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[fr1day-incredible]

MY NAME HEADCANON FOR ALFRED F JONES WITH LORE

Did I get your attention? Good. Now sit down and listen

After a really productive conversation with my friend @okialy last night we came to the conclusion that Unity Freeman Jones is a much better and fitting name for America than Alfred F Jones!

And before you attack us for it let me explain the lore :]

-Since America was adopted by Arthur, Arthur was also the one to name him. And the name he got was Alfred F Kirkland. Being named after Alfred the Great and having Arthur's last name (imagine whatever for the middle name, personally I imagine it was Franklin).

-Then the battle for independence came around. And after it was won by the Americans, Alfred wanted to distance himself from Arthur even more and just piss Arthur off in general. To be even more independent.

-And an obvious way to do it was to get a new legal name. Have a fresh start. But to really rub it in to Arthur Alfred wanted to chose a patriotic name.

-And since Alfred was pretty young then (by nation standards) he didn't do to much research about the names.

-So in the end he legally changed his name to Unity Freeman Jones. Unity for United States, Freeman for his independence, and Jones cus it's common American last name.

-No body stopped him from doing it for if that boy sets his mind on something he is not backing down (basically he just nagged his government into letting him change it, and they didn't fight him much on it for 1)he is the literal United States 2)his reasoning with wanting his own name and not one given him by Arthur was understandable 3)they didn't know specifically what name he wanted to change it to).

-After the legal change Unity "I will break your arm if you call me Alfred" Freeman Jones sent a letter to Arthur telling him about it (Ha!! In your face old man! Sincerely your ex-son Unity Freedom Jones.

-The day Arthur read that letter he had the best laugh he have had in a century. And then sent Unity a letter politely explaining that Unity is a girls name with English origin you damn wanker.

-Unity, being the stubborn fuck that he is did not let himself be swayed by this new information (especially since the old man could be lying, he is totally lying) and didn't change his new name to something else.

-So to this day whenever Arthur is bored/pissed off (on Unity or in general) he will go and tease Unity about his name choice.

That's the end of the "how he got this name" lore. So here is the rest

-81% off people and nations he interacts with only call him Jones or America

-Matthew absolutely Refuses to call Unity by his name because it's absolutely ridiculous and stupid and "no way I'm contributing to your patriotism". So it's only America or if they are in places where there are humans it's Jones. So Unity who is delighted in this uprotunity to be a menace. Introduces himself with his full name to everyone willing and unwilling to listen every time he is with Matthew and there are people around (for these reasons Matthew have thought about strangling him more than once).

-Gilbert & Francis unironicaly like Unity's name

#hetalia #hetalia shitpost #aph america #now imagine you are just minding your business #but then out of nowhere you hear #HELLO MY NAME IS UNITY FREEMAN JONES NICE TO MEET YOU #thats top golden retriever energy #matthew would hate it so much #headcanon #aph canada #aph england #this is cringy #im sorry

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Collision Course (Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader, Past Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader)

Next Time We Meet (Sylvie Laufeydottir & Fem!Reader)

Side Effects (Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader)

Student of Nature (Loki x Fem!Reader) (wattpad)

Somebody's Watching Me (Marvel Slasher/Horror AU, Fem!Reader)

The Last Time (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

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Welcome to Westview (Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader) S: You’re a new resident of Westview after recently moving to town with your husband, Pietro Maximoff. Your sister-in-law, Wanda, lives only a few doors down. Things are great. You’ve always been happy and always been together…but you can’t help feel that something isn’t right.

(To be updated episodically on tumblr, but will be cross posted on AO3 as I will have a different image for each decade episode.)

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Secret Santa (Xavier, Hank, Alex, Sean & Fem!Reader)

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A Mother’s Love (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader)

Be Careful (Jack Mercer x Reader)

Beware the Krays (Reggie Kray x Fem!Reader)

Few People In This World (Eric Northman x Fem!Reader)

Happy Birthday, Marie (Rogue x Reader)

Here Come the Queen (Margaery Tyrell x Fem!Reader)

King’s Choice (Tommen Baratheon x Fem!Reader)

Lie to Me (Victor Creed x Fem!Reader)

Lie to Me Part 2  (Victor Creed x Fem!Reader)

Lie to Me Part 3 (Victor Creed x Fem!Reader)

Moments (Jon Snow x Fem!Reader)

Never Again (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader)

Not Alone (Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader)

Not Alone pt 2 

Not Alone pt 3

Not Alone pt 4

Not Alone pt 5

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Stay (Charles Xavier x Reader)

The One I Want (Robb Stark x Fem!Reader)

Watchful Eyes (Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader)

Wounds (Francis Freeman aka “Ajax” x Fem!Reader)

You Don’t Have to Hide (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader)

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The Price (Enid & Father Figure!Negan) - on hold (a03) (wattpad)

You Found Me (Tommy Conlon x OFC Danielle Cassidy) - on hold (ff.net) (a03)

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Harley Quinn (Dating)

Reggie Kray (Shy/Affectionate Reader)

Sean Cassidy AKA Banshee (First Time)

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Restart (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader) *on hold*

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[imaginesrus]

Bad Decisions

Reader x Francis ‘Ajax’ Freeman (Deadpool)

Summary: You were one of ‘The Workshop’s’ experiments however all that was behind you until you come home to find a certain manufactured mutant bad guy sitting on your couch looking for information.

Author’s note: So I recently rewatched Deadpool and had forgotten how much I loved Francis/Ajax in this movie and then this idea took hold and I couldn’t let it pass. Sorry if you are subscribed just for the Steve content but I’m experimenting with branching out a little. If you enjoy this and would like more please let me know. Suggestions for content are always graciously accepted.

You had never expected to see him again. After all, you had kept up your side of the bargain.

Five years.

Five years chained and collared to a purpose you couldn’t care about. Five years fighting a battle in which you had no vested interest, except to make it back each time in one piece.

When your time had finally come and your debt repaid you bent that silver collar until you had felt it snap-in on itself with a satisfying crack. Freedom had never felt so good.

But as it turned out old habits were hard to break and despite the yearning, you felt to return to the normal life you found yourself feeling something missing, and that was how you had found yourself dipping your toe into that life again. You lied to yourself that it would be just one more job, just enough so that you had enough money to set yourself up then you would return to normal. You told yourself that this was different. You had the choice of what jobs you would take on, you were no longer anyone's puppet. You were crafting your own path and direction, just not the one you had ever thought you would.

Besides ‘normal’ was no longer part of our vocabulary, and when curiosity had gotten the better of you you had discovered that 6 years missing was as good as dead to those you had left behind. You didn’t belong there anymore.

You closed the door of your apartment behind you eyes closing as you leant your head against the door. All you could think about was running your bath and slipping into the warm water, allowing it to ease your aching muscles. Perhaps even opening that bottle of wine you had been saving, a thank you of sorts from a pleased client who happened to own a renowned vineyard as a side project.

But it seemed that there was to be a change of plans when you saw the very man who had started this all, sitting casually on your sofa as if he owned it.

Fucking Ajax.

And he had opened that bottle of wine.

Your eyes flicked to the knife block that sat on the kitchen counter, while your hand remained on the doorknob. He took his time taking a sip from the glass in his hand before placing it calmly on the coffee table, your coffee table.

There were two clear options, fight or flight. Neither one was particularly appealing. But you were damned if you were going to let them take you in again, turn you back into a slave.

“I’m not here for a fight, Sweetheart.” He said calmly, as he rose from the couch and instinctively you edged your back against the door.

He held up his hands, showing that he had no weapon. Like he needed one. You had seen first hand that his body itself was enough of a weapon. You had wondered whether lacking the ability to feel he had become more machine than man.

“So why are you here then?” You ask, trying to steady your breathing as he continues to advance towards you, his stance open and inviting as if you were friends. But you can see the calculation in his eyes, watching your movements closely, ready for you to run.

“Can’t a doctor check-in with his favourite patient?” He asks with a quirk of his eyebrow and you let out a laugh. Unable to remain silent on the absurdity of the whole situation. “Share a drink reminisce?”

“One, calling yourself a doctor is a little generous don’t you think? And, two, I am far from your favourite patient.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” he replies with a smile, his eyes roaming over your body in a way you haven't noticed before. A way that creates a tangle of heat in the base of your stomach.

You focus again, pushing any of those ‘notions’ from your mind and coming back to the fact that he has advanced again, only a mere steps away and you still don’t have a plan, your gaze was drawn back to the knife block, out of reach.

“But maybe it is a little more than that.”

Of course, it is.

“Someone has been looking for me,” his jaw clenches and you revel a little in the thought that something has managed to get under his skin, “a frustrating little worm in a black and red suit.”

Now that rings a bell, in fact, the other night while you had been at Sister Margaret’s a man in one of those ridiculous superhero costumes had been asking around for someone. Swearing about revenge and retribution for what someone had done to him. You hadn’t paid too much attention, the bar usually attracted a few crazies in amongst the regulars but this one had been particularly determined to find a man called ‘Francis’.

“Wait, you’re Francis?” It was starting to come together now. He must have been part of the project as well, it was not surprising that Ajax was on someone’s kill list. You ruin numerous lives it is bound to catch up with you sooner or later.

“You’re the guy he is looking for?”

With that last question, the smirk is wiped from his face. His enhanced reflexes allow him to move quickly to box you in, his arms braced on either side of your body up against the door. His eyes dark as he stares you down.

Your heart is beating wildly and you struggle to maintain your focus. If you are to have any chance of surviving this encounter you need to remain calm.

“He was here?” There is a distinctive edge to his voice now, the casual friendliness no longer present.

“No,” you say, quickly shaking your head. “Not here. At that bar on the other side of the city, the dodgy one with the smart-arse bartender. It’s a good place to pick up jobs.” You explain quickly your mouth running away from you. Hoping that once you let him know that his trip to your apartment has proved fruitless that he will leave and you can start to immediately look for another apartment.

But he doesn’t shift his stance, leaving you blocked and trapped. His head tilts as he looks over you, and you feel even more nervous under his gaze.

“Still making use of those gifts then,” he smiles as his finger traces over your shoulder, travelling down your arm in a movement so slow and delicate it’s intention is explicit.

"Maybe you should give me a little demonstration?" He cocks his head to the side, examining you looking for a sign of weakness or hesitation, you refuse to give him the opportunity.

"How do you know I'm not already?" you quirk your eyebrow as your fingers twist just slightly. Your breathing remains controlled as you speak, taking satisfaction in the confusion in his eyes.

"Sometimes I forget that you can't feel anything. Not even the knife I've currently got pointed at your back. In between your L1 and L2 vertebrae if I 'm correct, but then again I'm not the doctor here. Now maybe this knife isn’t sharp enough on it’s own, but I’m sure I can put enough telekinetic energy behind it to sever your spinal cord."

Instead of retreating or freezing in place, he lets out a laugh.

“You have changed haven’t you?” You freeze as his fingers trace across your cheek, “Where is my timid little mouse?”

You turn your face away, breaking the contact as it stirs feelings you are not in the mood to confront tonight.

“She was lost after that first kill.” You admit, even though it was a blur, you remembered the look in their eyes as life fled their body as the results of your actions. A simple twist of your fingers had been all it took to snap a neck.

“Would you kill me?” amusement tinges his voice which makes you blood boil urging you to push the knife further.

“If I had to.” You tell him, even though the simple answer should be yes. Those years were stolen. Even though they were years that you would have never had otherwise. Ajax or Francis had always been an enigma to you. Never giving anything away of himself during your sessions.

You rise to your toes so that you can attempt to match his height. “You don’t hold the power here, not anymore.”

A smile broadens across his lips as he looks almost impressed.

“You know it wasn’t a complete lie when I said you were my favourite patient. Quiet, yes, but one of those spirits that are hard to break, I had to work hard to trigger that mutation. I had thought maybe after your mutation that you may work beside me, at the Workshop.” He sighed, “But a telekinesis mutation, much too valuable on the private market. Not that you have suffered for it. It looks good on you. And now that you are a free agent.”

You search his eyes for what was the truth and they were just as cold and unreadable as ever. Could he actually be deluded enough to think that you would join him?

“Drop the knife, Sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear and you are reminded of all the times he would call you that, even before he snapped the cold metal collar around your neck as you were delivered to who would be your handler.

‘That’s it, Sweetheart, hold still for me.’ The last thing you heard until your surroundings before everything became faded and blurred.

“Or I can make you drop it,” he warns.

You want to laugh at his continued blind confidence in his own abilities even in his vulnerable position. But you are cut off by his lips pressing against your own.

Even though you could feel the tension in the air, his kiss takes you by surprise. It may have been unexpected but it is in no way unpleasant, and you can chastise yourself later on your poor decision making as you move your lips against his.

You hear the knife clatter to the floor, your concentration is broken, as his hand grips your hip.

You can still taste the wine on his lips as your tongue darts out to trace across his bottom lip.

You should stop this, should push him away from you with your mind or body, whichever feels like cooperating, but there is a part of you that craves this. Perhaps the part of yourself that was twisted and moulded by the Workshop itself.

Besides, it’s been a while since you made an epically bad decision. You are well overdue.

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[myriadimagines]

Congrats on your milestone! Can I have a drabble with Ajax (Deadpool) + prompt 40 and 74?

Characters: Reader x Francis ‘Ajax’ Freeman

Warnings: mentions of violence, swearing

Prompt: 40. “I know you’re trying to push me away, but I won’t let you.” & 74. “I’m a monster.”

Word Count: 497

A/N: thank you! i hope it’s okay! also rip sorry i didn’t really make this,,,, nice,,,, i had a different way in my head about how this was going to end and then i started writing and ended up with something different

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Francis lied to you about his job. He lies to everyone, but his reasons for lying to you were different than all the others before you — you were sweeter. More innocent, borderline naive, not the type Francis would think was his type. Yet he fell for you, anyway, fell for you despite the criticism from his coworkers and the threat it could pose to his business. He wanted to shield you from the horrors of his job, protect you in his own twisted way, but the truth had to come out sooner or later, although it came out much sooner than Francis was prepared for.

He was careless. Left case files on his desk that you stumbled upon. Even better, it was Wade fucking Wilson’s file, the man who seemed to pose an inconvenience in every aspect of Francis’ life. You read about all the tests Francis ran on him, the tests in extensive, gory detail. You thought it was a joke at first, albeit a cruel, sadistic one, because you refused to believe the man you were with could be capable of such horrible things.

But it was true. It was all completely true, and under your nose this entire time.

“Francis, what the fuck is this?” you demand, throwing the file down in front of him as soon as Francis enters the apartment. His eyes narrow, gaze dropping to the file before his expression falls, recognising it instantly. “Yeah, your big secret’s out in the open, now.”

“Okay,” Francis rubs the back of his head, trying to piece together an explanation that would somehow get you to forgive him. “It’s not as bad—”

“Not as bad as it looks?” you spit, finishing Francis’ flimsy explanation before he can, and he sighs as you scoff in disbelief. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe I’ve fallen for such a monster—”

“Yeah, alright, I’m a monster.” Francis yells back, throwing his hands in the air, and you glare at him, hands balled into fists as he steps towards you. He tries to reach out to you, but you step away from him, shaking your head as he continues, “But trust me, darling, I’m helping these people.” 

“Helping?” you repeat, incredulous, swatting Francis’ hands away from you as he tries to hold you. “By torturing them?” 

Francis sighs, gritting his teeth as he tries his best to be patient in the face of your anger. “I know you’re trying to push me away, but I won’t let you. Just hear me out, love.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” you snap, trying to push past Francis. “I’m leaving.”

“y/n,” Francis suddenly grips your arm, and your anger is suddenly replaced with fear. His voice is low, threatening, his smile cold and terrifying as you realize you’re seeing a side to Francis you’ve never seen before. Perhaps you can believe the files now, you think, as Francis orders, “Sit down. You’re not leaving until we talk about this.”

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[mermaidmundane]

I don't know about you but I'm ready for SMUTober. Send me your filth my loves!

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[crazyfreckledginger]

[x] § Francis Freeman Imagine §

A last groan escaped the man’s lips as his body fell limp against the concrete, eyes glazed over as he became lifeless.

The bald-headed man walked up to him, reaching down to pull his axe out of the body’s chest. He hummed in surprised as his eyes landed on (Y/N)’s figure behind the glass, somehow to focused beforehand to notice.

“Huh,” He scoffed in surprise, scanning over the silhouette, “what’s a beautiful creature like yourself being tied up with a scumbag like this shit?” his fingers pointed to the dead body by his side.

“Mutant,” (Y/N) grumbled. 

“Well,” he bit his lip, “mutants should lend each other a hand huh?” a small grin tore on his lips as he grasped the axe’s handle tightly in his hand and smashed it against the glass.

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[iamcalmdammit]

[ Read part 1 first ]

Francis tightened his grip around your body as he pulled you closer, pressing your back against his chest as he settled your head in the crook of his neck. You felt him place a gentle kiss on top of your head and you couldn't help but smile at this.

"Morning," you told him quietly.

"Go back to sleep, it's still early."

You wanted to turn around a bit to look at him but he didn't let you move. "Then why are you awake?"

He remained silent for several seconds, as if he was trying to decide whether or not to answer. But then he said, "I've been thinking."

"About what?"

"This," he replied, earning a questioning hum from you. "Us. Times like this I kind of wish I wasn't a mutant."

"I still don't get it," you admitted.

Francis let out a long, heavy sigh. "I don't feel anything, Y/N, you know that. Thanks to this being in a relationship is," he began but had no idea how to finish the sentence. Whatever word he would use is the end, it would surely come out wrong.

"What?" you demanded, finally breaking free of his grasp so you could turn around to face him. "Meaningless? Irrelevant? Is this supposed to mean you're only with me because Wade only lets you live as long as you're with me?"

"No, no, no, that's not the case," he quickly assured you. "What I meant is... I don't feel anything physically when we're together. But I want to feel your kiss, your touch, your everything," he explained while he swept a strand of hair behind your ear. "And when we're here in bed like this, with your body pressed against mine, I wish I could feel it."

It all made sense now. "But we can't do anything about it, can we?" you asked quietly.

"No, we can't." For a few moments he kept silent, but then he suddenly leaned forward to kiss your forehead. "I lov–"

His sentence was interrupted by the doorbell and Francis let out an annoyed groan in response. When you moved to get out of bed he reached out to stop you by grabbing your hand.

"No, don't open it. It's early, they can come back later," he told you with a small smile.

"Morning, Y/N, open up!" you heard a familiar, cheerful voice from outside. "It's a surprise visit!"

"Wade," Francis noted as he turned on his back and looked up at the ceiling.

"If I don't let him in," you began to explain as you jumped out of bed and quickly put on your robe, "he'll either keep shouting and successfully wake up my neighbors, or he'll simply break into my apartment."

"Fine, I'll go with you," he said as he slowly sat on the edge of the bed, clearly not happy about it.

"You don't think I can open a door myself?"

"You know that's not what I mean. Wade is here for me anyway." As he searched for his jeans, he quietly added, "He and his bloody surprise visits."

Without waiting for Francis, you rushed to the door before Wade could wake up everyone in the building.

"Hi, Wade," you said with a smile as you stepped away to let him in.

"Good morning, Y/N. Where's my bestie?" He waltzed inside with a stupid grin on his face. "Oh, Francis! Where are you?" he asked in a sing-song voice.

"I'm here, you fucking moron," Francis told him grumpily while he walked over to you. "Can't you keep quiet? All of our neighbors will wake up to your stupid voice."

"It's nice to see you too, fuckface."

"Boys, please, don't start a fight."

The two of them were still staring each other, their bodies equally tense as they stared at each other. You walked over to Francis, placing your hand on his chest to get his attention. When he looked down at you, you tilted your head to the side as you gave him a meaningful look.

"Wade, can I give you coffee or something?" you asked when you turned around to face your guest.

He sat on a barstool, folding his hands on the kitchen island as he nodded. "Yes, thank you, that would be great. So, how is he behaving these days?"

Francis rolled his eyes as he sat down. "As if I wasn't even here."

"Everything's great, Wade. You know, making a phone call would be enough, there's no need for you to come here every time," you added with a shrug before pressing a few buttons on the coffee machine.

"But that was the deal. I check on him regularly to see if he behaves," Wade explained with a wide and almost sadistic grin. "So does he take out the trash when asked?"

"Yes, he does," you said with a nod. "How's Vanessa? Doesn't she mind that you left this early?"

Wade raised his hand. "Oh, no, don't change the topic. We're here this morning to discuss if I can finally kill him or not," he told you with a finger pointed at Francis.

"You can't!" you snapped at him, though you still placed the cup of coffee in front of him. "When will you stop harassing him?"

He gave you a clearly fake shocked look. "I'm not harassing him!"

"Actually, you are," Francis told him with a provocative smirk on his lips. "You keep showing up uninvited, demanding answers to your stupid questions. Why don't you trust Y/N enough to call you if I do something you wouldn't like?"

"But I like these conversations," Wade said with a sigh.

"We don't!" you and Francis said at the same time.

Francis smiled as he looked over at you, eventually reaching out to take your hand. He pulled you closer and you wrapped an arm around his body as you rested your chin on his shoulder.

After taking a deep breath you returned your attention to Wade. "Look, all we want is a little peace and privacy. Francis is doing his best to leave his old life behind. So can you try and trust me with this?"

"I wish I could," he began, "but if I don't make sure you're okay, Vanessa will kill me."

"That's just your usual bullshit," Francis pointed out.

"You should leave, Wade," you told him but he didn't move. "Now."

Wade nodded, quickly finished his coffee, and then stood up. "Alright, fine, I'll leave. But don't think you can get away with it. I'll be watching you," he warned Francis menacingly.

With that he turned around and stormed out of your apartment. He didn't say goodbye and even you didn't have the chance to do that. But after this conversation, though, goodbyes weren't really needed.

Once you were alone, you kissed Francis' shoulder. "I'll talk to Vanessa about it, okay?"

"You don't have to," he told you when he turned around to look at you.

"I want to," you said before kissing him. "Let's go back to bed."

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[multifandomimagin3s]

IMAGINE: Deadpool threatening Ajax for flirting with you - his sister...

[Not My Gifs]

Ajax grinned widely, despite having a katana skewered through his shoulder, pinning him to the concrete bridge. His steel-blue eyes flickered over your form, lingering on the exposed cleaving that your outfit provided - a suit akin to your brother’s, minus the mask,” She’s cute...I’m taking it that good looks run in your family? Well, you definitely don’t have them anymore - what with your ugly mug--”

Wade’s fist collided with his nose, a loud crunch sounding as Ajax’s head flew back with the force of the blow. Undeterred, he simply laughed, which angered Wade even more. Punch after punch, blow after blow - the irritating part about his enemy’s mutation was that despite the rivers of blood, he literally felt nothing. Not an ounce of pain.

Just as Wade drew his fist back, preparing for another round of hits, his hand made contact with something very hard. Clang. You giggled slightly as you watched him feel around the area, before peering up curiously, "Dad?”

Wrong.

Colossus picked up your brother with ease, throwing him across the bridge into a nearby car. You watched as the giant mutant began to chastise Wade’s reckless behaviour, his Russian accent thick as he listed how idiotic his ways had turned. He was right in what he was saying - having spent a good deal of time with your brother, having been reunited after the whole mutant-transformation thing, Wade seemed to have a disregard for his own safety or basic rules. 

“So tell me...what’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a situation like this?” Ajax spoke up, after spitting out a mouthful of blood. Your nose crinkled slightly in disgust. 

“What’s it to you?”

“Oh, feisty...I like it,” Ajax smirked, eyeing the blade handle currently protruding from his shoulder,” I saw what you did to those men - you’re very powerful...what would it take to get you by my side?”

You scoffed “I’d never work for you.”

“Who said anything about working for me? Having a gorgeous woman such as yourself on my arm would be an honour.”

“Dream on, numbnuts!” Wade cried towards his enemy, scrambling up from the ground after being thrown again by Colossus,pointing at him angrily,” I swear if you even think about it, I’ll cut your dick off!”

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[reina-writes]

“You look absolutely stunning today, (Y/N)”, Francis said suddenly, his british accent smooth and pleasant to your ears. You raised your head and looked at the man mouth open. He didn’t give compliments that often and when he did, he usually wanted something in return.  “What do you want?” You were sure Francis wanted something this time also. Last time you had ended up to giving him a lap dance, though you didn’t mind that. You both had enjoyed it and everything it lead on.  “No, I mean it, no ulterior motives. Can’t a man tell his girlfriend she’s beautiful?” He smirked at you, melting your heart with how sincere he was.

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[make-me-imagine]

As he was sitting against the wall he was startled by the sudden pressure on his shoulder. Turning his head he sees that you had fallen asleep and you had fallen over onto his shoulder. He moves to wake you up, but hesitates. He sees how peaceful you look, and realizes he is enjoying the closeness. Instead he leaves you to sleep while occasionally looked down and studying your face.

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[multi-fandom-imagines13]

Dating Francis 'Ajax' Freeman would include (Plus Size Edition):

A/N: This is a request by @wolverinesgirl14 and I have written this to be as inclusive as I can! I apologize if you may not feel included. If that’s the case, you can always send me requests for more of these or drabbles/one-shots! This is more detailed than other lists for a specific request!

- You’d have some sort of friendship with Angel before Ajax even makes an effort. - You’d gain Angel’s respect through training with her…even after she’d nicknamed you ‘Chuckie’…because you threw up the first three times she trained you. - Angel wouldn’t admit it but she’d take on Ajax if you’d said he looked at you sideways. - There being a total lack of privacy in the warehouse and so Ajax accidentally walks in on you changing. - More than once. - Trying to hide from him when he does and avoiding him like the plague, in the warehouse. - Francis finally cornering you and demanding to know why. - When he finds out it’s because you were embarrassed by your stretch marks and your scars, he gives you the best advice he knows how to give. Simple and blunt. - ‘You don’t need to be embarrassed by those things. They’re normal. They’re a part of you. Look at how far you’ve come. How strong you are. Stronger than I thought you were. Your body is capable and the only one you’ve got.’ - ‘Between you and me, I quite like your body.’ *trademark smirk* - Going with Ajax on missions as a 'bodyguard’. - Francis being proud of you when you manage to defend him with your powers. - Getting cornered by Francis when he returns from missions, caged in by his body and kissed like tomorrow doesn’t exist. - A strong sense of mutual respect and treating each other as equals. You might not be as strong or as skilled as Francis but your powers are second to none and your business savvy is all your own. - Convincing Francis to let you see your friends…which means you take Francis as a bodyguard and he lurks in the background. - Your friends pouting because no guys will come up to your group and if they do, they immediately take off again. - You knowing full-well it’s because Ajax is glaring and towering above anyone who comes close. - Making physical affection as casual as possible and allowing Francis to become more comfortable with it. - Stitching up Francis when Wade’s beaten the crap out of him. - Henchmen returning to the warehouse, mysteriously battered and bruised the day after making comments about your weight and appearance. - Neither Francis nor Angel would admit to being responsible but you’d see the bruised knuckles. - Managing to sneak candid shots of Francis and Angel, taping them to your dresser. - Francis discovering them but not mentioning them. Instead, he takes his own candids of you and tapes them alongside the ones you’d taken. Leaving them for you to find. - Working out exactly how to push his buttons. - Like strutting around your room in your panties and Francis’ shirt. - Usually leading to Francis pinning you against the wall, lifting you and carrying you to the bed. - Which he’d do, simply because he knew you loved that he could. - Francis would basically worship your curves. With his hands, his lips. Much like how you often appreciated his muscles ;) - Getting to realise that 'Ajax’ only comes out when he deems that you or Angel are under threat. - Seeing more and more of who 'Francis’ actually is. - Being guided out of your shell and pushed out of your comfort zone. By both Francis and Angel and it only makes you grow. - Francis laying with you on his chest, telling you how incredibly frustrating you were in the beginning. All smirks and small smiles. - Then confessing how proud he is…and that he never understood why Wade fought so hard for Vanessa, but after you came into his life…he knows he would do anything to keep you safe. - 'I love you’s wouldn’t be said often and usually only by you, but when Francis comes out with 'be safe’, 'I’m proud of you’, 'you’re gorgeous’ etc is his way of saying it to you. - His smile (that’s only ever reserved for you) and his arms becoming your home. As your smile and your embrace is his home.

A/N: I feel like this is missing something, so please don’t hesitate to give me some feedback! I wanna make the best work foe you guys!

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[robertdowneyhiddlesbatch]

Imagine:

Ajax finds a very scared, Mary Sue type girl. She can amplify emotions by touch. He usually uses her to touch other people to make them more scared.

He finds out her powers work on him, too. He starts keeping her close, doesn’t let others touch her when he doesn’t want them to, and uses her to feel pleasure.

Ajax takes care of her, but she’s too scared of him and her surroundings. Eventually she escapes.

But that doesn’t last long obviously

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[thefandomimagine]

Submitted by anonymous.

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[littlebosleepmusings]

Wounds (Ajax x Reader)

Summary: All out of options, you finally agree to an offer from a strange man...but who you find when you get there, leaves you speechless.

Pairing: Ajax x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1158(?)

A/N: Who knows how many parts this will have? Cuz I don’t

When you finally come to, you find yourself in a dark room. You are restrained to a bed with medical equipment you can’t name, scattered around you. A dim light shines above you and bunch of plastic curtains surround you and prevent you from seeing anything beyond your “room” but silhouettes.

A scary thought then crosses your mind as you really take in this place. What if you are about to make a terrible mistake? Is it too late to back out of the program…?

You wiggle around in your restraints to try to get free, but as expected, it’s of no use. You suddenly hear footsteps, which causes you to freeze in place. In walks a woman with dark black hair hanging loosely to either side of her face. She dangles what seems to be a toothpick around in her mouth. A closer inspection reveals it to be a matchstick. Odd. She isn’t dressed at all like someone who belongs in any medical facility. Too much black. You don’t know what it is about her, but you can tell that she isn’t to be trifled with. She forcefully reaches for a clipboard with papers attached to the end of your bed.

“Y/N, is it… The Doctor will be in to see you soon,” she says, flatly.

The woman leaves with your clipboard and you are left alone with only the sounds of faint drips and machine humming in your ears. Finally the woman enters again with a metal cart with supplies trailing behind her. When the Doctor dressed in a white lab coat, eventually enters the room, you are visibly startled. You almost can’t believe your eyes, but you’d know his face anywhere...

Francis.

He doesn’t even notice you at first. He’s got his head down looking through a cell phone.

“Sorry about that,” he apologizes as he shoves the device into his coat pocket. You are silent, as all you can do is just stare at him. The woman hands Francis your file, and that’s when you note the recognition in his eyes. He stops reading and lifts his head to look at you for the first time.

You think about screaming at him. Ask how he could just leave you after what happened, but you’re too exhausted for any of that so you just watch him, frustrated. There is small hesitance in his actions, before he speaks.

“Well this is unexpected,” he finally says. There’s something about the faint smirk on his face, that doesn’t sit right with you. “I’d always wondered what you’d gotten up to.” He says it so nonchalantly, like he isn’t speaking to you, his former fiancee.

”You know her?” the woman asks.

“Yeah, I did. Once,” Francis replies, all the while not taking his eyes off you. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?” he asks.

Why is he acting like this? Yeah, you didn’t leave things on the best of terms, but the man you knew, was never this cold and unfamiliar.

“So this is what you do now?” you eventually find the words to ask him.

“Yes,” Francis nods, watching you with a wary expression, like he’s wondering what you might say next.

“You got the treatment too?”

“Yes,” he answers again, before hastily changing the topic. “Cancer... How unfortunate. Well let’s hope the treatment will change that.”

He puts your files away and stands at the side of your bed now. “I don’t like to waste time,” he says, bending down so he is level to your face “To start, I’m going to inject you with a serum that will activate mutant genes you may have in you DNA. I’m sure you’re well aware that the mutant gene is usually activated by extremely stressful situations.”

You nod.

“That's what we'll be putting you through. Depending on how your body reacts, it can either be a very short or very long process. I won’t lie to you and say that this won’t be painful. It will be. Very.”

You grimace a little, but say nothing.

“With that being said…” Francis straightens himself up again. “You think you’re up for it?” 

You nod a few times. “I can handle it,” you assure him.

Then he smiles, a smile slightly broader than anything he’s given you since he walked in. Almost like he’s proud. It nearly makes you want to smile back, but the thought quickly fades.

“We’ll be back in a moment.” He says leaving the room, with Angel in tow.

“What’s it like?” Angel questions walking opposite Francis, on the way back from visiting another patient. “Seeing someone from your past, considering how… “changed” you are.”

“It’s a bit strange, actually,” he admits. “Of course I remember having feelings for her at one point, but they just aren’t there now…” he trails off. “Bit hard to explain.” He shrugs.

“I see…” she begins. “But this won’t cause any issues will it?”

“No, of course not,” Francis shakes his head.

“OK,” Angel replies satisfied, before the pair re enter your quarter’s again.

“Angel.” Francis gives a nod to the woman standing on the opposite side of your bed. She pushes the cart of supplies toward him. He then puts on a pair of sterile white gloves. You watch anxiously as he quickly searches for a vein in your arm. When he’s finally found it, he brushes his finger against it a few times. You feel your arm tense under his touch. Without hesitating, he immediately reaches for an IV connected to some odd blue liquid.

When he starts to move the sharp needle toward you, you call out “Wait.” He stops for a moment, appearing slightly taken aback by your outburst. You never really liked needles, but that isn’t entirely what caused your protest. You knew after this, there was no going back.

“Uh uh,” Angel shakes her head. “Too late for that, sweetie.”

“Afraid she’s right,” Francis agrees. “But don’t worry,” he says bringing the tip of the needle back toward your arm. “This isn’t even the worst of it.”

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[mermaidmundane]

I'm doing a ton of request tonight so send as you wish. I'll get almost all done if not more.

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@ateliefloresdaprimavera

He knew he couldn’t feel a thing and yet he did. In what felt like a lifetime, he felt something and it was love. When his eyes rested on (Y/N)’s sleeping figure, he knew he was going to help her out of this. Get a nice life with her, and protected her at all cost.

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