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queenquinzel715 · 8 months

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Pt 1 2. Half Orc Captain Hamal

Brief SA/Suicide warning

Word count 1,832

(Y/n) pov

Ever since I could remember I've always worked, but when my parents died it tripled. I had to pay for the house they left me, which is falling apart. I lived next to the main tavern in town, so it only made sense to take the job as bar maiden. Every night I serve all different creatures along with humans, so it can be a lot more rambunctious than people are used to. During the day I try to fix my home, but can only get so much done with the four hours before I have to leave.

Today starts like every other. I eat, then start hammering the boards to the wall. I'm halfway through the main wall when someone bangs on my door. I keep hold of the hammer as I answer the door. The King's guard is standing there with three of his followers. You see they just run the town how they see fit, and that meant tormenting the poor people that live here.

"We've gotten complaints of this eye sore." His voice tries to boom, but I swear he's pushing it too hard.

"Oh I'm sorry. I'm trying to work as fast as I can, but it's only me." I plead.

"Well no wonder. A woman can't build a fire let alone fix a house." He and his group laugh at what he believes to be a joke.

"Well if that's all I'm gonna get back to work." I try to shut the door, but he moves his way inside.

"When I say complaints I mean they want this hole gone." He looks around the small house as two if his followers come inside with him. "However I can ignore this eyesore for some simple payment." He smirks at me, his eyes look down to me gripping the hammer tighter.

Before I could blink he ripped the hammer out of my hand, and threw it across my kitchen. I try to run to the backdoor. Of course he grabs me, but by the back of my hair. He uses my hair as a guide to move me to the couch my father built, throwing me face first onto it. With my dress getting ripped, to them tying my hands to the armrests, and them laughing as they grabbed at me I black out. I still see, feel and hear everything that is going on. I just lay there, helpless. Once they are done I'm cut from the armrest, and left there with one leg hanging off the side, my face in the cushion, and the sharp pain in between my legs. With some miracle strength I sit up gasping at the pain shooting through my whole body. I look around what's called my home, but now it's nothing but a nightmare. A reminder of death, pain of loss, pain of force, and just pain of work. I sit there for I don't know how long before I realize it's dark. I take a deep sigh as I gather myself to grab the pieces of dress on the floor.

Something seems to snap in my brain as I slowly stand on my feet as I look around. I go to the closet where I keep my clothes, and grab a random dress. Once it's somewhat on I give one last look before leaving, and walking through this awful town. My daze-like eyes scan the town, and the forest as I walk ahead. I feel the forest floor poke at my feet.

Hamal pov

Everyone is laughing, cheering their drinks, overall having a good time. I look around the tavern for a certain (h/c) bar maid. I was actually going to talk to her this time. I've had enough of my own men making their own practical jokes about me. It's getting dark out, when I notice she still isn't here. I'm lifting my beer to my lips as Talen, a werewolf that has been on my crew for years, comes hurling through the people with a worried look on his face.

"There's something wrong with (y/n)."

"What do you mean?" I immediately sit up, slamming my beer mug down.

"I saw her walking in the town with this off look, and when I got close I smelt blood, and different human smells. When I came here she was heading to the woods." He hurries out.

I don't even respond, I just run out of the tavern to the woods. I can smell her blood like it's an arrow. I see a clearing up ahead, but when I come through I see my (h/c) haired barmaid standing on the cliff.

"(Y/n) don't!" I try to get her attention, but she jumps.

(Y/n) pov

I heard a deep voice yell at me, but it's too late. I'm hearing wind in my ears blocking everything out. My body crashes with the cold water making me lock up. I open my eyes to see the bubbles clear as I sink lower. I'm almost to the ground when my chest tightens. As my body makes contact with the ground I see two long cloud-like things swim around in a circle above me. I'm in awe as they come closer, and see half human octopus, and a mermaid. They grab my arms, swimming me to the top, making me gasp for air. I'm coughing as I'm squinting my eyes at them while they hold me up.

"You stupid girl! Why would you do that?" The octopus woman firmly talks.

"Octia please the poor thing doesn't need you berating her for her choices. Let's just get her to Kelim. Hopefully he can get all the water out of her lungs." The mermaid tries to reason.

I feel tentacles wrap around my waist, and arms around my shoulders guiding me to the small cave that was under the cliff. We go through a portal of some kind like pushing through a thin sheet. I'm placed on a dock with the mermaid sitting next to me.

"I'm sorry." I say softly as I black out.

I go in and out of consciousness. At one point I'm in a tent, the next a man is upside down looking at me, another I'm alone, but the final time I wake up I'm surrounded by a group of women, some with worried faces, some with curiosity, and some just looking at me. They gasp all at once, but the mermaid that helped me moves away. I stay just how I am until I see a man look over a woman's head.

"Good, you're awake. You gave the girls a fright." I just look at him. "I'm Kelim the doctor of this island, if you will. Sadly we don't know why you jumped, but you have a lot to learn. I got the water out of your lungs." He helps me sit up.

"Why would they help me?" I finally ask.

"Well I saw you jump, and Nixie felt your sadness. She says she felt something wanting to hold you." Octia answered.

I deeply sigh as I look at the cabin we were in, and how the water women are able to be inside from a small pool in the floor.

Hamal's pov

My men have kept their distance as we load up the ship. You could say I've been in a harsh mood these past couple of weeks, would be an understatement. I watched the woman I cared for deeply jump to her death, and I have a deep imagination of why. Talen was able to sniff out which scent it was, and found three of the King's guards as the owners. I take them to the forest, and let my men do as they wished with them as I sat on the edge of the cliff.

"We're all loaded up sir." A demon crewman softly tells me.

We set sail through the deep sea. It doesn't take long for a storm to come through. My life has just plummeted. The storm gets rougher as we try to fight the currents. As waves push and pull my ship I see what look like arms moving the waves. I glide as much as I can with the wind, and waves. My ship evens it as the wind dies down, but it's going to close to rocks. My men are pointing at things in the water. I see men and women merfolk push the ship in the direction of the land. My men start to shout, but when the elves are trying to calm everyone down.

"It's a portal. Relax!'' They yell to the others.

A portal? Why are they taking us there? We go through the portal to a whole other world full of different creatures. I point to the anchor to signal I'm stopping, and yell to the men to drop anchor. I watch from my wheel as my men jump from the sides to meet with the others. I watch as merfolk go onto land, crowding this certain cave.

I ignore it, thinking that it is their home, but when I see (h/c) hair come up from the water of the cave. My hands drop to the ship's railing, gripping it to the point of almost breaking it. The merfolk women move her to the front. I get a better look at my barmaid that has fins coming from out of her head. I watch her in complete awe like if I blinked she'd be gone. She moves with so much elegance as she moves in the water. I quickly grab a net as she gets to the ship's side. I pull her over the edge, finally having her in my arms.

"I watched you jump." I couldn't believe she's here.

"I…I know. Nixi, Octia, and Kelim helped me get my tail." She turns to the group of merfolk women. "I have a family again." She seems to be talking mostly to herself, but it makes me smile. "I heard you yell." She turns to me in a timid voice.

"I couldn't lose you, but I understand why." I sit on the bench I have behind my wheel. "One of my men, Talen, saw you walk through the town, and saw how dazed you were. Also since he's a werewolf he smelt…" I stop myself from saying anymore."Sadly I was too late." I lean my head against the side of hers. "I've watched you every night since I docked in that dreadful town. How you'd serve so many people with that darling smile, and even with my rambunctious crew, you laughed." I chuckle at a memory from my crew members falling off a table trying to dance on top. "I just couldn't keep my eyes off of you, and now I don't think I ever will." I look down at her tail causing her to giggle.

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spxcemuses · 2 months

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@thethiefsden asked: Ö

[ a character I’d consider rping. ] | Always Accepting

Nighttime settled aboard the icy ship, the ocean waves crashing against its hull and rocking it like a mother would their child’s crib. Everyone on board was asleep at the midnight hour. Everyone except for Captain Gutt. He would have been asleep by now if not for a particular sloth slash hostage tied up to one of the masts. He glowers from a nearby perch, letting out a soft growl in annoyance as he takes note of Sid’s sleeping habits. He was snoring, occasionally muttering obnoxious yet incoherent strings of words. One of his three-toed feet even thumped against the deck of the ship a few times, causing even more noise. It was a good thing he was tied up as well, otherwise he would be floundering on deck like a fish fresh out of the water. Maybe it would have served better to have him overboard.

The ape’s shoulders tense when Sid’s occasional noises formed into silence, now watching with malice as he wakes up from his sleep in a startle. Sid blinks a few times, eyes darting around and sensing that he was being watched by something…or someone. The fact that the sloth was uneasy made Gutt somewhat satisfied, yet it simply was not enough; he wanted to give a warning they would remember. Grabbing a nearby bone dagger, Gutt aims before hurling it with swift force, the blade now lodged in the wood just above the poor sloth’s head. Sid shrieks from having a weapon thrown at him, looking around with his heart hammering in his chest as the captain drops down with a heavy thud.

Gutt’s face emerged from shadow, the pale moonlight and reflections from the ice around them casting it in an eerie bluish light. His large, scruffy form loomed over Sid, being at eye-level with the sloth while giving him an observant once-over. Sid meanwhile held his breath, seeing Gutt lean forward a little too close and bear uneven teeth to him while he dislodged the blade from the mast. Gutt shushes Sid before the sloth could say any words in protest, pointing the tip of the sharp bone near his neck.

" Shhhshsh, quiet. No more noise from you aboard my ship tonight, sloth, or I won’t hesitate to throw you overboard. Do you understand? You better, or your days will be numbered... "

The sloth nods in quick succession at the ape's very evident threat, not wanting to cause trouble while aboard this ship. While they technically were being held hostage, it was slightly better than the situation they were in before. Gutt’s smile grows bigger and more menacing, glad that he was wise to follow his orders. Without another word, he slips back into the dark of night as quickly as he appeared, leaving Sid to be left alone with his thoughts.

#. muse considerations #thethiefsden #. answered #did i write a whole-ass drabble? yes. do i care? no. will it be for a character i may not even put on this blog? maybe.#but i don't care #his song slapped & ice age is a pretty decent franchise #i'm sure if i *were* to take him as a muse it'd be very divergent in terms of location/time #there isn't a ice age fandom (or a large one/one that i know of) anyway; especially for RP accounts #i could also portray sid ok; i like him as a character despite him being a goofy comic relief type

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middleearthpixie · 2 years

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The Tavern

Armitage Summer Splash #8 ~ The challenge continues thanks to @fizzyxcustard and @lathalea!

Trope: A Secret is Found Out

Quote: “Show Me Your Face”

RA Character: Guy of Gisborne

Relationship: Guy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: attempted rape, minor violence

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,702

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An arm snaked about your waist to lift you off your feet. A hand clamped over your mouth prevented you from screaming, and all of the flailing in the world did you no good, as your feet made contact with little but air. They swung wildly, glancing off a shin or a knee, but not doing much in the way of damage.

Terror bit into you with icy fangs as he dragged you away from the tavern’s kitchen door, and down the narrow path leading to the livery, which was quiet and dark for the night, with only a few stalls occupied. The air rushed from your body as he tossed you into a pile of scratchy hay and the tang of manure lay heavy in the air, which was fine, since you couldn't breath as his shadow loomed over you.

No. Not a shadow. You knew your attacker. At least, you recognized him. Everyone knew John Chandler. He had the magnificent reputation of being the village drunkard and you’d had more than one run-in with him, as he frequented your father’s tavern on a nightly basis. More than once, his hands found their way onto the serving girls’ bottoms, and more than once, your father tossed him bodily out of the tavern as a result.

You stared up at him, determined not to let him see just how frightened you were. Normally, you thought nothing of cuffing a man upside the head for attempting to take any liberties, and this most definitely counted as taking liberties.

But the truth was, you were frightened to your core. He was huge—fat mostly, but there was still a bit of muscle contained in his bulk. You’d heard the rumors of what he did to women he dallied with, and those were women with whom he wasn’t infuriated. You called attention to his wandering hands, clouted him in the back of the head, where his yelp echoed thorough out the taproom, and your father was quick to grab him by the ear and drag him to the door.

You hadn’t expected him to be lying in wait for you as you closed up for the night. You’d stepped out to empty the rubbish bin when he’d grabbed you.

“You need to let me up now,” you told him, fighting to keep the tremble from your voice. “Let me up and let me go home.”

“You need to stop telling me what I need do,” he spat as he stood over you, then dropped, one knee on either side you your legs. Thankfully, he kept most of his weight off you, for you didn't doubt he’d crush you otherwise.

“Throw me out, will he, and hit me, will you? I’ll show you what happens when a wench thinks to tell me what to do,” he growled, one of his large hands wrapping about both of your wrists. A sharp burn sang through your right shoulder as he slammed your hands into the hay above your head and pinned them there.

Then, to your horror, he reached for the fastenings on his trousers. You kicked, you fought to knock him from you, anything you could do to dislodge him you tried, making it impossible for him to do anything other than shift from one leg to the other as he struggled to hold you still.

Finally, with a barked, “Enough!” he drew back his hand and cracked you solidly across the face.

Bright lights exploded before your eyes and your skull rang like a church bell, stunning you into utter stillness as he shoved your skirts up past your knees.

You never saw the second man but then he was there. He dove at John, driving his shoulder into John’s side to tear him from you. A fist met flesh with a dull thwock, while you scrabbled away, to the back of of the stall, shoving your skirts back into place as you did. Black dots danced before your eyes, your heart hammering your ribs with such force, you thought for a moment you might faint.

But John wasn’t going without a fight and he was on his feet to hurl his considerable bulk at the man who’d come to your aid. He slammed your champion into the far wall, which bowed under the pressure, but remained intact. Both men groaned, sliding down along the slats, as John used momentum to flatten the other man beneath him.

“Get off him!” You grabbed the first thing you could find, a heavy shovel propped in the opposite corner. You grabbed it and swung to club Chandler solidly across the back. He let out a breathless, “Oooof!” and dropped like a sandbag.

Unfortunately, he landed flat on the other man, who also let out a harsh, “Ooof!”

“Oh, I beg your pardon!” You tossed the shovel into the hay pile and grabbed one of Chandler’s beefy arms to roll him off your savior, then froze when you saw who it was who’d come to your rescue.

Sir Guy of Gisborne. You knew him by name and reputation and had caught glimpses of him every now and again, but this was the closest you’d ever been to him and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t almost as terrified at the sight of him as you were in Chandler’s presence. Everyone knew he was cold and cruel and reveled in making people suffer in his pursuit of and determination to wield whatever power he could manage to grasp.

But, when he looked up at you, his eyes weren’t hard and cold,. Instead, concern filled them, softened them, and he winced as he slowly rolled facedown and carefully rocked back onto his knees. “Are you all right?”

You nodded. “I am. Thank you.” You narrowed your eyes at the trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. “And you?”

He swiped at the blood with his fingertips, looked down at it, then slowly nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

You held out a hand, which he just raised his eyebrows at, then got to his feet on his own. A hint of foolishness swirled through you as you lowered your arm. Not only was his lip cut, but he had the beginnings of a bruise beneath his right eye. “Come back to the Yewtree Inn and let me get a good look at that.”

“I’m fine.”

“Stop. It’s the least I can do, since you no doubt saved my sorry hide from a far worse fate than this.”

Without thinking, you caught him by the wrist, your fingers barely long enough to meet around it. You looked up at him. He towered over you, and dressed in black trousers and a black leather jacket, he looked every inch an avenging angel. Before this night, you’d have been terrified to be alone with Guy. But you weren’t afraid—not entirely, anyway. Being this close to him did rattle your senses a bit, but it wasn’t in an altogether terrible way. Not at all, really.

Then, he reached for you and the sudden movement had you jerking away from him. “What?”

“Easy,” he told you, shaking his head. “He bruised you. Perhaps you should let me look at that.”

“Then come with me and offer me no more argument.”

That earned you a surprising wry smile, and he did just that, allowing you to lead him away from the livery, down the narrow path that led to the back of the Yewtree Inn. It was quiet now. Your father would have retired for the night with whichever serving girl caught his eye, leaving you to close up for the night. Which was why you were the one carting rubbish out in the dead of night.

The tavern was almost eerily quiet, with only one fire burning and that was in the kitchen, which was equally quiet. You pointed to a chair at a long, scarred worktable. “Sit.”

He sighed, the chair creaking as he obeyed and you almost smiled. You’d expected far more of a fight from Sir Guy. You took a deep bowl from the cupboard and went out the well to fetch water, pausing in the doorway long enough to say, “I will be back in but a moment.”

He didn’t answer, but when you returned, you saw he had not moved from his chair. A somewhat clean rag lay on the sideboard, so you grabbed that and brought both it and the water over to him.

He eyed the bowl. “What are you doing?”

“Do not worry, Sir Guy. I won’t hurt you. I promise.” You smiled as you dunked the rag in the bowl, then leaned over to catch him by the chin. His skin was rough, a dark shadow of stubble shading the lower half of his face. You tried to move his head, to get a better look, but he refused to yield.

“Did he touch you?”

His question caught you by surprise and for a moment, you forget about his cut lip. “I beg your pardon?”

“Chandler.” He gestured with his head in the livery’s general direction. “Did he touch you?”

“No. Well, he had my hands pinned but—”

“Let me see them.”

“Show me your face and then you may see my hands.”

“Milady,” a heavy sigh wove through that one word, “my face is fine and dried blood washes off. Now,” he held out his ungloved hands, “if you would.”

“Oh, very well. Stubborn man.” With a low sigh, you let the rag slip back into the water and set your hands in his. His palms and fingertips were callused and rough-looking in the soft light of the fire. Your own hands trembled, but you held them out, and he caught one to turn it palm up. Those rough fingers brushed your delicate skin as if probing for broken bones, and when he found nothing, he released that hand to take your other and did the same to it.

“And your cheek?” He released your hands to bring one of his up to his own face.

The side of your face throbbed. It felt hot and doughy. “It’s but a bruise and will be fine in time. Now,” you reached for the cloth once more, “if I may?”

“Very well.”

Water sloshed softly as you wrung out the cloth and bent closer. You caught his chin once more to turn it slightly and as you did, his eyes slid in your direction, his gaze locking with yours. His eyes were a pale blue, a stark contrast to the wavy black hair framing his face. He was strikingly handsome, but it was a cold handsomeness, one that permeated no deeper than his skin, as far as you knew.

He said nothing as you dabbed at the cut in the corner of his mouth. This was the closest you’d ever been to Guy, and you never dreamed it would wreak the havoc on your senses that it had. You had to will your hands to not tremble, and your heart beat so much faster, your breath seemed so much harder to catch, and for a moment, you thought perhaps he felt it as well.

Before this night, you’d seen him so many times before and each time, wished you had some reason to cross paths with him. You had the feeling that there was more to him than he presented to the world, and perhaps it was but only a silly, girlish notion that he was not beyond redemption of any sort, but there were times when he haunted your thoughts.

You tried to shove those thoughts from your mind now and concentrate on your task. When you’d washed most of the blood away, you let the cloth sink into the bowl once more. “There. You are all finished.”

His eyes narrowed then and his hand rose to your cheek, far bigger than you’d imagined, even bigger than Chandler’s ham-hock sized hands, and that was saying something. You flinched, sucking in a sharp breath as he touched the tender knot where Chandler had struck you, and jerked away from him.

“Easy, milady, I promise you, I won’t hurt you,” he assured you once more, then caught you by the chin, his fingers oddly gentle as they came to rest against you. He tried to turn your head to the right, saying, “I want to see if he broke the skin or possibly the bone.”

“I told you, it’s but bruised and—” You let out a sharp hiss as he probed the doughy knot along your cheekbone.

His hand went still and he met your gaze once more. “I beg your pardon. Perhaps a bit of wine to help take away the pain?”

“I don’t think that would be wise. My father has a sixth sense about when his stores have been raided. I’d rather feel this pain than the pain he’d inflict if he thought I’d drunk his wine.”

“Then perhaps we should not help ourselves.”

You couldn't help your laugh, managing a smile as you said, “Perhaps not.”

Your eye watered as he moved over the swelling on your cheek and as the tears spilled over, he sat back and wordlessly drew a handkerchief from inside his jacket and pressed it into your hand.

“I apologize if I hurt you,” he said.

“No. It’s quite all right. I think I should just go up and go to bed. Come morning, perhaps it will be better.” You moved to stand, only to have him catch you by the forearm.

“Wait… I wanted to thank you. To let you know how much I appreciate this.”

“It’s the least I could do. You saved me from Chandler.”

“No. That’s not quite what I mean. I speak of the other things that you’ve done, the kindness you’ve shown me. I know it was you.”

“You knew what was me?” You could only stare at him. Who was this man, for he was not the same Guy you’d heard about, that you’d seen for yourself. Not the Guy that Nottingham knew. Where was his smirk, his cold brutality, his callous indifference to anyone else’e suffering? There was no trace of that now.

“Do you deny it?”

“Deny what?” You shook your head. “I haven’t any idea what it is you think I’ll deny.”

“Think you I don’t know?”

“Know what?”

A smile played at his lips and his eyes glinted in the flickering golden glow of the firelight. “Over the last few weeks, someone has been leaving a basket of goods at my doorstep. Apples, pies, a cake, even.”

You just stared. “And what has that to do with me?”

He took the lacy handkerchief he’d given you and ran it through his fingers. “Your initials, milady, are embroidered on the edge. I found it on the ground alongside a basket of scones last Tuesday.”

Heat flushed through you. He was never supposed to know about your sojourns out to Locksley Manor in the dead of night and the last time you ventured out there, you hadn’t realized you’d dropped your fool handkerchief until you’d gotten home. By then it was too late to venture back out. All you could do was hope he never figured out to whom it belonged.

For all the good that did. You stared at him. “Why do you think it was me? Mine are not the only initials that embroidery could stand for. It could be anyone else.”

“It smells of roses and cloves.” He leaned closer. “And a hint of cloves clings to you now. If you are not the one leaving them, it is someone who spends time in your kitchen.”

Heat swept through you. “I—I don’t know—”

He drew back and smiled. “Why do you blush?”

“Because you weren’t supposed to guess it was me.” You tried to ignore the heat of idiocy sweeping through you. You’d never intended for him to ever learn you were the one behind the gifts, for you were certain he’d just laugh at you. Laugh and call you a fool and you’d spent so many hours just longing for him, to have him laugh at you would destroy you.

“Why? Did you think I’d not appreciate the gestures?”

“I thought you’d laugh at me.”

“Why?”

“A silly tavern girl trying to win your heart through apple pies? It’s laughable, Sir Guy.”

“No.” To your surprise, he reached across the table and caught you by the fingers. Brushing his thumb along the back of yours, he added, “Apples are my favorite thing. How did you know?”

“I saw you over at the Rosemont’s fruit stall at the market a few weeks back and overheard you asking about them. We have more than enough and I thought you might like… well… you might like them. And I like to bake when I have the time, so… I thought I’d share with you.”

“So, you did this for no reason other than just for me?”

He said it so softly, and with hints one wonder and surprise, as if he couldn’t believe you would do such a thing for him. You nodded. “For you, yes. Does that surprise you?”

“It astounds me.”

“So, you aren’t about to laugh at me and tell me I’m a fool for thinking this way?”

He shook his head, the firelight dancing along the raven strands to streak them with rivulets of gold and amber. “No. It’s the last thing I wish to do to you. No one…” His voice cracked slightly, so he cleared his throat, “no one has ever done something like this for me.”

“I’d like to keep doing it. If you’d have me, that is.”

“Have you?”

You nodded slowly. “I know I’m only a tavern keeper’s daughter, but—”

“You are not only anything.” He stood up and leaned across the table. You thought he was going to kiss you. Your heart sped up and your eyes grew heavy lidded in anticipation, but he hesitated and for a moment, looked absolutely lost, as if he didn't know what he was supposed to do.

Your chair creaked as you stood, and your skirts swished softly as you moved about the table to stand before him. You caught his hands in yours and as he looked up, you said, “You can touch me, you know. I won’t bite you.”

“After what happened as Farran’s,” he said softly, “I didn't want to frighten you more than you were already frightened.”

“I’m not afraid of you any longer.” You tightened your fingers about his, and smiled as he drew near. Lifting your gaze to his, you smiled and said, “I’m not at all certain I was ever afraid of you entirely to begin with.”

A hint of a smile lifted his lips. Oh, he was so strikingly handsome, and when he smiled, he only became more so. He didn't smile often, at least you hadn’t seen it, but perhaps now that would change. Perhaps you would have the chance to soften his heart a little, to show him love unlike most of the people who’d passed thorough his life.

You linked your fingers with his as he closed the space between you. The top of your head only barely cleared his shoulders. He loomed over you and while he could be amazingly intimidating, you didn't feel that from him now. He made you feel safe. Now it was your turn to make him feel safe.

He eased his hand from yours to bring it up to your face once more, gently brushing what you thought was most likely a bruise by now. “I wish I’d gotten there sooner.”

“I will live and it will heal.”

His hand curved against your cheek, your eyes growing heavy at the warmth from his rough palm sinking into your skin. “I should have killed him for this.”

“Perhaps tomorrow. I’d much rather you kiss me instead.”

“Are you certain?”

You nodded. “I’ve never been more certain of anything.”

He remained where he was, however, as if afraid to come closer. You caught his face between your palms, let your thumbs just brush along the prickly shadow of what would become beard very soon. His eyes closed, his lashes thick black crescents against his cheeks. A hint of leather and crushed leaves, along with the faintest hints of horse, teased your nose when you pushed up onto your toes and every so gently brushed his lips with yours.

His breath hitched. You laid a hand against the fabric over his chest. His heartbeat came faint against your palm, slow at first, but as you angled in to kiss him again, it sped up. You splayed your hand across his cheek, just brushing the soft hair swept back over his ear. Your father was busy and would never know about this stolen moment with Guy.

Guy’s hands fell way from your face, coming to rest on your hips and as you teased along his lips with the tip of your tongue, then nudged between them, his fingers tightened to press harder into you. He slid them along the small of your back, folding you into his embrace, and when he pulled you flush against him, you sighed into his open mouth.

He lifted you as if you weighed nothing—and considering how small you were compared to him, you probably did weigh nothing to him—clasping you hard against him. When he finally drew back, you were equally breathless and pressing his forehead gently to yours, he whispered, “I do hope your father is a sound sleeper.”

“He is, but et’s do our best not to wake him, just to be safe.”

His soft laugh swept across your lips. “It’s a risk we’re taking you know.”

“I know,” you pulled back to smile up at him, holding his gaze as you added, “but I think it will be worth it, Sir Guy. I think you will be worth it.”

His eyes softened then, and when his lips founds yours once more, you wrapped your arms about his neck and lost yourself in his wonderful kiss.

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Danton pushed back against Anton, causing him to stumble backwards. Quick as a flash, Danton then jumped into the air, swinging his crowbar down towards Anton. Anton hopped back as Danton hit the scaffolding floor, with the crowbar smashing straight through the weak boards. Anton swung his hammer, it colliding with Danton, sending him flying and causing him to crash into a girder, though he managed to hang on to it

Danton: “BWAHAHAHAHA!!! This is amazing! I can’t remember the last time I fought like this!”

Anton: “I do… AND YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE IT!!!”

He leapt towards the same girder, performing a hammer bounce, causing it to shake violently as he landed on another one, huffing and puffing with fury

On the ground, Annie swung her mace towards Nina with reckless abandon, with Nina dashing away from her, cackling all the way. Occasionally, she would grab things and throw them at Annie, who would whack them with her mace, either smashing through them or sending them flying in a random direction.

Annie: “Oh my god… Get back here!”

Nina: “HAHA, NO!”

She hurled a pipe towards Annie, causing her to have to block it as Nina grabbed a rebar club. The pair lunged at each other, their weapons ready and maniacal smirks on their faces

Annie and Nina: “LETS DO THIS!”

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themrsackerman · 3 years

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Angel of Paradis

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Warnings: Spoilers from Season 4. Mentions of gun violence, blood, death

A/N: Now I know EP8 is only the beginning of the end but goddamn it hurts!! I love potato girl and losing her just tore me to bits. So here, take this. Its my way of coping I guess..

Levi is pissed off. From the start, he disliked the plan but it wasn't like Eren gave you all much of a choice. So the moment the kid got on the airship, he was welcomed with one of the captain's infamous kicks. The cockpit wall quakes with the impact and Hange sighs, shooting you a look. "I think you need to get out there and make sure Levi doesn't kill Eren, Y/n." She says exasperatedly and you nod, rising from your seat next to Onyankopon.

"I'll be right back." You say and she flashes you a knowing grin, shaking her head slightly. Even the commander knows you're the only one who could reign in the Levi Ackerman.

You see Levi on the corner glaring at Eren as he was being tied up. You sigh heavily, seeing Eren steaming as he heals. Jaw probably unhinged from the captain's kick. You sat beside him on the bench and pulled out a handkerchief, wiping his face clean from dirt and blood.

"Y/n-san." He greets you monotonously and you gave him a kind smile. "Hey, kid." You greet back, tucking loose strands of his now long hair behind his ear.

Your heart aches at the sight. He used to have so much fire, had the same will to fight for humanity that you only ever saw in your mentor, Erwin. Now all you see is ember of pure hatred and cold blooded need for revenge. "I'm glad you're okay." You murmur. Eren's blank stare softens for a second and a small smile hints the corner of his mouth. "Glad to see you too, Lieutenant." He says quietly and out of the corner of your eyes, you see Levi roll his eyes and make a disgruntled sound as he turns around.

You walk up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Levi meets your gaze with his dull gray ones for a second and sighs, his expression softening too. At this you smile a little and say, "We still have a long battle to fight ahead of us, Captain. Things might not have gone smoothly, but we won today." You remind him and as if proving your point, right on the other side of the ship you hear the soldiers celebrate as they reunite.

"You're right." He agrees. Levi then takes a deep breath and grabs the hand you placed on his shoulder so he can bring it to his face. He turns his head and placed a chaste kiss on your palm. Your heart flutters at the gesture. It isn't grand but was still something you couldn't quite get used to. You two never declared your love for one another, never really had the luxury of time or chance to do so, but small acts like this was enough to let you know that your presence provided him the calm he sorely needs. And that was all you want. Be his peace in this war.

"I'm going to check if the rest of the squad made it back up." You tell him, grazing your thumb on his lower lip and he reluctantly lets you go. "Be back as soon as you can. Meeting will start as soon as this fucking monkey heals enough." He says, cold glare flashing at the other Jaeger who is a pile of steam still laying on the ground. "Okay, I'll just check on Lima's squad. They're the last ones to be picked up supposedly." Levi nods again and watches you leave before turning to talk to Yelena.

You smile past Floch and the other soldiers who are weeping, hugging and making their tributes for those whom had fallen in battle. You then saw three of the soldiers you've grown close with through the years. They were huddled in the corner, sharing a hug.

You hear Jean say in protest, "Dont hug people with that lump ass iron gear on.", while shrugging off Connie's arm. You chuckle at this and tackled him back to the embrace. "Shut the hell up, Jean. I would take Connie's armored hugs any day!" To which the trio whines out, " Lieutenant Y/l/n!!" when you squished them tight.

Although the new gear designed by Hange was in deed not made for hugging, you four relaxed in the uncomfortable embrace. Grounded by the fact that you all made it safe despite the battle you had just gone through. Connie and Sasha smile up at you while Jean tries to still look annoyed, although the softness in his eyes says otherwise.

The soldiers left below start coming in and the cheering just grows even louder. You didn't have the heart to stop them because you yourself are quite happy that today was a success despite some casualties. Now, you have the War Hammer titan as well and were able to destroy the fleet. Now, the Eldians' chance stands higher against this damn war.

"Did you hear that just now?"

Sasha asks out of the blue and you turn to her in wonder. Honestly you couldn't hear anything but the soldiers celebrating. But out of the lot of you, you know Sasha's sense of hearing is far superior than all of you combined. So you take a step back from the crowd and actually looked around.

"Hey, quiet down!!"Jean yells over the chanting but Floch shouts, "Make some noise! Victory!!!" And was echoed by the rest as they embraced and pumped their fists in the air.

"Hey!" Jean tries again only to be pulled by Connie to the side to ask, "Isn't Lobov-san still out there?"

"No, I think he came aboard." Jean says thoughtfully and this was when something didn't sit quite right with you. Commander Lobov is a man that is hard to miss. And with his dedication to this mission to make up for his years being a useless garrison, he would be amongst the soldiers cheering the loudest for the said victory.

Your instincts has never failed you before and its the very reason why you are so good at your job and able to survive this long. But sometimes, you wish that your instincts aren't always right because you always perceive danger. And right now, every fiber of your being is telling you something is fucking wrong.

That if you were to look out the airship right now, you'll probably see the commander lifeless.

Or worse, an enemy may have made its way up to the ship.

Your blood runs cold for a split second before you acted purely out of instinct. You shove Sasha to the side, dreading as you head for the airship's side door and at the exact moment.. someone aboards.

Your gaze met the kid's muddy brown ones. It was determined, filled with fury and you saw that there isn't any trace of hesitation as her finger pulls the trigger. You knew you didn't stand a chance judging by look on her face and her sure aim on your torso. The word of warning you want to let out was caught in your throat as she fires.

You remember seeing those crazed brown eyes and then the ceiling of the airship the next. The sensation of what can only be compared to fire piercing your skin spreads through your chest and insides like molten metal. You hear the indistinct noise of the soldiers' voices grow louder yet muffled at the same time around you.

From happy cheers to manic, hysterical screaming.

You couldn't catch your breath at first and you aren't sure from which. Was it from falling flat on your back? Or was it the searing pain that made tears leak from your eyes?

And then above the chaos, you hear your three closest comrades call your name in unison.

"Lieutenant Y/n, hey!!!" Connie's frantic voice shrill through the limited space of the ship. "Hang in there, hey!" You feel him rattle you, placing his rough calloused hand against your cheek. Jean's panic stricken face comes to your field of vision and you whimper, "A kid." You gasp. "In the airship."

"Bandages! Now! We need to stop the bleeding!" Jean commands shakily and the rest of the soldiers that aren't capturing the two intruders scramble to get the med kit and the captain.

"Y/n-san, please hold on until we make it to the island!!" Connie pleads but hopelessness crawls his veins as he sees your blood flood the wooden floors.

"Keep him safe." You whisper out to nobody. The captain in mind. Your eye lids grow heavy but you didn't want to close them. No. You can't die. You promised him.

"Don't you dare die on me, Y/l/n." His voice echoes in your mind, compelling you to keep breathing despite how excruciating it feels.

Sasha who was frozen at first, snapped out of her shock as she hears Connie's voice call your name out of sheer panic when your eyes fall close. She then runs to meet the soldier carrying the bandages and was at your side in an instant. With trembling hands, Sasha tries with all her might to wrap you up and stop the bleeding.

"No, no, no, no!!" She starts sobbing while watching the bandage turn red, your gushing blood seeping through no matter how tight she puts the wrap around you. "Y/n-san, no, you can't leave us like this." Sasha hiccups, wiping her tears hastily before grabbing your now cold clammy hand and pressing it to her face. "Please!" She cries, eyes falling close.

If you hadn't pushed her, if you didn't step in her place, it would have been her that got shot. Guilt rakes through her as she watches you desperately fight for your life.

You can feel yourself drifting and you felt helpless. You then meet Sasha's, Jean's and then Connie's gaze, muttering with your remaining strength, "Protect him." And it was no request but an order.

Jean stumbles away, his hands going over his ears, unable to stand your labored breaths and Connie and Sasha's whimpering. Jean felt like hurling when Floch turned the kids to him. The other responsible for you being on the brink of death.

But to those two kids, they are the enemies who wreck havoc to their hometown. Floch wanted to kill them and throw them out but what good would that do? Would taking their lives save yours? And knowing you, who practically treat soldiers like them like your kids even though you were just a few years older than them, you would be disappointed in him at the mere thought of hurting these kids.

Jean can almost hear your angelic voice, "They're just children." You would say. So with a vexed expression and heavy turmoil growing within him, he ties them up and led them to where the captain and commander are.

Jean swallows hard when the captain's cold gaze met his and asks, "Who are these kids?"

By the looks of it, he still does not know.

"They killed Lobov-san and used his gear to come aboard." A lump forms in his throat, suddenly can no longer meet the captain's gaze. "A-and this one here, she.. shot Lieutenant Y/l/n."

Levi's eyes widen. Did he just hear Jean correctly? You? Shot? You were with him just minutes ago. No, how is that possible?-

"Captain, I-I don't think she'll make it." He continues, voice faltering. The grievance in Jean's face make Levi's blood run cold. He stumbles forward a bit as Armin and Mikasa run past him but he seemed frozen in his tracks.

No.

You got hurt but you'll pull through this. You always have. You promised him. And you are one of the toughest people he knows.

Levi tries to convince himself as he glared back at Zeke. He tries to distract himself from the cold fear of losing you with the blinding rage he feels for the Beast Titan wielder. But then, the door swings open again and Levi felt something terribly wrong right away.

And when Connie appears with tears sliding down his face and says,

"Y/n-san.. is dead."

Levi's entire world shifts.

Everyone was shellshocked for a moment. Because how could you be gone just like that? When you were just with them just minutes ago providing comfort to all of them? Passing by and giving them a wave of peace and calmness like the angel that you are.

Hange wobbles, her knees growing weak and its as if someone had punched her in the chest. The pain reminiscent as the day she watched Moblit vanish before her eyes. You were her right hand woman. Her confidant.

Eren's head hung in disbelief. His mind clouded by your kind smile just earlier and telling him you're actually glad to see him. Him. The monster who had just devastated a whole town and killed probably thousands of people. He thought that by now, he'd have gotten used to losing the people around him but losing you is gutting him. Its was like losing family. A sister.

"Connie.. did Y/n-san have any last words?" He asks mindlessly, wanting to know what your last thoughts were. Connie blinks through his tears and his eyes drifts to the captain, whose face was undreadable and knuckles threatening to split open at how tightly his balled fists are clenched.

"She said.. 'Protect him.'" Connie mutters and Levi's facade breaks.

The mob of weeping soldiers parted as the captain staggers to the back of the ship where you lay. Armin and Mikasa were still curled up beside you, their faces red and puffy from wailing. Both of them reluctantly stood up and stepped away as he walks closer. His gaze was still trained on the ground as he puts one foot in front of the other.

He shudders and stop midstep as his foot steps on the crimson stained wood. Before he knows it, he falls on his knees with a thud. Your pale hand comes into his field of vision and he takes a deep shakey breath as he reaches for it. His eyes darts everywhere but your face. The bandage on your middle, the boots on your feet that he had his fair share of shinning as his token of appreciation for you making his morning teas, the emblem of the Wings of Freedom embedded on your breast plate.

Your hand felt cold and stiff against his. A stark contast of the warmth it exuded on his cheek just moments ago.

"Y/n?" He croaks.

Suddenly his breathing shallows as the deafening silence stretches on. He can still smell you but can no longer feel you although you're right fucking there. Levi wanted this to some fucked up nightmare. But then, as he steels his nerves and finally looked at your face, his heart shatters.

Your hair is uncharacteristically dishevelled, e/c eyes lifeless, pupils middilated and your mouth parted ever so slightly.

Levi pulls you in his arms frantically, plethora of would have been and should have been anchoring his heart into a sea of regret.

He should have never let you out the damn door.

He should have held you tighter.

He should have you talked to you longer.

He should have told you.. he loves you.

He never even got to tell you.

Levi's face crumples, face reddening before a resentful yell erupts from him. The soldiers wince at the sound. It was pure agony and it pierces through each and everyone of them, bringing the lot of them back to tears if they ever stopped in the first place.

The entire flight back to Paradis, Levi held you the way he wished he did while you were still with him.

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midgardianweasley · 3 years

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Keep you safe

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Avenger!reader

Summary: When the civil war breaks out among the team, what happens when you find yourself and your girlfriend on opposite sides of the fight?

Warnings: Extremely minor cursing, angst, injury, ends in fluff

Word Count: 1.8k words

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“Vision, you can’t keep her prisoner here” I announced to what seemed like a brick wall. The S.H.I.E.L.D. meeting was only this morning and already it felt like the team was beginning to drift. Tony and Steve were fighting, not being able to agree on where they stand regarding the Sokovia Accords and whether we should sign our rights away. Wanda, not being a US citizen and having been a big part of the incident in Sokovia, has been put under Vision’s watch for protection. But from what i’ve seen, I think Wanda can protect herself just fine.

“It’s not imprisonment, Y/N, this is for her safety.”

“Safety? She’s fully capable of walking to the shops on her own.”

“I think some members of the team would disagree, Nata-”

“Don’t, Vision. Please.” I sighed, rubbing my forehead, the stress going straight to my temples upon remembering the events from this morning with my girlfriend.

Nat and I had just walked out of the meeting room, thoughts flooding both of our heads. We were exhausted, the emergency meeting not giving us enough time to wake up with a coffee before having to be fully functional. My head was resting on her shoulder, her head on top of mine as we stood in an abandoned corridor, revelling in the peace and quiet. It was a few minutes before one of us decided to speak up.

“You okay, голубка?” She whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head before returning to her previous position.

“Mhmm, I think so. My head is officially fried though and it’s not even 9am yet.”

“We’ll get some coffee in us soon.”

“I think we’ve earned it” I mumbled, earning a slight chuckle from the both of us, returning back to the silence for only a couple of minutes before a thought crossed my mind.

“I feel bad for Wanda. She must feel terrible.”

“I know. Hopefully this whole Accords business can be of help.”

“Well, that would be nice, but we’re obviously not signing that.” An airy laugh left my lips, amused at the idea of signing away any freedom we could have for ourselves. I felt Nat’s body go rigid beside me, suddenly feeling tense. I pulled away slightly and looked up to see a frown taking over her features.

“You’re not going to sign?” She spoke, suddenly sounding more awake, albeit still having a gentle tone, but I could feel the disbelief behind her words.

“I wasn’t planning on it, no. Are you?”

“I feel like it would be a good idea. Maybe we need a little more guidance to go about our missions.”

“This isn't guidance, Nat. This is essentially locking us away just without the bars.”

“It’s protection.”

“It’s losing our freedom!” I bluntly responded, almost shocked that we weren’t on the same page about this. We both stood across from each other now, arms crossed and staring into each other's eyes, all tiredness beforehand gone and replaced with fire.

“I need some air” She groaned, walking away towards the exit, signalling the end of that conversation.

“Nat-”

“I’ll see you at home, okay?” Not giving me a chance to respond, having walked out the door before I could utter a word. I guess coffee is the least of my problems now.

Lost in my daydream, I hadn’t even noticed that Clint had walked in and was currently fighting Vision. Wait, Clint?

“Clint? I thought you retired?”

“Ah nice to have you back.” He choked, currently caught in a headlock with Vision. I stood next to Wanda, the two of us sharing a look of confusion. “We need to go, Cap needs us.”

“You can’t overpower me, Clint.” Vision spoke, still holding his grip.

“I know i can’t, but she can”

I looked beside me once again and saw Wanda beginning to use her powers, and before I knew it, Vision had fallen to the ground..and further until we could no longer see him.

“We need to go” The archer rushed, taking Wanda by the hand and leading her outside. I was yet to be clued in on what exactly was going on, but I knew one thing, this couldn’t be good.

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It was absolute chaos everywhere. Steve, much like Tony, had recruited a small team of his own, some familiar faces, some new, the ant guy was pretty cool. However, there hadn’t been much time to admire the different skill sets and powers that had been brought to the table before both sides had run towards each other. Especially considering seeing the recognisable assassin on the other side had brought on a wave of sickness, fighting her was the last thing I wanted to do.

While Bucky had taken to fighting who I assumed to be Blank Panther and Sam was in the air, I’d stuck to helping Steve, not wanting to get involved in the fight Clint was having with Natasha. This teenager had started shooting webs at Captain, and while I know he was on the opposite side, I had to admit, he was pretty good at fighting.

“He also said to go for your legs” He chuckled, again shooting webs at the supersoldier and holding him back from retrieving his shield.

“Hey Spidey” I called, gaining his attention.

“Hi”

“Might wanna drop the Captain, yeah?”

“I can’t. I gotta impress Mr Stark”

“Look, this isn’t your fight, you don’t know what’s going on” I tried to reason, falling onto deaf ears, or just stubborn, as he then shot his webs at me and tried to pull. His eyes shrunk in confusion as he couldn’t flip me, my power of immobility coming in handy.

“Why-” He groaned, still trying to flip me. I lifted my hands, grabbed the webs and flung him into one of the loading crates that were scattered around, my super strength making the impact a lot harsher, but not enough to cause major injury.

“Thanks Y/N” Steve spoke, a quick nod of approval was shared before I caught a glance of another fight going on. Wanda’s holding a crate, trying to take someone flying above it out, completely oblivious to Vision starting to come towards her. Looking down slightly, I saw who was directly underneath.

“Shit” I mumbled, running as fast as I could towards them, avoiding gunfire and punches along the way.

“Language!”

“Sorry! Jeez” I directed towards the man now running in a different direction.

Vision was much closer to them than I was, no matter how quickly my feet took me. It was no use trying to warn Wanda, I wouldn’t get there in time. I had to go with plan B.

“Nat! Move!”

She quickly turned and caught sight of me, giving me a confused glare that didn’t last long before I pushed her away from where she was standing, out of harm's way.

“What the hell Y/-” She hadn’t managed to finish her sentence before her eyes widened in horror at the large crate suddenly falling from Wanda’s hold and onto me. My arms lifted quickly to hold it, slightly wobbling due to not being in the centre of it.

“Is there anything behind me?”

“Wha-”

“Is there anything behind me?!” I spoke more urgently, not knowing how much longer I could hold it.

“No, no you’re clear.” Natasha responded, I thanked her silently with a nod.

‘Okay. you’ve got this. One. Two-’ I thought to myself.

With the remaining strength I could have gathered, I bent down slightly and pushed, sending the metal hurling upwards while I ran forward. Overestimating how high i’d thrown it, the bitter reality hit me, quite literally as it fell onto my leg, sending me face first towards the ground.

“Wanda!” Was all I could hear before I felt my head placed in someone’s lap and the world went black.

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My head pounding like a hammer had been a lovely wake up call, followed by a throbbing pain in my leg which I'd looked down to see was lying along a row of pillows. My eyes darted around the room and I recognised the photo on the bedside table beside me. It was a photo of Natasha and I standing in the rain laughing at a joke we can’t remember anymore, but it must’ve been funny according to the huge smiles on our faces. The love in our eyes was enough to make galaxies jealous.

A knock on the door had interrupted my train of thought, opening before I had a chance to respond, Natasha walked in, a guilty look taking over her face.

“Hi”

“Hey. You okay?” I questioned, earning a smile and a scoff to come out of The Black Widow’s mouth.

“Am I okay? Really?”

“I-”

“You ask me if i’m okay when you’re lying there with a broken leg and just woken up from being knocked out, because you decided to throw yourself into danger.”

“You had a tonnes worth of metal about to fall on you. Forgive me if i didn’t want a squished girlfriend.” I defended myself, not entirely certain on how this is turning into being my fault.

“You could have died”

“But I didn’t”

“But you could’ve, Y/N!”

“Love-”

“I can’t lose you” Her voice broke. Only then had I managed to really take a look at her. Her eyes had clouded over, her hair was all over the place, her nose running slightly. A pang of guilt hit me, not knowing that my action had affected her so much.

“Can you come here? Please?” She hesitated, but soon made her way round to the other side of the bed and sat herself down, making herself comfortable in my arms that I held open for her, hands immediately going to run through her hair. Small sniffles could be heard in the otherwise silent room, each one having a kiss pressed against her head in response.

After a couple of minutes, the silence was broken again.

“I’m sorry, moya lyubov, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to keep you safe.”

She turned her head up slightly to look at me, a small smile playing on her lips

“I know. i just panicked. I want you to be safe too.”

“I’m okay. I’m here. I promise.” I kissed her head again. “How does a bath and a movie sound?” A small sigh left her lips at the suggestion.

“You’ll join?”

“I’ll join”

A small but passionate kiss was exchanged, followed by a few quick pecks before the redhead walked off towards our bathroom, the sound of running water filling the air not long after.

No matter the mission, the fight, the argument or the disagreements, we’ll always protect one another. We don’t need the Sokovia Accords for that.

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anthemxix · 3 years

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I'm playing through skyward sword rn and realized this dude has litteraly zero hesitation when it comes to diving off cliffs and such, like he grew up doing it to get around skyloft so to him its just completely normal to dive headfirst off cliffs to get somewhere. Imagine how the other heros reacted the first time Sky just throws himself off a cliff like it's nothing lol

lol, you're so right! the boys' first time on skyloft, sky just yeets himself over the edge~

most of them: O_O !?!?!?

wind and wild: :D !!! -start to get out their deku leaf and paraglider, respectively-

twilight: -smacks both of their hands- i can't believe i have to say this, but no one else will be jumping off the floating sky island!

*later*

time: -clamps his hands on sky's shoulders- sky. please don't ever do that again.

legend: at least give us some warning first.

time: no, no. look at me, sky. never. never. do that again. you just shaved a decade off my life.

(but sky keeps doing it, of course. he can't help it. time just accepts it with the weariest of sighs, gaining new grey hair every time.)

- - -

ehhhh, i also used this as an excuse to write a liddol sky & wars drabble. hope you enjoy~ :3

Warriors stands squarely in the middle of the tiny floating landmass, peering dubiously at the clouds far below. "I take it this is your Hyrule, then?"

"Yes!"

Balancing on his toes, Sky shades his eyes as he searches for something in the distance. He teeters right on the edge of the island. Warriors refrains from grabbing his sailcloth and dragging him further inland. (Not that there’s much "inland" to speak of. He could cross this puny hunk of rock in three strides, tops.)

Sky breaks into a grin and points to the silhouette of another floating island. "Skyloft is right over there!"

"Great. So what's the plan for getting there, exactly?"

Even though Sky's responding laugh is an airy, jubilant sound with no hint of mischief, it unnerves Warriors.

He suddenly has a terrible feeling about what's to come.

"With my loftwing, of course!"

"Your…pet bird?"

Everyone on Skyloft has a feathered companion gifted to them by the goddess Hylia herself, according to Sky, but Warriors fails to see how that connects to their present situation.

"He’s more than just a pet!" Sky grabs Warriors' hand. "I can't wait for you to meet him! Let’s go!"

"Go wh—?"

But the Captain's question is cut off as Sky hurls himself over the precipice and, with unanticipated strength, yanks Warriors along with him.

They fall. Warriors' stomach swoops, detached from gravity. He opens his mouth (maybe to say What the hell, Sky? or maybe to scream. He's not sure.), but his voice catches in his throat like a fly in a skulltula's web. Over the rush of wind assailing his ears, he hears Sky unleash a shrill, sharp whistle, and glances over to see his friend looking positively euphoric.

That does nothing to allay his anxiety.

Then, without warning, a blur of bright red overtakes Warriors' vision, and he collides with something hard. Before he can register what's happening, Sky draws him up into a sitting position and yells, "Hold on to me!"

The instruction is unnecessary. Warriors has already firmly vised his arms around Sky's waist, and he has absolutely no intention of letting go any time soon.

Dazed, he gazes down at red feathers, at giant flapping wings, at a gangly neck and a massive, blunt bill, and oh my gods. This is Sky's loftwing. Sky's pet is a gargantuan monster bird, and they are riding it like a horse.

The loftwing flies much more swiftly than Warriors expects of such a large creature, and he closes his eyes to avoid becoming nauseated from the cream-colored clouds zooming by at high speed. Admittedly, he also wants to avoid looking down. He's never had trouble with heights before, but he's also never rocketed through the literal stratosphere before, either, so he thinks his fear here is justified.

By far, though, the scariest thing about this experience is Sky. Sky is laughing. Laughing like he's having the time of his life.

That laugh will never sound sweet and spirited to Warriors again. Oh, no. That is the laugh of a lunatic.

"Okay, get ready to jump!" Sky calls.

"Wha—?"

But once again, his question goes unfinished as Warriors is dragged off the back of the monstrous bird. He braces himself for the unsettling sensation of weightlessness, but it doesn't come. Instead, he promptly crashes into the ground, as graceless as a fledgling on its first venture from the nest.

"Oh! Sorry, Captain!" Sky says cheerily as he pulls Warriors to his feet. Heart hammering, Warriors sways, appreciative of Sky's steadying grip on his elbow as he tries to catch his breath. "Wasn't that amazing? I've missed flying so much!"

Blinking away the beginnings of vertigo, Warriors opens his eyes to see the loftwing is already a streak in the distance, a vibrant brushstroke of red paint against a colorless sky. And Sky, of course, is still grinning like a maniac.

"Amazing," Warriors huffs, raking a hand through his wind-tousled hair. "Sure. That's one word for it."

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #fanfic #warriors #sky #anthem answers #anthem writes

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cdelphiki · 3 years

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Tim had the hiccups.

Aside from being really annoying, they kind of hurt, too. The deep sort of hiccup that made his whole chest contract with each spasm.

They’d been going on five minutes, now and Tim was at his wits end. He was trying to finish up a report for WE, in the short hour between dinner and patrol. But that wasn’t happening, now was it? Every few seconds his whole body convulsed, basically, with some of the loudest hiccups he’d ever managed to produce.

What even caused hiccups, anyway? He’d been doing literally nothing, but sitting criss cross on his bed, leaning over his laptop. Just like he did all the time. When staying at the manor…..

At least at his apartment he’d sit on the couch, or something. But bad posture wasn’t a cause of hiccups, was it?

If he couldn’t get them to go away, he wouldn’t be able to patrol, either.

Surely they wouldn’t last that long…. He had another fifteen minutes until he needed to suit up.

Tim took a deep breath and held his breath again, as he lay back on his bed. He’d already tried this method. Twice. But maybe if he lay down it would help it along.

Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…

The hiccup that came was the most painful of them all, forcing Tim to gasp for air.

“Shit.”

Now he had to start over.

He was up to twenty-three when a shadow came across his door, and Tim was forced to look over. He’d left his door open, and was now regretting it.

Immensely.

Because Damian scoffed and said, in his signature sneer, “Drake. What is your problem? I can hear you in my bedroom.”

Which wasn’t impressive, since their rooms were literally across the hall from each other.

Just another reason why Tim definitely shouldn’t have left his door open.

Instead of answer, though, Tim just let go of his breath and opened his mouth wide, letting the next hiccup to come out. Loudly.

Actually it was pretty damn impressive, how loud it was. Might have even been the world record.

“Tt,” Damian huffed, “Well, in that case.”

Tim barely had half a second to react.

Because the fucking demon brat pulled a knife.

And hurled it at him.

“What the fuck,” Tim screeched, as he rolled to the side, away from the knife. He tumbled right off the bed, hitting the ground in a loud thud that nearly knocked the air right out of him.

What the fuck.

It was just the fucking hiccups.

Sure, they were annoying, but murder Tim annoying??

He was the one suffering with them! Damian could have just closed his door.

Tim’s heart was hammering as he jumped up, holding his hands up in a defensive position. The bed was now between him and Damian, but he could not stay on the ground.

Not with Damian apparently out for his blood!

“Did it work,” Damian asked, raising an eyebrow as he clasped his hands behind his back.

And.

Just.

What?

“Did what work, you little demon,” Tim snapped, narrowing his eyes. Clearly he wasn’t dead, so his murder attempt hadn’t worked, no.

Again.

“I have been told scaring someone cures them of the hiccups,” Damian said, evenly, “Did it work?”

Tim blinked. And stood up from his ready stance… waiting. Ten seconds. Twenty…

“Maybe,” he admitted. When a full thirty seconds had passed, and Tim hadn’t hiccuped once, he had to smile. A touch.

Then scowl. “What if I hadn’t dodged?” he demanded. Getting stabbed was way worse than suffering through the hiccups for a while longer.

Way worse.

“Then it would have hit you,” Damian said, as he rocked back on his feet, a touch. Clearly highly pleased with himself.

“And maybe died!” Tim exclaimed.

“Don’t be dramatic,” Damian said, entering Tim’s room, “I was not aiming for anything vital.”

“That doesn’t excuse being stabbed,” Tim shouted. What the fuck was wrong with Damian, honestly.

Damian rounded the bed, so Tim tensed up, preparing himself to dodge another attack. But Damian passed right by him and picked his knife up from where it’d landed, on the floor by the wall.

“It’s a rubber knife, Timothy,” he said derisively, rolling his eyes dramatically. He shook the knife, and sure enough it wobbled. Then he grabbed it by the ‘blade,’ tightly, and held it out to Tim.

Tim took it, hesitantly, and inspected it.

And sure enough, it was rubber. And entirely useless. Wouldn’t even be good as a blunt weapon, honestly. It was that soft.

“Oh,” he said, dumbly. Furrowing his brow, he asked, “Wait, why are you carrying around a rubber knife?”

Damian didn’t answer, though. Instead, he adverted his eyes and shifted from one foot to the other.

“It’s so you can throw it at me, isn’t it?” Tim asked flatly, already knowing the answer.

With a grin, Damian plucked the knife out of Tim’s hand, and made his way out of his room. He paused in the doorway just long enough to say, “Good night, Timothy,” before crossing the hall into his own room.

“You’re a creepy demon, you know that,” Tim shouted, as Damian shut his bedroom door. It was his mandatory night off, and he was likely going to stay up all night not sleeping, doing whatever the fuck demons did. Video games or something.

But as Tim took a deep breath, without being interrupted by a hiccup from hell, he was a little glad for Damian and his craziness.

Especially since it meant he wasn’t going to be benched for having the hiccups, and then forced to spend the night with him across the hall. Plotting his murder.

With rubber knives, apparently.

#idk its supposed to be a drabble but its 955 words #idk what a fic that long is called #a ficlet?#no idea #its just fluff i guess #or maybe crack #tim & damian #random scene #red robin #robin #batman #batfam #tim drake #damian wayne #c writes #i havent written a pointless thing like this in so long lmao

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calpalirwin · 3 years

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The Falcon and the Newlyweds

Summary: After Steve travels back in time to reunite you and Bucky, he retires as Captain America, but you’re just getting started. (aka exactly like TFATWS but better?)

A/N: All credits to original owners/writers of TFATWS series. Added details/characters and minor storyline changes are of my own imagination.

Word Count: 6.2k

And away, and away we go!

Episode 5

When Sam suggested the three of you go find John, you shook your head vehemently. “No. No, I don’t want to,” you whispered.

“Doll, we’re afraid we’re gonna hurt him, too,” Bucky admitted.

You still continued to shake your head. “I-I’m not worried about us… I-”

“Oh…” Bucky said in sad realization. “Oh, doll. You don’t have to be afraid of him. He lost control, and I think even he knows that. He’s still the idiot we hate. And yeah, by the looks of it he managed to snag a vial of the serum, which makes him like me now.” Bucky shuddered at the thought. “But someone needs to find him.”

“I don’t want to…”

“That’s okay. Sam and I can go. We can take you back to the apartment, and then Sam and I can go.”

“No. Bucky you can’t go.”

“I’m not letting Sam go by himself.”

You looked over at Sam, who was standing there with his hands in his pockets. “Look, Y/N. I know you saw an ugly side to John. I get that fear. Okay? I do. Buck used to scare me the way John just scared you. But Buck’s right. Someone has to find him, and it’s better if we do it. And look, throughout all of this, have Buck and I ever let you get close to getting hurt?”

“No…”

“Exactly. And if it makes you feel better, Buck and I will do the talking. Just come with us so we know you’re not alone. Please?”

“Okay,” you finally nodded. “But please don’t fight him if you don’t have to.”

“Never thought I’d hear you say that, much less agree with it,” Bucky tried to joke. “Sam, you still got Sharon tracking him?”

“Yeah, c’mon.”

~~~

Sam led the way to a building that was closed off for construction, easily locating John inside. “Walker,” Sam started.

“You guys should see a medic,” John interrupted. “You don’t look so good.” Long gone was the high and mighty tone he usually addressed you all with. His tone was also void of any attitude or malice. It was chilling to see him looking and sounding so void.

“Stop, Walker,” Sam started again, as John started to walk past you all.

“What?” he scoffed, the attitude and raised voice coming out. “You saw what happened. You know what I had to do. I killed him because I had to! He killed Lemar!”

“He didn’t kill Lemar, John,” Bucky said simply, keeping his own tone calm to not anger the other man, and cause another outburst of rage. “Don’t go down that road. Believe me, it doesn’t end well.” Sage advice from one previously unhinged super soldier to a currently unhinged one.

“I’m not like you,” John insisted.

Bucky gave a sad shake of his head, and you gripped his hand in yours reassuringly. If John didn’t want to listen to someone who’d been where’d he’d been, and under much worse conditions, that was on John, not Bucky.

“Listen,” Sam stepped in. “It was the heat of the battle, okay? If you explain what happened, they may consider your record. We don’t want anyone else to get hurt. John, you gotta give me the shield, man.”

Slow realization swept across John’s face. “Oh… so that’s what this is. You almost got me. I should’ve known when she didn’t have any smartmouthed remarks for me.” His gaze swept over you, chillingly so.

“Mistakes happen,” you said, your voice quiet. “Let them help you so this doesn’t get worse.”

“You don’t wanna do this,” John said, his attention back on Bucky and Sam.

“Yeah, we do,” Bucky responded.

There was a momentary pause as Bucky and Sam looked at each other, and nodded. In a swift movement, Bucky guided you backwards with his arm, then advanced on John with Sam.

Two against one, you watched as Bucky and Sam tried to outfight John, punches and kicks flying in every direction, vibranium fist colliding with vibranium shield. You pressed yourself against a wall, making yourself as small as possible, heart hammering in your chest as you watched the scene unfold.

Any fear you had turned to blood boiling rage when John chucked the shield, nailing Bucky in the chest as sending him crashing backwards as John advanced, Sam lying on the floor from a hit he’d taken.

“Why are you making me do this?!” you heard John scream as he pressed the shield into Bucky, pinning him between the metal and construction vehicle. He grabbed the shield that Bucky had a firm grip on, throwing Bucky sideways across the warehouse.

Seeing red, you quietly reached down to pull out a knife. Aside from the shootout in Madripoor, you never needed to use any of the weapons strategically placed throughout your suit. And despite everything, you didn’t actually want to shoot John, mostly at the risk of missing and hitting either Bucky or Sam. But while John wasn’t exactly in stabbing range, and you weren’t all that amped to get into stabbing range, you could throw it.

With a slow breath, you adjusted the sharp steel in your hand. You took aim, chucking the knife with as much accuracy and force as you could, watching as the blade hurled end over end before sinking into John’s upper thigh, at the very convenient time that Sam flew straight into him. “This isn’t you, John,” Sam breathed heavily as both men stood face to face.

“We could’ve been a team…”

Not liking the way John didn’t appear ready to give up, Sam launched a rope that locked into the shield, engaging in a weirdly combative game of tug of war.

John lost his grip, and the rope came loose, the shield clattering against the ground. If you were fast enough, you could reach out and snag it. But with Bucky still on the ground himself, Sam holding back John for you didn’t inspire much confidence. Especially when both men dove for the shield themselves. But when Sam tackled John away from grabbing it, both men rolling further away from you, and the shield, you took your chance.

“I. Am. Captain America!” John screamed as he pinned Sam down, ripping Sam’s wings off his suit.

“No, you’re not!” you said, charging into John with the shield with all your might. John’s body rolled off Sam’s, and yours rolled with the shield, clinging on to it for all you were worth as you and John both staggered to your feet. “Shit,” you breathed with a happy grin. “That was cool!” Then, your eyes went wide, before you screwed them shut, raising the shield the block John advancing on you. “SHIT!” you screamed, bracing for impact.

The impact however, never came as Bucky jumped into action at the sound of your voice, raining blows down on John. “Don’t! You! Fuckin’! Touch! Her!” Each yelled word was a new hit, as Bucky fought John away from you.

“It’s mine,” John panted like a child who was being forced to share his favorite toy against his will.

“It’s over, John,” Sam told him.

“It’s mine!” John snarled, taking a swing at Bucky.

Bucky blocked it, grabbing the back of John’s neck with his vibranium hand, and punching him in the face with his other hand. “Y/N, shield!” Sam ordered.

Not needing to be told twice, you tossed Sam the shield as Bucky picked up John, and slammed him into the shield, the force of the impact sending all three men crashing to the floor in a chorus of groaned grunts of pain, the shield lying uselessly on the ground once more.

Bucky was the first to recover, grabbing the shield, and rising to his feet. Wordlessly, he walked over to Sam, dropping it next to him. The look on Bucky’s face said more than his mouth ever could, the anger that he had helped Sam get a shield he’d given up so easily needing no reason to be physically voiced. “C’mon, doll,” he said simply, turning and walking out of the building, leaving John and Sam where they lay.

“We’re not gonna leave Sam here, are we?” you asked in a whisper, jogging to keep up with your husband.

“Right now? Yes.”

“Bucky… It’s been a long day. And I know you still have your issues about Sam and the shield, and what it all means to you. But it’s Sam. He’s our friend, and partner whether you want him to be, or not.”

“I know,” Bucky answered you through gritted teeth. “That’s why I’m only leaving him for right now. Now, let’s talk about you, and what you did.”

You sighed. “What? Are you gonna yell at me about how I should have kept my distance? How you and Sam told me not to engage with John, and how I didn’t even want to go in there in the first place, so I’m completely batshit for doing what I did? That I could have gotten hurt, or worse? I know all that, Bucky. So please, spare me the lecture.”

“That was half of it, yes…” he admitted. “But what you did was also incredibly smart, and got Sam the shield.”

You shrugged. “I just got mad, that’s all.”

“Yeah, but it got Sam the shield. And it potentially saved us too. John was… That’s not a fight I’m eager to have again, that’s for damn sure. Between that fight and the one earlier… Knowing that you’re okay, and Sam probably physically feels worse than I do right now is really the only thing helping me feel somewhat okay right now.”

“Well, let’s get back to the apartment, and I’ll patch you up like old times.”

Bucky smiled fondly at long buried memories. “Mmm. Nurse Y/N. I always liked her.”

~~~

“The GRC is conducting raids to try and find Karli,” Sam reported over breakfast the next morning. “But so far, they only found her followers. They’ve searched a camp nearby, and just like the last camp they searched, nothing. She’s gone. We’ll never find her.”

“Hey, you got your sleeve back,” Torres’ voice chirped as he walked into the living room, and you wondered briefly where he’d come from, but you figured he probably arrived when Sam did, and given him the full run down of the GRC’s movements, much like Sam was giving you and Bucky now. Torres pointed at Bucky’s left jacket sleeve, once again reattached to the jacket he was wearing. “No? Yeah… okay then…” Torres said to no one in particular as Bucky stood there in silence, with his trademark stoic stare.

Still silent, and clearly still angry with Sam, Bucky turned on his heel to exit the room. “Are you off to take care of Zemo?” Sam wondered.

“Alright, good to know you survived,” Torres chipped again in a goodbye of sorts as Bucky stalked off down the hallway.

“He’ll come around,” you said as a half-assed apology for Bucky. “He’s… ya know. So, what else do we need to know about the Karli situation? Or the John one?”

Sam shrugged, looking over at Torres. “What’s our next steps?”

“Captain America killing a foreign national in public? It’s kinda like a big deal. Like international incident big. Folks higher up on the payroll are all over it now. So, unfortunately…”

“They’re taking jurisdiction,” Sam guessed.

“Yeah,” Torres nodded, his attention falling to a duffle bag at Sam’s feet that contained the snapped wings of his suit. “What happened to these?”

“So is there anything we can do?” you asked as Torres started examining the duffle bag.

“Not really. As I was telling Sam, they’ve cordoned off the whole camp, and Karli’s a ghost. After what went down, she’s laying extra low. Like under underground.”

“That’s why it makes sense for us to get involved,” Sam said. “The longer we let her regroup, the harder it’s gonna be to find her.”

“She’s got people helping her from all over the world, on all platforms,” Torres pointed out. “She’s really, really good at this thing.” He ran his hands carefully over the splintered wings. “How’d these break?”

“John,” you answered while Sam sighed, taking in all the information Torres was providing.

“Anyways,” Torres went on, “all we can do now is sit tight, and just chill. Sometimes there’s nothing to do, until there’s something to do.”

“That’s bizarrely wise,” Sam said with a small laugh.

“It means we can train,” you interjected. “Be prepared for whatever comes next.”

“The lady has a point,” Torres agreed with you, his eyes flickering longingly to the shield that lay on the table, remnants of the blood John had splattered on his now gone.

“Yeah, alright,” Sam nodded with a smile, looking at you. “Find your husband, and let’s get to work.”

Thankfully, all you had to do was turn your head, finding Bucky stalking back down the hallway with both yours and his suitcases in hand. “B- Oh, hey. We going somewhere?”

“Home. Well. Sam is. You and I are making a pit stop first.”

“So you finally found Zemo?” was Sam’s guess.

“I have an idea of where he might be, yeah.”

“You know, sometimes you still scare me Buck. The staring. The eerily calm voice. It’s creepy, man.”

“You wanna get to work, or not, Sam?”

~~~

The pit stop ended up being Sokovia, Bucky giving you a full rundown as to why he figured Zemo would be there on the flight over. He also told you of the plan he had. And sure enough, as the two of you walked up to the memorial site, Zemo was standing in front of it, his back facing you.

“I thought you’d be here sooner,” Zemo said as you and Bucky got within earshot. “Don’t worry. I’ve decided I’m not going to kill you.”

“Imagine my relief,” Bucky deadpanned, finger clicking the safety of the gun he had ready at his side.

Zemo turned towards you both, unthreatened by Bucky’s action as his attention focused on you. “The girl has been radicalized beyond salvation. I warned you and Sam, but you wouldn’t listen. Just as stubborn as Steve was, the two of you.” His gaze shifted to Bucky. “But you. They literally programmed you to kill. James, do what needs to be done. Karli has people everywhere. And there’s only one way to make sure she cannot continue her mission.”

“I appreciate the advice,” Bucky answered, his face conveying no evidence of whether or not that statement was actually true. “But we’re gonna do it our own way.”

Zemo chuckled at what he believed to be the naivety of Bucky’s words. “Yeah. I was afraid you’d say that.”

The gun in Bucky’s hand clicked again as he loaded what you knew to be nothing, but Zemo rightfully assumed to be a bullet into the chamber, raising his hand, the barrel of the gun mere inches from Zemo’s forehead. Zemo went pale, but kept his composure calm, even nodding at Bucky like he was giving the man permission to pull the trigger.

You watched as Zemo sucked in his breath while Bucky pressed ever so lightly on the trigger. But all that came out of the gun was an empty clicking sound. Eyes still locked on Zemo, Bucky opened his other hand, the bullets clattering to the ground.

Silently, the Dora Milaje walked up, surrounding Zemo. “Ladies,” he greeted, before addressing Bucky one last time. “I took the liberty of crossing my name off in your book. I hold no grudges for what you thought you had to do. Goodbye James. It was nice getting to know you, Mrs. Barnes.”

Two of the Dora Milaje escorted Zemo away, while the third talked briefly with Bucky about their own plans for Zemo. “It would be prudent to make yourself scarce in Wakanda for the time being, White Wolf,” she added as a small warning.

“Fair enough,” he nodded. Then, “Hey. I may have another favor to ask of you.”

~~~

After your visit with Zemo, you and Bucky headed home.

“Buck said you got a few good ones in on that new Cap guy. Good for you,” Steve smiled proudly.

“I did okay, I guess. Got out better than Bucky and Sam, that’s for sure,” you shrugged in modesty. “Have you heard from Sam?”

“Yeah, he got back a few days ago. But just as soon as he stopped by, he was gone again. Something about seeing the old man in Baltimore?”

“Bradley,” you and Bucky said in unison. “He’s uh… like you and me,” Bucky added as an extra explanation when Steve cocked his head in confusion. “It’s a long story.”

“Well, if that was a few days ago, where’s Sam now?” you asked.

Steve shrugged. “My guess? He went home to see his sister in Louisiana. You guys still not talking after what happened?”

You looked at Bucky, and shook your head. “No. Bucky won’t say it, but he’s still never forgiven Sam for giving up the shield in the first place. And now he’s even more mad he had to help Sam get it back, because-”

“None of this would have happened if he hadn’t given it up in the first place,” you and Steve gave your best Bucky impression together.

“1.) I don’t sound like that. And 2.) I’m right. None of this would have happened if Sam had kept the shield. Not the shit with Walker anyway.”

“But Sam’s still family. And we’re still Avengers. And we still have a job to finish with Karli,” you pointed out.

“What? So you want to go to Louisiana and find Sam?” Bucky asked you.

“That would be a start.”

“Doll, we just got home. Don’t you wanna be home for a bit?”

“Not when there’s still work to be done. And you and Sam gotta put this whole mess behind you once and for all, because all Riga proved was that it takes all three of us working together to take down John.”

“And that barely worked,” he reminded you.

“Which is also why we all need to train together. Not you training me here while Sam does God knows what in Louisiana. We need to be an actual team here, Bucky.”

Bucky sighed. “Alright. I’ll book us a flight first thing tomorrow, okay?”

“Why not book it right now?”

Bucky looked at Steve, clearing his throat before leaning in close to your ear. “Because of reasons I can’t say in front of your brother, doll.”

Your eyes went wide and your cheeks turned bright red at Bucky’s insinuation while Steve clapped his hands loudly together. “Okay. I think we’re done here.”

~~~

You’re sure we’re in the right place?” you asked Bucky as you approached a dock crowded with people and supplies.

Bucky only nodded as he climbed in the back of a truck lifting a huge pallet with ease at the same time you heard Sam’s voice wonder “How do we get it off the truck?”

“You’re welcome,” Bucky said as he set the pallet aside, turning to see Sam’s shocked expression.

“Surprise,” you grinned, waggling your fingers in a wave at Sam.

Sam stepped around the truck to get closer to you and Bucky, the shock on his face now a questioning look.

Bucky set a suitcase down on the bed of the truck. “Just dropping this off. Sign for it, and we’ll go.”

“Bucky,” you hissed under your breath. This was not part of your plan at all.

“I called in a favor from the Wakandans,” Bucky explained to Sam.

Before Sam could say anything in response, or you could berate Bucky under your breath again, a pipe started hissing loudly, and a woman was rushing over. “Sam!”

Sam wasted no time in rushing over to assess what the damage to the pipe was and how to go about fixing it, grabbing a nearby wrench as the woman looked at you and Bucky.

“Hi,” you smiled at her.

“Hi,” she smiled back.

Bucky sighed, watching what Sam was doing before going over. “Hold on, hold on. You gotta go up.” He took the wrench from Sam, pushing him out of the way, quickly tightening to the loose bolt on the pipe until it stopped hissing.

“Why didn’t you use the metal arm?” Sam asked as Bucky set the wrench aside.

Bucky thought about it for a second, looking at the vibranium appendage. “Well, I don’t always think of it immediately. I’m right-handed. So, this is the boat, huh?”

“This is it,” Sam nodded.

“It’s nice,” Bucky complimented. “You want any help?”

Sam looked at Bucky, sighing deeply. “Yeah…”

You and the woman looked over at Bucky and Sam, rolling your eyes. “Men…” you muttered. Then, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Sarah,” she smiled back. “Friends of Sam’s, I take it?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“Mmm,” she nodded, her eyes roaming over Bucky. “And who are you?”

“I’m Bucky,” he grinned charmingly at her.

Sam punched him in the right arm as hard as he could.

“Ow! What the hell, Sam?!” Bucky growled, rubbing at his arm.

“What is it with you and people’s sisters, man? How did Steve not beat your ass?”

Sarah’s eyes went wide as she looked at you, yours and Bucky’s name clicking in familiarity. “Oh!” she said, a hand covering her mouth as she looked at you, “I’m so sorry!”

You howled with laughter as Sam hit Bucky in the arm some more. “Seriously?! How did Steve not obliterate your ass?”

“He was like a foot shorter and weighed maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet,” Bucky shrugged. “Now will you stop hitting me? Doll!” He turned to you with puppy dog eyes to help him. “Weren’t you the one saying I needed to learn to be friendlier to people?”

“Friendlier, not flirtier,” you clarified, tears rolling down your cheeks from how hard you were still laughing. “Now help Sam with the damn boat, Sergeant Charmer.”

It was an interesting morning watching Bucky and Sam work on the boat, while you helped Sarah in the house making meals. “It’s probably a good thing Bucky’s from another time,” she commented as she caught you staring dreamily out the window for the millionth time.

“How do you mean?”

“A man that looks like that, and knows it? In today’s society? Not usually a good mix.”

“Oh, those types have always existed,” you said with a small chuckle. “Bucky and Steve used to fight them quite a bit.”

“And you? Having to fight off the hoards of women that no doubt threw themselves at a man like that?”

You laughed again. “Very rare occurrences. Bucky is, uh… attentive that way, I guess.”

“Well, you’re lucky to have a husband like Bucky. Men like that are hard to come by, believe me.”

“Oh, I know. Funny thing is, if you ask Bucky, he’d say he’s the lucky one.”

“Well, lunch is about done if you wanna bring these plates out to them for me.”

You thanked her, loading the plates up in your arms before walking outside and over to where Bucky and Sam were. “Lunch time!” you called out.

Both of their heads swiveled in your direction, Bucky clutching at his heart dramatically. “Oh, a woman after my own heart.”

“Sarah made lunch, I just helped,” you told him, handing him a plate.

Sam snickered, taking his own plate from you, “Thanks for helping her,” he told you, then in a louder voice that was almost a shout, “Thank you, Sarah!”

“You think Karli’s gonna throw in the towel?” Bucky asked, as you all took a spot and dug into your lunch.

Sam shook his head as he swallowed his bite of food. “I think she’s gonna double down.”

“Any idea on how to stop her?”

“I got Torres working on something.”

“Well, Zemo says there’s only one way.”

You all said nothing for a minute, eating your lunch and thinking quietly to yourselves before Bucky broke the silence. “Well. Y/N and I gotta catch our flight tomorrow. Gonna get a hotel room for the night. Crash, ya know?”

“So you’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?”

“Well, there’s two of us. We don’t wanna impose, or anything. I really just came to give you that,” Bucky nodded at the suitcase the Wakandans have given him for Sam.

Sam snorted. “Like Y/N didn’t all but march your ass on the plane to get here. So just stay here. The people in this town are the most welcoming people in the world. They don’t care if you wear small T-shirts, or if you have six toes, or if your mom’s your aunt-” Sam rambled.

“Okay,” Bucky cut him off with a chuckle. “I get it. I mean, you know, the people are nice.”

You and Sam laughed too, before Sam pointed at Bucky, “But don’t flirt with my sister.”

“Why would I do that?”

Sam looked at you, “He doesn’t get it, does he?”

You shook your head, “He never really did.”

“What don’t I get?”

“It’s how you interact with women in general, Bucky. They find you charming,” you explained. “Niceness is mistaken as interest.”

“Well, that’s ridiculous.”

“Just keep the charm around my sister in check, or I’ll help Y/N cut you up, and feed you to the fish.”

Bucky rolled his eyes.

~~~

That night, instead of a hotel, you and Bucky slept in the spare bedroom of Sarah’s house, while Sam offered to take the couch.

Both of you awoke to the sounds of Sarah’s sons making a ruckus down the hall, and Sam’s tired call out of “Hey!”

You rolled on your side, to find Bucky already looking at you with a smile on his face. “What’s got you so happy this morning?” you asked, kissing his nose.

His shoulders shrugged. “Something about this is nice. Waking up next to you in a house. Sound of kids.”

You gasped softly in a teasing manner. “James Barnes, are you saying you want a quiet domestic life?”

He chuckled, kissing your forehead. “You knew that was what I wanted. What our lives were supposed to be like when I got home. You wanted the same thing too, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did. I still do. I just didn’t know you still did, given how much everything’s changed.”

“For a while I didn’t. My focus was… elsewhere. But it’s been something that’s been on my mind again since you’ve been back. But I wanted to give us both time to adjust. Catch up for lost time, just me and you. And then… ya know. But yeah. This,” he twirled a finger about the room, and the sounds of the house coming alive, “is still something I want.”

“Well, it’s still something I want, too.”

His kiss was heavy with need as his lips crashed into yours. “God, I love you.”

~~~

The shield bit deeply into the tree Sam hurled it at. “Son of a b-” he muttered, dashing over to wedge it free.

“You need something it can bounce back off of,” Bucky told him.

“You need something it can bounce back off of,” Sam repeated in a mocking tone.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “C’mon, I got an idea.”

The idea ended up being taking rubber mats to bound around the trees, Sam giving it a test once they were done. The shield bounced off the mat, flying straight back to Sam who caught it with ease. “Yeah, alright,” he conceded. “That’s way better.”

“How’s the shield part feel?” you asked.

“That part feels weird.” He launched it again, the shield ricocheting off one mat into another before Bucky caught it. “The legacy of that shield,” Sam continued, “is complicated to say the least.”

“When Steve told us what he was planning, I don’t think any of us really understood what it felt like for a Black man to be handed the shield. How could we?” Bucky spoke up.

You and Sam shared a look, Sam jerking a thumb at you, “Well, I understood. And so did she. But glad you’re finally catching up.”

Bucky sighed, “Fine. I didn’t understand. Point is, I owe you an apology. I’m sorry.” He lifted the arm the shield was on towards Sam for Sam to take.

“Thank you,” Sam said sincerely, taking the shield.

“Whatever happened with Walker, it wasn’t your fault,” Bucky went on to say. “I get it. It’s just… that shield… For a while it was the closest thing I had to a family. Or it was a huge part in me getting my family back anyway. Because if Steve never took it up in the first place… Well, when you retired it, it felt like giving up. Made me question everything. Like first Steve retired. Then you retired the shield. Everything that saved me was done. Like I was nothing but a completed mission.”

You and Sam stayed quiet, letting Bucky spill out the confession he now found the words to express. But after a long enough pause on Bucky’s end, you reached out to squeeze his hand reassuringly. “I know both Steve, and the shield mean a lot to you. But it doesn’t define you, Bucky,” you told him softly. “You are not who you are because of Steve. He might have helped, but he is not the reason. You are. You’re the one who put in the work.”

“She’s right,” Sam agreed with you. “You gotta stop looking at other people to tell you who you are. Let me ask you, you still having those nightmares?”

“All the time,” Bucky nodded. “It means I remember. It means a part of me is still there. Which means a part of the Winter Soldier’s still in me.”

“You up for a little tough love? You wanna climb out of that hell you’re in, keep doing the work.”

“I’ve been making my amends.”

Sam scoffed. “No. You weren’t amending, you were avenging. And teaching Y/N in the process. You were stopping all the wrongdoers you enabled as the Winter Soldier because you thought it would bring you closure. But if it actually was, then your nightmares wouldn’t be happening. At least not with the frequency they still do.”

Bucky looked at you, both of you thinking about Yori back home. “You’re not allowed to talk to Sam anymore if you’re gonna blab everything I tell you to him.”

You smiled, knowing he was only teasing. “We’re a team, Bucky. Looking out for each other is what we do.”

Bucky shook his head. “Definitely not a team.”

“Nope,” Sam agreed with Bucky.

“We’re not that good,” Bucky laughed.

“Definitely not,” Sam agreed again.

“We’re professionals.”

“Definitely.”

“And uh… partners?”

“Coworkers.”

“But, we’re also a couple guys with a mutual friend.”

“But the friend’s now gone,” Sam pointed out.

“So we’re a couple of guys.”

“I can live with that.”

“Perfect.”

You snorted at their boyish back and forth antics. “The word you’re looking for is ‘family’ actually,” you interjected.

“Just uh… call us when you have a lead on Karli, and we’ll be there,” Bucky told Sam.

“Yep. And uh, thanks for the help. Meant a lot.”

“Course,” Bucky clapped Sam on the shoulder, and you and Sam gave each other a quick hug. “C’mon, doll. We got a flight to catch.”

~~~

Back home with no idea for how long, you and Bucky set to work on a more rigorous training for you.

Mornings quickly became filled with drilling you in various hand-to-hand combat techniques in which Bucky barely broke a sweat, and you ended up drenched in enough of your own for the both of you.

While you relished in your morning routine with Bucky, it was the afternoons you found particularly interesting after you came out of the bedroom to find Bucky sitting in front of his laptop. “Whatcha looking at?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you peered at the house listings on the computer screen.

“Domestic dreaming,” he said, not taking his eyes off the screen as he patted the sofa cushion next to him for you to join him.

“Oh, so when you said you still wanted this, you meant you wanted it now,” you teased as you moved around him to take the offered seat.

He shrugged. “Figured it couldn’t hurt. Thanks to Stark, everyone that’s still around is pretty well off. And I forget when exactly, but at some point Steve and I were able to get our GI funds.”

“That’s nice,” you noted, now understanding why finances had never seemed to be an issue despite neither of you actually working.

“Yeah. And I figured raising a family in a shoebox apartment isn’t part of that domestic dream. So…”

“So here we are,” you supplied.

“So here we are,” he repeated with a nod. “Oh, this one looks nice,” he said, clicking on one of the options.

“It is,” you agreed, watching as Bucky clicked through the pictures of the 3 bedroom home. “Big enough to raise a family. Small enough to not be obnoxious.”

“Mhm,” Bucky murmured, the mouse hovering over the link to schedule a viewing. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you grinned.

After that, it wasn’t uncommon for yours and Bucky’s afternoons to be filled with meeting with realtors and attending open houses, weighing all your options in the evenings. And with the type of dedication Bucky had towards house hunting, it wasn’t long at all until you found a place you both fell in love with.

“C’mon, doll,” he roused you one morning like he always did. “Gotta go train.”

Normally you bounded out of bed, excited for a new day of training exercises, but today you swatted a hand at him, batting him away. “No,” you mumbled, pulling the blanket up over your head, and turning away from him, the action making your stomach roll. You let out a long, low groan.

“You feeling alright?” he asked, his voice taking on a note of concern. Hands pulled the blanket from your face, before he was feeling your forehead, checking for any unusual warmth. “You don’t feel like you have a fever,” he noted with a frown.

“Gonna be sick,” you announced, springing from bed and racing for the bathroom.

Bucky followed worriedly, one hand pulling your hair out of your face, the other rubbing soothingly at your back as you dry-heaved into the toilet. “Okay, no training today. We do have the meeting with the realtor later to sign the last of the papers and get the keys. But I can ask Steve to come keep you company while I go do that if you’re not up for it.”

“No,” you said, shaking your head and rising shakily to your feet. “You don’t have to bother Steve. It’s just a stomach bug, I’ll be fine.”

“Well, let me at least help you back to bed, and make you some breakfast, okay?”

“Fine,” you conceded, letting him support your weight as he led you back to bed. “But I’m not hungry,” you told him as you pulled the blanket close around you in bed.

“Not hungry, or worried you’ll be sick if you eat?” he questioned the validity of your statement.

You stuck your tongue out at him.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “At least try to eat some toast for me? Maybe having something in your stomach will help.”

“If you get it to me before I fall back asleep, I’ll try,” was your compromise.

Quickly, Bucky raced into the kitchen, as you closed your eyes wondering why you suddenly felt so miserable. When you’d been sick in the past, there’d always been signs leading up to it. But this sickness had caught you completely off guard.

“Gotta sit up for me, doll,” Bucky’s voice had you opening your eyes again, spotting him standing next to you with a plate in his hand.

You groaned, sitting up against the headboard and taking a begrudging bite of the toast.

He chuckled again. “I forgot how stubborn you get when you’re sick. Way more than you normally are.”

“Not sure how not wanting to vomit toast, and wanting to sleep makes me stubborn, but okay,” you said, taking another slow bite.

“Aren’t there usually signs before you get sick? I thought there used to be signs.”

“There are signs. Or there’s supposed to be. I dunno what the heck is happening.”

His brows pulled together in curious confusion. “You’re not…” his eyes shifted to look at your stomach pointedly. “Are you?”

Your eyes went wide at the suggestion, before you shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe?”

“Shit…”

“Would it be bad if I was?”

“No!” he rushed. “God no. Just…”

“We talked about all of this back in the forties, it became irrelevant for decades, and now that we started talking about the possibility of it all again, it’s all happening at once.”

“And we still have the Karli situation, yeah. But it’s fine. It’s more than fine. Do you want me to run down to the pharmacy?”

“Please?”

Ten minutes later, Bucky held you tight as you waited on the test lying on the bathroom counter with wide and tearful eyes. “Holy shit…” you both breathed in unison, as a small plus sign appeared in the result window. “Holy shit!”

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amerrierworld · 3 years

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Babysitter (pt 11)

Pt 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Summary: Loki and Hela come to break you out.

Characters: Hela x fem!reader, Avengers

Word Count: 2,780

Warnings: some light smut to start~ and then battle time! whoop whoop

Her cold lips pressed against the back of your neck, a firm presence in the swirling dark. You couldn’t see her, but you could feel her. Could feel her wandering hands snaking over your bare skin, making you squirm.

You could see your breath form in the cool air around you, and you were pulled back against her front, feeling her hook her legs over yours, her dark hair falling into your sight as she enveloped you. Hints of green pulsed in your peripheral vision.

“Hela,” you breathed, clinging onto one of her hands as the other traveled lower and lower. You stared up into the darkness, falling back even further into her hold, her body and soft cushions catching you. Her voice rumbled in your ear, but you couldn’t understand what she was saying.

Your eyes fluttered shut as familiar fingers searched and caressed your cunt, pushing between your folds and collecting your wetness on her fingertips. Your hips bucked weakly, as if you were caught in molasses, and you moaned softly.

One of your hands tried to reach back, felt the brush of her hair against your palm, but couldn’t find her head or her shoulders to hold onto. Your legs were still trapped, the fingers were still moving inside you, but your hands were grasping at nothingness and-

You sat up in your bed, shaking, eyes looking around and wondering if Hela could be in your room with you. But there was nothing, and no one out of the ordinary.

Sweat had gathered in every crevice of your body and you clambered out of bed to take a quick shower, trying to wash the feeling of Hela off your body, without succeeding. You didn't sleep the rest of the night.

The next day you were sitting by yourself, reading a book after lunch in a small reading room away from the main offices and training rooms where you knew the rest of the team would be.

Something crept up the back of your neck and a chill ran through your body. You tried to ignore it, but it persisted. And when you looked up from your book, Loki was standing by the doorway, looking quite unimpressed. You shrieked, your stomach dropping at the sight of you.

He raised his hand to shush you and eyed the doorway, hoping no one would come through there. You stared at him, and in a split decision, chucked your book at him.

It went straight through his form, only causing a faint green glimmer as it landed on the floor. You gaped at him and he raised an eyebrow, silently asking if you were done.

“Do you know how hard it was to find you?” Loki said after you had calmed down somewhat.

“What are you doing here?” you hissed, “weren’t you..”

“Dead? No, not quite. Almost.”

You sank back in your seat, your hand over your heart as you sighed, “what is it with you lot and always coming back from the dead?”

“It’s an occupational hazard with what we do,” he shrugged.

A pair of footsteps walked by the room, and Loki slunk back into the shadows, fading away for a moment. You didn't move until you were sure whoever it was had gone.

“Look, I don’t have much time,” Loki said once you were alone again, “but we’re here to break you out.”

“Who’s we?”

Loki rolled his eyes, “who do you think? Your murderous girlfriend who unfortunately happens to be my sister as well.”

Your heart nearly jumped out of your throat, “Hela? So she is here?”

“Of course she is.”

You sat quietly for a moment; so your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you. Hela had come back for you, and she was here.. somewhere.

“I- I can’t believe..”

“Well you better, now get your things and follow me. We can get out of here without fighting.”

“Wait- what? No, wait, wait,” you got up hurriedly as Loki began walking to the doorway. You couldn’t stop him- it was only a projection of him, but you weren’t ready to just walk out.

“Why would I just leave?” you asked, making Loki stop in his tracks. He looked you over and slowly approached you, his eyes flashing.

“Because you’re being held here against your will and she’s come to bail you out? Mind you- it was her idea to come barging in and killing anyone in sight, so this is a much better upgrade from that plan.”

“No- no I know. But.. when we get out, what then? What am I supposed to do? Loki... the world’s fallen apart.”

The Asgardian was quiet.

“Yeah, sure,” you continued, pacing from where you were standing, “I don’t like being kept here but- there’s not much else out there right now. Everything here at least feels a little... normal.”

“You can’t be serious. What about Hela then, huh? You think she’ll stay here with a team of heroes who tried to kill her? Just for you? Hela hates being imprisoned, Y/N. This would be a death sentence for all of us.”

“What about you then?” you retorted, “after you get me out, and Hela and I go about our merry way, what will you do? Tour the universe until some other evil plan comes up?

“This,” you gestured around the room, “is all I have right now.”

“No, no,” Loki mocked your gesture a bit more aggressively, “what you have is a prison, and only one person in the world who will stop at nothing to break you out of it.

“I’m not the most romantic, fine,” he admitted, “but I know that the two of you should never be apart, ever again. You should have seen her when I found her, Y/N- she was broken.”

A wave of tears threatened to spill at his words and you fell back in you chair once again. You buried your face in your hands and for a few minutes nothing else happened. Loki looked at you and felt his heart -or what was left of it- break to see you so defeated.

“I love her, Loki,” you whimpered, “I tried to deny it when Tony said so.. but he’s right. I love her, but I’m scared. This world isn’t meant for her. It would drive her mad.”

“Not with you around.”

You wiped the salty tears off your cheeks and looked up at Loki.

“Let’s get you out of here, and we can figure it out from there, okay? Perhaps we can come to an agreement with the rest of your team.”

You eventually nodded and stood up, ready to pack the few things you had when a loud crash and alarms sounded. There was a hurry of steps outside the room and when you looked, the whole team of remaining Avengers were preparing themselves, running down the hallways to the source of the noise.

“You filthy humans!” a cry came from the direction they were running towards. Your heart shattered; Hela.

Beside you, Loki’s apparition groaned in exasperation.

“I told her to wait, for crying out loud. Why would she be so reckless?”

“She takes after her family, obviously,” you said. “Can’t you get her out of here?”

“You’re a fool to think I can control her now.”

“Then get over here and help her!”

“Yes, yes, alright,” Loki huffed, “I’ll be there in a moment.”

His image shimmered away, and you hurried down the hallway, hoping to stall before anyone was killed.

One of the ground level metal walls had been torn open like it was nothing but paper. Large metal spears and knives were wedged in the edges and the opposite walls. The sun was glinting off of Hela’s horns and blinded you for a moment before you could really look at her.

She looked.. regal. Well, she mostly looked psychotic, with bared teeth and clenched hands, but it was her and she was real and oh boy was she angry.

Hela had Steve by the throat, holding him up so his feet barely brushed the ground. Tony and Nat had their weapons aimed but didn’t shoot. They were either waiting for her to drop Steve or didn't want to kill her. You hoped it was the latter.

“Wait!” you screamed, skidding to a halt at the scene. Dust swirled in the air from the debris. There were no bodies yet, and you prayed you could keep it that way.

The moment Hela caught sight of you, her face changed. Her eyebrows unfurled and her mouth dropped open a little bit- she looked at you with disbelief, as if she couldn’t comprehend you standing there, alive and well.

Steve took the opportunity as she was distracted and lifted his leg to kick her square in the stomach. She doubled over, dropping him, and he raised his arm to land a punch, but instead, Hela grabbed his offensive arm and whipped him away from her- effectively throwing him against the rest of the team, knocking them all down temporarily.

Before you could react and rush over to see if the group of Avengers were okay, Hela was by you in a flash.

Her hands trembled as they grasped yours, and she looked you up and down, checking for wounds, checking if you were there. Then she cupped your cheek, wiping away the tears you were crying.

“Hela-,” you croaked, because the touch of her was too much, too overwhelming, too good. She smiled, though barely, and kissed you hard on the mouth.

“Stand down, sister,” Thor’s voice boomed, and she turned to see the team back on their feet, aiming everything they had at her. She snarled, pulling you behind her, shielding you from them, as if they would ever hurt you.

“You’ve taken everything from me, brother,” she spat. “You won’t take this last ounce of happiness from me.”

Something flickered in Thor’s eyes and he had to retighten his grip on his hammer, which you realized wasn’t Mjolnir, but a makeshift copy that looked somewhat close to it.

“Y/N,” Tony said, gesturing you over to their side, “come here. Quick. We don’t want you in the way.”

Hela’s focus sharpened in on him, hidden in his armour. There was a surge of jealousy through her whole being, at the memory of him by your side, threatening to hurt you, sparring with you, taking you from her.

She pushed you back, hurled herself at Tony with lightning speed before anyone could shoot, breaking entirely through the next wall, and landing with a thud in the next room.

“No!” you screamed, shielding your face from the spray of debris as the wall broke down.

Hela tried to punch, but Tony’s right iron hand held it in place, arms shaking from the force. They stayed there, suspended in time for a moment. Hela lowered her face to Tony’s helmet as she growled and snapped, but he could see the tears streaming down her face, the wild fear and anger in her eyes.

“You won’t steal her from me,” she cried.

Then JARVIS finished downloading Hela’s body scan from the first day at your home way back, analyzing her form, and realizing her weaknesses. Her left side was much weaker than her right.

And so, he kicked, jabbed, and twisted her left leg and arm until she howled in pain and dropped to the side, giving Tony the chance to get up and put some distance between them again.

You felt helpless, not knowing how to stop it, not knowing what to do, not wanting to hurt anyone- you had no weapons on you. Hela staggered to her feet, the helmet having disappeared long ago, and she raised her hand to summon a new menacing sword, when someone hooked an arm around her neck and pressed a rusty dagger against her neck.

“Drop it, sister,” Loki hissed, the blade pressing finely against her skin. She hissed, but slowly let it slip from her hands as she realized defeat. You were panting, every inch of you throbbing with adrenaline and dread.

“Stand down, everyone,” Loki continued, and then with a pointed look at Thor, “please, brother.”

Thor was the first to lower his hammer, though his face was still angry and unforgiving. Then Tony, and everyone else followed suit.

Loki kicked the back of Hela’s knee to make her drop down, to which she cried out in anger.

“Sorry,” he added, the blade still pressed against her neck, “but you’ve really got to stop going on killing sprees.”

“You were taking too long,” she snapped, “I needed to take matters into my own hands. How was I supposed to know what was happening?”

“Alright, okay, anyone wanna explain what the hell is going on? Y/N? Thor? You wanna explain what your dysfunctional family is doing here?” Nat asked, exasperated.

The God of Thunder looked at you, your eyes begging and desperate. “They’re here for you, aren’t they?”

You nodded weakly, trembling.

“Well, best let her take her then,” Tony sighed. All of you turned your heads at him in disbelief. His iron armour was short-circuiting from the blows Hela had landed and he quickly stepped out of it. You were reminded once again of how malnourished he looked- and how dark the bags under his eyes were. But his tone remained chipper.

“You’ve seen what she can do,” he gestured at Hela, “and she isn’t gonna stop until she gets Y/N. And I don’t think Y/N wants to stay here either.”

He looked at you knowingly, and you felt like you could cry all over again.

Hela struggled against Loki’s grip for a moment, heartbroken as she saw your face scrunch up and your hands grasp your elbows in an attempt to shield yourself.

“Is that true?” Nat asked, staring at you with a gun still in hand.

You slowly nodded, making eye contact with Hela and not looking away. You heard Steve sigh and groan a bit from pain as he came up to your side.

“Y/N, she’s a vicious attacking machine, we can’t just let you two run off.”

“Why not?” you asked, your voice thick. “We won’t hurt anyone.”

“Look, we still don’t even know if she knows about Thanos, right?” Clint said, but Tony shook his head, sitting down on the armrest of a cushioned chair that was practically sliced in half from Hela throwing weapons.

“I doubt that,” he said, “if she had control over Thanos or any connection with him, I don’t think she would have come alone, let alone with him,” with a nod towards Loki.

He rolled his eyes, “you’re welcome for saving you, by the way.”

“Can you- could you all, please, just, can we please just talk about this?” you hiccuped through your words, sobs slowly growing in volume. “Loki- the- the knife, please- please let her go.”

Loki looked at you apologetically, “not if she lashes out again.”

“Hela,” you pleaded, “Hela, please. Don’t hurt anyone else? Everyone- everyone has already been hurt so much.”

Hela looked at you, now seeing the tears sliding down your dirtied cheeks, and her shoulders slumped, before nodding. Her hands that were gripping Loki’s arm around her neck let go, and dropped to her sides.

Loki removed the dagger and stepped away. Tension filled the room, expecting her to attack again.

“Y/N,” Thor said, and he tossed you a new pair of handcuffs. “Go on.”

You stared at him, “excuse me? You want me to chain her up- again? After everything-”

“This is more to keep all of us safe. She’d kill us if we came too close,” Thor said, pointedly raising an eyebrow at you. “It won’t be for long. Not until we figure out what to do next.”

You stumbled over rand dropped on your knees in front of Hela, gently holding her hands for a moment. She stared at you, deep green eyes watering.

“Just for now,” you promised. “Just like before, okay?”

You waited for long, agonizing moments until she nodded, and only then did you snap the cuffs in place. Almost immediately, Tony was on Loki and had his wrists in chains as well.

“Wh- excuse me?” he scoffed, staring at the cuffs, “how dare you?”

“Precautions, my friend,” he shrugged. “Come on, all of you, this mess is doing nothing for my respiratory system.”

He pushed Loki ahead of him and you followed with Hela’s hands clasping yours, rubbing your arms together, her trailing behind you like a lost puppy. You were thrilled to see her again, but wondered where the hell you were supposed to go from here.

A/N; I guess I kinda made Loki the unspoken hero didn’t I? :D

so the main reason why I haven’t been updating this series as much is because we’re at a point where multiple ideas branch off into totally different directions, and I keep changing my mind about where I want this to go, effectively stumping me when writing. but after much editing and changing of plot, this is what I’ve got, and I hope you like it :)

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itsybitchylittlewitchy · 3 years

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The new arrivals- Part 9

My master post is here with all the other parts!

I apologise in advance for how I left this one! There's no smut in this one, just a lot of story! I hope you all still like it! 🖤💚🖤

Pairing: Loki x Female reader

Summary: You are Y/N the Goddess of Victory, niece of Tony Stark and you run the Avengers training facility based in the Highlands of Scotland. Thor, Loki and a ship full of Asgardians arrive and you need to help.

Word count: 2.2K

Warnings: No Smut in this one sadly, I didn't want to just force it in when it didn't fit. Quite a bit of Angst, violence and if you've not seen Infinity War then there's a lot of spoilers!

Any Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! Thank you for all the love so far. You guys are amazing! 🖤💚🖤

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Darkness surrounded you as your eyes became adjusted to your new surroundings, your hand still being firmly being grasped by Loki. As you all looked around at the dark surroundings, “This isn’t right” Thor said walking towards a window which lightly illuminated the dark messy workshop “The star’s gone out and the rings are frozen” Thor mumbled, scrunching up his face “I don’t like this” Loki warned, putting the Tesseract safely back into the pocket universe, “We should go”, he continued, gripping onto your hand tighter than before. “This forge hasn’t gone dark in centuries” Thor yelled with a mixture of shock and confusion, hitting his fist off the window. You let go of Loki’s hand and began to look around, pieces of metal and clutter everywhere, until you came across a mould for a gauntlet. “Shit” you said, you knew you recognised it as being the one Thanos wore when he killed your mother, “We need to leave now” You yelled out in a panic as you began to run back towards Loki and the others, only to see Thor go flying across the room, and a tall ragged looking man towering above you all. Your hands began to glow purple, as you raised them ready to defend yourself and your friends. Thor yelled “Y/N no! Eitri wait! Stop!” as he held up his hand to the giant man. “Thor?...” he questioned, his fists still ready to strike, “What happened here?” Thor questioned, his eyes full of concern. “You were supposed to protect us…Asgard was supposed to protect us!!” Eitri yelled at Thor and your group, tears forming within his eyes. “Asgard was destroyed” Loki stepped forward; his hands raised in surrender as you stepped forwards to Eitri “I recognise that gauntlet.” You said, pointing to the mould “What did you do? Why would you help Thanos?” You questioned refusing to lower your hands from your battle position. He walked away from you all towards the window, guilt written all over his face. “300 dwarves lived on this ring” he explained, “I thought if I did what he asked, they’d be safe” he said supressing a sob. “I made what he wanted, a device capable of harnessing the power of the stones” he continued as he broke down in hear wrenching tears of sorrow “But he killed everyone anyway. All except me” He cried, turning back to face the group. “Your life is yours, he said. But your hands are mine alone. Then he encased my hands in metal” he groaned, displaying his metallic fists for all to see. Thor gently walked towards him, placing a reassuring hand on him, “Eitri, this isn’t about your hands. Every weapon you’ve ever designed, every axe, hammer, sword etc its all inside your head” Thor smiled sympathetically pointing to his head but Eitri unable to look him in the eyes. “Now I know it feels like all hope is lost. Trust me, I know. But together with your help, we can all put an end to Thanos” Thor smiled, his arms gesturing back to the group of you. Eitri disappeared for a moment, then a machine came to life, bringing down a concrete looking mould. “I take it this will be your new hammer then?” you smiled looking at Thor, but Eitri interrupted you saying, “It’s a king’s weapon. Meant to be the greatest in Asgard. In theory, it could even summon the Bifrost.” He said nodding towards you and Thor. “Does it have a name?” You asked. “Storm-Breaker” Eitri said, tilting his chin up slightly, clearly proud of the weapon he had created. “So, how do we make it?” Thor asked, folding his arms over his chest. “You’ll have to restart the forge” Eitri said while looking out the window at the cold dying star. “Y/N, Loki your up. See what you can do.” Thor said, putting an arm around you both and shoving you towards the window that overlooked the heart of the dying star. “I’m sorry brother” Loki tutted, flipping back his hair, and placing his hands on his hips, “But how exactly do you expect us to do that?” he asked, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. “The rings are frozen; you need to get them moving again” Eitri explained to both you and Loki. The rings where massive, colossal even, you knew you and Loki wouldn’t have enough power to do

it alone. “Uncle Tony, I need you to get out there and start manually pushing the rings. We need all the help we can get” You said, placing a hand on his shoulder, pulling him into a hug, “Be safe” you said as you pulled away from him and he flew outside to begin pushing on the edge of the giant rings. You walked back over to Loki, taking both his hands in yours. You had to concentrate. You looked deep into his eyes and began focusing on moving the rings, closing your eyes to further your concentration. “You need to use your emotions Y/N” Loki pleaded, “Think of what that monster did to your mother, think of all he took from you” With these words tears began to spill from your closed eyes as you began to levitate you both off the ground, purple smoke emanating from every inch of you. You could hear the iced-up rings beginning to crack and groan as they started to move, “More Loki! Your nearly there!” Thor bellowed over to you both, “Look at me Y/N” Loki said cupping your face with his hands, your eyes where glowing bright purple as he leaned in and passionately kissed you, sending an explosion of green and purple energy, blasting out from you both making the colossal rings spin, and the star in the middle ignite into a ball of pure raw energy. A bright beam of light blasted out towards the forge igniting the smelter as the metal began to heat up, melting it before it poured into the mould. Eitri grabbed the intricate wooden handle for the axe and attached it to the weapon, unable to pick it up he gestured for Thor to collect Storm-Breaker. He held out his hand and the axe flew into it. Making bright lightening appear emanating from Thor. Out of sheer curiosity you held out your hand, wondering if his smart-ass comment earlier could be true. Could you possibly wield a weapon that powerful? You where a Goddess after all. After a few seconds, Thor could feel some slight resistance, was something pulling at the axe? Then with a crack of purple lightening, the axe was firmly in your hand as you began to laugh, your eyes still shining a bright purple as you revelled in the power of wielding the legendary weapon. “I don’t believe it” Thor said, his mouth open, completely stunned as Loki pulled you back into another earth-shattering kiss, “You never fail to surprise me love. Your incredible” he smiled, cupping your face laughing in disbelief and looking astonished that you even exist. “You’re not so bad yourself mischief” you winked as you kissed him again. “Can I please have my axe back?” Thor mumbled with a pout, clearly a little annoyed that he wasn’t the only worthy one. “Eitri, can you reforge Mjølnir for Y/N here? If she’s worthy of Storm-Breaker I’m sure she can handle Mjølnir” Thor smiled patting you on the back and pulling you into a hug. Eitri, went to work, fetching the mould and materials needed, then moments later, there was Mjølnir, reforged. The moment of truth, could you wield Mjølnir as well? You took a deep breath and held out your had, and the hammer flew straight to you. Glowing a beautiful shade of purple in your hand. “Does this mean I need to change my name to Thor?” You laughed, while flipping the hammer in your hand. “No, my dear. I don’t think I could be with you if that was the case” Loki teased wrapping an arm around your waist. “Thor, could you summon the Bifrost and take us to wherever Vision and Wanda are? I want to make sure we have all the stones we know of safe before Thanos comes”. Thor nodded signalling for you all to stand with him. He lifted his axe above his head and a bright rainbow light appeared engulfing you all, blinding you for a moment. When you looked up you where somewhere you recognised. “Hang on, this is Edinburgh Waverly train station” you laughed, “Wanda and Vision are here?” you questioned looking around. The train station was deserted at this time of night, until there was a deafening crash and glass came shattering everywhere around you as Vision and Wanda came hurling through the ceiling towards you all, sending Tony flying backwards into the dark green fencing that

separated the platforms. Wanda still gripping on to Vision who looked injured. “Isn’t it weird who you run into at the train station” Tony quipped, making you roll your eyes as you helped Wanda and Vision to their feet. Moments later a blue horned woman wielding some kind of alien spear crashed through the glass ceiling landing in front of you all. “Proxima” you glared at her, recognising her from your vision. “You killed my mother” You exclaimed, gripping onto Mjølnir, your eyes full of tears and once again turning purple, As another grey hooded man with a sceptre smashed through the ceiling landing next to Proxima, her bright red eyes looking amused and staring straight at you. A train barrelled through the station behind you, you noticed Proxima’s gaze left you, as she was looking at something or someone on the platform behind you as she growled and launched her spear, only to have it caught by none other than Steve Rodgers, He slowly walked forward as you watched Sam glide down behind Proxima and send her flying across the platform shattering through the stations coffee shop and rolling back onto the platform at the other side, “She’s mine” you growled using Mjølnir to fly over to her as you slammed down aiming for her head screaming in fury. She rolled out the way just in time, only to pull out a dagger and catch you in the ribs. Undeterred you swung again at her and sent her crashing into the parked train nearby. “Did you really think it would be that easy?” You said through gritted teeth, as you began to levitate again, your eyes an ominous bright purple as Proxima readied her spier that her partner had thrown back to her before he was rugby tackled by a newly appeared Natasha. Proxima lunged at you again narrowly missing you, “I don’t even know who you are mortal” she growled, knocking you to the ground before she tried to plunge her spear into your chest again, you blocked it with a haze of purple energy, “You…urgh.. Killed! My! Mother!” You screamed at her, a wave of purple energy emanating from you sending her flying backwards, “And for another thing, I’m not mortal. I am Y/N. The Goddess of Victory. And you have royally pissed me off” You yelled sparks of purple lightening appearing around you, as you leaped into the air and crashed down in front of Proxima, Mjølnir shattering the train station platform as she fell under the collapsed rubble. You turned around, looking for your teammates, still fighting the other one, as you began to head towards to assist them you felt a searing pain ripping through your abdomen. As if in slow motion you looked down and saw a spear tip poking out of your stomach, your blood gushing from the wound as you cried out in agony, you heard Loki scream out your name, rushing over to gather you in his arms. Sam knocked Proxima backwards with a flying kick as Cap and Natasha went to deal with her and the other creature. Your uncle Tony appeared next to you and Loki, removing his helmet, and spraying some white residue into you to seal your wound. “It’s going to be okay sweetheart” Tony said kneeling next to you, as you coughed up blood, spluttering on it as a hysterical Loki cried and cradled you in his arms saying, “Please don’t leave me Y/N. Your all I have”. Proxima laid on the ground, next to her injured teammate, Natasha held her spear to Proxima’s neck, drawing some blood. “We don’t want to kill you, but we will.” She said, glaring at the creatures before her. Proxima smirked and said, “You’ll never get the chance again” before being lifted through the roof by a bright blue light. Thor had already joined Loki next to you on the train station platform, assessing your wound for himself and trying to comfort his inconsolable brother. All you could focus on was Loki’s tearful eyes lovingly looking at you as he kissed your forehead, you could feel his warm tears joining with your own as they ran down your cheeks, before the peaceful darkness took you, you swore you could see a beautiful woman reaching down for you, “Mum?” you smiled weakly before the darkness completely enveloped

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 2 years

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No More Second Chances: Antihero Adrien WIP

Summary: Adrien was back in Paris and of all the heroes he seemed to be angriest at Luka.

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"Finally alone," Adrien sneered, claws slashing the air Luka just vacated.

"Adrien-" Luka brought up his battle fan to block another strike. Sliding back with the force of Adrien's blow.

"What is with all of you and using names in uniform?" Adrien snapped, bolas lashing behind him like a tail. Crouching, Adrien swept Luka's legs out from under him.

Breath leaving Luka's lungs with an oof as he fell. Eyes widening, Luka rolled out of the way as Adrien brought down his foot in a high kick. Concrete cracking under the blow. Luka scrambling to his feet and bounding out of kicking range.

"Slippery little snake," Adrien growled, leaping onto the rooftops after Luka. Claws digging into stone as he ran on all fours.

"You're the one with the Snake Miraculous!" Luka called back as he raced over tiles and chimneys. Trying to lose his pursuer.

Adrien snagged a satellite dish and hurled it like a frisbee. "You're lucky I promised Sass he wouldn't have to fight you!"

"Woah, woah, woah!" Luka cried out as he stepped on Adrien's projectile and slide off the edge of the roof. Breaking glass and twisting metal accentuating his crash onto a parked car. "... Ow."

"Not that it could be going much worse for you," Adrien smirked, landing in a crouch.

"Wait!" Luka groaned, stumbling to his feet and leaning against his metal impact cushion. "Let's just, ow, talk this out."

Adrien's pupils narrowed into slits, tail freezing and cat ears standing on end. Nostrils flaring as Adrien rose to his full hight. "Oh, now you want to talk? Yes, let's just do that!"

Luka's eyes widened as he looked up at Adrien's stony expression. A chill running down his spine. "You seemed open to speaking with the others."

Claws blurring towards Luka, he barely deflected Adrien's strike in time. "For someone who's supposedly observant you can be fucking dense, ya know that?"

"First I've heard of it." Luka lunged with his fan but Adrien sidestepped him, grabbed his arm, and flipped Luka into a body throw.

Adrien stared down at him with those slitted eyes, pinning Luka in place. Chest rising and falling as Adrien's breath came too fast. "I was drowning," he started.

Slowly, Luka pulled a feather from his fan. Heart hammering in his chest.

Adrien's hand slammed beside Luka's head as he leaned over the sprawled hero.

Luka flinching at the movement. Eyes trained on Adrien's other hand as the curled metal claws hovered just above Luka's Miraculous.

"Alone. Lost. Desperate for someone, anyone, to talk to about all the bullshit that was going on!" Adrien's voice rose as his eyes started to water.

Luka curled his fist over the feather, charging it with his power. Trying to focus despite the lump rising in his throat.

"But you!" Adrien's hand trembled as the anger in his eyes mixed with sorrow. "You saw what was happening!" He rubbed quickly at his eyes. "You could've helped me! Instead you stood by and you watched!" Adrien raised his claws and-

The sentimonster sent Adrien hurtling across the street as it slammed into him. It's domed head towering a full four meters over the ground as it stomped it's three toed feet. Shaking it's blue scales as the sentimonster let out a below from it's thick beak.

Luka took a deep breath as he rose to his feet. Clutching the amok tightly to his chest. Keeping the giant Pachycephalosaurus between himself and Adrien. "Ladybug said no one could know. I didn't- I couldn't fail her. She needed-"

Adrien laughed, slowly peeling himself out of the fractured wall and rolling his arm where the sentimonster headbutted him. Adrien had taken a Cataclysm to the ribs, this was nothing in comparison. "Of course. It's always about her isn't it? What should I expect from someone who never saw me as anything more than 'the other one' ?"

His words stung at Luka like well aimed barbs. The sentimonster whining in tandem to Luka's emotions. "No! It's not like that! I cared about you too! I-

"Liar!" Adrien snapped, flipping a car into the air almost casually.

The dinosaur easily smacking it away from Luka with it's tail. Roaring, the sentimonster lowered it's domed skull and charged.

"If you cared you would have done something instead of waiting for Ladybug to take the easy way out!" Adrien leapt over the sentimonster's attack, the creature tripping as it attempted to twist around and get him. Crashing heavily into the same wall it sent Adrien flying into. Untying his tail in midair Adrien swung the bolas at Luka. Knocking his fan out of his hand instead of the amok.

They crashed to the ground as Adrien barreled into Luka. Wrestling for the amok as they rolled.

Adrien's claws digging into his skin even through the magical protection of his suit.

"If you gave a shit about me you wouldn't have tried to tell that outdated bastard my identity!"

Luka's fist tightening around the amok as he tried to knee Adrien. Heat surging in his chest and burning his throat as it left.

"What did you expect me to do, huh!? He was going to take your Miraculous! What did you want me to do!?"

"I thought you were my friend!"

Luka stilled as Adrien's tears finally fell. Giving Adrien the opening to pin him down. The rage in Adrien's eyes overwhelmed by the sorrow hiding underneath it. Jaw trembling as Adrien tried to rein in his emotions.

"I just... wanted you to be my friend," his voice broke.

The sentimonster roared as it charged.

Adrien's face twisted at the interruption and he whirled on the beast. "Clout!" Bright energy swirled into Adrien's hand, around the Tiger Miraculous. Screaming his rage at the sentimonster Adrien's fist slammed into it's domed head.

Barely having time to cry out as it hurled skyward at an angle. Blasting apart a roof on it's way.

Adrien's chest heaved as he stared after it.

Slowly, Luka got to his feet, still clutching the amok. Any fight left in him blown away by Adrien's honesty. And even if he had any Adrien's punch sent his sentimonster halfway across Paris. His brooch beeped in reminder. And he couldn't make another one. Luka felt... hollowed out. "I'm sorry."

Adrien sucked in his breath as a shudder travelled through his body. Wiping at the remains of his tears, he kept his back to Luka. "Sorry?"

"For-" Luka swallowed, chest tight. "For not being the friend you needed."

Adrien's shoulders hunched as his frame shook. "Th- Thank you. For that. Really." Squaring his shoulders, Adrien turned and looked Luka directly in the eye. Jaw set and red eyes steady. "I wish I could forgive as easily as I used to. But..."

Luka swallowed and gave a single nod, standing straighter. "We'll stop you."

"I'm sure you'll try," Adrien scoffed, turning away. "Oh, right! Sass says hi," he called over his shoulder. Leaping onto the rooftops and disappearing into the cityscape.

Luka watched the Tiger holder go. Looking down he opened his hand to reveal the guitar pick Marinette gave him during their brief, disastrous, romance. Brow furrowing, Luka squeezed his eyes shut and dispelled the amok with a snap of his fingers.

"We'll save you," Luka promised. It was the least he could do.

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goodgirlofglory · 3 years

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Three times Steve defended you, and one time you defended him / One-shot

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 5,5k

Warnings: 18+ content, Explicit sexual content, Explicit language, light descriptions of smut, light descriptions of injuries, light descriptions of violence, some description of blood, kind of slow burn but not really at all.

Summary: Three times during your initiation into the Avengers agents program where Steve came to your aid and defended you, and one time you defended Steve. Along the way you find each other.

Author’s note: This one has been a personal pleasure to write. I love thinking of Steve and Y/N as having a hank for banter with each other, at the same time as they appreciate and admire each other. I’m just a real sucker for respect, y’all<3 (Not been proofread by anyone but me, so all mistakes are mine)

Part 1

Fire was raining down around you, the blood pumping in your ears as fear and adrenaline coursed through your body.

You had told them it was far too early to bring you on a mission, but Steve had insisted after you’d done so well in training, quickly climbing the ranks despite being just a recruit.

Besides, this should have only been an intelligence gathering mission, in stealth, during a time of which no goons were supposed to be on the drug cartel base.

Clearly not, you thought as you crouched behind a pillar, bullets chipping away at the stone.

You could hear the fighting around you, but panic clouded your mind in a hazy fog so you couldn’t pinpoint where, your body stiff as you curled in on yourself.

This was all wrong. You were going to die on this hellish mission, and more horrifyingly, disappoint Steve, who’d put his trust in you.

Actual tears blurred your sight as you clutched the gun in your hand.

“There’s one left, he’s coming towards you, Y/N,” you heard Steve call through your earpiece

Then, through your tears you saw a figure peer around the corner, gun in hand.

You knew you needed to shoot him, but your body didn’t obey you.

You heard your name shouted as the goon pointed his gun toward you and the ear thrumming sound of the gunshot jolted your body. Your eyes shut tightly as you saw your life flash before you.

But the pain you expected didn’t come, and instead you heard the distinct zing of Captain America’s shield flying through the air. A few grunts followed before you tentatively opened your eyes.

The goon lay sprawled on the floor, lifeless, and before you Steve was kneeling, dressed in the stealth suit that made his baby blue eyes pop. He was looking at you with worried eyes.

“Y/N, are you alright?” he asked, breathing hard.

You nodded, about to answer when you noticed the bullet hole in his suit. Your hands shot out in panic, forcefully groping at his abdomen, going to apply pressure.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, not that

“Oh my god, Captain, no, no, no,” you rambled, thoughts racing, eyes wide.

He gently took your hands in his and caught your wild eyes with his, gentle and calm.

“Don’t worry. Bulletproof, remember,” he said, nodding calmly, and you nodded furiously, your mind trying to calm itself through your panic.

He smiled fondly at you, and you noticed how everything was silent around you, the fighting finally over. Then it hit you.

“Steve, you took the bullet for me!? You shouldn’t, you idiot! I-I’m just a recruit, I..” you rushed out, guilt screaming inside your head. If Captain America died on some pointless mission protecting you, some no-name recruit, you would never forgive yourself.

He was chuckling now, your hands still in his.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. I think I know what I’m doing, I’ve been doing this for a while, ya’know,” he said, not sharing any of your worry, but looking profusely amused by it.

“Plus, I was the one who pressed you into this mission. I am responsible for you,” he added seriously, and your stomach flipped at the words. You tried to swallow the fluttering of butterflies.

He was your mentor and your trainer, nothing more, but his words still lingered on your mind for days.

Part 2

The earth-shattering explosion ripped you from your dreams of baby blue eyes, and a split second later, the floor gave out under you.

It took a moment to remember who the hell and where the hell you were.

It was in the middle of the night, and you’d been sleeping peacefully in the recruits lodging area of the compound, in the room you shared with four other girls.

You fell down, the floor crumbling and falling with you. The bed hit the floor beneath your level with a thud that had your head whipping backwards painfully. You had fallen down into the recruit sparring gym, empty at night.

The wooden bed split in half with a loud shriek, and you slumped down the crack, only cushioned by the mattress, your cover having been blown away by the force of the explosion.

Another searing jolt of pain shot through you as a heavy piece of concrete landed on your leg, and you screamed in pain. Above you, you heard your roommates shout your name, but the rumbling of the building verging on collapse was overwhelming and deafening.

“GET AWAY! GET OUT!” you shouted up at your friends, tears in your eyes now.

They disappeared and you tried with bloody hands to move the boulder. It wouldn’t bunch even a bit. Around you the whole building shook and rumbled. You could feel that it wasn’t long until it would crumble.

You realized you were stuck, bleeding and about to be crushed by a thousand tons of concrete.

“Y/N!” you heard a familiar voice from above shout.

Looking up at the hole in the ceiling above, you saw Steve standing, his shield on his arm.

You weakly protested as he jumped down, landing on the bed beside you, carefully avoiding the boulder pinning your ankle.

You could feel your mind blurring over in pain and shock, barely registering as Steve knelt down close, a warm and steady hand on your shoulder.

“Stay with me, Y/N, I’m gonna get you out of here,” he assured you hurriedly, his voice the most worried you’d ever heard him.

“Steve,” you sobbed, trying to reach out to him. He grabbed your hand in his, and in a move that was so surprising it snapped you back to consciousness, he kissed it. It was quick, barely there and kinda panicked, but you were sure he did it.

The deafening rumble of the building dying snapped you back to urgency.

“I’m sorry, this is gonna hurt,” he said as he released your hand and reached down to the boulder squeezing your leg. He heaved it off, and a scream ripped itself from your lungs.

He was quickly on you again, dragging you by the arm from where you lay squeezed between the two pieces of your cracked bed.

You wrapped your arm around his broad shoulder, noticing for the first time that he was shirtless, only wearing a pair of grey joggers and his shield, barefoot. He wrapped a strong arm around your waist, his body a soothing, warm presence against yours.

“Hold on,” he shouted as the ceiling cracked open, and then he was jumping through the window to your right, glass shattering around you.

You hurled through the chill, night air, Steve landing gracefully on his feet on the ground, one story below where you’d jumped out. Your feet dangling in the air, he held you close to his body as he ran across the lawn, and you heard the building crashing down behind you, the noise getting alarmingly close.

He threw a look back before stopping to a halt. Disposing you on the ground, you landed on your ass, looking up at his standing form. Behind him you saw a dust cloud charge at you. He kneeled down, holding his shield above his head as he curled you in against him with an arm around your shoulders.

He was shielding you with his naked upper body as the cloud enveloped you, and deep in your chest, through the shock and fear, astonishment and a whole lot of admiration bloomed.

You curled into his embrace, putting both hands up to support the shield as stray rocks and debris hit it.

You stayed like that for a while as the building settled in a collapsed ruin behind you, the dust cloud slowly dissolving. Your faces were so close, panting at each other, chests heaving. You remembered suddenly, you were only wearing a tiny tank top and panties, and despite the situation literally being a life or death matter, you blushed.

Steve put down his shield, throwing it on the ground as his arm released its grip around your shoulder.

You locked eyes with him, and in that moment he was everything. Tears of gratitude spilled forward as his hands held your shoulders, your own hands spread out on his naked chest, feeling his heart hammer against his ribcage.

“You saved me,” you whispered, “thank you. I don’t know how to thank you, Steve, you saved my life, ” you continued, whimpering.

“Are you alright? We need to get that leg looked at immediately,” he said, averting his eyes slightly, the tips of his ears pink. But that’s probably due to the exploding building, you reminded yourself.

As soon as he said it, the pain in your leg shot to the front of your brain, and you looked down to find a long, bleeding gash along the front of your ankle. You tried to move it and a startled, pained cry left your mouth.

Steve flinched at the sound, before quickly scooping you up, one arm under your knees and the other under your shoulder. You moaned in pain as he got to his feet.

“Your shield,” you said weakly as he started walking towards the compound again.

“It’s not important,” he said without a beat, catching your eyes in an intense look that had your heart fluttering.

You later found out Bruce Banner’s Hulk had caught him off guard as he’d worked in the lab two stories under the gym, which had led to the entire wing of recruit lodgings collapsing. There had been no casualties, though, miraculously - you and Steve being the closest.

Again he had saved your life, ridiculously risking his own in the process. You had thanked him over and over as they wheeled you into surgery, grabbing his hand and kissing it like he had yours, hoping he understood how grateful you were.

Your friends giggled as they huddled around your hospital bed. It was your eighth day in the med bay.

“You know he came straight to our room, right?” Helena said, giving you a giddy smirk.

“Oh come on, he was certainly checking on everybody,” you dismissed.

“No no, Dean said he saw him sprinting up the hall, barely even telling people to get out before he reached our room,” Sandy corrected, and the girls giggled again.

You were blushing profusely, trying so hard to fight the thought that Captain America, Steve Rogers had come specifically to check on you once there was danger. You were kind of a special protegé, as you’d earned the privilege of sparring with him one on one, but he had been nothing but professional towards you. Suffice to say, you didn’t feel like that justified him coming for you and only you in times of danger.

“Yeah, and I saw how he threw himself down that hole to you. Like nothing else mattered,” Cindy added dramatically.

“You guys, stop it, now you’re just hyping the story up to something it wasn’t,” you tried, but you were giggling with them. “Our room was at the end of the hall, closest to the lab. He probably just figured that was the part that would collapse first,” you added, forcing yourself to believe it.

“Oh well, I don’t know, he’s been here every day since you were admitted, right?” Sandy pushed, and now you were the one giggling, glancing at the flowers in the corner that he’d brought you the day before.

“Yes,” you admitted, “so you better scatter, for he usually comes around this time,” you told them pointedly, swatting Helena’s ass.

They kissed you on the cheek before skipping from the room, but you heard them greet “Captain” up the hallway.

Your heart fluttered as Steve Rogers appeared around the corner, smiling fondly as he let himself in.

Part 3

The music was loud, the room cheery and filled with talk and laughter.

Your recruitment was finally over, and you were officially agents-in-training, which was cause for a huge, fucking party.

Everyone was there, including several members of the Avengers. Natasha was sipping on a beer in the corner, surrounded by a crowd listening intently to a story she was telling.

Sam was playing pool across the room, crushing every guy that tried him on.

But most importantly, Steve was there, wearing a ridiculously gorgeous blue button up, the two buttons on the top undone, making your mind raise with promiscuity. You had finally bitten the bullet and admitted your feelings. To yourself, that was, and no one else.

Your eyes met three times over the crowd before he finally came over.

“Good evening,” he greeted you cheerfully.

“Hi,” you answered, suddenly all hot and bothered.

“Great party,” he said as he took a stand next to you, looking out on the sea of happy partiers, drunk off their asses.

“Yeah, I’m surprised you’re here. Isn’t Golden Girls having a rerun tonight?” you teased.

He looked at you with playful annoyance.

“Yeah, and I suppose it’s past your bedtime, young lady,” he answered and you threw your head back in a surprised laughter, not expecting him to banter back.

He was looking at you with a fond smile when your laughter turned to a giggle. A moment passed as you looked at each other, and you felt yourself glowing under his gaze.

“Did you get my flowers?” he asked then, and you blushed at his abruptness. You’d been nervous about bringing it up.

“Yeah, and you really don’t need to keep sending those. It’s been a while since I got out from the med bay now,” you said, trying not to reveal how flustered you were.

“I know, I know. I just seem to keep getting you in trouble,” he said, looking down at the beer in his hand.

“Steve, you’re the one who’s always saving me from trouble,” you said, putting your hand on his wrist to catch his attention again, “I hope you know how grateful I am,” you added, trying to convey how genuine you were.

His eyes met yours with such emotion, your breath caught in your throat. The room suddenly felt empty, the music fading to a lull.

You swore he inclined his head slightly before you abruptly removed your hand, straightening yourself. He snapped back to himself, clearing his throat awkwardly before looking around. You did as well, relieved when you saw no eyes on you. You did miss Natasha's knowing eyes peek at the two of you from the corner of the room.

“Excuse me,” you murmured as you stepped away, flustered, your heart hammering in your chest.

You found the balcony out from the party empty, the cold autumn air cooling your suddenly flushed skin.

Was he about to kiss you?!

You stood by the railing, enjoying the fresh air when you heard someone come out on the balcony. Your heart skipped a beat.

“What do we have here?” a slurring voice shouted, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head when you realized it was Jason, a fellow recruit from your year; mediocre fighter, arrogant asshat.

“And how are you tonight, Jason?” you asked, not bothering to mask your annoyance at his presence.

“Checking out the meat, sweetcheeks,” he answered, smugness dripping from his voice.

Before you managed to turn around and give him your best death stare, a hand reached up your bare thigh, pushing the flimsy black fabric of your minidress up. You yelped and spun around, smacking his hand away.

“Oh, don’t be like that, pretty girl. I know you were checking me out earlier,” he said, pouting sarcastically as he moved to pin you against the railing.

You squirmed at his intrusion into your personal space, mild shock settling like a sting in your chest. His breath stunk of booze, the rest of him of sweat and a nauseating amount of body spray.

“Jason, back off. I don’t know what you think you saw, but I’m not interested,” you tried to tell him authoritatively, but you sounded so small. This had never happened to you before, and your head swam with thoughts about what you should do.

“Then why are you looking so sexy tonight, teasing me in this little dress,” he said with a sneer, ignoring your discomfort completely.

You were about to lash out when a hand on his shoulder had him pausing, his hands trying to pull yours away from where they were covering your chest.

“She said back off,” you heard Steve say, and the tone of his voice told you he wasn’t pleased.

Jason chuckled bitterly, turning on stumbling feet to look up at Steve, towering above him with a scowl on his face. His expression sent a cold shiver down your spine. You had never seen him this angry before.

“Why don’t you back off and let a brother get some,” Jason answered, seemingly stupidly unaware of the deathly aura emitting from Steve’s looming form.

“I’m only going to say this once: Get lost or you’re out,” Steve said, stare cold as ice, tone dead serious.

Jason seemed to get it then, and with a pathetic huff, he scurried away.

“Whatever,” you heard him mutter as he entered the party again. A few eyes from inside were on you, paying attention to the perceived standoff happening between a simple recruit and THE Captain America. Over you.

You released the breath you were holding as soon as the door slid closed behind Jason, and Steve’s expression softened to one of mild concern.

“You okay?” he asked, and you could barely look in his eyes as you collected yourself.

“Yeah. Thanks, Steve. I could have taken him though,” you tried to lie. Steve let you keep the lie.

“I don’t doubt it, but somehow it didn’t feel right that you should,” he said gravely.

“Maybe, but that’s life,” you stated.

“Well, not when I’m around,” he answered after a moment, and you lifted your eyes to his. They shone with something akin to protection, and you felt warm again under his gaze.

“You wanna get back to the party?” he asked, breaking the building tension. The air seemed so intense between you two tonight, sizzling with something new.

“No, actually, I think I wanna turn in. Kinda tired,” you excused, but really you were burning inside from a new found hunger for Steve you knew you couldn’t keep in check much longer.

He nodded, biting his lip slightly.

“Walk you back to your room? I don't like the way Jason looked at you,” he said, voice heavy with suspicion, and before you could think, you nodded.

You were sort of panicking as you trekked the empty hallways together. Everyone had seen you leave together, and you were sweating bullets as you walked in silence, Steve’s broad figure a sizzling presence to your left.

He kept the smalltalk sweet and light, and you knew you were being irrationally nervous.

Outside your new dormroom, the tension grew thick again.

You bit your lip, looking up at Steve as he bid you goodnight with a charming smile.

“Eh, Steve,” you called out as he turned to walk away.

He turned back with a quizzical look.

You stepped up to him, and he seemed acutely aware of your presence as you came close, your hands landing tentatively on his forearms as they hung at his side.

“What’re you…?” he started, but trailed off when he looked into your eyes.

You inclined your head slightly, not even knowing what you were doing anymore.

He inclined his head just the tiniest bit in response, and then you were both leaning in.

Your lips met in a gentle, tiny kiss, your eyes falling shut as the breath was stolen from your lungs.

He was actually kissing you.

Slowly, so slowly, his hands reached up to cup your face, and then we was deepening the kiss, pulling you flush against him.

A small sound escaped you as his tongue swept into your mouth, mingling eagerly with your own. He pulled his lips away suddenly, but kept your face in his hands as his eyes scanned yours.

“Is this alright?” he asked intently, but he was panting, and his eyes were blown so far there was only a small rim of light blue around the pools of black.

“Yes. God, Steve, yes,” you panted, hands coming up to clutch the shirt on either side of his torso, twisting the fabric with desperate hands. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this,” you added despite embarrassment burning on your face at the confession.

“Glad I’m not the only one,” he chuckled against your lips.

He was back on you in a split second, and you stumbled into your room in a fierce liplock. You suddenly remembered what a mess you’d left your room in earlier as you’d tried on everything you owned before the party. Plus, you still lived with four other girls, but they were thankfully still at the party, and judging by your knowledge of them, they probably would be for hours still.

You straddled Steve’s lap hurriedly when you’d led him to your bed, and he kissed his way down your neck as you fumbled to undo his shirt, longing for his bare skin. The last time you’d felt it, a building had fallen on your ass, so you hadn’t really taken the time to relish it, though it had been at the back of your mind ever since.

He fucked you sweetly that night, and then roughly, and then sweetly again as you took a shower, going down on you as he knelt between your legs.

You’d never felt such pleasure before, Steve plucking orgasm after orgasm from your body with deft fingers and a wicked tongue, before his honest to god thick as fuck cock fucked you raw. He sounded like a god when he groaned his release. You were sprawled out limp on the bed by the time he pulled his clothes back on with a quirk in his step, looking at his watch a bit nervously.

“Should probably get out of your hair before your girlfriends return,” he said, bending over your spent form, giving you a sweet peck on the lips. You gripped his hand as he straightened, and pulled him down again to devour his lips with your own possessively. He hummed appreciatively in response.

“What if I told you I never want you to leave?” you asked against his lips, knowing you were pushing your luck.

“Then your poor friends would never get any sleep, and neither would you, missy,” he said matter-of-factly, booping your nose with his finger as he tore himself from your grip. Your core clenched at the notion.

Then he looked at you, and you could see the wheels turning in his brain.

“What?” you asked.

He glanced at the door before he sat on the edge of the bed, a hand coming up to lovingly stroke your cheek. You hummed at the touch.

“Are you sure about this? It isn’t forbidden, so we won’t get in trouble. But I’m afraid the rumours can be pretty bad around here. It won’t exactly be easy,” he said mournfully, and you knew he expected a rejection.

You sat up and grabbed his hand in yours.

“Fuck what anybody else says. I’m sure, Steve. I adore you, and I want you by my side from this day on,” you said. The shining, relieved devotion in Steve’s eyes was all you needed to be sure of your choice. Not that there ever was a choice.

You’d go to the ends of the earth for the man.

Your phone buzzed on your nightstand, and you peeked over at it.

“Coming back now. You better get loverboy outta there ;)” the text message from Helena read. The girls were gonna have a field day with this.

“Except for now. The girls are coming back, you better go,” you said as you pecked him once on the lips before pushing him off the bed.

He huffed an amused laughter, looking back over his shoulder one last time as he slipped from the room.

Part 4

“Hey, what did you just say?” you called out at him as he sauntered away.

“Y/N, don’t, it’s not worth it,” Steve said tiredly, trying with a gentle arm to turn you away.

You swatted softly at his hand and looked in his eyes. You were fuming, and his grave expression only fueled your fury. You could see Jason’s words had gotten to him, and that made you see red.

“Steve, I won’t let him talk to you that way,” you said lowly before taking a few steps forward.

“Why don’t you repeat yourself, Jason. We all know how much you like to hear yourself talk,” you called at him. He paused. Of course he would, you knew which buttons to push.

There had gathered a crowd around you now, mostly recruits from your own year, but also some from the year below, plus an odd officer here and there. In the far distance you spotted Natasha Romanoff sipping on a coffee mug as she leaned on a pillar.

He turned around with that ugly smirk. “I’m not sure you can handle it, Y/N,” he called back.

“No, come on, I wanna hear you say it again.“

He started sauntering back, arrogant ass fuming with cockiness.

“I said; the old man goes for the recruit. That’s what happens when the only pussy he could get is a hundred years old and dead,” he repeated, puncturing every word with a tone he would use for a child, seething with his arrogance.

“I’d rather have an old man than a boy, Jason. Funny how you come down on Captain Rogers when you haven’t gotten laid one, single time since we started. How many of us are there? 3000? Well, it does make sense, I mean, look at you,” you said, hearing the crowd around you gasp and “oooh” quietly.

Oh, you were just getting started.

A flicker of self-doubt flashed behind his eyes and you revelled, adrenaline flooding your system. In truth, Jason was a pretty easy target. Just tackle his weak masculinity and give him a taste of his own medicine, and he would crumble easily.

“But that’s not why no one likes you, Jason. It’s because you act like a child. A child who hasn’t gotten his candy, and is throwing a tantrum in the grocery store for everyone to see. And it’s not that we don’t feel bad for you either, Jason. We pity you in fact, as we witness you embarrassing yourself and your mother,” you stated calm and slow, walking up to him, standing a few inches away now.

He tried to speak up, but you easily interrupted him.

“And I get it, it must feel kinda bad to realise no one respects you. Not your peers, not your superiors, not even those inferior to you. Because we all see through this display for failing masculinity,” you continued, gesturing to him vaguely.

He was about a foot taller than you, but had steadily shrunk in on himself as a mortified panic settled in his eyes, fists clenching at his side.

You stepped to the side and stretched out an arm towards Steve, who stood where you’d left him, brows furrowed, arms crossed over his chest, a neutral expression of his face.

“That is a man, Jason, and quite frankly, the opposite of everything you are. Now I know you suffer from the extreme lack of balls, but I actually had no idea you lacked brains also. Because if you had the cognitive ability above a fucking cockroach, you would see that man as the ally and mentor he so gladly offers to be - not that you deserve it - and you wouldn’t be in this situation.” You patted his shoulder twice with your hand before stepping away.

Your senses tingled suddenly, and you dodged the swing of his arm as it came from the left. The crowd around you gasped.

Oh no, he didn’t. Did he really think he could take you on after having trained personally with Captain fucking America? He wouldn't catch you off guard again…

You spun around, dodged his right arm, and gave him a clear slap across the cheek with a flat hand. The smack was crisp, making the crowd around you draw in a collective breath. He grunted and swung again, keeping up the same, predictable move. You dodged easily, spun around him and gave him another slap, this time on his ass. The crowd laughed. He gave a pathetic roar before spinning and lunging on you. You bowed and flipped him easily using your back, and he landed with a hard dunk on the concrete floor of the hallway. Getting up to his knees, you gave him a closed fist punch across the face for your own enjoyment (you knew Steve would reprimand you later for being unnecessarily callous).

That’ll do it for now, you thought as you quickly immobilized him by tripping him over on his stomach on the floor, straddling his ass and pinning his arms on his back. He groaned in frustration as you kept him in the tight grip, not relenting. The crowd around you cheered, and peering over your shoulder you could see the clear amusement shining in Steve’s eyes, along with his pride. You almost giggled.

Bending down, you whispered in Jason's ear.

“Cause if you keep up this little class-act caveman thing, this is all you’re gonna see for the rest of your life. Disgust on the faces of the women in your life, and pity on the men’s. Now kindly fuck off, Jason, I’m tired of looking at your face.”

You let him go and he grunted weakly at you.

Deciding this was your mic drop, you returned to Steve and you fell into step as you resumed your walk up the hallway. Steve let you lead in your victory as the crowd kept cheering loudly behind you. It was exhilarating, but what felt best was knowing you had defended Steve for once.

As you rounded the corner at the other end, Steve abruptly and quickly pushed you up against the wall, his mouth attacking yours. You yelped into his mouth, but melted into his body as it pinned you to the wall. He pushed his thigh between yours and you felt the rock hard bulge in his pants press against your belly. He was frantic as his hands roamed your body, possessive and hungry.

You broke the kiss in amazement, seeing his lust blown eyes.

“Did you like that?” you asked, and you knew you had the most doofy smile on your face.

“That was amazing,” Steve said, panting a bit from his kiss. “I had to fight myself to not take you then and there, God, you’re so fucking sexy when you’re fiesty,” he said, admiration and lust clear in his voice and you bit your lip as his words sent sharp sparks of arousal down below.

“You know I was right. He’s a man-child, and a dick, and has nothing on you,” you said, needing to know Steve wouldn’t take what he said to heart.

“I mean, there’s a reason I didn’t break it off. The guy has had it coming for a long time, I’m just glad I got to watch,” he chuckled, and you laughed with him, still pinned between his body and the wall, your hands running up his back.

“And because it was me, right?” you asked teasingly, a hand coming down to cup the prominent tent in his pants.

“Yes, but strictly for pedagogical reasons. I needed to see if you’ve mastered the tricks I’ve taught you,” he said, trying to be nonchalant and failing as the last words ended in a groan. You were moving your hand steadily over the bulge now, eliciting soft pants from the man.

“I want your feedback on some tricks in the bedroom, Captain Rogers. Could you oblige me?” you asked, giving his chin a lithe kiss.

He groaned deep in his chest, and for a split second you actually got nervous someone would find you if he kept those noises up.

“Lead the way,” he whispered against your lips.

You did, almost running.

Author’s note: God, this one cheers me up. It was exhilarating to be able to live out my childhood dream of beating up bullies through this text lmao. Sorry if your name’s Jason lol<3

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x Y/N #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x you

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theincuhusbands · 3 years

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Summary – Y/N has a close friend who goes to another school so they rarely get to see each other. Luckily for them today is one of those amazing days where they do. However when they meet the boys for the first time it all goes a little wrong...

Warnings – Strong language, injury, comical?

Word Count – 1239

Author's Note:

F/N = 'Friends Name'

There was a mistake when I was uploading this that removed the ask. I still had a screenshot of it luckily. Sorry about that Xxxx

The world was moving UNBEARABLY slow. I couldn't take it any longer! I was perched on top of the couch, sitting over the back of it, staring intently out the window. The window had a clear view of the drive.

I was aware a couple of the boys were behind me. I had heard their footsteps walking in and out behind me. "Highness, this seems rathe-"

I jumped up, getting a better look out the window where I could see the gates opening and a blue car rolling in. I moved so quickly I waver and loose my balance, falling behind the couch. I hear a collective "Y/N!" from the boys as they rush to move the couch and pull me up.

I grab James and Damien's hands and they pull me over the sofa, their faces flooded with concern. Damien sighed "I know you're excited but you have to be careful or you'll hurt yourself..."

How am I supposed to calm down?! My heart his hammering in my chest! I nodded and smiled before running out into the main hall the boy's following in toe. I can hear the car on the pebbles outside pull to a halt.

Suddenly I feel a creep of nervousness jump into my throat. My hand freezes on the doorknob. I turn to look at the boys hesitantly. Matthew laughs a bit "Well? What are you waiting for?!"

I smile and throw the door open to see F/N standing outside the door. F/N had been one of my best friends for years but since they went to another school and we were busy with end of year tests, we hardly found the time to see each other. Their H/C hair had been styled carefully and their outfit perfectly planned to make it look like zero effort was put into it, when in reality a lot of consideration had. Just like mine.

Their E/C eye's widened just for a moment as they met mine. It only took a moment before they threw their arms around my shoulders and hurling themselves into me, almost knocking me clean off my feet. I wrap my arms around their waist hugging them tightly, trying not to let us fall.

We spin around for a second hugging tightly before they leaned back to look at me. "Wow... Y/N. You look amazing! So different from when I last saw you!" I laugh a little nervously. "Good different, or?" They gently shove my shoulder, grinning ear to ear, laughing a bit. "Of course it's good! What changed? "

They looked behind me and froze. They stared dumbfounded at them while the boys looked mildly petrified. F/N looked back at me again, pulling me in closer and whispering "These are the guys?"

I giggled and nodded eagerly. I turned around to face the boys, wrapping my arm around F/N. "F/N. Meet my roommates and friends. James, Erik, Sam, Matthew and Damien". F/N smirked and nudged my ribs "They aren't exactly all just frie-"

Cutting them off I shout "Hey guys! Come say hi!"

The boys don't hesitate to swarm us asking F/N every question under the sun; some about where they're from, others more about me. James is quick to offer his hand to shake which F/N gladly accepts.

Matthew is rattling off questions quicker than I can think, while Damien is clearly skimming through their head.

The ruckus is a nightmare. I intercept grabbing F/N's hand gently and pulling them away a couple inches. "Give her a little bit of space. Will you?" I laugh a little but F/N is smiling brightly and... blushing a little?

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I had forgotten how nice it was to just talk to someone with such simple problems. Don't get me wrong your ex-partner stealing your toothbrush is absolutely scandalous but it doesn't have the same energy as 'a succubus hunted me down, almost killed me multiple times to kidnap my friends'...

Just ever so slightly different...

They took a sip of their drink and look around the room before putting it back on the living room coffee table. The boys went to the other side of the house a while ago to give us some space. "So... when are you planning to tell me about him?"

I feel my cheeks heat up and I grab my mug a little tighter. "I... uh... what?" I laugh nervously, trying to play it off; and failing miserably. "What on earth are you talking about?"

They rase their eyebrows at me and take another sip of their tea, really taking their time.

...

"You told me a while ago you started seeing someone. If I remember correctly you said he had ginger hair, greyish almost purple ey-"

I stare at them mortified they remembered that. They just laugh, beaming with pride. "What? You thought I'd forget? So... tell me. He's the tall quiet one... isn't he?"

They lean in closer to me, their voice getting quieter as they see it. Mischief seeping through their tone. I put my face in my hands, feeling it almost melt the skin it's so hot. They just laugh. "Well then... I think I'm due my best friend speech! I'll be back."

They stand up quickly dashing out the room. Mortified I know this can't be good. I jump up almost spilling my drink everywhere. I put it down and sprint after them trying to stop them.

I chase them through the halls but they are always just a couple metres ahead of me. They stop every couple of doors trying to look inside but they are REALLY good at doging my attempts to catch them. I reach my hand out trying to grab onto them but I can't get close enough. I feel my chest starting to cave in as my breathing becomes more ragid.

"F/N!" I call out panting.

They just keep running until eventually they come to the door on the bend of the hallway. They stand there speechless and panting, for a minute I think they are about to faint. When I catch up I put a gentle hand on their shoulder, hoping to keep them steady. "F/N?"

I look inside the room and my stomach drops. There. Right there. Is Sam holding up a desk above his head, clearly looking for something underneath it but now... straight at F/N. The sight makes him stumble and he trips backwards the desk falling on top of him.

F/N and I screamed and I ran forward into the room and next to him. He coughed a bit before letting out a strained laugh, looking at me. I grab the biggest book from the shelf next to me and wack it off his arm "YOU DICK!"

He laughs again and I sit back a bit letting out a relieved sigh. I turn to see F/N completely mortified, their hands clapped over their open mouth. They say nothing for a couple seconds. Their face totally blank.

I look at Sam for help but the dickheads sitting with his hands behind his head. He looks like he's going for a fucking nap. A fucking nap.

I look back up at F/N who is staring intently at Sam. "Do... you- uh... need an ambulance?" Sam just shrugs and shakes his head. They pause for a minute before nodding and just turning around and walking back down the hall.

I have a lot of explaining to do...

#seduce me #seducemeotome #aomaris #sam anderson #james anderson #damien anderson #erik anderson #izroul #raestrao #seduce me demon war #matthew anderson #damien x reader

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sassyhobbits · 4 years

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Could we get the scene where Aelin and Rowan learn they're pregnant in ONS, please? 🥰 (and maybe a little glimpse at them deciding to try?)

my literal pleasure. i hope you like it!

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Princess Aelin Ashryver Galathynius of Terrasen hadn’t believed that it was possible to reach the levels of bliss she currently experienced. Being married to Rowan was truly a gift. Her husband continuously made her happier with each passing day.

Tonight had been their two year wedding anniversary. They had celebrated by renting out a nice restaurant in downtown Orynth for just the two of them. They had eaten and laughed and reminisced while enjoying wonderful wine. Now, they were back at the palace, laying in bed, tangled in the sheets after making love.

Everything was perfect. Their life together was perfect.

Aelin’s head rested on Rowan’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart and breathing in his pine and snow scent. His fingers stroked her hair, legs tangled within her own. It was paradise. There was nothing more she could want.

Well… there was one thing she could want.

It was an idea that had been swirling around her head for the past few months or so, but she had yet to voice it to the man at her side. She knew in her gut that it was what she wanted, but it wasn’t something they had discussed yet. And it worried her what would happen if they weren’t on the same page about it.

Aelin’s arms wrapped tighter around her husband. “Ro?”

“Yes, Fireheart?”

Her mouth opened, but the words faltered on her lips. She sat up, allowing Rowan to look her in the eyes. He wore a beautiful, serene, smile on his face, but a furrow formed between his brows as he took a look at her expression, cupping her jaw and skimming his thumb over her cheekbone.

“What is it, Aelin?”

She sucked down a deep breath, looking into the eyes of the man she loved, before she opened her mouth. “I want to have a baby.”

Aelin’s heart hammered beneath her ribs, biting her bottom lip and waiting for her husband to respond. She could normally read Rowan like the back of her hand, but she couldn’t quite pin down exactly what was going through his head.

Aelin knew what happened to Lyria, knew that Rowan’s previous fiancé had been pregnant when she had passed. She knew that knowledge would forever weigh on Rowan. The topic of children had yet to come up between them.

Rowan sat up, taking one of Aelin’s hands within his own and holding it against his chest.

“You want to have a baby?” Rowan whispered.

Aelin nodded. “Yes. I do. I’m ready… if you are.”

There were a few beats of silence where Aelin could have heard a pin drop, waiting for her husband to give his response.

And then Rowan smiled. A wide, full smile that split his entire face and made his green eyes sparkle. He released a bright laugh and nodded.

“Yes. I think we’re ready to have a baby.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Yes. Of course.”

Aelin laughed and lunged forward, throwing her arms around Rowan’s shoulders and kissing him deeply. Her husband swept her up against her, holding her firmly.

For a few more moments, they held one another and kissed, whispering how much they loved one another. Eventually, they pulled back and rested their foreheads against one another’s.

“So…” Aelin murmured. “You ready to start trying?”

Rowan chuckled. “Now?”

“What? You worn out already, old man?”

The sparkle in Rowan’s eyes was dangerous. He didn’t hesitate before slanting his mouth over hers and laying back down on the bed.

The idea of a child was exciting, but Aelin would sure as hell enjoy the path to get there.

…

A whirlwind six months passed by.

Aedion and Lysandra were married. It was a beautiful ceremony and Aelin was fairly certain she cried the entire time, immensely happy to see her cousin and her best friend so happy. Lorcan and Elide finally got engaged and were currently in the throes of planning their own wedding. Aelin knew Rowan took delight in how it tortured Lorcan.

Aelin knew she shouldn’t take it so hard when each month passed and she had yet to get pregnant. She remembered her mother saying that it took her a while to conceive as well. Aelin had gone to the doctor a few days after she and Rowan decided to try for a baby to ensure everything was well. After she had been injured by the bullet all those years ago, the doctors had assured her that everything would be fine. She had just wanted to be sure. Once again, her gynecologist told her that she was completely healthy, that sometimes it just took time.

Still… it was hard not to get disappointed every month when her cycle came around.

Aelin muffled her groan into her pillow as her alarm rang out for the third time. She continued to snooze it, not quite feeling her best. She knew she needed to get up and get herself somewhat ready before Lysandra got here to do her makeup and get her dressed before her appearance today. They were opening another facility for the Ashryver Institute and Aelin would be there for the grand opening. She would give a speech, pose for some photos…

Aelin reached across the bed, hands searching for the warm body that was normally next to her, but finding nothing but cool sheets. Every morning for the past four days, she woke up forgetting that her husband was currently across the sea in Doranelle, visiting his family.

Gods, it hadn’t even been a week and she missed him so badly. Pathetic. But she loved him.

Aelin sat up, rubbing at her eyes, which grew wide when she was suddenly hit was an overwhelming wave of nausea.

She sprung out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, knees barking in pain against the tile as she fell before the toilet and lost the contents of her stomach.

She hurled until she had nothing left inside of her, slumping over and trying to catch her breath. Good gods, she felt like shit. Where the hell had this come from? She had felt completely fine last night.

There was a knock on her door and then the sound of a brisk, heeled walk that Aelin instantly recognized.

“Aelin, honey? You in here?” Lysandra called.

“Bathroom,” Aelin rasped out.

The footsteps came closer and Lysandra peeked her head into the bathroom, looking as stunning as ever. Her delicate face fell as she saw Aelin.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Aelin assured her, flushing the toilet. She pushed to her shaky feet and lumbered over to the sink, splashing some cool water into her face. “Just felt nauseous all of the sudden.”

Lysandra ran a soothing hand down the silk on the back of Aelin’s nightgown. “Did you not feel well last night?”

“No, I felt fine last night.”

Lysandra’s hand stilled on her back, her green eyes catching hers in the mirror.

“What?” Aelin asked worriedly. “What’s that look for?”

“Aelin…” Lysandra whispered. “When was your last period?”

The princess opened her mouth, at first certain that nothing was out of the ordinary but… she was late. It hadn’t crossed her mind with how busy she had been for the past month with setting up the opening of the Ashryver Institute but… her skin had been looking amazing recently. Glowing. She had originally thought maybe a few of her tops had shrunk, but maybe her boobs had gotten bigger.

“Holy shit,” Aelin hissed, swooping down beneath the sink and grabbing the box of pregnancy tests they kept stored beneath. “Do you think…?”

“Just fucking do it!” Lysandra ordered.

Aelin sprung into action, heart pounding in her chest as she did what needed to be done.

The princess paced back and forth across the rug covering the tile floor, running her fingers through her hair. Lysandra had a timer on her phone, which finally chimed, causing Aelin to freeze in her tracks.

“Oh gods,” Aelin squeaked, dragging her hands down her face. “I can’t look.”

“Do you want me to do it for you?” Lysandra offered.

All Aelin could do was give a meek nod.

Aelin could have sworn that time froze when Lysandra picked up the little plastic test and held it up to her eyes. She watched her friend’s expression with bated breath, searching for any small shift in expression. But it wasn’t small. It was huge.

Lysandra gave a ridiculously large grin before slapping a hand over her mouth.

“What does it say!?” Aelin demanded shrilly.

Lysandra flipped the test around before cheering, “I’m going to be an aunt!”

Aelin felt her eyes well with burning tears, placing a hand over her heart. “I’m- I’m pregnant?”

“You’re pregnant!”

Aelin began crying in earnest as Lysandra swept her up in her arms and embraced her. It wasn’t long before Lysandra was shedding tears right along with her.

“Oh gods, I need to tell Rowan!” Aelin gasped, wiping at her eyes.

“When does he get back?”

“Two days.” Aelin bit at her lip. “Gods, I’m so excited I don’t even know if I can wait.”

“You have to! This isn’t over the phone news!”

She was right, of course, but Aelin was still buzzing. She had no idea how she was going to get through the opening today, not when her heart was dancing in her chest like it was. Aelin detangled herself from Lysandra, turning to her side and looking at her still-flat stomach in the mirror. She put her hand on it, at the little life growing there.

She couldn’t wait to meet them.

…

Aelin wasn’t sure how she got through the next two days. The opening of the new facility luckily kept her busy and didn’t allow her time to think about the baby or calling her husband. She swore Lysandra to secrecy about the pregnancy. No one else could know before Rowan did. Aedion, however, was a perceptive little shit and realized that the two girls were keeping a secret. It drove him insane that they wouldn’t tell him.

Lysandra had taken her to the doctor, just to confirm what the test had told them. Yes. Aelin was undoubtedly pregnant.

Aelin was thankful for the time difference between Orynth and Doranelle, leaving her and Rowan with little time to communicate. Normally, she hated that factor of travel. Now, it had become her saving grace. The most they talked were brief stories and I love you exchanges.

Rowan’s flight was getting in late that night. Aelin had told herself that she would stay up until he got home, but fatigue got the better of her. She ended up dozing off on the bed, still dressed in a comfy sweater and leggings.

At least she was woken up pleasantly, with a brush of soft kisses on her jaw and cheek and the scent of her husband enveloping her.

“Rowan?” Aelin grumbled, peeling her eyes open and sitting up. She smiled sleepily as she saw him. He seemed a little tired as well, but still handsome. Always handsome. “You’re home.”

“I am.” Rowan sat down beside her on the bed, giving her a long, slow kiss. “I missed you.”

Aelin melted into the kiss, leaning closer to Rowan’s warmth. “I missed you more.”

They indulged in a few more slow, lazy kisses before Rowan pulled back. His eyes scanned her, the clothes she still wore and the bed she hadn’t bothered to get fully into. “Were you waiting up for me?”

“I tried to, at least. I’ve just been really sleepy lately.”

“You’ve been working hard.”

“That’s… that’s not the only reason.”

Rowan’s brows furrowed. He moved a bit closer, scanning her from head to toe as if he'd find some sort of ailment. "Are you alright? Did something happen?"

"Yes, something happened but-" Aelin cut herself off with a tiny laugh. "I think it's better if I show you."

She reached towards the bedside table and opened the drawer, pulling out a little box wrapped with a Terrasen green and silver bow. She handed the box to Rowan, who raised a brow at her as if to say I didn't forget a birthday, did I?

Aelin shook her head at him. Just open it, you brute.

Rowan complied, undoing the bow and lifting the top off the box. He carefully peeled back the decorative paper wrapping in which Aelin had wrapped the positive pregnancy test.

Rowan froze, staring at the test as if he couldn’t trust his own sight. His gaze turned to her, eyes wide and disbelieving and cautious, as if waiting for her to say it was a joke. But all Aelin could do was smile so widely her cheeks hurt.

“Aelin…” Rowan whispered, those green eyes that she loved so much beginning to glisten. “Are… are you…?”

“I’m pregnant, Rowan,” she finished for him. “I’m pregnant.”

Rowan released a short, joyful laugh, placing the box down beside him on the bed before kissing Aelin soundly. She laughed and smiled against his lips as she cried, certain her husband was as well.

“We’re having a baby,” Rowan murmured, almost as if he were still trying to convince himself it was happening.

“We are.” Aelin placed her hand over her stomach, looking at it fondly. “I still can’t believe it.”

Rowan reached out, covering the back of her hand with his own. He kissed her temple. “Me neither.”

“I’m so excited. But also terrified.”

Her husband chuckled. “So am I. But, I know that we can do this. Together.”

“To whatever end,” Aelin murmured. She tilted her face up towards Rowan, kissing him again. “I love you.”

Rowan wrapped her up in his arms, holding her close. Aelin never felt more content than when they were like this. He kissed her again once, twice, hand on her stomach the entire time.

“I love you too, Fireheart.”

#rowaelin #ONE NIGHT STANDARDS #my writing #oneshot

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