#taliyah x reader

[heckinhacker]

Return of 'more Taliyah content' from one or two breaks ago, or perhaps Ahri/reader/Nidalee (cute and hot) threesome content, or 'something that speaks to you, with Ori' #h4ck :3

A/N: Oh, I remember you! I said back then you can request Taliyah content but just to add some prompt. I'm happy that you sticked around long enough to see my silly post at least! Hi hello welcome back!! I'm not sure if I'll in the end will stick around and write properly but I'm glad you took participation in my silly little event.

Taliyah x Reader - general relationship headcanons

Oh my gosh I LOVE TALIYAH SO MUCH!!!

Give this girl some more appreciation pLEASE

She's the one who falls in love first and falls HARDER for sure

She met you randomly, she can't even put a finger when your paths crossed, but some time later she just knew she had big feelings for you.

You know how in-game she says to Ekko line that goes like: "Did the earth move for you too? Did I just say that out loud?" Because she's so OBVIOUS and so cute plsss

She mutters something similiar at you when she meets you but since you did not know her, or not heard enough of her at the said time, you were just left confused--

Taliyah couldn't look you in the face for a next week

She just wanted to burry herself in the ground and for it to swallow her whole

What is the funniest part? She could arrange that! But instead of suffocating herself underground she wanted to try again...

And she did! She hit you up properly...

Well, as properly as Yasuo, out of all people, could give her advice how to

HAHA n e ways---

She became friends with you easily (or with some difficulties but come on, how can you NOT let in such precious girl like her!!)

And she pins over you, as she feels, for hundreds of years. Oh how she yearns...

It would take you to be blind or really really really really REAAAALLLY oblivous not to catch into her feelings sooner than she confesses.

You might have your own reasons for not approaching her first even though having some sort of idea. Like...not being sure? Not wanting to draw conclusions, or eventually just being afraid of making first move even though it would be the safest dive for it you could ever imagine.

Something was stopping you, and Tali thought she was SLICK--

Nuh-uh, honey, you were anything BUT sneaky about it.

She slipped once, you acted like you did not catch into her intentions for her own good...

Then she does again and she loses faith in herself and in the fact that you might hold ANY kind of bigger feelings towards her.

Oh how wrong she was.

But her wondering made her go insane, slowly but surely, and she got adviced smartly:

" Life is too short to overthink. You should make a move. It's better to regret that you failed instead of regretting you never made a move."

At first I thought it would be Yasuo saying that, her master, but maybe that were Ekko's words? It fits his wisdom and experience.

Going back to main topic-

Advice was smart, and Taliyah was also smart, she decided...'yeah, he was right. Maybe I should go and do that!'

"...but maybe tommorow."

She had inner war going in her head that went: "I think I chickened out" thought VS "It's best I take proper care of myself and then try to confess".

Thankfully she did not wait for longer, just really did her hair neatly, made sure she's nice and clean and ready to go! She had little speech made up in her mind too

(Girl really practiced in front of a mirror for this)

She did cute little speech of how she adores you. I would love to add how it went but it would be really dependant on your characteristics like looks and personality, but she finishes with:

"Throughout everything I kept on thinking of you and loving you! Loving you so much I've got too much restless nights to think my words through. And...phew- I really hope that even if you hypothetically wouldn't return my feelings, that...well...that we could stay friends. Is that possible, maybe...?"

Of course it was! Taliyah is such a sweet girl, gentle soul, why wouldn't anyone at least stay friends with her?

But in this scenario you love her back so!!

You accept, and you can see that little sparkle in her eye, and the transition from shy to very happy!!

She hugs you very tightly and thanks you over and over again. What for? You don't have the heart to ask her, but thankfully she answers for herself

"Thank you for loving me, I wouldn't ever...imagine that, but that's such a happy ending for the situation! Could I maybe...call myself your girlfriend now?"

The answer was yes, she could indeed!

Dating Taliyah left you entertained, and even more importantly, left you feeling loved. Very loved.

Ever since day one she wasn't afraid to grab your hand and hold it, or hug you, or at least kiss your cheek, but she always made sure that you were okay with that.

If you wanted to take things slow, she would stood down for you.

What was great about Taliyah is the fact that even if you wouldn't speak up for yourself about being uncomfortable she would notice. She knows you well enough, after all. You didn't go from strangers to lovers, you were friends before.

So no matter what kind of pace you want, Taliyah makes dating her the best experience you've ever had.

She does a lot of thoughtful surprises, like waiting for you with relaxing hangout including massages, soft talks in a candlelight...you'd always say she's pampering you, but trust me when I say (and also she says so herself) that she enjoys herself while sharing such intimate moment with you too.

She would call it her favourite kind of dates, actually.

She prefers more casual dates than very official ones, but she would take you out if you wanted. Just not as often as you'd think. Maybe out of special events like your future anniversaries, your birthday, any other special event you'd think of as special.

Very enjoys PDA, if you're against it you have to speak up pretty early about it.

She doesn't want to show it not to guilttrip you even on accident, but she gets pouty when she cannot even touch you.

Kisses your hands and nose the most, enjoys eskimo kisses too! She kisses you on the lips only after you've shared your special first kiss together!

She once asked you not to bring her flowers because she can't take care of them no matter how hard she had tried, yet is the one to buy you flowers or flower bouquet. She's totally the type to keep one flower in a vase beside her bed to keep in check how your flowers are doing. Is always too early with a fresh batch because her flower dies faster than your actual bouquet. You could say that she keeps you in stock of flower bouquets, by pure accident.

She travels a lot, and really hopes that you would travel with her. If you wouldn't, on the other hand, she would respect your decision and would do anything to get back to you as soon as she could.

She wants to marry you one day, and has high hopes that you'd agree to marry her in the future. Yet as always, she will respect your choices no matter what they are. She wants to marry, sure, but if that's something you're against, she wants you more than that tradition.

No relationship is perfect and you have conflicts between you. But...Taliyah makes it impossible to call it a fight. Yes, she does lose her temper sometimes, but she never said something that might've hurt you real bad. The most offensive thing she said was once "Well you're stupid to think so!" Because you felt jealous and it went kind of downhill

She even apologises for it because she considers you very smart but she felt like you did not trust her in your relationship and love that she devoted for you and you only.

She talks a lot, and I mean A LOT. She has no idea there is such a thing as comfortable silence, she just fills room up with her bubble talk!

So when you need peace and quiet you have to tell her, she'd understand.

Overall she loves you dearly 🥺

And that's it for now! I'm out of ideas and requests was very general. I wanted to write for Tali since I got this blog and it was a great opportunity, thanks for giving it to me!

[popawritter12]

Yandere! Morgana x Star Guardian! Reader

Yandere Characters: Morgana.

𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞/𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚 or 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨game:League of Legends, Star Guardians skin series. Case: Kidnapping, manipulation and drugs. Part:1 of 1 Requirement: Yes

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The dark was still something you dreaded; Since you were little, you wanted to be strong above all, but it was impossible for you. Even when you became the third known male Star Guardian, you always concealed that irrational phobia of the dark, because you didn't want other people to take you for a weakling or a fag.

You knew that none of them was going to criticize your way of acting in the face of darkness, but that insecurity was never something you could control, it was always as if your mind was slowly submerged in an ocean of fear and pure terror, reaching the point of touching with a panic attack when you were not accompanied by someone

The only one who knew about this was Ekko, who is your best friend from childhood. He always supported you and sought to give you the greatest security when you are with him, he was an excellent friend to you.

And maybe that was why the times she kept you captive in that always dark room only caused your sanity to decay faster.

As your head rested on the woman's lap, she caressed your face with her fingertips and the edge of her fingernails.

It had only been 5 months since you disappeared, your best friends were now quite nervous about what happened to you. Taliyah, one of the closest women to you after your mother and your relatives, was the last to see you, as she confronted Morgana when she tried to kidnap you, but in the end, she did not have enough strength to defeat her, and at In the end she ended up in the hospital, almost in intensive care.

But it was all useless, you tried to defend yourself when she locked you up, but you didn't have to be very smart to realize that you had a phobia of the dark, it was strange for her to see you so trembling when I turned off the lights, you even screamed in fear, trying to pull the chains abruptly, and exerting strength on your legs to be able to run when she slowly closed the door, and that had only been the first night there.

That night, while she arranged the papers from the stupid school in which she had to pretend to be a teacher, she remembered your moment of panic, for which a sadistic smile graced her face as her hands went to her cheeks, exerting some pressure on her cheeks. of the happiness I felt at that moment.

She had found a way to finally bring you down, to bend you to the point where you would break and be hers, a pretty little doll of her, which she could use and caress until she finally crushed the Star Guardians.

She also used your best friends and your best friend, Ekko, to manipulate you and force you to accept being with her, that day she gave small jumps of happiness while she remembered how you cried in her arms and sticking your head to her chest with affection, passing the tips of his fingers for your back and your hair, in turn that you repeated;

---No, no, don't do anything to them…

The mere fact of remembering that she was in charge of comforting you like a girlfriend comforts her boyfriend in difficult moments gave her an emotion capable of making her give a small cry of euphoria that she felt.

Maybe you were already at the beginning of Stockholm syndrome? That, although she did not know him, seemed perfect to make you fall.

And the emotion that the simple fact of remembering each moment full of sweetness between the two of you gave her haunted her for even more than 5 months, if she could kiss every part of your skin, adore your eyes and make an altar uniquely and exclusively for each of you. In the moment she was spending with you, she would, but she was too busy taking out the Star Guardians, so it's going to take a little longer, but she has plans for the future, when she finally finds you and her son in your arms. , or something similar is what he fantasizes about.

She doesn't know how many millennia it had been since she first felt this way, but she loved him. Even if she knew that you weren't immortal, that one day you would die and she would have to look for you again, she would do it a thousand times more just to feel close to her.

Remembering that, she clings her nails to your hair a little more, while you slept peacefully on her lap, she wanted to have you there for the rest of eternity, and she would do that.

Even if before humans were only a toy for her, now she loved that a human as weak as you is that she fell madly in love with her.

Because for her, the fact that you are weak and easy to break was something almost exquisite for her, she smiled the moment she saw you in a ball on the ground, almost resisting the urge to throw herself on top of you and hug you with all her might, and it's also because of that can not stop giving you love.

In its

storm of thoughts, you woke up out of nowhere, realizing that you were in her lap, so you felt the blood rise to your cheeks almost instantly and you moved a little away from her.

Out of fright, she looked at you, trying to understand what had happened to you, your face had been reluctant and disgusted by the situation, your body language only gave the signal for her to move away, and you touched your head with both hands, with some concern , Before talk.

---W-What are you supposed to do? ---It was what you asked.

---she was letting you sleep on my lap, isn't that what a good girlfriend does? --- She mentioned, changing her face to an irritated one.

She pressed her fingers into her palm, exerting force on her knuckles from your sudden rebellion.

---No, don't do it anymore ---You answer, getting up from the chair in which they were.

Her anger showed her characteristics, her brow furrowed, she tightened her grip on hers and suddenly got up from the chair.

--- Why isn't she supposed to do it anymore? --- she asked you, this time approaching you.

---I never asked you to do it ---You answer, stepping back.

She gets even angrier, her shackles lift off the ground, and her wings flutter slightly.

--- (Name), you better not answer me like that --- she hints at you, claiming that she was on the brink of attack.

---What will you do if I don't listen to you? I can speak, as long as I have my tongue, I will use it to tell you over and over again; I don't love you, and I never will.” You challenge her, pointing your finger at her.

Then, a smile escapes from her lips, before speaking back to you.

---You don't remember our basement, do you? --- she tells you, moving her head a little to the side of her.

But you didn't panic, you didn't even back down, you just scoffed.

---Your little fucking basement is not going to do anything to me, Morgana ---It was what you answered.

At that moment, she noticed that you weren't acting like you normally did after repeatedly threatening and manipulating you, you weren't behaving properly. And that seemed irritating to him.

Before she could speak, she remembered what she had worn a week ago on you; drugs.

A strong substance and only known to her and Syndra; Slab heart.

In most humans, she found that it was perfect for them to fall in love with the first person they see after consuming it, but it seems to have had a negative effect on you.

At that moment, she watched as you rushed towards her, almost in a state of absolute rage, as if you were ready to kill her.

At that moment, one of her chains grabbed your arms and attached them to your body instantly, encircling your entire back and abdomen in the process. Then, she forced you to stay suspended in the air due to her shackles.

--- I see that I shouldn't have used that crap on you, but it doesn't bother me, I know how to get it out of you --- She mentioned, snorting from the anger she had kept.

She took you to a separate room, in which everything was pure white, where there were only two pieces of furniture; a bed, and a small shelf with a lamp above it, which could illuminate a lot. She left you there bound with chains on your wrists and ankles, until she finally finds a cure for the strange negative effect she had on you.

She, before closing the door, with a heavy sigh and taking one of her hands to her forehead, said:

---This is going to be a very long day.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

hello! thank you so much for doing my matchups (you matched me with aphelios and sero). i really liked them uwu! but anyways, can you do some cuddling headcanons for taliyah and neeko from league of legends? i love them both cause they’re so adorable and they deserve more love imo.

I’m so glad you liked it!!!

---TALIYAH

Taliyah is an adventurous person that has so many things to do and so many places to explore all the time, that she tends to get herself exhausted without realising, so she most often than not needs a huge dose of battery recharge...

IN THE FORM OF WARM CUDDLES!

She would get everything prepared in advance, as in enough food, snacks, drinks, movies to watch and you to have enough free time for her little self-indulging.

When everything is perfectly set up, she’ll turn off the light, close the curtains, start the movie and cuddle up to you and won’t let go unless she needs to go to the toilet or something like that.

Everything is so calm and peaceful, she doesn’t run on 1000 km/s, her heart isn’t beating like she’s surfing on a rock down a huge mountain and she has no responsibility to stress her out.

Her mind is completely set on you and your time spent together.

When she feels like it, Taliyah would like to chat with you briefly, ask about your days when she wasn’t around, and in turn, she’ll tell you about her adventures and what cool things she encountered on her journeys, which is when she’ll remember the souvenir she wanted to gift you.

All in all, she’s incredibly grateful to have someone as understanding as you, who also loves cuddles and doesn’t mind having chill days in spent with doing absolutely nothing and just being lazy.

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NEEKO

Neeko is...A lot less organised than Taliyah, and a lot more talkative than her, so be prepared.

As soon as she gets home to you, she’ll jump on you, latching her arms, legs and tail around you like a koala would, nuzzling her nose in the crook of your neck, giggling a lot, potentially tickling you.

When you take her to bed so you could chill, Neeko would keep on ranting of what super cute things she found while out, what new colours and emotions she discovered-

And oh, how could she forget!

She’ll take out a beautiful flower and out it in her hair, so you two could match!

It will take a while for Neeko to calm down and completely get drained of energy, but when she does, she’ll just cling on to you with a serene and tired smile on her face, her eyes barely half open.

She’s practically begging you with her eyes to play and stroke her hair and when you do that, she’ll wag her tail a bit and would fall asleep faster than ever before.

You won’t be able to escape Neeko’s grasp no matter how much you try, or need to go to the toilet, but honestly, she’s so cute, it doesn’t even matter anymore.

Just before she falls asleep, she will give you a cute eskimo kiss, rubbing her nose to yours, and then it’s basically all systems shut down, she’s asleep and she’s muttering soft words.

Mainly your name and how much she loves you and wants to go out with you and explore the world more.

[runeterrankhaleesi]

To fill that hole, can I ask a headcanon with Taliyah and a similar girl like her but as an Iceborn?

[A/N: Hello darling, I apologize for making you wait, but thank you for your patience. Here is your lovely Taliyah. Thank you for making a request. You may ask again for more.]

Headcanons of Taliyah with a Female Iceborn who's Similar to Her

You hated the desert, it was too hot. Unlike the Freljord.

You hated the sands, your feet would sink every time you took a step. Unlike the frozen lakes where you would slide across the surface.

You didn’t like Shurima. As being a Freljordian, you were accustomed to the cold, not to the hear.

But, you could never NOT like your love one-Taliyah.

She was your sunshine (as cheesy as it might sound, it's true).

She was cute as a button.

You loved the freckles adorning her face, her tanned skin, her soft-to-the-touch brown hair.

And most of all, her power.

You were at awe at how she was able to bend rocks to her will.

In a way, it was similar to your power. Only that you controlled blocks of ice instead of rocks.

One of your favorite bonding time with Taliyah was dueling with her-competiting to see who has the best power.

But at the end of the day, it only ends up in making funny statues and laughs.

✨~Requests are open!~✨

[riftimagines]

If requests are open, may I ask for some sfw Taliyah x Reader headcanons?

She honestly needs more love. I’m so happy she got that Pool Party skin it looks so nice!

NOTE: I know she’s a teen in cannon so because I’m not comfortable shipping her as a teen with an unknown aged person I’m making these Headcanons with her being OF AGE. So uh I hope you still like these!

Taliyah x Reader

-Taliyah is a bit inexperienced in romance and gets fairly flustered when she realizes she likes you. She’ll be so nervous about asking to court you but she’s a brave girl and asks you anyway with a red face. She’ll be so excited when you say yes and hug you immediately.

-She is protective of her people. In her travels she’s seen the dangers that lurk out passed the dunes and she will do anything to protect it and you. You two are together that means she must protect you too.

-She is still uncertain of why she has her gift. Seeing as she did not finish her training with Yasuo she is still left with so many questions and insecurities. She will greatly appreciate any words of wisdom or comfort you may have. Even if it’s not the best wisdom or you stumble over your words it’ll still make her smile and feel better because it’s you trying your best to help her.

-Dispute her being older she is still a curious and excitable soul. Her love of rock surfing and finding new things never fades. She’ll drag you along with her so you can both experience those joys together. (She goes very slow on the rock surfing though. She doesn’t want you getting hurt)

-Taliyah knows a lot of different crafts found though out her tribe. She will happily teach you so you too can help because in Shurima ever pair of hands is valuable. Also you two can make little things for each other and make each other look wonderful.

-One of her favorite things to to with you is to watch the stars. You’ll go out a small distance away from the caravan, but not too far it’s out of sight, and she’ll make a stone spire for you both to lay on and be closer to the twinkling lights above. It gives her the best feeling when you two are cuddled close and telling stories of the constellations that are dazzling above.

[edgyspooks]

League of Legends masterlist

😳 better sooner than when i have 500 posts that i need to index somehow

It’s below cuz it made for a super long post

Aatrox NSFW alphabet - A, T, R, O, X

Ahri Adoptive mother headcanons

Akali S/O kicks a guy in a bar

Akshan

Alistar

Amumu

Anivia

Annie

Aphelios General headcanons Aphelios x Childhood Friend Reader S/O who hides in a barrel S/O captured by the Solari Aphelios x Solari NSFW Alphabet - A, P, H, E, L, I, O, S

Ashe

Aurelion Sol

Azir

Bard

Blitzcrank

Brand

Braum

Caitlyn

Camille

Cassiopeia

Cho'Gath

Corki

Darius SFW Alphabet - J Falling for a recruit NSFW Alphabet - B, K, X, Y

Diana

Dr. Mundo

Draven SFW Alphabet - J (x Tamara) NSFW Alphabet - I (x Tamara)

Ekko

Elise

Evelynn

Ezreal S/O who hides in a barrel

Fiddlesticks

Fiora

Fizz

Galio

Gangplank

Garen SFW Alphabet - J (x Katarina) NSFW Alphabet - I (x Katarina)

Gnar

Gragas

Graves

Gwen

Hecarim

Heimerdinger

Illaoi

Irelia

Ivern

Janna

Jarvan IV

Jax

Jayce S/O who hides in a barrel

Jhin

Jinx

Kai'Sa

Kalista

Karma

Karthus

Kassadin

Katarina SFW Alphabet - J (x Garen) NSFW Alphabet - I (x Garen)

Kayle

Kayn Dating Kayn headcanons

Kennen

Kha'Zix

Kindred

Kled

Kog'Maw

LeBlanc

Lee Sin

Leona

Lillia Shooting stars (Lillia x Quinn meme fic) Adoptive mother headcanons

Lissandra Meeting a magical being who knows how to banish the void

Lucian

Lulu

Lux SFW Alphabet - A Ethereal being tells her about elemental planes

Malphite

Malzahar

Maokai

Master Yi

Miss Fortune

Mordekaiser

Morgana

Nami

Nasus

Nautilus

Neeko

Nidalee

Nocturne

Nunu and Willump

Olaf

Orianna

Ornn

Pantheon

Poppy

Pyke “You’re not on the list” (Pyke x reader)

Qiyana

Quinn Shooting stars (Lillia x Quinn meme fic)

Rakan SFW Alphabet - A (x Xayah) NSFW Alphabet - I (x Xayah)

Rammus

Rek'Sai

Rell

Renekton

Rengar

Riven

Rumble

Ryze

Samira

Sejuani

Senna

Seraphine

Sett S/O who hides in a barrel S/O kicks a guy in a bar SFW Alphabet - A NSFW Alphabet - K, S

Shaco

Shen Shen as a father General headcanons 3 headcanons meme - 😳

Shyvana

Singed

Sion

Sivir

Skarner

Sona Adoptive mother headcanons

Soraka Adoptive mother headcanons

Swain SFW Alphabet - J NSFW Alphabet - J, M, W

Sylas

Syndra

Tahm Kench

Taliyah

Talon S/O who hides in a barrel Blackwood!S/O kicks a guy in a bar

Taric

Teemo

Thresh SpiritBlossom!S/O who hides in a barrel

Tristana

Trundle

Tryndamere

Twisted Fate S/O who hides in a barrel NSFW Alphabet - K, S

Twitch

Udyr

Urgot

Varus

Vayne Vayne turned into a monster A slave to monsterkind

Veigar

Vel'Koz

Vex

Vi

Viego The Endless Chase(Part 1) The Endless Chase(Part 2) Soulmate AU - Viego x Reader

Viktor

Vladimir Academy!S/O who hides in a barrel Academy!S/O kicks a guy in a bar

Volibear

Warwick Where the monsters belong

Wukong

Xayah SFW Alphabet - A (x Rakan) NSFW Alphabet - I (x Rakan)

Xerath

Xin Zhao

Yasuo S/O who hides in a barrel

Yone S/O who hides in a barrel Academy!S/O kicks a guy in a bar

Yorick

Yuumi

Zac

Zed

Ziggs

Zilean

Zoe

Zyra

[liliesinrequiem]

The Book and a Cocktail

A/N: I saw the pool party Sett skin and the one tweet about cocktails and I just felt infused with the inspiration. Is this my best? Probably not but I love Sett and ahhhhhh. This is kinda disjointed and not the best at all and I’m sorry. Also, my summary is awful and I’m so sorry about that. 

Pairing: Sett x Reader

Summary: A day at the beach, you want to finish a novel, but things keep interrupting you. 

CW: Implications of sex. Nothing explicit, though! 

“Are you just gonna stay here all day?” asked your boyfriend. You shielded your eyes as you stared up at the man. The novel in your hand was just getting good and you refused to break away from it. He’d managed to convince you to go to the beach and you had chosen to spend the day in the shade and not in the sweltering heat. 

“Yes,” you curtly answered, “Is there a problem?” 

“How’s spending the day reading a book better than catching some rays and riding waves?” Sett had crouched down to be closer to your eye level. Or closer to figuring out what book you were reading since you’d been keeping it a secret. 

“Listen. Leona lent me this book for the day and I gotta crunch it all in because otherwise, I miss out on the chance of finishing it. Besides, don’t you have other things to be doing, Mr. Lifeguard?” you asked as you pulled the book closer to you and far away from his ever-approaching grasp. 

He laughed before saying, “You got me there, babe. Fine. I’ll let you be.” You watched him walk away before turning your attention back to the book.

Right as you found your place, you heard someone scream “watch out” before you felt a ball smash into your head. Thankfully, no sand got into your face but volleyballs hit hard. You blearily saw Syndra run up and ask if you were fine as she retrieved the ball. You only nodded as you regained your senses and tried to look back at your book. The ache soon subsided and you continued reading.

Some chapters later, you heard commotion on the left side of the beach and saw Taric jump down from his lifeguard seat and start running...to the right side of the beach. “Taric!” you yelled in an attempt to get his attention. “Wrong way!” The warnings and redirections went unnoticed until another beachgoer joined into your screaming that got the lifeguard running in the right direction. Whether the person in need of assistance was truly alright or not was an uncertainty that you would rather keep. What number strike was that on his chart?

Your eyes read the lead up to the romantic confession when Taliyah interrupted up to you and asked for help. Her hair had gotten a bit jostled around from suffering earlier and the tie in it had been shifted around and was falling off. “Come here,” you said and worked on adjusting her hair to be more stable for when she entered the waves again. “There.” 

No sooner did you turn back to your book that Syndra’s voice alerted you once again of incoming danger. At least you were not hurt and managed to dodge the ball coming to your direction. You returned to the love story after handing the ball back to her. 

Before you continued reading, Zoe came up to you and asked to build a sand castle with her. “Sure, why not?” As much as you hated getting sand all over you, her puppy-dog eyes made it hard to refuse and you found yourself spending some time in creating sand designs. When you returned to your book, you found yourself being interrupted again by something else. This time, it happened to be Heimerdinger.

“No, I am not sure how that would work, Heimerdinger.” You had repeated the sentence so many times to the point where you just knew that he was not listening to you. His initial question about the sand castle (after having seen the masterpiece that you and Zoe had made) had devolved into ramblings about sound structure building and other things that you could not think of properly. You had stopped paying attention at some point and felt agitated that you were unable to finish the book. You were so close. 

By the time that he had finished rambling, you noticed the sun going down. Leona had managed to track you down, even though you prayed she would not, and gotten the book back. You lied about it being good and it seemed like a decent enough answer to the woman. She promised to lend you the sequel sometime. If only that mattered to you when you didn’t know the ending of the first one. You stood dejectedly with your beach items, waiting for your boyfriend. “Are you all ready to leave?” asked Sett, walking up to where you were. 

“I guess...” you trailed off. Leona had long since left the beach and all courage to ask her to borrow it again had gone down the drain as she had left. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he pulled you into his arms. “Was the book not good?” 

“Actually, I wasn’t even able to finish the book….It’s like people kept deciding to interrupt me with everything. At this point, Syndra and her volleyballs are absolute liabilities,” you rambled. 

You stopped talking as he chuckled. “What?” you asked, looking up at him. 

“Nothing, nothing. If you’re so bothered by not finishing the book, I’ll get it for you. How’s that sound?” he said. 

“Really?” you asked. You hated asking him for things but you wanted that book so badly. You needed to know the ending. 

He nodded. “Thank you so much,” you said, pecking his cheek. He always managed to resolve things with little stress.

“Not a problem. Now, how about I get you a cocktail to wind down from a stressful day?” asked Sett. 

“A cocktail?” you questioned. You were not sure of any bars that were nearby. Not even the boardwalk had one from what you remembered of the layout. Sett and you weren’t staying in a hotel either so where would the two of you go? 

“Yup, I know just the perfect one.” He started guiding you away from the beach. As the two of you walked, you were still thinking. 

“Cocktails….cocktails...cocktails…” It was when you realized how dangerously low your boyfriend’s hand was on your waist that you realized what he was talking about. 

“Settrigh!”

Not that he lied about the cocktail helping you forget the stress of the day.

[green-eyeddragonfanfiction]

Time: Chapter 9

Summary: Soulmate!AU/Reincarnation!AU. Female!Reader lives in a world where alien invasions and hordes of death robots occur and past lives and soulmates are very real. Like most people, she gets brief glimpses of her past. although a person’s past lives and their current life may have little to nothing in common, soul mates tend to transfer between lives, the core of a person staying the same throughout the eons. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, Steve Rogers x Female!Reader Warnings: Language, angst, unsafe vehicular etiquette (wear your fucking seat belt) Word Count: ~5,444 (Jeez, really? It didn’t feel that long while I was editing it) A/N: I took forever to get chapter 8 out so I’m trying to make it up to you by getting this one out asap. Enjoy, guys. It’s Steve shipping time! And, uh, sorry for this one. It’s a doozy.

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You pushed all of your thoughts about Bucky and Steve to the back of your mind. This would take all of your attention. Airports were tricky when you spoke the language everything was in, but this would be an adventure.

“New York, here I come.”

Dean, bless his heart, had come to pick you up from the airport. He chatted happily the entire way back to the cafe, voice filling the space of his messy SUV. Under his care the cafe was thriving. It was doing just as well if not better than it had while you ran it. He sobered a bit when he talked about the recent events surrounding the Sokovia Accords. Your attention snapped to him when he said there had been reports that the Avengers were duking it out in a southern German airport.

“Wait, didn’t you fly in from there?” he asked, turning to look at you while you were stopped at a red light.

“I flew in from the larger one in west Berlin,” you said.

“Oh, damn. It would have been awesome to see the Avengers fight firsthand. I hope they capture that Barnes dude. I don’t know why Cap is helping him. He’s a monster,” Dean said flippantly.

You grit your teeth. You knew Dean didn’t know any better. “Maybe he has a good reason. I trust Captain America,” you said stiffly.

He gave you a confused look out of the corner of his eye. Although he didn’t know exactly why, he knew you well enough to know he’d pissed you off somehow.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he said amicably. You relaxed a little bit. Dean was a good kid. He didn’t deserve your anger.

“Any more news about the Avengers? Recent news, that is,” you asked.

“Nothing solid, but they’re speculating that The Winter Soldier and Captain America escaped,” he informed you. “And it seems like the rest of the people that helped them are going to be locked up somewhere top secret.”

“People helped them?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah, there was some leaked footage. Let’s see. There was Wanda Maximoff, the magic-y chick that blew up a building a week ago... the Falcon - no shocker there, him and Cap are best friends-... and some dude in a red suit that could get huge and could also disappear. No one knows who he is-,” he said, ticking them off on his hand as he spoke. “Oh, and the archer dude. Hawkeye,” he said, holding up a fourth finger.

“Shit.” Steve is gonna beat himself up over that one, guaranteed.

“Yeah, it’s crazy. They must trust Cap a lot to defend that Barnes dude like that,” he said, shaking his head slightly.

He pulled into the garage that was a block away from the cafe (and your apartment, which was above it). It was easier to park here than look for it on the street. Dean was one of the few people crazy enough to drive in New York. He usually took the subway, but drove occasionally, and you were grateful that he did.

“You’re 22 now, right?” you asked as you exited the car. You went to pull your duffel off of the back seat, but Dean had reached it before you, hauling it out and slinging it over his shoulder. “Thanks,” you said, and he nodded at you, smiling.

“Yeah, why?” he asked.

“Pizza and a six pack enough of a payback for picking me up?” you asked, grinning.

He chuckled as you walked towards the garage exit. The lights flickered, casting odd shadows on the grimy cement walls around you. You hated this garage.You swore you’d get stabbed in here one day. You didn’t want today to be that day, so you walked a little more quickly to the elevators.

“Yeah, that’s more than enough,” he said as he pressed the button to call the elevator. “Everyone’s really excited to see you, you know,” he said, smiling at you as you both stepped into the elevator.

“I’m excited to see them, too. I’m actually a little surprised everyone’s still there. I would have thought they’d be upset I made a nineteen year old look after the shop,” you said, grimacing slightly.

“A couple of them were pretty upset at first, but they saw how long you’d taken to train me. After I took over and they realized I could run the cafe they backed off. Whenever there’s a hiccup some are still quick to blame me, but the rest are pretty level-headed about it,” he said as the elevator climbed floors. It reached street level and you both walked out.

“Well, that’s good. I chose you for a reason,” you said, patting him on the shoulder. He smiled and blushed a little at that. You paused. “Hey, listen. I don’t know how long I’ll be staying. Don’t think you’re done watching over my cafe yet,” you said, a hint of teasing entering your voice as you said the last part.

“Can you really call it your cafe if you haven’t been running it for the last two years?” he asked, equally teasing.

“Whose name is on all of the paperwork?” you asked crossing your arms as you leveled a steely glare at him.

“Yours, but only because they wouldn’t let you sign everything over to a twenty year old,” he said, crossing his arms right back at you.

“Shit, I’d hoped you’d forgotten about that,” you said, uncrossing your arms and slumping slightly.

He laughed at your expense for a minute then sobered. “What’s this about leaving again?” he asked, glancing at you as you turned the corner onto the street the cafe was on.

“Well I’m going to be visiting Brooklyn for the next few days. I don’t entirely know what’ll happen,” you said, wishing you could explain more.

“Uh huh... and can you explain why you’re going to be in Brooklyn?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Uh... I’m hoping to see an old friend there?” you said, hoping he wouldn’t question you further.

He gave you a long stare, silently judging you. “Whatever you say, (Y/N),” he said finally.

Finally, you arrived in front of your store. “Oh, beautiful! How I’ve missed you!” you exclaimed, wrenching open the door to the cafe.

You were immediately bombarded by aproned baristas. You tried to shush them as a few customers shot you dirty looks over their laptop; You’d obviously interrupted some very important screenplay or fanfiction writing.

The girls dragged you to the back of the shop, asking you all kinds of questions about Romania and your flight back, which you happily answered.

“Tadah!” Taliyah said, revealing a beautifully decorated cake with “welcome back” written on it in light blue frosting.

“It’s yellow cake with chocolate frosting, your favorite!” Katelyn helpfully chimed in.

“Not even five minutes back and you’re already trying to get me fat again?” you quipped, grinning at both at them.

“Well if you don’t eat it, I will,” Dean said from behind you.

“Shit, Dean. I totally forgot. Here, lemme take that,” you said, reaching out for your bag. He deftly dodged you and moved to the stairs at the back of the room that led up to the apartment immediately above it. The door to the apartments floors three and above were next to the shop’s entrance, but you were lucky enough to have an entrance to yours linked directly to your shop.

“It’s not a problem. You catch up with Kate and Tali,” he said, throwing you a smile as he went to go throw your stuff upstairs.

“Tell us all about Romania,” Kate said, grabbing a knife from the kitchen area to cut the cake with.

Over the next twenty minutes you talked about your time with your aunt and uncle. Dean joined you back downstairs a few minutes into your stories. You talked about how you worked a merchant stall in an idyllic, quaint old part of Bucharest and how you helped your aunt start up a business. Tali and Kate took turns popping in and out of the cafe to take care of customers and all four of you munched happily on welcome back cake.

“Ok, but you had to have found someone you liked there,” Tali said, grinning eagerly from her spot on a bar stool that she’d parked next to the door to the cafe’s main room.

“Yeah, come on. There had to be a cute guy... or girl?” she asked waggling her eyebrows at you suggestively.

You laughed at the ridiculous face she was making. You wanted to tell them about Bucky so badly, but you couldn’t. Maybe you could tell them about Grant, though? No, it was too risky. “No, no. There was no one, male or otherwise,” you said, smirking at their crestfallen expressions. “I have to get going. It’s been at least two days since I showered,” you said. You sniffed yourself experimentally and wrinkled your nose. Yeah, you were definitely rank. You let out an exaggerated gag for their benefit which made them laugh. They gave you another hug (brave souls) and told you once again how much they missed you.

You trudged up the stairs to your apartment, old stairs creaking under your weight, and locked it behind you. You took a moment to appreciate Dean’s handiwork. It was like you hadn’t even been gone for two years. Although things were still in boxes, it seemed like most of your furniture had been uncovered, the floors swept, and surfaces of things dusted. The bathroom was in a similar state. He’d even located a towel for you. You found your duffel in your bedroom, sitting on top of your bed. You realized he’d found your sheets, too. You supposed you weren’t that surprised. He’d helped you with a lot of you packing. He’d meticulously labeled the boxes of everything that was staying in the apartment. You pulled out your shampoo and body wash. They were some of the few things you’d grabbed from your aunt and uncle’s house before you’d left. You also grabbed a change of clothes, not really looking too closely at what you’d grabbed, and headed to the bathroom. It seemed like Dean had been conscientious enough to run the water for a little while. There was still some water in the base of the tub and when you started the water it ran clean immediately and stayed clean, no rust or dirt in sight. You stripped while you waited for it to heat up.

When it was hot enough you stepped in, closing the curtain behind you. You washed your hair and body quickly, but stood in the spray for a long time. At some point you’d sat down in the bottom of the tub, but you didn’t remember doing that. The panic you’d been obstinately denying and ignoring was clawing its way through your chest.

Steve and Bucky were missing. They’d gone off to who knows where, their friends most likely taken to a prison in Fuckthatville, Godknowswhere. Without Natasha, Fury, or Sharon to tell you what was happening, you were in the dark. You didn’t know if they were alive. For the first time in a long time you stared at the letters on your wrist. Your soul brand usually made your heart ache, but this time it was different. It made you feel even more panic and helpless. Your boys- Rosie’s boys- were out there risking their lives. They always would, you knew. It was in their nature. But not knowing was worse than anything else. Rosie had never lost them, you knew; They’d lost her. Rosie didn’t remember much from the last years of her life. From the few things you could find, it seemed like Rosie had died at the age of sixteen, long before Steve had become the Captain at 23 and Bucky supposedly died at the age of 27. You didn’t know the pain of losing them, but you knew it would break you. Steve had Bucky when you’d died, but the closest you had was Dean, but he was no Bucky to your Steve.

You stood suddenly, nearly losing your balance as blood rushed back to its proper place. You wouldn’t let yourself think like that. They were fine. You’d see Steve and Bucky in a day or two at Rosie’s old Brooklyn home. You strained your mind to try and think of the address. Things not directly relating to Steve were pretty hard to remember. Even Bucky was fuzzy in most of Rosie’s memories. The only reason you remembered as much as you did was because he was always with Steve. The water had gone pretty chilly while you’d been having a silent breakdown in the shower. You shivered as you turned off the water and grabbed your towel.

“They’re okay. They’re gonna be okay,” you said, repeating the mantra as you dried off and got dressed. Your internal clock was telling you it was time to sleep and you agreed. They almost definitely wouldn’t be in the U.S. for at least eight hours. Maybe less if they used some sort of high-tech fancy jet, but you were willing to bet work as dangerous as theirs would hold them up for a bit.

You walked back into your room, freshly showered, and threw the duffel off of your bed and onto the floor. You didn’t even bother to get under the blankets, flopping face-down onto the bed.

“Sleep now. Nothing you can do to help. Brooklyn tomorrow,” you told yourself. Your mind and body were unwilling to rest, but eventually the lack of good sleep and stress-induced fatigue pulled you into dreamland.

You spent the next two days going to Rosie’s old place. Turned out the actual house had been torn down a long time ago and an apartment complex had been erected in its place. But it was still the correct address. Rosie recognized some of the old buildings in the area through your eyes. You’d been through the neighborhood a couple of times before but avoided it on principle. Rosie’s memories were shockingly vivid- almost hallucination-worthy. It was annoying on a good day, jarring and upsetting on a bad day.

You staked out the house at a cafe across the street. Their coffee was crap compared to your place’s, but you drank it just to give yourself something to do. You’d watch people on the street pass by. Certain sounds or feelings would trigger a Rosie memory, and you’d be teleported back eighty years. A breeze played with your hair and tickled your nose and suddenly the road was filled with people and beautiful, curvy classic cars. Nearly all of the men wore suits and hats. The women wore long, modest dresses and their hair was nearly universally short or pinned up on their head. You felt like you were at least two feet shorter and glanced next to you; Steve was laughing brightly at something someone had said. He was still weak and sickly in your memories. He was so different, yet still the same Steve you knew today.

Suddenly the world warped back to the present and you sighed. You hoped more than ever before that they’d be back soon. You were getting tired of Rosie’s visions. Every day you waited made your anxiety heighten. Every day they didn’t return made the long list of their possible fates in your head get even longer, but only one became more and more likely.

Day three brought some relief. You grabbed the paper from the stand at the front of the cafe and nearly dropped your coffee as you read the title.

“Bucky Barnes Innocent of Sokovia Accords Bombing” it read. Your heart thudded in your chest as you took your usual seat that gave you full view of the complex across the street.

You read the article, eyes quickly consuming every word. Due to evidence uncovered by parties unknown, it was made clear to the UN he wasn’t the one responsible for the bombing. Apparently, however, he was still wanted for the murders he committed as the Winter Soldier. You grimaced. You supposed that was to be expected, at least. But at least his name was clear of a crime he didn’t commit. Not that you believed it had truly been Bucky who had committed all of those murders. No, he’d been a brainwashed weapon of Hydra- a gun pointed at whoever they wanted. He was different, now. You’d seen that every day you spent with him. It was in his eyes; his laugh. He was a good man. A truly good one. You sighed as you closed your paper, then glanced up at the complex and nearly choked on your coffee.

Across the road was Steve and the woman you recognized as Wanda Maximoff. He gave you a small wave and then bent over to whisper something in Wanda’s ear as he pointed to you. She gave you a warm smile and waved at you, too. You gave them a tiny wave, your eyes wide with shock. Steve raised an eyebrow at you and motioned for you to come over.

You stood a little too suddenly and the cafe patrons around you gave you funny looks, but you didn’t notice. Steve snorted and covered his mouth with his hand. You could tell he was grinning broadly beneath his hand. Wanda’s smile widened, eyes sparkling with humor.

You crossed the road, checking to make sure it was clear before you stepped off the curb and tried to act as naturally as you could. If Wanda and Steve’s reactions were anything to go by, you were failing spectacularly.

“Stevie!” you said as you hopped up onto the curb and threw yourself into his arms.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said, slightly surprised, but wrapped his arms around you anyway.

He smelled just like Rosie remembered. It was comforting. You let him rub your back gently for a minute, completely content, with no intention of letting go, when Wanda cleared her throat next to you.

You jumped back and away from Steve, startled. Had that been you or Rosie? You couldn’t tell.

“Uh, hi. Wanda, right?” you asked, extending your hand.

She smiled at you and shook your hand. “Yes. It’s (Y/N), correct? I’ve only heard it about fifty times the last few days,” she said, throwing Steve a tight smile.

“Ah, uh... I’m sorry?” you said, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly.

“Oh, don’t be. It was nice seeing that side of Steve and Bucky,” she said, smiling for a second before her face fell.

“Oh, right. Where is Bucky?” you said, looking around for him as though he’d pop out from behind a car or something.

Steve wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“Stevie...?” you said, voice questioning. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, and he closed his mouth again. He tried again, but the same thing happened.

“Steve, don’t tell me he’s-” you began, barely daring to breathe.

“He’s not dead,” he said, finally looking at you. You breathed out a huge sigh of relief, but quickly focused on him again.

“Why isn’t he here, then? Was he worried he’d draw too much attention to himself?” you asked, confused.

“That’s, ah. Well... you see...” Steve rambled, unable to find the words he needed.

“We should get out of here. I don’t know how long I can continue making people ignore out presence. I may slip up, and we definitely don’t want that to happen this close to Stark,” Wanda said. It was only then you noticed her eyes were glowing red and small tendrils of red energy were seeping out at her feet and fingertips.

“Right, let’s go, then,” Steve said, more confident now that he had something concrete to do.

He grabbed your hand, engulfing it in his own. Without either of you thinking about it, your fingers laced together. It felt so natural you didn’t even think to question it.

“Where are we going?” you asked Steve as the three of you walked briskly down the sidewalk.

“Well, we’re trying to find a safe place to hide right now. I forced them to let me stop here so I could see you,” he explained. “The more immediate answer to your question is: the car,” he said, smiling down at you.

“You’re on the run? Still?” you asked, confused. “Even after the truth about Bucky came out?” he cringed minutely at the mention of his best friend’s name and your eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, we violated the Sokovia Accords. We’re still wanted criminals. Bucky especially,” Steve explained.

“I don’t know, I think I’m pretty high on their shit list, too,” Wanda said from a few feet in front of you. You’d been so caught up in Steve’s presence you’d almost forgotten about her.

“We’ve been over this, Wanda, you’re not-” Steve said, starting what sounded like a very old and very tried conversation.

“I know, I know. I learned from my mistakes and did the best I could in a tough situation. Don’t need to repeat it all again,” she said, smiling over her shoulder at Steve. “Just stating facts,” she said, turning back to face the road in front of her.

You arrived at the car a moment later, piling into the backseat with Steve, letting Wanda take the wheel.

“Can you even drive, Wanda?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Well Nat taught me a little bit, but if there’s a problem I’ll just stop us from hitting anything with my powers,” she said, smiling at you in the rear-view mirror.

You and Steve exchanged worried glances, but she was already pulling out of the parking spot. You gave her your address and decided to leave that particular problem for later, hoping her powers and Steve’s reaction time would save you from any horrible would-be accidents. You turned to face Steve and watched how he froze, Rosie reading his tense posture easily.

“Stevie?” you asked, tone serious. Usually calling him by that got him to relax a bit, but he didn’t budge. It made you worry all over again.

“Yes?” he asked, tone trying and failing to be casual.

“Bucky. Explain, now,” you demanded, crossing your arms.

“Which part?” he asked, grimacing.

“The most recent development that has you acting more squirrelly than defying the collective authority of nearly every nation in the world did,” you said, glaring at him.

“Ah, yeah, that part,” he said nervously, clasping his hands together.

You stared at him, unblinking. He sighed deeply and took your hand, which you stiffly allowed him.

“I suppose there’s no easy way to say it. Buck’s gone back into cryo,” he said. It looked like it was almost painful for him to keep eye contact with you while he said it.

“Cryo?” you asked, not understanding.

“Cryostasis. He’s frozen. He’s been in and out of it over the last seventy years he spent as The Soldier. I think the last two or so years were the longest he’d been out in a long time,” Steve explained as he watched you carefully.

“He... went back to being frozen? Of his own free will?” You said slowly, trying to process the new information.

Steve nodded slowly, not liking the way this seemed to be going. “There’s- There’s something else,” he said tentatively.

“What?” you asked, looking up at him, eyes hopeful. He braced himself for the inevitable tide of hurt his next words would cause.

Steve knew about what had happened between you and Bucky. His best friend had told him everything while sobbing. He hadn’t known for sure it was their Rosie, at first, but when he’d figured it out he hadn’t been able to end the relationship.

Steve didn’t blame him or hate him like Bucky was afraid he would, because Steve knew. He’d known for nearly eighty years.

Eighty years ago, back when Steve had been staying over at Bucky’s, he’d woken up to Bucky’s arm hitting him in his sleep. He reached to move it off of him and froze when he saw the letters. Bucky’d told him a few years ago what his soul brand said after Steve had shown him his own, excited after he’d found Rosie and her brand had his own initials. The initials Steve saw on Bucky’s left wrist now were the exact same on his own wrist. He held up his own wrist in comparison. R.A.F. glared up at him, the text on each the exact same. He knew soul brands tended to change fonts for different people. Some appeared scratchy and bold while others were thin and curly. The text on Steve’s wrist exactly matched that on Bucky’s wrist. It was an elegant, flowy, bold script.

He’d been unable to sleep the rest of the night, but vowed to never say anything about it to Bucky unless Bucky did first. He always kept a close eye on his best friend, always worrying about him. Steve wondered why Bucky didn’t want to shove them out of his life, but when Steve thought about how lonely he’d be without Bucky and Rosie, he’d understood.

He’d told Bucky as much when Bucky confessed everything to him. His friend had pulled him into a tight one-armed hug, his tears soaking Steve’s shirt as he murmured thank you’s.

“Take care of her, Stevie,” he’d said on the day he went into cryo in Wakanda. “And... tell her one more thing.”

“He... doesn’t want to be with you anymore,” Steve said, nearly unable to finish as your face fell and became almost emotionless by the time he’d finished. “... (Y/N)?” he asked, squeezing you hand tightly.

The comforting gesture was enough to break the spell of disbelief and you felt a sob tear through your body.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Steve sighed, face twisting in sorrow at the anguish you were clearly feeling. He pulled you from your seat and into his lap. He cradled your head to his chest and ran his fingers through your hair, murmuring comforting words into your hair as he placed gentle kisses on top of your head.

He wanted to explain further. Seeing you like this was killing him, but Bucky had been clear.

“Just that. Nothing else. No paraphrasing. It’s better this way. Promise me, Stevie,” he’d said.

And Steve had promised, seeing the desperation in his friend’s eyes.

It was a promise he was struggling to keep as you wailed into his chest.

“You’re lying,” you choked out between sobs.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I’m not. I’d never lie to you. Not about this,” he whispered as he stroked your hair with one hand and your back with the other.

His touch was the only thing keeping you from falling apart at the seams.

“Why, Stevie?” you gasped, clutching his shirt tightly. You needed answers. Explanations.

“I don’t know, darling. He didn’t tell me and he wouldn’t explain,” he said, tone apologetic.

You looked up at him, heartbroken, and he cupped your face with his hand, wiping away your tears with his thumb. He gently kissed away the tears on your opposite cheek, just like Rosie used to do when they were kids. The gesture nearly brought a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. It was unfair that you were comforted by these memories when they weren’t even yours.

“We’re here,” Wanda said quietly from the front seat. You looked out the window. Sure enough, you were parked a half a block away from your cafe and apartment.

“C’mon, sweetheart, let’s get you somewhere safe and quiet,” he said as he opened the door and lifted you up one-handed, hand under your butt. You wrapped your arms around his neck to help steady yourself. He closed the car door before he placed his other arm firmly around your back.

“Through the back of the cafe,” you croaked. You placed your head on Steve’s shoulder and tried to stop crying. You didn’t want your staff to see you like this.

Oh god, your staff. They’d have a conniption if they saw you being carried in by Captain America, followed by the Scarlet Witch.

Wanda seemed to sense your sudden anxiety. “It’s alright, the people inside won’t see us. I’ll make sure their minds don’t acknowledge us,” she said, smiling slightly at you.

“Thank you,” you managed to squeak out just as Steve said “Thanks, Wanda.”

She smiled at the both of you and nodded as her eyes began to glow. Tendrils of red energy snaked out from her hands and through the door and windows. Steve opened the door and it was as though no one even heard it, or saw three people come walking brazenly through the middle of the shop.

“Cool place. Is this yours?” Wanda asked, smiling. It seemed like she was trying to cheer you up. You wished she wouldn’t. Her kindness reminded you of what had happened and made you want to cry again. You nodded your head, cheek brushing against Steve’s neck. “Nice,” she said, peering around as she followed Steve.

“Through here?” he asked, nodding his head towards the door in front of him.

You knew the shop well enough you didn’t have to turn around to check, simply nodding your head again instead. He opened the door with one hand, once again supporting you with one hand for a moment before he brought his arm back to cradle you to his chest. He walked through the kitchen area and up the stairs that were shoved up against the back wall. He stopped at the top as he tried to open the door. It was locked.

“Got the keys, sweetheart?” he asked, peering down at you. You nodded, extracting one arm from around his shoulders to dig around in your pocket. You pulled them out numbly and unlocked the door. He opened it and stepped inside, Wanda trailing after you. You didn’t bother putting the keys back in your pocket, throwing them on the table besides the door. It took Steve only a moment to realize your bedroom had to be to the right. The only thing to your left was your tiny kitchen. He started walking down the hallway, pausing only slightly when Wanda spoke up.

“I’ll wait out here,” she said, smiling at you as she took a seat on your squishy sofa.

Steve nodded his head in acknowledgement of what she said and continued down the hall. He glanced in each doorway, passing the laundry room and bathroom before he finally found your bedroom. He nudged the door open with his foot, careful not to let any part of the door frame hit your body. He carried you over to the bed, deftly avoiding any particularly solid-looking things on the floor. You’d been so stressed you’d hardly bothered to clean while you’d been home. You might have been embarrassed if it wasn’t Steve and there weren’t bigger things on your mind.

He bent his knees, removing one hand to carefully pull back your blankets before he laid you down gently onto the bed. He walked to the other side, pausing to pull his shoes off at the foot of the bed, and crawled under the blankets next to you. He sat up against the headboard, reclining on some pillows, and pulled you against him. You sighed softly and rested your head against his chest. He raised his hand to run his fingers over your hair, the other held your hand, rubbing circles into the back of it with his thumb.

This was how he and Rosie used to lay together when they were younger and he’d been having nightmares. It was how he held her in the hospital when the nurses weren’t around.

“I’m not her,” you whispered. You had to tell him. Had to make him understand. But you were afraid. You couldn’t lose him after you just lost Bucky. You still loved Steve. You still loved them both so much.

“I know,” he murmured, placing a gentle kiss onto the top of your head. You laid like that for a long time. You should have been crying, but your tear ducts wouldn’t listen. You wanted to cry. You wanted to rage and scream at the heavens and pull Bucky’s ass out of cryo and beat the sense back into him.

But you didn’t do any of those things. Instead you stared at the wall blankly, cocooned in the safety of Steve’s arms as he murmured loving, comforting things into your hair.

You looked inside of yourself, trying to assess the damage. You were shocked to find nothing there. You felt nothing.

Bucky hadn’t broken your heart, he’d obliterated it.

Chapter 10

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[heckinhacker]

Orianna x Reader - Aren't you amazing?

Word count: 1,230

requested?: Yes! by @solphage: "A, I hate it when it eats my ask and I have to retype it; if you want the start of an idea, perhaps robot enjoyer (you) x Orianna, and with that Taliyah bit it's making me think of taking her out to buy outfits (and if you're feeling spicier, toys) for a date and scene #h4ck :3" - I'll use the ask for taliyah part~

Slight warnings: Made-up reader's backstory so it's more fitting to the scenario of meeting her. Non-proof read.

A/N: I decided to write for Orianna and I've read her history and fanfic. Do I have a wrong feeling, or her lore was changed? I feel like some of older champions had other story, but they got re-newed? It's not THAT different, or maybe I just remember it incorrectly...but nonetheless, I'm up to date with her rn, and she's still a new character to write for me, but robot-fuckers nation arise!!

Orianna, since she left her home, felt like she left her last human part in her father's chest. She accepted said fate and with her changes before, thought nothing more of it. She did what was necessary. He sacrificed everything for her, and so did she for him in return. It only seemed fair that way.

She loved him, after all. Her Father. Someone who was ready to turn whole Piltover upside-down so she can keep on living after her recklesness.

Yet, she never did regret anything she did. Even though she lost a lot.

Losing herself, losing her creativity...it seemed to be sudden, yet she couldn't tell if she missed it. It just happened. So leaving behind her home, her family, it also was supposed to "just happen".

She did not regret any single decision she did. Even now. She left her humanity behind, yet still thought hardly of her sickened father. Even with new, healthy heart, will he be alright?

Maybe she did wrong, leaving older man behind all alone.

Yet, maybe deep inside, she did not want him to see her that way. She wasn't sure if she's still the same Orianna that went down to Zaun to help after the legendary accident. Maybe she did not want him to see what she had become, so she left.

It should be better - she thought.

It was supposed to be that way, yet she felt so, so alone.

Her hopes used to be at zero for being understood in any way, yet situation on Sir Feisterly’s Fantastical Fair, where she was sure she found someone that understood her.

Yet, the hope she thought was nonexistent was sort of taken away from her, dissapointment running through her mechanical body faster than the disease running through her body before.

Weird feeling, for real.

As she was ready to leave the place, after passing her way through two knocked-out guards that attempted stopping her from her shenanigans, she noticed another figure in front of her. Guard? Worker of the fair? By your outfit she could say you were just a worker, but she did not want to risk it, getting ready for a fight.

Yet, all you did was smile at her.

- Well, Isn't that a sight? - you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

- Excuse me? - Orianna asked, shocked. Where did this compliement come from?

- I'm sorry that you got wrong idea of Fieram's nature, but as he said, you are a miracle, unique.

- Thank you. - she answers politely, yet thinks nothing more of it.

- So...Orianna, right? I saw your little talk with Fieram, and I wonder. Do you travel by yourself?

- Yes. - she responds shortly. - Why do you ask, fair employee?

- Yeesh, cold. - you answer, shrugging. - Do you look for plus one? You could say this work is tiring me out, I'll gladly take a break from it, plus I disagree with agression on sight, screw that.

- You want to follow me? - she asks bluntly. - Why?

- Do I need a reason?

- People are always driven by reason.

- Oh, really? How do you know that, Orianna?

Unintentionally you pressed that wrong button somewhere inside her, because she had to take a moment to think. Then, shrugged. Did she use shrug right this time?

- I just do. - she says. - Then? What's your reason?

- You look just like a next wonder that I want to get to know better. Would you give me a chance? I take no as an answer. - you reassure her.

And she takes a time to think. She humms, another emotion that she just mimics, giving you a signal she still takes her time to process the idea. Yet time is running short on her, as other guards quickly approached place of a fight.

- Hey, you! Stop the robot girl! - one yells at your direction, to which you react with a playfull look towards him, then back to Ori.

- Well, no time to waste. For now let's run away together, and later think if I can tag along, no? Now go! I know the way out!

And you direct way out by some shortcut that was well known for you, making escape route way easier for both of you.

As you were out of breath and laid down on a grass far away from Sir Feisterly’s Fantastical Fair. You ended up in some fancy garden, but since most of the city was over the fair to see it's wonders, anyone who could fend you off for tresspassing is not present at home, and guards may be preocupied. Lucky.

Orianna felt no more tired than normal. Can she even get tired? - she thought to herself. She looked down at you, and out of politeness to not stand above someone laying down, she put herself to rest. Or, as how she calls it now: on stand-by mode. She sat elegently on a grass beside your figure, listening to your small laughs.

Sound reminds her of chimes dancing on gentle breeze. Soothing. More Soothing than audio programmed to speak for Fieram.

- Did you see outside world, human?

- Not really, that's why I wondered if you're going to see it by yourself.

- I may. I'm not looking for friendship, hence you should reconsider going with me.

- Oooh, why so? - you asked, curiousity peaked.

- I'm not going through aging process anymore. Befriending human from flesh will be just hurtful for both sides, but mostly on my side. You'll leave, I'll remain. - she explains.

You humm in acknowledgement, yet one part of her words sticks to your mind. You just had to ask.

- Anymore? Did you go through aging progress before, Ori?

- My name is Orianna.

- Okay, Ori.

She says nothing to that, just remains her unchanging gaze at you. If she could show any expression, you felt that unamusement written on her face. Yet still, you caught her intentions no problem.

- You can tell that story another night. For now...I'll just tag along outside of city. Later you can leave me somewhere on our way. You could say as a thanks for showing you a way out.

- I could do that perfectly by myself, I reckon.

- Oh, let me have some fun. I wanted to see more of you. Especially in action! That fight with your ball was amazing! Does it understand, just like you?

She looks down at the ground, noticing that her mechanical hand is grasping the grass under it. She did that subconciously. Before she answers, you continue with another confusing question.

- Aren't you amazing? - you ask with amusement, wathcing Ori tilting her head with confusion.

- Why? - she asks after a short moment.

- As I said. You hide many wonderous things that I'd love to see. You're such an interesting unit.

Bizzare. Very bizzare, you are. She does not say no, yet this time, she does not discourage you from trying to tag along. Maybe having companion for at least a while won't be so bad? Noone said she should get attached.

But she knew herself well enough, and knew. Perfectly knew that you'd grow on her with no time and effort.

[heckinhacker]

Headcanons:

Taliyah x Reader - general relationship headcanons ღ ✩ 💜

[runeterrankhaleesi]

Hey! There is a big storm here, and I wonder can you do a modern World Taliyah comforting her girlfriend who's afraid thunders and lightnings?

[A/N: Hello darling. This reminds me, I'm open to taking modern au requests. Thank you for making a request. You may ask again for more.]

Headcanons of Taliyah comforting her Girlfriend who has Astraphobia

Taliyah too is not a big fan of thunderstorms or rain in general.

She's always cold, not to mention, the rain always seem to catch her in the worst times.

But ever since she found you, she started wishing to rain more often.

You were terrified of thunders and lightning.

Catching a glimpse of lightning made you flinch, and more often than not, a loud thunder that suddenly struck made you scream.

Taliyah came running to you the first time she ever heard you scream because of the thunder.

At first, she thought you saw a cockroach.

But she saw you behind the kitchen counter, hiding from something.

Then you proceeded to explain your fear of thunders and lightnings.

She smiled and sat beside you, an arm around your shoulders while your head rested on the crook of her neck.

Taliyah stayed with you, cuddling you behind the kitchen counter, making sure you felt safe, the whole night.

✨~Requests are open!~✨

[runeterrankhaleesi]

❄️ *exhausted and a little depressed*

I want a big rock. Right into my face. Hitting hard.

*curling up in the corner and start crying*

(✏️*whisper* Stoneweaver to the rescue, please)

Stoneweaver to the rescue!

A big rock? Sure! A big rock of my love is coming to hit you in the face in 3...2...1 *peppers Snow's face with kisses*

[runeterrankhaleesi]

Taliyah! I made this for you

Here's one for you too, Queen

Hope you guys like it ☺️

Oooh, these look delicious! Thank you!

Khaleesi, let's eat!

[runeterrankhaleesi]

So if it's ok, can I ask a little something with trans Tali and a fem crush who just find out she's actually a dude, but the crush is fine with it?

[A/N: Hello darling. Of course it's okay, don't be shy to ask. Thank you for making a request. You may ask again for more.]

Headcanons of Transgender Taliyah with a Female s/o

You had been with Taliyah for more days than you could count.

You two were the best of friends, often going on adventures in Shurima.

Exploring the vast desert, land surfing, and so much more.

Then, Taliyah told you that she was a transgender.

Your looked at her with wide eyes.

You hadn't realized Taliyah was actually a guy.

She was nervous at first, thinking that you were disgusted at the fact, but then she saw your smile and everything went away.

You accepted the fact with a smile. You accepted the fact that she was a trans with a smile.

That single smile sent her heart fluttering and her cheeks flustering.

You were happy that she trusts you enough to tell you.

To come out as her true self.

And despite the fact that she's a transgender, you still love her.

Or rather, still have a crush on her.

You two continue to spend time with each other, with Taliyah having a newfound happiness.

✨~Requests are open!~✨

[runeterrankhaleesi]

Please, bury me

I accidentally said Taliyah is my girlfriend to my mom "Q'x'Q"

(what would be her reaction about this tho?)

*blinks* Why would I bury you?

Also, being your girlfriend? Sounds fun!

[runeterrankhaleesi]

*kiss Taliyah*

Aww, you’re so sweet!