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is-it-madness · 3 years

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Metal Fingers

A/N 1: This fic is for my lovely beta/bestie @wowjeena Heyyo, would you be up to writing a soulmate au with Bucky? You can choose which type of soulmate au but can you make the reader a normal person (so not an Avenger or anything related)?? Thanks girl and if you don’t wanna that’s chill 👉🏼👉🏼 So... it’s not exactly a soulmate au, but I hope this is okay instead ☺️💜💜 I’m also so sorry it took so long. I hope you like it, my dear.

A/N 2: The Bucky Barnes Exhibit states he was born in 1916, but at the bottom where it gives his life span, it says he was born in 1917. I googled it to find the correct year, and it said 1917… I don’t know what to do with that information, other than to tell you guys there’s a mistake in the movie.

A/N 3: I apparently couldn’t make this a one shot, so it’ll be a multi part story. I’m aiming between 3-5 parts

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x single mom!reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k+

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Part 1

A Fallen Comrade.

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Born in 1916, Barnes grew up the oldest child of four. An excellent athlete who also excelled in the classroom. Barnes enlisted in the Army shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor. After winter training at Camp McCoy, Wisconsin, Barnes and the rest of the 107th shipped out to the Italian front. Captured by Hydra troops later that fall, Barnes endured long periods of isolation, deprivation and torture. But his will was strong. In an ironic twist of fate, his prison camp was liberated by none other than his childhood friend, Steve Rogers, now Captain America.

Reunited, Barnes and Rogers led Captain America’s newly formed unit, The Howling Commandos. Barnes’ marksmanship was invaluable as Rogers and his team destroyed Hydra bases and disrupted Nazi troop movements throughout the European Theater.

He knew these words. He read and reread them dozens— if not hundreds— of times. He wrote them down in every one of his notebooks as he was scrapping, searching for his memories that were just out of his reach. He could nearly taste them. They fluttered teasingly in front of him: close, but not close enough for him to snatch out of the air of uncertainty.

He pulled a fresh notebook from his bag and a pencil, worried away from teeth and words.

Start with what you know…

My name is James Buchanan Barnes. I was taken captive by Hydra and was used by them. I know a man named Steve. He was my friend.

He trailed off. This is where he always was left floating in a sea of not knowing. He was left grasping for more. He was a starved man, empty without his memories. The few he managed to uncover did little to tide him over from insanity. He bit at that familiar indentation on his pencil, trying to think of something, anything at this point that was more than those four simple sentences he’s written everyday for the past several weeks. Sighing and pulling his baseball cap lower in frustration, Bucky returned his supplies to his bag, stood, and swung it over his right shoulder. Eyes low, and clutching his bag, Bucky made his way towards the exit of the crowded museum. Ever since the Potomac, this section of the Smithsonian was more packed than usual.

Nearly there. Nearly there.

It was an understatement to say that Bucky Barnes didn’t like crowded areas. Too many bodies, pressing, and pushing against each other, loud noises, pointless conversations discussing mundane things.

Nearly there. Nearly ther—

“Oof!”

He wouldn’t have noticed the boy that ran into him if his bag hadn’t slipped from his hand, spilling out the contents onto the floor. Bucky hurriedly crouched to retrieve his precious memories. He barely registers the boy picking up the items that had strayed a bit further.

“Here you go Mister! I’m sorry for bumping into you like that.”

Bucky silently takes his belongings back from the little boy standing in front of him.

Bucky unintentionally begins to analyze him.

Probably seven or eight. Bright eyes. Tousled hair. Skinny. Doesn’t clear 100 pounds soaking.

He shakes his head. Stop. No more.

“Whoa, cool! Metal fingers!!”

Bucky quickly retracts his fingerless-gloved hand.

The boy pulls his hand from his sweatshirt pocket. “Yours are cooler, but I have metal fingers too! Well, actually it’s a metal arm because the doctors had to get rid of my real one because I got hurt super bad, but I think it’s really cool.”

The boy said this all extremely fast, Bucky had to blink a few times to register what he had said. A compliment? For his hand? A hand that’s maimed, killed, and caused so many people to suffer?

“Uh… I… I have a metal arm too.”

The little boy’s eyes widened even more. He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but Bucky took off his glove and showed it to the boy.

He took Bucky’s hand in his and stared at it, looking back and forth at Bucky’s hand and his. Bucky stood there stiffly, unsure how to respond. The boy looked up at Bucky solemnly.

“Do you have super powers?” he whispered.

Bucky couldn’t help but crack a smile at his seriousness, but before he could answer, a woman came running through the crowd.

“Noah!”

The boy turned to give her a lopsided grin. “Hi Mom!”

“How many times have I told you to stay by my side, young man?”

The boy, Noah, dropped Bucky’s hand and took a step closer to the woman. “Sorry. But Mom!”

A raised brow silenced Noah. The woman looked up at Bucky.

“I’m so sorry if he was bothering you. He’s very social.”

Bucky forgot how to speak for a minute. The woman standing in front of him was… well, he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as her. Bright, sparkling eyes confirming where Noah got his from, a soft voice, and a sweet smile.

“Oh, uh, no. I mean, he is. I mean‒” When was the last time he had gotten tongue-tied?

Bucky cleared his throat, forced himself to try to ignore the sweet smile that was widening, and tried again. “He wasn’t bothering me. We were just talking about‒”

“His metal arm! Look at it, Mom!” Noah hurries back to Bucky’s side and holds his mechanical hand. “Look how awesome it is! And it’s huge!” He started poking Bucky’s upper arm and gasps. “And so are his muscles!! I bet he could crush anything!”

Noah began miming picking up heavy objects or crushing imaginary things, complete with sound effects. Bucky doesn’t miss Noah’s mother’s eyes widen slightly when Noah pointed out how massive his biceps are.

“Noah, honey, why don’t we go check out the exhibit?”

“Oh yeah! Let’s go, Mom!” He nearly takes off again before giving his mother a sheepish smile.

“What did you do?”

“I… I turned our map into a paper airplane.”

“And?”

“And... it… flew out of my hands?”

“Mm hmm. I see. Well, I guess we’ll just have to come back another time.”

Noah gasps and clutches his mom’s hand. “No! Please Mom! Don’t do this to me!!”

Her laugh causes Bucky’s heart to skip a few beats, and it frustrates him that he doesn’t know why.

“Which exhibit are you looking for?”

Noah looks at Bucky and salutes. “We’re here to see the Mister Captain America exhibit.”

“I could take you guys there.”

What. On earth. Gave him that idea?!

“Woo! Let’s‒”

Noah’s cheer was cut off by his mother. “Oh, no that’s okay. I’m sure you’re busy and you probably have something to get to you.”

She’s right… Why did I even offer in the first place? I can’t‒

“It’s not a problem. I was heading over there right now actually.”

Jesus! What’s wrong with me?

Noah grabbed his mother’s hand and followed Bucky to the famed exhibit.

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“So, I take it Noah’s a fan of the Captain?”

The beautiful lady standing next to him nodded. “Yeah, Noah loves him; really looks up to him.”

“Makes sense, he’s a good guy.”

“Sounds like you’ve met him before.”

“You could say that.”

They were pulled away from their conversation when Noah ran up to them, grinning.

“Mom! Look how skinny Steve was! And, and his friend? Um… Bucky? Yeah! Bucky! He would always help Steve out because Steve would always get in fights! So Bucky would come and have to save him!”

Noah then proceeded to animatedly tell his audience how Steve became the Captain and fought in the War. When he went to go read the display in front of Steve’s motorcycle, Bucky turned back to the woman.

“Is this his first time here?”

She nodded and smiled. “I promised I would take him when I had a day off. He’s been waiting for weeks.”

A pause.

“How ‘bout you?”

“What?” Damn that smile! He got distracted.

“I take it this isn’t your first time here?”

“No, ma’am.”

Her giggle caused his firm expression to slip into a small smile.

Bucky spent the rest of the afternoon showing Noah around. He learned that Noah and his mother had been in a terrible car accident two years before. The injuries Noah sustained to his right arm were irreversible, thus leading to an amputation, a prosthetic arm, and even though she didn’t say, expensive medical bills burdened on his mother.

When the museum closed, Noah was asking his mother when they’d be able to return.

“I’m not sure baby. How about next weekend?”

Noah did a little dance showing his affirmation. Then he looked at Bucky.

“Will you be here too, Mr. James?”

“Uh, yeah sure kid. I’ll be here.”

Noah fist pumped as his mother said goodbye to Bucky.

~~~

Holy shit. Holy shit!

You had been trying to keep your cool ever since you found Noah with James. You were eating dinner and you still hadn’t gotten over him. That man was fucking stunning. Blue, blue eyes that were filled with such sorrow, a smile that made your insides flutter, and a deep voice you were willing to listen to for hours on end. Soft and sonorous. And he was so sweet and kind with Noah. That alone had you taking a liking to him.

“Mom?! Mom!”

“Oh— sorry, baby. What’s wrong?”

“Thanks for taking me to the museum.”

You ruffle his hair. “Thanks for being so patient for me.”

He smiles as he shovels pasta into his mouth.

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Miracles in Gotham: Chapter Six: The Calm Before

Thank you to @ozmav for the Maribat AU and @mystery-5-5 for helping me out loads with the story!

I was supposed to update every day starting December 11, but I was busy with the holidays so I couldn’t and then I had a really shit sleep schedule. Basically, I’m super sorry and this is me attempting to make it up to you guys.

Also, some people keep bringing up that Marinette could just use Kaalki to go from Gotham to Paris, so I’m going to take this chapter as a chance to explain why that isn’t.

Also, this chapter will be super long because I’m trying to get the gang in Gotham by Chapter 10 at the latest.

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Dear Diary,

Sass’ story was...informative in some ways. In some ways, I see myself in Alfred Pennyworth. I can’t imagine not having the Ladybug Miraculous or Tikki in my life but unlike Alfred there are days where I want to quit and leave it all for someone else, someone older, wiser, better, to fix.

But, there’s just me. Just Marinette.

I’m thinking of going to Gotham to see if Alfred Pennyworth has acquired anything worthwhile after his time with the Snake Miraculous. At least Papa and Maman will be happy I’m going.

I’ll have to speak with Chat first. After all, this decision affects him too, and he’ll need to know why I’m not arriving on patrols or akuma attacks. It’s times like these where I wish I could just pop open the box and call on Kaalki, but it’s not possible for now. Either I get the tablet from Hawkmoth or I learn how to read the Journal myself to open the stupid box. Hawkmoth really is the root of my problems, huh?

I should get going now. It’s about time for my patrol.

Wish me luck!

Bisoux,

Marinette

Later that night, Ladybug found herself again on top of the Eiffel Tower, this time without the threat of falling over the edge. She watched the darkening skyline for the sight of her partner, half hoping he’d show up sooner, half hoping he wouldn’t show up at all. She had called him earlier for an impromptu meeting, and he had mentioned that he also had something to tell her.

Whatever it was, she had a feeling that she wouldn't exactly be happy with it.

In her lap sat the rather large spotted egg that was supposed to be the Miraculous Box. In the cloth shoulder bag beside her contained the rest of the active Miraculous. The other kwami were currently flying around enjoying the fresh Parisian air. She wasn’t too sure why she had brought them in the first place. It had been a hassle to travel with them (since the egg didn’t fit in her yoyo and the bag took a while to adjust to), but maybe it was time to take Chat’s words into consideration and start trusting him with the Guardian side of the Miraculous a bit more.

Especially with what she was planning to do.

“Do you think you and Chat will be able to open it, Master?” Sass asked, floating in front of her face.

“I’m not sure. Maybe we could with Cataclysm, but that’s not a risk I’m willing to take.”

“Rightly so!” Longg huffed. “We do not know the consequences for the other kwamis if you plan to turn the Box into ashes. Think of all the other kwamis that are trapped in there! It would be reckless to do so even if Tikki’s power could reverse the effects of Plagg’s.”

Pollen sighed and floated on top of the box, lying down and patting it with her small arms. “My poor comrades. I know how hard it is to be stuck on the other side, but have patience, my friends.”

Ladybug frowned. “Is it really so bad?”

Wayzz joined Pollen on the box. “We’re isolated from the world in that space, without a notion of time passing as humans would. It gets lonely, even if we all have each other,” he explained.

“That’s horrible,” Ladybug whispered. She watched as Sass, Longg, and Trixx joined the other two on the Box. She never really thought about how stressful this must’ve been for the kwamis whose only companions were each other. They were cut off without means of communicating from one side of the other. Her chest tightened at the sight of them and she found herself retreating to the now all too familiar spiral of deprecating notions.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a deep howl ringing through the night sky. She looked up to find Chat Noir catapulting himself into the sky with his baton, doing a few flips before coming back down and doing it all over again, each time more ridiculous and flamboyant than the last. By the time he reached the Eiffel Tower, he was panting, although he grinned widely at Ladybug’s applause.

“Even better than last time, Chat,” she remarked, adjusting the bag to allow Chat a place to sit. “Have you been practicing lately?”

Chat retracted his baton and sat down with a graceful flourish. “Why of course, my Lady. All the better to please you.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes fondly and elbowed him. “Chat.”

“And by please you, I mean as friends of course!” Chat exclaimed, holding his hand up. “Chaton’s honour.”

Ladybug giggled. “Well, if that’s the case, consider me pleased.” She sighed and shifted to face him. “Time for business.”

“And what’s this you got here, bug?” He asked, craning his head to observe the spotted egg and the kwami all over. “Did my Ladybird lay an egg while I was gone?”

Ladybug huffed. “This egg is the Miracle Box I told you about.”

Chat lifted his head to meet her eyes. “No. Really?”

“Yes, really. Why?”

Chat reached out to pet the kwami with his fingers. “Well, it’s definitely marketable, if you’re into that sort of thing.”

Ladybug scoffed. “If it was so marketable, it’d open without any trouble.” She sighed. “This isn’t really why I called you here but do you have any ideas what we could do to open it?”

Chat contemplated the Box, his finger and thumb playing with his chin like he had an invisible goatee. “I could try to use Cataclysm and you can use Miraculous Ladybug to bring it back?”

“The kwami were just talking about that. We can’t risk hurting the kwami.” Ladybug furrowed her eyebrows. “Wait, maybe Lucky Charm…?”

“You think it’ll work?”

“Either way it’ll be lucky,” she said before handing the box and bag to Chat and standing up.

“Lucky Charm!”

A red and black spotted bone popped out of thin air and into Ladybug’s hands. At first glance it seemed like an actual bone, but it was soft and plush to the touch.

Ladybug wrinkled her nose. “A chew toy?”

Chat struggled to refrain from laughing. “Got a little doggie you’re hiding from me, my Lady?” He mimed fainting, his hand clutching at his heart dramatically. “Oh, the betrayal, Ladybug! How could you replace me with a dog?”

Chat’s dramatics continued while Ladybug analyzed the chew toy. It was slightly larger than her palm, and always reverted back to its original state despite Ladybug squishing, twisting, and almost ripping it apart. After a while, she called for the kwami and Chat, ignoring the latter’s spiel.

“Barkk’s the dog miraculous...would she be able to sense the chew toy and phase out of there?” Ladybug looked up to see that the kwami and Chat were looking at her stunned.. “Oh, what?” I’m trying,” she huffed.

Trixx laughed and floated over to the lucky charm to inspect it themselves. “Remember to look underneath the underneath, O dear Guardian. The one thing Tikki and I have in common is that with us, everything is not what it seems. Maybe you’ll require a dog in the future, or maybe dogs will be irrelevant in the scenario.”

Ladybug huffed. “Thanks for the insight, Trixx. Helpful as always.” Trixx merely giggled and gave her a wink. Trixx was often a delight to have around, mostly because they helped Marinette with her plans and schemes, but they were also often vague to the point of nonsense.

“Let’s see if being Mister Bug has taught me anything about Lucky Charms, my Lady,” Chat said, trading the chew toy for the Miracle Box. He held it up and played with it. “Supple, really soft but really sturdy. Maybe it could be a door stopper? Or we could tie it onto the Miracle Box and drop it from the Eiffel Tower and the force, upon hitting the chew toy will not only cushion the fall, but pop the box open.”

“Uh, physics might not be my greatest subject, chaton, but I don’t think that’s how it works. Like, at all,” Ladybug said, following behind Chat as he trailed along the beam.

“Right you are, but a lot of your normal plans usually defy the laws of physics so who knows?” Chat turned around to grin at her.

Ladybug pursed her lips. “I mean, I guess we could try, but not from the Eiffel Tower.” Ladybug adjusted the box in her hands and shoved to bag over Chat’s shoulders. “Meet me at the Louvre and don’t drop the bag. The kwami’s miraculous are in there.”

“Aye, aye, my Lady.”

With that, both heroes headed to the Louvre to test Chat’s theory. Needless to say, it didn’t work. It had ended with the Miracle Box falling on top of M. Kubdel’s head as he was heading out of the museum (thankfully, it had fallen where the chew toy had been). This incident led to M. Kubdel yelling at Ladybug and Chat Noir who couldn’t convince him that they were in fact, the actual heroes doing Official Superhero Business. That then turned into a chase of cat and mouse between Ladybug and Chat, and M. Kubdel because he had been convinced that the Miracle Box would make a great exhibit in the museum and would’ve gotten away with it if Chat hadn’t used his baton to shove the Miracle Box out of his arms, and Ladybug using the yoyo string to trip M. Kubdel. Ladybug had to swoop in quickly and save him from falling on his face while Chat chased after the Box to prevent potential damage. By the end of it all, an irate Ladybug and a sheepish Chat Noir scurried back to the Eiffel Tower before any curious civilians could follow them and see their antics. Or before M. Kubdel could gather up the guts to run off with the Miracle Box again. The kwamis flew behind the two heroes, their tiny laughter echoing behind them.

Ladybug let out a heavy sigh. “Well, that was a bust.”

“It was...interesting,” Chat said, although he winced at Ladybug’s tired eyes bore through him. “Okay, well it could’ve been worse.”

“M. Kubdel basically chased us off of the museum grounds, Chat,”she deadpanned. “And then he tried to steal the Box.”

Chat winced again. “Okay, yeah it definitely could’ve gone so much better.” Chat chanced smiling at Ladybug. “You’ve got to admit, it was a little bit fun. “

Ladybug breathed in, before breaking out into a small smile. “Okay, it was a little bit fun.” A moment of silence passed before the two teens fell into rambunctious laughter, leaning into each other to keep their balance. It took a few moments for them to calm down and regain their bearings.

“We’re so gonna have to apologize to M. Kubdel when we next see him,” Ladybug managed to say in between chuckles.

Chat scoffed playfully. “Of course, my Lady. We are outstanding, proper citizens, after all,” he said in a voice that was more posh than his regular voice.

“Okay, okay. Back to business, chaton,” Ladybug said, squaring her shoulders and tightening her grip on the Miracle Box. Chat adjusted the shoulder bag on his shoulder and turned to face her.

“What’s up, bug?”

She breathed in deeply. Before she could say anything about what she wanted to tell Chat, she remembered that he also had something he wanted to tell her. “You first, chaton. What’s up?”

It was almost comical the way Chat straightened his posture with wide eyes and avoided Ladybug’s gaze. Ladybug pitched the bridge of her nose. What the hell did her partner do now?

“Chat…,”

Chat held out the chew toy in front of him to provide some cover and space between himself and the spotted heroine. “So, do you remember that thing we talked about the other night? With the Justice League?”

Ladybug slowly nodded, already starting to connect the dots.

“So, I may have-”

“So, you may have?”

“Yes, I may have, let me finish, Ladybug!” Chat exclaimed before shifting his stance. “Anyways, I may have emailed them that same night…,” he trailed off.

Ladybug froze. “You mean that same night I told you why it was a bad idea to do so? And you agreed to drop it?”

Chat interrupted her before she could continue. “Hold on, I didn’t necessarily agree to drop it. Look, just listen to what I have to say first, oui?”

Ladybug sighed. “Fine.”

“RIght. Anyways, I did contact them, but not to help us here, but for advice. Since you know, we haven’t really made any progress with finding out who Hawkmoth actually is. Maybe they have some insight.”

Ladybug huffed. There was a part of her that wanted to scream at Chat Noir, remind him about the risks and why they hadn’t done so before, and how they didn’t help before, but she simply relaxed her shoulders. “Sit down, chaton. I’m not gonna do anything to you.”

Chat’s eyes shifted from the empty spot beside her to her. “You sure?”

She nodded. “I’m not going to liee, I’m really pissed that you went behind my back like that, but it’s done. Besides, you’re definitely right that we need help and you’re not the only one who went around looking for help.” She looked around and called out, “Sass!”

“I’m sorry by the way. If it helps, I only got the automatic reply so far,” Chat said, patting Ladybug’s shoulder.

“Thanks, chaton.” When Sass flew to both of them, she continued. “I asked Marianne if she knew anything about the Miraculous, and she mentioned a guy named Alfred Pennyworth who was the Snake Miraculous user before Viperion.”

“Hey, Sass,” Chat greeted, giving the kwami a tiny high five. “Then what’s so important about this Alfred Pennyworth?”

“He was close with Master Fu during World War Two and held onto the Snake Miraculous the longest. Sass mentioned that Alfred had plans on researching the Miraculous after his time in service. I’m planning on seeking him out for information, but, here’s the part you’re not going to like.”

Chat tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

Ladybug gulped. “I’m planning to seek him out, but he lives abroad somewhere in the Americas.”

Ladybug let the information sink in as Chat’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Marinette had contemplated telling Chat where exactly in America she would be, but decided not to risk him making the connection between her trip and the akuma class’ excursion to Gotham.

“But the akumas-” Before Chat could continue, Ladybug interrupted him.

“I will be going abroad, but Ladybug isn’t.” She played with her fingers before continuing. “I will be taking the Miracle Box and Sass with me, but I’m leaving Tikki behind with one of the other users.”

“Isn’t that a risk to their identity, though?” Chat asked, scratching his head. “I mean, it looks like you’ve thought it all out but don’t you think you need more time before-”

“I have a week before I go,” Ladybug interjected. “I talked to Tikki and she can make it so the new Ladybug owner looks completely unrecognizable from their previous hero identity. I’ll have to train them in the next week to the best of my ability.”

“Why can’t you just take the Horse Miraculous with you?” Chat asked.

Ladybug simply held up the locked Miracle Box and shaked it a bit. Chat’s lips formed an ‘O’ in understanding. Ladybug nodded sympathetically. “Yeah, I know. It sucks major ass.”

Chat gulped. “I,” he sighed. “Is there any way that any of the other heros can fill in my spot too?”

Ladybug blinked in surprise. “You’re going out of the city too?”

“Yeah. My class has a class trip in Gotham and my attendance is mandatory,” he explained. Ladybug tried to forget the unnecessary parts of what he said. Despite the fact that Ladybug often scolded him for it, Chat Noir was still more lax about revealing personal details. It took her a second to fully process what he said.

“Gotham?” She squeaked. “Your class is taking a trip to Gotham? As in the Gotham trip that Mme. Bustier’s class is taking?” Ladybug’s eyes were the size of saucers and she had shifted so closely to him, they were practically nose-to-nose. Chat seemed to realize his mistake because his eyes widened and his breath hitched as he backed away from Ladybug, his tail swinging wildly behind him.

“I, I mean Georgia! Like the state, Georgia!”

Ladybug backed down, her eyebrows furrowed. She knew he was lying, but it was probably better to dismiss it. There was no way Chat Noir had been in her class this entire time. And even if he was, Chat’s identity was so not her priority right now. She cleared her throat.

“Right! Heard they had great beaches this time of year,” Ladybug blurted out, not really sure of what she was saying, but it seemed to calm Chat down, so she didn’t really care.

“Yep. Great academic stuff too like...aquariums…,” Chat trailed off, pursing his lips and looking like he swallowed a lemon.

“Right! Well, we can probably get the others a user to cover for you, if you already have someone in mind,” Ladybug said very quickly, still trying to get her mind off of the fact that Chat was going to be in Gotham the same time she was what the fuc-

“Uh, yeah.” Chat looked away bashfully, his cheeks reddening. “I was thinking of asking Kagami Tsurugi. She was Ryuko before so she’ll be used to the Miraculous.”

Ladybug nodded. “Sass, can you call the other kwami over here, please?”

“Yesss, my Guardian.” With that, Sass flew off and returned with the other kwamis.

“Change of plans, guys,” she said, addressing them each with a subtle nod. “Chat’s going abroad as well so we need to use one of your Miraculous as well. Is there any kwami willing?”

Wayzz floated forward. “Who will be the recipient?”

“Kagami Tsurugi,” Chat said. Without saying a word, Longg shook her head and bowed out. She felt a bit sad that Ryuko couldn’t become active on the field without risking her identity. In her stead, Pollen floated forward determinedly.

“My Guardian, I believe my Venom will be most useful for this mission,” she chirped. Ladybug turned toward Chat.

He nodded. “I think that’d be ideal. Kagami’s very...straightforward.”

She nudged him. “You know her well, then huh, chaton?” she teased, raising her eyebrow at him.

His cheeks darkened and shoved her back playfully. “As if you don’t have your own boy toy running around, my Lady.”

Ladybug snorted. “I don’t have a boy toy, chaton. I’m too busy for all of that anyways,” she huffed.

“Not even for the guy you have feelings for?” he winked.

She shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “I think I’m ready to get over him, honestly. Not jealous, are you, chaton?”

Chat smiled lazily. “I think I got the message by now, my Lady. I’m not going to wait for you if you don’t want me there.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. She knew Chat had feelings for her, but since she could never really reciprocate, she was happy he was moving on. “Anyways, you’ll be giving Kagami the Bee Miraculous tomorrow and we’ll help her get used to her new powers over the next week.”

Chat nodded. “By the way, Ladybug. Who did you choose to be the new bug?”

She smiled softly. “Luka Couffaine.”

His eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “He’s been through numerous resets and has helped me out in the ones I could remember, so he would be the most familiar with my tactics and how the Lucky Charms work.”

“Makes sense,” Chat mused. He turned toward her with a face-splitting grin and held his fist out.

“Pound it?”

Ladybug smiled and copied his motions.

“Pound it.”

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thorne93 · 3 years

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The Stars Made Us (Part 25)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: angst and language throughout, violence/gore, blood, surgery

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @quailliamyfears, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong and @arrow-guy and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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Almost another month had passed since your first passion filled night with Stephen. Now, you’d been at Kamar-Taj six months. But Stephen was right about seeing Charles, so you did talk to the Ancient one and three times a week, you would visit Charles. In person, you two more than made up. He apologized deeply, explaining that he just missed you so much and worried he was losing you. You said you understood and things seemed to be on the balance with Charles and Stephen for a while.

Stephen said he was going to the library after dinner and you said you’d be in the bedroom, putting away the clothes you had cleaned the day before. After a while, you decided to join him in the library.

When you got in there, you didn’t find anyone up front. Instead, Stephen, Mordo, and Wong were speaking angrily. You frowned as you joined them.

“What you just did takes more than a good memory. You were born for the mystic arts,” Mordo was saying as you walked in.

“And yet, my hands still shake,” Stephen said angrily.

Wong replied, “For now, yes.”

“Not forever?” he clarified.

“We’re not prophets.”

“When do you start telling me what we are?” Stephen demanded. At first, you wanted to reign him in a bit, remind him that he owed these people, but then you realized you slightly wanted to know too.

Wong nodded, seeming to concede. “While heroes like the Avengers protect the world from physical dangers, we sorcerers safeguard it against more mystical threats.”

“The Ancient One is the latest in a long line of Sorcerers Supreme, going back thousands of years to the father of the mystic arts, the mighty Agamotto. The same sorcerer who created the eye you so recklessly borrowed. Agamotto built 3 Sanctums in places of power, where great cities now stand. That door leads to the Hong Kong Sanctum, that door to the New York Sanctum. That one, to the London Sanctum. Together, the Sanctums generate a protective shield around our world.”

“The Sanctums protect the world, and we sorcerers protect the Sanctums,” Mordo said.

Stephen gave Wong a look filled with anger and suspicion. To be honest, you were starting to get worried too. You thought this was just a place to learn mystic arts, to heal. Now, you learned they were some sort of warriors?

“From what?” he demanded.

“Other-dimensional beings that threaten our universe.”

“Like Dormammu?” Stephen asked.

“Where did you learn that name?” Mordo asked.

“I just read it in The Book of Cagliostro. Why?”

“Dormammu dwells in the Dark Dimension, beyond time. He is the cosmic conquerer, the destroyer of worlds. A being of infinite power and endless hunger, on a quest to invade every universe and bring all worlds into his Dark Dimension. And he hungers for Earth most of all.”

“The pages that Kaecilius stole,” Stephen started, the wheels turning in his head.

“A ritual to contact Dormammu and draw power from the Dark Dimension,” Wong finished.

You shook your head, beyond confused and worried now. He looked at you and started to laugh.

“Uh, um, Okay. I’m out,” Stephen said and you whipped your face to him.

“Stephen,” you started, a bit of shock and chiding in your tone.

“No, YN, I came here to heal my hands, not fight in some mystical war.”

Suddenly, a bell began tolling and you looked to Stephen, then Wong.

“London.”

The door to London opened and a man was running out of it. He suddenly fell to his kneels with a gurgling sound and a nearly transparent spear in his back. Fear and panic overtook you. You backed up a step, holding onto Stephen’s arm.

“Kaecilius! No!” Wong shouted before a giant burst of light came flying at you all. It blasted both you and Stephen through another door, landing on the ground with debris hitting all over you.

Stephen and you got your feet as he shouted for Wong and Mordo, but a wall built itself between you and Kamar-Taj, dropping more debris on both of you. You coughed and he led you away from the wall, further into the new building you were in.

You two stumbled a bit and found yourselves at the bottom of a grand staircase. Stephen started to stumble a bit more, groaning.

“Stephen, Stephen, wait,” you called after him.

“One second,” he called back. He opened the door and you ran after him, through the doors. You stepped outside and the two of you looked around.

“We’re in--”

“New York,” he finished.

“So portal us back,” he suddenly said, turning to you.”

“What? I can’t. I don’t have a sling ring. Besides, you’re supposed to be as good as I am, by now.”

He nodded. “Right. I don’t have mine. Let’s start looking around. Maybe we can find a way back.”

The two of you began walking around the sanctum, calling out for anyone. The two of you wound up at the end of a hallway that had what appeared to be windows looking into several different environments. Stephen opened the tall glass doors on the window, exposing both of you to a giant gust of wind and sea mist. He saw the knob on the side of the window and turned it, making it a desert-scape.

“Well, that’s… handy. Saves on plane ticket costs,” you murmured.

“Yeah, no kidding.”

The exploration continued as you walked with Stephen.

“Did you mean what you said back there? About not continuing?”

“Yes,” he said adamantly.

“But--”

“Can we talk about this later, maybe? After we’re sure we aren’t being hunted by a guy who channels the dark universe or whatever.”

“Alright,” you said before the two of you called out again. You were walking through relics, it almost looked like a museum filled with old artifacts.

You and Stephen heard a noise making you look down some steps. You walked down them together and came to a banister overlooking more steps. You saw the wall and doors were moving oddly, as if folding in on themselves and then overlapping again. Stephen made a motion for you to stay behind him.

“Daniel. I see they made you Master of the Sanctum,” Kaecilius said as he walked in with two others. Your heart leapt into your throat at the sound and the sight. So he was hunting you two. That made you think about Wong and Mordo and you began to worry for them. You hoped they were alright, but right now you ahd to focus on possibly keeping you and Stephen alive.

“Do you know what that means?” the man asked.

“That you’ll die protecting it.”

The three of them formed their glass looking blades and began fighting him.

“Stephen, we can’t just stand here. We have to help him,” you urged quietly.

Just as Daniel fell to his knees, Stephen leapt over the railing and shouted, “Stop!”

But it was too late. Kaecillius stabbed the man, in the chest.

You gasped.

"How long have you been at Kamar-TaJ, Mister…?" he asked, and you felt extremely uncomfortable as his eyes looked dark, as if something was feeding on him.

"Doctor."

"Just Doctor?"

"It’s Strange," Stephen corrected and you narrowed your eyes, wondering why the hell he was talking with this guy and not just escaping him.

Kaecilius shrugged and said, "Maybe. Who am I to judge?"

He pulled his blade back and stabbed Daniel again in the torso, making him fall on the ground, dead.

This was the second man you’d seen killed in the course of ten minutes and you weren’t doing well with that. Your adrenaline hadn’t stopped pumping since the first man had fallen.

He then began to come up the stairs as the other two comrades ran up the other sides of the walls at you two. Stephen tried to conjure a weapon but he was too slow, and the woman came flying in from your right side, kicking you both and knocking you down.

The other man kicked Stephen, who was still standing. You formed a small whip from the very little you knew of sorcery and wrapped it around the woman’s leg and tugged. Thankfully, she didn’t expect you to do this so it gave you a small advantage that caught her off guard. This gave Stephen enough time to create his own form of a small whip and he snapped it in the man’s face before hitting the woman.

He leapt over the railing and lassoed a vase and slammed it into the man. Kaecilius made it up the stairs and he launched the blade at Stephen, but he deflected it into the mirror dimension. You kicked Kaecilius in the knee from the side, making him drop down, but he formed a blade and tried to stab you with it. You rolled out of the way before conjuring up a small shield before you got to your feet, running down the stairs.

Kaecilius ordered that the woman go after you and while he and the other man went after Stephen. You frowned before turning around to face her. Your anger growing every second. You focused your energy to create a weapon most like a baton, slashing at her.

She took her blade and cut at you. You jumped back, trying to dodge her blows. You conjured up a shield before pushing it out at her to get her back from you and when you did that, you kicked her hard in the chest. It knocked her back into the wall and you made a run for it, trying to get to Stephen.

You followed the sounds of thuds and grunts. When you found them, Kaecililius was twisting the hallway as if it were a dryer, and Stephen was the clothing inside, getting banged around like a pinball. You formed a long lasso and snapped it at him, knocking him off his focus. The woman showed up behind you and grabbed your head before swinging you hard into the floor. You saw black, and then blinding pain. You groaned as you rolled over, but at least she stopped focusing on you. But then she focused on Stephen -- that was worse.

She dove at him as he hung on the wall, but she missed him as he moved out of her way. She fell towards the windows that had the desert-scape on it. She landed ont he floor and stood quickly though. Stephen looked up towards you as he hung from the side of the wall. H esaw you clearly wounded and he focused back on the woman, letting go and knocking her through the windows, but he managed to hold on to the edge of the wall. But as he climbed back into the room and tried to change the access to the location, the other man ran up and began fighting Stephen.

Kaecilius reset his concentration on you as he saw you getting up. He sent a whip at you, wrapping it around your ankle and pulling. Making you fall backwards and hitting the back of your head. Now the front of your head and the back of your head.

As he pulled you you tried to fight it, before you formed a blade of your own and cut through the rope. He formed a clear blade again and launched it at you, and since you were only a few feet away, it plunged into your upper leg, pinning you to the floor.

“Fuck!” you screamed. You’d never felt pain this bad. White hot stabbing pains throbbed through your leg.

Now that you were incapacitated, he was focused on Stephen, armed with two glass blades he went after Stephen and you tried to get up, but you couldn’t. The blade was pinning you to the floor and you couldn’t grab it or you’d risk slicing your hands wide open. TKaecilius pushed Stephen away from him at one point and he ran towards you.

“Are you okay?” he asked quickly.

“No, but go! Go!” you managed to yell and he seemed to listen to you. He held your hand for a split second before looking back to Kaecililus who was turning around to get to him. “Go,” you whispered. He nodded, seeming to fight within himself before he grunted and ran off. He hoped he could lure Kaecilius away from you, and thankfully he was right.

Kaecilius completely ignored you as he dashed after Stephen but you hated the idea of not being able to help so you tried to think of something to conjure. You heard a crash and some more fighting and tears started to roll down your face.

If anything happened to Stephen you weren’t sure what you’d do.

More crashing and you were getting more angry and feeling more helpless by the second. Finally, you thought of conjuring a lasso around the blade and you ripped it out. Your medical training knew that wasn’t the best idea, but you didn’t have time for anything else.

As you got up and limped horribly, nearly crying out every time you moved any muscle, Stephen ran into you. He was bleeding profusely, blood running all over the floor.

“Oh my god. Stpehen,” you gasped and you tried to hold him up. He was falling towards the ground and you could barely hold yourself up.

The man was back and you were irritated. Beyond pissed. You let go of Stephen for a moment before turning to conjure a bolt of energy to cast the guy back. The cloak that you didn’t even notice on Stephen flew at the guy and started to slam him into the wall, the floor.

“Give me your sling ring,” you told Stephen.

“I don’t have it,” he choked out.

But that second, the man lost his sling ring. You quickly picked it up and portaled into the hospital Stephen used to work at -- the one that Christine still worked at. He was shaking horribly and his eyes were shutting in pain.

“Hang on, just hang on,” you ordered. You helped him through the portal in a janitors closet before pulling him through the doors with all your strength to carry yourself and him. Somehow you were able to block out most of your pain, if it meant helping Stpehen. He looked as if he were dying.

Once you got through the doors you began yelling. “Dr. Christine Palmer!” you shouted.

“Ma’am? What's wrong are you--”

“Where is Dr. Palmer?” you asked.

“We need to get you two--”

“Where is she?” you demanded angrily.

“Nurses station!” she responded, backing away.

“Chrisitine!” you shouted again, hoping she'd hear you.

Thankfully, she did.

“Y/N?” she asked, turning to face you and when she saw you trying to drag Stephen with you, her eyes went wide. “Oh my god!” she gasped. She ran over to help you carry him. “What happened?”

“We need to get me on an operation table now. Just you. Now! I don’t have any time!” Stephen informed her and the two of you got him in the closest OR.

“What the hell happened?” she demanded, looking at you and him.

“Stabbed. Cardiac tamponade.”

“My god, what are you wearing?” she asked him as she tore his robes open and you leaned on some equipment nearby trying not to bleed out or lose consciousness. “Chest cavity clear,” she announced as she tapped around his rib cage.

“The blood… is in the pericardial sac,” Stephen informed her.

A split second later, he lost consciousness.

“Christine!” you urged and she turned around to see why you were upset. You were pulling yourself to the table, your right leg practically falling off of you at this point. “Stephen? Stephen!” you tried , shaking him to see if he’d wake up.

“No, no, no,” she said desperately.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked at him. You squeezed your hands together tightly as you looked at him, biting your lip. Fear and anxiety filled you to the brim. Panic began to set in as your heart raced.

Christine attached a heart monitor to him quickly and it showed he was at least still alive. She got the needle ready to extract the blood pooling in the sac, and suddenly Stephen’s astral form burst through the air right next to you.

“Just a little higher. Please be careful with the needle,” he said suddenly.

She jumped back away from the table and shrieked. "Stephen? Oh lord, oh lord. What am I seeing?" she asked, looking terrified.

"My astral body," he explained.

"Are you dead?" she asked.

"No, Christine, but I am dying," he reminded and your chest restricted.

"Right. Right," she said as she walked over and repositioned the needle just before Stephen but his two fingers in himself to light up the area to show her where the blood had been pooling.

She worked on doing the procedure before suddenly Stephen looked up and said, “I’m gonna have to vanish now. Keep me alive, will you?”

“Thank you,” you said as you stood by the table before wincing in pain.

“Are you alright?” she asked, eyeing your leg. Blood had stained your pants and it was pooling on the floor.

You shook your head, shooting her a look that you needed help.

“Alright. I’ll page for another doctor to come get you--”

“No, I stay here.”

The light over the table moved and you just glanced at it, realizing what must be happening. Christine tried not to notice is as she addressed you again.

“You’re going to bleed out, Y/N, if we don't get you fixed up--”

You looked around and walked over to the medicine cabinet and tore out some gauze packets and held them to your wound, applying pressure.

“There? Happy?”

“Not really, but I can’t make you do anything.”

“I just… I can’t leave him,” you said.

She nodded. “Right, I understand.” She seemed to get moved by an unseen force and you frowned at her. “What’s happening?”

“If I had to guess, Stephen is fighting the astral form of the guy who attacked us,” you explained, looking around the room.

“And can you, uh--”

“Project my astral form? No. Stephen is the one in the real training, I just know a few tricks,” you explained.

One second later, the heart monitor began to ring out the horrifying monotone beep that signified Stephen’s heartbeat had stopped.

You stood up again and stood beside the bed. Chrisitne ran to get a crash cart and pulled it over, charging the paddles.

“Clear,” she announced and you made sure to stand back.

She hit him with the charge and you thought your heart would leap out of your chest at the sight of him coming up off the table. Another table went flying right after she did that and both of you looked its way.

“Stephen, come on,” she urged and you looked down at him in panic.

“Stephen?” you choked out.

Just before you were about to go into hysterics, the monitor began beeping. You and Christine looked at each other and rejoiced. But it was quickly tampered out when Stephen busted through in his astral projection and said, “Up the voltage and hit me again.”

Christine jumped back from him, gasping.

“What?” you asked of him, wondering if he’d lost his mind.

“Up the voltage, and hit me again.”

“What? No, you’re heart’s beating.”

“Just do it!” he ordered before stealing away again.

She glanced at you and you firmly agreed and said, “Do what he says.”

You stepped back, she upped the charge, and hit him again with the voltage. You tried not to let the sight cause you too much distress but it was hard. The next second, every lightbulb in the OR started bursting. You put your head down and covered your eyes.

Stephen finally came to life on the table, making Christine jump.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Y/N?" he asked, his eyes immediately going to you.

"I, uh, I'll be fine as soon as someone can look at my leg," you weakly said before collapsing on the ground next to the table.

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Fun with You (A Harley Quinn Request)

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 2706

Pairing: Harley Quinn X Reader

Warnings: Death, blood, murder

Request: Hi! May I ask one Harley Quinn imagine where the reader is part of the suicide squad and Harley always flirts with her? Thanks!

A/N: Tumblr and my computer are acting up so this fic will not be on my masterlist until I figure out what’s wrong. sorry!

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“Harls! Look what I found!” You skipped up to the brightly dressed woman holding a bat, a grin on your face.

Harley Quinn turned around, confusion, and then amusement growing on her face. “That’s going to tickle Rick!”

You swung the severed head up and caught it by the hair on the way down. Laughing, you shook the terrified man’s face in front of the Harlequin, “But he was a bad guy! Don’t I get brownie points for that?”

Harley laughed. Deadshot walked up to the pair of you, shaking his head, but a smirk on his face, “Now, come on guys. We’re supposed to be on a mission.”

You pouted, “But-”

Deadshot shook his head, “No ‘buts’ [Y/n]. Did you forget something?” He arched a brow, pointing to your neck.

Frowning, you reached up with your free hand and scratched where the bomb tracker was buried under your skin.

“Fine! Party pooper.” You muttered to Harley, who had to smother her laugh behind a hand when Deadshot raised his brows at the both of you.

You never would have pictured this as your life two years ago. You had been happily killing as many people as you could get away with.

You had been an orphan, raised on the streets of New York. The young gang you had wound up in had no issue taking lives to get money or food.

And you found you liked it. The thrill of the hunt, the look of absolute terror in someones eyes right before you squeezed the life from them or put a knife in their heart. The total control you had over someone’s life. It was like an aphrodisiac, a pill that soothed the anger that was constantly simmering inside you.

Soon you outgrew the gang that raised you on the street. Your bloodthirstiness causing unwanted attention to come onto them. So you left New York.

Bouncing from city to city, killing whenever you felt the urge, and sometimes taking the odd assassin for hire job. It was easy cash.

You soon built a reputation for yourself. The Scarlet Terror. You thought it had a nice ring to it, sorta reminded you of the plague.

No one had seen your face, or if they had, they never lived to tell anyone what you looked like.

Your signature? A heart, drawn with your victim's blood, on their chest.

You were wanted in almost every state, and even some countries across the water.

And then you wound up in Gotham. You had heard all the stories about the Batman, scarecrow, penguin, Joker and his little girl. You were actually hoping to run into one of them to see what made them so popular.

And you got your wish sooner than you thought.

Within a week of arriving in Gotham, you had found a billionaire with too much time on her hands. And so you decided to help her with that.

Sneaking into her mansion one night, you managed to surprise her and tie her up in the grand ballroom.

“This really is something else! Who knew the one percent had their own ballrooms!?” You twirled around under the lit chandelier, the staff standing along the wall, their fear written on their faces...next to the blood spatter of their fallen comrades who had tried to stand up to you.

The woman, Mary something or other, had her mouth taped shut and she was sitting in a chair. The poor dear.

You clicked your tongue at her tears. Wrenching her head up you shook your head at her, “You really should be proud. You’re hosting the one and only Scarlet Terror! You’re going to be on the front page of newspapers all over the city! Isn’t that exciting?” You laughed, the sound unhinged as you removed your hand from her face.

She shook, trembled, the tears coming down faster and the faster from her eyes.

“What the hell?” You wrinkled your nose as you stared down at the liquid spilling down her leg, “Did you just piss yourself!?” You yelled in disgust, backhanding her across the face as you shouted.

The chair tipped backward and she landed with a loud thud on the marble floor.

Snapping your finger at a butler you pointed to the puddle, “Clean that up...maybe with one of her dresses?”

You had returned to your nonchalant, happy go lucky attitude.

Rushing from the room, the butler kept bowing to you. Hoping you would spare him. You curled your lips at his display of brown nosing.

“And now...for the finale!” You reached to your calf and pulled out your trusty blade. Caressing it softly in your hand, you turned to the wall of staff.

Maids were clinging to each other, too scared to even weep at the dead bodies on the floor next to them.

Butlers and chefs were trying to act brave and be the protectors, but you could practically taste the terror coming off them in waves.

“Who wants to come and be my assistant for this act?” You asked the line of people. Everyone frantically shook their heads and took a step backwards.

Your smile turned predatory as you scanned them, landing on an older gentleman who had been sending furtive glances to the old lady of the house the whole night.

“How about you! Mister please come join me on the stage!” You gripped his wrist and put the blade to his neck as you walked over to where the woman was. “Go ahead and help her up.” You instructed.

Removing your blade to let the old man right the chair. Your keen gaze did not miss the way his hand grazed hers and stayed a beat too long.

“I think it would be poetic, almost like Romeo and Juliet, if I let you do the honors.” You gestured for the man to come to you.

He seemed to grow a spine then, standing up straight, he spat at you, “You are nothing but a two-time criminal who gets their rocks off bullying! The batman is most likely on his way now! You should leave before then.”

You couldn’t hold it in. Your laughter came out in a landslide of distorted giggles. Bending over, you held your stomach, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

You waved the hand holding the dagger out from you, “Oh my god! Give me a minute. This is too funny!”

Eventually you settled down. Standing back up, you shook your head at the man’s foolishness. His bravado was gone, he was back to being petrified at the person standing before him.

Spinning him around, you gently folded one of his hands around the handle of your dagger, and then you pushed him forward, making sure to keep yourself tight against him so that he couldn’t turn the blade onto you.

“I want you to see the light leave her eyes as you push that knife deep into her heart. I want you to see the pain you deliver. I want you to feel the complete joy and thrill of knowing that you took a life.”

The poor man shook like a leaf in a storm, his hand desperately trying to drop the knife in his hand, but your fingers were a tight vise keeping them closed on the weapon.

Once close enough, you reached out and ripped the tape off the woman’s mouth.

A broken sob escaped from her chapped lips as she stared at the man before her, “Harold…” A name, whispered.

“Oh so I was right!” You crowed in delight, “A Hidden romance between the help and the dame of the house. This is delicious.”

The sobs of the rest of the staff was like a background symphony to the drama unfolding before you.

“Ma’am...I don’t...I..”

You yawned, “Okay I’m bored.”

And before anyone could say anything, you yanked the man’s hand forward. The woman’s eyes widened and the man looked down to see the knife buried deep in her chest.

Her blood slowly began spilling over your hand that encased his.

“No! No!” His scream was high pitched and sounded like angels singing.

“I…” A gurgle, and blood came between the lady’s teeth. Her eyes slowly glazing over in the sweet release of death.

Flinging the man from you in a twirl, you regained control of your knife. Smiling, you stared right at him as you slowly raised you hand and licked the blood that had landed there.

“You psycho! You’re madder than the Joker!”

That set you off again, laughing like it was the funniest thing you had ever heard.

That laughter stopped when you heard the shattering of glass. It was then that you realized that the butler who had run off to get a dress to clean up the floor had never returned.

You growled, the sound vibrating deep in your chest, “What did that idiot do?” You muttered.

Quickly drawing out your pistol from your waist, you fired off several shots. All headshots. All aimed at the staff along the wall.

They didn’t even have time to scream before they were dead as well.

You kept the man alive, you needed him after all.

Grabbing him, you wrenched his finger backwards and grinned as he yelled in pain.

Using his finger, and guiding his hand against his wishes, you dipped it in the still warm blood of his lover and drew a loving heart over her heart, right around the nasty looking hole in her chest.

“You get to live and tell my story. Isn’t that something?” You whispered right into his ear, his hair tickling your nose as he shook.

Pushing him away, you sprinted to the large glass windows on the other side of the ballroom.

As you jumped to leap out of them, something rammed into your side.

“Oomph!” You felt the breath get knocked from you as you skidded on the marble.

Not giving yourself time to regain it, you leapt back to your feet and scanned to find what stopped your escape.

It was a….Alligator? Crocodile? Man? Thing?

You tilted your head in confusion at the beast before you.

“Stop right there!” A military looking man entered behind the strange beast with a rifle raised and sighted on you.

You stood up and smiled, waving a blood coated hand at him in greeting, “Hi! What’s your name?”

Sickly sweet, the words rolled off your tongue.

The man raised a brow, but he otherwise seemed unfazed at your attitude. Which, you mused, looking back at the growling Crocodile man, seemed fair.

“Hands up!” The man barked.

And then...she entered.

Bouncing in on her toes, a smile on her white face. Blue and Pink makeup flashing under the chandelier, her hair in pigtails.

“Aww Rick. Be nice! Harley Quinn, nice ta meetcha!”

She bent over with a hand outstretched for a shake.

Shaking your head, you smirked at the woman, “They call me the Scarlett Terror.” You shook her hand, noticing how she didn’t flinch at the blood that now stained her hand.

Harley Quinn, you had heard about her. The Joker’s ex girlfriend. The unpredictable psycho. Last you had heard though, she had been in a high security prison somewhere off the grid.

“I’d love to stay and chat, but I really must be going.” You inched your way to the window, keeping an eye on the rifle still pointed your way.

“Sorry Puddin. But I don’t want to be a homemade bomb today so you have to come with us.” Harley Pouted at you as she grabbed your wrist.

“You really think you can stop me?” your voice laced with derision and amusement.

The woman pouted, but you could see a spark of something flickering in her eyes, “If not me, then it might be Croc, or Rick, or the sniper we have aimed at your head right now.”

You flinched at that. A sniper. Damn. You had quick reflexes, but if it was who you thought it was, you would be dead before the smoke had cleared from his muzzle.

~~~

And so you found yourself making a deal with Amanda Waller to stay out of prison for the rest of your life.

You became the newest member of the so called ‘Suicide Squad’ with Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Croc, and Deadshot.

And now two years later, you had found yourself actually liking the order and stability that came with it. And the fact that you still got to kill people.

“Come on guys! The building is this way.” Rick called out towards the three of you.

Sharing looks of amusement with Harley and Floyd, you skipped ahead to catch up. Dropping the severed head on the ground.

“You think he talks to his girlfriend like that?” You mused aloud.

Harley Quinn danced up next to you, “Why? You thinking about making a move on him? Break my heart, why don’t you.”

You giggled, leaning over, you pressed a soft kiss against her cheek, breathing in the distinct smell of blood and vanilla that radiated from Harley. “You know I would never replace you.”

Harley smiles,wrapping her arms around your neck and jumping onto your back as you walked the silent streets. “My hero.”

You pretended to trip and stumble, causing Harley to let out a shriek of surprise that dissolved into hysterical laughter.

“[Y/n]! Don’t be mad.” She pouted, her face resting on your shoulder.

You laughed as well, “You make me crazy woman.”

“I was under the assumption that both of you were already certifiably insane.” The dry voice came from the man waiting on the corner of the current street.

You and Harley both stuck your tongues out at Rick. Causing him to roll his eyes and turn away back to the mission.

Jumping off your back, Harley Swung around in front of you as your group came to a stop.

Her outfit was one that you had seen on her many times. Her signature shirt and shorts with netting stockings. Her bat strapped to her back.

“You hungry?” She asked, looking at you intently.

You knew she wasn’t talking about food. The both of you had grown close in the two years of working together. Constantly flirting and touching each other, but no labels yet.

Taking one of her hands, you raised it up and in a quick second, using your blade, had cut a thin line on her palm.

Your eyes were glued to the red blood that raised from the wound and stained her white skin with its brilliant color.

She giggled at the pain. Making you smile as well.

“You look so cute when your focused like that.”

Her words soft. Strange.

Tearing your eyes away from the blood, you looked at the woman questioningly.

She sighed, shaking her head, causing her ponytails to bob in the night, “You really are clueless [Y/n].”

And then her lips crashed onto yours.

Shock and then bliss poured through you. Closing your eyes, you let yourself open up to the demands that Harley’s lips made against your own.

And then she broke apart for a second. Keeping ahold of your stare, she raised the hand that you had cut and licked the blood off of it.

You gulped, hard.

Reaching back for you, her lips melded against yours, this time slick with the cherry red blood. The metallic taste faded into the background as you moaned into her mouth. This crazy woman. She would be the death of you eventually if she kept this up.

“Hey! Lovebirds! A little help?” The shout broke the pair of you apart with a jump.

Sharing a giggle, you both turned and looked at what was happening. A fight had broken out while the pair of you had been absorbed with each other.

The assassins that you had been tracking had apparently found you.

Sharing a look with Harley as you tightened your grip on your knife and she pulled her bat from it’s strap, you grinned, “Hell of a first date. But I always have fun with you.”

She laughed, “Try to keep up Terror.”

And you both jumped into the fray.

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