appreciate how willing you are to help me. Most assistants I’ve had would never consider overtime…I also genuinely enjoy spending time with you.’ He admitted and you felt your cheeks heating up.

‘Well thank you Mr. Mikaelson. I’m glad that I can help, besides, overtime just means I can pay my bills faster.’ You joked, picking up the last files and moving to put them away in the file cabinet.

‘Are you having trouble? I can help you if you need-‘ you were stunned by his immediate upset at the idea of your money problems.

‘Oh no, I’m fine. It was a joke, really. I mean everyone has money problems, student loans, the normal stuff, no big deal.’ You brushed the subject off as quickly as you could before filing the last few folders. ‘Everything is finished, and legal should be able to find it all tomor-Oh!’ You gasped as you turned to find your boss directly behind you, jumping back into the filing cabinet in surprise.

‘Are you alright? I didn’t mean to frighten you.’ He spoke, reaching out to make sure you hadn’t hurt your head.

‘I’m fine…’ you mumbled quietly, trying to find a way around him but not seeing one and instantly hating your body for betraying you as you felt your nipples harden as his hands touched you, running down your arms and looking you over.

‘You’re perfection…you know Y/n, I’ve really become attached to you these last 2 weeks you’ve been here. I believe you deserve everything the world has to offer you, and I want to be the one to give it to you.’ His hand tucked your hair behind your ear and you were stood, frozen and in shock.

‘Mr. Mikaelson, I think this is becoming inappropriate and I don’t-‘

‘Come on Love. You know that I’m sweet on you, there’s no way you don’t. You’ve been enjoying our time together, I know you like the flirting and the little touches…well I love how you try to hide that sweet blush every time I compliment you.’ His thumb brushed down your cheek and you could feel how hot it was as your body continued disobeying you.

‘Please stop? I-I can’t-‘

‘Can’t what?’

‘Can’t lose my job for this-please stop?’ Tears sprung to your eyes as you tried to push passed him but his arm wound around your waist, and he quickly lifted you to sit on his desk.

‘You won’t be losing your job gorgeous, I like having you here. I want you to be mine, and if that’s what I want then who is going to object with me?’ You were stunned by that, he wanted you to keep working for him even after fucking you?

‘If people find out-‘

‘Let them. What are they going to say? I fell in love with my assistant and now we’re together? Now she’s mine? I enjoy the idea of working with you all day and holding you all night, don’t you?’ I looked up at him in shock, disbelief at the idea that he could be in love with me. ‘Oh Love, you didn’t think once was going to be enough for us, did you? We’ll have barely gotten started.’ The smirk on his face was dark and would have been scary if you didn’t already love him yourself. You had seen his dark side, the angry parts of him that come out in meetings with certain people, and you had seen who the only person to calm him down afterwards was.

You

‘You’re already dripping for me, aren’t you?’ He questioned as he pulled your ass to the edge of the desk and began pushing your skirt up your thighs. ‘I know you are, I know how badly this sweet little cunt needs me.’ I gasped suddenly, his forehead resting against mine now as I felt his hand grazing the inside of my thighs before his fingertips brushed against my panties. His other hand moved and suddenly he had ripped my panties in half, roughly shoving 2 fingers into me and swallowing my cry in a needy kiss. My hands quickly moved to fumble with his belt, yanking it open and wrapping my fingers around his cock, stunned at just how thick it is. ‘I’m going to stretch you so good you’ll never want another cock again.’ His mouth devoured yours in his desperate kisses, hands now yanking his boxer briefs down and pressing the head of his thick cock to your dripping hole. ‘See how desperate she is for me? Sweet little hole is leaking all over my desk, I can’t imagine how wet your panties are when you go home every night-‘ you gasped loudly as he shoved himself into you completely, holding your waist tightly to keep your body flush against his. ‘So tight!’ He grunted, pulling back and shoving himself into you again, setting a slow pace and grunting against your neck as your arms wrapped tighter around his neck, fingers buried in his hair to hold yourself close to him.

‘Please sir-‘

‘Call me my name, love! Only my name from now on!’ He demanded, thrusting particularly hard.

‘Niklaus! Faster-Please?!’ You begged and he growled, pushing you down onto his desk, climbing on top of you and thrusting his hips faster now. You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist as he continued his desperate pace.

‘Do you know-fuck-how many times I’ve thought about fucking you over this desk?!’ You shook your head, tears springing to your eyes as you barreled towards your end. ‘Gonna bend you over it tomorrow, clearly gonna have to shove something in this needy little mouth with how loud you are. Fuck! Cum. Cum on my cock gorgeous, let me feel this tight little cunt squeezing me!’

‘Oh God Niklaus!’ You cried, your pussy constricting around him as you came, faster than you believe any man has made you before and dropping your head to the table, waiting for him to finish as well but he didn’t.

‘You look so fucking beautiful cumming for me, I need to show the world that perfect face.’ He pulled his still hard cock from you, watching with a dark smirk as your pussy dripped on his oak desk before he hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you up, spinning you so your back was against his chest and moving to pin your body to the window surrounding his corner office. The cold window hardened your nipples even more as he forced you to look out over all the other skyscrapers. ‘Isn’t it beautiful?’ He asked, lips barely touching your ear and you could do nothing but whine. ‘This is just the first of the wonderful views I plan to give you while I fuck you senseless, the next will be time square in New York on the business trip next week.’ As he shoved his cock back inside of you, your hands pressed to the glass, pushing you back against him, your boss now slamming his cock into you like a desperate animal. ‘All mine now Baby, all fucking mine! Not gonna stop until I fill this body with my babies, God, imagine how beautiful you’ll be! Tell me your mine!’

‘Y-yours!’

‘Say It!’

‘I’m Yours! All yours Niklaus! Please fill me up, please?!’ You pleaded, your second orgasm ripping through you almost painfully and squeezing him hard.

‘Oh Fuck! Perfect, Tight, Little Cunt! Fuck!’ His teeth sunk into your shoulder as he came, filling you with everything he had before kissing the side of your face.

He pulled out and set you down in his desk chair, turning away and leaving you feeling exposed. Just as you were about to get up and search for your clothes he turned back, eyes warning you against moving before he knelt down in front of you and used wet wipes from his desk to clean you up. ‘You don’t have to do that, I can-‘

‘Don’t question me taking care of you Y/n, I meant what I said…you’re mine now.’ His voice was like a warning as he cleaned you off and helped you dress before cleaning and dressing himself which was extremely sweet.

You slept in his bed later that night, snuggled into your boss’ naked chest and content on the insanely comfortable mattress for the night. You were suddenly looking forward to the business trip to New York that much more…

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

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izvmimi · 10 months

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cw: mafia au. guns.

you exhale slowly, letting your trembling fingers tighten around the grip of a semiautomatic pistol. izuku is close behind you, the cloth of his shirt brushing against your back, the sound and sensation of his gentle voice tickling your neck. his hands reach around and hover over yours, hesitating for a moment before settling your grip.

"careful."

this isn't his very own gun, and while the two of you are alone, you're in a very public, very legal place, a shooting range, and despite the noise canceling headphones and the wooshing of your quickened pulse in your ears, you can still hear him speak clearly.

"i'm here, you're not going to hurt yourself," he assures you.

you trust him, but all of this is so new - the gun in your hands (and his), the target ahead of you in the shape of a man, and the new knowledge that the only reason why you're here is in case you need to be.

you don't want to learn, but you don't want to be a burden to him or an easy target. izuku understands this, and as if he's reading your mind reminds you,

"we don't have to shoot if you don't want to."

you shake your head, quickly. if you're going to know his secret and stay with him anyway, you're going to have to be prepared for the worst. even if he promises to be there, to keep you safe, you cannot keep the burden of your life in his hands. you know it would hurt him immensely if anything were to happen to you.

"tell me what to do again." you ask. you sound short, but izuku understands that some of it is anxiety.

"breathe first," he insists. just a little closer he moves, his lips graze your cheek, and you can feel a gentle heat run through your body.

"this isn't helping, izuku," you murmur, embarrassed.

"fineeee," he laughs, then shifts back, but the weight of his palms pressed onto the backs of your hands remains present if not slightly lighter. you widen your stance just a bit to compensate. he is right behind you.

"your hands are in the right place. keep your arms steady."

you bite your lip as you line up.

"when you pull the trigger-" he taps gently on your index, -"it's direct pressure not a jerk. you have to mean it."

you freeze.

"ready?" he whispers.

you nod again. he presses again, and the shot is fired, loud and strong, but he dampens the recoil for you. you can see the hole in the figure's center and your heart races again.

"fuck."

izuku looks much less affected than you do, tilting his head slightly as he observes the target. muttering under his breath, he says something about being too far from the heart, one arm crossed over his chest and the other fixed below his chin.

but you've run into him again, holding him tightly. he looks surprised as he catches you in his arms, trying to figure out exactly where the loaded gun is now, slipping it away from your hands and putting on the safety in a quick sleight of hand, before holding you tightly.

"babe, are you okay?"

you don't say anything else but remain buried in his chest.

"mm."

he doesn't ask you further, instead using his free hand to rub your back.

"good job, my love. i’ll make sure you never need to do it for real."

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #thoughts: izuku #daydreams: bnha #cw guns #mimi’s notes

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bigratsdeservebigpats · 1 year

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Overblot victims (and Malleus) reacting to Yuu patting their heads when they look stressed after the incidents (and for Mal, after Chapter 6 the night Idia and Ortho come over to play games)

MY FIRST ASK OMG THANK YOU RANDOM CITIZEN

Lmao I haven't played part 6 yet I am a disgusting lowly eng player but I can do them getting headpats

Victim #1 - Riddle

He's disgusted at himself and his actions. Who wouldn't be after reacting in such an uncouth matter? His dorm members still keep their distance, eggshells more like glass shards as they tiptoe around him.

Yuu finds them after a throwaway comment from Adeuce about their dorm leader looking even wearier than usual

He's holed up in one of the study rooms, the floor is adorned with books and sticky notes, study materials repeated over and over, it's less of studying than a distraction, not that it's working.

He doesn't notice Yuu is there until he feels the gentle weight of a hand on his head, and the warmth it gives. Something tells him it's Yuu, and something else tells him that it's okay.

He cries there, without a single word exchanged between the two.

When times are hard, or when Adeuce is being especially awful to handle, he'll come over just for some quiet time, to get his head pat

Victim #2 - Leona

Leona is someone who hates being indebted to anyone, and he now owes his life to a bunch of meddling kids, and Yuu, some magicless nobody. It's embarrassing, not just for him but also his actions. Like a child who threw a tantrum.

I wanna say that Ruggie sent Yuu to talk to him. not for any reason in particular, other than the fact that Yuu is really helpful to others.

He's at the spelldrive practice, lazing off per usual, but this time while glaring at everyone. He shouldn't be mad at them, but it's sort of an automatic response.

He notices Yuu, but didn't expect them to approach, less to reach over and. pat. him. it's humiliating, especially in front of the crowd, but the sheer balls of their actions is the only thing keeping Yuu from disintegrating into a pile of sand.

"What in the land of the great seven do you think you are doing, herbivore."

"sharing good vibes."

If Yuu runs their fingers through his hair, he'll melt. if anyone asks, he hates it. if no one is there, he might mimic the action, and then curse himself when he realizes it.

Victim #3 - Azul

It's easy for Azul to hide behind the guise of work, to distract himself with ideas of promotions and menu additions and money-making schemes of the legal sort, but the usual chaotic grin wouldn't show when he was huddled over his desk.

Yuu doesn't have the money to get one of his little consultations, but that's okay, because the twins have decided they didn't want to deal with his BULLSHIT cruel increase in hours

Even buried in work, everything is organized and tidy, so much so that it doesn't look any different from the last few times Yuu snuck in, which is insane. If the twins hadn't noticed anything, they doubt anyone would have.

He's on edge, tearing his sight from the paper scribbles and readjusting his glasses.

He isn't given the chance to speak before Yuu stomps over and places a hand on their head. "You deserve a break, don't you?"

The Prefect is magicless, he knows this, but it feels like they put a sleeping spell on him, a heavy weight like that of a warm duvet blanketing over him.

It's the first he's relaxed, but he's too exhausted to say his thanks, resting his head on the desk as Yuu pets him.

Victim #4 - Jamil

Jamil is perpetually stressed. He has to worry about Kamil's food, Kalim's daily safety, Kalim's chores, Kalim's grades, Kalim Kalim Kalim, it's no wonder he's overblotted, but just because he has doesn't mean he'll be given any sort of break.

It's a bunch of Scarabia students who beg Yuu for help, since they were one of the handful of people who's actually faced off against his overblot, and who isn't terrifying to talk to.

Without any other attendants to help with Kalim or the dorm duties, Jamil would be found carrying stacks upon stacks of items to and fro down the halls

Yuu practically shouts his name, and a whole chill raced up his spine from Kalim trauma, but relief hit hard when he realized it was just the Prefect. He doesn't know why they are so worked up about him doing his job.

Yuu would offer a hand, and before he can refuse, it settles on top of his hood, pressing down just the slightest. When he looks back on it, he should have remarked that they would mess up his hair, but he was too stunned to even speak.

They would take some of the stuff in his arms, and spend the rest of the day just helping do small chores, and in return, get a lovely meal and a genuine thank you from Jamil.

He won't ever mention the headpat again, but if by some lucky miracle he gets some time off, he'll seek the companionship of the Prefect.

Victim #5 - Vil

Vil is hard to find stressed, because he knows that stress messes with his sleep and that messes with his skin and he can't risk that, so he has spa days - that always get interrupted, yoga and meditation - that are ruined when Rook enters and spews verse after verse about such a lovely day being spent outside, well fine, he still has his cheat days to fall back on, except Epel ate all the berries.

He has no choice but to escape, and whats the one place he knows for sure he won't be bothered? Ramshackle, as long as he brings some tuna to bribe Grim away.

Yuu is the one to open the door, surprised but not bothered by his presence, and he asks if they would let him stay for just a few hours to just... hide.

He ends up falling asleep on the couch, which is one of the worst things he could have done, but when he wakes, he finds a pillow under his head and Yuu patting his hair gently.

While it wasn't part of the plan, it's certainly got a calming effect. Probably not as useful as a nice soak, but certainly something to keep in mind the next time he needs a quick pick-me-up

Idia - head pat headcannons

Obviously Yuu is the one to initiate, probably because the bitch called them 'the real life equivalent of a discord kitten' and he got so scared that to stave off their wrath he had to meow for them Kawaii Anime Girl Style

He got headpats for being a good kitten and went [Windows XP Error Sound Effect]

Do not mention or his head will turn pink and He Will Never Speak Again

Ortho will spill the beans and say that his Nii-san has developed an odd fascination with the action Ortho PLEASE DONT SPEAK YOUR BROTHER COMMANDS IT

Malleus - head pat headcannons

So idk I've never met a dude with horns on his head, and I would think that the horns kinda be like tusks on an elephant, or like, a tooth. Not a lot of feeling, but they still got nerves

But they are still the symbol of his might and power, so it's gonna be hard to get him to let anyone get near them. I feel like it would almost be seen as an insult if he were to lower his head and expose his horns.

Yuu asked very politely with no ill intentions, and he knows that, so it's probably why he does let the Little Child of man inspect the horns.

What he doesn't expect is for them to place a hand right between, and just. pet him. He would chuckle, but he wouldn't complain.

This Child of Man always manages to surprise him somehow.

This was a little longer than expected, but it was fun to do an ask. Continue to feed me, children.

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thewritetofreespeech · 8 months

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Could I request Gojo with an s/o who's a sweet doctor that runs a back-alley clinic?

Besides medicine, s/o is also skilled in toxicology and botany which earned her a job at one of the best hospitals in Japan. However, her jealous older sister (who's her only living relative and former guardian) ended up shutting down the hospital.

He touched down in front of the clinic, down the alley just off the main highway of their bustling city, and let himself in. “[Y/N]-chan!!” Gojo called out. Helping himself to one of the lollypops at the front counter. “Are you here?”

“Back here!” She called out and Gojo walked back as he put the red candy in his mouth. “I’ll just be another minute.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Gojo asked the little girl, who clung to her bear and was being very brave while [Y/N] looked at her knee.

“I fell down.”

“Oh. That’s ok. Happens to the best of us.” Not him really, but his point was still valid.

“There! All done.” [Y/N] announced with a big smile. Then reached into Gojo’s pocket to take out one of the other 3 lollypops he had snuck into his pocket. “You were very brave today Kimi-chan. Now head home, and tell your mother you need to wash it once more before bed. Here are some extra bandages to recover it.”

“Thank you!” The little girl hopped off the table with her bandages, bear, and candy, then raced out the door.

“Another satisfied customer.” Gojo teased. Then he saw [Y/N]’s face when he turned around. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to have to close the clinic soon.” He was shocked by that. This clinic was everything to [Y/N], and had been their dream. When they were all still students at Tokyo Tech, they had never been interested in missions or fighting, but the healing aspect of their jobs. It wasn’t like they had had a spiritual awakening after tragedy either, like Shoko, it was what they always wanted to do. “My family….my sister really….” Gojo huffed through his nose. Of course it was. “She did some legal mumbo-jumbo so that my trust grandfather left me has been sealed. I can’t afford the kind of lawyer it would take to untangle it, and without that money I can��t run the clinic.” She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “I’ll have to come up with something in the next month or I really will have to close it.”

Gojo bit through what was left of his lollipop, and walked over to the watercooler to get a drink. The little plastic ice cubes she put in there to keep it cold, and for the kids, bobbing around as it filled his cup. “How much?”

[Y/N] gave him a little ‘hn?’, which was cute, and he repeated himself. “How much? How much money do you need to keep this place running?”

The look on her face was one of shock before she waved her hands. “No. Gojo, I didn’t tell you this to ask for money.”

“Who’s asking? I’m offering.”

“That’s still not the point. I have the money. It’s just my sister—“Is being the royal twat she always is.”

He remembers her sister, and not fondly. She was like any other member of a well to do sorcerer family. Stuck up. Superiority complex. And couldn’t possibly see a reason [Y/N] would want to help people instead of living in the lap of luxury like she did.

“You just tell me how much you need to get by and you can pay me back after we figure out how to unlock your money. Easy-peesy.”

[Y/N] still seemed awkward, but eventually told him a figure. Gojo was already pulling out his phone to wire transfer the money and doubled it. He knew her too well to know she was low balling him to be modest. “Ok! Now let’s go get lunch.”

“You’re buying me lunch?”

“No. You’re buying me lunch. You should have enough money to do that now.” He pretended to flinch when she punched him in the arm, but still followed up out. Hanging up her white coat along the way.

“Thank you Gojo.”

“Don’t mention it. No matter what ‘her highness’ says, you’re doing a good thing here. Not just for us, but for regular people. Looking out for the normies is what this job is supposed to be about.” He took another lollipop on the way out.

“You’re gonna rot your teeth, you know that?”

“Think you can take up back alley dentistry by then?”

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onetimetwotimesthreetimess · 7 months

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If you still want prompts, I need more drunk Alec in my life

I’m always up for malec prompts babygirl. Especially drunk Alec is a babe. I haven’t written canon malec in a while so here’s them being dorks as always.

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“No matter how far, don't worry, baby.

“Just call my name, I'll be there in a hurry

“You don't have to worry,” The voice yells through the loud pub as Magnus steps through the portal.

His eyes glances through the crowd to find his idiots but it doesn’t take him long, takes him barely a single second because said idiots are on the stage, yelling on the karaoke.

Magnus cuts through the crowd to reach at the centre when he hears his name called.

“Magnus!!” He turns to see Jace waving towards him excitedly, Isabelle standing next to him, jumping and shouting at the stage.

He reaches the two of them and asks, “On a scale of 0 to what happened on 15th May; how drunk are these three?”

Jace chortles, smacking at his shoulder and Magnus punches him back.

He’s not drunk enough to take up with Jace’s incessant habit of treating him like a ‘bro’ when he’s drunk.

“Clary is a solid 15. Simon already puked seven times. And Alec, Raziel, Alec is worse than Izzy on 15th May.”

Magnus turns towards the stage, where the three idiots, with his main idiot in between stand, yelling and singing loudly.

Alec‘s unbuttoned his top two buttons, his hair is a mess—the sexy, hot kind, and he has an arm loosely around Clary, who looks as drunk as him. Simon is also there, with his hot nerd face that’s getting hotter ever since he got engaged with Izzy but Magnus for the life of him cannot care—even if he tries to look at anything but his Alec.

There’s just something about him right now, the carelessness that he’s been missing for a while, since he’s become to Consul and their world has gone to shit.

Right now, the man looks like he doesn’t have a care in this world and while Magnus loves Alec in his serious consul mode, this, this is how he wants his Alec to always look like.

With his cheeks flushed and a million dollar smile on his face.

Like always, the same way it’s been happening for a decade now, Alec feels his presence in the room before he even sees him and he tracks how his husband’s eyes wander across the room, searching for him.

And then they land on him and, somehow, Magnus isn’t sure how, doesn’t think it should be legal but the smile and happiness on Alec’s face increase tenfold. It cracks his chest and threatens to burn him.

“Magnus is here!!!” Alec yells, excitedly.

Clary and Simon look in his direction and wave at him too.

Alec pulls away to get to him but Clary stops him, eyes all fiery as she speaks, “Finish the song first.”

Magnus chuckles at the small pout that Alec makes before his husband launches back into the song, only this time, he’s staring directly into his eyes as he sings.

“Cause, baby, there ain't no mountain high enough.

“Ain't no valley low enough

“Ain't no river wide enough

“To keep me from getting to you, babe,” Alec sings with a stupid smile and Magnus’s face softens at him, his cheeks widening.

The shadowhunter finally escapes Clary’s grasp and jumps off the stage; infront of him and Magnus thinks Alec’s going to kiss him now, with the proximity as he comes closer but the man shouts in his ears, “Cause baby, there ain’t no mountain high enough.”

Magnus laughs loudly, before winding his arms around Alec’s waist who in turn places his arms around Magnus’s neck.

“Hi.”

“Hi, my darling.”

Alec’s hair is all wet and Magnus runs a hand through them, pushing them in place but they fall on his face again. The man is skipping on his feet happily.

“Alec, brother. That was fucking amazing,” Jace wipes fake tears, or wait—Jace wipes actual tears off his face as he pulls his parabatai in a hug.

His husband hugs his parabatai back as tightly as he can and the two have a moment in the middle of the pub for no bloody reason.

He shakes his head in affection at the two idiots, but he’s glad Alec has that, he’s always admired the relationship the two shared.

Alec Lightwood will always love Jace Herondale more than his own life.

“Why are you two morons hugging like you were separated in a war,” Magnus comments because he can. Alec turns towards him and jumps in his arms again.

“Hi.”

Magnus chuckles. “Hi again.”

Alec lays his head on Magnus’s shoulder, nuzzling in a way very familiar to Chairman Meow.

“Magnus.”

“Hmmm.”

“I have to tell you…tell you something.”

Magnus runs his fingers through Alec’s hair. “What is it?”

Alec pulls back, and peers at him. “I’m very drunk.”

A breathless peal of laughter leaves his body and he kisses Alec’s forehead. “Oh, honey. I know.”

He grabs Alec’s face in his face, his gorgeous gorgeous face, free of any troubles and caresses his cheeks. “You look very happy, my love.”

Alec beams at the words.

“I am happy.”

“I like you when you’re this happy,” he whispers against his mouth and thumbs over his eyebrows, over the frown lines that are usually there.

“I like you all the time.”

Magnus rolls his eyes.

Asshole.

“Don’t try to one-up me while I’m being sappy, Alexander.”

Alec giggles and Magnus wonders why and how on earth has he not kissed Alec yet. So, he leans in to kiss his husband. He brings their mouths together slowly, exploring like he can’t create an exact replica of Alec’s mouth if he wanted to.

“Oh fuck!” Alec explains suddenly, pulling back.

“What?” He whines.

“We forgot Max and Rafe.”

“We did not forget. More important, you did not forget,” Magnus assures him. “They’re with Cat.”

“Oh,” Alec says, then beams. “Okay.”

“What do you want to do tonight?” He asks.

Magnus wishes he can give Alec more nights like this—more nights when he can just ask Alec what he wants and Alec has the freedom to say yes. When the burden of saving an entire race isn’t on his broad, and sexy shoulders.

“Marry you.”

He snorts.

“What?” Alec pouts. “Will you marry me?”

“No.”

Alec puts a hand on his chest. “Wow.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Is that why you won’t marry me? Because I’m an idiot.”

“Yes.”

Alec pauses for a second, thoughtfully.

“If I say ‘I’ll try not to be an idiot’ in my vows, will you marry me then?”

“Nope,” he grins.

“Pretty please?” Alec flutters his lashes and Magnus feels his heart in his mouth.

He recalls a time when Alec was shy, when every single smile was rare, when the shadowhunter boy with the sure and steady heart didn’t understand the effect he had on Magnus. When he was careful in every step he took.

When he didn’t know how much Magnus’s ass was obsessed with him.

It’s not the case now.

Now Alec knows.

Alec knows how every breath he takes, every action, every gesture, how it makes Magnus fall in love with him even more. He knows how to capitalise on that now.

“Please, baby.”

“Have you forgotten that we’re already married?”

Alec rolls his eyes, the first of his night surprisingly. “Of course I remember.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“You want to do it again?”

“Yep.”

“You’re a dork.”

“Is that a yes?”

“No.”

“MAGNUS!!!!!!.”

#can’t believe I haven’t written canon malec in so long they are such soft babies #i am so love them #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood

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astridthevalkyrie · 1 year

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this is pretty short and mostly just me posting so i can delete it without being sad that i wrote a couple paragraphs for nothing. but um yeah i am working on a jumin oneshot which will mostly be from his pov, plus i really hate writing women fighting over a man unless i can put an ironic twist on it—next thing you know i'm going to write sarah but with some actual nuance. until then, enjoy <3

The first time you see Sarah Choi after your marriage is at a birthday party, held in a grand hall. You see her at the same time she sees you, and your eyes widen before you try to get lost in the crowd.

“Boss?” a voice comes through your headset. “Did you already give the okay to serve lunch?”

“Yes. Ms. Yun wanted it served right after the speeches—”

“You!” Sarah screeches furiously. With a quick apology, you mute your mic and face the woman. She’s seething, although for what reason you can’t possibly imagine. Yes, she’s getting sued, but you didn’t tell Jumin to sue her (not that you disagreed). He most likely would have done the same thing with the information Seven gave him, with you in his life or not.

“Ms. Choi,” you plead quietly. I’m working, do not get me in trouble or so help me. “This is someone’s party, perhaps we should step outside.”

“Why should I? Is it suddenly a problem when you’re the one being publicly humiliated for being a gold digger?” She pokes you in the shoulder none too gently. People begin to look in your direction. “Everything was fine before you sunk your claws in!”

“Sunk my claws—gold digger?” you ask in disbelief. Talk about pot calling the kettle black. “Ms. Choi, your legal issues are not my concern.” Then, allowing yourself to be just a little spiteful, “Maybe if you and your sister had left well enough alone, you wouldn’t be in this mess right now.”

The little bit of shame you’re supposed to feel after being so catty is nonexistent. It feels good after what this woman put Jumin through. Maybe to her, she didn’t do anything, but to you, who saw him suffocate at just the idea that he would be forced into a marriage with her and watched his eyes dull every time he was in the same room as her, she hurt him. Before, you didn’t necessarily have the right to get so protective, but now you’re his wife, so you can say whatever you please.

Jumin is your world. No one gets to hurt him, and if they do, they have you to answer to.

“Is everything alright?” Ms. Yun, the person whose birthday party is being held here, rushes up, clearly frantic about anything going wrong.

“I want her out,” Sarah hisses, pointing at you. You almost roll your eyes, but keep yourself in check.

“What? But this is our event coordinator.” Ms. Yun looks surprised at even the idea of kicking you out. “She organized this whole thing, I need her here to continue making sure things run smoothly.”

“I’m your guest! And I want her gone, now!”

“Absolutely not,” Ms. Yun responds, a frown on her face. “I’m sorry," she says to you, "I won’t keep you.”

“Please don’t worry about it. By the way, I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier.” You smile at her, but it’s really directed beyond her shoulder, straight at Sarah. “He couldn’t make it, but my husband wanted to thank you for the invitation.”

There’s a screech, and you see one of Sarah’s hands push Ms. Yun to the side, while the hand holding a flute of champagne rises to tip on your head.

Before she gets the chance, you grab her wrist, splashing the drink on her own face instead.

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“Tell me what happened again.” Jumin has the most boyish grin you’ve ever seen on him as he looms over you in bed. “Just one more time. Sarah sees you, and then…”

“I already told you twice!” You laugh, wrapping your arms around him.

“Once more,” he requests, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, “it’s my new favorite story.”

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stereklyrics · 1 year

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Stiles and Allison are twins and they were raised by Chris (and only Chris) 'cause Chris was Claudia's best friend — Claudia was a hunter, but a good and sane one, she also had magic, so...yeah — and when the Sheriff started drinking a lot, Chris just thought it would be better if he took Stiles and Allison for a while, but for a while became him legally adopting the twins 'cause the Sheriff died in duty. Chris then takes Stiles and Ally away from Beacon Hills and never plans to go back to the city that took so much of him and his kids.

Time goes by and the twins are now 17 and Chris needs to go back to Beacon Hills 'cause the Argent Matriarch wants him to end Gerard and Kate once and for all, seeing that they're a shame for the Argent name. Chris gives Stiles and Allison a option: they can go back with him or stay in the city they're living now. Chris promises that if they choose to stay he won't hold it against them. Both decide to go.

When they arrive at the Beacon Hills High School, Scott was immediately obsessed with Allison, and she wasn't interested 'cause her interest was all on Lydia. Scott kept stalking Allison and asking her out and being creepy in general. Stiles had enough, he started asking around about Scott and found out Scott is a Werewolf, which is good for him he can use that to threaten Scott, since he and Allison were trained to be hunters by their mom and Chris since they were like 4 or something. Stiles tries threatening Scott in every way possible, but it doesn't seem to go through the stupid wolf's head he's being threatened so Stiles just says "Fuck it" and shoots Scott's ass...Literally. Stiles shoots Scott right in the ass, with arrows and bullets (silver bullets, 'cause he isn't shooting to kill). And even if they don't get along, Scott goes to whine about it to Derek.

Derek knows that there's a hunter family that just moved to Beacon Hills, but he expected them to be sane and reasonable, since they followed all rules and protocols, but apparently he was wrong. Derek goes to confront Stiles about why he shot an innocent werewolf, to which Stiles replies "Innocent? I'm sorry but your beta might be innocent of murder, but he isn't innocent AT ALL. He has been stalking my sister since we moved here, you see, she likes them sane so she didn't waste time on him. She is tired of telling him to leave her alone. I'M tired of threatening your fucking stupid beta to stay away from my sister. He doesn't listen. So yeah, I might have overreacted by shooting him so many times, but I can't say I wouldn't do it again 'cause I would. And if he still keeps being creepy and keeps stalking my sister, then I WILL shoot to kill and I wouldn't be punished for it 'cause I would be on my right." Derek stays silent for a bit and then says "Fair enough. Though I have to say, he's not my beta, he's part of my pack just enough to avoid having an omega running wild here." Stiles shrugs and says "Well, now that this is solved, is there anything else I can help you with?" to which Derek replies "Yes. You can go on a date with me, what do you think?" and Stiles replies "Why yes, I would be honoured to go on a date with you."

The date goes extremely well that 5 years later they get married. Allison and Lydia are the wedding planners. And Lydia proposes to Allison not long after Sterek's wedding.

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bratshaws · 8 months

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through the hourglass 244. brb x oc

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Beatrice looks at him from the sink, leaning back against it as her husband nurses himself with a glass of water close to the fridge, “...so,” she begins, crossing her arms and walking closer to him, “You feel like telling me what happened? Dinner time is over and Nikki is asleep.”

Rooster’s lips close as he swallows the ice cold water, then swirls what was left in the glass with his hand, keeping his brown eyes on Beatrice and smiling himself, “Yeah,sure gorgeous.” he sighs through his nose, “So…you know my promotion right?”

“Mhm.”

“Some…higher ups are a bit confused about moving it forward because me and Mav work together,” he shrugs, “Cause we’re family.”

Beatrice blinks at him for a few seconds, parts her lips only to close them again, and tilts her head, “Wait but…” she holds a hand up, “You two aren’t blood related Roos. He’s your godfather…and that’s-that’s it?? Why would they be so…upset about it?”

Rooster sighed as he tried to find the right words to explain the situation to Beatrice. He leaned against the kitchen counter, his gaze fixed on her as he began to elaborate.

"Yeah,well," he began, his voice thoughtful. "I don’t know either. I have no idea, because it doesn’t make any sense, you know? Why would they be upset about it now?"

Beatrice nodded, starting to understand the significance of their relationship. "So, what's changed?" she asked, her curiosity growing.

Rooster rubbed his forehead, tossing the same hand up in question. "I mean…there's probably the fact that our personal relationship is of family…and maybe to them that can be an issue…or…”

“Or?”

And the muscle in Rooster’s jaw pops when he closes his mouth, looking down at his glass with a frown, “Or, they are just using that to force Mav into retirement.”

Her head jolted back in surprise, eyebrows furrowing “Forcing Mav into retirement?" Beatrice repeated, her voice filled with disbelief. "That's... that's a serious decision, Roos. What would be their reasons for doing that?"

Rooster's frustration was evident in his expression as he tried to make sense of the situation. "I don't know, Bea," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. "They haven't given clear reasons. I think,well,Mav has always annoyed them in some way. I remember him saying that to me and…Admiral Kazansky, while alive, was…well,he helped a lot in this situation."

"That's unfair," she said, her voice firm. "And…it can’t be…legal,right? Can it?"

Rooster licked his lips. "You're right," he agreed. "It does seem unfair. There are certain regulations in place to protect service members from being unfairly forced into retirement, especially without a proper cause."

Beatrice's expression shifted from disbelief to determination. "So, what are you going to do about it, Roos?" she asked,quietly. "You can't let them push Mav into retirement like this. He deserves better. Or threaten you with it by holding your promotion over the fire.”

He reached out to gently hold her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I won't stand by and let that happen," he said firmly. "I'm going to fight for Mav and for what's right. There has to be something I can do…I don’t know.”

“What?”

He scratches his chin, “It’s just…something in my mind, that,” he moves his hand trying to find words, “Came up…weird this suddenly happened after Officer Halton joined.” he frowns, “I doubt he has something to do with it though, he’s a Lieutenant. He can’t interfere like that.”

She could see the concern in her husband's eyes, and she knew that he was determined to get to the bottom of this situation. One way or another. “God,not him again…” she repeated, her voice thoughtful. "It does seem suspicious that these changes started happening after his arrival, but like you said, he's a Lieutenant. He can’t do that.”

Rooster nodded in agreement. "Exactly," he said, his mind still racing with possibilities. "But something just doesn't add up, Bea. I can't shake the feeling that there's more to this than meets the eye."

“...so what will you do?”

“For now,I’ll…wait.” he frowns, “I…something is off,something is really off Bea. Everything was fine and dandy weeks ago. No mention of this, nothing.

Beatrice squeezed his hand, chewing her lower lip, “Do you…want me to call Evelyn? I mean,Cyclone is her father and he’s your superior. Maybe she heard something?”

Rooster considered Beatrice's offer for a moment. Evelyn Might have some insights or information about the situation that could shed light on the recent changes in his career prospects...but she also just had a baby herself. After a brief pause, he answered

"No it’s fine.," he replied, grateful for her support. "Evelyn might have too much on her plate,right now,gorgeous."

Beatrice nodded in understanding, respecting Rooster's decision. "Alright, Roos," she said with a warm smile, "Just remember that I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll figure this out together."

Rooster leaned in to press a loving kiss to her forehead, his gratitude evident in his affectionate gesture. "Thank you, Bea," he whispered against her skin. "You are going to be my own little detective,huh?”

“I can try.” she smiles, and she’s so genuine, “I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

And God, his heart still couldn’t take it.

Both of them were protective of each other, that was obvious. While Rooster was more in the physical side of things - he was bigger than her, he was strong and he often was considered intimidating by some - Beatrice was on the emotional,always - the times she defended him, the times she told people off and the one time she punched Eric because he was talking shit about him.

He couldn’t have asked for someone better, truly. Never. “...you are so special.” he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Fuck you are so fucking special,Bea.” and her cheeks reddened, just like before, just like always. While he was bothered by this, this whole scheme he also wasn’t worried.

It was something he learned only with Beatrice. He could relax because he knew things would turn out okay, they would. Like he knew how he’d marry her from the second he walked into the Hard Deck, how they knew they’d have a good life together, he just knows those things. “Ah,well.” she shrugs, cutting his thoughts short, “I just want to help.”

“Gorgeous, there’s not a time when you don’t.” he reassures her, cupping her chin and leaning her head up to kiss the tip of her nose, smiling when she scrunches it, ‘And you always bring my feet back on the ground.”

“And that says a lot, since you are a fighter pilot.”

He sputters a laugh, meanwhile she giggles, too proud of her joke to hold it back, “Okay,” he sets the glass aside, “You know what that means, right?”

“Wha-” she yelps because he just picks her up suddenly, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her out of the kitchen, “Bradley Nicholas! Put me down!” but she didn’t want to, she really didn’t. She was just relieved he wasn’t that upset, her heart felt light.

Rooster chuckled heartily, carrying Beatrice over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing at all. Her protests only fueled his playful mood as he strolled through their home, thoroughly enjoying her laughter.

"Where are you taking me, you big lug?" Beatrice playfully demanded, her voice laced with amusement.

Rooster flashed a mischievous grin over his shoulder. "To the bedroom, my love," he replied, his voice playful. "You're going to pay for that joke, Mrs. Bradshaw."

Beatrice let out a mock gasp. "Oh no, what will you do to me, Mr. Bradshaw?" she teased, her laughter contagious.

As Rooster reached their bedroom, he gently lowered Beatrice onto the bed, careful to make sure she was comfortable. He then settled down beside her, his arm wrapping around her shoulders as they both caught their breath from their playful exchange.

Beatrice nestled against Rooster's side, her head resting on his chest as she sighed contentedly. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" she teased, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

Rooster grinned down at her, his gaze filled with adoration. "Guilty as charged," he replied, leaning in to place a sweet kiss on her forehead. "But you love me anyway."

Beatrice smiled, her heart feeling lighter than it had in a while. "I do," she admitted, her voice soft. "I love you more than anything, Roos."

Rooster tightened his hold on her, his love for her evident in his actions. "I love you too, Bea," he whispered, pressing another loving kiss to the top of her head.

Morning comes and he’s back on the grind, but this time he’s called again into Cyclone’s office. He can’t help but sigh heavily before he turns on his heel and walks back there, jaw wiggling out of nerves and anger, hands clenched by his hips.

He knocks twice, then is allowed in. “Sir.” he says as neutral as he can,”You called for me?”

Cyclone looks back at him,”Close the door.” the younger pilot parts his lips to question but does as he’s asked, then looks back at his superior officer, “Sit down,Bradshaw.”

“Sir?”

“Just sit.”

He does, a bit confused about what’s happening, but he stares back at Cyclone with his eyes locked on the Vice-Admiral’s frame as he paces behind his desk, “Your promotion is no longer in jeopardy.”

Rooster blinked in surprise at Cyclone's unexpected statement. The tension that had gripped him since the meeting with Maverick and the subsequent decision on the promotion began to ebb away. He leaned back in his chair, needing something solid to keep himself upright.

"Sir?" Rooster asked, seeking clarification. "What do you mean my promotion is no longer in jeopardy?"

Cyclone paused in his pacing, his sharp gaze fixed on Rooster. He sighed heavily, as if carrying a weight on his shoulders. "Bradshaw," he began, his tone more somber than usual, "I've had some discussions with the higher-ups, and they've reconsidered the situation."

Rooster's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of Cyclone's words. "Reconsidered, sir?"

Cyclone nodded. "Yes," he continued, "It seems there was a misunderstanding. You are going to be promoted, nothing to do with Maverick since he’s not your blood relative."

Rooster's eyes widened in astonishment at the unexpected turn of events. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You mean... I'm getting the promotion?"

Cyclone offered a small, tight-lipped smile. "That's correct, Bradshaw," he confirmed. "You deserve it, and the Navy recognizes your dedication and contributions."

“...oh,wow,um,I mean–” he clears his throat, “Thank you,sir. I thought that–”

“The whole thing about the higher ups and Maverick is dealt with.” Cyclone says, “I’ve personally talked to them.” and Cyclone didn’t look pleased by whatever was that he was told.

Rooster's mind was spinning as he tried to process the sudden reversal of his situation. The weight that had been pressing on his shoulders had been lifted, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of relief and gratitude. He leaned forward in his chair, his expression filled with earnest appreciation.

"Thank you, sir," Rooster said, his voice tinged with emotion. "I can't express how much this means to me. I've been working towards this promotion for a long time."

Cyclone nodded, his gaze fixed on Rooster's earnest face. "I know, Bradshaw," he replied, his tone more fatherly than authoritative. "Your dedication and hard work have not gone unnoticed."

Rooster couldn't help but smile, a sense of validation and accomplishment washing over him. "I won't let you down, sir," he vowed, determination shining in his eyes. “But…if I may ask, what exactly happened? I mean,I genuinely thought this would last much longer than…one day.”

Cyclone hummed, sitting back down on his chair and holding his hands up to his lips, pressing his index fingers against his mouth, “I cannot go into detail.” he says, “Not yet, but call it a hunch.”

"I appreciate your honesty, sir," Rooster replied, his curiosity tempered by his gratitude for the promotion. "I'll trust your judgment on this."

Cyclone offered a reassuring nod. "Thank you for your understanding, Bradshaw," he said. "I have no doubt that you'll excel in your new position."

With the unexpected turn of events, Rooster's mood had shifted from one of anxiety and uncertainty to one of excitement and anticipation. The weight that had been lifted from his shoulders, hell,he even felt lighter after he left Cyclone's office, his mind buzzed with thoughts of what the promotion would mean for his career and for his family.

He couldn't wait to share the news with Beatrice. She’s going to be so happy.

As soon as he walks out, he’s surprised to see Mav out there, who in turn looks just as surprised to see him, “Rooster?”

“Mav?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Cyclone told me to come,” he points to the now closed door, “He told me my promotion is now out of the shark infested waters.”

His uncle blinked, then narrowed his eyes at him, “Wait,really?”

Rooster nodded enthusiastically, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, Mav, it's happening," he replied, the excitement in his voice palpable. "I'm finally getting that promotion. Cyclone just told me."

“Well,I’m really happy for you kiddo.” he smirks, patting his shoulder and then giving him a hug, “You deserve it,Brad.” and before Rooster can say anything, Maverick pulls back, his smile still confused, “But he said nothing else to you?”

“Just that he talked to the higher ups.” he mutters, “Called it a hunch, I didn’t prod him about it, he didn’t seem happy sharing that with me.” his uncle’s smile turned into a small frown, one he tried to hide from Rooster by looking away, “Mav?”

Maverick's sudden change in demeanor didn't go unnoticed by Rooster. His uncle's furrowed brow and the way he averted his gaze raised a sense of unease within Rooster. He had expected a more straightforward reaction from Maverick, especially considering everything.

Rooster stepped back slightly, his brow furrowing as he studied Maverick's face. "Mav, is something wrong?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. "You don't seem as thrilled as I thought you'd be."

Maverick let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping as he finally met Rooster's gaze. "Brad, no,I’m ecstatic. Really, I’m so happy for you.” and his eyes shone with pure pride for him,that Rooster saw, that was obvious in his mind, “It’s just…it’s weird this whole thing happened,Brad. You know that it is weird,I know you way too well.”

“...well.” he pauses, “I gotta say it was out of the blue. This whole family thing, considering we aren’t blood related. Seems odd.”

“It does.” Maverick looks over Rooster’s shoulder towards Cyclone’s door, “Tell you what, meet me after work outside? We should have a conversation,hm?” and he taps his nephew on the shoulder, “See you soon,Rooster.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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fleet-admiral-hiba · 1 year

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Andd I got another one,

Alrighty so I’m just gonna get straight to the point.

The reader goes out to mondstadt with one of the higher up (ish) harbingers because one, the harbinger had some business to attend to and two, the reader just wanted to tag along as they don’t really leave the palace often.

They wander off for a minute and bump into, one of the knights of favonious? The knight is confused and asks us where our parents are, we glance around now realizing the harbinger isn’t in our sight.

The knight is trying to calm us down n stuff until said harbinger finds us and tells the knight they are our legal guardian,

The knight doesn’t believe them because yk, the fatui.

Though the knight is proven wrong when we go up and hide into the coat of the harbinger, as we are more at ease now.

wow that was a long one, have fun with this.

-Simon

Dude I swear,every time I see you in my askbox my heart does a funny thing. Your request are gold✨

DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER

The Harbingers were having a meeting, and this time, given that Pierro was going to Mondstadt for diplomatic reasons, they petitioned to have you go with him.

True, last time you tried to do that they grounded you for a month, and they felt incredibly guilty. You usually never left the premise of the Cathedral, and although you tried not to, they could see how sad you were.

Also, after the scolding they gave you, their heart broke when they saw what that had done to you. You took that too seriously, and they couldn't imagine to see their little ball of sunshine so beaten down.

He mused about the request: he wasn't going to do anything dangerous, and it would cheer you up to visit another land.

He agreed, and he personally made his way to your room to tell you. He found you looking out of the window, admiring the snow gently floating down.

Kneeling down in front of you, he took a moment to admire you, their beautiful and bright little fox.

"Dearheart, I know we've been harsh with your punishment and that you've been feeling under the weather for the past few months. I'm going to Mondstadt soon, and I was wondering if you would like to come with me?" he hoped you would forgive them for their error, but in the meantime the crushing hugs he received was enough confirmation.

" Alright then, pack your bags. We leave tomorrow morning" and with a forehead kiss he left.

Mondstadt was vibrant with its colours, the people were friendly and everything was wonderful.

For the first time ever you saw your uncle without a heavy winter coat and it made for a dashing sight. Of course you took a picture.

And it was while taking pictures that you lost sight again of him.

Looking around, you started to look around, scared. It happened once and it wasn't going to happen again.

Even though you were scared you made your way to that tall building you saw: maybe you could find someone to ask about your missing uncle.

Meanwhile, a wandering knight was doing his round around town when he saw you, looking a little lost.

"Need any help?" you nodded, finally an adult who could help you.

You described what your uncle was looking like, and together you made your way through the city. Reaching the hotel, you recognized that white hair. " Uncle P!" you shouted while trying to bolt towards him. He turned around, recognizing your voice.

He was less than pleased to see you being yanked back by the knight. What could have being doing a kid like you with the Fatui?

It took less than a minute for you to pinch a nerve in his hand, and you immediately run to Pierro, hiding in his lighter coat.

The knight was surprised: it couldn't be. " I suggest you stop judging people by what they appear to be. I am but a diplomat here, and my little one is here to keep me company, isn't that right love?" You poked your head out and nodded.

"So if you would excuse us" he said while taking you in his arm and making his way inside the hotel. He was much more reserved than that usually, but he needed to prove his point.

The knight stood there dumbfounded, but left the scene. Later, when he reported it to his superior, he too told him not to mess with the kid.

The Fatui never have forgiven them for disturbing their little angel.

And they were diplomats. Relations were more important than any kind of mission against them.

The Kraft book Grampa Papanella gave you was coming along nicely, and with the new photos of Pierro inside it was even better.

He was proud of you, and he showed it with his hugs.

His little one, deadly in your cuteness

#genshin impact fic #genshin imagines #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x male reader #fatui headcanons #fatui harbingers

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draganwhorror · 2 months

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Here's more for you to choose from

I decided to write something to go along with the second pic(gif). I hope you like it!

She could sense his disappointment. The way he looked at her through the bars, his face impassive, almost made her feel guilty for trying to run. He'd caught her, of course, and now she was locked up once more. His eyes shone in the dim light, two dark pools that she had the urge to drown herself in.

"I wanted to trust you," he muttered, a hint of chagrin in his tone. "I thought I could. But now I see you were just leading me on. Trying to garner trust so I would let you out. So you could escape."

"Travis..." Laura said, her voice sounding somewhat apologetic. "Come on, Travis. You can't keep me down here in the basement like this. I'm not an animal."

Travis sighed and shook his head. "I've told you before, I can't let you go now. You killed my niece. You killed my parents. Both of my brothers are dead because of you. And Caleb... well, he hasn't returned, so I have to assume he's dead too."

"Don't forget Max," Laura grumbled. "My boyfriend is dead because of you."

Travis lunged forward, his face close to the bars of her cage. "Don't you dare blame me for your boyfriend's death. It was you who wanted him to bring you to camp a day early. It was you who didn't go to the motel when you realized Chris wasn't there to greet you. It was you who decided to play hero and stick your nose where it didn't belong. You are the reason Max is dead."

Laura huffed. She seemed more annoyed that she was being blamed than she did about the fact that her boyfriend was dead. Travis wasn't sure what to think about that, but he knew he'd have to stay alert. He couldn't let his guard down around her anymore.

"Why are you keeping me here?" she asked as she glared at him. "The curse is finally over. Silas is dead. And, okay, so is everyone else, but why can't you just let me go now? I'm not infected. I'm not a liability. I'm nothing to you now."

"You're mine," Travis growled, his voice barely audible.

Laura seemed taken aback. "Uh...what?"

"I said, you're mine. You destroyed my entire family. Those other counselors, and your boyfriend, died because of your meddling. But there's still use for you yet."

"Travis?" Laura asked, stepping back from the bars. "Y-you can't. I'm... That's not legal. My parents will come looking for me."

Travis shook his head again. "Murdering my family wasn't legal, but you did it anyway. And as for your parents, no, they won't. They think you're dead. A little birdie told them you were among the casualties at Hackett's Quarry. No one will come for you."

Laura gasped, the reality of her situation starting to sink in. She put her hands on her head and began to pace the small cage. Travis watched her warily, but after a minute or two, she sank to the floor, settling into a corner of the cage and wrapping her hands around her knees. Her voice was soft as she asked, "What are you going to do with me? What use could I possibly have for you now?"

Travis's eyes gleamed as his lips pulled up into a smirk. "First, you're going to have to earn my trust. And then... You're going to learn to be a very good girl for me."

With those parting words, Travis turned and walked away, leaving Laura alone in the dim basement to think about what fate now had in store for her.

#my writing #picture prompt #travis x laura #ficlet #uncanny8ellen #caged Laura #post-game #promises promises #kidnapping #Travis has plans

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stardustdreams-andcaffeine · 2 years

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Prey | Bucky Barnes

bucky barnes x oc ✧ oneshot

Summary: OC and her brother are being hunted by the Winter Soldier to atone for the sins of their father. For reasons the Winter Soldier cannot explain, he finds himself helping this girl escape the very people he works for.

A/N: This is one of my favs, hope you all love it like I do! I always gravitate towards oc's but I've got some reader inserts to post as well. I have like 60 one shots already written so I'll be systematically editing and uploading them here, pls enjoy friends! Also, if you have literally ANY requests, ask it up! I love being of service 🤍

Warnings: oc, severe angst, violence, suspense, winter soldier bucky, mention of past abuse, protective bucky, fluff at the end

Word Count: 13,191

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He's been hunting us for days now.

I don't know why. I don't even know who he is. It all happened so fast, one minute I was sitting in my apartment with my closest and really only friend, the next I was getting a frantic call from my little brother saying a man had shot up the family house.

A man with a metal arm.

My little brother, Cody, has been living with my dad alone ever since I moved out. He's nearly 18 and fully plans to leave the moment he can. I tried to persuade a few social workers to let me become his legal guardian to get him away from that sorry excuse for a father, but my attempts were in vain. Even though I'm older than Cody, old enough to be considered responsible for his care, my father stood in the way. However awful our dad may be, he's a high-ranking government official and has power. There was no way he was going to let his daughter take his son away from him.

In a way, I think he's lonely.

Our mother passed a few years after I moved out to begin my adult life. If she had died before and my father had begun acting the way he did while I was still at home, I never would've left Cody there alone. I did visit rather frequently, trying to deflect any scorn or more...physical reprimands onto myself as much as I could. Our star of a father just happened to be away on government official business when I got the call.

Now here we are, huddled together on the same bed of a grimy motel, my brother restlessly asleep with his head in my lap while I keep watch. He begs me every night to wake him up halfway through so he can take watch.

Every night I ignore him and let him sleep.

I haven't slept in two days, both of which we've had to constantly relocate and run away from the man with the metal arm. He always manages to find us, no matter how careful we are. Somehow, by a miracle, he hasn't managed to kill us yet. In fact, he has yet to get close enough to get a good enough look at us.

The untraceable pay phone in my trembling, exhausted hand rings, the sound repetitive and hopeless.

"Come on" I whisper, biting my lip furiously, "Pick up"

Once again, for what must be the thirtieth time, my father doesn't answer my call. When I hear the phone tell me to leave a message, I decide that after this one I will call and leave no more. By now, I'm almost convinced that he's in on this whole thing.

"Dad, it's your daughter, Caroline Bane. Remember me?" I begin, trying desperately, and failing miserably, to keep the anger out of my usually quiet and anger-less voice.

"Oh and your son Cody Bane is here too. If it wouldn't trouble you too much, maybe you'd like to pick up your phone and realize that your children are being hunted," I spit out, keeping my voice low to not wake up my brother, "I know you never really cared for us, but mom did. I wonder, what would she think of you if she could see you now? Blowing off our calls and leaving us to die?"

I pause, trying to keep the tears that water in my hazel eyes at bay. I bite my lip hard to keep from crying, I refuse to let this man hear me cry.

"I don't know what's happening, I don't know what we did or what you did but for once in your life can you be a man and own up to it instead of letting your kids take the fall?" I grit out, a tear managing to slip down my cheek despite my best efforts to keep it in, "Randall Bane, you are a coward. You never have been and never will be my father."

I end the call, a few more tears slipping down my heated cheeks. Never in my life have I spoken with such venom to any single person, but I know, I just know, that my dad's involved in this. All of my pent up disappointment and anger towards him and the way he's beat on both me and my little brother just spilled out. I wouldn't care if he only beat on me, if he only hit me and yelled at me I could take it. I'd be able to push through it.

But no one, not even my father, has the right to hit my little brother.

My brother stirs lightly on my lap.

"Carrie? Everything alright?" Cody mumbles, his groggy voice heavy with sleep. I nod and smooth back his hair that's the same rich brown as mine.

"Everything's just fine," I whisper soothingly, trying to keep the emotion from my voice, "Sleep, Cody"

In a few seconds, he's fallen back asleep peacefully. When he does, I feel a tear slip down my cheek. He's only a kid, he shouldn't have to deal with any of this at such a young age. In the time since our mom passed, I've been less a sister and more a mother to Cody. I was always there to smile and laugh with him, to joke around and play video games with him. I made sure he did his homework and didn't get into too much trouble. When he'd have break downs, I'd be there. When his heart got broken, I was there. When our dad tried to hit him, I stood in the way.

I'd do anything to protect my brother.

I smile softly down at his sleeping form and carefully slide his head off of my lap and onto the pillow near him. Then, I carefully climb off of the bed and stand, stretching out my aching muscles slightly. I let out a long sigh and walk towards the window nearby, cautiously moving the curtain the slightest bit to look out.

I'm not used to constantly living in fear. I don't like it, not one bit. Neither Cody nor I know how to use a gun or even a knife properly. Obviously, we can give it our best shot but up until now it's been pure luck that we've stayed alive. We've managed to drive away or hide before the man with the metal arm could find us. If he had managed to get any closer, we surely would've been dead. We tried calling the police, but the officers who came were dead within minutes. Now, I have no clue what to do. I don't know how much longer we can run and hide. I don't know how much longer my luck will last.

I'm just about to step away from the window and close the curtains when something catches my eye. A large, black SUV swerves into the parking lot silently and only a single man steps out. Once I see a flash of metal, I jump away from the curtains with my heart in my throat. My pulse begins to race and adrenaline immediately floods every fiber of my being. Intense fear strikes to the very depths of me as I scramble to figure out the best escape plan.

First, I have to wake up Cody.

I sprint over to the bed and clamp a hand over my brother's mouth to keep him from making a noise. Then, I shake him awake. He starts with a gasp, his hazel eyes matching mine flying open in a panic. When he turns to me, he relaxes only slightly. I put a finger to my lips, to which he nods. When I remove my hand, I speak hurriedly and in whispers.

"He's here, we have to go" I rush out, scrambling around the room and grabbing our already packed backpacks. As he jumps out of bed and does the same, a few gunshots can be heard in the distance. We both freeze, looking at each other with wide eyes.

No doubt he got our room number out of the man at the front desk, who is no doubt dead now. I don't have time to dwell on the immense flood of guilt and terror that inundates me, but rather begin to shove my brother towards the bathroom and hand him both of our bags.

"There's a small window in there, get it open and get out" I command, looking up at the window just large enough to fit a body through. Cody begins to do as I say, but pauses to look over at me as I look around for any sort of makeshift weapon I can find.

"What are you doing? Aren't you coming?" my brother asks, his wide eyes locked on me. I snap my gaze up to him, sympathy pouring through me at his fright.

"I'm gonna buy you as much time as I can, now go." I order, finally managing to pry off a bar from the wall and moving out of the bathroom.

"Caroline wait, please!" Cody calls to me, emotion thick in his tone. I spare him one last glance as he works on the window.

"Don't wait for me, get in the car and find a safe place. Please, Cody. Please just listen to me" I beg and before he can protest, I slam the door shut. Just as I do, I hear footsteps outside our motel door.

My stomach lurches at the sound and I sprint towards the door, my mind racing for a solution. I stand right beside it, the heavy metal bar trembling in my hands. When the man with the metal arm opens the door, I plan on hitting him as hard as I can with the bar. Hopefully, by the time he gets past me and to the bathroom, Cody will be gone.

Even if it takes my life, my little brother will get out of this.

A crash sounds from the bathroom, signaling Cody has broken the window. My relief is short-lived when only a second later, the door to the motel room bursts open. Fear grips my heart but I don't freeze. When the man with metal arm walks into the room, his eyes survey the empty area in the belly of the room as the door shuts behind him. Holding my breath, I move from my blind spot by the door and swing the metal bar as hard as I can at his head. It slams into his skull, but not as hard as I'd like. I'm nowhere near strong enough to knock a man as big as him unconscious.

The man is sent off of his balance, lowering his gun slightly as he recoils from the hit. I take the advantage and move to hit him again, but just as I'm swinging, he whirls around and catches the bar mid air with his metal hand. I freeze, my eyes wide with fear as the bar bends in his metal grasp. His eyes lock onto mine for a moment and I realize that it's the first time I've been this close to the man with the metal arm.

His eyes are blue, a bright, intoxicating blue I've never seen. The kind of blue that makes me stall for a moment.

From what I can see, he doesn't seem near as old as I thought he'd be. It perplexes me that someone so young could be so incredibly lethal. His long, dark hair hangs dangerously around his face, covering up what little the mask that goes up to his nose doesn't. Within a moment, my examination of him is over as he rips the bar from my hands and throws it aside. Then, just as he's about to shoot me, a small curse of pain comes from the bathroom.

My world stops.

Cody must've been cut by some glass on his way out, and I feel the walls begin to close around me. The man looks over towards the bathroom and back to me slowly. I begin to shake my head.

"No, no! Please!" I beg, but he crashes the butt of his gun against my cheek and sends me sprawling to the floor.

I groan in pain and look up to see the man with the metal arm stalking toward the bathroom. My heart lurches and I find the strength to force myself to my feet. I sprint over, the world swerving only slightly as I do. Just before he reaches out to open the door, I shove myself in between the man and the thin wood hiding my brother. I brace my arms on the doorway, making myself a sort of blockade.

"Leave him alone, please!" I shout, my hair hanging wildly and some parts falling into my eyes, "He's just a kid, he's a kid."

This seems to make the man with the blue eyes pause, but only for a moment. He begins to reach out to throw me aside to get to my brother before he makes it out of the window, so with a racing heart I blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind.

"If you have to kill us kill me! Please kill me, not him!" I shout, beseeching the assassin.

The man freezes, his eyes widening slightly. He wasn't expecting that.

"He's a kid, please! Kill me, not him. Kill me." I repeat, the words loaded with desperation. I can only hope and pray that Cody is at the car about to make it away before anyone else who might be in the van sees him.

As my desperate eyes stay locked onto the man's bright blue ones, I furrow my brows as I catch the slightest bit of hesitation. Who is he?

In the silence of his conflicted, shocked eyes burning into mine, I hear the revving of a car engine and tires screeching as a car drives away. Relief like I've never felt it pours through me, flooding every fiber of my being. The car is enough to bring the man back to his senses, and he throws me aside before shoving his way into the bathroom. I hit the wall and quickly rebound, looking into the bathroom over my hunter's massive body and smiling when I find it empty.

He's safe.

Outside I hear car doors open and about a dozen more feet pounding up. My heart drops as I realize that he's not alone. Thankfully, the guards, at least that's what I'm assuming they are, didn't follow Cody but now they're outside the room. The man, now beyond furious, walks over to me and grabs me by the throat, slamming me so hard into the wall that my bones creak. I gasp, fear spiking through me as his raging blue eyes lock angrily onto me. I know the spot where his metal hand grasps will bruise.

"Where is he going?" He growls.

Surprise curls through me, I've never heard him talk before. The sound is dark and gravelly and sends shivers down my spine that I don't understand. Or maybe that I don't want to understand.

"I don't know" I answer truthfully, my voice rasping from the lack of breath because of his grip on my throat. He pulls me away and slams me into the wall again, making me cry out in pain this time. Outside, I hear the clicking of more guns, and I know that if a miracle doesn't happen, I'm going to die.

Better me than Cody, though.

When I look back into the eyes of the metal-armed man before me, I remember the conflicted gaze from before, the way he froze. He's human, somewhere beneath the assassin's mask. I just know it. Deep in his eyes, in a way I can't explain, I see pain and brokenness and a humanity long shoved away. I know it's my best chance.

"Please, I don't know who you are but you obviously know me. I didn't do anything wrong, I know you know that," I plead, my voice barely above a whisper as his vice-like grip on my throat only tightens, "Please help me, please"

Again, there's that same hesitation that gives me hope. His metal grip loosens ever so slightly.

"Why'd you do it?" He grits out, surprising me.

"I'm sorry?" I ask, confused as to what he's asking.

Outside, one guard pipes up.

"Asset, is it secure?"

My eyes widen and I feel my fear spike yet again. Asset? Does this man not have a name?

"Why'd you try and sacrifice yourself for the boy?" He grits out, his hand on my throat now barely squeezing.

"He's my brother," I say simply, my wide eyes locked onto his, "I'd do anything to protect him."

"We're coming in" another voice calls out. I look towards the door and back to my assassin.

"Please help me." I whisper one last time, my voice broken and charged with emotion.

I don't know why he does it or why I'm so incredibly surprised when he does, but he suddenly pulls away from me and shoves me behind him. I stumble, not knowing what he's about to do.

"Hold on and stay behind me" He commands, making hope spark in my chest. I do as I'm told and cower behind the large, muscular man.

Then the door slams open and the bullets begin to fly.

I hear the ricocheting of bullets against metal and hear my assassin fire only twelve shots. Each must find their target because silence rests over the room. I step out from behind him to see twelve guards dead on the floor. My stomach lurches, nausea overtaking me as my wide, fearful eyes take in the carnage.

"Don't make me regret this," he lowly warns, grabbing my arm and tugging me out of the room, "We have to move."

He drags me out into the black of night, the only light coming from a lamppost or two and the sliver of a moon above us. I'm in shock as the man who's been hunting me for the past few days drags me along to a random car, saving my life. My eyes inadvertently go to where my car used to sit and I can't help but smile at the empty spot. I turn back around and see the man with the metal arm breaking into a car and hot-wiring it. My eyes widen.

"What are you doing?" I ask, surprise curling through my voice. He looks up at me sharply and I close my mouth, knowing it's better to not fight with him. After all, he can kill me at any moment. When the car revs to life, I hop in the passenger seat as he gets into the driver's seat and drives away while I'm still putting my seatbelt on.

For the first few moments, there's nothing but the humming of the engine and my own breathing. With his mask still on, I can't even hear his own breath. Finally, as I steal a glance at the side of his face, I make my terrified tongue move.

"Where are we going?" I ask, my voice shaking. I can't help it, though. This man did try and murder my brother and I repeatedly.

He doesn't even look over at me. The metal of his arm gleams dangerously and keeps me on high alert. All he has to do is pull a gun out and point it in my direction. Although this was most definitely not the smartest choice, it was my only choice.

"Somewhere safe" he responds simply, his voice gravelly and low. I bite my lip in nervousness and look forward. Another heavy silence settles over the car and after what must be fifteen minutes of quiet driving, I can't help but ask the burning question in my mind.

"Why are you helping me?" I ask softly, looking over at the man.

This time, he does look over at me, however briefly. His eyes meet mine and I can see a sort of war in them, as if there's two versions of himself he's fighting between. The black mask is still set on the lower half of his face so I can't truly gauge his emotions. He looks back forward, his grip tightening on the wheel.

"I don't know."

I have yet to receive one straight forward answer from the man beside me, so I ask him the one question I feel like he could answer.

"I'm Caroline by the way, but I'm pretty sure you know that," I begin, trying to hide the panic in my voice, "What's your name?"

This time, I see more emotion flicker across his eyes that stay locked onto the road. This time, when he answers, I know it's as straight forward of an answer as he can possibly give me.

"I don't know," he almost whispers, his voice sending those same shivers down my spine.

Sympathy curls in my chest for the man and I can't help but wonder what he's been through. For the first time in two days, for the first time since I ran from the man with the metal arm, I feel this insane curiosity to figure him out. What scares me more is that with him on my side, even though he could easily kill me in a multitude of ways,

I've never felt safer.

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We drive for around six hours before the assassin finally pulls up outside an abandoned warehouse. I should've slept, but I was too terrified to let my eyes slip closed, afraid that I'd wake in containment or not wake at all.

"We should be safe here, but not for long. Just long enough to figure things out," he informs, the most he's spoken yet.

I nod and get out of the car as he does, my entire body still on alert. I walk side by side with the man and bask in the intense heat coming off of his body. In the brisk temperatures outside, I can't help but feel grateful for it. When we step inside, the warehouse is dark and dingy with an odd smell and consistent dripping noise. Still, I'm not the slightest bit picky.

It's safe, and that's enough for me.

We walk into a separate room in the center where a few old, rat-eaten blankets sit and a makeshift fireplace rests in the corner. I go inside, not entirely sure what to do. The man walks in after me and, much to my surprise, pulls off his mask. I guess I should've put together that he'd have to take it off eventually, but it still sends shock curling through me to see him set the black mask down. He bends down to the fireplace, his back to me.

"Grab some of the wood in the corner, we need some heat if we're not going to freeze" the man orders. I don't argue, still wholly terrified of him and the things I have witnessed first hand that he can do. I walk over and grab the wood and bring it to where the man crouches. I set it down and stand somewhere beside his crouched form, not right next to him but close enough so I'll be near the fire when he gets it going.

As I watch him build the fire, my mind goes back to what the guards called him. Asset, as if he didn't even deserve a name. As if he were an object. If this is all because of my dad, which I'm certain it is, then I can't imagine how he came to tangle himself with people like my hunters. The fire sparks to life after a few minutes and the man stands, satisfied at the flames. When he turns to me, I get my first look at the man's entire face. Shock courses through me as I take in the sharp, stubbled jaw and his angular face framed by his long dark hair.

He's hands down the most stunning man I've ever laid my eyes on.

I don't have much time to dwell on his sheer gorgeousness, though, because I see something deeply familiar. I furrow my brows, looking deeper into his face. He looks at me in confusion, not knowing what I'm doing. I know who this is, I've seen his face before. Then, like a load of bricks, it slams into me. Sergeant Barnes.

Bucky Barnes.

I saw his monument in the museum on a field trip way back in high school. The Bucky Barnes, Captain America's best friend. He's supposed to be dead. Stranger things have happened in the past few years, though. My hazel eyes widen and my lips part slightly in shock.

"You're Bucky Barnes" I breathe out.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I watch his eyes widen slightly and something spark deep inside of them. It's almost as if he knows that name but it's just outside of his reach. This makes my intrigue spike. What's happened to Bucky in the past decades to make him into a cold killing machine who doesn't even know his own identity.

"What did you just call me?" He asks, his voice angry but also hinted with confusion. With the way his haunted, darkening eyes sear into me, I lose some of my confidence.

"Y-you're James Buchanan Barnes. Captain America was your best friend back in the-" my words are cut off when his metal hand grabs my shoulder and shoves me into the wall behind me.

My panic spikes painfully as he clenches his jaw and glares deep into my eyes. I can feel anger radiating off of him, but I can tell it's not directed at me. In his eyes I can see that the name sparked recognition and I think it bothers him that he can't figure it out. Still, I can't keep the fear from my face.

"I don't know who the hell that is" he growls. I nod hurriedly, trying desperately to not die after making it so far.

His broken blue eyes burn into mine, clearly seeing my terror, and I watch a part of them soften. Immediately he rips his hand away from me and steps back, running a hand through his hair. A tortured look melts onto his face and he lets out a deep breath, not even able to look over at me. Carefully, I step away from the wall, my intrigued eyes on Bucky.

Whatever happened to him messed up his mind. I can't help but feel like someone did this intentionally, that someone is manipulating his mind. The Bucky Barnes the museum described was flirtatious and light-hearted and heroic. The man before me is quiet, murderous, and broken. I can't help the sympathy that floods into me again. My head tells me to get away from him, but the way he practically stumbled away from me when he realized he was scaring me convinces me, against my better judgement, to go with my gut.

To stay.

After all, he might be the person who can kill me easiest, but he's also the person that can protect me best from people who want me dead for reasons I don't understand.

"I'm sorry," I softly say, making him snap his wide-eyed gaze up to me.

"Why are you sorry?" He asks, making me squirm under his intense gaze. I shrug, playing with the ends of my hair.

"Someone should say it to you," I respond, making something in his eyes change.

Not able to hold his intense gaze anymore, I look down to the fire. All at once, I feel the exhaustion from the past few days rush over me. My adrenaline is gone and I feel like my body is made of lead.

"We should check the perimeter" Bucky announces and I nod, looking up to find him checking a handgun and settling it in a holster, "You can take the south and I'll take the north"

I force my legs to move, but find the world swimming around me. The sleep deprivation is tearing me apart, but I can't let it show.

"Okay" I manage out, able to take a few steps before my tired legs give out and my exhaustion takes over.

Before I can hit the floor, I feel a pair of strong arms catch me, one flesh and one metal. Bucky helps straighten me up and I force my half-closed eyes to open. It takes all of my energy to do so as my mind tries to force me into a state of sleep. I can see a vague look of concern on Bucky's face as his eyes systematically search my body for blood or a wound. When he sees none, Bucky looks back up at me with furrowed brows.

"When was the last time you slept?" he asks, and I find my tongue lead-filled when I try to speak. I look over to see sunlight streaming into the warehouse and turn back to look at Bucky, who is holding all of my weight.

"I think that makes three days," I respond, my words slurred and groggy. I watch Bucky's eyes widen as mine try to slip closed again.

I hear him sigh and release my waist to pick me up, one hand under my knees and the other on my back. I just let him carry me, already half-asleep when he sets me down in front of the fire and puts one of the blankets over my body.

"Why haven't you slept?" he grinds out, crouching down beside me. In my tired stupor, I find my words coming out with much less of a filter.

"You were hunting my brother and me, remember?" I announce, yawning at the end and letting my eyes slip closed, "He slept, I watched"

Those are the last words I manage out before sleep tugs me under. Beside me, Bucky stands with a sigh, his burning gaze lingering over my peacefully sleeping form before stepping out to do the perimeter. What I don't know is the way inside, guilt crawls up his throat. He doesn't know what really made him choose to help me, he just saw the innocence in my eyes and couldn't bring himself to kill me.

That was the first time he'd defied a HYDRA order.

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"Why were you hunting us?"

It's been a few hours since I woke up and the sun has long set, bringing back the brisk temperatures. Bucky and I sit near the fire, but still worlds apart with him on one side of it and me on the other. At my question, I watch a muscle in his jaw tick. He looks up from the knife he'd been twirling to look at the fire.

"Your father was my original mission. When I brought him in, he asked my employer to make a trade," Bucky announces, looking over at me with the slightest hint of sympathy in his cold eyes, "Spare his life, take you and your brother's."

It should surprise me, but after the second day of running and unanswered calls I figured as much. Instead, I simply clench my jaw and look over at the fire to hide the way my heart splinters in my eyes. He may have been an awful father but he was still that—our father. At the very least I thought that would mean something to him.

I was wrong.

We sit in silence for a while, only the crackling of the fireplace filling the room. With every minute that Bucky is away from whoever his employer is, he seems more and more aware of himself. Still just as terrifying and just as brooding, but aware.

"Wanna talk about it?" he suddenly asks.

Now this surprises me. I look over at Bucky with slightly widened eyes to find him staring at the fire. He looks back at me, and for the first time there's not a trace of anger there. For a reason I can't explain, my stomach jumps at the look and I have to keep myself from falling into his rich blue eyes. I sigh and look down at the floor.

"Randall Bane was probably the worst dad you could ask for." I focus intently on my lap, biting my lip at the sudden rise of emotion within me, "Him setting a kill order on my brother and I? It should surprise me more than it did."

I don't tell him of the way I was beaten while shielding Cody or the way if I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, a cigarette was put out on my skin because it was more convenient. I let out another sigh, willing the burning emotion in my throat to go away and looking back up at Bucky. To my surprise, he's still looking at me. I give him a small smile.

"How about you? Wanna talk about it?" I ask, hoping deep within that he'll open up to me.

I don't know why I want him to so badly.

This time he sighs and looks over at the fire, a far away look in his eyes.

"The longer I'm away from them the clearer my head gets, but it's like there's this fog around it that I can't shake," Bucky informs, shaking his head and clenching his jaw tightly, "I don't know who I am, but I know the things I've done. That's what haunts me."

A shudder runs through me at the thought of all of the horrible things someone has made him do. While watching the pain run rampant through his features, a part of my heart breaks for him.

"Well, I don't know everything you've done but what I do know is that you saved my life and chose not to kill me even when I'll bet someone forced you to. If you're asking me, that counts for something." I interject. He looks over at me, his broken, fragmented gaze making a part of my heart crack again.

"Can you tell me about...well, what you know about me?" He asks reluctantly, that conflicted gaze back. Somewhere inside it I see a bit of hope, though. I smile softly and nod.

"Your name is James Buchanan Barnes, but everyone just called you Bucky," I begin, telling the man before me the story of his life, "You fought in World War II and did a lot of good. And from what I hear, you were quite the ladies man."

At this, the corner of Bucky's lips pulls up into a smile that lasts briefly, but however brief it was it was there. The sight makes me smile, and immediately I have a desperate need to see that smile again.

"You were best friends with-"

"Steve" he interrupts, a far away look in his eyes. Shock pulses through me.

"I guess you know a little more than you thought." I whisper, the ghost of a smile on my lips. That half smile is back again and with it the butterflies.

"You can call me Bucky," he suddenly states, looking over at me with those intoxicating blue eyes, "I promise to not throw you into the wall this time."

I can't stop the surprised laugh that breaks out of my mouth and nod, looking over at the soldier who just made an actual joke.

"Only if you call me Caroline," I bargain, one eyebrow lifted. He nods.

"Deal."

"You should get some sleep, I'll keep watch," I inform out of habit, knowing that he'll need his rest if a fight comes. His eyebrows furrow and he looks over at me incredulously.

"Caroline," He begins, and I can't help the way my heart jumps at the sound of my name coming from his lips, "You don't need to protect me."

I stare right back, a determination set in my eyes.

"Everyone needs protecting sometimes." I respond, my words soft but unyielding. Something unreadable passes through Bucky's gaze, something that makes my heart lurch. Finally, he sighs and lays down, knowing I won't give in.

"You better wake me up in three hours. Otherwise, I just might shoot you."

A smile quirks onto my lips as I stare into the fire.

"Somehow, I doubt that."

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My sleep is deep and dreamless, the kind of sleep your body slips into when it's overly exhausted.

As per Bucky's request, I did in fact wake him up three hours later. Now, as I sleep, I relish in the piece of my unconscious mind.

Until I'm startled awake from it.

"Caroline!"

I gasp awake at the shout of my name, shooting straight up to see Bucky crouched down beside me.

"What's happening?" I ask, panic tight in my voice. He offers me a hand that I take gladly, letting him help me up.

"They've found us, they're outside right now" Bucky grits out, checking the gun in his holster before walking over to a wooden box in the corner that I hadn't spared much thought on before. He shoves it open and pulls out a large, heavy-looking gun and loads something into the front before walking over to me.

"What is that?" I ask, a slight tremble to my tone. He looks over and sees the blatant fear in my eyes. He must remember my reaction to the bloodshed from before, how unsettled it made me, because a part of his tough face softens.

I've never watched anyone die before. I've never even seen a dead body outside of a funeral before. The movies and the shows and the true crime podcasts, none of them come close to the guttural feeling of seeing the life drain from someone's eyes. All of this, it's too much at once.

"We have to get out of here, this is our best shot. My employer doesn't like it when I disobey."

Bucky voice is a rumble in the chaos of the warehouse, and I find myself clinging to the odd sense of security it brings me He walks out of the room and into the open area of the warehouse, the gun slung over his shoulder. I scramble to follow him, but stop short when I see what must be fifty men with guns raised, prepared to come in.

"Bucky" I breathe, my eyes going wide and fear dripping through me. Two to fifty, even for the assassin beside me that's a little much. Bucky looks over at me, but my eyes are trained outside. He spares the armed men a glance before jogging up to me.

"Winter Soldier, come out now and we will not kill you." a voice booms, probably over a speaker.

Bucky uses the hand that's not holding the terrifying gun to turn me to face him. I do, my wide eyes locking onto his oddly soothing ones.

"If we're gonna make it out of this alive, you've got to trust me," he urges, his eyes not leaving mine even when the voice on the speaker gives him his final warning, "You've protected everyone else, let me protect you. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, doll."

My heart leaps at the nickname he uses, and I don't know why but it makes it hard to think straight when he says it. His promise to protect me does exactly what it was meant to do. The sincerity in his eyes makes me believe he's telling me the truth.

I trust him.

I try not to let it show how much that promise really means to me. My entire life I've been the one to protect. Protect Cody from my dad, protect Cody from the grief of losing mom, protect my dad from losing his job and going to jail. For once, someone wants to protect me. It sparks something in me that I've never felt before.

"I trust you" I whisper, nodding to him. His eyes search mine for a moment more before he nods.

"You're not gonna want to look at this," Bucky breathes before using his flesh arm to lift the gun and using the metal one to tug me suddenly into him. He holds me tight to his torso as if to shield me from whatever is about to happen, both physically and visually.

Then I hear the world explode.

I don't need Bucky's iron grip on me to keep me close to him, because once I feel the heat of an explosion and the sounds of men screaming, I bury my face as much as I can into the shoulder of the black vest he's wearing. I feel him swivel us around and hear another shot before another explosion erupts. This one rattles my teeth and makes me hold onto Bucky a little tighter instinctively.

Then just as fast as it began, it's over.

I hear a gun clatter to the ground near me and silence settles over the smoking warehouse. The heat of flames still burns in the distance and even though I know that it's over, I can't bear to look. My entire body is shaking and I hate for feeling so out of control of my fear, but it's not easy being thrust from a mundane life into one flooded with blood and explosions and guns, as much as the movies would like to persuade us it is.

"It's over, Care. You can look" Bucky says softly.

Slowly, I pull away as he lets the grip of his metal arm ease. Around me, flames lick up the ceiling and front wall of the warehouse where the only remainder of the armed men is the cars and the blackened body parts that I'd rather not look at. I bite my lip and run a hand through my hair, nodding to try and come to terms with the carnage before me.

"Alright, what's your plan from here?" I ask, my voice still trembling but firmer than I expected. Bucky looks over at me in surprise. I furrow my brows at him.

"What is it?" I ask, to which he shakes his head quickly and looks down before looking back up at me.

"Nothing, it's just you're one of the strongest people I've ever met." He announces. This time, I'm the surprised one. Bucky sees the shock in my gaze so he gestures to the mess around him.

"I've seen grown, trained men experience this and cry. You're made of tougher stuff, Caroline," he tells me, nodding to me as if to show he respects me. I go to refute his words, but stop. I guess if I didn't realize how strong I really had to have been the past few days.

The past few years.

I go to respond when my eyes widen on something behind Bucky. A person, laying on the ground but raising their gun towards him. Panic shoots through me and I act without thinking.

"Bucky, look out!" I shout, scrambling in front of him just as the armed man shoots.

The sound of the gunshot makes the confusion in Bucky's eyes clear away and he doesn't waste a second ripping his handgun out and firing a single shot, managing to nail the man right between the eyes and making him slump to the ground. I'm not paying much attention to it, though.

The second the armed man shot, an intense fire exploded in my torso. Now, as he's dead and Bucky's turning back to me, I can't see the expression on his face because my eyes are too focused on the blood seeping between my hands that I press firmly to my stomach. Slowly, I peel them away to see blood gushing out of my stomach, the pain almost unbearable. I look up at Bucky, my eyes wide.

His are wider.

There's an unbelieving look in his eyes as Bucky realized what has just happened, what I just did.

"Bucky," I manage out, before my world swoops and my knees buckle.

"Caroline!"

He rushes forward and catches me, not wasting a second to scoop me into his arms as if I weigh nothing. One of my hands that's pressed against my stomach falls, hanging down as he swiftly carries me back to the room we were in before. Bucky clears off a table in the room and sets me down on it. My head rolls to one side, the blood loss already making me tired and weak.

"What the hell where you thinking? Why would you do that?" Bucky asks, his voice tight with panic as he rummages around and grabs what he needs to help me.

"He was going to shoot you" I respond, my words slurred. I hear a number of things clamber onto the table and feel the bottom half of my shirt peeling off of my skin and being cut off to expose my bloodied torso.

"You should've let him" Bucky reprimands, pressing a cloth to my torso that must be covered in alcohol because my skin begins to burn painfully. I cry out in pain, clenching my fists and squeezing my eyes shut.

"It's okay, just breathe. You're gonna be fine," Bucky soothes, keeping the cloth pressed for a few more moments and using his other hand to brush away my hair from my face. Oddly enough, the motion does calm me down.

"I don't have any painkillers left, so this is gonna hurt doll," He warns, moving his hand and the cloth away. I bite my lip and nod as much as I can.

"Okay, okay," I breathe, trying to prepare myself for what's about to come, "I trust you"

His hands freeze at my words and I'm guessing he's still not used to hearing them. But I mean them, I mean them more than I ever have in my life.

Then I feel a pair of metal pliers go into my stomach.

I don't stay awake much longer after that, the excruciating pain much more than my mind can bear. I'm glad for the unconsciousness when it comes and I already feel my throat is raw from screaming.

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When I wake up, I'm in a car again.

Night has fallen yet again, telling me an entire day has passed with me unconscious. I stir, sitting up slightly only for an intense ache in my stomach to make a groan rise from my lips. Bucky looks over at me, tearing his eyes away from the empty highway to me. When he does, I smile softly at him.

"Hi" I greet, watching as a small smile pulls onto his lips and he turns forward again.

"Hey," he responds, his metal hand on the wheel and his human one resting, "How are you feeling?"

I place a hand to my stomach and try again to sit up, this time successfully. I nod, running a hand through my wild hair.

"Pretty good, all things considered" I inform, my eyes taking in the scenery as we pull off the highway and move towards what I assume to be a rest stop.

Good, because I'm hungrier than I think I've ever been.

"Alright, I'll get us some food. Stay in here and lock the doors" Bucky instructs as he pulls into the parking lot of the first gas station we see. I nod, not needing to be told twice to follow his orders.

I lock the doors once he steps out, a red hoodie on and a baseball hat pulled low on his head. I feel my heart jump at the sight, seeing him as a normal guy bringing an oddly attractive edge to Barnes. I shake my head and look down at my lap, trying to ignore the inexplicable attraction and pull that I feel towards him.

My mind flows over to Cody, and I can't help but be the slightest bit nervous. I hope beyond everything that my diversion was enough to let him get somewhere safe. I can only hope that he's still safe. Being this far away from him and not knowing whether or not he's okay makes anxiety sit in the center of my chest.

My thoughts are interrupted by the rapping of knuckles against my window. I jump, but only slightly. It's probably Bucky back quicker than I expected. When I look up, though, my heart lurches into my throat. My eyes widen only slightly at the foreign man standing outside my door. He looks normal enough, but I've gotten into such a habit of looking over my shoulder that I know better than to trust him.

"Hey, can you help me with something really quick?" he calls to me through the glass.

Not knowing how to respond, I simply shrug and pretend like I can't hear him. My heart is hammering in my chest as I point to my ear and shrug, watching as the man sighs and looks towards the store.

He's looking to see where Bucky is.

Panic overtakes me and I immediately cast a quick look around the front of the car while the man is still looking at the store to see if I can't find anything to defend myself with should he smash my window. I look to the ignition to see Bucky took the keys, probably to keep anyone from smashing into his side and driving off without me. Then, just as I'm about to go into a full-blown panic, I catch the gleam of black metal underneath the driver's seat.

Bucky must've put an extra gun there.

I quickly look away and back at the man outside just in time for him to look back at me. Underneath his feigned politeness, I can see agitation and desperation.

"I could really use your help with my car, miss. It won't start" he calls out again, this time louder since I told him I couldn't hear before. Knowing I have no excuse this time, I improvise to the best of my ability.

"Okay!" I respond, smiling at him through my adrenaline and 'accidentally' drop my phone at the bottom of the driver's seat. I look down towards it and feign an embarrassed smile.

"One sec" I call back, to which he gives me the fakest smile and nod.

He's growing impatient, I can sense it. He knows I know. I drop down as fast as I can and wrap my hand around the gun underneath the seat. The feeling is foreign to my hands, but I don't let it bother me. I swing it up, grabbing on with my right hand too just as my window smashes open. I gasp at the sight of the barrel of his own gun aiming for me. Thankfully, my gun is already raised and, with bile in my throat and trembling hands, I pull the trigger before he can shoot me.

The recoil makes my teeth chatter and the noise booms across the empty parking lot in front of the gas station, making my ears ring. Something warm splatters all over me, and a distinctively crimson liquid sprays the shattered window of the car. In front of me, the man stumbles back, clutching his shoulder and letting his gun clatter to the ground. My eyes go wide, my mouth filling with bile.

I'm going to be sick.

I hold in my nausea as the man stumbles to his car and gets in, driving off as fast as he can. Just as his tires are screeching on the pavement to receive medical attention at a hospital, at least I hope, I see Bucky shove open the doors to the gas station, panic heavy on his features. His eyes catch on the car speeding away and I watch concern flooded with a touch of desperation and anger flood his face. Bucky snaps his gaze to the car and sprints toward it, skidding to a halt and trying to open his door only to find it locked.

I'm in such a daze that I can't seem to remember to unlock it. My eyes are locked onto the blood that's splattered on my hands, some of the warm liquid on my face. The gun in my hands trembles, but I'm snapped out of my trance when I hear someone run around to my side of the car, the side with the smashed window. On instinct, I gasp and point the gun again only to find Bucky staring at me with wide eyes.

"It's me! It's me, you're safe!" he urges, reaching in through the now open window, making sure to avoid the shards of broken glass and unlocking the doors. Bucky swings open my door and bends in front of me, his eyes flying over my body and looking desperately for an injury.

"Are you hurt?" he asks, looking up at the blood that's on me. His blue eyes are heavy with concern, but my trembling hands and wide eyes can't seem to focus on anything but the gun in my bloody hands.

"It's not mine," I manage out, referring to the blood on my body. The gun shakes as my hands do, tears welling in my eyes that are locked on to it. A pair of hands, one warm and the other cold, grab onto my trembling ones and gently pull the gun away, casting it into the back of the car.

"Caroline," Bucky mumbles, his voice sending shivers down my spine and his hand sparking warmth on my freezing skin when I feel it cup my cheek and turn it so I look at him. His eyes soften at the look upon my face.

"I shot someone," I whisper, my voice quivering as I do and my vision blurring with tears, "He smashed the window and pulled a gun on me and I shot him"

I know and so does Bucky that I did the right thing, but my stomach is still churning. I know the man will be okay, the wound didn't look too serious, but I still shot someone. His metal hand comes up to the other cheek, both hands now resting on my face soothingly.

"It's okay, he was driving away, that means he's going to be okay. You did the right thing, Caroline" He assures, rubbing his thumb over the skin of my cheek.

I nod, knowing he's right and trying to force myself to snap out of it.

"Alright, we have to go before someone comes looking for us again. We can stop at another exit" Bucky informs, taking his hands away and shutting my door only to jog around to his and get in.

I can't help but feel cold and empty without his touch, whether it be metal or human. As the car starts and we pull out of the gas station and back onto the highway, I feel Bucky looking over at me periodically. My eyes are locked onto the highway, though, and not a single thought is bouncing through my mind.

Before I know it, we've pulled off at another exit and into another gas station. When Bucky turns the car off and gets out, shutting his door behind him, I feel a bout of panic begin to set in. He's going to leave me again, He's going to leave me alone in-

My door opens and I look up to see Bucky standing outside of it with his hand outstretched to me.

"This time, I think it's best if you came with me" he states, making my panic dissipate and relief flood in its place. I nod and gingerly put my hand in his, trying to ignore the way sparks immediately soar where our skin touches. Bucky helps me get out of the car, my stomach screaming in pain when I move. Eventually, I'm out and walking with Bucky towards the gas station.

He keeps my hand in his.

The bell above the door chimes when we walk in and Bucky immediately leads me to where the bathrooms are. He casts a quick glance around to make sure we're not being followed this time before leading me inside the men's room. He shuts and locks the door once he's in and checks to make sure no one else is inside, making a bit more of my panic release as we have the entire place alone.

"Here, let's get you cleaned up" Bucky says softly, grabbing my waist gently and setting me as cautiously as he can on top of the counter so I'm just above eye level with him.

For the most part, besides a light tremor in my hands, I've stopped shaking and calmed down. I didn't kill him, only hurt him. Still, though, I fear that moment will be burned into my brain for a while.

Wordlessly, Bucky grabs a paper towel and wets it. Then, he grabs my right hand and gently begins to rub the man's blood off of it. I sit silently, watching him work. He moves on to the other hand, wiping it clean quickly. All the while, I feel my heart hammering in my chest, not because of fear or anxiety or nerves or even trauma.

Because of something else I can't explain.

When he lets go of my hand, his blue eyes turn up to my hazel ones and he leans forward, bringing the paper towel to my cheek. The material is rough against my skin, he moves it so gently that I hardly even notice it. His baseball hat is still on, keeping him from getting too close to me.

In a way, I'm grateful and disappointed because of it.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the blood is gone. His fingers, though, linger for a moment longer on my cheek, making butterflies erupt in my stomach.

It's crazy to think how only two or three days ago, Bucky was hell-bent on killing me.

When his hand finally drops, he gives me a small, close-lipped smile.

"There, it's all gone" Bucky states, making me smile softly in return.

"Thanks" I respond, looking down at my now clean hands. Surprisingly, the sight does wonders to ease my mind and heart about what transpired tonight.

"Now, we can get some food and then head ou-" Bucky's words die out.

I look up, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. My confusion only intensifies when I see his eyes locked on my arm. Slowly, as if he's scared to touch me, he lifts the sleeve of my shirt and I take in a sharp breath.

There, on full display, are the cigarette marks left by my father.

I look over at Bucky, my eyes wide only to find his jaw clenched. He's hardly moving, hardly breathing, as his hand reaches up to gently trace one of the marks.

"Who did that to you?" Bucky nearly growls. I open my mouth to deflect, but choose not to. It would be harder to ignore it than just simply tell him the truth. I sigh and look away from his gaze and to my hands. I can't bear to look at him when I speak again.

"My dad really was the worst you could get," I offer, keeping my eyes on my hands as emotion rears into my tone, "It started when my mom died. Cody would call me and tell me that dad was getting physical, and I..."

I pause, trying to keep the tears from my eyes as I look back up and over Bucky's shoulder to the wall behind him.

"I couldn't let him get hurt. I forced him to text me whenever dad would get angry and I'd come over and..." I let my words die out, not even wanting to say it aloud, "Like I said, I'd do anything to protect my brother"

Carefully, I bring my eyes over to Bucky's. My heart skips when I see the unreadable look sitting in them. He takes my hand in his, making my mind ease and my heart race.

"Just when I think you're done amazing me, doll" he breathes, making my stomach flutter. Our eyes stay locked for a moment more before he reaches out and helps me down from the counter, setting me carefully back to the floor.

"Just so you know," Bucky begins again, placing a burning hand at the small of my back and looking over at me as we walk to the door to the bathroom, "I can't promise I won't kill your father if I ever see him again"

I don't know why, but the statement makes a smile tug at my lips. I guess, for the first time, I feel truly protected and cared for. As we walk out of the bathroom together, I nudge him slightly.

"For his sake, let's hope you never meet"

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"I've thought of a place we can go"

Bucky's words pull me out of my thoughts of Cody. The empty food wrappers sit in the backseat, long eaten. The sun is beginning to rise, and with it is the hope that I'll survive to see the next sunrise. I look over at him, intrigue filtering my gaze.

"It's risky, especially since I'm still not fully remembering who I am, but it's our best shot" he states. Just by looking at the man beside me, I can tell he's scared to do whatever he has in mind.

"Bucky, whatever it is. I'll be right here" I assure, surprising myself with the words. I didn't realize it before now, but I'd much rather be with him than without him. He looks over at me and smiles before turning back to the road.

As he works up the courage to say his plan, I furrow my brows at the 'Welcome to New York' sign that we pass.

"The only people who can really protect us and even help us find your brother are the Avengers."

My heart jumps and I can't help the excitement that floods into me. I look over at him, my eyes wide and bright. He smiles at the happy look on my face and continues speaking. That smile...

That smile of his undoes me.

"It gives me a chance to reconnect with Steve and see if I can't figure this out and they have the best resources to find your brother" Bucky informs, making the both of us happy.

"I think that's the best idea yet, I really hope you can figure everything out" I wish, smiling softly at Barnes. He looks over and smiles.

"Me too"

We drive along for a while, getting closer and closer to the location of the Avengers Tower. In the few bits of silence where we're not talking, I can't help but wonder what's going to happen when we get to the Tower and I get my brother back. Eventually, my assassin and I will have to part ways. I don't know why, but the thought of that leaves a hollow hole in my chest.

Maybe I do know why, but I'm too scared to admit it.

Before I know it, we're pulling up to the tower with a large A on the front. When we park, I look over at Bucky.

"You're probably about to freak some people way out" I warn, picking up his hat and setting it low on his head, "You might want to keep your head down until the moment's right"

He nods at me, offering me a small smile before looking over to the massive tower with a deep breath.

"You ready, doll?"

I nod, biting my lip at the thought of finding Cody.

"Ready"

We step out of the car together and walk into the Avengers Tower, all the while receiving some pretty strange looks from people walking by. I gather up my courage and walk up to the front desk where a woman sits typing away at a computer. Bucky stands beside me, his head down.

"Hi, can I help you today?" the woman asks politely, looking up at me and Bucky.

This is it.

I draw in a deep breath and nod, returning the woman's polite smile.

"Yes actually, we, uh, we need to see the Avengers" I inform, knowing full well how absolutely absurd that sounds. That's like walking up to the White House without an appointment and telling someone that you need to see the president.

The lady gives me an odd look, one that she sends over to Bucky and then back to me. My heart is racing and I'm hoping beyond everything that she'll just let us in to see them.

"I'm sorry, but you need an appointment for that" she informs, looking back down at her computer.

"I don't mean to be rude ma'am, but we really need to see them. It's urgent and I promise you it's not nothing" I continue, making the woman look up at me skeptically. She studies my face before sighing.

"Alright, but you have to get cleared to go up. We don't allow outside, unauthorized weapons or sharp metals" she informs, waving over two guards with metal-detecting wands to check us.

My heart goes to my throat. This is not going to go very well. Bucky and I share the same nervous look as they approach, and beside us I can hear the lady making a call upstairs to let the Avengers know that they have people visiting.

We won't even make it to the elevators though.

"Hold out your arms, please" the guard who walks up to me asks. I do so, letting him scan his wand over me. Within a few seconds, I'm cleared. I look over to Bucky, who holds his arms out too and gives me a nervous look.

The second the wand goes near his arm, it begins to blare. The second guard's wand begins to beep at his hip, signaling a gun. The two guards jump back, both drawing their guns and pointing them at Bucky.

"Woah, woah! Calm down!" I shout, jumping in front of Bucky and holding my hands out.

My heart is racing and I can tell Bucky is anything but happy that once again I've put myself between him and a gun.

"Show us your weapon!" one guard yells, making a tense emotion flood the room. Off to the side, I can see the astonished clerk make another call and speak frantically with who's on the other side.

"Just calm down, we don't want to hurt anyone" I try again, trying to keep the panic from my voice.

Then, to my surprise, one of them shoots.

I gasp at the sound and immediately prepare to be shot again only for Bucky to step in front of me and use his arm to deflect the bullet. The sound of metal hitting metal resounds in the room and the silence following the gunshot leaves everyone in silence. I look up at Bucky in shock, his metal arm in front of me. He looks over his shoulder at me, his slightly concerned eyes searching mine to make sure I'm okay. I nod slowly, knowing full well that I should be shot right now. Once he sees that I'm unharmed, the glare in his gaze tells me I'm going to get a lecture later on not putting myself between him and bullets.

"Put your hands up or I swear I'll shoot again!" the guard shouts, making me jump.

I grab onto Bucky's arm that's in front of my body out of instinct, and he keeps it assuredly in front of me, ready to deflect any more shots.

"Just listen-" Bucky begins, but the guard shouts again.

"I mean it, now!"

"Alright, would everyone just take a chill pill for a second?" the voice of Tony Stark announces, making hope flood through me.

I look over to see Tony emerging from the elevator, his hands held out in front of him as to calm the situation. Behind him, I see Natasha Romonaff and Steve Rogers follow. When I see Steve, I can sense the shock that rolls off of Bucky. I look up to him to see his jaw clenched and his eyes on his best friend. His hat is lowered to hide his face.

"What's going on here?" Nat asks, looking over at us with curiosity in her eyes.

"We just want to talk to you all, please" I inform, my eyes going between the three Avengers.

They all look at each other before looking back at me. Steve steps up, his shield in hand.

"Who are you?" he asks, and I know now's the time. Bucky must too because he slowly lift his gaze so his face is on full display.

"You're Steve, right?" Bucky asks, his voice clouded with confusion.

The shield drops from Steve's hands. I watch pure disbelief pull onto his features as he takes in his best friend that supposedly died all those years ago.

"Bucky?" he breathes, almost afraid that this won't all be real.

"Hey man" Bucky responds, his hand lowering from in front of me as we both understand that our danger is over. Tony looks over at him incredulously.

"As in Bucky Barnes? Isn't he...you know, dead?" Tony asks, to which Nat elbows him sharply.

"Supposed to be, but that's not how things worked out" Bucky responds. That's when Steve steps forward, almost unsure of his movements.

"His mind is a little lost, he needs help figuring it out" I inform, making sure Steve is aware that Bucky's memory isn't fully there. Steve stops in his step and nods, not being able to stop the smile that grows on his face.

I watch Tony send a look towards Steve before stepping up to us.

"Of course we'll help, we've got some of the smartest people in the universe in here" he informs, making me laugh. Tony sends a look between Bucky and I.

"And you can bring...I'm sorry, what's your name?" Tony asks me. I smile.

"Caroline"

He nods and turns back to Bucky.

"You can bring Caroline along," He states, making more relief pump through me, "I don't think everything would go very well if you didn't"

And then, just like that, we're on our way up the tower.

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"So, he was hunting you because your father traded his life for you and your brother's?"

I nod at Natasha, who sits with Steve and I just outside the lab where Bruce Banner and Tony are checking out Bucky. Sympathy is drawn across Nat and Steve's faces.

"He cornered us in a motel and I stalled enough to let my brother get away. I don't know how, but I managed to get through whatever mind manipulation they used on him to get him to help me." I continue, sighing and running a hand through my hair, "We've been on the run since then"

"Thank you," Steve suddenly says, making me lift my gaze to his, "For bringing Bucky back, he's the closest thing to a brother I have"

I smile softly and nod.

"Of course"

Nat and Steve share a look before Steve speaks again.

"And it's because I know what it feels like to lose a brother that I want to ask if you want us to help find your brother? I know it's scary, not knowing where he is or if he's safe" Steve says, making my entire face light up.

"That would be so amazing, you have no idea" I rush out, bringing a smile to Nat and Steve's faces.

"Cody Bane, right? I'll get right on it" Nat says before standing and walking away.

"I've been more a mother than a sister to him through all of this" I inform, looking down at my hands and back up at Steve who watches me intently, "He's a tough kid. He doesn't give up easy"

"Neither do you, I'll bet" Steve responds, looking at me knowingly.

I look over at the lab, managing to see in through the glass and watch Bucky get blood drawn and tests done. As I do, my heart tugs. Once I get my brother back, I'll have to leave him. In the past few days we've been together, I've found a connection with Bucky that I've never had with anyone before.

Now I have to leave him.

"Have you told him yet?"

At Steve's sudden and vague question, I look over at him with my brows furrowed. He smiles knowingly at me and casts a look towards his best friend.

"How you feel, have you told him how you feel?" Steve clarifies, making my heart jump into my throat and my eyes widen. I immediately begin to shake my head.

"Oh, no I don't-" I begin to ramble, but Steve cuts me off with a light laugh.

"Don't worry about it, Caroline. Out of every girl Bucky has ever been around, he's never looked at any of them the way he looks at you." Steve informs, making my lips part slightly in shock at the very thought that Bucky could feel the same pull that I do. I don't have time to respond when Nat jogs back in with a tablet in her hand.

"Got him, Cody Bane is alive and well, hiding out at a police station in NYC" Nat informs, setting the tablet down to show the camera feed, "Smart kid"

Relief like I've never felt it floods over me. I look at the screen to see my brother sitting and messing around with an officer's things in the middle of a police station. I laugh, tears of pure joy making it past my defenses and slipping down my cheeks.

"I contacted the department, they're gonna transfer him over in an armored vehicle and police escort. He'll be here within the hour" Nat informs. I nod, standing and throwing my arms around the woman's neck. She gasps in surprise.

"Thank you" I whisper.

She smiles and hugs me back. When we pull away, she nods to me.

"Anytime"

"What's the celebration?"

At the sound of Bucky's voice, I whirl around. He looks calmer than before and intrigue lights up his features when he sees the happiness on my face.

"Cody's alive. He'll be here soon" I inform, not being able to stop the smile on my face. I watch a smile pull on his lips as well.

"Yeah? That's great, Care!" he exclaims. Quickly after, though, I think it hits us both that within the hour, when my brother gets here, we're going to be splitting up. The other people in the room must notice it too.

"Let's give them a moment to talk" Bruce suggests, leading everyone out of the room. Once they're gone, I look back to Bucky with a sad, conflicted smile.

"I guess this is it" I announce, trying to keep the crushing sadness away from my heart, but it's impossible. Bucky lets out a sigh, his blue eyes locked onto my hazel ones.

"I'm gonna miss you, doll" he states, walking up and pulling me into a hug, "Thank you...for everything"

I let out a shaky breath as he does, wrapping my arms around his neck and letting his warmth relax me. This time, when a single tear escapes, it isn't for Cody. We pull away eventually and our eyes lock, my heart skipping when they do.

"I hope you figure out everything" I say, to which he nods but has the most serious look on his face I've seen in days. Our faces are inches apart and I can hardly breathe. The pull that I have to him is so intense that I want nothing more than to close the gap between us.

I don't, though.

Being this near to him is too painful, so I step back and run a hand through my hair. I don't even say anything else, too scared that if I do my feelings will be blatantly clear in my tone. Instead, I just turn around and begin to walk away. I make it a few steps too until a metal arm closes around my arm and pulls me back. I stumble as I turn around, confusion in my face.

"What are you-"

My words are cut off when Bucky keeps his metal hand on my waist and brings his other one to my cheek and crashes his lips to mine. Instantly, I melt into him. My skin feels as though it's been set on fire and yet I can't seem to burn hot enough. His grip on me tightens as his lips work against mine with a desperation that steals my breath. This kiss alone is enough to make me realize that I'm falling fast and hard and it's going to hurt like hell to leave him.

When we finally pull apart, Bucky rests his forehead against mine, his hair tickling my face as he does.

"I know I'm not the man I was before, but-"

I cut him off this time, pulling away so he can see the sincerity in my gaze.

"I'm falling for the man you are now, not the man you were then." I whisper, my heart slamming in my chest as the words leave my mouth. His eyes widen slightly at my confession

"Caroline, you deserve so much better than me" he rasps. For just a moment, I think he's going to say goodbye, and my heart begins to tremble.

Bucky must see the crestfallen look in my eyes because he brings his metal hand up to cup the other side of my cheek so he holds my face. He stares down at me with such intensity that I feel my legs turn to jelly, and I have to tighten my hold on him to stay upright.

"Don't think for a single second that I don't want you," he whispers, making my heart jump, "Now, I'm not as good at the love thing as I was back then but-

"Love?" I interrupt, my eyebrows raising suddenly at his choice of words.

Bucky fumbles with his words for a solid minute before he finally gives up and decides to just press his lips gently to mine, taking my breath away yet again. When he pulls back, he rubs one of his thumbs across my cheek and says his next words with such conviction that my stomach explodes into a thousand butterflies.

"Stay," Bucky suddenly says, his eyes searching mine, "Stay here, we can protect you, I can protect you."

That's all I wanted him to say, that's all I wanted to hear. For someone, for him, to ask me to stay. I smile softly up at him and nod.

"You couldn't get rid of me if you tried"

Bucky smiles and places another quick kiss to my lips.

"Looks like I've still got it"

I laugh, leaning my head against his shoulder and letting the safety and warmth wrap around me.

It's crazy to think that only a few days ago, I was his target, his prey.

And here I am, falling in love with my hunter at a heartbreaking speed

#bucky barnes #bucky x original character #bucky x oc #marvel #mcu #avengers #angst #fluff #oneshot #bucky oneshot #bucky barnes oneshot #the winter solider

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You got any headcanons about Gen 5?

It’s my favourite generation of Pokémon :)

So I’m taking this and running with it because you didn’t clarify what kind of headcanons. So Ash is defiantly aged in this one

Cilan is the one who gets Ash into weed. Not even smoking but just edibles.

Ash got his ass rocked by a Seismitoad while fucking around in a muddy pond. it was under the water and he stepped directly on it's head by complete accident. he kept whining about the bruises so Cilan gave him a 5mlg just so he would stfu.

he's introduced to Mario Kart and Sonic somehow in between going through Castelia City and Nimbasa City

Ash has already started to box and dance before he get's to Unova so he ask's if the Nimbasa Twin's wanted to rumble around after their dual battle with him and Cilan.

Emmet refuses but Ingo takes Ash on and quickly becomes he best sparring partner Ash has ever had so far. in the end Ash extends his stay in the city for just a full day of boxing with Ingo, thankful that the man took a day off to do so.

if Alder was asked who he favored the most out of all the trainer's he met during that year, he'd pick Cilan without hesitation. Ash is a close second but Alder doesn't like how quick to anger he is, especially when trip's around.

Unova as a whole is defiantly a trail in patience for Ash. since Pikachu's aren't native to Unova a lot of rich people or influencer's try to put a price on the Pokémon. wanting Pikachu for their own gains.

it take's everything in Ash not to swing at Iris near the middle of their travels because she hadn't dropped the 'kid' thing yet. in reality he doesn't lift a finger but mentally Iris has most likely died at least thrice by now.

the reason why is most likely related back when he was traveling through Kanto and how Misty bit at his heels for acting like such a kid despite Ash being 10 years old. he feels guilty that Misty and Brock both had to grow up fast but that doesn't mean Ash has too. he's learned it's better to let the insult roll off his back and not put to much wind to the flames but Iris just won't give up.

Iris had grown up quickly as well despite being a year and a half younger then Ash and about three years younger then Cilan. she's jealous that could see the world through rose colored glasses and take them off when things start to get serious.

she doesn't realize that she can do that too until much later, like around the time when Ash is in Alola for a time frame, but it's hard for her to do.

both Iris and Ash realize that Cilan's a mean and sassy drunk, he's like a year older then the legal age drinking limit in Unova, until they get knocked out of the league during the final battles. sitting by the green haired chef who's somehow gathered a group of people so they could just shit talk.

it's definitely the first time Iris and Ash has seen this so their off to the side. contemplating on whether or not to approach their friend or not. choosing to just stay in ear shot and keeping Cilan in their eye sights in case the chef bolts off to somewhere.

Ash ends up tasering Trip at some point during the entire Unova arc. no one knows how it happened and Trip actively refuses to even speak to Ash and his friends afterwards for a while.

Ash and Iris originally thought that there was some hella sexual tension between Cilan and Burgundy only to realize that it went deeper then that.

apparently Burgundy liked another connoisseur girl that was a rank above her but that girl liked Cilan instead of Burgundy. the girl publicly turned down Burgundy before going and also publicly asking Cilan for a date.

what Burgundy doesn't know is that Cilan had left mid date after realizing just how bad the girl was. absolutely clueless about what happened to Burgundy.

Iris knows most of the story but Ash is the one who knows all of it. they both agree it's 'not their turf' so they don't bringing anything up.

Ash and Georgia are so neutral towards each other that if they were left alone in a room, it would be completely silent because they would just ignore each other.

Elsa's Tynamo has a thing for Ash's Pikachu after their gym battle and it takes a while to peel the eel Pokémon off of Pikachu after it gets healed up.

#ash ketchum #pokemon cilan #pokemon iris #pokemon burgundy #pokemon georgia #champion alder #pikachu #tynamo #gym leader elsa

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All is bliss

Chapter 11

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @darylandbethfanforever9 @sweethoneyblossom1 @aemondx

Gif by @imagine-all-the-things

The court is afire with Vaemond’s case.

He outright accuses her of very true things and seeks to usurp the legal heirs of Corlys Velaryon to make himself Lord of the Tides.

Not content with being Jacaerys’ regent should Corlys die prematurely, nor placing Baela’s claim forward, he looks to use his son’s goodfamily to get what he wants.

Everyone waits with bated breath for the hearing, especially when her arrival is that of a dirty secret being smuggled into court.

Nymeria of the Rhoyne had been smuggled into the Sandship in a Rhonynish rug, Rhaenyra half expected to be told to be told to go through the servant’s halls.

But the smallfolk had still come to see them go down the road to the red keep causing problems for the guard who assumed no one would show.

Aemma hugs her tightly when they arrive. Her usual joy and sunny disposition shrouded behind clouds.

Her poor little girl forced to suffer here without ladies she could trust.

But not anymore, Rhaenyra will be here to protect her as she should have done much sooner.

“My sweet girl, it will all be better now.” Mother says as she kisses the top of her head. “Mother is here now.”

Daemon gives her a sympathetic look, sure he and Aemma butted heads, but he’d kill for her, just as any kinsman would.

“Anything you need us to do, we will do it.” Rhaenyra whispers hoping it is murder.

“I need you to ask the king to dissolve my marriage.” Aemma whispers in High Valyrian,

When Aemma leaves them as they wait for Alicent, after their visit with father, they speak about it.

“Father already thinks Aemond is the one wed to Aemma. Infertility is a reason to end a marriage, especially a political one like this one.” Rhaenyra comments and Daemon nods, processing what they managed to learn so far.

Aemma had not been able to speak about it much, except to say that she loved Aemond and that he felt the same.

If he had not taken up Aegon on his offer, who knows who he would have chosen, Aemma had said not wishing to think about it more.

The one to suggest Aemma cuckold Aegon just as Laenor suggested Rhaenyra cuckold him, was Alicent.

Alicent who had hoped for leverage and a reason to make Aemma loyal to her cause.

Aegon had chosen his brother, the same brother who has been in love with Aemma for some time.

Something she had not expected.

To expose Aemma was to kill Aemond, as much as she loathed them, she loved her children more.

“I suppose if the High Septon refused to do as he’s told, I know who we should remove from the portrait.” Daemon comments as if kinslaying were not a greater sin than infidelity.

“I would rather we have the marriage annulled with father’s backing. The High Septon can deny a princess, but not the king, especially now that he knows Aegon cannot sire heirs. For my sake, I ask you to stay your sword, valzȳrys.” She said squeezing his shoulder.

It takes far too long to be rid of company and have a moment alone with her.

The arrival of her family had set him on edge, and he needed her if he were to make it through this day without killing her brothers.

Despite knowing the strong lads are no real threat, the sight of them has his blood running hot.

He’d do anything to be able to have little Luke feel everything he did, to take his eye as it would have been done had his mother not been Rhaenyra.

But sweet Aemee would hate him if she’d find him taking what was owed to him.

When his blood thirst threatens to reach its peak, he seeks out his woman.

His Aemma, the only one he has wanted to the point of madness.

Aemma who opens like a flower just for him.

You are my only happiness in this fucking place, she had said as she asked him to leave with her.

Aemma who he dreams of fucking on the Iron Throne with her belly swollen with their child.

Not one Aegon will claim as his, one Aemond can proudly call his son.

A prince, a son named Aemon after Rhaenys’ father and because it is a variation of his own name.

“I need you, jorrāeliarzo.” He kissed her insistently as he maneuvered her onto the small table where they broke their fast just this morning.

Aemond has his beloved tearing his clothes off as he spreads her legs and rucks up her skirts and shift.

“I need you more, valzȳrys.” She says using the word she only uses with great sarcasm with Aegon.

They are lit by the same fire. Cannot feel close enough nor satisfied if it isn’t with each other.

“I have asked mother to have the king end my marriage.” Aemma says nipping at his earlobe.

She loves biting him, marking his skin with bites and scratches because that is the only way she can claim him.

And he loves teasing her, working her up until she cries out for him to fuck her.

“Truly?” he asks, pausing to her annoyance.

Aemma has asked her mother to help her get her marriage annulled.

And whatever Rhaenyra wants, she gets.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow the king orders the High Septon to have Aemma and Aegon’s marriage dissolved on account of Aegon’s inability to provide heirs.

They can marry in a moon if it happens.

As Aegon’s heir, he is in a better position to keep the peace given there will be no heirs between him and the throne.

“Yes, the High Septon is coming here anyways, why not ask him at dragon-point whether we have the grounds to seek an annulment?” She is happy in ways she has not been since she discovered the truth.

She has not truly forgiven him for lying to her, but the hope of stepping out of the shadows and into the sun has him knowing it won’t be long now.

“We will be husband and wife by the next moon, my sweet Aemee.” And what better to celebrate than making their first born?

Who knew knowing her marriage finally comes to an end would make her want to be a mother?

A mother to a trueborn child sired by the man she will marry once her previous marriage is undone.

Won’t matter if little Aemon or little Aenya comes eight moons after, everyone knows the babe would be Aemond’s who will have been her husband in the eyes of the gods and men.

“Ābrazȳrys,” the word rolls of his tongue like the sweetest honey.

Wife, gods, she could get used to this.

“Valzȳrys.” Aemma laughs quietly as they fixed their clothes as best as they could.

“I love you.” She says as they kiss one last time before returning to the world outside her bedroom.

Aemma has no idea why she said it, it just felt so natural, like everything does with him.

She never gets to hear it back, when her stepsisters and cousins burst into the room unannounced.

#aemma velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #all is bliss fic #aemond targaryen x velaryon!reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x ofc #ewan mitchell #hotd fic #the great au

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Summer windows 13

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Characters: Kaminari Denki, Iida Tenya, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Yoosung, Gojo Satoru, Kaeya Alberich, Yagi Toshinori

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I'm literally banging my head against the desk right now I thought I posted this. I really did... but better late then never ahaha

I'm not sorry for that one.

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85: Stargazing

Kaminari

“Y/N, finally taking a break from work?” Your neighbor asks as you step out.

As you lock your door you give a little nod. “It’s been busy, but I’ve finished most of my tasks.”

It wasn’t uncommon for Pro heroes to be clear about their lives, but you decided to go with the hidden identity approach. You are an authorized pro hero but your legal name is not connected to your hero name unless there is an emergency. But it was something you didn’t need to worry about because your cousin could usually answer when it came to emergencies.

Waving to your neighbor you wonder if the night would be kind to you.

Getting to the bottom floor you check your phone. “He’s late.”

To entertain yourself you make tiny ice sculptures in the palms of your hands. This was dangerous because if you did it for too long your hands might go numb or you’ll get frostbite. But just as the chill was turning to a burn you notice the blond.

“Hi Y/n, how have you been?”

“Good, let’s go. I just barely got these away from my cousin.” You hold up the case with a smile. It wasn’t dark yet but it was getting there quickly.

Kaminari takes the telescope case from you and you both walk to the designated spot quickly setting it up. Stargazing wasn’t exactly your hobby but you enjoyed it nonetheless, you only got into it because of your older cousin. You loved hearing everyone talk about their hobbies.

“Do you see anything cause I don’t?” He frowns, stepping back and you roll your eyes.

Gently sliding the cap off you present the sight again. Kaminari was silent looking through it. Was this a good thing or a bad thing? But before you could ask what he saw he looked at you and it was like a spark in his eyes, like he just found something that he found interesting.

He grabs you by the shoulders and crushes you in a hug. “Y/n, that’s so fucking cool thank you for showing me.”

You raise a brow a bit confused. Slipping from his grip when it slacks to see that he saw. Honestly you did love looking at the stars, you could name a few stars when you know the location and time of year. But as you pull away you could see Kaminari practically vibrating with excitement.

“Wanna look again? I can guide you in finding a few really nice constellations, at least I like them,” you chuckle.

“You don’t have to keep using my surname, just call me Denki, y/n.” He grins.

“But you're my senior.”

“And I’m saying as your senior just call me by my name, a friend of mine had to get their name changed for safety reasons and they told us to give ‘em a nickname instead. Claiming that they were more protective of nicknames than their given names,” Kam- Denki shrugs before looking into the lens again.

Nodding slightly you start gently guiding him and the telescope to change the view. Maybe five years of working under Denki should be enough time to be close to him, though this was your first time thinking about calling someone by their given name.

86: Bucket hat

Iida

Checking your watch you couldn’t help the impatient tapping of your foot. Iida is many things but being late was not usually one of them. You were pretty much dimming as you waited because any longer than ten minutes and you were leaving.

“Y/N.”

Turning to the sound of your name you blink. Iida was running over by he was mostly covered in soot and looked like he’d been working. This is the first time he was late for a date and didn’t tell you. Okay maybe you should give him the benefit of the doubt this is the first time this has happened.

Crossing your arms you still felt your foot tapping, the speed almost equal to that if you had a rabbit quirk. “What happened?”

That came out harsher than you thought.

But he begins bowing in apology. “I’m sorry I know I’d always tell you if I would be late for any reason. But just as I was about to do that my phone broke.”

To solidify this he held up the broken pieces in a bag. Not your body went cold as fear climbed up your back. Grabbing his shoulders you started looking at the exposed skin.

“Are you okay? Did you get proper rest? If you had called me or had someone else text me I would have been over there in a moment.” Your panic was obvious considering his job.

“I’m fine my dear, please breathe.” He took a breath and you mimicked him.

“Why did you come here like this? If you couldn’t come I wouldn’t have minded. I only need contact.” You groan letting him go. “Just take this, we’re going to my place.”

Iida tenses.

You tug on him. “You need to get cleaned up, all I have to cover up your mess is my bucket hat let’s go. I still have a spare set of clothes for you.”

He nods. “That is very thoughtful.”

“It was a gift for your birthday, but at least this way I have a way to figure out if it fits,” you sigh. “Just call me from the office next time. I’d rather know you're safe than you run and hurt yourself.”

His hand gently squeezed yours as you walked. “I’ll run to you even if you ask me not to.”

Holding yourself back from pinching him you glare. “Of all people who knew the previous class president was so reckless.”

87: Sun

Tetsutetsu

“Hey lovely, are you ready?” You hold your hand to your best friend, Tetsutetsu, you both grew up together though when you both went to high school you didn’t talk until the beginning of this year.

“Y/n.” He grabs your hand but his face is red.

Chuckling, you lean against him. “Awe you used to love how close we are. How come you’re asking all shy now?”

Okay yes you took the joke a little too far. When you moved to Japan with your grandmother permanently everyone made assumptions on how you would act as a foreigner. You played so hard into that, it toned down a bit when you got to high school. Only enjoying teasing Tetsutetsu. Now you still keep it toned down.

“I’m not acting shy!”

Letting go of his hand you lock your fingers behind your head. “Alright, alright. I know. We’re not dating so I can’t cling to you.”

He turns to you a bit panicked. “I didn’t-

“Tetsu, I’m fine, don't worry. You’ve been giving me more than enough attention, how’s work been?”

Maybe you were bluffing a bit, Tetsutetsu called you every week even when you had plans to meet up. Sometimes even when he was working which could be dangerous because he didn’t tell you what his job was but you could only assume he succeeded in living out his dream.

He pauses. “Y/n, is work on your mind again?”

You wince. “Yeah. I mean someone broke the window in one of my shops, it’s closed while we get the glass reinforced but it’s discouraging.”

“Again!”

“It’s fine Tetsu, Mawmaw rose hell with the company. Honestly I only need one person getting upset on my behalf.”

Brushing this off you smile trying to take in as much sun as you could before you are pulled into the usual fall rush of your cafe. You owned three. Usually someone of your age wouldn’t have one but through the power of learning and family connections you owned and managed three cafes.

“How is your grandma?” Tetsutetsu asks.

You raise a brow. “You should visit, she asks about you every once in a while.”

But he freezes up. “I-

“What's still embarrassing about what happened?” You pat his back. “I just-

“Let me use my second quirk? Tetsu, I’m fine, see. If anything it made me better.”

“Look that wasn’t fair of me, Y/N-

Frowning you grab him by the ear and pull him down to be eye level with you. Off the side of the sidewalk to keep from being a distraction.

“Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, look me in the eye and tell me what you're really thinking happened after you left? Everyone’s quirk drawbacks are different. I’m not a hero, I’m not in the hospital. I’m healthy and standing here before you.”

He winced a bit when you pulled him down but he pulled you into a hug. You were a bit caught off guard, maybe it was because you were expecting him to say something and not squeeze you so gently to the same effect one would hold a feather to keep it from slipping from one’s fingers.

“Don’t do it again. Please, Y/n, that was scary enough the one time.”

Tetsutetsu was always the strong one growing up, you got hurt no matter what you did so he would do it for you. But hearing the way he pleaded with you made your heart ache.

“You know I can’t promise that, all I can do is try.”

White lies are okay right?

88: Grass

Yoosung

Maybe it was just you, but you didn’t often spend time in nature. So maybe deciding to marry a veterinarian wasn’t the best idea after adopting a puppy. You happened to meet Yoosung in school, and just kept running into him. At first you thought it was funny neither of you were actively trying to meet one another and he even admitted to finding it odd. Eventually the coincidence became too much and you told him that if you both met again without meaning to you'd ask him to marry you.

Two years after graduation you wanted to adopt a puppy, you were home most of the time working in your apartment, but it was because you were lonely.

“Y/n?” you were looking at the puppies from a distance trying to figure out which one you were drawn to more.

A bit confused when you look back. “Oh! Yoosung, I haven’t seen you since graduation. How is everything?”

He smiles, and for some reason you felt warm. “It’s nice to see you again, everything has been well. What are you doing here?”

“I was thinking of adopting a puppy, since most of my work is done at home. My apartment doesn’t allow cats so I thought a dog would be best,” you explain as you start to reconsider.

“Y/n.”

Looking at Yoosung again he smiles.

“Will you marry me?”

Now as you stand in the grass with his hands in yours you didn’t care about the eyes on you when asked the question. “Do you Y/n L/n take Yoosung as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

89: Stop taking your clothes off

Gojo

Curses, you hated them and they were so common. Why did you need to transfer? Maybe it was because they were so concentrated in Japan but you didn’t want to leave even if it was for work.

“Woah ho ho, I never thought I’d meet the famous Y/n,” you looked at the white haired man with a huff.

“Shut up Satoru, we have things to do. And I’m tired,” you remind him, hiking your bag on your shoulder.

He smirks. “You didn’t bring a lot, are you planning on running again?”

“The less I carry the easier it is to travel. Not to mention, you’re not allowed to have a gun with you on the plane unless you are a very particular kind of passenger.

“What about your bow and arrow?”

“Are we going or not? Your students are already here, I have to prepare everything for mine to get here,” you groan.

He nods. “Fine, fine, I know when not to mess with you.”

“Good, cause they barely let me sleep on the plane,” you scoff, following him out.

From the airport to the school you could just feel Gojo’s eyes on you through the blindfold. So when getting to the doctor you just dropped your bags and started preparing for your exam.

“What are you- stop taking off your clothes!” The doctor sighs.

“It’s easier to check me without them, I didn’t take all of them off. Besides, does it matter when he’s so close?” You cross your arms.

“Right.”

“Don’t agree with them. This is gonna be a long training.”

90: Fishing

Kaeya

“Y/n, y/n. We’re gonna go fishing!”

Okay. You weren’t sure if your sister jumping up and down on the bed was a good idea. Especially is every other jump she would land on you, with a groan you sit up.

“Okay, okay. I’m up. I’m up.” The succession of pops as you stretch forward feels relaxing.

Your little sister was not amused. “Come on, I wanna go fishing. How different is it from fishing in Snezhnaya?”

You pick up your sister quickly ruffling her hair and tickling her. “Well you can’t sit on the water and fish unless you have a boat and last I checked we don’t have a boat.”

She tries to push you off gasping for air between laughing. “But how will we get the big fish?”

“Not sure. Go get dressed, we can ask Kaeya.” You shrug before getting out of bed and letting her run free.

But just as you stood on your legs they gave out and you crashed to the ground with all the grace of a falling bird. Because of the small space you hit the dresser and nightstand effectively harming yourself. But your vision activates.

“No, fuck.” Healed up you groan seeing your bed soaked. “You useless piece of, ugh.”

What a wonderful way to start the day. It was noon by the time you met Kaeya on the bridge. Walking next to him was a young boy covered in scars and various bandages.

“What a wonderful day it is to go fishing?” Dyri cheers excitedly.

“Oi you’ll scare any fish before we start.” You sigh.

Kaeya laughs. “Don’t have to worry about that.”

As if appearing out of nowhere there was a young elf girl next to him as well.

“Hello my name is Klee.”

“Are you coming fishing with us?” You ask with a small smile.

“Yes.”

Maybe you should have persuaded them to do a different task. Bomb fishing with a child wasn’t fun. Considering Dyri could throw seed bombs and added too many plants to the area. Though she could grow them it didn’t prevent anyone from being harmed. Not to mention the backlash of the bomb fishing.

Kaeya was laughing as everyone sat on your healing circle. “You should have seen your face!”

“Yes, Dyri, honey can you grow Cecilia’s?”

“I think I can.”

You smile. “I think Kaeya would love your special hair treatment.”

Kaeya chuckles. “Come on Y/N, you know I can’t hurt a child.”

Dyri looks at him and nods. “Bloom.”

Giggling you couldn’t help it, it was like looking at several bouquets of flowers. Kaeya just laughs as he goes to pick up your sister.

“Was that fun?” You ask.

Klee smiled and Bennett looked a little sheepish. A few times he fell into the water when the girls were trying to catch fish.

“Let’s go back, I’m sure everyone is tired,” Kaeya sighs.

“Let me carry Dyri, I’m sure she’s heavy.” You offer.

“I can carry her,” Kaeya nods. “Come on Klee, Bennett.”

You pat Bennett. “You did good, and don’t worry. I’m used to healing others.”

As Klee led the way Bennett was a few steps behind while you lagged behind with Kaeya and your little sister. She fell asleep.

“I’ll get you back for that.”

“I have no idea what you mean. But thanks, I missed everything about Mondstadt.” You grin.

Kaeya frowns. “Why don’t we have a drink sometime?”

“If I could spare the time I would.”

91: Sand castle

Yagi Toshinori

Getting adopted later in life was odd, but when you did it meant you and your brother got a better chance at not suffering. You were going to start college in the spring and your brother was entering High school. As a kind of relaxation from the stress of exams your adoptive dad took you to the beach.

The mean look embedded in your features served as a good repellent to anyone trying to weasel their way into your time, college was said to be stressful and it took you two years just to get in.

Your brother frowns. “Y/N, do you think he knows we’re a little too old to have a family day at the beach?”

Looking at him you shake your head. “Let him be. I want him to have fond memories with us too, if only it was more convenient to go into the water.”

“You don’t have to worry too much. I went in and people just left me be.” Your brother shrugs, but the after effect.

You and your brother shared the same quirk— it was rare but it wasn’t unheard of— when your skin came into contact with water it would instinctively flex into iridescent scales. But it often drew attention when it rained, during swim class, at the pool with friends, as a child who loved your quirk and water.

“I guess.” You nod.

Just as you thought about getting in the water the sound of footsteps made you look behind you. “I brought you some snow cones.”

“Thanks…” you accept the cone and Your brother beams. “Thanks dad.”

“What’s wrong Y/n?” Your adoptive father had revealed that he was All might— the world renowned hero— almost five years ago, he hadn’t told you when he adopted you or your brother. You had assumed he was always busy with work because there weren't a lot of people in the profession.

“Nothing,” looking at the snow cone you wonder how long it would take to melt. Your hand was already starting to change and you just watched.

“Dad, can we build a sandcastle together?”

He smiles. “Of course.”

You almost laugh since your brother was to mention your age, but acting like a child wasn’t a bad idea. Eating the snow cone you smile waiting for the time to build.

“Y/N, can you get more water I’m gonna hold this wall hurry,” your brother states as your dad looks at you.

“I can-

You shake your head grabbing the bucket. “I got it.”

Quickly getting the water you look at how your legs shined in the late day sun your scales were a bad reminder to you before. Rushing the water over you helps with the small creation. By the end of it you and your brother had different sections of the iridescent scales exposed but large smiles.

“Dad, can we do something like this again next year?” You ask still high on excitement and the content of completing the intricate craft.

Toshinori smiles as he takes a candid picture of you and Thor brother. “Of course.”

Before you left you looked at your brother as you both tore down the castle, you had plenty of pictures of it.

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