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[fallen-angel-writing]

The Black Queen, Chapter One

Series Summary: In an Alternate Universe, one much darker than our own, the Avengers, instead of being Earth's Protectors, are its dictators, as they lead HYDRA. When a scientist goes rogue and tries to steal the Tesseract from the vault, the HYDRA!Reader is sent after them. It was an easy task, kill the lab monkey and bring back the energy source. Only when she returned, she wasn't her, or at least that's what her memory loss made her out to be.

Chapter Summary: The readers' day couldn't get any worse. First, she wakes up with no clue who she is, in a dark room, handcuffed to a chair, and no, that about covers it.

Chapter Warnings: Threats of violence.

Pairings: (Winter Soldier x Avengers!Reader; HYDRA!Avengers x Avengers!Reader)

A/N: Reminder, The Hydra!Readers story will now be taking place in The White Knight, until further notice. Also, I do not give permission for my work to be copied and posted on any other platforms. As Always, this is a female avenger reader fic. Not Beta Read. Written on Grammarly. All mistakes are my own. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,950. avengers-masterlist the-black-queen-prologue

BANG!

The sound echoed through the small concrete room as the man slammed his fists down on the metal table. Growling, "I've had enough with these games! Now tell me who you are and where the tesseract is! Or so help me, I will kill you myself."

He was tall, around average height, but still a few inches taller than herself. His hair was black, with a few silver streaks he seemed to have missed the last time he dyed it. The dark strands were a mess as he continued to run his hands through them, alternating that by dragging his hand down his face, rubbing the slight stubble on his chin.

The pure hatred in his eyes should have frightened her, but for some reason, (Y/N) wasn't afraid. She didn't know her name or the first thing about how she got there in that interrogation room, but somehow, somewhere deep inside, she knew she knew him. She didn't like him, but that wasn't a reason to fear him. Somehow she knew she could protect herself if it came down to it.

The man, Tony Stark, was growing increasingly impatient as he kicked the steel chair behind him away. He huffed, taking a deep breath as if about to reconsider his actions. He lifted his hand and wiped at his brow before facing her.

He moved to circle the table, where she sat, her hands cuffed to the back of her cold sweat when a door she hadn't noticed before swung open.

A redheaded woman dressed in a sparkling white cocktail dress with a pair of black heels in one hand stepped through the door. "This had better not be what it looks like." Her eyes flickered between (Y/N) and Tony before settling on the camera in the far corner that had been unplugged.

She didn't say anything as she stepped inside and sat her heels on the ground, picking up the discarded chair and positioning it upright. She leaned back in the seat, one leg crossed over the other, her elbows resting on her knee. She had yet to acknowledge either person's presence aside from staring down Tony.

"I was at a gala earlier tonight with my husband. Our first date night in months, when I received a call." Her tone was relaxed, but there was an edge to her words. One that did nothing to calm the fire twinkling behind her eyes. She paused, glancing over her shoulder at the door, flipping her ginger curls in the process, before continuing.

"Someone had supposedly broken into one of the safehouses and activated the security system on every floor. They did this in every room, except the cells." She leaned forward, resting her head in her hand and gestured around the room with her pointer finger to emphasize.

"Cells, like this one." She smirked coldly, standing again.

"I didn't think anything of it. I had hoped it was simply a mistake, maybe the new system acting up again." As she spoke, she walked around the table. "That was, until the second call came in." She placed a hand on (Y/N)s' shoulder and held out her other hand for the key. "That (N/N) was missing from the infirmary. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you, Tony?"

Tony had been slowly creeping around the room, aiming his back towards the door as Natasha spoke. He was now standing directly in the shadowy doorway, poised to turn and flee. Now he just waited for the perfect time to run and continue living.

(Y/N), tilted her head back to look at the redhead standing beside her. She didn't know who she was, yet that feeling was there again. That she knew her, however unlike before, she trusted her. "How do I know you?" She whispered hoarsely. Her voice sounded like sandpaper as she spoke for the first time in hours, and her throat felt no better.

"I'll explain later, ptichka. (Little bird.) First, let's get you out of here and checked out by Banner again." She looked at Tony and clenched a fist at her side. "Give me the keys, Tony."

"You can't honestly believe that little act of hers, can you?" Tony shouted, pointing at (Y/N) as he spoke. "She's playing you. She's been playing us all. That's what she was trained to do, after all. Manipulate people and gain their trust. She's working for SHIELD!"

Natasha sighed, looking past him at a figure standing in the dark. He stepped forward at her nod and slammed his hand down on Tonys' shoulder. Steve forced the shorter man further into the room, keeping the vice-like grip on his shoulder. He had dark blonde hair and a beard to match. Dressed up, like Natasha, Steve wore an all-black suit that fit snug against his muscles. He stood a few inches taller than Tony and stretched his arm to drag the chair over, forcing the shorter man down.

"This has gone on long enough. I've warned you countless times." Tony reluctantly handed over the keys, his hand slightly shaking as he did. Steve took the small tool and tossed them to his wife before leaning down, ear level with Tony. "Should any harm come to (Y/N) before she returns to the field, you should hope that the sergeant finds you before I do. She had better not get so much as a splinter before Banner clears her, or I will kill you. Is that understood?"

Tony nodded furiously, though he still shot daggers at (Y/N) as Natasha helped her up and pulled her close, her arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders. She scooped up her heels as she passed and paused as she walked by Steve. "Don't take too long. Remember, we still have to get back to the party after dropping her off."

(Y/N) didn't see what happened next as Natasha gently pushed her through the door and followed behind her, closing the door behind them. They had made it five steps down the hall before the young woman spun to face her redheaded saviour. "I don't understand anything that's happened. I don't even know my name, and yet." She winced, her throat burning with each word. "And yet, I feel like this is normal for me. Who are you?"

Natasha didn't acknowledge whether or not she heard her friend as she continued down the seemingly endless hall. Her shadow cast eerie silhouettes on the wall. She glanced back after a while to see if she was following or not and sighed. "Banner said you may have amnesia. I'll explain what I can when we get to the car. Now come on, (N/N) I don't want to waste anymore time down here."

Halfway up the stairs, Natasha stopped and turned. She looked down at her friend. "You don't remember a thing. Do you?" She answered with a slight shake of the head and a pained answer. "No. Only feelings."

"My name is Natasha. I'm-" She thought about it for a moment, as she turned and started to walk again. "I'm the closest thing to family, aside from Barnes, Wanda and Steve that you have. Your like a sister to me and my own."

She was quiet then until they reached the top and stepped out into a living room. There was no furniture, and the windows were barred over. "I'll get you a drink. Stay put." She walked away, towards what looked to be the kitchen, and turned. "Oh, before I forget. Your name is (Y/N) (L/N), and you should know this is far more dangerous for you than you know."

(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).

She repeated her name to herself a few times, hoping something would click. Perhaps even cause memory to surface from the piece of knowledge, but nothing.

When Natasha returned with a glass of water in her hand, she took it without a word and downed the cool liquid in one drink. After wiping her bottom lip off with her thumb, she smiled. "Thank you. I did need that."

Natasha nodded and took the glass back, setting it on the floor. She pulled (Y/N) in for a hug. She hesitated for a moment before hugging her back, and the (h/c) haired woman swore she felt tears hitting her bare shoulder before her friend stepped away. "We should go wait in the car, Like I told Steve we would."

(Y/N) nodded and moved to follow her once more but stopped. "What did you mean, this is more dangerous for me? Who am I, Natasha?"

A million other questions were bouncing around her bruised skull, but that was the only one she could seem to form the words.

Whether or not Natasha planned on answering was interrupted as the door behind them swung open, and Steve stepped out of the stairwell. "We should be going. Someone will come and retrieve Tony, but he won't be returning to the Tower, at least for the weekend."

He toed the door shut and walked over to his wife, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear before turning back to (Y/N). "Banner, believes your amnesia was likely caused by the lightning storm. He doesn't think your memories will return on their own, but we'll deal with that in the morning. For now, we need to get you back before Barnes finds out your gone."

A short drive later and the trio had arrived at their destination. Steve and Natasha left (Y/N) in the lobby with instructions to go upstairs and get some rest. Her apartment was on the 13th floor. The ride up in the clear glass box was quiet, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

The towers' AI introduced itself as FRIDAY and offered to help her in any way possible. However, after telling her that answering questions about who she was, was impossible, (Y/N) lost interest in the computer system.

The doors opened on the proper floor, and the lights turned on immediately. (Y/N) stepped down into the living room and slowly paced around the room, taking it all in. The furniture was sleek and dark leather, covering almost every couch and chair were soft pillows and fuzzy throw blankets. There were no photos on the walls, but more than a few paintings were hanging up. She found her name on one and ran her hand over the canvas before turning away.

She ignored the kitchen entirely, not in the mood to eat and made her way down the hall towards what she hoped would be her bedroom. She found the bedroom without much difficulty. She didn't spend time admiring the room as she looked through the dresser for some clothes before climbing into the shower. She grabbed the first pair of leggings and a long-sleeved red shirt that was too long on her.

After drying off her hair, she crawled into the bed and fell asleep. Not long after, the elevator doors opened, and the apartment's second occupant made his way down the hall.

The Winter Soldier, as many knew him walked into the bedroom and slid into bed beside her. He kissed her on the cheek before pulling her against him. His vibranium arm wrapped tightly around her. He stayed awake the entire night, holding her as she slept. If it were up to him, he would never let her out of his sight again, his precious doll.

#dark!avengers #avenger!reader #hydra avengers #winter soldier x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #series #dark!tony stark #steve rogers x natasha romanoff

[fallen-angel-writing]

Forgotten Goodbyes

Summary: You woke up in the hospital, you have your memories and quite a big mess to clean up. When the dust settles, who's to say you won't be left standing alone. Warnings: None? Fluff, slight-off canon. Pairings: Dean x Reader; Gabriel x Reader; Platonic!Sam x Reader

A/N: Here is part three, the final part of this imagine. The alternate ending will be up tomorrow. As always, written on Grammarly. All mistakes are my own. Enjoy!

Beep, beep. Beep.

The unfamiliar sound was faint as it reached your ears, the steady beep, beep, beep.

You ignored it and lulled yourself back into a dreamless sleep, the beep, beep, beeping, a quiet buzz in the background.

The next time, you were on the verge of consciousness, a strong odor that resembled a hospital room. It was nauseating and kept you from falling back into the endless black.

You winced as you opened your eyes against the harsh lighting. You squinted and forced yourself up into a sitting position. Your lungs burned, and your throat felt like sandpaper as you breathed in that same putrid air.

You lifted your hand and ran it through your tangled hair. You ran through what you knew in your head. 'You were in a hospital. You knew your name. You knew who you were. That was good. You also knew the last thing you remembered. You were in the garage. You were in the garage with Dean. You had kissed Dean.'

"Oh god." You groaned, your voice hoarse. You slid a hand down your forehead and pinched the bridge of your nose. "What was I thinking?" You muttered into your hand.

You sat there for a while, your head in your hands, running through the events of the last few days, or at least the ones you could remember. You only looked up when the door creaked open, and a familiar face peeked around the corner.

Sam's face lit up when he saw you were awake, and he looked back at something, or more likely someone in the hall. "You can come in, Sammy." You whispered.

He nodded, and the giant walked in, closing the door behind him. "Everyone else is down in the cafeteria. Jack wanted to get something to eat, and Dean and Gabe couldn't be left alone, so Cas followed. We didn't want you to wake up alone." He explained as he pulled a chair over.

"Sam-" He stopped you by passing you a water bottle you hadn't noticed he was holding.

"You don't have to explain anything to me. I'm not the one in love with you." He smiled.

You downed the whole bottle in a few gulps and wiped your mouth. "Thanks." You mumbled, passing the empty plastic back for him to throw away.

"No problem. So, wanna tell me what happened?" Sam asked after putting his phone back in his pocket. No doubt, telling Cas you were awake.

"I kissed Dean, then my head felt like it exploded, and I woke up here. At least I remember. So I'm hoping that means Billy won't be coming for me." You replied, looking past him at the door as it swung open.

Dean was standing in the doorway.

He didn't say anything at first. He just stood there looking at you.

Sam stood up after a few minutes of awkward silence. He offered Dean his chair and gave you a quick hug. "I'm gonna go see if I can find a doctor so we can get you home." He called before shutting the door behind him.

Dean stood there, leaning against the wall until you pointed at the chair. "I won't bite, Dean. Just sit down, please. We need to talk."

"If you want to just forget about what happened, I understand. I won't, but I get it. You and Gabe-"

You cut him off. "Gabe and I are complicated at the moment before I came to help you, boys. There wasn't time to tell you before."

"What do you mean?" He asked, sounding hopeful.

You pointed at the chair again and sat up as he sat down. You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your head on your arms as you told him about the 24 hours leading up to you hunting him and Sam down in Bon Meade, Pennsylvania.

FLASHBACK BEGINS...

24 HOURS BEFORE BON MEADE...

"I don't get why you have to go." Gabriel huffed.

You turned around as you slammed the trunk, "I don't want to fight about this, please, not again."

You were tired of fighting and making up afterwards. That seemed to be all you did anymore.

Had they mentioned that in the retired hunter living with your archangel lover brochure, you may not have signed up so quickly.

Gabriel crossed his arms and leaned against the drivers' door. "Okay. Just let me grab my bag, and we can go."

He made it three steps past you before you grabbed his arm. "You don't have to come. I know how you feel about Dean."

Gabriel vanished before you finished saying your former best friend's name. "Gabriel!" You shouted, slowly spinning in a circle. "I thought we agreed, no more archangel bullshit in the house! Normal life, remember!"

You felt hands clamp down on your upper arms, and you nearly screamed as he turned you around. "We did, but seeing as we're about to go back to our apocalyptic day jobs, I think it'll be okay."

You didn't say anything, even though you wanted to tell him to stay because you wouldn't be coming back, but you didn't. He seemed to know what was on your mind, though. He always did.

He leaned closer and placed a hand on either side of your face. "Listen to me, gorgeous. Where ever you go, I go. I love you. I'd do anything for you. I've done almost everything." He whispered and pressed a soft featherlike kiss to your lips. He pulled back a breath and looked at you. "Still love me?"

"Of course. Always have, and always will." You whispered.

16 HOURS BEFORE BON MEADE...

The road was empty as you drove along, listening to the radio. Gabriel passed out in the passenger seat.

You were passing through Indiana, you expected to get there before morning, and you still had too much to say. You looked over at Gabriel again before pulling off the side of the road.

He sat up almost instantly and looked around, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "This isn't Pennsylvania." He mumbled and looked over at you.

"Nope." You replied and climbed out of the car.

He followed suit and met you at the trunk. "What's the matter?"

"I didn't want you to come, you know that right? And it wasn't because I don't love you, or I was worried about what would happen if you saw Dean again. I didn't want you to come because I was afraid."

"Y/N, what are you talking about? Afraid of what? One little witch? You've faced off against the devil and god. I've seen you punch my dickhead of a brother in the face. So that can't be it." He grabbed your hand.

"I thought this was what I wanted. Living a normal life with you." You sighed. "I can't do it anymore. The day in, day out, acting like we're normal people. I just." You pulled your hand back and slammed the keys on the trunk. "I'm dying. This is killing me. I know your happy, but I hate it."

Gabriel's reaction was surprising. He was quiet at first, and then he turned to look at you. He grabbed the keys and walked around to the drivers' side. He didn't say another word, aside from telling you to get in.

4 HOURS TO BON MEADE...

You woke up just as the car passed over the state line into Pennsylvania. Gabriel didn't acknowledge you as he reached into the backseat and grabbed a fast-food bag. He sat it in your lap and pointed to the coffee cup sitting in the holder between you.

"Thanks." You mumbled before digging into your breakfast. You would have liked to talk first, but there wasn't much chance of him responding at that point. 'Pick and choose your battles, Y/N.' You told yourself.

A little while later, Gabriel pulled into a gas station parking lot. You grabbed your wallet from the glove box and went inside to pay while he filled the tank.

When you came back out, he was sitting on the hood, "are you breaking up with me?" He asked.

You sat down beside him and watched the few cars drive by. You didn't answer his question. "I meant what I said. I love you, but I am saying goodbye."

You watched his expression as the meaning behind your words settled over him.

"Goodbye, what do you mean? Baby, your not going to die."

"There's a really good I will, and if it means keeping everyone else safe-"

"Don't finish that sentence, Y/N. You aren't going to die. I won't let you."

You sighed and held out your hand for the keys. He pulled them out of his pocket and moved to place them in your palm but snapped his fingers instead and made them disappear.

"You didn't answer my question." He turned to look at you. "Are you breaking up with me?"

You stood up and looked around. "Gabe, we're wasting time."

"We have all the time in the world. So tell me."

You sighed and paced a few steps before turning around.

"I love you, I do. But I can't stay. No matter how much I want to. You're happy with this life. I'm not."

"Is this because of Dean?" He asked, that old jealousy rising to the surface once more.

"What? No, of course not. I mean it. I just hate being retired. I miss hunting. I miss killing monsters. I'm going mad, and if I live to see tomorrow. I want to make sure I'm doing what I love."

You walked back over to him and grabbed his hands.

"I want to do it with the man I love, but I know he doesn't want that."

"The angel you love must be a real dick if he's willing to let you go." Gabriel mumbled.

"Yeah, but I don't think that's him. Not when it comes down to it."

He looked at you and smiled. "I would go back to heaven for you, beautiful. Hunting won't be a problem."

"Really?"

He nodded and pulled you in for a kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him distract you for a few more minutes, before holding a hand out for the keys.

He reluctantly handed over the keys. "So Dean isn't still in love with you?" He asked.

You didn't answer as you climbed into the car.

He grabbed your hand as you went to turn the keys in the ignition.

"I don't know. I didn't think to ask the witch when we were negotiating."

He let go, but the car still wouldn't start.

"The witch. I thought Dean called you."

You shook your head. "No, the witch did. We made a deal. I just hope she lives up to her end of the bargain."

"And if she doesn't?"

You smiled, though it didn't quite reach your eyes and leaned under the seat.

You pulled out a little derringer. "Well, then I'll just have to hope my weekends at the range kept me sharp."

30 MINUTES TO BON MEADE...

"Gabriel, I know you don't want to talk about this, but if something happens in there. I need you to promise me, you'll get them out."

He pretended to be asleep for a few minutes longer before mumbling a nearly inaudible reply.

"You know I will."

5 MINUTES TO BON MEADE...

You and Gabriel were standing outside the house.

"Are you sure about this?"

You nodded and fixed the little gun hidden under your sleeve.

There was still one thing left to do, and you knew it was wrong, but it would be selfish to die without telling him. Or at least that was what you told yourself as you walked back towards the steps.

"Gabriel. I need to tell you something."

He nodded and glanced at a window, watching the shadows dance behind the curtain. He agreed to do it your way. That was his first mistake.

"Dean has always been my best friend, and I've always loved him. Not in the same way I love you, but not in the way I love Jack or Sam. It's different." You looked down at the ground and pulled a lighter from your back pocket.

Archangel or not, Gabriel was a loud sleeper. It wasn't hard to make a call. The few hunters in the area were watching the coven already. They had no problem adding a circle of holy oil to the gravel in front of the porch.

He nodded and glanced at the ground, realising what you planned. "I knew. I always did." He looked up. "That didn't change anything for me."

You smiled sadly and tossed the lighter onto the ring. "Goodbye Gabriel, I always loved you."

You turned and walked up the steps as Gabriel shouted behind you, trapped in the circle of fire.

You stepped through the front door and shot the first witch between the eyes. She wasn't expecting that.

END FLASHBACK...

At some point, while you were talking Dean took your hand and was lazily drawing circles on the back of it, with his thumb. "And you know the rest from there."

You covered his hand with your other and looked up at the ceiling.

"So what happened with you and Gabriel, while I was out?"

Dean shook his head. "Featherhead threatened to kill me if I so much as let you get a papercut on a hunt."

"What do you mean?" You asked, turning back to him.

"He didn't want to hurt you. Neither do I." He leaned close, placing a hand on your cheek to wipe away the stray tear you hadn't felt fall. "He walked away, for you. He wanted you to be happy, even if it was without him. He wanted to be the bigger man."

You lifted your hand to cover his and closed your eyes. You were quiet for a while, and you let your hand fall to your side.

"Dean... I'm sorry."

He kissed you on your forehead. "I know."

Dean left soon after, and you couldn't stop the tears from flowing. You lost both of them in what felt like seconds.

When did things get so complicated?

There was a knock at the door, and a doctor came in a moment later. His face was obscured by the clipboard. He stopped at the foot of the bed and flipped through a few papers before clearing his throat. "So there's a vampire nest in Baton Rouge or a possible town overrun by a demon led cult in Maine."

Gabriel smirked as he lowered the clipboard. "You do still love me, right?"

You smiled, tears still running down your face and jumped into his open arms.

Sometimes things work out in the end.

"Still love me?" You repeated his question, as he held you close.

"Until the day I die." He whispered into your hair.

#supernatural #gabriel x reader #gabriel spn #dean x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #jack kline #imagine

[fallen-angel-writing]

Familiar Strangers and Forgotten Goodbyes.

Summary: You woke up in the bunker. You still have no memories, but this time while things are looking bleak, you at least have a chance to learn who you are, but will it be too late if you do eventually remember?

Chapter Warnings: Slightly off canon. Violence. Mentions of Death.

Pairings: Supernatural X Reader; Dean Winchester x Reader; Platonic! Jack Cline x Reader; Gabriel x Reader.

A/N: This is the second part to Whiskey Lullaby's, Familiar Strangers and Forgotten Goodbyes. This is part 2 of 3. About halfway through my plans for this changed, but the next part will be the final part. Not Beta Read. Written on Grammarly. All mistakes are my own. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,606.

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"Sh... hasn't... wok... et."

"Will... op worry..."

"How do... di-"

"Won't happen... It won't... that... does... bring... her back."

The world was slowly fading in and out of focus, and you couldn't quite bring yourself to open your eyes yet and face it.

You could barely make out the conversation going on around you. The voices sounded familiar, and a part of you wanted to wake up, to find the faces they belonged to, but it was slowly losing the battle.

When you finally woke up, the clock on the wall said it was ten something. You were in an unfamiliar bedroom, and there were no windows, only two doors, a few pieces of furniture and someone sleeping in a chair beside the bed.

You sat up, careful not to disturb the sleeping giant beside you, and walked over to the door you assumed led out.

You were right, and as you stepped out into a dimly lit hallway. You looked left then right, and neither direction seemed to offer any obvious exit. Doorways lined both sides of the hall. You turned left and started walking. The numbers on the doors got lower the farther you went, and soon enough, you could hear voices.

You crept along the hallway until you came to an empty doorway and glanced around the corner. Three men were sitting around a table, and a teenager was pacing around behind them.

"I don't understand why we can't just wake her up? What's the harm." The boy asked. He looked familiar, they all did, and the more you stared, the more confused you became.

"We've already tried that, Jack. Multiple times." Growled, one of the men. He had the shortest hair of the bunch. He was nursing a beer and clutching an aged wallet-sized photo in his hand.

The second man in a trench coat was flipping through a giant old book. The man sitting beside him in a leather jacket laughed and didn't bother to look up as he spoke. "Dean, don't take it out on him. He's just worried. So are you."

"I believe all are." Trenchcoat spoke up.

"Shut up, Gabriel!" Dean shouted.

Gabriel took the beer from him, and their conversation escalated from there. They hadn't noticed you until you walked down the step into the room and cleared your throat.

Four heads turned towards you, and before you could say a word, Jack tackled you. "Y/N!"

You shouted in surprise as your feet left the floor. You awkwardly hugged the adolescent back and tried as hard as you could to remember him, but your mind came up blank.

The only thing floating around in your mind were some words in another language you couldn't understand. You were still thinking them over when you were helped to your feet.

"Not to be rude, but can one of you tell me what the hell is going on?" You asked, looking around the room.

"You don't remember us, still?" Jack asked, looking like a kicked puppy. It almost broke your heart, and you wanted to hug him again, but you didn't understand why.

"We still have time to figure this out." Cas whispered from his place beside Dean.

Gabriel, the only one who hadn't spoken up, nodded towards the door and ducked out. You glanced back at the others, who were back to arguing before following.

When he stopped walking, you were standing in a library of sorts. He pulled out a chair and pointed to the one across from him. "This is going to be a long story. One you might not want to believe, but I promised I'd tell you, if need be."

Over the next half hour, Gabriel told you the story that was supposedly your life, which involved a whole lot of death. Hundreds of monsters that shouldn't exist. A pair of overprotective, best friends, and an epic and explosive relationship with an unnamed archangel. But by his expression, you knew it was him.

You didn't interrupt him because as insane as it all sounded, it made some sense. You only had one question when he finished. "Why can't I remember?"

"You made a deal. I told you not to. You wouldn't listen. You never do. Not when your boys are involved." He didn't elaborate, and the moment the words left his mouth, a memory or the faintest piece of one flashed across your mind. It was Sam and Dean. They were sitting at the same table as you but at the other end. Dean had a knife, and Sam was holding a lamp.

You pushed your chair out and walked across the room to where you saw them. "What was going to happen?" You asked, moving the lamp.

"Dean might have died. Sam too. Maybe even Jack and Cas. Me as well." He said, watching you, hopeful.

"And now what? Im going to die? Or was losing my memories the price." You ran your hands over your initials, and your finger hovered over Deans.

"It wasn't that simple. It never is, not with witches." Dean spoke up from the doorway.

You turned to look at him and sat the lamp back down. "Then why don't you tell me, Dean."

When Dean didn't answer, you looked to Gabriel. He wouldn't meet your gaze. It only annoyed you. "If I'm going to die, I think I deserve to know why. Don't I? I mean isn't that what this was all about?"

The longer they remained silent, the angrier you got, and the harder it became to hold on to the sole memory you had gained. You fell into one of the chairs and rested your head on the table.

Gabriel walked over and took the chair beside you. He looked past you at Dean as he spoke. "You aren't going to die. I won't let you, sweetheart."

He leaned forward and grabbed your hand. You smiled at the gesture and looked down at your joined hands. "You still haven't answered my question, Casanova." You glanced back at Dean, who was glaring daggers at the archangel. "Neither of you have."

"Your better off not knowing how you got us all into this mess." Dean muttered before storming off.

"Should I-?" You watched him walk off and debated whether to follow. You glanced at Gabriel, and he nodded. "I'll be here."

You gave him a quick peck on the cheek out of unconscious habit and ran off down the hall after Dean.

It took over an hour, but you finally found him brooding in the garage, his head under the hood of the impala. By then, your head was pounding, and you were too tired to argue with him.

You knocked on the trunk and walked around to the front. "Hey, Dean? Can we talk?"

He stood up and shut the hood, somewhat forcefully. "About what? You don't remember anything. It would be a one-sided argument. One we've had countless times. I'm tired of this, Y/N."

He went to walk past you, but you stepped in his way. "I remembered you and Sam carving your initials into the table upstairs. I know that at some point soon after, we added my own. Then MW, and then Cas, and Jacks. I may not remember anything, but I can feel it deep inside. So don't try and treat me like a child." You emphasized your point by pushing him lightly when he tried again to get past you.

"Do you really want to know what happened? Why you can't remember anything? Why everyone is so worried about you dying?" He asked, catching your hands again as you went to push him.

"You were out. You were living a normal life in Sioux Falls, with Jody and Donna and the girls." He rolled his eyes. "You and Gabe were retired. You should have stayed retired. It was safer."

He let go of your hands and lifted a hand. Dean wiped away the blood that had trickled down from your nose. You hadn't realized, it was bleeding till he held his hand up to show you. "It was one thing, to know you were safe even if it meant you were him. I saw you die once, don't make me do it again."

When you didn't say anything, he leaned closer. His face was only a hair away from yours. His eyes were on your lips, and you were trying to wrap your mind around what he had said, but in that time, you didn't move away, and he took that as permission to kiss you.

You froze as he pressed his lips against yours in a soft featherlike kiss. He whispered, "I had to do it at least once, n/n, I love you."

He stepped back and didn't get much farther than that before you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and smashed your lips against his in a more passionate kiss.

One of his hands made its way to your hair and the other slid around your waist pulling you closer.

When you pulled away you were both breathing heavy and you leaned back against the side of the impala. Dean was holding you close, his forehead pressed against yours. "I'm not sorry, n/n."

You nodded and closed your eyes.

Somewhere in the bunker, a clock struck midnight and it felt as if your head exploded.

Your memories came flooding back, between the third and fourth chimes.

By the seventh, you were limp in Dean's arms, and he was shouting for Cas.

By the eleventh, your world was a smoky sea of nothingness, and you felt yourself slipping away.

#dean girl

[fallen-angel-writing]

Happy 105th.

Summary.: Today is March 10th. March 10th is an important day at the tower. The Avengers are setting up a surprise party, under your orders, for one James "Bucky" Barnes, and he may or may not have already warned everyone he did not want a party. Hence it is a surprise. Happy 105th, Sergeant Barnes.

A/N.: I thought of writing a surprise party One-shot today since it's Bucky's birthday. Just a little thing to show appreciation for the super-soldier.

Warnings?: None, just some fluff.

Word Count.: 1,430.

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Ding. Ding. Ding.

Your phone lit up with message after message on the counter behind you. You sat the piping bag down and turned to unlock the screen just as Steve's face popped up.

You rolled your eyes and answered the call, hitting the speaker button before you sat it back down.

You sighed and grabbed the plastic bag. "What's the matter, Steve? You've been blowing up my phone for the last hour. I thought you were keeping Bu-"

You adjusted your hold on the bag and picked up where you left off, piping the border.

"Keeping me what, Doll?" Bucky asked.

You pulled the piping bag up and narrowly missed ruining the border.

"Nothing, just I figured you guys were busy, doing whatever it is you two do." You cringed, hearing your tone. You were a good liar. Until it came to him, then all bets were off.

You shook your head and picked up a new bag, filling it with the buttercream frosting you knew Bucky liked. Last week you spent hours baking off the smallest batches of cupcakes and mixing up icings for Bucky to try. Only to have him tell you he didn't want a party.

"Doll." He sighed, but you could hear the smile in his voice. "I thought you we agreed, no parties, or cakes or anything else that you could cook up."

"We did. That's why I'm not doing anything like that." You picked up the phone and flipped it off speaker as you walked into the living room to check on the progress.

"Nice try, Y/N, but the Punk already told me everything." Bucky replied, and you heard Steve in the background. "Sorry, Y/N."

You kicked a balloon as you walked past and fell onto the couch beside Natasha. She was in charge of supervising Tony and Sam's decorating. You held the phone up between the two of you and shushed her.

"So what exactly did Steve tell you?" You asked.

"He told me about you kicking me out of the tower today so you could make me a cake." He answered.

"Anything else?" You looked over at Tony, who was hanging the 'Happy 105th Birthday, Bucky!' banner upside down.

You muted your end of the call and shouted. "Stark! Aren't you supposed to be a genius? The banners upside down."

He shook his head and gestured in response. You rolled your eyes and turned back to the call.

"He also mentioned how you convinced everyone else to- how did you put it Steve?" There was a silence, and you heard Steve on the other end a moment later.

"I told him about you planning to make him dinner and how everyone else was going to be elsewhere tonight."

"Well, thanks for keeping it a secret, Steve. I know you tried your best. Let Bucky know. I'll see him tonight, for his not-surprise dinner." You rolled your eyes and hung up, turning to Nat.

"I'd say we have about an hour before they get back here." The redhead shrugged, standing up.

You nodded and went back to the kitchen to finish the cake.

An hour later, as predicted. FRIDAY announced Steve and Bucky were coming up in the elevator.

You turned off the lights and took your place hiding behind the couch, beside Wanda.

Bucky stepped around the corner, and Steve flipped on the lights as everyone jumped up and shouted, "surprise!"

You smiled and ran over to Bucky. "Happy birthday." You laughed and threw your arms around him in a hug. If Bucky was mad, he didn't show it as he hugged you back, nearly pulling you off your feet as he held you.

When he finally let go, you took a small step back and looked over at Steve. "Thanks for keeping the secret." He nodded and smiled at his best friend. "Happy Birthday, Buck."

You slipped away. Letting Nat and the others came over and ducked into the kitchen to light the candles on the cake. There may or may not have been 105 candles on the two-tier square cake, iced in a marbled pattern of blues and piped all around with a happy birthday message.

You asked FRIDAY to turn down the lights after you lit the last candle and walked back out to the living room. Sam and Steve turned Bucky around as everyone started to sing, 'happy birthday.'

"Blow out the candles, that is if you can, and make a wish." Thor laughed.

"Yes, did you really have to light the cake on fire, Y/N?" Tony asked.

You rolled your eyes and sat the cake on the table. "Oh, be quiet I don't get to do this often. So, Bucky will you please blow out the candles and make a wish?" You asked, turning your attention to the super-soldier.

Everyone took a small step back, and you saw Steve lift a fire extinguisher as Bucky blew out the candles or tried to. It took five attempts before all the candles went out, and everyone cheered.

You pulled the candles out and picked up a knife off the table to cut the cake, passing the first piece to Bucky.

Once everyone had a slice of cake, you sat on the couch between Bucky and Steve and passed the former a small wrapped package. "Happy Birthday, again."

He shook his head and sat the plate down before taking the box, " Doll, do you ever listen to me?"

"Nope." You smiled and watched as he carefully unwrapped the little box.

In the time he'd been back, he'd learned to use a phone but never actually got one for himself. You had nearly bought him one, but Steve beat you to it.

In the end, you settled for getting him a watch. It wasn't much, but you had an engraving written on the back. 'James Bucky Barnes. My Hero. -His Doll,'

You watched him as he opened the lid and lifted the watch. He looked at you curiously, and you gestured for him to flip it over.

He did, and when he saw the engraving, he smiled again. He sat the watch on the coffee table in front of him and pulled you in for a hug. "Thanks, Doll. That means a lot to me." He mumbled into your hair.

You looked up at him and smiled again. "Your welcome. I just wanted to make sure you remember, you're always going to be a hero in my eyes. No matter how old your get."

He laughed, and you two spent the rest of the night sitting curled up on the couch.

For someone who didn't want a party, he seemed to have a great time.

Thor gave him a cask of Asgardian mead, and Tony jokingly offered to buy it from him.

Sam got him tickets for a baseball game.

Steve got him a phone.

Loki gave him a pair of knives.

Natasha got him a few CDs.

Wanda bought him a cd player.

Bruce got him a copy of the Hobbit, both as a book and the movie.

Long after everyone else went to bed, you and he were still sitting on the couch enjoying cake and watching Bilbo Baggins creep through the abandoned hallways of Erebor in search of the treasure and the dragon Smaug who guarded it.

"So." You asked as Bilbo snuck down the stairs. "Did you enjoy your birthday? Or are you still upset I threw you a party?"

Bucky paused the movie after a few tries and turned towards you. "I did, and I wasn't upset. You just didn't have to go through all the trouble."

"Trouble? What trouble?" You laughed and kicked at a balloon that was rolling across the floor. "This wasn't any trouble. You're my, best friend Barnes. Of course, I wanted to throw you a party."

He nodded and stretched, laying his arm across your shoulders. "Well, thank you, Doll. This was the best birthday I've had in a while."

He turned the movie back on, and you both fell asleep soon after.

#happy birthday #bucky barnes #one shot #bucky x reader #the avengers

[fallen-angel-writing]

Familiar Strangers and Forgotten Goodbyes.

Summary: You woke up in the bunker. You still have no memories, but this time while things are looking bleak, you at least have a chance to learn who you are, but will it be too late if you do eventually remember?

Chapter Warnings: Slightly off canon. Violence. Mentions of Death.

Pairings: Supernatural X Reader; Dean Winchester x Reader; Platonic! Jack Cline x Reader; Gabriel x Reader.

A/N: This is the second part to Whiskey Lullaby's, Familiar Strangers and Forgotten Goodbyes. This is part 2 of 3. About halfway through my plans for this changed, but the next part will be the final part. Not Beta Read. Written on Grammarly. All mistakes are my own. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,606.

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"Sh... hasn't... wok... et."

"Will... op worry..."

"How do... di-"

"Won't happen... It won't... that... does... bring... her back."

The world was slowly fading in and out of focus, and you couldn't quite bring yourself to open your eyes yet and face it.

You could barely make out the conversation going on around you. The voices sounded familiar, and a part of you wanted to wake up, to find the faces they belonged to, but it was slowly losing the battle.

When you finally woke up, the clock on the wall said it was ten something. You were in an unfamiliar bedroom, and there were no windows, only two doors, a few pieces of furniture and someone sleeping in a chair beside the bed.

You sat up, careful not to disturb the sleeping giant beside you, and walked over to the door you assumed led out.

You were right, and as you stepped out into a dimly lit hallway. You looked left then right, and neither direction seemed to offer any obvious exit. Doorways lined both sides of the hall. You turned left and started walking. The numbers on the doors got lower the farther you went, and soon enough, you could hear voices.

You crept along the hallway until you came to an empty doorway and glanced around the corner. Three men were sitting around a table, and a teenager was pacing around behind them.

"I don't understand why we can't just wake her up? What's the harm." The boy asked. He looked familiar, they all did, and the more you stared, the more confused you became.

"We've already tried that, Jack. Multiple times." Growled, one of the men. He had the shortest hair of the bunch. He was nursing a beer and clutching an aged wallet-sized photo in his hand.

The second man in a trench coat was flipping through a giant old book. The man sitting beside him in a leather jacket laughed and didn't bother to look up as he spoke. "Dean, don't take it out on him. He's just worried. So are you."

"I believe all are." Trenchcoat spoke up.

"Shut up, Gabriel!" Dean shouted.

Gabriel took the beer from him, and their conversation escalated from there. They hadn't noticed you until you walked down the step into the room and cleared your throat.

Four heads turned towards you, and before you could say a word, Jack tackled you. "Y/N!"

You shouted in surprise as your feet left the floor. You awkwardly hugged the adolescent back and tried as hard as you could to remember him, but your mind came up blank.

The only thing floating around in your mind were some words in another language you couldn't understand. You were still thinking them over when you were helped to your feet.

"Not to be rude, but can one of you tell me what the hell is going on?" You asked, looking around the room.

"You don't remember us, still?" Jack asked, looking like a kicked puppy. It almost broke your heart, and you wanted to hug him again, but you didn't understand why.

"We still have time to figure this out." Cas whispered from his place beside Dean.

Gabriel, the only one who hadn't spoken up, nodded towards the door and ducked out. You glanced back at the others, who were back to arguing before following.

When he stopped walking, you were standing in a library of sorts. He pulled out a chair and pointed to the one across from him. "This is going to be a long story. One you might not want to believe, but I promised I'd tell you, if need be."

Over the next half hour, Gabriel told you the story that was supposedly your life, which involved a whole lot of death. Hundreds of monsters that shouldn't exist. A pair of overprotective, best friends, and an epic and explosive relationship with an unnamed archangel. But by his expression, you knew it was him.

You didn't interrupt him because as insane as it all sounded, it made some sense. You only had one question when he finished. "Why can't I remember?"

"You made a deal. I told you not to. You wouldn't listen. You never do. Not when your boys are involved." He didn't elaborate, and the moment the words left his mouth, a memory or the faintest piece of one flashed across your mind. It was Sam and Dean. They were sitting at the same table as you but at the other end. Dean had a knife, and Sam was holding a lamp.

You pushed your chair out and walked across the room to where you saw them. "What was going to happen?" You asked, moving the lamp.

"Dean might have died. Sam too. Maybe even Jack and Cas. Me as well." He said, watching you, hopeful.

"And now what? Im going to die? Or was losing my memories the price." You ran your hands over your initials, and your finger hovered over Deans.

"It wasn't that simple. It never is, not with witches." Dean spoke up from the doorway.

You turned to look at him and sat the lamp back down. "Then why don't you tell me, Dean."

When Dean didn't answer, you looked to Gabriel. He wouldn't meet your gaze. It only annoyed you. "If I'm going to die, I think I deserve to know why. Don't I? I mean isn't that what this was all about?"

The longer they remained silent, the angrier you got, and the harder it became to hold on to the sole memory you had gained. You fell into one of the chairs and rested your head on the table.

Gabriel walked over and took the chair beside you. He looked past you at Dean as he spoke. "You aren't going to die. I won't let you, sweetheart."

He leaned forward and grabbed your hand. You smiled at the gesture and looked down at your joined hands. "You still haven't answered my question, Casanova." You glanced back at Dean, who was glaring daggers at the archangel. "Neither of you have."

"Your better off not knowing how you got us all into this mess." Dean muttered before storming off.

"Should I-?" You watched him walk off and debated whether to follow. You glanced at Gabriel, and he nodded. "I'll be here."

You gave him a quick peck on the cheek out of unconscious habit and ran off down the hall after Dean.

It took over an hour, but you finally found him brooding in the garage, his head under the hood of the impala. By then, your head was pounding, and you were too tired to argue with him.

You knocked on the trunk and walked around to the front. "Hey, Dean? Can we talk?"

He stood up and shut the hood, somewhat forcefully. "About what? You don't remember anything. It would be a one-sided argument. One we've had countless times. I'm tired of this, Y/N."

He went to walk past you, but you stepped in his way. "I remembered you and Sam carving your initials into the table upstairs. I know that at some point soon after, we added my own. Then MW, and then Cas, and Jacks. I may not remember anything, but I can feel it deep inside. So don't try and treat me like a child." You emphasized your point by pushing him lightly when he tried again to get past you.

"Do you really want to know what happened? Why you can't remember anything? Why everyone is so worried about you dying?" He asked, catching your hands again as you went to push him.

"You were out. You were living a normal life in Sioux Falls, with Jody and Donna and the girls." He rolled his eyes. "You and Gabe were retired. You should have stayed retired. It was safer."

He let go of your hands and lifted a hand. Dean wiped away the blood that had trickled down from your nose. You hadn't realized, it was bleeding till he held his hand up to show you. "It was one thing, to know you were safe even if it meant you were him. I saw you die once, don't make me do it again."

When you didn't say anything, he leaned closer. His face was only a hair away from yours. His eyes were on your lips, and you were trying to wrap your mind around what he had said, but in that time, you didn't move away, and he took that as permission to kiss you.

You froze as he pressed his lips against yours in a soft featherlike kiss. He whispered, "I had to do it at least once, n/n, I love you."

He stepped back and didn't get much farther than that before you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and smashed your lips against his in a more passionate kiss.

One of his hands made its way to your hair and the other slid around your waist pulling you closer.

When you pulled away you were both breathing heavy and you leaned back against the side of the impala. Dean was holding you close, his forehead pressed against yours. "I'm not sorry, n/n."

You nodded and closed your eyes.

Somewhere in the bunker, a clock struck midnight and it felt as if your head exploded.

Your memories came flooding back, between the third and fourth chimes.

By the seventh, you were limp in Dean's arms, and he was shouting for Cas.

By the eleventh, your world was a smoky sea of nothingness, and you felt yourself slipping away.

#supernatural #spn x reader #gabriel x reader #dean winchester #dean x reader #castiel #imagines #jack kline #team free will

[fallen-angel-writing]

The Black Queen Prologue

Series Summary: In an Alternate Universe, one much darker than our own, the Avengers, instead of being Earth's Protectors, are its dictators, as they lead HYDRA. When a scientist goes rogue and tries to steal the Tesseract from the vault, the HYDRA!Reader is sent after them. It was an easy task, kill the lab monkey and bring back the energy source. Only when she returned, she wasn't her, or at least that's what her memory loss made her out to be.

Chapter Summary: The reader is off on a mission that could be done in her sleep, a simple assassination and retrieval. She should've been back in a day, but instead, they had to go look for her.

Chapter Warnings: mentions of death, violence and minor injury. As well as some blood, gore and torture.

Pairings: (Winter Soldier x HYDRA!Reader; HYDRA!Avengers x HYDRA!Reader; Winter Soldier x Reader; HYDRA!Avengers x Reader)

A/N: From this point on, this version of the readers' story until otherwise stated will be taking place in The White Knight. As Always, this is a female avenger reader fic. Not Beta Read. Written on Grammarly. All mistakes are my own. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,700

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She slowly spun around in a circle, a knife in one hand at her side and a flashlight raised in her other. As the led light passed over the computer screens mounted to the wall, (Y/N) caught a glimpse of her reflection. It made her cringe.

Her long (H/C) waves were coated in blood and tangled with twigs and leaves. Under her tired and dull (E/C) eyes were dark grey bags. Under the layers of dirt and grime, she could feel the bruises forming and the blood still flowing.

Her tactical uniform was in tatters. She had found a hoodie in a supply closet and pulled the worn garment around her cold frame before entering the lab. Now she was boiling from the heat that emanated from the generators hidden beneath the floor grates.

(Y/N) continued to stare at the blackened screens. Her focus was on the room behind her as she held the flashlight between her teeth. Slowly pulling the twigs from her hair. Superhuman or not, she would have noticed the strain on the metal grate where she stood as the would-be assassins crept up behind her.

She counted to ten in her head. At three, she sheathed her knife. At six, she turned the safety off on her gun, and at nine, she dropped the flashlight and spun. Her size nine rothco tactical boot clipped one in the jaw and sent him stumbling back. She'd heard a crack as the sole of her boot connected and smirked. Even exhausted and in desperate need of a shower, she was still a damn good fighter.

Her victory was a short one as the second man, dressed in a lab coat, tackled her. Her gun flew from the holster and spun across the floor, sending the scientist scrambling after it. (Y/N) laid there dazed for a moment and rolled onto her feet as she saw the white lab coat hobble past her. She grabbed the short man's ankle and pulled him back as his fingers brushed the grip of her gun. "You already took the tesseract! I won't let you take me as well!" He wailed, swinging blindly.

She dodged the first and pulled her back up from the strap on her calf as he swung again. He missed punching her but was able to grab the hood of her jacket and jerked her forward. She fell forward and pulled the trigger as she did. Someone had to of been watching over her because one, two and three shots echoed throughout the room. Her ears were ringing, slightly, as she crouched beside the body, feeling for a pulse. It was out of habit, though entirely unnecessary as she looked at him. One-shot landed in his shoulder, another through the heart and the third through his head. He was dead. That was going to be a slight issue.

Looking over at the second scientist, she saw he was still lying on the ground holding his jaw and stood. She wiped her hands on the dead man's lab coat as she passed and picked up her forgotten weapon. As she neared him, she could make out his pained mutterings. He was speaking Russian and begging for his life. She hadn't touched him yet, and he was already scared half to death. Why couldn't all her missions be that simple?

"the znayesh, kto ya?" (Do you know who I am?) She asked, pulling over a chair to sit. She lazily pointed the gun at him and leaned forward against the backrest of the chair.

The man nodded and sobbed. "Death."

She huffed and pulled the clip from her gun, checking the bullets before she answered. "eto moget byt, noh boleye concrette. znaete, u kogo vy ukrali? na kogo vy rabotali? kto ya." (That may be, but more specifically. Do you know who you stole from? Who you were working for? Who I am.)

"You are an Avenger." He spat on her boot and cursed. "HYDRAS avengers."

"And yet you and your little friend there." She paused and pointed with her gun at the corpse. "Thought you could steal from us and get away with it."

"We did not steal anything." He screamed, terrified. She shook her head and turned the gun towards his far ankle. She squeezed the trigger.

"Try again." She demanded, calmly, after he quit screaming. "gde tesseract?" (Where is the tesseract?)

"It was taken." He sobbed.

"By?" She asked, standing up.

"I don't know." He replied.

"Not good enough." She sighed and slammed her heel down onto his bleeding ankle.

He cried out again. "The Asgardian!"

(Y/N) felt as if she'd been slapped and stumbled back. She quickly recovered and stalked towards him, pressing the gun to his forehead. "Which Asgardian?" She growled.

"L-Loki," he stuttered.

A fourth and final gunshot rang out, and (Y/N) turned and stalked out of the lab.

The Avenger waited until she was safely back on the quinjet and flying over the Southern Pacific before calling Natasha to report in.

The jet was gliding smoothly along on autopilot, allowing the Russian assassin to stalk back and forth, listening as her phone rang.

'Pick up. Pick Up. Damn it, Nat. Answer your phone.' She thought to herself as the seventh ring rang out. She was on the verge of hanging up when the call connected, and a sleep ridden mumble met her ear.

"mladshaya sestra, it's three in the morning." (Little Sister)

"I'm well aware, Natasha. I wouldn't have woken up if it wasn't important." She replied, falling into her pilots' chair.

The call was quiet for a moment, and she barely heard Nat tell Steve to go back to bed and a door shut before the redheaded younger assassin's voice was in her ear again, full of concern. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

"No worse than usual, but." She sighed and rubbed her temples. "The tesseract is gone. Taken before I arrived."

Again she was met with silence as the grumble of a coffee pot echoed through her device, and she winced. "Torture is not an appropriate reaction, Nat." She hissed.

The sound disappeared almost instantly. "You did wake me up early. Now what were you saying, about Tony having a reason to come after you?"

"I had nothing to do with this."

Natasha interrupted her. "I know that, you know that. Steve will know that. That doesn't mean Tony will, or that he will care."

(Y/N) groaned again and leaned back in her seat. "From what I was told, Loki betrayed us yet again. He stole back the tesseract, and fled to his golden throne."

"This couldn't be any worse. Just tell me you're coming back in one piece. The rest we can figure out." Nat sighed.

"Like I said, I'm breathing." (Y/N) smiled and sat up straighter as the night sky filled with pitch-black churning clouds.

"(N/N)! You need, to be careful. Exactly how bad is it?" Natasha asked in a hushed whisper.

"Again, I'm breathing, and I'll live. Nat, don't worry. Besides, we spoke last night, he's still in Germany. I can easily get cleaned up and be halfway healed, before he comes back."

She flipped the phone onto the speaker and sat it on her lap as she took back the controls. She glanced down at the phone. "Nat?"

She fell back against the chair as the jet shook. FRIDAY's screen lit up and exploded in a flash of red sparks as the phone picked back up. It wasn't Natasha on the other end.

"(Y/N)," Steve spoke, his voice gravelly from sleep. "He's been back for two days. He only told you that so he could monitor your mission from the hub."

She covered her head as the sparks rained down on her and swallowed the scream as Steve told her the one thing she dreaded to hear. "So he's seen everything?" She asked, looking up as lightning flashed across the sky. The jet was struggling to glide itself as she turned on the remaining monitors.

"We both did, up until you found the lab. He, isn't happy, but Tony got the worst of it this morning." He paused, taking a coffee cup from his darling redheaded wife and listening to the commotion on her end. "What's happening there, (L/N)."

(Y/N) winced at the change in his tone and jerked her hands back from the farthest monitor when shock ran up her arm. "This storm came out of no where, captain."

The call dropped a moment later, and ahead the rain and lightning stopped. The sky even looked a little blue.

She fought with the tiller and angled the plane towards the opening. She was too close to change directions when the opening lit up and turned into a firey glowing portal. She closed her eyes and waited for the jet to crash into a mountain. It never happened, but slowly the exhaustion and tiredness she avoided feeling throughout the flight slipt in and she passed out.

#hydra avengers #avenger!reader #series #bucky x reader #steve rogers x natasha romanoff #female reader #dark!avengers #marvel mcu

[fallen-angel-writing]

Whiskey Lullabies, Familiar Strangers and Forgotten Goodbyes.

Summary: Imagine you were just waiting out a storm in your bar, your safe haven when a group of familiar strangers come in and immediately start to turn your little world upside down.

Chapter Warnings: Threats of violence, drinking. Sort of off canon.

Pairings: Supernatural X Reader; Dean Winchester x Reader; Sam Winchester x Reader; Platonic!Jack Cline x Reader; Gabriel x Reader/

A/N: I do not own the GIF. Credit to the owner. The types of relationships with Sam, Dean and Gabriel have not been identified in this part, they will be later on. As will who the reader is. Not Beta Read. Written on Grammarly. All mistakes are my own. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,193

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Outside the windows, there was a storm raging that rivalled all others. The thunder was so loud you couldn't even hear it. It just shook the bar from the floor to ceiling. Nobody'd been by in over five hours since a while before the storm set in.

By the time you'd realized it was too late to walk home and you didn't have a car to drive. So, you just turned on the radio and grabbed a bottle of liquor from the top shelf and decided to wait it out.

You were sitting on the ground, back leaning against the bar, nursing that same bottle and singing along to a song on the radio.

"She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette.

She broke his heart.

He spent his whole life tryin' to forget.

We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time

But never could he get drunk enough to get her off his mind

Until the night

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger

And finally drank away her memory

life is short but, this time it was bigger

Than the strength, he had to get up off his knees

We found him with his face down in the pillow

With a note that says I'll love her till I die

And when we buried him beneath the willow

The Angels sang a whiskey lullaby."

You hadn't heard the car pull up, and when the front windows brightened, you just thought it was the lightning. No one was dumb enough to be driving out in a storm like this.

The front doors slammed against the wall a few seconds later, and you glanced up at the mirror hanging above you and saw a pair of guys standing there, looking like a couple of drowned rats. Something about them was familiar. You couldn't place it as you stood up and sat the bottle on the counter.

"Hate to break it to you boys, but bars closed due to the storm. Or did you not notice what you were driving through?" You asked, picking up a rag off the wooden counter, pretending to be busy wiping it down.

Neither said a word as they just stared at you like they were looking at a ghost. "Is there something I can do for you?" You asked when neither continued staring.

You rolled your eyes at the continued silence and grabbed a pair of beers from the fridge. You sat them on the counter, popping the caps off before sliding them towards them. The taller one walked over and took a seat. Sam had long hair that stopped just before his shoulders. "Thank you." He smiled and took a sip of the drink, still watching you.

You nodded and grabbed your bottle of crown royal and poured it into a glass. "So what are you doing here?" You asked as the other one joined him. This close, you could tell they were related. They looked too much alike. "Family roadtrip?" You added.

The one with long hair nodded. "Yeah, something like that. I'm Sam and this is my brother-" His brother cut him off. "You don't recognise us, not even a little bit?" He almost looked hurt when you shook your head no.

Even if there was something about them, you'd never seen them before. You knew as much. You'd spent your whole life in that little no-name town. You would've remembered meeting either of them.

You were about to ask why when the front door flew open again and a kid walked in. Kid may not have been the best word. He looked about 16 maybe, and there was that feeling again like you knew him. He seemed to think he knew you too because when he looked around the bar, his eyes lit up when he saw you. "Y/-" He started to say, but the brother whose name you still didn't know interrupted him. "Jack, I thought I told you to wait in the car."

"You did, but Dean, you guys were in here forever and Jody called. She got a lead, but it looks like we don't need it anymore." The kid- Jack said, looking towards you.

So now they all had names, but they were starting to make you feel rather uncomfortable. You dumped your drink down the drain and walked down towards the far end of the bar, where you kept a shotgun.

Jack and Dean continued with whatever argument they were having, and it seemed at least from what you heard was one they were used to having because Sam seemed content to just sit back and watch them.

Your hands had just wrapped around the pistol grip and forestock when Sam turned his attention to you. He seemed to know what you were planning, as he tried to steer the conversation back to a more normal setting. "Sorry, about them." He said, smiling. "So you know are names, but we don't know yours. Mind if I ask what it is?"

You kept your grip on the gun firm but left it sitting on the shelf as you answered. "My name is, Y/N. Y/N L/N." He nodded, again, still smiling. He acted as if he already knew your name before you said it. The kid- Jack. He had. You hadn't forgotten that, unlike just about everything else in your life.

"We don't have time for this, she's going to die if we don't get her to remember!" Jack shouted and both you and Sam looked towards him.

Before Dean or Sam could explain you lifted the shotgun and pointed it at the three. They were close enough together you'd hit them all if you fired. "Alright, I've had just about enough of this. Now somebody tell me, what the hell is going on! Who is going to die?"

Sam and Dean looked at each other, and then back at you. Dean spoke up first. "You." At the same time, Sam mumbled something under his breath and a breeze blew through your hair.

You spun around and found yourself stuck between the bar and a fourth man who had simply appeared out of thin air. "Where the hell did you come from?"

"I used to be the man of your dreams."

"Gabriel, we don't have time for this." Dean ground out, from behind you.

You were about to say something else when Gabriel held up a finger and snapped.

In an instant, the world went black.

#supernatural #imagines #dean x reader #sam x reader #jack x reader #gabriel x reader #gabriel spn #dean winchester #sam winchester

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Disclaimer: The works listed as follows are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental. ©witchy-Winchester-fray_2022. all rights reserved. Please do not copy, translate or redistribute my work in any way without my consent. All characters included, unless an original, are owned by their individual creators. All credit for the worlds in which they reside as well as the characters themselves go to the creators.

This masterlist, as the name implies, is for all Sons of Anarchy related works. All writings, unless otherwise specified, are going to be female readers, as well as readers who have some sort of relationship with the club, they may be members, old ladies, crow eaters, etc. All will be tagged.

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Mini-Series

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One Shots

#samcro #sons of anarchy #jax teller #chibs telford #tig trager #happy lowman #herman kozik #juice ortiz #opie winston #series #mini series #imagines #one shots

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Supernatural Masterlist

Disclaimer: The works listed as follows are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental. ©fallen-angel-writing_2022. all rights reserved. Please do not copy, translate or redistribute my work in any way without my consent. All characters included, unless an original, are owned by their individual creators. All credit for the worlds in which they reside as well as the characters themselves go to the creators.

This masterlist, as the name implies, is for all Supernatural related works. All writings, unless otherwise specified, are going to be female readers, they will range from hunters, to what I like to call normals and even the occasional angel or demon. All will be tagged.

Series

Mini-Series

Imagines whiskey-lullabys-familiar-strangers-forgotten-goodbyes Summary: Imagine you were just waiting out a storm in your bar, your safe haven when a group of familiar strangers come in and immediately start to turn your little world upside down. Pairings: Supernatural X Reader; Dean Winchester x Reader; Sam Winchester x Reader; Platonic!Jack Cline x Reader; Gabriel x Reader

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PART 2 OF WHISKEY LULLABYS, FAMILIAR STRANGERS AND FORGOTTEN GOODBYES

Summary: You woke up in the bunker. You still have no memories, but this time while things are looking bleak, you at least have a chance to learn who you are, but will it be too late if you do eventually remember?

Pairings: Supernatural X Reader; Dean Winchester x Reader; Platonic! Jack Cline x Reader; Gabriel x Reader.

One-Shots

#supernatural #masterlist #dean winchester #sam winchester #jack kline #castiel #crowley #lucifer #gabriel spn #series #mini series #imagines #one shot #team free will #alternate universe

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The White Knight Prologue

Series Summary: The Reader was sent on a mission, that from the beginning was doomed, though no one knew that for certain. When does she finally return to the compound, there's a suspicion among some of the avengers she isn't really her. But were that the case, where was their reader at, was she okay, how were they going to get her back? The "Reader" claimed to have amnesia, upon waking up, and the most important people in her life fell for it, hook line and sinker. So now it was them and her against the rest of the avengers.

Chapter Summary: The reader is on a mission, to find a scientist and stolen weapon. Her mission may have been a success, but that doesn't necessarily mean she'll be making it home in time for her possible not date with Sergeant Barnes.

Chapter Warnings: mentions of death, violence and minor injury. typical - canon type. Pairings: (Bucky Barnes x Reader; Avengers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x HYDRA!Reader; Avengers x HYDRA!Reader)

A/N: From this point on, this version of the readers' story until otherwise stated will be taking place in The Black Queen. As Always, this is a female avenger reader fic. Not Beta Read. Written on Grammarly. All mistakes are my own. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,495

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The concrete hallway was as empty as it was eerie, with the flickering lights hanging low from the ceiling, just out of reach. The only door that (Y/N) could see was at the far end and held slightly ajar. No light came from inside, but she could hear a faint humming from inside.

She lifted a hand and pushed a button on her earpiece. A ringing filled her ears, followed by a buzzing. Tony's shouting filled her ears, and she laughed, listening as he told someone off. "When I hear from her, I will tell you! Now get out of my lab."

Something smashed, and a door slammed before she spoke up. "Are we alone?" She asked, not waiting for an answer as she continued. "I think I may have found it, but I can't be sure. Also, the next time you want to send me to a deserted island to hunt down a rogue HYDRA scientist, who may or may not have stolen Loki's Scepter, send me with more than just a few recruits because I'm now on my own."

Tony's sigh echoed through her ears, and at his command, she pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes. A faint blue light spread over the lenses, and the new x-ray program tore down the wall in front of her. "It looks like your alone there, so just get in the lab, and we can shut this down. The sooner, the better. Between Natasha, Barnes, and Capsicle, I have no peace. They're acting like I sent you into a war zone. It took Thor, and reindeer games, to get her out of here before she killed me for sending you."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as she walked down the hallway. There was no point in blaming Nat for being angry. (Y/N) was just as mad, maybe more so. If she hadn't been on this mission, she would have gotten to go on her first official date with Bucky. Tony knew they were planning it when he volunteered her. Speaking of the devil, Tony continued to chatter away, mostly about useless facts and how he felt Steve and Nat were tiptoeing around their feelings as if everyone didn't already know about them. Most days, she could care less for his gossip, but being in the underground base, was making her skin crawl, and it was nice to hear a familiar voice, even if that voice belonged to a person who was a little obsessed with her mentor and would-be sister.

Before walking into the lab, the curly blonde hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and she interrupted his ramblings. "Tony, I need you to do something for me."

Once again, he sighed and muttered an incoherent response as she asked him to find Barnes. There was a moment of silence, and she heard a door slam, and a moment later, the man on her mind was talking in her ear. "Hey Doll, are you okay. Are you on your way back yet?"

To anyone else, he may have sounded calm. No hint of concern, but to (Y/N), who knew him better than almost anyone, aside from Steve, he was tired. She doubted he had slept since she left.

It made her smile, knowing he cared so much, and it took her a moment to find her words after not hearing his voice for three days. "Yea-yeah I'm fine, Buck. I'm nearly done here. I just needed to hear your voice."

She glanced down at her wrist and leaned against the wall. It was 3 am in New York. Everyone should have been asleep. "Did I wake you up?" She asked, though she already knew the answer to that.

"No. I was waiting till you got back. I was worried about you. It wasn't supposed to take this long." She heard something shatter and figured Tony was still lurking.

"Don't break anything too expensive, please. Tony will have a fit, and I'll never hear the end of it." She glanced behind her and pulled a gun from her holster before pushing open the door with her foot. "And if I end up having to babysit Peter gain, you're going to owe me, big time."

He laughed, and she stepped into the lab. It was empty. There was a set of computers spread out in front of her. They were far too outdated for them to be of any use. She walked further into the room and slowly spun in a circle. She missed half of what Bucky had said and turned off her earpiece with a quick. "I have to go."

She wished she could've kept him on, but the sooner (Y/N) finished, the sooner she could get back to him. She walked towards the far wall, squinting at the two-way mirror in the center.

(Y/N) leaned close to the glass and peered through. The room on the other side was pitch black, and the glasses she forgot she was wearing didn't pick up on anyone lurking, so far as she could tell.

She pushed the sunglasses back into her hair and pulled the gun from its holster. She took a deep breath and said a small prayer to whoever may have been listening. (Y/N) took a small step back and raised the gun. She fired off a shot. The glass spidered, and she tapped a manicured nail in the centre. A shower of glass rained down on her. She shook out her hair and carefully climbed through the window.

An hour later, and another three dead HYDRA operatives later, (Y/N) was securing Loki's scepter in its case on the quinjet. Once she was confident it wouldn't go anywhere, (Y/N) disarmed and pulled off her bullet-ridden vest. She tossed it onto a chair and started the takeoff sequence.

After climbing through the window, the glasses went haywire. The scientist she was after and his guards, all of whom were terrible shots, had been waiting for her. She'd killed the soldiers, but not before, getting hit in the head, hard with the butt of lokis old toy. At the time made a mental note to return the favour to the Asgardian one day, possibly with her own.

She was about 20 minutes into the flight when a familiar and concerned voice came on over the comms. "Doll! Tell me that you're, okay? You just disappeared back there. I was so worried." She couldn't help but smile, even with the pounding headache. "I'm sorry about that. I was just worried things would get a bit crazy, and I didn't need you stealing a jet or anything to make sure I was okay. You didn't, right?"

She was only half-joking, as she knew very well had she not checked back in or turned on the comm. Bucky would have done just that. He had in the past, multiple times. He sighed, and she could picture him running his right hand through his hair before dragging it down his face. "You're going to be the death of me. I hope you know that." He muttered, and she laughed again as a wave of pain fueled exhaustion washed over her.

It had been a long three days. "When I get back, I'll make it up to you, I swear." She thought about it for a moment and winced as she spoke. "When I get back, do you want to go to that 40's film festival, in Central Park with me? We never did get to go on our coffee date, and that may be a bit more fun." She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head.

When he didn't respond, she added. "It doesn't have to be a date or anything, we could just, spend some time together, enjoying each other's company, or we could get a group together?"

Whatever Bucky said next was cut off as an ear-splitting buzz filled her ears, and she ripped her headphones off. Sending a nauseating spike of pain through her skull. "Damn it."

She panted and leaned back in the seat, turning on the autopilot. (Y/N) unclipped the seatbelt and stood up. She walked to the back of the jet on unsteady legs. Clinging to the wall where she could, otherwise trusting the seats to break her fall.

She looked down at the weapon through the glass top of the case. It was faintly glowing. Taking a small step back, she turned and called out to the AI onboard. "FRIDAY, I need you to start recording." She sat down beside the cold metal box and added.

She pulled her jacket tightly around her and propped her knees up on the case. She counted the pulses in her head and slowly started to drift off as they fell in sync with the beating of her heart. The last thing she heard before drifting off was FRIDAY's voice. The AI announced an incoming transmission from the compound.

#bucky x reader #avenger!reader #series #marvel mcu #bucky barnes #female reader #steve rogers x natasha romanoff

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Avengers Masterlist

Disclaimer: The works listed as follows are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental. ©fallen-angel-writing_2022. all rights reserved. Please do not copy, translate or redistribute my work in any way without my consent. All characters included, unless an original, are owned by their individual creators. All credit for the worlds in which they reside as well as the characters themselves go to the creators. This masterlist, as the name implies, is for all Avengers related works. All writings, unless otherwise specified, are going to be female readers, as well as avenger readers.

Pairings: (Bucky Barnes x Reader; Avengers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x HYDRA!Reader; Avengers x HYDRA!Reader)

Series Summary: The Reader was sent on a mission, that from the beginning was doomed. When she finally returns home, there's a suspicion among the avengers she isn't really her. But were that the case, where was their reader at, was she okay, how were they going to get her back? The "Reader" claimed to have amnesia, upon waking up, and the most important people in her life fell for it, hook line and sinker. So now it was them and her against the rest of the avengers.

Parts: prologue chapter one (coming soon) chapter two (coming soon)

(WIP) The Black Queen Pairings: (Winter Soldier x HYDRA!Reader; HYDRA!Avengers x HYDRA!Reader; Winter Soldier x Reader; HYDRA!Avengers x Reader)

Summary: In an Alternate Universe, one much darker than our own, the Avengers, instead of being Earths Protectors, are its dictators, as they lead HYDRA. When a scientist goes rogue and tries to steal the Tesseract from the vault, the HYDRA!Reader is sent after them. It was an easy task, kill the lab monkey and bring back the energy source. Only when she returned, she wasn't her, or at least that's what her memory loss made her out to be.

Parts: prologue

chapter-one

chapter two (coming soon)

Mini-Series

Imagines

One-Shots

Summary: James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, was born on this date, 105 years ago. No one is ever too old to have a party. Even if he is a grouchy super soldier. So, Happy Surprise Birthday, Sergeant Barnes.

happy-105th

#marvel #avengers #winter soldier x reader #loki laufeyson #thor odinson #steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #series #imagines #one shot

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A Change in Fate - Teen Wolf Imagine

masterlist Season:3 Episode:23

Pairings: McCall Pack x Reader (Platonic), Past Isaac Lahey x Reader, Mentioned Briefly Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: Heartbreak, Character Death, Typical Teen Wolf Violence

Word Count: 2k+.

Summary: For the last day, everyone has been worried sick about Lydia, she just disappeared. Void Stiles is on the loose, and any one of them could be the target. Eventually, the Pack make their way to the Oak Creek Internment camp, ready to save their friend; instead of heeding her warnings. After the battle that follows, Lydia is back, but someone else may have died instead.

Authors Note: All mistakes in this are my own. I've had this for a while and only just decided to post. I'm going to be adding more I think. A Change in Fate is going to end up a mini-series, for Alexis "Lexi" McCall.

The sun had long since set over the town of Beacon Hills casting, an ominous shadowy glow that stretched miles beyond the city limits. The roads were empty- aside from the stray traveller and an occasional roaming deer. For a time, there werent any cars on the silent stretch of road, blackening an already dark sky. Everything was quiet, and there wasnt a single noise in the air. If a tree chose at that moment to fall, there would be no way of knowing whether it had made a noise or not. No sooner had the silence come on it ended. with the rumble of an engine and a flash of headlights shining through the trees. A car coloured to match the shadows, and windows tinted just as dark flew around the bend. They drove along, gliding across the lane, occasionally drifting into the opposite, always though quick to return. A second car appeared on the road, coming from the opposite direction. As the pair grew closer, the newcomer slowed. The shadow car drifted back into their lane out as if taking a breath. When they steadied out, the car picked up speed, only to be charged again by the opposing car. A faint buzzing paired with a blinding light of headlights pulled the girl from her thoughts in time to whip the car back into her lane and slam on the brakes. She laid her head on the steering wheel. Her arms crossed, holding her waist, as a wave of nausea rolled over her. She sat there for a moment, listening to her breathing as it slowed, and looked around as the buzzing grew louder, and something on the passenger side floor lit up the otherwise blacked-out car. Leaning over, she picked it up and answered without checking who was calling. Stiles was on the other end. "Lexi? Finally, Ive been trying to get a hold of you for hours. Where have you been? Wait, that isnt important now. Listen! I think I found Lydia. I sent you the address. Shes at Oak Creek, I dont know what it is yet, and I cant find it on any maps. I dont know why. You have to trust me on this shes there. Hurry up, Scott and the others are already here." He hadnt let her get a word in before ending the call. That was typical Stiles, but not anything like how he had been acting the last time she saw him. He was sick then, could barely speak a word above a whisper. It had been that morning, or at least she thought it had been. Looking around again, this time past the windows at her surroundings she, realised shed left Beacon Hills in her rearview. She didnt remember getting in the car, let alone driving along the empty roads. The last thing she remembered was a fight with Derek. He dropped her off at the McCall house that morning and made her promise she would get some rest. At least she thought it was the same day. The clock on the dash said it was, but that didnt mean much. How had she ended up in his car? A better question was where he was? A better question would have been why couldnt she remember, but that would all have to wait, as a text from Stiles vibrated her phone and nearly had her jumping out of her skin. A short drive later, she had reached her destination. Oak Creek. Next, she called Scott, again the same thing. She was a few feet away from the gates. She neared the gates, running her hand along the chainlink as a set of headlights blinded her. Throwing up a hand, she watched as Stiles, Allison, Kira, Scott, and Issac climbed out of the jeep. “What are you doing here?” She and Stiles asked at the same time. Continuing their in sync conversation, both replied. “Looking for Lydia.” Isaac stepped into the space between the pair and waved his hands to try and get their attention. “Not to interrupt to interrupt whatever was just going on here, but dont we have more important things to do?” “Isaacs right,” Allison added, and Scott and Kira both nodded before the former spoke up himself. “Weve done this before, guys. A couple of weeks ago, we were standing around, just like this, and we saved Malia. Remember? That was a total stranger. “He paused and looked around the semi-circle at his pack. “This is Lydia.” Allison and Lexi both nodded, sharing a

look. The former spoke up. “I’m here to save my best friend.” The latter added. “I’m here to protect mine and save another.” Scott looked at Stiles. “I came to save mine.” Isaac looked around the group and rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke jokingly. “I-i just didn’t feel like doing any homework.” A glare from Lexi and Allison ended the joking, and they entered the camp. No one needed to explain how this would end, they all knew or at least had an idea. Scott and Stiles took off towards the tunnel entrance to find Lydia, leaving the rest of the pack to face any threats on the surface. Lexi led her friends around the overturned trucks and stopped in her tracks. Noshiko and the Oni stood waiting. Kira stepped up beside her and unsheathed her sword. Noshiko spoke before anyone else had a chance. “Kira, turn around and go home. Take your friends with you.” Kira shook her head, and the Oni pulled their weapons as well. “I can't. When I looked at the game, I realized who I was actually playing.” She paused and looked towards her friends on either side of her. “You.” Allison notched an arrow but kept her bow lowered as she spoke. “Call them off.” Noshiko shook her head. “You think you could take him alive? You think you can save him?” Kira nodded. “What if we can?” “I tried something like it seventy years ago. Your friend is gone.”

“Are you sure? Or if Stiles doesn't have to die, maybe Rhys didn't have to die, either?” “I see I'm no longer the Fox now, Kira-- you are. But, the Nogitsune is still my demon to bury.” Void Stiles stepped out of the shadows, clutching one of Noshikos last kaiken tails in his hands. He ran his hands along the length of the feather and lifted his head. Smiling as he looked at them all. He snapped the arrow and a flow of black smoke poured out. Something in the air changed, but that wasn’t all. “Mom? What is that? What does that mean?” Void Stiles laughed. “It means there's been a change in ownership…” All eyes turned to the Oni, uncertain of whether he was trying to frighten them or if he was telling the truth. “Now, they belong to me.” Lexi and what remained of the pack stepped closer together, and Isaac shouted as the first Oni disappeared. "How do we stop them?” Noshiko answered as she reached them. Her arm stretched out toward Kira. “You can't!” Noshiko had vanished, as quickly as the Oni appeared, following Void Stiles’ exit. There was only so much the four of them could have hoped to accomplish against the Oni, his Oni. She and Isaac were handling themselves alright, fighting three between the two of them, while Kira took on the other two. Allison was safe from them for the moment; they hadnt cared a bit about her. All they wanted was to get rid of the threats. That all changed when she raised her bow. The fight had turned, and Issac was fighting three on his own. Kira swung at one and it vanished, reappearing feet away, out of the skirmish. Allison released her arrow. It flew through the air. Another Oni disappeared, causing the first shot to miss. The silver-tipped bolt flew past Lexis head, and she fell back, knocking into Kira. Both girls stumbled and the former fell to her knees. Kira blocked a blow that would have severed her head from her shoulders as the other girl rolled to her feet. Her eyes blazed gold, and she swung her claws at the monster in front of her. Dodging its blows as easily as it did hers. She turned and jumped back. The pair were now fighting back to back, barely holding their own against the monsters, and the former watched the Archer. Issac was brought to his knees only yards away. There was nothing they could do to help him. As the sword lifted, poised to strike, Allison opened her hand, letting an arrow fly. It hit true and struck its target. The shadowy figure froze in mid-strike. The sword fell to the ground, and the Oni around them froze. Lexi took the opportunity to slash at the creature in front of her, and it stumbled back. The rest still frozen, as she ran towards her friend, looking back as the bright yellow glow from thousands of fireflies filled the monster's insides. The arrow fell to the ground, and a deafening explosion shook the earth as it exploded. She stood beside Allison, both holding each other's arms to keep steady as they looked at the black stain on the ground. “You did it,” Lexi whispered. Her voice was barely audible to the other girls' human ears, but even without hearing her, the other girl knew what her friend meant and threw her arms around her in a hug. It was the first time in weeks they had spoken, and while their reunion could have waited, it was necessary. The reunion, though joyous, left Allison unprotected as one of the remaining Oni rushed forward. Lexis dark eyes widened as she watched over the taller girls shoulder. She didnt think and shoved her friend to the ground, her eyes flashing red. Allison gasped as she watched her friend unintentionally step into the sword as it plunged into her stomach. It hurt for only a second, and she lurched forward, her hand instinctively going to cover the wound as the blade disappeared. Her eyes were still wide and a bright red as they filled with tears. Within the tunnels below, Lydia felt the blow. She twisted around, slamming her hands onto the walls. She dug her fingernails into the stone and held herself up as an unbearable pain filled her. Her scream filled the

air. “Leeexxxxiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!” She fell to her knees, still clutching the walls, as her scream echoed through the building carrying her pain with it. Tears poured from her eyes, running in dirt-streaked channels down her cheeks. On the surface, Scott reached the locked gate in time to see his sister stumble back a few steps and turn, meeting his gaze as she fell, her eyes returned to their natural gold, hands still pressed against her wound as blood poured out. Her previously white shirt was now stained red. Following the first who died and the one who ran, the remaining Oni vanished in clouds of black smoke. Allison jerked forward, catching her best friend as the werewolf fell to her knees and sank inward. Isaac beat Scott to them a moment later and pulled Lexi from his other halves embrace. Placing his hand over her own, he glanced up at Scott and back down at her. Tears were beginning to fill his eyes. There was so little pain to take. It was almost imaginary, but still, he saw the blackened trails go from her hands to his, and he couldn’t tell if she was taking from him or he from her. She looked up at him and smiled weakly. That gave him his answer. Her brother knelt beside Allison holding his first love as she cried for her friend and for a fate that should have been hers. Noshiko held her daughter as she cried, for the girl who befriended her, on her first day, and the elder kitsune wiped away her tears as she held her daughter tightly in her arms. Lexi turned away from Isaac and pulled a hand out from his. The other was tight in his grasp as she reached for her brother, as she asked, her voice cracking. “Did you find her? Is she okay? Is Lydia safe?” He nodded and mumbled, his voice brittle, as he held back his tears.

“Shes okay. Youre going to be okay too.” He squeezed her hand tightly as he spoke, trying to draw any of the pain she might be feeling out, but just as Issac felt, there was almost none. Her breath hitched, and her head fell back on Issac’s shoulder as her chest slowly rose and fell. The blackened veins thickened for a moment before fading away. He looked at her and brushed away a tear from her cheek. It was his own. “Youre not in any pain, Alexis.” He whispered, his voice full of fear and uncertainty. That was the first time he had called her, her full name in all the years she knew him. She never knew if he realised Lexi was just a nickname. Now she had her answer. She nodded weakly “I-Its because theres none to take.” He shook his head and gripped her hand tighter, trying with all his might to take away what she couldnt feel. “It's okay, Issac. It will be okay.” He shook his head and glanced up at the sky, “No. No, it won’t.” He replied, adding quietly. “I love you Lex.” She looked up at him and kept repeating that phrase, her voice growing quieter with each passing second. “It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s-” She stopped and struggled to take a breath. “I love you. I always have. You were my best friend. My first love. The first person I ever loved. The last person I will. I love you Isaac Lahey. I always have.” Scott, who had been watching in silence, tears streaming down his cheeks, as he held his first love and watched his sister die, howled in pain. All he wanted was for her to be in pain. He wanted her to heal and survive. None of them wanted to lose her. Scott, unable to bear it as he listened to her heartbeat grow weaker by the second, tightened his grip on her hand and wished he could return her pain and give her his as well. Anything to keep her alive just a while longer. Allison buried her face in Scott's shoulder, her fists tightly gripping his shirt. She shook as she sobbed. For months she and Lexi had barely spoken. Neither girl was entirely okay with how Issac and Allison's relationship came to be, not when it hurt their own. They got on well enough but hadnt been close until that moment. More tears fell as she realised it should have been her lying there. Lexi lifted a blood-stained hand to Issac's cheek and wiped away the tears falling. On what may have been her dying breath, she smiled, "Promise me, you wont give up.” With those final words, to her first love and her brother, to her pack and her family, her eyes closed, and she drifted off. The darkness crept over her, enveloping her in a chilly warmth as she faded away. The last thought that crossed her mind was she didnt want to die. She couldnt leave them like this. She didnt want to say goodbye. None of this should have happened. Before the world fell into a silent nothingness Lydia's scream finally reached the surface joined by the pained roars of her Alpha and brother Scott, and her best friend and first love Isaac. The screams from Kira and Allison joined them, drowning out the faint sound of a siren as it neared. That was the last thing Alexis Serenella McCall heard before an empty silence filled her.

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