#i send her all my hq au fics to read and she worked them in

[konohamaru-sensei]

Never not gonna spend money for a @moonamayillu sketch page for OC nonsense, because she is so creative with them and I love them. Anyway, HQ AU time (COMMISSION INFO HERE)

[oviids]

pls share some of your spn fic recs 🥺🥺

ok, a few things first:

followers and mutuals who do not have supernatural brainworms, kindly avert your eyes

i don’t normally rec or even read much fanfic any more but this is a CRISIS ok (cont.)

there is so. much. content for deancas out there and i have incredibly high standards, several ancient ao3 bookmarks, can speedread, and want to spare you guys the experience of wading through it all.

i also have a section for spn femslash since I was pretty into that back in the day (sadly a lot less fan content for this :/)

I don’t really like au’s or pure smut (I honestly usually just skim or skip those scenes) so if you’re mainly looking for that kind of thing this probably won’t be very helpful to you. jsyk.

i’m not great at describing stuff but i’ll do my best, i’ll also try and add tw’s when neccesary.

i wil try and keep updating this with any other decent fics i find, feel free to rec stuff too since i’m like 7 years behind.(edit 1/25/21) this is getting looooong so i’m going to start making another list on my spn blog rather than update this one

(edit 1/3/21) since this has gotten pretty long i’ve added rating/approximate word counts and marked my particular favorites with an asterisk.

Dean/Cas fic:

So Says The Sword*** - explicit/85k. FUCK its good...au/time travel where dean is not pulled out of hell by cas and says yes to becoming the michael sword. honestly could serve as an alternative to actually watching the show, if you want to get into dean/cas without actually doing that to yourself.

Fata morgana.*  - teen/6k, pst s9 finale. very bela centric and i love it, she finds cas looking for dean in hell.

Redemption Road -misc/600+k. an incredibly long fic from a collaborative writing group back in the day. canon divergent from the end of s6 on, has a cool take on godstiel and the leviathans, as well as the lovecratian mythos connection. ngl when i reread it i only made it about 28% in but imo the casual reader can actually stop around there, the rest concerns a lovecraftian apocalypse that is still good (i think i don’t remember it very well) but not required to enjoy the first half. if you prefer i have an ebook version i can send you on gdrive.

Someone Who's Feeling For Me* - mature/45k, s12. they run into lisa braeden and dean thinks cas is into her while cas thinks dean still likes her. treats lisa way better than the show ever did and the miscommunication is pretty funny rather than annoying.

a turn of the earth - mature/95k. time travel fic where cas from s10 keeps showing up in deans life from a few years before s1 to right before the hellhounds take his soul.  slow burn, good character study, and at one point cas punches the dad in the face and it rules.

On the Wings of War - teen/85k, canon divergent s5. dean accidentally becomes the Horseman of War. plays fun, fast and loose with biblical lore, michael has some rights.

Named - mature/95k, alternate s5. EXTREMELY blasphemous in a fun sexy way. manages to predict metatron almost to a T. there’s one major character death and its literally jesus christ, everyone is very sad about it and it sets the rest of the story rolling. an alternate interpretation of cas’ mission to raise dean from hell which had me on the floor. ngl its kind of misogynistic at points, but its from 2010 and tracks with late oughts-2010 spn (sorry anna the author did you dirty here:/).

The Girlfriend Experience - explicit/15k. uhhh i don’t normally rec or even read smutty stuff unless someone i know is specifically asking for it but this has stuff like sam trying to be a good ally and dean thinking holding hands with cas is ‘kinda gay :/’ minutes after having gay sex with him.

i crippled your heart a hundred times - explicit/19k, s8. cas confesses his feelings and dean spends a long time getting his head out of his ass about it. truly hits different after the actual confession, despite being written six years early it feels like its actually what could have gone down more or less if the writers weren’t talentless demons who hate us.

My Roots Take Flight** - mature/125k. reverse au where cas is a hunter and dean’s an angel...OR IS IT???? an alternate retelling of s4. tw for briefly being set in a psychiatric hospital/the hospital being mentioned somewhat frequently throughout the fic, plus more references to torture in hell and heaven than usual.

The One Thing You Can't Lose* - teen/4k.you know those posts about how cas is a super-strong super-tough ancient warrior but he just lets dean tug him around because he likes it? thats it thats the fic.

Hands, From Which All Things Are Built - teen/14k, post s8′s ‘goodbye stranger.’ cas is on the run with the angel tablet but keeps in touch with sam and dean by text, he and dean still manage to be terrible at Actual communication.

Autrement, Danger - or, The Account of an Exceedingly Long Day - mature/30k, post s11. a monster that takes the appearance of your soulmate leads to some wild miscommunications and dealing with years of repression, also dean gets to see cas’ true form which is always cool. tw for non-graphic mentions of underage sexual assault/sex work.

Down to Agincourt - mature/explicit/900++++k, endverse continuation. endverse!cas survives his encounter with lucifer and discovers another time-displaced dean from s7. i’ve only read the two of four parts but its really good, veeeeery slow burn, has a lot of fun oc’s and takes a rather surprising but (imo) entertaining and intriguing turn into Hellenic history and mythology. usual tw’s for endverse/endverse!cas but nothing graphic, it’s actually pretty light-hearted (relatively speaking of course).

Nothing Equals the Splendor** - explicit/8k, THEE finale fix it fic you’ve been waiting for! posits that the entire final episode was just a (very bad and lame) djinn’s vision.

like moses and batman and james dean - explicit/31k, post s8. explores dean’s trauma and internalized homophoba from his technically canon experience with sex work and its impact on his relationship with cas. the sex work itself isn’t really shown in any detail but it’s still a relatively heavy fic.

Crazy Diamonds - explicit/25k, s4/alternate s14. fresh-out-of-hell dean and dean from 10 years in the future are displaced from time and sent to each other’s present.

where the weeds take root - explicit/30k. au where the men of letters kick them out of the bunker and they accidentally move out into the country, get over their codependence and semi retire. featuring chicken coop building, sam volunteering at a dog shelter, gardening, and blissfully mundane domesticity.

No Resting Place - teen/6k. djinn dream fic, switches back and forth between cas’ dream of being married to dean and retired from hunting to the aftermath when he wakes up. tw for brief mention of suicide since, y’know, djinn dream.

any port in a storm - mature/52k. post s8 finale. cas and dean have to pose as a couple going through a rough patch for a case and actually deal with their emotional baggage, cas struggles with being human and metatron is up to stuff.

all this and heaven too* - explicit/7k. in the author’s own words ‘...a love letter to every trans person who ever projected onto Dean Winchester.’ absolutely unzipped me emotionally and theologically, its just. so good. tw for very brief mentions of internalized transphobia/dysphoria.

Because it is* - mature/6k, finale fix it. killing chuck does not bring back anyone back and the winchesters spend a very long time dealing with what they’ve lost, cas and dean SOMEHOW still manage to have signifigant communication issues even after the confession. tw for suicidal thoughts/brief attempt.

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit* - teen/4k, s6. when cas fell for dean it automatically soulbonded/angel married them, shenanigans ensue when dean finds out during the angel’s civil war. funny and actually written back when s6 was airing so cas is still (or at least pretending to be) kind of an OP asshole which is fun.

Rinse, Repeat - teen/3k, s8. angsty character study of cas as he’s reprogrammed and trained to kill dean. not really dean/cas since its just cas’ pov of canon events but its beautifully written and ends with him snapping out of it through the power of love (also now a canon event!).

Emergence - explicit/59k, canon divergent after s11. dean meets a hunter he only recognizes as their friend claire novak’s missing father, but soon realizes he might be the answer behind the mysterious void in his memories and feelings (aka everyone’s memories of cas are completely wiped away for three years).

Cuckoo And Nest - explicit/10k, early established relationship/character study, cas tries to figure out how he fits into dean’s life and space in the bunker.

Build a Home* - teen/20k, canon divergent s12. sam and eileen are cute and turn the bunker into men of letters/hunters hq and everyone but cas moves in, mutual miscommunication issues and pining ensues.

Down in the River - teen/5k, early s8, cas prays to dean in purgatory while sam and dean try to figure out a way to get him out.

Teaching Poetry to Fish* - mature/52k, ?? BC through the entire series/canon divergent s14 and 15. retelling of crucial scenes throughout the shows timeline from cas’ pov, feat. actual fish and poetry.

the minor fall, the major lift - gen/4k, post confession/finale fixit. dean goes into the empty to save cas and runs into several old friends (and enemies).

With the Kisses of His Mouth* - teen/3k, gen later seasons. dean and cas keep kissing by accident.

Remaining Grace - explicit/109k, alternate s6. au where cas asks dean for help with raphael and dean, of course, does. tw for temporary major character death/semi-graphic depictions of alcohol withdrawal.

The face of heaven.* - teen/10k, au, dean is a regular guy and cas is a fallen star (think ‘stardust’, kinda).

Stories Are Made of Mistakes*  - teen/5k. newly human cas has trouble getting used to a human body and humanity in general, but still figures out that he and dean are A Thing before dean does.

Hurry Up And Wait - mature/21k, canon divergent s12. a fairyland and quite possibly LOTR related case comes up and dean goes full fanboy, mary is introduced to the wonders of the peter jackson adaptions, many references and comparisons (including between cas and dean’s ‘friendship’ and arwen/aragon). also charle is still alive and has just been doing fairy stuff this whole time.

There Are Many Things - explicit/28k, s9. cas is extremely lonely/touch-starved and trying to figure out this whole human thing, as well as where he and dean stand after being kicked out of the bunker.

It's A Long Life to Always Be Longing - teen/40k, post s11 finale. amara helps dean by putting him in a magical coma so he can finally get some much needed rest and show him possible futures for him, sam and cas. meanwhile sam and cas go on a roadtrip (or several) to find componets for a spell to wake dean up. really good sam and cas friendship, they actually talk about their shared lucifer trauma and stuff.

Non-Photo Blue - gen/2k, s4/5/alternate s5. fifty moments from cas’ memories of dean.

Tall Grass - explicit/57k, canon divergent post series. cas becomes the ultimate plant dad. feat the wayward sisters gang, cathartic character growth, fun oc’s, domesticity, and lots of actual botanical info-dumping.

on vessels - no rating/gen/2k. established dean/cas, cas tells dean about how he used to imagine what it would be like to have him as his vessel.

search for tomorrow on every shore* - teen/11k, post-finale (extremely derogatory). some angels in jack’s new heaven act out and dean gets temporarily resurrected in 2003 and runs into his younger self.

Architecture of the Minotaur’s Heart - explicit/45k, very canon divergent post s1. dean’s new house seems to have a life and mind of its own, while in his dreams he sees glimpses of a world and apocalypse that never came to be and an angel that looks strangely like his mysterious neighbor, cas. loosely inspired by the book house of leaves (which i highly recommend for fans of weird horror).

The Distance Of The Setting Sun - explicit/17k, post s5. established dean/cas relationship, team free will finally takes advantage of cas’ abilities to go on vacation around the world.

diamond star halo - teen/5k, s11. dean lets cas use him as a temporary vessel while he recovers from rowena’s spell, sam is a long-suffering third-wheel.

Make Known** - teen/16k, s6/7. dean struggles to understand how cas could have become his enemy and whether he ever truly knew him in the first place.

blunt little instrument* - mature/1.4k, post finale. dean finally confronts his father in heaven, very cathartic.

my heart a compass*** - teen/10k, post confession. the empty forces cas to re-experience his most regretted moments while dean tries to snap him out of it and bring him home.

A Crash Course in Someone Else's History - teen/11k, s6. cas from the very start of s4 is brought forward in time by s6!cas to distract the brothers from his and crowley’s plans.

The Cuckoo Father - mature/8k, s7 au. the woman who found cas in the river post-leviathans does not marry him bc he was sent to her by god or whatever, but actually identifies him as jimmy novak and sends him back to claire and amelia.

The Dead Dean Clause* - teen/5k, post alt s5 ending. team free will celebrates surviving taking down lucifer by getting blitzed, cas lies to a cop and gets an impromptu driving lesson. title/description sound dark i know but it’s actually very funny and light.

Suck It, Judy Garland - mature/20k, s12 (after the ‘i love you...i love all of you’ episode). cas and sam have to pretend to be a couple for a case and dean is NOT happy about it.

By Daylight and In Dream - teen/16k, s5. pre-dean/cas, dean invites cas to use his dreams to hide from the other angels. tw for very brief mention of a memory/dream of alastair sexually assaulting dean.

The Five People You Meet in Heaven - mature/22k, post-canon. an actually happy (if sometimes bittersweet) heaven endgame written several years ago, though some details are rather eerily similar to the show’s ending.

heaven is a place on earth* - teen/2k. dean’s pov of some of the times cas left him behind throughout the show, and one alternate ending where he finally gets to stay.

I Cleanse The Mirror - teen/20k, alternate s6. dean’s body is stolen by an ancient elemental and his soul has to hitch a ride in cas’ vessel.

an exploration of gender; angelic*** - mature/4k. *oscar isaac voice* lets get into angel gender politics!! aka cas is trans.

Zenith - explicit/33k, s9. after 9x06 an angry witch curses cas with the ability to see supernatural beings and human souls.

La cucina. - gen/3k, alt s9. dean goes wild helping a newly-human cas find out what kinds of food he likes, or the early s9 domesticity we deserved!

Dean Winchester, Cocksucker at Rest***** - teen/7k, post-finale. john and mary finally come over for dinner and john reacts to dean/cas in a rather predictable fashion. SOOOOOOOOO good omg, its so funny and a little sad and very very cathartic. part of a series that has a few other really good short fics.

The Way You Didn't Go - teen/5k, s15. coda to 15.09, dean has nightmares about the moc!cas timeline.

On Drowning - teen/28k. dean saves cas after he nearly drowns, they both try and deal with the physical/mental fallout (aka the fic where thee iconic “you only touch me when you think I’m dead or dying” originates). tw for realistic depictions of drowning/triage/misc medical information.

The Thirty-Six Questions That Lead to Love* - mature/13k. claire has dean and cas pretend to be her gay dads for a case and they play the titular 36 question game, get mistaken for swingers, and birdwatch, among other things.

Assorted F/F stuff:

Deep Breaths* - mary/ellen, au where mary said no to azazel’s deal and let john stay dead, still becomes a milf.

Like Rebel Diamonds - krissy/claire, they become hunter gf’s on the hunt for cas to kick his ass for taking jimmy. not-so-stealth dean/cas as well.

To Ash and Bone - anna/ruby, same author as the previous fic (p much all of her stuff is good from what i recall). au where ruby is a witch and helps anna when she’s cursed.

Holy Clockwork Angels - jo/ruby, STEAMPUNK au with very cool worldbuiilding.

At Day's End - jo/anna (my fucking KINGDOM for more jo/anna content, the dean/cas parallels are allllll there), au where they are both at the camp in the endverse and gfs.

these posts - ok so not actually a fic but i’m now obsessed with this hannah/meg dynamic.

Tagelied - mary/ellen, the true story of how ellen got into hunting before angels interfered.

Hell's Bells** - meg/abaddon, alternate s8/9 where meg survives crowley’s attack with sam’s help and teams up with abaddon (who she has a sk year old crush on) to take back hell.

The Ecstasy of the Rose - anna/ruby, anna travels back in time to escape heaven and becomes a signifigant part of ruby’s old human life.

Angel Underground - anna/jo, kind of an urban fantasy au with a very intriguing premise (sadly its very short, i’d love to see more if this ‘verse).

Clover, Flame - billie/mary, billie was always the reaper that showed up to take mary after her death(s) over the years.

Drag Me To Heaven - anna/ruby, a variant on the ‘last night on earth’ thing with dean.

Come Home* - jo/anna, canon-divergent au where anna is the new waitress at the roadhouse and helps jo set up a (probably not really) haunted house for halloween.

[blueberrysunflowers]

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✨ what to expect on this page — 80% incorrect quotes, 10% headcanons and 10% fanfics 😌

✨ ships to expect from here — kagehina, tsukiyama, daisuga, asanoya, iwaoi, kuroken, and kiyotana (however, i do have a balance of general quotes and ship quotes lined up☺️)

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tsukiyama || yamaguchi does tiktok and tries introducing tsukki to his followers + domestic fluff and sharing a bed + suga being a great upperclassman moment

hinakage || [NSFW] long distance + voice recordings

karasuno volleyball team || different members of the team baby sitting natsu

kagehina || there’s a small flood, hinata injures his ankle and kageyama is a secret, caring sweetheart with strong arms

kagehina || engaged since they were first years. they never hid it, but somehow no one knew. everyone assumed it was just them making jokes + hinata sending out wedding invites now that he’s back from brazil

kagehina || literally just them holding hands because hinata got lost in the crowd before a game (and a little of “gay panic!kags” but make it tall beefy football man)

kagehina + mainpairs || they both have their main twitter accounts + a secret private side account where they scream about their crushes. lots of crack and fluff !!

kagehina + mainpairs || they both run secret sasaki to miyano stan accounts & are moots on those accounts without realising it + take inspiration from the show to flirt with their irl crushes !!

[hayjeon]

Practical Tips on getting your fics out there!

I’ve gotten an influx of these types of questions here recently, and the more i thought about what i was gonna add, it became really long :(  

disclaimer: a lot of the things i bring up are just from personal experience as a writer on this site, what my followers have told me they appreciate, and what i tend to look for when im looking for fics to read! If you don’t like these tips then pls move on :) 

although i’ll mention them, i’m also not going to be focusing on cliche tips like “write for yourself” or “grammar issues” cause those are pretty obvious!

1. accessibility of your blog 

when you’re trying to get your name out there, make sure that you’re creating an inviting experience for any potential followers! this includes:

a memorable url! be creative!

have some fun designing your blog’s aesthetic! (i love cute blogs because it reflects a bit of the writer’s personality), and (i prefer blogs with white backgrounds because it’s easier to look through/read, say, in contrast to a pitch black one where the words need to be white!) 

put your masterlist link in your bio (even better if you can link most recent fic! found this most helpful when i revisit authors that i like and can easily see if they’ve updated or not)

an organized and easy-to-navigate masterlist (personally, i prefer masterlists organized by band, instead of types of fics ie. i hate when i have to choose between drabbles, oneshots, and series masterlists; i really prefer to see them altogether!) --> see section 3 

organized tags (if you’re going to be posting a lot of non-fic-related content like pictures or videos, tag them properly so followers can sort through and find your fics easily!), or (if you’re going to be writing in different mediums like drabbles, or answering asks, make sure to use a unified #mine or #writing or #fics to centralize your content) 

2. get your name out there!

write write write! once you have some fics that show your talent, don’t be shy! 

join writing groups: when i first started out, I joined a bunch of groups that would reblog my fics in the midst of the content of much bigger writers; these blogs developed a following, and as a result of my content mixing in with bigger blogs’ content, so did my own tumblr! there’s been a stigma recently with these groups, but im sure you can find one thats supportive and not clique-y! 

send your fics to rec pages: what’s the harm? the only bad thing that can happen is that they ignore you! who cares! get out there! 

if you can do the above, i really encourage you to ask your fave writers for advice/to read your fic: again, the worst that can happen is that they say no or don’t respond or don’t have enough time, but it’ll be a good opportunity to get some feedback! i for one read (or try to read) every single rec that falls into my inbox. if i like it, i’ll #rec it, and if i don’t, unless the writer asks me for feedback, i move on!! 

utilize your tags!!: i’m not entirely sure if this is still the same or not, but from my memory, it’s the first 3-5 tags that matter the most? so utilize them well; push back the tags that aren’t really relevant (ie. #writing, #fics) and push more the main subject line of what you wrote (ie. jungkook fluff, bts smut, namjoon angst). these will populate your fics into the tags better!

headers!: when i’m scrolling through an infinite page of fics, the headers catch my eye the most; try being creative! you can find a lot of info out there on how to make ur headers super aesthetic, but i can share my tips too! --> see section 3

3. your masterlist 

here are some practical tips! 

organize by band, not type of fic/member/centralize your masterlist: i went onto a blog recently and clicked their bio mlist link to find a page full of 20~ish “JUNGKOOK MASTERLIST”/ “JAEHYUN MASTERLIST” and when i clicked on each one, they only had like 2 or 3 fics per member. i think it would’ve been better if she’d centralized all her fics! that keeps whoever is looking interested and more likely to click on another fic while browsing

add info about the fics!: when scrolling through a masterlist, it’s easy to get lost; try to add some snippets of info (ie. a short sentence you liked from the fic, a quick summary, a description of the au/scenario, or even a header!) this all gives some info about the fics you have tagged! 

headers: this isn’t a requirement, but i personally love a good header on fics i read and i love making them myself as i finish up a fic and get ready to upload it; here are free sources: unsplash for HQ stock pics, crop/edit/filter in VSCO, and then add aesthetic script with fontcandy) 

try to fill it up!: after i visit a blog after reading one good fic, i usually browse through their mlist to see if there are any more that i’d be interested in. if there’s a lot to look forward to, i’ll almost always follow; try to write as much as you can in the first few months to try and fill up your mlist and give blog viewers a reason to visit your blog again, follow, or even reblog your content!) 

4. try not to reproduce cliche fics: 

honestly tumblr’s writing community (and armys) has grown insanely these past few years and, unfortunately, even from my perspective, in the past 3-4 years, all the writers have sort of become blended together in my brain. but, i can say that the ones who consistently stand out are the ones who produce consistent content and think outside of the box! 

i tend to gravitate towards fics that have really interesting plotlines (ex. btssavedmylifeblr’s VOID is always a surprise to read because it’s sO unique! i usually don’t read ot7 fics but this one is legit my fave) 

I know it’s tempting to try and just write typical smut fics to try and gain some traction, but tumblr is already too overloaded by that kind of content; try to write something that’s special and unique! this will set u apart from the thousands of other writers here --> see next section

5. create unique fics: 

this is also personal to my writing style, but i get so bored writing just casual fics about the members, and it affects the fics i choose to read too; i prefer unique fics which you can achieve through: 

circumstance/au: create a fun au!; don’t just create an arranged marriage, create an arranged marriage in joseon dynasty, or between a werewolf and a hunter! (shameless self plug); don’t just give me friends to lovers, but give me spiderman!jungkook friends to lovers! (ie. cupofteaguk’s exchanges)

jobs: give them out-of-the-ordinary jobs; don’t just give me enemies to lovers, but give me rival!anchors who end up loving eachother! (ie. jimlingss The Newscasters)

fun dialogue: create good back-and-forth, (something i’m still working on!)! this will help your characters develop personality, and that way, readers will start to develop that themselves as well (ie. dad!yoongi from insemination wars by prolixitae is such a specific character that i love so much!, or obiwrites’ garden characters were so memorable!)

create memorable personalities: don’t give me a flat character, try to develop 4d personalities in all of your characters! (im still working on this too!) this way you can really make an impression on your followers! a great way to practice/recognize this is: “Ask my Character.” Can your followers ask a specific character a specific question, and would you be able to deliver an answer that is very specific to that character’s tone/voice/personality? If yes, then ur doing well! If not, try to think of ways that you can make tht specific character from a specific story, really unique and separate from your other characters.

6. some practical writing tips

be yourself, write for your own pleasure, blah blah blah; yeah you know already haha but here are a few more practical tips! 

grammar check: if you can, try and hone your grammar! makes for an easier read 

write like you: i personally LOVE this by obiwrites, but even the way she writes exudes her personality and is so specific; try not to be caught up in adding hundreds of synonyms and exquisite language; in fact, simpling it down and being more concise and honest with your writing is better than a superfluous sentence; this will also give ur characters so much more dimension and funk

use those commas/sentence variation: try to use more commas; this will feel like you’re the narrator to your own story; it also makes it more fluid to read in my opinion, over those short. clipped. sentences. (ie. “he came over, sitting down on the corner of your bed with an expression you’d never seen before” over “he walked over. he sat down, looking sad.”) 

half-half dialogue/narration: a fic with too much dialogue can get confusing, and a fic with too much narration can get dry; try to balance them out, and weave in and out of each! 

quality over quantity: don’t feel burdened to write a 30k word fic. in fact, i think some of the shorter fics (ie. any of versigny’s stuff) made a bigger impression on me over the longer fics because they were short, left me wanting more, and were just so high-quality in such small quantities. try out your hand at drabbles and one-shots, and don’t feel too burdened to try and develop a series right off the bat! 

abandon pigeon-holes: i’m guilty of this; i start series and then end up with no vision for the stories and they end up giving me writers block. its okay. just stop or discontinue them or leave them on a hiatus; it’s okay. your priority is yourself, and if abandoning certain works are part of that, then go ahead. it’ll help you progress more. 

and finally.......

i’ll add more as they come up! but if you liked this, then pls lmk! i’d love to give more tips and tricks; i think i started this blog 3-4 years ago when there weren’t as many writers here, but im glad you’re thinking of starting out/wanting to grow more! don’t feel intimidated! it’s not all about the notes/followers but creating a blog you’re proud of. 

so write what you’re proud of, or interested in, and keep going. i truly thoroughly had so much fun writing this post. if there are any writers who read through this and have some more advice, pls msg me! 

all the best to you! 

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His Favourite Gal: Part 6 A Bucky x Reader Mobster AU Fic

His Favourite Gal: Part 6 A Bucky x Reader Mobster AU Fic

A mob!Bucky x Reader fic

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

The reader begins working as a waitress at Bucky Barnes’ favourite club in town. Little does she realise that working on mob territory owned by the infamous King of New York, Bucky Barnes, comes with it’s quirks as the reader is slowly pulled into the mobster life.

Warnings: Violence, physical bodily harm, fluff, smut

Word count: Approx 9000

*NOTE* There are POV changes in this chapter, I didn’t see a need to really name or label the changes since it’s obvious in the characters each part focuses on and I didn’t wanna break the reading immersion by putting my own labels in there, the speraters are enough. 

Heeeey Part 6 is here! Good lord this one was hard to write. I tried writing this like four different ways before we finally got to the final one, hopefully I’ve done it justice? This is NOT the end! I know it kinda finishes like it’s the end of the series but I promise it’s not!

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There’s no time for you to react when you’re thrust onto the desk, papers flying everywhere. A hand grips the back of your head and your forced onto the desk, your head hitting it hard as you’re bent over it, your legs being forced out from underneath you. Someone grabs at your arms, trying to force them behind you but you squirm and fight, writhing underneath their grip. Another set of hands slam down on your back, forcing the air out of you as your stomach is shoved against the desk below you and you wheeze in air. Your assailants bind your hands and you’re pulled up roughly by the back of your neck, their fingers digging into your skin and you groan out in discomfort. A rag is clasped to your face but you hold your breath, wriggling frantically until a sharp punch is delivered to your stomach, forcing you to heave for breath. The cloth is pressed against you harshly and you’re forced to breathe in the chloroform.

Everything starts to feel light and tingly, but your body feels so heavy. Every muscle feels like it’s weighing you down and you breathe in slowly, your legs buckling beneath you. You feel arms wrap around you and you start to fade. You try to force your eyes to stay open, but it’s an uphill battle, until eventually you can’t hold them open anymore and you slip into the darkness.

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“Steve?” Bucky calls out, entering the lit conference room. Steve turns to face him, sighing heavily. “The riot police showed up, our men joined, things aren’t going as expected, we’re losing men. There’s also reports that a group of Hydra’s men had left the fight, they could be up to something.” Steve rubs his eyes, yawning. “Fuck, this whole thing is so screwed up.” Bucky clutches at his hair roughly. “You know who Alexander Pierce is?” Bucky asks, changing the subject. “Yeah. Guy used to run a successful business that he was using as a cover up, right?” Steve nods confused as to why he was relevant. “(Y/n) thinks he’s involved in all of this. She found some compelling connections that lead her to believe he was.” Bucky plopped down in his chair. Steve let out a humph. “He was her father’s business partner and brother.” Bucky went on. Steve leaned against the table, letting out a low groan. “Do you think he’s involved?” Steve asked, rubbing his face. “Yeah, it’s possible.” Bucky nods. “Where is, (Y/n)?” Steve frowns, looking around like he could have missed you standing there the whole time. “Left her down in the archive. She’ll be fine.” Bucky responds, paying little mind to it.

Steve’s phone starts ringing and he looks down to see Sam’s caller ID. “Yep.” He answers. Steve hums a response and puts the phone on speaker for them both to listen. “You’re on speaker, shoot.” Steve sits on the table. “There’s some tactical vans outside but they ain’t ours.” Sam’s voice comes through, slightly grainy. “How many?” Bucky asks. “Two, boss. I didn’t see anyone get out of them, but they look empty.” Sam informs them. “Where are you now, Sam?” Steve asks. “Surveying the perimeter. The system logged the vans arriving so I went to check it out.” He responds. “Think they could be hostiles?” Bucky asks, looking up at Steve. “We’ll check surveillance, do not engage.” Steve orders before hanging up.

“I’ll check the cameras. Get (Y/n) up here, we can’t risk anything.” Steve instructs. Bucky pulls out his phone, reluctant to go all the way downstairs and decides it’s easier just to call you up. The phone rings until it goes to your voicemail and Bucky thinks it’s odd so he tries again. “She’s not picking up, I’m gonna check on her.” Bucky starts to feel concerned; Steve just nods and watches as Bucky leaves the room. Bucky tries your phone again but it cuts straight to voicemail. “Fuck.” He breathes out. He calls Sam and runs to the stairwell as he clutches his phone to his ear. “Yeah, boss?” He answers. “Do you have a visual on the vans?” Bucky asks, becoming breathless as he sprints down the stairs. “Yep.” Sam replies casually. “Keep a constant visual, if anyone else tells you otherwise, ignore them.” Bucky orders. “Got it.” Sam replies, hanging up.

Bucky reaches the floor where the archive is and bursts through the door. The lights are still on but the papers are strewn everywhere. Bucky jogs up to the desk, seeing a small puddle of blood on the wooden surface. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” He yells, his voice echoing. “Yeah Buck?” Steve says through the line. “Search the cameras for (Y/n), now Steve!” Bucky shouts, grabbing a fistful of his hair as he looks around frantically. “Shit okay, what’s going on?” Steve asks. “I think someone’s taken her. I told Sam to keep a visual on the vans outside, I gotta go.” Bucky talks hurriedly as he sprints out of the room, his eyes flitting across the floor and walls for any sign of blood. “(Y/n)!” Bucky shouts, his voice reverberating off the corridor walls. Silence fills his ears as Bucky starts to panic, his heart races as he runs down the hallway in the direction you most likely went.

Bucky keeps his pistol ready in his right hand and his phone in his left. Running down the corridor, he keeps an ear out for anything as he scans up and down the walls and floor on his way through for any clues. His phone buzzes and he picks up immediately. “Five hostiles heading for the vans.” Sam reports. “Do they have (Y/n)?” Bucky asks. “One of them is carrying someone, can’t see who it is.” Sam explained. “Fuck. Engage.” Bucky orders. “But boss-.” Sam argues. “Engage goddammit!” Bucky yells, tearing through the hallways to the nearest exit as he hangs up and calls Steve. “Steve, get to the east entrance immediately, five hostiles, possible kidnapping.” Bucky tries to sound calm, but he absolutely is not calm at all.

Bucky reaches the fire exit door, bursting through, the vans are just leaving, gunfire hitting the bullet resistant windows from above and Bucky raises his gun, shooting out one of their back lights, watching as it hangs off the back of the van. Steve rushes out beside Bucky, panting as he watches the back of the vans driving away into the distance. “I shot out the back light on one of them, should be easier to follow them on the cameras.” Bucky informed; his voice much darker than usual. He was sure they had taken you and he was going to do everything in his power to get you back. “Sam, tail the vans.” Bucky shouts up to him.

“Buck, there’s not much we can do right now, we have a literal war happening.” Steve argued. “Are you serious? They have my girl Steve! They have (Y/n).” Bucky slams his fists down onto the desk. “This is useless, I’m going to find her myself.” Bucky throws his arms up in frustration. “Buck.” Steve tries to stop him. “Bucky.” He strides towards him, raising his voice as Bucky leaves the room. “What if they hurt her? What if they kill her, Steve? I can’t lose her.” Bucky went from angry to scared as he felt a lump in his throat. “Fuck I can’t lose her. I’ll never forgive myself if anything happens to her. It’s my fault. I just left her down there like an idiot.” Bucky stressed. “You could have just told me the report over the phone, then I would have never needed to leave and she would still be here.” Bucky paces the floor. “Bucky. We can’t help her if we’re stressing out. Breathe, take a deep breath in, loosen up. We’re going to go back in there and search the cameras for the vans alright?” Steve tried to keep his voice as calm as possible. “Alright.” Bucky nods, swallowing thickly before taking in a deep breath.

Steve and Bucky both put in ear pieces to communicate easier with their teammates while they look through camera feeds from across the city. “Hey boys.” Nat’s voice comes through, crackling from the poor signal on her end. “Hey Nat, how’s it looking out there?” Steve asks. “Better than before, we’ve got it under control here, I’m heading back to HQ.” She replies. “Good, we need your help Nat.” Bucky cut in. “Why, what’s going on?” Nat asks. Steve sighs as he cracks his neck. “(Y/n)’s been taken. Sam is out trailing them but he’s lost visual so we’re looking for the vans on the cameras.” He explains. “What?” Nat nearly shrieks. “Any leads?” She keeps her voice calm. Bucky pauses as he looks at something. Squinting, he leans in. “Visual on the van with broken tail light.” Bucky announces. “Sam, did you catch that?” Steve follows up. “Loud and clear.” He responds. “Sending you the coordinates now.” Bucky says. “They look like they’ve split the vans up, we’re going to have to find the other one.” Bucky sighs heavily. “It’s okay, we’ll keep looking.” Steve reassures.  

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You start to become aware of things again. Your senses still feel dull as you slowly come to. You open your eyes, squinting. Your eyesight is less than perfect, everything looks blurry and dark, although you’re sure the darkness is the room and not your eyes. Your hands are bound but you barely have feeling in them since the restraints are so tight. You can feel the hot sharp pain of the rope biting into your skin. You realise you’re not sitting or lying down. You’re suspended. A heavy, cold chain harness is caged around your torso and it’s hanging off some kind of large metal hook above you. Your senses start to come back and your vision clears, you let out a low groan at the pain in your stomach. You hurt and ached all over, not to mention the pain from the tight, cold chain digging into your flesh that was holding you up.

Looking around, you realise you’re in some kind of lofty, spacious but bare room, the windows are large and old, only single glazed. Looking at the old red brick bare walls that surround you, you try to get a better idea of where you are. It’s only when you study the old wooden door on the far right side of the room that you recognise the empty room. This was your childhood home. It had been completely stripped bare but you recognised the unique panelling on the door, the ornate swirls and patterns, you knew them like the back of your hand from the years of living in this house.  

The door creaks and groans as it’s pushed open a bit, the other side is left in a dark shadow. “Ah, she’s finally graced us with her presence.” You hear the smug sounding voice, but you don’t see who it’s coming from. “Did you sleep well, darling?” He asks, voice peaking a little at the end. He steps through the doorway and into the room; he looks as smug as his voice sounds. Alexander Pierce. You almost gag at the sight of him, a creepy smile spreading across his lips as he stalks towards you. “I’m surprised you worked it out all by yourself. My boys told me what they heard before they brought you home.” He says smoothly. Jesus Christ, how are you going to get out of this one?

“Welcome home, darling.” Pierce watches you eye him silently, you feel a pit of disgust in your stomach as you look him over. “You’re a sick bastard.” Your voice cracks mid-sentence and you tremble your words in rage and annoyance. You appeared angry, but inside you were terrified. “Not quite. I’m your uncle dear. Perhaps I should have clarified before our little reunion.” Pierce makes little sense as he rattles on, mostly speaking in run on sentences and trailing off. “Why are you doing this?” You interrupt his ramble and Pierce pauses, looking up at you with disappointment. “Oh, I’m just talking to you dear, we haven’t gotten to the real meat of our reunion yet.” He laughs darkly, stalking a bit closer to you.

You lock eyes with Pierce as he approaches. He takes each step slowly as if to see how much he can terrify you with the suspense. “You’re too smart for your own good, so here are the rules.” Pierce spoke quietly, his voice low and deep. “One, you do not speak unless spoke to.” He took a step closer. “Two, no complaining, no arguing and no protesting, that includes silent protest.” Pierce takes another step closer. “Three, you do not ask for things, they are given to you as and when. You do not eat until you are given food. You do not sleep until you are told you can. You do not move from a spot until you are told.” He starts to sound aggressive. “Four, no contact with anyone or anything, that includes your metal armed freak of a boyfriend.” Pierce reached to his side and pulls out a knife slowly, letting it scrape loudly along the plastic sheath, and pausing to let the blade sing quietly when he pulls it out entirely. “And five, if you are punished for anything or you are forced to do something, you do not make a sound. You do not beg, whimper, scream or cry.” He’s close enough now to reach out and touch you. “Do you understand?” He asks. You nod, afraid to speak. “Do you understand? Yes or no?” He bellows. “Yes.” You squeak out. “You will address me as uncle.” Pierce growls, slapping you sharply across the face and you try your best to hold in your whimper, breathing through the pain and biting your lip as the sting radiates across your cheek. “Yes uncle.” You correct yourself. “Good.” He smirks, gently trailing the blade across your leg.

“I don’t plan on you ever going back to that disaster of a mob family. I don’t think they’d miss you anyway.” Pierce twirls his knife between his fingers. “No, I have much larger plans for you, dear.” He smirks, testing the edge of the blade against his fingers. “First, you’ll be living here, this is your home now, lovely isn’t it?” Pierce waves his hands about as he spins, looking around the room as if there was furniture there. “Second, you will be taking my name, no more of this (L/n) business.” He scoffs and you double take. “W-what?” You choke out. “Did you not hear correctly? I said you would be taking my name. Listen up!” He smacked you across the face and you desperately held in a whimper. Take his name… As in marry him? Nononono you can’t do that. God it makes you feel sick just thinking about it. “And third, I don’t want that pretty little head of yours worrying about whether that Barnes character will come after you, I will have him eliminated.” He spoke as if he was protecting you. This guy was insane. Fuck, how are you going to get out of this? “I suppose it’s time I gave you some space to settle in then dear.” Pierce smiles at you before backing away and walking out of the door, slamming it hard behind him and you start to wonder if you’re the one who’s insane or if it’s Pierce.

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“Sam and I have arrived at the location at an old port warehouse.” Nat’s voice was clear in Bucky’s earpiece. “Keep a visual, see if they have (Y/n).” He ordered. “Roger that.” Sam responds and the line goes quiet. “Any lead on the other van?” Bucky asks, skirting around the desk to Steve. “Nothing yet, Buck. Pulling back the reinforcements from the district in Brooklyn. The police have it under control since their riot units arrived.” Steve reported. “Good.” Bucky sat down on the edge of the desk. “We’re gonna find her, Buck.” Steve reached forwards, wrapping his hand around Bucky’s and squeezing. “God, I hope so Stevie.”

“Visual on the hostiles, boss. No sign of (Y/n).” Sam’s voice breaks through the silence and Bucky drops his face into his hands. “Keep a visual for now, make sure she absolutely isn’t there before you do anything.” Steve answers for him. “Fuck.” Bucky groans into his hands. “C’mon Buck, help me out here, help me look for something.” Steve pulls out the chair next to him and Bucky slowly sits beside him, letting out a gruff sigh as he plops into the chair. “What would (Y/n) do if this was the other way around?” Steve asked, trying to add a new perspective. “Shit, I don’t know, she’s smart. She’d come up with some kind of strategy to find me or something rather than just searching endlessly.” Bucky reclined in his chair. “Exactly.” Steve said coolly. “If she’s with Hydra, with Pierce like she suspected, they’d be hiding out somewhere not obvious right? Probably somewhere hidden in plain sight I bet.” Steve scratches at his neck while his eyes are glued to the screen. “Sam and Nat said the other van went to a Brooklyn warehouse. What if that’s just one of their hideouts?” Steve started looking at the coordinates Nat had sent over for their location and Bucky sits forwards, looking at the map. “What if they just purposefully split up to confuse us?” Bucky ponders, looking at the screen as Steve clicks around at the satellite images. “Mhm. I suppose that’s possible, especially since you shot out the tail light on one of ‘em, they might’ve thought we’d use it to track them and split them up.” Steve thinks out loud and the two men look at each other.

“Got any feeds on other parts of the Brooklyn dock area?” Bucky asks, leaning forwards on the desk. Steve silently pulls one up and moves the screen for Bucky to see better so he can click through them. “Uh Steve.” Sam’s voice comes through the comms. “The warehouse is a Hydra weapon storage. (Y/n) is not here. Confirmed, she is not here.” Sam speaks clearly through the line. “Alright, Buck what are we doing about that?” Steve asks as he kicks back in his chair. “Buck?” He glances across at Bucky who in leaning in close to the screen, squinting at the tiny image of a vehicle. “I don’t know, set charges or something, you do it Steve.” Bucky waves him off as he takes more time to study what he’s seeing and Steve stays silent, observing Bucky. “I think I found the other van.” Bucky points at the screen, leaning back from it. “Sam, Nat, how close are you to the coordinates I’m sending you?” Bucky speaks into the comms. He waits for a moment for them to receive them. “Short drive, we can be there in ten minutes at most.” She responds. “Go there, stake it out, we need to be sure this is where (Y/n) is. Do not engage.” Bucky orders, staring intently at the screen.

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“Darling?” You hear Pierce calling from outside of the door and your blood runs cold. He enters the room and looks up at you with surprise. “Ah, there you are.” He points at you. It’s not like you were able to go anywhere. “What can you tell me about Barnes’ group?” You were still suspended, everything ached even more now than it did before. Your wrists burned from the rope and you were sure you would have chain link shaped bruising all over if you ever got out of this. “I asked you a question, answer me woman.” Pierce raised his voice, the sudden outburst scaring you. You weren’t going to tell him what he wanted but you were terrified of the consequences. “He didn’t involve me in his business, he just brought me along, I was just a waitress.” You lie. “Just a waitress.” He scoffs. He walks behind you and you swallow thickly, anticipating what will happen next. “Don’t lie to me, (Y/n). You know what happens when you lie, don’t you?” He asks, gripping you around the waist from behind. “Answer me.” Pierce says gruffly, trailing his knife along your clothes as he moves around you. “Yes uncle.” You choke out, trying not to let yourself sob as you feel the sharpness of the blade drag along your clothes, catching on the threads of your t-shirt.

Pierce comes around the front of you, knife still in his hand and he twirls it around his fingers. “Tell me, without lying this time, about Barnes’ business.” He gets too close for comfort and you can feel his breath on you. When you take a bit too long to answer, he reaches up and smooths his hands along your skin. “Maybe we should try something else, maybe scaring you with knives isn’t enough.” Rumlow traces the blade across your stomach and up to your chest, lifting your shirt as he went, stopping just below your bra and he slowly digs in the end of the blade. You take in a sharp breath and hold it, desperate not to make a sound as he pushes the blade into your skin. You can feel your skin release around the blade and you try not to yelp at the sting it causes. You feel your hot blood slowly trickle down your torso. “Definitely not enough.” He laughs darkly, pulling away and wiping the blood off his blade.

Pierce walks to the side where the chain you’re suspended on is held in place. He pulls it off the wall hook it’s wound around and lets go, dropping you to the ground and you bite your tongue to keep quiet as you hit the hard wooden floor with a deafening thud. Pain shoots through your side where you landed, specifically your wrist, which you’re sure is fractured from landing sharply on top of it with all of your weight.

“There, now that you’re on the ground, perhaps we can have a little more fun.” Rumlow stalks towards you, watching you eye him cautiously as he walks around you like a predator teasing it’s prey. Your breathing staggers and you feel the panic swelling in your chest. Pierce leaves your line of sight and you are almost scared to breathe. He suddenly comes down on top of you, straddling you and his knife is pressed up against your throat and you look at him stunned as you try not to move in fear of being cut with his blade. Pierce repeats his question, running his fingers over your exposed skin and you struggle against him. You want to cry, scream, spit at him, kick at him, stab him until his blood runs cold. “Please.” You let the word slip passed your lips and you clench your eyes shut. “What was that?” Pierce leans in pressing his stubbled cheek against yours. “Say that again for me.” He drawls in your ear and you let the tears flow from your eyes, suppressing a sob. He hums at you and you repeat yourself. “Now, I specifically said I didn’t want to hear you beg, but.” He pauses, dragging the knife down your chest, you can feel some of your skin opening where he digs in the blade. “You sound so good when you beg.” He chuckles. Pierce grabs your right hand; you want to cry in pain from your damaged wrist. “Beg and I won’t break your fingers.” He commands. “Please, please don’t.” You squeak out. “Not enough. Beg.” He positions himself to break them. “Please, please stop, please just stop.” You cry out. “That’s not good enough, dear.” He tries to sound sultry but you just feel sick and in one swipe while you voice another beg, he breaks two of your fingers and you cry out, screaming in pain. He whistles out at you and his blade traces lightly across your heaving chest. “Do I need to repeat my question?” Pierce chuckles, pressing his knife against your throat and you shake your head.

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“Boss, (Y/n) isn’t here, but this does look like a base of operations.” Sam’s voice came in, crackling slightly over comms. “We could find out where she is if we could just-.” Sam begins but Steve interrupts. “Barnes said not to engage, Sam.” He says sternly. “Wait, Steve, wait. What were you saying?” Bucky cuts in, prompting Sam to continue. “There are hostiles in the building. We could see if we can find some information inside.” Sam suggests. Steve and Bucky share and look between them while they consider it. Bucky was willing to do whatever it took to find you, while Steve was also willing to do this, he was a lot more measured and level headed than Bucky. “This could be a good call Steve, most of their men are in the attack.” Bucky thinks out loud. “Yeah Buck, but what if whoever has (Y/n) catches wind of this? What if they move her? We’ll have little hope of finding her quickly enough if she gets moved.” Steve stresses, clenching his fists slightly. “It’s your call though.” He sighs, locking eyes with Bucky.

Bucky pauses for a moment to think it over. “What if we just send Nat in? She’s the least likely to get caught, especially by herself.” Bucky tries to convince Steve, or himself, he’s not sure which. Steve can’t help but agree, but keeps that to himself, only blankly looking over at Bucky. “Nat, do you think you can find some intel alone?” Bucky asks. “No problem, Barnes. Just give me the word.” She replies. “Do it. Sam keep watch and engage if needed.” Bucky confirms, pushing away from the desk on his chair and standing up. He hears agreement from both agents as he paces up and down the room anxiously. “We’ll find her Buck. If anyone can find some information, it’s Nat.” Steve tries to reassure him, but Bucky is beyond the point of needing reassurance, nothing at this point feels like it will reassure him, nothing except for his gal.

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So far you’d refused to give up any information at all, Pierce had beaten, stabbed and cut you, but you still wouldn’t talk about it, at least not without sarcasm and dismissive comments, which only got you more hurt, but you didn’t care, you weren’t going to let it go that easily. “You want to know why I did it?” Pierce’s voice breaks the silence as you fidget. You’re now tied to an old wooden chair, that groans every time you shift on it. “Why you did what, uncle?” You almost spit out the name at him, trying to keep yourself composed. There’s blood running down your features, down your neck and soaking into your shirt. There’s blood slowing draining from you from your recent torture and you’re starting to sweat and tremble. “Why I killed my brother and his wife.” He chuckled. “Your father was always the favourite. He always did things the way father liked; I always came in second even though I was first born. I could never live up to him.” Pierce clenched his fists. “I had a successful business, but no one gave a shit.” He sounded like he was about to cry. “You manipulated people to get a successful business. I saw what you got jailed for and I bet it doesn’t end there.” You frown, using his past against him. If he really needed you, he wasn’t going to kill you. Pierce stared blankly at you for a moment, almost in disbelief until he suddenly burst out laughing. It was forced laughter, but it slowly became natural as he willed himself to laugh in your face at your response.

“So you were jealous sibling. That’s what my dad died for?” You scoff. That wasn’t a good reason to kill someone, not in your books at least. “No just that. He was making deals with that Barnes family.” Pierce grumbled. Bucky had said that all of your father’s things went to his family, maybe he knew Pierce was the proverbial ticking time bomb. Maybe he foresaw this happening. “He gave everything to them, didn’t even leave a single coin for me.” Pierce crossed his arms. “I bet you got the whole fortune.” He poked you roughly with the end of his knife and you grunted slightly as it pricked your skin. “No, actually. He didn’t want me to know about the mob, so I didn’t get a single dime.” You said, somewhat smugly. You didn’t want Pierce to have the satisfaction that you could be of any significance or worth to him. “Darling, you are but a pawn to me. Leverage in it’s finest form.” Pierce said through hooded eyes. “You will not be my wife, but my bargaining chip.” He laughed. You wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t he just stares at your with those cold, empty eyes and that deranged smile.

A knock came to the room door and Pierce sighed, closing his eyes. “Enter.” He says sternly, standing up from his position in front of you. “Some of Barnes’ men have been seen at the warehouses.” A tall man, fairly bulky and dressed in all black, including a face mask spoke in a deep, quiet voice as he entered. Pierce looked over at you and smirked. “Looks like it’s time to have a little fun.” He chuckled, looking down at you. “Take her outside.” He waved his knife at you before walking out of the room.

You’re pulled free from the chair and as your in the clutches of a single man, you consider taking him out, wondering how easy it would be to get out of Pierce’s clutches alone. You were injured, not terribly so, but badly enough that you would not survive long without help if you were out there alone. For now you’d have to play along with whatever game they were playing. “Hurry up.” The guard spat at you, yanking on the excruciatingly tight rope around your wrists. You winced in pain, following the guard, his hand pulling on your bindings as you went.

As you’re yanked across the landing of the house, you take in the dilapidated interior. It brings memories forward as you look across at your old bedroom door, the blissful childhood you’d had, completely unaware of the dealings your father was making, the risks he had with running a mob, the connections he had, all while you were safely at home, living a seemingly normal life. It was a lie, but you weren’t angry about it, he did what he had to, to protect you. Maybe he knew Pierce was a threat. There was one thing you did know, was that your father clearly didn’t want you caught up in the mob since he had given all of his money and assets to the Barnes family after his death.

“Dismissed, join the rest of the men outside.” Pierce waves about his knife as he makes his guard leave the house, leaving the two of you alone. “You have a choice, dear.” Pierce approaches you but you take a step backwards. He huffs in response to your rebellious action and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You are really trying my patience.” He growls. “Either you tell me about Barnes’ business and I’ll hand you back to your prince charming in exchange for the things he inherited from your father.” Pierce walks towards you, holding out his knife, pointing it at you. “Or you can keep being an evasive bitch and I’ll just end it all for you now.” You look at him like your weighing your options, when really, you know you’d rather not give anything up at all. “Looks like you’re going to have to kill me.” You sigh, tilting your head slightly. “Now I really hoped you weren’t going to answer with that.” Pierce groans. “Too bad. I’m just another notch on your belt, one more person’s blood on your hands. Once I’m gone, what chance to you have to get anything from Barnes? Even if you killed him, you wouldn’t get anything. You don’t know what that man has up his sleeve.” You’re mostly bluffing, but Pierce doesn’t know that. “Shut up!” He shouts, lunging for you. You can barely move with the rope bindings and the chains around your aching body, the constant drained feeling. You were weak, you wouldn’t be able to fight him, you knew that much. But you could try.

You collapse to the floor with all of Pierce’s weight on top of you. Kicking and thrashing at him, you wriggle about underneath him. His hands clasp around your neck and you struggle for air as he slowly squeezes. Suddenly, the pop of gunfire is heard and you almost sigh in relief at the sound, you just hoped that whoever was shooting Pierce’s men, didn’t die. “Dammit!” Pierce shouts, squeezing tighter. You force in a long breath, wheezing as you struggle against him. You finally manage to slip your knees between you and Pierce, pushing him back with as much force as possible and you gasp for breath as his hands are ripped from your neck. Heaving in breath after breath, you splutter as you slide across the floor. The front window is shattered as bullets whiz through, the glass impacting on the floor near you.

Pierce comes straight at you, knife in hand, lunging down at you, but you roll to the side. You use your feet to kick up broken glass at his legs and you shuffle backwards, ignoring the sharp pain of glass digging into your skin below you. You’re both thrown off guard when one of Pierce’s men is thrown through the open window and lands with a heavy thud, blood immediately draining into the floorboards.

Pierce comes at you, his knife driving down into your side as you attempted to move away from him and failing. You let out a loud scream as the serrated edge of the blade tears through your skin and there’s a sharp burning sensation in your side when he pulls out the blade. You gush hot red blood; it sears against you cool skin and you cry out in pain from the throbbing in your side. You hook your legs under Pierce’s and pull as hard as you can, sending him toppling to the floor, dropping his knife in the process. You scramble for it, Pierce hits his head in the fall which slows him and he groans out, clutching the side of his head. You grab at the blade, hurriedly taking it into your shaking hands and you hack at the rope with what little movement you can achieve with your hands, the blade digs into your fingers but you don’t have time to adjust your grip.

You manage to free yourself as Pierce comes for you, pinning you down underneath him. You force your hands out from behind you, kicking at him as you do and you grab at the hilt of the knife, plunging it into his neck. Blood spills down onto you as you pull the knife free and push Pierce to the side as he clutches at his wound and you straddle him. The front door is thrown open and you let out a blood curdling scream as you drive the knife down into the base of his throat. You look up to see Bucky, Sam is at his side and you can see Steve behind them.

You breathe heavily as you drop the knife, your high of adrenaline coming down as Bucky races towards you and you let out a sound, a whimper that turns into a sob. You’re covered in blood, not just Pierce’s but your own as well. “Bucky.” You cry out, hot, desperate tears running down your cheeks as you feel a gush of blood from your stab wound. Bucky bends down next to you and you collapse into his arms, the chains around you clinking as you do and Bucky cradles you, pushing the harness off you before he holds you tightly. “Oh god, sweetheart what did they do to you?” Bucky sounds like he’s on the verge of tears and you weep out loudly, a sob wracking through your aching body. “I’m here sweetheart. We’re here.” He whispers to you, taking you in his arms and lifting you with him. “I’ve got you doll.” Bucky reassures as your adrenaline high comes down and you start to feel delirious from the blood loss. “He tried to…” You sob cuts you off.  “I know sweetheart, I know. You’re safe now.” Bucky reassures you. You sound weary as you phase in and out and Bucky holds you tightly in his arms, one supporting your neck and back and the other under your legs.

The warmth of Bucky against you made you feel alright, just for a moment. The way he softly spoke to you, reassuring and gently kissing you now and again as you waited for the paramedics to arrive. The way he held you and cooed at you. The way he distracted you while Steve applied a painful amount of pressure to your stab wound and you cried out into his shoulder. Your Bucky was here, he was trying to be strong for you, but you could see through his façade, much like you knew Steve could too. You knew he was torn up on the inside.

You start to feel absolutely drained of energy as soon as your adrenaline wears off and you become limp in Bucky’s grasp as he carries you. Fading in and out of sleep, you get snippets of what is going on. Bucky is constantly reassuring you; his touch is welcome when you stir from your sleep and each time he’s stroking your hair, smoothing over your skin or holding your hand.

You become aware of being in the ambulance and the paramedic by your side. You panic momentarily when you don’t see or feel Bucky but he’s there, he lets you know when his deep voice graces your ears and he tells you he’s still there.

And then you’re in the hospital, but you’re barely awake and everyone around you is moving quickly, talking in rushed voices as you’re wheeled around on a bed at running speed. You catch a glimpse of Bucky running alongside your bed, holding your hand and you squeeze his as much as you can, which isn’t very much at all.

Suddenly when you wake, it’s quiet, save for the soft beeping in the background. You don’t feel so delirious anymore. You felt a lot less pain than before and you felt like you’d been asleep for a while. You slowly open your eyes, flash backs to being suspended in a warehouse when you do, but you’re relieved when all you see is a hospital room. Bucky is laying on the sofa to the side, fast asleep and you wonder how long you were out for. You look down and see your hand and wrist are bandaged and you have a brace around your wrist. You can feel a bandage around you middle and other patches of gauze and butterfly bandages on the cuts you sustained. You reach up with your left hand for your face, your cheek feels swollen from where you’d been punched and you run your hand down your sternum where the knife was driven in and it’s all dressed. Lastly, you feel around the gash on your side, it feels tight and sore, which indicates you’ve been stitched up. Your stomach hurts like hell from being kicked, but you assume it’s all just bruising.

“Bucky.” You speak up, breaking the silence of the room. He stirs a bit and you smile at his sleepy face, a little scrunched up and his hair messy and wild. “Bucky.” You repeat his name and he wakes fully, looking across at you and grinning when he sees you’re awake. “(Y/n)!” Bucky sits up and moves over to your side, rubbing his eyes sleepily and yawning. “Sorry, perhaps I shouldn’t have woken you.” You feel guilty, the poor guy must be exhausted, neither of you even got a full night’s sleep before this all started. “No, sweetheart, god, I’m so happy you woke me.” He smiled down at you. “How are you feeling?” He asked, keeping his voice soft and low. “Better, still in pain.” You reply smiling up at him, taking in his sleepy features.

“I missed you so much.” You’re hit by a wave of emotions and as soon as the words leave your lips, you’re overcome with sadness and joy all at the same time. “I was so scared.” You weep, reaching for him and Bucky carefully pulls you into his arms. “I know, sweetheart, I know. I’m so, so sorry.” He kissed your forehead and peppered the undamaged parts of your face with gentle kisses. “Please don’t apologise.” You cry out, holding him with your undamaged arm, gripping his shirt with your hand. The two of you cry to each other, kissing and holding one another for a few minutes while you let your emotions run their course. You cup Bucky’s cheek with your hand and he looks into your eyes with so much love and adoration. He moves closer and your lips slowly touch and you tilt your head slightly, letting Bucky move his lips against yours. Tears slip down your cheeks and you can taste the saltiness of them on your lips. You breath in a pained sob and Bucky moves away slowly, his gentle blue eyes locked onto yours as you both drink each other in.

Days later you were grabbing at Bucky’s hand as he helped you out of bed. Steve had brought you some clothes to wear and Bucky slowly helped you change into them. You slipped off your hospital gown and Bucky held out your top for you. “Put your arms out for me, doll.” He spoke quietly. When you didn’t, Bucky stopped and looked at your line of sight, seeing you look at yourself through the open bathroom door in the full length mirror. You turned to see the full extent front on and you gasped when you saw the purple and yellow chain shaped bruising all across your torso. “Do you want me to close the door?” Bucky asks. You shake your head. You need to see it. You study your face, your cheek is red and still slightly swollen, you have cuts of varying sizes all across your face. Your throat has score lines from Pierce’s knife being pressed up against it and you feel the ghost of the blade drawing across your skin. You let silent tears roll down your cheeks as you assess the damage. “Can you close it now, please?” You ask, looking away from the mirror and Bucky nods, moving over to push the door closed.

Bucky helps you get dressed and he walks you through the halls of the hospital. You beamed when you saw Steve getting out of the car to greet you both and you immediately went to hug him, squeezing him tightly around the middle. It felt so good to be back in the arms of the people you trusted the most. Steve held you gently, terrified to hurt you while you hummed with happiness. Bucky placed your bags in the boot as you got yourself comfortable in the back seat, saying an excited hello to Sam who was sitting behind the wheel and he turned back to squeeze your hand.

Realisation hit you as Bucky got into the back seat next to you and all of your excitement to leave the hospital left you. “Where am I going to go?” You ask, looking between the three sets of eyes that all turned to look at you as soon as you spoke up, your voice full of worry. Bucky sighed and sat back in his seat. “I’m sorry about your apartment, sugar. I figured you could stay with me, for a while at least. If you want I can put you in one of the apartments we use as safehouses.” He suggests. “No, going to stay with you sounds nice. I don’t think I want to be alone.” You shake your head. “Anything we can do to make you feel comfortable while you heal, doll?” Bucky asks as Sam pulls the car out of the parking space. “I’m scared to be by myself, for now at least.” You say, you’re not sure what they can do about that, but it’s your main fear at the moment. “We can arrange to have a rotation of people around, if that makes you feel better?” Bucky suggests. That sounds nice, at least while you recover. You were feeling very jumpy and paranoid after the events of that night and you weren’t ready to leave it all behind yet, the trauma of it all still weighing heavily on your shoulders.

You finally got to Bucky’s house, the beautiful 1920s structure was a sight for sore eyes and you longed to be in its walls, take in the beautiful antique décor, feel the comfort and safety of its structure. Knowing there was a strong security system and safe rooms inside made you feel much better already. Knowing you would be greeted by Bucky’s butler, Jarvis, a welcome friendly face who was trained security personnel who would be there day and night made you feel secure.

You got out of the car, Jarvis holding the door open for you and you lowered yourself onto the gravel below, taking in the fresh air and the quiet atmosphere of the place. You and Bucky said goodbye to Steve and Sam and you both followed Jarvis indoors, where you finally felt at ease.

You spent some time reading and drinking hot drinks, enjoying the luxuries Bucky provided in his home. Despite it being a luxury house, he had certainly made it a home and you loved the warm, comforting feeling it provided as you settled in.

Laying next to Bucky in bed, you took in a deep, calm breath and let it out slowly. “You know, Pierce wanted to marry me.” You broke the silence. It had been a few days and you were finally talking about it. “That’s…” Bucky paused, unsure of what to say. “Disturbing? Yeah. I know.” You huffed. “I’m so sorry about what happened, sugar.” Bucky said softly. “You have nothing to apologise for.” You shook your head and looked across at him, the soft glow of the beside lamps illuminated his handsome features. “Do you think you’ll be okay?” Bucky asked. “I’m not sure it’ll ever be the same after what happened, I think I’ll always live with the trauma, but I think I’ll be okay.” You answer honestly, your gaze meeting his. “I hope so.” He sighs longingly. “Sometimes I wonder if bringing you into my life was all just a bad idea. It was selfish on my part and I seem to always put you in danger.” Bucky thought out loud. “You didn’t bring me into it by yourself. I willingly went along with it; I knew what I was getting myself into.” You move to lean up against Bucky, your head resting on his chest and his hand pulling you close to this side. “I know, you’re a tough one, doll.” He smiles across at you. “Your tough gal.” You poke him in the side, smiling up at him.

Bucky rolls over and hovers above you, pressing his lips to yours gently. It quickly becomes a deep kiss and you whimper into his lips. Your body aches, but not in pain, it’s aching for pleasure, for Bucky’s soft, loving touch, for his gentle lips. The way he moves against you and holds you so gently like you could break with one wrong move. The way he looks at you like you are the single most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “Let me make you feel good, sugar.” Bucky whispers as he presses soft kisses along your neck. “Let me help you feel better.” He murmurs into your tender skin, his hot breath tickling your neck as he works down your torso, leaving trails of kisses over all of your injuries as he goes. He stops at your sternum and his lips ghost over the bandaged wound. Feather light touches tickle your skin as he gently cups your breasts, taking your delicate nipple into his mouth and swirling around it with his tongue, rolling the opposite one between his fingers with such care. He listens to your soft moans as they leave your lips, he wants to show you how much he loves you, how much he missed you and he slowly slides his large fingers into your panties, slipping them between your wet lips and stroking you in gentle circular motions as he works your breasts. Your moans become louder as he focuses on your clit and you buck into his hand, silently asking for more. Bucky kisses down your stomach, fluttering his lips over the nasty gash on your side and he stops at your underwear, hooking his fingers under them and shimmying them off you.

Bucky parts your legs, his hold is firm but gentle, and he looks up at you one last time before he slowly presses his tongue to your core, circling around your sensitive clitoris and teasing it with each flick of his velvety tongue. Bucky’s lips close around your bundle of nerves and he lightly sucks, leaving you nearly breathless as he swirls his tongue around it, eliciting a beautiful string of moans and little noises from you. He listens to the way you react, keeping up the actions that make you moan and gasp the most as he slowly brings you closer to your climax. Bucky hums into your core when you moan out and it sends the most delightful vibrations through you as you get closer. He speeds up his motions, his tongue flicking up and down quickly and he hits you in the spot that has you gasping and gripping the sheets below you. He finally increases the speed and the coil comes undone, your orgasm rushes through you and you shiver with pleasure as you pant heavily, the pleasure loosening your muscles as you relax fully into the mattress.

“Bucky.” You breathe out in a whine, reaching for him and Bucky chuckles. “I’m here, sweetheart.” He smiles as you reach for his clothed bulge. “Not tonight, sugar, let me make you feel good.” Bucky says softly, pulling his boxers down and his erection bounces slightly. You whine as you ache for him, for the friction between your legs. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Bucky reassures you as he gently runs the head of his cock between your wet folds. “You ready?” He asks and you nod, humming out in response. That’s all he needs to slowly push into your entrance and you gasp out in pleasure. He pushes in fully and he moves slowly to allow you to adjust until you tell him it’s okay. Bucky moves in and out, gently caressing you with his hands as his lips come down onto yours. He gently bucks into you and your soft moans get lost in his mouth as you move against each other.

You silently ask him to move faster by moving yourself against him and Bucky complies, still careful not to be too rough with you as he slides in and out, adjusting his angle now and again to get the best responses out of you. He moves against you and he can see your orgasm is building. “C’mon sugar, one more orgasm for me.” He whispers and your coil tightens. “Let me see you cum, sweetheart.” Bucky says softly and with a few more thrusts, you’re moaning underneath him as your orgasm peaks and it crashes through you, sending you soaring as your head feels floaty from the pleasure. Bucky follows not long after and he lets out a gruff, low groan as he climaxes and he keeps going for a few more gentle thrusts before he pulls out and collapses next to you.

Bucky cleans you up and you lay next to each other, Bucky facing you and combing through your hair with his fingers. “I love you so much, (Y/n).” Bucky says softly, his eyes locking with yours and you melt under his soft gaze. “I love you too, Bucky.” You reply sleepily. He holds you close to his chest and you fall asleep on him, his gentle heartbeat lulling you into a restful slumber as he strokes your hair and runs his fingers up and down your bare back.

You were safe. You hoped that with Pierce’s death, that you would never fall into Hydra’s clutches again. But most importantly you were back in Bucky’s arms where you were safe, where you felt like you were loved and protected.

And you were home.

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[fathertaurus]

Mr. Dobrik 💰

Was feeing the love tonight so figured I’d send something in, ignore if it’s bad; it’s Christmas and I’m drunkish lol😂 🍃 anon, Thankyou so much for being nice about my fic! Yours is my favourite, too! That car one oh my ahdhgnyngkdlcj. Anyways, Short AU where David is a businessman, with a very well-respected image. When you woke up that morning, the first thing you did was check your news alerts for David. You hated to admit that you had them set on your phone, but you did. The first few were just the usual. “David Dobrik, founder of ITC HQ, the youngest entrepeneur in the United States.” “ITC HQ’s David Dobrik climbing the Forbes top 100” “David Dobrik’s naïve youth risks sacrificing major deal with Samsung.” The last one intrigued you, so you clicked the link to find images of David last night in one of the biggest clubs in the city. The picture of him exiting showed 2 women on his arm. All long legs and bleached blonde hair. A spokesperson for Samsung had also been contacted for the article, and had said they were unsure that David was ‘suitable’ for their image. You climbed out of bed and headed to the kitchen, expecting to see David there, but he wasn’t. You pouted, wanting to give him a piece of your mind for 1. possibly messing up his deal and 2. what the fuck was he doing with those girls? You saw he had left a note for you on the counter.   ‘Something came up at the office. See you tonight. Love you. -D.’ You smiled, but then shook your head. No, he deserved a piece of your mind for whatever was going on last night. You were asleep when he got home but he told you he was meeting with a client for dinner. You got yourself dressed and started the drive to his office, deciding if you couldn’t teach him a lesson at home, you’d teach him a lesson at work. His secretary, Denise, buzzed you through and he barely raised his head from his computer when you entered his office. “Y/N, what are you doing here? I can’t talk right now, baby, I’ve got some major work to do for this Samsung deal.” “Oh” you smirked “cleaning up the mess you made last night?”   He looked at you now, his face flushed. You could see his throat bob as he gulped. “How did you-” he started, but you didn’t let him finish. “Doesn’t matter” you walked closer to him, spinning his desk chair to the side and straddling his lap.   “Babe, what are you doing? I really need to finish this” he glanced at his computer again. “But, Davey” you sighed. “You’re never gonna convince them to accept the deal if all you do is stress about it. Let me help you relax.” You ran your fingers through his hair as you spoke, tugging on the ends just a little. He sighed; it never took you long to convince him. “Yeah” his mouth was dry “guess I could use a break.” You reached down to pull your shirt over your head and you were grinding on him now, painfully slowly as you pressed kissed along his jaw.   “Fuck” he whispered when you started to nibble on his earlobes. “I need you so bad right now, baby.” “Good” you loosened his tie. Something about it made him look so much hotter. “Shit” he breathed when you grinded on to him particularly hard. You could feel him beneath you now, he wanted you so bad and it made you smirk.   David slipped his hands into your underwear and moaned almost immediately. “Baby, you’re so wet for me. Can I taste you?” he whispered, attacking your neck with kisses and all you could do was nod. He got to his feet, lifting you up and placing you onto his chair. He tugged your jeans and underwear down together and was inbetween your legs before you could even register what was happening. “Fuck, David” you cried out; his tongue licked a warm stripe from your entrance to your clit and started to swirl around it.   “Mmmm, you taste so good, princess.” his words were muffled as you moaned at the vibration. “God, David. You’re so good at this.” you panted, face and chest red from the heat. You could feel the ball start to form in the pit of your stomach. David has been so busy lately he’s barely had time to touch you in days. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer.   He slipped two of his long fingers into you with ease, immediately finding your g-spot and brushing over it at a perfect rhythm. You cried out his name, tangling your fingers in his hair, nails digging into his scalp.   “Shhhhh” he whispered, and then he did the exact opposite of trying to keep you quiet, putting his lips around your swollen clit and sucking hard.   “Shit, ah- fuck- David, I’m gonna cum” you whisper yelled, pulling on his hair even tighter. You could feel the smirk on his lips but he didn’t say anything, not wanting to stop. He sucked harder on your clit, adding another finger beside the first two and the stretch was so perfect that when he brushed your g-spot again, you were flying over the edge, his name a whimper on your lips. He looked up at you after you had come down, a sly grin on his face, his lips and cheeks wet from your arousal. He wiped his face on the back of his hand and got to his feet, kissing you so you could taste yourself on his lips. You let out a small moan into his mouth. “Your turn” you whispered and stood up so he could sit. You were back in your original position, grinding your hips against his, and he could feel your arousal dripping onto his pants. “Please, touch me, y/n fuck” he whined. “I’m so hard babygirl, it hurts.” You undid his belt, reaching your hand into his pants and wrapping your fingers around him. He hissed at the touch, and you could feel the precum dripping down his shaft. “Fuck, baby. M’so close, not gonna last long.”   “Well you’re gonna have to” you whispered into his ear, a smirk on your face. His brow furrowed in confusion and he whimpered as your hand stopped moving. “Fuck, don’t stop. What, no” he whined, not able to think straight. “You need to learn your lesson” you climbed off of his lap, dressing yourself slowly. “Serves you right for hanging around those two leggy blondes last night” you added as you pulled your shirt back over your head.   “God, no y/n that was nothing! Don’t do this, please, I need you.”   Just as you were about to give in, you heard Denise’s voice over the buzzer.   “Mr. Dobrik, Ian from Samsung is on the other line.” she said, and like magic, the phone started to ring.   You glanced at David: eyes looking at you desperately, tie loose, lips red and swollen, hair a mess.   You mouthed ‘good luck with the call’ and exited the office without another word. You winked at Denise on the way out, making her giggle.   You were in the elevator when your phone buzzed with a text from David. ‘You are so in for it when I get home’ it read, and attached was a picture of the obvious tent in his pants. ‘Is that a promise?’ was your reply, wanting to make him suffer. Part 1? Feel like I’ve got a lot of ideas for this.

[13eyond13]

Hi 👋 the idea for katimura having a genius daughter sounds like a interesting AU I like to see it explore more, we never saw her in the anime/manga so we’re free to interpret her character, assuming if she just likes light when he had the death note, it be very cool to see L and light work together on the Kira case just like the yotsuba arc which is my Favourite arc in the series, Thank you for reading.🙏

I agree, I love the idea of at least one of the geniuses in Death Note being female, and I too love seeing L and Light work together on things! I think it would be a much better atmosphere between them in a scenario like this, without L constantly insinuating that Light’s guilty no matter what he does, lmao… poor Light really couldn’t win during that arc, because the better he was at solving things the more suspicious he seemed to L, and the less he helped the more suspicious he probably would seem to L, too. Not that L was ever WRONG to continuously think he was Kira, but you know. He wasn’t ever very tactful about discussing it, and I probably would’ve wanted to punch L a few times myself during that period if I was Light, or at the very least join L in his sulky cake-eating and feeling sorry for myself, haha.

Anyway! I imagine it would be a bit tougher for Light to get on the Task Force in an AU where he was innocent, because half the reason L wanted him on the Task Force in the first place was because Light was his main suspect, and L wanted him closer so he could investigate him better and possibly get him to trip up somehow. L wasn’t just letting anyone onto the team willy-nilly, and if Light was cleared of suspicion for being Kira then I imagine L would mostly move on from investigating him and focus all his attention on Kitamura’s daughter.

The main way I could see this happening would be if Light found out that his father was working with L on the Kira investigation and managed to convince his dad to let him help him with his work at home once the Task Force was stuck in a dead end. If Light managed to figure something out for the case that nobody else could, then maybe this would intrigue L and impress him, and he’d think that Light would make a beneficial asset to his tiny team. I actually wrote a scenario very similar to this before in my “B picks up the Death Note” fic… B brought the Death Note to Tokyo instead of LA and blackmailed L into following him there, and L was forced to collaborate with the NPA because B was sending all his clues to the police instead of to L. Soichiro was coming home very exhausted and frustrated every night, and Light managed to find out by talking to him about it that he was working with L. This intrigued Light very much because an opportunity like that seemed like the perfect solution to his boredom and feeling under-challenged at school, so he convinced his dad to let him help with some of the clues. He solved B’s first puzzle very quickly, and this led to L asking him to come to the HQ so he could meet him. I think something like this would possibly work for this scenario too, although it could also make L suspicious of Light again if he had ever been one of the original Kira suspects they were considering. L is certainly not bad at solving things himself, so it would have to make sense that it was something Light would be able to solve more easily than L without also making L look incompetent in some way.

[fortress-of-iserlohn]

Please tell me more about Reuenthal/Yang, I have never considered this ship before (Reinhard/Yang is my usual poison of choice) but now I can't stop thinking about it. I need AUs! And canon-divergence! And - please just tell me as many ways this could happen as you can, in as much detail as possible!

howdy anon friend i am fajsdofjsaf. honoured that you are considering my tiny lil raft ship and just HELLO

but really. you have certainly come to the right place! i am here to fulfil all of your AU and canon-divergence needs :D

beneath this cut you shall find TRASH wonder and MORE TRASH all your dreams come to life

alright let’s start with canon-divergence because this one is slightly less quantity and quality because canon fic is really hard??? (and also i am admittedly writing one right now and i don’t wanna give away too much :3????)

logh has all these cool plot points where the outcome changes depending on the action the character in question takes!!!!

ie. what if yang took schonkopf with him to meet with reinhardt the second time?

or like. what if yang disobeyed the orders from hq to stop the battle of vermillion?

or, my personal favourite, what if yang decided that schonkopf was right and then basically declared iserlohn an independent entity and the thirteenth fleet + iserlohn basically divorced themselves from the fpa???? 

seriously though. do you think either faction could’ve taken the fortress back by force? reinhardt probably eventually could, but in his best interests, he leaves yang alone and goes to crush the fpa first, then comes back to negotiate a truce.

but anyway, we’re here to talk about my favourite thing in the world - reuenthal/yang, so i’ll leave my crying about what if canon for later.

CANON DIVERGENCE REUENTHAL/YANG.

i don’t have much on this because i’ve yet to finish the source material but i will have. more. one. day. (i hope)

also pls note that i’m not big on plot beyond trashy fluff, so this is probably stupendously ooc and i can’t fix it just let me have my otp pls asofmsaodfijas

1. the star crossed lovers thing - where reuenthal accompanied kircheis to negotiate the exchange of prisoners with the fpa. and it’s literally love at first sight for him with yang and yang’s not. disagreeable because reuenthal is beautiful and he can be charming af when he wants to be (and he really wants to charm yang lbr) 

after kircheis and reuenthal return to odin, reuenthal starts moping about the admiral’s big brother house and eventually caves and talks to mittermeyer about his pure hearted admiration of yang where in mittermeyer stares flatly at reuenthal and tells him ‘you’re pining like one of those heroines you detest from the classics’ and reuenthal is so Offended TM by this he sulks off to the officer’s bar and drowns his sorrows until he becomes drunk enough to admit that hey, mittermeyer really knows him too well.

so the next day, very hung over, reuenthal starts sending letters (or more likely, electronic communications) to the 13th fleet with flowery poetry and declarations of his feelings and shit. and at the start, the 13th fleet kind of think he’s up to something nefarious. but then they just realise reuenthal actually really is just pathetically in love with yang and so for the good of all mankind, they just ‘accidentally delete’ every single message before it makes it to yang. 

no one expects that reuenthal eventually (cos that boy has no chill, like me) literally rolls up and parks his goddamned flagship next to the hyperion when the tristan is supposed to be passing nearby one day and demands to know why yang hasn’t been basically texting him back and then yang is like ‘??????????????? wat’ and then everyone in the 13th fleet, from schonkopf down to julian have a LOT OF EXPLAINING to do. (cazerne pretended to know nothing and washed his hands of the whole thing from the start because the less he knows about these sort of things the more sane he can stay okay).

eventually reinhardt gets sick of reuenthal moping about odin and shoos him off to be the consul of heinessen and reuenthal just continues to woo yang (now in person!!!) by showing off whenever he can even when it’s stupidly inappropriate with the inbuilt optimism of being a good looking and popular dude that everything will work out eventually and one day yang will just cave and say ‘fine.’ (spoiler alert, he does)

2. post-vermillion - actually this is 90% what my fic is about so i’m not going to say a lot about it. you’ll get to read this eventually as a proper-ish fic in a month or two (pray for me pls, it’s currently 7000 words and nowhere near done).

but consider. if yang and reuenthal met after the alliance surrendered. hm. Hm. HMMMMMMMMM. with added shenanigans from my favourite admirals from the empire and fpa sides :D

AU REUENTHAL/YANG

I FRIGGEN LOVE AU.

i’ve already talked about my ‘what if yang was born in the empire’ au, and briefly covered my college/university au where reuenthal social media stalks yang in a non-creepy way until he grows enough balls to just ask him out.

but, i was also yelling a lot at @beingevil today cos she brought up an actor au, but she’ll be writing that one so i’ll leave it up to her (WINK WONK)

other AUs to be considered:

1. history professor!yang & hitman!reuenthal - someone (probably fucking job trunicht) puts a hit out on yang and reuenthal is assigned to the job and he stakes out yang for a few days and yang is just like a small defenseless animal????? how can he murder a small, defenseless animal like that?? and gosh he’s super cute too??? he’s so my type!!!!!??? so he can’t pull the trigger and instead reuenthal goes on the run with yang and they uncover conspiracies against the government and then they put trunicht into prison and live happily ever after?

2. coffee shop au - where yang owns a coffee shop and reuenthal is a lawyer/business person who comes in to buy coffee, but in reality is here to perv on yang and also everyone in the shop (customers and staff alike) knows this except for yang who thinks reuenthal is a really nice guy and ‘julian, don’t you think reuenthal is just so friendly. he seems to really like leaning close to you when he talks and his voice is so deep and his eyes are so striking and he’s really handsome ???’ and julian sighs and goes to make himself another three expresso shots just to get through the rest of the hour

3. hogwarts au - where reuenthal is a slytherin, who’s bffls with a gryffindor (mittermeyer) and yang is the laziest ravenclaw ever sorted and did you know his best subject is a history of magic which everyone else hates??? so like they have potions together (because they’re the same age and so they would be in the same year level!!) and reuenthal thought that yang would be HELPFUL but there’s a reason yang consistently almost fails everything but history which is that he literally comes into class and then curls into a ball and then GOES TO SLEEP. so imagine reuenthal’s DESPAIR when he gets paired up with yang for astronomy as well? it’s his shittiest subject because ew astronomy??? and they’re assigned to do their major project together. but it doesn’t turn out as bad as he imagines. instead, they slowly develop ~feelings~ because there’s cute midnight dates on the astronomy tower where they cuddle beneath a blanket together for ~warmth~ and share hot tea while they do their star charts. then eventually reuenthal talks yang into going to a quidditch match and vaguely cheering for slytherin because reuenthal is one of their star players. cue attenborogh being thoroughly distressed by yang’s casual betrayal of his own house ‘but yang, you’ve never come to a single game in five years’ and yang replying ‘interhouse rivalry promotes antagonistic tendencies’ and wrapping himself up snugly with reuenthal’s green and white scarf.

honourable mentions go out to the following:

- hetalia!AU - where yang is the personification of the alliance and reuenthal falls in love with freedom

- soulmate!AU - where your soulmate’s name is written in their hand somewhere on your body & reuenthal’s been hiding his entire life because his name is written in alliance standard and yang just thinks that the curved lines across his arm is a really weird birthmark

- pokemon!AU - where yang is the most wtf gym leader ever and kind of just naps all day on a snorlax but no one’s been able to get a badge off him since he took the gym. reuenthal as an ambitious trainer who’s just missing THE ONE BADGE...

i actually have a heap more but i just. NEED TO CRY ABOUT THEM FOR A WHILE BECAUSE CANON IS MEAN TO ME

[sun-writer-blog]

Long Nights

A Jasiper Fic that I wrote a while ago. This is a sort of military!AU, but I always figured Jason Grace would be a soldier.

Let me know what you think?

“The usual?”

“Yes, ma’am. You can leave the pot here, I’ll be a while.”

“Glad to hear it, Captain.”

The young woman returned to the kitchen with a concerned frown on her face, but Jason was unaware of it. He waited at a small booth in the back corner of the Jupiter Diner, staring at the white table in front of him. Although his crystal blue eyes appeared vacant, his mind was reeling. At this hour of the morning the diner was usually closed, but Jason had been waiting outside with a lit cigarette between his fingers watching the tobacco burn when Piper Mclean had arrived early to prepare the diner for the day.

The manager had wrapped her warm hands carefully around Jason’s cold ones, carefully taking away the cigarette and flicking it onto the asphalt road in front of the restaurant. The wind roared in Jason’s ears, sending droplets of the pouring rain onto his Class A dress uniform and his blank face. Piper squeezed his left hand gently as he realized suddenly that he was shaking uncontrollably. “Cold out, Captain Grace?” she asked, care flooding her tone. Her radiant hazel eyes, a deep brown in the early morning darkness, searched for a response out of Jason. He blinked and turned his head slowly, eyes pleading.

Jason’s voice didn’t betray him when he spoke. “Yes, ma’am. This rain is brutal.”

Piper sighed quietly, letting another hand rest on Jason’s cheek. They stood like that for a few seconds, a silent exchange of information passing through the few inches between their faces. “Let me get you some coffee, then.” Piper decided, still looking up into Jason’s eyes. Even though he was taller by a few inches and broad shouldered, Piper led Jason into the diner, her right hand interlocked in his left hand. Jason shuffled forward in a daze, his mind wandering back to the past week.

“I need someone on coms!”

“They’re busted, sir! I can run back to send the word!”

“Let HQ know we are being overrun and we need an airstrike, danger close!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Be careful, Valdez!”

“Be careful, Captain.” Piper repeated. “Coffee’s nice and hot. Two creams, extra sugar, just the way you like it.”

Jason managed a small smile and took the small white mug in both palms, warming himself up. He refocused his stare from out the window to the contents of the mug, watching the mocha-hued liquid shake as his hands shook. Steam from the hot mug embraced his ghost-cold cheeks. The heat of the mug burned his hands, keeping him tethered to the present. As Piper turned back towards the kitchen, Jason spoke again. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“You can call me Piper, Captain Grace. I’m 27, not 50.”

Jason nodded slowly. “I’m Jason.”

Piper hesitated before sliding into the seat in front of Jason. He still stared into his coffee mug. After 3 years of being stationed at the nearby base, Jason had never asked for Piper’s name, and she had never asked for his. Although they had a sort of work-friendship, they weren’t particularly close. Piper had no responsibility to care for Jason.

And yet, Jason couldn’t shake the feeling in the back of his mind that Piper did care for him.

“Well, Jason Grace, what brings you here so early? I don’t suppose it's to ask me out on a date?”

Jason found himself smiling again as he stared into the coffee. Piper’s sly comments and flirty joking had led to many long days at the shop with the two of them laughing until closing time. Jason always helped Piper close up and insisted on walking her to her small, red Nissan Maxima. “Same time?” She would prompt Jason.

“Same place” He would respond.

8 months ago Piper had leaned forward on her open car door before she entered the vehicle, sizing Jason up. “Who’s going to walk me 20 feet to my car for the next few months?”

Jason smiled playfully. “I suppose you’re just going to have to find another well-mannered, blonde-haired Army Captain to walk you, ma’am. And you know those 20 feet are the best!”

Piper laughed, searching Jason’s eyes. “Yes, they are, but you’re my well-mannered blonde-haired Army Captain.”

The distance between the two of them had suddenly seemed restrictive. Jason had desperately wanted to close it, but Piper made the first move. She leaned forward and pulled Jason’s tie down until their noses touched. She bit her puffy lower lip, and Jason’s heart flipped. “I expect you to take me more places when you get back, okay Captain?” Her breath hitched at the end of the sentence. “So, you’d better come back to me.”

Jason closed his eyes, taking in moment. The scent of lavender and warm coffee and sugar surrounding Piper. The sensation that her presence inspired in him, sending goosebumps throughout his skin. The way the hair on the back of his neck raised in anticipation. Her soft full lips and strong features surrounded by her deeply tanned skin. The small braids in her chestnut-colored hair which fell to her shoulders.

He definitely noticed when Piper’s hand reached into his back pocket and slipped something inside.. She turned ever so slightly and brushed her lips along Jason’s cheek before whispering in his ear “I’ll see you soon.”

“I promise” he responded, breathless.

“1 minute until evac, sir!”

“Get all the wounded on first, Ramirez! Take everyone else on afterwards. Valdez, you hang back with me and provide covering fire while we wait for the secondary evac.”

“Yes, sir!”

“We will get everyone back home, I promise you all.”

Jason finally broke his concentration and looked up at Piper. “I just needed a place to think” he decided after a long time. Piper furrowed her eyebrows.

“Well, you know you’re always welcome here. We don’t officially open for another two hours, though.”

“I know, I was hoping to run into you, actually” Jason admitted, enunciating carefully. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“You can talk about it, if you’d like” Piper prompted, placing her hands over Jason’s. “I don’t mind listening.”

Jason squeezed Piper’s fingers gently. He felt lost for words, now that he had the opportunity to speak his mind. Piper, thankfully, noticed. She continued her thought. “Was it something that happened while you were away?”

Away. Jason smiled at the word. Deployed, in combat, for 8 months. He leaned forward until his forearms rested on the table and reached with one hand into his dress jacket side pocket. He produced a small pendant with a sky-blue neck device and a star medallion hanging from it. Piper’s eyes widened in surprise. “Jason, is that…?”

Jason nodded, staring at the necklace. “Medal of Honor. I got it yesterday.”

Piper seemed stunned. “I didn’t hear it about it in the news” she stammered.

“You probably won’t. The mission was classified, so they don’t really publicize the details. It’s on a couple of websites.”

Piper slapped Jason’s hand lightly. “Stop downplaying this! That’s amazing, Jason!”

Jason continued to stare at the star medallion. “I don’t think I deserve this” he admitted finally, a weight lifting off his chest. The emotions began to pour out of him, along with all of his inhibitions to relive the events of the past week.

He told Piper about how the base he was stationed at had been nearly overrun in an assault, and how he defended it initially but eventually sent for medical evac for most of his team. He recounted to Piper how the first helicopter made it out with most of his team, but the secondary evac helicopter was destroyed.

He told Piper about taking turns resting with a squadmate of his during the night, always prepared for another wave of combatants as they held their ground for days on end. After the third day their ammunition ran low, and Valdez had offered to run and scavenge from around the base. Jason had agreed. Unknown to him, Valdez called in reinforcements from a salvaged radio he found and risked everything by putting himself into the line of fire to deploy red smoke and alert HQ to their location.

He grinned at Jason before jumping over the wall and straight into the enemy.

Jason took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and read aloud. “Captain Jason Grace successfully evacuated wounded members of his squad and defended his position with limited resources and support. For extraordinary heroism against all odds, he is presented with the nation’s highest honor.”

He was letting the tears fall freely now, his hand and the paper shaking. “They never found Leo. He’s still listed as Missing. He was my responsibility. I was supposed to keep him safe. I promised him i’d bring him back home, and I was supposed to be the one who popped that smoke, but he didn’t give me the chance.” Jason paused and gasped to catch his breath. He gritted his teeth.

Piper didn’t speak for until Jason finished, instead listening intently and absent-mindedly tracing her fingers across his hand while she focused. Now, she squeezed it. “Jason, you deserve that medal. You got everyone out. You saved so many people.”

Jason shook his head. “Not Leo.”

“You’re not Superman. You did your best, and that was more than enough.”

“Leo is the one who popped the smoke.” Jason repeated.

“And he would want you to wear that medal to honor him, if not yourself” Piper fired back.

Jason let the weight of her words settle in. He finally relaxed in his seat for the first time in what felt like years. “Leo didn’t give me the chance to pop the smoke myself” he stated again.

“Why not?” Piper breathed. “Why didn’t he?”

Jason closed his eyes and let the remaining tears stream down his face. He flipped the paper over in his hand and slid it across the table to Piper, who inspected it.

Taped to the back of the paper was another, badly burnt handwritten paper. In speedy handwriting, it read: Get back to her!

Piper covered her mouth and held back tears of her own when she saw that at the bottom of the notebook paper was pinned a small, wallet-sized photo of herself wearing a cut off t-shirt and her tongue out. At the bottom of the photo was the caption “See you soon, Captain Grace!”

Although also burnt along the edges and worse for wear, it was the same photo she had slipped into Jason’s back pocket.

“I looked at that photo every single day, when I thought I wasn’t going to make it. I guess he noticed.” Jason chuckled, sniffling and wiping his eyes. “He always wanted me to take him to the Diner.”

Piper smiled genuinely. “Why didn’t you, then? Trying to sabotage my business?”

Jason searched into Piper’s eyes, not unlike he did 8 months ago. “Because you’re my beautiful, brown-haired Diner Manager” he answered honestly. “I would like to take you out on that date soon, if you still wanted.”

And finally, he found what he had so desperately been yearning for when Piper McLean leaned across the table, rested her forehead on Jason’s, and whispered “I love you” before their lips met together full of love and compassion.

[ephemeralem0tions]

4100 Chapter 5 - It Takes Two

I seriously need to boost this story, I have noticed its having a hard time gaining reads unlike my past fics. Please drop by and read it if you can <3 

P.S. Abby is Hanji

Theme: future AU

Rating: PG

Warning: Curse words, future nsfw, violence

AO3 version overe here x

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He adjusted the cuffs of his long sleeve polo with ease, then topped everything with a blazer which completed the formal look. He sure looked like a noble himself, if only he dressed like this every single day. But of course, he would not. The clothes may look good, but they are far less comfortable than people think. The tight slack restrain him from moving too much, collar somewhat chocking him and rubbing around his neck, the double layers making him feel the heat which will make him sweat a lot if there was no proper air conditioning. Still, he felt that the get up was incomplete.

He pulled out one of his white cloths that he usually used as bandanas from his closet. Artfully tying it around his neck till it became a cravat.

“Not bad” he whispered, admittedly admiring himself in front of the mirror. He also had his hair slicked back with hair gel, his freshly groomed undercut showing below the tamed hair above.

“I hate this dress” Abby groaned, entering his room and tugging the neckpiece of her halter type gown. She looked human, and started to act like a human as soon as he got up. This is the first time he’s actually seen her looking genuinely irritated and not smiling. What a good actress, she really did her research last night.

She continued to pull the sparkling fabric away from her neck and he sighed. Erwin may have went over board with their undercover outfits. The goal was to look less noticeable, but her stunning sparkly gown may even draw the attention closer to them. Abby’s back was also exposed to the public. Although her figure lacked some chest, she was tall, thin and well built for a woman’s body. She would surely be a topic for young bastards in the gala. Only they don’t know she actually isn’t human after all. Especially if she keeps a great act.

“Stop pulling at it, you might rip it. For all we know Erwin might have splurged his tight ass budget for this” he hissed, pulling her hands away from herself.

“But its really itching, I hate it” she frowned. Fucking great pretentious girl indeed.

He eyed at her nape which was already turning red fro all the scratching. Wow, she can even make herself physically human now and have rash.

“Its because of your hair, its hitting the area and causes more irritation” he pointed out.

“So what am I supposed to do? Cut it?” she rolled her eyes. Was that a terrible display or sarcasm? Or a bratty attitude.

He grabbed her hair and inched her face closer to his, slightly bending forward so their heights would match. Geez, her hair feels so greasy, is it the product of being a bionic? He made a mental note to tell her to take a bath. Or can she even take a bath?

“You tie it four eyes” this time, he was the one who rolled his eyes at her. “I thought you were supposed to be the smartest in your kind?” he smirked once seeing her rare, irritated look.

“I am! I’m just still having a hard time coping up with this human thing” she sighed.

His mind suddenly drifted off to the time when he’d fix Isabel’s hair into pigtails, or braids in some occasions. He wondered if he can still work the magic and do it on Abby.

“Where are you going?” she asked him, once he passed her and went straight towards a drawer beside his bed.

“Tying your hair” he nonchalantly replied, pulling out a spare black cord he remembered he had.

He gestured for her to sit on the edge of the bed, and he carefully, and artfully tamed her hair the best he could. He twisted it upwards with both hands as he stuck the cord between his teeth. He then layered her hair on top of her head into a neat bun before securing it with a cord. Then, he pulled small wisps of hair back to her face so it looks quite like an unintended but beautiful mess.

“This is actually really nice” she complimented his work, after looking at herself in the mirror. But his brows furrowed upon realizing that she would make the perfect show stopper with her current look. He should have messed up more to the point that she would look like a Poodle and no one would dare look at her. Or would that bring more disapproving looks on her?

“They’re here” she turned around and made her way towards the door with him in a tow. This is it, their second task begins.

“The deal is to look less distracting, you two look like you’re the fucking celebrant” Mike laughed, only to earn a harsh glare from Levi.

Compared to what him and Abby were wearing, Mike and Oriana’s suits were really far from what Erwin sent to him. Mike’s suit was almost similar to him, only that the fabric used was less shiny, cheaper in fact. The tall man also had a bowtie instead of a cravat, and he also made no effort with his looks. Mustache untamed as well as his hair. Heck, Mike’s bangs already covered his eyes. Oriana wore a rather plain satin dress, which had thin straps above her shoulders, and a straight cut right to her soles.

Certainly, Erwin had something up his sleeved, if he maid the pairs look different.

“You look beautiful” Abby greeted Oriana with a subtle smile.

“Thank you” Oriana replied, still stiff and evidently less human-like. Either Abby really did a great job, or it had something to do with their ranks.

“Considered we picked you up right at the HQ, it would only take us half an hour to reach Utgard. Did Erwin give special orders awhile ago?” he went back to his serious demeanor, and so did everyone inside the vehicle. This time, no more jokes, it was time to work.

“No, not at all” Mike responded. “But he did give the both of us these ear pieces so he can instruct things from the outside. He said he’ll be with the brigade to back us up at the perimeters of the palace” he was handed a small metal ball he inserted inside his ear. “Abby and Oriana can use the mind link to talk with everyone else” the two girls nodded.

“How about weapons? Did he give out guns?”

“Nope. He believes that we can pull this off with the help of our bionics. They are our lucky charm for this” Mike gave a glance to his partner, who just ignored him.

Damn yeah he has a clumsy bionic by his side. Whom he expected to be all great again on the mission. If there was a time to release all her talents, it was now.

“Sannes is by the bar, getting a drink” a static echoed right at his left ear after Mike spoke. Sure enough, he can see the target a good distance away from him and Abby.

It had been torture to him for the last two hours, trying not to shoot a death glare to everyone who came in their way. Glances were also directed to them, probably people thinking how wealthy he and his date are, but that is very far from reality. They were here for an undercover mission, possibly to kill someone if it was the worst case scenario.

“Target is on the move out” This time, Oriana was the one to speak. She had been standing on her post, casually chatting with a group of young men on a corner, while him and Abby stayed on the balcony. He figured it was the best spot, so he and Abby could be able to spy without any people watching their movements. She stood a good few meters away from him, a champagne glass in hand. If he didn’t know that she was a robot, he would have thought she was a princess.

“It is quite flattering Levi, but please, I am a bionic not a robot” damn, he forgot about the mind link. “Target moving towards the dance floor” She set her glass down on a tray of a server that passed by. His sight then followed Sannes, who indeed looked like he was about to socialize before he commits his crime.

“Levi” a sudden static made him wince and lean sidewards. Erwin’s voice came from the ear piece, booming and loud.

“Will you please be gentle?” he groaned.

“The dance is a waltz. Go to the middle with Abby” his eyes widened at the command.

“I thought we were supposed to go undercover? Not be the circus act?” he hissed. He wasn’t even sure if Abby can dance.

“Downloading basic step sequence” he internally cursed. “You know I can hear you right?”

He gave her a single glance, and in a split second the two were already making a grand re-entrance from the flower clad staircase, to the dance floor. God knows he never learned how to skate, nor dance. It was going to be a disaster, specially when he did not know how to lead.

“I’ll lead then” his eyebrows furrowed at her suggestion. “Just make it look like I’m the follow when I’m actually leading” This is going to be a disaster. “It won’t” her reassuring voice snapped him out of his negativity. “It takes two to tango. As long as you are showing effort, the two of us can pull it through”

He took one of her hands in his, his other arm supporting her back, while she grabbed his shoulder. She felt really warm, from the touch of her bare skin down her back. The heat seemed to envelope him as well, due to the piling circumstances. There was the pressure to dance, the lack of knowledge on why they are doing this, the number of eyes looking at them and only them. He knew he could not mess up and just get away with it. When Erwin has a plan, it always works, and he sure would not like to fail his second task. There will be a grave consequence if he slipped up on this one.

“I bust the windows out your car”

His eyes widened at the sudden change of phase by the music. This was no waltz! Damn Erwin tricked him!

“And no it didn’t mend my broken heart” Abby was quick to adjust, stepping sideways then right into a box step, the foundation of a tango. He silently prayed that his feet and body would let him sway with the flow. If he can shoot, fight, be acrobatically good, then perhaps he can also do an impromptu dance.

“I'll probably always have these ugly scars But right now I don't care about that part I bust the windows out your car”

She suddenly leaned backwards, and he caught her out of reflex, a few claps erupting from the crowd. She then lifted herself up, and stared at him right in the eyes. Her hazel irises were also warm, like her body. On contrast to his cold grey eyes and cold demeanor.

“Trust in me” it was as if she whispered inside his thoughts.

“After I saw you laying next to her I didn't wanna but I took my turn I'm glad I did it cause you had to learn”

Her hips started to sway into the rhythm, his breath hitched. ‘She’s just a robot, not a human’ he reminded himself.

“Again, I’m a bionic” She gave him a sinister smile and swayed even furiously against him. So she also knew the concept of teasing now. As she said, it takes two to tango, and it can also take two to play this game.

“I must admit it helped a little bit To think of how you'd feel when you saw it”

He took a few steps away from her and let himself loose in the music. He watched her every move against the light, remaining focused on his partner as he put on the face everyone loved. A playful looking Levi who smirked and glowed under the spotlight.

“I didn't know that I had that much strength But I'm glad you'll see what happens when You see you can't just play with people's feelings Tell them you love them and don't mean it You'll probably say that it was juvenile But I think that I deserve to smile”

They met again, their faces dangerously close to each other, while he caressed one of her cheeks in a seducing manner at the back of his palm, before pushing her away with a twirl and pulling her back into his arms.

“I bust the windows out your car You know I did it cause I left my mark”

He let her leaned backwards, slowly, and followed her till they were only inches away from the floor.

“Wrote my initials with a crow bar And then I drove off into the dark I bust the windows out your car You should feel lucky that that's all I did”

He pulled her back up, but never letting her free leg go. He brought it up to his waist level as her breath fanned out on his face. Their sweat started glistening like small beads through the light.

“After five whole years of this bullshit Gave you all of me and you played with it”

They stood there, in a daze, lips a few centimeters away from meeting entirely. She was really keeping up a good act. From his view, it looked like she was sincerely attracted to him as well for the moment.

He slowly closed his eyes as the crowd cheered for them. He pulled it off, thanks to his amazing partner, although he still would not admit.

“You don’t need to say it to my face” He saw her laughing as he opened his eyes. His breathing had barely turned to normal after fatigue and she was already laughing at him. Right, she isn’t human, he needed to get a grip.

“Hey short lover boy!” Mike’s voice echoed from his ear.

“What?” he asked with a groan.

“Target is already escaping towards the west wing. Oriana and I are on his trail, but we might need you on the opposite side” his eyes widened as he dragged Abby out of the dance floor.

“Shit” he cursed. “We are on our way”

He was already panting, trying to catch his breath whilst running, While Abby effortlessly jogged beside him with her usual smile. Either she is back to her old self, or adrenaline was rushing into her. But who knows? She is only a top class bionic with good acting skills and exemplary wits.

“Target has already reached the second floor” Abby had alerted him via the mind link. She was already effortlessly jumping from one step to another up the stairs, while he held unto the railings and silently cursed. Sure he was trained for cardio, but the dance had already slightly tired him. The running and jogging had taken its toll on him too. Days of no sleep, and no decent food due to his stress had surely caught up with him.

“Hey short stack, where are you? He’s already went out the terrace” Mike whispered from the other side of the intercom.

“This way Levi!” Abby peeked behind her to get a view of him as she turned towards the left.

“Already on the hallway you hairy beast” he responded, still trying to regain his normal breathing.

“Well hurry up!” he heard, before the line went dead.

They had no guns or knives to fight with, only two robots, or rather, bionics by their sides, and hand to hand combat skills. He aced the subject, and so did Mike, but the exact situation was never presented to them. They never knew how to apprehend Sannes the right way. There was a code, but he hoped the man did not carry a remote or any kind of bribing device with him or else the situation would be damned.

In all honesty, all he wanted for now is some rest and a cup of high grade tea. Everything in his life was already starting to set into place, his home and a stable but dangerous job. All he had to worry about now is Abby, and his budgeting.

“You fucktard! What are you doing?!” he winced as Mike’s booming voice rung in his ears.

“Levi!” Abby soon after followed. He started to wonder why they were talking like he did something wrong.

Then it dawned on him, he spaced out while walking. Abby, Mike and Oriana were no where to be seen, and Sannes was standing in front of him with a confused look. The now dark, and star clad sky behind the target.

“Can I, help you?” Sannes asked, a bit of hesitation evident with his tone.

He was shit with words, since then, he was never good with talking. He knew he would fuck up the first sentence that comes right out of his mouth, and he had no time nor patience to think about it logically. He gave away his most disinterested look and spoke.

“The code” he can already hear Mike’s face palm from his ear piece.

“The what?” his opponent tried to be innocent, and his brows furrowed in annoyance.

“You heard me” he growled. “The code”

“I have no idea what you are talking about” Sannes laughed, but he knew with the man’s tone that he was lying.

“Don’t shit with me. We know your plans for Trost and you are damned” the man smirked with his words. The intel was correct, the culprit had a plan in mind. Even if Sannes did not fire the missiles, he was already framed for stealing the code from the Factory city.

“So I suppose if I have the code, I’d just need to turn it over?” the man shrugged.

“Yes” he replied, although he already expected that there would be a catch. No villain was to succumb without a fight, not even in a fairy tale.

Soon enough, a metal controller was brought out of Sannes’ back pocket, a huge red button laying between the metal pad and the man’s thumb, just a few centimeters away from getting pressed. He knew it, the code would already be transmitted into one accessible object.

“I was going to fire this along with the fire crackers so that all Reeve’s attention would be on his beloved town as it crumbles. But you stealing the show had backfired my plan. At this very moment, the scientists are already probably trying to change the code so I don’t have any time to spare. I’d just have to let him witness a destroyed city the next morning after he comes ‘home’” his teeth gritted at the statement, if he took another step, Sannes would surely press the button without hesitation.

“Levi, distract him for a moment will you, I’m going in” He heard Abby from inside his mind.

“What?!” He reacted in disbelief. “What are you going to do?!” One single mistake, and the fate of the citizens of trost will vanish from their hands. He did not need a clumsy bionic right now, there must be another way.

“Just trust me! It takes two remember?” he sighed, he had to trust her, just like how they did on the dance floor.

“Any last words?” A sinister smile sat on Sannes’ chapped lips, making him cringe. Sure the villain role fitted the man, but his over try to become intimidating when he wasn’t — At least for him — was awful.

Abby emerged from his peripheral vision, sneaking behind Sannes. He silently prayed that she succeed in her plans, as he tried to take his gaze away from her.

“Yes” he replied, just to buy time.

“So what is it?” this, would probably be the dumbest antagonist we would know.

“Damn you little shit” Anger flamed from Sannes’ eyes. Surely, the once noble man could not take any insults.

“Why you-“ he was about to press the button, but Abby slapped it away just on time. She locked her hands on her wrists although she was failing miserably to hold the man due to him harsh movements.

He let his reflexes take over as he grabbed the remote from the ground, immediately putting it inside his pocket for safe keeping. Mike and Oriana had also emerged from one of the pillars behind him, stepping into the action.

“Fuck!” Abby yelped, one that greatly surprised him. She still held unto Sannes for a few good seconds before the taller man thrashed her to the side, whimpering. Although it is essential in work to finish the job first before thinking of yourself and your friends, he found himself rushing to his partner’s side while Mike and Oriana took care of Sannes.

Fury flashed in his eyes as Sannes dropped a steak knife down to the ground after getting pinned down by Mike. A gush of dark fluid rushed out of Abby’s left side, her eyes closed as if she was in pain. Maybe bionics can also feel pain once it reaches a certain intensity.

“Are you okay?” he crouch down beside her, pressing on her side and feeling the warmth.

For one moment, he was sure that he saw red after staring at his ‘blood’ tainted hands, but it suddenly turned blue, as if it was oil or gas. Her cut seemed like it was flesh as well, his confusion, curiosity and shock mixing all together with the mystery.

“Abby-“ he was about to ask her if she can heal, but she had already passed out in his arms, only a rip on her dress leaving the area where she was stabbed. Her skin, already a clean and fixed slate. All the regeneration must have taken its toll on her just as he was tired. They both needed a rest, and good food.

“Levi, lets go” Mike motioned for him to carry Abby, and so he did, despite the girl being ten centimeters taller than him. And for a moment, he wasn’t sure if it was shock, or dismay he saw in Oriana’s eyes, although he did not know why.

[02blessings]

hq!! fic recs

i wanted to show my appreciation to the authors who have given so much to me since i joined the hq!! fandom...so here’s this essay i wrote? all of these are complete and there’s no major warnings!

sunday morning rain is falling by @hweiro (iwaoi, 1.5k, T)

iwaizumi and oikawa are married and enjoying a quiet sunday morning. this is the shortest fic here but i was crying, like, 2 paragraphs into it. i don’t want to spoil why this is the most heartwarming fic EVER because my reaction when i first read it was VERY tearful, so pls pls take my word for it and read this!

ask a stupid question by @darkmagicalgirlwrites (ennofuta, 2k, G)

the new miyagi captains are invited to a tv interview and futakuchi makes it his goal to get ennoshita to laugh on camera. you end up laughing instead. i read every joke in this 3 times to fully appreciate them and the ending has the greatest Suffering Captains™ scene ever (check the comments for some exposition on what the teams were doing while the captains were away ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) it’s not inappropriate i just thought it was a good time to pull out a lenny face).

it’s like the hunger games, but better (seijou gen, 3k, G)

seijou celebrates the end of the school year by facing all the other sports teams in a paintball battle. just...read this fic please. it’s so funny. it’s from kindaichi’s point of view, which was a brilliant decision, and it has the best kunimi i’ve ever read. i literally can’t say anything more because there’s like 5 jokes in every line and i don’t want to spoil it, so pls.....read this. laugh with me

a girl of routine by @delineative (hanayui, 4k, G)

misaki hana works through her feelings about her performance as johzenji’s manager, with some help from michimiya yui. i loved how the importance of managers to their teams was central to the plot. this fic feels relatable and real, and i think it has something to do with how the author writes misaki’s thoughts knowing that every decision she makes is an insight into her character. this fic is so good, i love hana so much, pls read

good evening shuttle bus (tell me where you’re gonna take us) by @owlinaminor (reonkai, 4k, T)

oohira reon and kai nobuyuki strike up a friendship at their first nationals, and it grows into something more over the next three years. this fic is really...quiet. the mood is so soft and calming and it fits oohira and kai so well. i want fanart of the snaps reon sends kai because l m a o, i love tendou. and i love reon. and i love reonkai. there are 4 fics in this ship’s tag. j o i n  u s in this suffering

a bouquet of flours by @guyfierimpreg (i am LOVING the url, matsuhana, 5k, G)

matsukawa and hanamaki raise a sack of flour together. i don’t think i have to say more but i LOVE THIS so i will. the dialogue is sharp and the jokes are so funny without falling into the Matsuhana Meme Trap (removing the characterization from their jokes until it’s just a reference to the latest meme. i think they would have meme preferences, memeferences if you will). the author’s voice is really strong and relatable. think of the greatest series finale of a tv show you’ve ever seen, and the ending to this fic is better than that.

tales from the iron wall: summertime special (dateko gen, 5k, T)

just 5.7k words celebrating aone. we are all dateko #relatable. the plot isn’t fully revealed until a little bit into the fic so i don’t want to spoil it, but let me just say aone laughs in this. that’s all u need to know tbh. god bless nametsu, i hope she’s doing alright 

yellow white red (camellia/gardenia) by @ambivia (iwaoi, 9k, T)

florist! iwaoi! au!!! in which oikawa keeps stopping by iwaizumi and ushijima’s flower store. iwaizumi loves plants and oikawa and i’m LIVING. there’s some florist au trope subversion (i never thought i would type those words in that order) and a scene involving a dog that was hilarious. ushijima is iwa’s best friend but he still has banter with oikawa, and it’s a nice break from characterizations where he’s emotionless. this one is so soft and good, pls read

karma by @dgalerab (bokuaka, 9k, T)

akaashi pulls a muscle in his shoulder so bokuto invites him to his house to do yoga. i laughed so hard reading this, akaashi’s inner monologue is all of us when thinking about bokuto (and not to spoil some of the best parts but akaashi’s inner monologue is sometimes in kuroo’s voice and he has so many regrets, it’s hilarious). there’s a perfect mix of angst (bokuto’s dad passed away, if that’s something you need to know!) and humor, and the tone is so akaashi. there’s a line akaashi says about kenma that i’m getting tattooed on my face, a line from kuroo about certain relationship struggles that i’m getting tattooed on my arm, and the rest of this fic is going on my back. all-around great bokuaka. 

in this same space (stay for a minute) by @hweiro (iwaoi, 23k, T)

cosplayer/doujinka au iwaoi! i knew nothing about half of those words before reading this but the author makes everything really clear and easy to understand. the mutual pining is portrayed so creatively; in fact, the entire fic is well-written and impressively meta. like no joke, there’s at least 3 layers of complexity. 10/10 would recommend

in april by @hiuythn (iwaoi, 28k, T)

iwaizumi watches as oikawa dates other people and can’t figure out why it makes him feel weird. for six years. this fic is so funny that the notes made me laugh. the mutual pining is so good and iwaizumi and oikawa are so soft together. there’s also a hilarious interpretation of what it’s like when people have been assuming you’ve been dating the whole time. shoutout to iwaizumi’s suitemates.

so that’s all for now (she says as she adds a read more cut to her 1k+ word post), if you read any of these and are as affected by them as i was come yell at me about it. i (clearly) have A Lot to say