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Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader) - Chapter 7

Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader)Reader Insert: she/her pronouns Word Count: 5017 Warnings: death, violence, fighting, bloody wounds, angst, infuriatingly oblivious love interest, slowburn Spoilers: Young Justice Seasons 1-3 plot partially, but it ended in 2022 so catch up.

Y/N Prince - miracle daughter of Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor - and Dick Grayson - first adoptive son of the Batman himself - have been best friends since day one. They went to school together, trained together, kept each other's alter ego secret from everyone else, and they founded the Young Justice alongside their friends together. 

But as time progressed, Y/N and Dick grew up and Y/N found herself wanting more than friendship with Dick. But he never seemed to indicate that he reciprocated her feelings. And when Wally died and Dick abandoned the team, Y/N realised he never would. So she heads to the one place she knows will help her become a stronger warrior so that one day she can take her mother's place: Themyscira.

Two years after his leave, Dick reaches out to his old friends to help him with a mission. But when he finds out Y/N left too, he chases after her in the hopes to bring her back.

However, when the two finally reunite, it isn't as warm as he hopes. Not to mention Themyscira becomes under siege as they go to war against Echidna, the Mother of Monsters in Greek Mythology, and her army of monstrous children.

Will Dick and Y/N be able to put their past behind them and save the Amazonians' homeland? Or will they fall, unable to tell one another their true feelings?

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T-minus 1 day until Echidna's War.

'All right, everyone!' Y/N called out to the group, forcing them to stop sparring in their pairs and look at her. 'That's enough for today. Go, shower and get ready for our feast. You deserve to enjoy this night before tomorrow.'

'Yes, Princess!' the warriors said in unison, then quickly dispersed, leaving the training grounds to head back into the city to prepare for tomorrow.

'You should get ready too, Princess,' Calliope said, looking after her sisters-in-arms chatting and walking down the stairs to their homes. Y/N's heart pulled at the thought that she'd never see such happy smiles again after tonight.

'In a moment, Calliope,' Y/N answered, looking around the remaining groups that were finishing up their drills. Her gaze fell on one particular acrobat who was teaching the group blocking techniques and some acrobatic manoeuvres to avoid an opponent. All the while doing so, Dick was smiling, encouraging the women to keep trying.

'He's not too bad,' Calliope said with amusement. 'For a mortal man, that is.'

Y/N turned to Calliope only to see a knowing smile on her friend's face. Only then did Y/N realise she was smiling stupidly wide, and made quick work to get rid of it. 'I guess so. But he's stupidly naive and impulsive. He'll get himself killed because of it.'

'Maybe,' Calliope said thoughtfully as she looked back at Dick for a moment before facing Y/N again. 'But isn't that how a true warrior should die? In battle fighting for what's right?'

Y/N didn't like the thought of Dick being clawed open or beheaded by monsters, so she quickly said, 'It's not his battle to fight in, though. He shouldn't be here.'

'But he is, Y/N,' Calliope insisted, coming to stand in front of Y/N so she had no choice but to make eye contact. 'And that's what makes him even braver. He's here helping us save our home; a home he had never seen until a few days ago; a home that has no connection to him whatsoever but he is here trying to save it.'

Before Y/N could protest, Calliope gripped Y/N's hands in a manner that was desperate and insistent. 'You should tell him. Before it's too late.'

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion. 'What are you-'

'Oh, don't play dumb with me,' Calliope interrupted. 'I see how you look at him. You're worried about him. Which means you care, despite everything you say to convince us otherwise.'

Y/N went to deny it but couldn't find the words to do so. Her heart was being torn in so many different directions any time she thought about Dick, she didn't know what exactly she felt for him. It was hard to put into words what he meant to her, the good and the bad.

When she remained silent, Calliope patted Y/N's hands gently then dropped them as she too walked away, leaving Y/N standing frozen in a battle with her head and her heart.

Y/N could've been standing there for one minute or an hour for all she knew, until someone waved their hand in front of her face and broke her from her trance.

'Y/N,' Dick said, his brows furrowed in concern. 'You okay?'

Y/N took a deep breath in as she came back to the moment. 'Yes. Yes, I'm fine. Just...'

'Worried?' Dick offered, and Y/N was grateful for the change in subject. 'Well, I wouldn't be if I were you. These women are stronger than some of the heroes back home.'

Y/N raised a playful eyebrow. 'Only some?'

Dick chuckled. 'Okay, all of them.'

The two shared a quiet laugh, and it brought Y/N a sense of normalcy and nostalgia that warmed her heart.

She looked around as the remaining warriors finished their trainings and made to leave for their homes. Y/N could almost name each and every one of them, and there was the possibility that after tomorrow she would never see them again.

'Echidna is the one who should be worried,' Y/N said, her voice slightly shaky with anger and determination. She knew that if death were to come tomorrow, Y/N wouldn't be able to save them all. But she'd be damned if she didn't try to.

A warm calloused hand tentatively enclosed her fist, and the touch was enough to cease Y/N's shakes. 'I agree,' Dick said, two simple words seemingly echoing around the quiet training ground. His smile was smooth but genuine and Y/N could've believed they were eighteen again and back on the mainland and with the team. Back when his smile eased all her problems, back when Wally and all their lost friends weren't gone. Back when it was just them, and everything in Y/N's world made sense.

But now Y/N felt like she was on another planet, and they were about to go to war with the Mother of Monsters and nothing made sense anymore.

Y/N slowly pulled her had away from Dick's and cleared her throat as she stared straight ahead. 'We should probably get ready for the feast. Could be the last one we have in a while.' Or ever, she wanted to add, but Dick was an optimist and would ridicule her for thinking such thoughts and she really didn't want to keep talking with him.

'That's right,' Dick said, eyes brightening up at the thought of food. 'I bet you guys put on the best meals, as well.'

Y/N just rolled her eyes as they made their way across the training grounds to the stairs that would lead them back into town. 'A true boy. Only ever thinking about food.'

'A true girl. Turning every compliment into an insult.'

Y/N shoved him and he shoved her back and the two couldn't hold back radiant smiles. It astounded Y/N how easily they fell back into old habits. How familiar and safe Dick was.

'You should tell him. Before it's too late.'

Tell him what exactly? Y/N could hardly discern what mixture of emotions was running through her, let alone wheedle down to a specific point what her true feelings were for Dick. She'd been upset for so long, then angry at him. But the past three days he'd shown himself to be the Dick she'd always known and come to love. Kind, brave, funny, strong, compassionate.

It all lead her to a very confusing fork in the metaphorical road of her heart.

Even so, there was something she felt for him...

Just as Dick took a step down the stairs, Y/N found herself reaching out to him this time, bringing him to a stop with her soft grip on his shoulder. 'Wait.'

Dick looked over his shoulder immediately, his piercing blue eyes glued onto her with curiosity and wonder. 'Yeah?' he asked.

Y/N took in a deep breath, calming her racing heart as she said, 'I'm sorry.' When Dick only frowned with confusion, she elaborated. 'I'm sorry for doubting you. For being... well, I haven't been the most welcoming of people have I?'

Dick didn't say a word, but he turned fully around to face her, his face as serious as it was the other night on another staircase. Y/N's hand dropped to her side, and she found she could not look away from Dick's eyes as the words started falling out.

'I guess... I just didn't think you cared about us anymore,' she said. 'About the team, about me. And it made me so angry, but then you came to the one place I thought I could finally find peace again and I just couldn't accept that you were here for me. But I see now I was wrong.'

'No, I was the one who was wrong,' Dick said with a shake of his head. 'You had every right to be angry with me, in fact you still do. You were right, I was ignorant and only thought of my pain in those years I was away. I didn't think how coming here would affect you after everything I've done.'

Dick returned to the landing, now towering over Y/N, and took her hands in his and said in a gentle voice, 'I know I am far from forgiven, but I promise you, I will spend whatever time I have left on this earth trying to make it up to you.'

Y/N could hardly breathe with the way Dick was looking at her. It was almost dream-like, and suddenly all of her teenage emotions came rushing back into her bloodstream. The adoration, the awe, the love - it had remained all this time, she'd just repressed it in her time of pain and loss.

And it could've just been her, but something flickered briefly across Dick's face - the slightest arch of his brows, the minuscule twitch of his mouth. An emotion Y/N had no time to discern before Dick was the one stepping back and resuming his journey down the stairs, a careless smile on his face like the moment never happened.

'The showers await us, Princess,' he jested as he waved her after him. 'Wouldn't want to be late for the feast!'

Y/N stared after him for a moment, trying to process what just happened. He was serious, he would do anything to make it all up to her. And that look on his face...

Y/N shook herself out of her imagination. Probably just seeing things, she told herself as she followed Dick down the stairs. She wouldn't get her hopes up again.

Not for Dick Grayson of all people.

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When Dick Grayson arrived back at his room, he drew himself a bath and allowed himself to relax if only for a few minutes. The first night in his room he'd been affronted to find a group of women ready to bathe him like a child. He'd argued with Y/N about them, her saying it was their tradition and all. Eventually she caved and dismissed the women from his room. He laughed at the memory, thinking beneath his own anger that she looked cute riled up.

There it was again - the thoughts he had never thought before.

He couldn't deny Y/N had grown into a beautiful young woman, one who stood by her values and always fought for the right thing. She'd stuck by the team when he couldn't, and for that he would always admire her.

But then again he had always admired her. That's part of the reason she was his best friend. She was this strong and loving individual that had always stuck by him and the others. She had the most infectious smile, and her laughter was like music-

Dick bolted upright in the bath, his heart racing at a million miles per hour as an alarming thought entered his mind. Do I like Y/N?

Well, it wasn't a matter of like. Of course he liked her, she was his best friend after all. But they'd never... she'd never implied...

He recalled when they were younger how many people - including their parents - said that he and Y/N would end up together. They were each other's better half, and honestly part of the reason he ended up breaking up with each and every one of his past girlfriends. Because they couldn't see how important Y/N was to him.

That didn't mean he liked her like that... did he?

Dick splashed his face one last time before leaping out of the bath to get ready for the feast. Maybe all the training he was doing was making him tired and delusional. After all, even if he truly felt that way for her, she'd never feel the same. Maybe once - though there was no telling so - but certainly not now.

However, they'd had a moment on the stairs this afternoon, and something felt... different. The way she looked at him had sent his gut rolling with something akin to a roller coaster, and the vision of her hair in the golden rays of sun had taken his breath away completely. Dick couldn't remember the last time he'd felt that way - completely and utterly entranced.

Dick dressed himself in the only set of clothes he'd come in and opened his door to find Calliope and other guards standing in the corridor.

'We are to escort you down to the feast, Mr. Grayson,' Calliope explained. 'By order of the Queen herself. You will be seated at their table tonight.'

Dick found this surprising as he usually sat with the soldiers of the group he'd trained that day, getting to know them and laughing with them. But he was to sit at the royals table, which consisted of Queen Hippolyta, some generals, and Y/N.

When they entered the dining hall, the feast had pretty much begun as hundreds and hundreds of women were already seated at long tables that ran almost from the door to the dais where the Queen sat chatting with other generals at their own long table. Dick made sure to greet any woman he knew as he was guided up to the royals' table.

'So nice of you to join us, Mr. Grayson,' the Queen said as Dick was seated.

'The pleasure is all mine, your Majesty,' he replied politely, then noted the empty chair between him and the Queen. 'Is Y/N not down yet?'

'She is usually late to these sorts of things,' the Queen replied defeatedly. 'She always fights with the maidens about her hair and dress. In that respect, she is very much her mother.'

As Queen Hippolyta turned back to the speak with the generals, a quiet voice leant in behind him and quietly said, 'Eager to see the princess are we?'

'W-What?' Dick exclaimed to Calliope. 'No, I'm not. I just... I'm just making conversation, that's all.'

'Whatever you say, mortal,' Calliope teased, her smile knowing and irritating as she remained by Dick's head.

He turned to her, annoyed. 'What do you mean by that?'

Calliope just shrugged. 'Nothing nobody doesn't already know.' When Dick just stared blankly at her, she rolled her eyes and said, 'You cannot tell me you do not feel for our princess. Do you not?'

It was like she was reading his mind or something. It was a little freaky and off-putting. But Dick was used to off-putting questions - journalists used them all the time on him when Dick did press interviews with Bruce.

So he calmly sat in his chair and looked out to the busy hall in front of him. 'Well, I still have the bruises from our first sparring match when I first got here so I guess I do feel something because of the princess.'

Calliope chuckled and shook her head. 'Avoid the question all you want, mortal. But Truth always has an interesting way of making itself known.'

Dick didn't like her know-it-all tone, and so finally turned around and said in a quiet but hard tone. 'My relationship with Y/N isn't up for debate here. She is my best friend, and the only thing I'm interested in is restoring her trust in me and saving your island.'

'How noble...' Calliope started, but her attention turned to the opening of the hall's doors and so Dick's eyes followed. He was struck still at the vision he was met with.

It was Y/N, draped in a flattering arrangement of white cloth that was synched at her waist with a golden chain. Her H/C hair had been put up in a loose bun, held together by golden pins. Plain sandals covered her feet as she made her way towards the dais, the many bracelets and arm bands adorning her arms flashing golden in the firelight.

Dick knew he was gaping, but he couldn't help it. No one could it seemed, as Y/N greeted many women along the way, and whispers of her beauty echoed throughout the hall. When she drew closer, her eyes connected with Dick's, and instead of the cold or distant expression she'd given him since day one, she offered him an embarrassed smile.

That brief interaction sent his heart in motion. It reminded him of the time they had gone to prom in their junior year of school. It had been the first time Dick had seen Y/N with makeup and in a dress. She'd given him the same embarrassed look, and he had been just as transfixed.

Dick felt someone lean in to his ear as he continued to watch Y/N make her way to the dais. 'But are you sure there is no other reason that you are here?' Calliope finished with a whisper.

She stepped back into her position before Dick could respond, not that he knew what he would say anyway. His gut was rolling so much with indecision that he thought he might throw up.

He was brought out of his thoughts as Y/N took her seat between him and the Queen. 'Grandmother,' she greeted coolly.

'Y/N,' the Queen responded, a kind smile stretching her lips. 'You look beautiful, my dear.'

'Thank you, but I still do not understand why I must wear this to every feast we have,' Y/N argued.

'It is tradition, and you are Themyscria's princess,' the Queen explained, tapping her granddaughter's hand in comfort before returning to her previous conversation.

Y/N sighed in mild defeat as she sat back in her chair. After a moment, she clocked that Dick was looking at her and sighed again. 'Not a single word from you, Grayson.'

'I wasn't going to say anything!' Dick retorted, quickly collecting himself.

'I can see it in your eyes that you're going to laugh at me.'

It took Dick a moment to realise she wasn't joking. She fidgeted with the loose cloth that draped over her body, eyes flickering from him to the crowd and back. She genuinely thought she looked ridiculous. If he was sixteen still, maybe he would've made a comment or two.

But sixteen was a long time ago now.

'No, I wasn't,' he said, and his answer must've surprised him as she turned to him with a perplexed expression on her face. 'You look... You look beautiful, Y/N.'

Y/N's E/C eyes scanned over his face, possibly searching for any kind of lie or detection of amusement. But she obviously didn't find anything, as she smiled at him, her eyes shining with surprise. 'Thank you. I would offer you the same compliment, but you've looked the same as you did the day you got here.'

'Ruggedly handsome?'

'Hmm, I'd say a bit worse for wear.'

Dick let out a painful groan as he slapped a hand across his chest where his heart was encased under. 'Wow! Way to wound a guy.'

Y/N just laughed, and Dick joined her, genuinely happy to see her smiling as they used to together. Once the laughter died, he said, 'But seriously, Y/N, you look great. And... I'm just glad you're not calling me Nightwing anymore.'

'Well,' Y/N started, fiddling with one of her bracelets, 'I figured you deserved that much after all your help.'

Help. That's right. He was helping her save her new home and new family. It wasn't because she'd forgiven him and were suddenly best friends again.

'I'm sorry to interrupt,' a young girl said, coming to stand on the other side of the table. 'But I just had something to discuss with you, Princess.'

'Of course,' Y/N answered, turning all her attention to the girl. 'Go ahead.'

Throughout dinner, Y/N was kept busy by other conversations with warriors and young girls and teachers alike that all had questions for their princess. Y/N answered every single one of their queries with enthusiasm and grace, not batting an eye as she ate and spoke and listened.

She was a natural and a pro. The whole time she spoke, Dick couldn't help but think about the two years he'd been gone for and how many times Y/N had to soothe a fear, had to deliver a confident speech that would encourage the team to keep going no matter how bleak the future seemed.

It saddened and pained him to think he'd forced that responsibility onto her in his absence. But she'd done it, held the team together and she was doing that right now as well for her people.

Upon the conclusion of dinner, the Queen called for silence as she rose to address the hall. 'Evening everyone,' she started, her voice radiating composure and control. 'Tonight, we are in the presence of our own history in the making. Tomorrow, we face Echidna, the Mother of Monsters.'

The mention of the goddess sent whispers of fear rattling throughout the crowd, but they were quickly silenced by the raise of the Queen's hand. 'I know some of you, if not all of you, are fearful of the coming events. Echidna is a foe that will not be so easily defeated. However, this is what we have trained for. This is what us Amazons are built for.

"Think of the young women, young girls and infants in their houses sleeping peacefully right now. Think of the women you grew up with, of the friendships and sisterhoods you have forged in those years. Think of the woman beside you now. That is who you fight for when Echidna comes. Not ourselves, but the women" - the Queen made a pointed look at Dick as she continued - "and man that reside on this island tonight. They will need you when the fight comes. So are you ready?'

The entire hall exploded with cheers and whistles of eagerness, and that brought a bright smile to Queen Hippolyta's face. 'In that case, enjoy tonight. Dance, eat, drink, sing. Be free.'

By the flick of the Queen's wrist, the band in the corner Dick hadn't seen started playing beautiful music and the tables were moved to create room for a dance floor.

'Princess, you must join us for a dance!' Some young girls came around the table and gently pulled Y/N from her seat, to which Y/N just laughed as she allowed them to drag her to the dance floor. Dick watched Y/N join the other women, watched her smile stretch wide and bright, watched her embrace and let herself go as she danced.

When was the last time she'd done that?

'...when we last spoke, she sounded like she didn't want to be found. That she would come back to us when she was ready...'

'Maybe she doesn't want to see you, have you considered that?'

Kaldur's words haunted him, had been since he left M'gann and Connor's house. He just hadn't taken his friend's warning seriously until now.

Kaldur was right.

Dick rose from his seat and quickly excused himself from the party, suddenly overwhelmed by the music and the full room. He escaped to one of the balconies nearby and was relieved that he could finally hear himself think. And yet now he could hear it all in the outdoor silence - the conflicting emotions and thoughts running through him.

Did she really belong here or back home?

Did he mean as much to her anymore as much as she meant to him?

What did he truly feel for her?

What will happen when Echidna strikes tomorrow?

So many issues and so little time to solve them all.

He didn't know how long he stood there, looking out over the mountain and ocean, over the flickering lights of those who feasted in their homes. It could've been hours, and yet the full moon barely moved.

'What are you doing out here?'

Dick was knocked out of his mind at the sound of the sweet voice, and he turned to find Y/N standing on the steps that lead back inside to the bustling party, an exhausted grin adorning her flushed face. With the firelight behind her and the moon shining onto her dress, Dick could've sworn she glowed divinely.

'S-Sorry?' he called out, confused as to why she was out there in the first place.

'I asked what are you doing out here all by yourself on such a beautiful night?' Y/N repeated, walking down the steps before making her way over to him at the balcony's edge. 'You're usually one for parties if high school was any indicator.'

Dick tried to laugh, but it came out as a weak cough. 'Yeah well, we're a long way from high school, aren't we.'

'What's going on with you?' Y/N asked, and Dick could feel her stare on him. 'You've been oddly... quiet this evening.'

'I just don't feel well is all. Don't worry I will be fine for the battle tomorrow.'

'That's a load of crap, Grayson and you know it.'

Dick didn't reply, just looked out over the ocean in the hopes that she would leave. But she didn't and Dick finally turned to meet her stare. It was like she was undressing him, but not in the physical sense. In the way she'd always been able to read him and say silently that she knew he wasn't okay.

That one stare made him feel more vulnerable than being naked, or doing flips off a podium twenty metres in the air with no safety net to catch him.

'I just... I've been doing some thinking,' he started, 'and I think that... if we both survive this... that you should stay here. On Themyscira. If that is what you want.'

Y/N scrunched her brows in confusion. 'So... you're giving me permission to stay here if we all live through Echidna's war? Seriously?'

Dick turned to her fully. 'No, I mean yes- But no you don't need my permission to stay, I just... I'm sorry this is coming out all wrong.' He took a calming breath before starting again. 'What I mean to say is, I came after you for the wrong reasons. I was being selfish and stubborn. But I want you to be happy. And seeing you dance tonight with the other women... well, I can't remember the last time myself or any of the team brought you that kind of happiness.'

'What about your mission?' she asked, her voice distant, almost scared.

Dick flashed her a casual smile. 'Don't worry about it. I'll manage. I never should've come here in the first place. I'm sorry.' Dick gestured back to the stairs and started back-tracking towards them. 'Let's go rejoin the party while we still can, huh? You're right, I do love a good party.'

Just as he turned his back, Y/N called out. 'I'm not.'

He paused for a moment, then looked over his shoulder to find Y/N looking at him with an intensity that almost sent him staggering. 'What?' he asked.

'I'm not sorry you came,' she answered, taking a deep breath in to maintain her composure.

Surprised by her answer, Dick turned back to her. 'You're not?'

She shook her head, then started fidgeting with her dress and looked down. 'Am I angry you came? Yes, initially. Am I still hurting because of what you did, and is your presence just a daily reminder of that pain? Most definitely.'

That last one struck him deep. He had never wanted to be the cause of so much pain. Not to her of all people.

After another deep breath, Y/N finally looked up at him. 'But that doesn't mean I didn't miss you.'

There it was again, that look she'd given him on the stairs earlier, in fact she'd given it to him many times before, he realised. Not just on Themyscira but back home, back when they were sixteen. It was the look of truth and honesty, of adoration and care.

His heart thumped so heavily in his chest he swore Y/N could hear it, and while he didn't understand what the thought of Y/N missing him implied, he knew how it made him feel.

'I missed you too,' he said honestly, returning to stand in front of Y/N. He didn't know why, but it felt right to reach for her hands, and she didn't push him away as he enclosed his fingers around hers. 'A-And being here has made me realise something else, too.'

'What's that?' Her breath fanned his face they stood so close, closer than what simple friends should. But he didn't care, it felt right, it felt natural.

'That I... I just...' He couldn't get the words out, they were so heavy with meaning they got stuck in his throat. Both afraid and excited to say them aloud, he couldn't decide what fate would be worse. Be honest and rejected, or be honest and see if she felt the same.

'You what, Dick?' she whispered, eyes never leaving his.

They both realised that it was the first time she'd called him by his first name since he'd landed on Themyscira. And if that wasn't a sign, then Dick didn't know what would be.

'I just...' Dick started, but a shadow crossed over Y/N's face and he quickly turned to find a a giant winged creature with fangs and a humanoid body reaching to him with its claws.

'Get down!' Dick cried as he turned and dove to the ground with Y/N. He felt the talons of the creature brush against his back as he partially covered Y/N out of natural instinct. The creature screeched as it soared high above again, disappearing into the darkness despite the moonlight.

'Are you okay?' Dick asked as he helped Y/N to her feet.

'Yes, I'm fine,' Y/N said, her eyes trained on the sky.

'What was that?' Dick asked, trying to spy the creature but there was no sign of it anywhere.

'That was a harpy,' Y/N answered, then her eyes locked on to something in the sky, her face paling with fear.

Dick followed her gaze and found himself frozen with fear himself. The harpy had come back but with more of its kind. Many more. So much so they blocked out the moon and engulfed the palace in darkness.

'Echidna's war...' Y/N breathed out in disbelief. 'It has begun.'

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You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.

I've been written this story since the last episode of Criminal minds Evolution that I've seen, which was...around one year ago. And this is so far the longest story I've ever written. Damn. I'm impressed by my own hyperfixation on this. xd I've never published it anyway, cause honestly, it was for my own amusement. Kind of self-inserted main character, you know. But since I've almost lost the whole story, I've decided to put it here to make it immortal. Who knows, maybe there are fans of CME that will find this story interesting (or sick, or both, hopefully both) and who love Elias Voit as a character (I don't recommend falling in love with someone like him!)

Without further ado!

Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who's just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)

Now she's running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she'll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and...love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it's a love story, doesn't mean it ends well.

General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language... The whole pack. It's Criminal minds after all.

In this episode: Breaking into a house, whether it's abandoned or not, comes with a risk of dealing with a proposition that it's hard to decline.

Before Evelyn could stop him, Elias reached for the door handle. The front door creaked open with a rusty protest against the intrusion. Looked like it was really abandoned or someone forgot to lock it. She followed him inside, her warm breath created a fog in the cool, stale air when she sighed. The interior mirrored the house's neglected exterior – peeling wallpaper, dust everywhere, furniture barely standing...

"All I want is to stay away from trouble and somehow I'm still getting into a bigger one" she muttered under her breath with disbelief, complaining to herself at the same time. Here she was, at the doorway, contemplating whether to commit another crime or not.

Glancing around the sparsely furnished living room that bled into a grimy kitchen, she couldn't help but hope the place was deserted. Her break-in yesterday had been a stroke of luck and a desperate attempting to find a shelter – a family on vacation, the flat empty, no one even noticed, no damage done. This one, however, held a different energy. She noticed an open cereal box on the counter, and a few bottles of unopened beer – signs of life, however meager.

She sighed again as she went inside. She should have stayed in the car before Elias locked it instead of getting out with him.

"Looks empty down here. I'll check upstairs."

She jumped, startled by the unexpected sound of his voice. Her gaze darted to the avocado-green old fridge staying in the corner. Hunger, merely appeased by one single hot dog, made its presence known again. With a sigh, she abandoned any pretense of innocence.

"Go on." she said "I'll stay here guarding... the fridge." She opened it ignoring his surprised look, and reached for a lonely sausage that looked still fresh-ish. As she peeled the plastic off of it, a little voice in her head relentlessly judged her life choices.

After a long moment of silence and two bites later she heard the creak of the stairs. It made her spin around, a sausage halfway to her mouth. Elias, not someone else, stood there and flashed a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "One snoring old drunk man upstairs. As long as we keep it quiet, he'll sleep like a baby."

The news should have been a relief, but it wasn't. She started thinking...What if the old man wasn't such a sound sleeper? What if he woke up and stumbled downstairs to find them rummaging through his belongings? Her voice, when she finally spoke, was a whisper. "And… and if he wakes up?"

He shrugged, a casual movement that concerned her. "Then I'll take care of it."

His words were...unsettling to say the least, his tone nonchalant, as if he were discussing the weather. A glint in his dark blue eyes, a sign of something cold and calculating caused her to step back from him.

The tiny voice in her head was judging her ability to judge people correctly.

He noticed her reaction and put up his hands, saying he was only joking. Surely.

"Right, joking" she echoed, her voice barely a whisper. As she was about to turn her eyes away, something caught her attention. With his hands up, his shirt went up revealing something metallic tucked into his waistband. She blinked away the initial shock.

Fuck.

Internally, she was screaming.

what taxi driver carried a fucking Glock?!

Her intuition told her to run, but logic told her to stay calm. She turned her head to the fridge to avoid eye contact. She wasn't easily fainthearted or timid. And the last couple of months taught her that she could find a way out of every situation. But she needed a moment to collect herself.

She slowly closed the fridge door. Her eyes landed on two bottles of beer. She'd already stolen a sausage, so why not? Telling her body to act casual, she brought the bottles to a nearby table where Elias was already sitting.

The silence was uncomfortable, broken only by the drip-drip of rain from the leaky roof. He opened one bottle, his face showed no emotion in the dim light. With a sigh, she reached for the second one, analyzing the situation.

She figured that the taxi must had been stolen.

She figured he might not be a taxi driver at all.

She figured that whatever game he was playing she wasn't going to play along.

"Alright," she began, her voice low and careful. "Who are you really? The stolen taxi was a bit of a head fake."

He took a long swig of his beer, his eyes flickering across her face.

"What do you mean?" He feigned confusion.

"You're not a taxi driver, are you? I mean, not the one that selflessly helps a random refugee charged with homicide to flee the town."

He didn't answer right away. His eyes piercing through her as if challenging her to figure this out on her own. "I guess, I'm not... But it doesn't necessary mean I'm your enemy."

"Then why you.." she hesitated "...carry a gun?"

He blinked with a surprise, a brief moment of genuine emotion, before his face became unreadable again. He cursed silently. She noticed. The gun could backfire easily, shattering the illusion of a kindly stranger. But he reminded himself that he could still control the situation even though he knew lying wouldn't work. Not with her.

But a half-truth could do the trick. At least for now.

"The gun is just for… protection," he said vaguely, his voice low and reassuring. "You know, the city can be a rough place at night."

"Right" She wasn't buying it. "You're a criminal on the run, aren't you? That's why you didn't alert the police."

He chuckled. "A criminal... like you?" he asked almost provocative, watching her reaction.

She fidgeted with her bottle of beer, turning it around. She didn't like that word being used to describe her by people who didn't know the whole story,. It was a label she learnt to despise. "No... Probably not like me... Who are you, really?"

He took a deep breath, forcing his voice to remain calm. "It's complicated," he began, choosing his words carefully. He couldn't tell her everything – the darkness, the violence, the blood that stained his hands – not yet. "Let's just say I help people. People like you, who find themselves in… difficult situations."

That wasn't enough. She raised her brow. "Continue..."

He put the bottle down. Pushing a little, are we, he thought.

"I operate in the shadows, I know how navigate it to my advantage, I know how to survive, how to avoid detection. I teach that to others." His voice was remained calm, almost detached. "I know you've been mistreated and I see the side of you that others can't. I know you're inteligent and resourceful and I see how much you want to survive. The gun… it's not about hurting you, Evelyn. It's about keeping you safe."

She looked at him with disbelief before she snorted with laughter. "A criminal mastermind that wants to help me. Of course," She hid her face in her hand dramatically. "Why would I meet a normal person when I could meet a criminal who have an interest in me? Jesus…" Sarcasm dripped from her voice, a defense against the helpless despair she felt. She looked away shaking her head in disbelief.

He felt a pang of irritation. He offered her his protection and that was how she reacted?

He leaned forward, his voice low and intense. "Look at me," he commanded. With a hesitation she did, her brows furrowed.

"You don't understand, do you?" He continued, frustration laced with a strange sort of self-control. "Right now, you're on the run with poor chances of getting away and with no connections that could help you disappear effectively."

He saw it in her eyes, a recognition of the truth behind his words. "You're on your own, your luck will eventually end sooner or later, and you need help, whether you like it or not." He added.

"I can take care of myself, thanks." She said firmly as she looked into his eyes. She'd made it this far without nobody's help. But there was a vulnerability in her voice, fear masked by bravado that she knew he noticed.

"Even if they catch you and lock you up again?"

She flinched, a sudden painful memory of her time in the psych ward flashed before her eyes.

"We can help each other." Elias pressed, but his voice softer now. "You can be more than what they think you are, more than what you think you are." He leaned forward as he saw the battle raging within her – fear warring with an unwelcomed acceptance.. "It's a lot to take in." he conceded, his voice calm, almost gentle. "But trust me, it doesn't have to be this way. This constant running, this fear… you don't have to live like that anymore."

His words stuck in her head, a challenge and a promise rolled into one. She stared at him, conflicted with emotions. Was he right? Was there a chance that he could help her? To what extend? And even if, then what would be the price? On one hand, the idea of aligning herself with someone like Elias was horrifying. It would be like going deeper into a rabbit hole, blindfolded. On the other hand, she wasn't sure how long she could go on like this. Alone. Against everyone.

She parted her lips. "I just want to live a normal life... And not be a monster." She said with sadness in her voice.

"We're not monsters," he continued, his voice low. "Not exactly. We're different. Our minds work differently. More efficiently, some might say. Pragmatic. Analytical."

He saw the skepticism flare in her eyes, the headshake a silent denial. She still held onto the fading dream of normalcy, a life where she could blend in, be 'good' and prove her innocence. He sighed, it was a dream he himself had once harbored, a dream that had been brutally shattered by reality.

"You think normal is granted?" he challenged, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "Look at the world around you. Chaos. Violence. Hypocrisy. Normal is a lie, an ugly mask that's already cracked for you."

She bit her lip as she dropped her gaze to the table. His words were harsh, but they weren't entirely untrue. The world she remembered, the world she craved, felt increasingly distant and surreal, like a mirage in the desert.

"I won't be your… your partner, in crime." she muttered with defiance. "I'm not like you."

He leaned back, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He knew better than to push too hard, too fast. She wasn't ready to embrace the darkness yet, but the fight was half the fun.

"No." he agreed, his voice softer now. "Not yet, anyway. But keep this in mind, Evelyn. The world doesn't offer choices to people like us. It throws us into the deep shit, and survival becomes the only choice. And sometimes, survival requires… adapting. You'll see."

He finished the beer and rose from the table, leaving her with unspoken possibilities.. and threats. She remained seated, lost in her own thoughts. the harsh words of Elias echoed in her head – "survival requires adapting".

Adapting. It was all she had left. This or the alternative – psych ward or worse, jail.

The situation was far from ideal. Elias, for all his twisted pronouncements and some kind of empathy that she didn't quite believe in, had another strong argument against her possible resistance - a gun.

A gun wasn't something she could argue with. Not even with a small, sharp knife hidden within the sleeve of her black hoodie.

Even if he said that he wasn't going to use it against her, there was no guarantee of that.

She rubbed the bridge of her nose. She regretted getting into that taxi.

Elias after throwing the empty bottle into a trash bin, turned to her, and shoved his hands into his back pockets. Unexpectedly he announced his need for a quick nap. "...just a short nap. In the meantime you can think about what I've said."

She looked at him and just slightly nodded. Nap? Perfect. A plan immediately started forming in her head. She could say that she'd stay awake, 'on watch' just in case. And while he slept, she could snatch the car keys and disappear into the night.

No shady partnership.

But just as quickly as the plan formed, it was shattered. With his eyes locked on her and a smirk he pulled something out of his pocket.

Handcuffs.

They were dangling from his index finger, the evidence of his distrust. Unlike the doctors and the police, he wouldn't be fooled by her facade of fragility and innocent looking face.

Her brows furrowed in a mixture of anger and defiance. Couldn't he give her a break? She met his gaze. "You're kidding?"

[duckybarnes1917]

Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 11

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

Summary: In order to rescue Bucky, you revert to a version of yourself you thought was gone. Help comes from an unlikely source.

Warnings: ANGST. Violence. Reader has a violence problem. Trauma, trauma, all around.

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4 Days Before Christmas

It was dark on the edges of the town. No more twinkling lights to cover up the true nature of the city. Ozenik's tires crunched against the gravel as he stopped the car a short distance from a grim-gray abandoned warehouse. You were aware that he had been talking–something about Central Park and the motorcycle he had left for you–but you weren't listening. You had to remain focused or risk completely falling apart before even stepping inside. You were well versed in shutting down, turning yourself into the efficient, ruthless soldier you needed to be. Your fear was securely locked away, and as you opened the car door, Ozenik shoved a gun in your hand, mumbling something about how Helmut would have insisted. 

The icy wind should have cut straight through the thin red henley that draped your body, and your legs should have shaken in the black biker shorts that barely reached your thighs. But the cold didn’t register in your hyper-focused mind. After quickly taking out a few guards at the back of the building, you climbed a ladder to the roof and slipped inside through a fire escape. You paused briefly to listen for any sign that they knew you were there and when you heard none, you ran down the stairs and pulled open the first door you came to. 

It led you onto the second-level walkway, high above the old machinery and left behind boxes. As your eyes adjusted to the dark, you made out moving shapes below you. Tracksuits were crawling all over the place. Silently, you crept across the metal walkway toward the other side of the warehouse, where you could see light coming through the cracks of a closed door. You froze when you heard screaming, and the men below you all sprinted toward the door.  

"He’s out of control again!” A bloodied man stumbled through the door you were standing above. 

Bucky. 

You breathed a sigh of relief—you had at least located him. Target detected. Next step–acquire. 

“Give him another dose! Idiots!” Hanna’s nasally voice almost distracted you from your disciplined thinking.

 Bucky groaned, and everything went silent. 

What are they giving him? 

A heavy door slammed shut, and automatic locks slid into place. In the silence, you could hear Hanna’s heels clicking against the cement floor–she was pacing. Then you heard Bucky’s faint crying, barely a sniffle, and your vision went red. 

**

Bucky held his breath for as long as he could, hoping the aerosol drug would dissipate. He couldn’t go back under–he needed to get out– get to you . But, his vision was already starting to go dark around the edges; the people in the room faded into background noise as he sank to his knees in the cage they had locked him in. He was briefly aware that he was being lifted off the floor and placed back into the chair he had just escaped from. A needle inserted into his vein as buckles went around his limbs to lock him in place. And then he was gone. 

He opened his eyes–you had been yelling, but he didn’t know what you said. He turned his head and found you. A look of disgust was on your face; your suitcase was in your hands. you were leaving. 

Bucky panicked, jumping up to stop you, but you pushed him away, throwing off his already shaky balance and knocking him to the floor. 

“I don’t want you!” 

“Doll–wait, what did I do?” 

You laughed, turning back to him. “You really thought I could love you? You’re so–so broken.” 

Bucky scrambled to his feet, trying to follow you out the door, but he felt like he was running in sand. He couldn’t move fast enough. Suddenly Sam appeared in the hall, blocking him from reaching you. 

“Sam, please! I can’t lose her!” 

Sam scoffed, crossing his arms. “You already have. Don’t bother coming on the mission, either. I can’t trust you.” 

Bucky’s head hurt; he finally tore his eyes away from you and looked at Sam. 

“Sam, please. I’m sorry.”

“You really thought we wanted you on the team? That you could just pretend you’re not a monster?” 

Sam turned and left Bucky, joining you at the elevators down the hall. 

“Wait!” Bucky couldn’t stand any more; something was dragging him down. He tried to crawl toward them but was stopped when Yelena stood in his path. 

“Yelena, please help me—please.” 

Yelena squatted down to look him in the eye. “I remember you—I was only eight years old the first time you came. Do you remember me? Or do all the scared little girls you trained just jumble together into one terrified face?” 

“I’m sorry,” Bucky sobbed–barely able to see Yelena’s face through his tears. 

“Zhalkiy,” Yelena spat before turning on her heel and joining you and Sam in the elevator. 

“No,” Bucky again tried to get to his feet, but he couldn’t move. “Don’t leave, please, I’m sorry!” 

As the elevator doors shut, Bucky couldn’t breathe. His chest was too tight, his heart beating too fast. His vision blurred again, and he didn’t know if it was from his tears or something else. When he opened his eyes, he was on the floor of his apartment–all of the Christmas decor and your spirit stripped from it. He sat alone on the bare floor, his arms wrapped around his knees as he stared into the darkness. 

Alone. Eyes rimmed red, nothing to listen to but his own hiccups and sniffles as he tried not to cry again. 

This is what he knew he deserved.

A frustrated sigh from the other side of the room made Bucky jump–someone was here. 

“You tried to tell me–guess you were right after all.” 

Happy tears sprang to Bucky’s eyes as he recognized Steve leaning against the door frame. 

“Steve? What are you doing here?” Bucky jumped up, smoothing his shirt down and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “Wait, what are you talking about? I was right about what?” 

Steve sighed again, his mouth forming an irritated line. “What do you think?” 

His exasperated tone made Bucky flinch back. 

“You weren’t worth it. Why do you think I left? Did you really expect me to wallow in the darkness with you? I deserve to be happy.” 

“Steve, I–” Bucky choked back a sob, looking down at his feet. “Please don’t leave me,” he whispered, but when he looked up, Steve was already gone. 

**

You channeled your anger into your efficiency. You leaped from the walkway, landing on the shoulders of a surprised man below you–you should have been quieter, but you didn’t care anymore. Your kitchen knife sloppily sliced his neck, and you fell to the floor with him, rolling to your feet just in time to cut your blade through the next attacker. 

Somehow over the crunch of bones, the wet, slick noises of your knife penetrating skin, and the screaming, you could still hear Bucky’s tears. Time felt like it was slowing down with each pump of adrenaline that flowed through you. You weren't moving fast enough, though the pile of bodies behind you as you pushed through the door would suggest otherwise. 

The sight of Bucky, locked in a cage, bleeding, crying, stopped You in your tracks. Your fear sat in the back of your throat, threatening to take over. Your lip trembled as you started to take a step toward him. 

What did they do to him?

It didn’t make sense—you knew Bucky wasn’t the killing machine he could be, but he would never hold back this much. Something was very wrong. 

“Put your weapons down, or I’ll make it worse.” 

You quickly turned away from Bucky and faced Hanna’s pointy face, and your rage returned. All the things you had thought about saying to the bitch tangled together in your throat and came out as one sharp cry before you attacked. 

Like a lion hunting its prey, you only saw Hanna’s less than smug face as you slashed through the Tracksuits blocking your path. Your rage blinded you as you chased Hanna through a maze of boxes and conveyor belts. 

“I thought you wanted to talk?! Stop running!” You fired your gun, hitting Hanna’s calf. 

Hanna’s screaming briefly gave you a feeling of relief; you wanted the bitch to hurt. 

You were caught off guard when two pairs of strong hands grabbed you from behind and yanked you to the floor. You looked up–two cavemen-looking grunts dragged you across the floor as you struggled. 

These were not the normal Tracksuits you were used to–this must be the special reserves. You wondered if these were the two that took Bucky, and as they dragged you toward his cage, you fought harder. They pushed you up against the glass, and you closed your eyes–Bucky was still crying. You had never seen him cry like this. His chest was covered in so much blood you couldn’t tell where the wounds were. 

“What did you do to him?!” You struggled again, but it was useless. 

Now that the threat had tampered, Hanna reemerged, limping toward you with the help of another one of her men. But her confidence was still shaken as she walked past the dead bodies you had left behind. 

“Bring her over here–we need to talk,” Hanna said through grit teeth.  

The men lifted you and sat you across from Hanna. She had the same sharp features that Stephan had, the same sparkling green eyes and arrogance. But she was missing the natural power, the ability to make everyone want to drop to their knees and do whatever he said. She was flailing, a child playing an adult’s game. 

As soon as the large hands holding you down released you, you lunged at Hanna, almost wrapping your hands around her throat before you were pulled back into your chair. 

“I’m gonna kill you–” 

“Shut her up,” Hanna waved a hand, and one of the men slapped you across the face. 

His ring tore into your cheek, and you clenched your fists to keep from giving them the satisfaction of a reaction. Your eyes focused on the blood soaking through the cloth wrapped around Hanna’s leg, trickling down her shin and staining her pink shoes. 

“I’m going to kill you–you fucking bitch,” you met Hanna’s eyes. 

“Fine,” Hanna sighed, trying to keep her composure. “Do him again–she’ll like that.” 

You turned your head toward Bucky just as he started screaming again. He broke through his restraints, and you thought maybe things were turning in your favor. But he remained where he was like he was still strapped to the chair, his flesh hand clawing his left shoulder like he was trying to rip it off. 

“What are you doing to him?!” You couldn’t look away, but Hanna forcefully turned your face towards her.

“It’s a little drug cocktail–my friend, think you know her, had it made just for him. With my help, of course.” 

You furrowed your brows. 

“Money,” Hanna rolled her eyes. “After you killed her last scientist, the Power Broker found a new one–apparently Hydra had a lot of secret projects that are still out there. I believe this one,” Hanna pointed to a container full of red vials. “Is supposed to mimic the mind control one of their super twins could do with just her fingers.” Hanna wiggled her fingers in your face. “I don’t know what he’s seeing, but we hardly touched him.” Hanna forced your head back in Bucky’s direction. “I mean, yeah, we had to torture him a bit, just some light electric shocks–calm down,” Hanna paused, waiting for you to stop moving. “But most of that he did to himself.”

**

At first, the physical pain was almost a relief from the ache Bucky felt watching Steve leave his apartment. But then he realized where he was–he could hardly see, but he could hear. He could hear that crude saw buzzing to life. He could smell the blood and the alcohol, a hospital? No, this wasn’t a place for healing. He knew what was coming; he tried to escape, he always tried–ripping through his restraints was as far as he got every time. He tried not to scream; he didn’t want to give them the satisfaction, didn’t want to see that secretly pleased glint in their eyes as they took him apart and put him back together again. But as the teeth of the saw dug into his skin, through his muscle, and touched his bone, he had no choice–he would bite his tongue off otherwise. And there was that fucking sick smile on their faces–they wanted him awake, they wanted him to hurt, to beg for death. 

He woke up again, cold and alone and in so much pain. His left shoulder screamed under the weight of something foreign, and when he looked down and saw it–saw the silver shining in the moonlight, he screamed again–he had to get it off–get it off.  

**

You fought the urge to cry–now was not the time. “You have me! Stop it! Let him go!” 

Hanna waved her hand again, and eventually, Bucky quieted down to a soft whimper behind you. 

“You fucking crazy bitch–I didn’t kill Stephan! The Power Broker’s men did!” 

Hanna sat back in her chair, unimpressed. 

“What did she tell you, huh? How exactly did I kill him?” Your leg bounced up and down, you were losing your patience, and you didn’t have time for this conversation. 

“You shot him–all he ever tried to do was take care of you, and you betrayed him over and over and over again. I tried to warn him–”

“I loved him!” You were caught off guard by your own hysterical scream. Facing Hanna was too much–reminded you too much of him of the guilt you still harbored. “He would have destroyed me, and I still loved him! I had to watch him die–”

“Shut up!” Hanna stood from her chair, wincing as she nervously paced. “We’re done talking.” 

“Good,” you sniffed, swallowing your tears. “Just kill me then, get it over with.” 

“Oh, I’m not going to kill you–who do you think I am? She should be here soon. My job was just to get you here.” 

You perked up. “The Power Broker is coming here?” You laughed. After all the time you, Bucky, and Sam had spent trying to get her out of hiding…and now she was coming right to you. 

“What?” All confidence ripped from her, Hanna turned in your direction, not even attempting to hide the worry on her face. 

“You really are stupid. You have no idea who you’re dealing with–you do realize she’s probably hoping that I kill you before she shows up so that she doesn’t have to do it herself?” 

Hanna pressed her lips into a thin line, unconsciously taking a step backward. 

“I’ll make you deal–I won’t kill you if you let Bucky go and give me a name. Right now.” You paused for only a second. “Now, Hanna!” 

Hanna jumped, a soft squeak leaving her throat, and you knew you had her. But before Hanna could say anything, a large black and red disc flew over your head, and Hanna screamed, barely ducking out of the way. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you groaned before taking down the men restraining you while they were distracted by the Captain America knock-off running in their direction. 

Walker grabbed his makeshift shield and turned to you with a friendly smile. “Prince Charming to your rescue.” 

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You yelled; the last time you had seen him was when he murdered a Flag Smasher with Sam’s shield. You wanted to hit him, but there was no time; Hanna was limping away. 

“Saving your ass–Yelena called–you’re welcome,” Walker sighed exasperatedly as he watched you grab a handful of Hanna’s hair and yank her to the ground.  

“Jesus Christ, Yelena–just shut up and be useful, go get Bucky.” 

“A please would–”

“Go!”

You turned your attention back to Hanna as Walker ran off. “Name. Now.”  

“It was really the Power Broker?” Hanna, eyes full of tears, looked up at you. “Why?” 

You didn’t answer…but you didn’t need to. Hanna knew, she knew she had been played. 

“I’m sorry,” Hanna choked out, starting to hyperventilate. 

“No, get your shit together! I need a name, now!”

Hanna’s lip trembled as you pressed a blade against her throat. “I don’t know, I swear!” 

You pressed harder. The more Hanna cried and apologized, the angrier you got. Your voice was raw, an open wound pumping blood with each word you screamed in Hanna’s face. 

Hanna could have told you the name by now, but you wouldn’t have heard it—one phrase was repeating in your head. Kill the target. 

You refused to see the whisper of Stephan in Hanna’s eyes. 

Refused to acknowledge her tears. 

Not human. 

Kill the target. 

“Hey! Get on with it already; Bucky needs you!” Walker’s voice cut through everything as if ice water had been dumped over your head. 

Bucky needs you. 

You lowered the knife, turning your head toward Walker’s voice. He had the glass door open but was refusing to step inside.  

“Run. Stay hidden.” You barely glanced at Hanna as you spoke. The fear you had locked away seeped through the cracks of your resolve. The mechanical, ruthless soldier dissolved with every frantic step you took in Bucky’s direction. This wasn’t a mission. This was Bucky. The love of your life, and he needed you. 

You ran faster, tripping over bodies as tears blurred your vision. “What are you waiting for?!” You roared at Walker. 

“He’s unstable! I don’t know what I’m walking into here.” 

“Such a big help; I’m glad you’re here,” you shoved him out of the way.

“You’re insufferable. I already took out all of the guards outside and saved your ass–”

“Yeah, and ruined my shot at the Power Broker, you fucking idiot.” You rushed through the door to Bucky’s side. You haphazardly yanked the IV out of his arm, and he immediately sat up, gasping, his eyes wild and confused. 

“Bucky,” you couldn’t touch his chest; he was too bloody; your hand gently settled on his face instead. “Bucky, baby, it’s me,” you said softly, mustering what little strength you had left to keep your shit together. “You’re safe–it's okay. I’m gonna take you home.” 

Bucky slowly turned his head, his breathing returning to normal as he took you in. “Doll?” He stumbled off the table, wrapping his arms around you as he sunk to the floor, still too weak to stand. “Doll, I’m sorry,” he nearly sobbed, but he was out of tears. “Please, don’t leave.” 

You winced when he squeezed you tighter and tighter; his bloody fingernails dug into your skin like hooks. “I’m not going anywhere, baby,” you gasped as Bucky sank his hooks in deeper. You tried to hold him just as firmly. “I’ve got you. I’m so sorry, Bucky. So sorry.” 

The heaving of his chest slowed, but his grip on you didn’t lessen. 

You looked up at Walker, helpless underneath Bucky’s weight. “Help me–please.” 

Walker stepped into the cage and reached out to help Bucky stand up. You put your hand up, stopping him. 

“Hey, Bucky–“ you smoothed a hand through his hair until his wide eyes finally looked up at you. You tried to offer him a soothing smile, but the movement felt like it was ripping your face open. “Walker’s here; he’s gonna help us get out of here, okay?” 

Bucky simply nodded, too tired to do anything else.

“You gotta let me go, baby; I’m not leaving you, I promise.” 

Bucky furrowed his brow slightly, and you reached around to gently pry one of his hands off your side. He hadn’t realized he was holding you so tightly—he couldn’t fucking think. He just let you remove him, fighting the urge to never let go. 

Walker lifted him off of you, placing one of Bucky’s arms around his shoulders so he could help him walk. Bucky’s vision went white, pain shooting through every nerve ending he had. 

You stood up, trying to stop your body from shaking, but you were covered in Bucky’s blood, he was acting like a zombie, and it was all your fault.

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[shelby-love]

JAY HALSTEAD

Mourning

Requested: yes

Prompts:  “I let you down. How am I supposed to forgive myself for that?” ; "We have to tell him. He deserves to know." ; "He won't be able to handle it. He'll self-destruct." ; "You are always the 1st priority to me.”

Warnings: heavy angst (mentions of blood, stab injury, detailed hospital arrival, miscarriage, death), sad

Authors note: This made me shed a tear. The ending is sad but hopefully positive. Good luck!

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You happily skip to work. Turns out your morning sickness is the first sign of your early pregnancy. You hold your still not visible belly and greet everyone in the district with a cheery voice.

Sargent Platt looks at you weirdly but decides not to press it as you lean against her reception desk. "Hello."

"What happened to you? You're glowing," She scans you top to bottom over the desk. You don't give her anything to make her suspect. With a bright smile and a wink you start waking up the stairs. You make the best of your current emotions because you know the moment you throw up again you'll have your day ruined.

You experienced the sickness quite early, but you went to the doctor after a full two weeks. You just didn't think anything of it. A yesterday it got so bad that you ditched Jay and drive yourself to the doctor's office. You're 7 weeks along.

You didn't mind. You knew Jay would be happy about this baby. A few months ago you brought up the subject and you two said that when you get pregnant, at whatever time or point in life, both of you will be happy whether or not the baby was planned.

"Good morning sunshine," Your boyfriend's voice startles you. He stands by the coffee machine with a cup of hot steamy coffee in his hands. He raises the cup, "You want some babe?"

"Nah I'm good," You approach him with the same glow and give him a kiss.

"Someone's happy," He notes and sits next to you at the table. You decided that, since today is Friday and you both don't have work tommorow you'd suprise him with the big news on a sunny Saturday.

Different ideas of how you'd tell him start blowing up in your head. One better than the other. He is going to be so happy.

You shrug innocently.

"Halstead, Y/LN. Noise complaint at abandoned building, thought you two might want to check out." Your Sargeant, Hank Voight announces. Since today started off calmly you just shrug and stand up. Those calls aren't that bad. "I'll have patrols near you two just in case."

"Don't worry we got this," Jay says and grabs you your jacket. You stand in front of him as he helps you put it on. An image flashes in your mind briefly. You with a big belly standing in front of Jay as he helps you put your jacket on. You smile.

"Alright. Let's go," You say and follow your boyfriend outside.

***

You hold the flashlight above your gun. You can see Jay's light behind you and that incourages you to step in further. Both of you swore that you heard a woman scream. It was loud and clear. But even if your hearing was messing with you (it didn't because you both heard the same thing), in places like this one, unexpectedly, you can find a lot of dope. Different types of drugs all gathered up at one place. It was worth looking into for sure.

You and Jay decide to separate from each other just for a little bit. When your whole unit is together in situations like this one, Jay and you never separate. But you needed to cover as much ground as you could.

You turn several different corners and find no thing and no one. You move your hand to grab your radio. At that small moment, with calculated movements a masked person jumped at you with what looked like a knife. The look in his eyes gave you creeps and you didn't have time to react before he stabbed you.

Not once. Not twice.

Three, four, five, six times.

After that you could barely stay conscious. Blood was pouring out of you like Niagara falls. And so were your tears. They traveled down your face in messy streaks. My baby.

Then you hear a gun shot. The masked man fell right down next to you. You didn't know where to look. You clutched your stomach. He hurt my baby.

"Y/N babe look at me. Hey stay with me!" Jay's rough hand cupped the side of your face and clutched your bleeding stomach. Instead of holding his hand over yours because he wanted to feel the baby, he held it close because he didn't want you to bleed to death.

"We have an officer down, critical condition, stabbed by the offender! The offender is down dead shot fired by the police. I need an ambulance here immediately!!" Jay was barking orders into his radio like a crazy maniac. He didn't want to loose you.

"Baby please stay awake. Talk to me Y/N please!" Your head is lies in his lap. His shirt is now gone completely, it's nested at your bleeding belly already soaked completely. You're barely holding on, you keep gaging and vomiting blood. And just this morning you couldn't be happier for vomiting.

"I-I'm sorry Jay."

***

"Doctor Rhodes! Stab victim, you're going to Baghdad!" Maggie instructed and Connor immediately fled towards the incoming patient.

"Y/N Y/LN, 22-year-old female. Heart rate 100, BP 50/30. Found diaphoretic, in respiratory distress, and covered in blood. 6 stab wounds to her abdomen. We performed intubation on the scene." Silvie Brett recited your dangerous condition as you were rolled into the Gaffney emergency department. Connor Rhodes was schocked to see you. "Page Will. Now."

Your vitals were jumping at dangerous heights. "Alright let's transfer on my count. One, two, three!"

"Jesus Christ... Y/N?" Will couldn't believe his eyes. Jay was just outside shaking because of your condition. Will read your stats on the monitor and came to assist Connor. Will pressed his stethoscope over your chest and listened carefully, "There's diminished breath sounds on the left side."

"Blood is gathering around her left lung. Alright, April give me the kit we need to do a tube thoracostomy." April did as Connor said and preped his request. He cut a small line with the scalpel and inserted the tube. Blood spilled everywhere.

"Give me the ultrasound." Will instructed and April handed him the transducer on which she put one some gel. Will glided the transducer across your belly to look for any more internal bleeding. "Her major organs seem to be fine..." then he moved it downwards and was shocked to see a small baby inside. "She was pregnant."

He looked outside towards Jay and immediately knew you didn't tell him. Hell, he didn't even know if you knew. The baby was still so small, but it did have a heartbeat before the stab wounds. Will cursed.

Your vitals dropped rapidly at that moment. "She's in V Fib!" Connor yelled.

"On it." Will immediately hopped onto the bed and started doing compressions. He kept repeating, c'mon Y/N c'mon. Jay who stood outside lost it completely when he saw what was happening. Security and Dr. Ethan Choi had to hold him down.

"Charge to 200," Connor said as he grabbed the the padels. "Everyone clear."

Will pulled away and Connor shocked you. Nothing. "Do it again."

After three more tried Connor wanted to announce asistoly. "No, no, no Y/N c'mon. Connor one more time."

"Will she's gone."

"No Connor one more damn time please!" Will was on the verge of crying. Connor nodded and charged them again. "Clear."

You were brought back to life. "Okay let's get her to the OR immediately! She needs a diagnostic laparotomy and a D&C."

You were rushed out. Will stood in the middle of the trauma room surrounded by blood. "How is she?" Jay had tears around his eyes, he was tense and uncontrollably shaking.

"I don't know Jay... I don't."

For a second it looked like Jay was going to punch him square in the face but instead Jay leaned against his brother's shoulder and cried like never before. "I was supposed to ask her to marry me tommorow."

Will's heart broke at his words.

But what broke him even more was the fact that his younger brother lost a baby he didn't even know he'd have.

***

"She just went through a major surgery, I'd like to monitor her before we go any further." Connor told Jay. The whole Intelligence unit was there. Everyone was deeply concerned about you.

"What are we going to do Will?" Connor and he stood by your bed and watched your sleeping form.

"She knew about it I'm sure of it," Will said. "Let's talk to her when she wakes up. Page me when she does."

Will went to attend his other patients and after a few hours you woke up. "Hey Y/N how you doing?"

You tried to get used to the bright lights but with no avail. Everything seems foreign to you. Dark spots blurry your vision but you blink them away. My baby.

Tears spill down your cheeks uncontrollably. "M-my...baby."

Connor and Will share a look. "Y/N does Jay know?" Will asks you before he sits down next to you.

You shake your head. "I...I was only 7 weeks along." There's pressure in your throat which makes you cough, "I wanted to tell him tommorow." Your heart broke at your words. You blamed yourself for your recklessness.

Will sighed, "We have to tell him. He deserves to know."

You shake your head rapidly at that proposal, "He won't be able to handle it. He'll self-destruct." You know Jay. Maybe even better than Will. He would be heartbroken.

"Y/N as your doctors we have to tell him," Will fought back.

"As my doctors you have to keep my charts a secret." You tried to blink the tears away but they wouldn't go away. You were fighting a battle within yourself. You wanted to tell Jay but he's been through enough. "I lost my baby today. I found out that I was pregnant today."

"Y/N but Jay was the father of your baby. He has every right to know that he lost his child whether he knew about it or not." You understood where Will was coming from. The truth in his words hit you like a truck. He was right.

"Then...let me tell him Will," You squeeze his hand. "Let me."

"I'll go get Jay," Will announces and rushes out of your ICU room to get his brother. To get the love of your life.

"You're doing the right thing, Y/N. I'm so sorry for your loss." Connor says softly. You just nod weakly and turn your head away from him. Connor leaves not long after and you sob. Just this morning you were skipping to work, delighted about the news of your unborn baby. You did a stupid thing by going to work today. You put your weak hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs.

Drained you once again slip into unconsciousness.

"Hey Y/N take it easy..." Jay. He's helping you sit up on the bed a little. His eyes are red rimmed from crying and he looks like he didn't sleep for weeks. He's still in his grey shirt, it's covered in your blood. He didn't change because he never left your side. "God I was so worried."

You hold his hands in your lap and bring them to your lips. You press a small delicate kiss on both of his knuckles. "I'm so sorry baby."

You shake your head, "This isn't your fault Jay."

"Yes it is. I was supposed to protect you. I let you down. How am I supposed to forgive myself for that?" Tears gather around his eyes once more.

"Jay..." You try to pick your next words carefully. "Can you give me my bag?"

He turns his head and stands up. Your bag sits on one of the chairs in the corner. He grabs it and sits back next to you. "Open it. It's in one of the pockets."

The best way to tell him about it is to show him. You stop breathing as you watch him pull out the ultrasound from this morning. The shock on his face is enough for you to break down is cries. "I'm so sorry."

He holds your hand in his as he looks at it. At first, a smile broke out on his face but then it was replaced by devastation. He realized you lost your baby because of today. That fact that your baby died from stab wounds broke his heart. You almost died from those stab wounds.

His silence killed you. You wanted him to yell at you. Anything. Just not silence.

Jay Halstead is a strong man. But when it comes to you all of his guards come down and he shows you his heart. He was hurting now. He lost his child but he was in no way angry at you.

The two of you cried together. You mourned the loss of your unborn child.

You blamed yourself and he kept reassuring you. He didn't have the heart to tell you that turns out, there's a lot more to the abandoned building noise complaint and to the man who he shot dead. And he was going to find them all.

"You are always the 1st priority to me." He cupped your face and kissed the free spirited tears away. "We're going to get through this. I love you Y/N Y/LN."

He loved you more than the world. You smiled weekly and kissed him. You poured all your emotion into the kiss. You were scared and sad but you will get through this. With Jay by your side and one day, you will have a family.

[kimberly-spirits13]

Burning Kingdoms and Runaway Rulers Pt. 1

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader

Note: So, this is an OC reader insert where this story is taken from the story of an OC I have but instead of the OC, it’s reader. I didn’t really know if I wanted to post this but then again, why the heck not. This is the same OC that I used for that mood board one time, I’ll post it at the bottom if you ave no idea what I’m talking about/ So part one is an intro and it takes place the night that you arrived in Gotham. The italics are what happened before that 

Warnings: Mentions of death (not explicit)

Word Count: 1,808

To say you weren’t close to people was an understatement. The fire found a home in you and you were too busy trying to keep it contained to be concerned with those around you. Some children are born with tragedy in their blood, it was something you’d gotten used to seeing in people other than yourself. The last light in someone’s eyes before the kill, the glimmer of hope of a better fate, it was telling. You saw it in ballrooms and on battlefields, but now you were somewhere different. Now you were in realms unfamiliar to your senses. Adaptation was a choice, but in order to return home, survival was key-

-3 Months Ago-

No one knew where you were. You intended to keep it like that. The assumed lost Princesses of Amara was not be forgotten until it was your time to return home and reclaim the throne. That was a nice thought. Going back home and resuming life as usual. If everything was normal, you’d be on a mission into the rebel country of Ingram off to kill one of the high rulers to whom was setting the country into total and mass chaos by order of your father, the supreme ruler and king of your home planet. But that was yesterday’s news and your old team’s mission. Today you were in Chicago, on Earth, the only near planet you had never visited.

The clock on the wall was the only thing keeping you company besides the ever -intrusive thoughts bogging down your memories of the past 48 hours. It all happened too quickly, the death of your family, the fall of an ancient monarchy, and the discovery of the hidden Chamber of Magic in the core of your home planet, something that you were immortally entrusted in keeping safe in all past and future lives you might have lived. It was something to take time in understanding.        

Your father, a man of top royal and intellectual status was never a truly sane man as some tend to be. He kept it well under wraps as far as you were concerned. It wasn’t until one time, in a fit of dismay and disarray in one of his now more frequent walks, he discovered the chambers that you wandered through every night in the shadows of the hallways and the glow of the golden strands of light that floated ever weightlessly through the air without anyone’s knowledge. That was when he discovered it. Amidst the ancient and crumbling catacombs, down winding stairs, and across underground streams of magic that might have replaced a mass amount of water, he found the source of all magic in this universe. He found what you were entrusted in keeping safe your entire existence. That was when he went mad.

On the night of his breaking, you were coming back from a mission meant to take down part of the Ingram Royal Army. It had been a success but the mission was draining and the royal guards still needed you, their leader to keep yourself in your place for one last briefing before they could disperse. You were sitting at the front of the ship when a guard came to you saluting you before handing you a letter with the golden seal of the Amaranian king and then leaving. You carefully opened it and read it, finding out, much to your horror that he was holding your family, the rest of the royal family hostage and would only let them live if you relinquished all your power to him.

That was where it began, the ending however, was much worse. Your entire family was dead now including your father. His blood was on your hands, but the rest? His. You finished off the traders in the guards and carried on, leaving on a ship, no possessions but your training and coordinates to Earth.

The chime of the bell snapped you out of your never- ending trance in time for you to realize the time. A few seconds later, the shadow of a ship graced the window and floor of your hotel room floor. It was time to leave Chicago, it was time to leave for Gotham. You knew not of what would happen in this crime filled city, only that your guide told you to go. That was enough for you to leave with Batman. That was enough for you to think of possibly starting a new life.

You leapt out of the window and on to the roof of the building before being met by the bat clad vigilante.

“Queen Y/N.” He greeted formally calling you by your newly gained title, “Are you ready to leave?”

“I am, and please, just call me Y/N, I am no princess nor queen on this planet.” You answered before getting into the jet.

“Very well... Y/N, I have accommodations for you at Wayne Manor as said. Alfred, my butler has prepared a room, if you’d like to change it, you may seeing as this will most likely become your permanent residence.” The bat explained as the city disappeared from under you.

You gazed out of the window and watched as the world seemed to become smaller and smaller, clouds rapidly going in and out of view. It was mesmerizing to see but you were pulled out of your thoughts for the 100th time tonight once more.

“I assume that you would like to carry on fighting?” He asked shooting a glance your way.

“I-I would.” You answered.

“What name will you go by?” Batman asked, “You don’t have to rush, but you do have to follow my one rule.”

“Let me guess, this is going to be the opposite of what I was raised to do and I suspect an impulse training segment. I cannot kill? Is that your rule Mr. Wayne?” You said rolling your eyes.

“It is.” “And for simplicity’s sake, please, call me Bruce.” Bruce stated making a sharp turn and then diving down, “This isn’t the Thanatos Royal Army anymore, this is Earth, this is Gotham. By code, people allowed to work in Gotham as vigilantes cannot kill.”

“And you are going to make me partake in vigorous training to control the possible impulse or habit of killing those guilty of a crime? People who might not have committed crimes against the high or superior kingdoms, or even those who make their citizens beg for quick death rather than life, but instead a different breed? The Gotham made mass killers?”

Bruce sighed, “Yes. As much as you question it, this is not debatable.” He informed you in a stern tone.

You kept a neutral expression, but that did not mean that internally, you were questioning this man’s will to live or even intelligence on the sharp turn and his rules. You were however pleasantly surprised to find him landing in a massive cave, and a boy, around your age coming down a stair case.

“Hey B!” The young black -haired teen said.

Bruce nodded at him, acknowledging his presence before turning to you as you landed next to him from jumping out of the jet with no sound at all.

“Y/N, this is Dick Grayson, my ward.” Bruce said as you nodded, “Dick, Y/N L/N. Y/N has just arrived from her home planet Amara, I expect you to make her feel welcome.” Bruce emphasized the last part.

“You got it Bruce.” Dick said before turning back to you, “Do you want me to show you your room?”

“That would be most appreciated.” You replied following him before meeting Alfred.

“So, you’re a queen?” Dick asked as you two walked around the house and up the stair case in the front.

“Technically. I have not had a proper or official coronation yet, however, I am the successor to the now empty throne.” You replied, a ping of sadness hitting your chest.

“I’m sorry.” He said, “I lost both of my parents when I was younger. Used to be part of the circus.”

“My condolences.” You said, “How long have you resided here?”

“I’ve been here around 4 years now.” Dick answered turning down another hall, “Trust me, once you get used to everything, it’s not totally terrible.”

“But I’d presume that there are some terrible things. More than the fighting?”

“Yes, flashing lights, paparazzi following everywhere, sometimes B, he’s well, not that great with emotions and opening up so that gets weird. You should be fine though, and if you need anything, I’m always here.”

“Thank you.”

Dick led you to your new bedroom, opening the door to let you inside first. There was one other door, leading to a bathroom, a massive bed, a small desk, nightstands on either side of the desk, a sitting chair, dresser, and bookshelves. On the floor by the bed, a Persian rug. The room fit the theme of the manor very well in your opinion. It did not however, fit your idea of a suitable bedroom. Bruce said you could change it, so you would tonight when Dick wasn’t in the room as to not make you seem ungrateful.

“It’s lovely.” You said walking in further, “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem really. I’ll leave you alone now, but if you need anything, but room is the next one to the left.” He said, “Alfred has already prepared the room with whatever you’d need but clothes, you can get those tomorrow.”

“Oh, there will be no need for that.” You said before walking to the closet.            

“What are you doi-“ Dick stopped talking when he saw you mumble something to the air and put your hand out.

Without warning, the closet was filled with Earth clothes. That was something you were informed was important by your guide. They were your mentor or sorts. It came straight from the magic in the core of your home planet and was eternally bound to you as an advisor, something you found yourself needing more and more as of recently.

“T-that was amazing!” Dick exclaimed.

“Thank you.” You smirked some, “These are suitable Earth clothes to you, correct?”

“Oh yeah, perfectly normal clothes.” He looked around not noticing anything wrong with what he saw.

You nodded when he told you goodnight and left your room. You changed the room to your likings when he did leave, but after that, you had work to do on these people. It was important that you knew who you were “bunking “ with for the next while and what was to possibly be expected from these next few days, weeks, or even years. Your guide would be by your side, but also something that you had just gotten used to, a laptop. It was a strange thing, but at least it beat the old royal archives, even if those were more magical.

Okay so that’s the mood board that this is inspired by. Anyways, I hope that you guys liked this one and are also staying safe and healthy. Have a wonderful week and day and take care of yourselves!

[jaepies]

𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 - attack on titan

eren x fem!oc

attack on titan au

inspired by 'see you in my 19th life' webtoon

author's note ; eunji is the 18th life name whilst hyejin is her general name :)

intro : sweet summer day

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memories are strange entities. they lay dormant in the cave we call the mind until all of a sudden - something as minuscule as a waft of a scent walks by, triggering a forgotten incident from decades ago.

as humans, we wonder about the memories of our previous lives which remain with our souls eternally. we ask questions about: who were we? how did our past selves use to act? perhaps they were delinquents who wreaked havoc on the neighbourhood or perhaps they were a pair of goody-two-shoes who could do no wrong.

maybe we even had a significant other whose love used to fill our days with boundless bliss?

it all seemed like a classified secret which the brain could never gain access to no matter how hard it racked all its neurones in an attempt to search for all the answers.

however, hyejin ban must have been a glitch in the system.

when her first life occurred, she didn't think much of it and lived it to the fullest as much as a working-class girl could in the 1800s (society was something of a different nature in those time). she grew up with plenty of friends and siblings, fell in love with a boy who had lived next door and worked as an average house-wife whilst the husband provided the money required to live comfortably with not much to worry about except for disease.

to say that hyejin was surprised when every detail of her previous self came flooding back to her would be an understatement. there is no word in the english dictionary to describe the shock which devoured her.

she had heard conspiracies of those who claimed to remember fragments of their past lives in her village before however she never thought them to be a thing of truth. it was as if all the memories had been transferred onto a hard drive and inserted into her new body, making her age at least 80 years as her 'life' flashed right before her juvenile eyes.

nonetheless, she tolerated having two sets worth of memories and had a rather quiet, peaceful existence with only her family to bid her a farewell as she silently passed. she watched as the 19th century came to an end and the world transitioned into a new one, marking an end of an era.

flash forward a few more lives and her soul had endured more than anyone could ever comprehend. each body presenting a new perspective on the mixed bag of earth. each body which she took on was distinctly different from the last as all her lives came in all different shapes and sizes as well as randomising which gender she was. from world wars to famine to milestones such as the first man walking on the moon, hyejin's mind remembered it all. only to leave it behind as the never-ending cycle of death and reincarnation continued.

some lives were shorter than others as unfortunate environments cut the thread of life much too soon, leaving much of the life to fall to the pits of hell. sometimes hyejin was treat unfairly as she suffered the struggles of poverty and faced many of the evils which the world had to offer. yet instead of living filled with resentment and agony, she took these as opportunities to grow wiser as a being. eventually, school became repetitive as the knowledge taught had already been ingrained within her.

as hyejin became used to her circumstances and gained a better understanding of what was happening, she set rules to live by. one of which was to let go of any burdens and troubles of past lives which could mental strain to her present and subsequent self.

﹝•••﹞

hyejin was rebirthed for the 18th time as 'eunji yun' and quickly she learnt that she had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth. she grew up surrounded by maids ready to cater for her every wish and need, it was a life where money would never be an issue and her family showered her more love than she had ever encountered before.  at the age of 6, her family brought a younger sister into the world who not before long began to mean the absolute world to <> and she took it upon herself to fill the other half of the parental figures that was left empty by her hard-working father.

the sun was shining brightly when hyejin's mother guided her to the family car, telling her vaguely that she had business with another mother at another household not too dissimilar from theirs. the girl let her curiosity get the better of her and asked why she had to come along - her mother just turned to look at her with a mischievous glint in her eye and replied with a face plastered with a simple smile that held no information. hyejin despite being wise beyond her years reacted with a childish sigh and dramatic slump in her seat as the car started to drive away.

soon a house in the distance came into view, the car slowing down as the wheels entered the extensive drive. hyejin thought her house had been grand however this house was the epitome of luxury even the air had the distinct smell of the rich. on the journey, she had been told this was the residence of a wealthy chairman whose son was of a similar age to her.

upon walking in she couldn't help but gasp from the grandiose of it all, the chandeliers hung on the ceiling twinkling away as the striking staircase sat in the centre of the foyer. her awe was shattered as she heard a chuckle infused with honey from a woman whose aura held as much awe as the impressive atmosphere of the interior did.

'you must be miss eunji yun, what a pleasure to meet you. i'm carla jeager.'

'pleased to make your acquaintance, thank you for inviting my mother and i to your household.'

all the etiquette lessons were quickly put into action as hyejin's voice uttered the stock response which she had practised numerous times growing up.

carla found the amusement in this textbook conversation and responded with another sweet chuckle

'no need to be so formal, your mother and i are very good friends, please make yourself at home.'

she spoke with such a heart-warming tone that felt so down to earth, it was like listening to melodic tunes of birds chirping - you wouldn't believe that her family was one with the highest status and wealth.

'carla, should we brew a pot of tea?'

her mother interjected whilst handing over her faux fur jacket to the maid who had discreetly made their way beside hyejin in the foyer. she had not even noticed that she had already slipped off her diamond-encrusted heels.

'ah, what a good idea! let's move to the kitchen'

eagerly the pair of mothers walked side by side already engrossed in a different conversation it was clear that they had much to catch up on.

swiftly after pulling her sneakers off, hyejin started to take a few steps before carla turned around, halting her,

'there's no need to follow us, i'm sure you would have a far more entertaining time with my son who you will find in the library up the stairs. will you be able to find your way?'

hyejin hadn't noticed the glow which consumed her eyes as she smiled at her, there was an extremely low probability that she wouldn't do what carla had asked of her.

'of course ma'am, don't worry too much about me and please proceed with your intended business.'

as hyejin heard the receding the steps of the mothers she couldn't quite help but catch wisps of their conversation.

'she conducts and speaks so eloquently for a 12-year-old.'

'sometimes i forget that she's even a child at all.'

holding onto the handrails, she looked back with a knowing smile as she began her descent up the stairs. following carla's instructions, the library was easily found. the walls filled to brim with all types of books from fairytales to encyclopedias on insects and ladders at every corner to aid with the books at the very top shelf that was too high for even the tallest of humans. the centre of the room held plush sofas and chairs clearly carefully chosen for the purpose of being able to read enjoyably.

hyejin's eyes fixed themselves onto a figure, not much taller than the 3rd shelf, desperately trying to grab at a book that was just out of his reach. his tiptoes only doing so much to increase his height, the girl scoffed in amusement at the sight in front of her and strolled over to the black-haired boy.

'need a hand?'

she hadn't meant for there to be a snarky tone however the words which tumbled out appeared as condescending when in reality she had just wanted the tiny boy who had yet to have a growth spurt.

'who are you? i don't need any help.'

his brows were furrowed together and his voice filled with defensiveness - hyejin thought to herself that it would be entertaining to watch this stuck up boy act in a childish manner.

going against the prideful boy's wishes, she reached over his head to slide the book that he wanted out of the bookshelf.

it wasn't long before reams and reams of disgruntled refusals came flowing out his mouth.

'get out of my way'

well, he was certainly direct with the way he spoke and with his words.

'you're in the way-'

the exasperated boy did not get to finish his second rude remark before being smacked on the face by the book which he had so urgently wanted.

this is what you most definitely call karma.

'you should mind your manners kiddo'.

it barely took a second before an ear-splitting screech encompassed the whole house.

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[halstudandruz]

No Sugarcoating It- Part 2 (NSFW)

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Greg Gerwitz x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Aftermath of Mouse leaving

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (18+)

A/N: Part 1 here

Two weeks had passed before you had stepped foot back in your house after that night. Emptiness filling it. Mouse had already packed his stuff storing it in a garage for the time he would be gone. He was supposed to be leaving that night, and your phone had done nothing but ring all day. Texts and calls from Jay flooding it until finally he swung the door open walking in with no warning. You looked up from where you were curled on the couch watching TV before averting your attention back to it seconds later ignoring the man hovered over you.

“Are you kidding me right now?” Jay huffed.

“What do you want, Halstead?” You spit back sitting up some.

“He’s leaving in less than an hour and here you are just laying here.” Jay gestured clearly annoyed.

“What’s your point?” You grumbled.

“You’re honestly not going to say goodbye?” He asked.

“We already said goodbye.” You stated emotions bubbling to the surface.

“A breakup is not a goodbye. At least not the one he deserves. You’ve been with him for 3 years and you think it’s fair to just-“ He lectured before you cut him off. Losing it at his choice of words.

“Don’t you DARE try and tell me what is fair and what isn’t right now, Jay Halstead. NONE of this is fair! We had a plan and he blew it up! How is that fair to me?” You yelled, jabbing a finger into his chest, voice cracking with each word making Jay’s face fall and sigh.

“[Y/N], I kn-“ He started to apologize.

“No. Just please leave.” You whispered barely enough for it to be heard. Shaking your head and walking up the stairs.

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Almost a year had passed since Mouse had left and you were still trying to pull yourself together. He sent you letters every month. Including pictures of him and his new team, telling you how much he missed you, informing you that he never went anywhere without your picture in his pocket and your hair tie on his wrist. You had yet to write him back, but you’d be lying if you said those letters weren’t the best part of your months regardless of the tears they usually evoked. Praying every single night that he was safe and he knew you still loved him.

It had taken you a good while to finally sleep in your old room again. Not wanting to take over the smell of Mouse still on your sheets so instead you slept in the guest room. It all seemed so silly to you. Sleepless nights, holding onto his old dog tags, wearing his shirts to bed. It was like you were acting like he was dead, but all he did was leave. You knew you were probably overreacting which only made the whole thing worse.

You had kept in touch with Jay. Usually having a weekly lunch date. At your most recent one he had informed you that Mouse was coming home on leave for a small period of time. They would be having a small get together at Molly’s that Friday night and he had begged you to come. You had declined over and over again, but as the day drew closer you couldn’t help but want to see him again. Maybe it would give you the closure to move on. Maybe you could finally get the peace you had been searching for, for the last year. Walking in that night it wasn’t hard to spot him. He looked mostly the same. Although his hair was still clean cut his face had a little more scruff than what he usually did, although you always told him you liked him with scruff, his shoulders were broader, arms bigger, and you had to fight the urge to run your fingers along them. It was him though. The same Greg you had fallen in love with four years ago. Sitting, laughing, smiling at those around him. Jay had been the only one who witnessed you walking in, locking eyes with you. Which meant he had also been the only one to see you turn around, walking straight back out. Your mind was racing, chest tightening, tears welling as you headed right for your car. It was crazy to you that the heartbreak still felt so raw. So real. You felt beyond ridiculous. How were you ever going to move past it? The thought only furthering your panic. Pulling out your phone you clicked on Jay’s name typing out a text.

“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

You took a few deep breaths wiping the tears away before starting your car and heading back home. Feeling defeated you landed right on the couch turning on the TV. You felt numb. An hour later the movie you were watching was interrupted by a knock at the door. Regardless of knowing who it was your breath halted at the sight of him standing in your doorway. You sighed heavily as he stared at you uneasily chewing at his lip, a nervous habit you had quickly picked up on. Your emotions took over as you hauled yourself into his arms. He was taken back at first, but quickly welcomed the surprise squeezing you tightly against his body shoving his face into your neck. The familiar woodsy smell he had always carried washing over you. He picked you up carrying you into the living room, you once shared, kicking the door closed behind him. Legs still wrapped around his waist you pulled back to look at him, deep blue eyes staring back at you, quickly drowning in them like you always had.

You couldn’t have cared less what your head was saying at that moment as you grasped his face in your hands, pulling him to your lips. He sighed at the feeling, one hand going to the back of your neck to pull you closer, while walking over to lay you down on the couch. Collapsing on top of you he bit your bottom lip, slipping his tongue in your mouth when you gasped taking in the taste of you again. A taste he missed so desperately, hands roaming all over your body. When you moved to pull his shirt off his body he broke the kiss for a split second before moving down to attack your neck. Your fingers traced over his chest and abdomen noticing the scars you had become so familiar with. His hands massaged your breasts as he kissed and nipped at all your favorite places on your neck, earning many whimpers and quiet moans from you. Mouse reached behind you unhooking your bra before pulling you up with him, easily slipping it off along with your shirt, his shirt. As soon as it was discarded he laid you back down mouth going straight for your breasts, tongue flicking and swirling across your erect nipples. Arching up into him you reached down to undo his jeans quickly, taking a little longer than you would've a year ago, now out of practice. You stripped them off with his help as he sucked and kissed all over your body. Reaching down to take his dick into your hand he immediately groaned at your touch, hips shooting forward involuntarily. His face was shoved into the crook of your neck as you worked your hand up and down his shaft, remembering all the things he loved with ease. His hand moved down to your core fingers swiping up your folds, causing you to wiggle underneath him, wanting more. Slowly he began to rub circles around your clit, enjoying the little sounds that were flowing out of your mouth. Feeling his finger slowly slide into you, you couldn’t help but close your eyes tight missing the feeling of his fingers working you more than you had realized. Before long two of his fingers were inserted in your pussy thrusting in and out as his thumb rubbed your clit. You were a moaning mess as your hips moved to ride his hand. Whenever you felt your core start to tighten you reached down yanking his hand away from you. You watched as he brought his fingers up to his mouth licking them clean, eyes not leaving yours for a second. Your heart was beating hard against your chest. Seeing Mouse like this again, hair slightly messy, normal deep blue eyes a stormy gray, lips slightly swollen from your own lips and teeth tugging on them, and a pink tint to his cheeks. You always thought this was when he was the most gorgeous. Vulnerable, sexy, but also completely wrecked at the same time. He moved to line himself up with your entrance looking at you as he always had, no matter what the situation, no matter how rough and full of lust you were in the moment he had always stopped to get your permission. You had shifted closer to him as a way to say go ahead. He took the hint slowly burying himself in you. Pain making you whine immediately. Even though he had worked his fingers in you it had obviously been a while since you had sex, and Mouse definitely didn’t have a small dick. He leaned down to kiss you stopping in his tracks to let you adjust before moving any further. Your fingers threaded in the hair at the nape of his neck kissing him deeply and gently tugging at it every time you wanted him to go further. Once he bottomed out he let out a loud groan against your lips he had clearly been holding in. You moved your hands to grip his biceps nails slightly digging as he moved his hands between your hips and breasts. Slowly he started to move against you picking up a rhythm while the pleasure started to take over you quickly.

“Oh god, Greg.” You moaned loudly as he moved in and out of you slowly.

“Man, I forgot how amazing you felt. So fucking amazing baby.” He growled in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe making goosebumps rise at your skin like it always did, earning a chuckle from Mouse. Loving that he could affect you like that no matter how many times he did it. As he started to move faster your moans started to get louder and more frequent.

“Wow..I missed your moans so much babygirl. It’s the best sound in the world. I missed you so much.” Mouse mumbled thrusting harder into you in order to earn more noises. Switching his position slightly he earned a yelp from you as he hit your sweet spot. Smirk appearing on his face.

“Yes baby. Right there. Oh my god. I missed you so much.” You cried as he fucked you into the couch. The words coming from your lips were beyond sinful as Mouse fucked you harder than he ever had before. Harder than you ever thought was possible. Feeling your stomach tighten you raked your nails down his back purposely leaving marks, “M-Mouse..I’m..s-so fucking close..” You barely got out before the waves of pleasure overwhelmed your body. Arching up into him, bright white dots covered your eyelids as you felt yourself shaking violently against Mouse, muscles contracting as his name along with curse words and a few I love yous flowed from your mouth. As you began to regain consciousness coming down from your high you heard Mouse’s breath go ragged head shoving into your shoulder.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes, [Y/N]! I love you so much. Holy shit.” Mouse moaned into your skin stubble tickling you while you felt his dick twitch hard before spurts of warmness filled within you. Greg’s body went stiff before relaxing and collapsing down onto you, both of you breathing hard and still slightly shaking. Once he regained some strength he leaned down to pick a shirt up to clean you up. It was then that he realized what you had been wearing.

“This is..my shirt..you were..” He stated kind of confused.

“Yeah and it’s my favorite one so if you could not use it as a cum rag I’d appreciate it.” You spat back swiping the CPD shirt out of his hand as the anger started to set in. Standing up you slid it on as well as the shorts that were on the floor heading to the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you came back out Mouse was putting on his shirt now fully dressed. Looking up whenever he heard your footsteps.

“[Y/N]..” He sighed moving to step towards you.

“No. This was a bad idea..” You shook your head stepping back.

“Stop that.” Greg begged sadly.

“Stop what?” You retorted.

“Putting up a wall, and pushing me away.” He answered.

“I’m not.” You mumbled.

“I know you better than the back of my hand, [Y/N]. I know how you work. Can we just please talk about this.” His jaw was clenched tight, shoulders tense. You look at him not moving, lump clear in your throat, tears clouding your eyes as you tried to blink them away. He took your silence as a good thing stepping towards you, but his movement quickly had you shaking your head in panic.

“No.” You stated, voice hoarse as the tears started to fall down your cheeks.

“[Y/N]...” Mouse almost whined.

“I can’t do it again. I can’t say goodbye. You can’t keep doing this to me.” You cried sobs starting to escape your lips, crumbling your body. At the sight Mouse had you tight in his arms in seconds. You melted into his body, always feeling safe and protected in his grip no matter the circumstances. Mouse’s hands were tight against your body one of them smoothing your hair. He moved you over to the couch picking you up and sitting you down in his lap letting you cry against him. All of the emotions from the last year bubbling over as you soaked his shirt, hiccuping from your quick and ragged breaths.

“My goodness babygirl. You gotta calm down. Take some deep breaths for me.” Mouse soothed you rubbing a hand up and down your back, kissing your head. Once you finally had calmed down some he took your face in his hands swiping your tears away with his thumbs even though it was likely a lost cause at that point. Bringing your forehead to his lips gently to press a kiss. “I’m not leaving.” He stated.

“What?” You leaned back confused as a small smile played on his lips.

“I’m not leaving.” He repeated.

“I don’t understand.” You admitted, sniffling a little.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. This last year has been hell, and not just because of where I was. I could handle that, but because I didn’t have you on my side. That’s what I came here to tell you but you had other plans evidently.” He joked making you glare at him, “There wasn’t a day that had passed where you weren’t on my mind. The guys in my squad probably know more about you than their own wives and girlfriends at this point with how much I talked about you.” He admitted, making you giggle lightly. “I talked to my captain. Because of what happened last time he told me he could get me honorably discharged.” He explained making you stare at him in shock. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you told me that night. Couldn’t stop imagining what it’d be like to bring our babies home to this house or what it’d be like to be woken up by them jumping on our bed at 5am Christmas morning. There wasn’t an ounce of me that didn’t regret leaving. Every single night. I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe that you weren’t being serious. That you would stay with me even despite what you said, but whenever you didn’t show up at the airport..” he trailed off looking at the floor before clearing his throat and shaking his head, “I just should’ve known then to turn around. You really are the love of my life and I’m so sorry for what I’ve put you through.” He sighed heavily, tears visibly clouding his eyes. You didn’t know what to say. So instead you pulled his lips to yours. Putting every bit of emotion you were feeling into the kiss. Pulling back to get a breath you laid your forehead on his.

“I love you so much. You have absolutely no idea.” You confessed, fingers ghosting over the stubble on his face. “And I missed you more than you could ever know.” You leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the top of his nose making him smile. It didn’t take long at all for your clothes to be shed on the floor again. Reveling in the feeling of being in his arms again.

Tagging those who mentioned they wanted a part 2:

@fuelledbyfanfiction @lotsoflovefromlea @sasbb23 @georgiagrl1990 @gottaboopthesnoot

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Out of my mind (Victor Creed x reader)

Word count: 2402

Summary: After recieving an unexpected visit in the X-Mansion, you engage in an adventure that will test your life as well as the relationship you have with a certain feral man.

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Debris was all you could see : falling from the sky that landed dangerously near you, creating big craters. Then you saw them, both jumping, Victor first and Logan next, before they disappeared in the dust.

Running towards the mist, you came face to face with Gambit, the only mutant who had been able to escape the island "Remy?" "C' mon (Y/N), let's get you to safety" You wanted to protest, to run to the feral brothers, but you found yourself too tired to put any fight. As you were being dragged to the helicopter, a bang could be heard in the distance, two, three.

And darkness.

Waking up in sweat, you gasped for air "Nightmare?" Ororo asked, startling you "How long have you been here?" "A couple minutes, I guess, I came to tell you-you have a visit". Still startled from the nightmare, you bolted out of bed and freshened up a bit. It was not every day you had someone visit you.

The thing was, you had no clue who could that be.

Straightening your jacket, you descended the stairs, where you could make out some voices at the Mansion's entrance. As you saw who had come to visit you, you skipped the three last steps, jumping right into his arms "Victor!"

“Long time no see, kitten” He smirked, engulfing you in his arms. You were more than surprised to see Victor, and even dumbfounded that he remembered you "How did you-" "Hightened senses, remember?" "Oh...Yeah, that's true" You laughed sheepishly.

Even all these years apart hadn't changed the crush you had on him "Well, we'll leave you be" Ororo concluded, turning back to Victor" Don't try anything. If you betray us, it will be worse for you"

Closing the door to your bedroom, you turned to Victor, who watched you intently.Your smile turned into a straight line "I have to tell you something"

As soon as you said it, sparks appeared in your hands, making Victor's eyes widen "Since when?" "Five months ago, nobody knows…You're the first one" They danced in between your fingers, settling on your right hand before a ball was formed "Do you control it?" "More or less…But that's not the issue…I'm afraid I will put people in danger with my mutation, or even kill someone accidentally…Charles always says that this is a gift, but to me, it's a nightmare" Your sad eyes held embarrasment and fear, and the feral could feel the latter emane from you.

Victor's eyebrows furrowed, and a growl escaped his lips "Look" He said, taking your hands in his "I'm not the best one to give goodie two shoes advice, but this ain't something that can be taken from you, you're stuck with it. This changes your life, you and I both know it, but you either suck up and train to be strong or get experimented on and killed" Your eyes watered,even though you knew everything that having a mutation involved, the reality seemed much crueler "Hey kitten, don't worry, you'll be fine. I'm with you, ain't I?" Reassuring you, Victor gave your hands a soft shake, before retreating to his room.

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"Well, if this is true, what are we waiting for?" Scott interveened, making you turn your head "For all we know, this could be a trap" Logan replied, crossing his arms "But what if it is not?" Your voice rose from the back of Charles's office "What if there are kids imprisoned or being experimented on?" "There's only one way to find out" Charles's concluded, ushering everyone out while Scott and Hank went to prepare the helicopter "(Y/N), could you stay for a minute?" "Of course, what's wrong?" "You'll be staying" "What?Why?" "Your mutation is not controlled enough, and we are not certain if the person who is conducting the experiments is-" -My father" Your balled your fists, making a disgusted face "But I know how to control it! I can be useful" "You won't go to this mission and the decision is final"

Leaving the office, you ran to the main entrance, where you found Jean "They left already" You opened and closed your mouth,she didn't need any questioning "But Victor is in the living room, if you were wondering" Smiling, you thanked her and went to find him.

"Charles doesn't let me go the mission" Plopping on the sofa, you awaited his reply "But you want to go, right?" "Yes, I feel that perhaps I will find answers to my questions" "Then don't listen to the old man and go: if there are kids congratulations, and if there is your father then you hit jackpot. If not, well at least you made a daytrip" He shrugged, getting up from the armchair he was resting on "The factory is not far, but how are we gonna get to it?" He didn't reply, just guided you to the back of the mansion, where a van stood "Your ride , princess"

"It seems pretty abandoned…" But even if it looked abandoned, you knew better than that, as the Island had looked like this factory.The eerie atmosphere was overwhelming, and the feeling on your gut that there was something very wrong made you shiver to the core "C'mon let's go" You took off running, Victor following close behind "I'm coming with you" "Suit yourself, but if we want to end quicker, we must divide"

After half an hour or so, there was still no luck in finding any kids, nor did you encounter the Xmen "Now…Let's see" Standing in front of a locked door with coding, you created some lightning to break in, expecting that there was to be something important inside. As the door opened, you stared into a dimly lit room, full of pipes and wires "What the-" Before you could finish your sentence, your head started to hurt, as if needles were inserted to them "Shit! Victor!" You cried, falling to the floorn, withering in pain "Please Victor! Help!" Starting to feel numb, you stopped fighting the tears, screaming with all your might "Screaming won't help you much, (Y/N)" A figure stepped from the shadows, wearing a soldier's suit.

William Stryker…Your father.

"What?Why?" "All in time, my dear daughter…For now…I have some questions that need answer…"Was all you heard before you succumbed to the pain.

Stryker smiled proudly, calling some guards to take you to the laboratory, where someone was already waiting for you.

"Shit! Victor!" In no time, he was crossing the factory, leaping through the floor in marvelous agility. His heart was pounding, and he could not concentrate on anything, but getting to you "Please Victor! Help!" He sped up, if it was even possible anymore. It all became blurry, he just saw the door, which looked to have been blown up, and crossed it.

"Where's (Y/N)?!" He roared, preparing himself to fight against the whole team of soldiers that were awaiting him.

But what was waiting in the last lab of the corridor was something he was not preparing to face.

Clutching on the safety ropes around your ankles, you watched frantically around the room : Needles, tubes, machines…Something out of a sci-fi horror movie "My (Y/N), so young and yet so dangerous" He looked old, tired "You don't know anything about me! Let me go!" "Sorry, but you're too much of a trouble to let go…You see, your mutation is something out of this world…Almost godly, you see" Zipping your mouth, you listened to him making his speech, trying to charge your power "So…It is of vital importance that you are subjected to experimentation" "You would to this? To your own daughter?"

"Well, I had to do it to your brother too, didn't I?" As if on cue, a light revealed a man, disheveled, and on a wheelchair. Was this…

"You fucking psycho! You'll pay for this you bastard!" As a blast was thrown from your hand, your brother's mutation kicked in, making you scream once again in pain "Please! Stop this!" Your screaming did nothing but increase as you saw your father approaching you with a syringe "This will prevent you from escaping nor killing me" "Nothing will stop me, I will not stop fighting to end with your madness!"

Just then, a ruckus was heard, getting nearer and nearer "It seems we have company…I should have killed Victor in the island when I had him under my control" "He would've beat you, you're no rival to him" "That's why you'll be the one to kill him" Your eyes shot open at that statement, fear pumping in your veins "This is a mind control serum, I'm pretty sure your new self won't have any inconvenience in killing him…Now don't cry (Y/N), don't feel sorry for the monster that he is" "He is no monster, you are!"

His face scrunched up in disgust at that, he even looked hurt "To know that my daughter feels anything for that…That animal…Makes me even sicker" A sharp pain shot up in your body, making you dizzy "I won't…Kill him…I won't succumb to this…This serum" Tears fell from your eyes, as you fell in a deep sleep.

At last, Victor arrived to the lab, throwing the door down with a swift kick "Kitten?" There was nobody, it was quiet…Way too quiet "Ah, Victor, so glad you could make it" Stryker appeared, clasping his hands together "Where is (Y/N)? I'll kill you if anything has happened to her" "Your "kitten" is here, she's adjusting" "Adjusting? To wha-?" He had no time to finish, as an electric blast sent him across the room. Your form appeared, levitating from the ground: your body was surrounded by lightning, as well as your eyes, that held no pupil whatsoever. Your clothes also had changed, they seemed godly like.

"To this. She fought hard, but not enough" "You'll pay for this!" He launged himself, but was yet stopped by you "Kitten! Goddamnit, get some sense in your head!" He dodged every attack, what was he else to do? He couldn't harm you in any way, he had promised it to himself. Your bolts were getting more precise as time passed just as Victor grew tired and started to lose hope.

"Now, (Y/N), that is enough playtime, just finish him off" His eyes widened, as you used a lightning bolt to strangle him, applying more preassure as you shocked him "Kitten, you don't want…To do this!" He choked up "Oh, I think she does" Stryker smirked, as he saw the feral starting to lose consciousness" "You've got to take control! Get your self back! Please, (Y/N)!"

At that, the pressure stopped, it seemed to have hit a nerve. Your head decayed to one side, as if you could be listening to him "(Y/N), you have to fight this, do not believe him, you're not like this…You've never been and will never be a monster! You're the most beautiful human being I've ever met, as well as the most caring…(Y/N) I…" Just then, his neck was missing air again "And you thought some cheesy love declaration would help anything?" Bolts were springing to Victor's body, making him growl in pain, baring his teeth "I'll bring you back, I will never stop trying it…Because I love you" He grabbed your waist, pulling you to him, making you gasp as his lips came in contact with yours.

"That's your last resort? Pathetic" Stryker spat, watching the scene in front of him.

He felt the most unbearable pain, but didn't care anymore.

He had to break you out.

You kept trying to overcome the serum, but try as you might, it wasn't enough, it was too strong; You were going to kill Victor, and there was nothing you could do about it.

You were ready to give up, to succumb to it, when you felt Victor's arms pull you to him, and his rough lips on yours. A gasp escaped your lips.

He still believed in you, he was sure that you wouldn't give up.

Not now, not ever.

With this new wave of energy, you resumed your fight against your father and your brother. Gathering all the strength you could muster, you fought against the chains that held you to this ill-driven fate.

Victor broke the kiss and watched as your eyes changed to normal and back to no pupils at all. "C'mon (Y/N), make them bite the dust" Clutching your trembling form in his arms, he awaited the lightning bolts that were to come. He was never going to let you go, even if the pain was too much to endure.

Your body changed from trembling to convulsing as the lightning strikes became stronger and deadlier, making Victor scream in pain. With a final blood-curling scream, you let out the biggest wave, falling unconscious and consequently making you both fall to the ground.

Victor got up as quickly as his healing factor let him, watching your silhouette, which wasn't moving at all. He heard your heart beating, making him huff in relief. Your eyes opened, quickly closing them as the blinding light hit you, but soon Victor's form shielded you from it "Victor?" You let out a breath "Yes, (Y/N)?" His gaze held worry, which soon turned to tenderness "Is this a dream?" "No (Y/N), this ain't no dream" He smirked, kissing you softly. It was not the kind of kiss you had imagined from the feral man, but reciprocated nevertheless.

Stryker could not believe his eyes. He had been defeated by something out of a children's book, a true love's kiss "This is impossible! How could yo-" His form was thrown against the wall, Victor's hand in his neck "Victor! Don't" You slithered to them, holding Victor's arm, preventing it from delivering the final blow "He deserves to die for what he's done" "His death will make matters worse, we will embark in a war we have to be prepared for" Baring his teeth, he knocked your father unconscious "If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have let this through…Nobody gives me orders" "Lucky me huh?" Smiling, you took Victor's hand, pulling him away from the lab and back to the X-Mansion.

Your words proved to be true, as the army was prepared to attack if anything had happened to your father.

Lucky for you, you were going to live today to fight tomorrow, but not alone.

With Victor at your side, not anymore.

@creedslove @imagines-to-quench-thirst

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Ready? - Stephen Jameson Smut

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Your heart was pounding in your chest as you followed Stephen into the building, hoping he wouldn’t teleport somewhere else. You let the large door shut just barely, so he wouldn’t hear you as he descended down a staircase. You were so thankful you wore Ugg’s today and not your big boots, making following him so much easier.

“Let him go!” Stephen’s strong voice made you freeze.

“Stephen, you know what I want.” You heard the voice of his uncle, Jedikiah, speaking softly to him.

“I just, I need more time. Don’t do this.” You slowly creeped down the stairs to a door that was wide open, but you stood beside it, peeking ever so slightly, not wanting to be seen.

“If you can’t give it to me, I’ll have to get it through John. I’m sorry-“

“You can’t do this.” You watched Stephen begin to run at Jedikiah, holding John as they disappeared and a guard that stayed behind held up his gun and shot Stephen. You sprinted into the room.

“Stephen!” A gun shot went off and you felt an excruciating pain in your ankle. The guard disappeared, leaving you in tears, dragging yourself towards Stephen. “Stephen, hey. Stephen?” He turned is head towards you and looked at you with pain in his eyes.

“Y/N, what are you doing here? Why would you do that?” Stephen asked, with irritation in his voice. You let out a tiny whimper, making his features soften. “Are you hurt?”

“You need to teleport us to like, a hospital, we can say it was a hit and run I don’t know. But like, now, Stephen.” You dragged your self towards him a bit more so you could intertwine your fingers with his.

“I don’t know if I’m strong enough.” He wheezed. Panic began to settle in.

“You are, I know you are. Shit,” you gasped at the blood you saw oozing from your bodies. “You wouldn’t be a freaking superhero if you couldn’t save yourself in dire need. You’re like freaking Superman, okay? Stephen, please try.” You squeezed his hand, watching him wheeze again. He nodded and breathed slowly. Before you knew it you were flopped into the E.R pickup area. You fought the urge to throw up at whatever he just did as you cried for help.

“Where did you even-get me two stretchers please!” A man in scrubs came out and saw you two laying on the cold concrete. Many others fluttered out of the hospital to get you and Stephen onto stretchers. Once you were placed on yours you looked at Stephen and his eyes were closed.

“Stephen? Save him please!” You cried out as the nurses rushed him down a random hallway, away from you. “You’ve gotta help him! I-I love him, you can’t let him die!” You cried frantically at the nurses whom attempted to console you as they took you into a room and inserted a needle into your body. You slipped out of consciousness.

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“Stephen? It’s me, Y/N. Can you open the door please?” You knocked on his old bedroom door softly. His mother told you he didn’t want to see you. You knew why though. “I know you’re angry with me...you think I shouldn’t have followed you that day. Maybe I shouldn’t have because I’m just a human, but...but you would have died there alone, Stephen. I’m lost without you, Stephen. The Tomorrow People would be too...” You trailed off, losing train of thought, just hoping he’d open the door. You heard no movement. You fought back tears as you hit the door. “I love you, Stephen Jameson, it might break our friendship, but if you don’t open this door right now-”

“Y/N.” He opened the door to you shirtless and your eyes followed to the scar in his chest. You brought your arms around him and hugged him tightly. Tears finally were released as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I love you and I was so scared I wouldn’t be able to tell you when they took you away. You said you didn’t want to see me, but I didn’t want you to hate me, Stephen. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Your body trembled in his hold as you blubbered out nonsense.

“I’m sorry you thought I didn’t love you.” He spoke softly bringing your face up to meet his eyes. He had tears falling down to his neck as well. You reached up on your toes to meet his lips. They felt like absolute heaven against yours. His hand gripped your waist tighter to him and you became enamored with the feeling of his strong body holding yours.

“I thought I was going to lose you.” You whispered against his neck. His thumbs came up and wiped your face.

“And I, you.” He closed the door to his room and took your hands to lead you to his bed. He sat down and his eyes trailed down to your boot. You chuckled slightly and wiped your eyes again.

“Still love me?” He couldn’t help the smile you brought to his face.

“Of course.” You brought yourself sit on his lap. His hands hesitantly held your waist as you kissed each other. Your hand trailed around his chest in utter adoration of his body, and it slowly traveled to the hem of his grey sweats. “Do you, um, are you ready? For this?” Stephen broke away from your mouth to ask.

“Yes.” That was all he needed to hear before he took your shirt off. His hands cupped your breasts as his lips encaptured your lower lip. You moaned at the feeling of his hips moving slowly against yours. His fingers undid your bra clasp with seeming ease. “Where’d you get so good at that?” He laughed and brushed your hair away from your face.

“I used to do a lot of laundry when I lived here.” His face turned a shade of pink and you giggled like a schoolgirl before pushing him to lay back on the bed. His eyes widened slightly. And you noticed.

“This is the most convienient position for the boot, okay?” You joked and he grinned as you reached under your skirt and pulled them down your legs, and kicked it off of your boot. Your hands went to his sweats next, allowing him to lift his hips to help you shimmy them down to his knees. He was not wearing any underwear underneath. “Holy shit.” You felt heat in your cheeks when his length was revealed.

“I hope that that’s a good “Holy shit”, Y/N.” He joked, knowing your actual meaning. You leaned down to press your lips against his.

“It’s definitely good.” You murmured against his mouth and proceeded to kiss his neck as his hands made their way to your ass.

“I’ve wanted to touch you like this...for so long.” He let out a groan as your heat brushed against his member. You parted from his neck to throw your hair up into a ponytail, but Stephen had other ideas. One hand of his brought your breast into his mouth and he worshipped it.

“Oh my god.” You didn’t know that it could be such a wonderful sensation as he pinched and pulled your other nipple. You instinctively grinder your wet core against his length, working you both up as he groaned against your nipple and nipped it slightly. “You ready, Stephen?” You asked as he changed to the opposite breast.

“Yes.” You allowed your heat to take him inside of you. His groaning vibrated against your breast and the stretching ache he provided made you grab onto his head and cradle it, yet pull on his hair. When you finally got accustom to his entirety, you began moving sensually onto him. “You feel so good, Y/N. So, fuck, tight.” He let his head fall back into the pillows and returned his hands to your backside, guiding you. He thrusted at a particular angle that had you gasping for air.

“Right there, Stephen.” You gripped his headboard and met his firm thrusts every time, not wanting to miss out on the increased intensity of pleasure. One of his hands trailed up your thigh under your skirt and found your clit. He circled his thumb against it at a fast pace.

“I’m almost there, Y/N. You’re doing so good.” His voice strained against the pleasure, his thrusts becoming out of rhythm. You bit your lip and buried your face in his neck.

“I’m cumming.” Your toes curled up and you thrusted one last time onto him before feeling your body clench around him.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He whispered as you felt his body let go inside of you. You both took a few minutes to catch your breath and bask in this feeling. “I definitely love you.” Stephen chuckled, making his member shake inside of you. You rolled your eyes and bit your lip, craving that feeling again.

“I love you too.”

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Series: Apocalyptic Title: Goth Queen Part 1 All GIFs/Photos: credit goes to original owner! Thanks to @magikat409 for the polyvore! Elm Grove was a community that not very many ventured to or through. The desolate town seemed like something out of a horror movie or hell, even something out of a Scooby Doo episode. Negan heard of a mysterious woman that ran Elm Grove. Anyone who ever had made it out alive always called her the Goth Queen. Time and time again he brought it to the table to go and pay the Goth Queen a visit, but his men always voted against it. They were running out of places to scavenge and they were only getting so much from Rick the Prick, Hilltop and the Kingdom. It was high time the boys shit or get off the pot. Having Simon rangle up some men who had the fuckin' balls was difficult enough. Hell, he didn't even think he'd have the time to screw any of wives because of the pussies who worked for him. When he walked out to the trucks, the men were hesitant to get into the vehicles. "You sorry shits better have a damn good explanation for not being on the goddamn ball today!" His voice thundered. The men looked from one another, shuffling their feet where they stood. Negan clicked his tounge and rolled his eyes, "Either get in the fuckin' trucks or loose what room and board you fuckers have!" With that, he knocked Lucille against the metal railing and got into a truck. The men, terrified that they may loose their housing, quickly jumped into their awaiting vehicles. °°°°°° Night had fallen, the humidity rather high this time of year. Fog had rolled in, covering the surrounding area of Elm Grove. At the very entrance, was a tall iron gate, too tall for any of the men to climb. Negan rattled the gate, the metal clanking loudly around them. In the distance, wolves howled and a flock of bats flew over head. To their right, they heard heavy footsteps approach. "Who goes there!?" The deep baritoned voice, asked. "Jesus Christ! How's the weather up there Lurch!?" Negan said, leaning back. The overly tall mans upper lip curled, a growl coming from deep in his chest. "Uh, Negan. I wouldn't do that." Simon warned. The mother fucker actually gulped! "Say your peace and leave!" Negan held his hands up, eyes wide, "Easy there man. Just fuckin' jokin'!" "What say you!?" "We would like to have a word with the Goth Queen." Simon said, his voice shaky. "Pssft! Disrespectful fools! What makes you think-" "Who is we?" A much smaller person asked, stepping out from behind the tall man. He appeared to have dwarfism... and an Irish accent. The joke tickled Negan's tounge, making him bite down. Simon elbowed him, shaking his head. "Negan and the Saviors." "Vince, go let the Goth Queen know of our new arrivals." "Issac, we must not trust outsiders, they have no respect!" Issac, the dwarf, snapped his fingers at Vince, "Go, now!" With a growl, the seven and half foot something man slowly walked up the cobblestone pavement. "Now what's the lot of ya wantin' with our Goth Queen?" The dwarf asked. "That's for us to know and the Queen to find out, Little Man," Negan said. His face contorted, but a creepy laughter bubbled up from him. The men flinched, looking around at their surroundings, waiting for something else to pop up. A pop and crackle from a walkie came from the little person. "Let them in, damnit." Issac grabbed the walkie and hit the talk button, "It'd be me pleasure." Taking an old key from his pocket, he inserted it into a lock that was at his height. Clinks and clanks from the locking mechanism echoed through the bare trees, bound to draw walkers. As the men slowly crept through, Issac snapped, "Move yer asses!" The gate slammed shut as he grinned, "Watch ye step now lads. Don't want to fall and hurt yerself, now do ye?" Issac disappeared into the darkness. "Creepy little bastard," Negan muttered. Leading his group up the same path that the giant went, they took in the run down buildings of the town. Candles lit the way in every other street lamp. Some windows were lit from the inside in a couple buildings, shadows moving about inside the dim rooms. It felt as of they were taken back to another century. An elderly man with no teeth, gumming a cigar, blew out a puff of smoke on his question, "Lookin' for the Goth Queen?" Negan proped Lucille up on his shoulder, "Yep." "Take a left at the first light. Mortimer's Funeral Home and Crematory is where she'll be." Following the directions that the old man gave, had the men standing in front of a run down three story house. A gust of wind blew through the group, making the leaves dance in a twirl. The windows rattled from the force of the wind, then an eerie silence fell over the neighborhood. The entrance to the funeral home creaked open, making all the men gulp. "She waits for you, oh she does, yess." A child like voice said, from a dark hallway. "Ain't no fuckin' way I'm goin' in there man!" "No way!" "Hell naw!" Negan spun around on the ball of his feet, "I never knew I had the biggest group of pussies! Goddamn cowards." Negan made his way to the door, stopping at the threshold. Simon stayed a couple paces behind him, his hand on his gun. "Oh, this is fun! Yes, yes it is! Do come in, the Goth Queen awaits you!" The child like voice said, gleefully from the darkness. Negan looked to Simon, brow raised as the door slammed shut. A boney hand, with long fingernails crept from dark, pointing to a door, "Go down the steps. She waits for you!" Their boots heavy as they walked across the wooden floor; each thud sounded as if it was bouncing from wall to wall. The door led down to a basement, which was lit, thankfully. Type O Negative's Black Number 1 was playing, heels clacking against the cemented floor. "Don't keep her waiting... hahaha!" Simon actually grabbed ahold of Negan's arm as he felt the breath of the speaker on his ear. Trudging down the steps, Negan and Simon were hesitant seeing as they bowed underneath their weight. An electrical saw had drowned the music; a gnarly wet sound, then the blade hitting something dense making them gringe. The saw was shut off, followed by a squelching noise. Simon gagged behind Negan. Negan knew that sound all to well. It was flesh and bone. When they stepped closer, they heard a woman singing along to Type O Negative. Negan could not believe what he saw. Jet black hair, pale skin and tattoo's. She wore a white lab coat, black pants and black high heeled boots peeking out from beneath the coat. Was this the Goth Queen? "Well hello there!" He called out, pausing at the color of her eyes. She was leaned over the adult dead body, appearing to be looking at the brain. She squinted, the light reflecting what appeared to be green eyes... or were they light brown? A mask covered her mouth. She went to remove it, but paused when she realized her gloves were bloody. She snapped them off as she stood. Purple nail polish covered her nails; tattoos decorating the skin of her hands. She had a hell of a rack, a Misfits tank top stretched over her chest. Negan was damn near rendered speechless when she whipped off her mask. Standing there, hands on her hips, she raised a brow. "Goth Queen, I presume?" Negan asked, loosely holding Lucille. "Depends on who's asking," "Negan and the Saviors." Her smile was slow and dark. Wait... were those? Fucking fangs!? Negan and Simon looked at one another, then back at the woman before them. "I am the Goth Queen, yes," she looked beyond the two men, talking to something that was in the dark. "Cyrus, take this," she pointed to the stone cold body on the draining table, "and make me a few slides, please?" "Hmmmm mmhhm." Negan raised Lucille, ready to hit whomever snuck up on him. "I really wouldn't do that if I were you," The Goth Queen warned, all hints of niceness gone from her tone and face. The man that had hummed came from the shadows, his face badly scarred. The Goth Queen's heels clicked with impatience on the cement as she made her way to the stairs. She had removed her lab coat, her curvy curves doing bad things to Negan's labido. He licked his lips, following her. She was a few steps up from them, her ass all but in their face. "And if you want to keep those eyeballs in their sockets, I highly suggest you look else where." They let her walk farther ahead of them, clear of her anger. This was one woman that Negan did not want to see pissed off. °°°°°° They followed the Goth Queen into the living room, where the walls were a dark lavender with white trim. They matched the color of the walls, but the design seemed out of place with as dark as the Queen was. "This was where they would hold the viewings," she said, crossing her legs as she sat in a chair. She motioned for them to sit. "So what is it that you want?" "Well Sweetheart, we came to offer our services." "Your... services?" She raised a brow. A meow came from around the corner, a hairless cat jumping on the Goth Queen's lap. "Mother of fuckin' Hades what is that!?" Negan asked, amused and disgusted all at once. "What? You act like you've never seen a bare pussy before," She said, winking at Negan. "I fuckin' love you," he blurted, surprising everyone in the room. Negan blinked, realizing what he had just said. He watched as the Goth Queen ran her tounge over a fang. Their meeting was interupted, a medium height man with tattoos and piercings all over his face, breathing heavily. "Goth Queen! They're back!" The cat jumped from her lap, scampering away. "Goddamnit, get everyone back into their homes and lock their doors! No one is to go near the gates, no one! Am I understood?!" "Yes Ma'am!" "Who's back?" Negan asked, standing from the couch. She sighed, going to the next room and gathering some weapons, "People on the outskirts of our town. They traveled from Georgia and are highly out of control. We've heard rumors of them... Cannibals." "Georgia, huh?" Simon stroked his mustache, looking at his leader. "Yes. We had a dear friend taken from us... she was eaten," she paused, staring at the men with tears in her eyes, "her body was drained of all of its blood after she was murdered." The childlike voice the men had heard upon entering showed up again, though extreme sadness echoing in her voice, "Poor, poor, little Charlotte..." "She was just a child," The Goth Queen sniffed and cleared her throat as she looped a belt around her waist. "I apologize for not having enough time to explain, but I must get rid of them before they destroy the front gate." Negan and Simon followed the Goth Queen outside and around the block. From the top of the hill, torches and lamps could be seen at the entrance. They shouted curse words and threw out The Devil, Satan's whore, Freak of Nature and so forth. "You've delt with this before?" Simon asked. She nodded, her hips swaying as she stomped down the road, "Yes, but they are... they're getting more violent." "You, you whore! You Demon!" The head of the group yelled. Negan and Simon stayed back a bit, watching, waiting. "Leave now!" The Goth Queen's voice boomed over the chaotic group. One man spit at her feet, "Not until you abominations are exterminated!" Vince, the Giant, appeared from the darkness, snarling at the group, "Disrespectful littl-" an arrow was shot into his forehead. "Vincent!" The Goth Queen screamed. They watced in horror as the Giant swayed, then fell backwards with a sickening thud. The Goth Queen turned to the group, hissing at them as she advanced towards them. Negan grabbed her arm, halting her movements. The group began to back off as Negan's men walked towards the gate, their guns drawn and cocked. As fast as they appeared, they fled. The Goth Queen's chest heaved with great breaths as she went to her dear friends body. "Looks like you'll need our services after all Goth Queen," Negan said, though the cocky tone of his voice was gone. She looked to him, and nodded, "You're right.... but you'll need to know a few things about the Termites before you make your final judgment." He saluted her, his index and middle finger touching the side of his head, "Yes Ma'am." 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