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savagetrickster · 4 years

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D.Gray Man | Kanda Yu (NSFW)

Okay so I kinda got carried away while writing for this request. Somehow it has escalated to R-rated stuff oops XD But honestly it was so fun writing this! I hope you wouldn’t mind me putting more than you had requested.

So this is like my first NSFW for D.Gray man. I guess this fandom deserve a taste of NSFW as well since BNHA got the attention for that XD

Apologies for errors, again.

Warning(s): 18+, implied breeding kink (duh, you even surprised?), unprotected sex, pregnancy

She thought about how lucky she was to be allocated a relatively simple mission that was only a day away from the branch and partnered with Kanda like he was the cherry on top.

Missions together were rare. After Kanda was appointed as a new General, the opportunities to spend time with each other became miserably sparse.

He was a busy man then but now with his promotion that comes with bigger responsibilities, he was an even busier man.

There was nothing but a big empty gap between them. What they have right now felt like a long-distance relationship. Most of the time his room was empty since being a General required his attention outside the branch.

Even with time granted to them when he was home, kisses were curt and touches were brief.

That was why being assigned to this mission with Kanda alone was a golden opportunity. Rare and precious to her.

Even if it meant being attacked by Tyki Mikk on their way back.

Well, that was what she thought until Kanda appeared before her, standing between a harsh slash down across the air that could have killed her if he wasn’t fast enough to intercept.

Kanda was fast enough to step between them but a second too late from deflecting the attack with Mugen.

Gloom stayed stubbornly in her eyes as she worked on bandaging the bloodied wound across Kanda’s chest.

She had set herself straight to work on Kanda the moment she forced him to sit down on the bed in the inn they had been staying in, despite his protest.

Recurring memory of him taking the blow for her. The spray of his blood over her shook her.

Throughout the rest of the battle against their enemy, she dealt her blows with rage upon witnessing that.

She was worried, scared, and angry.

So damn angry at the Noah.

So damn angry at Kanda.

So damn angry at herself.

“Yu, what you did just now wasn’t necessary.” Kanda raised his eyes to her.

He had already given up trying to stop her futile effort bandaging him. His regenerative seal would heal him but she insisted on preventing infection before it did its work.

“....please don’t do that again.”

His gaze turned incredulous. “And let you die?” His fingers curled into the bed underneath.

Bitterness clenched around her heart, “Maybe.”

A hiss sifted through her gritted teeth. “You’re not a shield. You’re someone precious to me and I’d rather die than see you do that to yourself-”

She didn’t know how or when; it was abrupt and too fast.

Her breath shuddered out of her as she suddenly found herself pinned down on the bed by an irritated, glaring glint blazing down from Kanda’s face.

Kanda stared back down at her, towering over her with a hot swirl of emotions swelling in his heart.

Before he felt anything for her, he was just a man drifting aimlessly in this long, suffering war as an exorcist.

Missions after missions.

Akumas after akumas.

Battles after battles against the Noahs.

That was what his life was all about.

It was like a dark tunnel without the light at the end of it. There was no goal, there was no end.

Given how bleak his circumstances were, he had never spared a thought about his future. He was just a soldier or in a technical, more crude sense, a walking weapon.

That was what Exorcists were. Unwilling hosts for the Innocence - a curse that would follow them till death. Even for him, death was hard to come by.

But with (Name) in his life.

He wasn’t so pessimistic about his circumstances anymore. The future didn’t seem so bleak anymore. He bore hopes for what the aftermath of this cruel war would bring about.

She was the light at the end of this dark tunnel.

“If what I did keeps you safe,” Kanda felt his restraint over himself breaking. The words he had kept to himself for a long time wanted to spill. “I’ll keep being that shield.”

He had always wished she could be taken off the battlefield.

Every time he was out there roaming the lands as a General he was made to be, his mind was always crazy worried about her.

Knowing she was also out there risking her life.

He knew he was being a hypocrite here, but the fear and worry that gripped him every time his mind strayed to thoughts of her made him wistful.

The urge to use his higher authority to pull her out of her duty was tempting every single time. Just to keep her safe and as far away from the lurking dangers this war was embodied with.

The emotions bottled up in him fanned with every breath he took, his piercing eyes wavering on her.

He wanted her.

It had something to do with pent-up need for her he had neglected due to his duties. The emotions in him were not so innocent either.

The last thread of restraint on himself broke the moment she extended a hand up to his face with a tender soft look in her eyes.

His body wanted hers.

There was nothing holding back anymore.

He couldn’t, even with the rational voice screaming in his head. The carnal urge in him was smothering and drove through him powerfully.

A trembling breath left him as his lips met hers and pressed into her with an urgent need, immediately inciting a soft moan humming against his prying mouth.

Their mingling breaths were hasty and shivering as the feverish kiss deepened with tilting heads and moans.

His hands were busy. Her hands were busy.

Clothes were shredded off them and tossed carelessly in the heat of their passion. Between their heated actions, wild hands roamed.

Her body grew more and more ready for his.

And his for hers.

His hands eventually found their way to her thighs and pushed apart with a firm grip on them as he settled himself between them.

Their panting lips parted as their dazed, wavering gaze met.

A fleeting whimper slipped through her lips as he pushed himself into her, completely buried in one powerful thrust.

His toned, chiseled chest stuttered with a shaky exhale as he pulled himself through the tightness gripping onto him.

Towering over her with raw hunger in his gaze, the thrust driven back into her tore a broken cry from her.

The blistering white flash of pleasure accompanied the jolting wide stretch inside her.

The bed creaked and protested under them, joining her cries and his growls as he pummeled into her fiercely.

Strained grunts and growls rumbled in his chest as he leaned into her, his big hands sliding over her smaller ones and her legs responsively wrapping snugly around his waist.

Under her digging fingers, his taut muscles rippled across his sweaty back, resonating with every thrust.

Everything else fell past them. Fell past her. Fell past him.

Now, they were only a man and woman making love. They were nothing more than that.

Not Exorcists.

Not a General.

Not pitiful soldiers picked for a mad war.

Just them.

The wet squelches of their mixed fluids became loud enough to join the erotic reverberation filling the room as his thrusts begun to grow hectic.

Their lips met again. Desperate and heated.

Muffled moans and growls slipped into the dense air between kisses.

Her heart felt like it was about to burst from her love for him. There was so much that the soft, breathy ‘I love you’ she murmured against his passionate lips was inevitable.

Kanda said nothing to that. But the pressing need of his lips against hers and the firm squeeze around her hands right after was a clear answer to her.

The next stronger and primal thrusts he plunged into her also told her all he wanted to say.

Enough to push her to the edge fast.

She was close.

Enough to make her snatch her lips away from his with loud moans tumbling out of her.

She was…so close.

The muscles in her hands against his broad back tensed.

Her legs around him tightened curtly.

The next slam through her, his cock shoving inside with a rough prod did it for her.

A broken cry sitting between a sob and a whimper spiked between her moans as her eyes nearly rolled back at the shattering wave of her orgasm.

The shuddering grunt from Kanda joined her as he relished in the warm pour of her arousal over his aching self in her release.

Breathy grunts continued to fall from his lips as he pushed himself up, his hands slipping away from her to hook under her knees.

Now towering over her, Kanda pushed her thighs wider apart to accommodate his raging thrusts.

The curl of his toned biceps clenching and unclenching as his eyes fell onto where every thrust was announced by loud, lewd squelches, watching with rumbling growls as his cock pounded, plummeting in and out of her dripping, clutching heat.

His piercing eyes looked even more piercing than ever as he raised them to her face, relentlessly hammering into her with fervor.

His heated gaze raised to her, greedily taking in her as he worked intensely between her thighs.

Gazing back at him through weak fluttering blinks, her red, flustered face panting up at him was an added fuel to the hungry, animalistic desire in him.

To his vigorously rocking body.

He could feel himself filling up almost too much. The load inside his cock was a pressure too tight for him to hold in any longer. Together with the lustful urge to let go in the hazy heat, he drove his next thrust into her with a strong shove.

Her dragging moan joined his strangled grunt as a white flash of pleasure ripped through him. The back of his thighs clenched as he pushed his hip pressingly into her, nestling himself snugly into her as he released everything.

Ropes and ropes of his seeds spurted into her in one hot burst, filling her rapidly as her tattering moan rode through her.

His own hoarse one dragged through his throat as he snapped his hip curtly against her to every furious spurt of his load.

Accompanied by her fleeting whimpers and his own grunts, his slowing ruts sent one rough curt prod into her after another, till the very last drop of his semen was emptied into her womb.

A blissful stillness fell upon them the moment his movement inside her slowed and stopped.

Their intense stares held with their harsh pants. Until her eyes widened.

“...Oh no, Yu, you didn’t…”

A soft gasp of horror escaped her. Despite the horror seeping in her widening eyes, she couldn't help trembling and panting with satisfaction at the warmth inside her.

“Wha-What if I get...”

Her voice trailed off breathlessly with a gulp, his eyes followed her shaky hands as they moved to her lower abdomen, right above where they were still joined.

A knowing glint was in his gaze when he returned his gaze back to her. “When that happens, I will be here with you.”

“But I-”

“I’ll shoulder your duties for you. I’d rather you stay safe, even if it means getting you pregnant.”

Her breath hitched.

To hear him say that word himself stirred a strange fluttering desire in her. It came out of nowhere but it filled her with wistful longing.

Was it really...okay for people like them to enjoy something this mundane?

Was it okay to harbor hopes for something like this despite who she was?

She wasn’t sure but the firm steel of promise in his eyes was enough for her.

That maybe...maybe it was okay.

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skandarismyturkishdelight · 5 years

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I Despise You (Part 7) - Edmund x Reader

Warnings: making out and kinda sad/soft

Characters: Edmund, Lucy, Peter and Susan Pevensie and (Y/N)

Setting: The Golden Age, Narnia

Blurb (???i think???): (requested by @alwaysinnarnia)The reader is a Swordswoman/Knight of Doorn and visits Narnia, soon getting off on the wrong hand with King Edmund. She stays in Narnia and they train together, and they become friends and maybe something more…

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“Checkmate.” Edmund smiled widely as he knocked off (Y/N)’s King.

She sat there in shock, open-mouthed at Edmund’s easiness to defeat her.

“But I was so close to winning, that’s not fair,” she complained. “You said you were going easy on me!”

Ed shrugged, and lay down onto (Y/N)’s bed as he stretched his arms. (Y/N) groaned and pushed Edmund to the side.

“Ed. Get up, I want a rematch.”

Edmund sighed, relaxing completely. He had his arms outstretched to her, only to be met with a pair of raised eyebrows. He sat up, his arms still waiting for her.

“(Y/N),” he whined, taking his hand in yours. “One hug.”

She huffed a strand of hair from her loose braid and Ed rolled his eyes.

“Fine-” he started, but as a smile grew on her face he continued, “-after one hug.”

(Y/N) grinned madly as she jumped into his arms and knocked him down, a groan and chuckle escaping the young King as the hug left them chest to chest, legs entangled.

Faces almost touching, and the air between them dancing with a fire that could light a thousand suns, the two knights exchanged smiles.

(Y/N) pressed a soft but sure kiss to his lips, and he responded quickly, wrapping his arms around her.

The night of the feast was something she could never forget. Though she had felt a dull thud in her head the morning after, barely recalling a solid memory, she remembered Edmund. His gentleness and passion, his hands on her skin, the way they had kissed, was unlike anything she had ever felt. She was alive in that moment.

(Y/N) broke the kiss, her nose brushing against Edmund’s. She took a hand to his hair and ruffled the curls, which left him grinning.

“Edmund. I’m hungry.” She smiled as Edmund closed his eyes, his head resting comfortably on her pillow.

“Shh,” he sighed softly. “Let me have this moment. Then we’ll find something to eat.”

She traced a hand over his cheekbones, connecting his freckles in her mind like a cluster of stars. His hand rested on her leg, rubbing it softly from time to time.

(Y/N) closed her eyes, pressing a soft kiss to Edmund’s nose. He opened an eye and gave her a grin that was enough to make her stomach twist and her heart pound faster.

She sat up, dragging Edmund’s hands along as she climbed out of the bed, which was met with a groan of protest from the King. (Y/N) chuckled and pulled him to sit up, which took more effort than she thought it would need.

Edmund rolled his head back, looking at the ceiling as his hands rested in his lap. “Let’s just stay here.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, amused. “All day?”

He met her gaze, a playful glint in his eyes as he snaked an all around her waist to pull her between his legs. “That’s right.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and placed a hand on his chest. “You’re needy.”

Edmund pressed his lips softly to her jaw, tracing pecks down to her earlobe. She couldn’t help but lean her head back slightly and tangle a hand into his soft curls.

“Ed,” she said sternly when he slid his hands to her thighs.

“Shh,” he whispered against her throat. “Kiss me.”

She chuckled softly as he rested his hands underneath her thighs. Pulling back from stretching kisses along her collarbone, he met her halfway in a firm kiss. Matched in the moment when they inhaled deeply, (Y/N) climbed into his lap, her knees capturing either side of him. His hands drifted upwards, past the curves of her thighs and the dip of her back to leave one tangled in her now undone braid, and the other caressing the skin of her back.

(Y/N) heard her voice slipping into a whisper as she said his name against his lips. Her body was scorching with a fire she could not explain as Edmund’s lips began to roam, a fire she wanted to keep burning. She draped her arms around his shoulders as he flipped her onto the bed quickly, kissing her lips again.

(Y/N) thoughts drifted to the letters she needed to answer and the meetings that needed attending in a half hour, but when Edmund nipped the skin of her throat, a moan escaped her lips, and everything was forgotten.

“(Y/N),” Ed spoke quietly into her ear, soothing her into closing her eyes. “I-”

“EDMUND PEVENSIE!”

Both the king and (Y/N) jolted, knocking their foreheads together harshly. The bellow came from outside of the door and seemed to echo through the whole castle.

“Where do I go?” (Y/N) frantically whispered, cleaning up her hair.

“Nowhere, just sit in the armchair, act normal!” He whisper-yelled.

“You don’t think it’ll be suspicious that I’ve been spending all morning with you?!” She whispered furiously. “And what, playing chess?”

Edmund smirked. “Would you much rather do something else?”

She rolled her eyes. “Aside from hitting you?”

“EDMUND, OPEN THIS DOOR!” The person yelled, much closer to the door so that (Y/N) could now tell it was Peter.

(Y/N) pushed Edmund towards the entry and rolled underneath the bed, barely able to squeeze herself in. Her heart was in her throat as the door opened suddenly, and Edmund coughed unceremoniously.

“And you want...?” Edmund began, and (Y/N) saw his shoes moving away from the door. Another pair of leather boots followed and the High King’s voice erupted suddenly, making her gasp stupidly.

“YOU LEFT ELAINE ALONE THE WHOLE NIGHT YESTERDAY!” Peter exclaimed furiously. “DON’T THINK I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT IT IS YOU WERE DOING, AND TRUST ME, IT’S THE LAST TIME IT WILL HAPPEN!”

Uncomfortable silence followed, and (Y/N) swallowed her deep breaths and tried to calm the her heart which was now thrumming violently in her ears.

“I-” Edmund started, and all (Y/N) could think is that she had never heard him speechless.

“Ed,” Peter said cautiously, and in her mind she could already see the bright red blush on the young king’s cheeks. “(Y/N)...she is someone I deeply admire, but I can say that since she’s come here, you’ve become more...”

“Open?”

“Reckless, actually, was the word I was looking for.” Peter said tiredly. “The way you look at her...anybody can see that. You have to be careful. Duty to your country comes first. (Y/N) knows that, I know that, and so should you.”

(Y/N) nibbled at her thumb nervously, waiting for the dark haired King’s reply, only to find that there was none.

Peter continued quietly, “Do you love her?”

Silence.

“Ed-”

“She makes me forget it all,” Edmund said finally. “Everything. Every nightmare I’ve had, she’s there. Every time I’ve almost given up on myself, she’s there. There’s no one like her - not Elaine, not any of the highborn ladies who just want a husband to parade around.”

(Y/N) felt tears stinging her eyes as he said, “She makes me happy.”

Silence followed once more, and (Y/N) rested her forehead against her forearm, closing her eyes.

(Y/N) had never heard him vulnerable. Except for the moments of bliss they spent in each other’s arms, or their conversations about nothing in the middle of the night lurking in the kitchen, when his face was pale and body was trembling slightly.

She hadn’t asked him about what it was; but she could guess they were dreams. Nightmares.

Peter sighed, “Does she know?”

(Y/N) frowned as Edmund said immediately, “No, I can’t-”

“Why not?”

Silence.

“She’ll look at me differently. She’ll hate me. I can’t have that.”

“You love her, don’t you?”

(Y/N)’s heart began to beat faster, the word love sending a shiver down her spine.

Edmund paused before quietly saying, “But she isn’t here to stay.”

It hit her like a harsh slap to the face; she really wasn’t here to stay. She never could - not with her family on the brink of war. It made her feel like she had made an empty promise to Edmund; like she would always be by his side.

Peter seemed to struggle with finding the words as guilt still flooded through (Y/N). “You’re trying to make it work, Ed, I know you are. Even if it doesn’t, you should tell her.”

“That I love her or I’m the monster that everyone still thinks I am? Neither option sounds like I’d get a promising reply.”

(Y/N) felt everything sag inside of her, internally begging for Peter to leave the room so she could hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay.

After a while, Peter responded, “Tell her. You’d rather tell her yourself than her finding out through someone else, right?”

When Ed didn’t reply, Peter sighed and his feet turned away from him. The king shuffled slightly, moving to lean on the door frame as his brother left, closing the door quietly behind him.

(Y/N) took a moment to calm her racing mind and her heart that was settled in her throat as she rolled out from under the bed, smoothing her hair down before standing up.

Edmund was looking interestedly at the ground as (Y/N) wiped her palms along her tunic. She intertwined her fingers together as she approached him, the words stuck in her throat as he looked at her. His eyes were soft, sad; apologetic.

She reached out a hand to touch his freckled cheek, and as she did, he let his fingers brush her waist and pull her to his chest.

She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, letting the hand resting on his face drift to the back of his neck, combing his soft hair between her fingers. The silence held them together, an invisible thread that tugged her closer to his chest, that coerced her to let her head rest on his shoulder.

She swallowed quietly. “Are you okay?”

He breathed deeply against her, his heart beating steadily. “I don’t know.”

(Y/N) pulled away from him, both hands resting on his shoulders. She gave Edmund a sympathetic smile, her thoughts drifting to the conversation he had with Peter.

“You love her, don’t you?”

“Did you mean it?” She asked softly.

Edmund looked up at her with his dark eyes, a moment of silence that felt like forever passed between them before he placed a hand to her cheek. He leaned in and kissed her mouth softly, (Y/N) sighed at the sheer delicacy of his lips.

He pulled back, his breath fanning across her cheek. “I love you.”

(Y/N) inhaled sharply, her heart pounding against her chest. She pulled from his embrace far enough to look at him properly. His gaze sent a wave of warmth to wash over her, her hand drifting across his chest, stopping at where his heart was beating rapidly. She smiled at the thought of her making his heart race.

“I love you, too,” (Y/N) whispered, moving to press her forehead against his, but he pulled back quickly.

The dark-haired king stepped away, leaving (Y/N)’s hands to hover in the air, and suddenly the room turned slightly colder. She looked at him worryingly as he pushed a hand through his mess of hair.

“I’m lying to you,” he muttered, loud enough for her to hear.

She furrowed her eyebrows. “About what, Ed?”

He paused, tightening his hand into a fist before opening the door behind him and leaving the room. The sudden moment was baffling, and it took (Y/N) a moment of recollection before she stepped outside to follow him.

Sunlight spilled onto the tiled floor, encasing the castle’s hallways in a warm yellow light. The weather was beautiful outside, and there would’ve been a possibility of (Y/N) and Edmund going for a horse ride if there weren’t any prying eyes.

Edmund was already a couple of steps from her and from the way he walked, it didn’t look as though he were playing a game with her.

“Edmund,” she called out quietly, some steps almost like a skip to get closer to him. “Edmund, wait.”

Her voice must’ve flown past his ears as he sped up and turned right to swiftly move down the marble staircase. (Y/N) huffed as she turned the corner with him, her hand sliding across the glistening ebony rail as she raced down the stairs.

A few moments of chasing the king passed, and she found him passing through the doors of the grand library, the wooden doors carved with intricate details of fauns and dryads, and Aslan encircled by the Kings and Queens of Narnia.

She stepped through the doors, and she noticed how different the library looked in the day; mostly because she spent countless hours in here when night fell and the only lights she had were a candle and the moonlight.

“Edmund?”

(Y/N) heard rustling to her left and saw the King hunched over a book he had brought out. She moved closer, and she noticed the book’s incredible thickness.

It was titled A History of Narnia and (Y/N) began to chuckle. All this to look through something she’s already read?

“Ed, I’ve already-”

“The history books are lying to you,” he said quietly, looking ashamed of himself.

The young woman stood by Edmund’s side, flicking through to book aimlessly as she shook her head.

“I don’t get it,” she said delicately. “What are they not telling?”

Edmund pressed his hands against a table and lowered his head, his face hidden by his arms. It scared (Y/N) quite a bit since she never sees him vulnerable, it made her think of the times she caught him in the kitchens, drenched in sweat and looking as weak as ever.

She started towards him before he muttered something she couldn’t hear, but the tone of his voice echoed sorrow.

“Ed, what?” (Y/N) said, her heart in her throat.

“I betrayed my siblings,” he said, lifting up his head to look at her in the eyes. “When we first arrived to Narnia...I was in league with the White Witch.”

Silence flooded the room and (Y/N) couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, you weren’t. You fought against her, you took a knife to protect your brother from her. You were a hero.”

“Before that,” he said quietly, searching her eyes for something. “Before the battle, before I found my brother and sisters again-”

“You were captured by the White Witch,” (Y/N) said with an edge of anger in her voice. “You were taken to by her and she wanted to have you killed.”

“She never captured me. I went to her, all because I had promised her my family, all for a throne and some Turkish delight.”

(Y/N) rubbed her face in frustration, her heart crawling up to her throat. “What in Aslan’s name are you talking about? The history books say-”

Edmund dragged a hand through his hair before saying angrily, “Are you going to believe the books or me?”

(Y/N) stayed silent for a moment, looking at him with utter disbelief. “You. But it can’t be...I mean...”

“The proof, it’s all there,” said Edmund, pointing beyond the library doors. “It’s in the castle kitchens, when the fauns ignore the requests I give. The meetings, when the visitors dismiss my opinions. It’s with my siblings sometimes, even when they don’t mean it.”

(Y/N) looked helplessly at the dark-haired King, his eyes shimmering.

He continued, his ears tinged red. “The history books don’t say anything about it because my siblings wanted to protect me and the title Aslan gave me, but I’ve always known that I don’t deserve it - deep down I think what he did was out of pity.”

“Every night,” he said lowly, “I dream about it. Lucy dreams about Aslan. Peter and Susan dream about Narnia’s prosperity. And me?”

He scoffed lightly before continuing in a distant tone. “Nightmares. My siblings and Aslan would be slaughtered, and the White Witch would return - and I’d be by her side.”

(Y/N) tried to take it all in; the anger in his voice and the tears welling up in his eyes showed the swordswoman that his fears were far bigger than hers.

“I see her everywhere,” he whispered to her. “When I wake up, when I sleep. Sometimes I hear her voice telling me that everything was my fault and I-”

Edmund stopped abruptly, leaving his face to rest in his hands. He sucked in a deep breath and (Y/N) stepped towards him, her hand reaching to touch his shaking shoulder.

“Ed,” she said calmly, her mind still racing and trying to put all the pieces together. “You can’t possibly...your loyalty is here, it always will be. You can’t blame yourself for anything you did.”

She pulled the king into her arms, one hand resting in his hair, the other rubbing his shoulder, as his face was press against her neck. She felt hot tears leave his eyes and dampen her neck, and she looked to the intricate art of the library’s ceiling to keep her tears from falling.

She felt his chest rise and fall in sudden motions as he wrapped his arms around her, tucking himself further into her embrace.

(Y/N) loved him. She loved his heart, his laugh, his smile, his bravery. She loved the way he held her, the way he said her name.

A wave of heat flooded her chest, set her heart on fire. She kissed the top of his head, and let her tears fall into his hair.

She loved him.

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can-u-imagine-that · 5 years

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Title: Save Me;

Fandom: The Avengers;

Character: Steve;

Note: Y/N: Your Name, Y/A: Your Age; (gender neutral reader)

Warning: Cursing, violence, torture(act not described), PTSD;

Request: None;

Author’s Note: Reader works at the Avengers Facility as a engineer in Tony’s lab, thus everyone believes that they have a lot of information on the development of new technology for them. They are kidnapped by Hydra and tortured. Will Captain America be able to save them in time? And what about after?

You groaned as your eyes opened slowly in the dim light of the room you found yourself into. It took you a moment to understand where the hell you were and how had you gotten there.

Feeling a shiver run down your entire body, you remembered how Hydra soldiers knocked you out after a fight in an alleyway. You knew because of the embed symbol in the sleeves of their black uniforms.

Fighthing wasn’t your thing. You were intelligent, not strong. Being strong was the part of the Avengers. You were there only to help them with their engineering and even you didn’t have that much information of the new technology. But of course Hydra didn’t know that, since you worked directly with Tony Stark they probably figured you knew of everything.

You were strapped into a metal stretcher by arms, legs, waist and neck. Trying to struggle was useless since you weren’t a strong super soldier or a enhanced being. You were a mere civilian.

Gulping you tried your best to move your hands to the pockets of your jeans. Everyone that worked so close to The Avengers like you did, had a communication device for emergencies like these. It had never really happened to anyone you knew, but didn’t hurt to be careful and always carry it arround.

And of course it wasn’t there.

Who were you trying to fool?

They are Hydra, not idiots.

The door snapped open and you saw a man dressed in black enter the room, pulling a chair towards where you were, then he sat and just stared at you. Your breath hitched a little because shit that was uncomfortable.

You noticed two guards dressed just like those in the alleyway near a metal door. Other than that the room was completely empty.

The man had tanned and marked skin adorned with a big beard and was munching into a toothpick. His eyes were green and a huge scar ran along his cheek stopping almost into the neck. You could see by his broad shoulders that he was almost Steve’s size and probably really strong. If he wasn’t with Hydra and you saw him on the street you surely would think that he was a war veteran.

Speaking of Steve you prayed for the soldier to burst by that door, wall or window to beat those guys asses. You knew that as soon as he found out that you were missing, he’d move sky and earth to find you, but were scared that it was too late already.

It wasn’t a secret to anyone inside the Facility that you and him had a thing for each other and even you two knew, just didn’t really felt like acting on it as soon as you found out. You liked the way things were and the way he seemed to be courting you like he would do in the 40′s. Barely a week before your kidnap he had accompanied you to your room, almost as if you had gone to a date and before you could close the door he bent slightly to give you a light kiss in your lips. Then a beautiful smile brightened his face before he whispered “goodnight”.

As the week progressed you noticed small changes on his behaviour when you two were alone. You also tried to make it clear that you liked the advances. The flirting, hand holding, the hugs, the gentle caresses in your face and the small kisses like that first in your door, after a long day.

Of course that now, lying with that man staring at you, you were afraid that nothing would ever happen again, because well, you kinda felt like you were going to die.

“Y/N, right?” suddenly the man’s voice boomed, making you flinch while nodding your head, noticing that he had a file in his hand with your picture in it “Engineer at the Avengers Facility, more specifically working in projects under the supervision of Anthony Stark, a.k.a Iron Man.”

You nod again, gulping.

“Been working with them for about four years now. No close relatives, single, Y/A, online studying for a postgraduate in Computational Engineering, lives on the compound during most of the year but has an appartment in a quiet New York’s neighborhood. Close friendship with most of the Avengers, specially previously mentioned Anthony Stark, Wanda Maximoff a.k.a Scarlet Witch and Steve Rogers... a.k.a Captain America.”

The way he slowed when mentioning Steve made your heart skip a beat.

It wasn’t possible that they knew about how you and Steve felt for each other, right? Because if they did you were REALLY screwed. And how the hell he knew all of that? Shit, they probably had a spy inside the Avengers Facility or in S.H.I.E.L.D, because how would they have gattered that information about you?

“Well, well...” he cracked his knuckles, bringind his hand close to the top of your head, grabbing a fist of strands, pulling slightly “How much information will I be able to rip out of your pretty mouth, huh, honey? Maybe their defense mechanisms? Or new technology? Or some S.H.I.E.L.D classified information?”

You pursed your lips, signaling that you’d never say anything, even if you knew a lot, which you didn’t.

“Oh, gonna make yourself hard to get? No problem...” his voice was still low when he got up, walking towards a corner that you hadn’t noticed of the room “I can use one of these...”

When you saw the metal table, your heart sunk to your stomach and you felt like throwing up.

You could see many instruments that he could use as torture methods, going of on blades and saws until guns and technological things that you had no idea of what they were.

His hand drifted absent minded over everything on the table without really getting anything and walking back to you.

“Or not. I can just use my bare hands.” he pressed his hand to your arm and, with a really unthinkable strenght, he squeezed it painfully. You bit your lip, not allowing any sound out of yout mouth “You want to play this game then? Fine. Let’s see how long it takes until you are screaming and begging for mercy.”

-x-

You had no idea how long you’ve been trapped there.

Between sessions of “talks” with that man and unconscious periods you’ve lost track of time. They’d fed you rudely and you already felt the malnutrition and dehydration symptoms in your weak and bruised body. Running an auto analysis of your bruises you were sure that both of your legs were broken together with a rib or two. Your left eye was swollen and there was a big gash right in the middle of your chest which had been bandaged poorly just so you wouldn’t bleed to death. Oh, and of course, that was probably infected.

Hallucinations started to become a trend once they started injecting something directly into your blood stream. It was some kind of drug to make you confused and spill out things without intending to. Of course that wasn’t realiable information because you were drugged, but they could go somewhere from there. The most common hallucination you got was the image of Steve coming to rescue you.

The first time it happened you cryied relieved when he straped you out of the scretcher, lifting your body and hugging you close to his chest as he took you out of that hell hole. And then you woke up to a new session of talk.

And it kept happening, each time with a different setting until you lost all your hope and when he showed you just closed your tearfull eyes, waiting to wake up again.

You could feel yourself slipping away.

You were dying and your sanity was starting to disappear too. Now, you saw a lot of things lurking in the corners, screamed alone and even laughed at the sitution, yelling that you didn’t really know a fucking thing but even if you knew you’d never tell those fuckers.

In one of the lapses that you felt awake again you saw Steve.

The same old hallucination again. You thought, closing your eyes and waiting for him to disappear.

But he didn’t.

And this time, when he lifted you in his arms it wasn’t like that fairytale of your previous hallucinations. Where you felt safe in his warm and gentle embrace.

You screamed in pain.

It felt like all your broken bones, cuts and bruises were being made all over again. If you had anything in your stomach you’d definitely throw up because of the dizzyness that hit you.

You could hear Steve’s voice whispering something to you, but your cousciousness started to fade again.

“Y/N...” his voice seemed so far that you had to force yourself to pay attention “Stay with me, please...”

You were in so much pain that your body started to become numb and your head tilted, laying on his chest.

You could hear his heartbeat.

It was fast.

Really fast.

But that sound quickly lulled you into slumber.

-x-

You drifted in and out of counsciouss all the time to the point were you didn’t know anymore what was a dream and what was reality. You just wanted to rest.

Y/N...

Yeah, resting would be good... you allowed your mind to go completely numb. Being unable to feel your body made things easier. It already felt like you were lost anyway. What else you had? Maybe afterlife would be better.

The heart stopped. Defibrillator.

The world is not really a nice place anyway. People are mean and evil, doing nasty stuff without feeling a single drop of remorse or regret.

Y/N...

Maybe you had lived your life being good enough to earn a good place in the afterlife. You always helped everyone. You enjoyed helping, actually. Enjoyed being with people and talking and...

1, 2, 3. Clear.

And... Steve.

Wanda, Tony...

Avengers.

Helping. Talking. Walking. Laughing. Studying. Dancing. Hearing. Eating. Sleeping. Singing. Running. Swimming. Playing.

Living.

Please, Y/N... come back to me...

You enjoyed living.

You missed doing those things.

You couldn’t go.

Not yet.

“Y/N...” Steve’s voice sounded weird at first. It was the same sensation of when your ears are clogged. A loud and acute sound ringed in your ear until finally Steve’s voice continued “It’s been too long already, don’t you think?”

Your body still felt numb, save for a few sensations, and you couldn’t open your eyes yet.

He sighed, seemingly to be sitting near the edge of your bed. You felt a warm sensation in your right hand, probably because he was holding your hand.

“Steve.” Wanda’s voice sounded by the other side of the room. She seemed broken and tired, almost as if she had tried to have this conversation with the Super Soldier before “You have to rest too. I’ll stay here if anything happens...”

“Sorry, kid...” he answered and you could hear Wanda sighing “I promise that I’ll do that later...”

“You’ve been saying that for the last three days... at least go to the caffeteria and eat something. Please?” she begged, probably walking, by the sound of the boots cliking, to stand by Steve’s side, who was possibly in a chair and given the weight you felt on the bed he was supporting his upper body on the edge of the matress. His hand never leaving yours.

“Just... just a little bit more, Wanda...”

You felt a hand rest in your forehead, surely Wanda’s by the size.

Suddenly you heard as she choked a sob.

Thank goodness... you are here... her beautiful voice sounded in your head and if you had any movement in your body you’d surely jump.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing... I’m just... relieved...” she said, her voice heading for the door “You can stay for now. I’ll try to fetch you again later...”

After she left you slowly started to recover more and more sensibility in your body. Now Steve’s thumb was brushing slow circles in the back of your hand, sometimes squeezing lightly.

And then finally you managed to move.

First your toes curled under the covers. Then your eyes futtered open, blinking the tears that formed when the bright light hit. And finally you squeezed his hand back, turning your head to the side to be able to see him.

Steve was indeed sitting in a chair, his head hung low but shot up as soon as you moved, his blue eyes wide.

“Y/N...” he said, smiling as his hand slowly reached for your face, meaning to probably brush the tears away.

But your shriek stopped him.

When his hands lowered near your face a flash of one of the many slaps you received passed, making you stiff your body and close your eyes.

You didn’t mean to. Of course you knew that Steve would never hurt you. But somehow it was like the lights flickered and you were there again, trapped, beat and hurt.

“Hey, it’s okay...” his hand retreated, but he didn’t seem offended. When you looked in his eyes again you saw nothing but understanding “Sorry. You went through a lot. I just... couldn’t hold myself... you’re safe. I promise...”

Tears started to prickle your eyes and before you knew sobs were breaking through your throat.

You were safe.

He saved you.

Steve saved you.

Yet you still felt scared.

“Calm down, love...” he whispered, slowly holding your hand again. When you managed to see him through your blurry vision, his eyes were kind and if your mind wasn’t tormented by flashes all the time the nickname would have made your heart flutter “You are still recovering. But even after your body gets better, you will still feel hurt...”

Flashes kept showing themselves, making you sit on the bed irritated.

Steve quickly supported your upper body with his, because dizziness hit you. Your body tumbled to the side but he opened his arms and sat on the edge of the bed, facing you. Your head landed on his shoulder and you noticed that he made no effort to actually grab you, his hands hovering around your arms as yours squeezed his shirt.

You closed your eyes, starting to feel an horrible sensation building in your stomach. Your heart started to race and so did your breath, but you couldn’t force your voice out anymore. It felt like words were stuck in your throat. Memories flooded your mind and you could swear that sounds and smells were the same of when you were there.

He cautiously allowed his arms to close around you in an embrace. His warmth spread through your body.

“I’m here...” you remembered your hallucinations saying the same.

What if all of that was another one? What if suddenly you were going to wake up again on that strecher?

“S-Steve...” you mustered enough strength to say.

“Yeah?”

“Please... h-help me...”

His heart clenched and he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I’m here with you. I’ll take care of you, Y/N... you’ll get better... breath with me...” he kept whispering soothing words in your ear until finally you managed to calm your breath.

“I’m... s-sorry...” you whispered, still glued to his torso, his heartbeat calming you even more than his voice.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, love...” he said, pulling back to look at you “Unfortunately I’m used to this. It is something pretty normal when people survive situations like the one you did. I had already asked Tony to look for a psychologist to come and talk to you as soon as you woke up... I just... I wished I had saved you sooner...”

“Hey... it’s not like you delayed because you wanted to...” you answered, knowing how much Steve probably was blaming himself “Besides... you did save me in the end...”

He stared at you for a moment before slowly reaching to your face again. This time you didn’t scooted away, letting his fingers caress your cheek.

“I’ll help you go through this... I promise...”

You gave him a weak smile, letting yourself be engulfed by his warmth again.

Little did you know that Steve made a promise with himself too. Being Captain America was really hard and knowing that he wasn’t able to protect one of the most important people to him hit him hard. He vowed that he would never again let anything happen to you, not even allow you to feel the slightest unsafe.

He didn’t had to voice that though.

Because you already felt safe again in his arms.

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Rayonfrozenwings Masterlist and Explanation.

Updated 16th September 2018.

::: Find the list below the intro:::

:: Intro ::

These Fan theories have been released from after EOS as that is when I joined Tumblr, I lurked for a long time in the fandom, only liking and not re-blogging, then I started adding comments to other people’s posts, eventually re-blogging them. I was a serial lurker. haha. There is some amazing theories out there especially if you look for ‘tog6 theory’ in the fandom on older blogs - a time before we knew “Tower of Dawn” was going to be a full book.

I have tried to source other Url’s in my theories if I expand on a point or want to give credit for the fact that they also had this type of theory, coz it's not cool to take other peoples ideas if you know they are out there (same ideas unknowingly being shared are ok because we can draw the same conclusions - I’m just sharing how I work and I like to give credit where it is due).

As different books came out my theories changed.

As I re-read for the third or fourth time, my theories changed.

Some of my Theories I like.

Some I have drifted away from, like a friend you no longer see because you’re too busy.

Some I think might still be valid - if only a small proportion of them.

I write theories with an open mind. I put them out into the world with the hope that people will discuss them with me when I do that. Some of my theories weren’t really seen by others because I was/am a small blog and I’m ok with that. And some theories blew up because a few big blogs shared it and i’m ok with that too.

If you disagree with the Erilea post I have written, I keep an open mind to all possibilities.

And The reason I choose not to fully believe SJM’s tweet about ACOTAR and TOG being linked is because of three reasons. The first is that she said they could live in the same multi-verse (so a “sliders” style parallel universe perhaps?). The Second is that she used a winky face! A winky face in the tweet. What does that mean!!!! And the Third is that I read another book series by Terry Brooks and he said his series were not linked for the longest time. Then years later he said -oh yeah, they are linked and this series is kinda a prequel but I couldn’t tell you that at the time, because “spoilers”. And I think Sarah would twist the truth to keep us from looking too closely and ruining our own enjoyment of her books. Also it is just a theory. Does it really matter? Pretend its an AU type of thing :P.

However some of them I really really am invested in (e.g. my Truth Teller theory because it just feels so right to me and the Weavers Lament because it feels right too). And I just really really want to be told that I have something right!

::So without further ado ::

I’m making a Masterlist of my work. Mostly Theory but I dabbled in some fic writing as well, it just depends on my mood. So I have also included some of those pieces. Theories tend to come thick and fast when a new book is released and discussed. Or when we all re-read before the next book comes out - as you will see by my published dates. Have a browse - I’ve left the this as Url’s rather than hyperlinks because it makes it easier for me to keep track of what I do and don’t have listed. I may change it later if I feel like it. :D

I hope I found everything, sifting through my long ass blog is annoying.

*** THIS IS NOT SPOILER FREE: I AM CURRENTLY UP TO DATE WITH ALL SJM’s BOOK RELEASES (except Kingdom of Ash - as it hasn’t come out yet). I TALK ABOUT BOTH SERIES IN POSTS. IF YOU HAVE ONLY READ ONE SERIES I CANNOT GUARANTEE THAT THE THEORY WILL BE SPOILER FREE FOR THE OTHER ONE. ESPECIALLY WHEN I HAVE CROSSOVER THEORIES. ***

:: RAYONFROZENWINGS MASTERLIST ::

Posts are in Order of Date Published on Tumblr.

Most Recent First. (NEW) September 16th 2018 - The Interconnection of ACOTAR and TOG and what this means for Kingdom of Ash.

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/178126351358/the-interconnection-of-acotar-and-tog-and-what

May 5th 2018 - Renee’s crazy amalgamation of theories - Part 2.

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/173589912933/part-two-an-addition-to-renees-crazy-theory

May 4th 2018 - Renee’s Crazy Amalgamation of Theories after reading ACOFAS.

- https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/173572241063/renees-crazy-amalgamation-of-theories-after

March 5th 2018 - Maeve as Lani the Goddess of Dreams

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/171540195098/fan-theory-maeve-as-lani-goddess-of-dreams-and

And https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/171540160743/what-if

the quick summary of that theory. Maeve as the first embodiment of desire in the universe.

March 5th 2018 - Creepy Foreshadowing in HOF (Also here is a link to a fan fic based on this topic written by someone else - it can also be found in the reblogs of my post as I didn’t know it existed before writing mine.)

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/171528748258/guys-there-is-some-creepy-foreshadowing-in-heir-of

Feb 20th 2018 - A New Acolyte, a tiny fan fic.

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/171084627053/a-new-acolyte

Jan 6th 2018 - The Weavers Lament - A Poem based on my Theory assumptions. (most of these theory assumptions were made on my acc ‘reneestowerofdawnspoilers’ because I was trying to keep my freak outs contained to a side blog after reading TOD).

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/169363770928/the-weavers-lament

Nov 6th 2017 - Truth Teller and the Subtle Knife https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/167176210028/truth-teller-vs-the-subtle-knife

A Theory about Azriel’s Blade Truth Teller, and how Elain was able to kill the king of Hybern.

Nov 4th 2017 - Part One and Part two on The Archeron sisters, their possible link to the fates and the origins of their family.

PART 1 - The Archeron sisters as the fates.

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/167094350393/the-archeron-sisters-as-the-fates-moirai-part

A Theory about the sisters as fates - Lachesis as Nesta, Clotho as Feyre, and Atropos as Elain. This then moves into part 2 …

PART 2 - Speculation on the Archeron Mother

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/167094408403/speculation-on-the-archeron-mother

Where the mother is possibly linked to the Mercenary in ACOTAR and a goddess.

Nov 3rd 2017 - Starfall and the Wild Hunt

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/167067744473/starfall-and-the-wild-hunt-a-acotartog-fan

An ACOTAR and TOG Crossover Theory, involving why Amren is so afraid of Starfall, the importance of Wyrd Gates and Wyrd Keys, The hounds of Erawan.

Nov 3rd 2017 - Galaythanius - name stuff

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/167074118023/ok-so-i-posted-a-theory-about-starfall-and-the

Just me jumping to conclusions about a link between a name that sounds like galaythanius and Artemis.

Oct 19th 2017 - Erilea

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/166565225118/erilea

A Theory about a possible crossover of Erilea and Prythian..

Have a look at the gif I made to see if you want to read it... >.<

Some of my Older Theories below have the assumption that ACOTAR is based on a bible based world or at least some of the characters are. However my thoughts have changed since writing these theories. I didn’t understand how much from all mythologies and religions around the world cross-over, so It's possible this is still true, or that SJM drew some ideas from it; but it's equally possible that she drew from greek/ roman/ norse/ egyptian/ jewish/ christian / folk tales etc etc. it is very hard when theory is an ever evolving process involving lots of discussion and viewpoints. So I still love these theories but I do recognise that anything is possible. Also comparative theology would be freaking amazing to study and I kind of wish I was still at uni.

Oct 14th and 15th 2017 (A collection of theories based on the Bible)

- The Story of Prythian

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/166412696743/the-story-of-prythian

- Feyre as Jesus Christ and Saviour

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/166412698178/feyre

- Angels - Fallen Angels and The Prison, Amren, Bryaxis, The Bone Carver and Styrga.

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/166412699068/angels

- Angels continued - High Lords as Descendants

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/166412700453/angels-continued

- Origins of the Illyrians - The fall of the Watchers

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/166412701713/origins-illyrians

- Predictions based on this series of theories

https://rayonfrozenwings.tumblr.com/post/166412704178/acotar-fan-theory-predictions-past

and i’m done.. for now. Acofas is only 2 more sleeps away, so i’m sure I’ll think of something else soon. >.<

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