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cryptidprimalslayer · 3 years

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Precipice Pt. 1: Rak’Tika

this is Ney’s time in the First so uhh spoilers for essentially the entirety of SHB.

You know the saying too much of a good thing is a bad thing? this is one of those moments. this is the exact definition of that saying. all this damn white bullshit and blankness. i hate everything. i hate sineaters, i hate doing things against my will. i wanna rip his ears off and feed them to the Lightwardens. he could’ve just brought me but no he had to bring her and him and the other who i swear i dont know how he got here. really i dont like anyone here and i’d like to leave with my unwilling party like yesterday. but things can never be easy and i have to do my worst nightmare; play the hero successfully. the Scions wouldve been a better group then me, more willing. like of all the things that couldve happened to me. whatever, it is what it is. lemme just go find someone then.

i couldn’t take one step out of the Crystarium without immediately having ten things on my ass tryna kill me. i outran them and finally arrived in someplace different. it was a forest again swarming with things that wanted to kill me but i dispatched them with medium effort. this Light is really killing my eyes. granted i live in a perpetually overcast environment but beggars can’t be choosers. i was walking along looking but not looking for ay signs of life when i came across an abandoned settlement. it looked burnt down as well. Ah the unwanted memories...... i blinked and suddenly i was surrounded. funny i didn’t even hear them approach. “it’s alone we can take it!” an arrow cut through the air and lodged into my thigh. i heard two different cries as i fell to my knees. one was mine and the other must’ve been these people’s leader cause they all stood down. i heard this one approach this time as i was focused on my new accessory. then they started to speak, well yell was more accurate, at the people.

“who fired that arrow?...... i said WHO FIRED THE ARROW?!” i looked up in time to see everyone flinch then an Miqo’te, or i guess Mystel here, raised their hand slowly. the man walked over to them and then smacked them in the face. that gauntlet probably leaves a nice mark. “I distinctly remember saying let me see what it is when you reported you found something unusual. tell me does that look like a sineater to you?” he facepalmed then walked up to me helping me to my feet; i had already dislodged the arrow and did my best to close the wound.

“Lovely group ya got here man. i can tell we’ll get along just fine.” he rolled his eyes and cleaned up my shotty healing job; though his wasn’t entirely perfect either, he’s no white mage.

“C’mon i’ll show you to our camp.” he held my arm as we slowly made our way to their humble home. that hurt more then it should, i feel like lead tryna hold myself upright and walk. he mustve noticed it as well since he stopped and picked me up with an inaudible grumble. there was of course pain in my thigh but it was spreading like fire in my veins. i’m embarrassed to say i blacked out while being carried. How weak this makes me look. i believe i was in and out of consciousness a few times, one was the pace was now running instead of walking, second was being taken into a house and laid on a bed, the last was several people standing over me. i’m unsure how much time was passed after that, with this eternal light and all. i sat up, pushing the handmade blanket off of me and looked around. i saw my rapier propped against the bedframe and a vacant chair at my bedside. how long was i out? “how hard have you been pushing yourself Ney? after we absolved the poison you passed out again and it’s been two days since you first came to these woods.” the voice came from the door so i looked up and saw him.

“why is this any of your concern hm? i dont recall my mother being a Dark Knight. You shouldn’t have let me sleep that long then if you’re so concerned.”

He let out a aggravated huff and came over, sitting backwards in the seat and staring at me. “I let you sleep that long because i was that concerned like it or not. You’re pushing yourself to exhaustion then not giving yourself enough rest before doing it all over again. you will keel over eventually Ney, i know you know this.” i dont have my other arm to cross them so i just looked away with a huff of my own. he responded by grabbing my chin and forcing me to look him in the eye. i always did find them an odd shade, never certain if they were entirely silver or slightly yellowish. “You just don’t get it do you? People are going to care about you regardless of your shoving them away.”

“It’s only because i’m-”

He actually stood up and hurled the chair at the wall, pulled me to my feet holding me by my shoulders; giving me a good shake. “FUCK THE TWELVE NEY IM NOT TALKING ABOUT THEM.” i’ve never heard someone get so passionate about someone else’s lifestyle. not even Hien gets this loud when annoyed with my self care methods. “Fuck your crystal of light, fuck the echo fuck everything you think people only care about you for. i’m talking to Ney Tswarri the Viera in front of me, not the primal slayer i hear about every other day.” i’m gonna save you the trouble and just say he yelled at me a lot more about how i need to care about myself and then a few holes in the walls and some broken furniture later he composed himself and gave me some food. i was under the impression he’d force feed me this stew so i ate it slowly. i had to eat until i was full then and only then was i allowed to make small talk with him. “It’s been five years i believe since i first came here. i’ve done what i can for these people but it’s clear a white mage would’ve been more useful.” then become a white mage is that so hard? he talks of the sineaters and a possible Lightwarden nearby according to some rumors. i was sitting during all of this so i stood then promptly fell on my face.

“Did you really have to remove my leg as well?” i pulled myself into a sitting position and scanned the room for my leg. so you wouldn’t immediately run off and get yourself killed without proper knowledge or preparations, honestly fuck you man; it’s like you want to stay or some shit.

“it’s also nighttime so back to bed with you.” Fray went over to the thrown chair and collected it, setting it by my bed to sit guard. Guess there’s always wait for him to fall asleep and look for the leg later. i pulled myself into bed and rolled towards the wall so he couldn’t see if i was asleep or not. “And actually sleep Ney......please.” but im not tired i literally just woke from a two day slumber.

They don’t know the reason i dont sleep much or at all is i cant let the nightmares find me cause then there’s no chance of sleeping again. they just so happened to find me this night and i woke in a cold sweat convinced the house was on fire, tumbling outta bed. “Hey whoa there. it was a nightmare you’re fine now. see look nothing’s different then it was. you’re fine. i’m fine. there’s no fire.” so i talked in my sleep did I? we stayed seated on the floor, the blanket tangled still around my legs while i tried to calm myself back down. “i know you don’t want to but i need you to try and sleep again. it’s the middle of the night.”

when i woke next, i can only assume it’s morning, i found we were still on the ground but we had shifted to leaning against the bed. i had been resting on a pillow placed in his lap with a blanket over me, as well as his arm resting at my chest. i guess i’m staying then, enjoy the quiet hours.

#ffxiv #fray myste #i'm going to care for you on purpose #love yourself this is a threat #kinda mama bear

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prettyyoungtragedy · 5 years

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Written in the Stars (14)

Characters: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You’re the type of woman who is headstrong and fiercely independent. Heiress to a fortune and one of the most brilliant minds of the 21st century. Until you’re forced into witness protection. Your “Protection” turns out to be 220 pounds of dreamy, sassy, delightful Bucky Barnes. Whatever could go wrong?

Warnings: character death, angst, swearing, general sadness

A/N: And we are at the end of this wonderful journey ya’ll have come on with me and I couldn’t be happier that ya’ll stuck around for it! It’s been a roller coaster and long days of agonizing on how to end this fic so I hope this ending is worth it! I love you all for the love you left on this and appreciate every single one of you! DONT WORRY THE ENDING IS GOOD I PROMISE

This was generously Beta’d by my beta @suz-123 , without whom this fic wouldn’t get done!

Links are being a bitch so you can find the whole fic in my WIP masterlist in my bio!

Taglist is closed, Sorry guys!

It is said that soldiers who suffered from PTSD rarely remembered their lives before the war that ravaged their minds. They stumble around after returning from the war, trying to find their feet in the land of the living, trying to remember what it was like before they were torn apart and shoddily put back together by some form of sanity, but they never truly find their feet again. There is always a part of them that will remain haunted by their deeds, and the memories of the atrocities they witnessed.

Bucky Barnes had almost a century of memories, a century of atrocities and horrors. Pain, death, cold, lives taken, his own among them. He had built a dam wall to hold all those memories back, to keep himself sane, to find a grip on reality, and to find his feet in the world again. He’d held that dam back for so long, he held it back when they called him a monster and called for his arrest, he held it back when he lost battle after battle with his mind, and he held it back when he thought he’d lost you in that bomb blast.

But when he sees those bullets hit you, it’s like everything moved in slow motion for him. He surged forward, a scream erupting from his throat and then the dam breaks. It’s slow at first, memories slowly bleeding through the cracks like stark blood on white snow and then it’s like a torrent, a downpour, sweeping through his mind wiping everything he’d worked so hard on building aside and all that remained at that moment was his former self.

The Soldier who held the lives of others with little regard, the asset who was built for compliance, the assassin whose heart was stone cold.

And everything turned black for him, James Buchanan Barnes didn’t exist at that moment, only the Soldier did. And the Winter Soldier did what he does best, kill.

~~~

Steve ran up the stairs as fast as he could, taking two at a time. He heard the gun go off and Bucky scream, and he feared the worst. Behind him, Sam is going as fast as he can as well, neither of them knows what’s going on. Bucky had turned his comms off.

He sees the doorway at the end of the hallway and sprinted faster, seconds later he burst through the open door, skidding to a halt.

What Steve saw stopped his heart, in all the years of knowing Bucky, and all the war he had seen, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw at that moment.

“What the hell…” Sam breathed out beside him, he could hear the shock in his voice.

Both men looked at Bucky, who was on his knees cradling you in his arms covered in blood in front of him lay Arcas, or rather a faceless version of the man they knew. His face had been pummeled, almost beyond recognition, chest eviscerated, he was definitely not alive.

“Bucky…” Steve said softly taking a step towards his friend. Bucky who slowly looked up at them, blood covered face and terror in his eyes.

“What did you do?”

It’s a loaded question, Steve knows what he’s done, what Bucky was afraid he would do for you, he knew this from the moment Bucky had said he was in love with you. Bucky had killed for you, he was ready to die for you, this had been Steve’s worry from the start.

“She’s dying, help me,” Bucky croaked out, holding you out towards Steve and Sam.

Sam immediately moved forward and knelt in front of Bucky looking you over. There’s so much blood he can barely see anything properly.

“GSW, three slugs,” He said, “FRIDAY, read her vitals.”

There was a pause before the AI responded, “There’s a pulse, but just barely. She requires immediate medical attention.”

Steve seemed to be glued to his place in the doorway, his heart hammering in his chest as he watched Sam call in medical evac. It was taking him a moment to process all the bodies he’d seen in the hallway leading to this room and, even more so, the body of Arcas that was still in the room with them.

He knew the Winter Soldier was cold, but he never expected this level of the killer to come from his best friend.

“Steve?” Sam said urgently snapping him out of his thoughts,

“Yes, yes, I am here,” he said quickly striding towards Sam and Bucky, he placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder as Sam took your barely conscious form from his arms. At first, Bucky doesn’t let go of you, but Sam gently tugged at you and he relents, his shoulders dropping the second you’re in Sam’s arms.

Bucky keeled forward, and Steve grabbed him. His head dropped against Steve’s shoulder and he hears Bucky take a shuddering breath.

“I got you, buddy, I got you,” Steve said softly, gripping his friend tight in an embrace.

Thirteen hours later

Doctor Fine walked out of the OR wiping the sweat from his brow and taking off the pale blue surgical mask and tiredly sighing. He meets the expectant gaze of four pairs of eyes, and he sighed again trudging towards them.

He has done this so many times and it never gets easier. He hates the feeling it brings him, he hates the look of utter grief in their eyes and he hates the feeling he gets when he walks away after telling them he failed.

Doctor Fine comes to a halt in front of the soldiers, his eyes move over each one of them. They are covered in dirt and grime, scars of their battle still plastered all over them. He’s stitched up every single one of them at some point in career and still does.

“Doc?” Tony Stark said quietly, with almost beseeching eyes.

“I’m sorry, we did everything we could,” Fine’s voice is steady as it always when he tells the loved ones of patient they didn’t make it, he’s learned to harden his emotions when doing this, “We trie-”

But he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Bucky Barnes, the most tortured of them all, whirled around and walked out of the waiting room faster than he had ever seen anyone walk before.

Three men remain, and they all look at the Winter Soldier’s retreating figure. They know, they understand, but they can’t find the words.

~~~

The moment those two words touched his ears, Bucky’s world fell around him. Like hail falling from the sky, bit by bit he lost control of everything around him. He went deaf to whatever the doctor was saying, his lips moved but Bucky didn’t hear him.

‘You failed.’ His mind kept repeating again and again to him. Screaming it at him, repeatedly like the steady fall of something against a drum, the words echo in his mind.

You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed her…

Suddenly he couldn’t breathe, he needed to get out of there. He felt his lungs choking up, the air escaping him and he feels dizzy. He can feel all their eyes on him, he can almost hear the pitiful gazes and it's crushing him.

He has to get out, he has to get out, he has to get out.

And so he does, Bucky whirled around and moved as fast as his legs could carry him. Bursting through the doors of the waiting room, he runs as fast as he can. The second he sees an exit he takes it and almost launches himself through the doorway, people scattering out of his way in the process but he doesn’t care.

Bucky’s can’t breathe, he can’t breathe, not without you, he can’t breathe.

Three days later

The rain has calmed down to a soft drizzle, and all the colors seem to be brighter for some reason. The bright green grass stands out against the grey of the tombstones and the flowers that lay around them are pops of color that make a dreary cemetery seem alive and the mourners clad in black are a stark contrast to the vibrancy the rainy day brings.

Steve stands beside him, hands clasped in front of him and a serious expression on his face. Bucky wears sunglasses even though there’s no sun, he doesn’t want to look at anyone, or for anyone to see his sleepless eyes. He doesn’t want to be here, there are people around him he recognizes, every person in your life including your family who was the reason you were dead, to begin with.

Anger surges through him, he wants to kill them all but, from beside him, Steve places a hand on his shoulder, and his anger disappears. That’s not what you would have wanted, Bucky has killed enough for you.

It’s cold and damp, and grey, yet the rain brings vibrancy and Bucky hates every second of it.

Sixteen days later

Hands jammed into his pockets, baseball cap pulled low, shoulders hunched, he stares at the grey stone before him. He just feels numb, he can’t explain it, he can’t feel his emotions anymore. He won’t speak to Steve, or Sam, or Tony or any of them. He doesn’t care about anything, he just wants to be left alone for a little bit so before he goes to the lake house he has to stop here and say goodbye, alone.

Why is it fucking raining again, he thinks to himself as he turned his eyes skyward, squinting slightly as a few drops hit his cheeks. Everything seemed so dull, and dreary.

Footsteps approaching him draw his attention away from the gravestone before him and Bucky looked up to see his favorite redhead approaching. She’s wearing that pretty black coat of hers, he always did like that one on her. Natasha gives him a small smile as she slipped her hands into the pockets of her coat, coming to a stop a few feet away from him.

“Hi James,” She said softly,

“Hey,” He muttered,

“How are you holding up?”

“Fine,”

Natasha sighed, he was lying obviously, she knew this.

“Fury needs to see you,” She said,

“No,”

“I really think you should see him, James,”

“Why, Nat? What is he going to say that I haven’t already said to myself a thousand times over?”

“Trust me, please? Go and see him, okay? Before you leave, it’s important.”

Bucky frowned at her insistence. There was something she wasn’t telling him and he didn’t like it.

“I can’t do it, I can’t face them,”

“I know…”

“So why are you here?”

“Because I didn’t want you to be alone,” She said softly as she stepped closer and pulled Bucky into a tight embrace. At first, he doesn’t react, and then he sighed into her touch, holding her tightly in return.

The pair stays like that for a full minute, neither of them saying anything, just embracing each other. Natasha doesn’t press him to talk to her, she knows what he’s doing to himself already, she can only imagine what is going on in his mind and she needs him to be okay, so she insists he sees Fury.

“Come with me?” He asked quietly and Natasha almost sighed with relief. She stepped back and held him at arm's length regarding him for a moment.

“Of course,” She murmured giving him a soft smile.

~~~

Nick Fury was waiting for him on the hangar, Bucky walked across the landing with Natasha at his side. She slipped her hand around his arm, giving him a reassuring smile as they approached him.

Steve is standing near the quinjet with Tony, both of them throw Bucky and Natasha a cautious glance before they go back to quietly talking between each other.

It had been days since Bucky had come to the tower or spoken to any of them, Steve let him hole himself up in his apartment in Brooklyn and left him alone. He tried to talk to Bucky multiple times but was just met with silence, and eventually, Steve knew, he was going to have to wait this one out so he let him be.

As the pair came to a halt, Fury looked up from the file in his hand and gave them both a curt nod.

“Romanoff, Sergeant,” He said,

“Fury,” Their voices greeting him in unison,

“Thought we could have a little debrief if you’re up to it?” Fury said cautiously,

Bucky sighed, no time like the present. He might as well get this over and done with before he left.

“Yeah, yeah. What do you need from me?” He asked quietly.

“Well let’s get on the jet first, there’s something I want to show you.” Fury said gesturing towards the Quinjet where Steve and Tony now stood.

Bucky frowned, but he doesn’t protest. He wants this to be over and done with as quickly and painlessly as possible, although he doesn’t know if that’s a possibility at this point.

Natasha urges him forward a little, and he followed Fury and her towards the jet. Steve offered him a quick smile, and a squeeze to the shoulder, before him and Tony clambered into the jet as well. He doesn’t know what’s going on, or why all three of them, including director Fury, were all going to this debriefing together, but he remains silent.

The jet ride to wherever they are going is quiet, none of them speak and the silence is deafening. Bucky sits at the back of the jet, his mind occupied with thoughts of you, and the coldness that settled in his heart slowly eating away at him.

He really needed to leave once this was all over.

A little while later, Steve lands the jet and, to Bucky’s surprise, they’re at his lake house. He looked around at the four of them in confusion, wondering why they had brought him here.

“Why are we here?” He asked,

“To debrief everyone that was on that last mission,” Fury said cryptically,

“We’re missing a few people,” He pointed out,

“They’re already here,” Steve said and gestured towards the house where Bucky sees Sam walking out the front door.

His heart is suddenly beating a little faster in his chest, Bucky has no idea what the hell is going on and it’s putting him on edge. Why were they all here? He silently prayed to whatever was out there that they were not pulling some intervention shit on him because he would kill them all if they were.

They make their way to the lake house, Bucky hanging back a little dreading whatever this debriefing was going to be. He didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t want to rehash what he had done, all those lives he’d taken, all the people he had hurt. He wanted to bury that memory deep within his mind and never speak about it again.

Mostly, he didn’t want to talk about you, or the fact that you were gone, and he had failed to save you. He kept replaying that moment in his mind when the gun goes off, again and again, and again, and every night since it happened he had woken up screaming.

Bucky pulled off his coat and dropped it onto the nearby couch, he walked over to the large bay window, waiting for the rest of the team to settle in. He frowned as he looked around his place, it seemed like someone had been here or living here for a bit, it must have been Sam, since he was here before, but still, he found it weird that Sam would be here without him.

“Can we get this over with?” Bucky asked turning to the rest of them who were now all gathered in the room,

Fury nodded but doesn’t take a seat, none of them do.

“Let’s discuss the night protection detail Aphrodite was taken,” He started, Bucky’s blood immediately runs cold.

Deep breaths, deep breaths, he reminds himself.

“Subject was taken at 23H22 after being dropped off by Captain Rogers codename Kratos who checked the apartment before leaving, he ordered Agent 27 codename Achilles to take over detail but was intercepted by Agent 12 codename Arcas who stated Achilles was ill and he would step in. Arcas was a sleeper Winter Soldier which we have been looking for-”

“Do we need to run through all of this using codenames?” Bucky interrupted Nick,

“Yes,” Fury stated simply before continuing, “Arcas was a sleeper, he infiltrated the organization by faking his credentials and perfectly positioning himself in the chain of command for almost a year. Upon finding Aphrodite missing, we sent Alpha team to find her, Alpha team consisting of Sam Wilson codename Poseidon, Bucky Barnes codename Ares and Steve Rogers codename Kratos and a STRIKE unit to a plot in Jersey where we discovered over three dozen soldiers, enhanced by Hydra experiments-”

Bucky shut his eyes as the memory of that night came rushing back, he feels like he can’t breathe all of a sudden, again. The sound of Fury’s voice recounting what had happened falling deaf to his ears, his mind not allowing him to move past all the blood and the sight of you in his arms.

At some point Bucky stopped listening, he stared out the window as Fury continued to recount the events of that night to all of them as if they all hadn’t been there and witnessed it first hand. Every time Fury mentioned your name, Bucky flinched inwardly, it hurt hearing your name and even worse it hurt hearing it being thrown around as if you weren’t a real person but instead just a mission failed.

Steve began to talk, and Bucky heard parts of what he was saying, “We had the extraction team but there were complications-”

He zoned out again, thinking about the last time he was here in this lake house with you. The night in the bedroom when he wished he said he loved you, god damn it, and he did at that moment. The next morning when he made breakfast with you, and the way your kisses had tasted like strawberries again he wished he told you he’d loved you then, and the smile on your face when he kissed you.

Fuck, he feels like he can’t breathe again.

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose and inhaled slowly, deeply trying to regain control over his breathing.

“Bucky?” Steve’s voice said softly, suddenly beside him,

He looked up at him, quickly trying to recover from the mini panic attack he was currently having.

“What?”

“Did you hear what Fury said?” Steve asked slowly, everyone in the room looked at him expectantly, hopefully. What the hell had Fury said?

“No, I zoned out sorry.” He muttered,

Fury chuckled before handing him the file in his hand, “Read the last part of the brief written by me,” He instructed,

Bucky frowned as he took the file and looked down at it. His eyes moved across the neatly written words on the white page, it looked like it had been added in later on as the rest of the brief was typed.

“Read it out loud,” Steve urged,

Suddenly his heart began to beat faster and faster in his chest as he read it over and over, his mind running faster than he was able to process the information.

“Fury what is this?” Bucky asked looking up at the Director of SHIELD.

“Exactly what you think it is, Sergeant.” Fury replied calmly,

“But how? Why? What?”

Bucky couldn’t find any words at that moment, his brain couldn’t comprehend anything, and he shot to his feet, staring at the file in his hand in disbelief.

“Sam,” Steve nodded in his direction as if this were a signal for him to do something. Sam rose to his feet and walked out of the living room disappearing down the hallway for a minute. Each passing second made Bucky’s heart thunder harder and harder in his chest, it felt as if his heart were about to explode out of his chest cavity. He forgot that he was holding his breath, clutching the file in his hand so tight it wrinkled the white pages, Steve placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and gave him a small smile.

“Breathe buddy, you’re going to pass out,”

Bucky looked at Steve for a moment with wide eyes and released a shaky breath.

His mind kept saying it couldn’t be, that there was no way the information Fury had added was true but a small part of him wished with all his heart, it was.

And then Sam returned, a few moments walking slowly as he helped the figure’s whose shoulder his arm was carefully draped around. Footfalls move closer and closer and then Bucky’s heart stopped.

His eyes meet yours and the breath vanishes from his lungs, and he rapidly blinked as he took you in. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second counting to three before opening them again as if he were trying to make sure you were real and this wasn’t a dream of his.

Then you spoke,

“Hey Bucky,” Your voice soft and like music to his ears and his legs buckled, dropping him to his knees moments before Steve tried to catch him.

“What the fuck,” He whispered,

~~~

“Tetrodotoxin B,” Fury repeated.

Everyone in the room holds their breath at the explanation Fury had just given Bucky, it had taken both Steve and Sam to calm him down after they’d explained to him what they had done and how you were still alive and he was still furious. There is an indiscernible look on his face as his eyes moved to each individual in the room. Steve, Tony, Sam, Natasha, Fury, and then, lastly, at you.

“Whose brilliant fucking idea was this?” The sarcasm in Bucky’s voice is evident, “And did every one of you assholes know this entire time?”

“No, Fury told none of us until after the funeral,” Steve replied calmly,

“And you kept it from me for two weeks? You let me suffer thinking I failed her for two whole fucking weeks, Rogers?” Bucky suddenly exploded at them,

“I wanted to tell you Bucky, I swear on my life. But-”

“It had to seem believable in case Hydra was there or watching you,” Natasha said interrupting Steve.

“What gives you the right-” He began to say, but Fury cuts him off,

“I had every right, Sergeant, and you’ll do well to remember that. We saved her life, we are giving you both a clean start here. Hydra thinks she’s dead, and now she’s safe. I made a plan, and I executed that plan, albeit there were a few hiccups along the way, like her getting shot-”

“Through the clavicle, stomach and shoulder,” You added for good measure and Bucky throws you an annoyed look before you just shrugged at him.

“Right, that was unplanned, but we saved her or rather the serum those Hydra idiots gave her saved her and I told Doctor Fine to tell you all she died. This was something we agreed on, long before you were even a part of her protection, Barnes. The only way she could escape all this was to in a way to die.” Fury continued, “So we gave her the Tetrodotoxin B during the surgery and stitched her up, had a funeral, and brought her here to recover. The safest place on the planet for her.”

Bucky looked at you for a moment, his anger seemingly dissipating and he sighed squeezing his eyes shut.

“They gave you the serum?” He asked softly,

“Yes...”

“Wha...why...did it...change you?”

“A little yes,”

“I just.. I need a moment to process all this” He said, scrubbing his forehead frustratedly with his metal fingers.

“I get that you’re mad at us for keeping this from you,” Tony said, “But you have to understand, it came from a place of keeping your girl safe, Bucky, and you too.”

Bucky looked up at Tony, he knew they were right. He had never in his life been so relieved at them for keeping a secret from him, it shouldn’t matter how you were alive, only that you were. The moment he saw you, even with the bruises and the bullet wounds, his heart felt like it had suddenly become whole again. He wanted to launch himself at you and hold onto you forever.

He didn’t though, his shock stopped him and then his irrational man brain kicked in, and he wanted to argue with everyone in the room for keeping him in the dark about this.

He was angry that they had let him suffer for so long before telling him. He was angry at Steve and Natasha for lying to him. He was angry at Sam for comforting him when he god damn knew there was a way to ease his pain and he was angry at Tony for ...well he didn’t know what he was angry at Tony for but he just wanted to be angry.

Most of all he was angry at Fury and you for going through with such a dangerous and ludicrous plan. He thought you had died and that broke him more than he could have ever imagined, so, yeah, Bucky was mad at everything right now.

“I just need some air,” Bucky muttered and then stood up, practically storming out of the house.

“Well, that didn’t go as planned,” Tony muttered, and you sighed.

“I’ll go get him,” You sighed, and slowly rose to your feet grimacing as pain lanced across your body.

Man, Bucky was such a pig-headed fool sometimes.

~~~

Bucky stood on the dock facing the calm lake before him, the grey mist rolled over the hills just beyond the water and a thin layer of it swirled over the surface of the water. The air smelled like pine needles and freshly tilled soil thanks to the earlier rains, and the grey rain clouds hid the sun beneath them.

This place was beautiful, he especially loved it when it was like this. Misty, cold and wet, it brought out the beauty even more.

He sighed deeply and ran his hand over his face, tiredly. He should go back inside and talk to you, he really should. He has so much to say to you, he wants to tell you he loves you, and he will do anything for you, hell, he did do anything for you, he killed for you. But he’d never tell you that, and after everything that has happened, Bucky didn’t know if he could face you without feeling ashamed for abandoning you. He should have been there, that night you were taken by Arcas, he should have been there, and he didn’t know if he could forgive himself for that.

“Bucky?” Your voice behind him makes him turn around with a start. You stood a few feet away from him on the dock, leaning on the crutch tucked under your left arm. He intakes a sharp breath at your appearance, you look tired and bruised, and his heart constricts, this is his fault he wants to take you in his arms and never let you go.

“Are you okay?”

He frowned, why the hell were you asking if he was okay when you had been shot three times and basically died.

“I should be asking you that, I’m sorry.” He said,

“You still mad at them?”

“Yeah, I am just processing all this, sorry.” He replied it was your turn to frown at him.

“Okay…” You said slowly, “I just assumed me coming back from the dead would ignite a little more of a reaction from you that the ‘what the fuck’ I got,”

“I...I’m trying to-” He said stuttering over his words,

“Process all this, yeah I know, me too.” You snapped, “But I guess I really was just a fucking job to you since that is all you seem to be able to do right now.”

“Come on, don’t throw that in my face again,” He retorted,

“Why the fuck not, you left me! You promised me Bucky, you promised me and you left me!” Your voice raises an octave as you get angry at him, and he takes a step closer to you, “You said you would protect me, and you would always be there for me, and you abandoned me!”

Your words strike a knife through his heart and he feels literal pain at them. He will never forgive himself for abandoning you, he knows nothing he says can fix that, and now you’ve said it. He could see the hurt in your eyes at his actions, and he doesn’t know how to make it okay.

“I am sorry!” Bucky yelled, “I will never forgive myself for that, never. I should have been there, I should have protected you, I know I fucked up, I promised you, and I am so sorry!”

“Whatever, I am just a job to you, and now your job is done, Bucky, you’re off the hook. Protection no longer needed.”

“Please, just wait, don’t say that.”

“Why not? You treat me like I am just a job, with the exception that you fucked me,”

“It is so much more than that!”

“So then tell me, Bucky! Tell me how much more it is!” You yelled at him, wincing as pain lanced through your chest from strain you were taking by yelling at him.

Bucky sighed, frustrated, and ran his fingers through his hair, struggling to find the right words. He looked at you, standing there across him on the dock, defiant and angry, and yet still fighting him. Then as if everything suddenly became clear to him Bucky took a deep breath before he spoke.

“It is so much more than a job to me, you don’t even understand.” He said quietly,

“You keep saying that, then show me how it’s more than a job,” You said, a hint of demand in your voice, Bucky moved closer till he stood toe to toe with you and he looked down at you with those starlight eyes.

“It’s more than a job because I am so fucking in love with you it fucking takes my breath away,” He said softly bringing his hands up to the side of your face, but not touching you, just holding them there beside your face. His admittance makes your heart jump in your chest and your breath hitched in your throat.

“I am so fucking in love with you that I will do anything for you, I will walk to the ends of the earth, cross oceans and jump across the galaxy to protect you, I am so in love with you it physically hurts being away from you, I am so fucking in love with you that I can’t focus on anything in my life unless I am near you, and I am so fucking in love with you I would kill to keep you safe, and not think twice.”

It was your turn to be at a loss for words, this was all you wanted to hear from him because it was all you felt for him. You were so in love with this big giant idiot, you had no idea how to deal with it.

“So, yeah, It’s so much more than a job to me because I am hopelessly in love with your obstinate, pain in the ass, self,” He muttered,

You don’t say anything, instead, you reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt dragging him closer to you and crashed your lips against his. Bucky’s hands touched your face, he gripped it tightly as he kissed you, tongue dancing with yours, it was a solid minute before you broke away from him, gasping for air.

“I am in love with you too, James Buchanan Barnes.” You murmured breathlessly looking into his eyes, “I am so in love with you I am beside myself, I don’t even know who I am without you,”

Bucky brushed his thumb across your cheek, a small smile appearing on his face as he leaned in again and kissed you sweetly. This was all he’d wanted, this moment right here everything else suddenly didn’t matter.

#Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #Bucky x reader #Bodyguard!Bucky #Bucky Barnes fic #bodyguard!au #marvel fanfic #Marvel AU #Bucky #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #bucky barnes fanfic

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onepunchmiss · 5 years

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OPM S2e11 Live Blog

“The Varieties of Pride”

I left work an hour early just to watch the episode sooner and of COURSE I GOT STUCK IN TRAFFIC FOR AN HOUR because the universe BE LIKE THAT. But guys holy shit this is the second to last episode of the season. So much shit is about to go down. I’m eerily calm and concerning myself soooo uh without further ado I’mma WATCH

As always I’m watching from the perspective of someone up to date on the manga and web comic!

Ok so we’re picking up exactly where we left off, but I mean how could we not, really? And Garou still looks beautiful and I still cri evr tim KEK Glasses looks SO out of place like his fists arent even raised when everyone else is pointing a weapon ar Garou like dude?? Every time Garou laughs I gain a year of life btw, also god damn he’s really drawn SO WELL here, pls pls pls treat Genos with the same respect my bby boy pls

“Where are the S class heroes” oh dear be careful what you wish for…………………. asdfghjkl “any kid who heard you would be so let down” IDK GAROU ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT. ARE YOU. ohohohOH OH OH THE STAIRCASE!!! THE CRUEL STAIRCASE!! AH ok opening theme who it gon b this week

ASDFGHJKL A CHIBI GAROU IN THE OPENING IM IN LOVE

Oh no these flashbacks are going to be heartbreaking, but at the same time I cant not see a bunch of Geryuganshoops asdfghjkl ohhh oh no Garou no Garou is literally me I was that child this is personal and it hurts stopppp I just wanted Wile E Coyote to catch road runner once JUST ONCE I was SO that kid im- also what the hell kind of show is ‘Justice man’ why does the monster sound so sympathetic like, IM JUST TRYING TO STOP OCEAN POLLUTION TOO yall fuck just Justice Fire Kick me to the face too i guess

AAAAAAAAA IM SCREAMING GO MY BOY KICK ASS THIS IS LIKE THE EXACT MOMENT WHERE GAROU OFFICIALLY EARNED MY COMPLETE RESPECT IN THE FIRST PLACE THEY THINK THEY GOT HIM AND HES JUST LIKE WELL ACTUALLY FUCK YOU IMMA POWER UP BITCH AND I AM LIVING SEEING IT IN MOTION MY BOY asdfghjkl”like im not allowed to have one? talk about discrimination” son I love you THIS IS AMAZING THIS WHOLE THING IS AMAZING

BEHOLD the exact moment u shit ur metal pants, fool

IM JUST SCREAMING THIS WHOLE TIME I DONT HAVE WORDS THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ANIMATION IVE SEEN ALL SEASON JC STAFF DOESNT SUCK THEY JUST POURED 100% OF THEIR TIME INTO THIS FIGHT

WHOAH calm the fuck down there smiley face man?? I’m SO GLAD they made him look crazy a bit cause I honestly didn’t even notice him just nonchalantly suggest to kill him the first read through, holy shit fuck ?????

THIS IS JUST SO GOOD IM SCREAMING HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WANT TO SCREENSHOT EVERY SINGLE FRAME ITS ALL SO GOOD

WHAT IS THIS

A GLASSES FLASHBACK

I THOUGHT IT WAS AN OMAKE OR???

WHAT IS THIS

WHAT

OH MY GOD HIS VOICE?? IM,,, BABY NO AND SAITAMA??????????? WHAT THE FUCK AM I WITNESSING RIGHT NOW

AND THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT LIMITS ST O P

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I CANT BELIEVE THEY PUT THAT IN THERE WHAT THE SHIT FUCK

OH GOD

I THINK IM GONNA LITERALLY CRY THIS SCENE GETS ME EVERY TIME I READ IT LIKE I JUST REREAD IT THIS MORNING BUT-----

oh no its happening. im crying ok oh dear lord

I just…. love him so much … holy shit… ah the laugh, +1 more year life, and again oh no im becomming immortal ahhhh

ASDFGHJKL FUCK “YOU GOT ISSUES BROTHER” GODDAMNIT U READ MY MIND GAROU PLS

Oh my god. The voice sound effect here. just everything about this. Oh my god. I’m so shook holy shit shit ----- ‘Oh your still alive’ WELL ILL TELL U WHAT I AM LIVING RN SO YEAH oh no and Garous little slightly heartbroken hand gesture as Tareo screams and runs and then he just starts limping away gasping for water and then

ASDFGHUJIKL GENOS

WAIT CAN SOMEONE GIVE GAROU WATER FIRST THO

I DONT KNOW IF IM EXCITED OR HEARTBROKEN RIGHT NOW HELP the MUSIC is so INTENSE and GENOS LOOKS SO COOL IM SO FULL OF EMOTIONS AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM IS CONFLICTING OH NO

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THIS ANIMATION HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD OH MY GOD EVEN THE STILLS OF THE SMEAR FRAMES LOOK FUKKIN AMAZING GOD DAMNIT

wow ok saitama and king right ok gonna pause and give my heartrate a second to come down holy shit. I’m gonna watch and rewatch this episode 2000000 times I know it oh my god. phew. ok. ok. moving on

Saitama just keeling over and SCREAMING is me 24/7 HOLY- omg I’m dying thank you opm for being a glorious mix of BADASS and PEAK COMEDY ASDFGHJKL WHAT IS THAT FACE SAITAMA this is so good. How long have they been there playing games anyway?? Aww King being concerned for Genos’s safety thats so sweet?? Also Saitama worrying very subtly I love them so much I cri

AH THERE GOES MY HEART RATE AGAIN OK asdfghjkl THE watchdog Man movements!!! LOOK!! SO !! COOL!! Ouch ok I love seeing Garou smile but not while pinned to a tree like that no nope I dont like it not one bit oh no

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THERE IT IS THERE IT IS THERE IT IS THERE IT IS OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ohhey its flowey undertale

ASDFGHJKL OK Genos looks so cool I just IM so GLAD im just so happy I cant Also IM LOVING ANIME GAROU WITH THE RED its just SO GOOD phew phew asdfghjk just EVERY SINGLE SHOT OF GAROU IS SO PERFECT EVERY. SINGLE. ONE

BANG ASDFGHJKL BANG OH MY GOD I WAS SO CAUGHT UP I FORGOT wtf this music is so funky i love it??? Holy crap???

This looks soo good I am alive I am living is this the thrill of life ?? ? Oh my god. This music is killing me this is so intense, I don’t want it to end here. Bang is also drawn SO BEAUTIFULLY here everyone in the whole episode is WAIT

WAIT

I DO NOT REMEMBER THIS FLASH BACK

THIS IS NEW

OH NO

ASDFGHJKL GODDAMNIT SOURFACE

One, Murata, JC, why did you do that. that was cruel. It hurts. i wasn't prepared. I mean im never prepared but like ESPECIALLY not for that just tear my heart out just tear it out i dont even need it please just JUST

oh no, you cant end the episode like that

please come back

wh-what about my favorite dopey bird man

please

wha

what am I looking at what is this end card “The wiping of the disciple’s butt” is that really how thats translated?? What a fukkin roller coaster

So this was by far my favorite episode of the season to date. I know a lot of people were worried about the animation quality and just overall quality JC staff has been putting out thus far, but I think it’s clear why the rest of the season has been average majority of the time. They spent. All the time. And budget. on. This. Episode. Every Character looked beautiful. The animation was fluid, not too blurry, not too flashy, well paced, and with high quality art. I just. Oh my god. I’m in denial right now that the season only has One episode left. Just 24 minutes more. Until WHO KNOWS when. Whos gonna cry with me next week? pls im gonna need like 100 shoulders my weak heart. ahh shitttttt

Side Note: DID YALL HEAR ABOUT THE OPM GAME COMING OUT??? I swear I JUST had a conversation with @joyandeggs last week about how they could make a game and what it should/could/would entail, AND LO, I HAVE BEEN BLESSED

June 2019 is a BLESSED month for me regarding OPM the past few weeks have been an OVERLOAD

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lazyfox411 · 5 years

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Some more Qrow Angst

Ruby is in trouble so she calls her uncle qrow for help. Warnings I guess for alcohol use and a dude being.. creepy?

Let me know what you think! And sorry if this ends up formatted strange, I'm in an airport and using my phone which I normally dont do for posting fic..enjoy..

Qrow smacked his lips as he polished off what was left in his glass. He played his fingers along the neck of the bottle, contemplating another.

Tai cleared his throat, nestled in an armchair across the room. His eyes immediately flicked back down to the novel in his hands when Qrow looked up. It was subtle, but it was enough. Qrow left the bottle where it was. This was Tai's house, he would at least try to behave. If not for Tai, then for the girls. Even though it was late, so Yang was already locked away in her room for the night, and Ruby was out at a friend's.

No sooner had the thought left his mind than his scroll, tucked away in his back pocket, began to vibrate. He pulled it out and looked at the contact photo: Ruby's smiling face. Tai was fully immersed in his book now, and after years of living with the man in a small dorm room, Qrow knew not to interrupt him when his nose was stuck between pages. He quietly stepped into the kitchen to take the call.

"Hey, kiddo, what's up? I thought you were at your friend's, Violet, or whatever her name is."

"It's Velvet," Ruby corrected softly, and in that instant, Qrow knew there was something wrong, very wrong, because he had never heard his niece speak in such a quiet, timid voice.

"Ruby, what is it?" he asked.

"I lied," she replied, barely a whisper. "I lied, Uncle Qrow, I didn't go to Velvet's, I went somewhere else. These kids at school were having a party, and they asked me to come, and I did, but now everything's getting out of hand, people are drinking, and they're breaking stuff and yelling and this one guy has been following me around all night, and I don't know anybody here, they're all older than me and I'm hiding in the bathroom but people keep knocking on the door--"

"Whoa, slow down there, kid, just breathe for a sec," Qrow tried to keep his voice steady, but just about every muscle in his body was tensed and ready to spring to action.

There was a muffled knock, and someone shouted from Ruby's end of the line.

"Occupied!" Ruby called out. She must have put her scroll closer to her face then, because Qrow didn't have to strain to hear, "I'm scared, Uncle Qrow."

"Where are you?" Qrow demanded. Ruby rattled off an address. "Alright. I'm gonna get Tai, and we're gonna get you out of there."

"No!" Ruby cried, "You can't tell Dad, please, Uncle Qrow, you can't let him find out. He'll be so disappointed in me."

That made Qrow pause, if only for a split second. Did Ruby think so little of him that she didn't care what he might think? But that didn't matter, not right now, because his niece was in trouble, and she was trusting Qrow to help her.

"Okay. Hang tight, kiddo. I'll be there as fast as I can."

"Please hurry."

Not even seconds after hanging up, Qrow was scrambling up the stairs. "Going to bed, goodnight!" he called to Tai, not much caring about his reading anymore.

Qrow burst through the door to the spare room he'd been staying in, kicking it shut behind him and grabbing his weapon from where it was leaned against the wall. He threw open the window and leapt into the night air.

There was a moment of vertigo as his body plummeted towards Tai's flowerbeds on the ground below, before he erupted in feathers and propelled himself higher into the sky. With all the places he'd been, the things he'd done, the missions for Oz, he had never flown this hard.

The only thing faster than his wings was his mind, racing a mile a minute, tearing him apart from inside. What was Ruby doing at a party with people she didn't know, people older than her, and a lot less innocent and a lot more reckless? Ruby was smart, why would she make the decision to go there? Unless she thought it was something okay. Unless she had seen her uncle drinking and wanted to try it for herself. Unless she'd heard the stories Qrow had told from his younger days, about the wild and reckless things he'd done. He was regretting those things now more than ever before.

It was easy to spot the house, it was the only one on the street with all the lights on, music was blaring, and kids were scattered over the lawn. Qrow swooped down, only to have a red plastic cup thrown at his head. With an indignant squawk, he dove into some bushes.

Nobody seemed to notice a grown man stepping out of the shrubbery; they were too drunk or didn't care, or both. Qrow brushed the leaves from his hair and started up the walkway. The obnoxious music was starting to give him a headache.

He nearly keeled over when he opened the front door. The crowd inside was generating a powerful stench of weed, body odor, and booze. It was even louder in here, people were shouting and breaking things. Qrow flinched as an expensive-looking vase was thrown and shattered against the wall. But he had more important things to worry about.

"Bathroom?" he asked a kid next to him.

The kid pointed to a worn set of stairs leading farther up into the house.

"Hey man," he said, "cool sword. What are you, like a huntsman or something?"

Qrow gripped the hilt, feeling reassured. He was an adult. He could handle this. And even if he couldn't, Ruby needed him, so he would try.

The kid who he'd asked about the bathroom and had liked his weapon was trying to give him a beer now. Qrow brushed him off, thinking he would very much like a drink of something to calm his nerves but now wasn't the time. He elbowed his way through a sea of dancing teenagers to get to the stairs, nearly tripping over someone passed out and sprawled across the landing. Qrow did his best not to step on her and continued on his mission.

What he heard at the top of the stairs curdled his blood.

"Come on, Little Red. Open the door. I'm sorry, let me make it up to you. We can get out of here, go back to my place--"

The guy didn't finish his sentence, because if he did, he would have lost his Adam's apple. Qrow shoved him against the wall, blade millimeters away from his throat.

Qrow had never really believed in the term "seeing red" until now. He was seething, breathing so hard he could hardly get his words out, and in that moment, he could have killed this guy.

"You stay away from my niece," he spat. "Stay away, and if you so much as look at her again, this blade is gonna be the last thing you ever see. Understand?"

The guy nodded as much as he could, given one wrong move could cost him his head.

"Say it," Qrow growled through his teeth.

"I- I understand." He was obviously drunk, but fear shone through his glassy eyes. Good.

"Get the fuck out." Qrow lowered the sword, and gave him a shove towards the stairs for good measure.

When he was sure the guy had left, Qrow turned to the bathroom door.

"Ruby," he knocked softly. "Ruby, open up, it's me, it's Qrow."

"U-uncle Qrow?" Ruby sniffled from inside.

"Yeah, it's me, I'm here, kiddo. Can you open the door? Please." He just had to see her. He had to know she was alright.

After a few moments, the door opened with a soft click, and before Qrow could brace himself, Ruby crushed him in the tightest hug he'd ever received. And he returned it.

"Ruby," the air rushed from his lungs, and he fought to refill them. "Kid, what the hell are you doing here? Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"You came," Ruby managed. Her voice was shaky. "I'm so, so sorry, Uncle Qrow, I'm so sorry, it'll never happen again, I promise."

"I'm just glad you're safe," Qrow murmured, gently stroking her hair. "Let's get outta here."

He escorted her down the stairs and to the door, shielding her from stray elbows and flying objects, and they left the property altogether. He kept a steady hand on her shoulder the whole way.

They had a decent walk ahead of them. Cabs wouldn't take passengers carrying giant weapons unless they had a huntsman's liscence, and Qrow had left the house in a panic, not thinking to grab his wallet. Even then, there was no money in it.

Ruby was silent as they plodded towards home, which was unusual for her. She kept opening her mouth like she wanted to speak, but then changed her mind. Finally, Qrow couldn't take any more of it.

"Spit it out," he said, not unkindly.

She stared down at her hands. "I'm sorry, Uncle Qrow."

Qrow sighed. "I'm just glad you're safe now. But I hope you learned your lesson, 'cause I'm pretty sure you turned all my hairs gray after tonight."

That made Ruby smile a little bit, and Qrow put an arm around her as they walked.

"Seriously, though," Qrow said, losing some of the light tone, "what were you doing there?"

"These kids at school," Ruby explained, picking at a loose thread on her sleeve, "they told me about it, and they said if I didn't go, then I might as well not bother coming back to school because I'd be a laughing stock. And you know what? Those kids weren't even there tonight. I don't know how I could be so stupid."

There was a bit of relief that washed over Qrow that he wasn't the immediate cause of this, then guilt at the fact he might have been at all. Stronger though, was anger, threatening to bubble over. He had some very specific words for Ruby's schoolmates, but he bit them back for now. He stopped walking, and knelt to look Ruby in the eye.

"You are not stupid. You made a mistake tonight, we all do. What's important is that you recognized it. And those kids at school, don't let them, or anyone else, speak to you like that. And if they do, you need to tell me. Tell me, or your dad, or some friends or a teacher, tell somebody. Understand?"

Ruby nodded, "I understand."

Somewhere along the way back, Ruby grew tired, her feet started to drag, and her eyes drooped. Somewhere along the way, Qrow crouched down and mumbled, "Get on board," and that was how he ended up sneaking back into the house with Ruby clinging to his back like a koala.

It was late, and all the lights were out, so Tai was probably gone to bed. Qrow didn't much feel like dealing with an angry dad tonight. He lowered Ruby to her feet as they tiptoed through the kitchen towards the stairs. Qrow cursed when he stubbed his toe on the banister. The whole thing set him off balance, and he landed, unceremoniously, on the staircase with a resounding thud.

"Shit," he muttered, listening for the sound of footsteps to tell him what little luck he had had run dry. The house was silent.

"Come on," he whispered to Ruby, "let's get you to bed."

Ruby kicked off her shoes and crawled under the covers as soon as they got to her room. Qrow eased the door shut, and lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed. It hit him then that he was exhausted, and sore from falling up the stairs.

"Uncle Qrow?"

"Yeah?"

"You won't tell Dad about this, will you?"

What was left of Qrow's energy may as well have seeped down into the floorboards and been absorbed by the moonlight. He rested his forehead on his hand and sighed.

"Kiddo, I don't think this is something I feel comfortable keeping from your dad. Tai'll kill me if he finds out I kept this from him."

"He'll kill me, too!" Ruby protested.

Qrow chuckled and shook his head. "You're his little rose petal, he'll get over it. But, Ruby, if you don't tell him, I will. You're growing up, and you've gotta learn to take responsibility for your actions. I'll tell that you now, because I know how much it sucks to learn the hard way."

Ruby sighed and laid her head down on her pillow. "You're right."

"You'll be fine," Qrow assured her. "Just get some rest now."

"I can't fall asleep."

"You didn't even try yet."

"Uncle Qrow," Ruby looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, "will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?"

Qrow answered by closing his eyes and leaning back. Ruby snuggled into his side.

"Thank you," she whispered. "For everything."

"You're welcome, kiddo."

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lostandbrokenshell · 5 years

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Darkest Before Dawn Part 12

Farcry 5 fanfic. Rated M for Mature language and sexual reference. No pairing or plans for smutt.

When you got to your cabin the first thing you checked was your bunker. It had way more supplies it, medical, guns, ammo, food and lots of other things. You stare at it in disbelief, how did he get in? Or know where you lived? The bunker has a key code lock where did he get the code, and why stock it? You leave the bunker and stand in the middle of your yard thinking, about how confusing this situation is.

“Now, what the fuck do i do.” You yell. “FUCKING CHRIST.” You try to kick at a bucket but your foot somehow twists and you fall flat on your face. “Fuck me.” You sigh laying there accepting your fate. I’m one with the ground now, i can live here, its a good spot you think. Rolling over to your back you look up at the sky there where very little clouds out it was endless starry skies. “Should of taken that job in Fort Mac, or maybe moved earlier see how crazy shit was and GTFO.” You say to your self.

“They say crazy people talk to them selves.” You sit up, it was a resistance member.

“You know i think i have to throw a false on that, you dont hear many peggies talk to themselves.”

He snorted with laughter. “Well, theres one good thing from all this, we can lay that myth to rest.” He was watching you closely.

“If you need supplies go ahead and check the house.” You say nodding to the house.

“Dont need supplies, are you the deputy?”

“Im one of the deputies.” You say nodding.

“Close enough then, i might be able to get you into Johns bunker. If your interested.”

You where surprised, for a few different reasons. “Alright im in, but, uh, how did you find me?”

“Im Ted, I ran in to Sharky, he said this was your place and if you where lying low to try you here. He said and i quote ‘Its probably better than dressing as peggies.’ Which it is.” He said looking confused. “Who would try that? Thats a stupid idea. Dressing up like peggies.”

“That was my idea, in all fairness it was in the ‘fucking stupid’ idea pile, but no one else had any better options.” You say defensively.

He laughed. “Well now there’s one. We noticed that peggies truck stuff arlund they drop it off pick up system that brings stuff all around the regions. All drop off points go to specific outposts, or bunkers, we know which ones goes into Johns. We can hide in a containers and let them bring us in, we trojan horse our way in, get Hudson and kick ass.

You sat there surprised. “Damn that’s brilliant, you guys where staking out which spots when where?” You ask.

“Yeah, seemed like one way or another it could work to our advantage.”

“Your one of my new favourite people.” You say with a big smile and get up. “Lets go find people to storm the castle.”

Whitehorse stood there rubbing his chin thinking after you and Ted explained the plan. “So how do we not cause a panic that their is a group of armed resistance members in Johns bunker?” He asked after a while.

“Uh, we’re dressed like peggies so we blend in?” You say with a shrug.

“What is it with you and dressing like peggies, do you have a hard on forvtheir fashion?” Sharky asked

“Well, they dont look as hard at their own people. They might stare us down going into the vault, but inside they are probably way more lax. They wont be expecting us already inside.”

“Might not hurt, we just got to keep our heads down.” Ted said nodding. “At least until we reach our people and arm them, then we can really get them peggies.”

“You sure about this?” Whitehorse asked you.

“Ready to burst open and charge in like a trojan condom breaking on a night of poor decisions. I realized how terrible that sounded after i said it i am so sorry.” You say quickly Sharky and Hurk where keeled over laughing.

Whitehorse just shook his head in shame and put his head in his hand. “Take who you need, who wants to go. John is not to be taken lightly.” He sighed. “When this is all over though, peggies delt with and all. Comments like that are not allowed” he said sternly.

“I will keep them in my pants, with my sexual appetite.” You say as you put your hands up, Whitehorse sighed again . “We should go ask people at the spread eagle if they want to join. Those people have good reason to want to be involved.” Whitehorse nodded.

Everyone was standing in front of you listening, it seemed like all of Holland Valley turned out, word really spread fast in this town. “I myself am going, Sharky, a couple other resistance members. We could use more though. Our goal is to carry extra pistols on us, with out attracting to much attention. Give it to people taken, take the bunker. About half hour after we go in, if we can have an assault on the front of the bunkers doors from the top. It will help draw attention from us.”

“You realize this ends with bullets in your brother.” Nick stated he wasn’t trying to be a dick about it. You could see he was trying to be honest, in his way.

You take a deep breath in and nod. “Look, i dont want him dead, i will try to take him alive. But I understand thats not even close to the likely outcome, im not going to stop what needs to be done to stop this. It needs to stop.” You say firmly.

Nick nodded. “Im in.”

“Me to.” Grace added.

A few more people joined in for team break in and some people planed for the distraction assault. You got the feeling it might just work, but somehow that didn’t make you feel better about it. When everyone was getting ready to head out to go to the location to hide away pastor Jerome came over to you.

He put his hand on your shoulder and squeezed. “I have faith that you will do everything you can.” You could tell he was referring to John.

“I have a plan, I know plans don’t always go as.. Planned, but i have to try.” You say softly he gave you a warm smile and nod.”

“God will be with you.” He told you as he gave your shoulder another squeeze.

Everyone was waiting uncomfortably un the peggie clothes aways away from the supplies drop off point. The waiting for it to show up was painful, the waiting for pick up was probably gling to be worse.

“About how long does the supplies sit before pick up?” Grace asked Ted.

“About two, three hours.” He replied.

“Well, ive always wanted to stow away in storage containers and sit quietly for hours to storm a castle by surprise. Dream come true today.” You say enthusiastically abunch of blank faces just looked back.

“You realize this isnt a castle right?” Sharky asked.

You shhh him putting you finger on his lips and cup his face with your other hand. “Dont burst my bubble, we’re storming a castle like a bunch of badasses.”

“They’re coming.” Ted said he was watching through the binoculars. Everyone waited still and quietly as the cube truck stopped and some peggies got out and left. “Lets go, we got to empy them containers and put us in there without anyone noticing.”

Waiting inside the containers where infact way worse than waiting for them to show up. It was the silence that got to you the most no one could talk. Just in case you where overhead, it would blow the plan. It took what seemed like seven days and nights before the truck started moving again. You kept your eyes closed the whole time you where moving, trying to keep your heartbeat down and keep calm. This wasn’t the soft kind John you knew, he was nothing like that anymore. You had no idea how it was going to end or what was going to happen.

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Full Moon - Part 1

Remus Lupin Imagine

(Part 2)

Request: Hello! I saw that you accept prompts so I'd like to suggest something if it's not a problem. Would you mind writing about 37- Please don't leave me again and 12- But I love you anyway with young Remus, please? I have an idea for context in mind but you can ignore it I wouldn't mind. So, uhm, our cutie here hurts the reader , which who he's in a relationship with, during a full moon and decided to break things off with her to protect us but she keeps being there for him? Please house free!

37) “Please don’t leave me again”

12)”But I love you anyway”

Word count: 1300 (ish)

Warnings: Violent descriptions

a/n: Thank you so much for requesting this! I had SO much fun writing it! I cant wait to see what you all come up with in the future! I feel like this was a good note to leave it on and I will add the rest of the prompt into a part 2! I hope thats okay, I have everything planned out, dont worry

A chill was settling in the dark winter air as you and your boyfriend Remus were making your way down to the Quidditch Pitch to watch James play. Remus looked as though he would rather be somewhere else, with a far off look stuck in his eyes. He gripped his jumper tightly, taking long uneasy breaths as if the chilled breeze was causing him severe internal pain. You noticed on your trek to down from the castle that Remus constantly pulled back his scarf from around his neck and spent a decent amount of time trying to scratch himself. It wasn't long before you reached the entrance of the quidditch pitch and Remus let out a painful cry and went rigid, his head rolling backwards.

“Remus? Are you okay?” I instantly put my hand on his shoulder. He was cold to touch and as he suddenly keeled over he appeared like he was on the verge of throwing up. You lifted your head up to the masses of students who were also making their way to the pitch, they turned their heads towards Remus’ direction as he continued to make more painful grunts. “What’s happening to you?”

“I don’t know! Something’s...wrong! Something's very wrong!” He lifted his hands up to his face for inspection. They were trembling at a furious rate and he could not keep them still. He turned his face up at you and masked the expression of a scared child. Oh no, please don’t be what I think it is. “What are you talking about?” You stared at him with wide eyes. There was no way that we was turning now, the moon isn’t even supposed to rise yet. Although with the sun had already gone down, the sky blanketed by a layer of clouds, there was no telling how long he would last before time would surely run out.

“It...feels like...I’m about to..change” He revealed. His skin had drained of all color, and your eyes widened in shock. His breathing became labored and irregular, as if he were having a panic attack. He gripped at his stomach from the immediate strikes of pain. This can’t be happening! Not with this many people around, you thought, looking up at the dozens of students who had made their way out of the castle. There was only one thing to do, so you lifted one of his arms over your shoulder and supported his weight, beginning to drag him away from the masses.

“Let's go! Now, Remus! Let’s get to the shack” You almost yelled in urgency. If he was about to turn, then you needed to get him as far away from everyone else as possible. You heaved Remus, slightly dragging his legs behind him.

“The moon wasn’t supposed to rise for another 3 hours! I don’t underst- ARGHH!” he groaned in agony. It tore you up to see him like this. The only thing on your mind was that you had to get Remus to the shrieking shack and lock him up before he changes, at this rate you were doubtful.

“It’s alright! Keep moving, we’re almost there!” you reassured him, but you were slowly collapsing under his weight and it was becoming difficult to hold him up. You could feel his bones twitching in anticipation under your grip.

“ARRGGHH!” he let out a cry that was so gut wrenching that you had almost lost your footing, tears were coming fast to your eyes.

“Just hang on a little longer, Rem. It’s going to be alright! You whimpered. Your attempts to calm him down were of no use as he fell to the ground in a heap and his bones began cracking and changing positions under his skin. Just a few meters from the Whomping Willow. You remember how Remus had once described what transforming was like. How it was the most excruciating thing that anyone could feel. He said that it felt as though his lungs had shut down and his body had chosen to choke himself from the inside, causing every organ to feel encased and trapped, making every nerve in his body scream out in pain. It was as if every single nerve within his body contained an endless inferno. Remus wished that you would never in your life time experience this type of pain, but you couldn't turn away when he was tearing himself apart right in front of you.

“REMUS!”

“Get back (Y/N)! GET BACK NOW!” Remus’ words became slurred, and angry as his vocals transformed into a growl. His neck twisted at an awkward angle and his spine created a sickening crack. His ankles extending from his shoes, and his clothes tightened and stretched around his growing body. His skull and face had reformed to make the shape of a long snout where his nose should be, while his spine grew as the invertebrate pushed themselves out, creating the hunched over posture of a wolf. You had never seen Remus change before, normally he would never let you near him when the moon had risen, and he would lock himself in the shack with the Marauders for the night and wait it out. You brought your hands up to your mouth, covering the gaping hole on your face. He had changed completely.

“Oh my god” you whispered.

He crouched there, unrecognizable to you, blinking, considering his next maneuver. Inside your head you were screaming at yourself not to make any sudden movements as to not trigger a reaction. You placed one foot slowly in front of you in the hopes of gaining his attention.

“R-Remus?” You uttered in a soft voice. “C-can you hear me?”

You immediately regretted your decision as soon as you had opened your mouth. Remus raised its thin lips and growled at you. Then extended his head high above his shoulders, piercing sound escaped from his muzzle. The howl carried itself past your trembling body and through the forest. You stepped back and tripped over a fallen tree branch, descending backwards onto the hard ground. The unexpected noise still rang in your eardrums like a lingering echo. In a seconds notice, he lunged at you, teeth bared and sharp claws swinging in your direction.

“REMUS!” You screamed, pulling your wand from your robes. You didn't want to hurt him when he was like this. He has no idea what he’s doing. Getting to your feet, you moved out of the way fast enough to miss his teeth aiming for your neck.

“PLEASE STOP! THIS ISN'T YOU!” You screamed raising your wand, He turned his viscous head in your direction and broke into a sprint. You hesitated, arm extended out in front of you as he crashed his body on top of yours, tears streaming down your face. Remus revealed his razor sharp teeth as he lowered to bring them down on your face.

“STUPEFY!” you cried. Stunning the werewolf, giving you enough time to get away. You sprang to your feet and made a run for it while Remus was recovering from the blow. Your lungs burned in your chest and your legs ached as you pushed them hard to run the other way. A snarl was heard behind you and your heart rate quickened. You had no idea what was going on until you were once again thrown onto the hard ground. Remus’ long nails sinking into your left leg, causing you to fall as he dragged you back by the pull of your ripping flesh. You dropped your wand.

A piercing screamed escaped your lips as his claws worked their way deeper into your leg. There was nothing you could do now. You had lost your wand, your only means of defense. The pain in your lower half was overwhelming you and your eyes began rolling to the back of your head. You had almost given up hope when, out of your blurred vision, you saw hooves come up and kick the werewolf in the face, knocking him off balance. A stag, an enormous stag had begun to chase after the beast. Suddenly you felt a wet nose on your cheek and the last thing you remember is black fur paws standing guard over your weak body.

That is all for now, part 2 will be up soon enough! I hope you enjoyed this part and I would love your feed back. Lets just say it’s my fuel for future imagines if you will

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