#supernatural x avengers au

[iamleesi]

THE HUNTERS & THE SOLDIER

Pairing: Avenger! Bucky Barnes x OC! Avenger Reader

Summary: You finally find out who the stranger was and you don’t like it. Nobody does.

Warnings: Starts off with a flashback about Hydra, mention of experiments, implied cannibalism, being kept in isolation, Dean being a complete asshole, missing person, loss of a mother -> +18!!

Other: Sorry for eventual mistakes, my dog demanded cuddles between a paragraph and another. Enjoy!

-> Masterlist

-> Part thirteen ; Part fifteen

-> Angel of the Lord (14)

“Nonie!” You exclaimed excitedly as you rushed out of the facility into the new fenced yard outside. It was Hydra’s idea to create this area for the youngest members of the organization, though little did you know it was just to attract pureblood Wendigos.

By that time, you had created some kind of bond with Nonie even though it was difficult to understand if she truly liked you. Most of the time, she acted as if you didn’t exist, but on rare occasions - really rare occasions - she agreed to play with you, indulging in the same simple games you observed other kids playing. Other than her, you never attempted to interact with anyone else considering she was the sanest person you’d encountered aside from the agents which illustrated the mental state of the other people in there.

“It’s been a while! I see you’re less pale than before; that’s good!”

Nonie had been taken away from your shared room a few weeks ago, and since then, you hadn’t heard a thing about her. Not even Ezra was allowed to tell you anything related to her, which made you sad. However, you trusted those in charge and you were convinced she was okay. She had to be, she was your only friend.

“But Nonie, you’re losing some hair. Maybe I could ask Mrs White if she can fix that?” You suggested, gently moving a lock of black hair out of her face. You flinched at what you saw - her blue eyes were red, and despite appearing less pale, her veins were visible… and they were pitch black.

“I’m going to call Mrs White. I’m sure she knows what to do.” You said, but before you could fully rise to your feet, Nonie grabbed your arm with enough force to leave a mark. Meeting her eyes, you saw her shaking her head.

“But you’re-” You were cut off as she pulled you back down to your knees, releasing your wrist as she started to stare back into the woods behind the electric fence.

You weren’t sure why she prevented you from seeking help, but as you grew older and learned the truth about Hydra, it became clear. Nonie had been used as yet another subject for the Wendigo Project, and she was fully aware of it. Help wasn’t necessary because she would inevitably turn into one of those monsters and there was nothing you could do about it.

At that age, you were aware of the consequences. Initially, you tried to remain optimistic, convincing yourself that she would be immune like you. You couldn’t be the only special one, right? But you were wrong.

Terribly wrong.

You watched as she transformed in a matter of days, becoming increasingly aggressive towards the guards and she was always anything but aggressive. What struck you as odd was the fact that she never displayed that type of behavior towards you or whenever you were around. For briefs moments, it was like she was the same old Nonie.

That left you with several questions, and you weren’t alone - Mrs White became curious too. It seemed like Nonie listened to you, as she started following you around as if she was becoming protective of you which was completely out of character for her. It was then that Mrs White realized you could control those creatures, confirming her suspicion.

You couldn’t sleep at night because of it. Things weren’t supposed to turn out that way; Nonie wasn’t a bad person. Mrs White had told you that only bad people were used as subject for the Project, and she wasn’t. She couldn’t even talk, for God’s sake.

Nonie soon became unrecognizable and you started to question Hydra’s credibility for the first time. Could they be lying? Why would they harm an innocent person, your only friend, when the outside world was filled with genuinely bad people? You couldn’t deny that her new twisted form brought tears into your eyes, it would be a lie if you said otherwise. That wasn’t fair. Not to her.

But the more you pressed Mrs White about why they did it, the more she grew angry with you. She was never angry with you before, never lost her patience at your questions. And so you stopped asking.

Eventually, one day, you went against everything you believed in: Hydra.

Mrs White had personally assigned you a mission. You couldn’t recall the exact details of it because your memories of that time became a blur for some reason, but you remember that Nonie had to accompany you. Perhaps it was to test your control over her, but that wasn’t important.

What mattered was that you refused to complete the mission.

You didn’t understand what had come over you, but that day, as you walked with her and two Hydra agents… you set her free. You went against Hydra’s rules, and commanded her to just go as far as she could. You didn’t quite comprehend how you could do it, and you still don’t, but you were glad.

She left, not before taking the agents with her. At the time, you didn’t care; you didn’t feel guilty. That was the last time you ever saw her.

When you returned to the facility alone and empty-handed, they were livid. You had never seen them angrier, especially when you bluntly admitted to letting her go. For that, you were thrown into the punishment cell for a week straight: no bed, no heat, no window and no light. You were instructed to stay there and reflect on your mistakes, but even after the week of isolation passed you didn’t regret that decision.

It was Mrs White who eventually came to release you, wearing her usual red lipstick and a seemingly genuine smile as if she hadn’t been the one to lock you up in the first place. She then brought you to her office and made you watch a video.

You immediately recognized Nonie. It was from before Hydra took her, she looked healthier but she was still inevitably recognizable. In the video she was protesting against Hydra wearing a Captain America shirt.

“What does this mean?” You asked her once the video ended.

“Your friend was a terrorist.” She stated harshly. “She was against what we believe in. She wasn’t as innocent as you made her out to be. When we took her in, all we wanted was to reform her, to make her see things from the right point of view. She refused. She didn’t obey, nor did she show any signs of redemption. So we had to cut her tongue.”

At that revelation, you were left speechless.

“We put her in the same room with you hoping you’d be able to change her mind, but she never did. She never understood how much we’re doing to make the world a better place. She wasn’t happy about contributing to it - so we had to sacrifice her. We can’t help those who don’t want to be helped. We had to make her understand, we had to make her obey.”

“So you used my blood to turn her into… that?”

“We did. And you let her go.” Mrs White stared down at you with those cold, blue eyes, making you feel small. As if you made the worst mistake of your life.

Of course you had done something foolish. Hydra would never lie to you. They had their reasons for anything they did, and you had dared to question them. You had never felt more guilty.

“I’m so, so sorry Mrs White.” You apologized. “How can I make it up to you? To all of us?”

“I need you to find someone for me before it’s too late.” She grinned malevolently, but you interpreted it as a kind smile - you could have never known. “Can you do it for me?”

“I can do anything.”

* * * *

The sound of gentle knocks on the wooden door pulled you out of your thoughts, something you had wished had happened sooner since you’d been thinking about nothing but Nonie and your time in Hydra ever since you explained the whole situation to Natasha. You had told her everything you knew and suspected, along with the truth about who you were - and she was shocked, to say the least.

And rightfully so. She had come to help with the mission without informing anyone on the team because her fiancée was missing and she couldn’t stay there without doing nothing about it, only to hear stories about Wendigos and hunters; not exactly what anyone would expect, especially someone as skeptical as Natasha.

She thought you were under some substances for a moment, but eventually you managed to convince her.

“Sorry to disturb you, how are you doing?” Cassandra’s voice broke the silence as she observed you from the doorway.

“I should be the one asking that.” You replied with a dry chuckle. You were sitting on your bed, rummaging through a drawer in search of something quite specific that you wanted to ask her about. “Come over here for a second.”

She approached, and sat next to you with a small frown of confusion on her face. She watched as you pulled out a stack of papers, the very same ones you had found days ago in her house. You gave up trying to understand what she wrote on it a long time ago, but you had been thinking about asking her about it ever since you found out she was alive.

“Where did you find these?” Cassandra’s expression shifted to one of surprise, as she took the papers from your hands.

“I kind of… broke into your house a few nights ago and found these on the floor of your bedroom. Thought it was something important.” You explained, carefully watching her reaction. “I couldn’t read a single word, though.”

“Yeah, well… I’m a doctor.” She joked, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s stuff from University. I don’t know how this got on the floor. It’s nothing important, though, just some things I wrote down in a hurry.” She shrugged it off, tearing the papers apart and handing you back the pieces.

“Oh.” You said, looking at it. “Okay, stupid of me to think it meant something, but I wanted to be sure.”

“We should go downstairs or I’m afraid Natasha will kill Bucky soon enough. After what happened last night she has been lecturing him. It’s quite funny to see the bad, big Super Soldier with a pout as she yells at him.” Cassandra rose from the bed and rushed towards the door. “Come on?”

“Coming.” You said with a small smile, leaving the papers on your bed, mentally noting to throw them away later.

You followed Cassandra downstairs, where the scene unfolding was quite ironic in your eyes. Bucky sat in the corner of the couch, looking like a scolded child, while Natasha glared at him from the armchair; both seemed ready to jump at each other’s throat.

On one side stood a Window who didn’t let any mistake slip lightly; for her, Bucky’s flirting with someone outside the team was a mission-threatening error. On the other side stood a Soldier with his own ideas on how to handle things, both hot-headed individuals with a shared past.

Catastrophic, one would say.

But Natasha’s anger made sense to you, especially given the fact that the woman she was supposed to marry soon had been kidnapped, and Bucky had been getting cozy with another woman instead of focusing on the task at hand. So, you didn’t blame her.

Bucky’s eyes met yours the moment you entered the living room, and he shifted uncomfortably likely aware that if Natasha was angry, you were even more furious. He’d be too after the things he said to you and how he acted the previous night, but what was done was done.

“Where are Sam and Dean?” You asked once you reached the two of them, directing your gaze at Natasha even knowing that Bucky was the one with the answer since the redhead didn’t know the brothers personally yet.

“The Impala is parked outside.” Bucky responded before Natasha could speak. “I was just going to drag their asses here before someone decided to scold me.” He sent a glare to Natasha.

“Good.” You answered without any warmth in your voice, striding towards the door with quick steps.

You didn’t forget the words that the stranger told you the previous night about Dean, and about who you could and couldn’t trust. And you hated to admit that perhaps you had been thinking about the rest of the things he said more than you’d like to admit. For some reason, you didn’t tell anyone about your encounter, and you didn’t know why.

Stepping out of the house you crossed the lawn toward the Winchester’s place, knocking firmly on the door and waiting for a response. You didn’t even spare a thought for Sam’s role in all of this; lately, Dean had been the one acting strangely and the one the man in black mentioned the day before.

Not to talk about Bucky’s words from the other night at Mrs Thompson’s house, about Dean knowing more things about you than he let on. Your mind had been full of doubts ever since, and it was time to get some answers.

“Yes?” A man that you had never seen before asked as he opened the door, dressed in a long beige coat over a suit.

“Move.” You said curtly, brushing past him, but what greeted you inside the house made you stop dead in your tracks. You knew they were weird, but holy shit.

As you stood inside, you took your time admiring the view; it wasn’t the strangest thing you’ve ever seen, actually it was quite the style you had pictured for them. There were symbols all over the walls, along with some crosses scattered around. The windowsills had salt on them, but the thing that got you was the huge star with a circle around in painted on the floor.

“I think you got the wrong house.” The man from moments ago stated, his voice tinged with suspicion.

You turned to face him, finding his gaze narrowed, but before you could respond, a sudden wave of pain hit you straight to the head, causing you to instinctively press a hand to your temple. “Holy shit, not again.” You muttered through gritted teeth.

“The shit is not holy.” The man replied with a serious tone almost as if he got offended, and you managed to shoot him a deadpan glare before the nosebleed started.

“Castiel, what-“ Dean arrived into the room, his concern quite evident as he rushed to your side after seeing your state. It was due to the symbols on the wall that you felt that sick, like it happened at Malcom’s house a few nights ago. Not that you knew because no one had the decency to tell you.

Dean wasted no time dragging you out of the house under Castiel’s watchful eyes following your every movement. As if nothing had happened, once you were outside the pain stopped and your view stopped being a blur, Dean’s hand firmly on your shoulder as if to steady you.

“How about next time you just call me, uh?” He said with a small smile, though he could sense you weren’t in the mood for humour. 

“How about you stop being a dick and tell me what the fuck is going on?” You shot back.

“Listen, I’m sorry if haven’t been the greatest teammate in the world, but I had my reasons.” Dean explained, his hand sliding onto your arm as he searched your eyes. “And believe it or not, I did it for you.”

You took a deep breath, his words confused you as you didn’t think it made a sense. “You left Cassie locked in a room because of me? Do you think I’m an idiot?!”

“No!” He quickly said. “That time I had some other things to think about, but I promise I had good reasons.” Dean attempted to defend himself, a hint of his signature smile on his face as he raised his thumps up.

“… Care to explain? Because right now, I kind of want to punch you in the face.” You said, your tone sharp. “And who’s this guy? I feel like he’s digging a hole in my skull with the way he’s staring at me.” You added, pointing behind your shoulder at the man who looked rather constipated.

“Cas, this is Emma.” Dean introduced, gesturing towards you. “Emma, meet Castiel.”

“Castiel? As in the angel you told me about?” You raised an eyebrow, turning to look at the man.

“In the flesh. Kind of.” Dean confirmed with a nod.

“Why did you involve an angel in this mess?” You asked Dean, before turning back towards the angel. “Can’t you go tell God to snap his pretty little fingers for once in his life and solve this shit himself? His sabbatical year is lasting forever.”

“He isn’t home.” Castiel answered calmly. “And he would not help you. I know what you are, you weren’t in his plans.”

“Castiel.” Dean warned sharply, making you furrow your eyebrows.

“What’s going on?” Your eyes shiftet between the man and the angel, as they stared at each other. The tension between the two of them was almost intimate, you had to admit.

But back to the point.

“Nothing’s going on.” Dean dismissed your question quickly, grabbing your arm to pull you closer to his side. “And you, I told you to stay out of it.” He pointed at the angel.

You snatched your arm from his grip, getting between them. “Why did you agree on this case, Dean?” You asked, repeating the same thing the stranger had told you to ask him the previous night. You had been thinking about that specific question ever since the words left the stranger’s mouth, and by the look of it it you made the right decision.

Dean’s expression totally changed to one of anger, as he gritted his teeth. “Why are you asking that?” He said, his voice lower than you ever heard him do. He suspected why you asked that, and the thought upset him because he had tried to not bring that man to you in vain it seemed.

“Answer me.” You stood your ground.

“I told you he’d go to her. Threatening him isn’t the way of getting rid of him, and you knew it.” Castiel spoke, his voice measured but firm. The man in front of him shook his head as he ran a hand over his face in frustration.

“What did he say to you?” Dean demanded, forcefully making you look at him. He put both of his hands on your arms while you looked at him as if he was crazy, because let’s be honest he seemed fucking possessed. His eyes bore into yours with a ferocity that made him seem like a different person entirely.

“Nothing.” You replied, bewildered by his sudden behavior.

“Don’t lie to me, this is important, Emma. What did he say to you?!” He repeated, his grip tightening.

You stared back at him, trying to understand what had caused this drastic change in less that one second. Up until now, you’d known Dean to be the fun, occasionally harsh guy (only towards poor Sam). This, however, was something else entirely. You had to remind yourself that you didn’t really know him, and this might be the real Dean.

“Nothing!” You spat again, yanking your arms free from his grasp. “I don’t know what the hell is going on with you, Dean, but if you don’t fucking talk right now I will get my answers somewhere else.” You threatened, referring to the man in black you met the previous night. That man manifested out of the blue and he already managed to compromise things, that didn’t look promising.

“Hey!” Bucky’s voice cut through the tension, but it did nothing to break the staring contest between you and Dean. “You put your hands on her again and I’ll kill you.���

Dean finally tore his gaze from you to glance at Bucky, his expression still dark. He took a few steps back away from you, but he didn’t seem threatened by the Soldier’s words. “Keep your girlfriend away from trouble.” He muttered, walking over to your house.

“Are you okay?” He approached you.

“Now you care.” You huffed, as you walked past him following Dean without a word.

Bucky scoffed, and before he could join the two of you his eyes landed on the unknown figure standing awkwardly on the crosswalk. “You are…?”

“Castiel, I’m an Angel of the Lord.” He waved.

“An Angel of the L- nah, I’m too old for this.”

Back inside the house, the tension between you and Dean could be cut with a knife, evident even to Nat and Cassie who exchanged confused glances. Dean stormed over to his usual armchair, dropping into it with a heavy sigh, while you took a seat beside Natasha.

Natasha’s eyes darted between you and Dean, sensing the strain even if she didn’t know the guy. But she knew you, and she knew that the was you were biting your nails to the quick only meant you weren’t exactly relaxed. “Is that the hunter you told me about?” She asked quietly.

“One of the two.” You replied matching her tone. “Where’s Sam?” You asked Dean. He raised his green eyes from his phone, his expression as stern as before.

“At William’s house, he should be back soon.” He answered. His gaze shiftet to Natasha, his eyebrows shot up in surprise and a grin spread across his face. “Hello there.”

“Lunatic.” You mumbled under your breath.

Once Castiel and Bucky entered the house with Bucky looking rather confused, he took the empty spot on the couch beside you.

“Let’s get down to business.” Dean smacked his hand together and Cassandra straightened her posture, understanding that it was finally her turn to speak. “The patient you were treating at the hospital, tell us all you know.”

Cassandra took a deep breath before answering. “I don’t know who the guy was.” She started. “But I already knew at the time what my father did to people, and the malformations he had weren’t normal, so I immediately understood what was going on. I didn’t want any other person to find out so I demanded to treat the guy on my own, he was alive for about a week before he passed. He wasn’t able to tell me anything, he was more in a vegetative state.”

“Why did Malcom have his body in that sort of basement in the shed at his house?” Bucky inquired.

At Malcom’s name she rightfully flinched. But the reason she was so stiff, you figured, wasn’t entirely associated with the fact that she was being questioned. She wasn’t comfortable with Dean in the room, nor with Bucky or Castiel. But she had to speak, or else you’d get stuck in fucking Nebraska forever and she wouldn’t go back to her old life.

“Malcom was a part of Hydra. Not really an agent, he was too goddamn stupid for that, but he was hired to kidnap people for them. I don’t know why he stole the body from the cemetery since, as I said, the man was dead already. He was quite disturbed in case you didn’t notice.” She shrugged, avoiding anyone’s gaze.

“Where were you kept all this time?” You asked.

She cleared her throat. “They sedated me before locking me up in the facility, so I have no idea how far it was from here but I’m sure it was in the city. Malcom brought me there and he was also the one that freed me. I don’t know why he did that in the first place, but…” She trailed off. “Nothing he did really made sense.”

“We found some videos on his laptop. He was kidnapping women before he took you, and none of those women were sent to Hydra - apparently they’re all buried in his backyard and he used them to… practice on how to be good to you. But why did he brought you there only for saving you in the end? If saving is even the correct word to use.” Dean asked, firmly studying her expressions. He didn’t seem any calmer than before, as you could still feel the very much present tension in the air, but at least he wasn’t taking it out on her.

“I believe it isn’t.” Castiel shook his head. You wondered why this guy was even involved since he wasn’t really helping out - you didn’t know what angels were capable of, but fuck he had to have a role in this. He just was standing in the corner of the room, on Dean’s right, occasionally glaring at you.

Cassandra frowned at the angel’s word, not having a clue on who he was. Poor woman saw people walk in and out without an idea of what they were doing there, but she didn’t complain. “It’s not, even though I wasn’t really a prisoner in his house. He didn’t keep me locked in a room or anything, I was free to walk around the property freely… but that was just another kind of prison because he always watched me. I don’t know why he brought me back, though. I just know my father gave the order, imagine my shock when I found out those two knew each other. I’m sorry, that’s all I know.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” You reassured her.

“What did they do to you at the facility?” Bucky bluntly asked.

Cassie cleared her throat before she spoke. “I was kept in a cell at first, with other people. Then they moved me into another place who wasn’t any better than that hole due to my father’s orders.” You saw her eyes water, before continuing. “He made me watch the experiments they did, saying I had to stop crying about it and accept that it would be my duty to take his place after he retired. He said it was my fault for finding out what he was doing, and that I had to take my responsibilities.”

You had an idea or two on what watching that monstrosity did to your mental health. Watching people either die or suffer atrociously wasn’t a walk in the part for you when you were a kid even if you were used to it, let alone a woman who was catapulted in that hell from a day to another.

“Where’s Sawyer now, Cassandra?” Natasha asked, her voice firm yet soft. She wasn’t oblivious to what Hydra did either, of course.

Tears begun to fall from the blonde’s eyes, and she attempted her best to dry her cheeks. “I didn’t mean it.” She said, her voice not louder than a shaky breath.

You exchanged a frowning glance with Nat, and as you were about to ask what she meant by that, Dean beat you to it.

“You didn’t mean what?”

“We had a fight.” She started. “The day before Malcom kidnapped me again, we had a fight. I kept refusing to see his point of view on things, I told him I didn’t want to join Hydra and the horrific things they did… he… he tried to force me to inject that liquid in someone but instead… instead I injected him.” By the time she finished, she was straight up sobbing.

“The Wendigo in Mrs Miller’s house.” Dean realized.

“What?” Cassandra said, looking at you pleadingly. “No, no, you- there was a Wendigo in my mom’s house?” She started to panic straight away, putting two and two together. It made sense that the creature was Sawyer considering that he wasn’t a Hydra prisoner and he could get back home whenever he wanted.

“Cassie.”

“Tell me my mom is fine.” She looked at each person in the room, but neither of you had the guts to look back at her. How could you tell a daughter that her mother had probably been mauled by a monster, monster that could have been her own father that she helped transform.

“She is.” Castiel, who you swore had disappeared a few minutes ago, spoke calmly as usual. “She is on her piece of heaven right now, I made sure myself. But I am sorry for your loss.”

That was supposed to give her some closure with time, you believed, but in the meantime the girl completely broke down. You got up the couch to go in the kitchen, thinking that maybe she could use a glass of water. Sure, it wasn’t the kind of comfort she needed but it was all you could give her then, if there was even something right to say in that situation. Nothing would give her back her mother.

With a full glass of cold water you were ready to go back in the living room, but as you turned around you were startled by a tall figure who got behind you without you even noticing.

“I’m sorry for yesterday.” Bucky immediately said before you could leave. “I had good reasons, I promise.”

“I’m sure you had.” You replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “But now it’s not the time.” You tried to walk past him but his hand found your belly, and he stopped you on your tracks.

“Listen, I truly am sorry for how I acted but can you please, just for once, let me explain instead of giving me the cold shoulder for the whole day?” He said.

“You’re a master in cold… shouldering.” You huffed. “So don’t get pissed at me about it.”

Bucky’s eyes softened, and he took a step closer, lowering his voice. “I know, and you’re right to be angry. But please just hear me out one second.”

You paused, contemplating whether to shove him off and go back to Cassie or actually hearing what he had to say. But to be honest, you didn’t quite like the atmosphere between you two, so you nodded. “Make it quick.”

“First of all, it’s true I stormed out because of what Cassandra said. I cooled off immediately, and I was about to head back home when I realized I was closer to Mrs Miller’s house. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to go take a look, right?”

You raised an eyebrow at his words, still skeptical. Sam and Dean hadn’t found anything related to the case after the Wendigo escaped and, as far as you understood, the house was just a bloody mess. “What did you find?”

“The remnants of a spiritual ritual.” Bucky said. “I’ve done my homework on what Sam and Dean do, I even asked them directly and they explained how they usually did that… I’m sure it was a ritual. I think they summoned some sort of spirit in that house, but I can’t understand why. What’s really odd is that they didn’t mention any of this to us.”

You narrowed your eyes, processing what he said. This did nothing to put down the doubts you’ve been having on the brothers and why they kept on hiding things from the both of you. “And… how did you end up with Dalia?”

He sighed. “I met her on the way home. I didn’t mean for things to go that far, but she mentioned how she used to be Cassandra’s old friend and I took the opportunity. I even got Mrs Wright’s address and I had to play the cheating husband to have it, I apologize again for that but I promise I didn’t mean to be an asshole.”

“You had to sleep with her to get an address?”

“Sleep with her?” He sounded somewhat offended. “I told you I can keep it in my pants, Emma, I didn’t sleep with anyone. I just made her believe I would.”

“Oh.” You said. “When you put it like it kinda has sense.”

“We good?” Bucky asked, his eyes searching yours.

“Maybe next time don’t make me look like an idiot and text me what the plan is.” You replied with a hint of frustration in your voice. “I thought something bad had happened to you.”

“Fair enough.” He said. “You know, you’re cute when you’re angry.”

“Huh… guys?” Natasha interrupted, her face turning into a frown once she saw how close you were to Bucky. Under her gaze, you felt the need to put as much distance as you could between the two of you.

“Yes?”

“What?”

“Sam is back, he doesn’t have good news.” She said, gesturing for both of you to follow her back inside the living room.

Dean was the first person you saw once you walked in, and he had two fingers pressed on the bridge of his nose, seeming more frustrated than before. Cassie was still crying, and you doubted she would stop anytime soon. You walked over to her, handing her the glass of water - she thanked you with the tiniest smile for that.

“Sam?” Bucky called him. “What happened?”

“William is gone.” Sam broke the news. “I brought him back his brother’s phone since we had no use of it as everything on it was deleted and we said our goodbyes. I realized I forgot the fake badge inside and I came back to take it, but he was gone. Vanished in less than ten minutes.”

“And you did’t see anyone around?” You asked.

“No. No one broke in or out, there were no screams or anything. He just… disappeared.” Sam explained.

“Why the long faces?” A sudden voice made you all look up. In the corner of the room stood the man in black that had occupied your mind for longer that it should have in these hours. That smirk still very much present on his face. “Hello, boys.” He waved casually at the brothers.

“Crowley.” Castiel mumbled, sensing that something bad was probably going to happen.

Sam immediately reached for a strange knife with odd incisions on it that you had seen before, positioning himself defensively in front of you. The action left you speechless for a moment - first, Dean attacked you for the simple thought that you had met that man, now Sam tried to protect you for the same reason? It was as clear as a day that those three knew each other, and there was obviously some unresolved issues.

“Sammy.” The man, Crowley, said with irony as he rolled his eyes. With a casual flick of his wrist, the younger Winchester was hurled across the room, crashing into the wall. “I didn’t come here to fight, but you always want to kill me. Behave for a second.”

“You’re not welcome here.” Castiel spoke, his tone firm and unwavering.

“Castiel, you’re breaking my heart. But if I’m not mistaken, you were the ones who called me, weren’t you?” He pointed at the brothers and the angel, a sly smile playing on his lips. “And look who we have here, the Winter Soldier and the Black Widow. Quite the team, you are. Down there we used to root for you when you used to be interesting and killed people for a living.”

“What are you doing here?” Dean asked, his voice lacked of any patience.

“We had a deal.” The man shot back. “I gave you my help, and I got a bunch of flies in return. That’s not how it works.” His eyes then fell on you, and Bucky instinctively moved closer to your side. “I can’t believe you’re still waisting time with these losers.”

“Do you know him?” Bucky asked, his eyes firm on the problem in the room.

“No.” You replied confused. “I mean, he was the one that told me where to find you last night and that’s it.”

“My dear, you wound me.” He said, making the theatrical gesture of stabbing himself in the heart. “I believe I said much more than where to find him, didn’t I? I made you an offer.”

“What is he talking about?” Natasha shot a glare in your direction, as she stayed close to Cassie who didn’t even had the time to process the news of the death of her mother that an intruder magically appeared inside the living room. “Emma?”

You swallowed hard, having everyone’s eyes on you. “He knows things about my past. And he isn’t even bluffing if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Of course he’s bluffing. He lies, Emma. That’s what he does.” Sam said, still with the knife in his hand but keeping his distance that time. “Now leave, we’ll pay you back with something else for your help later, after we solve the case.”

“Nah, don’t bother yourself.” He shrugged. “And I don’t lie, first of all. That’s quite offensive, don’t you think?” He raised a brow. “If anything, I have the bad habit of omitting important details.” Crowley defended himself, his voice smooth and confident. “Why don’t you tell her what you’ve been hiding, Dean? See if things can finally get interesting in this miserable story.” He challenged, taking a few steps closer to Dean.

“Dean?” You looked at him.

His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing at the intruder. “I haven’t lied about anything.” He shot back, his voice full of irritation. But you had a feeling he wasn’t really telling the truth.

“Is that so?” The man said, shaking his head. “Funny, really, because I seem to recall a few little details you conveniently left out. Why don’t we start with the fact that you were sent here to kill her?”

Your head snapped so fast in Dean’s direction that you almost felt the bone break. For a moment you thought that you must have misheard him, because - come on, kill you? He didn’t have a reason to do that. But as you looked around at the silent people in the room, you saw that almost everyone shared your bewildered expression.

Everyone, except Sam and Castiel. They had been knowing all along, it was evident.

Your hand, for reasons you didn’t have time to process, sought some sort of physical contact with Bucky who was right by your side.

Dean’s expression hardened, but he remained silent. He didn’t try to save his ass with lame excuses or real explanation, which was the least he could do. His silence spoke volumes, confirming what the stranger had just said - killing you was what Dean Winchester was sent to do.

“Who ordered you to kill me?” You asked, managing to keep your voice steady and firm even though, inside, you didn’t even know what you were feeling.

Dean hesitated before giving you an answer. “Fury.”

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Buzzfeed Unsolved x MCU: The Battle of New York

summary: Shane and Ryan do a Supernatural Unsolved episode on the Battle of New York

rating: PG-13 for language

warnings: none really? language

word count: ~1.6k

a/n: I wrote a fic like this years ago, but unfortunately I deleted that tumblr account back in 2019 and I literally cannot find any record of my post anymore. I couldn’t even find the original copy anywhere on my computer. hope y’all enjoy it! extra info found on the MCU fandom wiki.

Ryan: This week on Buzzfeed Unsolved, we’re covering the Battle of New York, an event that destroyed half of Manhattan in a single afternoon and opened the world’s eyes to the existence of extraterrestrial life. Bet you feel pretty fuckin’ stupid now, huh Shane?

Shane: Now, look here, I am pretty fuckin’ stupid, but I have never said that I don’t believe in aliens.

Ryan: You say it literally every time we do an episode on aliens.

Shane: No, I’ve said that I don’t believe aliens have ever interacted with humans before.

Ryan: All I’m hearing are excuses.

Shane: Who’s pretty fuckin’ stupid now?

Ryan: Still you.

Shane: Damn, when you���re right you’re right.

Ryan: Can I get into the case now?

Shane: Go ahead, open your file with a single piece of paper in it and tell us all about it.

Ryan: Let’s get into it.

On May 1st, 2012, in a secret, underground facility in the middle of the Mojave, experiments were being performed on an object called “the Tesseract.” The scientists performing the experiment were employed by the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, otherwise known as “S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Shane: Wait a second, say that name again?

Ryan: S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Shane: No no no, the acronym.

Ryan: Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.

Shane: (wheeze) That’s the stupidest name I’ve ever heard.

Ryan: Yeah, it does seem like they’re trying too hard.

Shane: Someone really wanted their organization to spell out “SHIELD.” What a bunch of nerds.

Ryan: The Tesseract had been used during World War II by Nazi scientists Johann Schmidt and Arnim Zola to create energy weapons that were capable of completely pulverizing its targets. It was briefly lost when Captain Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America, hijacked a German bomber called the Valkyrie that was on course to destroy multiple major cities across the United States. He was unable to change course, so instead he attempted to fly the Valkyrie into the ocean and ended up landing in an ice field in Greenland. The Tesseract was found by Howard Stark not long after, although Captain Rogers and the Valkyrie were not found until about 70 years later.

The Tesseract changed owners several times, but by 2012 it was in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s possession during Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S., which was an acronym for “Potential Energy Group - Alternate Sources - United States.”

Shane: Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.

Ryan: (wheeze)

Shane: Fuckin’ tryhards. 

Ryan: On May 1, 2012, there was an incident involving the Tesseract. The facility was breached by Loki Laufeyson, an alien born on Uranus and raised on Saturn. Thanks to Natasha Romanoff leaking all of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s data in 2014, all security footage from that night is available to the public. While they were experimenting on the Tesseract, it opened a portal through which Loki was able to come to Earth. He attacked and killed several agents using a staff that looked to be powered by something similar to the Tesseract. He used the same staff to subdue several agents and scientists through mind control. He even used it on Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye: an actual Avenger!

Shane: Now hold up, mind control? On an Avenger? No way.

Ryan: I’m just telling you the facts.

Shane: There is no way an Avenger just let him waltz up and take control of his mind!

Ryan: Well actually, Loki is so powerful that he shows up in Norse mythology as a god, so really an Avenger got mind controlled by a god.

Shane: But we know he’s not a god now, he’s just an alien.

Ryan: The footage doesn’t lie!

Shane: This is bullshit.

Ryan: One of the side effects of this kind of mind control is that it turns the victim’s eyes bright blue, and according to footage we have from this event and images of Loki later on, his eyes are significantly bluer during the battle and the events leading up to it, so-

Shane: Ohhhhh, so he could have been mind-controlled, too!

Ryan: Yeah, exactly.

Shane: That tickles me very much!

Ryan: Ew, I… I didn’t like that.

Shane: That is very tickling indeed!

Ryan: This is a weird turn of phrase, even for you.

Shane: I will say, it makes the whole “mind controlling an Avenger” thing way more believable.

Ryan: Loki successfully stole the Tesseract, and the entire facility collapsed on itself, apparently due to the sheer power of the portal they had opened. Footage shows Loki using his staff to shoot oncoming S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and completely pulverizing them. He even shot down a helicopter!

S.H.I.E.L.D. used this as an opportunity to reactivate the Avengers Initiative, a project focused on bringing together people of special abilities to protect the Earth. The Avengers at the time were made up of Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, Captain America, Bruce Banner, also known as the Hulk, Thor, another alien from Saturn who is seen in Norse mythology as the “god of thunder,” Agent Natasha Romanoff, also known as the Black Widow, and Hawkeye.

Shane: I thought Hawkeye got mind controlled?

Ryan: Well they got him back before the battle.

Shane: Do we know how?

Ryan: According to Agent Romanoff, she hit him really hard in the head and he was fine.

Shane: (wheeze) Is that really what she said?

Ryan: Yeah, they were fighting on one of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s helicarriers and she slammed his head against a railing and then knocked him out for good measure.

Shane: What a badass!

Ryan: Oh yeah, the Black Widow is definitely one of the most underrated heroes in history.

Loki spent a brief time in captivity on S.H.I.E.L.D.’s helicarrier, but was rescued by some of his mind-controlled goons who launched a fairly severe attack on the aircraft. Thor and the Hulk fell off the carrier, and several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were killed, including a high-ranking agent named Phil Coulson.

On May 4th, famous astrophysicist Erik Selvig (who was also under mind control) was caught building a portal using the Tesseract on top of Stark Tower in downtown Manhattan. After some failed negotiation between Tony Stark and Loki inside the tower, the portal was opened and an alien army known as the Chitauri was released on New York. The Chitauri are a sentient species of cybernetically enhanced beings that operate under a hive mind intelligence. They use another species called Leviathans for troop transport and combat, which are extremely augmented using armor, anti-gravity devices, and even laser cannons. 

The battle itself lasted two to three hours. Most of Manhattan was destroyed, and the World Security Council actually authorized the release of a nuclear missile to try and end the battle. As the missile headed for New York, Tony Stark intercepted it and redirected it into the portal. The missile hit the Chitauri Command Center, destroying the hive mind and deactivating every single soldier left fighting. Stark’s suit lost power as he let the nuke go, and he fell back to Earth through the portal just as Agent Romanoff closed the portal using Loki’s staff. As he was falling, reports say that he was caught in mid-air by the Hulk and brought safely back to ground level.

Shane: How the hell is New York still standing after that?

Ryan: Well, S.H.I.E.L.D. had a subsidiary team called “Damage Control,” and after the battle it was transferred to the federal government and is now the U.S. Department of Damage Control.

Shane: What, they couldn’t come up with a fun acronym for that?

Ryan: I guess not, whoever was coming up with cool names was off that day.

Shane: Damn, right when they needed him the most.

Ryan: Honestly, that’s the real tragedy of this whole story.

Shane: So is that the whole case?

Ryan: That’s pretty much it.

Shane: I remember where I was when I saw this on TV, actually.

Ryan: Oh yeah?

Shane: Yeah, I was watching TV at home and flippin’ through the channels and when I flipped on the news I thought I was watching a shitty alien movie.

Ryan: (wheeze) You didn’t realize this was a real thing that happened?

Shane: No, not until I saw it on Twitter like an hour after it happened.

Ryan: Oh my God, dude! You really are fuckin’ stupid.

Shane: I never said I wasn’t.

Ryan: Even though we now know the facts of the Battle of New York, a lot of questions remain unanswered. If Loki was being controlled, who was controlling him?  Where are he and Thor now? Does this open the door for future alien attacks, or alien alliances? What else is out there? As of this episode being filmed in April of 2015, we’re still waiting to see what the Avengers do next, but until then, all of these questions remain… UNSOLVED.

So who’s your favorite Avenger, Shane?

Shane: Hmm, that’s a toughie.

Ryan: Mine is Captain America, no contest.

Shane: Oh yeah?

Ryan: Hell yeah, dude. Killing Nazis and fighting aliens and surviving 70 years in ice? That’s badass.

Shane: So… no cap?

Ryan: *disappointed silence*

Shane: Get it, because- 

Ryan: No I got the joke.

Shane: Well, you’re not laughing, so I thought-

Ryan: Well it wasn’t funny.

Shane: Goodness, Ryan, you don’t have to hurt my feelings like that.

Ryan: I love hurting your feelings, actually.

Shane: Hm. This is awkward, then.

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please lmk if I should write more of these, I had a lot of fun with this one and I haven’t written stuff like this in like 5 years so I feel a little rusty lol. hope you enjoyed and if anyone wants to give me suggestions on more stuff to write please do!

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i’m a sucker for canon divergence and fix-it fics so of course the majority of what i write will be that 🙄

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illicit affairs

chapter two

biker!bucky barnes x stark!reader (turf war au)

maybe the avengers weren't so bad after all

chapter three | series masterlist

warnings: violence, language, small age gap (6~ years), angst, arguing, drinking, overall crime and gang stuff, sort of enemies to lovers

Despite your unwavering protest, Rhodey had called up Quill and the rest of The Guardians. The plan was that tonight, they were going to go to The Avengers' usual hangout at a restaurant-bar called The Grove, wait out back for them to leave, and beat them shitless.

The Guardians had a reputation of being brutal. It was their style, their go-to that made them as popular and feared as they were. You knew there was no way you could just call up Peter Quill and say, "Hey, man. Any way you could, I don't know, maybe don't?"

So, this was your plan; you would go to their dinner with them, warn them, and try and convince Quill the deal was off, but they could keep the money. It seemed like a good plan at the time.

Standing outside The Grove, you felt insanely uneasy and unsure of this all. There was still some time to head back to your apartment. Deep down, you knew Quill and his gang were going to really fuck up The Avengers. After that, the small battles would become a full blown war. That was the one thing you wanted to avoid.

Even with your brain screaming at you to go back home to your binge of Supernatural, you pushed through and opened the doors.

It wasn't hard to spot The Avengers. They all had on some color variation of a leather jacket, their signature style, and they were the loudest booth in the place.

Looking around, it was really cute. The first half was a café with some sweets and coffee, open during the day, In the back was a restaurant and bar for the nighttime. In any other situation, you probably would've loved this place, but either way, the south side was never somewhere you went.

Swallowing your fear, you walked over to their table with a nervous smile on your face. They stared at you silently the second you walked up, forcing you to shift uneasily on your feet.

"Hi," You said, clearing your throat. "Can I sit?" Okay, maybe this plan was better in my head, you thought.

Sam raised a brow, "You wanna sit?"

"Sure," Steve replied quickly after Sam. "Girls, scooch."

Hesitantly, Natasha and Wanda scooted over as you sat down on the outside of the booth. All eyes were on you as you took a deep breath.

"You have absolutely zero reason to believe what I'm about to say," You started, making Steve's face harden. "And I have no proof of what I'm about to say, but I couldn't sit back and let Tony and Rhodey do this without at least warning you all."

"Do what?" Natasha spoke up.

Biting your lip, you began to explain. "They called The Guardians, Quill and his gang, if you know them."

"By reputation," Steve nodded. "But they don't just do anything."

"They don't," You confirmed, "But Rhodes and Tony gave them a good bit of cash for this."

Wanda looked concerned, "For what?"

"When I got here, I couldn't see them," You shook your head, "But they're going to be here tonight. All Rhodey said is that they're gonna fuck you all up, big time."

Steve scoffed, "I can't believe they called The Guardians on us."

"So why are you here?" Bucky spoke for the first time. You eyes fell to him; he was as pretty up close as he was afar. His eyes scanned over your face, probably trying to see if you were bullshitting.

"I just," You hesitated, running a hand over your face. "I don't know."

Steve looked down to your lap where you other hand laid. "How's the hand?" You looked up at him, surprised. You brought your hand to the table, removing the wrapping. It was black and blue on the palm, swollen so bad it looked like someone blew some air into a rubber glove.

"Not great," You sighed, looking it over.

"That's definitely broken," Natasha confirmed. "Here, let me wrap it back up for you."

Oh, you thought. That's unexpected. "Thanks," You mumbled as you gave her your hand. She began to wrap it much more tender than Clint had, and you just couldn't help but notice how much more skillful she was at it.

"You having doubts about your big brother?" Sam asked, a hint of distain in his voice. You assumed it was at Tony and not yourself.

"I always doubt what he's doing," You answered honestly. "But recently? I just can't justify his unnecessary violence."

Steve nodded, a look of understanding in his eyes. "Tony's kind of always been that way. He thinks he knows whats best even if it isn't."

"Exactly!" You exclaimed. "He's an absolute narcissist with a bunch of puppies following his trail," You hesitated, looking to Natasha, "Sorry."

She shook her head, "I can't defend what Clint's doing, he's an idiot for following Stark."

"Look, I think I can trick Quill into letting this go, if you give me a chance." You offered to Steve. "I don't want to see you guys get hurt. For as bad as Tony's made you seem, you all seem.. kind of nice." You admitted.

Steve gave you a small smile, "I hear you're the heart of gold,"

"Matched with a silver tongue." Wanda finished.

With a shy nod, you agree. "I have my moments. I'll do everything in my power to make this one of those."

"Are you sober?" Sam asked as you nodded. "No way in hell you're doing this bullshit sober. Hey, Phil! Grab me, uh.." Sam paused, looking to you.

"Vodka cranberry?" You asked.

"Vodka cranberry!" Sam yelled back to the bartender.

Phil gave a smile, "Anything for my favorites!" He yelled back.

"That's Coulson, he runs the place. He's pretty cool." Sam explained, "And as long as you're with us, he's gonna love you."

You barely registered Sam's voice, too distracted by Bucky's unwavering stare. You couldn't quite pinpoint his thoughts, his face gave no emotion.

Bucky, on the other hand, just couldn't place his feelings about you. He'd always hears Howard's youngest was the heart and the beauty, but now he was seeing it all in person for the first time, and boy were they all right. It was clear to see your beauty. Even next to Wanda and Natasha, you stood out clear as day. You still had a beautiful innocence to your face, Bucky knew you couldn't be over twenty-three. He was so utterly captivated by you, he didn't even register your stare. The moment he did, he just looked away, taking a sip from his beer.

Phil brought you your drink, a bright smile on his face as you took a sip. "Here, how much?" You asked, reaching to pull out your wallet.

Steve held out his hand, motioning for you to put your hand down. "I'll add it to our tab, it's no problem. You just saved our asses from an ambush, it's on us."

You smiled a warm smile, "Thank you,"

"Okay, so," Wanda started, turning to face you. "What're you like? When's your birthday? Your favorite color?"

A laugh came out of you as Sam's eyes widened. "Calm down, girl. Don't scare her off."

"It's okay, really. Well, I'm twenty-three, so you can do that math," Wanda chuckled as she took a sip of her drink. "My favorite color is probably dark red, like a super dark red. Uh, I don't really know how to explain what I'm like."

Your awkwardness was endearing to the group, "Okay, I love her." Wanda nodded as she put her arm around you. "Let's steal her from Stark."

"I actually second that," Natasha said. "Plus, she's stuck with a bunch of boys all the time. She needs this."

"Tony would kill me," You shook your head, "I'm just doing you guys a favor, that's all."

Bucky's forehead creased, "One hell of a favor,"

"I told you she was level headed," Sam nudged Bucky who just shot him a look. Sam ignored it and continued to beam at you.

"Really, I don't hate you guys. In some ways, you're significantly more tolerable than the others." You joked as Steve cracked a smile. Even Bucky seemed to relax at your words.

The rest of your time inside was enjoyable. You learned a little bit about everyone. Well, everyone minus Bucky, who didn't speak all that much.

You walked out with the group, only to immediately see Quill leaning on a bike you assumed was one of The Avengers'.

"Well, well. Lookie what we have here," Rocket, one of the members mused. "Didn't expect to see a Stark Syndicate here."

You gave a half smile and walked up to the group, The Avengers hanging just a little bit back. "We just had some things to work out. Misunderstanding the other night."

Gamora gave you a one over, "Didn't seem to be an understanding." She replied, looking to your wrapped hand.

"Oh, this was Tony, actually. I was supposed to be helping him box, but my glove fell off." You lied, hand going over your wrap. "Really, this isn't necessary tonight."

Quill's stare bore into you; it felt like he was reading your mind. "You calling off the job?"

"You can keep the money if that's what you're worried about," You digressed. "In fact, I'll give you some more for the trouble of coming out all this way for nothing."

The Guardians all gave each other a look as Quill nodded, "Fine, four hundo," He held out his hand as you grabbed your wallet, pulling out a small stack of money. Quill counted through it and gave Gamora a nod.

"I'm really sorry to have wasted your time tonight," You said as Quill stuffed the money in his pocket.

"Doesn't matter, we got the money out of it. Next time, call us if you actually want to fuck someone up. We don't always change our minds." Quill's voice almost sent a shiver down your spine, but you held it back as you nodded.

"Of course. Have a good night," The group of them all got in their cars and drove off, leaving you to exhale a large breath.

Steve approached you, "You didn't have to pay them."

You shook your head, "No, really, it's okay. I think I can manage without that extra cash." Tony was rich, he worked as a head engineer for Osborn Corp.

"Thank you, for all of this." Steve said as he shook your hand. "If you ever need someone who's not the Syndicate, find one of us."

A smile formed on your face, "Yeah, same goes to you all."

You got in your car and took a deep breath. That actually went better than you'd hoped. The Avengers were nice for the reputation they had. Now begged the real question, why did Tony lie so harshly about them all?

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Monthly Fanfictions Recommandation: September'23

Here are my best discoveries from the last weeks

🍬 The Authors

@kquil : a gentle author, writing about the Marauders, her writing will bring you peace and the writings are so soft. I love seeing her theme on my computer and seeing her icon on my dash is always a sign that I will read something good.

@luveline : you don't know if you want to read an Aaron Hotchner story or a good Marauder one? You don't need to change to another page, here is the wonderful Jade. She's so talented and you won't be disappointed if you want to check her work.

@thatfanficstuff : when I discovered this blog, I didn't know where I should go first. So many fandoms I love, so many characters, so many stories... So many comfort shows and so, comforting times after work. And sometimes, it's all I need. A gentle person writing some sweet stories.

@luci-in-trenchcoats : I read a few stories a few months ago but, I recently re-discovered this amazing author. With her works, I was back into Supernatural. So many hours spent at reading about our favourite hunters, so many series. And the best of the best: the writing skills are so great and it's so easy to read... Waow, just waow.

@imagineteamfreewill : Fluffy Supernatural fics and a lot of good AUs, all I need after a hard day at work. Meg is an excellent writer and you will spend a good time, I promise. I haven't read everything yet but, I know I have a few a good escapes in perspective. Don't hesitate , you will enjoy your time reading, I hope as much as I'm doing.

@anika-ann : I'm in my Marvel phase, I'm weak, I know. And, I think I found someone that could quench my thirst with so many good stories and good writing skills. I could spend hours reading about Steve Rogers. And I know I've found an unique writer because I loved a crossover story. I usually hate that. But here I am, reading a Criminal Minds / Avengers story and loving it. Thank you for that.

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Not so secret admirer || @kquil (Remus Lupin x Reader, you can't hide your adoration for remus lupin and often end up staring at him, good thing he thinks you're really cute)

A star between hands 🦋 || @luveline (James Potter x Reader, finding out you’re princess isn’t half as intimidating as your new bodyguard, James. mutual pining, fluff)

if things go bad || @/luveline (Aaron Hotchner x Reader, Hotch rushes to get to you when you call him during a home invasion. angst, hurt/comfort)

True Mate 🦋 || @thatfanficstuff (Peter Hale x Reader)

Remember me || @/thatfanficstuff (Thranduil x Reader)

I Know Your Brother || @luci-in-trenchcoats (Sam Winchester x Reader, The reader is pulled out of Hell accidentally by Sam Winchester who’s wondering where his brother is…)

A Safe Mistake 🦋 || @/luci-in-trenchcoats (Nanny!Dean x Single Parent!reader, Dean’s in need of some extra cash to help Sam pay for his tuition and gets a job working as a nanny for the reader’s young son. As Dean becomes ingrained in the reader’s life though, he soon becomes more than just the nanny to them both…)

Beauty and the Beast 🦋 || @imagineteamfreewill (Dean Winchester x Reader AU, Living in a village is nice, and even though you’d always longed for adventure, you weren’t expecting to go on an adventure of your own anytime soon. But as soon as you take your father’s place as the prisoner of a Beast who lives in an enchanted castle, you’re surprised that adventure isn’t all it’s cracked up to be—and neither are monsters)

Daisy || @/imagineteamfreewill (Sam Winchester x Deaf!Daughter!Reader, Sam breaks some bad news to his daughter, who’s deaf, and watches her start to grow up without her mother)

Love on the Brain 🦋 || @anika-ann (Steve Rogers x Reader / Crossover MCU-Criminal Minds, You found menacing pictures of you friend, colleague and neighbour Steve in your mailbox.   Someone might play it off as a bad joke, but you were an agent for the Avengers Initiative and a former FBI agent. You’ve seen cases like this and you were taking no chances. Not with Steve of all people. But you were going to need help; enter the BAU)

Hands Too Cold, but Heart of Gold 🦋 || @/anika-ann (Steve Rogers x Reader, Matt Murdock x Reader, You officially joined the Avengers only two months ago and you’re about to take off to yet another mission. Cap would like to have some extra help on this one – but the Avengers have approached the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen before and he made it pretty clear how he felt about it. Of course, this time it’s you who got stuck with trying to convince him once again. “I still don’t understand why it’s not you coming, oh Star Spangled Man with a Plan.” “I do have a plan. I have you.”)

Heart’s Munition 🦋 || @crazyunsexycool (Mob boss!Steve Rogers x Maid!Reader. I can't copy and paste all the resume but I swear, you'll love it. A bit of surprise but it's worth the world)

My little love * 🦋 || @/crazyunsexycool (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader. Really long resume but in short, Bucky, Reader, children, Papa and Mama bears, great scenario, you'll love it I promise!)

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[call-sign-shark]

Hi, Shark!

Question:

In an AU where Arthur actually dies, what would be Heaven's fate? (Apart from killing everyone 😂 - except the kids, I'm assuming -) her fate. She'd return to France? She'd stay there? Kill herself?

“Apart from killing everyone” I died at this comment because a. You know her too well and b. This is exactly what she would do: go on a killing spree, but let’s try to put this aside and actually answer the question properly even if I never thought about it.

If John lives in the AU there’s no doubt: John would have taken care of her. They have always shared an almost supernatural bond, and I feel like it would be both logical and natural for them to end up together. John would have taken her away and never returned to Small Heath. I like to think he would have managed to tame her destructive anger and, even wounded until her last breath, Heaven would found a bit of peace. Also, an interesting fact is that at the very beginning of HYE I said John x Heaven would likely be a short fling but I don’t think so anymore. 🤔

Realistically, if we follow the canon plot Heaven would have no one left. With John’s death her only pillar was her husband. If she loses him, she loses everything included the last remnant of her sanity, She might be close to Polly but it’s not enough. Especially when taking into account that she is pregnant. I think she would first avenge Arthur, not quite caring if she loses her baby in the protest because vengeance makes you selfish, and then she’d leave Small Heath for good. She won’t kill herself because it’s not in her nature but unfortunately she might fell again between Amos’ claws, who’s impatiently waiting to get her back and who will tell her “I told you you’re bound to be mine.”

Short answer: I don’t even know myself. The only thing I know is that the chances she’ll get locked up in mental institute for a while after butchering people are high. 😅

Thank you so much for this complex but so interesting question Flor! Let’s hope that one of the community’s OCs would take care of her 🤭🖤

Heaven is reader in the Arthur Shelby x You story Heaven in Your Eyes.

[hail-americas-ass]

🔆JUNE FIC REC II

✒ a greek tragedy by ash 

(I can’t express enough how amazing this is) 4.6K Words

When Steve started drawing the comic, he drew himself before the serum and Bucky as he remembered him when they worked together to keep from ending up on the streets and dreamed of futures with floating cars. He drew them then and now, scenes against a New York he remembered and scenes against this future he didn’t quite fit in, one drawn soft and hazy, the other hard lines. When he drew them in the present, he never drew himself looking at Bucky; Bucky was always behind him, a shadow that followed as he tried to find a trace of the world they used to know in this one. He called them Orpheus and Eurydice.

🦾  Touch Me I’m Going to Scream by buffypeppers

(This is a classic in my opinion. It’s got recovering!Bucky and every trope you can imagine, so very fluffy) 107.5K Words

Only a few days have passed since the Winter Soldier put Sam into a hospital bed but Steve is ready to find HYDRA’s assassin and bring him to justice.

Things won't go according to plan once the Avengers find the infamous man.

🕵️‍♂️ End of all Days by Minka ( @minka-g​ on tumblr)

(I was motivated to reread this recently, it kept me on the edge of my seat the first time I read it and it had the same thrilling effect when I reread it too. There’s only one word to describe it: thrilling.) 

(Archeological Historian!Steve x Spy!Bucky) (Indiana Jones & Atomic Blonde AU)  116.7K Words

Captain Steve Rogers had thought his military days were behind him, left in the bloody nightmare that was Saigon. Retired and working as a History Professor, the last thing he expected was to get caught up in a cataclysmic Slavic prophesy foreshadowing the end of the known world.

With Cold War tensions running high, Steve finds himself in need of a guide and translator to get him behind the Iron Curtain and into the isolated snowdrifts of Siberia.

It’s deep in the heart of Bucharest’s resistance fighters that Steve finds the ideal candidate, but swaying the enigmatic ex-operative known as The Winter Soldier proves to be complicated. Trust is hard-won, especially in the world of espionage, and with a KGB death squad nipping at his heels, the Soldier has countless reasons to stay presumably dead.

As the lines between right, wrong and the supernatural begin to blur, Steve is forced to reconsider everything he’s ever believed, right from the sanctity of his own country to the very foundations of creation itself.

❤️‍🩹 Every Door Opens by Notoska ( @notoska on tumblr)

(This fic, the words and the way they were written, not only yanked my heart out of my chest, it also sunk deep in my bones where I was forced to carry it and think of it for days. Fantastic.) Recovery fic. 73.9K Words

Then Bucky licks his lips, tip of his tongue just grazing the sensitive skin of Steve’s ear and Steve moans. Nothing close to the surge of lust behind his ribs, but a tiny, breathy sound all the same. Bucky doesn’t react—he must not have heard. Though a minute later he curls his fingers and extends them again, moving just slow enough for it to be a caress.

Just tip your head into his touch. He’ll take the lead and trace the folds of your ear with his tongue until you can’t keep quiet any more. Then he’ll smother your desperate little noises with his mouth, fingers twisting in your hair. Kissing deeply, tongues reaching to declare your filthy intentions. Find his knee with your hand and slide wolfishly up his thigh until you reach the bulge behind his fly. Palm him through his trousers until he’s panting in your mouth, until he’s pressing his forehead to yours, hips bucking, and you can see his dark eyes, glinting in the screen’s flickering light, pleading—

Steve jolts back to the present. The credits are rolling and Bucky is reading them as well. The screen blacks and two fluorescent lights buzz to life. Bucky loosens his hand from Steve’s head, welcoming the world back in.

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THE HUNTERS & THE SOLDIER

Pairing: Avenger! Bucky Barnes x OC! Avenger Reader

Summary: Bucky’s being an idiot once again and you meet someone… quite interesting? Or creepy? You decide. Also a surprise in the end simply because I can.

Warnings: Alcohol, bit of angst (?), gun, annoying lady, allusion to s3x if you squint, mention of Hydra and being watched/ followed -> 18+!!

Other: Forgive me for eventual mistakes but I wrote this in 3 days and I changed my mind about 60 times

-> Masterlist

-> Part twelve ; part fourteen

-> Devil On Your Shoulder (13)

The ticking of the living room clock was the only sound filling the space around you, each second’s click made you lose your hope about Bucky’s return. Hours had passed since Cassandra had knocked at your door and Bucky had stormed out of the house. Sam and Dean had completely disappeared as well - not that you made any efforts in contacting those two, you anger towards them was still very much present - leaving you all alone with the girl.

You hadn’t spoken much to her due to the fear of stressing her out more than she already was; instead, you opted to let her rest in your bedroom for the night, saving the questions for tomorrow.

You had searched the whole neighborhood for Bucky, checking nearby parks or public places he could be at but there was no sign of him, not even his shadow. It was as if he had vanished. In moments like these, you hated to admit how worried sick you were for his safety, knowing Hydra had their eyes on him. If he were to fall into their hands once again because you couldn’t find him, you’d never forgive yourself.

Hours later, that fear consumed your thoughts. You hadn’t eaten anything all day - the scrambled eggs Bucky had made for breakfast were given to Cassandra since she needed it more than you. But you, honestly, weren’t hungry anyway, especially not when Bucky’s phone went straight to voicemail every time you called.

Your attention was caught by the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, and you turned your head slightly around to see Cassandra coming your way. She was now dressed with some new, clean clothes you had given her, and she seemed to be feeling way better than before.

“Hey.” You tiredly said, as she sat beside you. “I thought you were sleeping.”

“Couldn’t find sleep.” She made a small smile your way, resting her feet on the couch to wrap her arms around her knees. “I’m sorry for earlier.” She mumbled. “I’m sure he’ll be back.”

You looked at her and shook your head at her apologetic tone of voice. “It’s okay, it’s a sensitive topic for him. It’s… I don’t know why he doesn’t pick up the phone.”

Your nervousness intensified once you spoke, voicing your thoughts was like confirming your worries. You began to play with the golden ring on your finger trying to get your mind off of it, but unlike other times it did nothing to ease the growing anxiety gnawing at you. He had specifically told you to call him once Cassie had calmed down, and you did, but he ignored you.

And, to be completely honest here, being ignored was the best case scenario your brain could think of.

Cassandra’s voice brought you back to the present. “Do you want me to help search for him? I’m sure he’s not far away, and I know the city.” She offered kindly, worry evident in her tone. Her guilt over what she said was as clear as a day.

“No, no.” You waved her off gently. “You need to rest, so feel free to go to bed. I think I’ll go for a walk to clear my head.” The last thing you wanted was to drag her into your tunnel of worries - not just for Bucky, but for the entire situation. She was still a missing girl and she needed to stay inside in order for no one to find her, so letting her out of the house was out of the equation.

Also, she was the goddamn key to solve the case and she was sitting right beside you while three out of four people working on the case were men (as if that was unfortunate enough) that couldn’t set their priorities straight. There were people that needed to be found, like Fury and Maria, others who needed to be captured - and yet, there you were, all alone.

“Are you sure?” She pressed, her brow furrowing with worry. “I don’t mind staying up with you if it’s going to help. I mean… you’re here because of me. It’s the least I can do.”

You managed to give her a small, grateful smile. “I appreciate it, Cassie, but none of this is your fault. There’s no need for you to worry or stress over it. Get some rest, I’ll see you in the morning.” You hoped the assurance in your voice was convincing.

Cassandra hesitated for a moment, clearly torn between wanting to help and follow your advice. Eventually, much to your relief, she nodded. “Alright, but if you need anything don’t hesitate to wake me up.”

“I won’t.” You promised, knowing you’d never wake her up in any case. “Also the house is secure. No one can get in without a key, so you’ll be fine.” You reassured her, watching as she stood up, nodded at you, and headed back back towards the stairs.

Once she was out of sight, you finally let out a deep sigh and looked around the dimly lit room. You forced yourself to get up, knowing that sitting around doing nothing only worsened your mood. Especially seeing your phone screen remain dark without a single message back from Bucky added fuel to the fire.

Grabbing your coat from the armchair, your slipped it on and headed towards the door, locking it securely behind you as you stepped onto the street.

It was probably all the emotions you were feeling at the moment, but for some reason you couldn’t quite understand why the atmosphere felt different that night. It was as if the air stood still, and you sensed presences that weren’t even there.

The streets were empty so you must have had imagined it, the only sound being your footsteps on the wet crosswalk. You double checked behind you to ensure your were alone and, in fact, there was absolutely no soul around. Even the neighbor’s dog was oddly quiet since the animal seemed to be possessed at each hour of the fucking night, but the owners left the poor creature outside alone the whole time so it wasn’t really the dog’s fault.

However, feeling watched or not, you needed to have a proper walk and get your mind off of those three stupid ass men for one night. You could almost excuse Bucky’s behavior initially; seeing the hurt on his face was enough to understand what had come over him. Even if you weren’t close to him, living in the same building for so long meant you knew that being seen as a murder was a trigger for him. You didn’t want to hold him accountable for how he reacted to those accusations, it was his own way to deal with it.

What you couldn’t tolerate was that, if he was still out there somewhere, he hadn’t bothered to let you know he was okay or to check how things ended with Sam and Dean. Especially after hearing how they had kept Cassie locked up for a whole day.

Lost in thought, you almost collided with a stranger who stood directly in your path, making no effort to move even as you took a few steps back.

Your already sour mood darkened further, aggravated by his presence and the small, annoying grin on his face. He appeared to be in his late forties, dressed entirely in black. The streetlight above his head flickered intermittently, unlike the others that worked perfectly.

“I need to go that way.” You said, pointing to the street behind him, as he blocked your path.

He stared into your eyes for what seemed like an eternity before finally stepping aside, extending a hand in the direction you were headed. “Forgive me, kid, didn’t mean to startle you.”

His voice was smooth, but carried an unsettling undertone that you couldn’t ignore. You shot him a glare as you reluctantly walked past him, your eyes not leaving his for the slightest second - you didn’t like this man. He gave off weird vibes, way too familiar vibes, and you didn’t like that.

“You didn’t startle me.” You mumbled. “Maybe just don’t stand in the middle of the crosswalk.”

“I’ll make sure to follow your advice from now on.” The man answered with a sarcastic tone, giving you one last glance before turning around to walk away. “Have the sweetest night, kid.”

You stood there for a moment, watching his short figure disappear around a corner. The nickname he used left a bittersweet taste in your mouth, but you didn’t think much of it as you turned back around to continue your night walk.

You didn’t have a place in mind, the cold air hitting your skin was just a way to cool you off - it was a nice, relaxing feeling for you. Even with that, your mind immediately drifted back to Bucky, Sam and Dean; if you survived this, you’d fight to be paired up with women in the future missions because you had had enough. And it had barely been a week.

You tried to focus on the rhythm of your steps and the crisp night air, which gradually started to finally calm you down. You didn’t know how long you had been walking when, at some point, you arrived near the center of the city, which was far more crowded than the area where you lived. Deciding it was about time to get back, you turned around - or almost.

“I don’t think that’s the right direction.”

A voice made you stop dead in your tacks, and you looked ahead only to see the same man from earlier, throwing something heavy into a nearby dumpster. He smacked his hands together to remove some dirt before slipping them into his pockets, walking towards you with that same small grin you had seen before.

He stopped right in front of you, and all your efforts to dissolve the anger you had built up during the day vanished in a mere instant. Great.

Why this mad had such an effect on you, you didn’t know.

“Excuse me?” You raised an eyebrow, which only made his grin wider.

“I said, you were going in the wrong direction.” He repeated, his voice tinged with mockery. He pointed behind his shoulders, as he spoke again. “You need to go that way, he’s having fun over there. You don’t want him to blew the mission, do you?”

“I have dealt with crazy fuckers like you before, alright? Leave me alone.” You shoved him off, turning your back to head back home. Or, at least, that was your intention.

“I see your attitude hasn’t changed in these last ten years. I thought you’d get nicer with age, but I’m glad to know I was wrong.” He called after you, making your freeze for a second. “Has no one ever taught you that it’s best to be nice to strangers?”

You turned back around, studying his expression because he sure as hell got your attention with that. He seemed to be lucid and collected, making you reconsider in an instant your initial thoughts of him as just another street creep. After all, you had encountered way too many in your life.

“What did you just say?” You said, your voice laced with suspicion.

He took a step closer, still grinning. “Ten whole years. I must admit, I never thought you’d get paired up with the Winchesters. But they go wherever trouble is, so I had to see it coming at some point; my bad.” He raised his hands in surrender before continuing. “But as I was saying, I’m happy to see you haven’t changed. Still so quick to judge, so quick to dismiss and so, so slow when it comes to understand who you can trust and who you can’t. You even got a name now, don’t you, my dear Emma?”

Your mind started to race the second you heard your name fall from his mouth with such normalcy. You were transported back to ten years ago, back to the time you were still with Hydra, to try and remember who he was. But everything was blank, you were sure you had never seen this man before; and there he was, talking to you as if you were his long-lost something.

“How do you know my name?” You demanded, keeping your voice steady. You were an Avenger, sure, but due to your request your face was not allowed to be published - therefore, nobody outside of your friends or some of the people you worked with knew who you were.

He tilted his head, his grin widening. “Oh, I know a lot more about you than just your name, dear. I’ve been watching you for a long time, not that you could have known. It’s fascinating how you’ve grown, how you’ve changed… yet some things remained the same.”

“What do you want?”

“Me? Oh, nothing.” He shrugged. “Believe it or not, I’m on your side. All this… trying to solve creepy mysteries with your gang like some sort of Scooby Doo in real life is quite exciting, but I need you to solve this case quickly because I’m getting tired of you all dancing around it.”

“Do I even know you?!” You asked, as this man was making less sense each passing second.

“No, silly.” His tone was condescending. “So don’t strain your little brain.” He waved a hand in front of your face. “I never bothered to meet you personally, I had more important things to do like…” He trailer off, trying to find the words. “Nothing really, but I’ve been watching you. And let me tell you, that little stunt you pulled when you let that friend of yours escape… what was her name? You used to call her something like Naomi or something?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Nonie.” He smirked, knowing he had your full attention. “Yes, that’s right, because she was anonymous. Brave of you, really, but also quite foolish. She stayed for you, you know? Even after you freed her; she stayed around in the woods and brought John Winchester straight to you, so that he could save you. And what did she get in the end? She was burned alive.”

Your breath caught in your lungs at his words, confirming that the man in front of you wasn’t just some crazy idiot on the streets harassing women. He knew about Nonie, a secret you always kept for yourself (one of the many) and that meant he knew far more than what you were comfortable with. And you still had no idea of who he was or where he came from.

The pain of his revelation hit you like a punch to the gut. Not that you had ever held out much hope for Nonie, considering she had been turned into a Wendigo, but you had convinced yourself to believe that perhaps, somehow, she found some form of peace. Hearing that she was dead, though, was like a knife to the heart. She had been your first and only friend, or the closest thing you had to one, for most of your life.

“What do you want from me?“

“Your loyalty.” He answered, the serious you had seen him all night.

You let out an honest chuckled at that, which only made him roll his eyes. “You want me to be loyal to you? I only just met you and, frankly, you’re not exactly making a great first impression.”

He smirked, unfazed by your sarcasm. “I don’t need to make a good impression, my dear, I just need you to understand that we can help each other. We can make a deal, right here and right now, and I’ll explain everything to you. Starting with the truth about Ella White.”

You hated to admit that you took a moment to consider his offer, truly, the second he mentioned that woman. He did seem to know a lot of things, but you didn’t know him and you didn’t trust him. “Listen, not trying to sound rude here, but get lost.” You finally said him, even if a part of you was burning to know what he was talking about. “You’ve been creepy this whole time saying that you watched me when I was younger and now you want to be buddies?” You raised a brow at his nonsense.

“Not buddies, partners. You know, work together, be a team.” He clarified. “You don’t even know how many things we can accomplish together, we’d have everyone at our feet - do you not want that? Imagine, just imagine, how it could be like to rule the living and the dead.” His green eyes were locked into you as he talked, getting close to you.

“You sound like a dictator. I hate dictators.” You answered. “And if you don’t leave me alone I’ll put a bullet right between your eyebrows.”

He laughed at what you said, and your crossed your arms under your chest quite offended. “You’re funny, girl, I’ll give you that. But if you want to kill me, I think a simple gun won’t do it. It’s not your lucky day.” He said, faking an apologetic tone.

“You haven’t told me your name yet.”

“It’s not important.” He replied dismissively. “I’ll give you time to think about my offer, kid.” With a casual shrug, he began to walk past you.

Your eyes refused to leave his figure, and you were conflicted whether to follow him or not. Not because you wanted to accept his weird offer, but because he was clearly involved somehow and letting him go didn’t seem like the smartest choice. But you had a feeling that your paths would cross again.

“I already said no.” You called after him, raising your voice slightly.

He paused, turning his head slightly to glance back at you. “Go ask Dean Winchester why he agreed to work on this case.” He said cryptically. “And then you might change your mind, I’ll make sure to be there when you do.”

You furrowed your brows, puzzled by his words - but even what he said earlier didn’t make more sense than that. What did Dean have anything to do with this? And why was this stranger so confident that you would eventually change your mind? Sure, Dean hadn’t been exactly the most cooperative person in the last couple of days, but he was making it look as if you couldn’t trust him.

“And before I forget,” He added suddenly. “You might want to go take a look at the bar down the road, see if you can find something interesting, take it as a little help from me.” With that, he turned and walked away. You swore that he vanished as soon as you blinked, but that was impossible… wasn’t it?

Your feet moved before your brain could properly process his words, and you started to head towards the place he told you to go to. It’s true you didn’t have positive vibes regarding that man whose name you didn’t know, but so far he only said things you knew were real, more or less, so you thought it wasn’t a bad idea to go see for yourself what he was referring to.

You hurried down the streets, the sounds of laughter and clicking glasses growing louder as you approached. Hesitating at the entrance, you took a deep breath before pushing the wooden door open, the little bell above it chiming softly. The noise went unnoticed by most of the people in there, except two men who glanced your way and left the second you entered.

The smell of alcohol and smoke was thick, but you ignored it as you scanned the room. No familiar faces met your gaze, and some doubts began to creep in. Perhaps the most logical reason was that the stranger had been toying with you all along. You shook your head, feeling foolish for trusting him even for a moment. Turning to leave, you prepared to step back into the street hoping to not meet any other idiot that was going to mess with your ideas.

Except that then, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar face sitting alone in the farthest corner of the room.

Bucky Barnes. He was hunched over a drink, his eyes low as he watched the liquid twirl before taking a sip of it. Relief washed over you upon seeing that he was unharmed, but it was quickly replaced by that very same anger you had for the whole day. He had left you worried this whole time while he was there, drinking his problems away - and he didn’t have the excuse of being drunk because you knew it was physically impossible for him to be.

You weaved your way through the crowded bar, your eyes firm on him. With each step closer he seemed to feel your presence, as he looked up from his glass his eyes found yours in no time. His posture visibly stiffened and a flicker of surprise crossed his face as you dropped into the chair across from him, not so kindly.

“Nice to see you too.” He muttered, barely glancing up.

“You left me worried sick.” You snapped, your voice low but intense in order not to have people overhear the conversation. “I called and texted thinking the worst had happened and you were here drinking? What the fuck is your problem?”

“I needed some time alone, alright?” He said dismissively, taking another sip.

“Time alone?” You scoffed. “You could have at least let me know you were okay, for fuck’s sake. Cassandra said some hurtful things while, mind you, she was scared for her life and you disappeared for hours? We have a damn case to solve, Bucky, people are counting on us.”

He shrugged, still not meeting your eyes. “Believe it or not, I have been working. Didn’t think it mattered whether you knew or not.”

“Didn’t think it-” You cut yourself off, pinching the bridge of your nose. “We’re a team, Bucky. When one of us bails, if affects everyone. We lost a day because apparently I’m paired up with people that run away when things aren’t convenient anymore.”

“How did you even find me?” He tilted his head, ignoring your outburst. “You have the worst sense of orientation I’ve ever seen. Didn’t know you knew the city.”

“I don’t, a man told me where you were.”

“A man?” He raised a brow, his skepticism evident. “You made new friends already? That’s great, honey. Socializing is good for you.”

You blinked a few times, taken aback at his nonchalance. You had just told him that a stranger had essentially been following him, and that was his reaction? His dismissive attitude left your dumbfounded to say the least.

“You’re getting on my nerves.” You said, your patience wearing thin. Not that it was great before.

“Do you know how to get back home?” He asked, not even being fazed by what you said.

“Yes.” You responded, barely masking your irritation.

“Then go.” He said, waving you off. “I’ll get back later.”

He glanced to his left, and your eyes followed his gaze. You immediately understood the reason behind his attitude, and you were not happy in the slightest about it. Dalia emerged from the bathroom, heading straight to your table.

Now that you looked down, you noticed two glasses of whiskey instead of one, and one of them had lipstick mark on it. Of course, that made sense.

“Harry.” She said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Didn’t know your wife was going to join us tonight.” Her fake smile grated on your nerves.

“She was just about to leave, actually.” Bucky said, giving you a look that clearly said, ‘do as I say.’ “Isn’t that right, honey?”

You felt a surge of anger at his blatant disregard, clenching your jaw at the way he was acting and at the way she was smirking. “Sure.” You replied sarcastically, standing up. “After all, I wouldn’t want to ruin the night.”

Dalia’s smirk widened as she slid into your seat not even a second after you moved, not hiding the fact she was happy you would leave. “So nice of you, Jade. You know, me and your husband have a lot in common, I might steal him from you.” She chuckled at her own words.

You narrowed your eyes at Dalia’s taunting remark, her words grating on your last nerve. “Ah, good luck with that.” You retorted, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m sure you’ll have a blast with his mood changes.”

Bucky shot you a glare, but you ignored it. “Sweetheart.” He said, the nickname anything but sweet. “Get home safe, I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, I promise I’ll be nice to him.” Dalia chimed in, leaning back on the chair. “Or not.” She added, winking at him.

You gritted your teeth, struggling to maintain your composure at her clearly flirting with your fake husband. “Have fun.” You simply muttered out, noticing how Bucky stopped meeting your gaze a while ago - instead, he was looking at his empty glass of whiskey.

“We will.” She said, waving at you with that annoying smile on her face.

You turned on your heel and headed towards the door, ignoring the tension in the air behind you. As you stepped out, into the cool night air, a mixture of frustration and hurt made their way in your stomach. You didn’t know why you were feeling so pissed at her being there with him, but you imagined it was because he had been doing God knows what all day with the neighbor’s daughter when you had a fucking case to solve.

Pushing aside your emotions, you finally walked back home hoping to remember the way to go there, walking quickly to put as much distance as you could between yourself and the scene inside the bar.

To think you were actually starting to like the guy now that your issues were kind of solved, but maybe Bucky wasn’t really the right person you wanted as a friend if he was willing to jeopardize the mission for a woman he met a few days ago.

You finally arrived home, the exhaustion weighing heavy on your shoulder as you shut close the door behind you. Tossing your coat onto the couch still completely in the dark, since you were too drained to bother with the lights, all you craved was a shower and some sleep due to the late hour and the events of the day. However, it seemed that fate had other plans.

As you made your way towards the stairs, the doorbell pierced the silence. With a scoff, you retraced your steps and swung the the door open, only to be met with the sight of the infuriating man in black, his grin widening at the sight of your irritation.

“I told you he was having fun.” He remarked, relishing in your obvious displeasure. “Did I not?”

“More than me for sure.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, well… men are weak. Give them a beautiful woman and they’ll forget about their duties. If you need help, real help with this case, I’m offering it. You just need to say yes.”

“No.” You said again, firmly.

“You’re as stubborn as your mother.”

Your heart stopped at that. “My- my what?”

“Mother.” He repeated casually as if dropping that bombshell on you was just another walk in the park for him. “What? Did you think you popped out of nowhere?” He grinned, using the knowledge he had about your past - past you didn’t even know - to manipulate you into joining him.

You struggled to find the right words to respond, but your brain couldn’t process anything concrete.

“Oh, I’ve got your attention for real now, don’t I? Little Emma wants to know about her mother more than you want help for this case. Selfish, I love it.”

You met his gaze with steely silence, refusing to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging he was right. He had been right the whole time, if we want to be honest, and in the back of your mind you kept thinking about his words as if there was a little devil on your shoulder that was telling you to listen to him. It was clear now that he knew how to find you, who you were and what you wanted… which wasn’t really great news.

You simply shut the door on his face, and you hoped for a moment of peace - but even that was short lived. The doorbell chimed once more, prompting you to hurry back, only this time you had your gun in hand, ready to get rid of the stranger once and for all.

As you opened the door again with your finger firmly on the trigger, you quickly realized that there was no need to use violence that time. Instead, you lowered your hand with clear surprise and relief on your face, your expression softening as you took the unexpected sight before you.

“Woah, calm down.” A familiar voice remarked, her eyebrows raised at your defensive stance. “A bit on edge, are we? Let me in and explain everything, I’m here to help.”

“Natasha.” You greeted, moving aside to let her in.

Finally someone who didn’t get on your nerves.

[savemewattpad]

Leila Whittaker

Aliases: Snow White, Sobaka, Laika Other Names: Leila Winchester (Wicked and Divine) Faceclaims: Eiza Gonzalez (default), Jenna Ortega (younger Eiza), Emeraude Toubia (untitled XMCU verse), Talia Al Ghul (comics) Previous Faceclaims: Nina Dobrev, Inbar Lavi, Medalion Rahimi, Hande Ercel, Melisa Asli Pamuk Fandoms: Marvel (various), Supernatural, Grishaverse

Verses

Mirror, Mirror: MCU. Leila's original verse. Leila is a former crimelord with the ability to copy other’s superpowers. She’s recruited to SHIELD (or rather coerced into joining), joins STRIKE team Delta, and eventually becomes an Avenger. Read Here.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Brock Rumlow, Natasha Romanoff, Aiden Hendrix, Wes Barton, Seth Lennox, Matt Murdock, Seol Hee

Beyond Seven Stars: Marvel (MCU, TASM, X-Men (XMCU inspired), various other Marvel), + National Treasure Crossover. Similar to Mirror, Mirror, but with a backstory more tied up in X-Men lore. Read Here.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Seth Lennox, possibly others

Wicked and Divine: MCU + Supernatural Crossover. Leila is Sam and Dean’s half-sister. John and Dean rescued her from a cult when she was thirteen and raised her until she joined SHIELD at nineteen. She becomes an Avenger and then helps her brothers find their father. And then her brothers help the Avengers stop Thanos, and then the Avengers help the Winchesters stop an angelic apocalypse. Read Here.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Aiden Hendrix

Gods and Monsters: Marvel + Grishaverse Crossover. Description here. Leila is the foster sibling of Grant Ward, after he was put in the system by his family and she was rescued from the cult compound.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: None

Snow on the Beach: MCU. Takes place after the snap. Steve got snapped and Leila was left a social outcast for her (nonconsensual) role in the snap. Three years later, she comes back for one last mission and is made to work with Scott Lang. Read Here.

Main Ship: Scott Lang (sequel features Scott/Leila/Steve end game) Minor Ships: Steve (past)

Unnamed (Other) Scott Murdock AU: Marvel. Leila leaves the Trust before Johnny's murder attempt, and falls in with Scott Lang's band of thieves instead.

Main Ships: Scott Lang, Steve Rogers (OT3)

Unnamed XMCU Verse: Marvel (XMCU, possibly comic elements.) Leila is part of the Brotherhood of Mutants until she joins Xavier, less out of moral conviction and more out of emotional exhaustion.

Main Ships: Pietro Maximoff, Steve Rogers (possibly)

Unnamed X-Men Evolution Verse: Marvel (X-Men Evolution.) Leila is part of the brotherhood, and enjoys flirting with Cyclops to annoy him. Likely the same universe as Jace's Evo fic.

Main Ships: None (unless I again choose to expand it and include Steve in a future-set plotline).

Untitled Comics Verse: Marvel Comics. It's comics. I can't sum it up here. Ask about it if you want.

Main Ships: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Pietro Maximoff, Scott Lang

So Close: MCU. Sex Pollen AU of Mirror, Mirror. An old Hydra bunker forces Leila and Steve to work out their issues. Read Here.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Brock Rumlow (mentioned only, unless I continue the fic with a part 2)

Call It What You Want: MCU. After her falling out with Steve, Leila is assigned by SHIELD to babysit a depowered Loki.

Main Ships: Steve Rogers, Loki (platonic)

Invisible String: MCU. Soulmate AU. Leila's soul mark was burned off as a child, but Steve Rogers' mark looks an awful lot like she remembers hers. She keeps this to herself, until she doesn't.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers

You Should See Me In A Crown: Riverdale. Leila is the leader of the ghoulies, who have to team up with the serpents against Hiram Lodge. Leila's role in this verse is largely abandoned, unless I turn it into a Marvel crossover.

Main Ship: None Minor Ships: FP Jones

Unnamed Reboot AU: Marvel AU. Leila is an ex-child actor who starred in the iconic teen sitcom The Avengers. When the network decides to reboot the series, Leila--now a music producer living a non-public life--decides to sign on, for...some reason that I'm still figuring out.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Tony Stark (past, currently platonic)

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[roadtogracelandx45]

To Update/ Coming soon- June 14th- August 31st

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Admiral's Daughter- part 1, 2 and 3- Top Gun Maverick ff, Chasing Angels series. 2 Hangman/ Bianca/ Rooster, 3 Dagger Squad, 1. Bianca, Hangman, Coyote, and Phoniex.

Baby I Do,- Part 2* ,3*, 4,5- Elvis- Burnin' Love series- Elvis/ Sylvie

Little White Church- One Shot- Elvis- Stand alone- Elvis/Sylvie

Cowboy Take Me Away- Parts *2 and 3- Top Gun Maverick FF- Chasing Angels series- Hangman/Bianca

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy*- One shot- Yellowstone- Angel of Mercy Series- Lee Dutton/ Spencer Abbott

Just Dance- Part 1, 2*,3*,4* - Top Gun Maverick FF- Chasing Angels series- Hangman/Bianca

Wouldn't It Be Nice- One shot- Supernatural- Darkest Before the Dawn Series- Dean/Ellie

Secrets That Are Meant- one shot* Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept Series- Sam/ Dean- Wincest

To Be Kept- One Shot*- Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept Series- Ellie/Dean/Sam

Need You To Know- One shot*- Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept- Ellie/Dean

Be My Baby Tonight- Part 1, Part 2*, Part 3, Part 4*- Avengers, Only Fools Rush Series- Steve/ Lennon, Bucky/ Lennon

Saturday's Alright For Fighting- One Shot- Fast Saga- Life in The Fastlane Saga- Vince/Sophie

On The Outside- Parts 3, 4,5,6 The Outsiders- On The Outside- implied Soda/Mattie

Game Changers- Part 2, 3,4,5.6- The Mighty Ducks- Game Changers series- Adam Banks/ Ava Bombay

I Kissed A Girl- One Shot*- Fast Saga- Life In The Fastlane Saga- Letty/ Sophie

California Girls- One Shot*- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels- Phoniex/ Bianca

Courage Under Fire- Band of Brothers- Courage Under Fire Series- Bill/Olivia, Olivia/ Joseph Liebgott, Bill/ May Jenkins Parts 1, 2, 3*,4,5

Burnin' Love- Elvis- Burnin' Love Series- Elvis/Sylvie- Parts 5,6,7,8,9,10

Chasing Angels- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels Series- Rooster/ Bianca, IceMav, Hangman/ Bianca, Hangman/ Phoniex, Phoneix/ Bianca. Parts 2, 3*, 4*,5,6,7

Should Be Me- Band of Brothers- Courage Under Fire series- what if- part 2- Bill/ Olivia

Charming Town- Sons of Anarchy- Charming Town Series- Jax/Ryder- Parts 7,8, 9*,10*,11*,12

I Don't Dance But For You- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels one shot- Rooster Bianca-

Only Fools Rush In- Captain America- Only Fools Rush in Series- Parts 2,3,4,5*,6*,7*,8,9,10- Bucky/Hannah. Steve/Peggy

Under False Pretenses- Band of Brothers Mafia AU- Under False Pretense series- Liebgott/ Olivia, Dick/Olivia/Nixon part 2*,3*,4*,5*,6,7,8*,9*,10*

Are You Going My Way- Band of Brothers College AU- Are You Going My Way Series- Lewis/ Olivia, Buck/Olivia, Liebgott/Oliva, Bill/Olivia etc Part 2*, Part 3, Part 4*,5,6*

Please, I Need You- Chicago PD- Thin Blue Line series- Jay Libby one shot

Got You- Chicago PD x Blue Blood crossover- Jayx Libby- parts 4*, 5*, 6, 7

Don't Stop Believing- Chicago Fire x Blue Crossover- Kelly Severide. Libby Reagan- Parts 2,3,4,5,6

Through The Heart- S.W.A.T- Luca x Josie Kay- parts 4,5,6,7,8

Star Crossed Lovers- Twilight- Star Crossed Lovers series- Rosalie/Emmett/ Lily parts 1,2,3,4,5

Hearts Made of Glass- Twilight All Human- Lily/Edward- Parts 2,3,4,5

Life In The Fastlane- Fast Saga- Vince/Sophie, Dom/Sophie, Letty/Sophie, Dom/Letty, Mia/Brian- Parts 7*,8*,9,10,11

Girl from Barstow- Fast Saga- Life In The Fastlane series- One shot-

Thin Blue Line- One Chicago/Law and Order SVU/Blue Bloods crossover- Parts 2,3,4

Winter's Gate- Game of Thrones- Winter's Gate series- Robb Stark/Jonlynn- Parts 4, 5*, 6

Homeward Bound- Game of Thrones- Winter Gate series- Robb Stark/ Jonlynn- Part 2,3, 4

Second Chances- Lord of The Rings/The Hobbbit- Second Chances series- Legolas/Ilianna/ either Fili or Kili- Part 2, 3,4

Royals- Harry Potter- Royals Series- Fred/Celeste. George- part 1,2,3,4,5

Puzzle Pieces- Triple Frontier- Miller Brothers/OFC parts 1,2,3, 4

Mine now. Sons of anarchy- Jax/Ryder one shot

Night Terrors - Winter Solider and the Falcon- Bucky/Lennon one shot

Sweet as Georgia Peach- Band of Brothers- prequel story to Courage Under Fire. Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Oh My, My Love- Elvis- Two Shot- part 1, part 2

London Blue- Band of Brothers- one shot- Liebgott/ Liv- set after D-Day

London Grey- Band of Brothers- one shot- Nixon/Liv

Undercover- One Chicago- parts 2,3,4

[tonystarkbingo]

TSB Round 7 - Week 10!

It's a party weekend, and we've got lots of great fills so celebrate! Check them out below.

Collaborator: scottxlogan Card Number: 7017 Square Filled: S5 - Black Panther Title: Waking Up To Forever (Chapter 2) Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Word Count: 7528 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Supernatural Elements, Multiverse, Established Relationship, Adult Content, Angst and Romance, Honeymoon, Dreams and Nightmares, Parent Tony Stark, Sexual content Summary: Tony and Bucky spend their honeymoon at a special place where they share alone time together and reveal secrets along the way that guide them towards a different path in the name of saving the future.

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Collaborator: scottxlogan Card Number: 70147 Square Filled: R2 - "I'm Sorry" Title: What If We...? Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark/Steve Rogers Word Count: 3361 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, AvX Fix-It Fic, Mention of the X-Men, Friends to Lovers, Feelings Realization, Implied Sexual Content Summary: Caught up in deciding what to do about the problem of the Phoenix returning to the world again and causing chaos, Tony offers Steve a suggestion to prevent a war between the Avengers and the X-Men from happening. It sounds like the perfect plan, but along the way Tony finds that perhaps there's something more beyond saving the world with Steve that he's looking to find in their conversation.

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Collaborator: May Card Number: 7031 Square Filled: R2 - Pepperony Title: Strawberry Shortcake Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 2012 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Misunderstandings Summary: When Steve overhears a conversation between Nat and Tony about Tony being in love with someone he works with, his brain jumps to the conclusion that he is in love with Pepper. His curiosity getting the better of him, he finds himself crouched behind a couch in Pepper's office, listening in on her and Tony... This can not end well, can it?

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: S4 - "Are you there yet?" Title: A Sugar-Coated Pill - Chapter 5 Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Bucky Word Count: 1247 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: No Powers AU, Omegaverse, Sugar Daddy AU, Political Campaigns, Amputee!Bucky, Alpha!Bucky, young!Tony, Omega!Tony, demisexual!Bucky, unexpected rut, Making Out, Alpine Likes Tony, nesting, oral sex, love confessions Summary: Bucky and Tony continue the foreplay, eventually making it to the bedroom, where something finally clicks for Bucky.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: T1 - "Tony, no. Tony, yes!" Title: Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - July Round Robin Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony & Pepper, Tony/Steve Word Count: 616 (my parts) Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Insecurity, Miscommunication, Avengers Tower, Avengers Family, Karaoke, Love Confessions Summary: After missing an Assemble call, Tony thinks the team has gotten tired of his burning the candle at both ends. Turns out that's not what made things a little tense after all.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: R3 - Retirement Title: Set A Course For Adventure Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Steve Word Count: 1078 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Established Relationship, Retirement, Vacation, Anniversary Summary: To celebrate their 15th anniversary as well as Steve’s retirement from active duty, Steve and Tony’s friends send them on a mystery cruise; the two of them are initially less than thrilled.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: A4 - Historical Title: Seduction and Abduction; Collusion and Retribution - Chapter One Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Steve Word Count: 969 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Young Tony Stark, Kidnapping, POV Alternating Summary: Anthony gets swept off his feet by a handsome, charming stranger who in the light of day turns out to be a pirate captain. But - as Stephen soon learns – Anthony is more than just a pawn to be exchanged for an imprisoned member of the Saucy Peggy’s crew.

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Collaborator: tinystark616 Card Number: 7008 Square Filled: A2 - Present Tense Title: So Wrong, So Good Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 3020 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: PWP, Masturbation, hand jobs, blow jobs, deep throat, come eating Summary: Steve and Tony are on vacation with the team and are forced to share a room. The problem is that Steve can't resist touching himself while Tony's asleep. Of course, Tony wakes up and catches him.

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Collaborator: SomeSortofItalianRoast Card Number: 7012 Square Filled: T3 - Time Travel Title: Just This Once (Everybody Lives) [Chapter 1] Link: AO3 Pairings: Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark; pre Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 1002 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Canon Compliant with Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Everybody Lives Summary: The “clink” of Thanos snapping a useless metal glove was hilarious in retrospect, but terrifying as it happened. And then… “And I am Iron Man.”

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Collaborator: SomeSortofItalianRoast Card Number: 7012 Square Filled: K5 - Gerald the Alpaca Title: Coda: Gerald the Alpaca? Link: AO3 Pairings: Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark; pre Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 450 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Canon Compliant with Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Everybody Lives Summary: And so he’d done the crazy billionaire thing and retreated from the world. Just him and his workshop. And now a mischievous alpaca.

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Collaborator: endlesstwanted Card Number: 7010 Square Filled: A3 - Free space Title: A Change Of Plans Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Word Count: N/A, it's a moodboard Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: No Powers AU, Los Angeles, Photography Summary: The thing was easy: fly to L.A., get the photoshoot done, and then fly back home to rant to Sharon about it. Of course, drummer Bucky Barnes isn’t expecting to develop feelings for Tony, the attractive peculiar man behind the camera with whom he spends a magic weekend.

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Collaborator: endlesstwanted Card Number: 7010 Square Filled: R3 - WinterIron Title: Somewhere You’d Rather Be Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Word Count: 1369 Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: No Powers AU, Living Together, Lingerie, Masturbation Summary: In the middle of the heatwave, the only thing Tony’s willing to wear is his lingerie. This is both a good thing and a bad one for Bucky, who is trying to work from home.

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[novelmonger]

🦈🌻🍬🚦

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

Lol, the last time I answered a question like this, I was accused of being racist for saying that Sam Wilson is funny and emotionally stable XD

But as I think about it now, I suppose the real answer is that the toughest characters for me to write are snarky geniuses. The main ones I've had occasion to write would be Sherlock Holmes and Tony Stark. For one thing, they're much more intelligent than I am, so that's hard to write, and also their areas of expertise are very far removed from my own. Then, at least in Tony's case, I always feel the need to reference pop culture in some way - but not the nerdy stuff I would actually know about. Tony's always dropping references to movies I haven't seen or bands I don't listen to or something, so it takes a lot of effort to figure out what to make him say, and both he and Sherlock have this mocking way of talking a lot of the time that doesn't come naturally to me. I don't feel like I've ever really gotten either of their voices quite right.

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

Less than I used to, I think. These days, I usually only read my own stuff when someone comments, "I love how you did XYZ!" And then I'm like, "Wait, I did XYZ?" and of course I have to go read it to see what they're talking about :P By the way, I'm not counting reading back over earlier portions of whatever WIP I'm in the middle of. That's just part of the writing process.

🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

From my FFNet profile:

So yes, I would say so XD

I only have one fic apiece for Wolf's Rain, Castle in the Sky, Death Note, Prince of Persia, Oddworld, Lovely Complex, Tsubasa Chronicle, Professor Layton, Supernatural, Star Wars, WordGirl, Daredevil, Avengers, and Dororo, so that goes without saying. Here are the others:

Final Fantasy X - Someday the Dream Will End My novelization of the game. Please note the date this was published and realize I was sixteen the last time I touched this thing ^^' It is very far beneath my current standards, but it's what got me into writing fanfiction in the first place, and it taught me so much about how stories work, how to write novel-length works, and also a lot of my preferences when it comes to writing and posting fanfic, specifically.

Harry Potter - Change I don't actually like any of my HP fics very much, if I'm being honest. I wrote most of them ages and ages ago, so the writing isn't very good, and I don't think I handled the few good ideas I had with the delicacy they required. So I picked this one because I wrote it much later than all the rest, so it's at least fairly competent. It's just a little exploration of a headcanon about how the broken Hogwarts House system could be tweaked to not be quite so divisive and counter-productive.

Full Metal Alchemist - The Ultimate Sacrifice Oh my gosh, I've written so many FMA fics over the years, it's almost impossible to pick x.x Some of them are really old and not very well written, some have really good ideas but my skill at the time is holding them back, some are quite good but...are they my favorite? In the end, I decided to go with this oneshot because it was burning a hole in my brain for years before I finally got it written down, and I think it still holds up okay seven years later. Basically, it's an AU that explores what it would be like if Ed uses his love for Al as the toll to get Al's body back. Super angsty, lots of tears, it's great! :D

ICO - Piaculum My novelization of the game, written after the official one was published in Japan but a good three years before it was ever translated to English, so that's how I justified writing it ^^' I didn't really know what I was doing. Parts of it are still kind of good, and I like how I dealt with certain themes and drew in connections to Shadow of the Colossus. But yeah, if you want a book that contains the story of my favorite game of all time, just go read Castle in the Mist by Miyuki Miyabe instead.

Legend of Zelda - One Hundred Beats A 100 Themes fic centered around the friendship of Link and Navi. I wrote this whole thing during one of the busiest and most exhausting periods of my life, and I'll always be impressed by past-me for doing that. I also really like some of the stories I came up with for it, especially all the AUs. Most importantly of all, brainstorming one chapter led me to the headcanon that healed the pain of what they did (or didn't do) with Navi in the canon, and for that I will always love this fic.

Sherlock - Memento Mori One of my kidlock oneshots, an AU where John and Sherlock met as kids. This one deals with the death of Sherlock's dog Redbeard (needless to say, it's quite different from the canon). Personally, I think this is the best one of my kidlock fics.

Captain America - Make Me Whole Obviously! This is the fic that took over my life and changed me irrevocably. For the first time ever, after so many years of writing just to get the ideas out and because no one else was doing it, this time I had a story where, even if ten other people came out of the woodwork with the exact same concept who were much better writers than me, I wanted to be the one to write it. I really got the sense that God wanted me to write this story, and I've seen the fruit of that over and over again. And, of course, without this fic I wouldn't be writing the mammoth WIP I'm working on now.

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

You know, I've always said that bittersweet endings are my favorite. Endings like LotR, where the good guys win and evil is defeated, but not without great cost. But as I think through some of the endings I've been most satisfied about in my own writing, I think I need to fine-tune that. I think my favorite kind of ending is a particular brand of bittersweet, where it's not exactly "the Shire has been saved, but not for me." It's more like "we've been hurt, and we're not okay yet, but I think we will be." To me, that's the most realistic kind of ending you can get, because that's the way our lives are. (Not that I don't appreciate a good, completely happy ending where everybody lives happily ever after!)

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