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slices-of-naranja · 4 months

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I desperately need to organize my thoughts but if I don’t get this out now I will forget it, so take some vague circular incoherent ramblings about Jason motherfucking Grace.

Jason Grace has this weird kind bluntness about him that I desperately need to study. He’s so normal in a fucked up way. Almost regular. Almost an Average Kid. Brutally honest and kind and pragmatic. He wakes up on a bus with no memory, holding hands with a girl, and he’s immediately like “What the fuck. Who are you people. Where am I. Who am I?” Doesn’t even try to play along to figure out what’s happening.

One of the first things he says to Leo is “You’re weird.” Just “You’re weird.”

Jason is judgy as fuck!! Like!! Such a judgmental motherfucker!!! “If Leo is his best friend, then his life is seriously messed up.” Like!!! What the fuck!!! Be nicer to the man you fall madly in love with!!!

He sees Mean Kid (monster) Dylan and immediately goes “fuck that dude.” (“Jason hated him instantly.”) He even mentally makes fun of the guy’s outfit!!! And he roasts the shit out of Dylan’s fucking shiny ass teeth!! He sees two girls being mean to Piper and he literally, despite not knowing where he is or why he’s there, tries to fight them!! And Leo is the only thing holding him back from immediately throwing hands!!

Mr. “I can’t even take Leo out for burgers bc he’ll set the restaurant on fire.” After the 1 (one) time Leo gets too excited and bursts into flame. (Leo not being able to control his powers as a consequence of finally starting to use them after years of repression is something i WILL be talking about another time)

Jason is a judgy, brutally honest bitch. Like, he’s kind and good natured and strong. But years of being raised by wolves, strict deadly Romans, and being praetor have made him a little bit harsh. Rough around the edges. Just a bit off. This is the dude who was like “hm. Yeah I know Nico’s ur boy but… world is ending. So.” He’s been raised to be pragmatic. Make snap judgements. Be harsh. Be deadly. Like, reading his PoV is so different from the fandom characterization.

Jason is wittier, snappier, and wayyy more regular teenage boyish than I thought. He just has that Roman Demigod Edge to him… the part of him that was trained to scream “MONSTERS! MIST! MAGIC! DANGER!!!” even when he had no memory. I need to study this boy so badly. He’s fucking fascinating.

Bc for all his judgement, he grows so quickly attached to people. Like, it doesn’t take long for him to be fiercely loyal to Piper and Leo and Camp Halfblood. I think that’s because they accepted and loved an imperfect him, and while Expectations were still there, expectations he’s been haunted by his whole life, they’re lesser. Bc Piper and Leo don’t know shit fuck about the mythical world. And the rest of the seven are just as strong and capable as Jason, so he has no need to lead. I don’t know. Jason Grace drives me crazy. Marching to his destiny like a good little soldier. No other options for a son of Jupiter. Have to be strongest, have to be praetor, have to lead a legion-

He loves Nico like a best friend. He adores and admires Leo’s wit and talent and smarts, something that is mentioned a lot in his POV. (While also pointing out Leo’s bullshit.) He envies and admires Percy’s strength. He loves Piper’s brashness and heart. He loves them all. I don’t know. He’s quick to judge but he’s even quicker to change his mind. I forgot where I was going with this. Jason Grace has always been a hero at heart and a soldier since age 4 and I think that’s why some people think he’s boring. He’s trained to be serious and stuff. We don’t get to see him goof around very much, except for with Leo, and Leo does most of the goofs. And I would love to know who Jason Grace, judgmental pragmatic kindhearted bitch, would be if he just got to be a regular teenager.

And I think that’s why he loved camp Halfblood. It gave him half a chance at being half normal. What’s one more big three kid? There’s no strict orders or rules to follow or shape him there. But unfortunately, Jason, hero at heart, soldier since age 4, trained to be selfless, trained to give everything up for the greater good, was never going to get a happy ending. Never get a chance at what Percy Jackson found. Being a demigod kills people. And Jason was one from birth, to his very core.

I think part of him would be relieved, at that. Knowing that Percy Jackson, hero with a happy ending, is someone he will never be. Never overcome or surpass. Yeah, it’s the exact reason they’re rivals, too similar to not be compared, yeah it hurts his pride and goes against everything he was raised to be, and yeah he’s had a few silent breakdowns over it, but there’s relief in knowing he’d never win. Being in Percy’s shadow at Camp Halfblood means he can be out of the spotlight. Die a hero’s death while knowing there is no other option. There’s peace in that.

Anyway New Rome represents heteronormativity and Camp Halfblood is Jason figuring out he’s gay. I will not take criticism.

#Jason grace my boy #you desevered so much better than how Rick treated you #the fandom too #you were never boring baby #pjo hoo toa #toa spoilers #hoo #Jason Grace #character study #Jason Grace character study #jason grace angst #kind of #I love Jason grace #heroes of olympus #hoo spoilers

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sstormyskyess · 3 months

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To See Another Day

author's note: soap it up challenge fic #2!! i like to think i'm best at hurt/comfort so this was very fun to write [used prompt 19 "it's not over" for this one!]

cw: canon typical violence, hurt/comfort

word count: 1800+

John "Soap" Mactavish x GN!Reader

You were a bit of a pessimist. You liked to say that you were just being realistic, but you were proven wrong time and time again, mainly because your team was highly proficient in getting out of hairy situations just by the skin of their teeth. It seemed like the task force had some sort of supernatural ability to weasel their way through missions, narrowly dodging danger by playing limbo with the red tape that restricted their operations.

So, once you got taken prisoner by your latest targets, you tried your hardest to trust in your team’s capabilities; the five of you had been in worse situations before, it couldn’t be too different this time around, right?

It was getting harder and harder to convince yourself of that. If you were calculating right, it had been about a week since you got whisked away by a group of soldiers in the pocket of the Las Almas Cartel after returning to the city to wrap El Sin Nombre up, once and for all. You’ve certainly seen better days, that’s for sure; you were battered, probably sporting a black eye, maybe a broken rib or two.

Various people had entered and exited the room, some ignoring you and some roughing you up just for the hell of it. The one person that surprised you was the man that came in with a second chair and set it down opposite you. A seat for a new interrogator, maybe? Odd, since no one else had a chair to sit in as of yet. You try to shrug it off, since unpredictability is typical with these kinds of things.

You certainly would’ve never predicted the person that ended up sitting across from you, though. This was far out of the range of your imagination.

When Soap got dragged in and had his limbs tied to the armrests, you were positively floored, your eyes wide and your jaw dropped. The door slammed shut as your captors left and you were left with him.

“Soap, what the hell are you doing here? What did you do this time?” Your mind was running a mile a minute, your eyes darting all over his form, checking for any injuries. “Where are the others? Are they here too—”

“Stop, bonnie. Breathe. Everything is fine, we’re getting out of here.” His voice was stern, grounding you enough for you to stop spiraling for a minute. You look at him with wide, unfocused eyes. Something about seeing him here with you fills you with a strange mix of relief and dread. You’re glad to have someone with you, of course; knowing that the one with you was someone you care so dearly for, someone you always hate seeing hurt, is the part that made your heart drop into your stomach.

Soap is about to continue saying his piece, but the door opens roughly, and a few soldiers stalk into the room one after the other. You look at Soap and he looks back giving you a small nod, his blue eyes telling you not to worry.

Tears fall down your cheeks as you watch Soap get his head pulled up by his mohawk, his face covered in purpling bruises and his lips covered in blood from his broken nose. They had been whaling on him for almost an hour now, trying to get him to tell them all the information they were looking for. He, being the stubborn, headstrong man he was, has managed to stay silent aside from all the taunts he was spitting at them, provoking them.

“Soap, stop! Please!” You beg him, writhing in your restraints even though you know full well you aren’t going anywhere. You just want to save him so badly. You wanted to pull the people hurting away from him and put them six feet under for hurting your partner. But he just keeps egging them on, and he keeps getting pummeled, all right in front of your eyes.

You couldn’t turn away even if you wanted to; there was someone holding you by the scruff of your neck and chin, forcing your gaze forward. Another sob rattles your chest and you thrash against the grip on the back of your neck when you see one of them reel the fist back, ready to hit Soap across the face again.

Another splatter of blood streaks across the floor when a gloved fist hits him across the cheek, the blood from his nose and mouth being painted across the concrete floor. He grunts in pain, shooting an icy glare at the person connected to the fist. "You're not getting shite out o' me." He growls slowly, each word said with purpose.

You sniffle, still trying to wrench yourself away from the firm grasp on your face. “Stop hurting him, please stop hurting him—” Your voice cracks, crumbling away and leaving you weeping. You curse yourself inwardly, shutting your eyes tightly and trying to stop the tears from flowing. You’re a highly-trained special ops operator working on one of the most critically acclaimed task forces in the entire world, for God’s sake. You’re supposed to be stoic, you’re supposed to be able to remain calm in situations like this. You’re supposed to be strong, like him. You’ve been in this position many times before, so why couldn’t you hold yourself together this time? Why?

“I’ll do what you want, I’ll tell you what you want to know, just stop hurting him!”

That line gets Soap’s attention immediately, his eyes wide as his glare softened when he looks at you. His face quickly went from pitying to stern in the blink of an eye. “Do not.” He barks, making you flinch. “It’s not over. Do not give them a fucking word.” He hisses.

Your breathing starts to steady a bit as he pins you down with the firm look in his eyes. “You’re better than this, you know you are—” Another blow to his cheek cuts his sentence short and the chair you’re in starts scuffing along the floor as your efforts to escape the hold on your neck and the hand now squeezing your cheeks to stop you looking away. You are better than this. You’re not a sniveling child—you’re strong. You are strong.

You’re strong enough to finally notice that the ropes on your right arm are loosening. You’re strong enough to tug harder and harder against the ropes, your arm wiggling free slowly but surely. You’re strong enough to break free of the ropes and grab the hand on your face, pulling it to your mouth and biting their fingers as hard as possible, ripping a yelp from them.

They jump away from you instinctively, allowing you to pull the ropes on your other arm off, shoving the soldier that tries to restrain you again hard enough to send him toppling. You quickly untie the thick cables off of your ankles, standing up.

When one of the people torturing Soap lunges for you, you grab the back of the chair and use your experience getting into bar fights with your partner and best friend to strike them in the shoulder and head, sending them flying as well. You bring it down on their prone body again, hard enough to smash the chair to pieces.

The person you bit comes for you next and you snatch the arm that goes to grab you, heaving them over your shoulder and taking him down as well. You kneel on their back and rob their combat knife from its sheath, plunging it into their neck before pulling their gun from its holster and shooting the rest of the hostiles, their bodies going limp.

Your chest heaves and you brace your hands on the bloody concrete to catch your breath. When your breathing has evened out, you wipe the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand, standing up. It takes some effort since the adrenaline has left your system, making you realize just how tired you were. Your limbs shake, making you stumble a bit when you make your way over to Soap.

You fumble with the ropes tying him down until they were all strewn around the chair and collapse to your knees, resting your head in his lap, chest tightening up again. It’s still not over; you have to get out of here, but you relax for just a moment when his hand gently lands on your head, running across your scalp and down your neck to your shoulders.

Soap pulls the covers on his bed back to let you climb in and you cuddle up next to him almost immediately. He wraps you up in his arms and pulls the sheets tight around you, effectively bundling you up to the point you can barely move. You appreciated it, loving the feeling of his warmth surrounding you.

You lay in a comfortable silence for a while before you feel the need to address the elephant in the room. “I’m sorry.” You mumble into his chest, burying your face into his shirt. “Why are you sorry?” He pulled away to look at you with a confused look in his icy blue eyes, an eyebrow quirked. You shake your head with a frown on your face. “You know why. I almost told them everything.”

He sighs. “Y’know I would’ve done the same.” He kisses your forehead, running his hand up and down your back. You purse your lips into a straight line. “That’s not true and you know it.” You huff, tightening your arms around him to pull him impossibly closer.

“It’s true. I love you so damn much,” he says in-between kisses on your cheeks, “I can barely stand seeing you get hurt out there.” You look away, cheeks warming under his attention. “Don’t know if I could’ve stayed quiet for as long as you did.” He nuzzles against your face and keeps peppering your face with kisses and ending with a slow, intimate kiss on the lips. “Y’saved me, dove. In so many ways, y’know that?”

“What do you mean?” Your voice was muffled by his shoulder, where your face was buried. You know that you saved him today, before the task force got you both out of there. Something just came over you when Soap reminded you of yourself, brought you back from the brink.

He chuckles, rubbing circles into the muscles of your lower back. “They probably would’ve beat me to a pulp if I kept mouthing off. I just couldn’t stop myself, but you did; y’made me realize I’d have died on you.” He feels you shiver in his arms at the idea of him being gone and his hands run up and down your back to comfort you. “I couldn’t do that to you, dove.”

He kisses you again and holds your cheek, his thumb running across your cheekbone. You smile a bit. “I love you too, John.”

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

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margaretoakgrove · 9 months

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Darkest mystery of soul

Any ordinary person who saw lord Heisenberg for the first time in their life could surely say that he gave the undelible impression of a tough, self-confident and fearless man.

And indeed, on his long and rather difficult life path Karl, willy-nilly, was forced to witness countless bloody horrors and endure excruciating tortures on his own skin, so now it seemed that absolutely no one and absolutely nothing was capable of shaddering his steely spirit in an utter terror.

But in actual fact, any single living soul on earth was not aware that the slightest thought of you, the lord's true and only love that he appreciated more than his life itself, seeing him in the given by Cadou parasite monstrous mutated form instantly made the warm blood freeze within the veins of his.

From that very moment when unpredictable fate forever tightly bound the two of you with the unbreakable chain of love, Heisenberg, inside himself, felt a strong irresistible desire to be completely and utterly honest with you always and in everything because exactly in you he finally found that same soulmate his heavy lonely heart had been desperately craving one day to meet especially at the times of long-lasting sleepless nights.

Fully trusting you, Karl, little by little, revealed you the innermost mysteries of his not so easy living that he had been keeping securely hidden for many years from everyone within the tormented soul of his. Your beloved clearly explained you that, perhaps, to all local villagers he was very well known as one of the four great devoted lieutenants of mother Miranda herself, but, in reality, he fiercely hated her for the cruel and creepy sufferings she ruthlessly put him through for the purpose of achieving of her own selfish goals.

Upon confessing you that already long ago he had begun to plot a secret rebellion against the woman who took his right to be free and independent away, the lord demonstrated you, located deep down underground, the lowest areas of his old factory where day by day and night by night for long decades he had been doggidly and hardly working on constructing of a rather considerable army of cyborgized reanimated corpses that would be supposed to help him to annihilate the obssessed with the idea of reviving her long-dead child insane witch.

Speaking with all sincerity, by the frightening appearance of the mechanical soldiers, that were staring at you with the unblinking lifeless eyes, you were not repulsed nor terrified at all. Quite the opposite, to their brilliant creator you fervently stated that you were very proud of him for taking courage to rise up against the cold and calculating ruler of the village and fight bravely for his liberation until the very last exhale, and also that you were wholly certain that for these resurrected by him back to life dead men it would be the greatest honor to serve under his command to take brutal revenge on Miranda for once immersing their and their loved ones' lives into a real pitch-black nightmare.

Nonetheless, the darkest of his secrets about the ultimate transformation of his body Heisenberg could not ever bring himself to uncover to you, inwardly acknowledging he was afraid that as soon as you found out the horrifying truth that he, actually, was a dangerous appalling monster, you would run away from him in dreadful horror and never return. But Karl could not lose you... Heisenberg simply couldn't lose the only dear to him person without whom all the life of his even in so much desired freedom would be thoroughly imbued with darkness, emptiness and loneliness...

But at this late rainy evening of the judgment day he did not suspect one bit that you, worrying beyond belief about him, disobeyed his strict order not to come out of the factory in any case because the situation outside was getting too unsafe. Through the semidarkness of the long corridors were you walking slowly and wary to the main exit of the building where, eventually, you beheld an incredibly gigantic, never seen by you before, unimaginable creation, which represented itself a peculiar amalgamation of human flesh and metal scrap, but, realizing in a blink what human was trapped inside this robot-looking creature, without hesitation you quietly called out.

"Karl? Is it…is it you? Is it really you?"

Having heard his name pronounced by your voice, the transformed lord in an instant froze. In his grand steel glory he stood unmoving and unbreathing paralyzed by the horrid thought of that everything he had been so much fearing for all this time now became a tough reality for him.

"Yes, it's you. Of course, it is you. Who else can it be? I recognized you." A small step you took towards the beloved one of yours.

"No! Stay back! Don't come any closer!" All of a sudden Heisenberg wildly exclaimed, making all your body flinch.

"W-Why? Why not? Are you hurt?!"

"No, i am not hurt! I…i just…i just don't want you to see me like this…" Heavily Karl sighed, in total desperation lowering his head. 'I am a monster, Y/N, as you can see it for yourself. I am so sorry...I know, i should've told you about this much earlier. Forgive me for not doing that, if you can. Miranda…That goddamn bitch stole my humanity, by her fucked up experiments turned me into this disgusting abomination, and for this unforgivable deed, from minute to minute, she is going to pay by the cost of her miserable existence! As for you, my darlin', well...Now when you understood who or, heh, should i say, what i really am, i don't even dare to hope you will stay with me, let alone beg you to do so. You do remember, Y/N, that for you i wish nothing but the best, and therefore after Miranda's bloody demise you must leave straight away and forget about me once and for all. You shouldn't be anymore with a damned monstrosity that, unfortunately, will never be able to provide you with a happy normal life which you, my precious, have always been deserved…"

These bitter words pierced your entire being with a sharp arrow of unbearable pain, but it did not stop you from approaching your beloved and standing right before him without any fear.

"You can call yourself a monster as much as you wish, Karl, but…but i can't see any monster in front of me. All i can see right here and right now is the man who i love too much with every cell of my heart and each fiber of my soul, and neither mother Miranda nor this inhuman look of yours, you've never desired to possess, and no other power in the world will ever manage to change for you my feelings and push me away from you!"

When large tears uncontrollably flowed from your eyes, the lord raised his glance and looked at you in the greatest of astonishments, unable to believe in everything you had just said. With both your hands carefully you touched the skin on his face and placed a light gentle kiss on the bridge of his nose.

"I don't want to leave you! But...but if it's only possible-i am sure it is!-i would like to spend all eternity with you and you alone for without you, my dear, my life simply cannot be normal nor happy!"

And in a loving manner you leant your forehead against the lower jaw of the beloved one of yours.

"I am staying with you, Karl! I have made my choice. And i have made this choice consciously of my own free will. I am staying by your side, my love, no matter what happens, even if it means to inevitably die tonight!"

"Haha! Like hell we are going to die tonight, sweetheart!" Confidentely chuckled Heisenberg. "I am sure as hell it's too soon for us to die as right after me with my huge metal horde and our trustworthy allies burn Miranda's kindgdom to the fucking ground, our true breathtaking journey through life will only get started! So, what will you say, hm? Do you agree with me?"

"Yes, i agree with you." A genuine warm smile appeared on your lips. "I do absolutely agree with you..."

"Heisenberg!" To the unexpected sound of a loud male voice you turned around in order to see extremely tired yet determined to keep fighting to rescue from the tenacious claws of evil his little daughter Ethan Winters with the armed to the teeth Hound Wolf Squad team members led by captain Chris Redfield behind his back. "We're all ready! Are you coming?"

"Yes, hero-dad! I am already coming!" The freedom fighter responded lively, anticipating a forthcoming victory over his oppressor. "Haha! Just you wait, Miranda! Better start praying because the long-awaited moment to beat your crazy ass from the pedestal has finally come! Haha! I feel so alive!"

But before going and together with his comrades-in-arms participating the final tremendous battle against the leader of the Black God cult, Karl gave you the small vintage compass, he usually liked wearing on his neck, as a sworn promise that he would come back, come back to you, come back alive to begin to live the way both of you had always been vividly imagining in the wildest dreams of yours.

And pressing firmly his necklace to your chest, you didin't have the slightest doubts that Heisenberg would definitely fulfill this promise for you, for himself and for your brighter common future no matter what.

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colorfultyrantearthquake · 2 years

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Can't help falling in love with you | Bucky Barnes

Description: A therapist conquers the winter soldier's heart.

Warnings: very slight mentions of blood & domestic abuse. Nothing else (i guess?)

Words: 1500+

Notes: Some winter vibes amidst the burning heat of summer. No ideas why.

Let me know what u think, please. Requests are open❤️

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Snow fell heavily outside of the window on a cold morning at early November.

Footsteps echoed through the warm house as James made his way towards the kitchen, feet clad in white socks hitting the floor softly as he made himself a cup of tea. He looked out of the small living room window, noticing how the snow fell heavier than the day before. He despised winter.

One thing James was never capable of falling in love with, was winter. It reminded him of his other side, of the winter soldier, harsh and merciless.

It was only 6 in the morning but he couldn't fall back asleep, nightmares still visited him more often and sometimes, he really couldn't do anything about it. He stirred the components of the cup slowly as he felt his thoughts drift away to one dangerous place he always tried to keep himself off.

You.

James sighed as he remembered his therapist, you were beautiful. To say that you are beautiful was an understatement, in his eyes, you were a masterpiece.

He couldn't help the beat his heart skipped as your smile appeared in his head, or the sound of your laughter filling his ears. He felt the corners of his mouth tug a smile at the thought of your laugh. He always loved to hear it, it was the true medicine for his tormented soul.

It was one of the many things that kept him sane all the time. He wanted to be better and help himself just for you, he wanted to make you proud in hopes that one day you'll be able to see past the soldier, see who he really was and get to know the Bucky Barnes. He chuckled softly at the thought, not knowing whether to believe it or erase it completly from his mind.

He didn't really believe that he meant anything to this world anymore, except for Steve of course. Steve was the one who brought up the idea of having a therapist, and he was more than glad to accept it when he first laid eyes on you.

James sighed as he brought a chair and sat directly in front of the window, holding a blanket tighter around himself. Despite hating winter, you always told him that he must learn how to embrace things specially the ones he hates, to always try and see the good in them, you told him that you loved winter, that it was your favourite season, that was more than enough reason for him to sit down everyday in front of the window and watch the snow fall, he wanted to accept it as you told him, they weren't that different anyways.

At times when he felt like hating it and getting up, he would just picture you standing out there laughing heartily as you carried a bunch of snow in your delicate hands, he'd instantly forget any thoughts he had. His happy thoughts were soon halted as he remembered the cause of his agony.

You weren't single, and it seemed like you weren't going to be anytime soon, or that's what he thought. He felt disappointment crawl to his heart that was trying to hold itself whole. He's always seen how your eyes would light up when you look at him, or the way you'd always share your favourite things with him. If your relationship wasn't like this with the man you're engaged to, then why are you still beside this man?

He scoffed thinking about him, you've been engaged for 3 years, a year exactly before meeting Bucky. His name was Dylan, James never liked Dylan, brushing the idea of your engagement aside, he never saw Dylan as a man who'd be responsible for anything, he was selfish, he cared for no one, not even for you, he'd always focus on himself and try to get your attention at any costs but he'll never give you anything. Narcissist asshole.

James remembered the first time you attended your session with red, puffy eyes. He had never felt such anger and hate, he felt for the first time that he willingly wants to turn into the winter soldier and go rip his heart out. But that was clearly opposite to what therapy means.

Again, it wasn't his place to say anything in your life, he was just a patient for you anyways. James wasn't the least bit disturbed by you, but every time you showed up tired and defeated, with the excitement faded from your eyes, his heart fell into millions of pieces and he'd just try to do nothing but lift your spirit and make you feel better. He wanted to help you the same way you helped him, he loved you deeply like no one ever did, he was sure.

Soft melodies echoed from the radio on his right, yes a radio, he was never a man of technology, something about the classic stuff made him feel at ease. "Familiarity" he remembered your words when he told you about that.

"Wise men say... Only fools rush in"

Elvis' voice filled the room as the first melodies of 'Can't help falling in love' started. He felt his heart tug at the words.

"Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?"

A minute later, he was interrupted by a loud knock on his door, he placed his cup on the counter as he walked towards the door, the house still somewhat dark as he looked through the peephole.

You were standing outside, this was not a session. It's barely 6:30 in the morning. Hurriedly opening the door for you, he found you standing with your head bowed down, your small form shaking, you only had a light blue sweater with a pair of jeans that were ripped at your right knee where he saw dried blood there.

"Like a river flows

Surely to the sea"

"Goodness, Y/N. What the hell happened ?" He already knew what happened as he took you by the arm gently and lead you into his house. Once your body hit the warmth of his house you sighed in relief as he sat you down on his black couch facing the fire place, you started to tremble, sniffing. You couldn't speak. You were too tired and too shocked to speak. You started sobbing while rubbing your eyes, you hated crying, hated showing your weakness but the past hour held the most terrible events of your life.

"Y/N talk to me, love. What happened ?" James said softly as he looked at you closely, he saw bruises starting to form on your cheeks and a small cut on your right eyebrow, he saw your busted lip as small blood drops fell from it on his dark blue carpet. He took off the blanket and draped it around you holding it closely to your body.

You looked at the ground refusing to look at him, embarrassment filled you as you thought about telling him what happened. You knew he'd never hesitate to kill Dylan. You knew you should've ended it a long time ago.

His warm, flesh fingers moved to touch your chin softly making sure not to hurt you, bringing your face up as he kneeled down in front of you.

You brought yourself to look into his eyes only to find his face full of emotions, you couldn't read them all. You saw anger, sadness, worry, care, but most of all, you saw Love.

"Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be"

By now, you knew that your mind was making up things, you didn't care about anything as he pulled you into his hug and rubbed slow soothing circles on your back.

Slowly you found yourself break down, crying heavily in his embrace, you felt every bit of strength leave your body as you leaned into him harder, wanting nothing but to disappear from everything, everyone, you wanted him to hold you still and never let go of you.

"It's fine darling I'm here. I'm always here for you. Just calm down for me. Please" James said as he felt his heart clench tightly at the feeling of your hot tears on his T-shirt, he felt his heart tighten and strain as he remembered the bruises and cuts on your face.

You tried to calm your breathing as you focused on his soothing words and deep voice. You always felt safe around Bucky. You knew he was always capable of protecting you, take care of you properly, you just wanted safety, love, you wanted someone to be your home. You sobbed harder as you felt your whole world crashing down.

"Baby please stop you're hurting me." Bucky's strained voice reached your ears as he held you tighter against his body, you felt yourself slip to the floor as you held onto him. He was incapable of holding back anymore.

Sitting cross legged, he held you close as you started calming down, your breathing slowing to even intakes and outtakes as you had a death grip on his shoulders. You were afraid of letting him go feeling as if he was going to disappear. You just wanted him here, all the time.

"That's it, love. Just breathe." He sighed as he pushed you back slightly so he could see your face.

"I know it's Dylan, Y/N. If it weren't for you, I swear this man would've been dead for so long by now." James said as anger flashed in his eyes. "I don't need to know what happened, you don't have to talk about it now. Just breathe." He repeated while looking deep into your eyes. You nodded your head as you calmed down, feeling warm and safe. "I'll go get something in a second, okay? I'll be back before you know it" nodding your head again, he settled you down on the couch slowly as he disappeared into the apartment. He came back with a first aid box. He sat on his knees to be on the same level with your knee.

He started to clean the cuts on them and place bandages, all while trying not to hurt you or push too hard on the wounds with his metal arm. He wanted to make you feel comfortable and didn't want to cause you any form of hurt even if it was unintentional, he was always extra careful with you.

He finished cleaning your face as he looked at your knuckles to find dried blood there. He smiled a small, proud smile knowing that, at least, you tried and punched him.

You watched him intently as he took care of you, you sure had been a mess the last couple of months. You knew that Dylan had changed a lot and you felt yourself slowly start to fall in love with Bucky, you knew all the time but couldn't bring yourself to it.

Each time he took care of you and helped you through your worst times made you fall harder for him.

"Bucky ?" You said softly as you looked into his azure blue eyes that snapped at you quickly. You saw worry mask his face as he retreated his hands.

"Did I hurt you ? Did I wrap the bandage too tight for you ? Are you in pain?" He rushed as he started looking at your bandages from a distance while tracing his fingers over the wounds trying to see if it was too tight.

You leaned forward and caught both his hands in yours, his head snapped up in what seemed like fear, struggling to take his metal hand away from your grip, only for you to hold it tighter.

"Take my hand

Take my whole life, too"

"No Bucky, you didn't hurt me at all." You smiled as you saw his face relax.

"You scared me, love." James sighed as he looked at your hands in his, remembering his thoughts an hour ago, how the feeling of your hand in his felt so right, your body in his embrace like he held the world. He wanted to make you feel as special as you should always be, he wanted to treat you right.

James looked back at you as you kept your strong hold on his hands, he felt his heart skip beats as he felt himself get lost in your eyes. He gazed at you lovingly with so much softness that you felt like melting in your place. He really wanted to stop his thoughts and hopeless wishes but couldn't.

James hesitated as he thought about telling you his true feelings, he was scared of ruining what was between the both of you.

He was a man of taking risks, but when it came to you he always slowed down his thoughts, taking all the time to figure what you'd do and how you'd react.

But he knew that was his right moment.

He felt his palm sweat as he took a deep breath.

"Y/N, I have something to tell you." He looked at you then averted his gaze to the floor, he started rubbing the back of your hands in the softest of ways possible. "I have been wanting to say it for a while now but never found the right moment, I don't know if this is it or not, and I don't know what the right moment of yours should be, but all I know is that I have a few words to say to you." He paused as he took a deep breath.

You nodded your head encouraging him to proceed, he looked worried but what he was going to say was really making him feel annoyed for not saying it earlier, you felt tension visible in his shoulders, his eyes roaming through the whole room but never your eyes. He was nervous.

"I can't help falling in love with you, Y/N" Bucky said as he looked at your face.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at hearing his words, his eyes held emotions that couldn't be described.

You felt your heart swell and bloom at the tenderness and love radiating from his eyes, light pink shade found its way to your cheeks tinting them. You felt your breath hitch at his words, all your suppressed emotions flooding to the surface as you held his hand tightly.

"Give me an answer, Y/N. Please." His voice wavered slightly as his hands started shaking.

"James," you put one hand on his face as you calmed your breathing, "I have never felt such happiness before, you are all I ever hoped for, yes I had Dylan, but I knew that we weren't made for each other. You are mine, James. I was made to be yours, nothing would ever change what I felt when my eyes landed on you for the first time. Fireworks lit up my world, butterflies erupted in my stomach, my heart expanded and swelled wanting to take all of your pain away and pour the love that you've never had all over you.

I have been falling for you since I saw you James, I don't think I will ever be able to stop falling for you.

I love you, James."

By the time you were done, James was grinning widely, he shook his head in disbelief watching your hand covered with his. His dream was coming true for the first time in his miserable life.

He put both his hands on your face pulling you closer to him, his eyes studied your face lovingly, keeping all your features, he wandered to your lips as his fingers started caressing your face.

"You don't know how long I've waited for these words to leave your lips, Y/N. I believed this'd never happen but here we are, I will never love anyone as much as I love you, you are what holds me down, Y/N. You are everything."

Pulling back from him, you smiled tenderly in his direction, freeing all the love and care you held deep in your heart.

"For I can't help falling in love with you"

"James" you whispered softly.

"Y/N." he answered you, resting his forehead against yours while you rested your hand on his heart.

"How about falling together, just the two of us ?" You smiled widely at the way his face lit up.

"Always, my Y/N, always."

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NOVA - the journey

"Maz! Maz, where are you?!" Raine burst into the Dark Castle in full-on panic mode. Maz arrived at the top of the staircase with just as much panic in her eyes. She had an armed guard in her tow.

"What's happened?" She asked, rushing down the stairs to a breathless Raine.

"It's Nova! Dream... he... he took her!" Raine struggled to catch up with her own breath due to her sprinting across the realm from the arena all the way to the Queen's castle.

"Rao! Gather up your strongest men, now! I know exactly where he took her." She instructed the guard. With a huff and a stiff nod, he raced off. Maz started off as well before Raine stopped her.

"Wait! I'm coming with you!" She insisted.

"No fucking way. You're too much of a liability, princess. You're gonna get us all killed." Maz tried to walk away again but Raine grabbed her wrist with a force she wasn't aware she possessed. Maz looked at Raine's hand around her wrist and then up at her in enraged disbelief.

"Unhand me." She demanded plain and firm.

"No! Look, I don't know what your fucking problem with me is, but it's got to stop. At least until we find Nova."

"We aren't finding anyone." Maz snatched her arm away from Raine sharply. "I am taking capable soldiers with me and I am retrieving my Queen. You will stay put."

"I don't take orders from you! I am Queen consort, not you!" Raine felt a hot anger boil up inside of her. Maz nearly teleported, getting up dangerously close to Raine's face.

"It should be me!" She screamed before she realized what she had done and allowed her shoulders to slump. Raine was taken aback by her words and suddenly, it all clicked perfectly together in her mind.

"You— you're in love with her." She took a step back, stomach wrenching into knots as everything started making more and more sense. Maz lowered her eyes and heavily sighed.

"It matters not. We're wasting precious time. I need to find her. You can come if you want, but I am not saving your ass if anything happens." With this, she was off, and the girl was fast! Raine could hardly keep up. They approached a sort of tele-pad it seemed. Raine almost couldn't believe her eyes... almost. However, she quickly remembered the fact that she's in another realm, she is now immortal, and she's about to be betrothed to fucking Queen Lucifer Morningstar. Anything is possible.

"Here. Take this." Maz shoved a futuristic looking gun into Raine's hands and Raine immediately offered it back.

"No, no, no. I hate guns!" she held it away from her body using only her pinching fingers.

"Oh, grow up. You'll need that for where we're going." She locked eyes with the guard from earlier, who now had 3 other men with him. The man gave her a knowing nod and she returned the gesture. Neither of them said a word, yet somehow they both knew to go stand atop the tele-pad. Raine's brain didn't work quite as quickly.

"Well? Are you going to stand there looking pretty or are you going to bring your ass?" Maz snapped impatiently.

"Oh! Yes." Raine scrambled to get on the teleportation device. She locked eyes with Maz who made a show of rolling them— hard.

"Prepare for departure." Rao's deep, burly voice roared out. Raine nearly jumped out of her skin when he placed his gigantic hand on her shoulder.

"Teleportation is unlike anything you've ever experienced in your pathetic earthly life. The first and second trips will have horrid effects on you. You'll be dizzy, fatigued, and nauseated to say the very least. Don't say you weren't warned."

"Understood." Raine nodded, trying her damndest not to let it be seen that she was absolutely shitting bricks.

"You're not cut out for this." Maz smirked, seeing right through Raine's facade. Raine threw her an irritated look before quickly looking away. Raine knew Maz was probably right, she just hated the fact that Maz knew it as well.

"All clear." Rao announced before pushing a giant black button on a podium next to the tele-pad.

Beep.

Ding!

Takeoff felt just like the first drop of an 150 foot tall rollercoaster going 80 miles per hour. Raine felt as though her body were being stretched from top to bottom and her eyes were bulging out of her head. The pressure built and built until, suddenly, she was back in the Land of Dreams. Her chest heaved up and down heavily as she learned how to breathe again. Everyone around her seemed so unaffected and, though this was only Raine's first trip, she didn't want to be alone in what she was feeling. She quickly straightened up and composed herself.

"You're so full of shit, princess. It was only a 5 seconds trip." Maz's laughter sent Raine spinning into a sudden rage. Before she knew it, she found herself only an inch away from Maz's face.

"Let me tell you something, Mazikeen. I'm getting real sick and tired of your insecurities rearing its ugly fucking heads at me. I suggest you tackle them head-on instead of projecting your fucking bullshit my way. I am not the one you wanna fuck with. Now, I'm not sure what kind of binding curse has you attached to Nova, but when I'm Queen — and I will be Queen — I'll be sure to do everything in my power to make sure you fuck the fuck off. Understood?"

"Do not call me Mazikeen... ever." Maz's voice grew solid and cold as she took a half step toward Raine. As if they weren't already close enough.

"Commander, we have to get a move on." Rao interrupted.

"Right. We have to spread out to cover more ground. Rao, you take Farhu. Head north and scan the area. Dream has nightmares everywhere so be extra diligent."

"Yes, Commander." Rao responded in his low, gruff voice before scurrying off with one of the soldiers.

"Krag will cover the east side, Adok will cover west."

"Yes, Commander." They nodded and hurried away. Maz turned and looked Raine in the eyes, lifted her slender finger pointing into Raines chest, and dropped her tone to a cold sort of hum.

"You're with me. Keep up and don't get killed. Remember, I'm not saving your ass." Maz was sure to reiterate.

"You just worry about yourself, Commander." Raine responded mockingly, earning a satisfying look of annoyance from Maz before she turned and nearly sprinted away. Raine rolled her eyes and immediately followed, jumping over rocks and craters like a fucking parkour athlete. Finally, Maz slowed to a halt about 70 feet away from the front of a strangely familiar building.

"That's it." Maz whispered, crouching down behind a giant boulder.

"That's what, exactly?" Raine whispered back, following suit.

"The Crypt of Anesidora. That's where Dream is keeping Nova. The Crypt contains magical properties which, ironically, will strip the magical abilities away from anyone imprisoned." Maz trailed off for a moment, her eyes glossing over.

"Where did you go just then?" Raine asked, curious. Maz was silent for a beat and Raine was growing restless. "Just... forget it." she mumbled.

"Do you know what it's like to live century after century so close to the one you love, yet so far? Trying everything you can in your power to make her see in you what you see in her? Do you know what it's like to finally get what you have been craving one time and then never have it so much as mentioned again? As if you were her little plaything and nothing more?" Maz was so filled with anger that she could no longer hold a whisper. She had forgotten they were to be disclosed, still, and quiet.

"Wait... hold on. It was you that Nova brought to the Land of Desire?" Raine was taken aback.

"Yes, that was me. The one time. There has been others, though. Many, many others. Then you came along. I knew something was up when she started spending so much time in the Earth realm, I just didn't think she had fallen in love with a bloody morgoe." She concluded with disgust.

"The fuck is a morgoe?" Raine's face twisted up with confusion.

"A filthy, Earth-native mortal creature." Maz spat in her direction with an evil grin.

"Real mature. Fuck you, by the way."

"Shhh! It's time." Maz's attention had snapped back to the guards at the entrance.

"Time for what?" Raine whispered back, ducking lower than before.

"Shift switch. There's always exactly forty seconds in between shifts that the doors are unguarded. That's all the time we have, so be swift, be careful and follow my lead."

"Got it." Raine readied her gun and put her game face on. She was definitely nervous as hell and she felt as though she'd absolutely puke, but the love of her very long life was in there, so she had to do everything she could to get her out. They watched in eerie silence as the guards prepared to leave. As soon as they were out of sight, Maz sprinted toward the large stone doors of the crypt.

"This bitch." Raine mumbled to herself before following suit. Once inside, Maz stayed low and raised her gun, looking around for any signs of trouble.

"Go left, I'll go right. The hallway wraps around, so if we don't find Nova, we'll meet in the middle. Don't get killed." Maz instructed before she hurried off.

"Gee, thanks." Raine replied to no one as she began to walk the halls. She could hardly believe her luck, as the first room she peeked into contained the very prize she had been hoping she'd find.

"Nova!"

"Hello, my love…”

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Okay. They asked for it, and I am unleashed.

All those seasons of noting and storing every tiny hint, finally put to good use.

I present:

Why That Twist makes no sense at all.

(spoilers for DS9 S5E16, and many episodes along the way. this is a thorough analysis of everything wrong with that episode's revelation.)

First, I'll go over what little may support this plotline.

We know that Bashir either has no family or a poor relationship with them.

Evidence:

Armageddon Game - When Sisko believes Bashir has been killed, he asks Dax to "find out how I can contact Julian's family". Clearly this isn't a family he speaks about much or has introduced to his Starfleet circle.

Homefront - Before Odo leaves for Earth, O'Brien asks him to check on his family. Odo asks Bashir if he can do a similar favour, and is answered negatively.

However...

In "Melora", Bashir says his father was a Federation diplomat on some remote planet. Is this the irresponsible drifter we see onscreen? It hardly seems likely.

Let me also note that mirror!Bashir doesn't seem developmentally disabled in any way, and surely he wouldn't have had access to this gene therapy? (this doesn't prove anything, though - it could just support our Bashir's indignation that his parents made this decision after judging a six-year-old.)

Now, to break down the actual claims of the episode.

First, the idea that Bashir's physical ability has been greatly improved - to practically superhuman levels, if that ending "gag" (I use quotes because it feels incredibly mean-spirited and I hate it but that's another matter) is to be believed.

This is pretty easy to contradict.

He's a good athlete, yes. Captain of the Academy racquetball team according to "Rivals", and a good enough tennis player to at least consider playing professionally - the statement in "Melora" that he was out of his depth in official tournaments seems to be contradicted by "Distant Voices", but this is said by someone trying to mentally break him and he doesn't seem fazed by the claim.

But surely if that were the case, we wouldn't see him lose fights nearly as often?

He gets better at defending himself with time, but is rarely able to take on a capable opponent single-handedly. If I may make an analysis...

Dax - His combat style is clumsy and amateurish. He goes down within seconds. This could be attributed to being unprepared for a fight, but considering how easily the guard takes him out I'm highly skeptical.

The Storyteller - He bursts into combat to help O'Brien fend off an attacker, but is barely able to hold his own; in fact, he becomes the one in danger after intervening, and it's O'Brien who pulls the now-distracted opponent off him.

The Alternate - His struggles appear to be completely useless here, from what I can tell the tentacle releases him of its own accord.

Armageddon Game - He spends most of the fight taking cover, and when he does attack it's from behind. His tactics are again clumsy, his struggle to take down one man very obvious besides O'Brien's skill.

The Wire - Garak has a lot more experience, and he's holding back so as not to hurt a friend. Even with that considered, though, he doesn't come off too well.

Crossover - He manages to stun a guard and grab a phaser. Considering how he goes about it though, I honestly think he got lucky and the guard simply wasn't expecting anything of the kind.

The Search pt 1 - The fight scene is difficult to follow, but he seems to knock down one soldier and then get pinned. His combat style does look marginally better, I think.

Past Tense pt 1 - He takes down one man, then seems equally matched with the other. At the very least his technique has improved.

Our Man Bashir - The opening scene doesn't count, as it's very obviously programmed to happen the way it does. I'd say it's pretty telling that he only grazes Garak, though - holding back on a friend could be an excuse here, but if the dialogue is to be believed he was shooting to kill. And surely, with his supposed skill, he wouldn't have missed?

Nor The Battle To The Strong - This is an extreme situation, but it's still possible that improved reflexes should have enabled him to reach the runabout without being knocked out.

By Inferno's Light - He takes an occupied Jem'Hadar by surprise with an improvised knife. This is the most effective he's ever been at close quarters, and honestly I was surprised even allowing for the fact that he's not unarmed.

Honestly, after actually going through every fight he's involved in he's even less of a soldier than I thought.

And that's not mentioning that he and O'Brien are canonically evenly matched at darts according to "Accession", and the excuse that he's been letting O'Brien win feels very feeble considering he could have done the same with Morn if he were rigging the game for fairness.

I think the idea of physical enhancement is adequately debunked.

When it comes to the mental side, things appear less clear. There's no doubt that he's highly intelligent, so I won't contest that. (Note, however, that according to Dax in "Armageddon Game", he had to work very hard to graduate as well as he did - and we know from multiple accounts that he only graduated second in the end.)

What I will take issue with, however, is psychology. He doesn't act like a person in his situation would be expected to, and we get no hint of it from our looks into his mind.

Begin psychological profile, Dr. Julian Subatoi Bashir.

Comes in very naïve, even dangerously so. His early episodes have shades of Simon Tam to me: a pampered boy from a wealthy family, who's had everything handed to him until he didn't. This is what I expected out of his backstory reveal.

Highly extroverted, slightly in love with his own voice. Enjoys making new friends (and lovers), but gets nervous around less outgoing people. Doesn't always pick up on social cues like when to shut up.

"Ambitious" is the word used in-universe, but I think "enthusiastic" might be a better descriptor. He wants to see everything, do everything, have every exciting experience he can.

Very self-assured, bordering on arrogant. He's thoroughly aware of his skill in the medical field, and proud of it.

Excellent bedside manner, and high emotional intelligence. More than any other character, he can handle difficult emotional situations competently and give good advice, especially on matters of the heart.

Always determined to come out on top, whatever the odds.

Gentle and compassionate, unable to let anyone suffer or die when there's the slightest chance of saving them. Refuses to become hardened or cynical in the face of a moral dilemma.

And he does have a very boyish side to him, delighting in role-play and friendly banter.

As to his inner conflicts, we have little information.

To return to "Armageddon Game", Dax says that his school diaries mention a constant fear of failure. (We'll be coming back to those diaries one last time before this is over)

In "Distant Voices", Altovar tries to rattle him by claiming he always gives up when a situation gets tough. We see this to be false on countless occasions, though, including in that same episode.

The only real insecurity we see from him is in "Explorers", when the valedictorian of his class arrives on the station, and it seems he still hasn't gotten over placing second. As it turns out, his competitive streak has misled him and he mentally blew the situation far beyond its actual status.

Now, let's compare that to how this backstory reveal would likely have affected him.

Being developmentally delayed as a child is actually a detail I like. It explains his tenacity and pride in his accomplishments. Unfortunately, that's just about all I approve of here.

At the age of around fifteen, he finds out that his parents, disappointed by his early struggles, had him genetically enhanced to remedy them.

The people whose job it was to care for and support him decided that, instead of trying to figure out why their son was having difficulties or accept that, at the age of six, he was lagging behind his peers, it would be easier to have him fixed through radical alteration.

(I'm not going to discuss the parents' side of the story or whether the justification holds up. It's not their psyches being examined here.)

A teenage boy, shining at everything he does and happy at his success, realises that he was born a totally different person.

He feels betrayed, all his accomplishments suddenly undermined. He feels as though his true self were murdered in that hospital as a six-year-old; himself a literal changeling, a perfect child replacing fallible humanity.

(This casts an interesting light on his being the only cast member effectively replaced by the in-universe changelings, let alone twice. But as I refuse to consider this twist canon, it won't be analysed here.)

And he knows, or soon finds out, that if this were ever made public, his life and his parents' would both be destroyed.

So:

He has a life-changing secret to keep. The people responsible for him betrayed that trust when he was too young to understand what was being done.

Would he really be so naïve about humanoid nature?

Would he not only allow but encourage Dax to read his diaries, even if he thought he'd edited out everything suspicious?

Would he be outgoing and eager to make friends, when every close relationship is a new person to guard his words around?

Would he be so pleased with his talent, knowing how he came by it and feeling so guilty about those means?

So excited by intrigue and espionage, when he himself kept such a deadly secret?

And would he be so willing to forgive those who hurt him, if that first betrayal is always there to torment him?

I don't know about you, but I highly doubt it.

#the julian bashir chronicles #very long post this was more work than I anticipated oops #opinions welcome I probably messed *something* up in this huge polemic #space station squad #deep space nine

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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After a Second Viewing and Much Consideration: The Boys E7, Take 2! 😁

Dear Soldier Boy - Please stop being so beautiful when you're SUCH an asshole. Or better yet, stay beautiful, and stop. being. an asshole!

K, now that that's out of the way, you can find my much shorter, original reaction to the episode, here. (There are major spoilers to be found if you click on it. Just a head's up.) It was a lot to take in at first! 😜

Tons of spoilers and a few gifs under the cut:

Okay, on second viewing can I just say that as horrifying as it is to watch SB is in this episode, Jesus Christ Jensen is a FUCKING insanely good actor. I mean, not like this is news to any of us, but sometimes he still manages to blow me away. 🤯

Because in spite of all the evil SB has shown himself to be capable of, Jensen still manages to give the character layers. Obviously he is FULL of, not only TM, but a poisonous kind of rage and hate, yet I still saw moments of vulnerability. Brief and fleeting, and quickly smashed aside with some, as Hughie would call it, "Marlborough Man" BS, but they were there nonetheless. Like these moments:

Kimiko (and Butcher a couple episodes ago) said the V doesn't change you, it just enhances what was already there. So, I wanna know how and why SB was so full of hate and anger to begin with, that now it's at absolutely horrifying levels? Where did that come from?

It was amazing to see how much of Butcher's dream showed him to be so much like SB, full of rage, and focused on "the mission" at all costs. And his actions at the end with Hughie absolutely broke my heart. I'm hoping to GOD that there's an ulterior motive behind what he's doing, that he has some kind of plan that will redeem him.

I'm also hoping against hope that SB is lying to HL, for some kind of ulterior motive, as well. But I'm definitely not holding my breath on that one.

What I actually think is going to happen, is MM and Noir and gonna team up to take down SB. They both have ample reason to hate him. Just a theory.

Anyway, other moments from the episode that I loved:

Kimiko CHOOSING to take the V again so she can protect her family. 😞😩🥺

Starlight filming HL and getting all that stuff on RECORD!! Don't know how he's gonna try to get away from that! 🎉🎉

I found some interesting parallels and differences between The Legend and SB. So, back in the 80s they were both happy to be living large, SB did shit, TL covered it up. He knew all SB's bullshit and helped him get away with it. (MM even said TL helped cover up his Grandfather's death) TL said he produced that horrifying, culturally appropriating, misogynistic, gross video that SB made. So he was right by SB's side, and then "profited from all of it", as he says. So, there are the parallels.

It's very clear, however, that TL is now quite regretful and mostly disgusted by the things they did.

So, as far as I can see, the differences between TL and SB is that TL was awake, alive and kicking, while change was happening in the world and within our society. He could change and grow with the world - learn, mature, age. I'm not saying if SB was around he would have necessarily changed. But I think it's an interesting point the show is making in showing that change is possible; it's not inevitable, but people can grow, even if it's in small ways, over time.

MM punching out that piece of shit, Todd! I know it was bad his daughter witnessed it, but he had it coming!! She's not your kid, asshole!! And he DID put her in so. much. danger.

I felt like the stuff with The Deep was just kinda thrown in there, kind of tacked on to the episode. For comic relief, no doubt, but mostly I just wanted to get back to the other storylines.

Omg!! A-Train is ALIVE and apparently back in the game. 😲 Except, I'm wondering whether he will still be happy to go along with Vought's BS. Interested to see where that goes.

Yay for Hughie's breakthrough, and for Starlight saying she's gonna save Hughie. 😊❤️

The first time through, there was just TOO much to take in. But second time around...still too much to take in. Lol!! But I could get past my shock with

THAT ENDING!!!!!!!

to appreciate more of the episode.

Now a few more gifs:

First, just JFC - I'm going to hell for finding this hot - I know it.

Jesus Christ! 🤦🏼‍♀️🤯🤦🏼‍♀️🤯🤦🏼‍♀️🤯

What was going on in the couple times this ⬇⬇⬇ happened? I'm so curious?

This second little nod to SPN 😁:

And lastly, I'll repeat my original issue - why are you SO UNBELIEVABLY HOT, when you are SUCH a dick? It is absolutely unfair!

This is my cycle of emotions when SB is on screen:

🥵🤬😭🥵🤬😭

Dreading and drooling for the finale next week!

#the boys s3 #the boys s3 spoilers #soldier boy #jensen ackles #hughie campbell #butcher #kimiko #frenchie #long post

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Jealous

Billy Russo x reader

Warnings : smut, enemies to lovers, Billy being a dick, slightly manipulative and dark Billy, but very little, possessive Billy, slight pubblic sex, swearing, unprotected sex, oral (f)

18+, minors do not interact!

A huge thank you to @whor-3-crux for sending me this request and making me dream about enemies to lovers with Billy Russo 🥰

Being a woman in a man dominated field has always been difficult, but your father made it a lot easier. Even if you were his first and only child, he never forced you to take over the family business, you joined voluntarily, loving it more than your dad could ever imagine.

Your firm has always been the strongest and most respected company in New York, providing military and personal security services all around the states.

Things started to change when Billy Russo entered the scene. Your father was not worried when he heard about an ex-marine founding his new business, believing it was destined to end as quick as it started; he never thought the military to be smart enough to become competition, but he was wrong. Billy proved himself to be brilliant and capable, and his connection as an ex-marine came in handy, providing him with a bunch of skilled ex soldiers working for him. His past as a marine was impressive, 134 confirmed kills and 3 tours in Iraq, but that was not what made Anvil so successful; Billy was charming and he gained buyers’ trust easily.

For the first couple of years he mostly worked in Iraq and Afghanistan. But then he started renting facilities to Homeland, getting more and more private contracts in New York. You really started worrying when you met him during a convention; he was so charismatic, so passionate and determined in getting what he wanted, and that made you realize just how dangerous he was.

He walked to you with a big smirk, his hand shaking yours first, and then your father’s. He knew who you were and he was never disrespectful; he was arrogant, demanding, pompous and vain, but never disrespectful. He always listened carefully during your presentations, he saw you as a real threat, and deep down he even admired you.

When you received the call inviting you and your father at the inauguration of Billy’s new facility you were feral. “It’s normal business courtesy, my dear, we always do the same.” That’s what your dad told you, along with “You’re gonna have to attend alone, I’ll be in Chicago that day.” You internally pouted and whined for the entire week; you didn’t want to confront him alone. He was more reverential with your dad, an old habit from the marine to respect the elderly, but when you were alone he was unbearable. Smitten, trying to gain every drop of information he could, casually mentioning every little success he had.

But the public image of a company was definitely crucial, and your father didn’t want him to think you were rude, or worse afraid, so here you are now, sitting in the first line, spotting Billy and his partner Frank standing next to each other before walking up the stage. He always looked so confident and calm, his hair perfectly styled back, his figure tall and dominant in those tailored suits.

He liked to be the center of attention, he was comfortable and bold while speaking in front of all those people, and he had everyone hanging on his words.

You hated him, he was a pain in your ass, a threat for your family business, a cocky bastard that took every chance he had to tease you and overpower you, but oh if you loved his voice. It felt like velvet, smooth and captivating, you could listen to him for hours. He was also the most attractive man you’ve ever met, which made this whole hating him thing very difficult.

You’re now standing next to the catering, chatting with Patrick. You were ready to leave as soon as the presentation ended when he approached you; you’ve known each other for a couple of years, he’s the son of one of your dad’s dearest friends and he’s now taking over the company, specialized in bulletproof vests. Your relationship was not only strictly professional, he was a dear friend. He understood how difficult it was to be taken seriously by older people, even when you had experience and knowledge.

He’s laughing at your whispered comment about Mr. Brown falling asleep and snoring during the speech, his hand on your shoulder as he tries to compose himself, when you hear someone clearing their throat behind you. You slowly turn, meeting Billy’s dark eyes.

“Y/L/N, so glad you made it. You all alone?” he smiles, his gaze moving between you and Patrick.

“My father couldn’t make it today, but i know how to find company” you smile tightly as you gesture towards the tall man at your side.

“Patrick Jensen, from Jensen Enterprise. Pleasure to meet you” Billy shakes his hand, staring at him “Yes, I know how you are, the pleasure is all mine”

Mr. Jensen calls his son, smiling kindly at you from a couple of feet away as he chatters with possible buyers. Patrick excuses himself before leaving you alone with Billy.

“I didn’t know your contract with Jensen included fucking each other, your dads must be so proud” your eyes widen at his comment. Russo is a dick, but he’s never been so personal and offensive. You’re taken aback for a moment, before looking up at him.

“I didn’t know your contract with Homeland included you fucking Madami, you must be so proud of yourself.” you smile at him, leaving your flute on the table behind you before walking away.

You envied Madami, she was confident, strong, sure of her potential. And she was hot, probably the hottest woman you’ve ever met, so you were not surprised when you spotted her and Billy out in a pub a couple of weeks before. You knew part of your jealousy towards her was because she was sleeping with Billy, something you deep down craved but that you never had the courage to admit yourself.

You join Patrick and his dad, shaking hands and forcing smiles to the men in front of you. This is definitely the worst part of your job; you’ve never been a people’s person, you’re more the type to watch the training session, or even to stay in the office, going through buyers and sellers to find the best offer. But this, this whole circus of false smiles was never something you liked. So you feel exhausted when you meet Patrick in the closet, thanking him when he keeps your coat open for you. You slide in it, hugging him goodbye when you move back to take your purse.

You’re suddenly dragged into an empty room, your wrists above your head as your back slams against the wall. You yelp in pain, your leg up to kick at the aggressor but Billy’s hand is quick to stop your knee from colliding with his stomach.

“Pretty feisty I see” he smirks “It’s very rude to fuck at someone else’s convention, don’t you think? Also, I thought you had better taste”

“You are completely out of your mind, Russo. Who I fuck is not your business, so let go of me”

He smirks, releasing your wrists, his hands moving down the sides of your body, trapping you between the wall and his hard chest.

“Got a pretty mouth on you, mh?” he leans closer, his hands brushing your waist through your coat “You were gonna leave without saying goodbye to the host? So rude darling” he grins, slightly shaking his head as he looks down at you.

“Goodbye” you huff, pushing his arm away and walking to the door. He grabs your hips, bringing you back against his body, pressing hard against you.

“Don’t think this is a proper goodbye” he whispers against your ear, making you shiver “Been trying to get some alone time with you for months. But you’re always at your dad’s side, aren’t you? And now that he’s not here, that Jensen guy has the gut to have his hands all over you” his nose brushes against your neck, a quiet moan leaving your mouth as he kisses your sweet spot.

You snap out of your trance, moving away from his body and turning back to look up at him.

“What the hell are you doing? This is unbelievable.” you scoff, a nervous smile forming on your lips as you step back “I don’t care if your cute Homeland agent is not here to warm your dick, leave me alone”

His brows raise as he slightly moves his chin up, looking at you with a smirk. “You jealous, little one? A little bit hypocrite of you to care about who I sleep with when you’ve been hooking up with that blonde, up thight assh-” you cut him off, raising your voice “I didn’t have sex with Patrick, stop saying that!”

He’s leaning closer, pushing you back against the wall with a smirk “What was that, pretty girl?”

“I said I didn’t sleep with Patrick, we’re just friends.” you say, your voice softer as you look down at your shoes. He hums, uttering a “good girl” before moving his face closer to yours. You clench at his words, freezed in your spot as he brushes his nose against your jaw. “Been planning this for months. I had to hack into your dad’s agenda to find a date when he was gonna leave town so I could get you all for myself. You’ve been playing very difficult to get, little one” he’s trailing kisses down your neck as he speaks. You’re weak on your legs, gripping his jacket tight to keep your balance.

He hacked into your father's personal agenda, you know your company has a better security system but you still wonder if he got his hands on other files. You should be worried, you should push him away and run home, but his words only make you shiver in anticipation, your heart racing as his sweet, smooth voice embraces you.

“The first time I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. But when you got on stage and presented your new project I got so hard I had to jerk myself in the bathroom.” he grunts, his hands moving up your shoulders to slide your coat off as you move your fingers under his jacket, brushing against his shirt. “Such a smart little thing, aren’t you? Can’t wait for you to be mine, we’ll be unstoppable together”

His mouth works wonders on your skin, making your panties dump in a matter of seconds as you clench his shirt into your fists, bringing him closer. “Billy…”

“Mh? You’re gonna be a good girl and let me have a taste of this sweet cunt?”

You can’t help the loud moan that escapes your mouth, and you’d be embarrassed by it if you weren’t so focused on his hot body against yours. You nod slightly, moving your face up to meet his as he moves back. He smirks, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip.

“I’ve been wanting you for so long. I wanted to do this properly, taking you out, courting you as you deserve. But I got so fucking mad when I saw those prick’s hands on you. You’re mine” he groans before leaning down to finally brush his lips against yours.

He’s impressively delicate, kissing your bottom lip and gently tugging at it before sliding his tongue into your mouth, claiming you hungrily.

You feel drunk, his smell making your head dizzy, his mouth taking away every last bit of resistance in your body before you let yourself go. You lean up against him, your fingers brushing up his neck, nails scratching his skin and making him moan into your mouth. You kiss him back fervently as he bends down slightly and moves his hands on the back of your thighs, picking you up. He moves around, settling you down on a desk as you start unbuttoning his shirt. He moves his face back, smirking against your lips as you pout, his hands sliding up and down your legs till he reaches the zip of your skirt. He kisses you one last time before bending down, a peck on your knee as he throws your skirt away.

You try to close your legs, embarrassed by the way you just wet your panties but he keeps them open, his eyes dark as he looks down at you, leaning to kiss your navel through the lace, moaning loudly.

“So fucking wet for me, look at her. Been wanting me too, darling? Dreamed about fucking me in my office?” he smirks, leaving another kiss to your clothed clit when you nod, your cheeks red as you bite your lip.

“Such a good girl” he groans, pushing the fabric away, pulling you closer, your ass against the edge of his desk as he moves your legs on his shoulders. He looks up at you, his eyes dark as he waits for your consent, and you nod again. “Words, darling” he chuckles, his thumb brushing against your thigh.

“Please Billy, I want you.” you whimper. It’s the only reassurance he needs before he spits on your clit, wrapping his mouth around it as you moan loudly, your hand in his hair to keep him close.

He eats at your pussy like a man starved, his long, thick fingers teasing at your entrance as he sucks on your bud, making you clench your legs around his head.

You’re a moaning mess, bucking your hips against his face as he pushes two long digits inside of you, curling them till he finds your sweet spot, making you cry. “Right there, little girl?” he’s smirking, his face wet from your juices. He’s so fucking proud of himself when he has you cumming and clenching around him, his fingers pushing deep inside you as he opens you up. He keeps lapping at your cunt till you push him away, overstimulated, and his eyes lock with yours as he grins, kissing your leg before standing back up. He keeps his fingers inside you, slightly curling them, and he kisses you hard, making you moan as you taste yourself on his lips.

You keep him close by his hair, your legs wrapping around his hips as you push him against your body. He moves his hands away from your pussy, making you whimper as he starts unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down in one single motion. You reach down to wrap your hand around his cock, gasping against his mouth as you start jerking him. “Big” you whimper, your thumb sliding against his tip before you bring it up to your lips, moaning at his taste.

His eyes are dark on you, feral as he claims your mouth again, stroking himself briefly before pushing inside you, your eyes locked together as you both moan loudly.

“Mine” he growls, moving his mouth on your shoulder, biting down slightly as he starts rocking into you, slow hard thrust pushing you against the cold glass of his desk. You move your hands under his open shirt, scratching at his torso as you moan.

Billy groans louder, his pace picking up as you start marking his skin. His mouth is back on yours, swallowing every sounds coming out of you as he fucks harder into you.

“So good for me, little one. All mine” he moves his thumb between your bodies, circling your clit slowly, grinning as you clench around him, spasming and moaning through your orgasm. He’s following you soon after, his mouth sucking at your neck as he thrust a couple of times inside you before filling you up.

You’re both panting, trying to catch your breath. You stay like this for a couple of minutes before he moves his face away from your neck, looking down at you with a boyish smile.

“Can I take you out on a date?”

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rayofsunas · 3 years

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pretending you’re not his s/o. [1]

A/n: happy Thursday!! whew, the week is almost over thank goodness. I hope you’re all doing well and thank you for being patient while I knock out these requests <333 Scaramouche’s is long for obvious reasons (I simp) ALSO thank you for 800 followers, I hit that milestone yesterday ahagdwcsh omg I’m growing so much wtf. thank you all :) <33

Summary: the boys having to pretend their s/o is their secretary, maid, friend, etc. (someone other than their s/o)

Parings: Childe/Reader, Venti/Reader, Kaeya/Reader, Diluc/Reader, Albedo/Reader, Aether/Reader, Xiao/Reader, Chongyun/Reader, Xingqiu/Reader, Scaramouche/Reader, Razor/Reader, Bennett/Reader, Zhongli (fem and gn mixed)

Warnings: violence tbh (in Scara’s especially chile), swearing, crack, angst?, fluff

Word count: 1.7k

Requested by bestie @mintydump

Refuses (tells people you’re his s/o and compromises the mission)

Childe: for some odd reason, he was sent out by the Tsaritsa to retrieve a man who was impersonating one of the eleven harbingers and you were to go along. she said men were much more willing to follow along, if there was a beautiful woman promising affection, etc. the only problem was, to win over the impersonator, you had to pretend to be Childe’s co-worker. he hated this idea, and the minute he left, he reassured you he would not call you his partner unless it was romantically. so hell yeah, he’ll compromise the mission and will return without the impersonator. he does not care, you’re not his co-worker. he’ll just be like, “sorry, next time send me alone.”

Venti: jean why... ofc you'd be great company duh, but why did you need to be his babysitter on this expedition?!? sure, Venti may look like a child, but this was stupid! he’s loose-lipped anyways, so he’ll accidentally let it slip to whoever that you’re not his babysitter and that you’re his s/o. he’ll be like, “oops.” with the biggest shit-eating grin. he doesn’t care though, you’re not his babysitter grrr.

Razor: he also accidentally lets it slip you’re his s/o. hunters were after him and his friends, you included (you’re human, he considers you family though, therefore wolf) and he just yells, “don’t touch my mate, GRRR” before ya know, ending them lmao. it never crossed his mind that maybe it wasn’t in his/your best interest to say what you were to him. other hunters could be nearby listening and then target you at a later date. but, tbh he will worry about that another day. as long as you’re safe now, he’ll always be there to protect you.

Refuses (he doesn’t refuse the mission, but he refuses calling you someone other than his s/o/he won’t say if you’re his s/o or not.)

Kaeya: he definitely won’t be calling you anything other than his s/o but he also won’t offer this mission to anyone else. he’s more than capable and he can do this without you having to be in danger too. if someone asks who you are, he’ll just cooly respond with, “none of your business.” and move on. he’ll use that whenever someone asks who you are. even if someone gets a little pushy, he won’t use anything to clue them of your relationship.

Xingqiu: he was supposed to borrow steal a book from someone. he needed it for personal purposes lol; it would be great for his collection. and from his understanding, the person who has it wasn’t using it. though you were confused on why he needed to break into somewhere to retrieve it. you just happened to be with him when he broke in, he says it was an accident that you were there, but tbh it’s all part of the thrill and his mischievousness. despite Chongyun warning him that he shouldn’t have brought you, he still did. and when the person who owns the book whips out a sword and then asks why you were brought along if you seemed timid and unreluctant to steal, Xingqiu’s response is, “well she’s my girlfriend! duh.” cue deadpan. legit no hesitation.

Scaramouche: this mission is happening no matter what. the Tsaritsa’s life is on the line; highly trained assassins from all over Teyvat were sent into Snezhnayan territory to kill her. she could protect herself, but Scaramouche was feeling feverish for battle; he was one of the more unhinged and dangerous harbingers, she entrusted this task upon him. he never turned down a mission. plus, it’s your fault you’re even here. why are you here again!? he left you home in Inazuma days ago. also... who the hell was looking after your daughter if not you...?? when you caught up with him once he was well away from Liyue Harbor’s docks (so he couldn’t force you to get back onto the ship, smart) you told him you weren’t some housewife and you missed the thrill of adventure, so you snuck on the ship too. he wasn’t sure how you got on in the first place without alerting The Kanjobugyo (you’ve snuck out before, so he’s told them not to let you leave, though he assumed you used your former title of a Fatui to gain clearance) let’s just say he’s not happy you’re here, but he’s not turning back now, he’s determined to end this. in the end, he kills all the assassins (ofc). on your way back to Liyue Harbor, arguing about why you’re here (you’re losing), another assassin comes out of the shadows; intent on killing the both of you. he’d managed to grab the end of your hair in his fist and was going to slit your throat. Scaramouche will say, “don’t touch my wife, you insolent scum.” he doesn’t have a problem telling those who have a death wish of your intimate relationship, because they’ll die in the end anyway; therefore to him, it’d be like they never knew.

Zhongli: not many people know you’re his s/o anyways, so if he has something to do, especially dangerous you’re not coming along. he’ll make sure of that. on missions or something, he refuses to call you anything other than his s/o, but if he can’t/wants to keep it private he’ll call you by your name. if you’re facing off against someone, he’ll be like, “y/n, please watch out, I’ll handle this.” he never wants to put you in danger, and tbh even someone threatening who knows your name is a risk, but if they ever found out that you were not only his s/o but the s/o of an Archon? yeah, you’d be on a hit list just like him.

Accepts (he will do this and won’t ask any questions)

Diluc: sorry y’all, but once this is discussed in full and you agree, he’s going to accept it. this mission is important. it’s not often people travel into Inazuma, so he was very lucky his wine is sold there and that he has a popular, well-known name. shipments of his wine weren’t making it into the borders and he was to find the culprit behind it; someone was stealing obviously. you were to go along with a few other soldiers and when jean told him it would be safer to call you his maid and not his fiancé, he agreed. you wouldn’t be a target that way. if anyone wonders why he took his maid, he’ll just say, “she’s to travel everywhere with me.” don’t worry, after the missions over he’ll reassure you he doesn’t think of you as his maid, definitely not. he’ll apologize profusely. “please don’t think of yourself that way, you’re not my maid, I adore you very much, sweetheart.”

Xiao: he already doesn’t go around calling you his wife or telling just anyone, only the Archons know and the fallen Yaksha once knew (you’re one of the female Yaksha) so being talked into this wasn’t a big deal at all. before, he didn’t run around Liyue telling people about your relationship because you both enjoyed the privacy. but now, having to call you his fellow Yaksha who’s been working alongside him for centuries, kinda feels like he’s ignoring or not acknowledging you. sure, you do hold the same titles (Yaksha) and yes you’ve known eachother for centuries, but really, you’ve been together for centuries. if you’re not bothered, then he doesn’t mind. but if you are? he’s very apologetic and will repay you in some way. “you’re not a weakling, you have no reason to worry.” he needs to do this task, he’ll never turn away from the people and if you have to be known as your Yaksha title to him and others, so be it.

Chongyun: it’s not that he doesn’t want to call you his s/o. it’s just he’s a quiet guy and never has told anyone about your relationship; only Xingqiu knows. so he has no problem introducing you as his friend to absolute strangers, especially if you’re okay with it. if you’re not and tell him, he’ll be sure to never call you a friend again. he’s really looking out for your safety, people can be two-faced as he’s learned from Xingqiu’s fantasy books. he wants to protect and keep you safe, and if you need to be addressed as his friends a few times then that’s how it’s going to go.

Accepts (he’ll accept but he has so many questions on why and hates it)

Albedo: he will accept if there’s a logical reason. for example, if you absolutely need to come because you’re his assistant or something and can offer your expertise, he will accept. but if you have no need? you’re not coming, please stay home. the whole time, he hates this. yes, you’re his assistant irl, but you’re his s/o, not just an assistant. it makes him sick that he has to call you that tbh, even if it’s your occupation. but it’s necessary for a lot of reasons you two have already discussed. after the mission is complete, he’s never going to stop apologizing. “love, please do not take what I said to heart, you’re not just an assistant.”

Aether: he has to be talked into this a lot. once kaeya and jean tell him the seriousness and importance of seeing his sister again, especially after all they’ve discovered about her, he’ll agree. no matter how much he hates calling you his travel partner, he has to. his sister has turned to the dark side for whatever reason and this meeting already is risky enough. if she finds out you’re his girlfriend, who knows how she’ll react; she’s very unpredictable now, a little unhinged even. but it does hurt to have to call you that, let’s be real. he never wants to say or hear that ever again.

Bennett: he knows he’s quite unfortunate, so you going with him on expeditions is just stupid and you could face something awful due to his bad luck. you go either way though, what a good s/o :) he almost slips a few times, especially facing off against a few lowlife Fatui. but then you remind him of the dangers of doing that and you’re immediately just a friend/member of Benny's Adventure Team. pls, he hates this so much, like why can’t he call you what you are?!? he’s constantly like, “well why can’t I just say you’re my s/o already? they won’t harm you as long as I’m here!” ?!?!?!? HE JUST DID?!?!?!?!

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bokettochild · 3 years

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Violet

So y'all remember this animatic? Yeah?

I wrote a thing based off of it.

I'm not entirely sure how I fee about it, but y'all have shown how much you like my crack in the past, even if I wasn't sure about that either, so...

Here's Legend getting mistaken for a mom and pulling his brothers into a terrible impromptu acting adventure.

There are many things you do not do in Castletown.

One of those things, apparently, was taking Twilight with you, and next time he had a chance Legend was seriously considering muzzling their wolfish friend, in his shadow form or not.

He wasn’t the only one with that thought either apparently, although likely the only one who was thinking it out annoyance rather than utter and complete terror. Honestly, Twi needed to cut that protective streak of his in half, or he was going to be regretting it even more than he was going to regret this!

They’d all met thieves before, on the road, in villages, even here in Castle Town, and unfortunately Warriors’ central city was particularly full of them. The captain had explained it ages ago, something about the war displacing people and stirring up unrest with the refugees. It wasn't uncommon that someone got tired of relying on the crown for help, which, the captain had admitted sorrowfully, was rather slow in coming, despite all of Artemis’s efforts, to provide any sort of relief to the starving and displaced victims of the war. Legend had winced at that. Poor blokes, it had been similar in his own Hyrule when those trapped in the dark world emerged again, and even back in their Hylian forms, many of them had struggled to readjust to a world that had moved on in their absence.

It was little wonder than that those in the captain’s time faced the same struggle, especially after a bloody time war, but even so, it bothered him to no end that their group specifically had been the one that the idiot of a man chose to target. Honestly! They were all carrying swords for pities sakes! How did the sod even think he was going to catch a bunch of warriors unawares to steal from them?

Maybe it was because they were split.

It only made sense, after being dropped in the captain’s time, that they restock supplies. Both for practicality and to avoid suspicion, they’d divided the group into two to better run their errands, Time taking those less accustomed to bustling cities with him to gather food and potions, and Warriors leading the rest of them, those who could stand crowds at least a little bit better, to visit the blacksmith, fletcher, and tailor shops.

True to form, the captain strutted ahead with his scarf waving behind him, Wind tagging along beside him and chattering excitedly about something or other at the soldier. He and Four, however, had chosen to trail after, not for any particular reason other than both being extremely tired and maybe just a bit emotional.

In his own case, he hadn’t slept in a good sixty-three hours or so, and combining that with the stress of wandering around in an unknown place, he was a little more sensitive than usual and a bit put out as a result. Similarly, Four was fighting off his usual headache from their sudden switch, and ever since they’d pulled themselves out of the alleyway Hylia dumped them in, the shortest hero had worn his hood pulled over his eyes, mumbling softly under his breath in a way that was, unfortunately, unnerving Legend further and making him want, very much, to beg the other to stop.

That wasn’t an option of course, so he did something he hated almost as much as the saunter Warriors was using to get down the road.

He made small talk.

It helped, surprisingly, and while the four of them had run their errands, he chattered amiably with the smithy, who’d been willing to talk as long as he didn’t have to think too much on things. Legend could agree with that, and the two had spent the last half hour discussing if Four’s tunic really was red, green, blue and violet, as the smithy claimed, or red, green, blue and purple as Legend thought it was.

“It’s violet.” Four huffed, pushing the last bundle of arrows into his pack as they departed from the smithy’s shop and made their way back to the fountain at the center of town, where they'd agreed to meet with Time and the others.

“But it’s not!” He insisted, shifting the bundle of fabric in his arms and meeting the smithy’s gaze. “Violet is softer, duskier, a bit closer to grey or blue. That’s purple, plain as day!”

Warriors and Wind, for once, didn’t say anything, only exchanging grins every so often that the other two ignored.

Talking with Four was surprisingly pleasant, and ridiculously easy in comparison to talking with the others. For one thing, neither had to look too very far up or down to see the other, and as they’d found since their first dinner at the ranch, it was easy to say a lot with just a look. Subtle communication also went a long way further with the smithy than with anyone else, and it was a relief not to have to explain everything for once. Additionally, Four also liked reading, and unlike with most of their other brothers, they could actually have intelligent conversations with each other.

Not that that’s what they were doing when they’d trailed after the other two towards the fountain, but when they heard the snarl and resulting scream, the look the two heroes shared had carried as many words as a full two-hour lecture, while all at once conveying a single thought.

Oh boy, what did Twilight do this time?

What Twilight had done, he found out later, was spring a thief who had attempted to snatch the Sheikah Slate from Wild, who’d been a bit busy trying to calm his anxiety to really notice that one of the humans pressing close all around him was actually trying to steal it. That, naturally, was all well and good. The problem was the way Twilight had chosen to handle it and Legend swore there were days that Twilight forgot what form he was in; rather than pushing the thief away or grabbing ahold of them and confronting them, the gracious rancher had chosen to fling his entire body weight at the man and bite his arm.

Of course, that was only what Legend found out later, what he saw when the four of them managed to peek through the crowd, was Twilight standing there in full sight of the entire market with blood on his teeth and a man screaming in pain and terror at his feet.

Bravo, Rancher, bravo.

“Oof.” Wind winced. “That’s not good.”

“Shit.” Warriors swore, glancing around nervously and ripping his scarf off to hide in his pack.

Realization sprung on the vet like Twilight had the poor thief; Warriors was the hero here. If anyone noticed him, or any of the knightlier looking ones, they’d probably try and have them arrest Twilight. That was all well and good of course, as it would make a reasonable excuse to haul the rancher out of the way, but they’d be expected to call for help from some soldiers, and while they’d been planning on meeting with the queen while they were here, having Twilight presented to her as a feral, potentially insane, and definitely dangerous criminal was not the approach they were aiming for.

They needed a distraction, fast.

So, like the reasonable and totally mentally secure Hylian that he was, Legend shouted the first thing that came to his mind. “Violet!”

His three companions stared at him, and had he been capable, he would have stared at himself, but a desperate glance Fours way had the other drawing back, nodding slowly as Legend shouted again. “Violet? Honey?”

Warriors looked at him like he’d lost his head, gripping Wind’s shoulder firmly as if worried he’d have to pull the kid back from the apparently mad veteran.

Thank Din for teaching him acting years ago, even if it was all stage performing, but he was counting on it to get him, and Twilight, out of their respective messes, even if that meant building his higher before he could escape. At any rate, he’d caught the attention of a few people with his panicked shout. Turning to the nearest Hylian that wasn’t one of his group, he gently tapped the woman’s shoulder, letting his panic and everything in general spill over into his face and voice as the woman met his gaze with a startled look.

“Ma’am, I’m looking for-” Oh Four was going to hate this. “-My child, Violet. Have you seen a blonde Hylian child, so tall?” He lowered his hand to approximately where Four’s head would reach. “I’ve been looking everywhere!” He forced a fake sob into his voice, glancing from the woman to the surrounding crowd, and Warriors and Wind in its midst.

Wind was stifling a laugh behind his hand while Warriors stared in utter shock.

“Oh my,” The woman touched her cheek, clucking lightly and patting Legend’s hand in a consoling manner. “You poor dear! I haven’t seen a thing but just give me one moment.” The burly housewife turned, still patting Legend’s hand gently as she murmured something to the women behind her, before turning back to Legend with a sorry expression. “None of my friends have seen your little one, dear. But-” The woman turned and, with all the force and volume of a cow, hollered at the top of her lungs to the crowd as a whole. “Hello? Yes, this woman is looking for her daughter!”

Woman?!?!?!

“Her name is Violet! She’s-” The woman blinked, looking to Legend with a worried look as several other market goers turned to stare, many of them women with looks of pity and understanding that was making him wish he’d stayed silent. Fortunately, his ruse had startled them out of staring at the sight of a mauled thief as worry for a poor young mother and her lost daughter took its place. “She’s how old?”

Legend fought the protest of female pronouns, both on Four’s part and his own, but only in his head. Outwardly however, he covered his face with the hand not being smashed by the farm-wife's own. “She’s four.” Shoot him, he was saying whatever came to mind because he was panicked, alright?

A snort could be heard behind him, earning disapproving looks from the crowd that soon shifted to pity as Wind too joined the act, turning his snort into pitiful sniffling as he clung to Warriors’ hand, looking for all the world like a child who’d been to the market too long and wanted to go home, but was also panicking at the loss of their sibling. “Have you all seen my sister?” The sailor blubbered softly, actual tears spilling down his face as he pouted, expression making his act so believable that no one even questioned his height. As if to make the act more convincing, Warriors wrapped an arm around the kid’s shoulder, his own face stiffening into something that could either be gas or worry, Legend was a bit on the fence.

“What’s going on here?” Legend wished that was Time stalking towards them in full armor, but it wasn’t, it was a Hylian Soldier, staring at the crowd with a grim frown on his face as he turned to Legend, standing in its center.

Oh well, those who crack under a tough audience get tomatoes to the face; he just hoped Wars would keep playing along. “My daughter,” He sobbed into his hand, pulling the other free from the housewife to properly cover his face. “She- My baby- I can’t find her anywhere, Sir!” Later, Warriors would begrudgingly admit that the look Legend shot the soldier was enough to break any heart as the vet stepped forwards, grabbing hold of the man’s arm with all the desperation of a worried mother. “Please tell me, have you seen a little girl? She’s in her favorite dress, the colors of the goddesses, red, green and blue?” He motioned down at his own tunic, skirt, whatever one would call it. “There’s a violet corner too, I made it for her myself- oh my poor baby! I can’t seem to find her anywhere!”

The grizzled soldier quickly melted under the power of tearful violet eyes, and he too gently patted Legend’s hands as if he thought it would do any good. “I’ll have my men look for her right away, ma’am. How old would you say she is?

“She’s four.” He reaffirmed. Might as well stick to his original story.

“So tall?” The farm-wife motioned, hands lowering a bit more than Legend’s had, but the woman was trying to help, so he couldn’t really be upset with her for getting it wrong. At this point though, he was a bit worried about where Four actually was, because he’d expected the shorter hero to make an appearance sooner rather than later so the act could end.

“Right.” The man nodded, pulling himself loose as Legend brought his hands to clasp in front of his chest in an imitation of the maids he’d seen worrying about the halls when Fable went missing. “We’ll do everything in our power to find your little one, madame, you have my word.” The soldier bowed, kissing the back of the vet’s hand graciously before moving back into the crowd and snapping orders at the soldiers stationed around the market.

People buzzed by, spreading the word of ‘little Violet’s’ disappearance as Warriors and Wind pushed forwards to where Legend stood.

“Really, vet?” Warriors murmured lowly.

“I panicked.” He admitted softly, as to avoid anyone noticing as he wrung his hands. “But seriously, where is ‘’Violet’? I thought he’d have appeared before it became a big thing.”

The captain frowned, settling a hand on his shoulder carefully and standing on his toes to look over the crowd as Wind giggled at the scowling veteran. The minute he shot a look down at the sailor though, the kid had picked up his role as smoothly as if he’d never dropped it. “I’m worried, mom.” Wind blinked past fake tears, and had he not needed to remain in character, Legend would have scowled and flicked the kid’s nose for the tease.

“I am too, honey.” He sighed instead, ruffling the sailor’s curls and looking over to where the others had been. Time and the others had disappeared into the crowd again, likely trying to keep a low profile and laughing their asses off at Legend’s expense while Time and Sky scolded Twilight.

“Mama?” A small voice called out, and the crowd, and he meant the whole crowd, the whole freaking crowd of several hundred people, froze as a small face peeked out from an alleyway, the smithy’s hand coming up to rub at his shimmering purple eyes with a sniff. “Mama?”

“Violet!” All three heroes surged forwards, Legend sinking to his knees and wrapping Four in a hug, taking the opportunity when his face was hidden from the crowd to scowl. “About time you showed up.” Aloud for the crowd however, he let sobs pitch his voice hysterically. “Oh honey, you can’t run off on mama like that! I was worried sick!”

And as if to put the icing on the cake of shame, one of the men in the crowd smiled softly, patting Warriors’ back with a friendly smile. “Your wife is quite the caring mother, isn’t she? Ah, you’re a lucky man, Mr.”

Legend forced himself to not blow their cover, no matter how little they now needed it with the others safely out of sight. Breaking character meant causing drama that they didn’t need. ‘Violet’ had been found, the cute little family would depart, people would calm. But if the worried mother turned out to be a screaming teenage boy and the lost daughter to be a smithy apprentice with a height problem, people would likely riot. So instead of turning around and giving the man a piece of his mind, he pushed forwards, hefting Four in his arms (the smithy sank into him with a sigh that couldn’t have been faked) letting the smaller hero nestle against him, hood hiding the smithy’s face from view as he pulled them both up, adjusting his arms so as to not drop the other.

Man, he was glad he’d put on power bracelets today.

“She is indeed.” Warriors forced out, a strained smile on his face as he settled his hand on Legend’s waist, stiff, cold and incredibly awkward. “We’d probably better head off, dear.” If the captain smiled any harder, he’d break his teeth. “Or the inns will all be full.”

It should have ended there, it should have. Legend was so ready for it to end (although Four was warm and a calming presence as the smithy began to doze against his chest), but because fate loved to mess with him, it didn’t.

“You’re looking for a place to stay the night?” The Man-Who-Needed-To-Be-Kicked cocked a brow. “I run an inn here, just across the square. I’m sure we can find a lovely little family like yourselves a place to rest, you and our wife must be exhausted after such worry!”

Warriors, sages curse and bless him, nodded along stiffly, gently pulling him along by is waist after the Blasted-Innkeeper-Who-Would-Be-Kicked as the man chattered about family discounts and free dinner. Legend’s shoulders only lowered when a free trip to the bath house was also thrown in ‘complimentarily’.

He regretted it when someone pointed him to the ladies’ side of the bath-house (think heavens it was empty that early), and he was about ready to strangle something or someone when the others joined them inside, stuck with a regularly priced room, and the smithy and vet both were bombarded with teases as Warriors sat looking utterly and completely disgusted.

“They thought we were married....”

Legend groaned, flopping over on the other side of the bed with a grimace. “Gross, right?”

“Yeah.”

"We’re forgetting this ever happened, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Regardless, no one ever let them forget it happened.

Legend was buying Twilight a muzzle, and he was pretty sure Wars would be willing to help.

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bibannana · 1 year

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I posted 509 times in 2022

That's 507 more posts than 2021!

265 posts created (52%)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Ahsoka *accidentally zaps herself while doing up her fighter*: Shit!

Anakin *gasping, trying to cover her montrals*: Who the fuck taught her how to swear?!

Ahoska *standing there looking at Rex while Anakin smothers her*: He does know that it was him right?

Anakin *still yelling at the clones*: Whoever it was better watch the fuck out! When I find their stupid-

Obi-wan *clears throat*: Hello Anakin, is this a bad time?

769 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

Luxury

Fives *standing infront of Echo posing*: I'm a luxury few can afford.

Echo *not looking up from cleaning his blaster*: Great. If I didn't buy you go away and bother someone else.

Fives *lowering his arms*: No. Hold on, you were meant to ask how much I-

Echo *shooing motions with his hand, stepping towards shipwide comm*: Shoo. I didn't buy you since I can't afford you.

Fives *stepping closer to Echo*: Wait vod-

Echo *making a shipwide announcement*: Can anyone afford this bothersome luxury?Identification is CT- 5555, but he goes by Fives.

808 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

Childcare

*Rex volunteers to watch Omega for awhile while the Batchers have a mission*

Hunter *skeptical*: Do you have any experience with kids?

Rex *distant look on his face*: Uh....

*Flashbacks of looking after the 501st who had very little self preservation skills (namely Hardcase, Fives and Echo)*

Rex *looking Echo dead in the eyes*: Yeah.

815 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

Just after Rishi Moon

Rex *watching the domino twins*: Good luck with them Codes.

Cody *who saw their chaotic streak when they met*: Me? No, no, no, they're your problem now.

Rex *blinks*: Since when?

Cody *smirks*: Since you put that blue handprint on Echo. Blue is the 501st colour.

Rex *deep inhale*: Ah.

1,429 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ahsoka *baby padawan who is new to the 501st, holding a tooka kitten who climbed into her pack on a mission*: Well I guess you're mine now.

Fives *nods*: Looks that way Commander.

Ahsoka *tilts her head observing the tooka*: I think I'm going to name you after the bravest man I know.

Anakin *getting proud, thinking that it's him*: Why thank you-

Ahsoka *holds the tooka up in the air*: Rex

Anakin *double take*: What?!

Echo *almost topples over laughing*: Oh he's going to love this.

2,534 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 3 years

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Peace | Bucky Barnes x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: You and Bucky get in an argument and you go MIA for a couple days.

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“No, you can’t do this, Bucky!” You follow Bucky into your shared bedroom as he begins packing a bag. He got it into his head that he was more than capable to help Sam out on this new mission. However, it would be against the rules of the pardon the president gave him for being the Winter Soldier.

“Sam needs my help, y/n. I can’t leave him to go alone on this mission.”

“Sam does not need your help. If you go on this mission and get caught, they could take away your pardon and put you in jail. For life!”

“That’s why we won’t get caught.”

“There is no guarantee of that.” You shake your head and cross your arms over your chest. Bucky wasn’t seeing things clearly and it only angered you more that he was willing to put his freedom on the line for a mission. Especially after everything you and him went through to get to this very moment. It was like he was throwing all this hard work away.

“I have to go.” He says, facing you. His voice is stern, “This isn’t up for negotiation.”

“You do not have to go! You are not obligated to do anything someone tells you anymore. You’re a free man, Bucky.” You grasp his hands in yours, “You and I are free to live our lives, Bucky.. no crazy missions, no wars, no danger. We can be a normal couple.”

“We can’t be a normal couple y/n,” He lets go of your hands, “Not with a past like mine.” He grabs his bag from the bed then stares into your tear-filled eyes.

“We worked our asses off to get here today, Bucky! Those hours we spent in therapy, the hours spent trying to figure out how to move past your winter soldier days. You’re throwing all of it away on a mission! You’re.. you’re throwing a future with me away.”

“He needs my help.” Is all he says as he pushes passed you.

“If you walk out that door, Bucky Barnes, I promise you, that I will not be here when you get back.” You warn with tear filled eyes. You’d hoped Bucky’s love for you and the fear of losing you would overpower his overwhelming desire to help people when they need it even if it wasn’t the right thing to do. You didn’t know at the time if you truly meant the words spoken and if you could really bring yourself to leave Bucky even after everything the two of you had been through.

He doesn’t turn around or even look back at you over his shoulder and instead walks through the door, leaving you standing alone in your once shared bedroom. That was the only answer you needed.

Bucky left for that mission with Sam and you packed all your things heading for your favorite place, y/f/p. There were no avengers around you so there was no one to tell where you would be. No one knew of your location except for you, and this was probably toxic to think about, but you hoped it scared Bucky that he didn’t know where you would be. It was wrong of him to choose a mission over you, and you wanted him to see that. Yeah, it probably wasn’t the best way to show him, but you told him if he walked out the door you wouldn’t be there so you’re just sticking to your word.

In all honesty, Bucky didn’t think you were serious about leaving and that it was an in the moment thing for you to say. You’d been there for him during his recovery and he knew he didn’t make it easy on you but still you chose to stay. He was grateful to have you by his side especially after everyone around him left.

He was in for a rude awakening when he opened the door to your shared apartment. “Y/n? Doll?” He kicked off his shoes, knowing you hated when he tracked in dirt on his shoes. When you didn’t answer he proceeded through the apartment, only to find your favorite blanket that occupied the back of the couch was gone.

“y/n?” He called out once more, but no answer. As he made his way through the house, he realized none of your things were in the place you left them. When he entered the bedroom, he immediately started going through the drawers, but none of your things were in them. He pulled the door to the closet open and the only clothes occupying it were his.

You’d left him and it was all his fault.

He spent the next hour trying not to destroy the apartment. You had really left him, and he had no idea where you had gone. He called your phone, but it went straight to voicemail. He called Sam, but he had no idea where you’d be either.

Nat was dead; Wanda was off somewhere so that ruled out two people you would have told. Thor was in space with the Guardian’s. There had been no one for you to tell and he suddenly realized the severity of the situation. You were really gone, and he might never see you again.

It was a few days later and you decided to turn your phone back on. It was spammed with dozens of texts, calls and voicemails from Bucky. You tapped on a random voicemail and Bucky’s voice filled your ears.

“Doll… Please.” He’d been crying and his voice cracked, “I need you. I can’t do this without you and I was stupid to think some mission would fill my void of needing to do something.” He sniffles, “I finally have peace; something I haven’t had in a while and I guess I felt like a mission would make me feel better. That it would make me feel more like myself, but it wasn’t it. It wasn’t the answer.” There was a soft and quiet sob, “I need you, y/n. Please don’t do this, don’t leave me. I don’t have anyone else and you’re all I have.” More sobs, “You’re all I have,” and then the line beeped, ending the voicemail.

You would be lying if you weren’t crying by the end of the message. The sound of Bucky’s broken voice and the sobs. Now, everything began to make sense. Why he left, why he needed to go on that mission. He was beginning to feel peace after fighting war after war and thought that he needed to be fighting a war, doing something. It was his trauma response.

It was late when you entered the apartment and you figured Bucky would be asleep, so you were quiet. You headed for your bedroom and were surprised to find Bucky not in bed, but he was laid on the floor next to the bed. He hadn’t slept on the floor since he’d come home from fighting Thanos.

You set your things down in the floor and immediately made your way to him, “Bucky.”

He stirred in his sleep and you called out his name once more. You didn’t want to scare him by sneaking up on him. That was something you two had learned after the first time you did that trying to sneak into bed, careful not to wake him. He woke up in a panic and had attacked you. It was after that you two decided therapy would be a good idea.

“Bucky.”

He inhaled as he woke, his eyes scanning for danger, but he only sees yours, “Y/n.” He breaths out in relief.

Crawling next to him you laid down, your head going to his chest and you wrapped your free arm around him, “I’m here.”

His arms engulfed your body and he couldn’t help but start to sob. He just knew he’d lost you for good and it was all his fault. He’d been alone all those years and then you came along, and he didn’t want to be alone again.

You only tightened your arm around him, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You two laid like that the rest of the night, enveloped in each other’s arms. This was the peace Bucky longed for; the peace Bucky deserved. You were his peace, and he wasn’t going to lose it again.

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crimsonophelia · 3 years

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hello basil!!! i’m the anon that sent the original request of reader being a big dumb dumb and accidentally mailing their love letters to childe in liyue—i personally just wanted to tell you that i absolutely LOVED what you wrote and that i’m so happy and grateful you did my request justice. keep up the good work!!!

if you wouldn’t mind, could i request for a hurt/comfort angst with kaeya and a gn reader? the reader is a fellow knight of favonius that regularly gets dunked on by their friends for their crush on the cavalry captain—but every time their friends insist they confess to him, they joke that “sure, i’ll tell him when i die.” and then they actually nearly die.

while on a mission with kaeya, something terrible happens that seemingly pushes the reader to the brink of death. they’re in his arms and convinced they’re about to die, so with their “dying” breath, they tell kaeya that they’re in love with him before the world goes black.

but then they wake up. 👁 (you know the drill—what happens next is completely up to you!!!)

featuring: kaeya x gn!reader

warnings: good ol' angst, some descriptions of blood, lots of typos lol

published: may 27, 2021

form: imagine

a/n: hi anon!! i'm glad you liked that imagine www and thank you for sending me ideas again! you know how much i love angst and kaeya lol~ also please forgive me for making it so long, i tried to challenge my writing abilities a bit more.

You came into this mission knowing that it would be quite a bit more difficult than the ones you typically took on. You were merely a B-rank knight, working on your certification to reach A-rank status, which definitely was not an easy feat. Yet the open commission to investigate a newly-uncovered set of ruins in Dadaupa Gorge was requiring one more member of the dual-member expedition team. When you saw who had occupied the first position for the mission, you threw caution to the wind and signed your name for position two, despite the mission being ranked A-level, at the very least. The occupied position? Filled by none other than Kaeya Alberich, captain of the Knights of Favonius cavalry, S-rank soldier and swordsman, and your former mentor. Who also happened to be the man you had hopelessly fallen for.

The mission was assigned by the headquarters of the Knights, specifically for fully-trained Knights only, as the nature of the mission would be too dangerous for your run-of-the-mill adventurer team, and the Knights did not want to be held accountable for any potential casualties or injuries as a result of a mission gone wrong. You and Kaeya had been assigned to go investigate a newly-uncovered set of ruins in the Whispering Woods, supposedly already showing signs of being an Abyss rendezvous point. Apparently, the team of archaeologists who uncovered the ancient rocks from behind a thicket of trees had had many difficulties even making it back to the city of Mondstadt alive. You were frightened, no doubt about it, but you also knew that this was your chance. Your chance to prove yourself and your capability as a knight. Back in your training days before you took the certification exam to become a knight, you were Kaeya’s favorite pupil, a star student. Also possessing a Cryo vision, like the captain himself, certainly did not hurt your reputation in his eyes. Now, having taken on and excelled at countless dangerous B-rank missions, you felt confident in your ability to take on a mere A-rank mission, especially with the captain of the cavalry at your side.

You had almost forgotten about the icy presence at your side, lost in your own daydreams of ambition. After following the paths leading out of Mondstadt, weapons and supplies ready at hand, you and Kaeya had finally made it to the edge of the Whispering Woods. It was starting to get dark, even though the two of you had left reasonably early in the day. The woods seemed so much more vast when their shadows grew longer, waning by the last seams of daylight. Faint howling moaned through the leaves (”Wolves? In the Whispering Woods?”, you thought to yourself), and you felt yourself tremble in the slightest. You couldn’t tell if it was due to the fear or the overwhelmingly strong Cryo aura that Kaeya emitted.

The tall man seemed unaffected by the ominous surrounding, forever carrying himself with an unwavering assuredness. He looked onwards, into the woods, eyes darting back and forth, exhibiting the remarkable surveying skills of a seasoned knight.

“Well, [y/n]”, Kaeya turned to you, with that smug yet rather comforting voice of his. “Are you ready?”

Kaeya’s unshakeable confidence was rather spiriting, you had to admit. Nothing like traipsing into a wild forest, overrun with archons-know-what, with only your own wits and a cunning, distractingly handsome knight to guide you.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose”, you replied, trying to hide the rookie anxiety from trembling your voice. Damn it, you weren’t even a rookie. You were one of the more experienced knights in the entire Knights of Favonius. You could handle this. Plus, Kaeya has your back. In all the years you had known him, Kaeya had never dropped that rogue-ish grin off of his delicate countenance--he had the face of a prince, but marred with the implications of his mysterious eyepatch (he had never told you how he had lost that eye) and the pierce of his sly smile. It made him all so painfully attractive.

You hate to recall the very first day you met him, the two of you only teenagers, barely adults grown into their own skin, yet he stood at the front of the training yard like the prolific swordsman he was, tan skin gleaming beneath the summer sun, hair tied behind his neck, sinewy muscles stretching as he maneuvered the sword in his hand like it was an extension of his own being. That day, you swore that you would become like Kaeya, that you would learn all you possibly could from him. That was also the day you had fallen hopelessly for the charismatic boy, though you were not aware of it just yet.

Trudging into the forest, you made sure to clutch the weapon at your side a little tighter, wary of any potential threats that could appear in front of you at any moment. You never know how much the Abyss mages could use their magic--they are always using the spirits of Teyvat for evil. Although you had only encountered Abyss mages a small handful of times in your past B-rank missions, you already knew how perilous an interaction with any of them could be. The last time you and a partner engaged with a Pyro mage, you left the site with severe magic burns to your side, which took at least three months to fully heal. Looking at Kaeya, he appeared to be as relaxed as ever, both hands loosely tucked into his pockets, his steps led by his elegant hips. The eerie silence of the woods didn’t seem to bother him at all, a comfortable void between the both of you.

“So, captain”, you begun, doing your best to break the proverbial ice a bit, trying not to let the emptiness of the whole forest get to your head. “How have you been? It’s been a while since we last took an assignment together, I believe. 3 months already, isn’t it?”

Kaeya chuckled. “Oh, drop the formalities, [y/n].” He looked at you with his singular, unobscured eye with a teasing glance. “You’ve always known me as just Kaeya, havent you?”

Blood rushed to your face, although not entirely unwelcome, due to the chilliness of the forest. You hoped that the twilight shadows could hide your red cheeks from the man beside you.

“To answer your question, I am doing exceptionally well, thank you”, he smirked. “Although, the last time I did see you was only about a month ago, at the Windblume Ball. Not sure if you remember it all though—you were rather... intoxicated, it seemed.”

Oh, archons. You didn’t know if your face could possivly get any redder from the embarassment. The Windblume Ball was a month prior, hosted by the Knights for all citizens of Mondstadt to attend, to end the Windblume Festival with a night of wine, music, and dancing. Your group of friends within the Knights convinced you to attend along with them, though they didnt quite succeed at convincing you to finally confess your attraction to the captain of the cavalry himself. You acquiesced only on the condition that you would not have to interact with Kaeya at all that night. The anxiety was simply too much and you did not want to deal with the potential situation of seeing Kaeya in formalwear and absolutely losing your mind, let alone Kaeya seeing you dancing and drinking.

“Oh, come on, [y/n]”, your friends had whined. “If you don’t tell him now, when will you ever? He most definitely finds you attractive, as well.” Chuckling, you took a sip of the wine lrovided by the Dawn Winery. You cringed at the sourness of cheap grapes. “I’ll tell him when I’m dead.” You took another sip of the wine, but over the rim of the glass, you saw the one person you were hell-bent on avoiding.

Kaeya Alberich stood across the room, talking to one of the other knights. He was dressed to the nines, in clothing you had never seen him don before. His hair was parted neatly, his long lovelock secured by a large sapphire band. His lean, upper body was covered by a three piece suit, fitted perfectly around his narrow waist, tailcoat resting neatly by his thick, carved thighs. His pants were pressed tightly, without a wrinkle, and he had brought along his usual white fur cape, giving him the sophisticated look of a king.

In awe, you spluttered in your drink as he caught your eye from across the room, clearly noticing you were staring at him. You turned the other way, seeing that your friends were making fun of your oblivious gawking, and they now excitedly pointed behind you, mouthing the words he’s coming! You tried your best to smooth down your hair and pat down your outfit, before turning back around to see that the captain was standing in front of you, face-to-face, with his hand outstretched.

He looked even more sparklingly glamorous up close, an image of old-world elegance that you never knew him capable of portraying. You suddenly felt more drunk than any cheap wine could possibly make you. Kaeya looked at you, a gleam in his eye, and asked

“May I have this dance, [y/n]?”

The rest of the night was a blur, what with your continued consumption of alcohol, convincing yourself you needed to periodically top up your liquid courage. Kaeya had asked you for a few more dances, as far as you remembered. But from what you could recall, he was just as elegant and charismatic as you had always remembered him to be. He never made you feel out of place.

It was awful that Kaeya only seemed to remember how disgustingly drunk you were, but you were thankful at least that he didn’t seem to recall the perpetual state of flusteredness you were in that night, by his mere presence beside you, and his hands guiding yours as you both danced to the upbeat music of the band.

“Archons, I assure you that I am not the unabashed drunkard I may have seemed to be that night”, you chuckled.

Kaeya let out a hearty laugh, his voice reminding you of the sounds of the bells ringing atop the Cathedral. “Of course not, my dear”, he drawled. “I’ve met many a drunkard in my day—you are far from one; I promise.”

You and Kaeya kept on your way in this manner, making pleasant small talk to fill the silence. You didn’t dare tell him for fear of seeming a coward, but hearing his voice and reminiscing with him diminished the fright you initially felt, entering the woods and taking on this assignment. Kaeya was a master conversationalist, and diplomat too, no doubt, always knowing what to say at what time. His warm remarks and playful banter took your mind off of the imminent danger of your situation, and you didn’t notice the path you were both on narrowing. The sun had already set, and the woods were doused in an eerie darkness, and as you and Kaeya approached the vicinity of the ruins, the thickets grew denser and the tree branches hung lower. Not a sound could be heard--

Until suddenly, Kaeya stepped in front of you, blocking your path with an arm outstretched. Shit. You smelled Abyss magic. How could you have possibly missed the putrid scent of sulfur before?

Kaeya’s grin had fallen. His attention was now beyond only you, as if trying to detect something he sensed nearby. Out of nowhere, a hum grew, louder, until an earblasting pop rang out in front of you and Kaeya, and in its place were three Pyro Abyss mages. Three. You could handle one, if you had a partner with you, but three?

Terror ran down your spine, knowing how difficult your Cryo vision could be against a Pyro mage. Your hand unsheathed the sword at your side with blinding speed, just like you were trained, but before you could even take a step forward, Kaeya was already charging at the mages, ice blasting forth from his swordtip, smashing up against the mages’ shields.

“Aren’t ya glad I caught that, [y/n]?” Kaeya teased, sword cutting through the air and the force fields surrounding the mages, as their strained groans pierced the night air. His movements were swift and effortless; at times his movements were so fast that it looked like he teleported from one spot to the next. This was the grace, the beauty of a true prodigy. “If I hadn’t stopped you, we would’ve been roast boar by now!”

You jumped into action, assisting Kaeya with his assaults against the mages, doing your best to dodge the onslaught of fireballs. You felt the heat of the fire magic graze your extremities more than once, counting your blessings that it was nothing critical. The way the two of you moved in unison, one complementing the other, like an avalanche of piercing ice, was a testament to the years of experience you gained in under Kaeya’s expert tutelage. One sword piercing the left, the other the right, until you both had broken down two of the Pyro mages’ shields. You had never gotten through their force fields in such rapid succession before, you thought, in awe. Swinging your sword calculatedly, whilst utilizing your vision and shooting out ice crystals, you defeated the mage, dealing a killing blow, piercing its side with your sword. You watched the creature groan out gutturally, and eventually dissipate into ash, drifting away.

Turning around, you noticed that Kaeya had already taken care of the other mage, already breaking down the final one’s shield. He dodged each blast of Pyro magic with grace and ease, not even showing any sign of fatigue.

“Hey, good work rookie!”, Kaeya teased, activating his ultimate Cryo weapon, sending a halo of ice crystals about his body, knocking into the mage’s shield with every swing.

You huffed. “I’m not a rookie”, you called back, joining him in his siege upon the last enemy. Exhaustion was quickly catching up to you, although you tried to hide it. You couldn’t let Kaeya down.

Over and over, the pair of you banged upon the force field with your swords, with more difficulty than any of the previous mages. This one was different, somewhat stronger. The grass surrounding the two of you was already lit up in flames, licking at your ankles. If you even so much as tripped, the heat would probably damage you more than a fireball could.

“Watch out, rookie”, Kaeya yelled in your directions, trying to be heard above the cackling of the mage and the raging flames, already beginning to catch onto the trees nearby. The night was filled with a reddish glow--hellish and suffocating. “I think it’s about to activate it’s ultimate.”

The cackling grew louder, as you worked yourself into a frenzy, shooting more and more ice crystals, trying to break it’s force field. Three, dragon-like heads began to emerge around where the mage floated. Fuck. The fire-breathers were out. You had only ever fought a Pyro mage that could use fire-breathers once before--that also happened to be the instance that caused you to be an invalid for several months, healing from a deep flesh burn. But Kaeya was here this time. Things would be okay, right?

You could tell Kaeya was growing panicked as well, his swings becoming a bit more hurried and erratic. You didn’t know, but he was deathly worried about you. He had no idea how experienced you were with dodging the fire-breathers, and he knew he had to make quick work of the blasted mage before things could escalate, Archons forbid you get hurt. Kaeya activated his ultimate once more, and, finally, the mage’s shield broke.

You heaved a sigh of relief, closing in on the Pyro mage. Kaeya’s strength and incredible reliability in battle did not fail to impress you, even beyond just the prowess he had demonstrated as a trainee and a mentor. You finally activated your own ultimate, summoning a boulder made of hard ice. Approaching the mage as you saw it struggle to get up off the ground, the ice in your boulder began to form, and you willed it to hurl towards the mage, intending to finish it off. Finally, you would show Kaeya your true strength, your capability. He could depend on you. Hell, you were his star student. Even if you were afraid to tell him about how he had stolen your heart, you could at least show him that the time and effort he had dedicated to you wasn’t for naught.

The seconds slowed down, as the blinding white ice made its way through the air, aimed straight at the pathetic mage, groveling in the dirt. But beyond the ice, was something even brighter, not making its way to the mage; no, it was headed straight at you. A fireball.

You felt an excruciating pain on your left side, right below your ribcage. A scream in the distance--the mage? No; it was Kaeya’s voice. The white-hot pain blinded you, as you felt your back make contact with the hard ground beneath you. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Archons, what will Kaeya think?

Vaguely willing your arm to press into your side to assess the damage, you felt warm, sticky liquid pooling on your waist. Lifting a hand, you saw it drenched in crimson blood, dark in the moonlight. You heard another scream again nearby, this time coming from the guttural squeaks you knew was the mage, the dying cries of a pitiful monster. At once, a pair of arms lifted you from the ground, supporting your head. What a damned disappointment you were.

“[y/n]! [Y/N]! DAMMIT!” You had never heard Kaeya this worked up before. The pain of hearing the panic in his voice was also tinged with a selfish gladness that he cared, that Kaeya Alberich gave a damn if you died. Because, in that moment, you were certain you would die.

Straining out a chuckle, your chest racked up a wet cough, sticky blood now staining the edges of your lips. I’ll tell him when I’m dead, you once said. Well, isn’t this all quite ironic.

“Fucking hell, [y/n], I need you to keep your eyes open”, Kaeya commanded. He was using his captain voice, the one that only comes out when a new recruit wasn’t following orders. “Rookie, don’t you dare pass out on me.” His voice wavered.

Would it be worth it to tell him now? Did you want his last memory of you to be a pathetic, wishful fantasy spilling forth from your bloodstained lips, like the nonsense uttered by a mere child? Your vision spun faster, losing sight of Kaeya, hovering over you. You couldn’t make out his features too clearly in the darkness, but something about the wet drops of water landing on your cheeks told you that it wasnt more blood. You supposed that you should do yourself justice and at least keep the one promise you made that night in Mondstadt.

Straining to open your mouth, you uttered, “Kaeya, I—”

But before you could muster the strength to speak another word, your vision went dark.

*****

The first thing you heard when you woke up was the sound of birds chirping. The second was a silent snoring sound coming from somewhere to your right.

Cracking your weary eyes open, you sensed the faint light of the early morning coming in through an nearby window. Getting your bearings, you realized you had woken up in the Knights of Favonius headquarters hospital. Your damaged adventurer’s clothes were gone, and instead you could feel bandages dressed around the wound at your side. Oh, right. You thought you had died.

Trying to sit up, you fekt an excruciating pain burn through the side of your body that had been hit, setting your nerves on fire. You hissed, and the snoring beside you abruptly stopped.

“Archons, you’re awake.”

Kaeya sat up from the chair he had apparently been sleeping in, still dressed in his captain’s armor, just as dirt-covered and singed as when you last saw him. Was that only last night? You figured Kaeya must have hurried you back to the city before your condition could get any worse.

Fuck. As all your memories of the prior night came flooding back, your eyes pooled up with salty tears. Not only had you cone closest to death than you’ve ever had, you had completely disappointed Kaeya and made a fool of yourself in front of him.

“Kaeya, I’m so sorry—”, you started.

Your words were interrupted by the man next to you leaping into your embrace, arms wrapping your shoulders where you were not injured. “Dammit, [y/n]. When won’t you just shut up.” His voice was muffled by his face buried into your neck. “You don’t have to say a word.”

It scared you, seeing him vulnerable. The ever-cocky and cunning captain of the cavalry, the man who always had a plan and was never caught off-guard. Now, a man bearing his innermost emotions to you, little old you. Had he heard what you begun to tell him last night? Or were things going to return back to the way they were, you admiring his dazzling beauty from a distance, comfortable yet agonized at the degree of separation.

You hoped to the archons for the latter. You hoped that it wouldn’t take another instance where you almost lost your life for the love you felt for him to spill forth. Archons, even if you had to die, it would still all be worth it, if it were with him at your side.

Kaeya trembled as he pressed himself deeper into you, desperately clinging on. “Don’t you dare open your mouth, rookie”, he chided. “I don’t want to hear something you’ll only tell me when you’re almost gone. Please just let me do the talking.”

Pulling back, you looked at him in confusion. His hair was disheveled, eyepatch slightly askew, yet his face was full of an almost childlike wonder, akin to the gleam he possessed when you had first met him, however many years ago.

“Do you think I did it all for nothing?” Kaeya looked at you. “Do you think all those years of training together, eating together, soarring together, was all because I thought you had potential as a soldier? The private walks through Windrise, the nights spent at the tavern, the dance, that damned dance we shared—what did you think that was?” Desperate and exhausted, Kaeya’s eye began to shimmer with tears. “Fucking hell, [y/n]. I’ve always loved you. Since the very beginning, you idiot. Why else would I dedicate all my time, all my energy to you and only you?” He grasped your shoulders tighter. “If you think that I haven’t been madly in love with you since I first laid eyes upon you that day, then you’re fucking wrong.”

You cut him off, burying your hands into his hair—pain be damned—and kissed him. It was bitter and metallic, the taste of both of your blood on your tongue. Kaeya’s neck was ice cold, but his cracked lips were thick and warm, and when you pulled away from them, you suddenly felt like you could take on the world.

“Well”, you remarked. “I’m glad that we got that out of the way.”

a/n: uhuhuhu this is pretty long but i hope you like it! i wanted to improve my writing a bit and elaborate on descriptions a bit more, so i hope i did your request justice!

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stuckybarton · 3 years

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Sucker For Pain i

SUMMARY: You were new to the team, but what everyone didn't know was you weren't so new to the God of Mischief. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Ex!Reader [Ex to Lovers again?] WARNINGS: Profanities. Suggestive Themes. Slight Angst and horrible self-image. Grammar Mistakes. English not being my first language. [Not Beta’d tho] WORDS: 2,956 CHAPTERS: [1/3] A/N; Life happened and yeah, didn’t have much time to write. Not my best work for this mini-series, but I’m fighting through for this. Hope you guys enjoy~

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"Agent Y/N Y/L/N." You introduced yourself the first moment you were escorted into the compound by Director Nick Fury. Multiple sets of faces both new and old had come to greet you. For a moment you wouldn't even believe that this is was the new life you would find yourself to be a part of from now on.

Years in the job for SHIELD before disappearing off the grid to get as much information about HYDRA, everyone had thought you had betrayed them and you had accepted that they would think so lowly of you after all the near-deaths you had to endure on the job. Even with the mission becoming more of a death wish, you had accepted the role Nick had given you all those years ago and now you were rewarded, immensely. A spot on the Avengers as part of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

The familiar face of Nat was the first to greet you with a hug. A fiercely tight one, it had been so long since you've seen a friend. Then your eyes fell towards the rest of the team; Bucky Barnes, who you had a few close encounters with during your time with HYDRA. You had witness everything they had done to him and stood on trail to clean his name. Steve Rogers, who, with Sharon Carter, had assisted in guarding Steve while SHIELD was still under HYDRA's control. But among the familiar faces, one stood out the most.

Loki Laufeyson.

To many, the man was a snake, a God that had once brought death and destruction in New York. But to you, he was different, this was the man that you had spent your lonely nights with while under the guise of a traitor. It had once just been a physically thing between the two of you, neither wanting to know about each other's lives. You knew he was a God, a man that had wronged the world, but he had never known about you, the woman that had painted yourself as a traitor for the better of the world. The one that had been called every name on the book for the sake of making sure you did your part right.

Then it got serious between the two of you. Admission of love was told between both of your lips. But it was dangerous for you two to be together especially when you were already told by Fury that you can come back to the surface. You didn't know what side he was on, and you did not have the heart to make him choose if the time would come.

So you two parted. A month ago. The pain still throbbing you like an unattended bullet hole right through your heart. It was still so painful to look at him and not remember him crumbling on his knees begging you to stay. The first sob that escaped his lips and forever haunted your dreams. A never-ending loop in the back of your head as your demons screamed at you for breaking an already broken man.

"I for one am happy you're finally here. Another woman to add to an already Man's Man world in the compound." Nat teased glancing towards the other individuals that had come to know the new face. "With introductions out of the way, you've got a lot of explaining to do for the past few years."

You could only smile at your friend. You did have so much to explain to her, things had been murky between you and Clint, but after everything, Nat had refused to believe you would betray them, betray her, and it was finally a relief to be able to return back home, seeing the people that mean the most to you.

"Tell me about it." You muttered allowing Nat to quickly pull your away from the crowd, but it missed your eyes how he was still looking. Ice blue eyes a contract to the burning gaze he had towards you.

Forget about him. Forget about him. You were here for a new opportunity. No him. Never him.

For the next few weeks, everyone had grown to accept you in your new role as part of the Avengers. You kept up with Steve, Bucky, and Sam during their runs. Sam more than happy to finally have someone that had the same pace as him, but only for you to laugh and out run him just to get a reaction out of the high flier. Tony and Bruce had also found a kinship in you, having provided them enough information about HYDRA's experiments and location made most of their missions easier. Then there was Nat and Clint, your confidant in this new life. Every single moment that was not dedicated to a mission was spent with them; may it be movie night or a simple get together outside the compound, often times bringing Wanda and Vision along just to mess with you and call you a 5th wheel of the group.

But among number of members on the team, everyone had noticed you constantly avoided one Thor Odinson and one Loki Laufeyson. The only real time you would even dare talk to either of the brothers would be during training--other than that, you tried your best to avoid them, Loki most especially. Every single moment that would force the two of you to be in the same room, Loki had a glare while you tried your best to avoid his gaze.

Everyone noticed, everyone didn't seem to worry too much. It comes with having a former-villain part of the team. They thought you would eventually get used to the God's presence just as much as they did.

"You ever gonna tell me what's going on between you and Loki?" Nat inquired avoiding your punch.

What you hated the most about sparring with Nat was her capability of multitasking. Talking and snooping about someone else's business while also kicking their ass in the process--this was the predicament you were in right in this very moment.

"Nothing is going on." You muttered landing back first on the mat after being thrown like a rag doll by Nat. Eyes looking at the ceiling, you wondered if it was a good idea to actually come clean to her about her past with the God of Mischief. "I know what he's done to New York and I think you can't blame me for taking precaution when it comes to him."

Nat now comes hovering on top of you, the narrowed eyes and gentle smirk was all you needed to know--she knew it was bullshit. But when she had stopped pushing you for more information, it was enough for you to just change the subject.

"They found Dominic?" You inquired. One of the first big missions that everyone was focusing on was one of the leading Scientist for HYDRA. With the exposure of HYDRA to the world, some of them had moved away and found themselves in much shadier company, much to everyone's radar now spiking.

Dominic Wagner was, in part, partially responsible for the Winter Soldier program in the modern era. One of the pioneers in moving the project into a much younger sets of test subjects. You lost contact with the man as soon as your got back into the surface, but it had also meant a target was on your back when they found out you were a double agent.

"He's in Russia. Wasting away all the funding for the program with parties" Nat points out. "Still a better way to spend the money that abducting kids everywhere."

You nodded, memories of files upon files for the prospects still haunted you to this day.

"When are you taking him out?" You inquired. In your time with the SHIELD, the red in both of your ledger had made you two a hot commodity if the situation present itself as shoot to kill. Neither of you would hesitate. You knew you would now, after everything, but if it means one less bad people in this earth, you would swallow your new morals.

"Fury wants him alive." She pointed out finally standing back up to her own two feet, leaving you on your back, staring at the ceiling in deep thought. "I know as much as you do, we want him dead for everything he has done, but we need him alive so we can get the others."

You nodded, this was one of the few things you had to get used to as part of the team. Death was best solution in SHIELD--at least in your team, not here. As long as you were part of Steve's team, you would need to choose whether or not killing would be the best option. Hope that you weren't so blessed to be given in your time under.

"I get a first shot when we don''t have any use of him anymore." You muttered finally standing back up with Nat's help. Steps faltering at the sight of the God of Mischief, training with the likes of Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes. A weird mix up, but wasn't hard to understand why.

"Why don't you shoot your shots with him for now." Nat teased, finally making you break from staring at the plain black shirt and green sweatshort-clad Loki Laufeyson. "If we try to ignore the death count during his attack, he is sort-of your type in men." Nat wiggled her brows. quick to avoid you as you attempted to swat her in the ass, eyes now turned away from God and his training partners.

"By type, you mean psychotic with possible Daddy-issue? Then you might just be right." You snort.

"I'm offended you think of me as such, Darling"

Jerking your head to the owner of the voice, how the hell did he sneak up behind you without you noticing. You glanced at Nat in panic and like the traitor that she was, made a terrible excuse of being needed in Bruce's lab. Now being left in the man's presence, you could all but remember the last time you had been this close to the man.

Heartbreaks.

Words that you didn't mean.

Words that he didn't mean.

It still hurt you, and you were sure it hurts him just as much, if not more now, finally realizing why there had been a need for a breakup between the two of them all those weeks ago.

"Here I thought I would have someone to trust. You mortals continue to disappoint me." He hissed.

Your eyes glanced at the other training trio, noticing all three of them were in their own little world to even noticed what was going on between the two of them.

"Tell me, Darling..." He whispered, head leaning towards the shell of your ears. The familiar shiver run through your skin as just his voice. Memories of the very things his silver tongue had whispered had you flustered and breathless, more than from your earlier training with Nat. "Was it satisfying to play with a God?"

Before you could even mutter a word, his constantly gentle hand now covered your jaw, emitting a squeak from your lips and stopping you from saying a word. He was never this forceful, nor did he do anything that would hurt you. Was this the true nature of the man you had finally thought you have been the best part of you. To have loved a man that everyone was right to stay away from?

"Or is it shame finally coming to you, to be ever involved with someone like me?"

You tried to pry his hand away from you, but he was too strong--stronger than you could ever think of being.

"Or is this you taking your opportunity to move from one bed to another? Who will it be this time, Y/N? My oaf of a brother or will it be Soldier out of time? Who will you whore this time?"

And you finally snapped. With a resounding slap, all three individuals had heard your attack on the man and Loki finally releasing his hold on your jaws. A chuckle escaped his lips and only brought the first line of tears to fall from your eyes. You never wanted to believe him to be a monster, but here he was, proving her wrong.

"I am in doubt of the foundation of our relationship for the past years, Y/N. I am the God of Mischief and Lies and the only mortal I had ever truly opened to had done this to me. Lied to me for such a long time, lied about the entirety of our relationship."

"You will never understand."

"Oh no," he chuckled darkly, eyes glaring straight into your own. "I understand well enough to know, you would never love someone like me and I deserve every lie and heartache I am enduring because of everything I have ever done in my past."

Before you could defend yourself and the genuinity of your relationship with the God, he had made his excuse. Leaving you to ponder of the true damage of your breakup with Loki, and the aftermath it had now held for the both of you. He was right, you had lied, and either way, their relationship will fall apart because of those lies.

He was the God of Mischief and Lies.

Yet, he did not expect for this biggest lie to break him the most. The separation had been painful, he had always hoped for a better life with you. Then a month passed since your breakup, he sees you, it hits him like a sharp knife to the chest all over again. He experience the pain of a stab to the chest, but it would never compare to the pain of seeing you in this very compound with the truth of your life that you refused to ever open to him.

This was karma coming to haunt him it seems.

It had been well over a week now since the first time he had actually confronted you about everything. It wasn't how he planned for things to go through. He never wanted to hurt you, but he was a monster after all. A monster that his own father had told his people to avoid. A bedtime story to scare mischievous kids into submission.

He had always thought after everything he had to endure, had to do, had to escape, he could finally live a peaceful life. A life to finally start anew. A life where he could finally change for the best. A mortal woman had made him make those ideas come into reality, you had always became the reason why he would never have his redemption in life.

A bitter idea with no possible resolution.

How could he have ever believed that anyone would ever love someone like him? After everything he had ever done, he was never allowed to be loved. You had proved that somehow.

'Mr. Laufeyson, you are needed for a meeting with the team'

Breaking from his little bubble. He sighed finally returning back to reality, into the little comforts the library could give him. The week had been gruelling for him, three individual witnessed the altercation between himself and you. It had spread like wildfire, but thanking the Gods that no one was able to listen to the conversation.

He had to endure most of the questioning. In everyone's eyes, he was, after all, still under everyone's constant scrutiny. A man that no one could trust. But he refused to say a single word knowing you did the same thing. It was better to keep your mouth shut instead of letting people know exactly what had happened. Somehow that brought a smile on his face. He might not share a future with you, but might as well make the most out of making your life a living hell, as much you did it to him.

Shutting the book he was barely even reading, he placed the book back into the shelf before walking his way towards the meeting room.

He could easily teleport, but he preferred to enjoy his moments of peace without his oaf of a brother breathing down his neck or Stark constantly testing his patience with his quips. It also gave him a moment to school his features, he knew well enough about the mission to know you would also be in attendance. Be more invested in this mission than anyone else.

It was a few things he was relearning about you now that you were out in the open as everyone claims you to be. You were a free spirited being that could meld with anyone you were in the area with. He had watched you throw relentless jabs at Tony during your first few days that had the man surprisingly raise a white flag. But the most dangerous thing he had to learn was the familial relationship you had with one Natasha Romanoff and Clint Burton, two people that he kept his distance with the most.

"Professor Snape has finally graced us with his presence."

Loki has learned since joining the team to choose his battle when it comes to Tony. This was one of those moment. Finding a vacant chair besides his brother, he had taken his seat. A big mistake on his part as he finds from across the table, you sat. In between a glaring Romanoff and Barton.

Wearing a smirk, just to get on the two super spies' nerve, he turned his attention right back into the meeting. He begins formulating a few little schemes to not only get on the two's nerved, but most especially yours.

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randomdancingwhore · 3 years

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Princess Protection Program - Helmut Zemo x Wakandan! Reader

Chapter 1: The (Not Quite) Meet Cute

Chapter Summary: Y/N and T'Challa mourn, and she meets a certain German psychiatrist.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of death of a family member, Drugging.

Notes: Female Reader, No beta read.

Word Count: 1520

The young prince, T'Challa, paced back and forth in the office. It had been a stressful day. He had fought the renowned Captain America.

Through the glass walls of the room, he saw a figure approaching. It was Y/N, his cousin who had he had been raised with like a sister. The approaching girl looked as innocent and demure as always. The structured business attire she donned looked out of place on her as she was more suited to the dainty dresses she usually wore.

The door opened, and the young woman rushed into her cousin's awaiting arms. The sound of her sobs filling the office. The girl pulled back,

"What happened, cousin? Is it true?" She asked, eyes glittering with tears.

"Yes, that man killed our king. He murdered my father, our father in cold blood," T'Challa stated.

Y/N fell back into the Prince's arms, once again sobbing. Y/N was not the king's daughter. She wasn't even from his side of the family. She was the daughter of Queen Ramonda's younger brother, and after he and Y/N's mother's mysterious death the Queen and her husband took the girl in. They raised her like their own child, and in return, she felt as though they were her parents.

"I tried to bring him the justice that he deserved, but Steve Rogers protected that murderer, the Winter Soldier," The Prince spat.

"But Captain America saves people. He’s good." The girl marvelled at the information given to her.

"I thought so too, cousin."

»»——⍟——««

The pair sat at the desk. T'Challa had calmed down enough to have the tea that was brought in. Cup in hand, he wondered what the girl was doing so far from safety. Y/N had been in the UN building during the bombing. She had been scooped away by the Dora as soon as she was found in the rubble.

Y/N had accompanied her uncle and cousin to Vienna for her first official trip as a diplomat after her university graduation. She didn't want to attend the UN meeting, but never could say no to anyone.

"I'm grateful for your company, Y/N, but I must know why you've come here? You should be somewhere more secure," T'Challa inquired.

Y/N gently put down her teacup and patted the corner of her lips with a cloth serviette, "This tea is wonderful. Uncle would have enjoyed it," The girl mused, trying to change the subject.

"You haven’t answered my question, Y/N. What are you doing here?"

Taking a deep breath, she said "I've been asked to do a job,"

When T'Challa stayed silent, she continued, "Rather... I asked to do a job... I asked to sit in on the Winter Soldiers psychological assessment."

T'Challa stood suddenly, making Y/N gasp as the table shook.

"You will do no such thing!"

"T'Challa, please. I'll be fine. It is my job, after all," Y/N pleaded. She hated to see people upset, and it made her feel even worse when she was the cause of it.

"That man is dangerous!"

"I'm aware, but I have to see him, I have to see the man that took our father from us" Her voice cracked, making the T’challa soften.

The Prince settled back into his chair, and Y/N took his hands. "Please let me do this. I'm begging you".

»»——⍟——««

The session was due to begin soon. Y/N stood alone outside the door, waiting for the psychiatrist to arrive.

Composing herself was more challenging than she thought it would be, but King T'chaka's murderer was so close, so who could fault her for being terrified of the man that had shaken her family like this?

Y/N felt fresh tears gathering.

"Is everything okay, Frauline?" A masculine voice said from behind her.

Y/N jumped with a squeak as she spun around to find a handsome young man before her. He had short brown hair, a five o'clock shadow and a pair of glasses on.

"I'm fine, thank you, sir. I'm just waiting for the doctor," she assured him.

"Oh," he says, extending a hand, "My apologies. Dr. Theo Broussard"

Y/N takes his hand and gives it a weak shake. She smiles timidly. This wasn't who she expected.

"Y/N M/N L/N, ward of the Wakandan royal family, but I prefer just Y/N. I'm here to observe the assessment process?"

She sees the doctor's jaw clench at her last statement but pushes it aside.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N. Ward of the royal family, you say? Do you share any relation to the late King of Wakanda" he ponders.

"He is- was my uncle" She shifts uncomfortably, and the man sends her a sad look.

"I’m truly regretful of his loss. He seemed like a good man."

"Thank you, he was," Y/N said, thinking fondly of her uncle.

"I feel inclined to ask about the ethics of your observation. You are, as they say, 'too close to the case'"

"I assure you, I won't try to sway your judgement on the Soldier's evaluation. You won't even know I'm there," Y/N says

Dr. Broussard hums and looks into her eyes, reading her.

"Are you frightened to go in there?" He asks

"I won't lie, I am. I've always been very good at making other people feel better, be more at peace, you know. That's why I felt it was so right for me to pursue a career in psychology. But here I am, with my degree, and I can help everyone feel better but myself" She laughed a bit, and the doctor smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"It will take work, but you'll find a way. And remember, James Barnes is restrained. He can't get to you."

He fishes something out of his pocket and offers it to her. It's a Turkish delight. "Something to calm your nerves."

Y/N smiles and takes it. He watches her unwrap it and pop it in her mouth.

»»——⍟——««

Y/N didn't feel right. She was beginning to feel a bit weak and foggy.

Chalking it up to the fact that she was sat in a dim room with a killer, she ignores it.

As the doctor had said, the Winter Soldier was restrained, but it did little to help her feel safe. She did feel angry, an emotion she hardly ever felt but as soon as she had set foot into the room and saw the Winter Soldier, anger and fear consumed her.

Y/N was seated in a chair beside Dr. Broussard. Sending an icy glare, she didn't know she was capable of towards the man behind the glass.

"Tell me, Bucky, you've seen a great deal, haven't you?" The doctor asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," The Soldier said with a downtrodden tone, and a pang of pity hit Y/N's chest. She tried to push it down quickly, but it lingered.

Y/N began to feel light-headed. Touching the back of her hand to her forehead to make sure she wasn't feverish.

"Ms. L/N, is everything all right?" He asked, noticing her movement.

"It's nothing, Doctor."

He clears his throat and continues talking to Bucky. "You feel that if you open your mouth, the horrors will never stop."

As the doctor said this, the pity Y/N felt began to grow. She knew what HYDRA had done to him, and looking into his eyes, she could see that he was haunted. 'But HYDRA didn't make him kill my uncle' Y/N tried to convince herself, wanting so badly to remain angry, to show loyalty to her family, but the pity still grew.

The fogginess in her mind also grew. Stars began to gather in her vision, and she felt her eyes clouding over.

"Don't worry," The doctor says to the Winter Soldier.

Y/N stands, ready to excuse herself.

"We only have to talk about one," the doctor finishes.

The woman collapses to the ground as darkness and blinking, red lights overtake the room.

The powers out.

Going in and out of consciousness. Y/N hears banging and words spoken in Russian as she desperately tries to stay awake, translating what she can.

"Seventeen"

Bang!

"Benign"

Bang!

"Nine"

Bang!

"Homecoming"

Bang!

"One"

Bang!

"Freight car"

Crash!

Silence fills the room.

"Soldier?" she hears the doctor ask in Russian

"Ready to comply," The Winter Soldier replies.

Y/N's mind goes blank.

»»——⍟——««

Looking down at the girl passed out on the floor, Zemo couldn't help but feel a little bad.

The reason she had gotten in his way was because she was looking for closure over something he had done.

He knelt beside her and took off his jacket. Folding it into a makeshift pillow, he raised Y/N's head and places it beneath her. It was the least he could do.

He ran his thumb over her cheek. Even in a coerced slumber, the pretty young woman looked so peaceful and vulnerable—a sleeping beauty. 'How ironic,' he thought.

Far off he heard the footsteps of Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson as they approached.

He didn’t linger anymore. There was still work to be done...

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