#She didn't need to save those civillians but she did.

[crimescrimson]

The Good Deeds Of Ada Wong: Saving Lives

| Ada Destroys Carla's Work |

[puddleslimewrites]

Ducklings (Part 3)

Part 1 / Part 2

Prompt: Civillian!Kid(s) keep showing up to Hero's and Villain's fights (more applicable to parts 1 and 2 but this is a contuation of those c:)

Tag List: @black-rose-events

CW: knife

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"Again," Villain commanded.

Mikey grit his teeth and aimed at the target. He was frustrated, Villain knew, but if these kids were going to run around defying heroes and getting themselves in trouble then Villain would make sure they could at least defend themselves properly.

Marley had a talent for throwing knives but her endurance was low. At present she ran laps around the base while Charlie dug through the weapon pile for something he liked.

Villain called them together once Marley returned from outside. They sighed as the kids sat in a circle around them. Charlie tossed the tazer he'd found up in the air and caught it, then switched hands and did it again. Villain made sure to keep an eye on that out of the corner of their eye.

For a long moment they merely watched the three talk about their training. They were all so lively. It seemed...odd, to have them in a place like this. Villain frowned. "Don't you kids want to go home?"

"Don't got one," Marley grunted. She looked irritated and her shirt was soaked through. Good. Villain was glad to see that she'd at least put in the effort despite all the complaints.

"That warehouse you saved us from was our base," Charlie piped in.

Mikey flipped the knife he was sharpening to check his work. "We were using this one room in the basement that no one ever went in. Got good at sneaking around pretty quick. Charlie's the best at it." He nodded to the youngest in the group, then gestured with the knife.

"Marley is our hard hitter. Charlie's our spy and special op." He went back to polishing. "And I'm the plan guy, I guess."

"You were our leader!" Charlie corrected.

Mikey grinned and gave a half-hearted shrug. "Sure. But now you're the boss, boss," he said to Villain.

Villain...didn't actually know much about these kids, they realized. They'd noticed the hierarchy of power, as the other two often differed to Mikey, but they really hadn't given much thought to where they'd come from. It's about time they fix that.

Villain stood and gave instructions for them to get back to work. They had business to take care of tonight.

~

Hero's patrol route was easy to predict and even easier to intercept. Villain snatched them mid stride and dragged them into the nearest alley.

"I need information."

Hero raised a brow, expression a mix of skeptical and surprised. "You say that as if I'd be willing to give you anything of the sort."

"Oh, you are," Villain assured. They withrew a folder from within their cloak. Hero eyed it as if it would bite if they reached for it, but accepted it nonetheless. "You've been looking for Other Villain." It wasn't a guess - Villain knew this for a fact. "You won't find them...without help."

Hero looked through the papers, then back up at the villain. "You'd sell out an ally? Just like that?"

"Not for free, no." Villain stepped closer to Hero. "I need information," they said again. They gave Hero another folder - this one much thinner. They allowed Hero to glance through its contents.

"This is-"

The hero was cut off by a knife at their throat.

"You tell anyone else about them and Supervillain will be the least of your worries," Villain hissed in their ear.

There was a tense moment in which neither dared to move. Then, with a soft exhale and the barest inclination of their chin, Hero was set free.

"A bit harsh for your methods," Hero commented gruffly. They felt their neck - the knife had broken skin, but not enough to let the wound bleed freely.

On any other day, Villain would have looked satisfied with the compliment. Today, they put a hand on Hero's shoulder and tapped the folder with the edge of their knife. Villain leaned close again, grip tightening, as a grin split their face, to deliver a final warning.

"Anything. For my kids."

[howlingday]

Ok so for a bit of backstory in this AU ruby manges to save pyrrha and beat cinder by using her silver eyes so she is recognised as a hero by all of vale, taking notice of that the counsil of vale decides tha she is the go-to huntress to deal with the grim.

At the beginning everything was great she a hero and loved by all but as time passed things changed when she came to help it was " thank you for comming you saved us" to "why did you not come before, if you were faster they would be alive" and now" i just lost my new car because of you, i missed a meating because you're useless"

So after 5 years of just being a tool for counsil they decided to send her on a last mission :kill salem or die trying

After all if she win she wil be the greatest hero ever if she died she will be a martyr who fought valiantly aganist the grim the council wins either way.

Ruby rose the unwilling puppet : the child prodigy turned icon has lost much of the childish wonder she once had after being used like a tool by vale council, she has become a no-nonse no mistakes kind of person in missions and in most civillian interaction with the exception of a few individuals

Yang xiao long the blind dragon : during the attack that pushed her sister into the spotlight she fought the leader of the now world wide searched terrorist group the white fang.

During this battle she lost the ability to see after her left eye was sliced rendering it useless and dealing a damage to her right eye that was so severe it would need at least 2 years of healing for it to see again.

Reports from that battle says that she was made into an example for the one who oposed the white fang and the disappearing of her parter yang xiao long was left in a severe depresion that was able to overcome with the help of her sister , father , uncle and [REDACTED] she is battle ready once more but the linhering trauma of thst fight limits her ability

Weiss schnee the gilded queen : the second born and former heir of the schnee minning company now the president of this one, she is now on the middle of a complete overhaul of the company she little to no time to deal with other things that not the company it self.

After being forced to come back to atlas by the now former president of the schnee company weiss spended two years of being a doll to her father concerts, parties ,dance recitals , you name it she was forced to do it this, changed after an encounter with ruby rose and [redacted] and a encounter with [redacted] ended violently into a fight she decided to overtake her father and took posetion of the schnee company

blake belladona the wandering shadow not much is know about her wereabouts apart from the fact that she formed a new organisation called golden fang that is hunting the white fang with many faunus that have been hurt by the white fang

[Redacted] has shown a great deal of distate towards belladona calling her a coward that abandoned her friends and parter to play hunter with the white fang

Sorry thats all i write now i will continue with team jnpr later

RWBY RWND AU: DARKEST TIMELINE

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"Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Ruby nodded before giving a salute. Her heart thundered in her chest as she held upright as best she could. Her previous mission beforehand ended only a few hours ago, and even before that, she didn't have a lot of time to rest.

Ever since the attack on Beacon Academy five years ago, Ruby had been at the Council of Vale's beck and call. Professor Goodwitch, now acting Headmistress of Beacon, did all in her power to protect Ruby during her time of attendance. Unfortunately, this was not to last, as her tasks as a huntress had piled to the sky, and had since yet lower to below the clouds.

Professor Ozpin was dead. Cinder Fall was dead. Pyrrha Nikos was still alive. All of this was thanks to Ruby's silver eyes, as those on the Council explained. Cinder organized the White Fang to attack Beacon, gaining some assistance from Roman Torchwick, whom Ruby saw get swallowed by a Griffon. Ruby fell hundreds of feet before landing near Beacon Tower, where Weiss aided in her ascension to it's peak, where Ruby's eyes destroyed both Cinder and the Grimm nearby that spawned even more Grimm.

"You are to leave immediately." The seated and portly Councilman gruffed. Ruby had doubted the man had ever seen a Grimm before his election. "Your bullhead will depart in no less than an hour."

"Yes, sir." Ruby nodded, turning away for the exit.

This would be her most dangerous mission yet. There was word of strange growths along the northern shores of Sanus. What started as unseeming black foam soon grew into oily patches of Grimm growing across the fields and grasslands to the north of the city. Huntsmen and huntresses were called on to investigate, and found that the sludge was relatively harmless at first.

But as the moss-like entities were burned, spores were unleashed, and while the land beneath was free of Grimm, the soil beneath had withered. Those brave huntresses and huntsmen dispatched had found themselves then weakened by the invasive spores. It was then that the kingdoms understood what this growth was; Grimm. A new species that developed into a microscopic assault on the populace of Remnant, identified by experts as "Carcinogen".

Ruby's mission would begin at the location of the first sighting; the beach north of Vale. The Council prepared everything for her, including a gas mask, filters, and a last will and testament. Ruby was to land on the beach, and track down to find Salem.

And kill her.

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"Do you concur?"

"Yes, General."

Weiss tapped and slid her finger across the computer screen in front of her. Profits and sales have steadily increased since their plummet years ago. It took time, but she was finally seeing the progress she desperately needed.

Her internship at the Schnee Dust Company yielded great results. Her father, although reluctant to welcome her back upon her graduation from Beacon, soon trusted her enough to serve as his second in command. This would prove to be his downfall, as she made swift work of exposing him of his misdeeds and forcing him to step down.

"Atlas Academy should see their shipment as usual." Weiss said, pulling away from her company's shares. "And what is the recent development in our research department?"

"There has been a recent development." General Ironwood replied. "As you read in our messages-"

"I can read, General." Weiss interrupted. "I'm asking about what you saw."

"Very well."

General Ironwood was a reasonable man, if a bit hard-headed. That said, Weiss learned from her time in Beacon that only firm can beat hard. Hard would simply clash and soft would reinforce the opposition, both cases ultimately ending in failure. Thus, iron was best defeated by rubber, as Ruby put it.

Ruby came to her mind again. It had been years since they last spoke, the previous time being at a gala held by her father. Her former leader was working security with a rather mysterious gentleman she had never met, and yet spoke so casually to her. It was at this event when she learned just how much things had changed since graduation. In her heeding of the man's advice, she made her move against her father.

"Please keep in mind this information is confidential at the moment."

"I understand." Weiss opened the attached folder in the message recently sent by him. And yet, as she looked over the images, she found she didn't understand anything at all. "My god..."

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"Is that clear?"

"Yes, High Leader- Er, I mean, Truer Head."

"You are dismissed." Blake said with a sigh. Many of the recent recruits were former White Fang members, and were used to an all too familiar to Blake method of addressing one another. Blake had grown tired of her attempts to correct them, seeing as their failure to assimilate as a key flaw in the Golden Fang's organizational indoctrination.

After her graduation, the White Fang faced a great schism. It resulted in civil war, forcing many of her friends, neighbors, and her family to flee to Mistral. The situation became much worse from there, as their attempt to flee was blood in the water for the Mistrali loan sharks. She remembered sobbing during her conversation when her father explained the situation better in a teleconference.

Since then, and since graduation, her father and Sienna Khan, both former High Leaders of the White Fang, decided to work together once more to create a new faunus rights group in Mistral. The same organization she herself now operates.

Ever since, each mission carried out fulfilled the same purpose. Defeat the White Fang, which was done through their recruitment, assistance to the less fortunate, and if, and only if the situation called for it, violent expulsion of warfare equivalence. Her father didn't like, and neither did she, but she still couldn't disagree with Sienna or the results.

"Greater Leader!" A voice called from behind. She turned, finding her childhood best friend, Ilia, panting. "It's happening again!"

Vague as the reason was, it was enough to make Blake's eyes grow and her heart sink.

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"Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh shit."

"You're not getting away this time."

Yang limped across the floor as Adam Taurus stalked behind her. His voice felt distant and yet close at the same time. She turned to her right, immediately turning forward again when she saw his red hair, eyes, and sword shimmer in the dark.

"H-Help me." She choked out in a soft sob. "Somebody... please..."

"YANG!" She lurched forward in a scream, thrashing away from her attacker. Light blinded her and she found herself in her room once more. "Yang, are you alright?"

Her dad held a worried look. That's right. She's home. She's safe again.

"I'm... I'm fine, Dad." She sighed. "Just another bad dream."

To say her encounter with Adam was scarier in reality would have been one hell of an understatement. In an attempt to shield Blake, her partner, during the attack on Beacon, Yang lost her left eye. With her semblance activated, she attempted to strike in retaliation. He avoided her attack and shot her in the right side of her face, completely blinding her. Thankfully, some huntsmen responded in time to save her and Blake, though they failed to capture Adam. Blake then left her alone as well.

She was medically discharged from Beacon and spent the next two years in therapy. Her sight came back in her right eye, but her left was permanently scarred. In her blindness, she was completely helpless, and everything terrified her. Especially when she heard metal scraping.

Everyone came to visit, save Blake, who Ruby tried to defend. The excuses were endless from her. Blake's studying for an exam during their semester breaks. Blake's pet raccoon got sick, and oh yeah, she has a pet raccoon now. Blake's dad is having butt transplant surgery, which Yang actually almost believed. It was easier than the truth; Blake abandoned her.

"Is there food?" Yang asked.

"Yeah." Her dad stood up. "I was coming to get you for lunch. But maybe you'd be up for a spar first?"

"Thanks, but... no thanks, Dad." Yang climbed out of bed. "I don't think I'm in the mood."

"Well, you know we're all here for you." He said. "Me, your uncle-"

"Who was passed out on the couch, last I saw."

"Your sister-"

"Who hasn't talked to us in three months because she's a huntress now."

"And-"

"Dad, just... just stop." Yang sighed. "I know that you're trying to cheer me up, but I... I don't know if I can be."

"I know, sweetie." He sighed. "But it's the thought that counts, right? No need to be so sourdough about it."

She smirked. "I'm guessing that pun means lunch is bready."

He grinned. "Yup. Rye? You hungry?"

"If I had a pumpernickel for everytime..."

"I propose a toast..."

"No matter how you slice it..."

"Ugh! Just stop!" The comedy duo turned and found Qrow standing near the doorway, leaning against the wall behind their critic. "Honestly, I thought I heard enough puns the last time I came to visit."

Yang's eyes widened at the old friend of hers. "It's you..."

[rickgrimesdoingrickthings]

Rick was a police officer. Despite being shaken and not in his normal self, his mind and senses were still sharp. "The only group around who would spy us is the Woodbury." The man clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes into a cold stare. The soft expression on her face wasn't compatible with the situation. She was either faking it or she was a sociopath. When she told him to chill- "You ain't seen me angry yet. " But he sure was getting there. His voice was colder, and harsher. Hateful almost.

When she finally begun spilling out the beans, Rick gestured so Daryl stopped pointing the crossbow to her head. He gestured lower, meaning he didn't want her to get killed. She had information. Rick leaned closer a little bit, staring her in the eyes even when she wasn't staring back. "If everyone died but you don't know who joined him, that's a contradiction, don't you think? The proof that you're lying is that you're alive." The son of a cow was smart. No wonder Rick was the leader, despite not being the strongest or the fastest of the survivors.

"Who said I want to kill you? I really don't. Actually, you have no idea of how hard I am trying to kill you, but you seem to be askin' for it." Rick was frowning, cold, he seemed to have the total control over the situation, even over Daryl. "No need for anyone to send you here for you to be a problem. You seemed quite okay when I told you the things the Governor did. You either don't believe me or you don't care about those facts, and in both scenarios the chances are very high that you're sided with him." His eyes looked pale cold gray, in the depths of the prison in that cell. He was getting a bit suffocated, but he was too angry and annoyed to feel it.

Then she started saying those things. How she could be helpful.

"So you decide to help only when we point an arrow to your head. You're a real bad liar." Rick snarled, a few times, quickly, when he was looking away from her, thinking. "You? Save us? I doubt you can convince the Governor. If you left but still are on his side it means he doesn't give a shit about you. You probably are just one of his ball lickers, ain't you? He brainwashed you just like he brainwashed all the others. Normal civillians thinkin' he's some kind of hero. He ain't." Rick shook his head, his eyes full with disgust.

Then she mentioned his children.

Rick tilted his head at her right away, proving wrong his crudelty and coldness couldn't get worse. He stood, drew a small knife and sank it into her shoulder, stabbing a non vital area.

"I dare you to talk about my children again."

Rick was shaking, furious. So angry. So mad. She...talking like that...

"Is it a threat? Ya think we gonna just sit and listen to you? So we fall right into his hands?" Rick kept pressing the blade into the wound, without actually cutting so she wouldn't lose much blood, he just wanted her to feel pain.

"You're the one who doesn't want my children get hurt, because if any of them do, I kill you. I KILL. YOU. With my own hands. Even if this place fall apart, I hunt you and I kill you, girl." His voice was such a harsh mutter, so much hate in it. He was dangerous, still totally in control.

"Now spit it out, all about the Governor, all you know. Or I'll break your teeth, make you choke with them."

@sheriffgrimes-archerdixon

It was a calm afternoon. Glenn and Maggie had just returned from a supply run, but they weren't on their own this time. Glenn went to talk to Rick and Hershel as soon as he arrived. 'We found her. Her ankle seemed hurt...she was alone and...we just couldn't leave her outside, she would die if she stayed alone.' Maggie seemed to have agreed with the decision.

Rick came closer, as well as Carl, Daryl and Carol, to see the stranger. Carl was quiet, still upset with Rick, upset about losing his mom. Carol also was silent, keeping her thoughts to herself. Rick was observing her quietly and Daryl was frowning.

'Could be a spy. It's dangerous to accept new people now, specially because of those Woodbury guys who still are out there.' Glenn countered. 'But we can't be paranoid about everyone. And we already accepted so many people from Woodbury...and they are all good people.' Hershel also spoke. 'Rick....she's alone and lost. Even if she were an enemy...I think she deserves a chance. Once she gets to know people here, she will want to truly side us, if that is not her intention now...it will be. And as a doctor...I can't deny her help.'

Rick kept staring her, trying to read her, finally speaking. "Fine. Let's take her in and treat her ankle, but we will keep an eye on her. If she messes up, we kick her out. Or lock her up for good". He said that staring deeply into her eyes.

[andysbubba]

promises

↳ he made all those promises but he broke all of it too

steve x doctor! reader

a/n: i honestly got a little sad writing this. soft ending though.

warnings: death. overworking. tears lol. steve and his promises lol. ghost but like in a funny way.

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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"I'll be back soon, okay? I promise." He cups your face with his giant palms, eyes staring into yours intently- needing you to trust him. Just two weeks. He'll be with you again in fourteen days. "I'll see you on the fourteenth, okay?"

He always comes back.

Till he didn't.

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You drowned yourself in work. You checked up on your patients, gave your diagnosis, signed off medical certificates, prescribed meds, performed surgeries and took all the night shifts. Just to distract yourself from thinking of him too much, from worrying about him too much and from missing him too much.

You kept up with that same, tiring schedule for thirteen days. And then applied for a 3-day leave starting from the fourteenth, saving those three days off to spend some quality time with Steve.

You spent your first day off doing a bunch of chores. Cleaning your apartment, doing laundry and then grocery shopping. What's better to come home to than your girlfriend's homemade apple crumble and baked rice, right? Steve will only come back some time in the evening so you had ample time to prepare dinner.

The baked rice has 20 minutes left in the oven and the apple crumble's all prepped and ready to go into the oven. But you decide that you'll just bake it later while Steve's eating the rice.

You wait on the couch for Steve's text while the TV plays an old re-run of KUWTK that you don't even bother paying attention to. He usually texts as soon as he lands at the compound just to tell you that he'll be over soon.

8.30. It's still pretty early for him to be back.

9.20. He's probably wrapping things up at the compound.

10.14. Maybe the debriefing is taking a little longer than usual?

11.42. Is he okay? Did he get injured?

12.58. You're getting restless, your fingers drumming against the arm of the couch.

You're pacing in your apartment, phone in your hand and god– you're worried sick. There's no text from him. Not a single hint of anything. One thing about keeping your relationship a secret from his Avengers teammates is that none of them knows about you.

If anything— anything, happens to Steve, no one is gonna tell you. No one knows that Captain America has a civillian girlfriend. No one. Only way you'll ever find out is through the goddamn news.

Knock, knock, knock.

Steve.

You brighten up immediately. Steve's home. Your feet pads against the vinyl floor as you step to the door. You don't bother looking through the peephole.

It's Steve. You know it.

"Ste—"

It isn't Steve.

You stood there, stunned and shocked. You never thought you'd ever see her somewhere other than your TV display or your phone screen. So what is she doing outside your apartment?

"Uhm– hi?" You muttered awkwardly, body straightening up when you actually registered that the Black Widow is standing at your doorstep.

There's a solemn look on her face despite the smile she has. But even the grim smile looks forced. You've always been good at reading expressions. And if you're right, it doesn't look like she came with good news.

"Hi." She says. "I'm Natasha. You must be Doctor Y/l/n, right?" She offers you another smile. This one looks like there's a little more effort in it.

How does– Why is she— Where is– oh god.

You're hesitant. And worried. "Do you know me?"

"Do you mind if I come in, Doctor?" She requests, keeping her voice soft and low.

You nod, confused but you stepped aside to let her in and you shut the door close behind the two of you.

She stands in a hooded windbreaker, black jeans and combat boots. Natasha didn't move any further into the apartment so you assumed that she just wanted a more private place to talk.

She takes a deep, shaky breath. "Steve, he—" She pauses and takes another breath and you can see that her shoulder's shaking. Quivering. "He told me that–" Natasha clears her throat, eyes quickly blinking twice. "He said, if anything happens to him, I should find you and give you these."

You didn't even notice that she were holding things in her hand. She holds the things out. You choked on your breath when you see it.

His dog tags. And with it, was a white envelope.

You realised it before Natasha said it.

"Oh my god." You choked, stumbling back on your feet as you tried to get away from those tags. You wish you could get away from the truth.

It's not on him.

It's not around his neck.

Oh my god.

"I'm really sorry, Doctor." Natasha's gaze falls to the ground. "Steve, he—" She takes a few seconds to stare at the ground before she looks up at you again. "During the mission, Captain Rogers passed away."

A loud sob leaves your lips, your hand claps over your mouth– a poor attempt to muffle the loud cry.

"No." You force out a laugh. "You're lying, right? It's a joke? He can't–" Your chest feels crunched. Crushed. Crumpled. There's not enough air and no matter how much you try to gasp for air, it's still not enough. "–he can't die. He promised." You force the words out, refusing to believe that it's true.

It's not.

It's not.

It's not.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Doctor Y/l/n."

Oh my god.

It's true. It's real.

You choked on another sob. Tears free falling out of your eyes now and you don't bother to wipe it off.

You're used to death. You're surrounded by it everyday. Old people die of old age, some come in from an accident and they lost too much blood and you can't save them, patients going through cardiac arrest out of nowhere and god, even watch kids die. It's painful to watch.

You get used to it.

You learn to move on.

But not this. Not when it's Steve. You can't process it, but you reach out to take the tags and the envelope even though your hands are shaking.

Natasha doesn't know you. But she knows of you. Steve trusted her enough to tell her about you. Not Bucky, not Sam, not Tony. Her.

He told her that if he's injured, Natasha needs to look for your name on his phone and call you. If in a once in a lifetime event, he dies in a mission– he told Natasha that there's a bunch of things on his nightstand in his room at the compound.

Steve takes off his dog tags before every mission. And there's an envelope sitting under the tags. And beside it is a little square note with Doctor Y/l/n's address and phone number.

"Nat. Promise me that if anything happens, you'll tell her immediately, okay? If I die, you give all those things to her and everything that's mine is hers. Except the bike and the shield. Give Bucky the bike and let Sam have the shield."

She didn't think too much of it then. Steve's a goddamn supersoldier, he's capable and he won't go down easily. Natasha never thought there'd be a day where she actually has to go into Steve's room and take those things to give to you.

He's a friend. A comrade and a teammate. But, he's also family. Natasha doesn't know you well enough but considering your relationship with Steve, she considers you as family too.

She steps forward and engulfs you in a hug, her arms wrapping around you and her hand gently soothes over your back while you cry into her jacket. She doesn't know you but she knows you need the comfort. It won't make you feel better but she knows you can't be alone at the moment.

She wouldn't want to be.

So Natasha stays there, holding you tightly while you both stood in the same spot for at least twenty minutes.

When you finally calmed down a little, you pulled away. You're still crying and got the pain is still fresh and you hate this feeling.

"Thank you." You breathe, flashing her a sad smile.

It's two in the morning and you're exhausted. And Natasha seems to be tired too. She gives you her number before she left.

"Call me if you need anything, alright? Even if you just need a friend, give me a call. I'll be there." She emphasises, leaning in and giving you another hug.

When she left, it's just you, the envelope and the dog tags. You press your back against the door you just closed after Natasha left. You slid down against the wood, sitting on the floor and you pull your knees up to your chest.

You're holding the envelope in between your thumb and your index fingers.

𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

You don't want to open it. If you do, it'll just make everything come true. It'll be real and you can't pretend he isn't gone.

Two more days.

Two more days of crying. Two more days of trying to accept that he's gone. Two more days of learning to deal with this. Two more days of learning to accept that the man you love isn't coming back.

You hesitate to tear the envelope open. But with a heavy breath, you tear through the flimsy paper. It's a paper with printed lines and you recognise his handwriting immediately.

You sob all over again, throat tightening while the tears well up in your eyes. You unfold the A4 paper and you try to read the first word through your blurred vision. You run a hand down your face, wiping away your tears.

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.

𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦����𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬.

𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲? 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝. 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.

You can hear his voice in your head. You hear him saying it to you and you can imagine him hunched over a table while writing this letter.

He had the fucking nerve to tell you to not think about him. You're angry and you're sad.

"I'll be back soon."

Liar.

"I'll see you on the fourteenth."

Liar.

Your heart feels as if it's been ripped out and it stings and it burns. As a doctor, you know it's impossible. But as of right now– you're human and you just lost the man you love.

You're waiting for something. Anything.

Natasha to come back and tell you it's a mistake and that he's alive. Or that Steve will call you, tell you he's stranded somewhere.

Anything that will mean that he isn't dead.

You sat there till the sun rises and yet, nothing comes.

Two days.

---

You drown yourself in work after your leave. You're covering the emergency surgeries and the night calls. You rarely go home and you sleep in your office. When you do go home to shower and pack a bunch of clean clothes to bring back to the hospital, you avoid looking at the framed pictures on the wall.

Drowning in work feels different than before. You used to do it so you don't think of Steve and worry about him too much. You knew that he'll come back to you. But now? It's pointless and it's stupid. You're only doing it so you don't have to fully deal with your emotions. Steve's never coming back.

You don't sleep in the master bedroom and you move to the guest room. Steve's side of the wardrobe is left untouch. His clothes are there and you still can't bring yourself to fold them and put it aside.

You don't wear his hoodies and sweatshirts anymore. Technically, all those are yours now. You would've been happy with those news a few months ago. But things change. You don't want to think of him so you avoid anything and everything that has to do with him.

Except for Nat.

She's your angel in disguise. You almost laughed at the irony. Steve probably bacame an angel when he died, didn't he? You won't be surprised if god did pick him to be an angel.

But oh, sweet, Natasha. She helped you. Alot. Helped you slowly collect yourself. Stayed with you at his funeral. A bodiless one. They said there was an explosion and when they got there, there's no sign of the Captain. His shield was stranded, dirty and ownerless. His cowl was half burnt. And your Steve was nowhere to be found.

You met Sam and Bucky. Finally. You couldn't even introduce yourself as Steve's girlfriend. Steve's ex-girlfriend didn't sound appropriate either.

I was Steve's girlfriend.

---

14 October 2022

One year. One year since the world lost their first hero. But for you? It's been one year since you lost the love of your life.

The world's mourning Captain America but you can't do it. They didn't know him like you did. They didn't eat tubs of ice cream with him and they didn't spend all night cuddled in his arms. They didn't help him clean up the wounds he got from a mission and they didn't cry as bad as you did when he died.

You took a moment in the washroom, staring at the mirror and your own reflection. You're a mess. It's a crap day and it's the goddamn anniversary of your ex-boyfriend's death. You can't cry. You won't cry.

Today will just be like any other day. You'll spend 8 hours in surgery for a heart transplant and then you have to check up on your patients in the ICU. Yeah. Today's no different than the last 362 days.

You eventually got called down to the emergency room for an emergency cardiac trauma patient. But the on-call doctor, Doctor Barber, said the last time a patient came in was at least an hour ago.

So someone's fucking with you. God, it's really a crap day, huh?

You spun on your heels, deciding to go back up to your office and maybe get a 10 minute power nap. But the emergency room's quiet. Almost too quiet.

You don't believe in ghosts– you're a doctor, for goodness sake. But Steve's standing there, looking at you. You're hallucinating, you're sure.

But when the all the nurses, patients and doctors started whispering and pointing to him, you're not so sure anymore. You blink once. Twice. And thrice. He's still there. And he's not moving.

If he's a ghost, how the fuck is everyone seeing him? You shake off your thoughts.

He's dead. You're only hallucinating because it just happens to be his death anniversary.

You were sure of your theory. Until he started walking. Striding. His steps getting bigger and he's heading in your direction. Wait, can ghosts move?

If ghosts are actually real, you thought that they would've at least float in the air and skate or something. Walking is so... mundane.

But humans. They walk. And they can touch.

The moment he was close enough, Steve's ghost pulled you into his chest.

Wait– ghosts can touch and pull humans?

Then you feel his chest moving against your cheek.

Why do ghosts need to breathe if they're already dead?

You're tense. Your hands are still by your sides and you can't bring it to yourself to move. He feels familiar– the ghost. He feels like your Steve. Big and warm.

Are ghosts supposed to be warm?

"I missed you. Fuck, I missed you so fucking much, angel."

Ghosts... talk?

You're silent and you're confused. Is this your imagination? Why the fuck is everyone staring? They're taking pictures. Of you. And a fucking ghost?

"Sweetheart?"

Two palms cups your face, making you look up at him. It's familiar but it's different. It's been too long since you felt it. The familiar touch of his hands on your face.

How can a ghost make face-holding feels nice?

"It's me." He begs, looking down at you and his eyes waters.

A crying ghost. Wow.

You're staring up at him but you aren't doing anything.

Steve sniffles. He's here. Why aren't you happy to see him? "Angel, please. I'm your Steve. Please." His voice cracks.

You somehow pulled out of your trance, pulling away from the ghost's hold and you turn to Dr. Barber.

"I'm starting to hallucinate alot these days. Jesus." You huff, running a hand through your hair in frustration until you realise Dr. Barber's just looking at you with wide eyes. "What, Andy?"

"Y/n, Captain America just hugged you and you call him a hallucination?"

Wait– if Andy sees him... then... oh my god.

You gasped, palm slapping against your mouth and you turn back to ghost Steve. Your Steve. Alive Steve. Your boyfriend, Steve.

He's alive?

"Stevie?"

He heaves a sigh of relief, immediately taking your hands in his and he presses his lips against your knuckles. "It's me, sweetheart. I swear it's me."

His hair's longer. There's cuts and little bruises on him, his wrist in a cast. And there's a stubble on him.

"But you– how– mission—"

"I'll tell you everything later, okay? But please, I missed you so much, angel."

It's Steve.

Your Steve.

Steve's alive. Oh god.

A muffled cry leaves your lips as your arms wrap around his torso, pulling him in tight and you notice his wince but you didn't let up on your hold. You know everyone's watching.

But it's Steve. Your Steve's alive and he's here.

His arms tightens around you and he leans down so his lips pressed into your hair. "I'm here now, my love. I'm never leaving you again." He murmurs but you heard him loud and clear.

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a little fic inspired by episode 15 from descendants of the sun 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

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The implication seemed to be she was originally targeting soldiers with civillian hostages, which triggered the wildfire setting the entire city ablaze, which was then followed by her "Let's conquer the rest of the world" speech and emphasizinng that she's going to get worse if left unchecked since after such an atrocity she caused by accident, she chooses to double-down on what she does.

...... Nope still doesn't really make sense. By having her not be the "bad guy" in the actual battle then still have her give her unhinged speech, it would come even more out of nowhere and also would raise the question WHY didn't Jon at least try to talk to her since she technically wasn't the one who burned all those civilians the Wild Fire was, she just said some scary shit but I mean Danys always had a flare for the dramatics so......

That would just have been even more trying to whitewash Danys darker moments by giving her an out of "I didn't kill those civilians, the Wild Fire did, I'm here to 'save' and 'liberate' them".

Dany in that episode when you take it on its own, isn't necessarily bad. It wasn't set up properly, by making her actions in that episode "ambiguous" it makes everything after it make even less sense.

Dany was never meant to be the hero of Westeros, she was never destined to sit on the Iron Throne people got wrapped up in the hype, in the #girlpower and the feminist icon that was Daenerys Targaryen but the fact is she was always meant to go mad, to snap like her father did and will likely be heavily involved in the destruction of Kings Landing in the books too, because Dany The Conqueror destroying the City her ancestor Aegon The Conqueror built is sweet poetic irony.

The issue isn't the fact she went mad and burned all those people it's that the build up was sloppy and rushed. You don't need to change Dany in that episode to make her story make sense you need to better build up the fact she's becoming paranoid, desperate, losing people she trusts left and right. That takes more than 1 season to complete, that's an arc they should have started back in Mareen!