#Consolation Bride Masterlist

[hisui-dreamer]

Hi, congratulations on 1k followers! I love your writing a lot and I was hoping you could do Villainess AUs with Malleus? Like isekai manhwa style? Thank you!!

the gazelle's sweet briar

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x f!reader

Synopsis: your first objective was to avoid the main characters, but it's not easy when you only have the memories of your friend's ramblings to work off of

Tags: cliché isekai plot, reincarnation, fluff, arranged marriage, tw (mentioned): bad parenting, patriarchal society, death

Word count: 1.6k+

Notes: @coralinnii has an amazing series based on isekai villainesses, so i definitely recommend you check out her work too! im so in love with it (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Masterlist

Once upon a time, there lived a villainess of exceptional allure, her visage as enchanting as a moonlit night. However, this bewitching beauty concealed a heart blackened by a singular obsession with appearances.

From the earliest days of her upbringing, her mother, a woman who had managed to step into aristocracy by charming a noble, had instilled in her a cruel belief: that those who were not blessed with physical perfection were destined for lives of relentless mockery and eternal solitude. This twisted ideology consumed the villainess' every thought, blinding her to the virtues of education and morality. She became nothing more than a porcelain doll, admired solely for her aesthetic charm.

The King arranged a marriage between her and Duke Draconia, the enigmatic descendant of the dragons who ruled the northern lands, believing that such a striking bride would surely please the reclusive Duke.

However, the King remained oblivious to the swirling rumours that pervaded the courtly circles. Whispers spoke of the Duke as a hideous man who had never once revealed his face, perpetually concealed behind a forbidding black mask. When the rumours reached the villainess' ears, she threw tantrum after tantrum, vehemently refusing to wed a man whose appearance couldn't possibly match her own.

Yet, a royal decree could not be denied. Reluctantly, the villainess embarked on her journey to the northern realm in bitter acceptance. It had rained the moment she arrived, the castle dark and uninviting, with thorns crawling onto the obsidian walls. The Duke, an oblivious and shy man, did not greet her at the grand entrance. Instead, she was met by the Duke's advisor, a man with a curiously boyish features.

Humiliation welled up within the villainess' heart, for she felt as if she were being played the fool by the entire duchy. On the eve of her arrival, anxiety gnawed at her like a relentless spectre.

As night descended, the Duke, mustering his courage, attempted to approach the vexed lady.

But when the villainess beheld his masked face, terror seized her like a vice. "Stay back! You hideous beast!" she cried out, her voice trembling with fear, and she recoiled, her steps faltering as she retreated from him.

The Duke, wounded by her cruel words, attempted to console her, his outstretched hand beseeching understanding. Yet, her irrational dread overcame her, and she continued her backward retreat until, with a heart-stopping scream, she slipped from an open window.

That was how the villainess' life ended.

you hadn't actually read the book, but it wasn't difficult identifying who you got reincarnated as

especially with how your best friend obsessed over this villainess because, and i quote, "if pretty, why evil, huh???"

you woke up a week before the villainess would depart for the North, but that week alone was enough to make you understand the way she acted

every day, you were fed portions fitting of a child, had your skin rubbed raw as you were bathed, and not a moment of your mother's nitpicking about a sudden imperfection she found in you

in truth, you were more than glad to leave for the North, even if that's where your life would be on the line

the survival plan was simple: maintain an amicable relationship with the duchy until the night the heroine stumbles in to ask for a night of shelter, to which the heroine would heal the emotional wounds of the Duke, and share with him the beauty of love, bringing warmth into his heart

and so, you arrived at the estate, the castle tall and intimidating with the clouds dark and foreboding

still, you stepped out of your carriage (with wobbly legs) and met the advisor (your friend's favourite character, in fact)

the advisor, lilia, though seemed young, was actually the very man who raised the duke in the absence of his parents

he welcomed you as the lady of the duchy, and led you to your quarters

by nightfall, you were quite comfortable with living in the estate

everyone was polite, the food was delicious (and properly sized), and you had no doubt you'd settle nicely here

as a precaution to the death sequence, you decided to take a stroll in the rose garden after dinner

if you were already on the ground floor, you couldn't fall to your death, right?

but unexpectedly, you encountered a lone figure in the centre of the garden

he was incredibly tall, dressed simply, his emerald eyes fixated on the estate

upon closer inspection, you noticed he had long horns as well, perhaps he was a gazelle beastman?

either way, you were curious about what it was that held his attention so strongly that he couldn't notice your presence

"Excuse me, sir? May I ask what is so interesting about the building?" you timidly break the silence of the night.

The man turns to you, his eyes widening in surprise. "... Do you not know who I am?"

You blinked in confusion at his words. His words filled you with a sense of foreboding. You wondered if this person matched any of the characters your friend had so fervently described, but all you could recall was the beautiful villainess and the enigmatic advisor to the Duke.

"My apologies, I'm afraid I do not... May I know your name, sir?"

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he considered your question. "No... If that is the case, you may call me whatever you wish."

Perplexed by his response, you tried to come up with a suitable name. "Then... May I call you Mr. Gazelle?"

Upon hearing your words, he burst out in laughter. "Hahaha! What an interesting choice. Very well, I accept the name," he said. "In response to your first question, I was observing the gargoyles of the building."

on that night, not only did you learn more about the fascinating functions gargoyles serve, you also made your first friend in this life

strangely enough, you didn't meet the duke at all unlike the novel, which though strange, you greatly welcomed

if you didn't have any ties with him, then it'd be so much easier to just divorce him, get the money, and live a comfortable luxurious life far away from the main characters

though as you say that, you find yourself wanting to spend more and more time with "Mr Gazelle"

despite his intimidating appearance, he turned out to be a very generous person, frequently gifting you little trinkets he's made or bouquets he's arranged

he's started calling you "Briar", after the roses in the garden where he met you

you greatly appreciated the nickname, it felt better to be called that than the name of the villainess, that you could just be yourself and not play the role of a villainess avoiding ruin

you also find that whatever musings you've mentioned to him, they somehow manifest themselves

oh? you wish you could learn about embroidery? the next day there's a basket full of the highest quality threads and fabrics, with a gentle tutor to help you learn

(you still remember how cute "Mr Gazelle" looked when you gave him your first finished product, a handkerchief with an embroidered gargoyle)

what's this? you'd like to try more desserts from the capital you were never allowed to try? say no more! the next day the chef presents you with 10 different choices!

so you assumed he was an advisor of sorts to the Duke, because how else could your requests be granted so easily?

but one day, around two months after you started living in the duchy, "Mr Gazelle" asked you questions about the duke, whether you were afraid of him, would you prefer to meet him, curious questions like that

though surprised by the topic, you answered honestly, saying you don't really believe in the rumours (because you know from your friend he's an ethereal beauty) and yes, you would like to meet your husband

and what do you know? lilia informs you the duke wants to share dinner with you. what a coincidence!! :)

Nervousness held you in its grasp as you stepped into the room. Your gaze remained fixed on the carpet beneath your feet, and your knees bent gracefully as you executed the perfect curtsey.

"Your Grace."

You could hear sounds of shuffling, and then a pair of black boots entered your field of vision. Familiar hands found yours, guiding you to rise and stand upright. "Rise, my Briar," he murmured gently.

With hesitant anticipation, you finally looked up, taking in the obsidian mask that concealed his face. That voice, that nickname, and those enchanting eyes—it was all too familiar.

"Mr Gazelle..." you whispered in disbelief.

His eyes narrowed in mirth as he chuckled. "Although I hold great fondness for that name, I do wish you could call your husband by his name," he said as he began to remove his mask.

"Malleus..." you breathed.

A tender smile graced his lips, and his eyes sparkled with affection as he delicately brushed a stray lock of hair from your face—a gesture he had done countless times before. "My sweet Briar, I implore you to forgive me for deceiving you. I wished nothing more but to know you," he pleaded.

Oh, with how loud your heart was pounding in your chest, you realized that you were irrevocably and hopelessly ensnared in a love story that had deviated far from the original story.

But you didn't feel a single ounce of regret.

Masterlist

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#bts of writing this #malleus fell so hard on the first night #he gave gifts as a form of courting #cuz dragon instincts #also lilia the whole time was like “young people and their love issues” #✧1k! another life✦ #twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland malleus

[holylulusworld]

Looking for some recommendations by you or your kind followers 🥰

Steve or Bucky mafia / mob or abo series

And Henry Cavill series (I've fallen into a big rabbit hole of lusting over that man lol)

I've read all of your stories so much Lulu, like Consolidation Bride is like my number 1 series. I reread it often sometimes when I walk my dog or when I'm moody and on my period😂.

Hi lovely. Aw, I'm happy someone loves Consolation Bride as much as I do. I'm tempted to write a sequel, I just don't know when.

Let's see, I will list the blogs coming to my mind in random order. I hope I don't forget half of the people I follow...

I highly recommend @angrythingstarlight's blog for Mafia AUs. She has wonderful Mafia AUs for Bucky.

@navybrat817 has great stories for Bucky & Steve & Henry's characters. Check her Bucky list for Mafia stories.

@kinanabinks has an awesome Mafia Bucky x Best Friend (fairy) series. You can find it here: MOB!BUCKY MASTERLIST

@jtargaryen18 has a wonderful Mafia Steve / arranged marriage story called His Inheritance (ongoing). I got it on my reading list.

@sinner-as-saint has all your little heart desires, including mafia AUs, A/B/O and so much more.

@biteofcherry has great a/b/o & mafia stories for Steve. I think some are dark, so check the warnings for triggers.

@smutsonian has this mafia Steve I just discovered and need to read.

@buckyalpine has a story called pretty little thing with Mob Bucky. It's on my reading list.

You are looking for Henry & his roles? Fear not. Look at @littlefreya's blog. Here's her "stories" masterlist. There is a drabbles masterlist in her bio too.

Do you need more Henry? Here you go: @viking-raider will help you out.

@waiting4inspiration has an Alpha Bucky series.

These are the ones coming to my mind atm. If anyone has stories for nonnie to read, please feel free to add them to his post. 😊

#fic recs #fic recommendation #lulu answers

[luminestars]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒 - 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 ✦

"𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖."

pairing: childe x reader

genre: angst, lovers to friends(ish), rejected proposal, modern au, y/n and childe are adults

sentences with ' ' are the song lyrics!

warnings: comparing, self doubt!(?) lmk if I missed anything

notes: mm I love making the titles of my fics taylor swift songs

song : champagne problems - Taylor swift

genshin masterlist.

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'You booked the night train for a reason so you could sit there in this hurt'

It was a big celebration to celebrate the success of childes business. You were talking to your friends and family, laughing and swaying away to the music with a glass of champagne in your hands. Until it turned into a crowd of silence, whispers awaiting for your answer.

'Bustling crowds or silent sleepers, you're not sure which is worse'

"y/n l/n, will you marry me?" Childe kneels down, with a beautiful ring in his hand. You wanted to say something, yet, you were speechless. Why couldn't you get words out of your mouth?

"I... Childe, can we talk outside?" You say nervously, grabbing his hand and dragging him outside to the garden while everyone looked confused.

You took a breath, looking down at the ground "love, I... I don't think I'm ready to get married."

You didn't want to see his face. It'll hurt you more if you saw him hurt. His hands were shakey, before muttering out, "don't worry, I understand. I'll wait for you." He let out a small smile.

You finally looked him in the eyes, "I'm sorry, Childe." Before letting go of his hand and leaving him all alone to join the party. Once you went inside, he couldn't help but release the tears, putting the ring back in his pocket.

'Because I, dropped your hand while dancing, left you out there standing, crestfallen on the landing, Champagne problems'

"Childe?" He heard a familiar voice behind him, he looked back to see lumine with a frown. Feeling his sadness. She walked forward to console him, wrapping her arms around his waist while he sobs on her shoulders.

'Your mom's ring in your pocket, my picture in your wallet, your heart was glass, I dropped it Champagne problems'

Fast-forward, 6 years later.

You woke up, yawning groggily. Hugging your pillow as your turned off your alarm. You remember the times when you used to hug him like this.

It was only a few hours left until childe and lumines wedding, and they were kind enough to send you an invitation. You got up your bed to get ready, feeling like an absolute mess.

A few hours pass, you're now there at the reception. You observed your surroundings, the huge chandeliers everywhere, many flowers and decorations hung up and was bedazzled by glitter and rhinestones. As you made your way in, people kept on eyeing you and whispered at the person next to them.

"they would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame they're fucked in the head." They said, and you overhear, making your heart drop and tears forming in your eyes.

Right, it was your fault for causing such a mess, wasn't it? The time Childe told them you rejected his proposal, everyone went to console him, and one of those people was his soon to be bride, lumine. Someone everyone liked better than you.

'but you'll find the real thing instead.'

She was the one who stayed by him during tough times, she was the one who helped him, she was the one who cared. Where were you during these times? You were gone. It's your fault for making such a mess.

'She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred'

You took a seat, waiting for the actual ceremony to start. You saw Childe standing with his group of friends with a champagne bottle in his hand. He saw you and gave a small wave. And soon, he was called as the celebration was finally starting.

You zoned off a little, but snapped back into reality when you hear them say their vows, before finally kissing. That's it, they were now officially husband and wife. As everyone clapped, you just stood up, having flashbacks to what he said before.

"don't worry, I understand. I'll wait for you."

he said he would wait, but I guess he was impatient. You took too long to answer him, and now he's with her now. If you just said yes, that would've been you up there, happily married.

'Never leave you standing'

As they walked down the aisle, you looked at him and saw him smiling more than he ever was with you. He let go of you, now it was time to let go of him.

'Crestfallen on the landing with champagne problems'

You walked out the back door, tears trickling down your face as you wiped them away.

'your mom's ring in your pocket, her picture in your wallet'

You hid your face in your hands, sobbing and muttering for the last time, "I love you, ajax. though I never really showed it."

'you won't remember all my champagne problems'

#genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin angst #genshin impact #luminewrites #childe #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x you #childe x reader #childe genshin impact #i love making taylor swift inspired fanfics 😋

[legends-of-time]

Thorn Bush (Doctor Who Story)

Chapter 10: Day of the Doctor Part Two

Masterlist

"I now pronounce you man and wife." The Clergyman announces to Ten and Elizabeth, who stand arm in arm, in the courtyard of the tower with Clara, Kathy, Eleven and the War Doctor watching on. The clergyman stands in front of a large tent.

"Woo hoo!" Clara cheers.

"You may kiss the bride."

Ten gives his 'wife' a strained smile but this doesn't deter Elizabeth, who grabs his face and does the enthusiastic kissing. Clara cheerfully throws confetti at them but even she pulls a face at the display though all of them are.

"Is there a lot of this in the future?" The War Doctor asks his future self next to him sceptically, raising his eyebrows at the sight in front of them.

"It does start to happen, yeah." Eleven replies.

"It's quite funny when you think about it." Kathy giggles. They stare at her in disbelief. "Or not?"

Ten eventually pulls himself away.

"God speed, my love," Elizabeth says.

"I will be right back." Ten runs into the TARDIS in quick speed, not looking back. Kathy waves at Elizabeth as she follows the others inside the TARDIS.

"Right then, back to the future." Eleven declares.

——

"You've let this place go a bit." The War Doctor mentions as he glances distastefully around Nine and Ten's console room.

"Ah, it's his grunge phase. He grows out of it." Eleven replies with a shrug.

"Oi, never dis the TARDIS!" Kathy exclaims. The TARDIS lets out an appreciative hum.

An alarm suddenly sounds and the console begins to spark. Kathy pulls Clara away from the TARDIS as Ten receives an electric shock from the console. The walls around the control room change in a blink, turning from bronze-coral to a white, lit up appearance with round circles in the wall.

"Ow!" Ten exclaims. "The desktop is glitching."

"Three of us from different time zones. It's trying to compensate." The War Doctor speaks thoughtfully.

"Hey, look, The round things!" Eleven points out with excitement, grinning widely.

"I love the round things." Ten catches his excitement.

"What are the round things?"

"No idea."

"Sometimes I wonder if you know anything about TARDISes." Kathy shakes her head at them smiling.

"Yes, we do!" Eleven exclaims offended. "I'll show you!" He darts over to the console. "This is the friction contrafibulator." He fiddles and the controls spark again and the desktop outlook shifts into Eleven's later control room look. "Ha! There, stabilised."

It is Ten's turn to give the room a once over, "Oh, you've redecorated." Eleven starts to smile but then, channelling the Second Doctor, Ten pulls a face and mutters, "I don't like it."

"Oh. Oh yeah? Oh, you never do." Eleven pouts.

Kathy shakes her head. "Listen, the Zygons have access to the Black Archive through using Osgood and Kate's appearances. We need to get there."  All three Doctors go quiet and look at each other in trepidation.

"Okay, so you've heard of that, then." Clara mumbles.

"Well then." Eleven straightens his bow tie. "Best stop them."

"Uh, no, TARDIS-proof," Kathy tells them.

"Brilliant." Eleven rushes into action, setting up the space-time telegraph. A gift from the Doctor to Kate's father. It is very needed at this moment considering that Kate will be trying to detonate the nuclear warhead 20 feet beneath to save the world.

Kathy twists a knob and static fills the room before a voice that sounds very much like Kate, echoes around them, "...destroy London?"

"To save the world," a second Kate speaks, the real Kate, "yes, I would."

"You're bluffing."

"You really think so?" Real Kate challenges. "Somewhere in your memory is a man called Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge Stewart. I am his daughter."

"Go!" Ten nods to his future self, managing to get the audio going both ways.

"Science leads, Kate." Eleven calls. "Is that what you meant? Is that what your father meant?"

"Doctor?" Kate has a surprised quality to her voice.

Kathy steps forward. "You know your father was given the space-time Telegraph by the Doctor so there's be a hotline straight to the TARDIS for emergencies. It goes both ways." She's not going to let Kate do this.

"And I also know about the Black Archive and I know about the security protocol," Eleven adds. "Kate, please. Please tell me you are not about to do something unbelievably stupid!"

"I'm sorry, Doctor." Kate breathes, her voice growing softer as she orders someone else to, "Switch it off."

"Not as sorry as you will be. This is not a decision you will ever be able to live with!" Ten tries. There's a sombre look shared between the Doctors.

"I said, switch it off!" Kate demands and the feed is cut to static before either of them can say another word.

"Great." Ten huffs. "Not only can we not talk to her but we also can't get in there because it's TARDIS-proof."

"How can they do that?" Clara asks.

"Alien technology plus human stupidity. Trust me, it's unbeatable." Eleven mutters.

"We don't need to land." The War Doctor remarks. Kathy sees that he has noticed the stasis cube they had taken from the Zygons.

"Yeah, we do. A tiny bit. Try and keep up." Ten mutters patronisingly.

Kathy shakes her head at him. "No, he's right we don't."

"What do we do then?" Eleven asks.

The War Doctor picks up the cube. "Cup-a-soup." All of them begin to grin. "What is cup-a-soup?"

Ten and Kathy pilot the ship while Eleven stands at the open door of the TARDIS as he uses the phone to contact personnel back from the National Gallery. He manages to get a hold of McGillop, the man that had been there when it had been revealed to Eleven, right after Eleven had viewed the Time War painting. Current Eleven orders McGillop to have the painting to be transported to the Black Archive.

"Okay! So, all we need to do now is connect the stasis cube to the Gallifrey Falls painting and we'll be able to get inside." Kathy says to the group.

The Doctors seem a bit reluctant to relive old memories of the day or the same day for the War Doctor, but they need to do that so they can save London.

——

The TARDIS had been placed into the battle of Arcadia painting. They all stay inside until they need to, listening to the blasts sounding and Daleks crying "Exterminate!" The Doctors open the doors and rush out, sonics in hand.

"Exterminate!" A Dalek cries as it trundles towards them, its laser arm powering up.

Three sonic screwdrivers resonate together to create a sort of shield, merging together and powering each other's up to create a blast that strikes out at the Dalek and sending the unhappy pepper pot crashing out of the painting and into—

——

—the Black Archive, followed by three of the same Time Lord while Kathy and Clara quickly follow behind.

"Hello." The youngest Doctor greets.

"I'm the Doctor." Ten remarks.

"Sorry about the Dalek." Eleven finishes.

"Also, the showing off," Clara adds with a huff as she steps out.

"Tell me about it!" Kathy exclaims as she struggles to step out because of her dress, Clara helps her.

Kathy sees two sets of Kate, Osgood and McGillop gathered around a table in the middle of the room. She glances at the Dalek as it's the first time she's seen one in person.

Eleven strides over to the humans/Zygons. "Kate Lethbridge Stewart, what in the name of sanity are you doing?"

Kate, human Kate, stands up from the table. "The countdown can only be halted at my personal command. There's nothing you can do."

"Except make you both agree to halt it." Ten shrugs.

"Not even for three of you."

Kathy can't believe how easily this woman will do this, to kill all those people.

The War Doctor shares her thoughts as he frowns as he says, "You're about to murder millions of people."

"To save billions." Kate lifts her chin, not disagreeing with him. "How many times have you made that calculation?" 

"Once." Eleven agrees. "Turned me into the man I am now. I'm not even sure who that is anymore."

"You tell yourself it's justified, but it's a lie." Ten declares as he moves over to the head of the table, placing his hands on the edge to lean and look both Kates in the eye. "Because what I did that day was wrong. Just wrong."

"And, because I got it wrong," Eleven adds. He and Ten drag chairs over to the end of the table. "I'm going to make you get it right." Both Doctors plonk themselves on the chairs and cross their legs on the table. Kathy walks over to stand behind them.

Kate seems unimpressed. "How?"

"Any second now, you're going to stop that countdown." Ten informs, waving his hand between the two Kates. "Both of you, together."

"Then you're going to negotiate the most perfect treaty of all time." His future self adds.

"And it'll be a fair and safeguarded on both sides," Kathy says.

"And the key to perfect negotiation?"

"Not knowing what side you're on." Ten finishes. Both Doctors push away from the table with their feet and stand.

"So, for the next few hours," Eleven says as he and Ten pull out their screwdrivers, "until we decide to let you out."

"No one in this room will be able to remember if they're human..."

"...or Zygon."

"Whoops a daisy." Eleven cries as the two jump onto the table and point to the ceiling, using their sonics. The two sets of Kates, Osgoods and McGillops look up and realise too late that one of the memory wiping devices is positioned on the ceiling right above them. Kathy and the War Doctor join in with their own sonics. The memory device sparks and as the countdown reaches 7, the humans and Zygons look befuddled before noticing the countdown.

The two Kates look at each other in horror, they turn to the countdown on the wall and shout, "Cancel the detonation!" The ticking time bomb stops at 5 seconds to go.

"Peace in our time." Eleven declares.

"Cutting it a bit close though," Kathy remarks.

——

Kathy leans against a shelf, taking in the scene of the Zygons and humans working together in discussions of a treaty. While she knows this will work overall, she also knows of the future rebellion of some of the Zygons. The Doctors had gone their separate ways to let them discuss, one of them is bringing the TARDISes close by. Clara explores the photo array of past companions. Then she goes to the Warrior, who is sitting in the Seventh Doctor's big leather chair.

Kathy sees the War Doctor disappear when Clara turns her back. Clara looks around confused and looks at Kathy to see her reaction. Kathy nods her head towards the other two Doctors, who are chatting together, as it is time to get moving.

——

The two Time Lords had raced to their TARDISes to follow where the War Doctor had gone after Clara, and Kathy, insisted that the youngest Doctor had not destroyed Gallifrey yet. Kathy knows Clara hopes they'll stop him but the other two Doctors are not intending to do that, just do not want the War Doctor to do it alone.

Two TARDISes park themselves in the barn. Enter the Doctors, Kathy and Clara stepping out of them. A red, rose-like button that glows, stands on a stalk above the Moment box with the War Doctor standing before it, his hand hovering over it. 

Kathy observes him for a moment before glancing out through the cracks of the walls knowing that out there, out in the desert, is Gallifrey. The planet where she got part of her DNA from.

"I told you." Clara smiles, looking relieved. "He hasn't done it yet."

"Go away now, all of you." The War Doctor commands, sounding very tired and doesn't even look at them. "This is for me."

"These events should be time-locked." Ten mutters to those next to him, his eyes gazing around the barn tensely. "We shouldn't even be here."

"So, something let us through," Eleven concludes, staring around just as warily.

Kathy looks back at them all. "Of course, there's a reason why the three of you were brought together."

"Go back." The War Doctor says, drawing the Doctors' attention away from her before they can ask her what she means. "Go back to your lives. Go and be the Doctor that I could never be. Make it worthwhile."

The two Doctors stare at their younger self with sympathetic eyes. Slowly, together, the two began to walk over to the man while Kathy and Clara stay back.

"All those years, burying you in my memory." Ten says quietly.

"Pretending you didn't exist." Eleven continues. "Keeping you a secret, even from myself."

"Pretending you weren't the Doctor, when you were the Doctor more than anybody else."

"You were the Doctor on the day it wasn't possible to get it right." Eleven comes up beside the War Doctor, staring at him steadily.

Ten comes up on the other side and lifts a hand over the War Doctor's, which is still hovering over the red button. "But this time..."

Eleven does the same, placing his hand over Ten's. "...you don't have to do it alone."

"Thank you." The War Doctor breathes quietly.

"What we do today is not out of fear or hatred." Kathy hears the emotion in Ten's voice that is trying to escape and she herself gulps down tears threatening to spill. "It is done because there is no other way."

"And it is done in the name of the many lives we are failing to save." Eleven whispers sombrely. The three Doctors are unmoving, staring at the button they have yet to press.

Eleven glances toward Kathy and Clara, who shakes her head. "What? What is it? What?"

"Nothing." Clara murmurs.

"No, it's something. Tell me." He insists. Kathy keeps quiet for this bit.

"You told me you wiped out your own people. I just... I never pictured you doing it, that's all." Clara tearfully admits. It suddenly goes dark.

"What's happening?" Clara questions.

"Nothing. It's a projection." The War Doctor replies.

The scene shifts to what is happening on Gallifrey at this exact moment, the children and people in the middle of the war.

"These are the people you're going to burn?" Kathy asks.

"There isn't anything we can do." Ten replies.

"He's right. There isn't another way. There never was. Either I destroy my own people or let the universe burn." Eleven adds.

"Look at you," Clara says. "The three of you. The warrior, the hero, and you."

Eleven walks over to her. "And what am I?"

"Have you really forgotten?"

"Yes. Maybe, yes."

"We've got enough warriors. Any old idiot can be a hero."

"Then what do I do?" Eleven asks desperately.

"What you've always done. Be a doctor." Clara answers. The fighting seems to have stopped on Gallifrey; people emerge from their hiding places. "You told me the name you chose was a promise. What was the promise?"

"Never cruel or cowardly." Ten speaks quietly.

"Never give up," the War Doctor joins him, "never give in."

"Doctor..." Kathy swallows and steps over. "You can't do this..."

The three men look at her, startled. The images vanish and they are back in the barn.

"You're not actually suggesting that we change our own personal history?" Ten gapes at her.

"Not change it as such..." Kathy replies. "...but you never remembered what happened, did you?"

"Well... I remember getting the Moment, and then... big red button..." Ten starts to say but keeps trailing off as if his memories are not exactly lining up. He looks at his future self with wide eyes.

Eleven swallows and closes his eyes. "...then Gallifrey was gone and I was regenerating..."

"So, you don't remember actually pressing the button?" Kathy presses.

"No... I—" Ten frowns. "History said Gallifrey had been destroyed from the war. I knew I had been getting ready to use the moment, but..."

Eleven grins, clearly having clocked what Kathy is trying to say. He sonics the big red button back into the Moment box.

"There's still a billion billion Daleks up there, attacking." The War Doctor says confused.

"Yeah, there is. There is." Eleven replies.

Ten begins to grin as well. "But there's something those billion billion Daleks don't know."

"Because if they did, they'd probably send for reinforcements."

"What? What don't they know?" Clara asks them, looking confused and excited.

"This time, there's three of them," Kathy explains.

"Oh! Oh, yes, that is good. That is brilliant!" The War Doctor exclaims. "She didn't just show me any old future, she showed me exactly the future I needed to see!"

His future selves look at him blankly while Kathy grins.

"Eh? Who did?" Eleven asks.

He gets ignored. "Oh, Bad Wolf girl, I could kiss you."!"

Ten looks at him in surprise. "Sorry, did you just say Bad Wolf?" Ten asks. He glances at Kathy unsure.

"So, what are we doing? What's the plan?" Clara excitedly butts in.

"The Dalek fleets are surrounding Gallifrey, firing on it constantly." The War Doctor explains to her.

"The Sky Trench is holding, but what if the whole planet just disappeared?" Ten adds.

"Tiny bit of an ask." Clara remarks.

"The Daleks would be firing on each other." Eleven cheers.

"They'd destroy themselves in their own crossfire." Kathy nods.

"Gallifrey would be gone, the Daleks would be destroyed, and it would look to the rest of the universe as if they'd annihilated each other." The War Doctor concludes.

"But where would Gallifrey be?" Clara asks.

"Frozen. Frozen in an instant of time, safe and hidden away." Ten replies serenely.

"Remember the painting?" Kathy asks, Clara nods. "Well, basically we'll be doing that, but freezing a planet in a moment in time, away from everyone."

Clara beams at the news.

——

Kathy joins Ten in his TARDIS and Clara with Eleven as the three TARDISes patch through to the War room. Kathy watches as Eleven and Clara appear on one half of the monitor screen and the War room on the other. She knows that they'll all be appearing on holo-monitors in the War room.

"Hello, hello," Eleven calls as they get through. From the monitor Kathy is looking at from Ten's TARDIS, she can see the Time Lords under siege and Eleven and Clara in different squares. "Gallifrey High Command, this is the Doctor and Miss Clara Oswald speaking." Clara does a little wave.

"Hello!" Ten greets as they get through. For the other TARDISes, they'll be appearing as a square on their screens while being another hologram in the War Room. "Also, the Doctor along with Miss Katherine Davis. Can you hear us?"

"Also, the Doctor," the screen splits again as the War Doctor appears, "standing ready."

"Dear God, three of them!" The General seems utterly and completely horrified. "All my worst nightmares at once."

"General, please listen to what they have to say first," Kathy warns. "They have a plan to save you all."

"We should point at this moment, it is a fairly terrible plan." Eleven has to add.

"And almost certainly won't work." Ten agrees.

"Yeah, 'cause that's how you get someone to help you." Kathy shakes her head to herself. Ten ignores her.

"We're flying our three TARDISes into your lower atmosphere." Eleven continues, also ignoring her.

"We're positioned at equidistant intervals around the globe." Ten informs. "Equidistant." He grins. "So grown up."

"Focus, Doctor." Kathy nudges him.

The War Doctor is clearly in a good mood and ignores the extra comment. "We're just about ready to do it."

"Ready to do what?" The General asks, looking fearful.

"We're going to freeze Gallifrey." Eleven declares.

"I'm sorry, what?!"

"Using our TARDISes, we're going to freeze Gallifrey in a single moment in time." Ten adds.

"You know, like those stasis cubes? A single moment in time, held in a parallel pocket universe." The War Doctor continues.

"Except we're going to do it to a whole planet." Eleven explains.

"And all the people on it." Ten finishes.

The General looks aghast. "What?! Even if that were possible, which it isn't, why would you do such a thing?"

"Because the alternative is burning." Eleven answers solemnly.

"And I've seen that." Ten inserts.

"And I never want to see it again."

"We'd be lost in another universe, frozen in a single moment." The General argues. "We'd have nothing."

"You'd have each other." Kathy points out. "You'd have your planet, your people, your safety, your lives and hope."

"It's delusional." The General spits. "The calculations alone would take... hundreds of years," Kathy smirks and looks at the stasis cube on the console that will also be on the other consoles as well.

"Oh, hundreds and hundreds." Eleven smirks.

"But don't worry, I started a very long time ago." Ten winks. The image on the monitor shifts and shows all of the Doctor's past incarnations appearing. All calling out to each other for help and all have the same calculations done by the War Doctor's TARDIS and finished in Eleven's. Same software, different case.

"You might say I've been doing this all my lives!" Eleven whoops.

"I didn't know when I was well off!" The General sounds ill. "All twelve of them!"

"No, sir." An unfamiliar voice chimes in. The screen splits one more time, only revealing a set of rather angry eyes with bushy eyebrows to match. "All thirteen!" Kathy sees the Doctors looking at each other confused. The War room shakes as a blast is heard, which distracts them.

"Sir!" The man beside the General cries out in warning. "The Daleks know that something is happening. They're increasing their firepower."

The General closes his eye, gathering his strength for the final decision. "Do it, Doctor. Just do it."

Eleven nods seriously. "Okay. Gentlemen, we're ready." He reaches out to put a hand on a lever. Clara puts her hand over his.

"Geronimo?" She asks grinning. Eleven nods and they pull the lever down.

"Come on, Kathy!" Ten laughs as they grab their own lever. "Allons-y!"

Kathy laughs. "Allons-y!"

The War Doctor rolls his eyes. "Oh, for God's sake. Gallifrey stands!" He pulls down his lever.

TARDISes rush towards the planet and surround it, then whiteout. Pieces of Dalek scatter in space as though they had been blasted apart and no planet remains.

——

The Doctors, Kathy and Clara are in the under gallery of the National Gallery and gather before the painting of the Time War. They all have their own cup of tea. Ten and Eleven stand by the painting and Kathy stands by Clara and the War Doctor, who sit on the bench. Three TARDISes are lined up by one wall. The opposite is decorated with a collection of roundels.

"You know you should give yourself a trim." Kathy casually remarks to Clara, remembering what Clara had said to her 700 years earlier.

Clara grins unquestionably. "Really? Would it look good?"

"Yeah, you'd suit a bob, but not yet." Kathy points a finger at her with a fake serious face. Clara laughs.

"I don't suppose we'll know if we actually succeeded." The War Doctor sighs sadly as he muses. "But at worst, we failed doing the right thing, as opposed to succeeding in doing the wrong."

"Life and soul, you are." Clara remarks as she sips her tea.

"You may one day," Kathy says.

"Do you know something?" Clara asks.

Kathy shrugs. "Maybe. Spoilers." She then wanders over to the painting.

"What is it actually called?" Ten asks as he squints at the 3D painting of the Time War. He's wearing his glasses as if that'll help him find a clue.

"Well, there's some debate." Eleven replies, taking off his own glasses. "Either No More or Gallifrey Falls."

The War Doctor forces a smile. "Not very encouraging."

"Maybe you're all looking at it wrong?" Kathy supplies.

Eleven frowns at her in thought while Ten asks, "How did it get here? Kathy?"

She shrugs but really, she can't quite remember herself as she always got a bit confused by this bit, which is annoying for her.

Eleven smiles. "I really don't know."

His past self smiles at that. "There's always something we don't know, isn't there?"

"One should certainly hope so." The War Doctor stands. "Well, gentlemen, it has been an honour and a privilege."

Ten nods at him. "Likewise."

Eleven smiles at him. "Doctor."

The War Doctor turns to Kathy. "It's my greatest pleasure to get to know you, Kathy. I look forward to everything."

"I look forward to it," Kathy replies.

"And if I grow to be half the man that you are," the War Doctor turns to Clara, "Clara Oswald, I shall be happy indeed."

Clara startles slightly as she takes a sip of drink but straightens and stands cheerfully. "That's right. Aim high." She kisses his cheek gently.

The War Doctor sighs. "I won't remember this, will I?"

Kathy shakes her head. "I'm afraid not. Time streams being out of sync and all that."

"You can't retain it," Eleven adds.

"So, I won't remember that I tried to save Gallifrey rather than burn it." He lets out a long sigh at that. "I'll have to live with that. But for now, for this moment," he nods to himself, smiling with his hands on his lapels, "I am the Doctor again. Thank you." He turns to the TARDISes. "Which one is mine? Ha!" He goes into the shabbiest TARDIS. It dematerialises.

"I won't remember either," Ten pulls off his glasses, "so you might as well tell me." Kathy plonks herself next to Clara so as to let the two have this chat.

"Tell you what?" Eleven inquires as though he doesn't already know what his past self is asking.

"Where it is we're going that you don't want to talk about."

Elevens sighs. "I saw Trenzalore, where we're buried. We die in battle among millions."

"That's not how it's supposed to be." Ten denies.

"That's how the story ends." Elevens shrugs as if he doesn't care. "Nothing we can do about it. Trenzalore is where you're going." Kathy knows that isn't quite how it all plays out.

"Oh, never say nothing." Ten determines. "Anyway," he shakes Eleven's hand, "good to know my future is in safe hands." He places his cup next to Clara. "Keep a tight hold on it, Clara."

"Hmm. On it." Clara agrees as she places down her own cup and stands. Ten takes her hand and kisses it. Kathy shakes her head at it as she trails after him to the TARDIS but not before hugging Clara goodbye.

"Till the next time, Clara."

"Till the next time."

Kathy gives a nod to Eleven, who nods back.

"Trenzalore." Ten mumbles, turning back to Clara and Eleven as he is half in the box. "We need a new destination because I don't want to go." He steps inside with Kathy following, groaning to herself at the last bit of his sentence, as she needs to be with him so that the timeline stays on the right path.

"Onwards?" Ten asks.

Kathy nods. "Onwards." She smiles at him sadly knowing that as they leave, he'll forget.

——

A figure walks into the room that Eleven had just vacated. It was a young woman wearing 21st century clothes, brown hair poking out. Blue eyes look around the room as if to double check that no one is there, particularly a certain half Time Lord, before taking off the hood of her coat to reveal that it is Kathy.

She smiles as she walks up to the painting, recalling how she had been standing here 500 years earlier from her perspective. Kathy glances over her shoulder when hearing steps rapidly heading towards the room. Osgood runs in and halts quickly as she takes in Kathy standing in front of her. Kathy knows she's probably confused for a moment by Kathy's appearance at first.

"Kathy!" She exclaims. "You're here! Well, again. Is it safe?"

Kathy smiles at her kindly. "Of course. I wouldn't be that careless." She looks back at the painting. "I assume it fulfilled its purpose?"

Osgood nods eagerly. "Yes. But how did you get a hold of this in the first place?"

"I couldn't possibly say," Kathy replies, smirking. "But you should really put a plaque for the name of the painting otherwise people will get confused."

"What's its name?"

"Gallifrey Falls No More."

——

A/N: Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

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Together

Choi San x Fem Reader

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You were standing in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water as your eyes fixed on him who was focused on his game. Leaning back, you watch as he battled it out in the game. He wasn’t really talkative to begin with but he turned really quiet when he’s gaming and you noticed that.

Well, he does make frustrated noises when he loses a match or a team member is not cooperating. Watching him play was like a hobby for you now when you have nothing to occupy yourself.

But then, the flower bouquet on the dining table caught your eyes. You went to put the glass away and walked over to the table, a smile graced your face as you held onto the bouquet.

“San, did we pack any vases before coming here?” You pouted slightly seeing how the petals are starting to dry.

“I don’t think we did. Why?” You grabbed an empty mug and filled it with some water before placing the bouquet in. “It’s fine, I got it.” Walking over to San, he glanced over to you before focusing back on the screen.

“The rest of our things will come in the weekend, why were you looking for a vase anyway?” He asked, fingers tapping away on the console.

“It was for the hand bouquet. I don’t want to throw it away.” A smile formed on his lips remembering what happened earlier that day. It was no other than the long awaited part where the bride throws the hand bouquet and the person catching it will be the next to get married, from what you were told.

Out of all of your friends, the one that caught it was Seonghwa, one of San’s closest friends. He too was shocked that he caught it and accepted his fate but not until his friends started teasing him to no end that he returned the beautifully arranged flowers back to you with a defeated face.

“I wanted to let Seonghwa have it since he seemed genuinely happy when it landed in his hands but you,” You punched his arm before continuing on “and the others were making fun of him. I hope he doesn’t take it to heart what happened earlier.”

“But why was he so eager to catch it anyway? It’s not like he has a partner.” San protested.

“Whatever, just play your game.”

You didn’t want to argue anymore and started looking around the area until something beside the foot of the sofa caught your eye. It was a cream coloured paper bag and you carefully dragged it out to where you were sitting to have a closer look. There was a rectangular shaped box in it and you brought it out, a little card attached on its front.

“A little housewarming gift for the newlyweds. Have fun!” You read it out loud as your brows furrowed in confusion. San was too focused to even hear you until you pinched his shirt to grab his attention.

“San, do you know who gave this?” He shook his head as his eyes stared hard at the black rectangular shaped box trying to recall anything. “No, I don’t. Did they say anything on the card?” You read back the exact words and his eyes widened a bit.

“Just put it away, it’s probably from one of the guys.” As he was talking, you had already put out what looks like a regular Jenga tower. “San, come play with me! It’s just Jenga. But why is the box painted black?” You mumbled to yourself as he put away his console and gave his full attention to you.

“You want to start first?” San suggested with a smirk on his face. “No, you start first.” You watched as he took a block out from the tower and carefully placed it on the top.

“Your turn” He proudly said, dimples evident on his happy face. You rolled your eyes and was about to take out a block when you looked back at the one he placed earlier. “There’s something written on the side.” Taking the block away, you read what was engraved on it.

“Put the block back, love.” “There’s an instruction on this block, you have to do it first then I can proceed. Look.” You pointed to the small lettering on the block.

“Hold hands for the rest of the game”

He raised a brow at you to which you shrugged back. “There’s no rules written on the box so we don’t have to follow what it says here.” You said nothing but moved closer to his side and extended your palm.

“Love, this is ridiculous.”

“Just do it.”

He sighed and intertwined your hands together. He never thought you were the type to follow rules this seriously especially in a game but went along with it.

You manage to take out a block and read it before looking away embarrassed. San peeked at you, wondering why you didn’t place it on the top of the tower. “What does your block say?”

“Kiss your second favourite part of yours on your partner.” Your cheeks heated up as he had an amused look plastered on his face. Quickly, you pressed your lips on his cheek and pulled away. “Your turn.” You said simply but San wanted to linger on at what you did before taking a block.

“My cheek is your second favourite, really? Then what’s the first?” He jutted his lips thinking it was that but you shook your head vigorously. “It’s not your lips, now take a block, San.”

Holding hands was already making you feel uneasy, kissing him out of nowhere just added more to it. You wanted this to end so bad but you won’t tell him that, he’d think that you admit defeat. You eyed how he placed the new wooden block beside yours and turned to look at you.

“Don’t move” Your brow knitted together as he leaned closer and bit the base of your neck. The hand that was holding him instantly went to his shoulder to push him away. “What are you doing?”

“It says here…make a mark on your partner. So don’t move.”

Groaning at the continuous ringing sound, you searched for the source and found San’s phone flashing on the ground amongst the pile of clothes. You picked it up and saw that there’s an incoming call and went to the sleeping figure who seemed to be in a deep sleep.

“San, wake up. Phone call…” You patted his arm to which he groggily took the phone and answered it. Putting on his pyjama shirt, you turn to look back at him, eyes shut tight but he was mumbling things to the person on the other line. You shook your head at him and left for the kitchen.

A yawn left your lips as you sleepily made some hot drinks for the both of you. You could have slept some more but the phone woke you up and going back to sleep seemed harder then.

As you slowly sipped on the hot beverage, a loud thud was heard from the room. San came out, pulling his pyjama pants and hurriedly went to the door. “Who could that be?” You mumbled to yourself and padded your way over to the wall to take a peek.

“Oh, did I interrupt something?” You recognise that obnoxious laugh anywhere and finally went to stand behind San with a deadpan look. San tried to make you go back inside but you were curious as to why his best friend was this early at your place.

“Your mother-” He eyed both of you before continuing, “...mothers told me to check up on you two. Everything good?” He chuckled to himself.

“Just leave.” San said and pushed his friend out, slamming the door right in his face.

“Is it okay to do that?” You thought he could have stayed for breakfast if San had let him too. But seeing the way he was staring at you made you think otherwise. “It’s more than fine besides I’m not about to let him see you like this…with that all over your neck.” He looked away and went back to the bedroom.

Only then did you realise that you were just in his shirt, collars exposed and nothing else. A gasp left your lips as you pulled the collar closer to your neck. The action doesn’t change the fact that your painted neck was probably seen earlier.

“Was he the one who gave us that Jenga?!” You shouted.

“Yes! Who else would give such a thing if not him.” He shouted back from the room.

There was a short silence before San walked back out and took your hand, dragging you back to bed. “Let’s just go back to sleep, love. No one is going to bother us anymore.”

You hummed in response before dropping yourself beside him, snuggling close in his embrace.

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sweeter than honey pt. 6

Summary: Y/N “Honey” Cirillo has been many things in her short life: an unwanted child, a dancing prodigy, a teen mom, and now she’s a replacement bride. After her sister runs away, Y/N is forced to take her place and marry into the Barton family. The Three Families are already dealing with enough. With the murder of a high-ranking member and HYDRA continuing to make threats, they need this marriage to go ahead without a hitch. Can Clint and Y/n find happiness or is there too much against them?

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Content warning: Arranged marriage, sex, violence, murder

Notes: It is honestly so hard to believe I’m already on book 3 of the Three Families Series! Thank you to everyone who’s interacted with these stories so far 💛

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TWO WEEKS LATER

Since their engagement party, Y/N was actively avoiding anything related to the Three Families. It bothered her that what she has seen bothered her. The end of the night left a bitter taste in her mouth and when she wasn’t working, she was practically barricaded in the apartment. 

Clint had texted her about setting up a moving date, but she had left the message on read. Finally, he broke and sat outside the hospital until she walked out at the end of her shift. He pulled up the curb and rolled down the window, “Hi, wifey. Get in.” Y/N just stared at him until he sighed, “Please.”

She reluctantly climbed in and kept as much distance between them as possible. As soon as she was seated, Clint locked all the doors in the car, trapping her in. They drove to her apartment in complete silence  but when she tried to get out, he kept the doors locked 

“You’ve been avoiding me and I don’t like it. I’m not letting you out until you talk to me.” Y/N worried at her bottom lip, but didn’t speak. She just stared forward and refused to look him in the eyes. Clint huffed, “Fine. I’m just going to ramble until you go crazy and talk. Where to begin…I saw a homeless guy on my run this morning — had a couple dollars —Gave it to him which was nice — but then I couldn’t get coffee — Thankfully, my friends were at my house and made me breakfast — They do that sometimes — Usually Bucky when he’s hiding from one of his lady friends — He has a lot of those — Anyway, back to coffee, I drink a lot of it — An unhealthy amount some might say — So whenever you go shopping it’s probably a good idea to pick some up — Also I’m running low on toilet paper — it’s important that you know I really don’t like Charmin — The bears really freak me out —It’s like if Winnie the Pooh was telling me to wipe my ass—“

“Oh! My! God!” Y/N leaned over the center console and put her hand over his mouth, “Stop speaking.”

He mumbled against her hand and she pulled it away. “Tell me what’s wrong. Or I’ll start talking again.”

“I’m mad at you for how reckless you were at the party. Anyone could have caught you and you’re lucky it was me! I’m angry that I’m even in this position. I’m nervous about moving in and how this is all going to go. And don’t even get me started on you and Nola.”

“I mean I know I’m an idiot, but I know how to keep a kid alive. Feed it, water it, and don’t let it play with fire. Ease to the pease.”

Y/N looked up to the sky, wondering how the universe saw fit to shackle her to this infuriating man. “First of all, she is not an it. Second of all, I don’t even know where to begin with your analysis of child care. Third, I’m not worried you’ll kill her…well I wasn’t until you just spoke.” Clint just grinned at her as she sighed, “You need to understand something if we are going to be married. I never had a good relationship with my parents. Every few years they decide to try and actually have a real marriage. After they had the twins, they’d done their part and had an heir and a spare. During one of their “reconciliations”, I was conceived. By the time my mom gave birth, it had all fallen apart again. My father and her have more affairs than I can count. I spent most of my life raised by nannies, watching from afar as the twins were doted on by my parents. As I got older I thought if I acted out enough they would see me. I partied, slept around and tried to get them to notice. When I was 16, I found out I was pregnant. Something in me just switched. Every priority I had changed to Eleanor. I hid my pregnancy as long as I could and by the time my family found out, it was too late. They tried to convince me to move away to have her and then give her up for adoption. I refused so they kicked me. My friends found me when I was in a really dark place and pulled me out. They gave us a home and a job. They’re the reason Nola and I are as lucky as we are and they are the most important people in my life. They’re the only family Nola has ever had. I have an amazing family that came together to help me and it’s made up of people who have no reason to support me as much as they did.” She took a deep breath, having said all of that in one long breath.

“What does this have to do with me?”

Y/N looked at him and Clint saw the fierceness in her eyes, “I couldn’t even comprehend how my mother was as cold and unloving as she was to me. When I held my baby for the first time, I knew that I would do anything to make sure that she was loved and that she never doubted it. I worry that you and the others won’t accept her the way she deserves. I never want her to doubt that she has people in her corner and with danger that I’ve been told is coming, I’m scared for her. I’m really scared. My kid comes first before anything else.”

For the first time, Clint had a serious face “It’s my turn to speak now. You’re right to be scared. HYDRA is a serious threat, but they’re not getting close to you and Nola. I will protect you and that’s a promise. She’s not the first kid to be brought into the Families who’s not genetically related and I hope she’s not the last. We have a habit of picking up strays and loving them fiercely. I’m already in her corner and yours and I don’t plan on leaving. Okay?” Y/N nodded but he wasn’t sure that she understood how serious he was. Still, he unlocked the door and she got out. 

Before she walked away, Clint called after her, “Oh, and Honey, start answering my texts. You’re gonna have to move in eventually.”

Eventually ended up being that weekend. Y/N had done what Clint had told her and answered his texts. He couldn’t help but laugh at how short she was in her texts, trying to give one-word answers as much as possible. He’d managed to convince her to let him come by the apartment, meet Nola, and together they sat down to plan their new home. For someone who had had no men in her life, Nola took to Clint like a fish to water. The two of them sat on the couch eating Oreos while she told him all about her dream bedroom. Y/N sat across from them watching as her daughter explained the Disney princess-outer space combo that she didn’t just want, she needed it. Y/N tried not to laugh at the growing panicked look on Clint’s face. Finally, she cut in, “Why don’t you go get the book you’re reading for me, babes.”

“Okay, mama,” the energetic five-year-old shot out of the room.

As soon as she disappeared, Clint turned to her, ““I don’t think I can be a good stepdad. I don’t know what girls like! What Disney princess is the best? Is pink really superior? She wants to be a doctor and an astronaut all while being a princess. How the hell do I make that happen?”

Y/N was trying not to laugh at the obvious panic, “The fact that you even care about this means that you will be fine. Nola had never had a father figure and has nothing to compare it to. Just love her and support her.”

“That’s it?”

“Well, it’s a little more complicated. I mean it is shaping a human being, but love and unconditional support go a long way.”

Clint’s brows furrowed but he looked determined, “I can do that.”

Y/N couldn’t stop the smile that grew as she saw how determined he was to be involved and do right by Nola. It was hard for her to figure out which version of him was real. Was he the man who shoved her into corners and fucked women at their engagement party or was he the man who split Oreos with Nola and was currently pulling up a list of all Disney princesses and who was considered best. 

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Consolation Bride Masterlist

Request: Would you please write for Bucky & reader, wherein he’s in love with Natasha but is forced to marry reader, he’s never home ignores her even when she tries hard. She even has to work as a waitress for money, one-night Brock tries to rape her, Steve arrives just in time and saves her. They become good friends. It’s on you if you want her to stay with Bucky or get married to Steve. It could be an au where they are not Avengers.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader, Mobster!Steve x Reader

Warnings: angsts unrequited love, attempted rape, blood, scared reader, violence, characters death, cheating, Bucky being a douche, sad reader, comforting, love triangle, arguments, jealousy, smut, comforting, fluff, mobster!reader, ‘family’ business

Consolation Bride

Most wanted girl

Three are one too much

Old lies and new truths

Dark days of our past

The new boss in town

Revenge best served cold

Where do we go from here?

Now we are almost even

Follow my order or die

No one gets to see my weak side

The life I chose

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Something Wicked

part 9

masterlist 

Alright my darlings! It’s a little shorter than I would have liked, but it’s here!--- chaotic puff. 

Every day with Jin was lived in fear, but there was something especially disconcerting about him now. Jin was terrifying enough as it was, but seeing him truly angry with her was another story all together. The fact that Jinnie was there with her now was a small consolation though. The dog had a distaste for Jin though not as great a one as she would have preferred, and it didn’t stop the way that Jin was absolutely seething. They both knew that he was angry, but Jin had decided to treat her indiscretion as a onetime mishap along with the warning that if she defied him again she wouldn’t like the consequences.

The evening had been tense. She couldn’t stop the way she trembled ever so slightly, and Jin kept a hawk like gaze on her. Y/N never thought that she would miss the days of being his step and fetch, but she would have given anything to go back to that. There was something so inexplicably wrong about Kim Seokjin. She had always found him annoying, trying, but she had never thought that he could do anything like this.

“You’ve barely touched your dinner, darling.” Jin mused setting aside his own utensils, quirking a brow at her from where he sat on the other side of the dining room table. He preferred meals to be served in the dining room. The breakfast in the kitchen her first day had been a special occurrence. Everything in Jin’s home was done by the book, the perfect home for the perfect family.

“Is everything alright?” He asked his gaze dark and unsettling.

She froze, straightening up in her seat at the question. “I’m fine.” She smiled weakly pushing her food around her plate.

“Was my gift not pleasing?” His tone was sharp and accusing causing the tremor in her hands to increase to a more noticeable shaking. “Really, darling. I try so hard to please you.” He sighed placing his napkin on the table, leaning back in his seat to stare her down. “I’d hate to think you were being an ungrateful little brat.”

He loved the way she trembled so delicately in her seat. She looked so small and fragile, so perfect. If only she would obey, he sighed to himself. She was supposed to be settling in, but she was more stubborn than Jin had given her credit for, his poor stupid darling.

“I’m sorry, Jin.” She whimpered trying her best to keep a stiff upper lip and quell the trembling in her hands. He found too much pleasure in her weakness, and she hated showing it to him. She hated him.

Every whispered apology tasted like ash on her tongue. Every touch sent a shiver of disgust running down her spine, but none of that mattered. She had to survive. She had to survive long enough to get out and tell the police just how crazy the supposed golden boy was.

“Come here, darling.” He beckoned watching closely as she hesitated to follow his order, but the still fresh and aching wounds across her body prompted obedience. She didn’t want to risk further injury.

She got up a little stiffly partly due to the fear of Jin and partly because of the welts. Jin was in charge of medication. She’d found one of the bathroom cabinets completely locked to her, presumably that was where the medication was so she’d been denied any Tylenol without his presence, and much like he had always been, Jin was a petty bitch. He was upset with her so he continued to withhold any sort of pain relief.

Once she was by his side, Jin pulled her down into his lap nuzzling into her neck as he trapped her in his arms. “Did you like your gift?” He asked again his tone clearly telling her what her answer should be.

“It was perfect.” She murmured doing her best not to shy away from him.

“Mumbling, mumbling, mumbling.” He sighed pulling back and turning her chin in his direction so that she was looking at him. “I don’t like mumbling, darling. Speak up.” He ordered squeezing her head a little more roughly than was comfortable.

“It was perfect.” She repeated her voice louder and clearer now.

He hummed in approval, smiling softly as he placed a quick peck on her lips. “Then how will you thank me, my love?”

“What?” She asked the dread unfurling in her belly.

“I think I deserve some thanks for such a thoughtful gift.” He murmured placing an open mouthed kiss just below her ear. “Why don’t you show me what a good girl you are?” He asked his arms tightening around her.

“Jin.” She whimpered squirming uncomfortably in his arms as she tried to loosen his hold.

“Shhhh, darling.” He hushed trailing his nose up the line of her neck. “Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?”

“Jin, please.”

“I’ll make you feel so good, darling.” He promised nipping at her ear and chuckling at the way she shivered. He pushed her up delivering a swift smack to her ass as a prompt for her to start moving, but she stood still staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights as he stood up as well.

He watched her for a moment waiting to see if she would move on her own before sweeping her up in his arms like a new bride, relishing the way she yelped and wrapped her arms around his neck to keep herself from falling.

“Up we go, darling.” He laughed jostling her slightly as she clung to him in fear as he started to take them to the bedroom.

“Please, Jin.” She whimpered. “Please don’t.” She begged bile rising in her throat as they reached the top of the stairs.

“Hush, darling.” He grinned down at her the expression anything but comforting. “Be a good girl for, daddy.”

Daddy? When had that happened? Granted the most Jin had done to her was some kisses and some very uncomfortable forced nudity on her part. She had no idea what he expected of her when it came to any of that.

“I don’t want this!” She squirmed trying desperately to get out of his arms as they reached the door to the bedroom.

He let her tumble down from her arms watching with sick satisfaction as she thumped against the floor with a shriek of pain.

“My poor clumsy darling.” He sighed grabbing her arm to pull her back up from the floor. “What would you do without me?”

“Please!” She sobbed as Jin pulled the zipper down on her dress pushing it off her shoulders and letting it pool on the floor as she tried to squirm away from him.

“Hush, darling. Be a good girl for daddy.” He purred yanking her arms away from her torso where she tried to keep herself covered. “Beautiful.”

His gaze swept over her figure taking in the dark blue bralette she sported and the matching lacy underwear. She had chosen it because the underwires on the normal bras hurt her still fresh welts, but Jin could only focus on how the lace molded to her body like a present just for him. He loved seeing her in the clothing he bought. He especially loved seeing her in the array of lingerie that he had provided. Every piece was picked out by him for him, and he did so love her in blue.

“Jin!” She shrieked pushing him away and packing away shaking like a leaf.

Jin didn’t care though. She was his. Why shouldn’t he have her in every way? And hadn’t he been patient? Hadn’t he waited, let her adjust to life with him? Was that not kind of him?

He backed up against the bed watching in delight as she stumbled back sprawled out against the mattress looking so enticing with her wide eyes and trembling limbs. “You look so pretty for daddy. You always look so pretty.” He murmured shrugging off his shirt and crawling on top of her trailing hot kisses up her chest up towards her neck as she struggled beneath him.

“Stop!” She screamed scratching at his chest in an effort to make him get off of her.

“You always looked so good in those tight fucking skirts.” He growled nipping at her neck. “You don’t know how many times I wanted to bend you over my desk and ruin you.”

“Stop!” She sobbed pushing back against him desperately.

“Hush, darling. Be good for daddy.”

“No!” She shrieked as Jin pinned her legs down followed quickly by her arms.

“Don’t fight it, darling.” He purred keeping her still beneath him as he began to tug at the straps of her bralette.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!”

Jin paused looking down at her in annoyance. “Why must you always fight me?” He growled.

“I’m not… I’ve never!” She was sobbing her words coming out in a jumbled mess, but it caused Jin to stop, to pause and consider.

“You’re not what, my darling?” He purred nipping at her throat seductively. “You know daddy doesn’t like it when you mumble.”

“I haven’t! Please!” She gasped squirming underneath him.

“Always mumbling.” He sighed trailing his free hand down her body towards the lace of her waist band. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll have you screaming for me soon.” He promised placing a kiss between her breasts before dipping his hand into her panties slipping one long finger into her woefully dry heat.

They were both surprised as Jin reeled back in shock staring down at her still covered pussy as though it was going to bite him before a pleased smirk settled over his features.

“My poor sweet darling. Why didn’t you tell daddy you were still a virgin?” He purred leaning down to nuzzle into the space between her neck and shoulder. “You kept yourself nice and pure for daddy.” He purred pleased as punch by the discovery.

“Please don’t!” She sobbed pushing against his chest again now that he had released her wrists.

“Hush, darling.” He cooed gently rubbing his thumb back and forth against her cheek. “I’m not mad at you. How could I ever be mad about this?”

“I don’t… I don’t!” She sobbed still desperately pushing against him. “Please!” She shrieked pushing him back, and for once, Jin actually backed away, sitting up. Even though he was still on top of her, but not hovering directly on top of her anymore.

“Shhhh, darling.” He cooed brushing a piece of hair away from her face. “Tell daddy what’s wrong.” He pulled her up turning them around so that he was leaned back against the headboard with her leaned back against his chest wrapped up in his arms.

Her mind was whirring as she tried to come up with an excuse as to why he needed stop, why she needed him very very far away from her. The hardness pressed against the small of her back wasn’t helping anything.

“I was… I was waiting for… I…”  Jin hummed nuzzling into her neck again as he waited for her to collect her thoughts. “I was waiting for… for marriage. I haven’t… I’ve never…”

Jin shushed her fully understanding and pride welling up in his chest. Of course she was waiting. She was his pure little darling. How could she ever let herself be soiled by anyone else? If she wanted to wait for marriage, he’d indulge her. He’d simply have to move up his time table, not that that would be an issue. He was thrilled by the prospect of making her Mrs. Kim Seokjin sooner than anticipated. He wanted nothing more than to bind her to him legally and forever.

“Of course, darling.” He cooed. “Of course we can wait.” He would agree to anything after having been pleased by the knowledge she hadn’t been touched by any other man, especially by that worm Kim Minseok. She was perfect, perfect and unspoiled just for him.

He scooped her up in his arms taking her towards the bathroom. “Let’s take a bath, hm?” He suggested as he set her down on the counter. “Just relax, darling.” He cooed placing a sweet kiss on her lips. “I’ll take care of everything.” He promised smiling happily.

But his happiness was anything but reassuring for Y/N. She had put him off for now, but how much longer could she fend him off? What plans did he have forming in that twisted mind of his? She didn’t know if she could survive much more of him, but did she have a choice?

part 10

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Love Is Not Forced ~ 17

MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,900ish

Summary: During her stay in Wakanda, Y/N has many talks with T’Challa.

T’Challa took Y/N all over the kingdom the next day. The Princess got introduced to each of the five tribes in Wakanda. She was amazed at all the hard work each tribe put in for the kingdom. As she listened to T’Challa talk about things, she fiddled with the gift around her neck. T’Challa took notice of this and decided to mention it on the way back to the palace, after their long day in the kingdom.

“I’ve never seen you wear a necklace before, Princess,” T’Challa stated. “Is it new?”

“It is,” she smiled, dazed. “It was a gift.”

“May I inquire as to whom the gift was from?”

“You may. But I may not answer.”

“Even without your answer, I could guess who gifted it to you based on the colors.”

Y/N turned to face T’Challa. “Oh, really?”

“I’m guessing Prince Loki of Asgard gifted it to you.”

“You have guessed correct.”

“You should really be careful around him, Your Highness. He’s not always who he portrays himself to be.”

Y/N scoffed. “You know what, Your Majesty? I’m really done with people saying that. He has never once done anything to show me that he is nothing but kind, trustworthy, caring, and honest.”

“I did not mean to upset you, Y/N. I just feel like you should—“

“No! I am done with people telling me how I should act or how I should view people, or things! Yes, I am a Princess. But I refuse to be anyone’s puppet.” Y/N began to march off to her room. 

“Y/N!” T’Challa yelled after her. “You just need to keep all your options open. I am worried that you were so hesitant to do this, that you quickly attached yourself to the only man on your list of suitors your Father dislikes.”

“For your information, Your Majesty, I had no idea of my Father’s feelings for Loki until I had met him. Whatever I have done since had nothing to do with going against my Father! It was acting on the man Loki has shown me he is and my feelings.”

“So you have feelings for him?”

“Yes, I do.”

T’Challa carefully approached the Princess. “I understand that this is the first time you’d ever been in a situation like this, Y/N. And I understand that you didn’t necessarily have a choice in the matter. But no matter your feelings for Loki, you need to give the King of Brooklyn a chance. After that, it’s… well, it’s up to your Father.”

“Don’t you think I know that!” Y/N cried, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I know that it’s not my choice to make! I am a woman, nothing is ever my choice! When I get married, having children is a duty. Not a choice. My husband will force himself upon me, no matter my feelings or opinions. The choice to become a Princess… it wasn’t mine. My whole life has been people— men, making my choices for me. I want this one thing! Just this one thing!” A sob erupted from her throat. “I want who I love to be my choice.” 

Y/N collapsed into sobs on the floor. T’Challa quickly raced to her. He pulled her into him, cradling her head close as she sobbed. He understood where she was coming from. It was her lot in life to have her choices made for her. T’Challa’s heart ached for her. He tried consoling her, but to no avail. He let the Princess cry in his arms, on the floor, until she had warn herself out and he needed to carry her back to her room.

Y/N woke up, with a head ache and filled with embarrassment. She had yelled at and cried in the King of Wakanda’s arms. It was humiliating! She took her time to get out of bed and kept shooing Wanda away, who kept saying that Princess Shuri was asking fo rher. Once she had gotten out, she didn’t bother changing, she wrapped a robe around her and sat at the desk on the other side of the room. Y/N grabbed the needed supplies and began writing a letter.

My dearest Loki, I received your letter and beautiful gift. I have made a promise to myself to never take the necklace off.  Wakanda has been wonderful so far. King T’Challa gave me a tour of the whole kingdom. They have five tribes spread across their kingdom, and they work so well together. It amazes me. It almost amazes me, that I miss you more and more everyday. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. It is only a short while until that is possible, but it is far too long. I hope that the preparation is going well. Forever Yours, Y/N

After writing and having Wanda send the letter, the Princess got ready for the day. She choose a flowy, yellow dress. She wanted to be comfortable and not too fancy, especially when she needed to apologize to the King. Y/N slipped out of her room and heading towards the dining room. It was lunch time, so she had a hunch that she would find the King there. And she was right.

“Your Majesty,” she called, entering the room.

“Your Highness,” he stood up, smiling kindly at her. “Come in, join me for lunch.” He moved over to pull out the chair beside him.

“Thank you.” She bowed her head, heading towards the chair. When she sat down, T’Challa helped push her in before getting seated himself. “I need to apologize, King, for my actions yesterday. They were not appropriate. I am especially sorry for raising my voice at you. I am prepared for whatever punishment you have in store for me.”

T’Challa set his hand on top of Y/N’s. “My dear friend, there is nothing to apologize for. I pushed you passed your limits when I shouldn’t have. I should be the one apologizing. I hope you can forgive my pushing you and giving you my opinions, when it wasn’t my place.”

“Always, T’Challa. If you will forgive me.”

“Of course.” T’Challa pulled Y/N’s hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to it. “I just hope Shuri will forgive you for not waking up early enough for her liking.”

“Yes. Well, I guess I will just have to stay a little longer then.”

“Yes, you just might.”

Y/N ended up spending almost two weeks in Wakanda, much longer than she had planned. She got to know the people better. She spent many days following Shuri around, learning about the advanced tech Wakanda was creating. And she spent her days longing for Loki and avoiding going to Brooklyn.

Loki continued to send letters. She received one almost every day. He spoke of how much he was missing her and what he had prepared for her escape. He never questioned why she was staying in Wakanda for so long. It was like he understood that she wasn’t ready to go to Brooklyn yet. 

Both her Father and Mother had also sent letters, wishing her well and asking her why she was spending so much time in Wakanda. She responded with how much she loved the country and that she couldn’t bear to part from it just yet. Her Father sent a letter back, calling her out for avoiding to go to Brooklyn. He threatened to come and drag her to Brooklyn himself if she didn’t get herself there with in the week. But Y/N knew her Father well enough to know that he wouldn’t wait that long to drag her there.

King T’Challa wrote a letter to the King of Brooklyn, informing him that the Princess would be in Brooklyn in two days. The night before she was to leave for Brooklyn, T’Challa found her on a balcony, over looking the kingdom.

“Enjoying the view?” He said, coming to stand next to her.

“It’s beautiful,” she replied. “Your whole kingdom is.”

“I’m glad that you think that.”

“I wanted to thank you, T’Challa, for letting me stay longer. I… I needed it. Sometime to not think about suitors and my impending future. I apologize again for the seen I caused.”

“As I said then, no need to apologize… Princess, I do have something I wish to speak to you about before you leave.” Y/N turned slightly to see her host better, giving him a skeptical look. “You can walk away if you do not like what I have to say, but please wait until I have finished what I wish to say.”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Y/N responded, quietly.

T’Challa looked out towards the kingdom. “I know that it is not really my place, especially sense I withdrew myself from the running, to talk about your future husband. But, since I believe we are friends, I feel the need to express my thoughts on the matter… I do not know the full story about why you are so distant with King Steven. But I wish that you would give him more of a chance.”

“I—“

“Let me finish,” T’Challa’s commanding tone shone through. “King Steven is not known for being the best with women. And he has been deceived may times my potential brides. This is all new to him. I understand that that doesn’t make things right, that is not an excuse for laying a hand on you and whatever else he may of done to offend you. But you haven’t given him a chance. Yes, you went riding with him that one time. But I know that your Father forced you to go and that you weren’t gone very long.” 

“I know that you have strong feelings for Prince Loki,” the King continued. “And that those feelings will get in the way of trying with King Steven. But Y/N,” T’Challa turned to face his friend, “I need you to promise me that you will try to get to known King Steven. That you will try to push whatever happened between the two of you aside and try to build a friendship. Even if you don’t end up marrying him, as royalty, it is important that you have a friendship with all the other kingdoms.” T’Challa grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes, pleading with her. “Promise me, Y/N, that you’ll try. I’m not asking you to fall in love with the King or anything. I’m just asking you to be a bit more open minded and try to get to know him. Can you do that?”

“T’Challa, I… I don’t know—“

“Can you do that, Princess?”

Y/N studied T’Challa’s eyes. She could tell that he was just being a friend, trying to help her. And she couldn’t remember the last time she had a friend that wasn’t a servant. He just wanted what was best for her. And he wasn’t asking for her to fall in love with the King, just to be friends. And what could possibly be the harm in that?

“Okay, T’Challa,” she whispered, eyes never moving from his. “I promise.”

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Little, Unexpected Bun

Summary: The farmer has been feeling a bit under the weather, but this is only because of the wedding planning stress. Right?

Rating: K - Intended for general audience 5 years and older. Content should be free of any coarse language, violence, and adult themes.

Words: 1400

Notes: Or, why the farmer’s parents never appears on important family moments.

It is hard business getting married in Pelican Town, Estella cannot help but to point out. It was with a heavy heart that she has to conclude that there is no small wedding, they were all expensive and complex affairs, no matter how much she wanted to avoid such a thing.

With a small huff, after working most of the day in party planning with Robin and Maru as her fiancé Sebastian took the car and went to a neighbouring town for some supplies, the usually vivacious farmer fell into a chair in the kitchen, absolutely spent. She swore she had more stamina than that, but lately, she could barely manage to finish all her chores.

These last few weeks had been absolutely crazy for the bride, with the expenses, the planning and the farm that could not be ignored. Not to mention, she had been ill almost every morning, managing to retain little on her stomach. Thankfully, she had her in-laws to help, the woman cannot help but note, as the carpenter still ran around like she had unlimited energy, fixing a kettle of tea for the three women to share.

“Care for anything else to drink, darling?”  Robin asked as she poured Maru a cup. 

“Actually, do you happen to have any chocolate milk?  I swear it’s all I’ve been drinking lately.” Estella laughed quietly, and shook her head at herself. 

Robin froze in her spot, her eyes widening. This made the farmer’s smile fade as she glanced to Maru, who was equally confused.

“Mom, are you alright?” The dark-skinned girl asked curiously as she stood up from her own seat, putting her hand on her mother’s arm. 

Estella felt instantly guilty, coming to her feet quickly as well and taking the kettle from Robin.

“I’m sorry, did I say something?” She asked worriedly, hoping she did not upset her future mother-in-law.

The older redhead looked at the bride, her face growing red and a smile forming on her lips.

“You’re pregnant.” She said, rather than asking.

The farmer’s face grew incredibly red and she stepped back, shaking her head.

“When I was pregnant with Sebastian and Maru, all I could stomach the entire nine months was chocolate milk.” The carpenter explained further, only making the younger woman’s face pale more and more.

Maru gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth.

“No, absolutely not.  There’s no way this could have happened.” Estella began incredibly strong but her face softened as she began thinking.

She had thought she was rather bloated, her stomach was upset constantly in the last month, and, as she counted back the days in her head, it dawned on her that is was quite literally a possibility.

“Oh, oh, oh, Yoba damn it!” Estella felt faint suddenly, gripping the back of the kitchen chair as she struggled to catch her breath. 

Maru grabbed her arms, stabilizing her with wide eyes. “What? What are you thinking?”  

Robin came to her other side, leading she into a chair and pushing her to sit.

“Dear, are you, in any chance, pregnant?” The older woman asked this time, sitting in the chair next to she and holding her hands in her own comfortingly.  

“I think I am.” Estella whispered.  “Good Yoba, I’m going to be a mother!”

The almost devotional whisper was the only sound the three of them emitted that moment, as the expecting mother put her head in her hands, leaning against Robin. 

“It’s okay, dear, we will confirm everything at the clinic before there’s reason for you start panicking. Maru will see to that. Besides, there’s nothing to panic about.  She and Sebastian would be great parents, I’m sure of it.” The carpenter assured in a calm voice and got to her feet, moving about the house.

Maru assumed her seat, holding her sister-in-law’s hand and rubbing her back comfortingly, leaning her head on the woman’s shoulders, as they sat by the table quietly, reassuring each other.

“She’s right, you know? You and Sebastian are responsible adults, you have a stable life and you can do this and come out as the best parents in the world at the end, and I’m not just saying that because I would be an amazing aunt.” The brunette smiled against her sister-in-law’s head as she sniffled gently, feeling like she was going to cry.

Estella was not necessarily unhappy to be pregnant, mind you, it was more akin to disappointment. She had always thought she would plan it out with her husband first, that they would have time to prepare and ample opportunity to enjoy their marriage, rather than it being a surprise before even the vows were exchanged. Yet, this is her reality now, and she will be happy with it. Eventually.

While Robin tried to console her daughter-in-law, Maru ran to the clinic and sneaked out a home pregnancy test. After a quick sample-taking, it was confirmed that Estella was indeed expecting, probably celebrating her fifth week mark.

Tears fell down the farmer’s face as Robin held her, her own tears soaking into her shirt as the carpenter cried happily.

“I’m going to be a grandmother!  For the first time, oh dear!  I never thought Sebastian was going to be the one to make me a grandmother!” She rambled as Maru smiled widely, wrapping her arms around the both of them. 

“Me either.” The nursing student admitted with a nervous laugh and wiped at her eyes, trying to remain calm.

The three women heard a car engine turning down and the front door open, as loud conversation echoed from the hallowed halls of the mountain home.

“Oh, hell, I’ve got to tell Sebastian.” Estella whispered to the women, Robin trying to dry her face with the sleeves of her working shirt and Maru beaming with undue pride. 

Estella followed her mother-in-law’s example, wiping her face with a handkerchief as Sebastian and Sam entered the kitchen, arms heavy with crates full of champagne bottles.

“Hey, people!” Sam announced without noticing the women in the room all looking rather dishevelled. “Well, Mrs. Robin, I'd say we made excellent progress today!”

Sebastian, entering in after his friend, tilted his head to the side at his crying mother, beaming sister, and shaking soon to be wife.

“What happened to you lot?” He questioned, rather blazingly, as Demetrius, who had also returned from his small hike to check on the fruit bats at the cave by the entrance of Stardew Estate, looking even more confused.

“What’s wrong, dear?” The older man asked then, immediately rushing to Robin’s side and wrapping an arm around her as she broke down crying once more and throwing her arms around her husband. 

Sebastian looked at the tears in her eyes as Estella wrung her hands out in front of her.

“You see, the thing is… I’m pregnant.” She announced, making the room fall silent, spare Robin’s happy sobs.  

Sebastian’s face reddened, and his best friend looked between the farmer and him incredulously.

“You mean to tell me she two have been having premarital sex?!”  The man asked ridiculously, in an attempt to ease the mood of the room, but no-one gave him any attention.

Sebastian practically sprinted around the table, picking his fiancée up in his arms and burying his face in her neck.  Maru broke into a cackle as she joined her parents side, wrapping her arms around them excitedly.

“Are you being serious?”  He asked urgently when he finally sets her down, holding her crying face in his hands.  “I’m going to be a father?”

Estella nodded through her tears with a small smile on her lips, unable to say anything of more substance.

“Oh, honey, this is wonderful!” He said excitedly as he hugged her once more, the widest smile on his lips that she had ever seen in the five years of knowing him.

Sebastian kissed the farmer with all he had before releasing her to allow the rest of his family time to love on her.

By the end of the week, Sebastian and Estella were wed on a beautiful ceremony on the beach, under all the villagers’ well-wishes, none of them wise to the bun in the oven. Afterwards, the couple left for a weekend honeymoon in the city.

On Sunday, in the middle of the night, Estella jumps from the bed.

“Yoba merciful, I have to tell my mother!”

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Stardew Valley Masterlist

#stardew valley #sebastian

[hollenka99]

Jacksepticeye Masterlist

Series

The Life of Jameson Jackson (35k multi chapter fic where Jameson is an aspiring actor who moves to New York then Los Angeles to find success)

Creator AU (The egos don’t trust Sean as their creator and it causes a massive rift between the two parties)

Jumbled AU (Swap au where Jackie’s taken to the future, Marvin’s a superhero, Jameson’s a performer, Henrik has a YouTube channel and Chase is a child psychologist)

Misc

Five Cards (Chase’s experience with Father’s Day)

Now He’s Gone Forever (Based on a piece of art by TurquoiseMagpie. Henrik comes across a scene he really wishes he hadn’t after Halloween 2016)

Blood and Slumber (thefightisntoverme needed help with a project so I thought I’d give the prompt a go)

She’s In On It Too (Based on Cyanacity’s Make Me comic. The kids have gotten paint everywhere and Stacy is acting weird. Involves gun violence and death)

They’re Safe Now (Based on Cyanacity’s Make Me comic. Samantha and Grayson Brody try to make sense of what their dad did. Involves gun violence and death)

When The Magpie’s Away (Based on TurquoiseMagpie’s Puppet JJ. Jameson has an adventure around the room he lives in)

Doing Something Funny For Money (Jameson advertises the upcoming charity stream for Red Nose Day. Written in March 2019 because of the British RND telethon, only for Sean to announce the April stream would be for RND).

Muted Shadows (There’s a figure at the end of the red hallway).

At a Quarter to Three (Based on Remains of the Day from Corpse Bride where Jameson is Emily)

Memories (Some memories Chase has with his son. Written in response to CHASE)

Another String Cut (Little something I wrote out of nowhere based on the concept of the Fates cutting your string)

The Moment You Least Expect (Written for Egopocalypse’s birthday. Jameson bumps into a version of Jackie who shouldn’t be so easily trusted)

Undead Pursuit (Written for Averyancora. Vamp!Marvin decides to target Chase).

Khenir and Minarv (The gods mess with mortals’ lives as always and it leads to two new minor gods being made)

And Now We Wait (Henrik tries to save Jack after KJSE but Anti’s lurking)

He’s Gone! (Jackie witnesses a man get stabbed. He does his best to save him while waiting for Henrik to get there)

…Ouch (Warfstache Interviews Markiplier but with Jacksepticeye instead)

I Want To Go Home (Anti wants to leave through the window. Jack’s going to give that a hard pass. Based on the elevator joke in Venom)

Why Are You Doing This? (Jack struggles to console Chase’s grieving children. Based on the Hughes funeral scene)

Trapped (Jackie gets trapped under rubble after a building collapses)

The Man Dressed In Red (One of the boys is bleeding out and has a secret he needs to tell the others).

#jacksepticeye #my writing #it was a good 2-3 years but I've moved on so here's all of them in one place before I remake my general masterlist

[crashdevlin]

Crashing 1- Drowning

Crashing Masterlist

Author’s Note: Originally posted to ao3 (This is an edited and improved version) Part Four of the Red Queen Chronicles!

Summary: When Loki pulls Cassandra Campbell out of cryo and uses her trigger words against her, the memories that have been hiding from her since she was ten years old finally crash down on her completely.

Word Count: 3686

Pairing(s): Clint Barton x OFC, past Loki x OFC, past Bucky Barnes x OFC, past Steve Rogers x OFC

Chapter Warnings: mentions of brainwashing, mentions of murder, violence and anger, mentions of cheating

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“She is beautiful, isn’t she?” Loki asked, setting his hand against the glass of the tank. The terrified Wakandan scientist nodded nervously. “Gives off an air of regality, even asleep.” He scoffed. “Especially asleep. There’s no fear on her here. No contempt. No attempt to run from her king,” he mused before turning to the scientist. “You can speak German, yes?”

“Y-yes.”

Loki produced a red notebook from his breast pocket and handed it backward to the man without looking away from the frozen woman. “Halfway through. Labeled ‘Kind’. Open this and recite those words.”

The man hit several buttons on the console attached to the tank and it filled with a chemical. Cassie blinked her eyes open, green orbs filling with confusion. The blur of confusion cleared out of her eyes and it was replaced with fear. “Loki?” she squeaked, struggling against the binds as the tank opened.

“Junior. Vierhundert.”

“No! Don’t read that!” Cassie struggled harder, but she didn’t move. “Please!”

“Keep going,” Loki ordered, smiling at her as she fought against the binds.

“I’m sorry,” the man said. “Rot. Tochter. Vermächtnis. Fünfzig. Messer. Schädel."

“No! God, please, no! Please! Please, stop!” she begged over the trigger words.

“Johann. Zwei,” the scientist said, shaking as the woman blinked slowly...as if everything were suddenly clear.

“Undo her restraints,” Loki demanded, and the man rushed to release her. Cassie stepped down from the tank and looked around like she had new eyes. “How do you feel, Joanna? What’s different?”

“Shut up, Loki,” she bit out quietly before turning to the Wakandan man. “Run. Now. Go.”

The Asgardian watched in amusement as the man ran from the lab. “Now. How do you feel, my queen?”

“Not as different as you would want,” she snapped, leaning against the tank and looking up at Loki with disdain. “You really thought I’d come out on the other side of this ready to be your bride or something?”

“I wasn’t sure how you’d come out of it, Joanna. I was actually hoping you’d be ready to take directions as the other one does.”

Cassie scoffed and shook her head, scornfully. “Someone’s feeling a little flaccid without his scepter.”

Loki’s eyes went wide. “How dare you talk to-” he started, indignantly.

“Don’t start, Loki. Let’s just go. We don’t wanna be here when the king and the Doras get here,” she said, grabbing his coat and pulling him out the door.

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T’Challa sent word to Steve as he was mounting his offensive on the Raft that Cassie was kidnapped out of the cryo lab by Loki, so when they were safely away from the prison and sitting in the cargo hold of a ship on its way to America, Steve sat next to Clint. “You know, Cassie was the one who gave me the information I needed to get you out.”

Clint nodded. “Yeah? When did she talk-”

“She didn’t go home after she got out. She found me and Bucky and she helped us get to Wakanda. She was instrumental.”

“Wait, but she was--what about the…” Steve looked down and Clint’s whole body slumped. “No. What happened?”

Steve shook his head. “She said she lost it, but...she also said she had some interaction with Loki after she left the Raft so...he may have...I’m not sure.”

“She must be devastated,” Clint whispered.

“Um...there’s...more.” Steve pulled the letter out of his inside pocket, but he didn’t hand it to the archer.

“Wh-”

“And before you read this, you need to know...Loki found her in Wakanda.”

Clint’s eyes went wide. “What?! What do you mean? Why did she stay in Wakanda?”

“She had them freeze her. She said that the letter would explain.” Steve set the envelope on Clint’s lap and stood.

Clint’s stomach was in knots as he slid his finger across the envelope and pulled out the letter. A weight in the envelope had him shaking out a white gold ring that he recognized. He cleared his throat to deal with the sudden dryness.

My Dearest Clint,

I’m so sorry that I cannot do this in person, but you’re in prison and I’ll be frozen by the time Steve gets you out. Loki is looking for the red book, the one that Zemo used to activate Bucky as the Winter Soldier. I’m 90% certain that my words are on those pages too. What I’m not sure of is who I will become when those words are said. Since it means I’ll be who Hydra wanted, I can’t imagine anyone would enjoy finding out. That’s why I’m going into cryo, because I can’t hurt anyone if I’m frozen. I decided it was the best course of action...and I know you’re thinking that I would never hurt anyone, but you have never been more wrong. I’ve been remembering things and I know that I have killed. I killed two SHIELD agents when I was a child and I killed a man just a few days ago. Who knows what else is hiding in my head?

I’m sorry to send the ring back like this, but it’s what you deserve. I never should have said ‘yes’. It was selfish of me. I wanted my happy ending so much that I lied...to myself and to you. But I’ve been pretending for so long and I can’t anymore. I can’t keep putting up this facade for you. I kissed Sgt. Barnes. He saw the real me, those parts that I’ve been hiding from you and something about that drove me to break your trust. You deserve better. You deserve the woman you thought I was.

Despite it all, I love you. Be well.

Cassandra Campbell (R.Q)

Clint crushed the letter in his hand, anger almost palpable in the small space. “Let me get this straight,” he snapped as he stood, stomping up to Steve as the others stared on in confusion. “While I was in prison for helping you, your buddy made out with my fiancée and then one of you convinced her to freeze herself, leaving her completely defenseless when Loki showed up to get her in the supposedly impenetrable fortress that is Wakanda?”

Steve looked up at the ceiling. “It was Bucky’s idea to go into cryo...and he isn’t the only one that she kissed,” he finished quietly.

Clint’s fist smashed into Steve’s left cheekbone, groaning as he pulled away cradling his hand. “Worth it!”

“You kissed her back?” Sam asked, as Scott tried to not look impressed and Wanda made no effort to hide her judgment of Cap.

“I…” Steve rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “She...I didn’t know she kissed Bucky first and...she did say she was breaking up with you, Clint, and...I didn’t know if I was ever going to see her again. I’m sorry, Clint.”

“I know what you are thinking and she is not,” Wanda practically growled at Scott. “I could feel your judgment. You don’t know her like I do, like we do. She isn’t promiscuous.”

“Oh, really? ‘Cause, I mean...evidence to the contrary, Wanda. How many other guys does a woman have to kiss before she gets labeled a slut?”

“Shut the fuck up, Lang,” Clint growled.

Scott rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay. Get angry with me.”

“So what are we gonna do about Loki taking her?” Sam asked.

“We’re going to go to the U.S. and we’ll go from there. Coulson gave me the location of an old SHIELD black site where we can hang our hats. We’ll search for them from there,” Steve responded.

“Screw that,” Clint snapped. “I’m going home. You can find me on the farm.”

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Clint stood in the barn, launching arrows into a target made of hay. He was furious. He was dismayed. He was taking it out on the wall behind his target.

“What’d that wall ever do to you?”

Clint turned to the voice, immediately dropping the bow and bounding for the small blonde woman. “How’d you get away from Loki?!” he asked, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight.

“I fought back,” she answered. “Did you expect anything less of me?”

He pulled back, eyeing her warily as a feeling of unease settled in his chest. “You...you wrote me a letter. You said Loki was looking for your trigger words. It’s the whole reason you let yourself be frozen. You didn’t want him to let out the sleeper-”

“You think Loki’s controlling me?” she asked, incredulously. She scoffed. “He’s just an alien without his fancy scepter. I’m a super soldier.”

Clint drove his fist into her jaw and stepped back into a fighting stance. “You might be, but Cassie hates being called that. You’re Joanna again,” he accused.

She smirked as she straightened, her tongue darting out to lick at her busted lip. “Actually, Clint, I prefer ‘Cassie’. Joanna Schmidt is an obvious Nick Fury construct. It evokes uncomfortable feelings and images of the noseless abomination my father became.” She wiped at the blood leaking from her lip. “Cassie, though, that gives off a feeling of hope and love. It evokes images of a young woman crying over a holiday dinner because she finally has a family to share Christmas dinner with.”

She sighed and shook her head. “I was afraid you were going to be a problem. That you were going to see the change, recognize.” She hummed sadly. “Sad. I was praying to fool you.”

“You could never fool me,” Clint spat out.

“Because you love me,” she finished for him. “You, the man who watched through a scope as I tried to piece together some semblance of a normal life. But I couldn’t, could I?” She chuckled ruefully. “Not with Phil’s help. Not even with your help. It’s like I was trying to put together a puzzle with half the pieces gone. Joanna...she was a completely different puzzle, but she was missing the same number of pieces.”

“And you, what, you’re the missing jigsaw pieces?” Clint asked as his hand went to the tactical blade clipped to his belt.

Cassie lurched forward, grabbing the knife from his hand and punching him in the mouth with the handle. “The words are the pieces, you idiot. I’m the big picture, Clint. Pay attention,” she snapped. “I’m the image we’ve been trying to get to but haven’t been able to because we didn’t have the words to trigger the memories. The memories that Hydra and SHIELD decided I’d be better off without!” She kicked Clint in the chest, sending him backward into the barn door. She let out a satisfied sigh as the sound of cracked bones hit her ears.

“Because what good could come from me knowing that I killed my first enemy agents at nine years old?” she asked, with a bitter laugh. “Fury said he was afraid I’d look in the mirror and hate myself but he was terrified that I’d like it...and you know what, Hawk? I don’t.” Her smile faltered for a moment as a nauseated look took her face. “I don’t like it...but it feels right to be me. The ‘me’ I was bred to be.”

Clint coughed painfully and moved to sit up against the barn door. “This isn’t you. This is Loki.”

“Loki has nothing to do with this! I sent him packing a week ago! He wanted nothing to do with Hydra and since I am the future of Hydra, I sent his ass back to Asgard.” She squatted down in front of him, a sincere sadness gracing her pale features. “I knew this was going to be difficult for you to understand, Clint. Even before Loki made me...complete, I knew you’d hate this. I knew you’d hate me if I became this.”

Clint glared at her. “We won’t let you-”

“I know,” she interrupted softly. She nodded as she stood. “All of you would fight tooth and nail to get me back to being the person you think I should be. You’d send me off to SHIELD to be erased again. So, I guess I’ll just have to kill you all.”

Clint’s lip twitched into a sneer. “Harder villains have tried.”

“You’re right, they have...and we’ve overcome them all, but...see, Zemo had the right idea and he did half of the work for me.” She ran her hand through her hair and licked her lips. “The Avengers are strong because we work well to balance each other’s faults. The powered and the nonpowered, tacticians and geniuses and just plain strong heroes...but right now, we’re fractured. Those of that signed can come and go as we please and the rest of you, fugitives, you’re scattered. I heard Scott is even on house arrest. Are the rest of you even in contact with each other?” She shook her head. “I’ll have marched through the hidden Avengers before you all realize the rest of your team is gone...and then I’ll take the Compound.”

“You’ll never make it through all of us,” he groaned. “Even separately.”

“See, you forget, Clint, that I’ve known you all for quite a while now, so...I know your pressure points. I know your buttons, Clint. Like I know that just mentioning Bucky makes Steve stop in his tracks.” She smiled cruelly as Clint swallowed heavily. “I wish I could have been there to see his face when the Winter Soldier showed up at Fury’s old black site.”

“You didn’t,” Clint whispered.

She chuckled. “Of course I did. Why would I leave such a powerful Hydra asset on ice?”

“Why would you send him after Steve?”

“Why wouldn’t I? He’s Steve’s weak spot. I would be a fool to not use him. Especially since I know Soldat’s trigger phases. It’s the only Russian I know. Strucker taught me a long time ago. Did you know that Winter Soldier was supposed to be my right hand man when I came of age? When they put me at the head of Hydra, Bucky was going to be standing next to me.” Cassie examined the knife in her hand and smiled sadly. “I remember that now. I’m finally the person I was created to be, Hawk. I know you can’t be happy for me about that and...if it’s any consolation, killing you is really gonna hurt my feelings.”

A shock went through her as something hit her back but it didn’t put Cassie down. She turned to the redheaded intruder with rage in her eyes, then forced a tight smile. “Natasha! How unexpected. I didn’t think you’d be here. Did you know she was coming, babe?” she asked, stomping her booted heel down onto Clint’s hand.

“Steve sent me,” Natasha said, hand resting on the stingers on her wrist.

“Really?” Cassie growled.

“Bucky showed up at Steve’s new base and tried to kill him. Luckily, Sam was there. They were able to subdue him. When he came back to himself, he told them you sent him. He was adamant it wasn’t your fault though, so Steve called in to get you some help.”

“And you’re just here to stall until the help gets here, right?” Cassie rolled her tongue along the inside of her cheek and scoffed. “Let me guess...my help comes in the form of Phil’s Zephyr 1, which will take me to Fury to be erased again.” She shook her head as she twisted her heel until she heard the crunch of Clint’s bones. Her lips twitched, attempting a smile as Clint screamed. “Someone’s not drawing a bowstring anytime soon. Something to remember me by, Hawk, since I won’t be able to.”

“It’s better this way,” Natasha said, matter-of-factly.

Cassie took her foot off of the archer’s hand and squared herself off with the Russian. “Says you. You’re not the one who has to walk around with a giant hole in your personality. You aren’t the one who gets to feel wrong every day and not know why.”

Clint cradled his broken left hand in his right and stood with a wince. “You don’t even like yourself like this!” he argued.

“I hit a wall, Clint,” she growled through clenched teeth. “I couldn’t deal with fighting myself anymore. Since Sokovia I’ve been trying to convince myself that this isn’t who I am, that remembering wouldn’t change me, but it did. I changed...and when I woke up, when Loki said those words, everything clicked. Who I really am flooded into me...so I let myself finally drown.”

“What, you’re tired so you just stop fighting? What happened to the strong woman I wanted to marry?” Clint snapped.

“She died in Africa,” Cassie snapped, looking from Natasha to Clint to the barn door to the hayloft. “About the time she killed a warlord and threatened to drown a little boy in the blood of his friends.” She bent her knees and vaulted herself over Natasha, landing on the ladder before jumping to the loft. “I can’t let you take me back, sorry.” She started toward the hayloft door but stopped in her tracks when an arrow hit her right thigh.

“Barney! What the fuck? You shot my-” Clint yelled as Cassie pulled the arrow from the soft flesh of her leg.

She turned and flung the arrow at the tall ginger man, who grabbed the arrow from the air. “What? You can’t shoot her so I did.”

“Barney Barton! Nice to finally meet you!” she said with sarcastic enthusiasm. “Unfortunately, I can’t stick around. You understand, I’m sure,” she said before jumping out the loft door.

Barney handed the arrow shaft to Clint’s good hand. “Great taste in women, bro.”

“That wasn’t Cassie,” Clint defended as Barney walked out the door. He threw the tracer-arrow shaft to the ground and followed.

“Yes, it was,” Natasha said, pulling up a map on her tablet and watching the retreating dot.

“How can you say that, Nat? You know Cass. You know she’s not-”

“Clint, I know what you wanna hear, but I can’t say it.” Natasha shrugged. “She was one person with those memories gone, but she is someone different when she has them.”

“Yeah, okay, but...you remember your-”

“And I fought to become someone better than what they made me in the Red Room,” she interrupted, following the Bartons across the field to the farmhouse. “Cassie doesn’t wanna fight so unless we can get her to Coulson to get those memories erased, your fiancee is gone.”

“Do you even want her back, Clint? Bitch just broke your hand.” Barney threw the bow on the porch swing as he walked through the door. “I mean, even if you got her back to being...what’s her name? ‘Red Queen’. Even if you get rid of the homicidal tendencies the Nazis gave her, she tried to kill you. It’s gonna change how you see her, how all of you treat her.”

“And we won’t be able to tell her why,” Natasha added.

“What does that matter? How many times have you tried to kill me, Barn? Nat was trying to kill me when we met!” Clint exploded.

“Different,” Barney said, pulling a beer out of the fridge with one hand and grabbing an ice pack from the freezer with the other. “This is the chick you said hadn’t ever killed anyone, right? That actively avoided doing more than incapacitating the bad guys, ‘cause her dad was a huge dick?”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Now we all know that’s not true, don’t we?”

“You don’t seem too surprised by that, Natasha,” Clint said suspiciously as he put the ice pack over the back of his hand.

“I read the file. The Projekt Kind file. I knew she killed the agents in ‘99 before she did,” Natasha said, sighing as the signal on the tracer dulled. “She’s blocking the transmitter.”

“She’s a scientist,” Clint growled. “I coulda told you a tracker wasn’t going to work.”

“Shut up, man. I had to try something.” Barney popped open his beer and took a drink. “At least you know which direction was heading and she’ll have to pull whatever’s dampening it eventually to cut out the chip.”

“If we even want to find her,” Natasha reiterated.

“Of course we do! What kind of-”

“Exactly what memories do we take, Clint?” Nat asked, calmly. “Just her childhood or do we take her memories of the things that made her start remembering? Do we take away Loki’s second attack? Do we take Austria? What about Wanda? Where do we stop?”

“Wherever we need to to get her back!” Clint’s hand reflexively started to clench, causing him to hiss in pain.

“But if we take everything, she’ll barely know you. She’ll still be terrified of Steve. She will be drowning in a bottle of whiskey and pining for Phil, who kinda still loves her and is currently very unattached.”

“Coulson wouldn’t.”

Natasha shrugged. “Man’s lonely. His last girlfriend was shot and bled out in his arms. He might.”

“And she’d have no memory of playing Avenger with you,” Barney said from behind his beer can.

“Why don’t you just turn the new Cassie?” Laura suggested as she entered the kitchen and all eyes fell on her. “I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to listen in, but Cassie’s a friend.”

“It’s not that simple, Lore. She’s gone over to Hydra. It’s not like we can just convince her to come be an Avenger again.”

“Also, Avengers are less a thing now,” Natasha finished.

“She loves you, Clint. You know she does.”

“She woulda been really sad about killing you, right?” Barney set the can on the counter and turned to his wife. “She may not be fixable.”

“But...you just bring her in, help her,” Laura argued. “She doesn’t have to be bad just because she was made to do some things when she was Hydra...right?”

Clint looked between Barney and Natasha. He sighed loudly as he heard the sound of a Quinjet landing in the yard.

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What Is This Feeling: Chapter 9

Fem!9th Doctor x Male!Rose Tyler

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The last time we saw our dynamic duo they had picked up a stray from Utah. Adele was only with them for one adventure, before she almost got them killed. She also got an information port embedded into her forehead which is a big taboo. You never try and change the future or past in a dramatic way. So, the Doctor once again had to save the day. Needless to say, Adele was dumped back off at her place once they were out of danger.

Ross and the Doctor were currently relaxing in the control room throwing around ideas on which place they should explore next. The Doctor was sitting on the jumper rolling a ball between her hands.

"How about the planet of Junifer? It's really beautiful this time of year. They have one of the best flower festivals in the universe," she suggested with a smile.

Ross shook his head. He seemed really off this morning. She had asked him earlier if anything was the matter. He had denied that something was wrong. The Doctor left it at that assuming he had wanted his space. However, this was the fifth place that he had rejected.

"Alright. Is there any place that you're wanting to go to," she asked.

"Well… there is one place I've been thinking a lot about. Well it's more of a time rather than a place," He started. "I want to meet my dad. Peter Alan Tyler. The greatest man in the world. Born 15th September 1954. My mum would always take out a photo album and start telling me about him. I wasn't old enough to remember him. He died on 1987, 7th of November. It was the day that Stuart Hoskins and Sarah Clarke got married. That what mum always said. So I was thinking, could we, could we go and see my dad when he was alive," he said somberly.

"Where's this come from, all of a sudden," she furrowed her brows at him.

"All right then, if we can't, if it goes against the laws of time or something, then never mind, just leave it," he mumbled as he began to absentmindedly touch knobs on the TARDIS's console.

The Doctor furrowed her brows as she studied her favorite pink and yellow human. This was a simple adventure. There's nothing wrong with Ross wanted to see his dad alive. She was just a bit worried how Ross would take in the event. Humans seem to be much more emotional than Time Lords.

"No, I can do anything. I'm just worried about you," she gazed at her companion with concerned eyes.

"I want to see him," Ross confirmed.

"Your wish is my command," The Doctor smiled. "But be careful what you wish for."

The Time Lord hopped up onto her feet and began her dance around the console, hitting buttons, twisting knobs, pulling levers. This console is originally meant for at least 8 Time Lords to operate her. It was miracle the Doctor was able to do it by herself. Although she has had many years of practice under her belt now.

The pair arrived just in time for the wedding ceremony. They didn't want to be noticed to much in case people came asking questions, so they sat in the back pew. It wasn't very formal. Jackie didn't even wear a white dress. She was in a baby pink pencil skirt with a matching blouse and blazer. As she walked down the aisle towards Peter she seemed to be a mixture of happiness, nerves, and dare she say doubt. Peter, on the other hand, was all nerves.

"Repeat after me. I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Angela Suzette Prentice…" The officiant spoke.

"I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Angela Suzanne…" Everyone's eyes grew large with the mix up. Peter tried to correct himself but dug himself an even further hole. "Suzanne Anita…"

"That wasn't even remotely close," The Doctor thought. "I never thought I would say this, but poor Jackie. This bloke must have been sneaking around behind her back. And yet she still wants to marry him."

All eyes were on Jackie now, awaiting her response. "Oh, just carry on. It's good enough for Lady Di."

The Doctor grinned. Of course, it was such a Jackie response.

"I thought he's be taller," Ross whispered.

After the ceremony, they snuck out before the newly bride and groom could make their rounds greeting all of their guests and thanking them. They were back in the TARDIS once again.

"Well that was fun, wasn't it?" the Doctor grinned as she practically skipped around the console. She had hoped this would make her little human feel a little bit better. She hated it when he was feeling down.

Ross moved towards the Doctor slow and hesitantly. He still wore a frown on his face. His eyes were trained on the ground.

"I- I remember mum telling me that no one was there. When he died that is. It was a hit and run driver. Never found out who. He was dead when the ambulance got there," Ross finally looked up and met the Doctor's gaze. "I want to be that someone."

The Time Lord of course gave in. "November the 7th?"

"1987," he finished.

The Doctor flipped some switches and the Time Rotor once again started up. Once they landed the TARDIS parked herself between a telephone junction box and a road sign by Park Railings. They stepped outside to the sound of Never Can Say Goodbye playing off in the distance. The Doctor took a deep breath in and looked around.

"It's so weird. The day my father died. I thought I'd be all grim and stormy. It's just an ordinary day," Ross softly spoke and also gazed around.

"The past is another country. 1987's just the Isle of Wight," she looked at her companion. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah," he quickly replied and nodded his head. He also threw the Doctor a reassured smile.

"Alright then. Off we go," she spoke with a smile before walking off.

A few blocks away Ross stopped and stared at a road with minor disbelief.

"This is it. Jordan Road. He was late. He'd been getting a wedding present, a vase." He started to choke up a little bit. "Mum always said, 'that stupid vase'."

Just then a car rounded the corner. It was Peter.

Ross continued narrating the scene unfolding before them.

"He got out of his car…" The car pulled up to the curb. "And crossed the road…" He watched with slight horror. "Oh God, this is it."

The Doctor wrapped Ross's hand with hers and held it as Peter got out of his car. She wanted to comfort Ross that was the only subtle way she could do it.

The two watched in silence. As Peter got out he was instantly hit but the driver. Ross shut his eyes during the impact. The car zoomed away leaving Peter and the vase lying broken in the street. The Doctor turned to Ross.

"Go to him. Quick."

Ross stood there frozen in horror. Tears formed in his eyes as he watched his father slow die in the street.

"I can't…" he softly whispered.

Once the Doctor realized that he was in shock and not going to his father's aid, she slowly steered him away. The went around the corner and sat on the ground with their backs against the brick wall. The Doctor held Ross's hand slowly running her thumb over the back of it comfortingly until Ross snapped out of his daze. The ambulances sirens could be heard arriving.

"It's too late now. By the time the ambulance got there, he was dead." Ross looked at the Doctor sorrowfully, with tears running down his cheeks. It pained the Doctor to see him like this. "He can't die alone. Can I try again?"

She caved once more to please her little human.

The Doctor and Ross hide behind the corner to see themselves waiting by the curbside.

"Right, that's the first you and me. It's a very bad idea, two sets of us being here at the same time. Just be careful they don't see us. Wait till she leads him off, then go to your dad," the Doctor informed him. Peter got out of his car.

"Oh God, this is it," Past Ross said.

"I can't do this," Present Ross spoke, slightly panicked.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, but this is the last time that we can be here," the Doctor told him.

Ross suddenly sprinted towards Peter as he was getting out of his car.

"Ross! No!" The Doctor yelled.

Ross wrapped his arms around his father and threw both of them off to the side of the road out of the way of the driver. The previous Doctor and Ross disappeared. Oh, no no no! This was not good!

The doctor didn't notice Peter pointing at her. She was too busy seething. Stupid, Stupid humans! This was all a ploy, wasn't it? Have her take him back just so he could save his father's life! Was he planning this all along? Buddy on up to her and then convince her to take him here. It's no bloody wonder he hoped on in the TARDIS as soon as he said that it could travel back in time.

The Doctor hadn't said a single word the entire way to the Tyler's flat. Even once they were inside and Peter started to yammer on about some invention. The Doctor waited until she was alone with Ross in the living room. Her arms were folded across her chest and she leaned against the door frame. She watched Ross analyzing the place and continue to speak about unimportant things in the apartment like his father's bowling trophy of health drinks. The Doctor could honestly care less and glared at Ross completely cross.

"'Kay, look, I'll tell him you're not my girlfriend," he said thinking that's why she was so annoyed. How could this daft human no understand the entirety of this situation?! How could he? He was just a stupid little human.

"When we met, I said travel with me in space. You said no. Then I said time machine," she spoke trying to cover the hurt in her voice.

"It wasn't some big plan. I just saw it happening and I thought…I can stop it," Ross defended himself.

The Doctor gave herself a sad smile. "I did it again. I picked another stupid ape. I should've known. It's not about showing you the universe. It never is. It's about the universe doing something for you."

"So it's okay when you go to other times, and you save people's lives, but not when it's me saving my dad-"

"I know what I'm doing! You don't!" She cut him off. "Two sets of us being there made that a very vulnerable point," she tried to explain.

"But he's alive!"

"My ENTIRE planet died. My family! Do you think it never occurred to me to go back and save them?"

"But it's not like I've changed history. Not much. I mean he's never going to be a world leader. He's not going to start World War Three or anything," he tried to rationalize.

"Ross, there's a man alive in the world who wasn't alive before. An ordinary man. That's the most important thing in creation. The whole world's different because he's alive," she kept trying to explain to him.

"What, would you rather him dead?"

"I'm not saying that," she shook her head in annoyance.

"No, I get it! For once you're not the most important person in my life," he told her full of bitter.

This struck a pain in her chest. She, at one point, was the most important person in Ross Tyler's life. Above Mickey, her mum, everyone. And now she wasn't. It hurt so much. It angers her that it hurts so much. Why does she feel this way? Why did she have to form feelings for this ape? She should know by now that they all hurt her. They all leave her in the end. Why did she think that this one was any different?

"Let's see how you get on without me, then. Give me the key." She held her hand out. "The TARDIS key. If I'm so insignificant, give it me back," It truly pained her to say these words, but she put up her cool, stony look so he couldn't see what he had done to her.

"Alright then, I will," he said and placed the key into her hand.

"You got what you wanted, so that's goodbye then," she spoke coolly, before turning around and began to leave.

"You don't scare me," he cut her off and stood in front of her. "I know how sad you are. You'll be back in a minute, or you'll hang around outside the Tardis waiting for me. And I'll make you wait a long time," he yelled after her.

She quickly left the flat. She didn't want him to see a truly sad she was. Her pace was quick as she walked down the sidewalk towards the TARDIS. Hot tears were forming in her eyes. She angrily wiped them away. Why was she crying over a stupid ape? She very rarely cried, and she was not going to start crying over Ross!

The TARDIS was in sight. Just as she reached it a cold wind blew past right. She felt as if something was watching her. She looked up towards the sky to find nothing there. She shook her head as she unlocked the door and started to push open the door. That familiar hum and warm was gone. Throwing the doors open she found that the inside of the TARDIS was gone! Now it was just an ordinary telephone booth. She must have been too busy arguing with Ross and feeling sorry for herself that she didn't notice the connection to her old friend had disappeared. This was not good! Everyone was in trouble.

"Ross!" She yelled before sprinting off towards the church the wedding was being held at. The flat would be empty by the time she got there. An old church might actually be the best place to be in a situation like this. She ran as fast as she could. She just hoped that she would make it in time.

As she turned the corner leading to the church she saw Ross standing on the side walk along with the bride, bridesmaids, Peter, and more. They all are in immediate danger.

"Ross!" Ross turned around and smiled knowingly at the Doctor assuming she came back because she missed him. "Get in the church!" She yelled. Ross's smile fell.

Just then they both looked into the sky to see a large creature with bat-like wings appear. It was very devilish looking. The reaper hissed and started to swoop in on Ross. He cried out in fear as it almost latched its talons onto him. The Doctor quickly took action and pushed them both onto the ground and out of the reaper's grab.

"Get in the church," she said once again, to everyone.

The ground quickly headed for the church only to be stopped at the inside of the gates when another reaper appeared. The Doctor put herself in front of the other's ready to distract the beast if need be.

"Oh, my God. What are they? What are they," one woman cried.

"Inside," the Doctor kept yelling trying to coral them in.

"Sarah," the groom yelled for his bride-to-be and stepped outside.

"Stay in there," the Doctor yells at him.

One man, the father of the groom, took in the situation and decided to try and escape. The reapers pounce on him before he could even get a few feet away. Another one appears in the bride's path and she just screams at it, scaring it away. It decided to take that vicar as its next victim. This gave the group some time to make it safely into the church.

Once inside the Doctor began to survey the area making sure they the reapers couldn't get in. Their screeches rang loudly outside of the church.

"They can't get in. Old windows and doors. Okay. The older something is, the stronger it is. What else?" Her mind was racing a million miles a second. She had to make sure they couldn't get in. At least for the time being so she could figure out how to get them out of this mess. "Go and check the other doors! Move!" She cried out orders like the true warrior that she once was.

As the Doctor began to move around Jackie followed. "What's Happening? What are they? What are they," Jackie asked.

"There's been an accident in time. A wound in time. They're like bacteria, taking advantage," she informed her as the Doctor began checking other doors and windows.

"What do you mean, time? What're you jabbering on about, time?" Jackie snarked back, like always.

"Oh, I might've known you'd argue. Jackie, I'm sick of you complaining," the Doctor rolled her eyes.

"How do you know my name," Jackie demanded.

"I haven't got time for this-" the Doctor was cut off by Jackie once more.

"I've never met you in my life," Jackie exclaimed.

"No, and you never will unless I sort this out. Now, if you don't mind, I've waited a long time to say this. Jackie Tyler, do as I say. Go and check the doors," she ordered the woman.

Jackie was shocked to finally be yelled back at. She quickly nodded her head and replied with a 'Yes Ma'am' before running off to check the doors and windows.

"I should have done that ages ago," she laughed.

The groom walked over to the Doctor. "My dad was out there."

"You can mourn him later. Right now, we need to concentrate on keeping ourselves alive,'" the Doctor told him.

"My dad had-"

"There's nothing that I can do for him," she told him firmly.

"No, but he had this phone thing. I can't get it to work. I keep getting this voice." He passed to phone to the Doctor. She put it up to her ear and listened.

"Watson, come here. I need you," it said. The Doctor smiled.

"That's the very first phone call. Alexander Graham Bell. I don't think the telephone's going to be much use," she passed it back to him.

"But someone must have called the police," he said.

"Police can't help you now. No one can. Nothing in this universe can harm those things. Time's been damaged and they've come to sterilize the wound. By consuming everything inside," she explained to everyone. Her eyes locked with Ross who was standing in front of her.

"Is this because… is this my fault?" He asked. The Doctor didn't answer as she stepped around him.

She was still really made at him, so she decided to go off and work rather than say something she might regret later. The Time Lord strode up to the front of the church and began to use her sonic to bolt the doors down. Just was she was doing so the bride and groom approached her.

"Excuse me, Miss," the groom said.

"Doctor," she corrected him.

"You seem to know what's going on," he stated.

"I give that impression, yeah," she said not removing her eyes from her work. In reality she really had no idea how she was going to get them out of this situation.

"I just wanted to ask-" he was cut off by his fiancée.

"Can you save us," she asked abruptly.

This made the Doctor stop her work and turn towards the couple.

"Who are you two, then," she asked, look at them both up and down.

"Stuart Hoskins," the groom said.

"Sarah Clarke," the bride followed.

The Doctor's eyes strayed onto Sarah's slightly protruding stomach.

"And one extra. Boy or a girl?" She asked.

Sarah looked down at her stomach and smiled while caressing it, "I don't know. I don't want to know, really."

"How did all this get started," the Doctor cocked her head, and asked curiously.

"Outside the beatbox club, two in the morning," Stuart grinned at Sarah.

"Street corner," Sarah added with a laugh. "I lost my purse, didn't have money for a taxi."

"I took her home," he said happily.

"Then what? Ask her for a date," the Doctor laughed.

"Wrote his number on the back of my hand," Sarah confirmed.

"Never got rid of her since," he grinned. " My dad said-" he trailed off with a frown.

"I don't know what this is all about, and I know we're not important-" Sarah began sadly.

"Who said you're not important? I've travelled to all sorts of places, done things you couldn't even imagine, but you two. Street corner, two in the morning, getting a taxi home. I've never had a life like that. Yes. I'll try and save you." The Time Lord smiled at the pair.

Suddenly Jackie began to call her over. As she walked over to the blonde she began to prepare for another lecture of some sort. She was surprised when Jackie asked if she could watch baby Ross while she went and looked for Peter and little Mickey. She of course obliged. Little Ross looked up at her and began to smile. This made the Doctor's heart soar. Even though she was still a little ticked at her Ross, she had no reason to be angry with this little one. He was even as cute as his current Ross.

She sat down beside him and offered him to play with her fingers a she smiled down. She began to talk to him knowing very well that he would not understand her. However, the present Ross approaching them would.

"Now, Ross you're not going to bring about the end of the world, are you? Are you?" She gave a sideways glance to Ross. "Jackie gave her to me to look after. How times change."

Ross gave a small laugh. "I'd better be careful. I think I just imprinted myself on Mickey like a mother chicken."

He began to lean in close to the baby. The Doctor put her hand on his chest to stop him.

"No. Don't touch the baby. You're both the same person. That's a paradox, and we don't want a paradox happening, not with these things outside. Anything new, any disturbance in time makes them stronger. The paradox might let them in," she informed him.

"I can't do anything right, can I," he mumbled dejected.

The Doctor looked at him and frowned. She knew he was hurting, but he needed to learn from his mistake. If he wanted to continue to travel with her then he can't make stupid and dangerous mistakes like this again.

"Since you asked, no! So, Don't. Touch. The baby." She emphasized every word so he would understand.

"I'm not stupid," he glared at her.

"You could have fooled me," she shot back. Ross looked away, sad and a little angry. She knew that she had to be the one to cave first and fix this bitterness between them. She really hated it when they were like this. "Alright, I'm sorry. I wasn't really going to leave you on your own."

"I know," he looked at her with apologetic eyes.

"But between you and me, I haven't got a plan. No idea. No way out," she confessed.

"You'll think of something. You always do."

"The entire Earth's been sterilized. This, and other places like it, are all that's left of the human race. We might hold out for a while, but nothing can stop those creatures. They'll get through in the end. The walls aren't that old. And there's nothing I can do to stop them. There used to be laws stopping this kind of thing from happening. My people would have stopped this. But they're all gone. And now I'm going the same way."

"If I'd just realized…" he began.

"Just… tell me you're sorry," she looked at him.

"I am. I'm sorry," and he meant it.

The Doctor reached out and placed a hand on his cheek. Ross held onto it with his hand and leaned into the touch. The Time Lord grinned at him and the both fell into a hug. Ross leaned back with a small jolt.

"Have you got something hot," he asked. He reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the TARDIS key. It was scolding hot which made him quickly toss it to the ground.

"It's the TARDIS key," she grinned and quickly took off her leather jacket to pick up the flowing key. "It's telling me it's still connected to the TARDIS. Everyone! I have an announcement!" She ran up to the back of the church and faced the entire crowd. "The inside of my ship was thrown out of the wound but we can use this to bring it back. And once I've got my ship back, then I can mend everything. Now, I just need a bit of power. Has anybody got a battery?"

Stuart quickly grabbed his dad's phone and passed it to the Doctor.

"Fantatic!" She grinned. She took the battery and began to charge it up with her sonic. Once it was ready she placed the key where the door would be and it held in place. The TARDIS slowly began to materialize around it. "Right, no one touches that key. Have you got that? Don't touch it. Anyone touches that key, it'll be, well, zap. Just leave it be and everything will be fine. We'll get out of here. All of us. Stuart, Sarah you're going to get married, just like I said." She grinned at the couple.

Afterwards there was nothing much to do except wait. Ross and the Doctor sat in one of the back pews with Peter in the one directly behind them. Ross leaned towards the Doctor and began to speak softly.

"When time gets sorted out-" he began.

"Everybody here forgets what happened. And don't worry, the thing that you changed will stay changed," she finished his thought.

"You mean I'll still be alive, though I'm meant to be dead. That's why I haven't done anything with my life, why I didn't mean anything," Peter started from behind them.

"It doesn't work like that," the Doctor said.

"Rubbish. I'm so useless I couldn't even die properly. Now it's my fault all of this has happened," Peter said with a frown.

"This is my fault," Ross reassured him.

"No, mate. I'm your dad. It's my job for it to be my fault," Peter stated.

The Doctor got up and shook her head in frustration. Of course, Ross told him.

"Her dad? How are you her dad? How old were you, twelve? Oh, that's disgusting," Jackie said, overhearing the entire conversation.

"Jacks, listen. This is Ross," he tried to explain.

"Ross? How sick is that? You give my son a second-hand name? How many are there? Do you call them all Ross," Jackie yelled defensively.

"Oh, for God's sake, look! It's the same Ross," Peter said taking baby Ross out of Jackie's hands and place him into Ross's hands.

"Ross! No!" The Doctor yelled, but it was too late. She grabbed the baby and placed him back into Jackie's arms.

Just then a reaper formed inside the church causing panic. "Everyone! Behind me!" They all ran behind the Doctor as she held her arms out in a sad attempt to protect them all. She stared up at the creature with fear in her eyes. "I'm the oldest thing in here."

Within a blink of an eye the reaper flew towards her. There was a second of pain. Then darkness.

The Doctor woke up on the ground where she was attacked completely unharmed. She felt her body and did a quick once over. She was fine, and was not regenerate. While getting up on her feet the first thought to cross her mind was to find Ross. As she stepped outside she began to observe the situation. Peter was lying in the middle of the road once again with a broken vase. He must have sacrificed himself to set everything right. She walked up next to Ross.

"Go to him. Quick," she told him.

With that bit of encouragement, he ran off to be with his father during his final moments. The Doctor finally approached the scene once I was over. She held put her hand for Ross to take. He did, and the two walked hand in hand back to the TARDIS for some much needed down time before their next adventure.

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