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HI PARKER!!! trope meme ask:

time loops/time wonkiness, modern AU, noir AU (I know the answer but STILL), genderswap/genderfuckery, major character death, there was only one bed

LISAAAAAAAA these are all so GOOD????? THANK YOU!!!!!!!! This is JUST what I needed to focus on rn AHHHHHH. So good. So good. All answers are MASH btw of course. I got a one track brain rn:

Time loops/time wonkiness:

Yes. Yes. Love. Yes. Figurative time loops or time dilation or whatever? Where it just FEELS like things are taking forever but they aren’t? Love it. Literal time fuckery? Love it even more. I particularly love to think about the idea of a time loop in MASH as it relates to the sort of meta-angle of syndication. The idea that these characters are all, in some way, trapped reliving the same days of the war over and over for as long as we are watching them…that’s the stuff. Invokes something interesting to me about viewership / media voyeurism that I haven’t really pulled apart but. Fun. Makes me think. Love to play with. Ripe for tragic effect in-fic, fascinating at a meta-level. Fun fun fun fun fun.

Modern AU:

Hard no, I say, writing one.

To be fair I only started playing with the idea to see if I thought it could be done. Generally my opinion of a modern MASH AU is that it divorces the characters from the circumstances that shape them so entirely that it might as well be playing with OCs. They are so deeply the products of their time and place that I really hate to see them taken out of their context.

…That said, I’m finding that the modern AU I was chopping at started to work when I shoved them into a desperate modern situation. Instead of sticking them in the front lines of a land war, I shoved them into the front lines of modern American health care. Hawkeye and BJ as trauma/CT surgeons fighting a losing battle against the crushing bureaucracy of the American medical industry kind of…works? IMO? Not nearly as well as their original context, but it does allow Hawkeye to be desperate and angry and disgusted by the perversion of his profession for the profit of massive corporate interests, and it lets BJ be silently resigned to hell, and the both of them are trapped for a certain number of years in a way by medical debt and the fact that what the hell do you do if you quit being a surgeon, when so much of your life and identity revolves around your career? It works because it lets them field despair and lean on each other and shove against massive faceless machines of injustice that profit off exploitation of their skills. Tl,dr; I’m a hypocrite for disliking modern AUs, it’s true, I admit. I'll never say never, but it'd have to be done really intentionally to appeal to me, I think.

Noir AU:

LOVE!!!!!!!! LOVE!!!!!!!! I think it’s soooo sexy. I love noir, I’m a huge Raymond Chandler fan, and kind of subscribe to his writing approach in that frequently vibes and images are more the point of noir than watertight plot. There is very little I enjoy more than the type of stylized, image-focused writing that noir invites. I’ve been hacking away at a noir Beejhawk AU (AS YOU KNOW!!!!!!!! AH!!!!! I am working on. So many things. Help) and a consistent source of fun has been writing these smoky, dim, tense, sexy, ambient scenes where everybody’s circling each other and nobody is on quite the same page. Lots of Hawkeye standing around being lean and sharp and clever and melancholy, and lots of BJ being, and I’ve code-named him the Jackal in this fic where he’s a rouge and disillusioned beat cop with a gun to his head, sort of gleefully sadistic in moments. We know he’s got an in-canon capacity for violence that concerns and upsets him, and it’s been fun to let him take the limiters off and go a little wild with it. And of course how does guilt come back into play, because you KNOW it’s going to be there for him. Waiting. Always. Especially when he initially meets Hawk as a bit of an antagonist figure. God I gotta get back to writing this.

Genderswap/gender fuckery:

YES!!! No. Yes. [Parker is picky as usual alert] SOMETIMES I love it and sometimes it’s meh. I LOVE it when it seeks out to agitate borders of heteronormativity and make things queer. I think it’s soooo fun to get into characters’ psychology (obviously) and I love how many ways that gender swapping or gender fuckery can open itself up to questioning characters’ internal biases and assumptions. If it's just to make a gay ship straight w/no underlying interest in how that would change things, then nah.

That said I think BJ and Hawk are both sooooo fun to get genderfucky with. I think BJ is fun to use to see how he reacts to tearing down some of his intense 50s gender role feelings, and Hawkeye and his whole breeding kink (sorry) etc., so much fun. Drag is fun, gender fuckery is fun, crossing borders is fun, violating gender norms rules and is so cool and fun. I love queer people actually. Love to see it in fic. GET WEIRD W IT! I’ve decided this is actually a solid yes now that I’ve typed it out. GET WEIRD!!!!! I WANNA READ IT!!!!

Major character death:

NOOOOO AUUUUUGHHHHH. I will personally probably never write it (if it’s not temporary a la vampire!Hawk fic), but I think it CAN be done well but ouuuughhhhh. Hurts. Makes me soooo sad. I’m sure I’ve seen it done well but ohhhhhhhhhh.

There was only one bed:

Answered elsewhere but. I’ll say again that I FUCKING LOVE IT. Love pics that really delve into physical affection and one bed is soooo great for just. Everything about that. Accidental cuddling. Sharing space. Waking up wrapped in each other…..ooohhhhhhh I love. I love.

Thanks AGAIN for this ask it was soooooo fun to get to really sit down and think through these!!!!!!!!!!!

#this is so long I'm sorry #I GOTTA WRITE MORE NOIR!!!!!!#I gotta get through uhh. I have uhh #I have at last count 5 diff fics in progress right now I am so sorry #THANK YOU LISA!!!!!

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 4 years

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Undercover - Chapter 17 (A LokixRaven AU)

Loki won the battle of New York and now rules over Earth after eliminating Thor and Hawkeye. The remaining Avengers have gone into hiding, waiting for a chance to take back their planet. Raven (OC) is their key to doing so.

This fic is pretty much porn and with this AU Raven and Loki have no previous history.

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer, lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist as well :)

Warnings: Violence, Threats, Threatening behaviour, Language, Angst, Feels

Chapter 17

Raven’s P.O.V

The lies were finally starting to eat away at me. And the fact that Loki loved me made it so much worse. And I reciprocated that love. This wasn’t supposed to happen, I was completely jeopardising the mission. Fury should have sent someone else in my place, another woman that wouldn’t be so quick to fall for Loki. I just felt so sorry for him, his entire life had been based on a lie and now the love he felt for me was also based on a lie. I really was a piece of shit. “Harper?” Fury’s voice came through the small speaker. His voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I dried my eyes, “yes sir, sorry, sir.” “I said, we’re ready to make our move. We just need you to get into the weapons vault. Find the tesseract and secure it. Find a way to get rid of the Chitauri. Without an army, Loki’s easy.”

“How soon will you arrive, sir?” I asked, I needed to know how much time I had. “By this evening, providing everything goes well your end.” Shit. That gave me about five hours to pluck up the courage to tell Loki and convince him to run. If he didn’t kill me first, however. Loki was currently seeing the other slaves off, giving them freedom now that he didn’t have use for them. A part of me felt bad that he was forcing them out back to their old lives without his protection or lavish lifestyle. But another part of me was eager for them to be gone, so I could have him all to myself. Even if it was just a few precious hours.

Swallowing my nerves and taking a deep breath I finally responded, “it’ll be good to get things back to normal sir.” “See you soon, Harper.” After that Fury signed off and the line went dead. Putting my head in my hands, I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. There was no good way out of this mess. Either way, I would end up betraying someone. I had already betrayed Loki, I just needed to decide if I wanted to continue doing so. If he ran Earth would be restored and Shield would be happy. I would have done my job and Loki would be safe. It was just hoping I could convince him to run.

But first I had to ensure my safety by carrying out Fury’s orders. The tesseract was kept in the weapons vault, I’m sure there was something else I could use in there to use on the Chitauri. It was unknown how much time I had left before Loki would come looking for me, so I needed to work fast. Hiding the communication device under my mattress, I left my quarters and traversed the many halls and corridors of the palace. Two Chitauri stood outside the door to the weapons vault, guarding it. Shit. The fight started here and now. Focusing, I felt the familiar tingle of heat up my spine and down my arms before hurling a fireball at the two guards.

It didn’t take them long to burn, their roars of pain echoing through the hall. Pulling open the doors, I headed inside the vault. There was only one walkway, both sides lined with many weapons. At the end sat the glowing tesseract and Loki’s sceptre. Not wanting to waste any more time, I ran and grabbed both. I was surprised no alarm had been sounded or gone off, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t on edge. When things started seeming too easy, it normally meant a trap or ambush was coming. Keeping my guard up, I cautiously exited the weapons vault and went further into Chitauri territory.

As I entered the barracks, I frowned only finding a handful. Maybe Loki had sent most of them back to Thanos as he no longer had use for them. Loki had gotten too comfortable with the lack of attacks. Using the sceptre, I fired a series of energy bolts at the Chitauri, watching as they fell one by one. Once the room was clear, I debated what to do with the sceptre and tesseract. If Loki saw me with these, he would instantly know that I’ve betrayed him and be on the offensive. I wanted to at least try to explain myself first. Heading back to my quarters, I opened the door only to find him inside, sat on the edge of my bed.

Both of us paused, looking at each other wide eyed and in shock. Loki rose from my bed cautiously, his face falling. “What are you doing with those?” He asked. How the fuck was I supposed to answer that question? “Answer quickly or I will take them from you,” he warned. “I wanted to tell you sooner. I was going to tell you today before it was too late, so you had the option to run.” “Tell me what? Speak!” Tears filled my eyes as he snapped at me, I took a deep breath to keep it together, “SHEILD sent me to bring you in.”

Loki paused at that information like he didn’t know how to process it. Hurt and anger flashed across his face before he grinned wolfishly. It was unnerving. “I should have known it was too good to be true. I should have seen something like this coming,” he spoke, amused. Taking a step back, I wanted to keep the distance between us. Dread filled my stomach at how ‘well’ he was taking this. “You can still go before they come. You can take the tesseract and you can leave; you can go anywhere you want, and they’ll never find you,” I bargained, desperation clear in my tone. “Oh no, my dear. You’ve done me a wonderful service. The remaining avengers are coming, and when they do, I’ll kill all of them. Then Earth will truly be mine. You’ve led them into the perfect trap, and they won’t make a move with you as my hostage.”

Recoiling in horror, I turned and attempted to run. Only I ran straight into a clone. Hitting with a blast from the sceptre, it quickly vanished. I continued running; I didn’t want to fight him, but I felt like soon I’d have no choice. More clones appeared blocking my path and there were too many for me to fight off. Soon they overpowered me, wrestling the sceptre and tesseract from me. The real Loki took them from the clones who forced me to kneel, holding me in place as I struggled against them. Loki tilted my chin with the point of the sceptre, smirking down at me. “You don’t have to do this, you can leave peacefully and still have your freedom,” I protested, still trying to bargain with him.

Loki pointed the sceptre lower, the tip hovering mere inches from my heart, “be grateful I don’t turn you against them. I could make you kill them for me and then release you for long enough after so you can see what you’ve done.” Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze in defeat. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt him, I’d already done that. “Your tears won’t gain you any sympathy,” Loki sighed. Using his magic, he conjured a gold collar and chain, putting it around my neck so I was his slave once more. “There, much better don’t you think? Come along, pet.” Loki continued. He walked to the direction of the throne room; the chain going taunt as I refused to move. Spinning on his heel, he gave it a sharp tug. “Move before I drag you,” he threatened.

Reluctantly, I followed him on all fours to the throne room. Loki took a seat upon his throne with me, sat at his feet like a prized pet. “You don’t have to do this, Loki, please,” I pleaded with him. “You didn’t have to come here and lie to me. But you did. You made that conscious decision to come here, gain my trust so you could take me down. It’s not my fault you became sentimental.” Opening my mouth to protest, he cut me off as he used his magic once again to conjure a muzzle over my mouth. I glared up at him before he also used his magic to bind my wrists. “They’ll be here soon and then we’ll see where your loyalties really lie.”

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Later Loki was growing impatient, and even I worried that they’d abandoned me. Loki released his grip on my chain as he rose from the throne, but I didn’t dare move. “You said they’d be here, or was it another one of your lies?” He growled at me. I offered him a shrug as I still could not speak. “If they don’t come for you, I’m sure your body will be a fine addition to my gates alongside Collins,” Loki threatened.

There was a smash from above the throne, shards of glass raining down. And through the opening that used to be a window flew Tony fucking Stark. The muzzle muffled my groan. He always had to insist on a dramatic entrance. Tony didn’t give Loki any time to react, picking him up and forcing him into the nearest wall hard. “Hey, Reindeer games,” Stark taunted him with those god-awful nicknames.

The throne room doors opened and in ran Natasha, pistols raised. Although with Loki busy with Stark she ran over to me instead, trying to free me from the magic bonds. Unable to do so, she instead helped me to my feet and attempted to lead me out of the room and to safety. Loki fought Stark off him for a few moments, using his sceptre to fire at Natasha and I. Natasha shoved us out of the way in time, only for Loki to conjure a clone. Natasha fired at it, the bullets doing nothing to stop its advance. I struggled against the bonds, desperate to get free so I could help instead of stand there uselessly.

In ran Steve, his signature shield at his side. Only that wasn’t the only thing he was carrying. In his free hand was Mjolnir, which he threw at the Loki clone. The clone vanished after it took the blow, and the hammer went back to Steve. I wasn’t the only person watching him wide eyed. The real Loki was too, which allowed Stark to get in a few well-placed punches. Loki threw Stark off and advanced on Steve. “That belongs to me!” He spat. “If that were true, you’d be worthy enough to lift it,” Steve sassed. Steve swung the hammer at Loki, knocking Loki off his feet and to the floor. Loki refused to stay down for long, and Steve hit him again. The assault continued until finally Loki put his hands up in surrender. It seemed the shock of seeing Steve wielding Mjolnir had made him sloppy.

Natasha stalked over to Loki, placing her boot over his throat threatingly. “Let Raven go. Now!” She demanded, pressing down. Loki growled in protest but gave in, freeing me from the bonds, muzzle and collar. Natasha produced a pair of Asgardian shackles, ones that would ensure Loki wouldn’t be able to use anymore magic, and cuffed his wrist together. Steve and Tony got him up and led him out of the palace whilst Natasha pulled me into a comforting hug. “You’re okay, it’s all over now,” she reassured me. Yeah, it was over for them. It wasn’t over for me yet.

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bleedingcoffee42 · 6 years

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Notorious AU- Part 5

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Sorry, it got a little longer than I expected.

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As casually as they could, they walked back to the car and once again he sat in the passenger seat while she got behind the wheel. Roy couldn't resist comparing it to their first drive together when she was 'drunk' and weaving all over the road and doing her best to protect those she loved from him. Now she carefully drove back to town, he watched her concentrate on her surroundings more as well as drive with more caution. She was more focused on the danger that lurked out there now, the danger she possibly was reconsidering putting herself in.

He had worried that he was going to ruin this operation with his honesty and he did just that.

It was one thing to care for her and let it be one sided. It was ill advised but it was an exception he was inclined to make: he always tried to protect those who were placed under his command. In the months of surveillance and studying the Hawkeyes he had seen a woman trapped in a life of her father's creation and bad judgment, but also a loyal woman who refused to abandon her father. She disagreed with Berthold, but she was determined to ride it out until judgment was passed down on him, because there was nobody else that would. In that sacrifice she made, in dedicating herself to watching him decline and destroy himself with his life's work, she possibly stopped him from making even worse decisions. He viewed her as a soldier, watching the senseless destruction and helpless to do anything about it; a soldier who knew without a presence there, that things could escalate and get much worse.

Now, she was in the same scenario, one of his own making. Now, she was compromised by feelings that she had someone else to protect: him.

“You're regretting the kiss, aren't you?” Riza asked when the uncomfortable silence was no longer possible to bare.

Roy had to be honest with her, there was no other way. Not now. “It makes things more complicated in an already difficult operation.”

“Giving someone something to live for, to look forward to....” Riza bit her lip. God it was just one kiss. She sounded like she was in love with him. “It's nice to feel human again, to feel like an individual instead of just roles I've had to play. I've had to be my father's daughter for my entire life and I have never been able to be me, truly me, Riza Hawkeye. Believe me, it would be easier if I could just hate you and use you to find a new life here. Turn my back on Amestris, on the country who betrayed me, and just start over. Away from my father's legacy, away from the guilt of what I couldn't stop him from doing because I was too weak to betray my father.....”

“That's not you.” Roy said softly and he watched her knuckles go white as she clenched the steering wheel.

“No, I love my damned country and will sacrifice myself over and over for it until I have no more to give.” She shook her head. “Which is why I hate myself so much for wanting you.”

He looked at her and she pulled up to the hotel and waited for the valet to come to take the car. She looked over at him and he saw the sincerity that threatened to melt his heart, the look that made him want to tell her to just keep driving until they found the border. Whatever border. Wherever she could go and just live for herself instead of dying for some damned cause.

“We're alike you and I.” She said simply. “I know nothing about you but I understand with every fiber of my being your need to try to fix this world. That we can't turn our eyes from the wrongs or turn our backs from the duty we have to be the one who does something. It's the cloth we're made from, and the shroud we'll be buried in.”

Roy saw the valet coming and said softly. “You're better than me.”

“If I was, would we be here?” She asked. “If I stopped my father from selling his research, if I have turned him in, would we be here?”

He shook his head. “It's not the same Riza...”

“A part of me believed he knew what he was doing, a part of me was too scared of him to do more than just watch him. My inaction was worse than any reaction. Now that research could cost lives, a lot of lives...” She said and looked ahead as the Valet smiled and came over to the door. “I am indirectly responsible for this and any deaths will be on my hands as well. Nothing you say will absolve me of that. I chose this job, you didn't con me into anything. You're pretty, but not pretty enough to make me go to a foreign country and throw away my life just to chase after you.”

He gave her a smile. He loved how she could deliver the truth, simple but noble. It made him feel a renewal of passion for his cause, and she wasn't even in charge here. Why was she saving him?

“I need someone to protect too.” She said and looked over at him. “My family. Amestris. You. I can handle that. I do understand the risks involved, Mustang, I really do. That's why I am really looking forward to dinner because I'd like to live this life before it's gone.”

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They had made it back to her room and as soon as he finished checking for bugs, Riza had pushed him into the wall and started kissing him. Hands roaming under his jacket, fingers running under the leather straps of his shoulder holster and her lips firmly on his. Roy had never been so aroused by any woman in his entire life, and of course it was at that moment that the phone rang.

He wanted to throw the damned thing off the table, rip it out of the wall and throw if off the balcony. He wanted to ignore it in favor of finding out what exactly she planned to do when she got his jacket off, pretend like maybe they had a half an hour to spare before someone came to get answers in person. Instead, it was the knowledge that him not answering would trigger a series of events that lead to Maes Hughes bursting into this room via window or adjoining door, and see him compromising his mission. See him and Riza in the middle of something incriminating, something that said that his judgment was beyond compromised. So he picked up the phone, with strength and resolve he didn't think he had, and answered.

Now, he was standing in a room with his fellow agents and boss and hating everything. Hughes's eyes were on him from the moment he arrived, Maes knew the sound of his voice and certainly knew that sound he made when he was trying to be composed instead of react to a beautiful woman kissing his neck and stroking his chest. Of course he had been the one the other end of the phone line, calling to let him know that the boss was here wanting to discuss the plans for this mission. He wasn't angry at Hughes for being the one to interrupt, but he was sure pissed at him now for reading him like a book as he shuffled uncomfortably behind a chair waiting to be spoken to.

“We've reached a decision on the strategy we're going to be taking.” Hakuro toyed with the cigar he was smoking, there certainly was a distinct and exotic flavor to it.

Hughes watched Roy and occasionally looked around the room to see if anyone else detected his agitated state. Hakuro, their boss, was more interested in mentally calculating how many cigars he could smuggle back to Amestris in their gear boxes when the time came to go home. The other agents were focused on their work, but Breda looked like he was going to vomit from the smell of the cigar smoke while Havoc tried to resist lighting up a cigarette of his own. Falman kept writing his reports, Fuery listening to the tapped phonelines and Armstrong was just standing there looking like a statue. None of them had noticed Roy's irritation, but to them he just looked the usual form of pissed off that he was when Hakuro was being condescending.

“We need Hawkeye to get close to Kimblee, and I mean close.” Hakuro said and rolled the cigar in his fingers. “His confidence won't be won by just comradery or friendship.”

Hughes watched Roy grip the back of the chair like he was going to break it in half. They didn't talk about the seduction option, but it was an unspoken element always on the table. Roy knew this, but of course the delivery of this from Hakuro always made things sound so much more vile.

“She's been throwing parties at her father's house.” Hakuro said and inhaled another deep breath of smoke. He exhaled and smiled. “She can be friendly, charming and with the right amount of intellect to intrigue Kimblee. Don't you think Mustang? You're the one who worked with him.“

“We didn't discuss his taste in women, sir.” Roy said sharply, too sharply as Hakuro's eyes darted to him.

“Do I detect a problem?” Hakuro said. “You knew this was an option if necessary.”

“I don't think it necessary.” Roy countered. “Or an option.”

And then everyone took notice, Hughes observed. Havoc glanced over and Breda's sharp eyes flickered with recognition of a challenge. Falman paused in his writing a brief second and only Fuery was too occupied to hear or feel the tension in the room. Armstrong stood stiffer and stared off at some cracked plaster in the opposite wall like he was capable of keeping it together with his will power. Maes took it upon himself to stretch out his legs and put his hands behind his head, adding the dose of casual back into the conversation before injecting, “Don't think she has the resolve to do that?”

“I don't think she's that kind of woman.” Roy said simply. Bless Hughes, even if he was going to slap him upside the head for getting invested in her.

“I don't understand your attitude, Mustang.” Hakuro snorted after he exhaled. Of course Mustang would think he knew better than him.

“Why don't you think she'll do it?” Hughes prodded, trying to get Roy unfocused on a battle with Hakuro and more on the task at hand; the task of not making it obvious he had feelings for Riza.

“She has no experience.” Roy said, angry enough to keep his replies short. Maybe it wasn't anger.

“Oh come on.” Hakuro snorted. “Sure she's not one of your mother's girls, but I think she manages just fine...”

Before Roy could flip the chair over Hughes said, “Hawkeye was chosen for this, not only because of her father's background but because of how well she covered for him while she was trying to change his mind. Kimblee knows we're sending her here to get close to him, he'll delight in trying to turn her against us.”

“I know how Kimblee works.” Roy said sharply. “Which is exactly why I don;t think seducing him is going to get a reaction you want, other than revoltion from Hawkeye at the prospect of sleeping with that man.”

“We need her in his house.” Hakuro said definitely. “How else do you get her in there for a long period of time?”

Roy went to open his mouth for a rebuttal, but Hakuro knocked some ash off his cigar and stood up.

“So I think you should go back to Miss Hawkeye and explain to her what she needs to do.” Hakuro said and walked over to Mustang, physically inviting a challenge. He made sure the chair was between them though, he knew what the man was capable of. “What is it, Mustang?”

Roy shut his mouth and then looked down at the chair he was rocking back and forth without realizing it. “Nothing, sir.”

“I thought you were going to say something?” Hakuro said feeling cocky as Mustang broke eye contact. He cocked an eyebrow, and in a mocking voice asked, “No?”

“How do you expect them to meet?” Roy asked. “Or do you just want me to tell her to stand on a street corner and look for a greasy asshole in a fedora?”

Hakuro put the cigar back in his mouth. “There's chatter she'll get an invite to some gala Prince Claudio is hosting. It's your job to make sure she's ready to make an impression.”

Roy nodded and considered making an impression in Hakuro's head with the chair he was putting all his frustrations into trying to crush. “Yes, sir.”

“That will be all, Mustang.” Hakuro said and turned his back on him to go back to his comfy chair and look at the men in the room in triumph. It was no secret who they were loyal to, but he wanted to make sure they remembered who was in charge.

Maes looked up at Roy and exchanged a brief glance with him, then stood and stretched. “I need some fresh air, need anything boys?”

They all shook their heads and Hakuro ignored the implication that his cigar smoke was making people ill. Roy went to the door, Hughes was right behind him waiting for the moment they were out of sight and hearing to ask him what the fuck he was doing.

And the truth was, he really didn't know anymore.

#fic #royai #notorious au

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writemarvelousthings · 7 years

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Ride With Me (Part 3)

PAIRING: readerxbucky au

WORD COUNT

WARNINGS: swearing and slight angst, only slightly. And a sprinkling of some good old sexual tension

I’m not sure why but EVERYWHERE I GO, I am hyperaware of motorbikes. Honestly this fic has ruined my whole existence in the best way possible!

Part 2

GIF NOT MINE!

It was well and truly into the night now, Hawkeyes defiantly drew in a mixed crowd when the night fell over the city. You and Wanda were rushed taking drink orders as Clint talked to his clientele and re-stocked the bar on numerous occasions. You had to admit you were impressed with yourself for keeping focus. Especially when the walking talking sex god kept looking at you constantly during your shift. You were hyperaware of the glances Bucky would throw you, he and the rest of his crew had allocated themselves a secluded booth in direct eye line to the bar counter. You had to wonder if this was do one purpose, so Bucky could keep an eye on you. You quickly dismissed that idea, why in the hell would I guy like that be interested in keeping tabs on you. You greeted the new arrivals with a smile as you took their order, taking a peek over at Bucky you were shocked, he was looking straight at you smirking over the rim of his whisky glass as Steve talked animatedly to him. Watching as Bucky’s face cracked into a large grin as he laughed at whatever Steve has just told him. You exhaled sharply out of your nose, suddenly finding yourself praying for the end of your shift.

“Have a good night” you waved to Wanda and Pietro as they left the bar. You sighed as you were finally alone, Clint was in his office counting the night’s earnings and you had insisted Wanda to leave. She had started early than you after all, it took you five minutes assuring her that you would be fine and that she needed sleep. Clearing away the last of the dirty glasses from the end of the bar you almost jumped out of your skin as Bucky slid onto the stool in front of you.

“Jesus Christ” you cursed; your hand flew to your chest in an attempt to calm your racing heart.

“Nope just me doll” you inwardly groaned at the nickname and the lopsided smile that greeted you. You tried desperately not to stare at the light stubble overlaying his strong jawbone.

“So, Sam said you were new in town?” Bucky questioned you; he shrugged of his leather jacket placing on the counter top between the two of you. Struggling to hold back the gasp that crawled up your throat you were met with an impressive sight before you. His entire left arm was covered in one of the most detailed works you have ever seen. It was fully grey scaled with each image almost interwoven with the next. Like it was spelling out a story you couldn’t quite understand. You could pick out a few pieces, an old pocket watch. What you assumed was a woman’s eye, the silhouette of a wolf, a black rose and a gun. The last image made you feel slightly uneasy. Your eyes traveled up his arm, you were surprised to make out names within the sleeve. You quickly realised they were the names of his crew, even Wanda and Clint made the cut. The sleeve of his black shirt cut off your view of the top of his shoulder but it did bring your attention to the only coloured piece. From what you could make it out looked like a red star on the upper part of his arm.

“Like what you see?” snapping your eyes to his blue ones in shock you saw how they twinkled in amusement.

“You didn’t answer my question doll”

“Sorry what was it again?” you cleared your throat, trying to shake the thoughts of how far his tattoo spanned across his broad chest out of your mind.

“You’re back in town, where were you before?”

“Chicago I got a friend from high school living out there with a couple of people. Riders actually” you tried to busy yourself collecting the dry lemon wedges from various tequila shots.

“Which group?” Bucky frowned leaning his forearms down on the bar. You gulped seeing the muscles flex under the new position. Fuck, it was like he was purposely peacocking you.

“The defenders’ Bucky’s eyebrows raised with mild surprise and shock.

“Luke’s crew, shit doll. Looks like you might have some credit to you after all” He whistled lowly, you frowned as you gathered the tray of tumblers in your arms.

“Thanks…. I think?” you muttered struggling slightly trying to adjust your balance under the new weight.

“Here let me” before you could protest that you were more than capable, he had flipped the trap door to behind the bar and plucked the tray out of your hands like it was Mondays washing basket.

“Lead the way doll face” You blinked gormlessly for a moment before your brain caught up with what had just happened. Turning passed him leading to the back kitchen you pointed to the large industrial dishwasher where the tray fit in. You watched as Bucky carefully slid it in, once secured you pressed the top down and pressed the red button. It whirred into life.

“So what do you and your crew call yourselves?” you questioned as the hum of the dishwasher sounded around you.

“Well we don’t really call ourselves anything. But most people call us The Shields” Bucky shrugged as you smirked.

“The Shields?” you snorted softy.

“Hey I didn’t come up with it, fucking lame if you ask me” you watched transfixed as he rolled his eyes brushing his fingers through his hair. Your eyes traveled to his left arm once again, desperate to uncover more of the dark artwork.

“Got any of your own?” Bucky winked, you smirked as the dishwasher beeped its finish.

“I do” you replied curtly, dragging the tray out of the machine and placing it on the side to dry.

“Can I see?” You swallowed thickly as you felt Bucky move up behind you. Turning to face him or rather his chest you craned your neck to look at him, his blue eyes sparkling down at you.

“It’s not exactly in a modest place” where the fuck did that come from? One minute you were stumbling around him like a love stuck schoolgirl. The next, you were practically spraying him like a cat in heat!

“Oh now my interest has really peaked” forcing your hand you pressed it against his chest, halting his advances on you.

“Bucky” you said his name breathlessly

“(Y/N)” he replied in an almost knowing tone. Jesus you had never been so turned on by the sound of your own name before. You felt his hand brush up against your hipbone. The sudden intimate contact made you jump back in shock; it caused the hem of your tank top to catch on Bucky’s fingers pulling it up slightly. You watched as Bucky’s eyes flicked down to see the dark swirls on your hips. His smirk turned into a grin at his discovery.

“Jackpot” he growled. You ripped yourself from his grasp before he could look any further.

“It’s personal,” you snarled in his face like a cornered dog. Bucky’s hands shot up in surrender at your sudden shift.

“Hey (Y/N) you should have said some…”

“Everything ok in here?” Clint’s voice broke through the thick tension hanging in the air.

“Fine, Bucky was just leaving” You replied curtly crossing your arms over your chest. He looked like he was about to argue with but thought better of it.

“Catch you later Clint” he nodded to the blonde.

“See ya man” came the sharp response. Bucky looked to you pausing at the door before he pushed it open, you listened as his boots hit the floor. They paused for a few seconds, probably to grab his jacket then you heard the familiar swing of the door closing.

“You ok?” Clint’s voice softens as he turned to you.

“I’m fine, just tired. I’ll turn out the lights on my way out” you pushed past him quickly storming towards your locker. You wrenched it open and gathered your things refusing to even glance at the photo in your door.

Clint was nowhere to be seen as you re-entered the bar, you notice the light coming from his office. You paused, you should go in and apologize but the feeling of anger and humiliation of what you allowed to happen in the kitchen stopped you. Sighing you ducked tail and flicked the switch shutting off the lights to the bar. The light from the street illuminated parts of the flooring making the space look as lonely as you felt. Walking swiftly to the door you stopped dead in your tracks, pulling your bag higher over your shoulder you plucked the white napkin from where it was stuck to the door with a hastily chewed piece of gum. It had two words scribbled with red ink. You glanced at the bar seeing the red pen perched with its lid off. Looking back at the napkin you smiled in spite of yourself.

I’m sorry.

The roar of a motorbike from outside caused you to practically bolt out of the door; you stumbled into the street in a flurry of limbs, the cool night air hitting your slightly clammy skin.

“Wait” you, cried jogging over to Bucky; he was straddled across his bike. You were impressed it was a Harley Davidson. Sleek and black it purred under underneath him, the vibration of the engine rattled your chest. You basked in the feeling of behind so close to a beautiful piece of machinery. Bucky was looking at you, his expression unreadable, the half smoked cigarette dangled from his mouth. He took a long drag; pinching the roll between his teeth he pulled it away from his mouth. Turning his head upward he breathed out slowly as to not let the smoke hit you full in the face but rather letting it dance around you slowly. Was everything he did so god damn sexual?

“Yeah dollface?” he questioned placing the cigarette back in between his teeth; it dangled dangerously low as he combed his hands through his hair. Smoothing it back on his scalp.

“I just wanted…I…I mean in the kitchen that was…” you stuttered over your words. Not quite knowing how to form your apology or excuse, you didn’t know which one Bucky would believe more.

“It’s ok (Y/N) we all have our secrets” you opened your mouth to protest. But I want to tell you, but it’s too soon. You wanted to scream in his face, but the bike roared into life again as Bucky tossed the butt of his cigarette to the curb and drove off. You watched him go standing alone under the street lamp, still clutching the napkin stained with red ink.

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