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elk96 · 7 months

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Until The Sun Beams Through 2

Henry Wilson(Shivering Soldier) X OC

Henry wakes up to find Sam missing, but on her return, a step to the right direction is made.

Warnings: PTSD, wounds, possible mentions of family members' death(can't remember)

H/c

Words: 1083

He squinted, trying to turn his face away from the damn sun that blinded him. He was met with the unmistakable force of the pillow and then the mattress, he couldn't turn over. There was only that slight gap between the curtains, the one that allowed the light to come through. Perhaps he should close it. He should.

But he was too weak to even lift his arm-and the left one burned with pain. As did his head. And his back-and that stinging every time he inhaled…

He felt tears run down the corner of his eyes, spoiling his warmth. Something else was making him cold too, down at his thighs. Everything was painful, foggy. All he could do was wait until the pain swallowed him, drowned him, like the cruel sea had.

When Samantha came back home, she found Henry still laying asleep. She placed all her bags on the kitchen counter, thinking. At the end, she decided to wake him up. It had been fourteen hours since she'd sound him-roughly twelve since he'd fallen asleep. There were things to be done.

She was met with a deep, long groan as she opened the curtains and opened the window a little.

She waited for him to wake up, sat on her chair as always. It took Henry some time to open his eyes, but once he did, he jolted away from her.

She let him look at her like a frightened rabbit until he remembered everything.

"Good morning! I went to the village, brought you stuff".

" Do you need anything before I make us breakfast?"

"Are you cold"?, she asked lastly, a frown creasing her forehead as Henry shivered uncontrollably.

Tired of getting no response whatsoever, she sat on his bed-and immediately regretted it.

Her heart filled with sympathy as she touched the wet mattress.

"Don't worry Henry…", she murmured, gently removing the blankets.

"I'll need you to stand up for a moment, okay"?

Spasms were still running over him, and…he was crying.

Had her brother ended up like that before he died? Frightened out of his mind? And her dad?

She couldn't cry too, when someone was weak the other needed to remain strong. Her dad had taught her that, through broken bones and childbirths, her mother's passing.

"Can you move"?, she asked again with a sligh smile.

"Mm-I'm dizzy", Henry rasped out.

"I'll make you a drink for that, it will help. Do you want to give me your hand"?

Henry gave her the smallest of negative nods.

"I'll need to clean everything up, so you'll sit in the chair for a minute".

Henry shook his head again, his features altered by his shame. He didn't have enough strength to cry, but tears escaped him and it was so shameful to fucking weep like a child.

In an effort to minimize the trouble he caused her, he weakly lifted his body, grabbing her arm like a lifeline before he collapsed to the chair next to the bed.

He kept his eyes low as she brought her own mattress to replace the dirty one, and threw another pair of blankets over it.

Before it was over, a loud bark left him moaning in pain, as his broken ribs convulsed in fear.

"Don't worry, it's Dixie, she's outside, it's just a dog", she reassured him but Sam wasn't quick enough with the bucket.

This time it was only stomach fluids that spilled on the floor.

Maybe he should have died instead of going through all this. Agatha came to his mind, and Peter and Isabelle-and how he missed them. More than he missed his old self. The dog's barking made him hiss.

Before he knew it he was back to his bed, the floor clean, the sunlight replaced by the soft glow of the fire and candles.

With that terrible headache softening just a fraction, Henry found the courage to speak.

"Can you make it stop"?

Samantha looked at him. "The dog? She's here for her food too, she has a puppy to feed. If I let her in and tie her, she'll stop. But she will bark at first", she warned him.

If she was being honest, it wasn't necessary that the two dogs got into the house, but she missed their carefree presence. And perhaps it would help Henry as well.

"Okay", he answered with a strangled voice.

Samantha happily opened the door, closing it behind her before the dogs barged in. Dixie was a large mongrel shepard, their family dog fr over five years. Recently she'd given birth again, to two puppies, and after one of them died, Sam didn't have the heart to give Rick away.

"Hello babies! I missed you, you were gone all day yesterday! I have a surprise for you, a guest. You like guests, don't you Dixie"?

Looping a rope through their collars, she brought them in. Henry tensed the minute he saw them, and Dixie barked a little, but she quickly got used to the idea of an intruder in her house.

Both dogs waited patiently until their food was served, and then they layed on the floor, observing Sam's movements

"Don't worry, I've tied them up", she said as Henry eyed them suspiciously. "Are you hungry"?

"N-no".

"But you have to eat something", she complained.

"I'll just…it won't-

"Only a little bit of bread, please. It won't happen again, don't worry. This will help".

She placed a hot cup in the bed, next to a small slice of bread.

"Is that chamomile"?, Henry asked quietly, the furrow leaving his brow for the first time.

"Yes, with lemon and honey. It will do good to you".

"'M fine", he whispered, his cheeks already flushed with shame.

"It's normal. You went through hell and came back. Your healing is all that matters", Sam told him in a tone she hoped would make him understand. "Just let me help you, please".

He was beyond help- he had turned into an animal, but she couldn't possibly imagine, so he tilted his head, grabbed the cup, brought it with trembling hands to his mouth. The smell of chamomile itself was soothing, soft, comforting.

Memories of picking up the flower with his kids flushed through his mind, their giggles, their little hands getting all dirty and muddy, him helping them cut the chamomile without taking out its roots.

He missed them. He missed their laughs. He missed their chubby faces. He was alive. But he couldn't go back.

#shivering soldier #shivering soldier x oc #henry wilson h/c #henry wilson x oc #henry wilson #shivering soldier dunkirk

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wreckrinho · 1 month

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silly sketch of Eny and Tobias! Eny is super annoying and loves to hate Tobias

btw I changed his eye color. now he has heterophobia in his eyes/ij

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pascaloverx · 7 months

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Masterlist

FANFIC: AS IT WAS (bucky barnes x oc); (steve rogers x oc) (+18) COMPLETE

*pictures credits are not mine, credits to their owners

SEASON ONE

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six (M)

chapter seven (M)

chapter eight

final chapter

SEASON TWO

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen (final)

ao3 link

#fanfic bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #steve rogers x original female character #original female character #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers #marvel #original character #james barnes #sam wilson #wanda maximoff #yelena belova #henry cavill

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eddysocs · 2 years

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Primo Porno (Henry Desmond x Kip Wilson x OC)

Summary: Kip brings home a dirty video and tries to get Dawn and Henry on board, but they have other plans.

Word Count: 1,019

Warnings: Soft smut, threesome, porn video mentions

Kip came bursting through the door of their shared apartment, brandishing a VHS tape. Still dressed as Buffy, his wig was askew, his dress falling off one shoulder, and his left shoe was practically falling off his foot. He was truly a piece of work looking like he was. He stood there panting for a moment, sweat forming at his brow, undoubtedly from racing up here.

"Calm down, Lassie. What is it, girl," Henry deadpanned, causing Dawn to laugh. Kip ripped off his wig with his free hand to cool himself off, and took a couple of extra seconds to catch his breath.

Kip didn’t even try to mock Henry for the lame joke, he was so excited. "I just got us some primo adult entertainment," Kip alluded. Both Henry and Dawn shifted their gaze from Kip to the tape in his hand, piecing it all together.

"You didn’t," Henry accused.

"Kip, isn’t that a little…seedy," Dawn questioned.

"Nah, I mean sure, some is in poor taste, but this is the good stuff. Wanna watch it?" He really was like a dog with a bone over this, and even under the circumstances, Henry found it all a bit amusing. Dawn, however, was a bit more skeptical.

"I assume that is why you bought it," Henry quipped as Kip put his wig in the closet. Kip then made a childish face, sticking his tongue out at Henry as he went over to put the tape in their brand new player. For better or worse, they decided to go along with him, at least for a while.

It started off tame enough. The acting wasn’t stellar, but after having watched a couple of B movies recently, they couldn’t fault it as being all that bad either. The girl was a tall redhead, busty with a small waist, absolute perfection for this kind of role, though personally, she didn’t do anything for Dawn nor Henry. Kip could get excited at a piece of paper if they drew a pair of boobs on it.

The male co-star wasn’t all that much to write home about either. He was fit enough, but too tan, and his oiled up body was unrealistic for coming over to fix a leaky pipe. Not that X-rated movies were meant to be realistic, but still. Trying to ignore what they deemed its obvious flaws, Henry and Dawn patiently awaited things to start heating up, and when they did, they were even less impressed than before. Kip was eating it all up, but Henry wasn’t really feeling it and Dawn had had enough. When it got really graphic, she left the room, locking herself in the bathroom.

Henry noticed her escape immediately. Kip, still engrossed in the tawdry film, had to be elbowed in the side before he realized that Dawn was no longer on the couch with them. "Where’d she go?"

"Bathroom. I really don’t think she’s as into this as you are, Kip."

"You are though, right?" Henry shrugged. It wasn’t like he was disgusted, but it wasn’t doing its job of turning him on either. He much preferred just being with the two of them, no outside stimulation needed.

Kip shut the movie off and went over to the bathroom door. "Dawn? Are you okay?"

"I’m fine," came the muffled response through the door.

"Come out and sit with us," Kip invited. "I turned it off." Kip heard the knob turn and Dawn stepped out. She walked back to the couch and plopped herself on the middle cushion next to Henry. Kip sat on her left.

"I’m sorry I wasn’t into it. It was okay for a while and then I just started comparing myself to that woman and thinking that’s what you wanted from me and I couldn’t take it anymore, Kip."

Kip was shocked. He hadn’t realized it would have that much of an impact on Dawn. "No, I’m sorry. I should have asked. You know I don’t want you any other way than the way you are."

"Neither of us do," Henry supplied. "And to be honest, it wasn’t doing much for me either. I like it when it’s just us."

"I do too," Kip confessed. "I just thought I could spice it up a little. Guess I was wrong."

Dawn shook her head. "You weren’t wrong to try and spice things up," she began.

"Only the way you went about it was wrong," Henry cut in, causing the three of them to laugh, lightening the heavy mood.

"All you really needed to do was ask us how we could spice it up. This…wasn’t it. And that’s okay."

"I’m actually kind of turned on by you still sitting here in that dress," Henry said.

Kip looked down at himself, having completely forgotten he was still wearing the bright pink frock. "You serious?"

"I like it too," Dawn added. "Maybe you can let us help you get the makeup off." To demonstrate what she meant, Dawn leaned over and kissed Kip, transferring some of the light pink gloss on his lips over to hers. Henry was next, taking another layer of pink away from Kip's mouth. And soon they weren’t thinking of the makeup anymore. Or the dirty movie. Just each other.

Clothes finally came off, piling up on the floor beneath them. Fingers trailed over bare skin, causing tickles and laughter, the three of them now fully enjoying one another, their previous worries forgotten. Their moans and sighs mixed together and the teasing never stopped.

Despite a couple awkward positions, they never left the couch when they made love this time, figuring it as good of a place as any in their small apartment. And they remained there after for a time, a mess of tangled limbs, skin pink and sheened with a fine layer of sweat. Dawn rested her head on one side of Kip's chest and Henry rested his on the other. Kip didn’t know what he’d been thinking. Nothing could have improved upon this. This was really primo, and no amount of porn could even come close.

Forever Tag: @arrthurpendragon, @borg-queer, @foxesandmagic, @connietheecunning, @chickensarentcheap

Dawn Martin: @dancingwith-sunflowers, @smutember

#oc: dawn martin #fc: danielle fishel #fd: bosom buddies #dawn x kip x henry #kip wilson #henry desmond #bosom buddies

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runnning-outof-time · 4 months

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K’s Reading List — JANUARY

Hey there! Thanks for stumbling upon this reading list! I figured that as a way to support the lovely writers within this fandom that I’d compile a reading list of all of the stories I read over each month.

January was a wonderful month filled with incredible stories. Below is the list of stories that I read. I hope you will find some that you like as well!

As always, please make sure you heed to the warnings on each fic!!

💜 — denotes a story written for my 4K celebration

@garrison-girl-08

F*ck Buddies - Tommy Shelby x Reader (ongoing mini-series) — some parts contain 🔞 NSFW themes!

A Moment of Happiness - Tommy Shelby x Reader (mini-series)

Blind Date - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — some parts contain 🔞 NSFW themes!

Paranoia - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@apricotg0rl

Dangerously yours - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

@cillmequick

Ignoble Sins - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

The Lockdown Sessions: Oppenheimer Edition - Cillian Murphy x Reader (on-going series) — all parts contain 🔞 NSFW themes!

Dangerous Liaisons - Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons — contains VERY 🔞 NSFW themes!

@darklydeliciousdesires

Devastating - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

First Bloom - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

John Shelby blurb

@call-sign-shark

Of Bending and Breaking - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@raincoffeeandfandoms

The Lonely Rose - Alfie Solomons x OC (Fairytale AU)

Anon - Alfie Solomons x OC blurb

@zablife

All Mine - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Ada’s Tour of the Library - Ada Shelby & Reader — dark fic use caution!

@blueeyesandaflatcap

Inferno - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@noforkingclue

Misunderstandings - Carmen Berzatto x Reader — from The Bear

@mayfieldss

Point Blank - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Girl Dinner - Carmen Berzatto x Reader — from The Bear

@hereforhalstead

Pretty Girl - Jay Halstead x Reader — from Chicago PD

Interrogation - Jay Halstead x Reader — from Chicago PD

@sublimecatgalaxy

Tommy Shelby Blurb

@heavencanbeaprisontoo

Luca Changretta Headcannons

@dearshelby

Dues ex machina - Arthur Shelby x Reader

@peakyscillian

Back On Watery Lane - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@emotionalcadaver

Broken Pieces - Henry Wilson x OC — from Dunkirk

@toms-cherry-trees

Don’t Hold My Hand (I’ll Break Your Heart) - Tommy Shelby x OC (on-going series)

@calummss

John Shelby blurb

@disasterofastory

Haunt Me - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@cljordan-imperium

Tommy & Charlie blurb — 💜

@halsteadlover

Our Little Family - Jay Halstead x Reader — from Chicago PD

@padfootdaredmetoo

Fathers - Tommy Shelby & Finn Shelby

Sacrifice & Survive - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@saintmuses

“when she laughs, the heavens hum a stun gun lullaby” - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

“your breath in my face, your body close to me” - William Killick x Reader — from The Edge of Love

@red-riding-wood

Lost in the Rhythm - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 💜

@writeroutoftime

Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

@peakyscillian

Lazy Mornings - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — contains slight 🔞 NSFW themes!

#k’s reading list #k’s fic recs #k’s recs #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders x oc

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goreisim · 2 months

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DSaF Discord RP: Back to Beginnings

¡!DNI: Proship/Comship, Pedophiles, Incest, Terfs, Rad-Exclus, etc-!¡

Plot

The Henry fight went awry and he managed to get away. It seems the majority of the cast is back and we're back to the beginning.

Things to Note

- THIS RP IS RUN BY MINORS

- OCs are allowed (as long as they have something to do with DSaF and can actually make sense in the realm).

- This RP is semi-serious. We aren’t going to run this like a bootcamp but there will be serious parts and of course not-so-serious parts.

- Ships are allowed (OC x Canon, Canon x Canon, and OC x OC). For OC x Canon please ask beforehand as to much sure we're okay with it. For OC x OC if the other OC isn't yours please make sure the other person is okay with it.

- This RP allows darker subjects, of course there are still limits. If you’re unsure if what you want is to dark just ask.

- This is a CLOSED RP, we have to be selective to get the types of roleplayers we’re looking for. So as much as it may suck we can’t guarantee you’ll get in

- You will need an RP example.

Rules

- No homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc- (Lets be honest if you’re a DSaF fan you’re probably not completely straight).

- This is a 14+ RP.

- If you’re playing a canon character please play them in character (as in think about how they would react, talk, act, etc- in canon). Straying away a little is fine but please try to keep them reasonably in line with how they'd act.

- Use quotes when talking in character.

- If you have anything BIG you want to contribute to the story please talk to the group first. There are some story choices that should be agreed upon before adding them to the story.

- Please have prior RP experience.

- Your character can not be OP. Having a strong character is fine but if they’re like unkillable or unreasonably hard to injure that's overpowered. Some DSaF character have abilities of sorts and anything to falls into that category and would make sense in DSaF is fine. But you may not have straight up super powers.

- Please for the love of god if you have an OC have some even a basic story for them.

- You may not control anyone else's character(s) other than your own.

- No fucked up ships. Pedo, incest, etc- If you’re doing Child x Child dead or not treat them like children. Things like kisses on the cheek, cuddling, and hugging would make sense. But they should not have an adult relationship

- Have at least decent grammar in the RP. Spelling mistakes are completely fine but we should be able to read and understand what you’re saying. Also use full words (ie no: ikr, ik, lol, etc-)

Open Characters (You may pick more then 1)

- M a t t

- Steven Stevenson

- Harry Fitzgerald

- Jack Wilson

- Rodger Jones

- Jimbo Mopson

- THE REAL FREDBEAR

- BlackJack

Contact info if you're interest in joining

- @goreisim on Tumblr

- @_Silentce_ on Instagram

- Silentce on Discord

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maraxp · 9 months

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this is a multifandom blog meaning that i favorite certain fandoms/characters so there will most definitely be more writings for certain characters and fandoms.

please don’t be offended if you send a request for someone and i don’t fulfil it, sometimes the inspiration is lacking for certain characters. i still wish to write though so i will continue to post.

requests are open so you can send them whenever you want !

DO YOU HAVE A MASTERLIST?

my masterlist is the [ 🏴‍☠️ ] at the top of my blog in the navigation, it can also be found on the left hand side of my blog when viewing on desktop.

ARE YOUR REQUESTS OPEN?

please check my masterlist [ 🏴‍☠️ ] for request details, I always try my best to keep it updated.

WHAT DO YOU WRITE FOR?

smut, angst, fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to an extent), blood play, knife play, bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, supernatural, choking, mommy/daddy kink. (wrap it up !)

WHAT DO YOU NOT WRITE FOR?

rpf, necrophilia, incest, daddy/little play, age play (basically pedophilia), spitting, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, miscarriage, any kind of abuse, child fics, any ocs, i avoid the pet name ‘kitten’ like- it’s just.. no.

WHAT DO YOU USE FOR YOUR HEADERS?

i use canva and sometimes ibispaint x. i get most of my images from pinterest.

WHO DO YOU WRITE FOR?

MARVEL

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, gwen stacy, miles morales, tony stark, peter parker (all variants), doctor strange, wade wilson, eddie brock, kate bishop, mary jane

STRANGER THINGS

eddie munson, steve harrington, henry creel, jim hopper

THE WALKING DEAD

negan smith, rick grimes, daryl dixon, maggie greene, glenn rhee, abraham ford, carl grimes, morgan jones, shane walsh, michonne hawthorne, ezekiel sutton, gabriel stokes, eugene porter, rosita espinosa

RESIDENT EVIL

leon scott kennedy, chris redfield, claire redfield, ashley graham, ada wong, luis sera, albert wesker, jill valentine, carlos oliveira, rebecca chambers, sherry birkin, ethan winters, helena harper, alcina dimitrescu, karl heisenberg

MODERN WARFARE II

simon riley/ghost, john mactavish/soap, john price, kate laswell, phillip graves, kyle garrick/gaz, alejandro vargas, könig, gary sanderson/roach, farah karim, valeria garza, rodolfo parra

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU . . .

are racist, homophobic, bigoted, zionist, islamphobic. judgmental to what people enjoy writing/reading. copy or repost my fics without permission. follow me if you’re problematic. send your full fic into my ask box, i will not post it. — if you fit the average dni criteria you will be blocked.

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THIS IS AN N[SFW] BLOG. I ASK THAT MINORS BLOCK THE +18 TAG: 📓. mature - THANK YOU.

#disclaimer #blog rules #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannons #imagine #maraxpfaq #anime / manga #video games #one piece #resident evil #hunter x hunter #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #demon slayer

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emotionalcadaver · 4 months

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Part 2: Broken Pieces

Fandom: Dunkirk

Pairing: Shivering Soldier x OC

Summary: Henry struggles to adjust to life following his dischargement.

Word Count: 1,442

Notes: Warnings for depictions of PTSD and references to past child death and a past suicide attempt. Henry Wilson is the name for the Shivering Soldier created by the lovely people over @henry-wilson.

Masterlists: Main • Series

Previous Part • Next Part

He shot awake with a barely contained scream, legs tangling in the sweat-soaked bed sheets, body thrashing from side to side. There was a thunderstorm inside his mind; twisting winds and screaming and cold water and the roar of fighter engines descending from the sky and the rumble of bombs and above it all the little cry of a poor young boy as Henry’s hands shoved him to his death–

Shooting up out of the bed, Henry all but hurled himself into the tiny ensuite bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before he was vomiting violently, entire body heaving and shaking with it, hands clutching the toilet rim, choking and gagging.

When it was over he slumped back against the opposite wall, pushing weakly at the handle to flush the toilet. A quiet whimper rose from his throat, running a hand through his hair. It was getting long, the fringe falling almost completely into his eyes. But he could barely bring himself to venture outside to buy groceries, let alone go to the barber.

Maybe the next time his mother came to visit he could have her cut it for him.

Returning home had been far more painful than he’d expected. There was no relief, as he had hoped there would be. Instead there were the faces of people who had known him nearly his entire life, looking at him in a combination of surprise and fear. Probably wondering how the lively, if somewhat quirky boy they’d once known could have turned into this absolute shell of a human being, flinching and diving for cover at the smallest of sounds, jerking away from people’s touch, shrinking in on himself whenever someone spoke in a voice that was too loud.

Eventually, he just stopped going out unless he had to. It was better than having to see the disappointment and shock in their eyes. To have to live with the crushing expectations that he would eventually return to his old self; the Henry that they all knew before the war took him away and ripped him to pieces.

But that Henry was dead. He’d drowned out there in the channel, pulled far below the ink black waves.

He’d thought about getting away; going somewhere where no one knew who he was. Start fresh. But he had no idea where he would go. And he knew that wherever he went, he was not going to be able to escape the roar of war that lived in his head.

Wiping his mouth, he braced his hand against the wall to help heave himself up, legs still unsteady as he staggered to the sink, rinsing his mouth out and scooping some cool water onto the back of his neck, splashing it onto his face. He kept his eyes averted from his reflection in the mirror; not needing to see the gaunt, pale, hopeless face that he knew would greet him.

It was still dark out, but he knew better than to try to go back to sleep, instead heading to the kitchen. Reaching into one of the dozens upon dozens of pots with happy, green plants sprouting from them, he tested the feeling of the soil, frowning at the dryness and stooping to dig out the watering can he kept under the kitchen sink, filling it and carefully pouring a stream into the pot. Nodding to himself, he stroked one of the big green leaves tenderly.

Much as he tried not to, his eyes drifted away to the piece of paper still pinned to the bulletin board he had hung up on the kitchen wall. It was overflowing with receipts and little notes, but there was one piece of paper he had up there that always seemed to burn in his mind whenever he even thought of it.

Pulling it free from the pin holding it in place, he leaned against the counter with a sigh, fingers pinching at the worn out edges of the paper, just staring at the address scrawled in looping, faded letters.

He’d tried to throw it away far more times than he could count. But every time he couldn’t bring himself to. Don’t ask him why; he certainly didn’t have any idea.

Weymouth could be a place to start over. Begin again.

A mental image of George, looking down at him curiously, and then the memory of the sound his body had made when he fell–no, when Henry pushed him–exploded into his mind and made him nearly throw up again, the guilt building up in his throat painfully, hands trembling. Bottom lip quivering, he buried his head into one of his hands, shoulders shaking as he started to sob.

He was a murderer. A fucking murderer, he’d killed that child. He’d just been a sweet young boy, and Henry killed him.

There were people in Weymouth who knew George. There had to be. Family, friends. How could Henry go back to that place at all, let alone with the expectation of being accepted or welcomed in any way after what he had done?

And Daisy, sweet and bright with her beautiful hazel eyes and dimpled smile, deserved far better than the jagged, broken pieces of a man that he could offer her.

Shortly after coming home, he’d taken a sharp pair of pruning shears to his wrists. But his mother had found him before it could all be over. He could still remember the look of barely hidden shame in her eyes as she looked down at him in the hospital bed. Just the memory alone was enough to make him want to curl in on himself in shame. Should have used a revolver, like the Duncan’s boy down the street had.

And yet he still could not bring himself to throw away the paper she’d given him with the address to the library that she worked at. Even though it had been too long. If he showed up now, she might have already moved on. Or rightfully be angry with him for taking so damn long. No, no. It would be better for her if he just left her alone. Let her find someone else who could give her a life that didn’t involve having to wake up every night to terrified screaming, or needing to leave public places because they were too loud.

He crumpled the paper up into his palm, squeezing it tight, willing himself to be strong. To not be selfish. She deserves better than me.

It didn’t matter that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Or that the fleeting moments that they’d spent on that little boat had been some of the few flashes of peace and calm he’d felt since Dunkirk.

She deserves better than me.

He was a mess. A failure of a soldier and now just as a person. His mind was blown to utter pieces out there on that battlefield. It was doubtful that he would ever be able to put it back together again.

But he would not burden her with that task. He would not put it on her to fix him.

He was pretty sure that he was unfixable, anyway.

She deserves better than me.

He told it to himself one last time, and let the paper fall into the trash can.

Heaving out a breath, he nodded to himself, once, and moved back to the sink to refill the watering can. But his heart was sinking, the disappointment and loss swirling in his chest. He imagined how she would be, with every passing day. Looking up hopefully each time the library doors opened, shoulders slumping in disappointment. The way that she would wander about the stacks of books, wondering what she’d done wrong to push him away.

Nothing, you did nothing wrong. It was me, all me.

Please just forget about me.

But, god, that hopeful look in her eyes when she’s held the paper out to him…

Slamming the watering can down and cursing in a way that would have made his mother cuff him around the head, he went back to the trash can and pulled from it the crumpled, worn paper, unfolding it to look at the faded words.

It wasn’t like it mattered if he threw it away or not. He’d spent so much time just staring at it that he knew the address like the back of his hand.

Sighing in heavy defeat, he pined the paper back up to the bulletin board. His mind screamed and thrashed with guilt and shame. But at the same time, a warm, quiet hopefulness bloomed in his chest, fingers tracing lightly over Daisy’s looped handwriting.

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Until The Sun Beams Through 1

Henry Wilson ( Shivering Soldier) X OC

After she finds a man washed up on the shore, Samantha has no option but to take care of him.

Warnings: PTSD, mentions of family members's death, mentions of wounds and blood, English is not my first language, off canon

H/c and that's all, okay?

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A bomb dropped as they reached the beach. It landed a few yards away, but the way came crushing them to the cliff, broken wood and water destroying everything. People screamed, and cried out, falling silent as they died. And he was alone, panting, bleeding over the slippery rocks.

He sat up blinded by panic, fighting to draw in a breath because the water was everywhere, he couldn't -he couldn't- he'd end up alone on the rocks again and-

He hadn't realized he was screaming until a low hush startled him.

"Easy soldier. Easy. You're safe. You're safe".

His head dropped to the right, a face there, blurred at the edges. Another hoarse scream escaped him as he jerked away from a grip. Something -someone- was touching him and he didn't want to be touched, he only needed to be alone.

"You're safe! You're safe. It's okay"!, the form repeated, standing up, stepping back a few inches.

Henry was exhausted from his fight with the sea. Against his fears, his breath eased, his vision getting clearer. He was in a cabin, a house-an unfamiliar house-

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you", the voice said before he trailed off again. It was a woman. Young one, pale and scared. More of a girl than a woman. He breathed in, slowly this time so as to control it.

The woman knelt next to him, a towel in her hands. She picked up the pieces of a broken cup from the floor, the towel wet from what smelt like tea. Cheeks burning up with shame, Henry buried his face in his hands. His muscles were still tense when he heard her approaching.

She's making extra noise, he realized, so I don't get scared and fucking hit her…

She dragged her chair towards him, looking at him with gentle eyes-cause that was the only way he'd bear to be looked at and not crumble.

"I found you washed up on the shore, less than fifteen minutes ago".

He tilted his head, wrapping his arms around his mostly naked body. He was shivering. He was cold. Again.

"I'm Samantha. -Sam. My dad called me Sam".

"I'm Henry", he rasped out , taking in her calm, sad demeanor. You should thank her, his conscience said weakly.

"I haven't cleaned your wounds yet", she said apologetically for all the pain she was about to cause him.

Sam fetched a tray with all she needed, while Henry reluctantly shifted in the small bed, so she could work on his back first. His head was heavy and the world a bit blurry but now he was distantly aware of a burning pain across his left shoulder blade.

"Do you have anyone waiting at home? Anyone we could reach, let them know"?, she asked softly, running a damp cloth over his cuts. Henry hissed but did not protest. 'Anyone waiting at home?...' His heart sank in his chest, his wife and kids forever present in his thoughts. He'd been gone for so long, his comrades were all dead so…His family would've forgotten him by now, mourned him and moved in. No point in waiting on a broken man.

"This one will need stitches", she warned him and he realized she was removing a bandage from his arm. He gritted his teeth, taking it for granted that she didn't have any kind of anesthetic. He rejected the towel she offered him to bite, his attention fully focused on her fingers probing his skin. He heard the boiling water splashing as she dipped in the needle and thread.

Sam sucked in a deep breath.

"Ready"?

Henry nodded, clenching his jaw, and then every nerve on his body was gnawing at his skin, the needle poking and digging. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

A low moan escaped him when he inevitably needed to breathe, hand grabbing strongly at something. A last pull at his skin made him flinch, and finally it was over.

"We're done, it's okay. It's alright…", she coaxed him, rubbing the top of his hand, and Henry noticed with despair it was her thigh he was holding onto. He really needed to leave before he did her serious harm. Like a starving animal, he was not to be around people.

Sam wiped off the blood on his arm, washing her hands. For a brief moment she disappeared to the next room and Henry relaxed. She returned, still making unnecessary noises, with a wet towel wrapped in thin fabric.

"It's for your ribs. I think they're broken. It should soothe the inflammation".

Henry pressed it lightly against his side, not quite meeting her eyes. With a deep sigh, Sam went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, hot chicken soup and freshly baked bread. She helped Henry-much to his embarrassment- to balance the plate below his chin while he ate.

In the end, there was only bread left for her, but she was just happy to watch him eat. Her sole concern was that the battered soldier healed, both physically and mentally. One of them would take time.

Once the towel lost its coolness, she wiped the water off his body, reappearing with a blue sweater and a pair of trousers. The fire burning quietly had kept him warm, but he needed clothes to wear.

"These were the smallest I could find. My brother was quite a giant", she smiled, placing the clothes gently on his lap. She helped him maneuver himself inside of them, happiness brewing inside of her.

They were huge on him, but accentuated his eyes beautifully, and his brother's sweater on him made her weirdly… happy. Probably brought back memories.

The whole process had left Henry panting, despite Sam's fears of a sleepless night.

She arranged the pillows carefully behind his head.

"It's better that you sleep kinda half-sat. For your ribs, I mean. Speaking from experience".

Henry blinked slowly, taking his time to process her words-his ears were still ringing from all the noise.

His body tensed when she carefully dragged him upright, but he controlled the urge to fight her off.

He couldn't trust himself anymore.

He was scared.

Always scared.

"I'll be next door. If you need anything, just call. Goodnight Henry", she smiled, and blew out the candles.

He was sad to hear her movements fade into nothing, the unsettling fear in his stomach turned to panic when she left. He was seeing bodies in the dark, hearing the dull echo of the gunshots. Bile filled his mouth and tried though he might to control it, what good were these broken ribs? Every breath was painful, the situation aggravated by his fear of throwing up in her blankets, embarrassing himself in that way too.

Before he knew it, his feet led him blindly to the kitchen's sink, just in time. His body trembled violently as he spat out the little food he'd eaten.

Henry couldn't determine how many days he'd been in the sea for, or laying in that hostile coast, but it had to be a long time. This small incident had strained him of all his strength.

He rested his forehead against the sink, arms splayed out across the counter. In an effort to fucking breathe.

He couldn't stay like that for long, he needed to get back to bed before she came to check in on all the noise. Fighting to stay upright he took the first, daring step, a second following. And then, another bomb dropped somewhere in his fogged out mind, and all else faded away.

Sam was holding her breath, worried about the sudden silence. That loud gap had started her-it sounded like…a body….falling?

But she didn't want to walk in on him all helpless and make him feel even worse-but if she needed her help then…?

With a deep groan she left her bed a few minutes after, only to find him passed away near the kitchen counter.

She lit a couple of candles.

The blood revealed made her cry out, because there was so much blood there, and Henry was lying limp and what if he-

She knelt to the floor, pressing her ear over his heart. She closed her eyes in gratitude at its steady, fast beat.

She tore a piece of her nightgown-thank god she hadn't sewn the hole-and wrapped it around his temple.

He had hit the corner of the counter when he fell, resorting to a deep cut in his head and that pool of blood.

It was hard to carry him to bed, he was skinny and fragile and weak, and still so, so heavy.

Repeating the process she'd followed just an hour ago, she cleaned and stitched the large cut in his temple. He didn't even flinch when the needle tore through his skin, and it worried her.

She revived the fire and then started searching around the small house for notebooks, papers, anything of her father's that might be useful.

She found nothing.

"What am I going to do with you now"?, she breathed out, a hand absent-mindedly brushing his hair. She blinked a few times, trying to contain her tears, but it was too much.

She hadn't slept in months, suddenly left alone, but now a burden was added to her miserable life and she couldn't cry, not really, not when she might wake him up.

But who was she kidding, he wouldn't wake up, he didn't even when she was stitching him up.

A panicky breath made her open her eyes, jumping away from the trashing form.

This time she couldn't bring herself to murmur reassurances, not when the man was fighting air.

Her legs gave out and she slid down the wall to the floor, covering her eyes with her face until the hassle stopped.

She got up to find Henry searching her face, turning his own away when she looked back.

Without a word more, she grabbed the sweater she was knitting and placed her chair near the wall, away from him.

"Is the sound annoying"?, she asked after a while.

Henry couldn't even hear the clicking sound of the needles over his own breath.

"I'll stay then", she said. "Sleep. You need it. And if you fucking need anything-any thing- you come to me. Alright"?

Henry glanced at her with those wide, frightened eyes. It wasn't long before he, completely exhausted, drifted off to a heavy sleep.

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The disassembly drones' former names

I figured that I would share this headcanon with all of you sooner or later. You know each of the disassembly drones’ serial designations? Well, what if their letters were based off their former names back when they were worker drones? And I’m not talking about the first letter of their names. I’m talking about the name of the letter in each of their names. For example, N’s former name was probably either Kenneth, Bennett, or Leonard, and V’s former name probably either Venus, Vivian, or Genevieve. J’s former name was probably either Jamie or Jane, the latter of which I was initially going for Mary Jane (yes, the same name as the famous supporting character from Spider-Man). I’m unsure about CYN or Cynthia, though, largely because that she probably died long before the events of the series that she wasn’t converted into a disassembly drone. Besides, for all we know, she was going on a crazy, murderous rampage that she had to be put down. And if she was converted into a disassembly drone, her designation might be either C from the first letter of her name or T from a phonetic of her name (Cynthia).

The former names should go as followed:

A – Ada, Eva, Avery, Abraham, Adrian

B – Beatrice, Bianca, Phoebe; Sabine

C – Caesar, Cecil, Casey

D – Diesel, Delia, Deanna, Heidi, Nadine

E – Edith, Eden, Elaine, Ian

F – Efrem, Jeffrey, Stephanie

G – Giovanni, Georgina, Regina, Eugene

H – Rachel, Horatio

I – Isaac, Ivan, Isaiah, Ivy, Iris

J – Jane, Jamie, Jayden

K – Katie, Kayla, Casey

L – Eleanor, Elliot, Elias, Elvis, Elmer; Bella, Angelica, Melanie, Danielle, Michelle; Denzel

M – Emma, Emerald, Emmett, Emmerich, Clementine

N – Kenneth, Bennett, Benedict, Leonard, Henry

O – Ophelia, Olivia, Odette, Opal

P – Peter, Penelope

Q – Cueball, Queue

R – Archie, Armand, Charles, Harley

S – Essence, Estelle, Esther, Jessica, Lester, Marquess

T – Christina, Valentina, Misty

U – Ulysses, Unity, Eunice, Eustace

V – Venus, Vivian, Genevieve

W – Winston, Wilson

X – Xavier, Rex, Alexander

Y – Wyatt, Wyvern, Wyoming

Z – Ezekiel, Lindsay, Suzie

I also want to share that I used to have a theory that J, N, and V used to be regular secretary drones before being converted into disassembly drones, as well as my former headcanon that N used to be friends with his assigned human coworker.

Anyway, that’s all I have for this headcanon for now. This might be re-edited soon, but if you’d like to add in some additions, feel free to do so in the replies and reblogs. You can use this list as an outline for your OCs if you want. And I’ll see you all next time.

P.S. If Uzi were to transform into a disassembly drone, should her designation be either U or Z?

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As It Was

Chapter Five

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Summary: Our protagonist engages in an intriguing game with Killian, a mysterious and charming man. Meanwhile, she orchestrates a plan with Steve.

Warnings: Use of explicit language, future adult content, potential depiction of physical and verbal violence. Minors are advised not to read or engage with this story.

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Two days after the most bizarre staff meeting I've ever had, I was on a plane with Steve Rogers. It would be obvious to assume that Dave would be with us but he took an early flight to study the environment we will be in today and make sure we could access the great Killian.

"Going over our strategy: you and I have been dating for a short time, you want something I can't give you so it will be easy to look unhappy around Killian. He will fall for the story of the woman unhappy in the relationship and will rescue you. Your job is to keep him occupied long enough for Dave and I to break into Killian's room and bug him. Understood?" Steve says while his face almost pressed against mine. He's been ensuring that every detail of our safety on the plane is memorized by me for almost two minutes, taking precautions to make sure I feel secure. I should never have told him about my fear of heights. He went through the safety procedures three times before remembering to brief me about the mission. At least he bought me chocolate and held my hand while we were taking off.

"Should I complain to him about you telling me how boring you find me in bed, or should I save that information for our second date?" I smiled falsely as he scolded me with his gaze. This man always seems to have the humor of someone a hundred years old or more.

"Do your best to make me look like a terrible man, but remember, the best way to lie about something is to believe your own lie. There's no use lying about something that even in your imagination you don't find true." He winks quickly as I'm somewhat surprised by his response. Who would've thought Rogers knows how to be confident.

"Understood, Captain. Lying about things I think you might be terrible at and keeping a dangerous man entertained long enough will be my objectives for tonight." I say while gently locking eyes with my mission partner.

"Maybe it's a good idea to go over some details about us, considering we're a couple. So, girlfriend, what's your zodiac sign?"

"Your first question about me is my zodiac sign? I thought you'd be more creative than that, boyfriend."

"Go with the flow and don't judge my creativity or lack thereof. By the way, I'm a Cancer, since you asked."

"Surprised you know your sign, but going along with your 'getting to know each other' questions, I'm an Aquarius. Now, my turn to ask, what's the last song you listened to?"

"Unforgettable, Nat King Cole. How about you?" He says as he sits more comfortably to face me, I feel like I'm on a quiz show. I must admit that I'm finding it amusing to go on this mission with this rather surly, blond, attractive agent?

"Ordinary People by John Legend. Favorite color?" It's fun, this question and answer game. A great distraction.

"Blue, like the ocean. I think there is an inexplicable calm in looking at the sea for a while. It makes me feel like life has meaning. Your favorite color is definitely red." Steve Rogers says as he takes a sip from his decaf coffee. An interesting fact I discovered is that despite Rogers' lifestyle requiring him to be awake as much as possible, he's trying to cut down on caffeine.

"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have been able to find that out in a dossier with my information. How did you guess?"

"The bracelet you're wearing today, just like on our date, is red. Your dress that night was red too, and if I had to guess, I'd say your…" He analyzes me as his voice fades away, realizing he might be crossing a line. He then composes himself and asks me about my favorite book. When I respond that I really like Jane Austen's books, he smiles, commenting that he didn't picture me as someone who would be stuck between choices. We spent the next hour talking about superficial details of each other's lives. I found out that he chose a career in law enforcement because he was bullied as a child. He learned that I didn't spend much time with my dad but rather with an endless stream of babysitters. He had traveled the world, whereas I had only moved from one state to another due to my father's job. But he had never been to Turkey, where I went for my honeymoon. All thanks to my workaholic husband and an undercover mission he had to complete. After a while, I thought that for a fake relationship, we’ll need more than just knowing each other's trivia. Chemistry is necessary too.

"Running the risk of sounding desperate for human contact, I have to point out that if we're going to pretend we've seen each other naked, it might be interesting to at least share our first kiss before that." What's happening to me? How can I suggest kissing a man just days after kissing Barnes? Why did I want to kiss him in the first place? And why do I want to kiss Rogers now?

"I guess your logic is right. Pretending to be with someone requires physical contact, even if it's just for you to pretend to cheat on me. I also think it's necessary to see if you can do it." Rogers says somewhat arrogantly. His foreplay involves assuming that the person he's going to kiss has no experience, apparently.

"I don't want to state the obvious, but I was already married, to someone I kissed almost constantly, so if you don't want to do this with me, at least admit that the problem is..." I can't finish the sentence because his lips are already on mine. Gently, very gently. Seconds later, it's like I want more. More of him and the taste of decaf coffee his mouth brings me. I hold onto his hair tightly, feeling our lips syncing. I swear, if a passenger hadn't faked a cough to interrupt us, I might have spent more time savoring Rogers. I was embarrassed, the idea of the kiss was mine, and I was the one who intensified it. Fortunately, we were saved by the pilot who announced that we were about to land. I settled back in my seat, not making a sound. As usual, Rogers had a serious expression, as if I had kicked him in the intimate parts. It seemed he didn't expect the kiss to be so intense either. Maybe it was his way of teaching me a lesson. I should be mad at him, but somehow, it left me more intrigued. I'll have to deal with these feelings later. For now, we have a mission to accomplish. Upon a smooth landing, we arrived at the hotel where Killian was staying to check in. I wondered if Dave made me wear a tighter, somewhat uncomfortable outfit because there was a chance Killian might already be here. Maybe having dinner with someone in the restaurant or sleeping with someone in his room. Thinking about how crucial it is to make a good impression on Killian makes me incredibly nervous.

Just as we were about to go up to our suite, Rogers received a call. He muttered in a formal tone that he would need to take the call privately and that I should go upstairs and get ready for later. He didn't even look at me as he spoke, just headed towards the hotel entrance while I carried my suitcase. If I had known he would react like this because of a kiss, I simply wouldn't have done it. I try to pretend I'm not offended as I make my way to the elevator. I step inside, and just as I'm about to press the button, someone holds the door. Killian. His gaze is icy blue, capable of freezing my soul if he wished. His beard accentuates his mustache, and his hair seems to have been freshly trimmed. He's wearing a dark navy suit that looks more expensive than the hotel's daily rate. We're heading to the same floor, so I let him press the button. I can't help but react. In this moment, it feels like this blouse I'm wearing is going to suffocate me. I start breathing more rapidly, and he seems to have noticed.

"I usually make a strong first impression, but no one has ever been breathless just by seeing me." I end up laughing involuntarily, how embarrassing. His comment breaks the tension, and I find myself chuckling despite the awkward situation.

"Sorry to ruin your moment, but my shortness of breath is due to being stuck in this tight outfit for six hours, and I'm not a fan of confined spaces." I reply, trying to ease the awkwardness with a hint of humor. "Elevators and I don't really get along well." Killian cracks a smile, lightening the atmosphere as the elevator continues its ascent.

"You look beautiful, but if this outfit makes you uncomfortable, you should get rid of it. I stand by the philosophy that what doesn't help me needs to be eliminated." Killian says, his tone sincere. His words give me a moment of pause, contemplating the deeper meaning behind them. I find myself wondering if I inconvenience him, will he eliminate me too? The thought lingers in my mind, adding a layer of uncertainty to our encounter.

"I'll take your words into consideration and get rid of it as soon as possible." I reply, trying to sound confident despite my lingering unease. His piercing gaze softens, and he nods in understanding. The elevator dings, indicating our arrival at the desired floor, and we both step out, the tension between us momentarily dissipating.

"Should you require assistance, we reside on the same floor." Killian's voice, low and velvety, resonates with an alluring undertone. His eyes, deep pools of mystery, lock onto mine, holding a promise of secrets yet to be revealed. "Feel free to drop by anytime. Surprises tend to be quite... intriguing." he adds, a subtle smirk playing on his lips before he gracefully disappears down the hallway, leaving me captivated by his enigmatic aura. I was so captivated by him that I forgot to mention my fake boyfriend, and theoretically, I should be staying faithful to him. Damn. The realization hits me, and I can't help but feel a pang of guilt mixed with the lingering allure of Killian's mysterious charm.

I enter the suite and I'm awestruck; the view is perfect. God bless whoever is paying for this mission. Oh, wait, that unfortunate person is partially me. But right now, my concern is getting out of these clothes and into that beautiful bathtub. Steve takes quite a while to return, giving me enough time to wash up and do my hair and makeup. But now, I'm undecided about which dress to wear. He walks into the room just as I'm staring at the clothing options for the evening.

"Regardless of the outfit you choose, you'll be perfectly appropriate for tonight. Just know that I will be leaving this room on time, whether you're dressed or not." Steve says sternly, his voice devoid of any warmth, making it clear he won't tolerate any delays. I feel a surge of indignation rising within me.

"Darling, I also consider it a blessing that you and I are having a rendezvous in Vegas, and I understand that we need to be pleasant so that a certain someone finds you attractive." I say, my tone laced with irony, making it clear that Steve should be supporting me, not treating me like a nuisance. My words hang in the air, challenging his rigid demeanor. He doesn't say anything more, just walks into the bathroom and starts showering. The nerve of this arrogant, know-it-all, irresistibly infuriating man. My anger simmers as I try to focus on getting ready, but his attitude lingers, making it difficult to shake off the irritation that courses through me. I decide to wear a black dress with golden accents and a slit down the leg. Dave has prepared incredible options to ensure I look impeccable. Despite my frustration, I can't help but appreciate his effort to make me feel confident and stylish for the evening.

Hours later, we were ready, and I would be lying if I didn't admit that Rogers looks breathtaking. He's so focused and silent that he doesn't even bother pretending he hasn't been ignoring me since the kiss. His intensity only adds to the tension in the room, making it almost palpable.

Dave sent an encrypted message to Rogers, providing directions for our next moves. According to Dave, he has the access key to Killian's room, and during the main party at the Kill of the Night club, Killian's security personnel usually tail him. This includes the hotel manager, who owes his life to Dave and happens to be an old fling of his. The intricate web of connections and secrets only deepens as our plan unfolds.

"How can one simple, tiny, insignificant moment make you so grim?" I say as we walk toward the club. We don't make eye contact, but I can sense that if he were to look at me now, he'd have a deadly gaze. Not figuratively. There's an unresolved mysterious tension between us, and Steve seems to be struggling to contain it, his restraint only adding to the intensity of the moment. The air crackles with anticipation as we step into the nightclub, both of us acutely aware of the enigmatic emotions hanging between us.

"Are you saying our kiss was insignificant?" He stops in front of me. We're face to face, and I can feel the tense atmosphere seeping into my soul. The intensity of his gaze sends shivers down my spine, making it hard to breathe.

"Don't pretend that I'm offending you. You're treating me like I'm a bacterial infection and you've taken antibiotics. So don't play the 'Mr. I'm offended to be called insignificant' moment with me." I retort, my words laced with a mix of frustration and defiance.

"I'm just frustrated. That kiss wasn't professional. Nothing we've been doing since the plane feels professional. The last time I was unprofessional, I almost ended up marrying my partner and had to deal with the pain of a breakup where I constantly see my ex. I'm sorry if that insignificant moment threw me off balance." Steve admits, his voice a mix of vulnerability and raw honesty. His words hang in the air, the weight of his confession adding a layer of complexity to our already tangled emotions.

"I know you have a bad history with unprofessionalism, but I'm not your ex. I was just trying to get closer to you. If Killian suspects anything between us, everything is at risk. So I'm sorry if it triggered something negative in you, but for now, we can pretend that moment was insignificant." I say, my voice softening with understanding. I'm trying to bridge the gap between us, to find a way to navigate the complexities of our situation while maintaining our cover.

There's nothing more to say, but it doesn't matter anymore. We're in front of the club, so we enter into a silent agreement that we must move forward. The unspoken understanding hangs between us, and we step inside the nightclub, the pulsating music engulfing us as we immerse ourselves in the mission, temporarily setting aside the complex emotions and tensions that linger beneath the surface.A club was packed, the music thumping so loudly that it reverberated through my chest. The atmosphere was electric, a swirling mix of laughter, chatter, and the occasional burst of music. Amidst the pulsating crowd, a woman with long, brown hair approached Steve and me. Her eyes glimmered with mystery, and a sly smile played on her lips as she sized us up.Steve, for the first time, appeared visibly nervous in front of me. His usually composed demeanor faltered, revealing a crack in his facade. It was a subtle change, but I noticed; a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as he exchanged a few words with the enigmatic woman. I couldn't help but wonder who she was and what role she might play in the unfolding events of the night. The air crackled with intrigue as our paths crossed, adding another layer of complexity to our mission.

"What are you doing here?" they say simultaneously. And I realize, it's her. Peggy Carter, a respected former agent and Steve's former fiancée. The atmosphere around us shifts slightly as we acknowledge each other, the recognition of her presence adding a layer of intrigue to the already mysterious night.

"Mission, I'm undercover. You must know that Killian has been on the FBI's radar for years, and I'm here undercover." Peggy says, her tone calm and composed. The weight of her words hangs in the air, emphasizing the seriousness of the situation. There's a sense of respect between them, acknowledging the shared mission despite the complexities of our personal history.

"We're here together, on a personal trip. My love and I came to explore the beauties of Las Vegas, didn't we, dear?" I say, gently holding Steve's waist. I know he can explain the situation more clearly to her later, but for now, I need to pretend that we are indeed a couple. With my peripheral vision, I've already spotted one of Killian's guards. He could be anywhere. The need for caution hangs in the air, urging us to maintain our cover and blend in seamlessly with the crowd.

"I didn't know you were dating. Some move on quicker than others..." Peggy remarks, her expression unreadable. The unspoken questions linger in the air, creating a palpable tension that remains unresolved. Steve and I exchange a glance, silently reaffirming our commitment to the mission and the need to maintain our cover, even in the face of unexpected encounters.

"You know when it's meant to be, it just is.” Steve finally regains his composure, uttering these words with a touch of irony. I glance at him, smiling faintly, but our attention quickly shifts as we spot Killian. I have a plan. I'll make Steve leave me for Peggy right in front of Killian, and he'll want to console me. Fingers crossed, I think, hoping my scheme will unfold smoothly in this high-stakes game of deception.

"I think it's a lot of information to process so quickly. How about you ask her to dance while I go get us some drinks, love?" I say, giving Steve a peck on the cheek and casting a glance towards Killian, who is watching our direction. Steve understands my cue and extends his hand towards Peggy, inviting her to dance. The plan is in motion, and I hope it plays out as intended, creating the distraction we need for our mission. I try to appear upset as I watch Peggy and Steve dancing together, and in the end, maybe I do feel a twinge of oddity about it. Nevertheless, I forge ahead, pretending not to notice that Killian is nearby as I make my way to the bar. Keeping my emotions in check, I focus on the mission, ordering drinks and keeping a vigilant eye on the surroundings, ready for whatever challenges might come our way.

I order a Negroni sbagliato with prosecco at the bar, watching the bubbles of the prosecco dance on the red surface of the cocktail. I feel the blend of bitter and citrusy flavors dance on my tongue as I keep my gaze fixed on the glass, trying to ignore Killian's presence as he approaches with his intoxicating charm. Killian glides over with inherent elegance, his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine. I shiver down my spine as he smiles enigmatically, as if he's reading my thoughts. His voice is smooth and melodic as he addresses me, creating an aura of mystery that completely envelops me. While we observe Peggy and Steve from a distance, a silent game of glances and unspoken words unfolds between us, making the atmosphere even more charged with tension and intrigue.

"Is this seat taken?" Killian says, his eyes locked onto mine, a faint smile playing on his lips. I smile back, pointing to the seat beside me while taking a sip of my drink, feeling a rush of confidence as I play my part in this intricate charade. He's dressed in a dark, casually stylish outfit, incredibly suave. I can't help but notice his strong hands, confidently holding the whiskey glass. The way he moves with assurance throughout the space exudes an air of mystery and elegance. His posture is impeccable, and his gestures are calculated, as if each movement is a carefully orchestrated part of his intriguing charm. Shadows play on his face, enhancing his striking features, while his gaze, deep and penetrating, seems to conceal secrets known only to him. He stands as an enigmatic figure amidst the crowd, a true master in the art of disguise and seduction.

"I thought a man who so openly showcases his ability to entertain visitors to assist ladies in uncomfortable outfits would already be accompanied at this hour." I say, my tone laced with a subtle challenge, testing the waters to gauge his reaction.

"Perhaps I was expecting a visitor who didn't show up. I'm pleased to see you managed to look stunning and comfortable after our first encounter." he says, his voice smooth as silk, the hint of a smile playing on his lips. His words are laden with meaning, implying a certain level of appreciation for my appearance while keeping the conversation tantalizingly ambiguous. I offer a gracious smile in return, acknowledging his compliment with a nod, all the while maintaining the facade of our supposed connection.

"I appreciate your compliment, but I must mention for the future of this conversation that I am currently romantically involved." I reply, my tone polite but firm. The statement hangs in the air, drawing a subtle boundary between us, a reminder of the line that shouldn't be crossed. Killian nods in understanding, his enigmatic smile never wavering, but there's a glint of intrigue in his eyes, as if he enjoys the challenge presented by my words.

"Such a pity, for your romantic interest, that is…" he says, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Luckily, I'm neither jealous nor monogamous." His words carry a certain daring, a challenge thrown my way as he tests my reaction. I maintain a composed facade, acknowledging his statement with a polite nod, while inwardly noting the intrigue and complexity of the situation. The conversation between us takes on a subtle dance, each word and gesture laden with a delicate balance of power and intrigue.

"From where I'm standing, you seem to be the kind of trouble a good girl should run from. Fortunately for you, I'm not always good." I reply, my tone carrying a hint of playfulness, masking the underlying tension that simmers beneath our exchange.

As we finish our drinks, he asks me if I'd like to join him for a dance. And in that moment, I know the mission is finally about to begin. With a nod and a faint, seductive smile, I accept his invitation, my eyes locking onto his with an alluring intensity. There's a spark of curiosity in Killian's gaze, as if he's captivated by the mystery that surrounds me. The dance floor beckons, and with each step, I draw him deeper into the web of intrigue. The night is still young, and the game has only just begun.

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inkyinkwells · 6 months

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Welcome to the Inkwell Au!

ASK BOX/QUESTIONS RULES!

The ask box is now officially OPEN and ready to answer any questions, unless you read the rules down below! Please read before asking a question, thank you! - Zillion (Owner)

Rules:

Please be respectful of my AU and HCS, there's no reason for debate and arguing, you'll just be ignored and forgotten about. It's incredibly rude to be a negative person on this blog, even if you hate my views, just please move on!

Keep 18+ asks to a minimum and censored, don't just outright explain your weird kinks and fetishes you wanna see in characters. I'll allow such as outfits and positions.

Anonymous are allowed as seen previously on this blog!

You are allowed to hug characters! The characters you can hug will be listed down below.

You can ask me questions just no 18+ , I'm not comfortable when it's about me.

Don't spam the ask box please! One person can submit 2 questions only!

Do not harm any characters! You'll be ignored.

OCs will be included in this blog and drawn at a later time however their names will he listed, some are available for questions.

You can ask the benry (bendy x henry) children however the older ones will be answering the questions, their names will be listed.

PLEASE DO NOT MAKE FUN OF MY SHIPS AND DEBATE ME. This goes for bendy x henry, I have different views on their relationship, just leave me alone, I get its a controversial discourse in the fandom but shut up! It's not hurting anyone! Ships will be listed.

If you want me to draw your character (for the non-anons) just attach an image, I love drawing your guy's ocs!

DO NOT STEAL, TRACE OR REPOST MY ART. I WILL FIND OUT. Reposting is forbidden, I have a Twitter for a reason, soon I'll make a pinterest.

Don't try kissing characters please, hugs and head pats are allowed.

Characters for asks:

Ink Demon/Bendy

Henry Stein

Linda Stein

Joey Drew

Audrey Drew

Shipahoy Dudely + Crackle the Crab

Alice + Allison Angel

Tom Boris

Buddy Boris

Sammy Lawrence

Norman Polk (Projectionist)

Jack Fain

Wilson Arch

The Keepers

Betty

Porter

Heidi

The Butcher Gang (Charely, Barley, Edgar And Carley)

Bertrum Piedmont

Wally Franks

Lost Ones

Ocs:

Atlas Angel (Available For Asks/Questions)

Boaz The Unicorn (Available)

Kiki The Angel Demon (Available)

Cheshire (NOT available)

Zadikal Angel (NOT available)

Inky Angel (Avaliable)

Cupid Angel (NOT available)

Seymour Cloris (NOT available)

Rebecca Arachnid (Available)

Pie The Lovebird (Available)

Lila Stein (Available)

Swan (NOT available)

Axis Angel (NOT available)

Raveen Ravin (NOT available)

Seraph Angel (NOT available)

Sindy (NOT available)

Percy (NOT available)

Nondy (Available)

More to be revealed...

Benry Kids:

Older = Available For Asks

Leviathan (Older)

Endy (Older)

Tinie (Older)

Bendy Darling/Junior (Baby)

Classi (Older)

Wendi (Baby)

Allin (Baby)

Jasper (Baby)

Bammy (Child)

Zenith (Older)

Ships:

Bendy x Henry

Sammy x Norman

Allison X Tom

(That's all for right now...lol)

Huggable:

Bendy (In toon form)

Kiki

Buddy Boris

Sammy Lawrence

Audrey Drew

Henry Stein

(Not many but yeah...)

Thanks for reading and being respectful, another post with a short fanfic about the AU will be published soon!

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callsignangelxx · 9 months

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“Beginnings”

Pre—Accident!Stephen Strange x Fem! Surgeon!OFC, Grey’s anatomy Crossover.

A/N: First of all I have a lot of Original Characters that I am adding to this Series, Which I will Explain the roles right now before moving along into the actual writing part!

Chief of General Surgery: Doctor Jack Wilson

General Surgery Attending: Doctor Liam Jones

General Surgery Resident: Doctor Lucas Miller

Chief of Thoracic Surgery: Doctor Charlotte Garcia.

Thoracic Surgery Attending: Henry Davis

Thoracic Surgery Resident: Camila Taylor

OBGYN/Neonatal Surgeon: Emily Perez

Fetal Surgeon: Evelyn Lopez

Pediatrician: Asher Lewis.

Neurosurgery Resident: Noah Sanchez.

Orthopedic Surgeon: Aria Adams

Hand Surgeon: Layla Rivera

Spine Surgeon: Ethan Carter

Trauma Surgeon: Hazel Evans

Pediatric Surgeon: Aurora Baker

Interns: Amy Nelson, David Torres, James Scott, Shelby Edwards, Willow Brooks.

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Chapter Two: Beginnings Of Tragic Incidents.

Chapter Summary: after Blake talked with Cristina about what’s been going on in Seattle with Meredith and Everyone else, her Interns do something unforgivable, something she can’t even Fathom forcing her to do something, maybe even tell her boyfriend.

CW//TW: Medial Terminology, Drama, Shouting, Surgery, Trauma, Cursing, Stephen getting mad at the interns, a Bunch of different OC’s, Blake and Christine are best friend, mentions of Derek shepherd’s Death, Trauma, Flashbacks, Cristina and Blake are like soulmates, injuries, mentions of Cutting an LVAD wire.

“So he totally is Like Meredith’s McDreamy, Huh?” Cristina said over the Phone call, Blake Hissed at her to shut up as she was in the Female Attendings Locker room, Pulling on her Dark Blue Scrubs. “Cristina!” She Whisper Shouted.

Cristina Snorted before ending the call, She Met Stephen Outside heading towards the Nurses Station to get and find there own Cases, like Any hospital Worked. “By the way where are your Stupid Interns?” He asked. Blake stopped, blinking her eyes noticing that none of her little Suck ups were around her, Malia Noticed the Doctor becoming Suspicious and Knew she had to tell on the Poor Interns.

"Doctor Shepherd, one of your Patients on the transplant list came back in after his heart was failing again despite the LVAD, They've been in his room for an hour now, I think his name was Daniel Cooper." Malia said, Blake had a bad feeling about all this, She nodded at Stephen and Malia to come with her. The Trio Scrambled to Cooper's Room, standing in shock when they saw what was happening. "What the hell.." Blake mumbled, her eyes widened in shock, seeing Amy Pumping his heart Manually as the LVAD Wire was cut with a Pair of Scissors next to it. "Amy, What the hell did you do?!" She Practically yelled, "and why are all you fools helping her?!"

Amy didn't respond continuing to Pump his heart, Blake looked at Stephen who shook his head, she nodded to Malia, "Malia take over Pumping his Heart, and Amy step away from the Patient." Malia Nodded and Tried to gently take the device away but Amy screamed no and said not to touch her, Blake Ignored Amy for now telling Malia to stay with her and to help Amy if she allowed her to, Blake turned to the three other Idiot doctors, "You three, In the hall. Now." She ordered.

Blake was angry, seething even. "What the hell were you three thinking, you could have killed that Patient." She said, Stephen was right next to her agreeing with her words, "Even worse, you could have endangered your careers and be sued for assaulting a Patient." Stephen added. David Tried to speak but Blake shushed him, "No, Not a word, you are not to speak, Not a single word, I don't wanna have to Testify against any of you fools." She said.

The Group was silent for a moment, “I assume you ran labs..” She said, Her eyes showing a Furious anger and Disappointment. They stayed Silent only fueling her Annoyance and anger, "Well?..." She demanded. James spoke, "you told us not to speak-"

"I know I did, Now did you run labs?!.." Blake said, tapping her foot impatiently, David Nodded, Blake sighed as she gave out orders, "Okay, Shelby Jack's been asking for you." She said giving her the order to go, before turning to the rest of the amazingly idiotic Interns, "David go get those labs and come right back, do not talk to anyone, go straight there and back."

Then She turned to James, "Now you, follow me and Stephen Right now."

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A Few Hours later and both Blake and Stephen were making sure Mr. Cooper was okay, She listened to his heart with her Stethoscope sighing at how weak it sounded. "Why Amy... Why would you do this?.." She said, Continuing to to Listen to his heart while Stephen did a quick Neuro Exam to ensure he was okay in the head, no concussion or any Brain Bleed whatsoever. "Because he needs that heart and I love him.. I love him so damn Much Doctor Shepherd.." The Intern Whispered, Blake shook her head sighing In Disappointment.

"Oh for God's sake, you fell in love with a Patient.." Blake sighed, exasperated, Stephen was really trying to hold back all his anger at the Interns. "Well his Brain is Okay, No signs of anything wrong with his brain." Stephen Said. David Came in with the Labs, "Labs are back, His State is becoming worse." Blake sighed Knowing exactly what that Meant. Amy Spoke now, "He'll get the heart right, He's gonna get the heart? He has to. You'll Sign the papers that he'll be put at the top of the list-" She was quickly Interrupted by Blake's cold tone.

"Those are the Kind of things I would tell a doctor, and right now you are not a doctor, you are a Visitor." She said, her eyes showing how furious she actually was. "What?.." Amy asked in complete and utter disbelief. "You will no longer be a doctor in this Hospital until I say Otherwise. Now Step away from Mr. Cooper and let Malia Take over." She Ordered.

Malia came over slowly taking it away from Amy as Blake Glared at her slightly, making the rest of the Interns Shrink underneath her Gaze.

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Blake told Stephen to carry on with the rest of his Surgeries while she went to talk to the Chief of the hospital about this certain Incident without exposing her Interns for doing this.

She asked the Chief about a Hypothetical Question with the exact same Situation, In which she explained that Mr. Cooper move to the top of the list and receive the heart Immediately but ordered that whoever did that was to be in her Office for Intense Consequences for endangering a Patients Life.

Blake nodded, "Of course, Ma'am."

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Which ended with the Interns getting yelled at by the chief and forced to not even go near a Surgical case unless they fessed up on who did it and to share one single Patient to give her what she needed.

Later on Blake was sitting at the Nurses Station, Checking on different Patient files and Images, as Stephen was Charting, "So, How bad was their Punishments?" Stephen asked with a Snide Smirk on his face. Blake sighed, Shaking her head. "The Chief said no more surgeries until they confess that Amy did it and they had to share one singular Patient." She snorted, Searching up another Patient file.

Malia was now delivering Labs due to Blake's Interns being Punished for their Stupid decisions, "Here you go Blake, Imaging is back for Ms. Collins." She said handing her the Tablet. Blake looked it over smiling to herself, "Oh.. I could use a little Great Neuro Case." She muttered. Stephen Looked up Suddenly Interested, Raising his eyebrow, "Oh no Mister, You have your own Solo Neuro Surgery in 30 Minutes, you need to get ready for that, I've got this one." She said, smirking to herself before teasing him. "Besides this woman has a nail in her head." She said, before rushing off.

Stephen Chuckled to himself, "Well Played, Doctor Shepherd."

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