#angst fanfiction

[supraveng]

Trying to mend a broken heart

part one

Summary: you and Bucky don’t get along, constantly pushing each others buttons, this time he may have pushed you too far

 A/N: Non canon; Marvel characters but no superheroes or Avengers; post college AU.....I am focusing on angst for the first few chapters, I’ll decide if it changes to a happily ever after based on feedback 

Word count: 1504

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Walking up to your door, ready to end this horrible day, you heard the crowd of people on the other side before even getting your key out.  Normally you would have been prepared to interrupt Natasha's hangout, even join in, but today you just wanted to curl up in bed and cry.  

You deserved a pity party, and their fun wasn't going to stop you. Making your way into the house you took a deep breath and headed straight for the liquor cabinet.  The group quieted slightly when they saw you come in but continued their conversations while you poured your first drink.  

Throwing it back in one go, you started to pour another when Nat spoke up.  "Hey, you're back early.  How was dinner with Jeffrey?". 

You could tell by her voice that she knew something was wrong and was trying to comfort you by not asking the wrong question.  Humming at her, you brought the glass to your mouth, taking a small sip before responding, "we broke up." 

Taking another full gulp, you looked up at her, trying to put on a brave face. "Actually, that's not true….him and his wife are getting back together…..so I'm not needed" you shrugged then finished the drink in your hand.  

At this point you had everyone's attention and was doing your best to appear strong.  Wanda looked at you concerned, you could tell she wanted to ask more but you decided to get it all out of the way now so you could start to move on. 

 "Apparently he wasn't divorced, they were just separated.  Why is it that every guy I date cheats, or lies or is a convict" you start rambling, only to be interrupted by Yelena. 

"Awe, I miss Joshua, I wonder how he's doing". Sam immediately smacks her arm in warning, "what? He was fun".  Natasha rolls her eyes at her sister before focusing back on you.  

"We ordered Chinese, it should be here any minute and there is plenty, join us and forget about that asshole" Wanda begged you to join them.  Looking around the room, you knew your presence would bring down your friend group and declined.  

You were almost to the stairs, bottle in hand, when you heard Bucky mumble something under his breath, but the way Steve smacked the back of his head, you knew it had to be about you, and for some reason you were willing to confront him about it.  

Bucky and you got along well the first day you met, but since then, you would both made snide comments to each other, and the longer you've known him, the worst they got.  

"What was that?  I couldn't hear you over here" you looked at him waiting for a response, not sure what to expect. 

"I said that's what happens when you date dirt bags" Bucky told you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.  At this point, all the air seem to be sucked out of the room, you couldn't hear anything besides the blood pumping in your ears.  

How dare he judge me? No one moved as you stepped closer to him, and you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself from slapping him or breaking down in tears, at this point you weren't sure which way you might go.  

"Thanks for the insight Barnes" you stared him down as best you could.  "I guess I need to break this habit of being attracted to cheating, lying, assholes.  And who better to understand that than you, right?" 

Giving him one last cold glare, you exited the room, headed up the stairs and closed your door as quietly as you could, not wanting him to think he angered you.  He couldn't have that control over you after the way he's treated you tonight and for the last 2 years

~~~flash back~~~

Natasha and you were finishing up the final touches for your house warming party when she spoke up "so Steve is bringing a friend, he's known him since forever and I think you will really like him".  

She made it seem like an innocent introduction to one of her boyfriends friends but you could tell it was a set up.  

"Oh Nat, don't do this to me.  I'm not mentally prepared to meet someone tonight" you pouted at her.  

"I know what you are thinking, but he's different"

And he was different, Bucky came to the party after everyone else arrived and brought a fun but calming energy to the house the minute he walked in.  He seemed to know everyone already, so Steve introduced you and bragged about you to him and vice versa.  

You and Bucky chatted almost the entire night, he was charming and flirty but in the most sincere way.  The smile never left your face the whole night.  As the party was wrapping up, you gladly gave him your number when he asked and were left breathless by the kiss he gave you before he walked out the door. 

Bucky Barnes had left you blissfully happy when you fell into bed that night.  The following weekend was a get-together at a nearby pub to celebrate Steve's promotion at work, and once again Bucky was the last to arrive.  

Except this time, he had a petite blonde with him when he made his way to the table you were all sitting at. He introduced Britney to the table before heading to the bar for drinks, giving you a small smile as he walked by.  What the hell?  

Not sure what was going on you decided to chat up the newcomer.  "So Britney, how do you know Bucky?" taking a sip of your drink.  She immediately looked at you, and you could tell she was judging you from head to toe, but you couldn't care less.  

Giggling before she answered "I'm his girlfriend, why else would I be here?" Her condescending tone made me want to accidentally spill my drink, but you held back.

"Oh? He hasn't mentioned a girlfriend" you smiled at her, feeling stupid for even expecting anything from him besides flirting last week, but hadn't expected things to die before they started. 

"Well, it's new, it's only been a few weeks" she replied and gave you the once over again, apparently judging your response.  "And I'm not the jealous type, I wouldn't worry about him around someone like you" she smirked knowing exactly how her comment made you feel.  Stupid to think mean girls stayed in high school.  

Trying your best to not lose your composure you smiled "definitely don't have to worry about me, I wouldn't touch him with a 10 ft pole.  I have no interest in catching Chlamydia''. You abruptly stood announcing you were ready to dance and dragged Wanda with you.  

~~~~end flash back~~~

"What the hell is wrong with you Bucky?" Steve was probably the angriest one in the room now.  When he started dating Nat, he took you under his wing like a little sister and always protected you no matter what.  

Bucky was immediately defensive and glared at Steve, "so I'm the bad guy for telling the truth?" 

He scoffs and pours himself another drink, he did feel a bit guilty but you had said hurtful things to him since that night in the bar when he ran into his neighbor and invited her to join the group since her date stood her up.  

Thinking of that night still upset him, he hadn't even got a chance to talk to you when you decided to talk trash about him to Britney.  

At first he thought it was a joke, but the way you avoided him all night and was dancing with some frat boy the whole time, he knew whatever hope he had last week was ridiculous as you obviously didn't feel the same. 

"I still can't figure out why you two don't get along".  

Bucky growled at Sam's remark, "she has been an insufferable, self centered bitch to me for no reason, I really don't care if her feelings are hurt right now".

 But he did care, he's been defensive around you since that night, not wanting to get too close so you couldn't hurt him, but every time he made a snide remark at your expense, it hurt him more than he was willing to admit.  

It was Wanda who came to your defense, “well Bucky, when you lead someone on when you already have a girlfriend, how do you expect them to react?”   Bucky looked at her completely confused, “what the hell are you talking about?” 

At this point you were finishing your shower and heard the argument going on downstairs, but assuming it had to do with a game they were playing or something on the tv, you turned on your Bad  Bitches playlist and crawled into bed.   The only thing you wanted right now was to be over this day and have a fresh start tomorrow.   

Part two

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x reader angst #Marvel AU #avengers au #avengers angst #marvel angst #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #angst fanfiction #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #yelena belova #Steve Rogers #sam wilson

[corpsebasil]

I Will Tell You Who You Are

When Nikolai is infected with Merzost, the only one who can comfort him is his queen.

You were sprinting down the hall.

You could hear him, screaming, screaming your name as you made your way to his rooms. The guard outside merely stepped in your path, a troubled look on his face. You couldn’t catch your breath; you felt like you’d vomit as you heard Nikolai’s scream of pain, his voice catching on a sob.

“Open the door.” You gasped, feeling desperate. “Open the fucking door.”

“I—I cannot, Your Majesty. The King has requested no one—”

“I am his wife. If I wish to enter I will.” Nikolai’s sob split the air around you and you almost threw the guard to the floor. “Move or so help me God, I’ll kill you myself.”

The guard’s throat bobbed.

Your husband was barely around anymore. You’d been traumatized at the coronation and were desperate for his attention. And yes, while he saw you in the day, he didn’t feel fully with you anymore. He hadn’t shared a bed in almost a month, and you couldn’t take it.

That’s when you’d heard his scream.

“Move.” You commanded, voice shaking, and the guard slowly stepped to the side.

You almost ripped the handle as you shoved the door open, a shriek leaving your lips at the sight in front of you. Nikolai was chained—chained—to his bed, black tendrils of dark power wrapping around him. He was trembling, sweat beading on his brow as the power seemed to dull.

“Y/N,” he was shaking. Shaking. “you can’t be here.”

“What is happening to you?” Your voice broke as you moved forward, trying to ignore his flinch at your approach.

“It’s in—inside me.” He panted, shaking his head. “Don’t come near me, Y/N. Please. It’s fighting—” he bent double, back bowing towards his knees as a cry of pain left him, every muscle tensing. Nikolai sobbed, gritting his teeth, and you saw that the clenched fingers of his hands were tinged with black.

“My love what—”

“Go!” He shouted, yanking at his own chains as he panted through clenched teeth. “Go, Y/N, I never wanted you to see—”

“Nik.” You choked on a gasp of pain and dropped to your knees in front of him, grabbing his face. He shook his head wildly, eyes wet and squeezed shut as he fought your grip. “Nikolai it’s me. It’s me.”

“No, no, no.” He shook, still attempting to scramble away as you held him fast. “Don’t touch me. You have to leave.”

“I love you, Nik. Please, please let me help you.”

“I’m insane.” He sobbed, the black slowly vanishing as he collapsed roughly into your chest, his locked muscles releasing. His hands strained painfully against the restraints, but they were the only things holding him up. “I have lost my mind, Y/N. I cannot live in this way. I am dangerous to you you need to leave—”

“I will not leave you.” You fought, running your hand across his sweaty brow, forcing those gorgeous eyes of his to meet your own as you gripped his chin. “I am not weak. Am I weak, Nikolai?”

He swallowed.

“No.”

“And have I ever left you?”

His eyes shuttered.

“No.” Nikolai’s face crumpled as he shook, dropping his head against your shoulder as you held him. He was gasping for breath, shaking his head lightly back and forth, muttering to himself. “Get it out of me.” He whispered, and your heart cleaved inside your chest. “Get it out. Get it out. Get it out.” He yanked at his chains and let out a scream of anger and pain, shaking in your desperate hold as tears ran hot and fast down your face.

“I am here. I am here.” Your hands gripped his hair, your body pressing him to your own, feeling your nightgown soak as he cried out of frustration.

“I cannot control it.” He wept, wrists raw from struggling as he attempted to calm himself. “I cannot control my own body—my own mind. I will hurt you. Do not allow the one thing I love left to be lost. If I hurt you—” he sucked in a breath and you gripped his head again, pulling his tear stained face off your shoulder to peer up at your own.

“If you cannot control it,” you said, voice trembling as you stared down at the raw blue gaze of your King. “then I will be your control. I will be your anchor.” You wrapped your arms around him, mouth wobbling as you kissed his head. “I will be your tether to this Earth. I will ease your suffering, Nikolai.”

“Please.” He whispered, but was pressing as close to you as he could get. “Please do not leave me alone tonight. Please.”

“I will never leave you alone.” You promised, and when he had calmed enough to attempt to sleep, the clasps still around his wrists, you curled up on the couch, your mind racing and your heart heavy.

short and to the point and very much inspired by bridgerton because it just makes sense

#shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #wattpad #nikolai x reader #shadow and bone imagine #fluff #angst #i love angst #bridgerton #merzost #the darkling #general kirrigan #sturmhond x reader #Sturmhond #Patrick gibson #angst fanfiction

[dianneking]

Dangerous Games - Larissa/GN!Reader

Reader declares that jealousy doesn’t apply to them. Larissa takes it upon herself to prove a point. Will she take it too far?

TW: Explicit sexual situations, explicit language, swearing, angst, jealousy, non-exclusive relationship, mentions of love bites and bruising, emotional manipulation.

Reader has no specified gender. 

Crossposted on AO3.

Dangerous Games

Wordcount: 4378

"What do you mean, you don't believe in jealousy?" Larissa scoffed from where she was lounging on her bed gloriously naked, as you kept putting your clothes back on.

You had a sort of arrangement going on. A purely physical, no strings attached kind of arrangement: when the stress of managing and teaching a school full of teenagers with paranormal abilities got too much, either of you would call for a meeting. You would rant to each other about your frustrations, until words left the floor to frantic kissing, hands exploring each other's bodies, items of clothing flying across the room. Sometimes you made it to Larissa’s custom-built canopy bed, sometimes only to her desk. Sometimes she had you pinned to the door, a hand finding its way to the fly of your jeans, as she rutted against your thigh.

It was tawdry, it was dirty, it was highly unprofessional. It was also extremely hot. Even when you were in staff meetings that ran too long you could feel the tension building between you two, measured in stares, in the brush of your fingers against hers as you passed her some papers, in the apparently casual touch of her foot against your calves. Neither you nor she went out of your way to talk about it too much, not wanting to put a label on it that would force you to face the connection that the two of you felt for each other. As if by talking about it you would jinx it somehow.

"I think jealousy is overrated. Either you are in an exclusive relationship with someone, and you should be able to trust them not to cheat on you, or you are non-exclusive, and whomever they sleep with is none of your business. Simple as that."

"You make it sound so cold and calculated. But jealousy is illogical, darling, it’s pure unadulterated fire that burns you from within. You cannot think your way around it when you feel it. You cannot rationalize it." She sounded patronizing, as if you were but a kid who didn’t know the way of the world yet. You shrugged, not showing how that tone bothered you, reminding you of the age gap between you, just another reason why you could never aspire to have something more with this amazing woman. "I guess I've never felt it then. Or maybe it doesn't work on me."

“One day, darling, you’ll feel it too.” She promised, vague and menacing like a soothsayer.

“I guess I might. Sleep well, Larissa, I’ll see you around.” As always, you didn’t turn back when you left her room, too afraid she might be able to read on your face the longing to just stay there with her until morning.

*

You stopped in front of the teacher’s lounge, your hand already on the handle, dead in your tracks as you heard the raised voices inside. It was unusual for Larissa to be found here unless there was a meeting, she usually preferred to spend time in her study. You tried to listen in, trying to understand what was going on before barging in.

“I told you, Larissa, no.”

“Oh, don’t be so uptight, Vlad. It’s all in good fun.”

“No, it’s not. It’s unprofessional, and borderline immoral too.”

“Aw, come on, Vlad. Just the one time…who knows, maybe you’ll end up enjoying it too.”

Well. That was more than unusual. You knew that lilting, suggestive tone well, but had never heard it outside of your own meetings with Larissa.

“Hello there!”

You saw Marilyn coming up from the other side of the hallway, smiling as always, blissfully oblivious to the exchange going on into the teacher’s lounge, and you couldn’t lurk in front of the door any longer. You opened the door, and strode in, holding it open for the redhead, while your eyes fell on the two whose conversation you were interrupting. Larissa was looming over Vlad, invading his personal space,  having backed him up against the bookshelf on the far end of the lounge. His hands were up, as if trying to fend her off, while one of hers was directly beside his head, holding onto one of the shelves and half-blocking him in. Like a deer in the headlights, Vlad’s eyes darted to you and Marilyn, who candidly asked, “Is everything alright?”

The fencing coach unfroze at that, and without bothering to respond, he dashed away from his compromising position and towards the door, followed by Larissa’s voice calling after him: “When you change your mind, you know where my quarters are, Vlad!”

 Clearly, he had changed his mind at some point because when you were coming back from your usual morning run the next day, you saw him slinking out of Larissa’s rooms, still in yesterday’s rumpled clothes, his normally tidy hair sticking up in every direction. Bed hair. He looked at you, sending you a sheepish smile in lieu of a greeting, as he shrugged in a ‘What could I do?’ way.

You didn’t blame him. It was hard to say no to Larissa when she wanted something, you had some first-hand experience with that. Did they fuck all through the night, or had he been allowed to sleep there? You had never dared to ask to spend the night. You had assumed she wouldn’t want you to, it would have been part of that putting a label on whatever you had going on. And she for sure had never thought to ask. Or maybe she simply had someone else to fulfil that need.

*

It couldn’t have been Vlad, you thought as you studied the bite mark on Larissa’s thigh, while she was squirming and panting on her chair, three of your fingers knuckle-deep into her, curling up to stroke her just in the right place. Vlad was a vampire, and the imprints his canines would leave were quite different from the ones you could see from your vantage point, kneeling between Larissa’s long legs, as your tongue ran along the milky expanses, marred with bruises you surely didn’t leave.

She had yet another lover, then. You swallowed around the realization, unsure on how to properly wrap your mind around it. You were spared for the moment, as her hand came to tangle in your hair, guiding your mouth back to her folds, back to pleasuring her. You buried yourself into her, trying to lose any semblance of rational thought in her inebriating taste.

*

It felt like once you started seeing the hints, they just kept popping out more and more. The librarian’s soft blush as Larissa gave her shoulder a squeeze and left her hand there for a while, as she congratulated her on the success of her book club. The Lycan Studies teacher’s glassy eyes as the principal leaned into his personal space, asking him if he could please go into more detail about his changes to the curriculum about werewolf mating habits, such a fascinating topic. Lingering glances, casual touches that you had never given any relevance to suddenly took on deeper meaning.

Even the school nurse wasn’t allowed medical neutrality, apparently. You had the dubious pleasure of discovering this as you were accompanying a young gorgon who had managed to stone his right arm from the shoulder down in an attempt to avoid a surprise quiz (it hadn’t worked, as he still had his left hand to type with).

“I never knew you had such a passion for red wine, Mx Lin, you’ll have to drop by my office sometime or another, so you can sample the best I have to offer.”

“Oh, well Principal, I hardly think that–”

“I insist. Drinking them all alone by myself would be such a waste…some things are meant to be enjoyed in company.”

You irritatedly cleared your throat. Flirting was all fun and everything, but some things were best kept away from the students. While the nurse had the decency to look sheepish, Larissa looked down at you, unrepentant, a predatory smirk gracing her crimson lips as she let her eyes roam over your stiff body.

*

It had been the longest week of your life. A week piled up with evidence that pointed all in one direction, towards a flashing neon sign that you were trying your best to still ignore. But all illusions have to break at some point when confronted with reality.

Apparently, your breaking point was the resident normie botanist.

“Marilyn?”

“Oh hi, there! I didn’t know Larissa had another meeting after ours! She really goes hard at it, doesn’t she?”

“I…I’m sorry?”

“I mean, it’s a Friday night and she has one-on-one meetings with the both of us back to back…she sure can be intense, can’t she?”

“I’m sure she can…”

“Well, I’ll be off! Don’t let her tie you up for the whole evening, it is Friday after all!” She waved at you and left, skipping down the hallway, oblivious to your sputtering, or maybe ignoring it willingly, as you tried to ascertain whether she was being suggestive on purpose or if it was your mind that went straight to the gutter. Unable – or maybe unwilling – to solve that specific mystery, you knocked lightly on Larissa’s door to announce your presence, and pushed the door open without waiting for her reply.

The office was partly plunged in the shadows, the main source of light being the flickering flames of the fire, and a couple of small lamps scattered across the room. It wasn’t the sort of ambience you would have at the end of a business meeting. It felt cozy, intimate, more suited to a rendezvous of different nature than discussing lectures and school funds for greenhouses.

Was Marilyn yet another of Larissa’s seemingly endless string of lovers? The bubbly redhead that skipped down the corridors muttering country songs to herself? That Marilyn, who always looked like the epitome of the oblivious virgin? What did she have to offer to someone like Larissa? Was it some sort of sick corruption fantasy?

Your eyes sought the familiar figure of your boss and found her using the glass of her window as a mirror as she fixed her hair. She had probably messed it up running her own hands through it, while going over the paperwork, it didn't have to mean anything. You let your gaze drop to her wrinkled pencil skirt, it could have been due to a long day of sitting at the desk. Even within your own mind you didn’t know why you kept trying to make up excuses, but when she turned towards you, a sultry smile on her face and a greeting on her lips, you couldn’t help but stare transfixed at her mouth as you slowly made her way towards her, as if sleepwalking.

Beside her bottom lip, there was a smudge of lipstick.

In a different color to the one she was wearing.

A color matching Marilyn’s coral pink.

“Are you alright darling?”

You ignored her question as well as the moniker, simply advancing towards her like an unstoppable wave. You walked right into her space and lifted a hand to her face.

“You…” Your voice felt rough, dry. As if you had forgotten how to speak. You cradled her cheek in your hand, an unexpected jolt of pain coursing though you when she leaned into your touch, her long lashes fluttering closed for a second as if unconsciously relishing in the contact with you. She was such a good actress, no wonder so many of you had fallen into her lure.

“You have a smudge here.” You tracked the pad of your thumb against it, removing the proof. You searched her gaze, unsure and possibly afraid of what you’d find there. She held your stare, no trace of guilt and regret in her eyes, but a weird questioning intensity, as if she herself was searching for something in you, and not finding it. Maybe she was looking for whatever she found in all of her other lovers. Or maybe they didn’t have it, either, always coming up short to Larissa Weems’ high standards.

"Jesus, Larissa. I get it that you are the principal and so you’re good at multitasking, but you sure need to worry about crowd control in here." You tried to sound light and teasing about it, but your joke fell flat, weighted down by the vein of bitterness in your voice.

"Whatever could you possibly mean by that?" The intensity in her gaze was suddenly gone, supplanted by a flirty playfulness in her voice that rubbed you the wrong way. You wondered if she used the same tone with them as well. Did she tailor her flirting to whomever was in her clutches at the time, or she was always like this, and all of you simply had a thing for your hot, tall, domineering boss?

Not that you could be one to talk. The minute she had flirted with you the first time around, you had been completely captivated by her, ecstatic at the chance you had been offered. That fumbling first time together had been one of your most treasured memories until this day, but it was somehow turning sour as you thought about it now.

"How many?"

"I'm sorry?"

"How many people have you fucked in Nevermore? The whole staff? Maybe one or two students of age, too? I hope you still have the morals to leave the minors be."

"There's no need to be crass, darling. One might think you are being jealous."

The word hit you like a slap and you took a step back, away from her. Was that the reason for the roiling pit of resentment at the bottom of your stomach? It couldn't be. It was just disappointment. You honestly thought that what you two had was somewhat special, even if purely physical. Instead, you had found out that you were just one of many. Another bed warmer in the principal’s collection.

"Of course I'm not." You answered, mechanically.

"You say it, but somehow I don't believe you."

"I mean it though. I don't have any claim on you, Larissa. You made it pretty evident in the past week."

She looked like she was getting angry with this conversation, her hand gripping the back of her chair until her knuckles were white. "Is that so? Then why should you care how many people I choose to sleep with?"

"I don't! I just…want to know whether it meant at least something to you, or if I'm just another fucking notch on your bedpost."

"You know…" she prowled closer, and this time you couldn’t move away, frozen to the spot as she bent her head and started to kiss the side of your neck. Her perfume enveloped your senses, making you lightheaded, while her hands played with the hem of your shirt, slipping under it, grazing the side of your torso, cold against your almost feverish skin. You were already beginning to give in, throwing your head back to give her better access to your throat, to suck on it, leaving a necklace of bruises as she often did (you always had to wear turtlenecks for a few days after one of your meetings with her, and she seemed to take great pleasure in that).

But this time she ignored your exposed neck, choosing to let her lips ghost across yours, so that when she spoke again, you could feel her breath on you. "You can admit that you were wrong. That you are jealous after all. That seeing me with someone else makes you want to scream from the rooftops that you want me to be yours and yours alone…Your little secret would be safe with me." She closed the distance between your mouths, pressing her lips to yours in a hard, unyielding kiss, her tongue immediately trying to gain entrance to spar with yours.

The same mouth, lips and tongue who had been ravishing Marilyn not five minutes ago, if you could put two and two together. And that sum was suddenly too much for you.

You felt like a vat of burning tar had been poured inside of you. Heavy, and scorching hot. “Jealousy is illogical, darling, it’s pure unadulterated fire that burns you from within.” Her own voice resonated in your brain, mocking, patronizing, like that day when apparently everything had started to go wrong.

“You can admit that you were wrong.” You felt yourself go rigid as your mind caught up to your emotions. You had been had. You were jealous. The mere thought of Larissa being in this same position with countless other people filled you with indescribable rage. And she knew it, and did it on purpose. That was probably the most painful aspect of it all: the realization that it had been nothing but a game to her.

Suddenly you felt just sad, dirty, and used. Whatever connection you had deluded yourself into thinking the two of you had, was obviously just a bit of fun to Larissa. Something that could be thrown to the side to prove her point in a debate you had almost forgotten about.

Expendable. Like a pet that started misbehaving and was unceremoniously dropped in front of a shelter.

You pushed her away, your eyes filling with tears of rage and disappointment. She even had the audacity to look at you with a surprised expression, as if you detaching yourself from her irresistible lips was the last thing she imagined could happen. Like you were there just to do her bidding. Another one of her malleable playthings. One she could manipulate into feeling whatever she wanted to, to appease her ego.

“Fuck you, Larissa.” The sentence came out angry, curt and it didn’t make you feel any better.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Fuck you. I’m done here. You can go shag some other fucktoy from your collection when you’re in the mood.”

You turned on your heel, leaving her warmth behind as you crossed the room to the door in short, agitated steps.

She caught up with you as you were fighting against the lock, and held the door closed, leaning against it with one hand, the other roughly grabbing your shoulder to turn you around.

"Let me out."

You took in her face, still beautiful even when hardened by anger. Her voice was low and menacing as she spoke to you: "If you think for one second that you can just insult me and leave, you have vastly misunderstood me, darling."

"Yeah well, I'm starting to realize as well that I misunderstood you."

"Is that it? How so?"

You felt tears coming back to your eyes, and you looked away from her, towards your feet, trying not to show her your hurt. A pointless endeavor, really, because you were sure it filtered into the words you spoke next.

"I thought you were a kind, strong person. Someone who put the good of Nevermore before anything else, even your personal life. And I accepted it, admired it even. That's why I never asked you more than what we had – she already has her hands full with all her duties, I thought, a relationship that goes beyond the purely physical level is clearly not what she wants."

You scoffed, and it came out as more of a sob than anything else.

"Of course, I didn't realize that your hands were full because they were down any pants you could find… more fool me I guess, to think that what we had was something more than another roll in the hay for you."

"You…wanted to make it something more?" the disbelief coming from her voice piled more pain on your poor abused heart.

"Ridiculous, right? To think that I truly and well fell for you, how pitiful. At least I know you won't be left alone to take care of your frustrations if I leave our little arrangement."

"Darling, I…"

"You made it pretty obvious that I don't mean jack shit to you, so if you please let me out, I'd appreciate it."

"It was not real."

"Yeah, I realized it as well. Spare me the pity."

"No, that's not what I meant!"

"Then what on Earth did you mean, Larissa? I'm not following anymore."

"I… I just wanted to prove you wrong. To make you admit that you are jealous. Of me."

"Yeah, I gathered as much. Congratulations, you've won. You've also fucked me up and broke my heart while you were at it, but that's not something you care about, do you?"

"That was never my intention, none of it was real."

"You keep saying that, and I get that you don't think twice about sleeping around, but we're all real people, with real emotions. Someone was bound to get hurt at some point. That someone was me, just my luck."

"I've never slept with anyone else." She murmured this, as if it was a confession, and you couldn't help the strangled laugh that fell from your lips. "Unbelievable. You're just…” You rubbed your hands on your face, your incredulity at the sheer nerve of her making it hard to put into words. “God, Larissa, gaslighting might have worked if you hadn't given me time and time again proof of your activities. Wasn't it the point of this little game of yours? To let me see that you have just as much fun with all the others?"

"I know how it seems, but I never did anything with them. I…used my powers so it would look like I did."

"You really expect me to believe that?"

You looked up at her, disbelief written plainly on your face. Why couldn’t she just let you go? There was nothing you could offer that she couldn’t find in all the others, so what was the point of this whole production?

"It's the truth. I did nothing more than flirt with other people. I shifted the love bites and the lipstick on myself."

"What about Vlad?"

"I was trying to convince me to help with this ruse. He refused.”

"Larissa, I saw him coming out of your rooms one morning."

"I know. It was me."

You let yourself slowly slide along the door until you were sitting on the floor, hiding your face in your hands. You really didn’t know what to think now. Was she being serious, or was this another elaborate plot?

"You have a lot of issues woman."

"I know. I said I was sorry."

"Actually no, you didn't."

"I'm saying it now, then. I am truly sorry, darling. I fucked everything up to prove a point."

"You really did."

The conversation, the whole week was spinning before your closed eyes, as you tried to make any sense of it, and of what it all meant. Was it really just an illusion? And even if it was, where did this leave you? You had confessed your feelings for her, there was no way you could now go back to the no-strings-attached dalliance you had before. And you didn’t want to, either.

You felt the warmth from her body seep into yours as she sat beside you, her hand coming to rest on your shoulder. Your traitorous heart leapt in your chest, beating faster just because of that little touch. Oh, the hold this woman still had on you. It was unfair. You wished that you could instantly turn all of your feelings for her to hatred instead. That would make this all easier to go through. If you hated her, you could leave this room and never come back except in a professional setting.

What would that even look like? To set your eyes on Principal Weems and just feel resentment for her, until it dulled into nothingness, leaving behind only the memory of feelings. To listen to her talk during meetings and not be captivated by her smooth, melodious voice. To hate the way her lips quirked up when something went her way.

You couldn’t even imagine it, so in love you were with her, still.

“Is there…is there any way I can make it up to you?”

“Larissa,” it came out tiredly, you were   “Are you already trying to get back in my pants?”

“No! I meant… I am sorry, and I do care about you, and what we have.”

“I…I’m not sure I can trust you enough right now. I am afraid I wouldn’t be able to go back to whatever we had before. I…I don’t think I could take it.”

“Can I take you on a date?”

“What?” The question came out strangled, disbelieving. Never in your wildest fantasies you had dared to dream Principal Larissa Weems would be asking you out. It just wasn’t how the real world worked. “Is this another kind of game? Because I told you I’ve fallen for you?”

“I…I didn’t think you’d want to have anything more with me. That was why it made me so angry when you said you weren’t jealous. I thought it meant you didn’t care. I wanted you to care. About me.”

“Larissa, I’ve been head over heels for you for ages. You never hinted that you wanted anything more. I don’t want your pity.”

“I didn’t want you to feel pressured to agree. I am your boss, I didn’t want you to feel like you had to. It is one thing to release some tension together, I didn’t think you’d want to…be seen with me.”

She dropped her gaze to the ground as she said this, and she suddenly didn’t look like the confident principal you were used to seeing. She looked afraid and lonely and small. You brought your hand to her chin, lifting it so that her eyes could meet your own.

“Larissa, there’s nothing in the world I would love more than to date you. But if we want to make it work, we both need to talk to each other, okay? No more games, no more assumptions. Deal?”

Her incredulous smile lit up her whole face, as her mesmerizing eyes once again searched yours, and sparkled with joy at finally finding there what they were looking for.

“Deal.”

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[backscratches]

'Hey, Sweetheart' part 1

The Sinclair brothers x F!child!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of death, yelling, plans of killing, Slashers, obsession

|next part|

That morning Bo had been woken up by his younger brother, Lester. It had been a call to him about the tourists he saw heading down the road to a campside. One car, couple of people, an easy job.

Bo and Vincent hadn't had tourists in the town in a awhile so the preparations weren't hard. Later that day, at the night exactly. Bo went and blew their tires. He made sure that Lester was ready to escort the couple to the town the next day.

The next day Bo was fixing a car in his garage when a couple walked up to him. They looked like a normal married couple, nothing more to him anyway. But one thing caught his eye. The woman was carrying a baby on her back.

"Hey folks what can I do for yall?" Bo asked trying to be polite. The man told him that they needed couple of tires for their car down the road and that they were in a hurry.

Bo couldn't care less about their plans to see the socker game in the next state or anything else about them. So he directed the woman with her baby up to see the famous Trudy's House Of Wax while he and the husband looked at some tires.

He didn't know what was he hoping to be done with the babe but there was no plans of keeping it either. There had been children passing through the town before but evedently there wasn't any kid wax figures.

After Bo had killed the man with a hit to the head he dragged the body downstairs to the basement of the garage and left to go up to the museum.

Now he knew what he wanted. He wanted Vincent to take care of the problem, that being the baby tourist, so he didn't have to worry about it.

But as he soon found out, Vincent wasn't just as attracted to the idea of getting rid of the little specimen. After he had killed the woman Vincent took the crying baby to his basement.

And that was what Bo had walked in on. Sweaty Vincent holding a crying baby girl in the middle of his work space.

"What the hell are you doing with that thing?" Bo asked loudly bewildered. Vincent only turned for a moment to look at him and then turned immediately back to the now fussing baby in his dry hands.

"Don't ignore me freak what the fuck are you doing with it?" Bo shouted at his twin brother or rather to his back.

"Be Quiet" Vincent whispered in his rough voice. He was observing the baby, holding her Infront of his face but after speaking to Bo he quickly moved the babe to his chest.

Holding the baby in his arms, Vincent began to slowly swing her in hopes of her falling asleep.

"The hell are you planning?" Bo asked angerly but alot quieter now.

The babygirl soon fell into a soft sleep in Vincent's hold.

There was a moment of silence, a moment of Vincent quietly cuddling to the babe, a moment of Bo trying to figure his brother out.

"I want her"

The few words that Vincent could muster with his broken face were enough for to Bo to shutdown.

He didn't want this, he wasn't ready for this and Ambrose sure wasn't a place for this.

Only if he knew how much his brother desperately wanted his own family. But his disformated face had quickly put a brick wall Infront of that dream. That hole he wished so badly to fill, that couldn't be treated even with his lovely good girl dog, Jonesy or a hundred wax figures across the town.

This beautiful baby was the most incredible thing he had ever witness even, his mothers world known wax figures couldn't bare fitness to the feeling this babe brought to him.

And nobody was going to take that away from him. Not even his twin brother.

this is my first fanfic I've ever written so yeah tell me your opinion

I will continue this series for at least a couple of parts

Please like

English isn't my first language tell me of any mistakes

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[midnights-dragon]

A concept that I only wrote one scene for and don't want to expand on but feel that I have to share: Ballister getting extremely badly injured in the fight at the Institute, and Ambrosius immediately switching sides to help him.

(TW // blood, lots of swearing, uhh Todd dies in the second paragraph but we all cheer for that, some very mild gore)

“Ah - ah, shit, good Gloreth -,”

Ambrosius whipped his head around at the sound of Ballister in pain just in time to see the dark-haired man stumbling to the ground, Todd standing over him with a twisted, malicious grin on his face as he sunk his sword further into his shoulder. Ballister let out a strangled, whimpering cry of pain, his body shuddering, his eyes blown wide and his head shaking slowly back and forth. “Fuck,” he mouthed, his chest heaving as he panted for breath; his wide-eyed gaze found Ambrosius, who was standing frozen in place, and he seemed to try to twitch towards him, but Todd wrenched his sword around in the gaping wound, and Ballister let out another agonized wail. 

At the sound of it, the red monster hurtled across the battlefield from where she had been kicking absolute ass, roaring at the top of her lungs as she shifted into the form of an enormous dragon and blasted fire at all of the surrounding knights. Todd took the full brunt of it, and crumpled to ashes, his sword falling with a clatter, sliding with a sickening squelching noise from the wound in Ballister’s shoulder. Ballister screamed, his voice hoarse and filled with pain, a sob mingling with the sound, and the monster was suddenly crying too, taking on her humanoid form and shoving her hands over the wound.

Ambrosius stumbled to his feet, his ears ringing with Ballister’s screams. He felt numb, not even feeling the pain of his own minor wounds, and he found himself running forward instinctually, stumbling to a halt just before reaching Ballister and the monster.

“Bal -?”

The monster turned to look at him and snarled, an expression of utter rage and hatred painted across her face. Her eyes gleamed with unshed tears, her face streaked with blood, her trembling hands soaked in red. “Get away before I kill you too,” she hissed at him, her voice breaking, but Ambrosius didn’t listen, falling at her and Bal’s sides and pressing a hand over his mouth. He thought that the monster poised to strike him, but then Ballister spoke, his voice rasping and stuttering with pain.

“Nimona - no,” he choked out, licking his dried lips and holding back sobs. “It’s - it’s okay.” Ballister tried to reach out for Ambrosius, but he couldn’t, his hand falling back down to his side as he let out another wail of pain, his body shuddering.

“Bal, I’m so sorry!” Ambrosius cried, snapping out of his disoriented haze at the sound of Ballister’s scream. “You’re - you’re gonna be okay, alright? It’s gonna be okay,” he begged, pressing his hands over the monster’s - over Nimona’s - to help staunch the flow of steady blood. The feeling was all too similar to when he had crouched down in the arena and sobbed over the pool of Ballister’s blood, his hands soaked in crimson.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered brokenly, pressing his lips to Ballister’s forehead in a long kiss. Ballister whimpered quietly, his lashes fluttering weakly, and Ambrosius felt tears beginning to stream down his face. “I’m so sorry.”

“We need to get him the fuck out of here,” Nimona snarled, bumping his shoulder with hers. “If you’re really coming to your senses, you better be serious about it, because unlike he seems to, I don’t give a flying fuck about you." She bared her fangs, her eyes glowing red for a moment. "And I won’t hesitate to drive a sword through you if you so much as think of hurting him again.”

Monster was Ambrosius’s first thought. And then, with a pang of realization, and a sick feeling in his gut at the thought that he had failed to do what she was now doing: protector.

“Okay,” Ambrosius responded after a pause, his voice shaking but his words earnest. He straightened, pulling himself together and steeling himself, placing aside any doubts or fears or inner turmoil that he may have so that he could dedicate himself to helping his Ballister - he had just got him back, and there was no way in hell he was going to lose him again. “Okay.”

#there was a post that inspired this but i can't find it now #if anyone knows what i'm referring to pls lmk in replies so i can link the post! #nimona #nimona fanfiction #nimona fanfic #angst #fanfiction #fanfic #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #nimona nimona #ballister x ambrosius #ambrosius x ballister #angst fanfiction #nimona netflix #netflix nimona #nimona film #ballister and nimona #ambrosius nimona

[writing-fanics]

If it all ends tonight

Fred Weasley x Reader

[a/n: I haven’t read the books yet but planning on it. But I added some things from the book but this is mainly the movie]

[summary: Fred felt someone quickly shove him out e the way of the explosion. ‘Hey, y/n?’ Fred said, turning towards, them. ‘If it all ends tonight.’ He says, and they just look at him curiously holding their wand in their hands… ‘I lov-]

[Y/n] shuddered under their breath, as they stared at the protection shield. as it’s being pelted with spells by the enemies outside. never in their life did they think they’d end up fighting in a war. they hoped and prayed that nothing would destroy the shield.

Despite being a [house name], they were nervous and scared. the school was filled with children too young to fight, and older students either too scared or letting their bravery get the better of them.

[Y/n] though wanted to fight for the school they love. As well for the future of the Wizarding World. They felt someone take their hand and gently squeeze it. As if reassuring them that everything will be okay.

They turned towards that person, Fred Weasley. His twin brother George stood beside him. [Y/n] would never forget the day they first met the Weasley Twins, in their first year. The three having an affinity for pranks and jokes, they immediately hit it off. Causing mayhem and chaos. They’d never forget showing Dolores Umbridge, who’s boss.

The countless memories of pranks and jokes. Were made in this school here in theses walls. memories that would stay with them for the rest of their lives. and they weren’t going to let them be destroyed.

“You okay, Freddie?” George asked, his twin as he looked up at the sky.

“Yeah..” Fred said, still holding onto their hand. George turned towards his brother and gently elbowed him, with a smile on his face. “Me too.” He says, with a slight chuckle.

[Y/n] smiled softly, looking at their friends then back up at the sky. Holding their wand firmly in their hand. Fred turned towards them, as they stared up at the sky. He wanted to tell them now, the feelings that he’s being holding back for years.

‘if I’d only told them…’

‘Wake up!’

“Stupefy!” [Y/n] shouted, at the death eater who immediately blocked the spell. The death eater than sent the killing curse at them which they of course blocked.

[Y/n] was going to fight to live fight for their school. They needed to live to tell Fred how they feel. To tell him about their feelings which they hope will be returned.

“Hey, y/n?” Fred said, turning towards, them. “If it all ends tonight.” He says, and they just look at him curiously, as they shouted spells at death eaters.

“I lov-”

they pushed him outta the way, as they were engulfed by the debris from the explosion the last thing Fred saw was a smile on their face. before everything went black.

“Fred?!”

“Fred?!”

“Fred?!”

Fred opened his eyes, the back of his head was throbbing and his ears ringing. The side of his head was covered in blood. Percy stood over his younger brother shaking him and calling out his name.

“Y/n…?” Fred mumbled, and Percy pursed his lips and his hands fell to his side. His worried look immediately replaced with sadness.

Fred could hear the faint sound of sniffles. Slowly turning his head towards the one crying, to reveal it was no other than George. Crying over someone.. but who?

Where’s Y/n?

you already know that answer

Deep down Fred already knows but didn’t wanna believe it. “George.” His voice raspy and hoarse, “George.. who’s that?” George couldn’t say anything, as he cried.

“I’m so sorry, Freddie.” George said, sniffling. Fred slowly rose to his feet despite the pain in his body. Despite, the throbbing of his head he made his way.

He didn’t wanna believe it. It couldn’t be.. No.. No.. He fell to his knees; as the back of his throat started to burn. His eyes welled up with tears, “No, Y/n, No.” He whispered, taking her them from George’s arm and tried shaking them.

Pleading for them to wake up, but they didn’t move. They stayed still, and planted on their face. A smile, the last smile they gave Fred as they pushed them outta the way of the explosion.

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[minniiaa]

*rolls down window, throws new story out and drives away tires screeching*

This one just came to me and I couldn't help but write it. I continue to question why I like to make myself (and LawLu) suffer. Either way, I'm very proud of this first chapter. I hope you enjoy.

(One Piece, Law x Luffy, Explicit)

Law spent ten years praying that his soulmate would never find him. He couldn't accept that his life would be decided by something as arbitrary as "fate." Even after he met his soulmate, Luffy, and everything felt right, Law still desired to break free from the chains that tried to bind him.

Luffy had been waiting for his soulmate for as long as he could remember. He is overjoyed when he finds him in the form of Law. He's everything Luffy ever dreamed his soulmate would be and more. He just can't understand why Law won't simply love him as fate decided.

Together, they face a problem much bigger than their feelings for each other—soul bindings are absolute. If you reject your soulmate, you die.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Modern, Setting, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Rejection, Falling In Love, Smut, Anal Sex, Switch Monkey D. Luffy, Switch Trafalgar D. Water Law, Self-Harm, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Eventual Happy Ending, Law is Fucked Up, My Demons are Cackling As I Write This

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[creator-of-calm-queer-chaos]

Ollie's Favourite Fics pt 3: Merthur whump to fluff

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32248429/chapters/79926007#main

Title: through storm and hellfire

Author: @prattery

Site: Ao3

Rating: Teen and up

Relationships: Arthur/Merlin

Tags: Worried Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Protective Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt Merlin (Merlin), Torture, Kidnapped Merlin (Merlin), Merlin's Magic Revealed (Merlin), Angst, Pining Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Uther Pendragon's A+ Parenting (Merlin), Arthur Finds Out About Merlin's Magic (Merlin), Angst with a Happy Ending, Guilty Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Merlin's Scars Revealed (Merlin), Slow Burn, Separation Anxiety

Word count: 86,000 (exactly - very satisfying)

Chapters: 30/30

Summary:

Three years into King Arthur’s reign, magic users across Camelot are growing restless. Though no more executions have taken place since Arthur made peace with the Druids, sorcery is still punishable by death. Frustrated and increasingly impatient, a group of rogue sorcerers decides to take matters into their own hand, kidnapping Merlin right from under Arthur's nose.

Thus begins a long journey, one where Arthur unearths some hidden truths about everything he thought he knew and Merlin's loyalty is put to the test.

Review: OH MY GOD. This is a beautiful work of art. I love it so much I cannot even put it into words. It snatches you up and does not let you go until the very end. The characterization is perfect in my eyes and the writing is of extraordinarily high quality. Arthur's reactions are nuanced and all the characters are beautifully three dimensional. If you like slow burn, kidnappings, torture, realisations of love, reveals of secrets, complex emotions, and screaming at your screen for everything to be okay, this is the perfect fic for you.

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[supraveng]

Trying to mend a broken heart

        Part Two

Part One

Summary: you and Bucky don’t get along, constantly pushing each others buttons, this time he may have pushed you too far

A/N: Non canon; Marvel characters but no superheroes or Avengers; post college AU…..I am focusing on angst for the first few chapters, I’ll decide if it changes to a happily ever after based on feedback

MAIN MASTERLIST

Word count:~1200

The next morning you woke up and decided you were not going to extend your pity party any further.  Today was going to be a day for you to be self indulgent and selfish as much as you wanted.  It would be the first weekend in a long time that you wouldn’t do a few hours of work at home just to stay on top of all the ongoing projects.  

The first thing needed to start your day was caffeine so you made your way downstairs, happy to see that none of last night's guests were crashing on the couch.  Once your coffee was brewed you put on your favorite Frank Sinatra album that reminded you of your dad and always put you in a good mood.

Deciding to pamper yourself more than your usual self care, you found your most expensive face mask and applied a thick coat to every inch of your face.   

Breakfast was needed, so you began pulling anything that looked good out of the fridge to figure out what you could make.   Before you could get started, there was a knock on the door, knowing you couldn’t ignore it, you answered the door without an embarrassment for being in your pjs or the state of your hair or face.  

The last person you expected or wanted to see was standing there when you opened.  Bucky looked shocked when he saw you, but you ignored it and just stared at him, expecting him to ask for Natasha or at least why he was here. 

 “Uh…hi” was the only thing that came out of his mouth.   

Were you still mad about last night? Yes.  Did you expect him to show up and apologize for the way he spoke to you?  No, but you hoped he would.  

Last night had been a low point for you, sure you had only been dating a few months, but you had hoped that this relationship would go somewhere with Jeffrey.  Then to have this dipshit belittle you like he did in front of everyone hurt more than you had anticipated.  

Deep down you had always hoped that there could be something between you and Bucky.  He was smart, funny, charming, loyal to his friends, and to top it all off, drop dead gorgeous, but his comments last night showed you what he really thought of you.  

It wasn’t playful teasing, like Natasha had tried to convince you through the years. It was mean and hurtful and completely intentional, so right now, him standing in front of you was a bit shocking, but you tried your best to not allow it to show on your face.  

“What are you doing here, Barnes?” you asked, hoping to move this painful interaction along.  

“Right, um, last night” he managed to stutter out.  Was he nervous?  Was he actually here to apologize?  

“I think I left my cell phone here.  I would have called or texted Nat….but I don’t have my phone”   is this a fucking joke?  You scoffed as you opened the door, stupid of you to assume this man had any respect for you at all. 

“I haven’t seen anything but take a look around”  He only nodded as he passed by you, heading into the living room.  

Having no interest in being in the same room, you headed back to the kitchen and started chopping veggies for your omelet.  Focusing on your food, you hadn’t realized that Bucky had entered the kitchen until he cleared his throat to get your attention. 

Staring at him standing there in front of you, you almost forgot the hurtful things he’s constantly throwing at you.  He’s just so handsome that you would probably dissolve on the floor if you didn’t hate him so much.  You scoffed at how you had previously revealed your attraction to him to your roommate in a drunken stupor.

~~~flashback  (2 months after meeting Bucky)~~~

Today was crazy but you tried your best to get through it without biting anyone's head off.  Being promoted to the head of your department was supposed to make your life easier, but you couldn't be more wrong.  

"All right, gorgeous, that's enough for today, let's go, I'm taking you to dinner." Looking up you see Tony Stark anxiously waiting for you in the doorway. 

"Hi handsome" you shook your head and tried to continue with your work only for him to proceed to annoy you into giving him attention.  

"Chop chop, I'm hungry" he started snooping around your desk without really even asking if you could leave now. 

"Thanks for the invite but I have a lot of work to do" you look at him trying to convince him to leave only to be more agitated by his presence.  

"It wasn't a request, Pepper is stuck in Chicago and if I go to dinner by myself, well we don't want to think what could happen.  And as your boss, cousin and favorite person alive, I insist you join me" he extended his arm to you and you couldn't help but laugh at him. 

 "Ok, you win.  Where are we going?" You asked while grabbing your things and taking his arm.   

Dinner with Tony was a blast, just watching people react and practically trip over themselves to impress thee Tony Stark was very entertaining.  

By the time he dropped you at home, it was later than usual and Natasha and Steve seemed to be waiting up for you in the living room.  "Oh thank goodness you are ok" Steve immediately pulled you into a hug.  

You couldn't help but laugh at his response, "I was at dinner, if you were so worried, you could have called" you booped his nose and laughed again at his response.  

"Are you drunk?  On a Tuesday night?"  That had set you over the edge and you laughed so hard you fell to the floor.  

Only responding with a "yep", popping the P for extra emphasis.  “Oh, and Tony gave me his VIP box at the Knicks game this weekend, so tell  everyone.  M’kay, I’m going to bed”  Heading up the stairs, Nat and Steve were following right behind you.   

“Here, sweetie, let me help you get ready for bed” Natasha was always worried about you when you drank too much, her motherly instincts kicking in to help you out.  

Steve watched from the doorway as Natasha went about helping you wash your face and brush your teeth, before speaking up.  “When you say everyone, does that include Bucky?” He wanted to see you both happy and knew you would be good together but didn’t want to push.  

Your face immediately had a dopey grin at the mention of Bucky, somehow forgetting how he played with your feelings the last time you were around each other. 

 “Oh definitely, he’s so handsome” you smiled at Steve before spitting the toothpaste in the sink.  Steve and Nat exchanged a look that you missed, but you continued to chat about all the positive traits Bucky seemed to possess, almost curious if he was even real.  

Steve left in the middle of your babbling to grab you water and aspirin, but you were curled in your bed snoozing by the time he returned, leaving the items on your nightstand for you to find in the morning.  

The rest of your week flew by, mostly because you were so excited about the basketball game that you were in a good mood about everything.  When the day of the game finally arrived you were bouncing off the walls, when Tony told you the car would pick up you and your gang an hour before tip off.  

That allowed you all to relax and start the celebrations before heading to the game.  You were on your 2nd cocktail when Steve arrived with Bucky in tow, you were a bit shocked, not remembering anything from your drunken ramblings earlier in the week, but put on a small smile and decided his presence was not going to hinder your good time.  

By the time you all made it to Madison Square Garden, your entire group had a very good buzz going and laughing about anything and everything that was happening.  

The VIP box Tony gave you was fully stocked with food and drinks, but at this point all you wanted to do was watch the game.  You perched yourself on the stool closest to the window to watch the action on the court, even though the game hadn’t started yet.  

Almost immediately the group broke out with the guys huddled together and the ladies hanging by you after everyone had a drink in hand.  Yelena was full of questions, so you did your best to explain the rules of the game, the rivalry between the Knicks and the Celtics, not really paying any attention to the rest of the group.  

Just after tip off the door to the suite opened and in walked Tony.  Most of your friends had met him, and knew your relationship with him was important to you, but most didn't understand the extent of it and that was fine with you.  Tony was your ride or die, he was 10 years older than you and as your only cousin but acted more like a big brother.   

You spent as much time together as you could but when his parents died and he was forced to grow up and run the company, nothing you could say seemed to help, but he knew that when it all got too much, you would be there for him, no matter what.

He comforted you when your mom passed away when you were 12 and was there for you when your dad started dating when you were 16.  But now, even as adults he kept a watchful eye on you, helping you find your way in the world after graduation, offering you a job immediately. 

A job which you turned down multiple times, as you were determined to make it on your own merit, until you had offers from several of Tony's competitors.  Only then deciding that you would rather work for him than against him. 

 And his continued admiration and constant spoiling you, like giving you the VIP box for you and your friends to watch your favorite basketball team.  You were a little surprised he made an appearance at the game but he was welcomed by everyone immediately.  

"Can you keep it down?  I'm trying to watch the game!" you sassed at him the moment he made his grand entrance.  He made his way over, wrapping you in a hug, and pretended to be interested in the game you were watching.  

Bucky was immediately star struck and watched the interaction without trying to make it obvious.  He didn't know you knew thee Tony Stark, and wasn't sure of the connection but tried his best to get more info out of Sam, as he was the only other person not engaged in conversation.

"So, what's the deal with Stark?" attempting to sound casual but a little to in shock to really concentrate on how he was behaving.  

"Huh?  Oh, Y/N works for him, he is always throwing stuff like this at her" Sam responded without taking his eyes off the game. 

"That's not normal for a boss" Bucky thought out loud still wondering what was going on. 

"Well that's how they act, I think he bought her house for her too" he shrugged then cheering at the play when the team rebounded the ball.  

That has stunned Bucky, there is no way you were just his employee.  There had to be more going on there and he wanted to know, his first thought was family, but he knew Tony was an only child. 

Maybe it was a sugar daddy thing, if thee Tony Stark was buying you a house. 

As Bucky slowly made his way closer to you until Tony noticed and turned to him.  

"You're new, I've never seen you before" Tony eyed Bucky before extending his hand. Bucky didn't react right away, you'd seen it before, how people would be in awe of the mere presence of thee Tony Stark, you found it ridiculous. 

"He's a friend of Steve's" you tell Tony without actually introducing them. At this point Bucky some what snapped out of his daze and shook his hand, introducing himself and immediately gushing on Tony's work on blah, blah, blah.  

You weren't in the mood to talk shop, you were here to have fun and watch the game. Half time had started so you finally pulled your eyes away from the game and refocused on the conversation the two were still having. 

"Well, now you have an in, just send your resume in with Y/N's name as your reference and there won't be any problem" Tony smiled from Bucky to you. 

 "Thank you, uh, I didn't know she had that much pull at Stark Industries" Bucky smirked at you as if he was making a joke, assuming you were some sort of assistant answering phone calls and fetching coffee.  

"What? Didn't you tell your friends about your promotion?  You are looking at the new head of Research and Devolvement" Tony looked like a proud father gushing on his kids report card.  Rolling your eyes at the comment you noticed the look of surprise on Bucky's face.  

"Yes, well, be that as it may, you are going to be late for dinner with your wife if you keeping gabbing" trying to push him out the door while grabbing another drink. "Shit, you are right! What would I do without you, gorgeous?" 

"Crash and burn?   Send the Mrs my love, handsome" he pulled you into a tight hug, kissing your cheek, and with that he was out the door.  

Bucky stood there for a moment, not sure how to continue the conversation without Tony there, but he would try.  

"Head of R&D for Stark, that's impressive" Bucky stated as he sat in the empty seat next to you.  

You eyed him, tempted to start a fight as to why he seemed surprised but decided against causing a scene, you just wanted to watch the game and have a good time with your friends, so the only thing your dumb brain could come up with a was "thanks" along with a forced smile.  

Trying to be friendly seemed way too difficult for you at the moment, but it was 1 night, you could make it through.  Looking at Bucky, you could tell he was expecting more so you took a deep breath and continued, 

"I've been there since I graduated, working hard to make my way up the corporate ladder, but Tony's a great boss, so it's worth it" you shrugged before accepting another drink from Yelena when she plopped down on the other side of you.  

The rest of the night the two of you chatted, nothing deep but you were nice and friendly with one another.  Maybe you could let him into your inner circle, if Steve and Natasha thought he was so great maybe you could try and tolerate him for their sake.

~~~~end flashback ~~~~

"Found it" he raised the phone in his hand.  You simply nodded and continued to cook your breakfast, not sparing him anymore attention.  

"Um, about last night" he started and you could feel yourself cringe at his comment. 

"Nope, we aren't going there" you shook your head and continued to ignore him.

 "Come on, I just want to" but you cut him off before he could finish.  

"I don't care what you want, and I don't give a damn about what you have to say" your cold glare made him take a step back.  Realizing how badly he had screwed up, he wasn't sure what to do next.  

"You know where the door is, you can let yourself out" you grabbed your food, passed him and headed to the living room to enjoy your breakfast.  

Bucky let out a breath before heading to the front door, closing it behind him as he dialed Steve’s number. 

"That didn't work" he grumbled into the phone before getting on his bike.  

"Ok pal, we'll figure this out" 

#bucky barnes x reader angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes #Steve Rogers #tony stark #marvel angst #avengers au #avengers angst #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #sam wilson #yelena boleva #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes fanfiction #angst fanfiction

[kittencomicslol]

I don’t have a name for this; just spooky month Roy angst w my oc to build character. Less of a ship fic and more of them just being friends in this one. Mentions of Roy’s shitty homelife and struggles, trans Roy if u squint, and also Y’know my oc

I wrote this at like 12-1 am bc I couldn’t sleep AND I was still so awake I spell checked the entire thing to the best of my ability in the middle of the night so it might not be perfect but I think I did pretty good

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An angry huff escaped Roy’s mouth as he sat down next to Amber by her little fort in the woods. He knew he would find her here; and as much as he liked to say he hated her he really couldn’t. She had every right to have him; to be crude to him and reject him as the scum he was. But she didn’t.

Even after how he treated her younger cousin and his friend; the way he treated her and spoke to her in such cold manners.. she still smiled at him.

“Roy! I didn’t expect you to be here!”

Amber cheered as she noticed him, looking down at him from the little tree branch she was sitting on. Roy tilted his head up to look at her, faking a scowl in order to hide his conflicting emotions.

“Yea well.. I figured… I just.. never-mind. It’s stupid, you’re stupid.”

The boy struggled to get words out and instead of taking time to articulate them he defaulted back to insulting her and going quiet; a bad habit he indulged far too much in.

Amber let out a little chuckle, brushing off his rude words as she always did, before hopping off the low hanging branch. The landing caused her beanie to droop slightly so she raised her hands to straighten it back up.

Once she had her hat on right again, she moved to go sit down next to him on the log with a big smile on her face.

“Well, it’s nice to see you either way, stupid or not.”

She was just so.. cheerful. He had no idea how she did it and could only ever dream of living a life where he could be so carefree. Maybe that was the reason he spent so much time around her; she felt like an escape from his traumas and his home life. It felt better to go sit in the woods with a weird girl than sit at home alone with his parents scolding him or trying to make him ‘better’.

“No ross or Robert today? Just you? What’s the occasion? Wanted to see little old me?”

The blonde raised a brow, a grin on her freckled face as she gazed back at Roy who kept his gaze on the floor.

“Don’t think it’s because I don’t think you’re a loser, you totally are.. I’m just.. bored.”

He was a liar; a good one at that. He had learned how to lie and cover up countless things over his childhood. He wasn’t just bored, he wanted to see her.

Amber rolled her eyes, snorting slightly at his words. She somehow always saw through him and his little lies.. perhaps she was able to sniff them out better because of how flustered he always was around her. He wasn’t used to being talked to like someone’s friend by anyone but Ross and Robert. He was used to other kids being afraid of him or wanting to avoid him; not to be welcomed with open arms.

“It’s nice to see you too.”

Was all she said in response. Per usual she had no snide remark or rude comment; just sweet little words that sounded like music to his ears.

The wind blew slightly, causing the leaves of the sylvan area to tremble on their branches; making little rustling sounds.

“Though.. I would have preferred you to come out sooner. It’s late, and I was gonna head back home soon..”

Roy sighed at Ambers response, knowing that the sun had already begun to set. The truth was he just really didn’t want to be at home right now. He needed a distraction.

“You never seem to be scared to stay out late, what’s up with you recently, huh? Suddenly afraid of the dark?”

The boy teased, a smirk growing on his face as he looked up to her. His hazel eyes gazed back into her baby blue ones, awaiting a response.

Roy was rightfully confused by Amber refusing to stay out after dark as of late. When they first met a few months ago she wouldn’t hesitate to stay out after dark and mess around, even in the woods. He would never admit he was actually afraid of going in the woods during night because he didn’t wanna look weak, but that wouldn’t stop him from teasing her about it.

“Ah.. no. You know me, I’m always up for staying out. But.. Aunt Lila has been struggling recently and has needed a hand watching Skid.”

This seemed to catch Roy off guard slightly. Family problems? With Amber and the little spooky kid? They were always so happy he assumed they didn’t have anything going on. He knew he hung around Amber a lot, and spent a decent amount of time bullying Skid.. but he had never seen any real issues. He didn’t exactly know what to say. Part of him wanted to lash out to try and make himself feel better about his own issues at home.. but the other half of him felt sympathetic. He had grown rather fond of Amber.. he was learning to control his temper around Skid due to better support and encouragement from his friends… he decided to stay quiet.

“I would invite you over but, I know that after last time when you ran into Kit it was kind of.. not fun for you.”

She chuckled, mentioning the last time she tried to invite Roy over. He swore to every single person he knew it was just for homework because of a stupid deal. Which was true.. but if it wasn’t based on a deal he wouldn’t tell people he was going soft. He needed to be feared and hated so he could feel powerful in order to have some sense of control in his messy life; as twisted as that sounds. He just wanted a constant.

Last time Roy visited Ambers house Skid was luckily out of the house; though another member of their little dysfunctional family was there. And she wasn’t very happy to see him. The strange and paranormal had become so damned common in this town he wasn’t even that shocked when the house cat started talking. The.. cat? Child..? Name of Kit, had heard plenty about Roy. She even had some run ins with him in the past while she went out with Skid and Pump. It was safe to say those interactions between Roy and Kit did not go well either times..

Roy didn’t want to admit it, but he was definitely a bit scared and intimidated by Kit and how violent she could be. He had no idea something that tiny could hold so much energy and malice, but She proved him wrong. Roy sighed, shaking his head slightly.

“Yea.. you’re right.. I just..”

He was at a loss. He almost slipped up and opened up and he wasn’t sure if that was a bad thing anymore. He had known her for like five months now and she had been nothing but kind… he could trust her, right..? He knew she already heard a bit about his life from rants he gave to Ross and Robert when she was also around. Though Amber definitely didn’t know the full extent of his issues.. that was for him to share and him only. Roy sighed, clenching his fists slightly in annoyance at how weak he really was.

“You just.. what?..”

Ambers voice rang out, being the only thing to pierce the silence of the woods other than the rustling leaves and the occasional bird singing. She noticed how he scowled and clenched his hands into fists, instantly recognizing his stress.

“Are you alright?..”

No teasing.

No mocking.

No scolding or yelling.

Just a simple question that he rarely heard from anyone but Ross and Robert. Roy grunted in annoyance; slightly peeved by how easily she read him like a book.

“I-… “

The boy stumbled over his words. What if expressing himself made him seem less masculine? What if saying how he felt made him look weak? What if she took advantage of him and his feelings..?

From an outsiders standpoint these worries seemed so unrealistic. Amber was the sweetest girl Roy has ever met. She would never do anything like that at all.

But too Roy, those worries were all to real and prevalent in his mind. And yet, he still spoke.

“No… no, I’m not..”

He said with a sigh, keeping his head hung down in shame. Just saying that took so much effort and bravery on his part. Amber seemed surprised that he was actually opening up but she didn’t want to make this about her or her shock. She wanted to focus on him.

“It’s just.. things are shitty right now.. I’ve been getting in fights at home and.. I just..”

Before Roy knew it that all too well familiar feeling of a warm liquid streaming down his face washed over him. He was crying.

“I just want to get away from it all!.. and, I thought if.. I came and talked to you I could get my mind off it and distract since you always seem to talk so much about your stupid monsters or whatever..”

Despite the rude tone of his words; they were anything but. Sure the way he worded what he said came off as a bit insensitive and crude, but he was upset right now and anger was what he knew. He was telling her he wanted to be around her to have a nice distraction, that he wanted to listen to her ramble about her weird little interests that had grown on him.

“Roy..”

Amber mumbled out in a shocked tone, genuinely surprised by how honest and open he was being. A small frown tugged at her lips as she tried to figure out a way to make him feel better.

Roy sniffled, raising his arm to wipe his tears away with that oversized sweater he loved so much. It covered up his body, the body he hated.

“I’m sorry.. but I can’t really have you over without further notice.. but..”

Amber hesitated, thinking of a way to be able to still contact and speak with him while he felt alone.

“Do you have your phone on you? Or.. maybe a peice of paper?..”

He seemed a bit off-put by her sudden question, confused on how that could be relevant until it clicked. Roy was already overwhelmed and didn’t have much talk left in him so he dug into a pocket and pulled out his phone, opening it up and handing it to her.

Amber quickly dialed her digits into his phone, sending herself a quick text from his device before handing it back to him with a sweet smile on her face.

“I have to be at home Incase skid needs something.. but he usually just likes to watch shows. Call me whenever you want or shoot me a text. I’ll let you know when I get home and if you want I can talk to you about stuff all night.”

She responded sweetly. She would have put her hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him further but she had noticed over time that he seemed uncomfortable with touch.. she had no idea why he did but she figured it might be why he’s always so damed angry or stressed. Amber didn’t want to push his boundaries, so she just smiled.

“And.. if you feel up to it.. you can always rant or vent to me if needed.”

She added on, standing up and dusting herself off slightly. Roy was silent, shocked almost. He didn’t deserve this, he didn’t deserve ANY of this. He was a horrible person, he treated her and her family terribly.. he hadn’t even properly apologized. But.. here she was. Treating him like she would any other person, treating him like he was worth something. He almost wanted to lash out at her, to self destruct and keep himself isolated.

But he didn’t.

He shut his eyes to fight back tears, wiping away the remaining ones before standing up and gazing back at her.

“Thanks.. I’ll.. I’ll call you.”

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Full drawing from the top, it’s old but I still like it and I sort of based this off of it

Oh also Kit belongs 2 @mango-mya

I didn’t exactly write a lot about her so I don’t expect u do go crazy or read all of this but like I mentioned her so credit where credit is due yknow :3

#spookymonth #roy spooky month #Roy #spooky month angst #spooky month Au?? idk maybe #spooky month oc #angst #angst fanfiction #trans Roy if you squint #hurt comfort #it has a happy ending dw chat #oc x cannon ?? #skid spooky month #well at least skid is mentioned not rlly part of it whoops #kit belongs 2 mangomya :3 #spooky month fanart #spooky month fanfiction #fanfiction #I wrote this at 12am

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

The Birds They Put in Cages: A One-Shot

To escape certain execution on Asgard, Loki is forced to marry a beloved Midgardian socialite in order to bring peace to the vengeful hearts of Earth on the three-year anniversary of the Battle of New York. Meanwhile, you watch miserably on the sidelines as he saves his life by forever removing himself from yours.

Pairing: Loki x Reader angst Content: angst, arranged marriage, suicidal ideation, weed use, no happy ending Word Count: 4.4k

“It seems your wedding day has arrived, brother!” Thor boomed jovially from the far end of the library in Avengers Tower. “It’s an odd place for a groom to be spending his final hours as a bachelor, though, doesn’t it?”

Thor sauntered over to where Loki sat at a small desk by the window, consumed in the second act of Jane Eyre until he was so rudely reminded of the last thing he wanted to think about. He looked up with pouted lips and a tired glaze in his eye.

“Can’t you at least wait to mock me until after midday?” he replied sullenly, his eyes quickly retreating back to his book.

Thor sighed. “I thought you said you were going to pretend this was a good thing. It is, really, even if it doesn’t seem like it right now.”

Loki snapped the book shut and looked up at his adoptive brother angrily. “How can you say that? How could I say that?”

“I take it she’s still in your thoughts.”

“Y/N understands,” said Loki, “But reasonably, I’ve considered ritual suicide in an ancient Italian crypt as a solution, among other things.”

“Oh, I get it, that’s from that Shookstick guy you like, right?” Thor asked.

“I suppose that’s close enough,” Loki replied. He looked out the window, forlorn and depressed. Well, Loki, here’s one you can’t trick your way out of, for once.

“Brother, I am sorry, but she’s gone from your life,” Thor said sadly. “You were good together, but things pointed in a different direction for you.”

“I love her still,” Loki mused quietly. “I would die for her.”

“And if you called off the wedding tonight, you would,” Thor reminded him. “But no one would benefit from that, would they? So, maybe we can sit together and have one last stein to drown your sorrows!” Thor pulled two large class beer steins from behind him, seemingly from out of nowhere, and both instantly filled to the brim with amber liquid and foam. Loki smiled in spite of himself and took one, throwing back a big gulp before setting it down on the desk in front of him.

“What’s this book?” Thor asked, picking up the tome Loki was occupying himself with.

“Jane Eyre. Its about someone who chooses their own fate, and for Norn’s sake, don’t get beer on it, Thor!” Loki snapped, grabbing the book back.

Thor shrugged and took a fifteen-second swig of beer that almost emptied his glass. “What I don’t understand is how you haven’t even tried to plan some escape with her,” he said. “It’s not like you to accept this lying down.”

Loki nodded. “Indeed, but you saw how with one sentence, Dany’s father can ruin a life. Mine. Y/N’s. Midgardians may not have seidr, but they have other ways of manipulating the mind and enslaving the soul.”

“At least, um, at least Dany is beautiful?” Thor suggested. “You’ll have the most attractive bride in the galaxy!”

Loki shook his head. “Beauty isn’t in a shape or size, Thor. I may be many things, but a shallow fop who only concerns himself with the external form? What do you take me for?”

“Sorry, brother.”

The pair sat and drank in silence a moment, Thor refilling each of their glasses.

“So, you really will never see Y/N again?” Thor asked.

“It’s part of the terms,” Loki answered sadly. “Besides, it will be enough of a pain for her to see the tabloid covers of Dany and I. The less she encounters me in earnest, the better for her to move on and recover.”

The blonde god knitted his brows in thought. “Well, that may be true, but it’s not exactly easy to ‘recover’ from true love.”

Loki looked up at Thor, a look of hope in his eyes for the first time in weeks. “You think that’s what we had?”

“My brother, you two were practically naming your children,” he replied. “I really am just trying to lighten your spirits here, but maybe it’s futile.”

“It is. It’s the most deplorable prison I’ve ever locked myself within. Please go away and leave me to absorb that in six hours, I will be permanently tethered to some show pony who blackmailed me into a Happily Ever After with her, while my twin soul weeps elsewhere and watches.”

Thor cocked his head as an idea came to him. “How far can you send projections?”

Loki gave Thor an inquisitory look. “I can call them back from anywhere, why?”

Thor shrugged. “I’m just saying, maybe you can see Y/N one more time before making yourself do this, but you have to be sneaky one last time.”

In spite of himself, Loki smiled at Thor’s hint. “Brother, did you forget who I am?”

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Loki was stuck between a vibranium asteroid and a hard place. Three years ago, under the influence of Thanos, Loki had failed to bring down the conquest of Earth, and as a result, was handed one of two sentences after facing a tribunal made of Midgard and Asgard: either accept Asgardian justice, which Loki’s oh-so-beloved father Odin had declared would mean a death sentence, or undergo indefinite probation on Midgard under the watchful eye of Nick Fury and the Avengers. Loki was no fool, so he of course chose life in exile. However, the terms of the parole were ironclad: a single violation and extradition was imminent.

Loki knew how to behave, and it wasn’t like he was in any hurry to return to Asgard and the shame (as well as the headsman’s block) that would have greeted him. In fact, Loki quickly found exile to be a pleasant experience when you arrived in his life seven months after the tribunal, when a friend of a friend had gotten you a job as a research assistant under Stark. While you’d kept your fling on the down-low to start, it wasn’t too difficult for the others on the team to see Loki’s heart was slowly being stolen, as was yours.

At first, it was little snide comments while passing one another in the corridor. Then, you’d invited Loki to see what ‘Midgardian magic looked like,’ and allowed him to watch you as you worked with your experiments, a little flattered to see how engrossed he became in your talents. Before you knew it, Loki was sharing his heart with you late into the nights, and in spite of yourself, you fell in love, hard and fast. As much as the pair of you had initially insisted on keeping things ‘casual,’ you quickly discovered that what you had between you was much more than that.

You loved how he laughed when recalling his tricks and successes in adventures past. He fell at your feet whenever you whispered gently in his ear that you ‘needed him.’ You gave him a reason to settle into life on Midgard with contentment in spite of his nature. He was absolutely besotted with your voice every time you grabbed your favorite book off the shelf (Jane Eyre) and read a chapter out loud to him. You didn’t even mind when he stopped you to ask questions half way through a paragraph.

Once, you swore you heard Tony Stark call you “Mrs. Reindeer Games.”

Then came Danielle Ashton-Banks, the heiress to the Ashton-Banks Hotels and Suites fortune, and the world’s most eligible bachelorette. Known for being charismatic, charitable, and a big partier, it was as if Pygmalion had carved the woman out of marble. Tall, thin in all the right places and curved in all the right places, with jet black hair that shimmered in the light, and a smile that said “I have the best orthodontist in Beverly Hills,” Danielle was a catch, and she was among the world’s most popular celebrities.

You’d been with the God of Mischief for nearly a year when she walked into an investors’ party and stole the attention from everyone in the room. She, like any woman with eyes and a sex drive, fell at Loki’s feet. They did share some personality traits and got on like friends, to your slight jealousy. At the end of the evening, you didn’t think twice about ever seeing her again, as you and Loki had left the soiree hand-in-hand.

Danielle, whether she was being encouraged by unseen meddlers or doing so of her own volition, began showing up more often and attempting to cozy up to Loki. She began encouraging him to go out in public with her, and while there was never any obvious physical contact or chemistry between the pair, the public ate it up. Approval ratings for the Avengers skyrocketed, and the general populace even seemed to be willing to forgive Loki’s transgressions for the most part, if someone as perfect and wonderful as Danielle Ashton-Banks was clearly macking on him.

The only reason Loki had been polite and remained on friendly terms with her is because he knew he had you waiting for him just behind the cameras. He had no idea what was coming when Danielle came up with the ‘brilliant’ idea of marrying Loki in a grand spectacle meant to rival even the Royal Wedding of 2011.

“It will be like William and Kate, but for the whole world to cheer for!” Danielle’s father, Marcus, had said. “And if it doesn’t happen, perhaps Asgard can have the final say. I know that when it comes to a royal wedding, those guys don’t chop corners, do they, Loki? Asgardians sure know how to keep their heads about them when planning such grand events, yes?”

The God of Mischief suddenly found himself powerless as the idea was approved by the probationary board. “It will bring that last bit of approval that the Initiative needs to regain momentum,” the Head of the Probationary Board had said.

“An arranged marriage? How utterly archaic!” Loki had defended himself. “You would bind me to someone I don’t love, when you all know well that my soul belongs to another?”

“You’re having a fling with Stark’s research assistant,” Marcus had replied. “Easily fixed. She’s fired.”

Danielle always got her way, and the official engagement announcement that followed broke the internet, as well as your heart.

Nothing plucked at your heartstrings more than listening to Loki, alternating between fury and sorrow, explaining everything to you that night. You graciously accepted and understood that Loki had no say in this. In fact, it made you weep for him to see him so vulnerable. The God was caged. Gods didn’t do well under lock and key. It was all you could do for him to quietly relieve him from your relationship, kiss him once on the brow, and to look away when the entire world collectively squealed with glee at the announcement of the Loki/Danielle Ashton-Banks wedding.

You were made to pack up your desk while CNN played in the background covering the betrothal and the preparations for the ceremony, to be publicly televised. Danielle and her father had arranged it so that you were unceremoniously shoved out the door without even being able to say goodbye to most of the others.

You did manage to catch a glimpse of him as you left, his head turned away from you, his forehead against the door, as if he were hiding his face on purpose from anyone who could catch on that the great God of Mischief was finally beaten inside.

It was the worst image to be the last of your love, but it remained burned into your retinas as the days passed and the wedding day neared…

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Thor stood as Loki’s best man, and was a little too reserved as the sanctuary of St. Patrick’s was filled to the brim with everyone connected to the Avenger Initiative and the Ashton-Banks fortune. Paparazzi lined the back of the chapel, cameras and mics at the ready to record the blessed event. Thousands of fans lined the roads outside the church, and some of the Avengers themselves acted as crowd control as the wedding party arrived at the cathedral.

Loki stood at the altar, dressed in a black suit, his dark waves tied back at his neck. He looked oddly blank-faced, staring right ahead as the organ player finished warming up, ready to play the march (or, as far as Loki was concerned, the dirge).

The crowd in the pews got to their feet as the music swelled. Camera flashes started twinkling so furiously, Thor couldn’t help but try to blink them away, to no avail. Ohs and Ahs rang out as Dany stepped into the aisle to meet her husband, her satin white dress made with more material than most stories had in stock. She was a vision in cream colors, not a hair out of place or a crumb of makeup smeared. Seeing Loki, she beamed her pure-white smile, fluttering her eyes, signaling to her beloved.

Loki hardly reacted, nodding curtly at her, no sweat on his brow, no tremble in his lip, no regret in his face.

Thor had to fight back a giggle at the humorously-unbalanced scene. Oh, I hope no one figures it out. He needs a little respite today, if just for a minute.

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Jersey smells, you thought. And now I’m contributing to the stink.

There was no way you were staying in the City today, even sequestered in your loft in Brooklyn. The promo images for the wedding were everywhere, Dany’s interviews playing on every station. Hell, people had even made t-shirts commemorating the blessed event of your soul mate marrying another woman. It was all you could do to muster the energy to rise that day before dawn in order to enter self-imposed exile on your cousin’s apartment building rooftop in Newark, which had a decent view of the City skyline as early evening rolled in.

You sat on the edge of the roof, a comically large glass pipe in your hand (shaped like a green dragon winding itself around a pile of gold—a gift from Loki for your last birthday). You crammed as much cannabis shake as you could into the bowl, spilling some onto your lap.

If I get absolutely shitfaced and fall off this roof…eh, who’d care?

You knew at any moment that fireworks would be set off over Midtown, and that would indicate the wedding was signed, sealed, and delivered, and that your beloved Loki was a married god. To cope, you did what you did best: taking an eighth of Maui Wowee outside and blazing yourself into stupidity while watching the night rise and singing off-key.

Singing was your favorite way of showing off for Loki. One would think it was your research, as that was what had brought you and Loki together in the first place, but it was when you were alone, him begging you to sing a verse from a Broadway show, that you truly felt like a princess. His princess.

YOU were supposed to be his princess. Sadly, you were as powerless as he.

The air was stilled that night, so you had no trouble lighting an ember in the bowl and sucking back long and deep, the massive quantity of skunky smoke filling your chest to the point of bursting. You held it there for nearly ten seconds before slowly releasing your breath, watching your emission gather into a dusty cloud and slowly hover off into the dusk.

You sang to yourself from the darkest show you could think of, inspired by the greenish-brown cloud that hovered over New York like an unnatural mist. “Smoke? Smoke! Sign of the Devil! City on fire…”

“Well, if the city is on fire, it certainly isn’t my fault, is it?”

You nearly dropped your pipe at the soothing, incredible sound of Loki’s quipping voice. The last thing you’d expected to hear, but the most desired.

You resisted the urge to believe what you were seeing, and instead you felt yourself laughing in a wave that quickly grew out of control.

“Oh, that just isn’t fucking fair,” you muttered, taking another quick drag off of your dragon. “Tanya’s stuff doesn’t usually have this effect. I’ll kill her for lacing this.”

“Effect? Darling, you aren’t hallucinating. I’m here, well, maybe not entirely,” he answered you, smiling, dressed to the nines in what you could only assume was his wedding attire (fucking hell, he was so sexy and imposing!). “I had to see you.”

Though your brain was quickly fogging over, you chose to accept that Loki’s specter was here before you, interacting with you as if he were flesh and bone before you. “My love, you’re getting married right now,” you said woefully, placing your weed beside you on the ledge before getting up and running to meet him in the middle of the rooftop.

He nodded. “I am. We’re at the altar right now, actually, although my heart is here.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m just waiting on the fireworks.”

“Those are merely ostentatious bombs that you are about to see. Fireworks are here with you,” he answered. “Oh, were I able to hold you now! It should be you at my side.”

You immediately felt the insides of your eyes go hot and wet, listening to Loki’s longing for you. “Hearing you say so is almost enough.”

“Yet it can’t ever be enough,” he moaned.

You shrugged. “As long as it saves you from death—”

“—it IS death!” Loki shouted, his voice sharp and loud, barking frustration into the darkness. “Had I only realized it sooner: you can’t cage a god and expect him to thrive!”

“I know that technically, I was invited, but I hope you understand why I can’t exactly watch as you declare your eternal vows for someone so beneath you,” you answered.

Loki scoffed. “’Beneath me’ is an understatement, my love. She only wants to go out and dance at clubs, or be seen on red carpets. She thought Mr. Rochester was a brand of cleaning fluid! She’s made it very clear that I am an ornament for her arm and a doll for her bed.”

You both looked at your feet, him in despair, and you in despair mixed with intoxication.

“Do you think there is ever a way we could see each other after this?” you asked.

Loki shook his head. “I think we would’ve figured it out by now, dearest heart.”

You nodded, recalling how as soon as the plans were being put in motion for the marriage, you and Loki had plotted in desperation to stop them, only to find that Dany’s loud charm (and her father’s even louder bank account) had sealed off all escape routes for Loki. Loki pleaded with Fury and Stark, which had disturbed both men to see the normally arrogant being brought so low as to beg before a superior.

It made you fall to pieces to see it for yourself.

The noose had tightened around Loki’s neck before either of you knew it, and nether of you had any cards to play in the end (especially seeing as you weren’t even allowed in Avengers Tower on Dany’s request after you were terminated). You both were forced to accept that this was it: this was how the light would leave your life. Tomorrow and the future would perhaps be bearable but hollow, and every kiss Loki shared with Dany echoed off the walls of his prison and shook his will apart at the seams.

“Arranged marriage,” you scoffed. “I thought this was 2015, not 1015.”

Loki sighed in agreement, wishing he could touch your face to wipe away your tears, and feel your warm skin against his palm. “This would happen to me. It’s almost a more fitting punishment than the death sentence.”

“I can’t bear to see you go off into this lonely life, especially without me!” you broke down, taking off in a sprint to fall into Loki’s arms, only to fall right through his projection and land up against the brick wall behind him.

“Norns, Y/N! Be careful, okay?” Loki called, turning and watching helplessly as you showed him that there was only a tiny, painless scrape on your elbow. “I could heal that, if only—”

“—no, no, it’s not the only scar I’ll keep from tonight, believe me.”

You looked into Loki’s eyes and saw where the real pain was. His blue irises stood in front of whites that were tinted with the red of sleeplessness, his eyes cradled in large, dark bags. Dressed in his best, he looked like an awkward teenager unsure of himself and just wanting to run and hide. Yet, he was such a beautiful creature, even in the depths of sorrow. “I wish…I wish we’d never met. You can’t lose what you never had,” you hissed angrily, looking over his shoulder towards the NYC skyline, now completely aglow against the black sky.

Loki shook his head and thoughtlessly reached out a hand for you. “Please, of all the pain that we are facing today, those are by far the most agonizing I’ve heard yet. Don’t make me hear those words again!”

“But why not? We’d both be so much better off!” you sighed in defeat.

“My darling, my life, if I never knew you, how could I know what love is at all? At least I can take your final words to me and let them play over in my mind’s eye like a pleasant, haunting memory.”

You bit your lip, looking against over the horizon anxiously. “Loki, my love, may I ask one last thing of you?”

“Please ask me to plunge a dagger into my throat...or more to the point, hers.”

You shook your head and smiled sadly, looking back up at Loki, hoping he would catch on for what you had in mind. “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you."

You just knew that Loki immediately realized what you were asking for. He straightened his position and looked tenderly at you, reciting: "And your will shall decide your destiny, I offer you my hand, my heart, and a share of all my possessions."

By far, the most intimate moments you’d ever shared with your otherworldly paramour were when you shared your favorite scene of your favorite book with him, and he’d proposed that you read it to one another, acting out the roles of Miss Eyre and Edward Rochester, using the passionate recitations to ignite your own flames of affection. Tony Stark once referred to it as “foreplay for dorks,” but nothing stoked your dreams faster than when Loki pulled out the book and asked to ‘go over something’ with you in private.

Now, here you were, declaring your love for Loki from the rooftops for one last time.

“You play a farce!”

Loki’s look grew more intense as he began to lose himself in his character’s thoughts. “I ask you to pass through this life at my side, as my second self—”

“—and for that fate you have already made your choice, and I must abide by it! I am torn away now, and cannot return, for your bride stands between us.”

Loki began shaking, realizing how much he wished he could be speaking his lines in sincerity. He raised his voice, and with the most conviction he’d felt in months, Loki’s declaration boomed into the night:

“My bride is here!”

You couldn’t continue. The tears flowed freely now, and your voice quivered and faltered, bringing you back to Earth, the last place you wanted to be.

You closed the gap between you and the projection, and were Loki corporeal in your presence, your chests would’ve been pressed against one another. Looking up into his eyes again, you just wanted everything to erase. All of it.

“You really don’t…you have regrets about us?” you asked between your sobs.

“Never. Not a single one. I love you, Y/N. No matter what becomes of our separate lives, I will always imagine it’s you in bed next to me. I will pretend my children have your eyes, that you carried them inside you, and that I was at your side when you brought them forth,” Loki vowed to you. “No matter what the gossip says about us, my love, please know in your soul that she will never own my heart, and I’m longing for the day she grows bored of me and files for a divorce, so that I may run home to you.”

You felt a hopeful pang in your chest at the mention of divorce. “Do you think that could happen one day?”

“I’m afraid I’m still not clairvoyant, my pet,” he replied with sorrow. “It could, it could not, and I’m afraid if I forced it onto her myself, it would backfire and make things worse.”

You nodded. “You’re probably right.”

Loki chuckled. “Darling, we’ve been a pair of doves flying together for two years, and you only just admitted for the first time that I can be right.”

The smile Loki’s joke induced spread across your face, breaking through the pain. “Well, if not now, when?” you giggled.

That was when the first firecrackers boomed in the distance, back towards the NYC skyline. You heart fell into your abdomen. Reality sank back in.

Loki choked back a tear, trying to maintain at least a little sliver of positivity to return to the festivities with. “It appears I’ve just kissed my new wife.”

You nodded silently as the explosions increased and technicolor sparks grazed the skyline. “Mazel tov,” you whispered. “Please try to find some happiness, wherever you go from here.”

“Don’t envy my gilded cage, my love,” Loki replied. “I would rather be chasing the horizon with you.”

“I love you!” you pushed through the tears. “Forever!”

“And I love you, for always, my soul,” Loki whispered.

Before another word could be uttered, the specter of your true love faded into non-existence as he returned to where he was expected to be, leaving you standing on the rooftop, alone, listening helplessly to the matrimonial celebrations reach a crescendo behind you.

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I know the plot has ‘been done’ quite a bit. Just wanted to try it out for myself. 😊

@mochie85​

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[afyerarchive]

Kaedehara Kazuha Accidentally Kills You (x reader)

● ————————— GENSHIN

requested by the one, the only, the ultimate kazuha simp

→ ABOUT / Befriending this emotional mess of a human after he lost his old best friend, you two decided to travel together across Teyvat, now finding yourself on your way to Inazuma aboard Beidou's ship. Now you find yourself stuck in a stalemate, trying to... "make him yours." ( Also I think this would be an AU? where Kazuha isn't over the death of his friend )

→ DEMOGRAPHIC / gn ! reader

→ CW / you die + minor angst + kissing I am so sorry

→ EXTRA / I am sincerely sorry for anyone who possibly followed this page for serious content like the last post. Also I'm not proofreading this because I don't feel like it.

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You were stuck up in Beidou's quarters hearing her lecture you on how now was the perfect chance to tell Kazuha how you felt. Nervously, you nodded to her, exiting the room, disappointed with her advice. Maybe she was just drunk, our outright insane, but you got a really bad feeling about this idea of hers.

Going down the steps, you looked to your left, eyeing the shores of the Guyun Stone Forest in the distance, then to your right, noticing Kazuha, standing over the railing, watching the waves and the ship's reflection, glimmering calmly at the open sea.

Sighing once, before approaching him, you got ready to do what you've been waiting to do for months now. This area of the ship was quiet, with only a few familiar ship hands hauling barrels and crates, as well as drinking and having loose conversation with each other.

"How's it going, Kazuha?" You approached Kazuha, as he turned, surprised by your sudden apperance.

"Oh, hey y/n. I'm fine, just thinking," he said quietly. "It's not much, don't worry."

"Is it your old friend again?" You really didn't like how often he'd think and talk about his old friend. Kazuha needed to just move on, and get in your league-

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"It's like, all you can think about these days. Don't you think it's time to just relax, and enjoy our traveling?" You stepped closer, taking Kazuha's hand softly.

"It's not that easy, y/n. I didn't even get to tell him how I feel," he whispered the last part, looking down, almost as if he was about to tear up.

The waves continued to crash, the air brushing you with mist, as your heartbeat increased, panicking on how to tell Kazuha how you felt.

"Well, if it helps, I think I'm starting to feel like you did. Traveling with you has been such an honor, and-"

Kazuha scoffed, beginning to cry. He then walked over to hug you, sharing his feelings.

● ————————— I am sincerely sorry ————————— ●

timeskip btw

You now found yourself propped up on the railing of the ship, kissing Kazuha passionately, not a care in the world for whatever else was happening in the moment.

That ultimately led to Beidou scaring you two, as she emerged from the kitchen, holding a big plate of steaming food, grinning proudly. "Yeah, I've been watching this almost the whole time. Either way, congratulations on the relationship. I cooked a meal to celebrate," she announced happily, stumbling over to where you two were spending your first hours of your romance.

"Oh, hey Beidou." Kazuha quickly backed away from you, turning his head to look at her. "Sorry, we were busy, you could say."

You nod, as she only laughs, holding the plate out. Though, she didn't notice that there had been a pile of planks on the floor. Losing grip of the plate, she fell over, pushing into Kazuha.

And since you were still sitting on the railing considering it'd been the best angle to be intimate with your new boyfriend, it set up the perfect placement for you three to turn into human dominos.

So, now you found yourself being shoved off of the railing by Kazuha. You were what, a few hours into this relationship, and you were already getting hurt?

Scratch that- you didn't know how to even swim. And Kazuha knew that. Shooting up off of the floor quickly, he looked over the railing to watch you flying down into the water below.

Cussing under her breath, Beidou ran off. Kazuha kept watching you, worried for his life, watching you slowly drift away from the ship's keel, and then floating farther back, waiting for the abyssal waters to eat you up.

Crying again, Kazuha couldn't watch anymore. He flung his head away from the sight, running off to go recollect what just happened.

Beidou's ship did come back for you; however, as she looked out of the window, all she saw was your lifeless body drifting aimlessly. It'd been too late. Curses. Kazuha was going to kill her.

Well, Hu Tao would be getting another customer, at the very least.

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[midnights-dragon]

I saw your post about Queen Valerin and Ballister's sort of found family dynamic and Ballister's guilt over her death, I wondered if maybe you could do a fanfiction about that?? I love your work :3

I LOVED DOING THIS ONE. It ended up being wayyy longer than expected but it was absolutely amazing exploring this dynamic. You can pry Queen Valerin and Ballister's mother-son relationship out of my cold dead hands (it exists only in my mind)

Summary:

Ballister has an night terror fueled with guilt, and Queen Valerin - the first person to ever give him a chance, who had treated him as if he were her own son - is at the forefront of it, retraumatizing him in a whole new way. Ambrosius comforts him.

#queen valerin and ballister's possible dynamic lives rent free in my mind #nimona #nimona comic #netflix nimona #nimona netflix #nimona fanfic #nimona fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #queen valerin #found family #angst fanfiction #angst #hurt/comfort #whump #ao3 #tristenthekitty #thanks for the ask! #ballister x ambrosius #ambrosius x ballister

[im-a-wonderling]

Eyes, Part 3 ~ Anakin Skywalker

I know this seems a lot like Kenobi, but I swear I had this whole fanfic plotted out before Kenobi came out. Also please don’t spoil anything, I’ve only seen two episodes of the show. 

Warnings: none?

Word count: 2.7k

Eyes Masterlist

Vader only just managed to catch Y/N as she crumpled, and he couldn’t hold back his groan as her weight pulled at his battered body. With great effort, he laid her down on the cot, his breath getting even louder and more ragged at the strain.

It was taking him much longer to get used to this suit than he would’ve liked, certainly much longer than it’d taken to get used to his first synthetic hand a few years ago. The technology he had access to now was stuff he could’ve only dreamed of when he was young, and yet nothing made these clunky limbs feel like his old ones. He couldn’t even get out a whole sentence without being winded, having to pause to take a breath in between words. 

Seeing her though…

As he gazed down at Y/N’s face, he could’ve sworn he was back in the Jedi Temple, in his old body, laying beside Y/N in his simple bed, watching her sleep and relishing every moment with her before the dawn came and separated them. Their relationship had been one of secrets and stolen moments in the night, making it—and her—infinitely more precious than anything else he’d ever known. 

Back then, he’d never felt more like himself. 

Now, the hooded nature of her eyes suggested she, like him, hadn’t been getting enough rest. The suspicious looseness of clothes that should’ve fit her well made it obvious that she hadn’t been getting enough sustenance. The godforsaken desert planet on which she’d been hiding wouldn’t have much in the way of food.

He didn’t have to use his imagination to know what that was like. 

He knew he needed to turn around and leave, to allow Y/N to get some rest while he returned to his duties.

But he couldn’t make himself do it.

This was silly, he told himself. She would be in a locked and guarded cell. She couldn’t go anywhere. Whenever he wanted to come see her again, he could.

Nevertheless, his fear of losing her again was overruling everything else.

Only the knowledge that the Emperor would soon want an update could’ve possibly made Vader turn and leave, with only one last longing look. He addressed the stormtroopers. “Remain guard outside the cell. Under no circumstances is anyone to enter that cell except for myself.”

Their lack of an immediate “Yes, Lord Vader” told him they didn’t appreciate or understand the broach in protocol, even if they didn’t dare argue with him. 

He didn’t care.

Y/N had always been strong with the force, and it wouldn’t take much for her to be able to slip into someone’s mind and make them help her escape. And right now, she needed to sleep, not jump ship in the middle of space. 

Without allowing his gait to falter, Vader tried to breathe slowly and gather his wits.

He’d been so scrambled by the sight of her face when she’d realized who he was, he’d forgotten to talk about the thing he’d intended to. The thing at the heart of his mission to find her. 

Now it would have to wait until she’d gotten enough sleep. 

The chatter on the flight deck died immediately when he walked in, everyone dutifully staring at their screens or the floor. 

“Get us to Coruscant,” Vader snapped at the general.

The general stood straighter. “Lord Vader, we suspect the rebels caught wind of the rumor of our capture of Bail Organa. We believe they are currently rallying their forces to–”

“The Emperor,” Vader interrupted, stepping closer to the man, “is expecting us. Do I have to explain what happens to the people who disappoint either of us?”

The general had the good sense to look frightened, and Vader caught the sound of a gulp. “Yes, sir, charting a course for Coruscant.” 

Confident in the general’s ability to take charge from there, Vader stormed out of the flight deck. He needed to find Y/N a real bed and some food. 

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When you opened your eyes, there wasn’t the least bit of panic in your heart, not even when you saw dark, metal walls instead of the gritty walls of your cave back on Geonosis. 

Whatever force-induced sleep Vader’d put you in, it had been the first dreamless sleep you’d had in months, and you felt better than you could ever remember feeling in the past few months. Not that you were about to thank him for it.

Stars, it was Anakin. Vader was Anakin.

Peace gone, your stomach churned, spurring you into action, because anything was better than sitting still to allow the realization to fully hit you and cause you to fall apart.

You sat up, scanning your surroundings.

You weren’t in a cell anymore, but in a furnished bedroom that was much larger than any bedroom you ever remembered seeing in a ship. When you were onboard a ship during the war, you were lucky if you got to sleep in a bunk.

The bed underneath you was so soft, you were half convinced it was melting underneath you. You could lay in the middle of the bed, extending your arms and legs as wide as you could and still not touch the edges. You’d never been in such a bed, even before your rough bed in the cave on Geonosis. The beds in the Jedi Temple were never this indulgent.

You scooted to the edge, standing on your feet. They were a bit shaky, probably from lack of food, but they supported your weight just fine.

Why had you been left in this room, all by yourself, with no stormtroopers or Vader?

You walked over to the window, staring out at all the stars. Then you squinted. A ship of this magnitude certainly had the capability for traveling through hyperspace…so why wasn’t it?

A question for another time.

Just inside the door rested a change of clothes, neatly folded, and a plate of food. Judging by the curly tendrils of steam emitting from the food, they hadn’t been there long.

You gingerly searched the clothes for a tracker or hidden restraints of some kind, but you couldn’t find anything amiss, so you shrugged out of your stolen garments. But before you could pull on the new clothes, you blinked at the bacta patch on your forearm, covering the blaster wound.

Did you even want to know who’d taken the initiative to search you closely enough to find the injury?

Your skin tingled with revulsion at the idea of Vader searching you while you were unconscious, and you quickly refocused on getting dressed. The plate of food went untouched. There was no way of knowing if something had been put in the food until it was too late, and that was not a risk you were willing to take.

Instead, you sat facing away from the door and closed your eyes.

Before you’d separated, Obi-Wan had warned you of the dangers of meditating while you were on Geonosis, stating that interaction with the force would make it easier for the followers of the dark side to find you, but since you were already trapped…

You didn’t have to sit for long.

The force was waiting.

It embraced you, holding you tight and whispering a greeting.

Where have you been? it asked, caressing your cheek like a loving parent. What took so long for you to come home?

A soft sigh fell unbidden from your lips as you allowed the peace to settle over you, loosening the knots of tension in your shoulders. 

Your lightsaber was green for good reason.

Being a Jedi wasn’t easy, but the spiritual aspect of being a Jedi had always been your home. Before the massacre on the Jedi Temple, you’d been able to spend hours upon hours by yourself, sitting on a mat with your eyes closed.

But your thoughts strayed to Anakin.

What you had endured these past few months while you thought Anakin was dead, that was nothing compared to what you were facing now.

He was alive.

It would’ve been better if he’d died instead of becoming a proclaimed enemy of the Jedi. And yet you couldn’t bring yourself to wish that he had died. Anakin’s presence in your life had always made you toe the line of being a Jedi, because how could the two of you exist and not form an attachment to each other? 

But not being able to wish Vader dead? What kind of a Jedi did that make you? 

The force rested heavy on you, a reassuring presence in the midst of your growing anguish.

In your meditative state, you could feel the dark presence behind you before the door even opened, and you squeezed your eyes tighter as a body stepped into the room.

“You didn’t eat your food.”

The sensation of the force around your body turned probing, and you knew it was trying to warn you. Trusting it, you didn’t say anything. Vader could kill you, but he couldn’t force you into conversation. 

“Why don’t you eat?” His labored breathing made your own chest hurt. “It’ll help your arm heal.” There were no similarities between this voice and Anakin’s. Was there any part of Anakin remaining? The force certainly didn’t think so.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes flew open as your heart gave a feeble jump in your chest. Had you imagined it?

“Y/N,” he said again, quieter, like it was for his own benefit. 

The force continued it’s probing, but you couldn’t listen to it anymore. “Why am I in this room?” you asked, willing to do anything to keep him from saying your name again. “I thought I was a prisoner.” That was a safe enough question.

“You deserve a more comfortable life…than what we were afforded in that temple.”

Your chest twinged. 

The temple that had offered a home to the both of you. The temple where the two of you met and fell in love. The temple where you’d barely escaped from after the Jedi were all but wiped out.

There could be multiple reasons why Vader hadn’t killed you yet, but only one reason why he would provide food, sleep, a room, and a bacta patch.

“I’m not going to join you,” you said to the wall. “And nothing you can do will convince me otherwise.”

Vader’s loaded breathing was the only sound in the small space.

“You can threaten to kill me, and you can try and torture me into submission, but I will never cross that line.”

The sound of Vader’s boots coming closer made your heart rate pick up, so much adrenaline spiking your system that it was difficult to stay still. “If you haven’t agreed to join us…by the time we reach Coruscant…the Emperor will make me kill you.” 

So that was the reason the ship wasn’t traveling through hyperspace. To give Vader more time to persuade you over to the dark side.

“Then I guess you’ll have to kill me,” you replied.

“I know Obi-Wan is still alive…and I know you know where he is…if I can tell the Emperor that you…helped us find him–”

“I won’t.” You promised yourself that no matter what else happened, you’d never reveal that information, no matter what Vader did or said to you. Your gullibility wasn’t going to get Obi-Wan killed too.

“What did he tell you?”

You didn’t need to ask what moment in time Vader was asking about. 

Was it safe to talk about Obi-Wan? Did Vader actually know Obi-Wan was still alive or was he just fishing around for answers, hoping you would confirm his suspicions?

“That night on Mustafar,” you said slowly, “Obi-Wan told me you were dead.”

The sound of Vader’s breathing cut out for a moment. “That explains why you stayed hidden.”

You nearly twisted around to look at him, only stopping yourself at the last moment. “What do you mean?”

“If you’d known I was alive…you would’ve come to find me.”

Your cheeks warmed, and your Jedi upbringing cringed away from the emotion in your chest, just as it always had. You leaned into the force again, which leaned back, steadying you. “You’re right.” You swallowed hard, knowing there was no point in lying. “I would’ve.”

“Obi-Wan thinks he killed me. He cut off my legs and my real arm…and watched as I caught on fire.” You sucked in a breath in spite of yourself, trying not to imagine it. “If not for the Emperor…I would’ve perished.”

Nausea filtered in as you absorbed the information. If this was true, it would explain Vader’s undying loyalty to the Emperor. Having lost his old master and you, Vader had no one else.

You felt something in you snap—maybe your resolve or your heart, but did it really matter which one?—as you finally got to your feet and turned around. 

You had to hand it to the Emperor.

The suit and mask hid everything familiar. You couldn’t even be happy that the yellow eyes were hidden from view because so was everything else. Anakin’s brown curls, his smirk, the scar that cut through his left eye and eyebrow, the arms that had held you, the lips that had kissed yours.

Maybe every one of those things had perished on Mustafar.

“Stay with me,” Vader said softly, and your lower lip wobbled. “You clearly aren’t getting by.”

You folded your arms, trying to shut off the wave of emotion. Jedi couldn’t let their feelings cloud their judgment. “I’m doing just fine, thank you.”

“Brawling in backwater taverns on Geonosis…for money is hardly fine.”

You clenched your jaw to keep it from dropping. How closely had Vader been keeping tabs on you? How long had he known which planet you were hiding on? “And what happens when the emperor tires of me?”

“He wants what’s best for me,” Vader said with absolute conviction. “And what’s best for me…is you.” Your heart fluttered, and you cursed it for its flippancy. “I could take care of you,” Vader pressed. “You will never want for food…or clothing again. You would be safe...and...and we can be together.”

For a moment, you felt your resolve wavering. In spite of yourself, hopes floating through your body like intoxicating perfume. 

These were promises you’d always wanted to hear from Anakin. Promises that he would make because he loved you and wanted to provide for you, to keep you safe and forever by his side.

Promises that contradicted everything the Jedi Order stood for.

The perfume turned to tear gas. 

The only reason he was making you these promises now was because he’d obliterated the Order. The memories of all those Jedi lying slain in the hallway came flooding back. You set your shoulders, feeling as if the beating organ in your heart had hardened into steel. “I will never join you.”

Vader didn’t say anything, and he didn’t move.

His silence only made you realize how hard your heart was beating as you waited. For what? For him to take out his lightsaber and run you through? For him to summon stormtroopers to take you back to the cell? For the ship to jump into hyperspace, swiftly taking you to the Emperor?

Vader finally moved, and you jumped, thinking he was going to come closer to you. But instead, he walked over to the door. “Come with me.”

The door slid open, and Vader walked through it. You caught a glimpse of the stormtroopers waiting outside as Vader started walking down the corridor. When you didn’t follow him, he paused, turning back to face you. 

“Are you going to force me to go with you?” you asked.

“No.”

The stormtroopers exchanged looks. If you could sense their confusion and agitation, you were sure Vader could as well. Yet he just stood still, and even though you couldn’t see his eyes, you knew they were on you. 

You cocked your head at him, wishing you could see his expression. Did he ever take his suit off? Or did he wear it all the time? Did he sleep in it?

Curiosity. 

Not quite a positive emotion, but certainly a reprieve from the barrage of negative emotions from the last few months. 

Your feet shuffled forward. “Where are we going?” you asked, once you’d caught up with him.

Vader turned, leading you down the corridor. “The cafeteria. You need food.”

-

Part 4

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Shapes of Love Marathon - Day 1

Annnd we’ve reached the start of the Shapes of Love marathon - or maybe it’s more of a sprint finish? Not sure, never been a huge athletics/ track & field fan, but anyway!

Chapter 26 of Shapes of Love is up!! 

(which is probably something that is more of interest to you than my ramblings) Link’s up there, go enjoy it! 

What’s SoL? A Larissa/Morticia AU longfic (75k words in total) I’ve been working at for months, and is now reaching its final stages!

What’s the marathon?  For the duration of this week (June 12-16) I'll be posting one chapter a day until the epilogue, which will come up on Friday, 16th June...stay tuned! 

Here’s the first chapter of SoL 

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Werewolf Terry Bogard (Art doesn't belong to me)

Trigger Warnings: Breaking bones, blood, gore, angst, vomit and cannibalism! Read it at your own risk! Don't say I didn't warn you!

Terry was walking around the streets of Ohio. It was 3 a.m. and everything was quiet. Suddenly Terry had a strange feeling on his chest. He could not explain what was going on. The full moon was on the sky. It was as shiny as always. Out of nowhere, Terry's bones started to break. Terry could not understand the reason why, he just felt hairy and angry for no known reason whatsoever. He told himself that it might be just his imagination. But he was wrong! Just before the blink of his eyes, Terry's chest became hairy! "What the hell is going on?", he said. No one was walking around the streets except him. Another few seconds later, his ears became hairy. They looked like werewolf ears. Then he developed fangs. He looked at himself in an old mirror. He could not believe his eyes! He had werewolf ears, a werewolf tail that was way longer than his hair, some werewolf fangs and an incredibly hairy chest! He also became tall for no known reason! "What the hell is wrong with me?!", Terry screamed the moment he saw himself. That wasn't him. He was becoming someone else. Someone who was hairy, someone with unusual bones, someone who......SOMEONE WHO WAS A WEREWOLF!!!! Terry's bones just started to break only to change, but the bones were werewolf bones. Terry watched his reflection as he was suffering in pain! He told his bones to stop breaking all by themselves, he told the full moon to go away and he told himself that he ain't no werewolf. But did his words change anything? No! His pain only started to get worse! He had 42 werewolf fangs, his eyes became red and he watched as his nails turned to claws! Then Terry got hungry. His saliva landed on his left hand, now a werewolf paw, and he wanted to eat human flesh. He wanted to eat children. He wanted to eat anyone he sees. He could not stop himself from being hungry. He was crawling for the search of blood! The pain of his werewolf transformation lasted for 22 minutes and he lost his mind. Terry Bogard wasn't Terry Bogard anymore, he was a werewolf named Werewolf Fur! After those awful 22 minutes, Terry was a werewolf. He howled and ate his own shoes, his own socks and even his own hat! He did wear his pants and his t-shirt, but he ruined them with his werewolf paws and werewolf claws. He was ready to bring suffering and pain in Ohio! He went to a park. Some kids were playing there. The kids were happy and laughing. They attracted Terry's lust for human flesh. Just before the kids could scream, terror would make them shiver. Terry put these kids in his werewolf mouth! He was chewing on them. First he drank their blood, then he ate their flesh and he broke their bones! The only thing remaining of these kids, now reduced to skeletons, were their clothes. Their clothes were inside of this monster's stomach. He then howled again and left Ohio, never to be seen again.

The next day, Terry turned back to his human form. People around the USA saw him in his werewolf form. Terry, now known as a werewolf called Werewolf Fur, was on the news. Terry washed himself. The blood and saliva on his hands were gone for good! He wondered where his shoes, socks and hat were. He then started to vomit. He felt something. He realized that the werewolf everyone in the USA talked about was him! He felt guilt. He felt guilt for not running away from the full moon. He felt guilt for not controlling his werewolf instincts. He wanted to stop himself from going nuts, but it was already too late. Terry cried even though he just stopped vomiting. "What have I done? I am a monster.", Terry said to himself. He then cried in sadness.

The end.

Thanks for reading this fanfiction, guys and girls! I hope you really liked it! Please reblog it and heart it! Now bye!

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