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geeks-universe · 3 years

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Veritas Vos Liberabit IV

The truth will set you free.

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A/N: Hehe, there’s gonna be a super awesome character arc just you wait

“You still haven’t explained,” John reminded you, pulling you from the staring match you were having with your phone.

You flicked your gaze towards him, stopping yourself from reading anymore texts. Lucifer was relentless, jumping from asking you to come home, to threatening sending Amenadiel after you.

“Hmm?” You hummed gracelessly, before realizing he was most definitely referring to your mojo. “Oh, just a little trick I learned from my dad.”

He didn’t really look like he was buying it, so you sent him an amused smirk. Deciding that presentation was better than explanation, you slowed him to a stop. Ever curious, Sherlock watched tentatively as you made eye contact with John.

“What is it you truly desire?” You inquired, that brief flicker of connection to your divinity sparking something inside. Your fingers tingled, air alight with a power you’d never had the opportunity to tap into.

“Uh,” John blinked a couple of times, “I…”

Sherlock was staring at his friend, brows furrowed as he saw the man at war within his own mind.

“I want to feel happy again.”

The smirk on your lips faded to a thoughtful smile. Humans were interesting creatures to you, but not in the same way they were to your father. He reveled in their sins, and believed in their corruption. You, however, were inspired by their flaws. Emotions were at the very core of their being, and it was a beautiful melody you would never tire of.

Sherlock looked to be torn between wonder and annoyance. John, however, shook his head, furrowing his brows in your direction.

“I couldn’t stop myself,” he explained slowly, trying to piece together exactly why that was in his mind. “No matter how hard I tried.”

You tilted your head to the side, just observing him. Confusion was evident, though he didn’t look upset by what he’d said, or embarrassed.

“Some sort of psychological trick,” Sherlock muttered to himself, pulling your attention to him.

John seemed ready to chalk it up to magic, while Sherlock was skeptical at best.

“Enough of that,” you exclaimed, “I was promised a tour! It’s already so different from Los Angeles.”

And just like that, John was back to the charming, kind host. Sherlock was inquisitive, but quiet. He kept a close watch on you, and offered brief explanations to some of your questions, but otherwise remained vigilant.

Every step you took was cataloged, along with each expression that crossed your face. Despite it, you didn’t let his quirky nature detract from the time you were having.

“Is it your dad,” John finally asked after one too many alerts from your phone. (Seriously, did Lucifer really not have anything better to do?) “That you’re ignoring, I mean.”

“Of course it is,” Sherlock interjected, looking for all the world like it was the most obvious assumption.

Instead of getting upset at his interruption, you found your lips turning up in a smile. He was rather fascinating, if not a little intrusive.

“I left without saying goodbye,” you admitted a little forlornly, nervously fiddling with your phone. There were moments when you felt that you absolutely made the best decision, but doubt wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Why?”

John didn’t sound judgemental, nor did he sound pushy. To you, he just sounded worried almost, like someone who knew the importance of close bonds and didn’t want you severing one without good purpose.

“I love him,” you were quick to defend your own actions. Of the two, John was the only one who seemed comforting. “But I need to be away from him. He was so worried about keeping me safe that he’d suffocated me.”

There was a hint of sympathy on John’s features. Even if he didn’t understand the full extent of your story, he did know a thing or two about family troubles. Perhaps having a confidant in him would help to soothe the growing loneliness in your family’s absence.

Silence reigned supreme over the three of you as you continued your walk. John was casting an occasional concerned glance to you. You were lost in the buildings and architecture that spread from the ground to the sky. And Sherlock, well, he was too busy connecting dots you’d thrown around with each word. Still, he couldn’t quite picture it all. There was something more to you than what he was able to uncover, though what it was he couldn’t be sure.

It wasn’t until a few minutes more that your feet stopped on their own accord. Your eyes, wide and full of sadness, scaled the stone steeple that stood proudly at a height far above the other buildings. There wasn’t much foot traffic moving in and out of the building, but a soft ringing called to you nonetheless.

You cleared your throat, dragging your teary gaze from the stained glass to your walking partners.

“I need a couple of minutes, do you mind if…”

John caught on immediately, quick to pull his friend out of the line of questioning he looked about ready to go into.

“I’ll grab us a bite to eat,” he assured you, practically dragging Sherlock away as you ascended the stairs into the church.

The air was buzzing with an energy you couldn’t recognize. The room was dark, and nearly empty. Something propelled you forward, bringing you to a stop at one of the pews in the back. You’d only ever been to a church once before. For obvious reasons, your father wasn’t the biggest fan.

Lucifer wasn’t the biggest fan.

But, then again, he wasn’t your real father.

You sucked a breath in, staring forward at the cross that stood proudly at the very center of the stage. Unlike the rest of your siblings, you had never actually met your father. As much as you tried to act like it didn’t bother you, deep down it did. Why had he handed you off to Lucifer? Why were you forced to spend your days in Hell when the rest of your family was acquainted with the Silver City.

You dropped your head into your hands, breaking your wandering gaze.

“Dad,” you breathed, your voice shaky.

“Why did you do this?” You asked into the silence, your voice nearly imperceptible to the people around you. “Why am I here? Why did you send me to Hell?”

There was no answer.

Not that you expected one.

Lucifer didn’t have any faith left in your father. He talked about abandonment, about the atrocities your father let happen. He spoke of an unfathomable cruelty and undeniable destiny.

You didn’t believe that.

No matter how bad things got, you couldn’t believe it.

There had to be some explanation, some rationalization of it all.

Whatever it was though, you would be the last to know. If your father didn’t even want you, he wouldn’t want to give you an explanation that he hadn’t even given his other children.

Tears were beginning to blur your vision, your phone burning in your back pocket. You should answer Lucifer. Your actual father may not be around, but you did have a dad, and at the very least he deserved an explanation.

“I just want to know who I am,” you quietly confessed to the empty room.

You took a moment to wipe away your tears and calm your breathing. Just as you moved to stand up, a person beside you cleared their throat politely.

He looked vaguely familiar, with his auburn hair and pressed suit. It wasn’t until you spotted the umbrella he twirled in his hand habitually that you realized who it was. John had told you all about Mycroft Holmes, and how you should expect him to pay you a visit just for breathing the same air as his younger brother.

“Oh, hello, didn’t see you there,” you admitted, smiling warmly at him.

The little you knew about the man in front of you caused a soft affection to bubble inside. You loved your family, and you could understand that desire to protect them. Even if he went about it in an odd way, you couldn’t blame the man for his vigilant nature.

“Miss Morningstar,” he greeted, the thin curve of his lips little more than an intimidation tactic, though he looked considerably charmed by your behavior, as did practically all humans. “I have a proposition for you, though I do apologize for disturbing you at a place of worship.”

You swallowed, briefly flicking your gaze to the cross.

“I’d say it hardly deserves worship,” you replied, inclining your head towards him. “Are you a man of faith?”

He raised a brow at your apparent disinterest in religion, despite your choice to retreat inside an old church. There was a certain amount of amusement in his brow, likely due to the question.

“Not particularly, no,” he answered cordially, but without much interest. “I consider myself a man of science.”

“Science,” you echoed, a fragment of a smile. “You believe science and faith can’t coexist?”

For one reason or another, he actually considered your argument. You knew it was likely a ploy to further his own business, but you found yourself innately curious about the man beside you. Most of what you knew of Sherlock came from John, and if there was a reason why he seemed to be immune to the divinity you exuded, you’d like to learn a little more.

“Faith is an explanation for what science can’t yet determine.”

His words were precise, and sure, as if there was nothing you could do to shake that determination. You paused thoughtfully, turning so that you might fully face him now. There was a glisten of veneration in his eyes, an unconscious acknowledgment to the river of divinity that flowed through your veins.

“Your proposition?”

You interruption was met with a continued cessation, followed by a diverted gaze.

“Information,” he claimed, leaning back to create an air of detachment. “Your recent neighbor, Sherlock.”

You waved off the rest of his proposal, not bothering to listen.

“No.”

His eyes narrowed a fraction, dangerous calculations swirling inside his mind as he scoured every detail on your person.

“So quick to align yourself without hearing how much I’ll offer you.”

You stood up, tilting your head curiously.

“If you want information on your brother, you could always just ask him, Mycroft.”

There was a momentary spark of confusion, or perhaps annoyance, in his stare, but you paid it no mind as you left without a further goodbye.

The sun was a blinding contrast to the dark building you were in before, but you found yourself comforted by its overwhelming presence. Your eyes shut on their own accord as you felt the heat seep into your soul. Before Lucifer returned to Earth, you had been in Hell with him. You hated it there. A part of you had always longed for the sun and the warmth it rained down upon mankind. In your youth, Lucifer took to calling you ‘sunshine’ and it had stuck with you through the years.

You knew, standing under the bright rays of the star, that you could never return to Hell again. Something in your veins longed for the sun, and the divine power that coursed through your system seemed to swell with its embrace.

Your thoughts were shattered as a body collided with yours, sending you stumbling a couple of steps by the sudden, unexpected intrusion. There was a moment, less than a fraction of a second, where your connection to the supernatural world was shifted.

“I am so sorry, I-”

Surprise stopped your words as you met the eyes of the man who ran into you. His gaze was unnatural, a color darker than night. They looked like the depths of Hell frozen over. A smile painted his face, one of cruelty and unspoken horror. His hands were icy where they held you in place, one on your shoulder and the other on your arm. You stood frozen to the spot, whispered tendrils beckoning you to the precipice of madness.

You nearly followed, to a destiny unknown and a journey fraught with danger. The presence was familiar, and much too comfortable. An evil lurked beneath his cool exterior, chilling the very air you breathed.

Still, you were entranced by the muted lunacy.

As you began to take the first step towards instability, you paused, a heat flaring up along your spine, to the base of where your wings stayed hidden. A claw gripped your throat, forcing fire down into your chest to wash away the sins of your thoughts.

As quick as the encounter began, it ended. You gasped for air, finding relief against John a minute later when he worriedly took a hold of your arm.

“Are you okay?” John asked, concern tinting his voice as he rubbed your back in the event you might have trouble catching your breath once more.

Sherlock was quick to look you up and down, tracing any details he might need.

“What happened?”

The black eyes flashed in your mind. This wasn’t an issue you could take to the two of them. Whatever happened was something more in your realm than theirs.

“Nothing,” you assured them, “Someone in a rush.”

Your smile was every bit as convincing as you could make it, hiding the image of blackened eyes and a searing pain along your collar.

Sherlock wished he could believe the lie you tried to sell, but curiosity got the best of him, and he would discover the truth without your help, as it seems.

#Sherlock Holmes x Reader #sherlock x reader #sherlock imagine #sherlock holmes imagine #vvl #the plot thiccensssss #also yes #the reader and mycroft are gonna be best bros #whether he wants it or not #because that man just needs a hug honestly

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Life After Snowpiercer: Still Alive

Summery- Curtis (hints of You) makes his way through the cars, and reaches the end to find a surprise waiting for him. Violence.

If you want to read the story Curtis told Nam, read it here- Past Horrors

Word Count- 2967

Chapter 3 / Masterlist

“OPEN IT, OPEN THE FUCKING GATE!”

Curtis stood at the final gate, the final mother fucking gate, his palms slapping at it, his boots ramming into it, and his rage, all that rage from the past 17 years, and more recently the two days it took him to fight his way here, so many lives, gone. His revolution had become a blood bath, Gilliam executed, Grey stabbed, Tonya shot, You… well he couldnt even let himself go there, not yet. Edgar, well fuck Edgar he betrayed, having left him laying among the rest, setting out right after the battle of the tunnel, leaving the majority of people behind to care for the dead and wounded. There was no time to stall.

Hours before in horror he watched the front enders slaughter his people in the television screen,among a car full of children singing praises to the almighty Wilford, the saviour. The armed men entered the gate and were lost from sight. Curtis just felt that all of you were gunned down without a care. No…. He almost broke right then and there, he could see them entering the last car, the one where he supposedly had you kept safe. His breathing picked up, his chest tightened and black stars swarmed in his vision. Then the tv crackled the noises of gunshots and flares of white could be seen coming out of the darkest gateway, all of it so grainy on the screen, but it was picture clear for him. No bodies could be seen, but the way his whole being just shattered into a million biting glass edges, slicing unseen wounds through his mind, he lost you, he couldnt keep you safe after all. Tonya smacked his face. “Curtis snap out of it, you have to lead us”

How can I? Shes gone, they shot her. His mind pieced together an image of your body crumbled in the middle of the aisle, bright red blossoming around you like a opening flower across your back, your hand outreaching for the darkness that might have hid you. Your eyes, the ones hes seen laughing, crying and loving, glassed over sightless, that part that was a persons soul, the spark that brought them life in there eyes, gone. Gone, could it really be? Curtis, she was doomed the day she chose you, and you kept her anyways. Monster. You killed her.

Suddenly Tonya came into his vision again, and beyond her, Minister Mason crumbled on her knees, her rat like face, with those beady eyes and oversized false teeth saying his name “Curtis, I can help you!” The heavy weight of the gun in his palm had a purpose, and it felt FUCKING GOOD just then. Without even a moment in between her words and him registering what the fuck she was pleading for, he marched over and right to her forehead the muzzle settled, her eyes rolling up to look at it in fear, the yellowish whites of her eyes brimming with tears, pupils focused on the muzzle indenting against her forehead. “Curtis pleeease, I beg you!”

His expression, was that of a man who no longer gave a shit what happened to him, his finger squeezed and that bullet, with a little satisfaction for him, drilled through her brain, a splatter of red grazing the entire area. A wipe of his hand across his face, he turned back towards the gate, Nam already working on it. Switching to a new cartridge, he told those still remaining. “We go forward” And just as he came to the gate, Nam got it to swing open, and now this man became the darkest part of himself he could possibly be, the compassion he would show his fellow kind was simply gone. There was no hestitation in his actions. If anyone crossed his path, they were met with cold killing rage.

Now at the final gate, that god damn signature W holding him back from Wilford. Nam tried to stall Curtis, refusing to open that final one for reasons Curtis couldnt understand. His daughter Yona, moaned on a pile of coats, drugged and drunk beyond rational thought, the child was a pitiful sight indeed. “Open the gate Nam, now. Is this what you want?” Curtis emptied his pockets of the kronoles, flinging them at the ex security intel “Take it! Open the fucking gate now!”

In a moment of weariness, Curtis stumbled to the floor, leaning back against the frame work staring at the door. Nam took some pity on the man and tossed him a smoke “Fucker better enjoy it, its the last one.” What the hell, Curtis thought, and he lit it, taking a stale drag of nicotine he hadnt experienced since he was 16 at a party. Finally he started talking, telling Nam all about how the beginning of his life on the train went. Inside his mind though, was a totally different conversation, his way of saying goodbye he supposed although numb at this point to everything, he could still sense the pain it was causing, vibrating in waves from him.

“Hey handsome” Your hands would slide up his chest and circle around his neck. “Almost at the end of the line”

“Appears so Baby” Another drag of smoke escaping from him.

“I guess were lucky we got this far right? I knew you would Curtis” Plucking his smoke from his lips and taking an inhale, washing the two of you in a billowing nicotine haze.

“Leave it to you babygirl to find the bright side here.” He chuckled, seeing you now rise to the balls of your feet to kiss him, hell even imaginary your kisses could score a fire to settle in him. How he wished it was real. That you were here, fuck he missed you it was an ache in his chest.”I dont think Im going to be returning… “ His voice drifted off softly.

“Oh handsome, you know I will find you again, another lifetime. You dont think this is truly the end of us?”

“No? it seems like it”

“Handsome, this is just one of many. I love you and we will see each other again. Now go do what you came to do.” you winked and returned the camel between his lips. Stepping away and leaving him alone once more.

Curtis lifted his gaze, asking one last final time. “Open the gate, please” Nam again shook his head, going off in how they MIGHT survive outside of the train, that the snow was melting, there was no need to stay.

“What are you fucking nuts? go out there and freeze. Leave all these people here, no. Open the GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING DOOR”

Then like the gate just knew, it clicked open and a flash of yellow stepped out, Nam shot backwards and in Claudes hand was a pistol. Composed as ever, she looked at Curtis. “Wilford will see you now.”

He simply spared a glance at Nam, whom Yona was wailing and shaking to bring back to her, and he pushed up, and into the room, all cold steel metal and blue glows, along one wall was a kitchen gallery, all dark masculine looking wood work and at the table in the car, sat an older man with intense blue eyes, staring at Curtis while frying his steak, smirking. “Curtis! Lets take a look at you.” Wilford almost sounded joyful, impressed? “You did a mans work coming all the way up here, did you know its been years since anyones walked the entire length of this train. How about you sit down, lets chat.” Claude nudged him towards the seat. With contempt he obliged, sitting down. “Would you believe Ive never been to the tail section?”

Curtis spat out “why the hell not, we to dirty for you in the tail section?”

“You think the engine isnt without its own complications Curtis?” Wilford turned from frying his steak for half a second, fixing Curtis with a look of disappointment. “It gets awful noisy up here, and not many to talk to.”

Who the fuck does he think he is? Noisy? Trying living with a thousand people in a iron box. “Right, you got steaks, room, and that whore will bring you whatever you want.”

“Curtis, everyone has there preordained position. And everyone is in there place…” Pointing at him with the greasy spatula, the steak starting to smoke and sizzle on the stove top. “Except you.” Turning back he flipped the steaks on a plate.

“Yea, thats what people with the best place say to those in the worst place. There is not one soul who wouldnt willingly trade places with you.” Damn straight Baby, your voice encouraged him.

“Would you?” Wilford questioned, seasoning his steak, how in the hell do seasons still exist? Perhaps you werent always the best voice of reasoning.

“Fuck you” Curtis spat at him with hatred and disgust.

Wilford sighed, as if exasperated with him. “Curtis, were all stuck on this train, and its a enclosed ecosystem with a fragile balance. Med rare?” Breaking his line of thought, Curtis ignored the question entirely, which Wilford paid no heed to. “population must be kept in balance, everything rigidly maintained. Now there are times… we have to take more drastic measures.” Wilford brought the steaks over, setting one perfectly cooked one in front of Curtis. “we simply dont have time to let natural selection take over, we all would be overcrowded on this train, starving. Remember starving Curtis? It took us a while to get the protein blocks going. I am truly sorry about that.” Wilford cut a bite of his steak and chewed between the rest of his words. “So we occasionally stir the pot to speak. Get things moving… The cast out of the seven, The McGregor Riots, and this one… My new favorite. The Great Curtis Revolution. Nice ring to it, right? The kids will love it” He winked one icy blue eye at Curtis as if it was a big joke between them. “I mean who was to expect you to come through with torches through the Yekaterina tunnel? Pure genius, nothing like Gilliam or I expected”

Curtis snapped his head a bit and confusion clouded his face He didnt just say that. “What?”

“Now come on, dont tell me you didnt know, Gilliam and I?” Giving an amused chuckle at Curtis confusion. “Front end and Tail end, we work together Curtis, he was more then a partner, he was my friend.”

“Bullshit, I dont believe you” Curtis stated, there was no way Gilliam was friends with Wilford, the hours the two of them had spent together discussing how to get here.

A grin crossed Wilfords face “well our plan was that the rebellion was to end at the tunnel. Kill off most of you, send the rest back. Curtis, why do you think Gilliam conditioned you to be the leader after McGregor? Sadly, it was supposed to be your hurrah. Your going out like in that old movie…. Braveheart? Going out in a fight. Your name was to give the remaining tail enders hope. So Gilliam gave you everything you could want back there. No one messed with you, got to keep the pretty girl, no one shamed you for keeping both your hands. Wasnt it nice, be able to hold her with both.” Dont you dare listen to him baby, we chose each other, Your voice echoed and stressed. A sickness washed over Curtis as these words, Wilford seemed none the wiser over what his words were doing, or he simply didnt care. “Gilliam said you were smart, but he could control you. Sadly he didnt.” Wilford wiped his mouth and tossed the napkin down, not even eating half the steak. “And why he had to pay the price. Im going to miss my friend, our long nightly chats.”

Still in disbelief over the news, Gilliam had been a mentor to him, a father when he needed advice. All those years, and he just fueled Curtis rage for this moment. No one knew that the traitorous snake was the man they all pledged there allegiance to.

“But your little stunt, well it took out more of the front end then I had hoped, but what fun, right? Its okay, you tail enders throw off brats pretty quickly, we will recover. Theres really just one last thing to do.” Picking up a phone, he pressed a button and waited for an answer. “How many you got left back there?” He listened and looked at Claude “We still at 75 percent?” she gave a nod and he returned to whomever was on the phone “Kill off 75 percent…. actually you know what? In celebration of our 18th year, keep 18 extra alive. Thank you”

Before he hung up, the barely there sound of gunfire blasted from the phone, and Curtis sprang to his feet. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Claude gave off one warning shot, which ricochet the bullet around the room, causing them all to duck momentarily. “God damn it Claude! Mind the engine.” Turning to Curtis who was straightening himself out and at this point ready to get this fucken over with. “God damn high strung woman, cant do nothing with them when they get to that point.” Wilford muttered to himself, going up the steps to check on the cylinders circling. Curtis followed him up, preparing to end this now. Wilford pulling out his own pistol from his robes, he cocked it at Curtis.”Mind your next move son. I got a proposition for ya, you might want to consider.”

Curtis merely paused cause of the gun pointing at his chest, basic human instinct still riding out his anger. Clenching his jaw, the twitch ticking in tandem, Wilford motioned him forward. “Listen, I like you, you got spunk, You get the job done. I already have a predecessor, but I need someone who can take over Minister Masons place since you disposed of her. About time someone did, I couldnt stand that woman. At the time, she was my finest choice though. You carry out what I need done, I know you have it in you.” Sliding the gun back into his robe when it seemed Curtis was no longer about to attack him. “Once in a while you dispose of some unnecessary lives we no longer have use for, do some intimidation to out of control groups. I will let you stay up front, even bring your girl up here.”

“Shes still alive?” Curtis croaked, the haze of your name clouding his senses, could it be true, was there actually hope?

“What? Of course shes still alive Curtis. First shes a woman, I wouldnt have my men kill off any women her age unless she was unfit to bear children. Even if you werent in the picture I would have her brought up here, resupply the front end. Shes a pretty thing, make someone a good wife. We need to continue the supply after all. Second, shes yours and Gilliam made it clear she was necessary to keep you compliant. Why do you think we allowed you two to play house with those orphans? Her little pet project. Why we never collected those kids, yes I knew all about them all along.” Wilford spoke as if he was doing You and Curtis a major favor. The fucken ass. Curtis could just see you now, the roll of your eyes and arms folding over your chest, Child Bearing Wife? Go Fuck Yourself Wilford.

All this information sunk in, Still alive, You were still alive. He could have you back, it was as simple as saying yes at this point. Sinking to his knees, his hands came to his face, relief watering his eyes and a soft sob broke. Wilford circled the man, whispering to him “Imagine it Curtis, life of luxury up here, have your girl back. You wouldnt ever have to live in a cage per say again. Just follow my orders like a good little soldier. Its really that easy. Minister Everett, sounds fitting right? The tail ender who actually made something of himself. Gilliam would want that for you.” Then he walked away, leaving Curtis all alone, choking on another sob, his hand came to his head and brushed his signature beanie off, rubbing his head. No Curtis, you are here for a reason, echoes of your voice shouted at him. “And if I say no?” Wilford snorted with disdain at Curtis, rolling his eyes with exasperation.

“Im giving you the deal of a life time and you dont want to take it? Fine, I guess I will have her killed Curtis, marched right up here and you can watch her die, or bring her up here and give her away to someone else? You can watch another man have her. Is that a better option. Its either you do this or you die and shes mine.” He gave a shrug. “The choice of your fates is in your hands.” Wilford was no fool, he knew how to work Curtis, already he could see the mans shoulders sink in a sign of defeat. Claude was perched near the gate entrance when it opened, a glance over her shoulder widened her smile, and she stepped aside. “Ahhh, I was wondering where my predecessor had gone off to, its about time you arrived. I was just telling Curtis all about what we set up for him.”

Curtis looked over his shoulder and the familiarity of the man struck him hard, it was like looking at you, your features in this young man was so prominent, he croaked out in disbelief.

“Matt?!”

Yes, your brother was still alive, healthy and alive. Dressed in a fine suit, well groomed, the young man smirked at Curtis. “Long time Curtis, good to see you again.”

@what-is-your-plan-today @jtargaryen18 @curtisbbq @p8tn0lish

#curtis everett x reader #snowpiercer #chris evans #curtis everett #fan fic

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captainscanadian · 4 years

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Better | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part 8)

My Masterlist

Summary: Finally, things really are starting to get better.

Word Count: 9287

Pairing: Doctor!Bucky x Doctor!Reader, Doctor!Natasha x Platonic!Reader, Lawyer!Peggy x Platonic!Bucky, The Mom

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Abuse, Alcoholism, Surgery, Organ Donation, IV & Needles, Emotional Distress, Physical Pain, Drugs, Hospital Stay, Homelessness, Anxiety, Trauma

A/N: What can I say except you’re welcome... ;)

Bucky Barnes tapped his nimble fingers anxiously against the rustic oak desk as he sat in Peggy’s office, waiting for the hospital’s in-house attorney to return so that the two of them could head over to meet Steve and your mother to complete their task at hand. The room was bright despite the lights being turned off, the mid-summer sunshine blazing through the large corner window with its blinds parted. The dark haired doctor looked down at the cheque book in front of him, an exasperated sigh escaping his dry lips as he continued to ponder what he was about to do. Of course, he was not having second thoughts about this. He had no regrets about the choice that he had made.

Money had never been an issue for him, not when he was younger and certainly not now. It was not the money that he was worried about. He knew that he was doing the right thing by offering a very large sum of money to your parents, almost three times more than what they had owed in medical bills, both in Brooklyn and in Philadelphia. Not only that, he was also offering them a monthly allowance in addition to this payment. With your father’s inability to work and your mother’s recent loss of employment, they would certainly be well off with what he had to offer them. Moreover, this allowance also allowed them to not have a reason to contact you in the future.

Although the reason for this awful feeling in his chest was not the fact that he was paying them off, it was the fact that he was only willing to pay them in return for them cutting all ties with their only child. It made him feel as though he was betraying you. They may not have been good parents to you but he knew that no matter what, you still saw them as your family. To put an end to that behind your back, it hurt him. He was hurting because he knew how much it would hurt you.

Your James knew that he was doing the right thing by paying them off so that you did not have to. But he could not deny the obvious fact though. They did not deserve any of it, not even a single penny. While you had to work twice as hard to become a successful cardio-thoracic surgeon, put your blood, sweat and tears into the way you studied, obtained your skills, practiced medicine and earned the money you were now making in your own right, your parents were going to live the rest of their lives in luxury because of what he was about to do. They did not deserve any of this at all, as it seemed to be more of a reward to their wrong-doings than a punishment. They deserved punishment. But who was he to wish that they would be punished?

Perhaps what Bucky had been feeling towards them was not necessarily vengeance; he was in no place to feel vengeful towards them. He had not been the one who had been hurt by their actions his whole life. If there was anyone in this world who had a justified reason to feel that way towards your parents, it was you. But he knew that your heart could never be so full of vengeance. Hell, your heart could never even hold a single ounce of vengeance. Even at a time like this, he knew that you were probably worried about your parents’ financial dilemma than the emotional trauma that had been caused by your surgery and its aftermath. As someone who had always sympathized with people who had lived in the streets, you would not wish that upon your own abusive parents. Your heart was a lot more pure than his and that was why you would always be a better human being than he could ever be.

Biting down on his bottom lip, he signed the cheque that he had written as payable to your mother, the sound of Peggy’s red bottom heels clicking against the tiled floor of the hallway making him turn to the door with a rather nervous smile. “Hey Peggy.” He said, almost too plainly, as though he was fighting too hard to suppress his own emotions. He wanted to stay calm for the sake of this transaction running smoothly, but the pain and the anger that the circumstances had caused him were undeniably weighing him down.

“Are you alright, Bucky?” She asked her child’s godfather as she entered her office, though she knew from the look on his face that he was far from okay. As an attorney, as a friend and as a mother of her own little girl, she understood how difficult this must be for him. It was just as difficult for her. Of course, she was angry for the way you had been treated your whole life. But she also knew that this was the only way you could be protected. She was glad that she had a small part to play in that.

But when she saw that look on Bucky’s face, she knew how much it hurt him too. Bucky had a short-temper, there was no denying that. And she could imagine just how angry he must be feeling towards your parents at that moment. Steve would have felt the same way had it been her and her parents. Peggy knew that despite the anger and the guilt that he must be feeling for what he was about to do, Bucky loved you. He loved you with all of his heart that he was fighting with his own emotions. Though she also knew that the man had a strict moral code, he would not let his emotions get the worst of him. After all, that was why they all called him the cold hearted surgical robot.

“I’m of sound mind, body and soul.” He replied as he let out another sigh, tearing the cheque leaf and looking down at the amount that he had written. “I want to do this, Peggy. I want to do this for her. But we both know that they don’t deserve any of this.”

As she walked around her desk, she pulled out a key from her pocket and the safe in the corner of the office. “What you’re about to offer them... not only is it much more than what they had asked Y/N for, it’s more than what any judge could have written off on.” She informed him with a sigh. “They don’t deserve it, I know. We all agree that they don’t deserve a single pence of what you’re about to give them, Bucky. But Y/N deserves it. She deserves everything that this world could possibly give her. Her safety, her protection, her happiness... they’re all priceless compared to what you’ve written in that cheque.” A part of Peggy wondered if now was a good time to tell Bucky about your confession regarding him. Probably not, she was not going to meddle that much. Besides, it would be much better if you and Bucky had confessed your feelings for each other to each other. Pulling out a sealed envelope, she set it down in front of the man before taking a seat across from him. “Are you sure you’re okay to present this cheque to them yourself? Or would you like me to... handle the transaction myself?”

Bucky bit down on his lip once more as he ran his hand through is hair. “I... I can do it.” He told her with a nod. “I would like to do it myself. I would like to hand her the cheque and give her a piece of my mind.”

Peggy let out another sigh before she shook her head at him. “Bucky, if you’re going to let your emotions out of control, I think its better that I do this on my own.”

“No, Peggy...” He shook his head back at her. “I want her to know that... even though they never have and probably never will... love their daughter as she should have been loved her while life, that there’s someone else in this world who loves her more than they ever could. I want them to know that even though they never realized how blessed they were to have a daughter like Y/N, it was their loss that they drove her away... because now she has people who actually care about her. I want them to know she’s loved widely and deeply, that we’re all better for Y/N than they could ever be.”

Peggy could not deny that Bucky’s wish was a valid one. In a way, she wanted your parents to know that too. But her concern was on the man’s temper. She feared that he would lash out at them, for she knew just how much he loved you. She wanted this to go smoothly, for your sake. “Fine... but you have to promise me that you won’t lash out at them. I know that your temper gets the worst of you at times. Steve even told me what happened between you and Wanda. Bucky, I know how you really feel about them but you can’t show that when you see them. Do you understand?” If anything, she was only worried about a potential lawsuit that might come their way. The last thing she wanted to deal with was one of the doctors lashing out at a loved one of a patient at this hospital, even though the circumstances did justify Bucky’s potential outburst, if there was any outburst at all. She sure hoped not.

“... I promise.” He agreed, looking down at his hands as he twirled around the hair tie on his wrist. “Peggy, what if Y/N finds out about what I did? If not about the money, I’m sure she’d at least be mad about the fact that I am asking her biological parents to cut ties all with her. I don’t even think I can keep the part about the money from her at this point. I mean, as much I want to keep it from her, I know that it’s not going to be easy to hide it. I thought about lying to her and saying that we wrote off her father’s surgery as part of my pro-bono procedures. But she knows that I ran out of funding with the last procedure I did a few months ago. She’ll ask where the money came from and... I don’t want her to be mad at me or get offended. I don’t want to lie to her.”

She let out a sigh of relief at his query, her lips curling into a smile as she realized that now what the time to continue her meddling. “Yeah, about that... I may or may not have mentioned to her that you were taking care of her parents’ medical bills.”

Bucky’s eyes grew wide when she had said that. “What? Why would you... Peggy, I told you not to-”

“She was freaking out, Bucky!” The woman cut him off. “She felt helpless, not knowing what to do. She was crying. She didn’t know what to do or how to handle her mother’s demands. I had to tell her, just to calm her down. She needed to know, Bucky, and you know that. She needs to know everything... and I mean everything.” All Peggy could do was hope that Bucky understood what she meant by that. “Please... don’t be mad at me. I know you told Steve and I that she doesn’t find out. I told Romanoff, Wilson and Parker because they’re the doctors involved in her case. But... Y/N needed to know, Bucky. She needed to know that you were the solution to her problem... because that’s exactly what you are.”

“Mrs. Y/L/N.” Peggy greeted your mother with a certain sense of fake politeness that she seemed to have mastered from her years of being a lawyer, a tight-lipped smile on her face as she motioning your mother to step inside the conference room. “Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with us.”

Just by the way she carried herself; it was easy to note that your mother was a rather cold woman. The look on her face was reason enough for the two doctors and the attorney to hope for the best yet expect the worst from this meeting. After all, this was the woman who had been intending to cause you such emotional pain and probably felt no remorse for the way she had been treating you your whole life. They knew exactly what she was capable of but they were certainly not fazed by her presence. If anything, they knew that the power to wield this woman’s will rested upon the cheque that Bucky had been holding onto. They were confident that she would certainly let them have their way; from the numbers that Becca Barnes and the hospital had provided them, they knew that she really needed the money. While obtaining their medical bills from Philadelphia had been illegal, which Peggy had to drill into Bucky’s brain upon finding out what Becca had done for him, they hoped not to bring that up to her during this conversation for whatever reason.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, I believe we’ve met briefly...” Steve shook your mother’s hand, the expression on his face a rather neutral one. He loathed this woman for being such a terrible mother, but the look on his face did not show it. After all, he needed this meeting to go well for your sake, so he was willing to be in her presence until she signed that contract. As your mentor and brotherly figure, he had come to terms with the fact that he was your only immediate family and not her. Perhaps, even Steve needed her to know that he and his wife were more of a family to you than your own mother could ever be. “I’m Dr. Rogers, Y/N’s friend and emergency contact.”

“I remember you.” Your mother gave him a nod, though she was visibly confused as to why she was even meeting with him and the woman who had claimed to be your attorney. Her sole reason for approaching you the way she had done was due to her anger towards you. After all, she felt humiliated by the way you had run away from home, the way you had gotten the police involved in order to be taken out of your home and placed in foster care. New Hope, Pennsylvania, was quite a small town. With its population of a little over twenty-five hundred townspeople, everyone did know everyone. Everyone had come to know how the Y/L/N’s had abused their only daughter, only for her to run away. News travels fast around such small towns. You had brought them shame, yet you now lived a life of a successful surgeon who earned quite a lot of money, while her and your father still remained in their small town home with no proper source of an income. She did not think you deserved any of it.

“Mrs. Y/L/N.” Bucky forced a smile on his face as he held his hand out for your mother to shake. “My name is Dr. Barnes, Y/N’s boyfriend.”

Peggy’s eyes grew wide at the fact that Bucky had introduced himself as your boyfriend. In a way, he was telling her the truth. If all things went well, she hoped that eventually he would become your boyfriend. But who would have known that this man could say such a bold faced lie and still retain his composure. If anything, she knew that this meeting would be quite the entertaining one and she was here for it.

“Boyfriend? I didn’t know that little rat had a boyfriend...” The woman was not even decent enough to take his hand once he mentioned that he was your boyfriend. After all, she firmly believed that you were not worth being loved by anyone in this world. You were a burden to her and your father, the cause of all of her problems and undeserving of even having been born into this world. But whose fault was that? “I must say, I feel sorry for you, son. She’s not fucking worth it. I know her and I know that it’s only a matter of time before she gets up and runs off. Ran off from us like the ungrateful shit she will always be. That’s all she’s ever good for. I’d warn you to get the hell away from her before she breaks your heart and runs off.”

“Why would you, Mrs. Y/L/N? It’s not really appropriate for a liver donor to be mentioning the details of her love life to her recipient’s loved ones, is it? Besides, my girlfriend is certainly not one to share such personal details to anyone other than her immediate family and close friends, which I’m afraid you’re certainly not. So, why would she even mention to you that she had a boyfriend? After all, I believe it’s none of your fucking business...” He retorted with a chuckle, the pent up anger in his chest still remaining under control even though his mind wanted nothing more than to give this woman a stern talking to. “Oh and there’s no need for you to feel sorry for me. I’m sure that I know my own girlfriend better than some woman whose husband got a piece of her liver. After all, that’s all you are right now and all you could ever fucking be. Not to mention that, even though she did save your husband’s life, you do seem to me like that ungrateful shits right now.”

If Steve could laugh and cheer on his best friend right now, he would have done just that. If he had expected this meeting to be a short-lived, cut-to-the-chase kind of transaction, he would have been wrong. He knew that there was no way Bucky could come face to face with this woman and not defend the love of his life. But he struggled to keep a straight face while Bucky dragged your mother through hell like that. Bucky was doing what he could not do and Steve was enjoying every bit of it.

To say that your mother was taken aback by his words would be an understatement. But she was certainly not fazed by his attitude. If anything, this woman was a cold hearted bitch. But what she did not know was that Bucky could be just as cold hearted when he wanted to be. “You’re right. I’m not her family. She lost the right to even call us her family when she ran away, that little rat. And now if she thinks she could just crawl back to us by being this self-sacrificing, attention seeking piece of shit, you tell her that she’s fucking wrong about that. She doesn’t deserve us.”

Both Peggy and Steve were quick to grab onto Bucky’s wrists to make sure that he did not get physical with this woman; even though she probably deserved it for the way she spoke about you. They needed Bucky to remain calm and level-headed until she signed the contract and agreed to leave you alone for good. This was not about Bucky declaring his love for you in front of your mother, but to ensure that you could be safe from all attempts of emotional extortion and be happy.

But Bucky shrugged them off before letting out a laugh that sounded almost bitter. “Oh how delusional must you be, Mrs. Y/L/N, if you think that Y/N would ever dream of coming back to you, as if you were the most perfect mother that she could have ever asked for. If she ran away from you like that all those years ago, I’m sure that she must have had a damn good reason to. I don’t know what the fuck happened back then or why she ran away, but you must have been such shitty parents if she was willing to let the whole town know that you were abusive as fuck. It takes a lot of courage to do that and I’m sure as hell glad that my girl had it in her to get the fuck away from you. I wouldn’t blame her though; she always had excellent judgement when it comes to things like this.” He noted. “Though you’re right about one thing though, she doesn’t deserve you. She deserves better. She deserves so much better than you and your husband’s abusive, selfish, manipulative shit show that you call family. You think you’re her family? That’s the biggest load of bullshit that I’ve ever heard. Family doesn’t treat you any less, make you feel worthless... Family doesn’t cause you pain or make you want to run away. Family doesn’t blame... or shame. Family doesn’t love with stupid, pointless conditions. Look around you, Mrs. Y/L/N, because... we are her fucking family. Not you.” Letting go of Steve and Peggy, he took a step towards your mother. “You have no fucking right to call yourself her family when you tracked her down to this hospital and deliberately tried to extort money from her.”

Your mother was wavering at his words and he knew that. “Don’t you dare speak to me like that!”

“What?! Did you really think that no one knew about your oh so elaborate plan to tie Y/N down and emotionally manipulate her into paying you a shit ton of money?!” Bucky asked as his lips curled into a smirk. “We’re not idiots, Mrs. Y/L/N. Y/N left your asses in New Hope years ago and you two show up here in Brooklyn just as your husband’s liver ‘s about to fail? Did you really think we’d be dumb enough to think that it’s a fucking coincidence?! Y/N may not have been suspicious because you were biologically her parents, but I had my suspicions. I’m sorry to tell you this, ma’am... but there are a hell of a lot of people in this god damn hospital who actually give a shit about her and her well-being and we’re not letting you and your husband get away with trying to emotionally manipulate her. All it took was one damn phone call to the doctor who referred you over to us and he said you asked specifically to be here.” It was true. Becca had been in contact with the doctor who had referred your father over to Natasha, on your mother’s request apparently. “Now that makes me wonder why... because it doesn’t take that long to look Y/N up on Google to know that she works here. Believe me, I would know. I’ve Googled my name a few times to see what comes up.”

Peggy could have sworn that the color had drained from your mother’s face. She turned over to look at her husband with wide eyes, unable to even comprehend that Bucky was really giving her a piece of his mind. If she could, she would talk a hell of a lot more than what he was saying. But she let Bucky take the wheel on this, because the fact that these words came out of his mouth made everything a thousand times better.

“Y-You can’t... prove that.”

“You’re right, I can’t prove that. But what I can prove is that you and your husband owe a hell of a lot of money in medical bills that you can’t afford.” Bucky reminded her, his smirk not leaving his face. “I would ask you how you were planning to pay them off but I think we all know the answer to that, don’t we? We all know what you did and we’re certainly not that happy about it. You have no fucking right to ask Y/N to pay you off. She doesn’t owe you shit for the way you’ve abused her for years. Running away from you was the best thing that could have happened to her... do you really think that she’d want to crawl back to you?!”

“She’s my daughter. She clearly wanted to help us. That was exactly why I asked her for the money.” Your mother said, rather confidently. Even she knew that it was that easy to take advantage of your kind heart. It would have been that easy for her though, had Bucky not got in the way of that. Had you been left alone to your own thoughts, you certainly would have caved in to your mother’s demands. But your friends made sure that it did not get to that point.

“Oh... so now you call her your daughter?” He asked her as he let out a laugh, shaking his head. “So, when you need something from her, she’s your daughter. But when you don’t need her, she’s anything but... do you even realize how fucked up you are?!”

“Bucky!”

James Barnes held his hand up to silence his friend, his gaze not leaving the woman who gave birth to you. “You don’t own Y/N, Mrs. Y/L/N. You may have abused her and manipulated her while she was your child but she’s not a child anymore. She ran off and grew the fuck up. She became a much better person than you could have ever raised her to be and you deserve no fucking credit for what she’s done with her life! She’s not giving you any money.”

“You can’t decide that-”

“Actually, I can!” Bucky cut her off. “And I’m telling you. She’s not giving you a single penny from her hard earned money and I’ll fucking make sure of it, if it’s the last thing I do. She��s already given your husband a piece of her fucking liver and that’s all you’re ever going to get from her!”

Your mother was disappointed that her plan hadn’t worked. She had been rather confident that you would cave in and pay them off. She thought she had the leverage to get you to provide them a luxurious life, the life that she believed you owed them, your own parents. “Then what the hell am I supposed to do with my husband? We’ll end up on the streets...”

“Then so be it. You drove Y/N to the streets too, didn’t you? Why wouldn’t she just do the same to you when she has the chance?” Bucky asked her. Even though he knew that your heart would never dare to wish something so harsh upon your parents, just mentioning it to your mother brought him a sense of satisfaction.

Your mother’s heart sank at Bucky’s words. Had she been wrong about you? Had your heart been so full of vengeance that you had decided not to pay off their medical bills? Did you really want them to end up on the streets? She found that hard to believe, but you were her daughter after all. Surely, you would have inherited some of her qualities.

“God, I wish Y/N would have done that to you heartless monsters. You fucking deserve it. But she’s a hell of a lot better than that.” He noted, biting down on his bottom lip as he held up his cheque. “You want your daughter to pay off those medical bills? That’s fine... but you’re not getting all that money that easily, Mrs. Y/L/N. There’s no way in hell I’m letting that happen. I love Y/N and I love her more than you could ever love her. So if it means that I have to pay your asses off myself, then so be it.” Looking over at Peggy, Bucky gave her a nod. “I’m offering you triple the amount you owe here and a monthly allowance for as long as you and your husband are alive. Let’s just say that Y/N wants her parents to be well taken care of. So if you agree to my terms, the money is all yours.”

The attorney walked around the table to grab to where she had left the envelope that held the contract that she had drafted rather carefully. “Why don’t you have a seat, Mrs. Y/L/N?” She stated with a smirk, taking a seat as her husband walked over to sit next to her. Let’s have a chat like grown-ups for a change.”

As per Peggy’s instructions, Natasha Romanoff found herself never leaving your bedside while she waited for the moment of truth. She was well aware that the attorney had left you in your hospital room to take care of business and she was not planning on leaving you cooped up in your own thoughts until she knew that she could. She could only leave if Bucky showed up. Peggy had told her not to leave you unless she was leaving you alone with Bucky, so all she could do was hope that Bucky would eventually find himself walking into your room once your mother had signed his contract and accepted his payment.

Nat’s hand never left yours as she sat down on the chair next to your bed, her eyes darting to the door every now and then as she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. To say that she was beyond anxious about what’s to come would be an understatement. What if Bucky had chickened out of this perfect opportunity to confess his true feelings? After her last conversation with him, she knew that there was potential that Bucky would back down from realizing his feelings for you. But she knew how much you needed him right now. You had said so yourself. Hopefully, he knew that too.

The Russian surgeon’s sweaty palm against yours had made you wake up from your short nap. You found yourself rubbing your eyes with your free hand as you looked over at the redhead. “Nat...” You licked your chapped lips as you reached over to grab your plastic cup of water in front of you and took a sip. The dry mouth was the worst part of being in post-op, something that you were hoping that you would be able to get rid of once you were allowed to eat some solid foods. Technically, at this point in recovery, you should have been cleared for solids as your intestines may have started working again. But with your unfortunate accident, that step was delayed by a few days.

“Hey...” The woman perked up as she heard your voice, her soft pink lips curling into a smile as she looked up at you. You could see just how heavy her eyes were. She had worked a full shift, which had ended a few hours ago. Just like Bucky and Steve had spent their time off by your bedside, Natasha was also here for you. It was not like she had anyone to go home to anyways. You knew that she had a younger sister, Yelena, who had recently gone off to college. The empty nest syndrome had hit her quite extensively, so she found herself spending more time at the hospital than she used to. “Are you okay, sweetheart? How’s the pain?”

You gave her a weak smile as she let go of your hand. “Better...” You told her but it may have been the first time you had meant it. “I’m feeling much better, Nat.”

She gave you a nod as she stood up from her seat, reaching over to pull you into another gentle embrace. She was still careful not to mess with the wires that were attached to your body and you wondered how long you had to wait until they could come off. After all, you needed some sort of normalcy. “That’s good. The sutures are still holding. If you’re not in that much pain, we can take those drainage tubes out and switch you to a solid diet.”

“That may be the best news that I’ve heard in a while, Nat. I’ve got to admit that being on the receiving end of surgeries is not that fun. Post-op life is awful.” You let out a sigh of relief at her words, your arms wrapped slightly around her as she continued to hold you. You knew that Natasha was not a hugger like Wanda, but she had certainly taken to giving you the best hugs you could have asked for. You needed them, after all. You had always been touch deprived for as long as you could remember. “You know, I never got to say... thank you, for everything you’ve done in the last couple of weeks.”

“We can only hope that you get more good news soon, Y/N.” She said rather hopefully as she pulled back from the hug. “You don’t have to thank me for anything. I was only doing my job. If anyone should be thankful, it should be me. Thank you for trusting me with your life. It meant a lot to me that you were able to see me as a good surgeon, even if you couldn’t see me as your friend back then.”

You let out a content sigh as you reached for her hand once more. “You’re a good friend, Nat.” Grabbing a hold of her hand, you could not help but let out a chuckle. “Hey, your palm’s really sweaty. Are you okay?”

“Oh... yeah, I’m fine.” She replied with a nervous chuckle. “It’s just... it’s nothing.” Rubbing her hands together, she grinned widely at you. “If you continue recovering at this rate, I might even discharge you by the end of next week. Wanda’s taken it upon herself to make a schedule of who gets to watch you when you’re home for the next two months. She’s taken down everyone’s work schedules and she’s working out a plan to make sure at least one of us can be there with you when we’re not working.”

You let out a soft laugh as you shook your head. “Leave it to Wanda for being such a planner.” You noted. The old you would have argued with her, saying how you did not need anyone to watch over you while you were in bed rest. You would have claimed that you could get by on your own and you would have been so wrong about that. But now, you had learned to accept whatever your friends had to offer you. These were your friends, your real friends, the ones who were in it for life. They were going to be a part of your life forever.

The sound of Dr. James Barnes’ tennis shoes squeaking against the tiled floors of the hospital made Natasha turn over to the door and sigh in relief. “Barnes.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you turned towards the door to see the man whom you had been longing to see. You took in the sight of him, for he looked like a breath of fresh air. His familiar navy blue scrubs and black tennis shoes reminded you of the night when you had first met, his advice to you and the reassurance that keep with it. This hospital was where you belonged. His silky long hair parted in the middle, the same way it had been the night he had walked into your clinic to apologize to you after a minor misunderstanding. He had given you that much respect and courtesy, which you could never forget. His icy blue eyes, they were so easy to get lost in, but for the first time in years you had finally noticed just how full of love they were. This was the man who taught you what it meant to be better. This was the man who taught you what it meant to be loved.

Natasha smiled at him before turning over to look at you, taking her cue to leave. “I should get going, Y/N. I’ll see you during rounds tomorrow.” Leaning over to gently stroke your hair, she placed a friendly kiss on the top of your forehead. “You keep those sutures in place until I get back, you hear me? Pull anything funny on me and you won’t hear the end of it.”

You let out a laugh as you turned back to her. “You got it, doc. Drive safely and call me when you get home, please? Just so that I know that you got home safely.”

“Sure, but don’t try to miss me too much.” She gave you a thumbs up as she grabbed her belongings and made her way towards the door. When she reached Bucky, she gave him a warm smile before pulling him into a hug. “Goodnight, Bucky.” She told him before lowering her voice. “If you dare to chicken out right now, I’ll fucking murder you...” With that warning, she kissed him on the cheek and pulled back from the hug, only to make her way over to the doctors’ lounge where the rest of her friends were waiting.

Bucky let out a chuckle as Natasha walked away, his gaze turning back to the woman he loved. “According to my photographic memory, I’m pretty sure that Antonio’s contract with Shylock didn’t mention any jot of blood...” He trailed off as he walked around your bed. “He just offered a pound of his flesh.”

“Need I remind you, Dr. Barnes, that the reason why Shylock couldn’t get what he wanted at the end of that play... was because there was no way one could even cut out a piece of flesh without spilling some blood. You can’t have one without the other. That’s why Portia, in disguise as Balthazar, tricked him in court like that.” You told him as you laughed softly at his reference to The Merchant of Venice. “But you’re right. The contract didn’t mention any jot of blood. That’s why Shylock couldn’t get a pound of Antonio’s flesh and in the end; he lost all of his wealth.”

“Even after Bassanio’s offer to pay him three times the bond that Antonio owed him.” He added, biting down on his bottom lip as he sat at the edge of your bed, setting down the envelope that he had been holding onto.

“Antonio had good friends...” You noted with a smile, your hand reaching over to take his. “And Antonio was a good friend. That’s why he was willing to put down a pound of his own flesh down on that contract in exchange for that bond.”

“Speaking of contracts...” He let out a sigh as he picked up the envelope and handed it over to you. “I took care of your mother, handled your father’s medical bills here and also whatever outstanding medical bills they had back home. I can imagine how awful it must have been for you, when she had asked you to pay them off like that. When Steve told me that you pulled a suture, I... I’m sorry about what happened, Y/N. I shouldn’t have left you. Maybe if I had stayed with you, she wouldn’t have come in here and talked to you like that.”

You could see the look of guilt in his eyes and it pained you to know that he blamed himself for what had happened to you. “James, no... it wasn’t your fault. I was a fucking idiot, not being careful with my sutures and jerking to the side. Of course, it came off. It was my fault.”

Bucky could not help but crack a smile at your words. “You’re such a drama queen, Y/N. If you really wanted to live like you’re in the Merchant of Venice, all you had to do was hop on a plane.”

“Well, what can I say... I liked having ‘Dr. Long Hair Don’t Care’ at my beck and call for an entire day.” You shot him a cheeky wink as you looked down at the envelope that he had handed you, an exasperated sigh escaping your lips as you dumped the contents of it onto your lap. You picked up the contract that your mother had signed, agreeing to cut all ties with you in return for Bucky’s payment. “Wow... she really signed this?” You asked him as you looked up to meet his eyes, a hint of disbelief evident in your voice.

Bucky gave you a nod. “I’m sorry, I... didn’t meant to... take away the only family that you had. I just wanted to protect you from-”

“No, I get it, James.” You cut him off as you gave him a genuine nod. “If she could even try to extort money from me when I was high on pain meds, God knows what she could do when I wasn’t. It would have been a never ending circle of me being an idiot and her taking advantage of that. You put an end to it, so... thank you for that.” Your lips curled into a smile as you continued to hold onto his hand, not wanting to let go. “My only concern is that... did she even hesitate to sign it?”

He did not want to let go either. He let out a sigh as he scooted closer towards you. “No, she... signed right away. She agreed to the terms and... took the payment.” He did not see a point in lying to you anymore, or hiding the truth for that matter. He knew that you needed to know everything and he was going to tell you everything.

You let out another sigh as you felt your eyes glaze over with salty tears. “So, my mother... had no second thoughts about letting go of the one and only daughter that she had... in exchange for money? So what? As of today, I don’t have a mom... or a dad? Not that I ever did, I didn’t have a mom when I really needed one...” And so, you opened up the part of you that you had always kept closed, the memories of that dreadful night flooding back to you as you finally let him in on your tragic past. “When I was little, my father used to say that I was the best thing that had ever happened to him... that I was his angel, his lucky charm. He used to say that his business picked up after I was born. He was... my dad. I think I was six or seven when my parents went bankrupt. I didn’t even know what it meant back then. All I knew was that dad was no longer going to work and mom got a job at the motel where all the tourists came to stay.” You reached over to wipe away your tears with your free hand. “Things changed after that. My dad started to hate me. He blamed me for everything that’s been happening to our family. I didn’t know what I had done wrong but... my dad didn’t love me anymore.”

Bucky let out a sigh as he scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm gently around you as he let you lay your head against his shoulder. “I mean... I knew about that.” He admitted. “I got my PI sister to look into your parents because I got a little suspicious about their intentions. I wanted to make sure that they weren’t after your money and I was right about it.”

You let your head rest against his shoulder, not even paying attention to what he had just told you. It was not that important. All that mattered to you was that he was here and you were safe. “He started drinking a lot. My mother took me to school when she went off to work and I got picked up by the neighbors because she worked late. I would get home to an empty house, get started on dinner and wait for my drunken father to get home. I always did what they asked me to do, kept the house clean and tidy, cooked and put food on the table every night, finished my homework while I waited for him. He got home in time for dinner, didn’t always eat the food but... he always...” You bit down on your bottom lip as the tears continued to stream down your face, not knowing how to say this. “He started hurting me.”

Bucky clenched his fist as your words, the thought of your childhood self being physically abused crushing his heart in an instant. His blood was starting to boil but he held onto you, never wanting to let go. He knew how much you needed him right now.

“There were nights when I would... set the table, eat quickly, do all of my homework and hide in my bedroom until the next morning. I tried to stay out of his sight so that he wouldn’t hurt me, scared... absolutely paranoid. My mother never knew because she was always at work. She didn’t get home until like... really late at night. But after a few years, it got too much... I couldn’t keep doing it, James. I was scared and hurting and... all I wanted was for someone to just... not hurt me, hold me, tell me that things are going to get better.” Sniffling away your tears, you looked up at him for a moment. “I put up with it all for a few years before I decided that I was done with it all. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed my mother to know what was happening while she wasn’t home. It was the night before Valentine’s Day... when I was in my junior year of high school. My mother was home that night because she got the day off. The motel usually gets booked up on Valentine’s Day so they gave her a day off. I got home from school and... I went up to her... gathered up all of my courage and told her what was going on. I think I was expecting her to be furious with my father, to... be my mother, get me the help that I desperately needed. But she... she started... she didn’t believe me and she...” You broke into a sob against his shoulder, your tears staining through his scrub shirt. But either of you could care less about that. “She couldn’t... she couldn’t do what moms are supposed to do. She couldn’t hold me or tell me any comforting words. She couldn’t... I thought she would at least act like my mother for once but she...”

Bucky let out a sigh as he shut his eyes, letting the tears stream down his face as he continued to hold onto you. His hand gently stroked through your hair, his touch a soothing one that filled you with warmth. In his arm, you felt safe, for you were finally free from your dreadful past. Your life was now better, all thanks to him. “You... you ran away that night, didn’t you?” He asked you, and you could hear his voice breaking as he spoke. You knew that at that moment, what he felt for you was not pity. It was something much more than that. It was empathy. It was care. It was love.

You nodded your head as you recalled the events that followed your mother’s outburst. “My mother was in the kitchen, making dinner for my father for when he comes home. I hopped in the shower because... I wanted to cry, I wanted to cry so badly. I don’t know where I heard this but... someone had once told me that the best place to cry was the shower. No one would hear you over the running water and if anyone walked in on you crying, they wouldn’t know that you were crying because they can’t see tell the difference between your tears or the running water. I just wanted to cry... but I didn’t want to face whatever would have happened when my father got home and my mother told him what I told her. I was done with it all but how long could I just stay in the shower? I knew I had to get out of there, at that very moment. I hopped out of the shower but I left the water running, threw on whatever clothes I could find... a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. It was snowing so much. I’m pretty sure it was a blizzard or something but I didn’t care. At that point, I would rather freeze to death than stay with them. I’d left jacket and my boots by the front door so... I couldn’t go and grab them. I didn’t want my mother to hear me. All I had on my feet were shower flip flops. I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t pack a bag or anything. I just grabbed a handful of cash that I had been saving up. Where was I going? What was I going to do? How was I going to manage anything? I didn’t care... I just needed to get out of there and everything would be better.” You pulled back from his embrace for a moment, wiping away your tears as you noticed that James was also in tears. Seeing his face made you pull him back into a hug and you let out a sigh. “I opened my bedroom window, jumped out... slid down the roof really and managed to land in a mound of snow. My flip flops fell off of my feet and I couldn’t see where they landed. I was running around... bare feet. It was cold, James. It was really cold. I could feel the snow crunching against my feet but I managed to grab my flip flops. My feet were numb, I couldn’t even stand. My hair was still wet; it just froze up in a few seconds. Before I could even think twice about what I was doing, I ran. I ran as fast as my feet could take me and my flip flops kept coming off. I didn’t care. I didn’t know where to go at first... but the only place I knew to go was my school. It took me a half hour to get there. It had always been my safe place. It was the day before Valentine’s Day, a Thursday. It was the night before the school dance and they were setting up for it. I managed to sneak inside when some people were trying to move some sound equipment into the gym. I went straight into the girls’ bathroom, locked myself in a stall and cried. I was freezing, I couldn’t breathe, my hair was frozen, I was pretty sure I was going to get frostbites... I was terrified, James. I didn’t know if I could even make it through the night. I didn’t know if my mother had figured out that I ran away. What if she saw that I left my window open, what if she saw my footsteps in the snow and followed me here. I was so scared. I felt so alone and lost. At that moment, I thought that I had no one in this world to call myself my family. I had nobody.”

Bucky wanted to tell you that you had him now. Everything was going to get better. But he could not get himself to speak, for he was still processing what you had just told him. He pulled back from the hug to wipe away his tears, his hands clutching onto yours as though he wanted to massage some warmth into them. Your hands were not cold at that moment. They were sweaty. You were safe. But he could not believe how much those hands had been through, what they had to survive in order to get where they were.

“One of my teachers who happened to be helping set up for the dance... she found me. When I told her what happened, she just took me back to her house. Let me warm up and she let me spend the night at her place. She took me to the sheriff’s office the next morning and... I’ve been alone since then, James. Never got back what I lost that night, no family, no friends... no sense of being loved or belonging. I lost it all that night... in that snowy... winter night.” Your lips curled into a weak smile as you leaned over to cup his cheeks. “And I found what I lost years ago... on another snowy wintry night, but this time in Brooklyn. My feet were crunching against the snow but I was wearing my boots. I wasn’t freezing, I had my coat on. I wasn’t lost, I had a destination and it was home. And I wasn’t alone... I was with you. I was with you, James. You valued me enough to come looking for me, find me and... give me that respect. You told me that I was capable of being much better than what life had to offer me and... You are so much better than everything that life’s had to offer me, James... because on another winter night, I got back everything I lost. And it was all because of you.”

“Goodnight, Dr. Barnes.” You gave him a wave as you began to walk into the diner, stopping in front of the door before turning around to look at him. “Hey… James?”

He had turned around to cross the street once he waved you goodbye when you had called out to him. At first he was a little startled that you had referred to him by his first name, as you had never done that before. Besides, no one else other than his parents had called James. “Yes?”

“Thank you.” You told him as you gave him a genuine smile.

He nodded, smiling brightly as he ran his hand through his hair. And it was at that moment on that cold winter night did Y/N Y/L/N manage to thaw out the cold dead heart of James Buchanan Barnes. But what he did not realize that night was that he had managed to thaw her out too.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.” Bucky finally said the words that he had been holding onto for years, his hands placed on top of yours as he tilted his head down so that your foreheads could touch. “I’ve loved you ever since that snowy night, when you called me by my name and thawed out my cold head heart with a single smile. I’ve loved you ever since I realized that you were a much better doctor and a much better human being than I could ever be. I’ve loved you because you never let life get the worst of you. You always made things better for yourself and everyone around you. You made me better, you make me better.” The never ending tears continued to stream down his face as he finally confessed his true feelings. “I love when you care for everyone around you. I love that you’re selfless. I love that no matter how bad life had treated you, you never gave up. I love that you always thrived to be better. I love how much you care about your patients. I love how you treat the hospital staff as equals. I love you for who you are, because you are worthy of being loved. Even if you’ve never been loved by anyone in your whole damn life, even if you think that you don’t deserve to be loved, I want you to know this. You are loved, Y/N. You are loved so fucking much, by your James.”

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5 times you infuriated me and 1 time you made it okay

A/N: okay so the 5 times concept is something i enjoy writing very much, however i am aware that in this piece in particular, a lot of the ideas are underdeveloped and probably especially dont make sense with the ending when you look at the relationship, but please keep in mind that this ‘5 times’ theme i chose focuses on those kinds of incidents so there are a lot of other times in between (and i dont have the time or energy to turn this into a super long fic but perhaps one day.. ) so this is what happened!

Warnings: mentions of torture (like in the 7th when Bellatrix takes to Hermione)

Tags: @expellimarvelous and for some reason my hp taglist got lost so let me know if you’d like to be added!

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I. Bad Start to the Sixth Year

Your sixth year at Hogwarts seems to be off to a good start as you laugh and snack on sweets with two of your three your best friends on Hogwarts Express. Or at least it seemed like it was off to a good start until the train arrives at the station, and Harry is nowhere to be found.

Waving off Ron and Hermione with a promise to catch up, you insist on going to look for him by yourself. Your search leads you all the way to the other side of the strain where the blinds are conveniently drawn. You can hear a voice muffled through the closed door, and you become filled with dread when you identify who it belongs to.

Sliding the door open a crack, you see a familiar head of slicked-back platinum hair. You aren’t able to make out what he says, but you do see him bring down a foot to meet Harry’s nose.

“Malfoy, what the fuck?!” you burst out, causing the Slytherin boy to jump in surprise.

“Y-Y/N- I-I—”

“I don’t know what the bloody hell you think you’re getting away with, but you better get the fuck off this train before I curse you,” you snarl, shoving him aside to get to Harry. Seeing that he’s been petrified, you take your wand out of your jacket pocket and mutter, “finite,” to which your friend thankfully wakes up, blinking a few times. He doesn’t move much, as he tries to regain control of his muscles, and you insist he takes a moment to do so.

Throughout this, Draco has gone so quiet you think he might have actually left, but when you turn your head to meet his stormy eyes, you’re filled with rage, once again.

“What the fuck are you still doing here?! Get out!”

“But Y/N, I-I'm—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” you say in a lower tone as you tend to your friend, not even sparing him another glance.

Why is it that just when you think there might be a redeemable quality buried deep in Draco Malfoy, he always does something that proves otherwise?

II. Welcome to the Slugclub

“Okay, okay! I was gate-crashing! Happy?” He admits, trying to shake off Filch’s grasp on his jacket.

His eyes that used to be sharp and bright, have recently become sullen. They lock with yours for a solid moment before he’s ushered out by Snape.

Your eyes linger on his figure as he’s led away from the party— probably longer than they should have, but you can’t help noticing how thin he’s become. You’ve barely seen him all year, despite having a few classes together. He was never that hefty to begin with, but it looks like he hasn’t eaten or slept in ages. Other than his usual perfectly tailored wardrobe, he now wears dark circles under his eyes, and it’s impossible not to notice how the contours of his face have become that much sharper and his already pale skin has adopted a sickly pigmentation.

You and Harry follow the pair out, but for different reasons. You know that Harry wouldn’t be happy about yours because of his suspicions, but Draco looks like he’s crumbling under stress.

Eavesdropping only proves Harry’s doubts about Malfoy, and he then decides to rejoin the party as to not get caught by Snape, but you hang back, telling him you need to go to the loo.

You wait in the shadows until you hear Snape’s steps scurry away before approaching Malfoy who stays behind, sitting on a ledge. A half-smirk appears on his face upon noticing you like he’s been gathering an arsenal of insults to shoot at you, but really, under the snide mask, he marvels at how lovely you look tonight.

“Straying from your date with Potter?” he spits out Harry’s name like it’s revolting to have on his tongue. “Wouldn’t want anyone to think Potter’s lady is ditching him in favour of a more refined pureblood—”

“He’s one of my best friends!” You roll your eyes and flail your hands up in exasperation. “And how is the nature of our relationship any of your business?!”

He snorts, leaning his back on the walk behind him and crosses his arms over his chest nonchalantly.

“You know, I came out here to check and make sure you were okay!” You shout at him hands coming up to furiously push your hair back. “I can’t believe that for a second I thought that— no- but you—”

“You thought what?” His voice has become softer, hard exterior starting to peel away in your presence. He stands from his seat, mild concern washing over his features.

You shake your head, looking anywhere but at him. “N-Nothing—”

“Tell me,” his hands place themselves on your biceps, long fingers curling around your arms gently.

You fall victim to his intense gaze, getting lost in the grey seas of his irises. His features aren’t as hard as they usually are and the grasp he has on you is delicate; like he’s afraid to hurt you and you almost feel like you can let your guard down. Almost.

“Is it true?” you ask him, diverging from the subject and he raises an eyebrow in response. “Did you hex Katie Bell?”

He opens his mouth, and then closes it without a word when he realizes he has nothing to answer to that and you’re the only person he can’t lie to. That’s enough of a confirmation for you. You let out a breath of disbelief and he starts to panic, because contrary to the backwards dynamic the two of you share, part of him does care what you think. “Y/N- p-please listen—”

All emotion leaves your voice as you tell him, “Just leave me alone, Malfoy.”

You shrug him off, and spin on your heel, breaking the eye contact. Walking down the hall, you leave him there to bask in the silence and his dark thoughts.

III. Hair Like You

You’re already teeming with rage as you scour the castle for Ron, who slipped you one of Fred and George’s prank snacks that ended up changing your hair color. Running into Draco Malfoy, of all people, really puts the cherry on top of the shit sundae.

To make things worse, it looks as though he’s going out of his way to get to you when he spots you from across the courtyard. At first he squints, not fully sure if it’s you with the new physical change, and then tails you down two hallways, not giving a single damn how creepy he may look.

“What do you want, Malfoy—”

“It seems like you’re more obsessed with me than I had originally thought,” he snickers, catching up with your quickened pace.

That’s when it hits you, and you instantly halt, causing him to smack into your back. Spinning around to face him, your eyes widen in horror as you take in the familiar platinum blonde hair— the same shade you saw in the mirror earlier.

“That’s just great!” You throw your hands up dramatically. “Now I look like you!”

“Please, don’t flatter yourself—”

“Oh, sod off, Malfoy!”

“You know, it really doesn’t look that bad. Maybe you’re starting to have better taste.”

Despite knowing full well that that was Malfoy speak for a compliment, you’re in no mood for it. “Oh, well I’m so glad that the Slytherin prince thinks me, a lowly commoner, 'doesn’t look that bad’ just fu—”

“No! No! No! Y/N! I didn’t mean—”

“—ck off! Because on top of looking like the most insufferable git in the entire school what I really wanted was to receive a backhanded compliment—” And just then, you spot the familiar redhead with bad influences for older brothers from across the hall who you’re even more pissed off at than Malfoy.

“I don’t have time for this,” is all you say as you bolt down the hall towards Ron, screaming, “YOU’RE DEAD, WEASLEY!”

IV. Held Hostage

Hermione’s screams are enough to make you feel like you’re being gutted, and when Bellatrix takes her knife to your arm, you’re absolutely terrified. At least this means your best friend has a break from her torture. In the meantime, you nearly bite through your cheek to hold in your own screams whilst the saddistic woman spells out the hateful term that’s been thrown at you your whole life, carving it into your flesh.

After what feels like hours, the death eater sits back up, admiring the her work with a sickening grin on her face, and you want nothing more than to smack it off. Or at least you would if you didn’t feel like you’ve been drained. What you do feel is defiled; like your own skin is no longer yours, and the blood that runs through your veins doesn’t belong to you.

And Draco Malfoy has been standing on the other end of the room this whole time whilst his barbaric aunt tries to get information out of you.

The rest of what happens is experienced through the blur of hopeless tears your eyes are clouded with, until Harry picks you up off the floor after Bellatrix had pushed you and Hermione to save herself from the falling chandelier. A certain fire surges through you as you regain full consciousness.

You see Harry and Draco fight over his wand, and instinct kicks in as you lunge forward, efficiently tackling the latter to the ground. Snatching the wand out of his hand, you throw it to Harry. The blonde boy’s struggles are weak under your weight, almost half-assed as you feel the tension start to leave his muscles.

“Why?!” you shout in his face, grabbing him by the collar to keep him down. Tears well your eyes, but your gaze pierces through him nonetheless. The feelings of helplessness and emptiness are long gone as angry tracks burn down your cheeks. “Why—”

“Y/N!” Harry scoops you off him in one swift motion, pulling you to where your allies have regrouped. “This isn’t the time- w-we have to get out of here!”

You don’t say another word, and your infuriated eyes target the conflict and fear that resides in Draco’s. He’s left with the image of your anguish and fury engrained in his mind long after you disapparate.

V. Crossing Over

The Dark Lord himself beckoned him, and for a second you thought he might resist, but then his mother called him, extending her hand for him to come to her, and you saw him break.

“No!” You cry out as he starts to take hesitant steps towards the death eaters. “Draco, don’t do this!” His already shaky demeanor falters for a moment at the sound of his first name falling from your lips. “You have a choice.”

Steeling his nerves, he doesn’t allow himself to look back, because he would surely crumble under the weight of your gaze and the pain etched into your features. He continues forward, into the arms of a proud tyrant, and you swear your heart drops out of your chest.

Then, the whole scene with Neville’s heroic spirit ensues and you feel the fire within you flare up again when Harry tumbles out of Hagrid’s arms. Death Eaters that have been backing Voldemort start to disappear, leaving an unevenly distributed cloud of darkness.

Everyone else starts to retreat to the castle to regroup and fight as one, but you chase after the fleeing Malfoy family. It’s as though you have no control as your legs move under you on autopilot and as fast as they can go.

You’ve almost caught up to the trio on the bridge and can no longer help yourself.

“Coward!” You yell, trying your best not to let your voice crack, with no avail. It’s all you can do to keep the tears from spilling freely. Draco meets your eyes with his own that portray a boy who is terrified out of his mind, but you’re relentless. The truth isn’t always easy. “You’re a bloody coward, Malfoy!”

Avoiding your fiery gaze, he turns into his mother’s comfort. Not once do his eyes meet yours again before he disappears in a whisp of black smoke.

What you feel is rage, but with that rage comes with an added indescribable pain and disappointment.

+ Midsummer Night’s Dream

The next time you see the infamous Draco Malfoy is just over a year since he disapparated in a whisp of black smoke. Little do you know, immediately after apparating, the boy fell to his knees in the arms of his mother. He broke that day, and hasn’t been able to put himself back together since, contrary to the proud Malfoy mask he wears out in public. He hides behind crisp suits and perfectly-coiffed platinum locks. It’s enough to have anyone who reads the Daily Prophet fooled about how the heir carries onto a successful path despite everything that has happened.

But not you. He never could fool you of anything, really. So when you and your friends spot him taking a seat alone at the Three Broomsticks you know something’s up, because a refined Malfoy doesn’t just hang out amongst mere commoners like that.

“What is he doing here?” Ron spits out, red fury already starting at the tips of his ears and seething from his narrowed eyes.

As if on cue, Draco’s eyes lift from his glass to meet yours.

Hermione sends you a sympathetic smile before mumbling calming words to her boyfriend. The Malfoys and Weasleys always did get each other riled up.

Harry, who sits beside you, gives you a gentle nudge with his shoulder to get your attention and you can immediately read his expression. He can read yours just as easily and can see that you’re starting to get anxious. “Y/N…”

“Harry, it’s okay,” you simper, standing slowly from your seat. “I’ve got this.”

He casts a glance towards the blond across the room before his eyes come back meet yours, sending you a look as though to ask if you’re sure. You give him a nod and he sends you off with a comforting squeeze of your hand.

As you make your way to the table for one, you’re so focused on slowing your heart rate that you’ve arrived at your destination before you know it, seeing the shiny black dress shoes in contrast to the uneven wood panels of the pub’s floor. When you lift your gaze, it’s then that you realize he’s been staring at you the whole time.

“Malfoy.”

“Y/N.”

The sound of your first name rolling off his tongue lights something inside you— and it’s not pretty.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, your voice is steady, but with a strong undertone of something darker. Like the calm before a storm.

“Can’t a man enjoy a butterbeer on his own?” Despite him being absolutely terrified of you, he somehow manages to exude a certain lightness. You look at his untouched pint and raise an eyebrow and he knows you aren’t in the mood for small talk.

“Cut the shit, Malfoy.”

Recognizing the beginnings of anger in your tone, he stands as smoothly as he can manage and gestures towards the door. The last thing he wants is for you to snap because he knows very well what it’s like to be on the receiving end of your fury.

He follows closely behind as you lead him out into the dim lighting of Hogsmead. The summer air doesn’t feel as heavy as it has for the last week, and the sky proudly shows off the twinkling stars. It would be a perfect night if not for your circumstances.

You stop in your tracks and spin to face him so briskly, your forehead almost hits his chin. “You have one minute to talk before I hex you where you stand.”

“You always did excel in hexes and jinxes—”

“Fifty-five seconds, Malfoy.”

“Uh- erm- o-okay—”

You have about zero patience left. The anger thats been quietly bubbling for the last year has been on the brim of overflowing the second he walked in tonight, but so has all the pain and sadness you’ve kept locked up all this time. “You’re wasting my time.” You prepare to stalk off, but a firm hand pulls you back by your elbow, and for the the first time since the war, your face with Draco Malfoy. It’s the first time tonight that you can really see him. He looks worse than ever.

The silver pools that once resided in his irises look like shells of what they once were. And he sure felt that way, until he saw you. That’s when he realizes how empty he always is until he’s around you. My, how he took that for granted all these years.

Trying your very best, you fight against the urge to give into the part of you who still cares for him and wants to know the last time he had a good night’s sleep. You also try to fight against the water accumulation behind your eyelids, but it only makes it worse.

“What?! What do you want, Draco?!”

The use of his first name is the only sign he needs to be brave for once. Without further hesitation, he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. Once over the initial shock, you give in for only a half second before you come to your senses and push him back, both hands planted firmly on his chest.

“What the bloody hell are you playing at?!”

“I-I- Y/N, I-I’m so—” Right then, is one of the few times you see what he’s really feeling on the inside be expressed on the outside. “I-I just-I thought—”

“You- you thought what?! We’d ride off into the sunset on the back of a unicorn and live happily ever after?!” You don’t care how frantic you look right now. You don’t care that the midsummer night wind is whipping your hair into complete and utter chaos. And you definitely don’t give a single fuck about how the drunk people stumbling by you giggle uncontrollably. You pause for a moment as you wait for them to be out of earshot, and once they are, you let out a frustrated breath and resume. “Did you honestly believe that you could kiss me, and then everything— all of the absolute shite of a mess would just go away?!”

His gaze drops to the ground that his shiny dress shoes stand on, with a few platinum strands that fall from their place. Those are the only visible signs of something amiss with the well-dressed man. But you see something else cloud his features: shame. The last time you saw that, which was also the last time you saw him, he left. He always left you while you were angry, enraged, and never stuck around to face the truth.

Draco Malfoy decides that this time is going to be different.

He has felt as empty as his eyes appeared for months, but when his gaze rolls back up to meet yours, you see the grey storms you saw when you first met him. Sure, they were masked by an outer shell that was brimming with entitlement, but they have now what they had then. Purpose.

“Y/N,” His hands twitch as he fights the urge to reach out for yours, deciding against it in favour of using two words you’ve been waiting to hear. “I’m sorry.” You soften, releasing the tension you didn’t realize you carried in your shoulders. The angry tears that stung the backs of your eyes melt to something peaceful as they escape their ducts. “I’m sorry for everything I put you through. I know I don’t deserve another chance, or any of the chances you’ve given me, but if you’ll give me one more I promise I’ll be better. Everything you’ve ever said about me is true; I am a coward, but I’m not leaving this time.”

“And what if I want you to leave?” You ask, testing the waters, more than anything else.

“If you tell me to leave— if that is what you truly want, then I will. Tell me to leave, and you’ll never have to see me again.”

“Okay, then leave.”

“Is that what you really want?”

“Y-Yes—” You stammer out a complete lie. Every cell on your body knows it’s a lie, and apparently so does he.

“I don’t believe you.”

More than anything, you want to fling yourself into his arms but you feel like your feet have been colashoo-ed to the ground. A corner of his mouth quirks up into a soft lopsided smile as his hands raise to thread fingers through the top of your hairline, smoothing wild strands away from your face. His touch is so careful and delicate than you could have ever imagined. He leans down slowly and stops just as his lips have brushed over yours, asking for permission, “I won’t if you don’t want me to.”

Syllables get caught in your throat, and channel themselves through you body as you move to slate your mouth over his. The sensation is so delicately mind-blowing, and it leaves you absolutely breathless when you pull away to lean your forehead against his.

All you can manage to breathe out is, “stay”.

The way your breath fans over his lips is intoxicating, and he’s certain he’s never seen anything more beautiful, no work of art finer, than the way you’re looking at him.

“I’m not leaving this time. Never again.”

His grasp tightens as he pulls you back to his lips and your fingers curl around the light fabric of his shirt. Every emotion and feeling accumulated over lost time is poured into this kiss.

This time, what you feel for him is something stronger and far different than anger.

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drkcnry67 · 4 years

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ttile: my alpha, my omega

pairing: John x Reader

fluff 2020 sq: age gap

kink 2020 sq: daddy kink

Abo 2019 sq: older alpha/younger omega

rating: 18+

tags: WARNING: THIS IS NOT FOR MINORS!!!! THIS WILL GIVE YOU NIGHTMARES!!! DO NOT PROCEED AT ALL!!!!! I REPEAT NOT FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18… TURN BACK AROUND DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT COLLECT $200, DO NOT HIT THAT KEEP READING THING… DO NOT PROCEED… THIS STORY CONTAINS VAGINAL PENETRATION, ORAL FEMALE RECEIVING, HARDCORE SEXUAL CONTENT, FEMALE HEAT, MALE RUT, ALPHA CLAIMING OMEGA, FIRST TIME SHOWER SEX, ALPHA KNOTTING OMEGA… YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!!

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Many centuries ago, in a land now known to the world as Russia.. lives a legend where monsters of myth and story roam… to the west side we travel for our story today where we meet YN a young omega who is unaware yet of her full potential…

YN a young single omega who lives with her aunt who has always let her be her own person… but this her 21st birthday was when she now had to go and find her Alpha… she was now on a journey that sooner rather than later would cross her path…

John a handsome rugged alpha whose passion in the 4th week after his 35th birthday would soon lead him to a city called Bucharest to seek out his omega who would be on a journey of her own to find her alpha…

~today~

you were walking through the streets it was another day, another day of go to various places and check on the small businesses you were involved in… your own aunt had refered you into some small business transactions that you were now in charge of…

walking through the center of town, your nose caught a strong scent, you began to follow it… you were not paying attention as always you were listening to everything around you…

As you grew so did your abilities, your strength, your speed, your smell, your hearing, your sight… but you sure as hell did not see this one coming… for just a few feet away from you was someone new to town, someone who neither of you knew at the time would soon both parties would be very very very INTIMATE with one another.

You were close to the fountain in the center of town, john who was not paying attention either was sitting on the edge of the fountain watching and listening to the bustle of the city… You were the one who was stupid enough to not be able to sense this one…

for you tripped over a stone and fell knocking both you and John into the fountain… this was how you both met… not the greatest way to meet someone but certainly a unique way of doing things…

john was first to come up for air… he noticed you struggling so he reached out and grabbed you by the hand and pulled you out of the water… some people who worked at the business your family had you in charge of had witnessed the entire thing, they came over with blankets awaiting orders or at least one of them was…

the other was your cousin, Castiel… your cousin was standing there laughing, this earned a low growl from John as he helped wrap you in the blanket… then he wrapped himself in one…

John: “are you alright?”

YN: “ill be fine, but i should be asking you that… its my fault your all wet in the first place… i should have…”

you stopped speaking when your nose picked up the scent that now sat beside you… this man, this man was an alpha, your alpha…

John however was having a similar reaction, this was the start the start of something beautiful…

Castiel and his collegue come up to you as your cousin begins being a 1st class dumbass…

Castiel: “oh cuz you tumbled cause you werent paying attention, what a clutz… how the hell are you still alive with you being so clumbsy?”

you had to show some restraint… you had to try and assert some authority…

YN: “you there shadowing my cousin, is the nearby apartment owned by the family still open…?”

collegue 1: “yes ma’am would you like it stalked with food and clothes for you and your friend here?”

YN: “yes and get my cousin a mouth muzzle he needs to learn when to speak and when not to speak…”

You hissed that last word.. this made john realize how badly he wanted you right then right there.. he could feel the feistiness coming off of you.. this sent him straight into a rut…

You however were already entering heat, you could feel johns hands round your own and the fact that you kinda knocked him into the fountain wasnt much better… both of you were not mad about the incident… But you now had started shivering, John gently picked you up into his arms you began to lead the way…

the apartment nearby was prepped and ready when you and John arrived… John set you down on your feet…

John: “leave us we will let you know if we need anything…”

the poor collegue left in a haste… John went to lock the door as he took off his wet jacket and hung it by the door… you stripped off your sweater and tossed it on the heater…

John: “cute place… i dont suppose you are a single omega, are you?”

you nod as you kinda do a hair shake but shiver in the process…

John: “you should shower to warm up… go on i might join you in a few moments… just gonna see if there are towels…”

you nod not caring… you slunk to the bathroom and start the shower before stripping off your wet clothes… you get into the shower and the hot water starts to warm you up as you just stand there not caring that John might join you, not caring that it was the middle of the day..

John outside the bathroom was taking off his wet clothing and making sure his head was clear and that he was fully mentally composed before heading into the bathroom where he knew you were behind the curtain…

you knew he was just outside the curtain, so you turned around and smiled quietly to yourself… John came into the shower and stood behind you… eyeing you up and down he felt something come over him… his senses going haywire…

John: “fear not i wont hurt you sweet omega… why dont you let go of all the embarrassment from earlier and let loose with me?”

YN: “but dont you have to claim me before we “let loose” as you so put it…”

John: “are you okay if i claim you right here right now? i know you feel the same way about me as i do about you…”

YN: “claim me John i do feel the same way.. and i have a bad heat right now ive had it since before i knocked us into the fountain… help me daddy…”

John at that moment placed an arm around your waist, you placed your arm on interlocking fingers, his teeth changed into fangs he let off a low growl before spinning around so he was under the water as he sunk his fangs deep into your shoulder…

the feeling of being claimed made a loud shrill of moaning sound escape your lips... Blood flowed from the wound down between you and John just the feeling that you had been claimed was amazing...

Then John released the bite, he spun you around and lifted you up placing you on his massive cock... He trusted hard into your virginity... He was getting as much pleasure from this as you were... The release came in waves, fast never slowing waves...

John had you against the wall as he thrust into you again, his cock already rock hard again... your pussy throbbing for more, your moans turning soft to loud in seconds... the kissing was constant... the thrusts grew more and more frequent with each passing moment...

with now being claimed every single rut and heat that you both had been feeling in the last week came on and on and on... escaping the shower after your recent release before it hit again you both got out of the shower and dried off...

John: “im gonna fuck you into the middle of next week...”

YN: “but the age gap the pack...”

John: “do we really care about that?”

YN: “no daddy of course not...”

John: “by the way keep calling me daddy and ill give you my knot alot sooner than we may plan to...”

YN: “yes daddy...”

John threw you onto the bed and climbed on top of you kissing you he was hard again, you felt him slide into you a moan released from your lips. the feeling of being fucked by your alpha had your mind going ten thousand miles a minute...

Johns mind was dragging him through the dirt... both of you would have to face the pack leaders sooner or later... yea there are alphas but there is a council that guards every single decision made within each pack...

one of those leaders happened to be your uncle... that leader had spies everywhere... he knew what was happening in that apartment right then... he was planning his attack...

several hours later you and John were laying there waiting for John’s knot to take effect... covered by the thinnest sheet on the bed you were just happy to be in the arms of someone who cares deeply for you...

John: “when the knot finishes being released, we need to connect with our packs and face the trials of their thoughts on us...”

You knew he was right but you snuggled in closer, his beard tickling the back of your neck... thats when you both heard it the footsteps and running outside the door...

John: “alright baby girl stay calm just move with me we cant let the knot escape your body...”

the door flung wide open John was pounding you into the bed as your uncle and his men walked inside...

Nazam: “excuse me what the hell is going on?”

YN: “be with you in a moment uncle...”

you and John finished and then snuggled back into a spoon this time with a thicker blanket over the naughty bits...

YN: “uncle, what an unplesent surprise what brings you and your lackys here?”

nazam: “dont play dumb with me... i can smell the blood, this man claimed you didnt he?”

John spoke at that moment keeping his arm around your waist...

John: “yes i did, my name is John winchester im the alpha for the north eastern pack... i came this way to find my omega... and i found her in the form of your niece... now like my omega here asked, What brings you here?”

Nazam: “well well well, let me see here ah yes im here to invite you both to the trials of rites tonight... there is still 8 hours for you both to prepare... now dont you dare take it lightly and if you think about skipping town we will deny the trial of rites by which instead you both will be exiled hunted and killed... that is all...”

YN: “leave this apartment uncle... we know our rights and legally im claimed by John he and i cant be seperated... and if need be i will fight you uncle...”

Nazam stands tall and eyes you with John...

Nazam: “i suppose you will stand by her side...”

John: “yes and i intend to marry your niece with or without the blessing of the packs... this is the life we both want and its together forever... i hope this knot that im releasing into your niece gets her pregnant the council’s laws prevent execution or seperation of the couple upon findout of pregnancy... now leave good day sir...”

nazam leaves his henchmen follow, your cousin’s friends come in and fix the door... you and John are left alone once more with eachother and your thoughts...

John: “were you serious about fighting your uncle?”

YN: “were you serious about marrying me?”

John: “i guess we both have plans and together we shall conquer it all... now lets rest a bit before tonight so we both have strength to deal with what is to come...”

You smile as John still having you on his cock so his knot can finish flips you around so you both facing eachother as you both begin to nod off..

John: “yo lacky thats outside the door...”

Collegue 1: “yes sir...”

John: “wake us up in 7 hours we are going for a snooze..”

Collegue 1: “as you wish sir...”

the lacky left you felt John holding you close to his strong form as you drifted off into a sleep full of happy thoughts... John fell asleep shortly after you did... both of you dreaming of a life where no threats stood in the way of your better lives...

~thats all for now~

#spnabobingo #spnkinkbingo #spnfluffbingo

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legion1993 · 4 years

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my alpha, my omega