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[ink-and-blood-goddess]

The Gental Giant Part II Preview

Suddenly you heard a loud banging noise coming from somewhere, jolting you out of your deep sleep. The sudden noise nearly made you jump out of bed, making your heart race in the process.

Quickly, you looked over at your alarm clock. 2:28 AM. You let out a very deep sigh, as you threw off the blankets and got out of bed. The banging grew louder and louder as you came out of your bedroom. It was coming from your apartment door.

Who the fuck would be banging on your door at this hour? At this point, you felt very cautious at who was at your door. Slowly, you tipped toed over to the door to look through the peephole.

Nobody there. This is very strange, even to you. Without thinking, you raised your hand up and began to unlock the deadbolts. You left the chain in place, for safety purposes whenever you’ve opened the door.

Slowly, you began opening the door a little bit. Light from the hallway came in through the crack of the doorway as you opened it. Before you could look through to see who it was, something heavy and fast crashed into it with you still behind.

You flew backwards and crashed into the end table next to the couch. A searing white, hot pain surged through your whole body as you felt broken shards of glass against your back. A tall dark shape stood over you, breathing heavily.

“Finally found you bitch,” the voice said. It sounded very familiar, but you couldn’t place it. As you tried to stand up on your two feet, something small and sharp jabbed straight into your upper arm near the shoulder. You gave out a small cry.

Lifting your other hand up, you touched the mysterious object and sent a shock through your whole body. It was a small syringe. You took it out quickly and tossed it across the room. All of a sudden, your whole body began to go numb.

Then you fell back to the floor and landed on your side. Whatever was injected into you, it worked very fast to knock you out like a light. The shadow figure walked over to you, grabbed your ankles, and started to drag you across the floor.

You felt the broken shards of glass dig deeper into your skin as you were dragged across the hardwood floor. Like tiny needles being pushed deeper and deeper into you. Every inch was getting weaker and weaker.

Without warning, you were thrown from the floor and onto something smooth and soft. You quickly found it was your bed. You were dragged into your bedroom, but for what reason? Your vision began to blur, losing focus on the figure.

“Finally,” the figure spoke, “after two fucking whole weeks, I’ve found you at last. It took awhile, but it was fucking worth it.” The voice said with so much glee. It sounded proud of itself. You started drifting away a bit, but you stayed awake. Both eyes fluttering open and closed. 

Suddenly, you felt something sit down at the edge of your bed pulling you down almost. “I don’t know if you still remember me. It feels like forever, but it’s only been two weeks.” the voice said. You felt cold and rough fingers run up and down your neck gently. Then you felt a gloved hand grab ahold of your neck and began choking you.

The figure laughed in a sinister, playful way as you felt your airway being crushed. It felt very familiar. Then your memory started to rush back from that night. The night that it happened. It was the one that caught you before you could get away safely.

Charlie. The younger brother. The one that was about to get even with you after you pepper sprayed his older brother Terry in the eyes to let you go. He was going to do something worse to you, until showed up and stopped them both in time.

This time is different. This time, Bane won’t come and rescue you for the second time. You felt your heart stop a couple of times when that thought kept on racing through your mind. Then you felt a rush of air return to your breathless throat. Feeling his hand leave your poor neck alone.

You began coughing and hacking as the air rushed back into your lungs. Numbness took over your body, as you couldn’t move a muscle. Whatever he stuck you with, really worked fast. It felt like you were floating on thin air. Floating freely in a way.

 “Do you remember Terry,” he continued on, “my older brother?” He asked with a serious tone in his voice. Since you couldn’t move much of your body, you slightly nodded your head yes. “Good. He’s dead, because of you.” He was getting more angry now.

Dead? How and when did this happen? All thoughts went straight to Bane. Bane nearly snapped the guy’s neck in two like a toothpick, the way he was holding him. But, is that possible to happen?

“If you thinking it was your lord and savior Bane that killed my brother. No, it wasn’t him. Do you know what really happened to him,” his voice was getting more and more serious now. Still not being able to move, you shook your head no back and forth slowly.

“After we got back to the group, our Commander was fucking pissed off for coming back all beat up and empty handed. When the both of us told him about Bane, he got so fucking scared. Anybody that crosses paths with him is a fucking goner. Both my brother and I tried to explain, but he wouldn’t hear us out. We were kicked out. Nobody stuck up for us either. Soon after, we were left to fend for ourselves in the desolate streets of this fucking city. We had no shelter, no food, and no place to sleep. He died days later, because of his injuries. Because of you, I watched my own flesh and blood painfully die in the streets and not in our shelter.”

All of a sudden, you were struck across the face with a big blow and you gave out a sharp cry. “I WATCHED MY OWN BROTHER DIE AND IT’S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT YOU BITCH,” he yelled staright in your face, as you could smell alcohol from his foul breath. Tears began to stream down your face now. A sharp pain began to form on your face where you were struck.

“Now,” he went back to a normal tone, “now, this is where I get even with you.” You felt him on top of you now, crawling over your limp body. “Forget eye for an eye. I’m going to do something much worse to you and you won’t escape me this time.”

He bent himself down and whispered something into your ear. The words cut deep as shock went through your whole body. You began sobbing softly and uncontrollably, as you clutched onto the bed sheets.

“I’ve made it much easier for myself by sedating you, so that you don’t fight me and run off  like last time,” he said as he lifted himself off of your body. You felt him grab ahold of your sweatpants and began pulling them down your legs slowly.

A cold shiver went down your spin as you felt his hands run up and down your bare legs. He was going to violate you and your body. You continued to sob, with tears blurring your vision now.

He got off the bed once again and stood at the foot of it. “Don’t you worry. Once I’m done with you, you’re going to be my property and nobody else’s.” He said as he started to unbuckle his pants.

When he was distracted with what he was doing, there was the sound of heavy footsteps. The same sound you heard that night and it was followed by heavy, raspy breathing. Your heart began to race as that sound became all too familiar with. 

Your vision was blurring out from the tears, as a hulking, dark figure stood at the door frame of your bedroom. You couldn’t make a sound, as your mouth gaped open like a fish. Slowly, he stepped through the threshold of the doorway and behind the man that was going to violate you.

As he was about to pull his pants down, the dark figure grabbed him from behind and wrapped his large arms and hands around the man’s neck and face. He began to struggle as he tried to pry himself free from the figure’s harsh grasp.

“What have I told you little mouse,” he said through his mask, wrapping his large hands around his face, “about meeting again like this.” The sound of bone crunching broke through the silence and then there was a loud snap, as his head was twisted backwards. Soon after, the body dropped to the floor like a child’s rag doll.

“Now, see what you made me do. I did something unpleasant,” his voice began to fade away as the sedative took over the rest of your body, knocking you out finally. Darkness now covered your eyes.

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Finally. Here's the preview of part II for The Gentle Giant. I was originally going to do it over the holidays, but visiting family and work kept me busy for a while.

So, part II is going to take much longer to write out since I still need to play catch up with other requests.

However, my inbox is back open for a limited time for Valentine's Day prompt requests which I will link below. If you want to make a request for something else, please do so. January 28th is going to be the last day for requests until I reopen my inbox for the next character list.

Valentin's Day Characters and Prompts

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[mlmxreader]

Public Toilets | Bane x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ anonymous asked: May I please give you a request to use the following prompts for big tiddy Bane X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader:

“You need to let go, and to have some fun” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bane isn't keen on things like clubbing and being in public, he gets tense and worked up... but luckily, you know just to calm him down

: ̗̀➛ spit as lube, anal sex, swearing, Masturbation, anal fingering, public sex, Daddy kink, praise kink

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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The underground club scene was alive and well within Gotham; villains mingled with heroes and both danced and drank with the everyday Joe who needed to let loose after work. It didn't matter who they were. The club scene had something for everyone; harsh and loud dance music, even harsher and louder metal.

Everything in between. You weren't really sure how you managed to drag Bane along with you, given his distaste for public appearances when he was a more than wanted man, and you couldn't really blame him.

But he was there with you, keeping his heavy hand on your shoulder to make sure you didn't get separated from each other; heavily breathing through his mask as the heat started to get to him a little more than he first expected.

But you were so keen, he couldn't deny you. Bane could never tell you no when you wanted something, always bowing to a flash of the puppy dog eyes, or the slight whimper in your voice. Bane could never say no to you, even if he tried.

But he was tense, and you couldn't help but to notice as you dragged him into one of the toilet cubicles, your hands on his chest as he stood against the door.

"Bane?"

"Mm."

You tilted your head to the side slightly, raising your brows. "You alright?"

He shrugged, he didn't want to ruin your night and he wanted to at least try and have fun. "I'm fine, little one."

"You're tense," you pointed out, hands on his arms as you gently squeezed the thick muscles. "You need to let go, and to have some fun - trust me, yeah?"

He nodded slowly. "Always, little one."

Slowly, you guided him around until he sat on the toilet with his legs spread; you eyed his lap hungrily, licking your lips before you swallowed thickly and dropped to your knees between his legs.

His breath hitched, and he growled out a soft huff of your name under his breath; he resisted the urge to cup your jaw in his hand and force his thumb between your lips.

"What are you thinking?"

You grinned, looking at his crotch for a moment. "I was thinking I might know a way to help you relax."

"And what do you suggest?"

"Well, there's two options," you told him. "Either, you could fuck me, or you could fuck my mouth."

Bane grumbled under his breath. "I want you on my lap, little one."

You nodded, getting up off of your knees and dropping your trousers; Bane followed suit, sitting back down and giving his cock a good hard few strokes as he took in the sight of your body.

Watching as you copied him and started touching yourself. He got you to spit on his hand so he could make his cock a little more slick; you did it again as you started to finger your ass.

Bane was entranced, and when you told him that you were ready, he almost sprang to his feet.

"Are you still up for it?" He asked with a soft growl.

You nodded eagerly, bracing yourself against the door. "More than."

Slowly, Bane thrust into you, making you moan loudly; his hand went to your mouth, covering it so nobody could hear as he started to rock his hips against you, losing himself a little in how you pushed back against him.

Fuck. You felt so good.

He was so big, and so thick, you thought he was going to tear you open but you didn't want him to stop; he was still gentle, though, grunting softly in your ear as he pressed his cold mask to your skin.

Shivering, you moaned loudly against his hand, closing your eyes tightly. Fuck. With the added risk of getting caught so easily, you couldn't deny that you knew you wouldn't last long; frantically and desperately trying to fuck yourself against his cock.

Far from the usual talkative sex that you usually had. No, this was just pure lust.

"You're being so good," Bane grunted out quietly. "So, so good for me, little one."

"Daddy…" you murmured, rolling your hips. Your ass clenching around him and only spurring him on even more. "Please… fuck."

Bane's eyes rolled into the back of his head for a second, nearly letting go of your mouth in the process; but he was quick to come back to his senses, steadying himself with a hand on your hip as he rammed into you and started to thrust harder and faster.

Your muffled moans and begs for him to keep going only made him try and go as hard and fast as he possibly could. Wanting nothing more than to make you cum and to fill your ass with his own.

Fuck. The thought of stuffing you with his cum made him growl as he let go of your hip, focusing his attention on touching you instead.

"I wanna cum," you whimpered against his hand.

"When you're ready, little one," he told you firmly. "When you want to."

You nodded, losing yourself in the thrusting and the soft praises for a moment before you finally felt it happen; freezing up for a second as you gasped his name. Pleasure washing over you as your toes curled and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Oh, fuck.

It only made Bane's resolve crumble as he finally came in you; he kept fucking you, not caring as he stuffed as much of it into you as he could. Claiming you completely. Fuck. Oh, fuck.

Bane kept going until he could feel himself soften, clearing his throat as he sat down for a moment and used the toilet paper to clean his cock; he stole a look at you, admiring his masterpiece.

"You know," he mused. "I really do feel a lot less tense."

You were still bracing yourself against the door, grinning as you panted heavily, trying to catch your breath; your legs were shaking, but you could nod as you laughed softly. "That's alright, then."

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[dauntless-gothamite]

Master of Shadows [2/?]

Fandom: DC (Nolanverse; Batman Comics) Pairing: Bane x Fem! Reader Summary: You are a tailor that works for Oswald Cobblepot, also known as the Penguin, who tasks you with making clothes for the abnormally large man who has recently arrived in Gotham, Bane. While working with Bane, you see an opportunity to escape the Penguin, something you have wanted for years, and if you play your cards right, you may just gain your freedom and bond with the handsome man in the mask along the way.   A/N: this is aggressively unedited and kind of short but I am eager to keep the story moving :) please let me know what you think!!

Warnings: intentional violence towards reader (not from Bane)

You step out of the changing room, satisfied with your appearance. You’ve changed into a bra that works with the plunging neckline of the dress to reveal a bit of cleavage, and the cinched waist of the dress hugs your body tightly. The pearls sewn into the dress aren’t too heavy; they actually give the dress a satisfying weight to it and they give you the perfect opportunity to wear drop-down pearl earrings that have two white pearls and one black pearl in the middle. While getting changed, you had applied some dark grey eyeshadow to your eyelids, which looks good with the dress. Lastly, you have some black heeled ankle boots that just peek out from the bottom of the dress. “Well?” you ask, twirling.

“Excellent, now let’s go,” Bane says, hardly sparing you a glance. Barsad offers you a smile and offers his arm to you, which you take as you make your way down the stairs once more. You spare a glance at the Penguin’s office door as you walk past it and down another flight of stairs but keep moving without saying anything. Hopefully he is too distracted by either work or Eddie to notice the already faint sounds of you moving about the attic have faded completely. 

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A short while later, you’re standing in Wayne Manor with Barsad, champagne flute in hand and a smile plastered on your face. Before coming here, Bane had said he had other things to deal with, and while you had figured he wouldn’t be at the party, it was another thing entirely to be there alone with Barsad, who you felt you knew even less about than Bane. Barsad proves to be nice enough, if a bit awkward at times, and you often lead him through the crowd so as to avoid the wrong people–being the talented tailor that you are, you had made clothing for some of the richest people in Gotham and have a good understanding of the social dynamics in the room. Just as Bruce Wayne himself makes an entrance, Barsad leans in and whispers in your ear, “Time to go.” You frown but don’t protest and follow him out of the manor and down the long driveway, where a car waits for the both of you. Barsad opens the door for you, and you’re a little disappointed to see Bane isn’t there. As he gets in after you Barsad smirks and says, “Don’t worry, you’ll see the boss in a couple days when he drops by to check on your progress. He always follows up on his projects.” You scowl at that and Barsad laughs, and you think maybe, for the first time in years, you’ve made a friend. 

The car stops outside the Iceberg Lounge, and you know this is where you part ways with Barsad and face the consequences of leaving without permission. “I had fun tonight,” you admit as you get out of the car. “See you around,” you add, closing the door as Barsad waves and the car takes off. 

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You walk the short distance from the Iceberg Lounge to Oswald Cobblepot’s more private residence, where he greets you at the door rather than having an assistant do it, and you know things are likely worse than you’d thought. 

“Sir,” you greet, looking at the floor. 

Cobblepot says nothing at first, only slaps you hard right across the face. You hold in the yelp that almost escapes your mouth and look the man in the eyes. “Foolish, ungrateful girl,” he scolds. “Have you any idea what you being seen with Bane and his men could mean for me?” You shake your head as he shoves you against the wall. “It could mean my already fragile alliance with Maroni could shatter! But you don’t care about that, do you, you selfish bitch!” You so badly want to talk back and say you didn’t know, but you know that would only lead to more pain, so you keep quiet. “Back up to the attic, now,” Cobblepot orders. With a nod, you turn to go, but he grabs your arm tightly, and then slides his hand down to yours. Taking your hand, he looks you dead in the eye and snaps your pinky finger in half, causing you to scream. “You don’t really need that one to sew…and if anyone comes looking for you because they saw you tonight, it’s the whole hand, you hear me?” he threatens. Unshed tears line your eyes; you don’t let them fall until he has released your arm and you’re up the stairs in the attic alone. 

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The next morning, your broken finger wrapped tightly against the one next to it in some extra tulle from your supply, you look through the fabric samples you have stored in the attic, pulling a few options for Bane’s coat and setting them on the table nearby. Lying before you are squares of leather, shear-lined denim and suede, twill, and more. Wincing, you try to ignore the pain in your hand as you open up your notebook to look at the notes you had written down the day before when there is a knock at your door. “Come in,” you call, expecting one of Oswald’s assistants to have a delivery for you; they always come by in the morning. Much to your surprise, Bane walks through the door instead. 

“Oh! Hi Bane,” you greet, feeling even smaller next to him than you did yesterday. “I haven’t started on your coat yet, but I was just looking though some fabric samples-” you start, unsure what else to say. He stops you though, reaching for your bandaged hand. 

“What happened here?” he asks, turning your smaller hand over to examine it. 

“Oh, you know, I just…” you trail off. 

“You just what?” Bane pushes, and you look up at him nervously. 

“Well, I’m just not supposed to go out.” 

“For your safety?” he asks, his body already more tense than it was a moment ago. 

“In part,” you mutter. “Can we not talk about it?” you ask, shifting his attention to the fabrics laid out before you. 

“For now,” the large man concedes, and you exhale in relief. 

“So for the coat, I have a few fabrics here, thicker ones to account for the weather, but I wasn’t sure about your color preference, but if you want it lined with something for warmth that limits the options-” you start, unstacking the fabric squares. 

“I like this one,” he says, leaning over your shoulder and pointing to a dark brown suede shearling square of fabric.

“You can touch it,” you say, and as he leans forward to pick it up, his chest presses against your back lightly, comfortably. In an instant, the touch is gone. 

“This one will be very good,” Bane says, handing the square back to you. “I will see you later,” he says before leaving you alone in the attic, uncertain of what exactly had just happened. 

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[inkmonster21]

Darkness

Bane x OC

Part 1 enjoy

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(Y/n) had known Bruce Wayne since the day she was born. Her parents held her close in the pink baby blanket as Martha Wayne and her son Bruce strolled into the large hospital room. Martha had a large pink bag in her hands while Bruce hung onto the bundle of balloons tightly. "There she is, Bruce!" Martha Wayne beams at the newborn in her friend's arms. "She's so small," Bruce says as he stands on his tiptoes to see Lily. "May I hold her?" Bruce's eyes grew as he stared at the newborn. He smiles at her in his arms. His heart grew in size to make room for this new life. "If I can't have a sister, then I'm claiming you." The adults laughed at the 3-year-old. Bruce rang true to his word. The two of them are inseparable. At one particular gathering, Bruce was holding the child’s finger, as she took large steps, only learning to walk a month ago. "Careful, (y/n)." He warns as the two children maneuver through the crowd. Martha beams as she watches her son be so caring for the toddler. "He's a better nanny than the one we have."

Year after year (y/n) grew and Bruce was there every step of the way. He was at every dance recital, school play, and spelling bee, he even promised to be her escort to her formal.

(Y/n) parents had such an impression on the city of Gotham. For a while, it held. Her parents were really in love and he was a great father. There are several memories where (y/n) can recall where her father had been caring. However, it seems things always turn rotten in the city of Gotham.

Lily Richards noticed a shift in their family dynamics when she came home from school one day. The young lady waltzed into the kitchen only to stop in her tracks. Frozen in fear. "You say one more thing and I'll-" her father seethed at her mother, holding her by the hair. He had only stopped when their daughter appeared. If the empty bottles of whiskey weren't enough of a clue, his breath was a dead giveaway. He had made drinking a habit and it had now taken a toll on the once proud man. "Mom?" (Y/n) stared into her mother's eyes, tears threatening to spill. "Go to your fucking room." Her father demanded, slurring his words. Her mother nodded quickly. Lily ran up to her room and locked the door. She was terrified. All she could hear was her father's screaming insults and lies. Glass crashed on the floor and her mothers wept loudly.

(Y/n) prayed every time it occurred that it would be the last time, but it never was. Her father kept drinking and abusing her mother. For years her mother had to endure the pain. Nothing in the world made (y/n) more angry than her father. Just the sight of the man would make her bones shake with fury. Her mother deserved better.

On the night of her 21st birthday, Bruce was kind enough to host a party for her. "All smiles! It's the Princess's birthday!" Bruce yells as (y/n) blows out the candles on the large cake. It was a wonderful, lavish party. "Only the best for (y/n)," Bruce said time and time again.

"You didn't need to do this, Bruce. You know I would've been happy with a cupcake at midnight." "oh I know, but this is 21. I had to do something big. Plus I had to give you one big memory before I leave." (Y/n) furrows her brow at her friend. "Leave? Where are you going?" Bruce stays silent for a moment. She had known his internal battle. He struggled with Gotham. When his parents were murdered, she was the one who was able to make him smile. Only a mere 5 years old but (y/n) was able to comfort Bruce.

"You know I have to go." "I thought you were joking about this whole thing. Bruce, you can't leave." He shakes his head, "I made my decision, (y/n). I have to. I have to find some type of assurance." (Y/n) wrapped her arms around him, her oldest friend. "Promise me you'll be careful." Bruce hums with a smile. "You know better than that."

Alfred drives (y/n) home that night. "Say hello to your parents for me, Miss (y/n), and a very happy birthday." Before (y/n) closes the door she smiles at Alfred lovingly. He had always been such a caring person. "Thank you, Alfred." (Y/n) opens the door to the large mansion. Stepping a foot inside the parlor, she could smell the blood. "You... fucking... bitch... I know... YOU TOOK THEM!" Her father slams his fist down upon his wife's face. Her unmoving body lay on the ground under him. (Y/n) felt the familiar rage consume her. She ran over to her father, pushing him off of her mother. "Oh my god." (Y/n) covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. "What did you do?" Her mother's face was beaten to oblivion. She lay on the floor completely unrecognizable. "She took them. I know she fucking did." She looked at her father. His eyes were wide and bloodshot and his mouth was drooling. He was clearly on another drug binge. He points his finger at his daughter, his limbs shaking. "You." He starts to crawl towards her. "You took them. DIDN'T YOU?"

(Y/n) was shaking in fear. Her father had just beaten her mother to death, and now he was after her. "What? No, I don't know what-" he pounced at her, dragging her ankles towards him. "WHERE'D YOU PUT THEM?" He sneered at her with rage. (Y/n) was crying, and screaming. Surely the neighbors could hear. Her father slapped her across the face once, and then again, he started pounding on her, just like he did to her mother moments ago. In a moment of freedom, (y/n) was able to grasp an object. One of the many on the floor. A large glass award her father had been bestowed upon. The most respected man of the year. Oh, the irony.

She whacked him on the side of the head causing him to roll off of her. She got to her knees and brought the heavy glass award down upon his head again. She couldn't stop. Screaming as she brought it down again, his head now mush, much like her mother's face.

Something in her broke. The final bit of innocence she had was separated from her soul as she saved herself. Darkness was taking over her heart, mind, and soul.

"GCPD! Stop right now!" (Y/n) turned around. The blinding light being shined in her eyes brought her back. Her arms dropped to her sides. Everything was in slow motion, two officers charged at her, pulling her arms behind her back and into cuffs. They hauled her into the GCPD. She was a sight for sure. Her face was wet with tears, streaks of makeup down her cheeks, her hands coated in the blood of her father, and surprisingly a soft grin on her face.

(Y/n) (L/n) was the talk of Gotham. The trail ran on for months. Lawyers fought for (y/n), Alfred Pennyworth even taking the stand to defend Lily's character. He claimed Bruce Wayne would do the same if he were here. However, with the impact her father had in the city, and the caring friendships her mother shared, (y/n) didn't stand a chance. She was viewed as the villain.

(Y/n) was sentenced for her mother and father's murder. Gotham claimed she was pure evil. Locking her up in the woman's correctional facility. There she remained for 7 years. Until her good friend came back to town.

"(Y/n)! Get your shit! You're going home." She sat up quickly, almost not believing what she heard. "Well, looks like it's your lucky day." Her cellmate, Selina Kyle hummed from the top bunk. "Stay out of trouble, Selina." Selina winked as the bars closed between the two.

The large gate opens revealing none other than Bruce Wayne. "What are you doing here?" She runs into his outstretched arms. "Well, when I found out you were in prison I figured I'd sign off on some things. You're on house arrest by the way. Only six months." Bruce dangles the ankle bracelet in front of her. "You don't... believe it?" Bruce opened her car door. "Not a word of it. Neither does Alfred. He knew what your father was like behind closed doors, (y/n). It's time for you to have the life you deserve."

Even if she was accused of her parent's murders she was still the holder of all of the assets when they passed. The house, the money, it was all hers. (Y/n) was determined to get a job. Even if she didn’t need the money, she wanted to be a regular citizen of Gotham. It was difficult to even find somewhere to hire her. Any large company in the city wouldn't dare allow her on. She was the crazy rich girl who killed her parents! It was an answered prayer that a tiny coffee shop hired her no questions asked! It took time, but Gotham gossip became too large to hang onto the tale of that murderous brat, (y/n). Gotham having dealt with people like Johnathan Crane and The Joker made her small tale look insignificant.

John Blake came one morning to get a coffee. Blake had recognized (y/n). Yet he didn't shy away. He found her beautiful and her fierce personality addictive. He had always been a caring individual. He could help heal the rest of her if he tried. If she would let him.

"Me?" She looked dumbfounded when the young police officer asked her on a date. "Yeah. I was thinking 8 o'clock?" "Um, sure." She couldn't hide the smile that crept upon her face.

It was at this time her dear friend, Bruce Wayne had revealed himself as the masked hero Batman. "You're joking!" She punches his chest. "You're not him." He stays silent, only staring at her with a smirk. "Seriously?" Bruce stands, and walks to the piano, hitting three different notes before entering a hidden path behind the bookcase. "Holy smokes, Batman."

Rachel and Harvey were abducted and placed into two separate locations. Bruce wasn't able to save Rachel. That killed him. He not only felt responsible, but he lost the woman he loved. Batman took the fall for the murder of Harvey Dent. Bruce then retired and locked himself in the west wing, and hasn't spoken to (y/n) since. That was 8 years ago.

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@buttercup32sstuff LOOKIE what I found.

I thought it was deleted.

BUT IT WASN'T!

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[buckyalpine]

40s Sergeant Barnes with a nurse and a Sergeant kink (and breeding and house wife kink, virginity loss). This was supposed to be a pure smutty drabble but then I got in my feelings and added some fluff and angst but I promise Bucky is still a dirty, nasty little fuck in this. Just with a sweeter ending. The one he deserves.

Listen just imagine what a cute, sexy menace Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes would be just waking up from an injury when his eyes flutter open to the pretty nurse he’s been eyeing from the day he started. You’re not a shy, dainty little thing, nope. Not at all.

You bark out orders like a drill Sergeant and one glare from you is all it takes to get everyone in line and on task without a second thought. Even his superiors are scared of you, biting their tongue when you stitch them up and send them on their way before running off to your next patient.

Bucky was in love.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he rasps, throwing you a charming smirk while you roll your eyes in response, shaking your head. "How'd I get so lucky, got a my little angel tendin' to me"

“I see your injury hasn’t stopped hurt that mouth of yours Sergeant" You quirk an eyebrow while he playfully huffs as you change the dressing covering a gash on his abdomen. You swab the area clean and he doesn't flinch even though you know it must burn like hell, his muscles tensed while he continues to watch you with heart eyes. "Now you know I'm not your little angel, I got 20 other men to fix up, you better be out of this bed as soon as you're all healed up"

“C’mon sugar, you're breakin' my heart" Bucky gives you a little pout with those perfect lips and you catch the twinkle in his eye as he looks over your form with complete admiration. He loved your sassy, take no shit attitude and it's taking everything in him to calm himself down so he doesn't get a hard on right there in front of you.

"You'd tell that to a cat with three legs if it was in a nurses outfit" You try your best to not give into his flirty comments and puppy eyes, knowing damn well he's a heart breaker but he makes it so difficult when he continues to woo you with his boyish charm.

He can't help but chase after you; catching the way your eyes always dart around with anxiety when his group returns from an operation, relief flooding them when you finally spot him. He loves your indifferent attitude, patting him down to make sure he's uninjured but your furrowed brows and the tiny pout on your lips give away that you're worried.

How can he just let you go. Every time you check over him, he needs you closer.

So much closer.

-

"Ms. y/l/n, Sergeant Barnes is requesting you in his tent, he says it's urgent"

You shake your head looking over at the time, quietly making your way over to the tent he's stationed at, thankful that a number of troops were sleeping so you wouldn't be seen as you quickly slip inside.

“And what hurts now” you sass with your hands on your hips seeing the soldier in perfect health, doing your best to assess him without letting him know.

"Always checkin' over me" Bucky chuckles, seeing what you're doing; his words making your cheeks heat up, "Knew you cared about me sugar"

"Well what am I doin' here" You give him an unconvincing huff, struggling to keep your voice steady, refusing to meet his eyes, keeping your gaze on his silver dog tags instead. It doesn't help that he's handsome as hell with a light dusting of scruff covering his cheeks. Bucky's never seen you flustered before and it evokes something in him, all the blood in his body rushing south seeing your fingers twitch.

All he wanted to do was kiss you but now-

“Help your Sergeant out doll” He whispers, taking another step forward till his chest brushes against yours, his hand coming to tilt your chin up, "Will you?"

You gasp feeling his hardness press against your thigh, your heart fluttering wildly as his thumb traces your lips, any semblance of control you had slipping away feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Y-yes Sergeant Barnes”

His lips press against yours, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the way his body was screaming for him to pick you up and toss you onto his cot.

"Sweet like sugar" He lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you flush against his body while your arms drape on top of his shoulders. You stand on your toes chasing more of his lips and he chuckles at the needy whine you let out when he pulls away for air.

Now let's say your first night together was actually quite tame. He kisses you again and you swoon when he repeatedly checks in with you before going any further. His hand slips under your skirt, letting his fingers toy with places no on else has touched. With each night, he needs you more and more until he can't hold off any longer and neither can you.

-

You sneak into his tent and this time he doesn't hesitate to undress you completely, not when he needs you bare with nothing separating you both. You feel your heart race as he lies on top of you, draping a thin sheet over himself when you shiver at the chill night air. You feel his body heat instantly warm you up, his heavy cock resting between your soaked folds.

"Are you sure, sugar?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your skin.

"Please Sergeant" You whisper and the way you say his title makes his cock twitch. There's something so different about you when you're in his bed, a sweet little bunny giving herself to him completely. It drives him feral with a need to make you feel good, make you cry for his cock and his cock only, to keep you nice and full of him.

You don't look twice at anyone else and here you are completely naked in his tent with your tight little virgin cunt, your legs spread open so he can put his dick in you; there was no way he was ever going to let you go.

"You tell me if it's too much, alright?" His lips tickle your neck as kisses your skin while rubbing his heavy cock through your folds, coating it in your slick, "Breathe for me"

He slips his tags into your mouth as he starts to press in, the initial sting making you bite down hard onto the metal feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. You whine at the way he stretches you open, your thighs squeezing around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Shhh, that's it love, doin' so good for me so good for your Sergeant, look how you're takin' all of me baby" He looks down to where you're both connected as he continues to slowly push himself in till hes fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, slipping his tags out of your lips and letting his tongue lace with yours instead, his balls already throbbing with how tightly you were squeezing his cock.

"Please-Sergeant" your heels press into his ass desperate for him to move, gasping when he starts to slowly roll his hips, barely pulling out.

"I got you love-don't worry" Bucky moves as slowly as he could not wanting to hurt you, taking just as much care of you as you had with him countless of times.

But he can only keep up at that pace for so long. Your muffled whines and moans don't help the way his mind is already spiraling. His pretty little nurse all spread out just for him, taking his raw, bare cock in her soaking pussy, squeezing him so tight, he was only a few strokes from cumming.

If it were up to him he would've proposed on the spot, thinking about making love to you on your wedding night, seeing you all shy and sweet wrapped up in soft white lace. If you were his wife, he'd take you apart every which way, not giving a fuck about traditions, taking you right on the dining room table.

You'd be the prettiest little thing for him to come home to, such a good wife all dirty just for her husband. Only he'd know the way your mouth would slobber all over his cock like your life depended on it. The way you'd moan at the taste of his cum. Bucky's eyes rolled back at the thought of you with nothing but some heels and a string of pearls he'd put around your neck while he stuffed you with cum and emptied his balls in you.

"S-Sergeant-I-oh god" You whimpered feeling his cock grow harder, your pussy pulling him right back in, feeling the coil low in your belly pull tighter and tighter as he hit that spot.

Meanwhile Bucky's jaw clenched as he felt his balls pull tight to his body, the tip leaking steadily in your pussy. His mind spiraled into places he didn't think would exist before he met you, rogue thoughts he only entertained when he had his dick in his hand. The harder he fucked you the more he thought about how gorgeous you'd look with a swollen belly.

Fuck, imagine if he got you pregnant right then and there. That nurses uniform would no longer fit you. Everyone would know he knocked you up, your perfectly round tummy carrying Sergeant James Barnes' baby, breasts heavy with milk, God, he wasn't going to last-

“Gonna let your Sergeant pump you full of cum?” He pants, letting his hands grip onto your hips like his life depends on it, the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.

“Yes!!” You sob, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your cries down while he continues to fuck you into oblivion. You don't understand how such filth can spew from that pink, pouty little mouth of his. "Please-please-need-youI-I'm gonna-"

"M'yours sweet girl, m'all yours, go on, cum for me love, cum on my cock, it's all yours" He gazed into your eyes, cooing at your parted lips and sweat slicked skin. It didn't take long for you to shatter around him his lips smashing against yours to swallow your moans.

"Want your cum Sergeant" You beg , desperate to have him claim you from the inside.

"Oh fuck baby, y-you can't say that, m-gonna, oh fuckkk" Your words throw Bucky right off the edge as he lets out a deep groan stilling his hips and shooting endless ropes of his spend into you. You both lay in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair; his usual kempt brown locks now disheveled .

“Y’know m’gonna marry you” his scruffy cheek nuzzles into your neck as he continues to stay deep inside you as his cock softens, “after all this is over. Gonna put a ring on that finger”

His words send a different wave of emotions over you, feeling more safe than ever, clinging onto him as tightly as possible. You let a whimper slip out and he pulls away from your neck with an expression of concern.

“What is it love” Bucky coos, wiping away the tears that slip you, stroking your cheek while you bite back a sniffle.

“Do you mean it? After this is all over?” You weren't sure what Bucky would want-there was still a war going on. Anything could happen. Perhaps this was just to keep his bed warm. Something to keep him calm, you were just someone to-

"Of course sugar" Bucky presses a firm kiss to your forehead, silencing the thoughts that tried to run wild. "You're mine"

-

And of course he gets his happy ending. Because when it's all over, he gets the ring for the girl he loves. He's on one knee, proposing to you with the sweetest words. He treats you like a princess on your wedding night, making love all night long until the sun is up.

There isn't a surface in the house he's left untouched. Nothing makes him more feral than moaning for his pretty wife, constantly taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock, watching that diamond glint with each stroke.

It doesn't take long for you to feel a little squeamish, knowing all the tell tale signs.

The day you tell him he's going to be a dad is one of the happiest days of his life. There isn't a single night that goes by where he isn't nuzzling his face into your tummy, talking to your little one.

Everything was perfecttt.

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[myfictionaldreams]

Overwhelming // Mafia!Stucky x fem!Reader

Summary: It had been your birthday a few days ago and both Steve and Bucky had made it their mission to give you the most lavish party followed by intense, long nighttime activities. However as you lay in bed on Monday morning, something just didn't feel quite right.

Prompt: How would the boys help Reader through a subdrop?

Requested by: @southern-goth​ (thank you so much for the request! And for the amazing header that I’ve included in your previous request, I love it!)

Tags: sfw, polyamory, subdrop, dom/sub relationship, mentions of rough sex, fluff, hurt/comfort, aftercare (lots!!), soft steve & bucky, crying/anxiety, size difference, pet names, praising, kissing

Words: 2.8k

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The night was filled with restless tossing and turning from the edge of the bed. There was nothing in particular that you could definitely pinpoint as the reason for the unease but you saw every hour of the night.

Even as Bucky’s warm, solid body found yours across the bed, his mind still deep within the sleep world, he still enveloped himself around you. Normally, the strong beat of his heart against your ear, even his natural musk would be enough to make you feel safe and relaxed in your own peaceful sleep.

However as the clock ticked to 04:30 am, all hope was lost for the land of rest and as you found yourself needing to turn in Bucky’s arms once more, the decision was made. Carefully, as to not wake the sleeping gang member, you inched out from underneath his metal arm, gently laying it back down on the bed.

Stretching out your body, you had to refrain from sighing, for no reason in particular. There was a heavy feeling settled through the centre of your chest, making your body feel heavy and weighted, almost making it an effort to even find the energy to stand.

But you pushed yourself to stand, needing to move and shake off whatever feeling had been disturbing your sleep. Deciding to go and make a coffee, you gave one last glance at the two men still sleeping, usually feeling a happy calm at being able to witness them both look so peaceful. However, your gut twisted, a lump forming in your throat that took a moment to pass.

Exiting the bedroom, your steps were slow and dragging along the carpet. Confused as to why you were feeling upset, almost like there was a rain cloud hovering over your head.

Waiting for the coffee to heat, your mind began to wonder, trying to deduce what might be wrong but in reality, you were already aware, it had just never been this impactful before.

It had been your birthday a few days ago, Steve and Bucky had made it their mission to give you the most lavish party however, it was the nighttime activities that might have been the cause for your emotions. Not only were you the centre of attention during the fucking but it had been long, intense, mind-blowing sex that left you begging for more, of which your boyfriends were happy to oblige.

The mental headspace that a session like that gave you felt almost euphoric, nothing could be negative, even falling into a little bit of subspace following it, giving the sensation of floating, like being drunk. Then a couple of hours later with the unbalance of hormones (something Bucky had to explain), it would feel like depression with how low your mood would go as you experienced a subdrop. Luckily you were never far from the boys who regularly checked in on you anyway to give the support you desperately needed.

Concluding that this was the cause for how you were feeling, you should have contemplated waking either one of your boyfriends but the shame seemed to overpower any rational thought. You were your own worst enemy during these subdrops and the added exhaustion that was influencing your body, it was a toxic pair.

Steve and Bucky had made the weekend so incredibly special for you, every moment had a smile permanently stitched to your face so for it all to come crashing down and be this needy, depressed person, you were embarrassed and ashamed. The feeling would pass, and it always did so making the decision to just suck it up and keep it to yourself, they’d already done so much for you.

As you poured the now steaming hot coffee into the cup, you heard the recognisable sound of heavy footsteps approaching from behind and rather than being excited and giddy which was usually your reaction to your boyfriends, the heavy sensation only increased in your chest.

Unbeknownst to Steve, he padded into the kitchen, smiling upon seeing you with fresh coffee. Walking up behind your much shorter body, his hands cupped your hips, gently pulling you back into his muscular build, his handsome face dropping to give a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Good morning baby”, his voice was thick with sleep, croaking slightly. Trying to play along with it, leaning into his warmth, even though you wanted to run away and cry so he couldn’t see.

“Morning”.

As Steve spoke, he manoeuvred around you, finding his own cup to pour coffee into. “You’re up early, how are you feeling this morning?” his question was innocent but it caused your heart to pound.

“I’m fine”, you were thinking coherent thoughts to be able to think of an excuse for being up so early, usually being the last to rise. “How are you? Are you off to the gym?” referring to his attire and it wasn’t like he was travelling far with the homemade gym in the basement.

A subtle frown momentarily crossed over his expression at the monotone way you were answering his questions but he shrugged it away, you would tell him if something was wrong, putting it down to tiredness. “Yeah, need to work off some of the cake from this weekend”, he joked, a twinkle forming in his eye. “After that, I’m all yours”.

“I had you all weekend”, you were quick to take a drink of your coffee, even as it was too hot and slightly scorched your tongue. Steve squinted at you in curiosity, noting your flat tone once more.

“You can have me every second of every day if that makes you happy” he admitted softly, brushing his lips against your forehead. It did make you happy but with the mood you were in, you felt selfish and guilty for this. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m just tired, I might go back to bed”, this was a lie but he seemed to accept it, kissing your cheek once more for comfort and then heading off towards the gym. Finally being on your own, and getting what you wanted it would be an assumption to presume this would make you feel any better but it only made you feel worse. Not realising just how much you were depending on his warmth and the coolness returning to your skin as you sulked into the living room, turning on the TV to a random channel, not paying attention at all.

No, instead you stared into space, holding one of the decorative cushions to your body to try and fill the void that was aching your chest but this of course did nothing. The longer you were awake, the worst you were continuing to feel, emotionally and physically.

It was almost like being hungover, the anxiety that follows a heavy drinking session and the fatigue from the effects of alcohol, except there was no alcohol involved and you were feeling all of these effects just from a hormone imbalance.

As you continued to sit in your pity, Bucky had begun to descend the stairs in joggers and a white shirt, following the noise of the TV to find you sitting on the couch. He didn’t say a single word or notice the off-mood and simply reached your head over the back of the couch, tipping it back to peck your lips.

His touch had caused you to jump slightly having been lost in your thoughts and not heard him approaching but he was already walking into the kitchen, probably to pour his own morning drink, like he did every morning.

As if right on queue, the hulking form of the brunette returned to your eye line, smiling before taking a sip of his black coffee as he sat next to you. “What are you watching, mama?”

The lump had returned to your throat so instead of answering him, you shrugged your shoulders, not even looking at the TV, knuckles adding to the discomfort with how aggressively you held onto the pillow as if it was your lifeline.

Bucky wasn’t stupid, he knew were off the moment he saw you on the sofa, alone. Even without the glazed-over look in your eyes or the tension in your shoulders, he had known you for long enough to know what was going on. Carefully placing his cup onto the small table between the TV and the couch, Bucky sighed in frustration. Not that you were in this situation, but because you hadn’t come to him or Steve, wishing your anxiety would understand that they wanted to help and wouldn’t be annoyed or aggravated by you just simply needing them more than other days.

It was half expected anyway following the weekend, that's why Steve and Bucky had made sure that they were home today rather than in the office, making sure only to be contacted in case of emergency.

Not that this had even crossed your mind at all this morning, in fact, if asked, you couldn’t name what day it was in the week because all that consumed your mind was the hope for Bucky to get up and leave. Hope that he would find something he actually enjoyed doing instead of wasting another hour with you.

Of course, this was ridiculous thinking and if Bucky truly knew what was going through your self-sabotaged thoughts, he would probably sit you down for three hours and rant about how absurd and untrue this was.

“How are you feeling after the birthday weekend, it was slightly intense wasn’t it?” he asked casually, not taking his eyes off you for even a second.

“A bit”, was your only answer.

He continued to try and ask questions, hoping to draw some kind of a reaction of out you to engage just how severe this subdrop was and so far, it wasn’t looking that positive. “Does it hurt anywhere?”

Again, he referred to the activities from the weekend. Your response was half a shake of the head to say no but that was mostly for his benefit, desperate to not have him feeling bad because, in reality, your body was aching. Especially between your legs and upper arms from where they held you in a firm grip. It wasn’t like they hadn’t prepped but they were so much bigger than you, it always felt a little uncomfortable the day after and yesterday, you’d been begging for them to keep going, thriving in the pain mixed with pleasure. However now as the arousal was swept from your body, and feeling as fatigued as you did, it only emphasised the areas that were especially sensitive.

Judging by your demeanour, he contemplated continuing talking to you, to better understand the stand-offish behaviour but with the slight tremble rocking your body, this wasn’t what you needed.

Bucky instead opted to reach for the pillow, attempting to pull it away but you held on tightly, muttering that it was comfortable. The brunette didn’t relent, however, putting a little more strength until the pillow was firmly in his grip and being placed on the table.

Without missing a beat, Bucky was gently pulling on your arms, coaxing you into his lap. Before you could even straddle his hips, you began to sob, the emotions finally overwhelming you.

Grasping his shirt tightly, you cried heavily into Bucky’s t-shirt and he just held you, running his warm hand up and down your spine in slow circles whilst his metal hand rested on the back of your head.

You cried and cried until completely exhausted and only hiccups remained, eyes now sore and Bucky’s t-shirt soaked. Your boyfriend hadn’t asked you any further questions, he didn’t need to, having been right about his theory, Bucky knew you just needed to be close and present with him and Steve once he returned from the gym.

“You’re safe mama, I’ve got you, I’m not going anywhere, I love you”. Bucky repeated these four statements repeatedly, over and over until his mouth was dry and even then continued until his fists loosed the grip of his t-shirt.

“I know you’re going to be feeling some negative emotions right now Doll but I need you to listen to me and believe what I’m saying. We love you, this feeling is going to pass and we’ll be right next to you the entire time.”

Bucky’s words did help to break down that mental barrier but now you were completely exhausted.

“What we are going to do first is go upstairs, I’m going to run you a hot bath then we’ll have some food, maybe have a midday nap, we can watch a movie or play a game. We are going to take today slowly but we’re not leaving your side, not until you’re feeling better, ok?”

With your eyes closed, you were only able to nod against his chest in response. His list of activities sounded perfect, the desire to run away having completely disappeared now which you were thankful for but it was only replaced with the sensation to be cradled to his body. 

Luckily for you, Bucky knew this and was more than happy to mostly carry you up the stairs and into the master bathroom, settling you into the bathtub, and helping to discard your clothes before filling it up with water hot enough to relax your tense muscles. Bucky himself didn’t climb into the bath, instead sat on the floor, stroking his fingers across your head exactly how you liked it, smiling as your furrowed brows relaxed.

You could have fallen asleep right there and then, until Steve’s voice was drifting into your ears as he stood at the bathroom door, sweat dripping from his brow. “Everything ok?”

For the first time that day, you properly looked at Bucky, feeling slightly anxious at the thought of him having to tell Steve about the subdrop. But your boyfriend was quick to swipe away the negativity as he said in a low voice, “Remember what I said downstairs? About the list of activities, we’re doing today? Well Stevie here is going to take my place here and I’ll go and cook us some brunch, how does that sound?”

Surprisingly, the corner of your lips lifted into a subtle smile. Bucky beamed at this, the corner of his eyes creasing with the joy he was displaying before he reached across the kiss the tip of your nose and speak to Steve.

You couldn’t hear what was said but Steve was soon joining you in the bathroom and you sat and watched silently as he took off his gym attire. “Enjoying the view baby?” he asked teasingly before helping you to sit forward, giving him room to sit behind you in the water, eagerly pulling your body back to rest against his. “I love you” he whispered as he held you tightly.

If you weren’t so exhausted, you probably would have cried at even that smallest statement because it was all you wanted to hear.

Turning slightly in his embrace, once again you didn’t feel like talking, even though you wanted to repeat your love to him just as much as you had wanted to with Bucky, the words seemed to fail you. So instead you lay your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat thumping against your ear. Steve understood your intentions, knew these little signs that showed your vulnerability and made sure to tighten his grip slightly, making you feel enclosed more.

Unsure of how much time had passed, Steve eventually had to move the two of you to make sure you were both washed before the water cooled too much. Then once out of the water, he didn’t waste any time helping to dry your body in a large cream towel, dressing you in oversized pyjamas before even starting to care for himself. As the two of you returned downstairs, Bucky announced that brunch was nearly finished and from the smell, it was going to be delicious.

Throughout the entire time, you were attached to either Steve or Bucky, whether that was holding a hand or sitting on either of their laps and they made sure you didn’t do any chores such as washing up. It was important that you rested when feeling this low so straight after finishing the food, they situated into the living room, finding the TV still on from earlier.

You weren’t particularly bothered with whatever movie was selected. No, you were more distracted by the hulky sandwich they’d somehow squashed you into. Your legs were thrown over Steve’s lap, head laying on his shoulder and Bucky was spooning you from behind, it felt like there wasn’t one part of your body that wasn’t touching both of them and you loved it, not even needing a blanket to feel secure in.

Sleep came peacefully now, the ache in your chest having eased after all the comfort you’d been given. Your last thoughts before succumbing fully to sleep were how thankful you were to Steve and Bucky, looking forward to waking up with more energy so you could show them just how much you really loved them.

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[house-strong]

— DRAGONS BANE ʾ ⋆

CHAPTER ONE — arrogance and goodwill.

glossary ; chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six.

summary ; the war of the greens and blacks is almost underway and the great houses of the realm are picking sides. queen alicent needs the reaffirmation that house tyrell, the seat-holders of highgarden and wardens of the west, will not flock to the cause of princess rhaenyra.

pairing ; enemies-to-lovers!aemond targaryen x tyrell!reader

warnings / notes ; aemond is a bully and throws insults at you and it’s your first day! what fun. mentions of war and death. typical canon violence and scheming. reader is often called tyrell-esque nicknames; little flower, sweet flower, etc. p.s - helaena hasn't married aegon yet, i don't think i made that clear.

a fortnight ago, a raven came bearing the mark of a crowned, three-headed dragon.

“the crown summons you, lord randyll of house tyrell and warden of the south, and your esteemed daughter, to king’s landing. we humbly ask for the service of your daughter as a lady-in-waiting to the princess helaena targaryen.”

it was no secret that the dragons caraxes and syrax have been frequenting the skies of the plains of the reach. the crowned heir, rhaenyra targaryen, and her prince consort, have been going back and forth with your lord father. what their conversations were about, you didn’t know, but there was one thing you were sure of; someone was to be married.

the road to king’s landing is one that bored you; the ripening fields of the west had passed by in a blur, endless heaps and fertile hills morphing into vast, simple plains. in the distance, you can make out the faint pinnacles of mountains.

king’s landing is quick to come within sight. with towering red walls and a well-guarded fortress, it caused you and your father to share a look of dismay. the carriage continues through the road, endless arrays of beige and brown buildings taking up the space of the sky. highgarden was a beautiful place, one that surely looked better than this.

the carriage is pulled into the castle walls, where targaryen banners fly proudly in the sky. the roar of a dragon causes you to peek out the window; overhead, a massive shadow of a dragon covers the clouds above king’s landing. within seconds, the beast breaks through the gray-shield and lands somewhere in the distance.

“it’s alright, sweet flower. this’ll all be over soon.”

you want to tell your father that what he says isn’t true. it won’t be over soon. an invitation to king’s landing, one that was a demand rather than a request, did not mean that you would be able to go home so easily. no doubt that they knew your father was in correspondence with the princess rhaenyra.

the convenience and timing of their request was an invitation enough to ignore their letter, turn the parchment to ash and flock to the safety of princess rhaenyra’s wings. though you did have to admit, even her word could not overpower the word of a queen’s.

you want to pull your hair out, claw at your father, and beg him to return to the safety of highgarden. though an honorable man, you knew he would do no such thing. if the royal family wanted the presence of house tyrell, you had no choice but to obey.

the carriage had pulled to a stop and the gentle hand squeeze of reassurance from your father did not do well to quell the feeling of distraught in your stomach. sickness begins to crawl over your skin. nonetheless, as a dutiful daughter, once the carriage doors part and your father exits, you swallow the lump in your throat and take his hand, allowing it to help guide you down.

now standing in front of it, the sheer height and regality of the red keep does not fail to take your breath.

“come, my daughter.” into the dragons den, you thought.

you follow your lord father wordlessly up the steps and into the halls of the red keep. targaryen household guards line almost every entrance, adorned in black and red armor and a shining dragon. you do well to keep directly behind your father, following his long strides with one’s that you tried to equal. soon, his steps slow to a halt and he bows at the presence of another man. you can’t help but notice the pin on his lapel; otto hightower.

“my lord hand,” your father greets. he turns, a smile forming on his face when he makes eye contact with you. he extends his arm out to you, pulling you into view of the hand of the king. “may i introduce my daughter, lady (y/n), the joy of highgarden.”

you allow yourself to curtsy under the watchful gaze of the hand, giving him a small, polite smile despite the uneasiness in your stomach. he seems satisfied by this.

“a beautiful, splitting image of her late mother,” the hand remarks before motioning for you and your father to follow. you both share a look before trailing after the hand. “the king is not feeling very well at this moment, however, the queen and her children have gathered to introduce themselves.”

that mere sentence could not have prepared you for the ginormous double doors that swing open with relative ease, the long hallway of the throne room in full view. what a power play, you thought. four heads are gathered at the base of the iron throne; three bear the famous silver hair of targaryen children and the other has brown, curly locks put into a neat bun. two household guards part the way and one announces your entrance.

“the lord hand of the king and lord randyll tyrell, warden of the west and lord of highgarden. with him, his daughter, the lady (y/n) tyrell.”

still, you and your father follow ser otto and the iron throne becomes closer and closer. you’ve never seen it up close, but the mere light that reflects off it’s twisted and gnarled handles indicate it’s sharpness. what an ugly thing.

you and your father stop at an appropriate distance and are abandoned by the hand. instead, the hand moves to stand by his daughter.

from the silence that settles in the air, you hear, “what a lovely chest she has.”

quiet, but not quiet enough, your eyes shoot toward the speaker and it’s the closest one to the queen mother. you lock eyes and do your best to not make a disgusted face at the way he’s eyeing you - like a predator to its prey. you quickly become uncomfortable. pulling at your dress, you attempt to make yourself small.

then, a concealed sneer falls from the lips of the man farthest from the queen and on the other side of who you assumed was princess helaena. donning an eye patch, he doesn’t hide the small, sly smirk that quirks the corners of his mouth up.

“thank you for traveling all this way, my lord. we are grateful for both your dedication to the crown and your trust with the safety of lady (y/n).” it is now queen alicent who speaks. eloquent words fall from her mouth, one’s that your father happily drinks up. you give him a side eye, watching him converse with the queen mother.

as they talk, your eyes can’t help but gravitate towards the targaryen prince that sneered. with long, silver hair tied back with a leather bound, and dressed in hightower colors, his singular eye returned your stare. unwavering and unblinking, he watches you carefully, almost as if inviting you to a stare down. you grow flustered under his gaze and break eye contact, your eyes drawing themselves to the floor.

introductions had been made, but you didn’t pay attention - something you were sure would come around sooner or late.

“aemond, my son. why don’t you show lady (y/n) around the keep?” the question from his queen mother breaks his trance and he turns his head. aemond was the only one his mother had trusted; aegon was a force too untrustworthy and his sister, well, the queen didn’t want to scare away the lady-in-waiting so soon.

aemond gives a defiant glare and scoffs when he realizes his mother was serious, he says in a low, but not low enough voice, “is that not a job for a steward, or dear helaena herself?” how offensive. you and your father share another look, his brow quirking slightly and begging you to stay silent. who did the prince think he was?

it’s otto hightower who speaks next. it’s hushed, but still audible and commanding, “do as your mother says, aemond.”

aemond grumbles something under his breath that is not audible to you, his head turning as he stares at you once more. you turn to your father and give him a quick hug, placing a delicate, chaste kiss on his cheek.

“bye, my sweet, i’ll see you soon.” another string of words that reaches deaf ears; this felt like another lie. each step you take towards aemond feels closer and closer to a trap waiting to be set off. aemond joins you at the bottom of the steps and disregarding his station and duty as a gentleman, he walks past your extended arm and instead leads the way. wordlessly, you follow without hesitation. behind you, you can hear the squabble between alicent and who you assumed to be aegon.

your hands gather behind your back as you follow aemond’s long strides throughout the keep. his walk has a certain swagger to it, one that screamed arrogance. you decided that, even now, with so little evidence to backup your feelings, that you did not like this.. prince. you quicken your steps to become side-by-side with him. you quietly curse to yourself when you realize you’re on the side that has his eyepatch.

“you are.. aemond targaryen, yes?” you ask, though it seems like your question doesn’t reach his ears. perhaps his ear was damaged in his.. incident? you repeat your question, your words louder than before.

he moves his head obviously and so slowly that it unnerves you, and he blinks his good eye at you, annoyance veiling the once solemn expression he had, “the one and only.” how pretentious. besides the sound of heels and boots clicking against the floor, silence befalls between you two again.

after a moment, “i’ve heard that you ride the ginormous beast.. vhagar, is that true?”

“queen of all the dragons, yes.” if he didn’t make you feel inferior before, then by seven hells, he sure did now. you huff in annoyance and defeat, eyes surveying the castle walls. you two pass what seems to be a courtyard, one that has an open roof where sunlight beams down. a few more paces and you pass a corridor that has stairs leading up, you assume that’s the stairs to one of the royal apartment towers.

“and that’s how you lost–” assuming the subject is touchy, your sentence is quick to be interrupted by the abrupt turn of aemond, who grabs your wrist and faces you with wild vexation in his one eye.

“do not assume that we are to be friends,” he begins, looking down at where his hand met your clothed arm. he releases it as if he was burned by the mere touch. the words that flow freely from his mouth drip with poison. “i do not like you, and i will not like you.”

once his words register in your mind, you’re quick to allow offense take over your mildly shocked expression, then your brows furrow in anger, “have i done something to offend my prince?”

my prince. aemond does little to not show that he despises the title you’ve called him.

“i don’t make friends of oath-breakers,” he sneers. oath-breaker? who, in sevens hells, was an oath-breaker? surely, he didn’t mean you? even if he did, what oath did you break?

“oath-breaker?” you echo loudly, bewilderment replacing the angry scowl on your face. “tell me exactly, my prince, what oath did i break? why do you assume i’m trying to be your friend?”

these questions falter aemond’s facade and he desperately looks for a way out. as a prince, no one dares to question his word. he hadn’t been clever enough to think ahead, less think that you would be defiant against his word, and now being sharply questioned by you, he didn’t know what to say back. too many assumptions and too less of evidence, aemond scowls at you.

“you’re asking me questions as if you want to be my friend.”

you scoff in disbelief, “i’m asking you questions to be cordial, not to be your friend. cordiality seems to be something you lack.” aemond’s eye widens with bafflement, but his face returns to an angry facade.

“do not presume to tell me what i lack,” he spats. the one-eyed prince turns on his heel and walks a few paces away, though, he’s quick to return to you with long strides. “you are here by the graciousness of my queen mother and as a gift to my dear sister, helaena. you will fulfill your duty and leave. until then, we are not friends.”

you throw your hands up and scoff loudly, staring at the prince in anger. perhaps unladylike and unbecoming of a handmaiden to the princess helaena, you roll your eyes.

“fine.”

aemond wants the last word, so he repeats it back with an equal ferocity, “fine.”

with that and an aggressive spin on his heel (the ends of his coat seem to dance in the wind with some sort of rare regality, though you wouldn’t admit that), aemond targaryen abandons you in the courtyard.

“what an imbecile,” you finally say to yourself under your breath.

#aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen fic #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #dragons bane #my writing

[cityofdownwardspirals]

Are you thinking what I am thinking?

Teacher!Alec AU with Single Parent!Magnus

Max and Rafael Bane go to school and see substitute teacher Mr. Lightwood for the first time. Then they have a fight about who is prettier, their dad or Mr. Lightwood. As a tie-breaker, they basically drag their teacher outside when Magnus comes to pick them up so their dad can be the judge of it and tell them if he thinks Mr. Lightwood is pretty. And this is what Magnus is faced with.

#alec lightwood #magnus bane #malec #malec fanfic #my fanfic ideas #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments

[anarchy-n-glitter]

The Good, The Bad, and...

Summary: Lucy and The Ghoul encounter a shadowy figure from his past while on their way to New Vegas. This stranger, nicknamed Red Eyes, is intent on collecting a bounty on The Ghoul as a means to settle a feud between the two after they were betrayed by him. Will Red Eyes succeed, or will they have a change of heart based on their complicated feelings toward the man? (Cooper Howard x OC/reader) Words: 2,941

A/N: I forgot to post chapter 1 of this on here sorry guys. Anyway this is low key a Star Wars AU because as a Cad Bane fan I simply could not help myself so this is technically kind of a follow up to this fic. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

From the Desert Comes a Stranger

“I’ve taken down so many of dese clones over da years…” Her father began in his heavily accented manner, sighing, and pushing his hat back with his pointer finger as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. The red of his irises were somehow muted by the red lenses of the goggles he wore, which made it hard to see the look in his eyes as it was. He quickly dropped to his knees and with a single swipe of his knife he removed something from the clone’s body. She couldn’t quite make out what it was before he pocketed it.

He turned around quickly, pointing his gloved finger up at her. She straightened up.

“Now, Ciella, what ya need to know is…” He handed her the bloodied knife, closing her fingers around the hilt and holding her smaller hand in his. It was one of the only times he made a tender gesture towards her other than the odd hug here and there. 

“Once you figure out one da rest are easy.” She had to wonder what the point of all this was. 

When they arrived on the site - an old, decrepit warehouse with a caved-in roof - her father was quick to corner the clone that now lay dying before them. He tried his best to grab the gun that was strapped to his leg, fumbling with it and managing to point it in her father’s general direction before he was gunned down. Two shots in the chest from the looks of it, shots that left the man (clone) heaving and wheezing on the floor with blank eyes, and she knew that’s what he wanted to happen. If he wanted to shoot the man in the head he would have. He was the fastest shot in the Wasteland, and it would stay that way for many years. 

“Now, I want ya to take dat knife dere and,” He finally stood and moved her closer to the dying man. “Yer gonna have to cut his throat, unless ya want to hear him scream. I’m not against it but it’s best dat we keep him quiet. Don’t want any stragglers comin’ in and takin’ us by surprise.”

Ciella drew in a deep breath as she knelt down beside the man. His blank eyes suddenly held so much emotion, it was a look she’d seen in her own eyes a few times before. Mostly on dark nights in the Jewel as she listened to the way men spoke to her mother… and the way her father spoke to her at times. It was the look she saw in the mirror after she saw how her mama took care of those men - their purple, mangled faces contorted in pain and their eyes bloodshot staring up at her, and their hands clutched around their throats. 

This man was in pain, and he was afraid of dying. 

There was a large tattoo on the side of his face, around his eye. It was a symbol, most likely belonging to whatever faction he belonged to since escaping his vault. From what she overheard her dad discussing, Vault 66 seemed to be defunct, with the clones created within revolting and escaping into the Wasteland. He had been hunting down the clones for the last five years, among other things. She never quite understood why anyone would flee a vault to live on the surface. 

Her father took the respirator off of his face, letting it hang below his chin. She felt more at ease at this, happy to hear his own, unmodified voice walking her through what she was about to do. Her heart was beating fast and felt like it had leapt into her throat. She glanced at the open ceiling and focused on the large, white moon that hung in the deep blue sky. 

Perhaps the sky full of swirling stars would be enough to comfort her.

“When he’s dead, cut off da part of his face with da tattoo and hand it to da Tin-Man. Den we can go home.” He instructed. Ciella hesitated. 

The clone looked at her, stared her down, silently begging her for mercy. He was just a clone, and he was wanted so he must have done something bad, right? She looked back at her dad, who had pushed his goggles up onto his forehead, revealing his bright red eyes staring back at her expectedly. Tufts of navy blue hair peeked out from under his hat and over his goggles and his lips were curved into a small smile. 

He actually looked like a supportive father for the first time in his life.

Ciella made her decision at that moment, and the girl at only eight years old turned around and drove the knife into the clone’s throat. His eyes widened and met her gaze for a moment and she felt her heart drop. He groaned and wheezed, the blood gurgling in his throat as the crimson substance dribbled from the corners of his mouth. A sputtering cough had his blood spraying across her face and she wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or not. She tried not to heave at the disgusting feeling. 

On instinct, she pulled the knife from his throat and drove it back into his flesh. Over and over. A larger, warmer hand wrapped around her wrist and stopped her mid motion. 

“Dere ya go.” Her father smiled wider as pride swelled in his chest. His baby would be a killer, just like he was. “After dis I’ll teach ya everyding I know.” 

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The sun bore down unbearably upon the duo traveling along the Mojave Desert. It had been miles and miles of desert between the Griffith Observatory and the place the Ghoul was certain Lucy’s father was heading. The vaultie was starting to fall behind, clearly tired from the constant moving. It was hard to find shelter all the way out here, and unfortunately for her the Ghoul didn’t feel comfortable stopping out in the open. 

They had traveled through a few settlements at that point, each one growing more and more decrepit and sparse. The people were quieter and hid away in their own corners of the small towns, eyeing the Ghoul and his traveling companion wearily. The whispers and glares of the different townsfolk hardly made for good hospitality, if anything it was that fact that drove him away from each place. Something was happening, someone said something, and he felt it was too risky to stop for a few nights in any of the settlements.

The last place they’d been to was a day’s walk away at this point, and the talk amongst the people in that saloon made him deeply uncomfortable. Then there was the body. 

In the sandy dunes of the last settlement they had been to laid a man with sun kissed skin and snow white hair stained at the temples with red. The poor man had his brains blown out, by who…  well, let’s just say he had a good idea of who it was. It was clear the job was done quickly, the man clearly didn’t see them coming, and the fact the man’s armor and other supplies went untouched raised even more alarm bells. He got them out of there quickly and quietly.

Unfortunately for Lucy, the Ghoul was one-track minded at the moment. His family was out there, he could feel it. There was a reason he kept going for over two hundred years, and he would not let those years of anguish be in vain. 

He would kill anyone who tried to get between them. 

“There’s gotta be somewhere we can stop, right?” Lucy sounded hoarse, tired. He wished he could answer her truthfully. He hadn’t traveled this far into the desert before, and the way the sun seemed to hang so high in the sky for so long made him question whether anyone ventured that far, let alone set up shop. He shrugged.

The dunes seemed to stretch on for miles and miles, with only a few rocky formations on the horizon. A few dried plants littered the ground here and there, somehow finding the strength to grow in such a harsh climate. It was a wonder anything was able to grow and flourish after the bombs. Maybe he should have sent the vaultie to ask for some sort of transport back at the saloon instead of being stubborn like he usually was. 

“Maybe that person’s coming from a settlement down that way?” The Ghoul froze, feeling himself go numb. 

Among the dancing heatwaves stood a dark-clad figure on the horizon. 

They stood still, any discernible features hidden by a wide-brimmed hat and respirator over the figure’s mouth. The wind blew and kicked up dust and whipped the figure’s coat to the side, revealing the large holster against their hip. Their dark attire starkly contrasted with the bright blue sky and pale sand. 

The words of the men in the saloon ran through his mind. 

Someone’s lookin’ for a ghoul just like ya! There was a bounty put out not too long ago, I think it’s been taken offa the board. A lotta caps goin’ for that guy. He considered that a warning at the time. 

Anyway, it looked like the guy who took the bounty was Red Eyes. He had the goggles an’ everything, but we all thought he was dead. 

And Red Eyes was supposed to be dead. He died around five or six years ago. 

The figure in front of him was a ghost. 

Red Eyes stopped a good twenty feet in front of them, standing perfectly still. The wind shifted again and from beneath the wide-brimmed hat came a tuft of navy blue hair that blew in the breeze. The desert was all too quiet now, and it felt like something from one of his old movies. Red Eyes felt like an old western villain, dark and ominous, seemingly a force of nature. He worried the figure wasn’t only after him. 

“Lucy, you should head back.” The Ghoul muttered, putting a hand out to stop her from moving any further. She stared at the figure for a moment, suddenly afraid because of the Ghoul’s reaction. 

“It’s only one person.” She muttered. “Maybe they’re lost?” The Ghoul stayed silent. He would not repeat himself.

Her doe-like eyes flickered to him and she noticed the way his mouth was set in a seemingly permanent frown. His whole body looked stiff, like a cornered animal. She nodded, understanding finally, before turning on her heel to make a run for it. 

The Ghoul watched as the stranger glanced in Lucy’s direction. Red Eyes observed her, seemingly studying her like an unbothered predator eyeing a nearby animal knowing it couldn’t do anything to stop it. He grit his teeth and took a few steps forward, spurs jangling with each stride. 

This was not good. 

“Now I know that fancy getup you got on is not yours.” He began through a false bravado, flashing teeth that used to be a pearly white. It was so easy for him to slip back into a role, something he had been doing this entire time. Yet, this time, he was given the chance to play the good guy. It felt unfamiliar somehow, after all, it had been several years since he’d done such a thing. He was almost grateful for this stranger’s theatrics. “Who might you be? Cause you sure as hell ain’t Red Eyes… he’s dead.” 

He knew all too well who this was. 

Red Eyes looked up, the red goggles reflecting the bright sun and making it impossible to see past their lenses. More of the stranger’s hair seemed to flow from behind them, long strands of navy waving in the wind like a flag. Their stance shifted from one of leisure to subtly looking like they would pounce. The stranger moved their coat away from their hip, revealing the large gun strapped to their form. 

“I’d be careful where I was sticking my nose if I were you.” The heavily modulated voice called out. “Or lack thereof.” 

The Ghoul bit his tongue. “I’m assuming that corpse we found back there was you, then? Certainly wasn’t the handiwork of any ol’ fiend.” 

“Wasn’t much work.” Red Eyes spat quickly. “Was a clone. They're easy. Woulda gotten in my way.” Their accent, even through the voice changer, was thick. Louisiana, most likely from the New Orleans area. 

“You’re here for me.” He didn’t feel the need to ask. He threaded his thumbs through the belt loops on his trousers, opting to seem more relaxed than he was. He knew Red Eyes would see right through his guise.

“Isn’t that obvious?” Their hand twitched beside their gun. He eyed them wearily.

“Well, I’m not goin’ willingly.” A low, rumbling chuckle sounded from the stranger. 

“I never said I was gonna take ya in alive.” They answered, voice cold with an edge to it. He fought the urge to argue, to call their bluff, for doing so would be too risky.

Truthfully, Red Eyes had every reason to want him dead. It had been a few years, five to be exact, since they last saw each other. Five long years since he turned the fellow bounty hunter in for killing a crime lord. Five years since he left them for dead. This would be a fitting end for their little rivalry, even if it wasn’t always that way. 

But he wouldn’t go down just yet. Not without a fight. 

He had to find another way to fight them. A quick draw duel would mean a death sentence for him, unfortunately. Red Eyes was and still is the quickest draw in the Wasteland. He would have to throw them off somehow, say something to really disarm them. 

He did the only thing he could think of, and instead of indulging in the stranger - instead of going for his gun - words that he never thought he would say slipped from his dry, cracked lips.

“Ciella, I’m sorry.” 

Red Eyes froze. Their hand was still dangerously close to their gun’s grip. Over the wind, he vaguely heard the sharp, uneven intake of air from the figure. The breeze picked up again, blowing open the stranger’s coat to reveal the figure of a woman. 

“It’s a bit late fer that, isn’t it, cher?” It most definitely was her. “I came ta finish the job. I shoulda known a coffin wouldn’t hold yer ass.” 

Cooper held back a laugh. Ciella Bane was an ally at one point, and maybe even a friend, but the moment her picture was up on one of those boards he knew their partnership was over. Someone was offering a hefty reward for whoever could bring the bounty brat in, preferably alive. 

That was his mistake. He knew he probably should have killed her while she was sleeping and taken the smaller reward for her corpse. Killing her like this would be a pain in the ass. 

“You wanna take off that ridiculous getup and let me see you?” He taunted, much to Ciella’s dismay. He just had to hit her where it hurt, get her emotional and in her head so she missed when she inevitably shot at him. However, it had been a few years, he couldn’t be sure that trick would still work.

Though with dear ol’ daddy not around to give her more of his tips and tricks he doubted she would have improved much more than the last time they brawled. 

Ciella scoffed. “The last thing you’ll see are these goggles. Everyone’s gotta know it was Red Eyes who took ya out, ghoul.” She spat, though there was a sadistic playfulness in her voice. Cooper rolled his eyes. 

“I got places to be, girl.” Cooper countered with equal venom. He was getting antsy, and he felt she was wasting his time. “Let us through and…” He stopped.

What would he do? What could he do? What could he possibly offer her where she wouldn’t be on his trail while he and Lucy trekked the Wasteland on a wild goose chase? Ciella coming back from whatever corner of the world she ran off to after burying him alive was the last thing he wanted. 

“Let us through and we can finish this some other time. I’ll tell you where I’ll be and you come find me.” He offered finally, feeling the weight of his words in his chest. He wouldn’t give up finding his family so she could have her petty revenge, but maybe one day, when everyone around him was gone and he knew his daughter was safe and could live a happy life, he would go to Ciella and let her put him out of his misery. 

“We do this here and now.” The bounty hunter replied. “That head o’ yers is fetchin’ a pretty penny. Figured it was better I did it than some chem addicted fiend on the street.” Her words were purposefully inflammatory. She was doing the same thing he was. 

She straightened up again, mimicking the stance of a cowboy in a western getting ready to draw, and Cooper knew what it meant. She wasn’t giving him a choice. They’d done this dance once before, and unfortunately for him it didn’t end well. 

The Ghoul sighed and moved his coat from his holster, and he mirrored her stance. “This ain’t gonna go the way ya think it will, sweetheart.”

“I doubt that.” That same, robotic voice answered, yet he knew she was still all too human underneath. 

#cooper howard x oc #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #star wars au #fallout fanfic #cooper howard #the ghoul #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x oc #fallout #cad bane mention!!! #so #cad bane #fallout tv series

[ronweasleys-world]

I saw a comment once that said something along of the lines of “if Magnus had the option, he’d choose Will instead of Alec” (something like that), and I’ve never been so enraged in my life.

We know Alec Lightwood-Bane loves Magnus Lightwood-Bane, it’s a fact, it’s right there written over and over again in words and action. BUT SO DOES MAGNUS

The way Magnus describes Alec, his beauty, personality, his action and his LOVE is all there on paper and I don’t know why people don’t see that, or don’t want too and it pains me.

#shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #magnus bane #alec lightwood #alec lightwood bane #magnus lightwood bane #malec fanfic #magnus x alec

[mlmxreader]

Loyal To a Fault | Bane x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Hiya! Hope alls well 🖤. May I please give you a request to use the following prompts for big tiddy Bane X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "I'm not leaving!"+ "I thought we were... forget it"+"Get down!" Reader protects the big man and refuses to leave his side, even when all seems hopeless. (As always, this is just spit balling, all creative liberties to you of course!!) Thank you 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: Bane appreciates loyalty, but to be loyal to a fault is one of the worst things that a person can be for him.

tws: swearing, injury, gun violence

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"Get down!"

Bane's back hit the floor, a grunt escaping his throat as he closed his eyes, screwing them shut as he swallowed thickly; he felt like he could've move, hearing the crashes and the loud thuds. He couldn't move.

He heard your voice shouting orders at his men, but he was powerless to do anything; he pieced together what had happened. Gunshots. Something in his stomach. He swallowed thickly again, wondering if he had really badly fucked up this time; if the shadows had ceased being owned by him.

Bane knew you were loyal to him, and only him, but he wished you weren't loyal to a fault; he had been brought down, there was no use in continuing the fight. There was no use in trying to keep it up; he couldn't keep fighting. You should have left him there, left him to deal with it.

He opened his eyes, and groaned at the sight. You were fighting hard, but you never went more than a few steps away from him, and constantly looked back at him to ensure that he was still alive; you were loyal to a fault. Bane closed his eyes again, sighing heavily.

He wanted you to leave, to run away. To get yourself to safety, not protect him. Bane could only assume that someone had tried to grab you when you yowled out.

"Fuck off! I'm not leaving! Leave me the fuck alone! I can't abandon him, you cunt!"

Loyal to a fault.

Bane grumbled, struggling to drag himself to sit up; it felt like his stomach was being torn open when he did, propping himself up on a wall as he sighed heavily and did his best to muster the strength to speak; but you knew.

You collapsed to your knees between his legs, hands on his chest as you stared at him; he could easily see the worry swirling in your irises, mixing with caution and desperation. He swallowed thickly, his bloodied hand heavily resting on your wrist as he shook his head slowly.

"Go," he wheezed. "Leave me."

"No," you growled, shaking your head. "Bane, no… I… I can't. Not you. I'd be lost without you… I've never not been at your side, I… no."

Bane's eyes saddened as he huffed out a quick and curt sigh. "Please."

"No," you repeated. "It's always been me and you, I don't know how to be me without you. I don't know what life is like without you and I… I wouldn't be able to go on if you weren't there."

He looked desperate. "Listen…"

"No!" You snapped. "Not happening! I'm not leaving! I thought we were… nevermind… it's not important. Just… don't make me leave?"

He didn't want to argue, you were upset enough as it was and he knew he wouldn't get through to you. Loyal to a fault, and stubborn to a fucking thorn in his side. Stubborn and loyal, far too much of both. He let out a soft sigh as he rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Destroy the life you could have had by staying."

You leaned forward, planting a kiss to his mask right where his mouth was, before you dared to smile and nod curtly at him. "As long as it means I get to stay where I belong."

He wanted to protest. To tell you that even though you did belong at his side, he didn't want you to be there if it meant getting you killed; he had promised a long, long time ago, that he would always be there at your side.

He promised. He said he would never leave, that he would never give up on you no matter how much shit got between you; Bane had kept that promise for years, but it weighed heavily on his chest that maybe he would have to. He dreaded it.

A numbness began to sink over him, making him sink against the wall as his brows furrowed. His chest felt tight, like something was blocking it.

"The injury isn't fatal, it's almost superficial, just knocked the wind out of him badly," he heard someone say to you. "He'll live, but…"

"I swear down if you fucking say that we need to get a fucking hospital right now-"

"No," they replied, "but you will need to clean the wound, eventually. Prevent infection."

"Then fucking fix him!" You were terrifying when you raised your voice. Bane rarely raised his own, but you… you almost never raised yours. "Fucking fix him! Now, you fucking cretin! Or I'll fucking hang you from your fucking ribs on the flagpole outside! Do I make myself fucking clear?!"

Bane felt his shirt tear open, hands on his chest. Pressure and something cool on his wound. A sharp sting. He heard the ripping of fabric, the pressure of something soft. Padded. He sighed.

"Easy, big guy."

He felt something, someone, grab his hand tenderly.

"You better not get an infection," you mumbled in his ear. Bane hummed like he was going to laugh. "You're my fucking partner, Bane, you're not allowed to fucking leave."

He felt a little better. He knew he didn't have to break his promise. You were safe, and he would be back on his feet in no time; Bane could rest easily knowing that he could step in as your protector again.

Of course, everybody knew that you didn't actually need protecting, you were just fine on your own, but Bane… he wouldn't allow himself to live if he couldn't be there when you needed him most. You were special to him.

You meant everything to him, and he couldn't bear to think of what his life would be like without you in it; he had been at your side for so long, he dreaded the mere thought of it.

But then he looked at you, and how your nerves were so clearly shot to shit, how panic and worry was still within your eyes as you swallowed thickly; Bane knew that there was only one thing that he could say to help you calm down, even just a little bit. He knew.

"My love," he growled. "I'm keeping my promise."

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[dauntless-gothamite]

Master of Shadows Masterlist

Fandom: DC (Nolanverse; Batman Comics) Pairing: Bane x Fem! Reader Summary: You are a tailor that works for Oswald Cobblepot, also known as the Penguin, who tasks you with making clothes for the abnormally large man who has recently arrived in Gotham, Bane. While working with Bane, you see an opportunity to escape the Penguin, something you have wanted for years, and if you play your cards right, you may just gain your freedom and bond with the handsome man in the mask along the way.   

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[inkmonster21]

Darkness

Bane x OC

Part 1

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On this evening, I sat at the bar with John. He ran the common serious talk. “Come on, you hate living alone. You complain about it all the time.” I run my fingers down the stem of my wine glass. “That’s not the point, John.” He slumps in his seat. “You keep me stringing along. It’s been 9 years, Lily. I think we’re serious enough.” I get out cash, closing the tab. I stand out of the bar stool gathering my belongings. “I’m not ready to be a wife yet, John.” He sighs in defeat. “It’s always the same answer.” I kiss his cheek after I finish putting my jacket on. “Well, stop having the conversation if you don’t like the outcome. Things are great just the way they are. I don’t want to mess it up.”

John doesn’t hide the smitten smile on his lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow, (y/n).” I wave my fingers at him as I exit the door. “Bye, John.” I liked John. I did. I was pretty sure I loved him. He was sweet and very concerned about my well-being. I should marry him. He was stable and a positive influence in my life. However, I can’t bring myself to say yes to him. I craved more than this life. I wanted pure passion, true love, and a fire in my chest. It was silly to dream of such things in a world like this, living in a place like Gotham City, but oh did I dream.

It had been long enough now that the majority of the city had forgone my past. That or they just have bigger fish to be worried about.

•

The night sky of Gotham was calm. I still hadn’t gotten used to the quietness of the city. It was on the way to becoming clean.

As I near my vehicle, an ominous chill raked its way up my spine. The shuffling of feet brought my attention to the alleyway. I furrow my brow. “Hey.” A man shouts from the dark. I ignore him and continue to fumble with my keys. “I’m talking to you.” As I said, the city was on its way. As I go to open my door, the man shuts it, moving in front of me. “I know you.” I shake my head, trying to move around him. “I don’t think so.” He grabs my upper arms and pushes me down onto the hood of the car. He places a knife on my neck. “You’re that rich bitch. Bashed her daddy’s brains in.” I struggle in his grip. “I’m going to have some fun with you.” He tosses my keys away and rips my shirt revealing my bra.

He is suddenly ripped away from my body with an unnatural force. His body lay on the street, neck snapped. I stand on the pavement in shock, fumbling with the torn pieces of my blouse. Deep breathing sounds from the dark. I turn around and see nothing. I bend down, retrieving my keys with hast. “This fucking City.”

Turning around I knock into a large being. As I fall, a large hand wraps around my waist preventing me from taking a tumble. I struggle to see the face of my protector. However, the hold this stranger has upon my waist feels warm.

I look up at his daring orbs. He stares into mine, staring into my soul. I feel myself fall into the black of his eyes. This man stared at me like an animal staring at its prey, and I was willingly allowing him to. I couldn’t deny him. His strength showed in the bulk of his muscles. What caught my interest was the contraption strapped upon his face. However, he was intimidating and dangerous. I couldn’t help myself from studying this man. His eyes showed curiosity. I placed my hand on his cheek, drawn to his frame. He removed my hand as if I burned him. “Is it you?” His voice came as another shock. “Me?” He retreats his hand from my body. The warmth was gone, leaving my body in disarray. He backs away into the shadows, and against my better judgment I take a step forward, but he is gone. Did he know me? It felt like he did.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him, about his hand wrapped around my waist. I lay in the large bed. The late hours of the night creeping up. I lay there, the sheets feeling cold for the first time. It’s like I’ve been in a coma and I’m finally waking up. Every sensation heightened in my body. Who was he? Why did he have this effect on me? Like a cord, I could feel myself being pulled to an unknown destination. That night I constantly tossed and turned, tangling the sheets. Unresting, the only thing my mind could achieve was thoughts of the masked man.

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[ao3statistics]

This is self-made. Date: 25.04.2024.

Talia and Bane... these statistics keep surprising me.

Talia didn't win one of my recent polls on which character I should make a ship chart for but I was very curious myself if it was going to be like 90% Talia/Bruce, so... here you go.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only.

Includes all fandoms connected to the character "Talia al Ghul".

Percentages were rounded up or rounded down to natural numbers for easier comprehension.

Poly ships were included.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

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