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sinner-as-saint · 4 years ago

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His Obsession.

Mob!Seb x Housekeeper!Reader

Run-through: You work for the notorious mob boss. You’re at his house regularly; tidying up and cleaning and surprisingly you’re not scared of him like the rest of his staff are. Sure he is authoritative, and mean but he’s never disrespectful or inappropriate, nor does he bark orders at you like he does with the guys. And you were almost certain that he barely pays attention to you. Until one evening he confronts you about something. And what starts out heated, ends in a night neither of you will ever forget…

Themes: mob!seb (because I miss him), jealous!seb, housekeeper!reader, angst, fluff, dark (ish) mob!seb

a/n: this is my thank you note to all of you :) Enjoy!

“Miss Y/N? Could you come here for a minute?”

You heard the sound of your boss’ voice. His voice.

Sebastian… You stop right at the stairs and turn around to find him standing by the door of his magnificent bedroom. One which you had cleaned and tidied just this morning itself.

You nod and he immediately walks back into his room and leaves the door open. Your heart pounded, and your body felt all cold for a second. Had you made a mistake? Was there something you did which he didn’t like?

You had heard from the butler a while ago that your boss once fired a guy for parking his favorite car in the wrong spot. The mob boss, after all, was a perfectionist. He was a very proper man with rules and regulations which had to be followed within the walls of his home. Hence, you were nervous like never before as you entered his bedroom.

He was sat on the dark grey couch by his bed, looking down at his phone and sipping on his liquor. The couch which always seemed so comfortable, and soft. But you never dared to even touch for too long, afraid to you might ruin it.

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t find him attractive. He was hot. He was perfect; mean, intimidating, and powerful. All of him screamed danger; but he was also the kind of man one feels naturally drawn to. His effortless bad boy charm, his authority and how he took control in the span of seconds made him lethal. Gorgeous, but lethal.

“Yes, sir?” you spoke up, trying to get his attention.

He looked up immediately and he had that no-nonsense look on his face. Oh you knew that look all too well. Earlier this week, he had the same look on as he punched the living shit out of a member of his gang who was sent to spy on his by a rival gang.

You realized that right now, as your boss looked at you, he was angry. His blue eyes were cold, and the intensity of his gaze made you shiver.

He spoke, “Yesterday was your day off, no?”

You nodded. He clenched his jaw and exhaled loudly through his nose; another sign pointing to his current bad mood.

You tried not to seem too intimidated by his stern gaze. “Yes sir.” You responded, still unsure of where he was taking this. Could it be perhaps that someone had messed up something while you weren’t here yesterday? But that still wouldn’t explain why he couldn’t just tell you outside.

Why did he have to call you into his room?

As soon as that question crossed your mind, Sebastian got up and walked over to you. His phone in one hand, and his drink in the other. He approached you as you stood by the end of his bed; slowly, steadily and making your heart race.

He stopped right in front of you and put his phone screen right in front of your face, showing you a picture. “Care to tell me about what’s going on in this picture?” he tilted his head to the side and stared deep into your eyes with his stormy ocean blue ones.

In front of you was a photograph. A picture of you at the club last night. You were sat on a stool by the bar, talking to a guy. His hand was on your thigh and you remember how much he was making you laugh.

You were shocked at first as you took in the details. A picture of you, out clubbing with some friends and this guy you met a few weeks ago. In fact after last night, you concluded that it’d be better if you were just friends.

“Why do you have my picture? Who took this?” you asked, keeping your calm with your boss even though you were quite irritated. Mob boss or not, how dare he spy on your personal life?

Sebastian smirked, definitely not finding anything amusing. “You tell me why you’ve been out and about with my rivals.”

Your eyes widened at his words. Rivals… what? It couldn’t be, the guy said he worked at… wait, the guy didn’t say anything about his work.

“Your rivals, sir?”

Sebastian locked his phone and threw it carelessly on the couch then turned to face you again. “Now, what does that say about me, Y/N? Why is someone who works for me, out and about with my rivals in my own club?”

His club… that explains how he must’ve have gotten the phototgraph. His people must have sent it to him. But why were they watching you?

“I didn’t know anything about all that. Why do you have people spying on me?” your irritation was taking over little by little.

He stared at you for a few more seconds as he recalled all that happened yesterday…

-flashback-

Sebastian was at home, in his study when his phone rang. He saw that it was the manager of one of his clubs calling. Weird.

He answered rather annoyed, “What is it?”

The guy spoke up, nervously. “Boss uh, your girl is here.”

Sebastian froze.

“Who’s she with?” was the first thing which came to his mind. You were at his club which meant that you couldn’t possibly be alone. For some reasons, the thought of you out clubbing with another man made him want to punch something.

Yes, he was completely spellbound by you. The big bad mob boss had lost his heart to his daily. How could he not?

You were kind, and patient and always filled the house with warmth whenever you stepped in. Not to mention that the first time he saw you, you took his breath away. And no woman had ever done that before. And from that very moment, Sebastian found himself thinking about you constantly;

When he was at work. When he wasn’t at work. When he was in a boring meeting. Even when he was in the company of other women, he was obsessed with the thought of you.

However, it was hard to get you alone and talk to you. You were always busy and he was always surrounded by his guys or his guards. And he couldn’t seem all soft with his guys around. Although, he often worried about what would happen if you find someone else. Someone less dark and dangerous, someone with a less tainted reputation than him.

You probably deserved it, but he couldn’t let that happen. No, you were his. And he would treat you like a queen, if only you’d notice him…

He tried to talk to you often, calling you up in his room for absolutely no reason. Sometimes to help him tie his tie, or other times to steam his suits. He liked having you around, but he also knew that you would never see him in that light, given who he is.

But despite that, he wasn’t going to give up. He wanted you. Needed you. Craved you. Desperately. He needed you in ways he hadn’t thought were humanly possible. He wanted you in his arms, preferably without the black uniform and little white apron you wore each day. He wanted you in his bed, naked and lying on his sheets as he shows you how well he can treat you. Oh he would treat you like a queen.

And now he learnt that you’re out and about with another man. He was pissed. The manager’s response made the mob boss see red. He was almost ready to drive all the way there and punch the fucker you were with in the face and drag you to his home.

But no, he wouldn’t do that. So you were out clubbing with his rival gang members. Oh he’ll deal with it. “Send me a picture. And follow the guy when he leaves. Also make sure Y/N doesn’t leave with him, you hear me?” he barked on the phone.

“Yes boss.”

-end of flashback-

“Because you’re mine.” he said it in an authoritative tone which both angered, and excited you. It was a confusing feeling, but you didn’t hate it entirely.

“Excuse m-,”

He cut you off by grabbing you by the waist with one arm and pulling you into him. “You heard me. Now answer me babygirl, why were you with this guy last night?”

Babygirl? Oh the audacity of this drop dead gorgeous man…

“With all due respect sir, my personal life is none of your business.” You sounded less confident than you intended to and it make Sebastian smirk.

“Oh?” he asked, amused. “Is that how it is now?” he pressed your body further into his, allowing you to feel that hard muscles of his tones body along with his body heat. “You’re gonna talk back to me?” he leaned in and nuzzled your cheek, making your heart race, “Disrespect me?” he chuckled right in your ear before pressing a kiss on the shell of your ear. You shivered at his voice.

“I don’t-,”

He cut you off again by pulling away and looking into your eyes. His stare was intense and hot, and so distracting that you didn’t realize his hand was making its way under your skirt. “You dare talk back to me?” he sounded amused, his hand reached further up your inner thigh and you shivered under his touch, “Even when you’ve been out and about, being a little whore,” he whispered, “with my rivals?”

You gasped at his choice of words, and how his fingers gently stroked along your clothed core. Where was this coming from? You also gasped at how you liked it. “I… I didn’t know.” you mumbled as you tried to hold back a moan which threatened to escape your lips due to his salacious actions.

He chuckled, applying the slightest bit of pressure against your throbbing clit and he noticed how you squirmed in front of him. “But now you do. And I’m gonna make sure that you remember from now on that you,” he leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours, “belong to me.”

You felt hazy as he pulled away from you just a couple of inches. Your heart pounded. Your body was on fire, your mind only being able to focus on only one thing – him. His mouth. His body heat. You wanted him closer all of a sudden. So close that you almost began leaning into his touch even more.

You hadn’t realized that the palms of your hands were pressed against his chest. He felt warm, and muscular. Fuck…

“Kneel.” He simply said and you were immediately in a trance. You lowered down on the carpeted floor instantly, on your knees. Sebastian just smirked and caressed your cheek gently. “I want your mouth around me. Come on, make me cum.”

That damn authoritative and powerful tone sent shivers down your spine. You quickly undid his zipper and pulled down his briefs. His hard cock stood proud and tall in front of you. Your mouth watered shamelessly at the sight of it. Thick and big, you realized you wanted him just as much.

He was bigger than any one of your past partners, and that excited you. Your hands instinctively wrapped around his length and you placed the tip against your lips, kissing it and feeling the pre cum coating your lips. You pushed your mouth against it, taking in the tip and swirling your tongue around him.

He groaned, his hand holding your head and guiding you further down his cock. You took him in your mouth slowly, inch by inch; his raw taste drove you crazy. And so did the sounds which left his mouth. Sebastian slid his hand through your slightly messy hair and gently guided your mouth up and down his cock; while slowly sipping on his liquor at the same time.

You bobbed your head around his tip a few more times and soon, he came in your mouth; sending his seeds down your throat. You swallowed whatever he gave you, and stood up after you did so.

He gripped your hips tightly as he dipped his head into the crook of his neck. His hand slipped under your skirt again and he dragged your underwear down your thighs. He placed his fingers against you and rubbed your wet folds again. You couldn’t help but moan, desperate for his touch despite this whole situation being wrong.

“Hmm. You did good, babygirl.” he whispered along your collar bones as he licked and bit the skin; leaving marks behind. Claiming his territory like he always wanted to. “But I’m not quite done with you yet.” He sounded mischievous.

He lifted his glass up to your lips. Still hazy and heart pounding, you parted your lips slightly as he tilted the glass at your lips and let some of the liquor into your mouth. You immediately liked the taste, it burned just a little as you swallowed. However he smirked and tilted the glass more than he should, and the contents went over the lip and down the sides of your mouth – dripping down your chin, your neck and your somewhat exposed chest which was making him go crazy as it is.

“Oh,” he pointed out, pretending as though all that wasn’t down on purpose, “Such a messy girl.” He sighed dramatically while undoing your apron, followed by the zip at the back of your uniform, “Now I have to clean you up.” He looked into your eyes and smirked.

You caught the naughtiness in his eyes. And next thing you knew, you were being pushed back onto his bed; half naked already. “Lay down for me sweetheart.” He ordered and you hesitated for a moment.

“Should we-,”

He cut you off by holding your jaw gently in his grasp. “Shh.” He let go of your face and leaned in to kiss your lips. His tongue gently stroking your lower lip, gathering the liquor which dripped earlier. Then his mouth trailed downwards, kissing your neck, your collar bones down to your breasts – licking and kissing and leaving behind his marks on your skin.

Your body felt hot. Burning under him as he took his time and kissed every inch of your skin. “I’ve always wondered,” he spoke up as he pressed kisses down your chest, “how sweet you must taste. And now look,” he chuckled as he kissed further down, “I get to figure it out finally.”

Maybe it was the sound of his deep voice laced with lust, or maybe it was the confession about how he thinks about you in such an intimate way; regardless, it only fueled the fire deep within you. Supporting yourself up on your elbows, you looked down at him all settled and ready in between your legs. Then you saw the shift in his eyes.

He was all cocky a second ago, but now he was feral. His fingers found their way in between your legs as well, carefully parting your wet folds before slipping inside you. Your body welcomed him in with ease.

Then his following question made your heart race. “Did he touch like this last night?”

You widened your eyes. Does he think that you slept with the guy? “What, no. I-,”

Sebastian leaned in again, and hissed in your ear. “He better not have. Else he won’t live to see another day, babygirl.” His fingers stroked you gently. “You should know, I don’t like sharing. Especially not my girl.”

Fuck… he was messing with your head so easily and wonderfully, and you were letting him.

Sebastian smirked, speeding up and finger-fucking you faster. You whined and squirmed but you wanted more. Oh you wanted more.

You threw your head back and whined loudly, your body betraying you as you felt your walls clench around his fingers. He smirked. “Oh? You wanna cum, is that it?” he leaned in closer, whispering against your mouth, “You want it so bad, don’t you baby?” he teased; chuckling darkly.

You moaned, and whined and tried your hardest to keep quiet but you ended up being loud anyways. His touch, his stare, his words… his cold rings pressing against your hot body each time he pushed his fingers deeper inside of you.

You wanted more. And he knew. “Look at you,” he whispered in awe, kissing along your jaw and biting down on your skin occasionally as his fingers took you higher…and higher, “So perfect… and all mine.” he bit down on your neck as you squirmed; wanting so desperately to crush his arrogance at once, but also wanting him to dominate you. “Cum for me. Now.”

You let go, allowing the warmth to take over you. Releasing and savoring the sweet pressure in between your legs and you came with a strained cry all over his fingers; coating them with your arousal and making his bite his lip and swear at the sight of you so… disheveled.

Your underwear was off, your bra unhooked, your little black uniform on his bedroom floor and your almost naked body on his bed sheets – this was all Sebastian’s ever dreamt of. This moment right here, and now that he had you; he wasn’t going to be easy on you.

“You’re mine.” he repeated. You were still recovering from your previous orgasm that you didn’t realize his mouth was on you again. Closer. Hotter. And determined to make you cum again, his mouth latched on to your core, the lower half of his face completely submerged in between your folds.

You moaned out loud, involuntarily, as you felt his warm mouth on top of your dripping core. His tongue slipped past your folds and teased your entrance; occasionally flicking your sensitive bud mercilessly. Your hands immediately gripped his hair and tugged gently at his roots. Wet sounds erupted from where his mouth latched on to your core, “You taste so good, babygirl.”

You whimpered under his touch, feeling his beard rubbing against your soft skin; it burned a little, but you enjoyed each and every second of it and craved for more. His mouth felt good. So good that you wanted more and more with each passing second.

“Fuck…” you moaned out loud as your back arched off the cool satin sheets for just a moment, your eyes closing and your head leaning back as you felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over you. Intense and hot, just like his touch. He was taking over you and you were letting him yet again. He was hard to resist, you knew that since day one.

“You’re gonna cum for me, is that it, hmm?” he whispered and got back to teasing your clit with his warm and wet tongue; relishing your taste.

“Please, please….” You murmured. He chuckled, his warm breath fanning your wet folds.

“Come on now, ask nicely.” He whispered, biting down on your hip bone before kissing his way back to your clit.

Your eyes flew shut and you whined, and begged – not caring if you sounded coherent or not. Once satisfied, Sebastian got back to eating you out like there was no tomorrow. The pressure in between your legs was building up nicely as well. So with a few more strokes of his skilled tongue, you let go and gushed out all over his face; your eyes watering.

He didn’t stop, he kept at it while your orgasm washed over you; lapping up whatever you gave him. He couldn’t get enough of you. He licked you clean and kissed your thighs a few more times before finally standing up, admiring how much of a mess you were; panting, and trembling just with his tongue.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered, looking down at you. He had that same feral look in his eyes, the desire unhidden. Shameless, and raw. Passionate. He wanted you and he wasn’t hiding it. He wanted to own you. Ruin you in the best way possible. “Get on your hands and knees. Now.” he ordered and proceed to finish his drink before he was onto you again.

Discarding his expensive suit, lifting your hips up and securing an arm around you; you knelt in front of him on the bed, legs spread apart, hands gripping the sheets while your back faced him. You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was there – right behind you. Plotting all the ways in which he could play with you.

Sebastian trailed a finger lazily up your spine before sliding his fingers into your hair. He gripped your hair gently, and pulled back just enough so he got your full attention. His lips hovered over the side of your throat and his other hand reached around and toyed with your folds; his fingers furiously rubbed the skin around your clit and making you tremble.

You could feel his warm skin, and his hard on pressing against your butt. And your heart raced in anticipation.

“You’re gonna take me nice and good, aren’t you baby?” his voice was deep and gravelly when he spoke in your ear, his tongue licking along your neck while he abruptly stopped toying with your folds. You whined and nodded, unable to hide the fact that you wanted him bad. So bad.

His hand gripped your hair and tugged on it, harsher than earlier and his action elicited an involuntary moan out of you. “Good girl.” He noted and gripped the sides of your hips tighter. He pushed into you without a word said; earning a sinful moan out of you. You were all wet and ready for him, and he slipped inside you with ease.

He groaned and grunted as he filled you up entirely; your ass cheek pressing into his pelvic bone as he buried his cock into you. Your knuckles gripped the sheets tightly, and your head lowered as your felt the familiar pressure forming again in no time, given you were already so sensitive and sore from before.

You were barely able to keep yourself up, and if it weren’t for his tight grip on you, you would’ve collapsed on the bed long ago.

“So fucking good… you’re all mine…” Sebastian spoke in a haze, and you barely heard him as the only thing you focused on was the sounds your bodies made when in contact with one another; along with your whimpers and his incoherent words. The air around you smelt of sex, sweat and Sebastian’s cologne.

He pounded into you like his life depended on it. Stretching you out and filling you up each time he rammed his cock into your entrance. You moaned, worn-out and still craving more and more of him. You could feel the soreness his touch would leave behind, and the bite on your neck, and all of the other marks he left on your skin.

With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his felt his cock throb against your walls. You tightened around him, feeling your orgasm so close that you could almost feel it taking over you. But just as you were right on the edge, he pulled out and flipped you around. His rough manner of handling your body turned you on even more.

He smirked when he saw the look of surprise on your face. “Can’t give it to you that easily now, can we?” he chuckled. “I want you to beg for it.” He parted your legs, and settled in between them again, his cock slipping inside you once again. “Beg for me.”

His mouth soon found yours and he nibbled on your bottom lip and you let out ragged breaths. He was taking over all your senses and you were more than happy to surrender to him. While he fucked you raw, his hand moved up to your throat again. His fingers wrapped around your throat and forced you to open your eyes and look into his. “I said,” he growled, “beg.”

A thin layer of sweat formed on his face, as he fucked you relentlessly; earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls. Your lips parted as you gasped. “Sir please… please make me cum…” you whined, “I need you-,” you cut yourself off, moaning wantonly as he filled you up nicely.

He grunted and moaned shamelessly right in your ear and the sound sent shivers down your back. Your legs started to shake as he quickened his pace. He pounded into you incessantly. You could feel the headboard knocking against his bedroom wall, and the sound echoing around the room, along with your moans and his growls.

“Are you gonna cum? Do you deserve it, huh?” he mocked you, his hand reaching up and grabbing your jaw tightly in his grasp. “Look at me, babygirl.” He urged you to focus on him, despite knowing that you were barely able to concentrate on anything other than how well he was fucking you.

You stared into his eyes; tears escaping your eyes, lips swollen and bruised, neck littered with his bite marks, and your eyes just as wild and passionate as his. “Are you gonna remember now? That you belong to me?” He stayed still inside you for a moment, letting you feel just how big he was. You whined and groaned as he stretched you out like no one ever did. “That you’re all mine?” he growled.

“Yes… yes, sir.” You mumbled, pleading him with your eyes. Begging him to let you cum.

Sebastian saw the desperation in your eyes. The silent plea. He knew you wouldn’t be able to take it any longer. But he had to make himself clear. “Tell me, who do you belong to? Hmm?”

“You.” you gasped. Please…

You felt like you were losing your mind. The pleasure was too much and you couldn’t hold back anymore. So, you gushed out around his cock; moaning and squirming in the process. He moaned out loud when he felt your walls pulsating violently around him. His thrusts became irregular as he came right after you, filling you up again.

He didn’t pull out. He just kept his throbbing cock carefully buried in you as he lowered his face and pushed it into the crook of your neck. Both of you panting and wondering; what the hell just happened, and how did it escalate this quickly.

You recovered and tried to move, but failed miserably. Sebastian noticed and smirked to himself despite the fatigue.

“Come here,” he spoke gently pulled you into him. You settled in comfortably into his side, surprisingly. His body was warm, and he smelt familiar. “Get some sleep. I know you’re tired.”

You widened your eyes and looked up at him. He smiled and reached out to caress your cheek. “Sorry if I hurt you. I- I can’t see you with someone else.” He repeated again, “You’re mine.”

You sighed. “I work for you.” you pointed out wearily.

He scoffed. “Then congrats, you’re fired.” He said it like it was nothing. You sighed and tried to scoot away but his grip was strong. “Hey, I’m serious.” He argued. “Stay, don’t go.” He pleaded.

You were too weak and worn out to move anyways, besides his bed was comfy so you stayed. You were quiet for a minute then you spoke up. “What happens now?” you asked.

He chuckled, and his tiredness could be heard. “Now I ask you out, and you say yes. And we live happily ever after.” He answered.

You rolled your eyes. “And my job?”

“Baby, I have enough money to last us a couple of lifetimes.”

“I refuse to be dependent on you. And certainly not a burden.” You sounded tired too.

“None of that. You’ll be my queen.”

You snuggled closer to his warm body as he covered your naked body carefully with the soft blanket. “You’re so bossy. And controlling. And mean.” You mumbled, half-way asleep.

He gave you a sleepy chuckle. “Yeah but you like me. And don’t you dare lie, I’ve seen the way you look at me.” He argued.

You chuckled faintly, eyes closing on their own. “Bossy and controlling and mean, but handsome.” You corrected yourself.

“Hmm.” He liked how he was right. “Now go to sleep babygirl, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He leaned down and gave you a kiss on the forehead, and whispered, “I’m gonna place the world at your feet if you just ask for it. Don’t you worry about a thing, angel. You’re mine now, everything will be alright.”

At last, his girl was finally here with him. Totally, and entirely his.

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nastybuckybarnes · 4 years ago

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Monsters - Two

Pairing: Dark!Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a man who just wants to do better. But he can’t stop the monster from coming out every now and then. As a last and hopeless attempt at calming The Winter Soldier, SHIELD finds him something they figured would help. An innocent young woman with not a lot going for her. Or, The Winter Soldiers newest victim.

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Smut (DUBCON), Somnophilia, Injuries, Dark Themes, Language,

Word Count: 3.2K

A/n: Here you go! Pissed this out in like, an hour because I’m starting to really really like this series already lol. Hope you enjoy!

THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!!

Part One!

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You pace around the kitchen of the small house, fingers stuck in your hair, pulling it at the roots.

You've been here for four hours. Alone. The Captain gave you few words before pushing you into the house and closing the door behind himself, leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts and the worst-case-scenarios that your mind has been conjuring since leaving Fury's office.

There's no way for you to leave the house. That much you gathered quickly. After bruising your fingers trying to pry the door open, and wracking your brain trying to figure out a loophole for the DNA keypad, you gave up. The windows are all made of the thickest glass you've ever encountered, and nothing you’ve thrown at them made them crack in the slightest.

So you brought yourself to the kitchen, hoping to find a weapon to use to defend yourself, only to be disappointed. All the cabinets and drawers are locked. Why everything is locked and reinforced so much, you have no clue. And it only makes you more nervous.

Now you pace, back and forth and back and forth in the kitchen, trying desperately to figure out what they have planned for you and why they're doing this. They're supposed to be heroes, for god's sake.

Protectors. And yet they lock you in a strange place, with no contact with the outside world and no chance of escape. You find yourself wondering if they're really any better than the people they fight.

The front door beeps twice then opens, freezing you mid-step.

You stare at one of the two hallways leading to the kitchen, each hallway meeting in the front foyer and leading to the front door. The fact that there are two ways to access the kitchen puts you at ease and on edge at the same time. You won't know where the intruder is coming from, but you'll have an escape if they mean to harm you.

You strain your ears, listening intently for whoever is in the house. It's futile, however, because anyone entering the house would be a highly trained spy and would know how to stay quiet and be undetected.

"Jesus Christ, they really did it," A male voice whispers from behind you. You spin around, facing the hallway behind you. You stare up at him and instantly recognize him as the Winter Soldier.

He's wearing a casual outfit, black fitted jeans and a black hoodie, hands shoved into his pockets. His hair is long and unkempt around his head, and his eyes are a striking blue that seems to stare straight through your body and into your soul.

He remembers seeing a picture of you, one picture among thousands of others of women that fury deemed 'replaceable'. His lack of regard for human life made the metal armed soldier uneasy, and seeing you here in front of him makes him feel sick to his stomach.

"A-are you gonna hurt me?" The words fly from your lips before you can stop them, and you flinch away from him, squeezing your eyes shut as you anticipate a hostile move on his part.

He sighs, the sound bordering on a scoff, and shakes his head, metal fingers coming up and raking through his hair.

"No. I'm not gonna hurt you. Not on purpose." You peak your eyes open at that, curious about his intentions.

"C-Captain Rogers and Commander Fury said that I'm here to 'personally help you' and to 'take care of you'... what do they mean by that?" He looks at your frightened eyes then down to the ground.

"I uh... it..." He shakes his head and groans.

"I've been... falling back into old habits. At night... I get triggered into the soldier. And I've been trying to... hurt my female companions lately. The Captain thinks that having a woman to help satisfy my... primal desires will make me less of a hazard on the field." The words roll over in your mind and you look up at him.

"So I've been taken as some sort of sex slave?!" He winces at the way you spit the ugly words, not wanting to think about it like that.

"Well... no... I don't know! I was opposed to it, but they insisted. So... I picked you out of everyone. You've got a pretty face... and your body..." He trails off, eyes roaming up and down your figure then returning to your eyes. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and nods. "Out of everyone, I'm glad it was you. You're... perfect." You ignore his compliments and shake your head.

"Do you realize that I've been taken against my will here?! I've been brought here to service you in a way that I don't want to. And now I'm going to be forced to have sex with you? None of this is consensual! None of this is right!" You shake your head angrily, trying to come up with a solution.

"You said you're against it, so tell them to let me go! I didn't agree to any of this!"

"Did you or did you not willingly come meet with me?" You jump, spinning around quickly as Fury walks into the room, arms crossed over his chest. Your hands tremble, anger and fear chasing each other through your veins.

"You willingly came to the tower to meet me. You accepted the job by coming in for the meeting. You cannot by law say that that was against any of your human rights. You accepted a job then came in to learn about the requirements. That is your own fault." You shake your head, hands clenching into fists.

"I changed my mind during the meeting. I told you I didn't want to do it. I signed no contract, I made no legally binding agreement." The man in front of you grins.

"There's fine print in everything I send. The email specifically said 'by going to this meeting I am accepting the position and all it entails'. It's not my fault you didn't read it. Now I advise you to stop complaining. Who knows, maybe you'll enjoy this position, and any others he decides to put you in."

You grimace and glance over your shoulder at the soldier. His cheeks are pink and he's staring at the ground.

"Now, I came to drop off your belongings. They're being put into the bedroom as we speak. I took the liberty of throwing in a few things I thought the two of you may need. Now, Barnes, any questions?"

You turn around and look at the brunet, eyes pleading with him to tell the other man to call this whole thing off. He stares into your eyes for a long silent moment then looks over your shoulder.

"I think this arrangement will help my performance on the field and in the office. I want to get started right away." Your heart sinks and you shake your head.

"Alright. By all means," Fury gestures towards you and you turn away from the brunet, tears prickling your eyes.

You go to push past the dark-skinned man when he grabs you by the wrist, staring at you with hard eyes.

"I can be a very patient man, but even my patience has limits. You agreed to this position, you chose your fate. Don't blame anyone else for your lack of attention to detail." You tear your arm from him and level him with a hard glare.

"Barnes, bring her upstairs. If she can't be talked into submission, maybe other methods will work better." An arm is wound around your waist and you start thrashing immediately.

"No! Let me go! Stop!" He ignores you, scooping you up in his arms with ease and taking you up the stairs.

"Let go of me! Help! Please! Someone Help!" He pushes into a huge bedroom and tosses you onto the bed, arms crossing over his chest as he stares at you.

"No one can hear you," Fury says, coming into the room shortly after. Tears streak down your face and you glare at both of them.

"Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be out ruining another innocent person's life?" He chuckles and looks over at the soldier.

"You've got a fiery one. Have fun with her." He turns and leaves the room, the beep of the lock letting you know that he's left the house.

You and James have a staredown as you sit on the bed and he stands by the wall, not moving, simply staring at you.

You finally give in, looking down at your hands, fingers trembling. "Please don't do it," you whisper, desperation dripping from your words. He sighs heavily and you feel the few shards of hope you have left glue themselves back together.

"Please. I just... please don't hurt me." When you look up he's directly in front of you, making you gasp.

"Why are you so against it?" He asks suddenly.

"I just..." You don't want to confess your fear to the man in front of you. You don't want him to know that he haunts your nightmares already.

"If you can't give me a good reason then why shouldn't I?" His voice is harder than before, stern, with an aggravated edge to it.

You take a deep breath and clench your hands into fists.

"Because you scare me," you finally whisper. "I've heard so many stories... seen so many things... and you scare me. I don't want to believe them but... this makes me wonder if they're all right about you. If you're truly the monster they say you are." The air is still and heavy with the weight of your words, and you find yourself regretting them instantly.

A metal hand is suddenly around your throat, pushing you and forcing you back on the mattress until your back hits the headboard.

You grab his wrist fruitlessly, struggling to drag in a breath as you look up at him. His eyes are dark with anger, and his chest is heaving.

"A monster? You think I'm a monster?!" He chuckles lowly without humour, shaking his head as he kneels on the bed. "I'll show you a fucking monster." He lets go of your throat and you gasp, coughing as the pressure gets released. You're definitely going to have finger-shaped bruises in the morning.

He grabs your knees and tears them apart, ignoring the scream of pain that leaves your lips as you feel a muscle in your thigh get pulled.

"Do you know how easy this is for me?" He demands, grabbing the fabric of your shirt and tearing it down the middle.

"Overpowering you is nothing to me. I could break you so fucking easily if I really wanted to. If I wanted to be a monster. I could make you cry and scream and wish for death." You sob loudly, fighting to free yourself as he presses his half-hard length against your centre through the layers of clothing separating the two of you.

"If I wanted to fuck you, I would. If I wanted to show you how much of a fucking monster I can be, I would. Because I can. And there's nothing you can do about it. You'll never be strong enough to fight back, strong enough to run. You belong to me now. Realize it. Embrace it. And don't fucking get on my bad side or you'll regret it."

He pushes off of you, kneeling between your legs and glaring down at you where you lay. You're shaking and sobbing, but he gives no indication that he cares.

"You haven't seen a monster yet, but test me again and I'll show you what a monster really looks like." You hiccup another sob, eyes staying trained on him. He glares at you for a moment longer before spitting at you. You flinch, humiliation pumping through your body as he chuckles.

"You're pathetic," he whispers, pushing himself off of the bed and leaving the room without another word.

You stay trembling and crying on the bed for what feels like hours after that, not moving for fear of aggravating your captor and your injured leg.

Meanwhile, Bucky sits in the living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand and regret swimming in his mind. He didn't mean to hurt you so bad, but you calling him a monster when you have no idea what he's been through? He won't tolerate that. He needed to put you in your place. To show you who you belong to. If you cooperate, you can enjoy yourself but if you misbehave, you'll be punished.

~*~

You're not sure when you fall asleep, but you're slowly roused from your slumber by a warm tongue sweeping itself over your clit.

A soft moan leaves your lips and your roll your hips gently, sleep clouding your thoughts.

The mouth disappears only to be replaced by something hot and big. Your eyelids flutter before slowly opening, and you feel confusion fill you as a big body hovers over you.

"Wh-what...?" You trail off, mouth dropping open in a silent moan as the man pushes his cock inside of you, stretching you out in the most perfectly painful way.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" He asks, voice thick and husky, the slightest twinge of a Russian accent decorating his words. Your hands find his shoulders and you blink a few times, the events of the day rushing into your brain.

"Wait... s-stop..." He doesn't. Instead, he cradles your head in his hands and presses gentle kisses to your face.

"You're okay. It feels nice. You like it. It feels good when you listen." His voice is so deep and perfect... you can't help but nod.

"This is what you're here for," he grunts, pumping into you harder. He grabs your hips and pulls out of you, only to flip you onto your stomach.

"This is why they brought you here. You're here for me to fuck. For me to have." He pushes back in and you gasp as he hits deeper than before.

"Yeah... feels so good... you were made for me, weren't you?" You find yourself nodding to his words again. He fucks into you hard and fast, his mind focused on his own release.

"Your cunt is so nice and tight and wet. So perfect for me. Waiting for me to fuck it, destroy it." You mewl in response, arching your back as he pounds into you, the slap of his hips against your ass making you even wetter for him.

You block out the shame of it all, ignore the fact that a few hours ago, this man was hurting and humiliating you.

His thrusts stutter for a moment before he picks up the pace again, this time reaching his metal fingers around to toy with your clit. "Gonna make you cum on my cock. You might not admit it, but you fuckin' love getting used like a dirty little whore. You like having your pussy fucked full of my fat cock. You fucking love it."

Your body starts convulsing, pussy clenching hard around him as he pushes you over the edge into an orgasm. Your eyes roll back, head spinning at the intensity of it.

"Fuckin' feel that... fuck... Fuck!" He spills inside of you, warm white filling you up then spilling out over your swollen cunt.

He pulls out and collapses on the bed beside you, panting hard. Your body aches, pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing while his seed spills out of you, staining the sheets.

You lower your hips and stretch out on your stomach, catching your breath and riding the aftershocks of your climax.

He rubs your back gently and you're surprised by the intimate and kind gesture.

"You only get punished when you're bad," he whispers. You don't acknowledge him and he sighs.

"I'll probably come to you again tonight, and I'll probably be rougher. I can't control myself when he takes over. If you fight back then it'll only be worse for you. Just lie back and take it, okay?" You still say nothing, yelping when his hand comes down hard on your ass. "Okay," you finally whisper, skin burning where he hit you.

"Good. Now, I'm gonna go make dinner. I expect you down in half an hour." He climbs off the bed without another word and leaves the room.

You stay there, silent tears sliding down your face at the fact that this man just fucked you, but worse, you liked it.

~*~

Dinner is silent, you limping to the table and wincing every time you shift your weight. Your ass burns, your pussy aches, and you definitely tore something in your thigh.

But Bucky seems to be in good spirits.

You only manage to force down a few bites before you push your plate away, stomach flipping uncomfortably.

“Eat,” he says, staring at your full plate then looking up to your eyes.

“I’m not hungry,” you whisper, voice rough and scratchy from the way he crushed your throat earlier. He sighs heavily and tosses his fork onto the table, leaning forward to look at you.

“My goal wasn’t to hurt you. Just to show you that I’m only a monster if you want me to be. I can be nice to you. I made you cum twice while you slept.”

That explains the deep throb in your pussy.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I think they’re right. I need you. More importantly, the soldier needs you. I think I'll be able to control him better. I know you’re not the biggest fan of this, but you’ve gotta admit that you enjoyed it.” You say nothing, but the way you shift in your seat makes him grin.

“This can be good for both of us. Just relax and accept it. I won’t hurt you again, not on purpose. And not unless you give me a reason to.” You simply nod, not wanting to be having any type of conversation with this man.

“Hate it all you want, but you can’t deny your body’s reaction to me. Just give in.” You glare at your plate, the word ‘monster’ bouncing around in your mind as he resumes eating as if he isn't holding you hostage here.

~*~

You can’t sleep. Your body aches too much and you’re far too terrified of him visiting you in the form of the Soldier.

It’s a little past two in the morning, and you’re fighting your heavy lids when the door to what he deemed as ‘your’ bedroom opens.

His eyes are dark and distant, and you know that this isn’t the same man as before.

He’s naked, cock hanging freely between his legs. An impressive nine inches of thick, hard flesh, waiting to abuse your cunt yet again.

He climbs onto the bed and pulls the blankets away from your body. You try to relax, you really do, but with the rough way he strips you of your clothes, it’s hard not to panic.

His hands come beside your head as he situates himself between your thighs, his huge frame making you feel even smaller and even more intimidated. He nudges his hard cock at your entrance and you wince as he pushes in with little preparation.

It stings. The stretch and pull off his cock dragging against your walls.

He gives you no time to get adjusted before he starts a fast and borderline brutal pace, not giving a single fuck about the way he’s abusing your pussy. You whimper, hands coming up and instinctively pushing against his shoulders to try and get him to slow down.

He mutters something in Russian, then grabs your hands and pins them above your head, squeezing your wrists together tightly in his metal hand. You yelp in pain, trying to twist into a more comfortable position. He doesn’t let up and you accept the pain, allowing it to distract you from the vicious way he’s fucking you. His other hand grabs your legs and pulls them up over his shoulders, leaning down so his body is hovering just above yours.

His hips slam into you, cock hitting your cervix painfully with each thrust.

“Ow! S-slow down, please! I-it hurts!” You beg him to have mercy, and he quickly grows tired of hearing your voice. The hand supporting his weight comes up and presses hard on your throat. With no free hands, he presses harder against your wrists to keep himself upright, the pressure on your neck growing with each savage thrust of his hips.

The edges of your vision start to get spotty and black, your mouth parted in a desperate attempt to drag in a breath of air. Your body starts going numb, and soon you can’t even feel him inside of you. Your ears start to ring and after a painfully long moment, the world goes black.

The soldier continues fucking your pliant body, even after you’ve passed out. He fucks you hard and fast until he finally finishes.

He cums hard, filling you up with his seed and leaving his mark on your abused walls. He pulls out of you with a soft grunt, then leaves you alone and unconscious in the middle of the bed, cum painting your swollen pussy white, and bruises already forming on your wrists and neck.

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basically-i-write-shit · 4 years ago

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“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.”

The first time Reki hears this specific phrase is at one of Miya’s legal skate matches. He and Langa had to sneak out of school to go see it, but they’d promised Miya and, honestly, school is boring anyway. It had felt like a spy movie trying to sneak off of school grounds. One short train ride later finds them in the stands of an indoor arena, waiting patiently for Miya’s race to begin, chatting idly.

“So these jumps in snowboarding, are they-”

“See, I told you we were late!” A familiar voice cuts Reki off, and he turns his head in the direction he’d heard it, gasping when he sees two of the last people he’d expected to see at a middle school skateboard race.

“We aren’t late, look at the board dimwit! Chinen is next,”

“We should’ve been here for the first race, it’s only polite! Miya probably thinks we didn’t come now.”

“Well whose fault is it that the server you scheduled to come in for the time you’d be gone didn’t show?”

“Not mine!”

“Oh rea-”

“Uh, Joe...Cherry...people’re looking.”

Joe and Cherry seem to finally remember they’re in public at Reki’s quiet whisper, and they pause their search for an open seat in the bleachers. “Ah. Reki. Langa.”

“What a coincidence.” Joe says, his cheeks dusted a light pink. He slips into the spot next to Reki. “Might as well sit here, eh, Kaoru?”

Cherry grumbles, sitting delicately next to Joe, arms crossed over his chest. “I suppose. Aren’t you boys supposed to be in school right now?”

“Half day,” Langa and Reki reply immediately, like they’d rehearsed. They both know that Joe and Cherry, of all people, know better; they also know neither of them could care less.

“Sure, sure. Hey look- Miya’s match is starting.” They turn to look at the arena once more when Joe points, and he’s right; Miya is lining up at the start with two other boys his age. The timer counts down and the race begins.

Watching Miya skate outside of S is interesting. Maybe it’s because there’s no sudden turns or extreme jumps, but he just seems so...bored. He easily overtakes the two boys and laps them once before he slows down, seemingly to allow the other boys to catch up so the race doesn’t end too quickly. Reki is amazed by some of the tricks he’s able to pull off, but he’s always impressed by Miya’s ability. By time the final lap comes around, Miya looks resigned to once again being the clear winner, and he looks resolutely to the stands only to catch sight of the strange quartet that is his friend group.

A bright smile slips onto Miya’s face, and he looks like he forgets he’s skating a minute because one of the other boys passes him, and that finally snaps him out of it. He speeds up and is just barely able to pass the other boy before he meets the finish line. The arena is full of cheers, but Reki and Langa holler loud enough they hear their voices echoing even as the cheers die down. The next race is beginning, but the race they came to see is over and so they hop up and make their way down to the hallway just outside the main part of the arena to wait for Miya. As they wait, they see an older looking couple waiting by the doors as well. Reki doesn’t mean to evesdrop, really, but he can’t really help it- they're not even two meters away.

“I’m glad we made it just in time. I feel horrible we have to leave so quickly after the race, though.”

“Oh, he understands, dear. At least we’re always here for what counts.”

“I wonder if he looks for us in the stands, before each match. Lord knows he doesn’t have the time to look while he’s skating. What if he doesn’t even know we’re here until he comes out?”

“You worry too much. Didn’t you see him earlier? I don’t think I’ve seen our Miya smile like that in ages! He definitely saw us.”

Those are Miya’s parents?

Just then, Miya comes out and immediately locks eyes with Reki. He grins, running up to the group, and is immediately met with pats on the back from Reki and a noogie from Joe, Cherry and Langa choosing to more politely congratulate him for his win. Reki watches Miya’s parents as their faces morph into shock, and he feels bad kind of. Miya’s father’s phone rings before they can call Miya’s name, and they’re rushing down the hall before Reki can tell Miya they’re waiting for him.

The second time Reki hears it, he’s at Langa’s place. They’d gone back to Langa’s after school because it was quieter, and they needed to actually do homework because they were both kind of sucking in Japanese lit; they blame it on skipping class to see Miya’s match, even though they were both doing bad before.

Sure, going to S later was also a benefit of hangingout after school, but it was mostly studying.

Mostly.

Langa’s mother, at some point, had come home from work and started on dinner but she was so quiet that neither of them had heard her over the low music they were playing while they did (or, more realistically, attempted) their work. She was so quiet, in fact, that she genuinely scares Reki when she knocks and enters Langa’s bedroom- he isn’t able to hide the shriek that slips from his mouth, nor can he hide the fact that he’s so scared he falls straight off of Langa’s bed and onto the floor. There’s a moment of shocked silence before Langa bursts out laughing, falling onto his back on the bed as he hides his face behind his textbook. Reki’s cheeks burn, and he takes the first thing he can find from Langa’s floor, an abandoned house slipper, and throws it at his friend. He misses and the slipper falls pathetically between the mattress and the wall.

“Hey! It’s not funny!” Reki whines. “Mrs. Hasegawa, I’m sorry, but you scared the crap outta me! We didn’t hear you come in!”

Mrs. Hasegawa isn’t laughing at him, but she does have a smile on her face as she replies, “Sorry Reki-kun! I’m glad you two weren’t doing anything I didn’t want to see, if you didn’t hear me then. I just wanted to let you boys know dinner’s ready. I assume you’re staying?”

Reki decidedly ignores the flush that climbs up his neck and ears at the suggestive comment. “Y- Yes please, Mrs. Hasegawa. Thank you.”

“Just come out whenever you’re ready, boys.” Mrs. Hasegawa smiles once more as she ducks out of Langa’s bedroom, and Reki turns to Langa who’s calmed down slightly, but still allows chuckles to shake his shoulders.

“You’re the worst.”

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t expect that reaction. You’re really easy to scare, aren’t you?” Langa asks, still laughing. Reki rolls his eyes.

“Whatever. I’m hungry, are we gonna eat or not?”

“I’m almost done with this section, and I want to write what I have before I forget. You can go sit with my mom, I’ll be out in five minutes tops.”

“As long as I’m allowed to start eating without you, otherwise I’ll just sit and wait.”

“Go and eat while it’s warm, but I can’t tell you it’ll be good. Dad was always the cook.” Langa says, not looking up from his notebook, and Reki nods as he climbs off the floor.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He calls over his shoulder, making his way to the door. It feels nice that Langa is slowly relaxing around him enough to talk about his dad, even if it’s just in offhanded comments like that. He’s never lost someone, himself, but he’s sure it’s hard to do.

Mrs. Hasegawa is setting up three plates at the small kitchen table when Reki enters the main part of the apartment, and she smiles at him.

“I know you two usually eat in Langa’s room when you’re over, but this is a little messy so I’d rather you eat in the kitchen. Sorry the table’s so small...”

“Oh, it’s no problem, I don’t mind! I usually eat at the table with my family, so it’s not too different to me, really.” Reki rubs at the back of his neck, smiling shyly at Langa’s mother. They haven’t really interacted much, and he’s always felt kinda awkward meeting friends’ parents. But it’s alright. Langa’s mom is cool. She lets her kid sneak out well past midnight and doesn’t ask about it, and always sends Langa to school with cool snacks in his bag. “So, uh- what’s for dinner, Mrs. Hasegawa?”

“Nanako’s fine,” She says, smiling, and Reki returns it. “It’s probably underwhelming, Langa still prefers american food over anything, so it’s just alfredo. It’s kinda hard to find here, but I should’ve figured that, haha!”

“Oh, I had that at Jo- at a friend’s place once! Langa said we could start eating, by the way, he’s just finishing a section on our homework.”

“Hopefully not copying off of you,” Nanako says, and Reki can’t tell if she’s joking or not. She laughs, and Reki laughs along as they sit down, her on one of the wooden chairs and Reki on the fold-out chair Nanako pulled out for him. She sighs as she scoops some of the pasta on the three plates evenly, handing Reki a fork. “I never did say thank you for becoming friends with him. So, thank you, Reki.”

Reki blushes and he sputters, looking at her. “Wh- What?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Langa happy. Since Oliver, he’s been...well, he hasn’t been himself. There were a few months where I wasn’t, either, before I realized I needed to take care of the both of us." Nanako says, her eyes sad as she looks at the pictureof Oliver they keep near the table. She turns back toReki. "And what happened, just now, I- Reki, I haven’t seen Langa smile like that in ages. Probably even before his dad died. So- thank you. You’re so important to him, and I thank the heavens every day for the change you brought to his life.”

And then there’s tears in Nanako’s eyes, and Reki can’t breathe, and he searches for something to say but he can’t come up with anything, and he’s about to just up and hug her when a hand falls on Reki’s shoulder.

“Did you make my mom cry for scaring you, Reki?”

“Sh- Shut up, bro, I did not!”

The third, and most unexpected, time Reki hears that specific phrase is actually at S. or, contextually, in Joe’s restaurant after S. The high of his near-win against Adam is beginning to wear off, and so while he waits for Langa to come back from dropping Miya off at home with the dope sketch bike he allows himself to lay his head on the table and close his eyes. His back and upper arms where he’d been dragged against the cliff are beginning to ache, and he’s sure he’s all scraped up, and he thanks the gods that the adrenaline at least carried him out of Crazy Rock and through a very carb-heavy late night snack.

Joe is a bit tipsy, stumbling around as he works to clean up the mess they’d made; he’d been making conversation with Cherry through the open door of the kitchen, but Cherry’s responses had slowly begun to slow and slur until they just finally stopped, the pain killers he’s on knocking him out, leaving Reki and Cherry in similar positions next to one another at the table. Reki feels at peace with the gentle sound of Joe washing dishes and occasionally cursing when he drops one too hard in the sink. So at peace that he actually does drift off, until he feels a hand petting his head gently, and Langa’s voice returns to his ears.

“..t home okay?”

“Yeah. I stayed and made sure he made it through his window alright.”

“Ah, I remember when Kaoru and I had to sneak out,” Joe sighs fondly. Reki keeps his eyes closed, suddenly exhausted. It doesn’t seem like they’re leaving just yet; Langa will shake him awake when it’s time. “It’s been a while since we’ve had to do that, though. Sometimes I wish we could go back to those days.”

“Do you?” Reki can practically hear the way Langa cocks his head as he asks his question.

“I mean, I wouldn’t want to be seventeen or making the same mistakes we did back then, but I do kind of miss the excitement that comes with sneaking out. Trying not to wake the parents, hiding the scrapes and bruises we got the night before.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure how Reki manages to lie to his mom about half of the injuries he gets,” Langa says, huffing out a laugh. Reki hides his face in his arm, smiling. It’s a bitch lying his way out of things sometimes. “Luckily most of his injuries from tonight are under his shirt, but still...”

Joe whistles. “Yeah, that looked like it’s gonna hurt later. You’ll make sure he cleans everything up when you get him home, and maybe do a concussion check before you let him go to sleep.”

“Of course.”

“Good, good...” Joe says, and then there’s a few seconds of silence before he lets out a sigh. “...God, that was a great fuckin’ race, though.”

Langa chuckles. “Yeah.”

“The kid scared me a bit, but that call with the wheels was a good one. Never in my years skating at S would I have thought to check the weather before a beef.”

“Reki’s so smart. He knows so much about skating, and whenever I ask he somehow finds a new thing to tell me about. He’s amazing.”

Reki fights the urge to groan, his face wrinkling against his sleeve. He wants to deny it, to whine and push Langa’s hand away in faux annoyance, but he just continues to pretend to sleep.

“Reki’s a good kid. And he managed to humiliate Adam tonight, on top of almost winning against him, so I think that’s a win in itself.” Joe says, only sounding a little jealous that it wasn’t him that got to embarrass his childhood friend. “God, that was hilarious.”

“It was.” There’s a smile in Langa’s voice, too. Reki smiles. He’d spent so long worrying that Langa would prefer Adam over him for nothing.

“He fell off his board- ha, the asshole was covered in mud! Did you see him?” Reki peers his eyes open and sees Joe, his face flushed from alcohol, his hair pushed back with a headband, grinning up at the ceiling. “Ka- Kaoru, you should’ve seen him- I haven’t- I haven’t...I haven’t seen him smile like that in ages. Adam fucked him up, when we were younger, y’know...”

Joe trails off, before he looks down and sees Reki’s now open eyes. He smiles.

“Hey, speedster. How ya doin’?”

Reki lifts his head and yawns, Langa’s hand falling from his hair. “’m fine, thanks Joe. Talkin’ about the race?”

“Yeah. You did great out there, kid. Now you two should get home and rest; I’m gonna finish cleaning up and do the same. Get Kaoru back to his place.”

Reki, still half-asleep, nods and allows Langa to herd him out the door. There’s a deep ache in his back and arms, a headache throbbing in his temples, but he can’t find it in himself to care. He settles in behind Langa and leans his heavy head against his friend’s shoulder.

"Hey Langa?"

"Hm?"

"...thanks for sticking around. I've got some cool friends."

There's a pause as Langa turns to look over at his shoulder at Reki. There's a crooked smile on his face and his eyebrows are raised. "I'm glad to have you as a friend too Reki. What brought that on?"

"Nothing. Just wanted to tell ya."

#sk8 fic #skate the infinity #sk8 the infinity fic #reki kyan #sk8 reki #long post #miya chinen #langa hasegawa #kojiro nanjo #kaoru sakurayashiki #i just realized shadow isnt in this 🥺 sorry buddy

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dimeadoesnt · 3 years ago

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New fic is up!

I’ve been sitting on this one a while, but the first chapter is up here and on AO3!

Rating: teen and up

Warning: (semi)graphic depictions of violence

Word count: 4,418

Lone wolf

Summary: A brief hunting trip leads to more trouble than anyone could have anticipated after sniper is left with an unnatural bite, from an unnatural source.Not that anyone should be surprised, this is hardly the strangest thing to happen to happen to them

Ch. 1: predator and prey

Despite the growing warmth of spring, Romania’s winter clung stubbornly to all that would allow it. The winds still nipped at exposed skin, the ground was still firm throughout valleys and glades, and despite the burning of circuitry and searing bullet-holes, what was once the shells of robots turned icy in a matter of minutes. In all it had taken a little less than a day for four of Mann Co.‘s mercenaries to rid the world of them, if for no other reason than they stood in the way of gathering intelligence. It wasn’t as if they had a choice in the matter, programming was unquestioned, undoubted, and undisturbed in its complicity of ‘shoot what moves.’ Granted, that hardly seemed important when they all ended up as scrap metal anyways.

At least those were the thoughts silently floating around Snipers mind as he sat atop one of the larger bots they’d done in, pulling against his bowstring to test the weight it could pull after a few adjustments.

He’d made up his mind that a hunt wouldn’t be a half-bad idea. Evening was falling on their little group now waiting for confirmation on their return plan, but with the nearby forests shadows stretching on to cast shade along the hidden base, grabbing a few provisions seemed the right choice. A deer if he was lucky, or a few rabbits if they were not. Engineer would probably take what he was offered, scout ate almost anything put in front of him and spy... well spy could complain all he wanted, food was food and if he wanted something better he could find it himself.

The sharpshooter mulled over how much gear he would actually need, giving pause as he decided packing light would prove effective, the less he had weighing him down the better. He gave pause to his thoughts however, as his attention was pulled from them to the slight shift of weight behind him.

“What dyou want, mongrel?” He asked, going back to examining his gear by smoothing out the fletching between his fingers.

“How’d you know I was behind you?” Scout asked, rounding out from behind the automatons husk with an aggrieved glare. “I was quiet as hell, like a literal mouse couldn’t do any better.”

“Owls hear mice all the time, consider it a predator vs prey thing.”

“You callin me prey?”

“I’m callin you easy to catch. Now what dyou want? I’m about to head out.”

“Oh for real?” Scout asked, any hint of annoyance quickly melting away in favor of a thinly veiled excitement. “That’s actually what I was gonna ask about! So I know you go survivor mode sometimes, decide ya wanna rough it for a while somewhere not here- well not *here* exactly, but wherever we are, and head out to wherever you go when you do this. No clue where that is, considering we’re usually in the middle of nowhere, but I gotta assume you found someplace half decent. Anyways, not the point- what I’m gettin at is: you like to hunt, right?”

Sniper gave a quick nod, used to the younger man taking detours in his road of thought by now.

“Right! So you know all the ins and outs of it?” Another nod. “Awesome! So let’s say, hypothetically, that if someone asked, you would show them how to hunt.”

From the outside it seemed the suggestion hadn’t phased the huntsman, half his face obscured by shades and the wide-brimmed hat, though beneath the shade his eyes squinted as he stared scout down, brows furrowed and suspicious.

“You want me to show you?” He asked, voice flat despite the surprise; an opening scout readily pounced on.

“Well since you’re offering I don’t see why not! Thanks, pal, knew you were a good guy. I’ll grab my stuff and meet ya in like, two minutes.”

Before any protest could be uttered, scout was gone. Perhaps rabbit would be on the menu- and a very loud one at that if nothing else could be caught.

The hike hadn’t been much of a problem. The distance between their enemy’s ex-outpost and the wilderness was nigh nonexistent as it bordered the edge where trees staggered into the valley. Instead the problems began to occur the further into the tree line they trekked. Shadows grew darker, and distant sounds of wildlife echoed to sound both much closer and much further away at the same time, at least to an untrained ear.

There were plenty of issues in bringing someone inexperienced along for a hunt, however the one scout seemed to have the most trouble with was the very idea of being quiet- a fact that would surprise nobody if they were to hear it. The runner trampled twigs and underbrush like he was trying to make a path, and he swatted at limbs and moss as if to knock them down entirely. The worst though was the fact that he did not know how to stop talking. Even when trying to be quiet the young man opted for a stage whisper instead of silence, asking every now and then how deep they would go, what exactly they were looking for, how soon it would be before he could bag something and bring it back. Sniper indulged in a few of the questions, though the deeper in, the less he spoke at all.

Another minute or so and the pair had come to a halt, looking between a small parting of grass, and a thinning of trees. A self-assured grin made itself at home on the marksmans face as he held a hand up, moving scout to settle in behind a tree before grappling the limbs of its neighbor until he was hidden among the lower branches, whispering for scout to watch closely. Unfortunately, scout himself seemed to have different plans.

“Watch?” He hissed. “What dyou mean watch? I’m takin down what I see.”

“No, you’re not.” Sniper said flatly. “There’s more to it than just taking the shot, if you make a mistake it’ll end badly for everyone.” There was no room for argument there, despite how scout very much wanted to. While the Australian was normally a surprisingly patient man, he was just as much so a creature of routine and practice.

Within a few seconds they had fallen completely silent, save for the occasional shift, or scout plucking at grass, occasionally glancing back towards their target range with mounting boredom. Snipers slow shifting ceased after only a few moments, falling into a comfortable, practiced stillness while his eyes never once left the clearings edges.

Time passed immeasurably after that. The only frame of reference coming from the last rays of sun being replaced by the pale light of moonbeams breaking through the treetops. The air was still in only the way a forest without wind could be, and unsteadily silent, waiting for a disturbance to startle from its light sleep. Finely tuned instinct whispered to wait, to watch, and to forget hesitance the moment opportunity struck.

Eventually the instinct proved itself valuable when the sound of rustling leaves echoed across the glade. It was faint and careful, but the sound was distinctly the cautious pacing of a creature. within a minute the sloping curve of a deers head was peering in between the trees, apparently assessing the landscape before slowly stepping further into the pass.

Sniper readied his bow, thumbing over one of his arrows ends as he knocked it to his wire.

Slow breaths.

Focus.

Don’t blink.

He drew the bow taut, one eye slipping closed to center the arrows tip between the wide eyes of the timid creature. A deep breath and all breathing stopped, fingers slipping from the wire to let the arrow fly. and had he loosed it properly the shot would have hit perfectly, painlessly, and efficiently. Unfortunately, a sudden crash and shout startled the entire wood out of its tense sleep, as birds flew their nest and both predator and prey startled. sniper snapped the arrow into a tree, and the deer ran off full tilt the way it had come. The hunter turned to check on where scout had been sitting earlier only to find the spot was empty, and with that sudden realization, knew full well where the disturbance had come from.

He dropped from the trees limb onto the ground, trying to pick up on where the sound had come from, cursing scouts name to hell and back while also praying there were no bears nearby; and if there were that scout wasn’t foolhardy enough to try and disturb one. Another, closer, shout sounded off from his right, and while Sniper might have otherwise been livid at the absolute disregard shown for their entire outing, he was more focused on the look of absolute terror his teammate wore.

“We gotta go!” Scout snapped, stopping just long enough to tug and Snipers arm, which was just as soon yanked back.

“What happened?!” The larger man asked, grabbing scout by the shoulder to get some kind of answer before acting.

Scout gave a broad sweep toward the way he had come from. “It- I don’t know! I don’t know, there was this- it had to be some kinda messed up animal. All I know is that it was real big, real angry, and fast as all hell, so we gotta **GO** he urged once more, taking a step backwards towards the way they’d left the outpost.

“You want to drag whatever it is back with us?” The marksman scolded, moving to press his back against one of the massive trees. “If it can see us it’ll follow us. What we need is distance or a distraction otherwise it’s-“ his voice halted as a new ‘crash’ shook the ground; much heavier, and much closer than any had been before. Scout seemed to be all too aware of what it was, reaching over to yank the kukri from Snipers hip in an apparent knee-jerk reaction.

Both were well aware of what a calm before the storm felt like, and this was no different. Everything stood as still as an image. Nightbirds didn’t let out a note, deer and rabbits sat still wherever they were, and the two men in the forest barely breathed against the fragile air that surrounded them.

And it was all broken in a second.

Without warning, an animalistic yowl shook the very earth and a hulking mass launched itself from the shadows, its weight slamming into snipers side like a bullet train. All at once the air was knocked from his lungs as predator and prey slammed into the trees base. There was only a second to get any bearings, but that second slowed to eternity at the sight of the attacker. In the light of the moon both men got an unhindered look at the terrible creature.

Thick hair black as pitch stood on end, back hunched forward on legs too long for comfort. A large maw curled back into a sinister, sharp snarl, its long fangs shooting out to gnash at its target. Worst of all though we’re those eyes. Pupils pierced through a wide ring of brown like daggers, while the rest was filled with white. Stark, pallid, bone white- visible in all directions around the pale brown irises.

An unsettling discomfort pierced Snipers chest when he looked into those eyes, getting the distinct feeling that they knew exactly what they were looking at, and that the mind behind them was smarter than its exterior. It knew that it was stronger than them. It knew that it was fast enough to catch any movement. And it knew it wanted these sharp little things in its forest gone.

The second ended, and the beast launched itself forward again with a growl so deep it rumbled in the base of the hunters chest. Reflexively he lifted his hands, catching the creatures face in a shaky grip, matted fur held tight between his fingers as he tugged it away. Snapping teeth shot forward, yanking one of the hands free from their grip, and on instinct the arm was brought up in front of snipers neck. A second of numbness followed, though a deep spattering of blood began dripping from the creatures maw to feed the roots of the tree.

Animal attacks were rarely something to brush off, but this one in particular stung in the way electricity might. It burned, seared, and scorched as the teeth buried so deeply into the arm that no sound could escape his chest, only the feeling of his jaw clenching hard enough that his teeth creaked. A flash of fear shoved its way into snipers mind, shouting that they didn’t have a doctor on hand. They didn’t even know if the teleported between America and Europe were running yet. What he did know was how long it took for an untreated wound to get infected. He did know how long it took for someone to bleed out.

Then suddenly the pressure was gone. The beasts jaw snapped open to let out a shrill cry, jumping to the side with a staggering limp. Fur began to dampen at its hip, and if the kukri now shining a slick red in scouts hand was any indicator, the wolf had forgotten it was a fight of two against one. A professional never missed an opening, and a hunter never misused his weapons. Sniper reached over his shoulder to his quiver to pull one of the thin rods forward.

An animals shriek echoed through the woods as the arrow found itself firmly lodged between two of the monsters ribs. Perhaps he shouldn’t have felt quite so satisfied when the monster shuffled further away, snapping down towards the thorn in its side, but the feeling of vindication was enough to get him moving.

“I told you!” Scout called, his first few paces back to base being backwards, still holding the knife outward at the wolf as it twisted and snapped at the pains between its chest and pelvis. As it turned out, panic and survival instinct proved very useful in weaving between trees and thickets, neither sparing a second to look back until the abandoned base was in view, and only stopped once the heavy sound of the doors slamming shut and locking echoed through the room.

The base was cold by now, but safe, and as the pair stood backs flush against the wall, breath coming in heavy, short bursts, the rush of the chase slowly wore off. visions of sharp teeth faded in favor of the bleak grey walls that surrounded them, and the chill of wind was replaced by the still coldness of a room not built for humans.

Scout was the first to come out of it properly, much to Snipers own surprise. His breathing was still shaky, but slowed to something resembling normal as a minute or so passed. He dropped the knife with a loud clatter and gave himself a quick pat down, apparently making sure everything was still there, and while he was relieved to see he was unharmed beyond bruises and scrapes, a glance at his companion revealed that the same could not be said in his case.

“Oh Jesus.” Scout muttered. looking down himself sniper had to agree that it was a fair assessment. The bite was deep, clearly showing torn muscle while thick rivers of blood lazily rolled down his arm and dropped to the floor. Sniper had seen enough viscera and gore in his life to remain unphased at gruesome maulings, but this felt different from any kind of mammals bite he’d gotten before. As feeling came back it reminded him more like the pierce of a vipers fangs, setting his nerves on edge with a feeling of hot pins and needles crawling up his arm and across his chest; the huntsman’s brain became addled and muddy, though if he had the chance to think logically he should have been more concerned about nerve damage and blood loss than any invasive thought of snakes. Seeing as how he wasn’t thinking logically though, he could only slide down the wall, landing with a heavy ‘thump’ against the concrete floor. Distantly he was aware that something was being said, though it was so indistinct he paid it no mind. He was tired, that was what mattered.Breathing grew shallow and slow, and the last image before darkness were those dark, terrible eyes staring back at him.

The first thing he was aware of was a loud rumbling from below. Eyes still closed, the distinct hum of an engine, and what must have been the rolling of gravel. Everything felt heavy, and even the slightest movements made his body ache in protest, only made all the more uncomfortable by the now familiar shifts and bumps of what could only be a car in motion. Sniper let out a low groan and ran a hand over his face, thankful for once that he didn’t have sunglasses blocking anything.

Across from him there was a loud ‘thud’, accompanied by an enthusiastic ‘oh thank god.’ coming from an all too familiar voice. He tried to blink away the burn in his eyes and sit up, though only managed to get himself propped up on his elbows. In that time scout had gotten up from where he’d been sitting and opened the window between the front seat and the cargo area of their truck

“Yo, sleepin’ beauty’s finally up” he called, earning a glare tossed back from the mentioned sleeper. Regardless, the response he got was genuine, and the relief in Engineers voice settled a slight tension in the hunters chest.

“well if that ain’t a relief I don’t know what is.” The southerners warm voice echoed back. “Hows he doin? Any problems we oughta stop for?”

“Uh, lemme check.” Scout responded, turning to speak directly at the prone marksman. “Hey, snipes, how ya feelin?”

“Like I want to turn your head into a fine pink mist and pass out again”

“He’s fine!” Scout cheered, getting a quiet laugh back, along with the sound of spy beginning to chide their engineer for worrying over nothing. Leaving them to bicker, scout took a few steps back in towards the center of the shipment container. Getting a look around there was actually very little inside, the largest item, save for a few gun cases, being a couple of boxes filled with ammo and scrap metal tied down along the walls. By the notches carved into the top of one of the medium ones, that had been where scout was waiting; though now it seemed the runner had decided it was more appropriate to sit at the gunmans side, jaw in hands as he gave sniper another once-over. Pushing himself to sit up properly sniper grimaced, finding his right side falter when put under pressure.

“Yeah, might not wanna stress that too much.” Scout commented, seeing how his teammate cringed at the slight movement. “Hard hat patched ya up as best as he could, but the docs gonna go ballistic once he sees what’cha got there. we still got some’a those tablets for pain if you wanna drop the tough guy act too. Speakin of: what the hell dude?!” Scout scolded, throwing his hands up. “why didn’t you tell anyone you’ve got a fainting problem like that? Scared the hell outta everyone” he asked, a tight frown carved firmly into the usually coltish face.

“I don’t.” Sniper huffed, adjusting to lean back against the wall as a dull throb began to knock at his head. “it was blood loss, if anything. Wouldn’t doubt if shock, and a concussion compounded it, at least if this headache means anything.” Not to mention how tired he still felt. He’d experienced all three plenty of times before, both separately and in combination, but this time in particular left him feeling exhausted in nearly every aspect. Scout seemed to mull over the answer, and after reaching into his pocket to pull out a small bottle with medics handwriting scrawled across the label, tried for a weak, but wide smile.

“You can say ya got scared, it’s ok.” He teased, dropping a few pills into snipers hand before dropping the bottle onto the sleeping bag the other was resting on. To his own surprise, sniper found a slight laugh bubble up, foggy and indistinct, but still present.

“Last I checked we were both scared out of our minds.” He huffed, taking the medicine dry. “But thank you for reminding me of that, I’ve actually got something to ask”

Scout perked up, inching a bit closer in interest.

“Yeah? Alright uh- ok what’s up?”

His answer came in the form of a firm punch to the shoulder, and a heavy glare.

“What in gods name is the matter with you?!” He exclaimed, feeling better as scout recoiled, holding the now bruising shoulder.

“Freakin hell, man, what in the shit was that for?!”

“Why’d you run off?” Was the quick response he got. Scout had the decency to look ashamed for at least a second before vibrato kicked back in and he puffed his chest, glaring sharply back.

“Well it wasn’t like anything was gonna happen any time soon! I was gone for what? A few minutes?”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

“... fine! Fine. I heard somethin movin around and followed it. I didn’t know it was... well, yknow. *that*”

Sniper put his head in his hand, rolling slow circles into his temple.

“So you just... followed it. Without telling me. Scout you could’ve gotten hurt so much worse than this” he gestured to the arm hanging prone to his side.

“I didn’t though, did I?” Scout asked, to which sniper leveled him with an incredibly unamused face. “Fine, fine, I get it, ‘going into the woods alone is a bad idea.’ But you do it all the time, what makes you think I can’t handle it?”

“Because of that *thing* we ran into out there. If you’d been alone how would it have ended?”

Scout leaned further forward, taking his headset off to fiddle with the microphone.

“What was that thing anyways?” He asked, clearly unhappy at the images flashing through his mind as he elected to stare down at his headgear rather than sniper. With the argument momentarily stopped, the Aussie humored the thought, only to find that there really was no answer.

“Dunno.” He finally said, pulling his knees up to cross his arms over. “Looked like a giant wolf but it- it didn’t act like one. Usually wolves’re fairly scared of humans, they’ll turn tail more often than not, so to give chase like that and then attack its... it weren’t natural.” He sighed, a new worry of rabies making itself at home in his already spinning mind.

“Y’ever had a job in Romania before?” Scout asked, the question so out of pocket it threw sniper out of the quickly sloping spiral he was headed down.

“What?” He asked,

“I’m just saying, maybe that’s just what wolves’re like in Romania! Like breeds ‘a dogs. A Dalmatian’s a dog as much as a dachshund is, but they look totally different. So maybe this is just what a Romanian wolf looks like: fucked up and angry.”

A beat passed as sniper took in the suggestion. Sure, a wolf from Russia would look different from one found in India, but this one felt off in a way he couldn’t quite explain. Still, scout seemed hopeful that that was the case, and it wasn’t as if people had documented every animal in the world, so he sighed and pulled a slight smile- for both their sakes.

“Different breed then... tell ya what: once we get back I’ll look into it. But if nothing matches what we saw im using you as bait to catch one.”

“Wh- hey! it seemed to prefer you over me if you’re talking about a bite to eat! Thing probably thought you were a strip of beef jerky anyways.”

And despite the deep ache that had made its home in snipers bones, he let out a quick, easy laugh. For as much of a braggart the kid was, he at least knew how to cut tensions.

“Remind me why I tolerate you again?”

“Cause I got your hat and glasses back, dummy. Also I helped carry your gangly ass back here, so I think a ‘thank you’ is in order.” Scout answered, reaching somewhere behind him to produce the familiar old slouch hat and aviators, setting them beside his friend.

“I’ll thank ya when my arms not fulla holes anymore, hows that sound?” As if to punctuate he lifted his forearm, now seeing the patchwork of gauze wrapped together by what looked like grip tape. He was already dreading what medic would have to say about the macgyvered first aid, but at least the bleeding had stopped if the dried patch of red at the top was any indication.

The conversation continued on in much the same way for most of the ride, both sides deciding that if an argument was necessary then it could wait. At some point, sniper found himself lying back down, comfortably realizing the medicine had begun kicking in; silently appreciating how nice it was to be able to rest without sharp pains running from wrist to shoulder, and he assumed the dull ache that persisted through the rest of his body would dissipate in the next few minutes. It helped that he had something demanding attention to keep his mind off of it too.

By the time they had reached the base the sun was once again crawling beneath the horizon, and conversation had lulled into a comfortable silence with scout stifling the occasional yawn, and sniper adamantly trying to keep his eyes open. It didn’t last long however, seeing as he barely recalled the car stopping. After a groggy apology and assurance that really, he was feeling better, he gave a quick wave back before leaving for his own bed. He didn’t remember how he convinced Engie that they could wait to talk to medic until morning. Nor could he remember actually entering his van, or changing into a set of clothes that weren’t stained in blood and mud.

What he did remember, however, was how strange he thought it was that his the deep, dull ache in his bones had persisted despite the pain relief he’d taken.

#tf2 fic #tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #dime Drabble #fic: lone wolf #werewolf fic #I love snipes hence why he must suffer

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santipietroepaolo · 3 years ago

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21 and/or 62? Spadeliano! Love your stories ❤️

I did my best to combine them! Thank you so much for the prompts 💕

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21. "Who hurt you" + 62. Here, take my sweater"

“Who did this?”

That had been the third question out of Spadino’s mouth, in seeing Aureliano cross the threshold of the hotel with a deep frown on his brow and a bloody hand still cupping the side of his neck – right after an embarrassingly panicked “what happened” and an even shakier “you’re hurt.”

“Couple of small fry on a motorbike,” Aureliano gruffed, brushing by Spadino without stopping, making straight for the bar instead, “Flanked the car just as I was leaving Rome – must have been waiting for me.”

He slipped behind the counter and immediately turned the sink on to rinse his bloodied hands. Squinting at a piece of polished brass in front of him, Aureliano tried to catch his reflection in it, searching for a good angle to assess the situation on his neck.

He looked more pissed about his injury than he did bothered by pain of any kind – as often. Still, Spadino – who had all but jumped out of his bar stool to rush to him moments earlier – hurried back to join him and force him to turn around.

“Let me see that,” he said, grabbing Aureliano’s chin to get him to turn his head and show him the extent of the damage.

Aureliano scoffed, but didn’t evade the touch.

“Relax, it’s nothing. The bullet just grazed me. Kids these days can’t aim for shit.”

He was right: the gunshot had not penetrated the muscle, but it had still left a bad scrape on its way, starting right under Aureliano’s ear and ending just short of his Adam’s apple, nearly missing the top arch of his tattooed wing. He’d been shot almost point blank: there were traces of burns at the start of the still-bleeding cut, and some of the surrounding stubble was singed off. Spadino felt a scorching rage boil up in his insides.

“Take this off and stand under the light,” he instructed, a bit more gruffly than he meant to, tugging at the collar of Aureliano’s leather jacket and pointing him towards the best spot on the counter to lean against, “I’m going to clean you up.”

He half-expected Aureliano to dismiss him again, but the man just sighed and did as he was told, muttered curse on his lips. While Aureliano shrugged off the jacket, Spadino dampened the nearest clean rag under the faucet before turning to face him. Carefully, he started wiping off blood around the cut, and off Aureliano’s throat and neck, down to his clavicle, where it had dribbled over and stained the collar of his t-shirt. The man didn’t flinch once.

“Where do you keep the first aid kit?” Spadino asked.

“Second drawer – right behind you.”

Spadino pulled some gauze and rubbing alcohol from the kit and went back at his task with more precision. Once the wound was unobstructed, it was clearly nothing too serious. Instead of feeling calmed by that knowledge, Spadino realized the tightness in his chest had only squeezed in harder, and that his back was still stiff with anger. A close call. Way too close.

He had started to get antsy, earlier, when Aureliano hadn’t showed up on time for their meeting, despite having been the one to set it up. Drummed his fingers on the marble of the counter and spun around on his stool like an idiot, in the silence of the empty hotel, pondering whether he should send Aureliano a text asking where the hell he was, or just wait a little longer for him to show up before trying.

He could very well have waited for him forever. With his fingers brushing against the warm skin of Aureliano’s neck, watching blood ooze scarlet from that ugly cut, that realization was slowly sinking into Spadino – and it made him sick to his stomach. Aureliano was standing still and breathing steady – patient, for once, simply waiting for him to be done. So close to Spadino’s chest, right between his hands, his body gave off a steady heat and a faint smell of iron and gunpowder, mixed-in with his usual, familiar scent of leather and aftershave.

If Aureliano had been shot only an inch further to the right, or at a better angle, the bullet would have severed his carotid. Possibly blown his throat wide open, depending on the caliber. In both cases, he would have bled out in a matter of seconds – gasping and choking on mouthfuls of his own blood, with his head resting against the steering wheel of his faithful Jeep. Alone.

And Spadino would have been none the wiser.

“How’s your hearing?” he forced himself to ask, to keep his mouth busy and not focus on the taste of bile that had just coated his tongue.

It came out choppy, too flat in affect to sound natural. Aureliano didn’t seem to notice.

“My ear’s ringing like a motherfucker,” he simply answered, head still craned sideways to give Spadino better access to the wound, “But the drum’s not blown- I don’t think. Asshole didn’t get even a second shot in there - man, I’m gonna be so pissed if this fucks with my ink.”

Aureliano sighed, then, fingers tensing ever-so-slightly around the edge of the counter as Spadino patted the wound with an alcohol-soaked compress.

“I told you, it’s nothing,” Aureliano shrugged, “I’ve got some antibiotics somewhere. I’ll pop a couple of those if I need to and be more than fine.”

Spadino was glad his fingers were now busy cutting some gauze and tape down to a decent dressing to bandage the wound – or else Aureliano might have seen them shaking slightly.

“So you didn’t see who it was at all?” he asked, aware that he was failing miserably to match Aureliano’s unnervingly dismissive tone, “Samurai’s men, maybe someone from here? My family?”

Aureliano shrugged again. A sloppy kind of hit like that could have literally anyone behind it, including minor players they might not even be aware of.

It wasn’t exactly like Aureliano lacked enemies.

“No – like I said. They had helmets on, and besides, I was a little too busy driving off to avoid being turned into a pasta strainer to get a good look at them, you know? Get off my back about it.”

Spadino shook his head no. An attack like that on Aureliano, in broad daylight… Something like that could not go unpunished. Not on his watch. Because if it did, it meant that it could happen again. And that it could succeed, next time.

And that thought was unbearable.

“I’m going to get my feelers out first thing tonight,” Spadino said darkly, leaning back in to start bandaging the wound he was already promising himself to avenge, “Find whatever scum was dumb enough to try this.”

If he kept his focus on what he wanted to do to the people responsible, maybe he could avoid lingering on the primal fear he still felt choking his throat at the creeping thought that even someone like Aureliano – always alert, and with firepower to spare – could be snuffed out in less than a blink – without Spadino being able to do jack shit about it.

“The second I get my hands on those pieces of shit, I swear, I’m gonna make them-”

“Jesus, Spadì, I said back off!”

Aureliano had not raised his voice by a lot, but still enough to startle him. Spadino lifted his gaze, only to be met with pale blue eyes, staring at him cold and unkind.

“Drop the macho routine,” Aureliano said, icy, “I’m not your fucking girlfriend.”

Something like a dagger twisted cruel inside Spadino’s belly. Suddenly the skin of Aureliano’s neck singed the tips of his fingers, and he wanted to shove himself back – or lunge at the man fists forward, maybe – he wasn’t really sure which.

What Spadino did instead of any of that, however, was lean in, and smile – something ugly and contorted. That was what he always did, when cornered: raised his chin and never showed belly, rather letting that unhinged smirk be his shield instead – however flimsy and unsettling.

“You know what, Aurelià?” Spadino sneered, getting well into the taller man’s space and staring straight into his ocean eyes as if doing so didn’t make him want to crawl out of his own skin, “Fuck you. You can bandage your own damn self.”

And with that, he slapped the finished dressing at the center of Aureliano’s chest, before storming off – not waiting to see the man’s reaction, or check if he had been able to catch the gauze before it hit the floor.

Spadino wanted to get as far away from him as he possibly could, so he thought about leaving – but then he remembered the five or so men Aureliano had standing guard right outside the door. Veering off the corridor, he made straight for the balcony instead: he needed some air, urgently, but he didn’t want anyone seeing him like he was right then – short of breath, with his jaw wired shut and his hands balled into fists to keep them from shaking.

A bit of a breeze welcomed him, when he stepped outside. It somewhat helped soothe the burn of searing humiliation he felt prickling all over the skin of his face and neck.

Resting both hands on the metal railing of the balcony, Spadino dipped his head between his arms to pull in a long, needed breath of fresh Ostiense air – somehow smoggy, but with the faint smell of the nearby sea managing to power through and reach him. When he raised his gaze, he saw that one of his hands was stained with blood – a dark streak across his thumb and down to his wrist. Aureliano’s blood. He wiped at it as hard as he could with the hem of his sleeve.

He was such a fucking idiot. He’d been so overwhelmed with panic at the thought of Aureliano dying, at the sight of him injured, that he’d forgotten himself completely – forgotten he wasn’t meant to hover and coo over him that way –not in a million years. Forgotten that him being protective of Aureliano was both a ridiculous and unwelcome notion – as Aureliano had just made abundantly clear.

He saw right through him, in moments like these, didn’t he? Alberto was sure of it. Those unforgiving blue eyes were able to spy all the sad, pathetic thoughts Spadino’s mind conjured up, whenever Aureliano dropped his guard down enough to let him slither any kind of close. Anytime something like that happened, Spadino just had to make it weird, didn’t he? He had scrubbed the blood so hard off his hand that he’d irritated the skin underneath.

He was transparent and pathetic.

“Spadì.”

Spadino squeezed his eyes shut. Great, so Aureliano wasn’t even done, yet. Spadino didn’t want to turn around to find the man staring at him with that closed-off, hostile look on his face again. He had to find a way to get this over with fast, or else he knew his nerves were going to take over completely again.

However unwise for their alliance, it felt so much easier to pounce and fight with Aureliano than it did to stand there and let the man rub in his disgust with him.

But when Alberto whipped around, bitter words of dismissal gathered on his tongue and ready to be spat out, Aureliano didn’t look nauseated at all. He didn’t even look mad, really. He was just standing by the bay window with his gaze firmly pointed away from Spadino’s face – somewhere towards the line of roofs that hid the sea-line from their sight.

Aureliano sniffed, cleared his throat, then gestured vaguely at his neck with the bandage in his hand.

“I can’t see what the fuck I’m doing,” he admitted, “I can’t put it on on my own – you need to do it.”

He looked almost contrite, in that sullen way of his. Spadino breathed in deep. He should probably have stuck to his plan of making things worse, and tell Aureliano to fuck right off.

But he was weak, and he didn’t want to do that.

“Come here,” Spadino said instead, managing to sound at least a little annoyed, which he mentally congratulated himself for, “Give me that thing.”

He wasn’t as delicate with his hands as he had been earlier. Without meeting his eyes once, Spadino just short of slapped the dressing in place, making Aureliano flinch and hiss in surprise more than pain, for the first time that evening. It was a childish thing to do, and Spadino regretted it instantly – but did his best not to show it on his face.

“There,” he grumbled, turning away and going back to lean his elbows on top of the guardrail, “All patched up. Now you can leave me alone.”

With the corner of his eye, he saw Aureliano’s nostrils flare, and heard the angry puff of air he huffed out of his nose. Spadino should probably be more careful how he handled Aureliano: the man had his temper too – one famously easy to trigger.

Spadino knew that better than most.

“This is my place, in case you forgot,” Aureliano bit back, as if to prove the point, “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

He slammed his hands on the balustrade too – right next to Spadino’s elbow – and stood firmly there.

Now who was childish?

“Fine,” Spadino scoffed, adjusting himself and staring stubbornly ahead, “Suit yourself.”

Aureliano said nothing back, and the silence lingered. Spadino found himself starting to fidget annoyingly fast. Maybe he still wanted to push Aureliano’s buttons, he realized. Make him really mad at him – mad enough to say something worse than what he’d said earlier – something unforgivable. The shouting match that would ensue seemed so much easier to deal with that whatever this awkwardness was. If he got into a bad enough fight with Aureliano, he’d feel justified walking away from there – maybe for good, this time. That way, he wouldn’t have to worry about him – about his stupid neck, his stupid life – about any of it, anymore.

As if that would work. It surely hadn’t the last time Spadino had tried something similar – with his knife to Aureliano’s throat, at around the same spot where the bandage now was.

It had rained during the day, and with that little breeze still blowing, the evening was surprisingly fresh for a roman June. It wasn’t enough for Spadino to feel cold at all, but much to his surprise, right next to him, Aureliano suddenly shivered. From fatigue more than anything, probably, or pain, or the down of the adrenaline rush he must have felt earlier during the attack.

Aureliano sniffed and pretended like nothing happened, standing there in just his blood-stained t-shirt, frowning and stiff and looking pale in that humid wind, with that fresh bandage on his neck and deep circles under his eyes. His head must have been killing him way more than the bullet graze, in that moment, Spadino knew. A gun discharging that close to one’s ear would give anyone a migraine to last for days.

Why was he still there? What the hell did he want, if it wasn’t berating Spadino some more?

Aureliano shivered again.

“Bloody hell,” Spadino cursed, pushing himself off the balcony, “Here, take my sweater.”

Aureliano frowned at him, then opened his mouth to say something.

“Shut up,” Spadino cut him off before he could even try, “Just take it. Or go back inside to get something of yours – I don’t give a fuck. Clearly you’re not done saying your piece yet, are you? Might as well not catch your death while you figure out what slur to call me this time.”

That was also a childish thing to say, but they were way past all that, now, weren’t they? Spadino had had plenty of time to unzip the hoodie and slip it off his back, during that tirade of his, so he chose to punctuate it by just shoving the sweater in Aureliano’s hands.

“If you don’t like being babied, maybe stop acting like such a toddler,” Spadino scoffed, going back to his position, “For fuck’s sake.”

This time, he was sure to have done it. Aureliano stood in total silence – Spadino could feel the burn of his stare drilling into the side of his face. But instead of exploding at him, and maybe replacing that look on his cheek with the crash of his knuckles, Aureliano just dipped his gaze. Tight-lipped and with his brow furrowed, he slipped the brightly-patterned hoodie on, in total silence. The golden baroque, sun-themed detailing clashed so hard with his expression and with his usual style of dress that it could have made Spadino laugh to see it on him, in other circumstances.

Instead all he could manage was to do his best not get caught staring. Aureliano adjusted the hoodie over his shoulders, with his nose a little scrunched.

“Why is this thing so… shiny,” he grumbled, seemingly to no one in particular.

Spadino scoffed out the weak parody of a chuckle.

“That thing’s Versace, you dick.”

Aureliano sighed, deep and tired, and then came back to rest against the balustrade - with his hip, that time. Facing him.

“Spadì, listen,” he started, “You went all – intense back there. That… fucks with me. You can’t be doing that, not with my men right next door. It’s dangerous.”

At that, Spadino had no choice but to turn and face him. That was a mistake, because meeting Aureliano’s serious eyes reminded him exactly why they were in that predicament, in the first place.

“You expect me to not give a fuck if you’re hurt?” Spadino asked, unable to mask his disbelief at that concept.

That was not what he had meant to ask: he had meant to bounce off the “dangerous” thing and bark at Aureliano to pray tell exactly what in God’s green Earth made him think he was in any position to tell him, of all people, what was dangerous and what wasn’t about caring for him the way he did. But instead, Spadino’s voice had gone quieter, and all he could feel where all of that anger used to be, was grief.

He was so bad at lying to Aureliano. When faced with those eyes Alberto often found he had no choice but to be honest – in a painfully powerless way.

Much to his surprise, Aureliano dipped his gaze again.

“No, that’s not-” he started, laboriously, “Not what I meant. Cause if it was you walking in hurt like that, I'd also-”

He closed his mouth, and swallowed hard. Spadino saw his jaw twitch as he did so, but he was almost too busy stifling the shiver running down his spine to notice it.

Luckily for him, Aureliano cleared his throat and went on before Spadino could even think of trying to tackle the impossible task of finding something to answer to that enormity.

“Look, I’m sorry about the girlfriend thing. I shouldn’t have said that.”

And I shouldn’t be in love with you like this, Spadino thought, but here we fucking are.

“Yeah, well.”

Turning away once more, Spadino resisted the urge to adjust the collar of his shirt around his neck. Why did he feel so clammy and suffocated, all of the sudden, when barely minutes earlier he was enjoying that fine fresh breeze?

Unable to act aloof, Spadino settled for just scratching the side of his nose, and fall back behind the trusted, well-worn defence of irony.

“You are wearing my clothes,” he quietly joked, raising his brow, and fishing up the guts to throw Aureliano a little sideways glance.

Whether Aureliano found that funny, or simply let it slide on account of what he’d said earlier, Spadino couldn’t really tell. All he could see was that instead of clicking his tongue or jumping out of that hoodie in disgust, Aureliano just dipped his head and cocked his own brow – with an ever-so-light smirk tugging at the corner of his lip.

“Right. Your Versace.”

Months down the line, Spadino would still wonder where he’d found the strength of will not to crash his mouth all over the smile on Aureliano lips, when the man raised it back at him.

“Lucky me.”

#suburra netflix #suburra #spadeliano #aureliano adami #spadino anacleti #suburra fic #by me #this is set in s2 but should be spoiler free!#thank you so much agan for the prompts #trying to be relaxed about these and just have fun and it's working so far!#cw death #cw blood #cw injury

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years ago

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Pure Blood 32 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)

A/N: Its feels so good to be back <3 -Val

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Chapter 31 Chapter 33

If someone had told me that teaching James Potter was going to be like this from the beginning, I wouldn't have offered to help him. I wouldn't even have accepted his friendship.

"That doesn't make sense. You want me to ignore her, but I don't want to do that to her!"

I grunt and pull on my hair.

“It's not ignoring her. It's giving her space and not spending 24 hours breathing on her shoulder!"

"I don't do that!"

"That doesn't matter, James!" I yell, others start to stare around the Gryffindor common room.

"I told you it wouldn't be easy..." He mumbles.

"I didn't think you were such an idiot... Listen, once Lily agrees to be your girlfriend, you can be as clingy as you want, obviously she'll set the limits, but at least she'll no longer want to kill you like I want to,” I force a smile.

"Ok, explain again," He sighs.

“Stop harassing her, say good morning to her and go on with your day, if you meet her in the hallways– and no, you don't have to look for her, you just ask her how she's doing, if she decides to have a conversation, you follow, if not, you wish her the best and you leave. Same at dinner. Let her breathe."

"But it's so boring and at that rate she'll go out with me in ten years..." He complains, resting his arms on the table.

"You already have some advantage, you've spoken to her and met a little, now she must see that you have matured and that you can have a serious relationship–"

"I can do that!"

"Prove it."

"Anything else?"

“Save the compliments, at least for now. Just be simple."

"Good."

"Will you be okay tomorrow?"

"I hope so..."

***

Two weeks passed in which James followed my advice. And right now, in potions class, I smile every time Lily turns discreetly toward James.

"I can't believe it's working," Sirius says next to me.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Do you distrust your girlfriend's abilities?"

“I'm actually scared now. Who knows what you'll do in our relationship?"

"That's up to both of us and it depends on how you behave," I smile and kiss his cheek.

Class ends and I walk along with Sirius holding his hand.

"Good thing I didn't take the bet," says Remus catching up with us. "Lily's nervous..."

"Bet?"

"The three of us weren't so sure your plan would work, but the fact that James is listening to you made us change our minds," he explains.

The three of us stop before going to the great hall and James walks over.

"This is not working Persephone!"

I frown.

"What are you talking about?" The others also look at him confused.

“Now it's worse. Lily runs away from me and when I think she wants to talk, something happens and she runs as if I had some disease!"

I smile slightly and take his hand.

“Don't worry, everything is going well. You just have to be patient."

"I've waited six years..."

"Just a little more."

He grunts and nods.

Of all the students who pass us, I notice Regulus. Sirius notices it.

"Hey, you guys go ahead," he says to the others.

I frown and look at him.

"I spoke with Regulus," he tells me, surprising me. I never told him that I had talked to his brother.

"What? Why? What did he say?"

"Ok, calm down."

"Sirius," I threatened.

“I wanted to make sure my brother was… I don't know, okay? I was never able to send him letters, for obvious reasons, and when we came back to school he ignored me, but I found a way..."

"And?"

"It was a failure, and he has every right to be mad at me," He sighs. "He told me some things that Walburga forced him to do and all that..." He's silent for a few seconds. "Percy, last night I was thinking about what would happen if I came back? If I asked for forgiveness and take full responsibility…"

"I don't think it's that easy," I walk out of reach and he follows me.

“I know, but just imagine it. Maybe my parents will forget everything and I'll be the heir, I marry you… Regulus won't have to endure anything else. I've always been there for him, even when my parents got mad because I was sorted in Gryffindor, or all those times I tried to defend someone. He always came to me and we talked. Regulus was the one who scolded me the most for what I did to you, but he knows what to say and I'm just a selfish idiot…"

His chest rises and falls with heavy breathing. I stop him and cup his cheek.

“Sirius, I want to help him too. But taking the blame and wanting to do something that only hurts you is not the solution."

"Then what is?"

"I don't know," I shake my head. I feel a lump in my throat. "We can't always help everyone and less those who do not want to."

He leans in, his forehead against mine

"I want to get him out of there..."

"Me too," I sigh and close my eyes.

I slowly walk away and look at the boy in front of me. I wrap my arms around his neck and play with the little strands of hair that come out of his ponytail. He grabs my waist.

“I wish I could do something to keep Regulus with us, and you out of the reach of your family. Maybe the three of us in a small house..." I smile. "No school, no worries, just us in peace..."

"With James and the others on the weekends..."

"James married to Lily..."

"Remus telling us stories..."

"Peter cooking something for everyone..."

We both laugh at the thought.

"It's what we need."

***

When they say that the last year is faster, they are absolutely right. No more exams, now we can follow a quiet routine, at least inside Hogwarts.

Outside the chaos spreads and more and more Muggle or wizard families are disappearing. What worries the most are the reactions of others.

While some of us are afraid of what is happening, some smile and think that all victims deserve it.

Every time someone mentions any of that news, the atmosphere becomes tense and ends in fights.

The teachers don't want to tell us anything, after all, what can a group of teenagers do?

Just barely a week before Christmas break, Professor Dumbledore needs me in his office. When I arrive the marauders, Jenna, Lily and their friends are there too.

"What's going on?"

"Miss Singh, join the others, please" I obey.

The movements of the director on the other side of his desk are slow and meticulous. His always sweet and playful look is replaced by a serious one.

"I know you all have questions, unfortunately I cannot answer all of them," He walks to the side of his phoenix and caresses it slowly. "What I am about to tell you is confidential and it is vitally important that this only remains between us."

"Excuse me, professor," says Lily. “I don't think that's very encouraging. You took us out of class and now you're asking us to keep a secret. Sorry if I sound defensive, but I don't feel comfortable with all of this."

She is absolutely right and I am grateful someone said so. Because I have no idea whether to panic or ignore it. Dumbledore nods.

"I am aware of what is happening, I can easily read your expressions," he sighs, "I suppose you are all aware of the disappearances of both Muggle families and wizards."

"Do you know anything about that?" James asks and I tense my body.

Dumbledore nods again.

“I can't give you many details, I'm afraid, at least for now. However, the reason I brought you here together is that I have known you for almost seven years each, even if you think that teachers don't pay attention."

Sirius and I share a look.

“Therefore, I have the confidence to tell you about an organization. This is not official and we did not plan to tell you before everyone was of legal age, but the situation has worsened very quickly and I fear the worst..."

"What does that have to do with us, professor?"

“This organization aims to defeat the enemies guilty of all this chaos. I have spoken with the others and we agree that you can be of great help to make this happen."

"But we're just kids," adds Peter.

"That's the key, young Pettigrew."

My family comes to mind. I have no proof, but something tells me that they may be involved.

“For now, you cannot do more than gather information. Unfortunately, we are not the only ones who have rallied young people to be on their side. As soon as you graduate, we will tell you all the details and you can make the decision. We don't want to force anyone, but...” He gets up and watches us through his half-moon glasses. "You may be the solution."

Everything is silent for a few minutes, until McGonagall arrives and asks us to return to class.

"Miss Singh, may I have one more moment?" I nod. "I see that something else is bothering you, may I know what it is?"

Of all the people I could tell, I know that Dumbledore can be a great help. I know Sirius and the others know something, but they're just as lost as I am. Maybe someone older can help me.

"I don't think I can help much, professor."

"Why not?"

I frown.

"Do you know my family?"

He laughs slightly.

“Yes, I know them. Do you think they are involved in this?" I nod.

"And now I can't do much outside of school, they watch me."

“I am aware of that, Miss Singh. But that's why I'll give you time to think about it. I don't want to ask you to do things against your family, far from it. When this year is over, you will have your answer."

"How can you be so sure? How do you know that everything could work? If I accept and my family finds out, I could not bear the guilt and I don't want to be anyone's spy, I don't want to do any of that,”I say agitated.

Dumbledore sighs.

“Whatever your decision may be, I will personally help you with any problem you come across. You have my word,"

My eyes water.

It's not the answer to all my problems, but it is more than anyone could give me.

***

"You can't have chocolate cake for breakfast, P," Jenna scolds me.

"Sure I can, watch" I take a piece with my fork, but another hand takes it away.

"She's right," Remus says, pushing my fork away.

I pout.

"I wasn't going to eat just that," I lie.

"Here, " continues Jenna putting a plate with pumpkin soup in front of me.

"But I don't want soup..."

"That's the condition, don't be a child!" says Remus.

"Fine," I give up.

"Who would say that now they scold you even for eating?" Sirius scoffs next to me.

"It's not the only time. Only merlin knows how many days I had to hide my chocolates so that you could eat something else..."

"Ha…"

Sirius makes a face.

"Uh, Persephone," Lily tells me a few seats away.

"Yes?"

"What did you do now?"

"Another scolding? And now why?"

"You tell me, everyone is watching you," I raise my head and confirm what the redhead says.

I don't remember anything... at least something bad.

"Is it because she's with Sirius?" Marlene asks.

"I don't think so..."

At that, several owls enter the castle. I don't receive any, as usual, but something that worries me is that the accusing looks continue and some point to me, then see a white paper in their hands.

"Oh no," Jenna whispers and I notice she has a black envelope. "This is not good…"

She opens it and with her shaking hands takes out a white paper. She reads it and I see her pale. When she's done, she watches me.

"I, uh..." She hands me the paper.

I take it and read the italicized words.

The wedding of the century.

The great heirs of the most important families of the wizarding world Walburga and Orion Black along with Ares and Amelia Singh, have the honor to send this invitation:

You are cordially invited to the union between Regulus Arcturus Black and Persephone Amelia Singh.

The ceremony will take place in the summer of the following year at the great Black Mansion.

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rebellconquerer · 4 years ago

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Another random rogue one ficlet in my head. One day I'll write connecting scenes. Blah!

By the time they come to a stop on Yavin IV ( she is hard pressed to call what happened a ‘landing’) Cassian is all but unconscious. He stops responding to her directly sometime around their third hour in space, and he spends the rest of the trip breathing shallowly while whispering in a language she thinks might be Alderaani, or staring rather blankly around the ship.

For her part, she doesn't move the entire trip. Cassian seems comfortable enough laying mostly in her lap and she makes the decision that nothing short of her death will make her leave him, not when he didn’t leave her. She wraps her fingers around his wrist, allowing his constant, though thready, pulse to calm her. That is exactly how the medics find them when they are finally, mercifully on the ground. Him laying on her. Her wrapped around him.

The process of disentangling herself, and getting him onto the stretcher isn’t hard per se, but when she pulls away and they move him, he lets out a short, sharp sound, too quiet to really be called a scream, that breaks her nonetheless. She bats away the helping hands that come to her next, telling them that she is fine.

It’s true in any case. She has strained a muscle in her right hip that makes it easier to limp than to walk. Apart from that, however, she is tired and sore and feels like one big bruise, but there is nothing deadly about her injuries. Not like Bodhi. Not like Cassian.

She watches as her crew (her team?) gets carried off the ship and trails close behind them. She’s not sure what to expect when she leaves the ship. The battle overhead on the beach told her that the Alliance did come for them, that they decided to fight, but she isn’t sure how they will react to having their hands forced.

That Draven is the one to meet her isn’t a surprise. She thinks there will be shouting and recriminations and maybe even a new prison in her future. She tilts her chin up, squaring her shoulders and lets her hardest glare paint her features. She won’t take a lashing for this man’s follies. She won’t go quietly to whatever corner they have prepared for her. She won’t leave Bodhi and Cassian to wake alone.

What she doesn’t expect however, is the quiet devastation that clouds Draven’s face when he sees Cassian being carried on the stretcher. She doesn’t expect him to touch Cassian’s cheek gently. She doesn’t expect his voice to break with what may very well be his last words to his spy.

When the medics brush them off and carry on towards the medward, Draven turns to her, and there it is. The cold fury behind his eyes that she had been expecting.

“That was a hell of a risk you took. A suicide mission is the term being used.” He says flatly.

“We did what needed to be done.” She grits out at him. She wants to know, wants to be told what happened after but refuses to ask this man for anything. Even for information.

They hold each other's eyes a moment too long to be collegiate. “The plans made it off planet. Vader himself took down a command class vessel under general reedus to get those plans back.* An entire battalion was lost.” He pauses, seemingly wants to say something else, before he thinks better of it.

“The plans are now with a trusted ally who is being hunted by the Empire. We are attempting to get them somewhere safe. Until we know more, you are dismissed.” He ends curtly, turning sharply on his heel and marching back towards command.

Jyn stands stock still and allows the quiet of the hallway to leach into her. She glances around. The bright white of the overhead lights wash the colour out of the vaguely orange walls, which seem to run into perpetuity on either side of her. It is hard to miss how empty the place is and how wrong that emptiness feels. All at once it hits her. She has nothing to do. Nowhere to be. For the first time in… she thinks back for a minute, really the first time in longer than she can remember, her life is not governed by a prison schedule or a mission, or the need to find food and shelter.

She doesn’t know what to do, so she does the only thing she can. She follows her crew into the med bay.

They see her as a patient as much as a visitor when she enters. She doesn’t object as they fuss around her, stripping her of her filthy clothes. They push her into the sonic, slather her in bacta, from head to toe, and give her very basic, vaguely humanoid new clothes to wear.

After that, she waits. She waits for them to tell her that Bodhi will need a few Bacta immersions for his burns and a new left hand, but will live. She waits for them to tell her Cassian ruptured his spleen, lacerated his kidney and fractured 3 of his vertebrae so completely, they don’t believe he walked after the fall, much less climbed, and aren’t sure he’ll ever walk again. She waits for them to tell her Cassian died.

For 12 minutes, alone on a table.

She waits for them to tell her he’s alive, and will need bacta immersions and implants and…

Well she doesn’t hear too much after that, because Cassian died, but he came back. Again.

She wanders out of the medward much later, cold and numb and stands just outside of the doors for a full 5 minutes trying to decide where to go. What to do next? She was assigned a bunk in the common dorm on her initial trip here, but the thought of open space and other people make her hackles rise. She should be hungry but the thought of food unsettles her stomach. She starts walking eventually, as much for something to do, as to try and get away from the jagged pieces of her psyche that her mind keeps timidly circling.

When she looks up again, she realises she recognises where she is. A quieter section of the base that has the officers quarters, or that’s what she had assumed anyway, because it was where Cassian’s quarters were. She had followed him there to grab supplies before they stole the ship.

She glances around the hallway, somehow expecting someone, maybe even Draven, to appear and yell that she is in defiance of some Alliance ordinance and shouldn’t be there. No one materializes, so she walks slowly towards the door and tilts her head. She shouldn’t invade his space. She knows this on some level, thinks that if it was her, she’d go batshit on anyone who made themselves at home in her quarters. But suddenly she can feel every hit and scrape that she has taken over the past 2 weeks, hell over the past 2 years. And she is so very tired.

It takes her longer than she would have expected to slice through his locks, but eventually it gives and the door slides open with a sigh.

She walks quietly around the small space, not questioning how or why she feels safe for the first time in days. There isn't much here. A datapad tossed casually on a small desk, a well worn jacket hung over the edge of the bed, seemingly forgotten in a hurry, three small plants along the sill of a dusty window that seem to be well taken care of.

She runs her fingertips along the cool leaves, wondering if Cassian did this. If he is capable of nurturing life as well as taking it. She wonders what that is like.

Soon enough she crawls into his bed, expecting sleep to claim her quickly. She's never had trouble falling asleep. On the floor in some dirt bunker, outside under the trash of derelict buildings and broken dreams. Even in Wobani. Habits built from a lifetime of catching kip wherever she can. It doesn't happen like that tonight though. She spends an eternity staring at the bland ceiling above, trying to will her mind clear. Then the tears come.

She hasn't cried since she was a child sitting on the floor by Saw's feet, mourning deaths she didn't fully understand. She can still hear his voice.

“This is it” He had said, as kindly as he could manage. “The last time you will lose precious water over something you cannot change. The future is ahead of us. the past is dead.”

She wipes angrily at her eyes. This is stupid. The plans are out and she's survived. It's what she always does. She barely knows the lives that were lost. She never truly knew the guardians. Doesn't even really know Bodhi or Cassian. And she stopped caring about both the men that called themselves her father when they abandoned her.

She's alive and that's all that matters. That's all that ever mattered.

But the tears don't stop. Her face flushes and her nose runs. A fine tremor starts in her hands. She begins to wring the sheet on the bed, over and over, becoming tighter each time, trying to calm her shaking.

Nothing works. Soon her whole body is shaking with mighty sobs. She sees Saw in his cave, old and frail and broken like she never realised when she was with him. She sees her father staring at her with joy and peace as the light goes out of his eyes. She buries her face into the pillow, allowing the soft, cool fabric to sooth her and hide the broken, hideous sounds she is making.

She gives up and let's herself cry. Let's herself mourn for all that she has lost, let's out the fear and anger that she can no longer carry. She is safe for tonight. The future can wait.

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a-dorin · 5 years ago

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confrontation | kylo ren

word count: 2,536

warnings: smut (hella smut), rough sex, oral, angst, cursing, anger, violence

a/n: this is the sixth chapter in the kylo x reader series! i highly recommend reading the first five chapters to get up to speed!

summary: as more time passes, kylo grows only more and more weary as he anticipates the resistance’s next move in the ongoing war. however, things go awry once he leaves, leaving you to defend yourself when crisis arises.

“it appears we have a spy,” kylo’s voice, modulating by his mask was eerily calm as he slammed the head of the traitor on the table. droplets of blood splashed on two superiors, earning a horrified flinch.

patiently, you awaited the adjournment of the emergency meeting, sitting in a desk chair outside the room. you peeked your head in once more, sensing the rage radiating off kylo. the energy in the room was electric, filled with anxiety and fear. kylo didn’t want you to stay cooped up in your quarters all day, so he had you shadow him during his tasks.

unfortunately, phoenix and bubba were relieved from their duties for the day. kylo was kind enough to give them the day off, as they had gone above and beyond in their assignments to protect you at all times. so far, you had witnessed typical routine in the day of the supreme leader.

the two of you ate breakfast around six in the morning, then met with general hux to discuss the current status of the war. lately, the resistance had been silent, which was worrisome to hux. however, kylo dismissed his fears, reassuring him that the they would be squashed in time.

usually, kylo ren was harsh with the general. however, he was less rude to him today. part of you wondered if it was because you were with him, trailing behind his movements. maybe kylo didn’t want you to see that side of him. you weren’t sure.

however, the quiet was interrupted when the word came in that there was a spy feeding information from the first order to rebels. kylo’s aura had shifted from elegance to pure rage. it was only about an hour before he came back, a head slung over his shoulder in a satchel.

you swallowed, watching as kylo’s anger built within him, “i am not sure why we have men feeding our information to those worthless scum. if i find that any of you are betraying the first order, you can end up like our friend here. am i clear?”

“but sir-” general hux, cleared his throat, “it was only one incident. surely there aren’t any mo-”

“YOU ALL OBEY ME!” kylo roared, slamming his fists down on the table, “if there is such a peep from our men to those rebels, any communication at all, i will execute you all. are we clear now, general hux? and hux, get that head disposed of. i would prefer it to be thrown in the incinerator.”

the superiors shifted nervously in their seats, nodding rapidly, “yes, supreme leader.”

“meeting adjourned,” kylo sneered, waving his hand.

the men and women arose from their seats quickly, filing out of the room. you waited patiently, ensuring everyone exited before hopping to your feet. you watched as kylo threw his gloves onto the table, pacing slightly. kylo sensed your presence in the room, slumping his shoulders in defeat.

“were you watching the whole time?”

you nodded, biting your lip, “only a little bit.”

kylo let out a loud sigh, muttering to himself as he sat in a chair. you tiptoed over to him, straddling his lap. he flinched at your action, but relaxed once you placed your hands on his shoulders, massaging his muscles underneath his garments.

“i just don’t understand,” kylo’s voice was warped, “i hate betrayal. especially from men within my ranks.”

“some people will do anything just to benefit themselves,” you murmured, your voice gentle.

you took his hand into yours, bringing it up to your lips. softly, you placed gentle kisses on the supreme leader’s fingertips, hearing a small sigh exit through his mask. you took a finger into your mouth, sucking on it slightly.

“angel,” kylo warned, “don’t tease me right now.”

you felt a smirk form, “what if i want to help relieve your frustration, kylo ren?”

without warning, kylo scooped you into his arms, slinging you over his shoulder. you yelped in surprise, thankful for fact that were not many floaters in the corridors.

“i don’t care if anyone sees,” kylo’s voice was low, lust lacing his tone, “it’s what you get for teasing me angel.”

kylo made it to his quarters, keeping you on his shoulder as he punched in the numbers. the doors slid open, and kylo laid you on his massive bed, helmet still intact, “take off the robe. and bend over for me baby.”

an immense blush filled your cheeks, your ears burning as your fingers grasped the knot in your robe, undoing the silky knot. kylo’s mask clicked, clanging as it hit the floor. the silk melted off your shoulders, lamp beside the bed illuminating your skin with a warm glow. your nipples hardened against the cold air, your breasts bouncing as you rolled over, bending over on the bed.

kylo eyed your actions hungrily, feeling his cock harden in his trousers. his hands reached out, trailing all over your body. they rested on your ass, squeezing it tightly. kylo couldn’t wait any longer. he knew he needed to be inside you, filling you up with his cock.

his need for you burned within him, consuming his thoughts. his fingertips hooked the waistband of your underwear, sliding the fabric over your ass and thighs. the underwear were cast to the floor, kylo’s hands meeting with your ass once again.

you felt a slap sting your ass, earning a moan from you at contact. kylo smirked, his thumb pressing against your clit. your juices dripped onto his fingers, earning a praise from the supreme leader.

“so wet for me and i’ve barely touched you.”

“i need you,” you couldn’t take much more of the teasing. it was driving you over the edge.

“what was that?” kylo spanked you once more, “repeat what you said. louder this time. i want to hear you say it again angel.”

“i need you,” you repeated, almost moaning out the words.

“good girl,” he cooed, his fingers circling over your swollen clit, “are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“yes.”

“you were such a tease earlier,” came a tsk, “you need to be punished for your actions.”

without warning, kylo’s cock entered your dripping pussy, going in slow, gentle strokes. your hands gripped the sheets, your whines filling the room as kylo started to slam into you, his walls tightening around his cock. a hand gripped your hair, tugging on your locks.

“kylo,” you whimpered, the sensation overwhelming your senses with pleasure.

“louder,” he commanded, his tone thick with authority, “say my name louder.”

“kylo ren,” stars began to fill your vision, your orgasm close.

“lay down baby,” kylo ordered, and you obeyed, laying flat on your stomach.

his mouth met with your shoulder, sucking on your skin as his cock pounded against your g-spot. you came undone, a hand covering your mouth to muffle your moans. kylo’s strokes became sloppier, his voice echoing through the room.

“take it in your mouth, please.”

you rolled over, shifting yourself so that you were below kylo. you took the entirety of his cock in your mouth, sucking on the tip. his cum filled your mouth, and you swallowed, feeling it hit the back of your throat. you sat up, rotating your body so that you were now laying next to him face to face.

kylo ran a hand through your hair, the lust in his eyes fading, “i didn’t hurt you at all, did i?”

“not at all,” you traced the skin on kylo’s chest absentmindedly.

“i think there’s a new mark on your shoulder,” his voice was gentle, “consider it a new addition.”

“i would be honored,” a giggle rose from your throat.

“(y/n),” kylo’s eyes met yours, adoration in his gaze, “i’m sorry you had to see that side of me earlier today.”

“kylo,” you reached out, brushing a strand of hair from his face, “i care about you, a lot. you have to realize that you’re the supreme leader of the first order. along with the fact that you are one with the dark side. i understand that you have moments in which you cannot control your actions. however, the force brought us together for a reason. i believe that it’s our destiny to be together.”

as you finished speaking, kylo’s gaze softened, “i’m so happy that the force brought me to you. yet, it’s not just the force that’s created this bond between us. yes, it has some affect, but this bond we’ve created, that was all us, (y/n).”

“can we just lay here forever?” you whispered, snuggling into kylo’s bare chest.

“i wish we could angel,” he drew in a long breath, playing with your hair, “however, i am the supreme leader of the first order. soon, i will be emperor of the galaxy, and you are to become my empress.”

empress. the word rang in your mind, a sweet, gorgeous word as it came from your lover’s lips, “i love the sound of that.”

“i’m glad you do,” kylo purred, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

your eyelids felt heavy, drooping as kylo ran his fingers through your hair, smoothing out the tangles. drifting off to sleep, you felt a wave of contentment wash over you.

kylo ensured you fell asleep first, tracing the skin on your back with his fingertips. you were so beautiful, and you were his. placing one last kiss on the top of your head, the supreme leader fell asleep himself, a wide grin on his face.

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whipping your head up, you sensed a tremor fill your body. planting your feet on the floor, you shoved your boots on. something was wrong, very wrong. hastily, you opened the doors, startling phoenix and bubba.

“what’s wrong sweets?” phoenix inquired, alarm in his voice.

“something’s wrong,” you shook your head, panic seizing your nerves, “i don’t know what, but something is very very wrong.”

approximately a week had passed since the discovery of the spy. many nights, kylo was on edge, pacing back and forth in his quarters. you were the only one who could put him at ease. often times, kylo was only soothed when you sang to him, a range of tunes and melodies. he adored the sound of your singing, as it was his favorite noise besides your voice.

kylo ren was away, off on a mission. the mission was in attempts to locate rey, the last jedi. he informed you he would only be away for a couple days, as it was night one without him beside you. your heart ached at the thought of him gone, but you knew it was for a good reason. rey needed to learn to back down, to stop challenging kylo.

“babes,” bubba put a hand on your arm, “no one is going to hurt you, we’re here.”

“it’s something different,” you muttered, “it’s not that. i have a premonition that something very wrong is about to happen. where’s kylo?”

“he’s still away,” phoenix stated, “his last coordinates were outside of jakku,”

“she’s not there,” your eyes narrowed, “they’re not where kylo thinks they’re located. they’re here.”

red lights flashed as the alarm went off, blaring through the corridors. phoenix and bubba cocked their blasters, protecting you with their bodies.

“we’ll protect you babes,” bubba stated, his tone solemn.

“i don’t think that’s necessary,” you shouldered past the boys, sprinting down the hall. your boots thudded against the marble, echoing down the hallway. bubba and phoenix shouted after you, in attempts to chase you down.

the force was speaking to you, drawing you closer and closer to rey. you could sense her, her presence within the ship. the endless maze of halls and levels never ceased, but you knew you could find her. you had to keep trusting your instincts.

“(y/n) (l/n),” came a voice, clear and crisp through the chaos.

you turned, coming face to face with the jedi, “how exquisite for you to visit while the supreme leader is away.”

“it was perfect timing actually,” rey’s hand was situated on her belt, resting on her saber, “i came to reconcile.”

“you are going to do nothing of the sort,” you retorted, your tone laced with anger.

“listen to me,” rey pleaded, her eyes alight with fear, “you need to get away from kylo ren. he is a danger to you. if you stay by his side, you’ll die.”

you flinched, “you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“oh really?” rey challenged, taking a step forward, “then tell me why kylo almost killed you.”

don’t listen to her, kylo’s voice entered your thoughts, whatever you do, don’t listen to a single word she says (y/n). she’s lying. she’s a liar. she doesn’t know you. she doesn’t know us.

“you don’t know a single thing about me,” anger bubbled up inside of you, making your face burn.

“i know more than you think,” rey pulled her saber from her belt, blue light illuminating her features, “i’m sorry, (y/n), but i am going to have to take you by force.”

rey lunged at you, and you whipped out your hand in defense, palm out. the end stopped mere inches away from your face, humming. panting heavily, you widened your eyes as you processed the moment. rey was in pure shock, her brows furrowing in confusion.

a clanging sound filled your ears, a gleam catching your attention in the corner of your eye. instinctively, you reached out with the free hand, fingers wrapping around the cool metal. your thumb clicked the button, a crackling red entering your vision.

the saber connected with rey’s, clashing together. the impact caused your knees to buckle, but you held your ground. adrenaline rushed through your body, coursing through your veins. the buzzing in your veins gave you strength as you stepped forward, earning a yelp of surprise from rey.

she swung once more, only to meet a counter strike. rey gritted her teeth, attempting to take you by surprise. however, at her every move, she was met with failure, as you fought back, the fear of losing only fueling your fight. yet, you weren’t battling with any old saber. the saber in your possession was kylo’s.

keep fighting, (y/n). his voice rang through your head, goading you on. you’re doing great, angel. you’re the best fighter i have ever seen.

a new fire spread through your body, consuming you. the saber caught rey’s shoulder, sending shock waves through the hall. swinging a leg out, you tripped her, kylo’s saber only centimeters away from her heart. rey squirmed below you, the heat singing the fabric of her clothing.

“surrender,” you panted, “surrender, rey, or i’ll slice you into two.”

“i see he’s rubbed off on you,” she spat, “i’ve seen all that i needed to see.”

you blinked, feeling the fiery rage dissolve. swallowing, you let rey get up, watching in awe as she darted down the hall, calling for her allies. the saber ceased, the metal cooling. bubba and phoenix raced to your side, firing questions at you. however, the confrontation with rey only left you with more questions than answers.

what was that feeling that consumed you?

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retroateez · 4 years ago

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Prophecy - Chapter Seventeen

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Strolling arm in arm with Seonghwa, the kingsguard of Ateez's powerful monarch, was not a situation you had ever expected to be in, not in a million years.

But yet, here you were, clutching onto the tall, handsome man as he led you through hallways and down great wooden staircases. Really, you didn't know what you were more nervous about, being in the spotlight in front of hundreds of people, or seeing Wooyoung dressed like this.

Your gown, an exquisitely made garment just for you, fits your form beautifully. The skirt sways gently with every step you take and every so often, you swear you catch the stitched butterflies fluttering with ease.

"Yeosang enchanted the butterflies," Seonghwa explains quietly. "They gave me quite the fright too when I saw them moving."

You smile, thinking of Yeosang whispering softly to the fabric and watching as the rose pink butterflies come to life.

Before long, you're both stood in front of the great oak doors that lead into the main hall. Seonghwa adjusts his position, putting his heels together and straightening his back. You can tell he's done this countless times before; he knows exactly how to carry himself and you would expect absolutely nothing less from the man who exudes regality.

"I don't know if I can do this, Seonghwa." You exhale sharply, tightening your grip on the kingsguard's arm.

"Of course you can!" He gives you a small, reassuring smile. "All you have to do is walk, and sit. When Wooyoung comes to you and offers to dance, you accept, and then you dance."

"I'm- I'm not cut out for fancy stuff like this." You say, looking up at him with sad eyes. "I'm just a nasty little street thief."

Seonghwa scoffs.

"You think a street rat would ever wear something as beautiful as this? Nonsense! The past is the past, Iris. You're one of us now."

Something about Seonghwa's words calms you, the thought of being accepted by (almost) everybody in the castle warming you to the heart. In a sense too, he's right. The shades of your old life had been completely cast out, starting with Yeosang giving you a proper home, and Hongjoong giving you a job of sorts.

Really, you had it all.

But the insatiable hunger for more still burned within you, and no matter how hard you tried to push it to the back of your mind, it would come back ten times louder.

Seonghwa reaches out and knocks firmly on the door, and immeditately, both of them are pulled open.

You stand there, mouth agape, taking in the scenery before you.

The great hall has been completely transformed, from an empty, lonely space to a bustling center of hospitality and entertainment.

On the far left, where Hongjoong's brilliant throne is, sits a long table, with space for nine people. In the center, is a smaller, but no less impressive version of the throne, where you assume the king himself will be sitting.

Off to the side of that, is a rectangular platform, upon which is Mingi, expertly playing his lute whilst accompanied by three other men playing various instruments you couldn't name. The rest of the hall is full of grand oak tables, each one lined with people chattering and singing along loudly with Mingi's song. Every table is graced with an abundance of hot food and goblets of ale. Whole roasted pheasants, hogs, mountains of golden roasted potatoes and boiled carrots covered every single surface and filled the air with a delicious aroma.

You spot Yeosang and Wooyoung occupying two chairs on the top table, conversing with each other, probably about the prophecy. You also spy San admist the guests, who laugh heartily as he speaks to them. Perhaps a jester is more than jokes after all.

At the end of the table is a sturdy young man with chesnut brown hair, who looks incredibly familiar to you, but you know you've never met him. Next to him is Yunho, who you grin at, happy to see a familiar face. He doesn't reciprocate your smile, instead giving you a small wave. You pray that he hasn't noticed the stolen textbook.

Seonghwa keeps you closely by your side as you glide into the hall and the silence in the room becomes abundantly clear.

Everybody is watching you.

All the guests take their seats and they sit like obedient children, observing as the stoic, cold-faced kingsguard accompanies you to your seat at the head table.

For some of them, this is a completely new experience; to see Seonghwa leading a beautiful woman to the most importaant table in the room. But for the older attendees, it is a sight they haven't seen since the passing of the Queen.

It's only when you're sat, Hongjoong's empty seat to your right and a giddy Yeosang to your left, that you realise you were holding your breath the entire time. Seonghwa tucks your chair in gently, and takes his own place on the other side of Hongjoong's vacant space, with Wooyoung faintly blushing to his right. The noise in the hall picks back up again, allowing you to quietly converse with your mentor.

"You look positively beautiful, my little student." Yeosang beams at you, and you shyly smile at him.

"You look rather dashing yourself, Yeosang." There's no lie; his brilliantly blonde hair is styled (for once) so it trails ever so slightly down the back of his neck, his outfit makes a start contrast to his usual attire, although he has opted to keep his signature white shirt, but over the top is fitted, beige jacket with embellishments of gold down the line of buttons, and leading down to his wrists.

"Do you like the butterflies?" He asks, a glint of pride behind the eyes. "I thought you would like them."

"Yes, Yeosang." You nod. "They're very pretty."

Suddenly, a hush falls over the room once more, and you guess that can only signify the arrival of a certain person.

The same doors you entered though swing open again, and Hongjoong himself confidently strolls in. He's wearing the tawny brown fur coat you saw before, fancy black trousers with gold patterning up the outside seams of the legs. His boots are ordinary, but they shine brilliantly, almost putting the jewels on his crown to shame.

It dawns on you then that you have actually never seen the king wear his crown, and you're astonished at how stunning it is. At the center is a huge blue gem, identical to the one sitting in the middle of the silver circlet on your own head. Each peak of the crown is embellished with glittering green sapphires, and between the tufts of his fluffy, mousy hair you can spot the sparkling rubies and garnets fitted around the base of the crown.

Hongjoong paces slowly, aware but unaffected by all eyes watching him in awe. He gets to the table, and stands on the other side of where you are seated, and he turns to face the crowded hall.

"Welcome!" he cries, motioning out in front of him. "Esteemed guests and distinguished friends, welcome to the annual Ateez ball."

The guests clap and cheer at their welcoming, Hongjoong patiently smiling as he waits for them to shut up. Sometimes he really hates his obligation to these dreaded social functions.

"It is with great sadness that the kingdom of Seventeen is not able to attend tonight," He says. "Commander Jeonghan sends his regards to all of you."

Hongjoong claps his hands together, the sound echoing throughout the hall and ringing in your ears.

"Nevertheless! Let us enjoy a night of feasting and festivities! Please, thoroughly enjoy yourselves." He finishes with a deep, sweeping bow, upon which the attendees go wild once more, taking up their goblets and gulping their mead down hungrily.

Hongjoong moves around the table, and takes his seat beside you with an exhausted sigh. All chairs, except for two which belong to Mingi and San who are busy entertaining the guests, are now occupied, and you can't help but wonder who the brown haired man next to Yunho is.

"Hongjoong?" You turn to your right and timidly ask the king your question.

"Jongho?" He questions. "He's the tailor who made your dress. He's a quiet lad, from somewhere up north I believe, but he's damn good at what he does."

Jongho's face perks up over hearing his name and he whips around to face you. Hongjoong signals for him to come over, and he does.

"Jongho! This is Iris, Iris, this is Jongho." The king introduces you, and you can't help but blush at the handsome smile the young man gives you.

"Pleasure to meet cha," He says. "You look even more beautiful in that dress that I ever could'a imagined. Hope yah like it?" You notice the difference in his accent, figuring that must be how they talk up in the north.

"It's gorgeous. Thank you."

"Oh hey, you're that kid from the inn!" Yeosang's voice behind you makes you jump, and you slowly realise that Yeosang is in fact correct.

"The inn with the bear!" You gasp. "Do you know if the bear is okay?"

Jongho chuckles. "The bear is fine. I actually recognise you two from the inn also, fancy meeting here, eh?"

You laugh along with him, one of the many worries settled in your mind as you finally learn about the bear that's been plagueing your dreams for so long.

"Well, I'm glad we are all well aquainted." Hongjoong smiles sarcastically, and Jongho takes that as his notice to return to his seat, bowing politely to you before he does so.

"So when do we start dancing and stuff?" You ask Hongjoong, your eyes following Seonghwa as he hurriedly gets up and scurries out of the hall. Your gaze falls back to the king as he shrugs.

"Probably within an hour or so," he answers. "Only people of high status are allowed to dance, so lords, ladies, princes and princesses from other kingdoms will take the center."

You nod, gulping nervously.

"I hope you've been practicing." Hongjoong says. "You'd better not embarrass me in front of my guests."

"What?" you yelp. "Why don't you go out there and dance if you're so bothered?"

"Because I'm the king." he smirks. "I don't have to do anything I don't want to, and I can make anyone do anything I want."

"You're evil." you snarl at him.

"You love me really." he grins. "Besides, I'm being awfully nice to you, am I not? Letting you live in my castle, giving you lavish clothes, allowing you to do whatever you please?"

"But why? All I do is cause trouble and get in the way."

Hongjoong stays silent for a moment, mulling over his answer before turning to face you once again.

"Truthfully, you remind me of my mother. She was very headstrong, very determined. She would never let my father order her around, not a day in her life would she obey the king's command." He stares into the joyful crowd, his eyes misting over ever so slightly as he remembers his late mother.

"I think she would have liked you very much." He continues. "She loved me dearly, but I think deep down she would have loved to have a daughter. My behaviour as of late, I know she would not have approved of it. My mother firmly believed I would be a good king, and so I strive everyday to make her proud. Your arrival reminded me of the promise I made to her before she passed."

"What promise was that?" You whisper.

"To treat everyone fairly, as she would have done. Regardless of age, race, or gender, my mother was a kindred spirit to every soul she met. Did you know that both Mingi and San were found abandoned outside the gates of the kingdom?"

You shake your head.

"My mother refused to have them sent to the orphanage, so she brought them here and they were raised alongside me."

"She sounds like an amazing woman, Hongjoong."

"She was." He smiles fondly. After a few moments, he shakes his head, rubbing his hands together. "My mother also loved to dance, and so with that, the ball shall properly commence!"

Hongjoong stands up, grabbing a glass goblet and a shiny silver spoon from the table and clinking them together to seize the attention of his guests. You watch as he commands the room like a true king, speaking confidently and without hesitation.

You look out at the sea of guests that hang onto his every word, and smile proudly.

Even if you haven't always seen eye to eye, he's a good man who just wants the best for his people, even you can recognise that.

Hongjoong raises his filled goblet towards the ceiling and grins cheerily at his spectators.

"To Ateez!" he toasts.

"To Ateez!" The crowd, including the table at which you are sat, mimic Hongjoong's cry and you sip eagerly at the alcohol in your cup.

When you place your goblet back on the table, you see Wooyoung stood in front of you, on the other side of the table.

You hadn't actually noticed just how handsome he was looking tonight, and now you had a perfect view.

He was wearing his signature, loose, white shirt, except the first two buttons were undone, giving everybody a direct peek at the top of his chest. He also wore a brilliant crimson waistcoat with bold, green plant stems stitched across the front. Beautiful emerald leaves accompanied the stems, with gorgeous, multicoloured flowers dotted here and there all over the front and back of the waistcoast. You even noticed dainty pink butterflies opening and closing their wings, sitting on the flowers of his outfit, butterflies that were completely identical to yours. Wooyoung's trousers were his usual black ones, but tighter than usual.

His jet black hair was soft and curly, parted in the middle and allowing him to stare at you fondly with his stunning amethyst eyes.

"Would you care to dance?" He asks politely, offering you his hand over the table.

Of course, you nod, and hurriedly rush past Yeosang and San who are sat at the table, to take Wooyoung's hand. He gently takes your hand in his, and raises your hand to his lips. He kisses the back of your hand delicately, and smiles at you with a sparkle in his eyes and a warmth in his heart.

"You look stunning tonight, Iris." He whispers to you, leading you towards the middle of the room where the other couples are preparing to dance.

"As do you, Wooyoung." You blush deeply.

The two of you are stood in the center of the hall, and it feels like you're the only two present. You place your arms around his neck, resting your hands on his broad shoulders, and try to contain the blushing when he puts his hands on your waist.

"Are you ready?" He teases. "Remember all your training?"

"Of course," You mumble back. "How could I possibly forget when I had such an amazingly gifted teacher?"

"Don't let San hear you say that," he murmurs against the shell of your ear. "Or else his ego will shoot through the roof."

The music starts up again as you giggle quietly. You feel Wooyoung's hands tighten slightly on your waist and the nerves slowly begin to creep in once again.

But then Wooyoung's fingers are on your chin, tilting your head up to face him.

"Hey." He whispers. "No nerves here. We've got this."

And you grin from ear to ear, because he's right.

You manage to keep yourself standing, Wooyoung assisting you most the time by leading you with gentle spins and careful twirls. The two of you join the rest of the crowd in a group dance in which you temporarily switch partners. To your delight, you ended up with Mingi, who despite the vast height difference, was very pleasant to dance with. At one point, Mingi even picked you up and spun you so fast you thought the room was spinning around you.

"That was so fun!" you exclaim to Wooyoung when you return to your original partners.

"I'm glad you thought so." He replies, a hint of playful bitterness laced in his voice. "I much prefer dancing with you than San, his shoulders are much too sharp."

You nod in agreement, laughing joyfully and grinning as Wooyoung matches your gleeful expression. The dancing continues for a short while longer, most of the dancers filing out to eat and drink as the music becomes calmer and slower. But you and the elf carry on as if you were the only two in the room, whispering to each other as you gracefully move across the floor.

Hongjoong watches the two of you from his seat at the main table. He's sitting alone, Yeosang, Yunho and Jongho having collected themselves at the table of King Chan and his guests, talking animatedly.

Hongjoong watches as you and Wooyoung dance, observing with an amused twist of his mouth as Wooyoung dips you down, holding your waist, and gently places his lips on yours.

Hongjoong can't help but admire the bravery displayed by the elf.

He watches you smile into the kiss, and notices how Wooyoung's grip on your waist tightens. The king might even go as far to say he's impressed.

With an exhale, Hongjoong's gaze moves from you to the others, to San cracking jokes, to Mingi expertly playing his lute, and to the other three who seem to be getting along well. He's glad he went through with the ball, the stress of the prophecy getting to him more than he would have liked.

The king sits silently, pondering over the last few months, when Seonghwa, visibly distressed comes hurrying over.

"Hongjoong," he rasps. "We've recieved a message from Seventeen. They've recieved word that there's magic in the kingdom and they're sending soldiers to attack-"

"Ah." Hongjoong nods. "That's why Commander Jeonghan didn't show up. I see."

The king stays silent for a few moments, Seonghwa staring him with panic written over his entire face.

"Well, there's no reason why we can't talk this out. Tell them to send their commander and we can assure them there is zero magic in Ateez."

"But-"

"But what, Seonghwa? There is zero magic in the kingdom. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." The kingsguard nods hurriedly, and once again rushes out of the hall, no doubt to instruct the messengers.

Hongjoong sighs. He won't tell the others, not yet.

"Let them enjoy themselves." He mumbles to himself, watching Wooyoung twirl you around in his arms.

#wooyoung #san #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #mingi #jongho #yeosang #ateez au #medieval!ateez #ateez #ateez fic

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bexterbex · 5 years ago

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 41

Warning, if it hasn’t been obvious in the movies there is Nazi symbolism within the First Order.

ALSO, Kylo Ren isn’t really a nice guy. He smashes consoles, chokes people with the Force and kills people. So there are times he is very angry towards Reader. Some of it is verbal, some of it is physical. If you are expecting a super cute full of fluff story this isn’t it. Here is your warning to turn back now.

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with major canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 41: Going Home

Your hand meets his lips stopping him from kissing you, he was not happy about this.

“Before you get any more kisses you will answer my questions.”

He fully backed away from you, he went to retrieve his helmet and left the room. He left you all alone versus actually trying to talk to you.

You were done. You picked up your data pad and messaged General Hux, ‘I would like a ship to escort me down to the planet’s surface or I need you to send the Supreme Leader back to our chambers.’

You received a ping moments later, ‘I will have an escort ready for you in 20 minutes.’

The door opened to reveal Lieutenant Mitaka, “The allegiant general said you may wish to see me.”

“Yes, send a message that female officer to come down here, I need help packing. I am going away for a few days.”

“Right away ma’am,” he sent a message. “Does the Supreme Leader know you are leaving?”

“He will soon enough, you will not inform him of this. If he would like to know anything about me for the next couple of days he will have to ask me himself.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You could tell he was infinitely worried about the outcome of keeping this from the Supreme Leader. You knew it was part of his job to report your condition to him, to essentially spy on you for him, but that didn’t matter at the moment. You were going to break out of your cage for a few days until Kylo decided that you were his empress and not just a songbird. You were a kitten showing your claws.

The female officer arrived and assisted you in packing. You estimated that you should pack for two weeks, as that would give you enough clothes to wash just in case he decided to be more of a jerk than he already was. But you knew you might not even be gone for more than a few hours.

“Lieutenant, is Phasma still on the OK list to guard me?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good, tell her I would like her to accompany me on this trip. I shall have no use for the knights anyway.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Make sure she knows that I have packed for at least a two-week stay. Do you need to pack lieutenant?”

“Yes ma’am but it will only take a few moments. Will I need to pack anything special?”

“Not unless you want to.”

You were all packed. You told the lieutenant to meet you back here when he was finished and to have his and your bags sent to the hangar. The lieutenant was gone all of five minutes before returning. You wondered if his quarters were close because they needed to be or if he just ran frantically down the halls, but he didn’t seem out of breath.

You both made your way to the hangar where you were greeted by the sterling-plated captain and the illustrious allegiant general.

“Where might you be heading off to m’lady, in case the Supreme Leader inquires,” asked Hux.

You looked directly at him before boarding the command shuttle, Kylo’s command shuttle, “to my parents.”

You sat and waited for the captain and lieutenant to board. “Will you require more guard than myself m’lady,” asked the captain.

“No,” you said simply. While you might not have the greatest relationship with them you would be safe with them. You knew you probably won’t be there long, once he caught wind that you had left, but you were prepared none the less.

The shuttle took off and you three sat in silence. One look at the lieutenant and you saw that he was ready for some sort of beast to tear into the sides of the shuttle. You were worried yes, but you were mostly angry. Deep down you knew he wouldn’t kill you, but he may try to scare you.

It didn’t take long for the shuttle to land, you all departed. There were two other stormtroopers with you, carrying the bags. You approached your house and knocked on the door. Phasma and the others were patiently waiting behind you.

“Y/N? What is all this,” asked your mother answering the door.

“I thought I would come home for a few days.”

“Unannounced,” asked your father standing right behind her.

“I am not really allowed to notify people of my movements at the moment. Are we able to come in?”

Your parents stepped aside and allowed you all to enter. The two stormtroopers set your bags inside and abruptly left to guard the front door. You then heard the command shuttle take off.

“Mom. Dad. This is Captain Phasma and Lieutenant Mitaka. They will be staying with us.”

“And the others outside,” asked your mother.

“They won’t be disturbing us m’lady,” said Phasma.

Your parents were taken aback at her female voice. You supposed that the only stormtroopers that they came in contact with were all male. In fact, she was the only female ‘trooper you had seen.

“How long will you be staying,” asked your mother.

“I don’t know, hopefully no longer than two weeks but we will have to see.”

“Why are you here,” asked your father.

“Well do you remember why I called the other day, the news I had to tell you?”

“You called a day after your normal check-in date. We talked about your brother getting a new position, your sister’s work, your other brother having doubts,” said your mother.

“Yes, but what did I have to tell you? Or did you not listen past that in favor of my siblings?”

“Don’t be like that Y/N, you called to tell us about meeting your match. Is that what this is about,” at least your father remembered.

“Yes, I am here because I might be going away for a long time and this may be my last chance to see you,” you lied, rather you didn’t know if you were telling the truth or not. Kylo would probably fail to tell you when or if you would be going away for a long time so you thought it best to try and be prepared.

“And the guards,” asked your mother rather annoyed.

“I told you that he was a high ranking officer. They are here for my protection, I can’t go anywhere now alone.”

“Yes, but isn’t this one special,” asked your mother pointing to Phasma. “How high ranking is he?”

“Yes, the captain is special. She commands all ‘troopers. And I can’t tell you, all I can tell you is that he is high ranking.”

Your mother narrowed her eyes at you. “So you aren’t even allowed to tell your own family?”

“Not until the Supreme Leader allows it.” That wasn’t a lie at least.

“I see, are we ever going to meet him,” asked your mother.

“Who?”

“Your match,” said your father.

“Hopefully, he should be the one coming to pick me up at the end of this visit.” You turned to look at the lieutenant who was trying his best to mask the fear he was feeling but he was really struggling.

“Would you like something to eat,” your mother asked the captain and the lieutenant. You could see her start to target the lieutenant, she could sense his fear. She would probably try to corner him at some point to try and get answers from him.

Both said no, but your mother started dinner anyways. You made your way into the kitchen and the captain and lieutenant followed but stayed in the dining room.

“That’s a new look,” said your mother.

You looked down at your dress. “Yes, it was his idea.”

“I like it, you look more like a lady. I always liked you in dresses,” commented your mother.

Of course, she did. You had made the choice of a simple wardrobe for ease and financial reasons, but she had always tried to buy you dresses and more frilly girly things. Things that did not match your style and things that you had nowhere to wear.

“Did he buy you more or is that the only dress?” You could tell that she was eye up the dress to possibly steal it.

“Yes, he took me on a shopping trip, or rather he had the captain take me on one. He bought me a whole new wardrobe filled with dresses and all of the things you like. But I don’t think he will let me share. He really isn’t really the sharing type.”

“And he could afford all of this. He’s that high up?”

“Mother, I told you I can’t tell you. But yes he can. He gets paid really well.”

“He gets paid well enough to buy you a new wardrobe of designer clothes?” She was on to you.

“Yes, but they gave us a rather large discount. They want to be in good favor with the First Order higher-ups,” you lied. But actually, you never got to see the total amount of what you spent. For all, you knew you could be telling the truth.

“So he’s high up, high up. Is he a general? An admiral?”

“I can’t tell you, you should stop asking questions mother. You don’t want to get in trouble.”

She let out a hmph, and turned back to making dinner. You grabbed the dishes to set the table. You entered the dining room and the lieutenant jumped up.

“Let me help you m’lady,” said the lieutenant.

“Lieutenant I am fine. You are guests in my parents’ house. And setting the table isn’t really a big deal.” You urged him to sit back down.

“I don’t think the suprem---” you cut him off with a look before he could finish.

“It doesn’t matter what he thinks right now. Until he gets here you are fine.” You tried calming him down. “I won’t let him do anything to you, or the captain for that matter. He likes to blame other’s incompetence for things that are his own problems.”

“I appreciate the sentiment m’lady,” said the captain.

“If he wants me to come back he will have to apologize and come get me himself. I won’t have him hurt either of you. I ordered you both to come with me and for the general to arrange this. He will have to deal with this rationally if he wants me to come back,” you said in a hushed voice knowing your mother may try to eavesdrop.

“Rationality is not exactly what he is known for m’lady,” said the captain.

“Yes, but this time he doesn’t have a choice,” you responded before heading back into the kitchen to finish grabbing what you need to set the table.

Dinner was an interesting affair. Phasma took off her helmet and your parents seemed surprised again to see that she was a woman and a rather beautiful one too. Your mother still seemed to be targeting the lieutenant. You thought the First Order could use her in an interrogation room as she seemed pretty skilled but you and the captain came to his aid any time she asked a question that seemed to be out of line.

After dinner, your father retreated back down to the television your mother was at the other one. This was their nightly routine, your mother made dinner, they ate and then they went their separate ways to watch their different shows until they went to bed. They were matches but you never really saw them agree on much. They had their occasional fights and arguments like most couples but they weren’t the fairytale happily ever after. You wondered if they weren’t matches would they have ever gotten married? Probably not.

Your mother was a complainer, but your father was a sweet man. Even though they both tended to ignore you for your siblings you were thankful that they didn’t kick you out when you arrived. You never seemed to meet their expectations, but that didn’t matter right now. You got two of the other rooms ready for the captain and the lieutenant. You would be in your childhood bedroom. You put the captain in the room closest to you, your sister’s, and the lieutenant in one of your brother’s rooms.

The lieutenant followed you around like a lost puppy trying to let you let him help you. You kept telling him you were fine and that he was a guest. The captain took this time to roam through the house and to check things out. She checked on the ‘troopers outside and she checked the perimeter.

You had a feeling that Kylo would come to get you tomorrow. You had a feeling that he was probably wreaking havoc on the ship, but you didn’t care right now. Well, you did care about officers and their safety, you didn’t want them hurt, but he needed to learn a lesson. One that might cost him and the First Order a bit, but it was one that he needed to learn.

You got ready for bed, your mother came into the bathroom and seemed to inspect your new luxury skincare products and she seemed to follow you into your room and inspect your bags too. She seemed to be very interested in all of your new clothes. You knew if you weren’t careful something might just walk off with her. Not that you really cared about your new things, but you weren’t going to have her think that it was ok to do so.

Once ready for bed you said goodnight to your parents and the lieutenant and captain. Surprisingly you had an easy time falling asleep without the aid of any pills. You did not dream much, but what you did was pleasant and when you woke in the morning you felt rested.

You walked downstairs after getting dressed in another floral dress, but this one was a swing dress that had a nice pouf in the skirt. You greeted everyone good morning and went about finishing getting ready. Your father was making breakfast. Your mother once again came in to inspect your new things.

“You know, I had one of the officers make a list of everything I brought with me. They will inspect my bags once I return,” you lied. That seemed to catch her attention though as she put what she was holding down and walked away. It made you giggle internally.

You joined everyone for breakfast which seemed to be as pleasant as last night’s dinner. Once breakfast was finished you helped your father with the dishes.

“Is he treating you right? Is that why you are here,” you had always had a better relationship with him, he could read you a bit better than your mother could.

“He messed up a bit and I needed a break. I don’t have my apartment anymore. I also needed to send him a message.”

“Does he know you are here?”

“Yes. I left a message. If he wants me to come back he will have to apologize the right way. I obviously can’t tell you much, but he needs to learn what is ok and what is not. How often do girls run away to their parents’?”

“I suppose I can’t really threaten him like back in the old days can I? Well if he is smart he should be here soon. Your mother has been eyeing your bags.”

“I know she has been. But you are right you can’t threaten him it would be treason. I am hoping he will be here soon as it would prove my point that he can’t just treat me any way he wants to.”

Your father and you just went about finishing the dishes in silence. Once done you went to check on the lieutenant and captain. Who were in your room for some reason.

“M’lady your mother keeps checking your bags,” said the lieutenant.

“I know. She wants something, I don’t know what but usually if I have something nice she tries to take it. It doesn’t bother me really but if you want to threaten her captain in regards to my safety go right ahead.”

You heard a chuckle come from her, “will do ma’am.”

With that, you heard the roar of shuttle engines outside. So he was finally coming to get you. You knew you needed to stand your ground, or what little ground you had. You went down to be the one to open the front door.

There was a knock, you opened the door. There stood Kylo in a three-piece all-black suit with a grey tie with First Order symbols all over it. You slammed the door in his face and marched right back to your room and sat on your bed.

There was another knock, this time your father answered the door. You could hear him and Kylo talking. Your mother called up to you, “Y/N your match is here to see you.”

“Tell him to go away,” you yelled down.

The lieutenant and captain just stared at you. You really needed to help the lieutenant work on his poker face.

You heard footsteps climb the stairs. At your door, you saw him. He ordered the lieutenant and captain to give you both privacy. He stood awkwardly for a few moments before saying, “you look nice.”

“I look like a housewife from the 1950s.”

“I said you could buy anything you wanted.”

“You told me, wait, no you told the captain to tell me that I needed to look like an empress. I didn’t have much to go off of other than corsets and huge fucking dresses. So I picked the next best thing I could think of, princesses.”

“I can get you all of the best gowns in the galaxy. Long things that will trail behind you.”

“I don’t want gowns Kylo.”

“What do you want?”

“I want someone who will fucking talk to me. I want someone who will listen to me. Someone who won’t put thoughts into my head. I want a match who will be there for me, one who won’t make me into his trophy wife or puppet. One who won’t lie to me or keep secrets from me. I want a partner. How did it feel for me to treat you the same way you treat me?”

Kylo stayed silent for a while before extending his hand to you, an offering. “I want to take you home.”

“This is home Kylo.”

“No, I want to take you back to my home. Our home.” He grabbed your waist and hauled you up into a kiss. It felt much like your first one, all of the sparks and memories came crashing back.

When the kiss finally broke you said, “You said you wanted me to be an empress, you wanted me to be the one to tell you when to strike. I can’t do that if you treat me like a songbird in a cage. I need to be treated better.”

His lips were on your neck, “You will be, but first I need to take you back.”

“What if I don’t want to go back?”

“You have to as we will be leaving Earth soon. The finalizer will take its place as running things and you and I will return to the Supremacy where we will roam and rule the galaxy as we please.”

“And if I don’t want to go?”

“Then I will leave you on this Earth to rot and I will make General Pryde in charge of the planet. I’m sure that’s what you want isn’t it?”

You were afraid. He was about to make the general who he knew you didn’t like in charge of your home, in charge of your people. You were going to have to sacrifice a bit of yourself to keep them safe.

“I will go, but I want to choose who gets left in charge of Earth, and I would like to be able to say goodbye to my friends. And I would like to be honest with all of them about who you are. I should be safe because we won’t be here long.”

He looked at you for a moment, before crashing his lips harshly down on yours. Once the kiss was broken, “As you wish Kitten.” With that, he waited for you to finish packing before escorting you downstairs to the living room where your parents, the captain, the lieutenant and General Hux were sitting.

His grip around your waist was tight. There would be no running away.

“Sir and Madam I am aware that your daughter has told you that I am a high ranking officer in the First Order. This isn’t true. I am the Supreme Leader of the First Order. It would do you both well to keep this a secret if you wish to continue living.” He then swept you out the door while barking to the others to grab your bags.

The look of horrification on your parents’ faces was something that was burned into your mind forever. You tried to look back at the house but you were yanked forward by the man next to you. He practically dumped you into your seat before he buckled you in. You could feel the Force holding you down keeping you from going anywhere.

“If you run from me again, I will have no mercy on your planet or your people. You are mine. You are not the empress yet. Not until you finish your training. For now, you are mine to do with as I wish. I will respect your wish to wait, but just know that I am not a patient man.”

You saw the others carrying the bags. You may have just made things worse for all of you. The man sitting next to you was not the same man you had first met. He was changed. He was darker. He was scarier. He was a beast. And you needed to figure out how to tame him without getting caught in his claws. You were a kitten, he was a lion. You had to think quickly otherwise you didn’t stand a chance.

#kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo x reader #kylo x you #star wars #first order #star wars imagine #Star wars soulmate au #sw first order imagine #star wars first order #first order propaganda #a soul to mend his own

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angel-squid-trash-ghost · 4 years ago

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Parental Guidance Pt.2

Katara’s new habit was sitting in the healing hut and watch Kehana work. It had been four days after the Fire nation men had escaped and when the boy finally moved. Katara looked down at him. He stared back with one eye. The other had been bandaged after the dead skin was removed. His eye was thin and a shade of yellow she had only seen in her dreams. His skin was pale, and his long hair was as dark as the winter sky. Katara wasn’t sure if he saw her. The boy didn’t react in the slightest. He just stared and blinked at her. Katara knew he was Fire Nation. Fire nation is what everyone told her to be afraid of. Fire nation is what took her mommy away. But this boy was hurt. He had a burn on his face. Maybe he had been hurt like her mommy had.

“Hello.” Katara breathed.

The boy didn’t answer. He just blinked.

Katara nodded once, “Are you thirsty?” She reached over for a cup of water. He watched her arm as it moved. “Drink.”

The boy tried to sit up. Katara put her hand behind his back. He gingerly took the cup and took a sip. And then a gulp. He gulped until he was tilting his head back.

“Slowly! Slowly!” Katara giggled.

Kehana turned around to see the boy sitting upright. Her shriek startled them both. The cup went flying and the boy curled into Katara. Kehana dropped the ointment she was mixing and ran out of the hut. The gust of cold caused the boy to push into her further. She took a note from her brother and shushed him gently as she waited for who most likely would be her dad.

“It’s ok. Don’t worry. Dad is nice.” She tried to reassure him. But the boy was shaking.

Surprisingly Sokka entered first. He probably heard the scream from Kehana.

“Katara what happened!” Then he saw the Fire nation boy sitting straight with his eye open.

For days Sokka heard the adults gossip about the Fire nation boy. Most said he was going to die abandoned by his own people. His sister thought otherwise. When Kehana couldn’t get broth down his throat, Katara did. When no one wanted to supervise him, Katara did. The half faced half dead child was her new project. Sokka hadn’t bothered her because for whatever reason she hadn’t mentioned their mother since. She would just sit and feed and mend the corpse. Now the corpse who was very much alive sat upright. He hung on his sister like a polar dog on its mother’s tit. And it bothered him.

“What is he doing?” Sokka gestured to the trembling boy.

“I think he’s scared.” Katara stroked his hair which seemed to calm the boy down a bit.

Hakoda entered the hut. The men behind him held the pelt open, causing air to drift in. So, the boy bent again inwards. The men all murmured. But her father didn’t say anything for some time. Katara didn’t let him go. She held him in her arms while he took in her warmth. Her dad exited without a word, leaving just the children in the hut.

“Hush, hush. It’s ok. I promise. You’ll be safe.” Katara stroked more.

“Don’t tell him that!” Sokka cut in, “You don’t know that. Dad is gonna send him back with the other Fire nation scum!”

“Shut up. He’s hurt too.” Katara looked down at the quivering boy.

“Hey, kid!” Sokka ticked his head, “Can you stand up?”

The boy didn’t answer. He stayed curled into Katara.

“Hey, kid! Why were you on that ship? How did you sink? Are you a spy? What are your Fire nation plans?” Sokka asked without missing a beat.

“Be quiet. He just woke up.” Katara said.

“What’s your name, kid?” Sokka repeated the question when he didn’t answer.

Katara decided to try. She drew a little bit away, “What’s your name little boy?”

The boy babbled something that Katara couldn’t understand.

“Eh! He speaks Fire’s Tongue. He can’t understand us.” Sokka pointed.

The voices of the men outside got louder.

Katara ignored them. “Can you understand us?” The boy continued to stare. Katara thought for a moment. She gestured to herself then to her brother, “Katara, Katara. Sokka, Sokka.” She put her hand on his shoulder “You?”

The boy looked between her and her brother, “Zuko.” He said quietly.

“Zuko!” Katara was elated. She wasn’t sure why.

Sokka suddenly was interested. He knelt next to them. “Zuko enemy.”

“No!” Katara pushed Sokka over.

Zuko was trying to say something back. He looked back at Katara and tried to say something to her too. Zuko then started to cry.

She tried to shush him again. She shook his shoulder and stroked his long sweaty hair, “Zuko is safe. Safe. Zuko is safe.” Katara wiped his tears.

There were other voices outside now. Katara heard Kehana and other women starting to argue. The village must have been gathering around. Katara wasn’t as brave as she was pretending to be. She hoped her dad would come back inside soon. Sokka grumbled about her being dumb. Zuko laid his head back to her chest. He started shaking again.

Hakoda returned. Others tried to follow but he held them back. “Children go outside.”

As soon as Katara moved Zuko white knuckled her parka. He tried to tell her something again but stopped when she stayed quiet. He wept softly.

Hakoda scanned the boy. He seemed harmless, but the people outside were worried. Each minute that passed caused the crowd to get louder. He didn’t blame them. He too was worried about the child’s presence. He only found comfort in the fact winter was coming soon. Winter was the safest time as long as there was food and warmth. Fire Nation didn’t dare sail Southern waters if they had the risk of getting trapped.

Hakoda called for his mother. Kanna didn’t need to push her way through. She was the oldest and most respected member of the community. Most of her life was lived during war. No one would question her wisdom on the matters of who was an enemy or not. The crowd separated for her as she entered the healing hut. If anyone knew what to do it would be her.

“And what’s the matter?” Kanna squinted her eyes to get a look at the crying Fire Nation boy.

“Gran-Gran, he says his name is Zuko.” Katara stroked his hair.

“Mm, Hakoda, tell Zuko he’s safe now.” Kanna pulled over a seat and sat down with a grunt, “Katara sit him up. Come on now.”

Katara didn’t hesitate. She lifted Zuko up, so he was sitting next to her.

Sokka puffed his chest out. “When is he gonna leave! Dad can’t talk to him. No one can.”

“Oh, stop that.” Kanna tapped his chest back down.

Hakoda knelt down to his daughter and her feeble patient. He switched to Trade Jargon. It didn’t come as easily as he would have liked. He said the few words that he knew asking who he was. The boy didn’t react. The one little eye that he had watched him. Hakoda nodded.

“I’m afraid he only speaks the Fire language.” Hakoda stood tall.

“That’s enough for now. Time to go.” Kanna said.

“Are we going to teach him? What’s going to happen to him?” Katara asked.

Sokka pointed angrily, “So he can infiltrate our forces?!”

“Shut up!” Katara squeaked. Zuko put his head on her shoulder.

“None of that. Come now.” Kanna stood and shuffled to the children.

Kanna held her arms out. Zuko looked at Katara who smiled. He tried to stand. His legs wobbled and almost gave way. Hakoda’s arm shot out and he tried to catch the boy the best he could. Katara held him by the underarms almost falling too.

“We should have moved your legs more!” Katara struggled not to drop him.

Hakoda took a firmer hold on Zuko. Bato called inside. The people were waiting apprehensively for what’s going to be done about the boy. Their question was answered when Kanna appeared carrying Zuko. Zuko held her tight around her neck trying to hide his face from the icy breeze. Some attempted to move him to get their first look. Kanna shooed their hands away.

“So where are we taking him?” Sokka followed his father closely.

“Home.” Hakoda said with his own uncertainty.

“What!? He’s going to live with us?” Sokka threw his arms up.

“Yay!” Katara skipped after her Gran-Gran.

…

His mother prepared some extra sleeping furs. She arranged them next to Katara’s and Sokka’s bedding. He didn’t agree of her choice of placement but was not going to incur her wrath. It seemed she had already got attached to the Fire Nation pup. Hakoda watched as the boy ate small bites from the dinner his mother made. His little hands were also bandaged. He hadn’t noticed any other injuries besides the blaring scar when he arrived. It was a miracle how such a small child survived a shipwreck.

Hakoda couldn’t help but be suspicious. He saw the child but saw the golden eye first. Zuko started taking bigger bites. Katara moved the spoon in his hand so he dribbled less. The boy seemed to not mind the attention of his mother or daughter. He noticed however that he would glare at Sokka if he spoke.

“What’s wrong with it? I thought you liked seaweed stew. You’ve barely taken a bite.” Kanna said giving a look only a mother could give.

Hakoda took a bite. And then another. It was delicious.

“Zuko. Do you like it?” Katara turned her head. Zuko blinked at her. Katara pointed to the bowl. “Good?”

Zuko nodded enthusiastically, “Good!”

“Do you remember my name?” Katara directed to herself.

“Katara!” Zuko smiled.

“And him?” Katara pointed at his son.

Zuko lost his smile for something more indifferent, “Sokka.”

“Zuko enemy!” Sokka stuck out his tongue.

“No!” Zuko jutted out his spoon.

“Wow you’re learning so quick!” Katara patted him. Zuko smiled again.

His mother introduced herself as Gran-Gran. Hakoda found it odd but he ignored it. He introduced himself as Sir. Kanna made a noise. Katara didn’t seem to like it either. Hakoda ignored that too. He didn’t want them getting to used to Zuko being in their house. The only reason he allowed it was out of respect for his mother. If he had his way, the boy looked well enough to be sent a drift on a raft. Hakoda sighed. His mind relented and steadied his nerves. Zuko was only a child. There wasn’t much the small boy could do to hurt them. Except maybe eat all their food. Hakoda chuckled when Zuko lifted his bowl to drink the rest of his stew. It was harder to ignore the old man’s words echoing in his head. I know your heart cannot be so hard.

The candles wore down and Hakoda announced the children’s bedtime. Kanna made Hakoda dig out some of Sokka’s old sleep clothes for Zuko. Zuko stared at the blue fabric for some time grinning to himself. He wondered what the boy was thinking. Hell, he couldn’t ask. But in the same night Zuko could say their names, good, yes, no, please, and bed. When Katara changed his bandages, he learned the word hurt.

Zuko was able to walk over to his own bedding without help. To be a child again and recover that quickly, Hakoda thought. Kanna tucked them in tight. She gave each child a kiss before going to tend the hearth. Hakoda leaned down and said his nightly prayers over his two children and bid them goodnight. He hugged and kissed them as he normally did and started to leave. Zuko sat up. He said something in Fire’s Tongue before his lip started to tremble.

Hakoda’s eye twitched. The notion of telling him to be quiet or to comfort him collided in his mind making it go blank. He scratched his temple thinking of what to do next. His mind went in circles until his heart made his decision. He knelt down to the boy and pecked him quick on the forehead.

“Goodnight, Zuko.” He whispered to the half-faced boy.

“Yes.” Zuko smiled.

Some nights after, Zuko woke up three times screaming. The first two times Katara talked to him until he settled back down. The third time he crawled over to Hakoda's furs. He tried to tell him something that Hakoda couldn’t recognize. Zuko tried desperately to make Hakoda understand. It broke his heart. Every time Hakoda shook his head Zuko whined and motioned to his head.

"Hurt? Does it hurt?" Hakoda pointed to his scar.

Zuko whined again this time wrapping both arms around his crown. "No good."

"Oh! You had a bad dream!" Hakoda made the best gesture he could think of.

Zuko seemed to understand. Zuko shuddered sobbing. Big wet tears rolled out of his good eye. He held the bandages so the tears would not leave his left one and irritate the wound. Hakoda’s didn’t know how to comfort him. He had a few nightmares himself as a child. Most children have one or two. He’d be haunted by child eating ocean creatures and evil gremlins. But his daughter dreamt about the murder of his wife. And there was no telling the horrors Zuko dreamt of.

Hakoda picked Zuko up and cradled him to the crook of his neck. He rubbed his back and said nice things to him. Zuko did not stop shivering until he fell back asleep. Hakoda kept Zuko with him the rest of the night. He slept through the night after that.

There were more nights when Zuko woke crying. And more nights after that when he’d wake sweating. But it was his daughter who took on the responsibility. She would push herself out of slumber and pull him back to his furs.

“Zuko is safe.” She murmured in her tiredness.

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simsadventures · 5 years ago

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After All: Chapter 7: Please

Summary: Tony learns about Hannah, and has a real problem remaining cool. Meanwhile, you spend your time with Bruce, and as Bucky sees you with him continuously, he gets a little jealous.

Warnings: angst, angry Tony, jealousy, fluff, swearing

Word Count: 2461

A/N: I got carried away with the Tony bit a little, so my apologies. Anyway, thank you everyone for the positive feedback, means a world to me. Love you all 3000!!

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Tony was seething. He was sitting in his chair, listening to all Bucky had to say, even if it took all his willpower not to jump at him. His relationship with Bucky was almost nonexistent, and he was on the team pretty much only because Steve insisted on it, and swore he would take care of his friend. Tony never went on a mission with Bucky; fortunately, the world being a little less crazy nowadays, so the whole team rarely got together on missions.

He was well aware that Bucky did all those things, even killing his parents under mind control, but that didn’t mean he had to suddenly like him. And Bucky wasn’t that fond of Tony, to be honest, he thought of him as a narcissistic asshole, but he never let his emotions get the better of him. He knew he was lucky to be on the team, to have a safe space, and on top of it all, friends bordering with family. The two of them never really tried to spend some time together, so it was a surprise for Tony when he saw Bucky marching towards his office.

He was pissed not only at Bucky and Hannah, even though his anger was primarily directed towards those two. He was also mad at himself. He gave you a job, hell, he did everything he could to persuade you to come and work with them. He thought of you as one of the most brilliant scientists and inventors of this era, and he needed you on the team. He promised you the best working place you could imagine, and here you were, bullied by members of his team. He obviously didn’t pay enough attention to you, because if he were, he could’ve seen what was coming.

Even when Bucky finished the whole story, Tony remained calm. He was sure if he spoke up, he’d actually kill someone. So he took a few breaths and closed his eyes, trying to think of the best thing to do. He knew he had to fire or at least transfer Hannah fro screwing up with people like that. His problem was Bucky. If he could, he would send him flying out of the window behind him, and just the thought of it made him smile a little. Yup that would make him happy for sure and Tony would bet you’d like to see it too.

But as much as he wanted nothing more than to hurt Bucky, he knew it wasn’t an option. Not really.

“What do you propose I do, Barnes?”

Bucky stared at him, dumbfounded. He expected a lot of things, but not a calm and collected Tony. At least on the outside, anyway. “I can’t really tell you what to do with Hann-“

“Oh, I’m not asking about Hannah. I’m asking you, what do you think I should do with you? I understand that you had pretty much no idea that Y/N is not a HYDRA agent. But you still hurt her pretty much, from what I hear. So can you tell me what I should do with someone like you? Because let me tell you something. I would be ecstatic to punch the living hell out of you, I really would, but I don’t think it’s my place. I don’t think I have the right to punish you. I believe that whatever Y/N’s got for you will be punishment enough. So, be on your way, and I advise you to try and stay clear of me for at least the next two days. This calm demeanour will wear off rather quickly.”

Bucky widened his eyes a little, nodded sharply, and walked out of Tony’s office. He expected to be sidelined from missions for a month, or something like that. But Tony was right. Every second that you didn’t speak to him, and genuinely didn’t care about him, hurt ten thousand times more than anything Tony could do to him.

As soon as Bucky left Tony’s office, Tony shouted at F.R.I.D.A.Y. “Friday, I need you to send agent Burks to my office, ASAP.”

“Yes, sir. Agent Burks is being informed.”

Tony just hummed and stared out the window. He knew she was a reasonably good agent, but at the same time, this country had many good agents, so he wouldn’t miss her. Hell, he didn’t know what she looked like. He was sure that the second she comes to the room he’d know immediately, but at the current state, no face was coming to his mind. He patiently waited, gave few orders for FRIDAY to sent out, until he heard the door open and close.

He turned around and there she was. As he thought, he was aware she was one of the agents, but that was all he could say to their relationship. Even his relationship with Barnes was stronger, Tony thought, and the thought almost made him snicker. What a paradox!

“Sit down, agent Burks, there are some things we need to discuss.”

Hannah had to idea what would Mr Stark want. She wasn’t aware of anything she’d done wrong, so she could only hope this was some kind of promotion or a pay raise.

“You wanted to see me, Mr Stark?”

She smiled sweetly. She was, indeed, a beautiful woman, but Tony couldn’t care less. One, he had Pepper, and she was the most beautiful woman on Earth, and two, this woman in front of him was a lying bitch trying to get somebody’s attention by hurting other people. And Tony couldn’t stand people like that.

“It got to me that you’ve been acting unprofessionally lately. You have anything to say for yourself?”

“M’ sorry? I’m not aware of me doing anything wrong, sir.”

Right, Tony thought and smirked. If she at least had the decency to come clean and beg for forgiveness. Not Tony’s, of course, but still.

“So you’re not aware you came with a fairytale that one of our best scientists is a spy, and you also didn’t put this very idea into Bucky’s head, then?”

There was a silence in the room. Tony could have sworn he saw all the thoughts running through Hannah’s mind, while she was trying to think of some lame excuse.

She wanted to speak up, but Tony stopped her. “You know what? I don’t even wanna hear it. You’re a good agent, I’m willing to acknowledge that much. But you are obviously a shitty person, and, to be honest, I, nor anyone else wants such a person around. But because you are good at your job, I’m not gonna fire you. You will be transferred to the CIA, with whom, as you might know, we collaborate very closely. They are always in need of more people, and I already sent a message to their headquarters, and you are very welcomed there. I didn’t tell them about what you did, but trust me, if I found out that you’re still doing shit like that? I will make sure everyone in the States knows, are we clear?”

“Sir, yes, sir!” Hannah all but saluted him and ran out of his office. He sent a few other agents to her room, making sure she really leaves and leaves without talking to you. That was Tony’s primary mission. Tony thought the whole thing was a success, nobody fought him, and everyone was doing exactly what he wanted them. Good day at the office, he thought and made a mental note to come by your lab the next day, to see if you were ok and if you knew that Hannah was no longer part of the team.

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The day Tony came to your office was one of the happiest in the latest history. At first, you were pretty shaken, because you were that kind of person who never tried to make a problem to others, especially by going to the boss and complaining. But it wasn’t you, and it kind of surprised you when you learned that it was actually Bucky.

You knew about the relationship Tony and Bucky shared, so you were confused as to why he would go to his “boss/colleague” for you. Because from what Tony said, it seemed that, indeed, Bucky went there so that Hannah wouldn’t bother you, primarily. What surprised you, even more, was that Tony was actually speaking in a very positive tone about Bucky. Not friendly, of course, but in a way that you saw that Tony sympathised with Bucky. After he left, Bruce came running towards you, asking you what that was all about.

When you told him the whole story, Bruce insisted that the two of you had to celebrate getting rid of that bitch. Bruce had a lot of emotions towards Hannah, and you knew that her only luck was not meeting him in a hallway somewhere. It could have been the last she did, for that matter.

It was a Friday night, and you invited Bruce over to yours, to watch a movie and eat a shitload of popcorn. That was your kind of perfect Friday night!

You decided that Superman vs Batman was the greatest choice for the night, and settled on the couch. Not that you were paying much attention to the movie, thanks to Bruce’s constant babbling. He finally asked Natasha out, and you had to prep him for his date the next night. You were telling him about great places to have dinner in Brooklyn when suddenly, you heard a loud knock on your door. Bruce was standing up to get it, but you pushed him back into the couch and went to answer it yourself.

When you opened the door, you saw Bucky standing there, three packs of popcorn in one hand, and a bottle of wine in the other. It was Friday night, he thought that he could start mission “Redemption” by going back to your favourite activity. It was an olive branch, you knew that, but there was no way in the world that you’d throw out Bruce and let Bucky in. And having the two of them together was a bit risky too, Bruce was still on the verge of breaking Bucky’s jaw whenever he saw him.

“What are you doing here, Bucky?” you wanted it to sound harsh and distant, but all you got out of yourself was a meek little nothing. You were a pussy, you thought to yourself and inwardly rolled your eyes at your behaviour.

“I thought we could watch a movie, Y/N. It’s Friday, you know?” he smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. He really was a handsome man, you gotta give him that.

“It’s nice of you, but I already have company. Maybe some other time. Goodnight, Bucky.”

You could see that Bucky’s eyes roamed across your little apartment before his eyes landed on Bruce. He clenched his jaw, mumbled his Goodnight to you both, and was on his way.

You were aware of how it looked, you and Bruce watching a movie on Friday night, with a blanket previously draped over the both of you. But you were just good friends. You shrugged your shoulder and gave your full attention back to Bruce, who was a very hopeless man when it came to the woman. He might have had 7 PhDs, but he lacked a basic course in being around women he wanted to impress. It would have offended you a little if it weren’t Bruce. But you let it slide and told him all about the first day touches and all that. Although, you were quite sure it would work differently with the Black Widow herself.

Next time you saw Bucky was in a gym. You wanted to get in at least some form of shape, and Bruce offered that he’d go with you. Hulk was bulky and all, but he had problems lifting a heavier bag.

You were both on a treadmill, chatting freely, sometimes laughing so much so had to step to the side so you wouldn’t fall off that devilish thing.

Bucky was sparing with Steve, who learned about what happened and beaten the crap out of Bucky. All seemed to be good now, so it was harmless jabs here and there. Bucky was looking at you and Bruce, and his breathing got heavier. He couldn’t help it but saw almost red at the moment. He wanted to be there with you. He wanted you to feel comfortable enough with him to laugh like that. Damn, he loved your laugh. It never ceased to make him smile as well. He couldn’t believe he lost the privilege to make you laugh because some bitch told him to. He was even more stupid than he thought.

Steve stopped as well, following Bucky’s gaze, and smirking lightly. “What is it, jerk? Little jealous, are we?”

“Shut up, punk. I’m not jealous, and I’m definitely not jealous of Bruce!”

“Sure thing, buddy. I think we both know the truth. Why don’t you talk to her, huh?”

Bucky sighed and turned to face Steve again. “You think I haven’t been trying? But every fucking time I try to apologise again, or just simply talk to her, Bruce is there, like a loyal puppy.”

“Oh, and who’s fault is that, bud? If only you spoke to me, made sure that Y/N was really a target, you could’ve avoided this situation altogether. But because you are scared to love, scared to show your real self to someone, you all too eagerly shoved Y/N away. I would like to help you, my friend, but that’s something you gotta realise on your own. Because that girl? She is gold, and I think you know that too. So if I were you, I’d put my head out of my ass and beg her for forgiveness, even if it meant fighting Hulk.”

Steve finished his speech with a punch to Bucky’s ribs, which sent him to the floor. “That’s for trusting someone more than me.” He smirked and helped Bucky off the ground.

Bucky looked in your direction, where you were now stretching, your ass in the air, and he gulped. Hard. You were gold, inside and out, and he would get you back. He simply had to. There was no other way.

You looked in Bucky’s direction, knowing well enough he was watching you stretch, so you gave him a good show of what he was missing. You were no Hannah, but you were yourself, and that was enough. There was a little, a tiny part of you which hoped it would be enough for Bucky as well. And by the way he was adjusting himself just by watching you, you wanted to think it was.

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lu-undy · 4 years ago

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A lil sad request: spy gets hurt on the battlefield like really hurt and he’s rushed to medic bay afterwards. And sniper not allowed to see him so he gets really worried and starts venting to demo that he might not ever see him again and he that blaming himself for lu getting injured. Only to have Interrupted by spy in cast who is very disappointed that mundy thinks he could killed so easily-

Here we go, a worried lil’ Aussie bloke :) Hope you like it!

"They've been in there for hours, can't I see him? I just want to see him!"

"Nyet."

Heavy was standing in front of the door to Medic's lab. His German friend had instructed him not to let anyone in, especially not Sniper.

"Ugh, mate, please…"

"Nyet."

Sniper sighed and his shoulders sank. Heavy stood like a wall between him and Medic's lab.

"Is there anything I can do for you to let me in?"

Heavy shook his head.

"Wanker…" Sniper turned his back and went away.

Spy had been quite severely injured right at the end of the round so respawn did not fix it. All Sniper knew about it was what he saw of the incident. Spy was escaping the enemy Soldier and wanted to jump to a lower level of the map. However, Soldier had shot a rocket, making Spy jump higher than he had anticipated and he landed unconscious right at Sniper's feet as the Administrator announced their victory.

Well, what is a victory when Spy's body was unconscious and covered in blood in Sniper's arms?

Nothing is what it was, nothing, and certainly not a victory.

Sniper went back to the base. He thought that a bit of time with his colleagues might manage to distract him from his worries about his lover. He sat on the couch in the living-room next to Demo and Soldier who were watching some American football on TV.

"Hey, lad, fancy a beer?" Demo handed him a bottle but Sniper shook his head. "Is it Spy?" Demo asked, seeing his friend's distraught blue eyes behind the aviator glasses.

"Yeah…"

"No! He missed it!" Soldier shouted at the screen and both Sniper and Demo got startled.

"C'mere, lad. You need a good chat." Demo stood up and pulled Sniper to follow him. He dragged him outside and they sat on the edge of the van, at the back, on the small step there. "So, what's wrong?"

"He's still with Medic and I'm… I'm worried, ok?"

"Yeah, I can see that. But don't you worry, I'm sure the doc' will fix him!"

"Yeah, well…"

Demo squinted at Sniper.

"The doc' always fixes us, why d'you still worry?"

"I don't know… When he crashed next to me, I - it was terrible. His face was pale, more pale than usual but he was covered in blood and worst of all, he was completely unconscious. But what scares me now is that the doc' never spends that long with anyone, even when we break our bones… I can't help thinkin' something seriously bad has happened."

Demo put a hand on Sniper's shoulder but the Aussie kept his head lowered, staring at his boots and the orange, dusty ground of the desert.

"Have you tried to ask Medic?" Demo asked.

"I tried, but Heavy's at the door and he won't let me in…"

"Ah, yeah, well… D'you want me to go and ask? Maybe he'll let me go in?"

Sniper's face brightened.

"Y-yeah, please, ask him how Spy's doing and uh, how much longer before I see him, and ask him if-"

"Wow, wow, lad, calm down, eh?" Demo chuckled. "I'll do it all. Now, you stay here and," Demo stood up. "Ye don't move, alright?"

Sniper nodded excitedly and he rested his chin on his palms, waiting for Demo to come back. The poor Aussie couldn't help taking a look at his watch every so often. He was naturally patient, but Spy had changed him a bit in that regard.

Well, Spy had changed him a lot. First, he loved him back, and that was the biggest change in Sniper's life for a few decades at least. He wasn't one to go around wooing ladies or gents. He didn't like the whole process of dating. Having ideas where to take the person, getting ready for it, preparing everything and half of the time, ending up being stood up. Nah… He didn't like it. The way Sniper usually did it was in pubs. After a couple of drinks, no one is shy anymore and sheilas are easier to get and less picky. He'd play the solitary hunter who lives in a van and boom, as easy as a headshot, he'd find himself someone to spend the night with.

But that was about it. The next morning, they would be gone and wouldn't want more of him. Hell, to be honest, neither did he. How could you want more from someone that you just know the body of?

Spy had broken that habit - or that curse. Sniper couldn't exactly recall how it happened but they got to know each other and spend more and more time with each other without it feeling like dates per se. They would show up in their Mann Co. uniforms and decide what to do on the spur of the moment. Spy showed him a few good movies, not always the kind that Sniper had expected him to like. He would reciprocate by showing him the stars at night and commenting at length on the godly night blanket under which Sniper slept.

Not anymore, eh. They had started sleeping together and as curious as it had seemed for both of them, they had started by just sleeping. Sniper found it odd that Spy wouldn't be more forward but on his side of things, Spy just wanted that: some company. Sniper eventually understood it and they spent the sweetest nights with the most pleasant of dreams. They were living the dream, sleeping in each other's arms, one spooning the other, or one using the other's shoulder as a pillow, their limbs entangled. And they would wake up to hums, kisses and happy moans.

Sniper sighed and he grinned without realising it. He was in love with the Frenchman in a way that was so different, so pure, that it almost seemed childish.

Of course, they had their needs and as such, they would indulge each other when they weren't too tired. Sniper had learnt a lot throughout the torrid nights with Spy. He had learnt about it as a general concept but also about himself. Spy showed him a lot without maybe knowing it. But now Sniper knew. He was lovable, his scars, bites and claw marks weren't a problem, his lack of Australia-shaped chest hair wasn't an issue at all and none of it made him less of a man. No, as it turned out, Spy showed extensively how much he loved them all, how he treasured every bit of his lover's body. And in his turn, Sniper had reciprocated.

"Sniper?"

Demo's voice broke Sniper's daydreaming.

"So, you saw him?"

"Nah, Heavy didn't let me in but he went to ask and Medic said you could go and see for yerself."

"Oh, I'll go then, thanks, mate."

"No problem, lad."

Sniper almost ran to Medic's quarters. Heavy had disappeared from the front door. He gave a knock and Medic answered.

"Yes, Sniper, come in."

"Hey, uh, can I see him?"

Medic nodded.

"Yes, you may. But-"

Sniper didn't wait for the end of the sentence and opened the door to the room Spy was in.

"Spook?"

Distress flashed across Sniper's face as he realised that the room was empty.

"Where is he?" He entered.

"Right behind you." The suave voice with the French accent answered and when Sniper turned and saw him, he threw himself at the injured man, squeezing him in a tight hug.

"Oh my God, you got me worried so much!"

"B-Bushman! Too strong, too strong!"

"Ah, sorry…" Sniper relaxed his hug and took a second to take in the view of Spy in his suit and - oh, a cast on his leg?

"I have to keep it for a few days." Spy said, seeing that Sniper had noticed. "But I have to go and see Medic everyday for it until I remove it."

"Oh, ok… Does it still hurt?"

"A bit, but much less than a few hours ago."

"Gosh, I missed you so much, love…"

Spy softened and let go of the crutches he was holding. They fell on the floor. He cupped Sniper's face with a tender smile.

"I can see that on your face. But did you really think something that bad had happened?"

"Yeah, I mean, you were there for hours…"

"Because I argued with Medic."

"What?"

"Can we sit down please? Resting on one leg is quite painful."

"S-sure."

They took a seat on the chairs in the room.

"Oui, I argued with him because he wanted me to stay here day and night."

"Why didn't you accept? If he thinks it's best for you then do it."

"And be nailed to this room without you for days? Non, I refused. And it took us a bit of quarrelling before we agreed on this solution." Spy pointed at the cast.

"Oh… I see."

"Demoman came and told me you were worried to the bone."

"Y-yeah, a bit." Sniper blushed and averted his gaze. Spy bent forward and took his lover's hand.

"Do you think me that weak? After all we have been through already in this God forsaken company?"

"N-no, nah, I mean…"

Medic opened the door and interrupted them.

"Now that the princess is rescued from her castle, do you mind leaving so that I can disinfect the place? Or maybe you changed your mind Spy, and you want to stay after all?" He taunted.

"My leg is in a cast, but my hands are not and I can still use a knife or a gun, Medic." Spy stood up and caught the crutches that Medic threw at him. He walked to the man in the labcoat. "If I were you, I would watch my tongue." He added threateningly.

"Uh, thanks doc'." Sniper said to ease the atmosphere.

"My absolute pleasure and delight…" Medic sarcastically added. "Always a pleasure to tend to a rotten spoilt child's wounds…"

Spy turned and was about to answer but Sniper dragged him out and in a few minutes, they were back in Spy's smoking-room.

"D'you want something? You hungry? Maybe a glass of water?"

Spy smiled.

"I may be injured but I am not crippled yet, so if I need anything, I am still capable of fetching it myself."

Sniper blushed.

"Sorry, I didn't want to offend you…"

"You didn't. Come next to me, please."

They sat side by side on the sofa.

"Please put the show that you like on TV."

"You want to watch it?" Sniper grabbed the remote and turned the TV screen on.

"Oui." Spy leaned his head on Sniper's shoulder and threw away his gloves and his balaclava.

"Thought you hated it."

"Not more than being away from you for hours." Spy's hand found Sniper's and he held it dearly. "I… I missed you too, Sniper."

Sniper's blush went to his ears and he looked down at Spy. He looked gorgeous… The Aussie wrapped his arm around him and pulled him close.

"Love you, Spook."

"So do I."

Sniper's eyes were back on the screen when he felt a peck land shyly on his cheek before Spy's head settled on his shoulder.

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