#1859 fanfic

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gokudera Hayato/Hibari Kyouya Characters: Ten Years Later Gokudera Hayato, Ten Years Later Hibari Kyouya - Character Summary: Gokudera couldn't keep his eyes off the elusive Cloud guardian, leading to a confrontation with Hibari. Little did he know, he'd be seeing the Cloud again soon. pre-1859

[wh-4-theduck]

🦇🩸-Thirsty-🩸🦇

A Sam Winchester X Vampire Y/n Fanfic

By "Z"

WARNINGS: mentions of child abuse and SA (id like to think very mild)

Chapter 1 - The Turn

I am 171 years old, born in 1834. In the month of October, funny enough… ya know me being a vampire. October…? Seems like destiny to me. 

Back to storytelling…

I am 171 years old, born in 1834. To a Family named the Burners. My Father, head of the house, was a horrible man. He beat me often, along with my other sisters. My Mother couldn’t fight him, so she helped clean us up after each beating. As we got older it got worse, becoming more sexual and he started intoxicating us. 

One night, after my father had stopped… playing with me… I packed my bags and left. Running away and leaving my family behind. 

After I got far enough, I found a run-down cabin. I decided to take refuge in it, My fault. I didn’t know it was a home for my soon to be maker. Lets just say 1859 was the start of my new life, I was a vampire.

I was New. 

Who knew dying and being reborn was so… refreshing?

It's like staying in a musky house for ages, then going outside and breathing in the fresh air. Then add on the fact that you're totally healed from past injuries, eyes wide open. Hair is silk smooth and healthy. You are Healthy. 

I can never thank my maker enough for the new life he gave me.

I did stay a little salty though during the beginning, I was raised to think all vampires and witches were horrible and killers. My Maker though, he was the love of my life… in a best friend way- but being his kin I guess I was made to think that. 

But Thomas… My Tommy. I love him. Loved him. I love my tommy to death. 

Me and Tommy were soulmates, he was meant to turn me. Me and him were a thing once, we always fooled around. But if we needed breaks or met other people, then we always returned back to friends. Best Friends. 

He trained me in vampiric ways, working on my skills. Magic, Speed, Agility, Flexibility, Feeding, etc.  

Then the hunting began, we were experts after a while. Killing any monster that came our way. It was that way for a long time, on the way we helped train vampires in hunting and how to keep their thirst under control. Me and Thomas had learned the “vegetarian” way, feeding on animals though we did it only to keep our thirst and kill count low. 

Some- by some I mean most refused, we couldn’t blame them though. We love human blood. Though we were grateful for the ones that took on the “vegetarian” life, it helped conceal our true identities.

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Authors Note:

IK i always keep these short but I've been binging Supernatural- fell for Dean first but omg SAMMY

Im telling you this will have sammy having a mommy kink in here someday because i only have 4 chaps on this so far and its already getting sad.

Thomas (Tommy) is a character I made up, wanted to give Y/n some past life and giving her a "Maker" was one of the things i wanted

and i wanted her to feel "saved" when she got turned.

And Im in love with Vampires so she had to be a vamp immediately

[monaluisa]

My Hetalia Fic Lore Masterpost #1: Etruria

Hello everyone! I've decided that I'm writing too much ancient Hetalia fanfic for my own good, and have decided to create a series of posts explaining various OCs and/or events so that you guys don't have to read like 6 different things to understand what the heck is going on.

We'll start with one of my favorite OCs, Etruria, who's a minor deal in Brutus and Achilles and a massive deal in The Tyrrheniad :)

Etruria (~900 BC-351 BC) whose human name was Mamarce, was a personification of the region of Etruria in central/northern Italy. Etruria was never unified, but rather a collection of city-states. Why didn't I make a bunch of OCs instead of just Mamarce? Mostly for the symbolism, but we'll get to that later.

Mamarce was fairly lonely growing up, with his only real companions being two wolves who he had tamed. He admired the Greek city states to his south, and desired to be admired by them back, but they thought he was a try-hard and made fun of him for being scrawny and barbaric.

Around 750 BC, his luck turned around when a bunch of humans brought him a child who was rumored to be immortal. This child ended up being his brother, Romulus (Rome!) who he loved dearly. Despite all the Greek states making fun of him, Mamarce had a bit of a golden age where he controlled the western Mediterranean and a vast amount of territory in Italy. This golden age began to end, however, when Rome overthrew its Etruscan monarchy in 509, and Etruria lost the Battle of Cumae in 474.

I'm not going to give many details because I want to avoid spoilers for people who haven't read my works, but Mamarce had three children, Tuscany (Thefarie/Tiberius/Tiberio Mamercio), Parma, and Modena. In 358, after growing tensions between him and Romulus, he went to war against Romulus, during which he was killed. He was buried in a tomb in the necropolis of Tarquinia, and his children were adopted by Romulus.

Interestingly (and extremely relevant in Brutus and Achilles) Mamarce's death became the origin of Romulus and Remus myth at some point after his death.

Mamarce is featured in the following works:

The Tyrrheniad--This is the major fic involving Mamarce. It documents his relationship to Romulus throughout the centuries, starting with Romulus' discovery and ending with Mamarce's death.

Brutus and Achilles--This is actually the first fic that Mamarce appeared in! It takes place in 1859 AD, so a long, long time after Mamarce died, but frequent reference is made to his death, and his body appears in the chapter "Frater Meus." The main plot, however, concerns Lovino and Herakles trying to kill Feliciano, Sadik, and the Kingdom of Sardinia.

Hetalia Poetry Collection, "The Burial of Mamarce"--One of the poems in my Hetalia Poetry Collection. Describes Mamarce's burial.

[comment-exchange]

305. The Price of Getting Attached (By Any Means)

Title: The Price of Getting Attached

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47729677

Platform: AO3

Creator: GreyGullHaven

Work Type: fanfic

Fandom: By Any Means

Rating: Gen

Pairing: Jack Quinn/Thomas Tomkins 

Word count:1859

Warnings: angst, relationships

Number of comments: 0

Completion Status: completed

Short summary/description: After a late night meeting with the team, TomTom finally asks the question he’s been wanting to ask Jack for some time now. Done based on the prompt: TomTom wants to know why Jack doesn’t want him out in the field

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Chocolate horror and Confessions.

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/XYEvNBF by Christelight Akutagawa just wants to ask why atsushi calls him instead of texting but gets free jump scares, love declaration and a tiger boy in the process. Or Post-canon fic for pride Month 2024 🏳️🌈 Words: 1859, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Akutagawa fanfic's Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Hot Chocolate, Movie Night, Love Confessions, Post-Canon, They are friends?, akutagawa doesnt know his feelings, thankfully atsushi knows his, no beta we die like bram and how dazai wants to die oh and how akutagawa did die read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/XYEvNBF

[ao3feed-leopika]

Kurapika's Vow

Kurapika's Vow Link to fic: https://ift.tt/WAFnbK1 by TheChainUs3r Falling down to earth was a trivial matter. At least that’s what Kurapika told himself. He didn’t expect to meet a human that would destroy his whole life just by the sight of his eyes. This is heavily based off of Alluring Secret Black Vow. I'm just letting you know now that this does NOT have a happy ending. It's going very angsty. This is my first public fanfic on AO3, please help. Words: 1859, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Hunter X Hunter Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Leorio Paladiknight, Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), Pairo (Hunter X Hunter), Kuroro Lucifer | Chrollo Lucifer Relationships: Kurapika & Leorio Paladiknight, Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Deal with a Devil, Song: Himitsu ~Kuro no Chikai~ | Secret ~Black Oath~, unedited, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Alternate Universe - Religious, Spoilers: Kurapika DIES, Genderfluid Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), Nonbinary Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), Trans Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), Medical Student Leorio Paladiknight, Demon Kuroro Lucifer | Chrollo Lucifer via AO3 works tagged 'Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight' https://ift.tt/HSdWLDr November 09, 2023 at 11:16AM

[hotteaandhistory]

For the fanfic ask game — 📒!!

Thanks for the ask! Do I have any fics planned? Yes! The one I am planning next is a prequel, of sorts, that follows the lives of Raoul and Philippe essentially from the time Raoul is born until he goes away to the navy, so essentially 1859-1878. I love the two characters so much, and especially with Philippe, we don’t learn enough of their backstories. I will probably start writing it in July or August :-)

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 10/21/2022

My motivation, she is not so good these days.

Let us not speak of it much, and try to do better next week. I did manage to push out Chapter 14 of the Tattoo AU, and I am 1859 words into Chapter 15. It's gonna be another long one, I think (I could, in theory, split it in two, but I don't think I will). I reached an important milestone with this, in that it was so long that the GoogleDoc started getting painful to load, so I had to start a new document. Um, yay?

I "started" an "artwork" for Ichihime week in the sense that I found the reference images that I wanted to use, drew half a wireframe, and got distracted.

I think I answered a bunch of ao3 comments? It was real bad and now it's back down to manageable.

I also finally got around to polishing up my fanfic masterpost, and did a little housekeeping on my short stories, in the sense of adding links to sequels.

Anyway, I'm kinda down on myself for being a bum, but some weeks it be like that, I guess.

[devilscreekballad]

Is it alright if we write fanfic for BoDC? 👀 oh, and how old are Charlie's sisters and what are their names? how much older than Charlie was Matt?

1. Of course! :D

Now, for the Mulligan siblings, from oldest to youngest:

Ada (born 1843)

Matthew (born 1845, died 1875)

Charlie (born 1847)

Patrick (born 1849)

Oscar and Hattie (born 1856)

Grace (born 1859)

[upat4amwiththemoon]

The Villain

Summary: Wanda is an Avenger, a hero. Wanda’s girlfriend’s father is a villain, though Wanda doesn’t know that. What happens when Tony Stark successfully kills him?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, some descriptions of violence, me not knowing how guns work (please tell me if I missed any!)

Word count: 1859

Prompts (taken from thecharactercomma.com): ‘A character finds out their best friend is destined to be the next villain’ and “You’re so convinced that I’ll hurt them that you haven’t considered that’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.”

a/n: If you want to, you can send me a request for a fanfic! I can write to any MCU, GOT, OUAT and TVD/TO characters. If you have some other show/movie in mind, request it and I’ll see if I have seen it! I’m not 100% sure how requesting works, so if someone would like to tell me I’d really appreciate it! But for now, I’ll just tell you all here. Feedback is greatly appreciated :)

Y/D/N = your dad’s name

All parts: part 1, part 2, part 3

A knock on the door awakens Y/N from her slumber. She grumbles, looking at her surroundings for a moment. A blue hue hits coming from the TV hits her face gently. She fell asleep to her couch while watching Wanda’s favorite sitcoms to understand the references she threw around their conversations. Knocking comes from the front door again. Y/N stands up and quietly walks to the door, looking through the peephole to see who could be at her door at this time of the night. She sees Wanda’s ragged face.

Y/N opens the door. “Wanda, what are you doing her?” She pulls her girlfriend into a tight hug. “Are you okay?”

Wanda nods, breathing in Y/N’s comforting scent. “I am now. Can I come in?”

“Of course, come on. I’ll make you something to eat and you can take a shower if you want to, okay?” Y/N starts walking around the apartment after sitting Wanda down to the couch. She starts going through the kitchen cabinets, looking for something to make for her. Deciding a sandwich would do for now, she starts taking out the ingredients.

“Bewitched.” Wanda comments from the couch.

“Huh?”

“You’re watching Bewitched.” Wanda smiles widely, her heart fluttering. She knew sitcoms were never Y/N’s favorite genre of TV shows, but the fact she was watching them for Wanda, made her feel warm inside. “How do you like it.”

Y/N giggles. “It’s actually better than I thought. I see why you like it so much.” She comes to sit next to Wanda, giving her the sandwich she made. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” She asks, nodding at the dirt and small bruises on her face.

“A mission.” Wanda sighs. “It was a rough one, but still successful I suppose. We almost had him, but people would’ve died if Tony hadn’t killed him.” She takes a pause, taking a piece of the sandwich and swallowing before talking again. “It would’ve been better if we got him alive, but this is a victory nonetheless.”

“Who? A big bad villain?” Y/N smirks playfully.

Wanda giggles, shaking her head. “One of the baddest, Y/D/N.”

Y/N freezes on her place. Her eyes turn wide and her breathing shallows. Wanda doesn’t notice the change in her posture right away, instead, she continues talking about the mission. How he had kidnapped bunch of people and murdered two men, who were most likely ex business partners. Y/N knew that already, her dad had told her very early on that he hurts bad men. That some people might call him a bad man, and her was okay with that, because there were even worse men in the world. He never killed innocent people, he did hurt them for his own advantage, to distract the heroes from stopping him doing his main goals. The two men he killed today were in fact previous business partners, but they did horrible things for fun. Shot endangered animals, drugged and did bad things for women, there were even rumors they hung around in pedophilic rings. When Y/D/N found out about these allegations, he stopped working with them and killed them. Just like that. Killing was never a problem.

“Love?” Wanda touches Y/N’s shoulder, bringing her out of her head. “Are you okay?”

Y/N nods, looking straight ahead. “I need to do something.” She stands up, brushing Wanda’s hand off of her. “You can stay here and do whatever, I’ll be back before morning.” She starts changing her clothes into more decent ones than her oversized t-shirt and sweats.

“Where are you going at this time?” Wanda stands up, following her around, the sandwich now forgotten.

“I just need to go, don’t worry about it.” She gives Wanda a quick kiss. “I’ll be back before you know it.” She walks out of the door, leaving Wanda to stand in front of it all alone.

Y/N sobs inside Stefan’s, who is her father’s right hand man, arms. He is holding her tightly, also feeling devastated from the loss of his best friend. Three other men stand around them, hanging their heads down, sad and ashamed they couldn’t save him. Other people liked to call them a gang or a mafia, but they didn’t see themselves like that. To them, they were just a big family that happened to kill bad people. Of course, others wouldn’t see it like that.

“You know what happens now, right?” One of the men ask as Y/N’s tears subside.

She backs away from Stefan. “No, I don’t.”

“Your father left you a list of names, you have to continue his legacy.”

Y/N stays quiet. She had to wear his mask and become a new him. It was always meant to be hers, just not this soon. She picks up the slightly broken and dirtied mask from the ground, turning it around in her hands. It feels heavy. The mask is originally black, though now it’s coated in blood red paint. That’s what they did, made the mask redder after every kill. Now it had to be cleaned back to its original color. The cycle begins from the start after the mask passes to the next generation.

“I don’t think I’m ready.”

Stefan sets his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it in a comforting manner. “I know this is sooner than we thought, but you have to be ready. It’s your job now.” He digs a paper from his pocket, giving it to her.

The paper is full of names, some of them crossed off. Every name on the lost had done something horrible to get a place on the list. What was considered horrible, was up to the maker. All of the leaders made a list, it was their life goal. Unless they died, then the next person had to cross off the rest of the names. Only after it they could build their own.

“You have to finish it. Kill them for your father.”

“And Stark.” Another man comments, his voice full of venom when he spits out Tony Stark’s name.

“I’m not going to kill Stark.”

They don’t know she is friends with him and the rest of the Avengers, or that she is dating the Wanda Maximoff. Even her father was in the dark about this. It’s not like Wanda knows about her father either. She just couldn’t get the words out of her mouth.

“What? He killed your father! He deserves to die.”

“He is not on the list. I’m not killing him and that’s final.” Y/N commands, her voice rough. She didn’t recognize it. It wasn’t like her to yell or to be cold. Now, she had no other choice.

The man nods, silencing himself.

Y/N glances at the list. Sighing, she stands up straighter and gives the mask to Stefan. “Clean it up, we have work to do.”

After a week, four names have been crossed off the list. The Avengers never got close to catching Y/N, because she knew them. She knew their priorities when it came to missions. Get every civilian out of danger. It was easy to cause a distraction that included innocent people without actually hurting them. Just like her father did.

Y/N punches the man. She is at a bank vault with the owner while the rest of the men are holding the workers and customers hostage in the main area of the bank. It was working flawlessly, at least so far.

“Do you know what you’ve done?” The man whimpers and shakes his head. “No? You have no idea what these pictures were doing in your computer?” Y/N shows him a few pictures she printed out. The man is looking away, not wanting to show any reaction to the photos. “You’re disgusting.” She holds up a gun to his forehead, clicking the safety off.

“No, no! Please, please let me go! I was forced to take them! I didn’t want to, please.” He starts pleading.

Pathetic.

“So, you did take the pictures?” The man nods, his whole body is shaking in fear. “I need you to say it.”

“I took the pictures!”

Y/N hums and shoots him straight through his brains. Spitting on the man’s dead body, she starts walking away from the vault. “I’m done down here, we’re ready to leave.” She communicates to her men through an ear piece. When she hears confirmation from Stefan, she starts jogging to the back door, ready to leave everything behind.

But life wasn’t on her side today.

A familiar with descends in front of her, stopping her to her tracks. “You aren’t going anywhere.” She growls, her eyes gleaming red.

Y/N stares at her. She raises her hands over her head slowly, dropping her ear piece and smashing it under her foot. Her men knew what to do, they didn’t need her guidance anymore.

Wanda frowns slightly, but covers it up quickly. She didn’t expect her to give up so easily. Y/N rips off her mask and throws it to Wanda, showing herself. Wanda gasps. Her stance falters. “Y/N?”

“Hey, you.” She gives her a weak smile.

“Wh-What are you doing here? Why are you wearing that mask?”

“He was my father, Wanda.” She nods towards the mask. Wanda’s eyes widen even more if that’s physically possible. “I had to continue what he left behind.”

“Killing people?”

“Bad people.”

“What are you talking about? Those people up there aren’t bad people!” Wanda glances at the gun in Y/N’s hand. “Drop your gun.”

“You’re so convinced that I’ll hurt them that you haven’t considered that’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.” Y/N ignores Wanda’s command. “My intention was never to hurt them, they were merely a distraction.”

“A distraction?” Wanda scoffs. “They are people, Y/N, not distractions.” Her stance changes again, it goes back to the hero Wanda. “Did you do everything that happened this week?” Y/N nods. “Drop the gun.”

“I’m not killing innocent people, only those who deserve it. So did my father.”

“Your father killed the previous president!”

“He was a rapist and a liar!” Y/N yells, making Wanda waken her magic. “He was a bad person and he deserved to die.” She says, now more calmly.

“No one deserves to die.”

“What about Hydra? Thanos and the chitauri? Ultron? My father? They are all dead. Did they not deserve it?”

“We had no other choice.”

“Neither do I.”

The two are staring at each other, quietly, both wondering what was going to happen now.

“I’m not going to come with you.” Y/N whispers. “I have a job to do.” When Wanda doesn’t answer, she picks up her mask and puts it back on. It covers her whole face. “I still love you.”

“I know.” Something takes Wanda’s attention away from Y/N, most likely someone talking to her through comms.

Y/N uses the moment to her advantage and runs away. Wanda could’ve stopped her, easily, but she didn’t. She chose not to.

[10th-vongola]

Any KHR fanfic recommendations? Thanks for the giveaway btw 😊

**cracks knuckles** WELL i have many but I will keep it to one this time. 

Darling, I’m Dying (Don’t Worry I’ll Be Fine) by Kosaji is one of my top favourites! Hanahaki but with a twist and I adoreee the concept. Still concerns a ship though (1859) so may not be everyone’s cup of tea but I highly highly recommend it still.

[little-kat07]

I found a prompt that i really liked so uh-

Basically I decided to make the AU Logicality. Patton is a ghost of a man who was born in 1840 and died in 1859. He was 19 when he died and Logan is 20. Logan, an aspiring scientist and historian, realizes he should tell Patton what happened while he was dead- because Patton has apparently been stuck in an old Victorian house for two centuries. I’m thinking about starting a fanfic for this, I already have scene ideas and stuff. If you want to redraw that would be appreciated since my art is bad but please leave a link to my original post. Art is mine, you can see my signature in the upper left corner.

[asthewavesdo]

Fanfic Masterlist

Hey! So since this is a personal blog, I decided to compile a thing for anyone following me only for my ao3 stuff. They’re categorized by fandom then ship (these are in no particular order), and the fics are listed in order of favourite to least favourite (in my personal opinion). Obviously, I’m biased and also I have my own tastes, and I don’t really hate anything, so don’t assume that you’ll feel iffy about something just because I do. That being said, I do want to shine the spotlight on the fics that I feel the most proud of.

So anyways, the list is below the cut

Genshin Impact (Game)

Childe|Tartaglia/Zhongli

Scatter My Ashes on Your Grave (15895 words)

Re: Love (1453 words)

Zhongli/Retuo|Azhdaha|Kun Jun

On a Need-to-Know Basis (1257 words)

Wangsheng Radio Special: Matters of the Heart (1/6 - 10872 words)

Hu Tao/Yanfei

Guide to Brilliance (1550 words)

Alight like Wildfire (1877 words)

Ashes (2016 words)

Xingqiu/Chongyun

Summer Beach Crush (3241 words)

(Background relationship in Wangsheng Radio Special: Matters of the Heart)

Mona/Keqing

If We Connect the Stars (14060 words)

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Johnny/Gyro

White Mice and White Flags (3150 words)

Assassination Classroom

Karma/Gakushuu

Asano Gakushuu Can’t Stand Sweets (4463 words)

Warmth and Decay (3958 words)

Case Studies on Supposed Royalty (7602 words)

Relationship Status: Single, Last I Checked (8676 words)

A Party is Just a Group of Adventurers (32597 words)

The Not-Quite-Legal Lives of Hackers and Assassins (3313 words)

Gen

The Life and Death of a Killer Octopus (11814 words)

One Piece

Zoro/Sanji

Eye of the Beholder (3690 words)

The Gap of Two Heart-Sized Hands (1947 words)

Gen

You Can’t Teach a Monkey to Read (2071 words)

Dr. STONE

Senku/Gen

All the Lives We Have to Live (21199 words)

Roadmap (9579 words)

So Called “Research” (10569 words)

Ryusui/Tsukasa

Blood-Red Wounds and Rosy Cheeks (22825 words)

Yuzuriha/Taiju

Rough Around the Edges (2666 words)

(Background Relationship in Roadmap)

Kinro/Kirisame

Perfectly Unyielding Rule-Abider (2318 words)

Gen

immeriti dei sumus (2130 words)

In Loving Memory of a Hundred Nights (1859 words)

a gorilla, a sorcerer, and a scientist walk into a bar (6936 words)

Flowers Make the Best Gifts (2954 words)

Z=24 (2070 words)

Stars and Lullabies (1460 words)

Sucrose and Anything Just as Sweet (3716 words)

Safe (2118 words)

Barbie (I know I’m sorry... I just couldn’t resist)

Elina/Sunburst (Fairytopia: Magic of the Rainbow)

Isn’t Sunburst (2071 words)

Hadley/Isla (Princess Charm School)

You Can Tell She’s a Princess (3351 words)

(Last Updated: September 26, 2021)

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Pitter Patter

Pitter Patter by Marlynmiro

Because everything matters until nothing does.

Words: 1859, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Alix Kubdel

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Additional Tags: My First Fanfic, Poetic, Ambiguity, Angst and Feels, Ambiguous/Open Ending

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29332242

[queengurako]

What I would like to see and I need to write in a fanfic is Chizuru using her demon skills to save soldiers on battlefield. Because she could survive some wounds or have enough strong to carry the wounded. I always imagine her as a Desmond Doss (please watch Hacksaw Ridge) : terrified by the battlefield but truly courageous to go into it without weapon only to save some soldiers. 

Also this idea came to me when I read that The Red Cross Society was founded in 1863, following the Battle of Solferino (1859), and there was a western military hospital during Battle of Toba-Fushimi by William Willis. If Chizuru was the daughter of rangaku doctor it’s not strange to imagine that she could understand Dutch (a little bit English too) and that she could be interested by western medical learning. 

At least, I like to imagine Chizuru being interested by The Red Cross Society if she heard about it or about Florence Nightingale (Blossoms And Shadows mentions her, ironically the main character is called Tsuru)...only to help the captains, be useful to the Shinsengumi but moreover to save them. 

I think it would be an amazing scene to see her carry on her shoulders a wounded during Toba-Fushimi. (with her golden eyes because she used her demon powers and maybe a makeshift red (blood) cross flag).

[avengerscompound]

Your Own Bed

Your Own Bed - A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count:  1859

Warnings:  PTSD, Smut (Oral sex)

Synopsis:  You share a bed with Bucky because of his nightmares. One day he stops having them.

Your Own Bed

The first time you slept with Bucky Barnes had been on a mission.   You were staking out an arms dealer who had been dealing in stolen Stark Tech.  It was you, Bucky, Clint, and Natasha holed up in this shitty little one bedroom death trap with a flea-bitten mattress on the floor taking shifts monitoring the building across the road.

Clint was adamant that he didn’t want to share a bed with Bucky.  He’d complained he took up too much room and Clint liked his sleep too much.  Everyone knew it was really because he and Natasha had some sort of thing going on so you’d just agreed.

The truth was, you’d been harboring a crush on Bucky.  He was this huge, scary looking guy who on a mission did not look like someone to fuck with at all.  Back at the tower though, he was quiet and sweet.  He liked to cook and you’d find him playing video games like Mario Kart by himself.   The opportunity to share a bed with him had sparked some hope that the closeness would make him see that same little spark of attraction to you too.  Or at the very least you’d get to know him better.

The latter happened in a rather drastic way.  The first night you slept curled up on that uncomfortable mattress Bucky had had a nightmare.  He didn’t tell you what it was about that first time.  Though he would later.  Bucky dreamed about a lot of things.  Falling. Being electroshocked.  Having vivisection performed on him.  Mostly he dreamed of killing his friends.  Over and over.  His metal hand clamping down around each of your throats and no matter how hard he tried to let you go all he could do was watch as the life drained from your eyes.

He hadn’t even woken from it that first night.  He’d just started thrashing and muttering in a small terrified voice.  “Please.  I don’t wanna do this.  Don’t make me do this.”

You’d wrapped your arms around him and whispered to him.  “It’s okay.  You’re safe, Bucky. No one will hurt you ever again.”

He’d grabbed you, pulling himself tightly against your body. Then he stilled.  You had slept the rest of the night wrapped around each other.  The next morning he’d woken up still wrapped around you and apologized profusely.  The process kept repeating itself for the entire stakeout and by the time you got back to the Avengers compound Bucky was the best rested he’d been since you’d known him.

Once you got back though he’d started to not sleep again.

“I wonder if it’s just that I can only sleep on shitty mattresses on the floor?”  He asks you one night as you sat up playing Super Smash Bros together.

“Uhh… I think I know what it is.”  You reply, not looking at him.

“God, doll. If you could tell me I’d be in your debt.  I don’t know how much more I can take only getting a few hours of sleep at a time.”  Bucky says, hitting pause and looking at you.

You sigh.  “You have nightmares, Buck.”

“I already know that.  But I didn’t while we were on the mission.”  Bucky says.  He frowns and turns back to the screen.

You put your hand on his controller before he can start playing again.  “You did have them on the mission.  I’d hug you and tell you that you were safe and they stopped.  That’s why you always woke up cuddling me.  You’d cling to me and I’d just talk to you until you went back into a deep sleep.”

Bucky’s shoulders slump.  “Damn.  I guess I’m screwed then.”

You both start playing again and you chew your lip.  “I could come and sleep with you if you want.”   You say, quietly.  He pauses the game and looks at you, his brow furrowed.  “I mean as friends.  If it helps you sleep.”

“I couldn’t ask ya to do that, doll.”  He says, shaking his head and running his hand through his hair.

“I don’t mind, Bucky.  It’s kinda nice not sleeping alone.”  You say, trying to not sound too enthusiastic.  You truthfully really loved it.  You still harbored a huge crush on him.  You loved waking up wrapped in his arms.  Even if his metal arm was a little cold and quite heavy.  You loved the way his body felt pressed against yours.  You loved how he smelled.

“Really?  I promise I’ll be good.  I just… I really could use some sleep.  And I get it if you have a date or something.”  He says, speaking really quickly.

So it had become a habit.  You slept in his bed every night.  Every night you soothed him through his nightmares.  He started to become a new man.  He laughed at people’s jokes.  He agreed to socialize more.  You two became really close.  You knew you weren’t his best friend, that was always going to be Steve, but he was yours.  And every day you fell deeper and deeper for him.

He had nightmares every night until one day he didn’t anymore.  You both just slept right through.

You woke slowly, his arm draped over you.  As you opened your eyes and slowly you’d realized he’d actually properly slept through and rather than feeling good about it your heart dropped.  You knew you should feel happy for him.  That him sleeping through was a sign that his mental health was well on the mend.

All you can think is if he started doing it regularly; he won't need you anymore.

Bucky shifts and pulls you a little tighter to him before slowly opening his eyes.  “Damn, doll.  That’s the best night’s sleep I’ve had.”

You smile weakly at him.  “That’s great, Buck.”  You roll over, freeing yourself from his arms and sitting up.

He puts his hand on your hip.  “What’s wrong?  Did something happen?”  He sits up suddenly.  “I hurt you didn’t I?”

You turn to him and wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest.  “No.  No, Buck.  It’s stupid.  I’m being selfish.”

“What is it?”  He pushes.

You sigh and let him go.  “If you stop having nightmares you don’t need me anymore.”

Bucky laughs and hugs you from behind.  “What are you talkin’ about?  We’re friends aren’t we?”

“Yeah… the best.”  You sigh.

“Don’t you want your own bed back?”  He teases, ruffling your hair.

You let out a huff of breath.

“Oh god,”  Bucky says.  He lets you go and sits back.  “Oh god.  I’m an idiot.”  He reaches forward and puts his hand on your shoulder.  You feel the cold metal close onto your skin.  “I’m real sorry, doll.  Forgive me?”

“Forgive you for what?”  You ask, looking back at him.

“Not realizing.”  He replies.  “It’s been a long time since a dame…”  He shakes his head.   “Woman… since a woman was interested in me.  I forgot what it looked like.”

“Buck, don’t worry.  It’s … you don’t feel the same way.  I was trying to just be your friend.  I’m being selfish.”  You say, looking at him sadly.

Bucky quirks an eyebrow at you.  “Who said I didn’t feel the same way?”

“Do you?”  You ask.

Instead of answering with words he brings his lips to yours.  You startle, to begin with but as soon as you realize what is happening you sink into him.  Your lips part and for a moment your tongues flick against each other before they pass each other and dip into the other’s mouths.

His hand goes to your hair and he pulls you closer to him.  Your hands run down his chest, trailing down the scarring where his flesh meets steel, before moving down to his abs.  A shiver runs through him after each place your fingers touch.  His muscles contracting and releasing in a ripple.

You shift onto the bed again and as you move your hands move around to his back and slide back up you pull him down on top of you.  He makes a sound half moan and half growl and grinds up against you.  He breaks the kiss and nips at your throat, sending little shivers down your back.

You feel his cock start to harden against you and you reach down and start palming it through his pajama pants.

“Ah fuck, doll.”  He groans.  “Isn’t this too soon?”

You shake your head.  “Not if you don’t want it to be.”

He makes that growl/moan noise again and he starts scrambling to remove your clothing.  He tears the tank top you wore to bed like it’s made of paper.  “Oh damn.  I’m sorry.”  He huffs, the ruined material gripped in his metal fingers.

You pull him back down into a kiss.  “It’s fine.  Just… oh god, Buck.  I need you.”

He pulls your panties down and you use your feet to kick down his pajama pants.  You feel the press of his cock against your pussy.  He moans and nips at your bottom lip.

You slide your hands down the length of his body, gripping his cock and guiding it inside of you.  You both hum softly as he fills you.  “Oh god, you feel good.”  He murmurs.  His lips grazing over your neck.

“You feel good too, Buck.”  You hum and clench around his cock.  He groans again and starts to roll his hips into yours.

You start slow.  Gentle even.  You rake your fingers through your hair and run them down his back.  Things shift suddenly and he starts really just fucking you.  Hard.  He holds onto his bed head with his cybernetic hand.  The timber cracks and warps as his grip tightens.  The headboard bangs on the wall.

You are helpless to do anything over than hold on.  Not that you need any more.  It feels like your blood has been replaced with molten metal.  It pumps through your system.  Making sweat bead on your skin and your breath hard to catch.  Bucky keeps his face so close to yours so when you are able to take a breath in, it’s comprised of the hot, moist breath he just exhaled.  The heat builds in your gut.  Bubbling in you.  Pressing down.

“Fuck… fuck… Bucky.  I’m gonna come.”  You babble, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

“That’s it, doll.”  Bucky purrs.  “Let me feel ya.  I’m right behind.”

You bring one of your hands to your pussy and you start rubbing your clit.  It’s like a dam bursts inside you.  Your whole body arches up into Bucky and it feels like every single muscle tenses as you come.  You make a single, primal cry before you bury your face into Bucky’s neck.

You feel the throb of Bucky’s cock inside of you and he thrusts three more times before releasing.  His cock pulsed inside of you as he fills you with his hot come.

He kisses you again and rolls onto his back. You both just lay there, panting looking at the ceiling.  Bucky links his fingers with yours.

“Don’t go back to your bed.”  He says.

You laugh.  “This is my bed.”