#francis ajax freeman fanfic

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Francis “Ajax” Freeman x Reader

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

The next few days are much quieter than usual, with Ajax seeming to make himself scarce, held up in his personal quarters doing god knows what. The 'patients', if you can call them that, seem relieved to have a break from his presence, but you can't help to feel as though it has something to do with the incident.

The last time you were with him plays over in your head as you try to contemplate what could possibly be in store for you. Something about your mutation allowed him to feel again; not only the physicality of your skin on his, but even his emotions seem to spring back to life upon your slightest touch. You think back to the redness of his skin, an angry outline of your hand forming clearly upon his cheek, but he wasn’t even mad. He caressed you so gently, with a clear sense of restraint you didn’t know was possible from him, almost as though he was suddenly acutely aware of how much pain he had caused you in the last few months.

You hadn't seen him since.

Even Angel was starting to worry about what he could be cooking up in his quarters. A new torture device perhaps? Something even worse than the suffocation chamber?

Angel knew about the other night, you had confided in her after Ajax's first day 'gone', but she played it off at the time. With each passing day, her worry seemed to grow.

You sit up in bed, unable to sleep. Standing with a defeated sigh, you slip quietly out into the hall towards Angel's room. The door squeaks slightly, and you hear something shift inside the room. "Angel?" You call out in a loud whisper, hoping to deter any possibility of her mistaking you for an unwanted guest.

She breathes out, stepping from behind the door and taking your hand to walk back towards her bed. "I almost punched you."

You giggle softly, both taking a seat at the edge of the bed. "I just keep thinking about what he could be doing up there... I'm worried it's something for me."

"He might not be making anything," She moves closer, draping her arm around you in comfort. "He could just be trying to figure out how to fix himself."

"Or he's trying to find out how to extract it from me..."

She offers to let you stay with her for the night, but you feel the need to be alone again. Padding softly back to your room, you notice the door is slightly ajar although you distinctly remember shutting it.

Your eyes have had time to adjust to the darkness by now, allowing you to make out a figure sitting at the end of your bed as you step into the room.

A chill runs down your spine as he stands, his silhouette immediately recognizable as Ajax.

"Come here." He whispers, offering his hand to you and seemingly genuinely saddened when you take a step back. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"It's funny..." You glare through the darkness, taking another small step back toward your still open door. "You used to say that every time you put me in the suffocation chamber."

He shoots forward, grabbing your arm just as you attempt to run, and pulls your body flush against his. His strong arms wrap around you, proving your squirming to be embarrassingly ineffective, and causing you to give up with a huff of frustration.

His grip loosens slightly into a gentle caress, one of his hands moving to lift your chin so that your eyes meet. "I really won't hurt you. Not ever again."

You glare at him in silence.

"I have no reason to hurt you, I just couldn't stay away from you any longer." He slides his hand along your jaw, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours.

You pull back as much as he will allow, narrowing your eyes at him. "The Ajax I know would just play nice and then run painful experiments until he could find something useful, like a way to extract whatever my mutation is for himself."

Seeming to deflate, he releases you, running his hand down his face with an exasperated sigh as he sits back down on your bed. "I could tell you how much I thought about you the last few days, but you wouldn’t believe me. I could even tell you that I actually had dreams, all of them about you, but you probably wouldn’t believe that either. Even if I told you how I woke up in a cold sweat every night I spent away from you, each filled with nightmare after nightmare of all the things I did to you, and feeling all the pain I caused you...I'm sure you wouldn’t even believe that, would you?"

Unsure what to say, you opt to remain silent. He nods softly, looking up to study your face in what little light the moon offered.

"I tried to stay away from you, to get you out of my head, but I started having dreams about more things happening to you... Other people causing you pain, and I just-I just..." His shoulders slump and you feel yourself move toward him. You stoop to your knees before him, caressing his cheek, your eyes widening as you feel his wet skin.

He doesn’t pull away from you, but instead looks up to reveal the glimmering streaks trailing his cheeks. Your body seems to react faster than your brain, not fully realizing your actions until you feel his lips start to move in response to your own. When you pull away, he seems dazed, his brows furrowed while a smile gently tugs at the corners of his lips.

Pulling you flush against him, he holds you tight, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder before whispering in your ear. "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

(Not my GIF)

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Hello?

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by Redbeard221b

You the reader was taken away from home at age 12 by evil men that you believed only wanted you for your mutation,you could control the elements (But they didn't know that ).You were tortured,testes,and alone for 9 years,till one day you heard a laugh coming from the other side of the curtain

Words: 385, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Deadpool (Movieverse)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Other

Characters: Wade Wilson, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Scott Lang, Vision (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Peter Parker, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Friday (Marvel), Francis "Ajax" Freeman

Relationships: Wade Wilson/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Bruce Banner/James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Thor/Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov/Reader, Avengers Team/Reader

Additional Tags: Friendship, Mutant Reader, Reader-Insert, Female Protagonist, Brotherly Love, How Do I Tag, My First Fanfic, Help, Don't Judge Me

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2JsayFC

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Hello?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2JsayFC

by Redbeard221b

You the reader was taken away from home at age 12 by evil men that you believed only wanted you for your mutation,you could control the elements (But they didn't know that ).You were tortured,testes,and alone for 9 years,till one day you heard a laugh coming from the other side of the curtain

Words: 385, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Deadpool (Movieverse)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Other

Characters: Wade Wilson, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Scott Lang, Vision (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Peter Parker, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Friday (Marvel), Francis "Ajax" Freeman

Relationships: Wade Wilson/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Bruce Banner/James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Thor/Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov/Reader, Avengers Team/Reader

Additional Tags: Friendship, Mutant Reader, Reader-Insert, Female Protagonist, Brotherly Love, How Do I Tag, My First Fanfic, Help, Don't Judge Me

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2JsayFC

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Francis “Ajax” Freeman x Reader

Chapter 1

You hear their screams; the screams of strangers, but you are unable to make a sound other than gasping for air. The suffocation chamber seems to be Ajax's new favorite toy, and every second that ticks by seems like an eternity as your lungs beg for relief.

A sudden heat builds in your chest, slowly spreading through your limbs and up behind your eyes. You attempt to scream, but lack the energy.

You awake in a regular bed; no straps; no suffocation chamber; no torture. Glancing around nervously, you notice your sister hunched over in a small chair. "A-angel?" You manage to speak, but it's barely audible, and extremely raspy.

She jerks awake, quickly moving to your beside to caress your cheek. "Hey. Hey it's alright. It's all over." She hands you a glass of water, which you eagerly accept. "Ajax says your mutation manifested, but you blacked out ...so I convinced him to let me bring you up to my room."

You sip the water and manage a weak smile. "Big sis to the rescue, as always."

She chuckles, but then her face falls. "I'm sorry."

Shrugging, you grip her hand, squeezing it in reassurance. "You went through the same thing."

There's a knock at the door, "Come in." She calls, refusing to leave your side.

Ajax enters, his features seeming more clear now; his eyes shining a brighter blue, but there was something empty about them that you never noticed before. He motions for Angel to leave. She squeezes your hand, and reluctantly moves toward the door, giving Ajax a warning glare before leaving the two of you alone.

"So." He takes her seat, offering a friendly smile. "How are you feeling?"

You study him briefly, feeling something...off...about him. "You don't have to pretend with me." You say flatly, catching him off guard.

"Excuse me?"

You roll your eyes. "You don't have to pretend to care, or to feel...anything." It's no secret that he can't physically feel, his nerve endings were all fried, but his emotions...You never noticed before, but it couldn't be more clear now, every 'emotion' from him was forced and fake.

His expression goes blank. "I suppose you've got it all figured out then?"

Shrugging, you finish off your water.

Realizing you're not in a talkative mood, he leaves, sending your sister back in.

"Have you figured out your mutation yet?" She asks once she's sure Ajax has left.

You shake your head. "No clue. Things seem brighter, but that's about it."

The next few days go by without incident. You pretty much keep to yourself, hoping your mutation will surface somehow. Angel's mutation was her strength, which she was able to feel and use immediately, as was the case with most of the subjects Ajax 'coaxed' into their mutations. You felt a slight pang of jealousy; your mutation hadn't shown itself yet.

You sigh, sitting down with a book. Angel was watching a new recruit who seemed to be a bit of a loud mouth, so you were left to entertain yourself for the night.

"I see you're being...productive."

Rolling your eyes, you choose to ignore Ajax as he comes to stand before you. He pushes your book lightly with his finger, tilting it enough to read the cover. "Can I help you?"

He smirks; he always smirks at your sarcastic quips. "You can show me your mutation."

You shut the book impatiently and stand in a huff, not completely aware of how close you are to Ajax as you glare up at him narrowly. "I, more than anyone, would love to know what it is. So back off! Franc-"

"Don't! Even think about it." He growls, cutting you off before you can throw his real name in his face. "I think that you know your mutation, but don't want to show it. I think it's something useless, and you're scared of being cast aside; scared of being nothing compared to your sister; scared that she got the good genes and you got stuck with nothi-"

You slap him, hard. You don't care that he can't feel, the slap was more for yourself than him, and you admittedly felt better.

He turns his head back to face you, a strange look on his face as his brows knit together. You feel a sudden need to get away from him, unsure what he has in store for you. In an attempt to back away, you trip over the chair.

He catches you, one arm around your waist and the other gripping your wrist. Before you can question him, he brings your hand to his cheek. Hesitantly, and gently, he presses your hand to his face, breathing out in a soft groan and closing his eyes. "How?" He whispers.

You attempt to pull your hand away, but he holds your wrist firmly, opening his eyes only in warning before moving your hand along his jaw. It clicks suddenly, and your brows raise in disbelief as your eyes lock. "You...?"

He smiles what may be the first real smile you've ever seen from him, and a soft chuckle escapes his lips as he pulls your body flush with his own. Your hands now voluntarily cup his cheeks. "I can feel you..."

(Not my GIF)

Chapter 2

Repost from my AO3 account here.