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Lotr people. You’re welcome.

୧ LEGOLAS THRANDUILION

CHASM OF DOUBT | MASTERLIST

          x fem!dúnedain!reader | angst

GIF NOT MINE! CHARACTERS AND PLACES BELONG TO TOLKIEN!

High possibility of a part two to this 👀⁉️

WC: 9K

SUMMARY: You reminisce your relationship with Legolas over the War of the Ring after he is presumed dead in the aftermath of the Battle of the Black Gate.

WARNINGS: ANGST! Major character death and canon typical violence! Nothing smutty here (yet) Legolas is a pure bb 🥺

A/N: My knowledge of Tolkien lore sucks so pls ignore the mistakes 🥲 But I hope you enjoy!! 💖

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It’s been a minute. Perhaps I’ll come back 😏

Ocean Eyes

Summary: Even with him gone, Y/N can’t stop seeing those Ocean Eyes.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: Implied Intimacy, Angst/Fluff

“Let me go with you,” Y/N pleaded.

Steve shook his head, sadness in his eyes. “It’s too dangerous, Y/N. I can’t-I won’t make you a fugitive. I promised you a better life than that. You will be safe here.”

Y/N held back a sob and sniffled as tears escaped her eyes. “But I don’t want to be here without you.”

At her words, Steve quickly closes the gap between them and rests his forehead against hers.

“I’m going to come back to you, Y/N. I promise.”

Tears began to steadily flow down Y/N’s cheek and Steve carefully brushed them away.

Y/N clung to his shirt, refusing to accept that he had to leave and Steve pulled her in and kissed her passionately as they each silently wondered if it would be for the last time.

Steve pulled his hands away from her face and placed them instead on the backs of her thighs, picking her up with ease and laying her on their bed, his arms supporting his weight above her.

He pulled away slightly and stared at her face; admiring how beautiful she looked as the moonlight shone through the window and committing each detail of her face to memory.

Twelve months later—

A year had passed since Steve fled the country. It had been the longest year of my life. I couldn’t sleep or eat for days after waking up to an empty bed and a note with a promise to return.

In the weeks that followed, I rarely left the house. I had no one left. The Avengers were no more; torn apart by the Accords and my husband had vanished without a trace.

When I started to get ill randomly, I thought nothing of it, assuming it was only a result of the poor care I had taken of myself. If only I had known how wrong I was…

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It was a typical Tuesday night. After returning home from a walk through the park, I got everything settled and turned out the bedroom lights before returning to the kitchen for a small, late night dinner.

I stood at the sink washing the plate I had just used and lost myself in thought as I stared out the window into the darkness when a voice pulled me back.

“Y/N”

The voice was soft and tired. It was a welcomed sound, one that I had heard countlessly in my dreams over the past year.

I spun around at the sound of his voice and took in the man I’d been longing to see again for so long. His face seemed to have aged exponentially over the past year. Where his strong jaw was once smooth shaven, a thick beard now rested and his usually well-cropped blonde hair had grown out and was pushed pack on his head. Despite the clear changes on the rest of his face, his eyes were the same ones that I had fallen in love with all those years ago: deep blue like the ocean.

Upon realizing that he was truly standing before me, I let the plate fall out of my hands and shatter onto the wood floor. “You’re home…

A small smile appeared on his face, warmth flooding my heart at the sight. “I’m home.”

The glass on the floor was quickly forgotten as I stepped around the mess and into Steve’s embrace. After a moment that didn’t nearly feel long enough, Steve unwrapped his arms from my torso and placed his hands on either side of my face.

“I’ve missed you so much, Y/N.” The second the words left his mouth; his lips were securely on my own. A small whimper left my mouth and tears fell from my eyes as I closed them and kissed him back. My hands clutched his sides, afraid that if I let him slip through my fingers he would disappear once again.

The sounds of cries from down the hall caused us both to pull away. Steve’s eyes remained closed, hands still cupping my face, but his brows were now furrowed with confusion; a frown forming across his face.

I took in a sharp breath before reaching up for Steve’s wrists and pulling his hands from my face. I could feel my heart racing as I turned away from him and walked down the hall to her room.

Without checking to see if he had followed, I walked into the room and picked up the nearly three-month-old baby; her crying instantly subsiding and her tired eyes closing again at the contact.

I heard a small stutter leave Steve’s mouth and looked over my shoulder to see him standing in the doorway of the nursery.

I took a deep breath before turning around completely with her in my arms. I cautiously approached him; not wanting to scare him away. “Steve, there’s someone I’d like you to meet…”

I watched Steve’s face as he tried to process the situation; his mouth fumbled to find words and his eyes widened with each step I took.

“Is she…?” Steve asked, unable to formulate the words to finish his question.

A soft smile crossed my face and I nodded reassuringly at him.

Tears began to form in Steve’s eyes. He reached out and as his large finger brushed her much smaller hand, she cooed quietly and tightened her fist; trapping his finger within her grasp. His other hand covered his mouth as tears silently fell from his eyes.

I couldn’t help the tears that formed in my own eyes witnessing the interaction. This was a moment that I had hoped and prayed for everyday for the past year and I couldn’t fully believe that it was actually happening now.

“Here,” I said as I motioned for him to hold his daughter for the first time.

Timidly, Steve stepped back. “No. I – uh – I don’t want to upset her.”

I shook my head and took a step toward him, closing the gap he had just created. “She knows you, Steve. From the day I found out about her I’ve told her stories about her brave, compassionate father. We’ve listened to your voice and watched you on videos. She knows you,” I reassured him.

Steve’s lip trembled slightly and his eyes fell from mine to the bundle in my arms before nodding and outstretching his arms the slightest bit.

I smiled and carefully set her in his arms. “Steve, meet Y/D/N… Y/D/N, this is your daddy.”

Y/D/N squirmed slightly from the exchange before snuggling into Steve’s chest. A small yawn left her lips as her eyes squeezed shut before opening to reveal ocean blue orbs staring up at him.

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Dress

Summary: But I woke up just in time. Now I wake up by your side.

Based on ‘Dress’ by Taylor Swift.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Implied Intimacy, Fluff

Our secret moments in a crowded room

They’ve got no idea about me and you

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Wow. Just wow.

Runaway Part Two | Geralt 18+

Title pretty much speaks for itself, check out part one if you haven’t already!

Pairing: Reader x Geralt

Warnings: Language, SMUT! BIG OL SMUTTY SMUT. Oral (female receiving) and sxy times.

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Jaskier was more than happy to be spending the night in the palace. The bard wouldn’t keep quiet, telling everyone about his new friendship with the royal family. Geralt however, once the two of you had your kiss on the balcony, quickly disappeared.

You weren’t worried at all, the man was simply a walking mystery. Lord Kalen was also thankfully no where to be seen. It had to be at least after midnight, but the party was still in full swing. Alivinian parties could go on until daybreak, much to your dismay.

You searched for the king, and soon enough you found him amongst the group of lords. He was well and truly drunk, and you excused yourself for the night. He waved you off without sparing a second glance, and you bowed.

Jaskier was already by your side as you walked to the main doors, those sober enough bowing as you left. He held his arm out for you, and you took it, letting the man guide you up and over the drunk people that littered the floor.

“You can continue your night Jaskier, I will be okay on my own.” You gave him a smile, and he released a small scoff.

“Worry not your highness, I am more than ready for some sleep.”

Humming in agreement, the two of you are walking the stairs when you hear a low grunt. Jaskier gives you a weird look, and you mimic his movements. The grunt is heard again, and you’re already on your way to investigate whilst the bard calls after you. You wait by a pillar for him to catch up, and he’s gasping for breath when he reaches you.

“You walk extremely fast, aren’t you in heels?” He rasps out, reaching against the pillar.

“No,” You lift your dress, showing your bare feet. “I took those off a fair while ago.”

Again, the grunt is heard, echoing through the long hall.

“Your highness! How can you be so sure it’s not just someone, you know,” Jaskier drags on, watching as you give him a confused look. “Sex! How do we know it’s not just someone having a good old time.”

“Sounds pretty one sided if you ask me,” You shrug, causing the bard to gasp. “Unless they’re selfish.”

“Her royal highness speaks so knowingly,” He jokes, and you roll your eyes. “What man would be so cruel?”

“Shut up Jaskier.”

Again, you’re making your way down the hall when Geralt of all people comes out of a room. You’re on the third floor of the palace, used mainly for guests, but that was not his room for the night. You did however, know who it belonged too.

“Ah! Geralt!” Jaskier yells out, causing the large man to turn his attention to the two of you. He looks just as surprised as you do, and you can’t help but wonder what Geralt of Rivia was doing in the room belonging to Lord Kalen.

“What are you doing here?” Geralt asks, aiming his question at you.

“I was escorting the Princess to her chambers,” Jaskier points at you. “What’re you doing here?”

“Business.”

“Business?” You repeat, and he gives a curt nod.

You go to speak again when footsteps are heard from behind, and Geralt stands tense. Heels can be heard clicking against the marble floor, causing the three of you to turn around.

A woman stumbles forward, shooting a lustful gaze towards Jaskier.

“I have been looking for you!” She giggles, reaching for the bard.

“For me?” He looks surprised, pointing to himself.

“Mm, I’ve heard all about you Lord Azra.” She’s places her arms around Jaskiers neck, making you step closer to Geralt as she does so. You can’t help but chuckle, Lord Azra wasn’t at the party tonight. The woman glares at you, before realisation sets in. She keeps one arm around Jaskier’s neck as she curtsies, giving you a forced smile.

“May I steal the Lord from you your highness?” She asks, Jaskier nodding eagerly from beside her.

“By all means, but this isn’t Lord Azra.” You weren’t going to lie to the girl, and Jaskier gave you a blank stare.

“As long as he’s a lord, I don’t mind,” She shrugs. “Is he a lord?”

She’s points at Geralt, but he remains quiet.

“He’s spoken for, I’m afraid.” You stand in front of him, smiling.

“That’s fine,” She pulls Jaskier closer to her. “Shall we go for a little walk my lord?”

“Y-Yes! Absolutely!” Jaskier stutters, quickly collecting himself as the woman drags him away. So much for going to sleep. The two of you watch as the woman pushes Jaskier into an open room, the door slamming behind them.

“Quite the walk.” You mutter, Geralt giving you a ‘hm’ in agreement.

“I’m sure our little lord will enjoy his sleep, shall I show you to your room?” You hold your arm out, but Geralt surprises you, placing his arm around your waist.

“Am I not on this floor?” He asks, staring down at you.

“You are,” He’s got you there. “But I wish to talk to you, somewhere privately.”

“Privately,” He smirks. “In your chambers?”

“Yes or no Geralt, I’m not playing games.” You start walking, Geralt’s arm slipping away.

He follows after you immediately, giving you some space as you walk up the stairs. The music continues from down below, and you can still hear the loud conversations from the attendees.

“You walk up these stairs everyday?” Geralt asks from behind, and you nod.

“Everyday,” You nod. “Is the monster killer complaining?”

“I’m not complaining,” He huffs. “The view is quite something.”

“What view?” This causes you to stop, turning to look at him. He gazes down to your behind, raising his eyebrow, and you scoff. You continue walking, and soon enough you’re at your chambers.

Geralt opens the doors for you, waving his hand for you to enter. You do, and as Geralt shuts the door behind the two of you, you push him against it. He releases a grunt at the force, staring down at you wide eyed.

“When you leave tomorrow, I’m going with you.” You weren’t asking him.

“Do you remember what I said before?” He chuckles, his hands resting on your shoulders. “Your father will have my head.”

“He won’t,” You shake your head. “The people don’t want me with Lord Kalen, they’ll know this was my doing.”

“The king speaks and the people follow, as they all do.”

“I have friends everywhere, we don’t have to worry about that.” You rest your hands against his chest.

“Your life is here Princess.” He frowns at his own words, and you shake your head again.

“I have no life here!” You tighten your hands into fists.

“He-“

“I am not an item to bargain with,” You lightly thump your fists against him. “Nor am I going to waste my life on a man who doesn’t see me as anything other than a bedwarmer.”

You sigh deeply, patting the area you hit.

“I can’t stay here, so either you let me come with you or I leave myself.” You’re nearly pleading at this point. You stare back at Geralt, hearing him copy your sigh. He places his hand over yours, and it’s then that you notice fresh bruises.

“You’re hurt,” You pull his hands to you. “What did you do?”

“Nothing.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with you being in Lord Kalen’s room would it?” You ask him, and his lips tug slightly.

“Just business.” He shrugs, not staring at you in the eyes.

“Business,” You hold your hands up again, pointing at the marks. “At least tell me he’s dead.”

“Afraid not,” He shakes his head. “He’s just going to be very sore tomorrow.”

“Pity.” You whisper, Geralt nodding.

“Pity indeed, which reminds me, why were you and Jaskier there?”

“We heard some rather concerning noises, but it makes sense now.” You chuckle a little, letting Geralt’s hands rest in yours.

“Coming to save the day were you?”

“Mm, can’t say I’d achieve much in this dress.” You run a hand down the front, Geralt’s eyes following it.

“Maybe you should take it off then.” He speaks lowly, his eyes shining a little.

“Maybe,” You drag your hand up and around his chest, gently touching his neck before bringing his head forward to yours. His lips ghost your own, and he’s about to kiss you when you pull back. “You should bathe.”

He rolls his eyes, chuckling as you walk backwards, sliding off the lace cape of your dress. It pools at your feet, and Geralt begins untying his shoes.

“Knew I‘d be here did you?” He quips, watching as you dip your finger into the already prepared tub.

“Cocky,” You retort. “Asa knew I’d be retiring around this time, she always prepares a bath before bed.”

“Well you’re going to have to get used to not bathing before bed every night.” Geralt’s shirt is already gone when you register his words, and your head whips in his direction.

“You’re letting me come with you.” The Witcher reaches for the waistband of his pants when you’re quickly in front of him, your hands covering his.

“You can hold your own yes?”

You nod eagerly, grinning ear to ear.

“Do yo-Mff!” Your lips are already on his, cutting him off. His hands immediately reaching for your waist, supporting you as you push against him.

“Thought you wanted me to bathe.” Geralt chuckles against your lips. You push against his lips harder, causing his chuckling to stop as he groans.

Your hands reach for his hair, tugging hard. His mouth opens slightly at the action, and you slip your tongue in, releasing a small moan as Geralt takes control. He pulls you insanely closer, his bare chest against your clothed one.

The two of you pull apart for air, and Geralt is already pulling at your dress as you untie the rest of his pants. The gown falls to the floor, and Geralt groans as he eyes the tight corset.

“Do you have a knife on you?�� You gasp out, and he shakes his head.

“Turn around,” He orders, and you do so. “Now put your hands on the wall.”

Your hands are on the wall, and Geralt reaches for the bottom of your corset.

“What’re yo-oh!” Geralt rips the material in half, letting your breasts fall free. He throws the ruined corset to the ground, and you release a harsh breath at the feeling. You go to move your hands when Geralt grunts at you, and you still.

“Are you sure you want to do this Princess?” He asks, kneeling behind you.

“I’m here aren’t I?” You jest, watching as Geralt runs his hand along your bare thigh until he reaches your underwear.

“Mm,” His fingers move under the band of your underwear. “I just want you in walking condition tomorrow.”

“Promises promises.” You whisper, shivering as the man before you drags your under down to your feet.

“Turn around princess.”

You do slowly, and Geralt hungrily gazes at your exposed form. He rests his head on your thigh, staring up at you as your breasts rise with each breath.

Geralt slides his stubble over your thigh, and you move your hips towards him. Aching to have him near your heat.

With his hands now around your thighs supporting you, Geralt doesn’t hesitate, his mouth reaching for your cunt as you gasp loudly. He slides his tongue up and down your glistening heat as you thrash beneath him.

It was the first time someone had ever used their tongue on you, and as he tasted you with his for the very first time, it was like the universe had expanded outside of the palace walls. He was so hot and soft against the most sensitive part on your body, and you continuously shook against him in pleasure.

Your hands reached for his hair as you tried pushing him closer, and you couldn’t help but cry out as his tongue pressed against your sensitive bud. You rocked against him, moaning his name loudly as his hands squeezed your thighs tighter.

"Oh gods.” You breathed out, biting your lip in an attempt to be quiet. You could taste blood, and you took a deep breath when a familiar feeling started to build. It doesn’t take you long before you’re coming undone, your body shaking around his tongue. Geralt continues his assault on your cunt, keeping you upright with his hands.

Your cum covers his tongue, and he continues kissing and sucking as you cry out. You’re still twitching when he pulls away, quickly holding your shaking body as you struggle to stand straight.

“Now that was a site,” Geralt wipes at his lips with the back of his hand. “You still with me princess?”

One hand reaches for his shoulder for support, whilst the other reaches for his clothed cock.

“I’m here,” You squeeze him, relishing in the way he groans. “Take off your pants.”

You go to bend down when Geralt stops you, shaking his head. Giving him a confused look, the Witcher pulls you up, before picking you up into his arms. He carries you to the bed, throwing you down. Leaning against your elbows, you watch as the man pulls down his pants.

“Right now,” Geralt places his hand on his throbbing member, stroking himself in his place. “I want to fuck her royal highness.”

You bite your lips, watching as he squeezes himself tightly.

“But I want to help you too.” You whisper, sitting up. Geralt moves forward, causing you to back up. He places his knees on the end of the large bed, his eyes darkening as he takes in your bashful appearance.

“You can have your mouth on me whenever you want,” Geralt reaches for your foot, dragging you down towards him. “But for now, I want this.”

Geralt holds your legs apart before pulling them around his waist. He stares down at your exposed heat, glistening in the moonlight, before sliding his thick cock over your entrance in a final act of teasing. Just as you were about to beg, he entered you in one sharp thrust, causing you to release a loud cry.

Geralt throws his head back, growling as his fills you completely. Being surrounded in your tight heat almost had the Witcher instantly cuming there and then. By the Gods, you were perfection around him.

You instantly clenched as Geralt started thrusting, his pace unfaltering and hitting you there with every movement. His force causing your breasts to bounce wildly and he reached up to rub over the pair.

You released an unearthly scream at his, causing Geralt to stop.

“You okay?” He asked, quickly cupping your cheek and running his thumb gently against your cheekbone.

You nodded, before taking his thumb into your mouth. You suck harshly, and he groans, getting the hint. You whimper, your toes curling as you felt Geralt’s cock hit that spot again. You wrapped your legs tighter around him, your feet digging into his ass, pulling him closer to you as he fucked you.

The two of you were both a moaning, sweaty mess. Despite the pain of his thick length, the drag of his cock against your walls was an extraordinary sensation. You whimpered as he pumped into you, faster, harder now, splitting you wider than you thought was ever possible. Your walls spasmed, clenching down on his cock, his name screaming from your lips.

You came even harder than before, Geralt following suit as he grunted loudly in your ear. His thrusts were sloppy as his cum shot inside you, coating your walls. He rest his head in the crook of your neck, kissing your shoulder as you both attempted to gain your breath.

“If I knew,” Geralt rasps out. “That you felt that good, I’d have said yes then and there in the gardens.”

You slapped his shoulder weakly, the two of you laughing as Geralt slid out of your heat and laid on his side. You’re struggling to stay awake, feeling well and truly tired.

“Sleep princess,” Geralt pushes the stray hair from your eyes. “I’ll do the rest.”

You do as he says, closing your eyes just after watching Geralt leave the bed and head for the tub.

By daybreak, the two of you had everything packed. To say you were sore was an understatement, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of leaving your home.

Your new life was packed into a bag, and your swords stayed strapped to your back. Jaskier complained about the early wake up, but was more than happy when you offered him his own horse. As the three of you rode out of your kingdom, you couldn’t help but grin.

“What are you thinking about (Y/N)?” Geralt was by your side riding Roach.

“I’m actually doing it.” You can’t stop the grin from growing.

“You are,” He nods, smiling at you. “There’s no going back.”

You shake your head. “I’ve chosen this life, I’m not going anywhere.”

Geralt’s about to say something, when Jaskier squeezes between the two of you, his horse touching the bellies of your own.

“What are we talking about?” The bard, none the wiser to your situation interrupts. Geralt grunts steering Roach away from the man.

This is your life.

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Runaway Part One | Geralt 18+

Requested plot: Can you have it that the reader is a princess who requested Geralt’s help and then she runs away when her father wishes to marry her off.

Part One.

P.S I made my own kingdom up, don’t hate me. Alvinia is a bunch of snails ha.

Pairing: Reader x Geralt

Warnings: Language, mentions of violence. No smut in this one, but there will be in part two.

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The sounds of laughter could be heard all the way from the main hall to your chambers. You were envious over their merrymaking, gasping loudly as your maid tugged tighter on your corset. The dresser shook beneath your grasp, your nails digging into the wooden surface as she finished. Asa, your head maid tugged you into a proper standing position, before clicking her fingers at the other women in the room to assist her.

Your gown came into view, it was tight fitting and was supported by a lace cape. It was beautiful, but you knew you would struggle to move just by looking at it.

“How am I meant to support myself if someone attacks me?” You question, rubbing your fingers over the material.

“There are plenty of men down there to protect you, your highness.” Asa helps you into your dress, patting down any creases.

“I don’t need protection,” You hold your arms up, letting the other women work their magic. “I just can’t move around in this.”

“You only have to dance,” Another maid chimes in. “Can we start on your hair now your highness?”

You nod, sitting down by your dresser. Even sitting hurts your stomach, the corset digging into your skin.

It was your birthday, and as expected, your father was throwing an extravagant celebration in your honour. You were more excited for the kingdom, knowing how much they enjoyed a good party. Everyone was exceptionally happy now, knowing the monster that preyed on your people had been slain.

There was an Alghoul reeking havoc on your kingdom, and your father didn’t believe it was something needing the royals input. Taking things into your own hands, you took it upon yourself to request the Witcher’s help. When word got around that the creature was dead, you sent payment to its killer, as well as a formal invitation to tonight’s event.

“Your highness?” Small hands touch your arm, startling you from your thoughts.

“Mm, sorry what did you say?”

“You’re ready now, do you wish for me to call your escort?”

“That won’t be necessary, I’ll be walking myself,” Asa helps you stand, nodding at you. “I hope to see you all down there enjoying yourselves.”

The other maids bow as you leave, smiling at your words.

The walk down was painful, your heels digging into your feet with each step. By the third set of stairs, you had taken your heels off and carried them, not caring at the attention you may receive. Making your way to the main hall, you stood just a few rooms away, leaning against a pillar as you attempted to put your shoes back on.

“Does my lady need assistance?” A voice rang out, causing you to turn around.

A young man stood, eyes widening as he took in your appearance. He definitely wasn’t a local, judging by the way he shamelessly checked you out. It was actually refreshing, having someone give you a genuine attitude rather than a forced conversation.

“I’m afraid I cannot put on my shoes sir.” You respond, holding up the pair.

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t help a woman in need,” The man chuckles, faking a bow. “Jaskier, at your service.”

“Pleasure to meet you Jaskier, who are you attending with?” Jaskier holds his hands out for your shoes, before bending down.

“I am with my very good friend Geralt of Rivia,” He gently places your shoes on. “And you my lady?”

Yes, definitely not a local. This will be fun.

“My father.” Was all you said, chuckling at the man as he stands.

“Do you need an escort?” He holds his arm out, and you shake your head.

“That won’t be necessary, but thank you.” Jaskier fakes a sad sigh at your words, but nods nonetheless.

“That is alright, I’ll be heading in now,” He fakes another bow. “I’m afraid my friend may be cutting the head off the king as we speak.”

It was clearly a joke, but you couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips.

“I’m joking!” Jaskier holds his hands up in defence. “I’ve just heard the royals are rather uptight is all.”

“The king is,” You shrug, patting down your dress. “The princess not as much.”

Jaskier also shrugs. “I’m sure she’s got a stick up her arse just like the lot of them.”

Is this what people thought of you?

“I’m sure I will see you in the main hall Jaskier.” You give the man a weak smile, and he bids you farewell. Taking a minute to collect yourself, you’re about to start walking again when loud footsteps greet you.

“Oh your highness! Thank the gods!” Asa is running towards you, and you tilt your head in her direction.

“You forgot this!” Asa lifts her hand, gasping for breath as she too collects herself. She lifts your tiara, and you realise a small ‘oh’ at its appearance.

“Here,” Your maid places it gently on your head, fixing the loose strands of hair that covered your face. “All set.”

“Thank you.” She curtseys at you, and you watch as she leaves.

Here we go.

Stepping foot by the main door, the keepers all bowed at you, one making a point of telling the caller that you had arrived. The doors opened, and the trumpets blared.

“Presenting her royal highness, Princess (Y/N) of Alvinia.”

It was easy to keep your head straight as you smiled at everyone. A chorus of cheers greeted you, followed by loud clapping. Raising your hand, the room quietens.

“Thank you for joining my family this evening,” Your voice reigns out. “We are most grateful for you all.”

More cheers followed, and you watched as your father nods at you from his chair. Truth be told, you wished for nothing more than to be out of the long gown and in the woods, training out of the watchful eyes of your people. Your father wasn’t aware of such activities, and you prayed it stayed that way.

Finally, you managed to take a seat by your fathers side, giving him a kiss on the cheek as you did. He smiles at you, and orders the staff to begin the feast. As people began bringing out food, you took the time to scan the room. There were endless amounts of people from all over the land. Some were already drunk, others sat quietly, and some chatted amongst themselves.

Then your eyes landed on him, the man stood out like a rose amongst dandelions. This was no doubt the Witcher. You never thought he would accept your invitation, and here has was, drinking ale as he talked to a familiar face. Jaskier. As if sensing someone looking at him, the Witcher turns his head, his golden eyes locking with yours. You couldn’t help but gasp.

“Something wrong daughter?” Your father asked from beside you, and you quickly shook your head.

“I saw someone trip over their dress, nothing too serious.” You reply, before nodding your head at a maid as a plate was placed in front of you.

He shakes his head, muttering something about a ‘silly girl’, immediately digging into his dinner. After finishing your meal, you waited for the others to follow. Shortly after, your father had cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the people.

“My good lords and ladies of the land,” He begins, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Why are we still sitting? Is this not a party?”

People drunkenly applaud in response, but you tap your father on the shoulder, giving him a look.

“Hm, my daughter wishes to say a few words, I believe.” He waves his hand around, giving you the floor.

“Thank you all once again for attending tonight’s event, I’m sure you’re all very eager to continue celebrating,” More cheers fill the air, and you raise your hand. “But I wish to give another thank you to a certain individual, Geralt of Rivia.”

Mumbling soon follows, everyone searching the room for the man in question.

“Thank you Witcher,” You raise your drink in your hand, and whilst some hesitate, others soon follow. “For helping us in time of need. This celebration is yours just as much as mine.”

“Here here!” Jaskier responds loudly, smacking Geralt on the back. The man stands tense, clearly not liking the attention.

“Your efforts do not go unnoticed sir, my kingdom thanks you.” You tilt your drink in his direction, and he gives a curt nod.

Raising your drink to your lips, the room goes quiet as the others copy your movements.

“Right, now that we’ve established that.” The king clicks his fingers, and music fills the air.

Soon the large majority are up and dancing, and you excuse yourself. Some try asking you to dance, but you politely decline, making your way to a certain long haired slayer and his friend. The men have their backs to you, and Jaskier is busy flirting with a lady in waiting. The woman notices you, eyes wide as she curtsys and excuses herself from the conversation.

“I didn’t mean for her to leave.” You chuckle, startling the smaller man. He turns around slowly, properly bowing as grimaces.

“Your highness I did not mean anything I said out there, would you believe me if I said I was drunk? I believe I am incredibly drunk and I had no idea wha-“

“Jaskier, she doesn’t care.” Geralt interrupts him, noticing the way you’re giggling at the rambling man.

“No, no! Geralt you do not understand, I said some rather rude words and I-“

“He’s right Jaskier, I do not care.” You reply, continuing to giggle as the man visibly relaxes.

“Thank the gods, you weren’t wearing that,” He points to your tiara. “When we spoke.”

“It’s colour doesn’t bring out my eyes I’m afraid.”

“Yes well, if you excuse me your highness, I need another drink.” He bows, with a loose wave of his hand. Jaskier leaves you with Geralt, and the two of you watch as he walks away.

“Quite an amusing companion you have there,” You note, smiling as the man grunts in response. “But I guess I say companion loosely?”

“Very loosely.” He replies, taking another drink of ale.

“Well he did say he was a very good friend of yours, not to mention that you would be cutting the head off of my father.”

Geralt chokes on his drink at this, causing you to chuckle.

“Don’t worry,” You assure him. “I know you’re not going to do that.”

“Remind me to have a stern talk with my very good friend.” Geralt scowls at Jaskier from across the room.

“I will,” You clear your throat. “Which reminds me, I wish to properly thank you again for ridding us of that Alghoul.”

“You already thanked me.” He raises his cup to point at the room.

“I did, and I apologise for bringing the attention to you. I’m aware that your people face a lot of scrutiny, I wish to change that.”

Geralt stares down at you in surprise. “I’m sure this won’t change anything.”

“It may not, but you still deserve gratitude,” You hold your arm out, offering it to the man. “Shall we go for a walk? There is a lady eyeing you up like you’re her last meal.”

The Witcher hesitates, eyeing you.

“Unless that’s something you’re after?” You joke, and the man scoffs, taking your arm.

It’s hard to miss the looks the people give the two of you as you wander into the gardens.

“People are staring,” Geralt chuckles, and you wrap your arm tighter around his. “Aren’t you afraid of what people think of their young princess?”

“There is only a few things I am afraid of sir, what others think of me is not on the list.”

“And what are you afraid of?” He’s genuinely asking, and Geralt takes your hand as you walk up some stairs.

“I’d rather not say whilst there are others near, if you don’t mind.”

He nods at you, looking around at the other couples and attendees chatting away.

“Do you usually walk with strange men at night?” It’s a joke, but you shrug at him, your arm returning to his as you continue walking.

“Do you usually walk with princesses?” You retort, grinning as he rolls his eyes. The two of you stroll until you’re further into the gardens, the loud music only just reaching your ears.

“Are all birthday parties like this?” You give Geralt a confused look, and he continues. “Loud, I mean.”

“I am an only child, so my father likes to show off.”

“Enough about me,” You grab his hand, dragging him down to a bench. “Tell me about your adventures.”

“I’m not sure a princess would like to hear such gruesome stories.” Geralt chuckles, and you frown.

“I’ll have you know I’ve taken down my fair share of kikimora’s.” His chuckling subsides, his eyebrow raising at your confession.

“You,” He points at you. “Have killed a kikimora.”

“Three of them, they were attacking my people.”

“So why did you send me to kill the Alghoul if you can do it yourself?” Geralt is confused, and his arm rests behind you on the bench.

“I haven’t been able to leave the palace without proper supervision in preparation for my birthday,” You clasp your hands in front of you. “But I knew you would help.”

“You can use a sword.” It’s more of a statement than a question, and you nod again.

“I’ve been trained in secret by a friend.”

“Impressive.”

You can’t help but blush at his words, never having someone comment on your secret before. A comfortable silence befalls the two of you, and Geralt watches the stars. He was ethereal. The way the moonlight cascaded through his hair, the way the light made his eyes glow a little brighter. Beautiful.

“You’re quite beautiful.”

Geralt raises his eyebrow, smiling a little.

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you, Princess?” He quips, his smile reaching his eyes as you laugh.

“Do you think I’m beautiful too? Either way I’m afraid I had to say it,” You wave your hands in defence. “It’s my curse, honesty.”

“So we’ve found something else you’re afraid of hm?” He retorts, and you remember the conversation from before.

“I guess we have... I’m afraid of a forced life if I’m honest.”

“A forced life?” Geralt repeats.

“Being forced into a marriage with some man who only views me as a trophy, bearing children born not out of love, but ‘tradition’,” You can’t help but scoff, shaking your head. “Who wants their future designed for them?”

“Do you not wish to be queen?” He stares down at you in confusion. “Women dream about being where you are.”

“I care about my people, but I am not a pawn for someone else’s benefit, nor am I a carrier for children.”

He thinks of your words, nodding slowly. It’s quiet for awhile, until Geralt speaks.

“Why are you telling me all of this?”

“Because I envy you.” You grab Geralt’s arm again, noticing him tense in response.

“I’m not someone to be jealous of.”

“I’m envious of your freedom.” You sigh.

“I kill monsters, your highness.”

“And yet, you’re still free to do as you please.” Shrugging, you noticing someone running towards you.

“Then runaway.” Geralt also notices the figure as well, standing quickly.

“Easier said than done,” He helps you stand, and you peer to the side, noticing Asa making her way over. “Relax, it is my maid.”

“Your highness! Your highness! He’s here!” She gasps, not caring about the large man by your side. Your stomach drops, and you sit down again.

“Not him,” You groan. “Anyone but him.”

“Whose here?” Geralt asks, confusion evident in his tone.

“Lord Kalen, Princess (Y/N)‘s betrothed.” Asa replies, frowning as she does so.

“Don’t remind me,” Your head rests against the bench. “If that is all Asa, I wish to remain here for a little longer, thank you.”

She nods, curtsying before leaving.

“Can I just order you to kidnap me and take me away?” You’re only half kidding, and Geralt chuckles.

“And have a whole kingdom out for my head? Not sure how that would work.” He’s still chuckling, and you look away.

“Do you have somewhere to stay for the night Witcher?” You change the subject, causing the man to grin.

“Why, wish to get me in bed?” Gasping at him, you slap his arm from where you were sitting.

“I’m offering you a place here in the palace for the night, would you not prefer sleeping somewhere where you can actually fit in a bed?”

“Why?” He asks again making you groan, and the man stares in amusement.

“Yes or no Witcher, I will not ask again.” You probably would, if we’re honest.

He thinks over your words, before agreeing.

“Jaskier may stay too, I’m sure the two of you don’t like to be separated.”

Geralt’s amusement fades, a scowl taking over as you grin. He holds his hand out, and the two of you walk back to the palace. You seperate when you enter, and you asked a maid to prepare two bedrooms for the Witcher and his guest.

“My bride,” A hand touches your shoulder, and you can’t help the frown. “I have been looking for you.”

Faking a smile, you release a breath. “Lord Kalen! I’m so happy you could make it.”

“For my bride to be, anything.” The older man kisses your hand, and you attempted to hide your distaste to the best of your abilities. The lord was thirty years your senior, and you cursed your father in your head once again over the arrangement.

“Please, help yourself to some ale!” Grabbing a pitcher as a member of staff walks past you. “Enjoy yourself!”

“Oh I will, but I know what I would enjoy more.” His eyes gaze over your body, and you shiver in disgust.

“I’m afraid that’ll have to wait for our wedding night.”

“A shame really.” He sighs, grabbing the pitcher from your hands.

“Mm,” You notice Geralt watching you from the corner, Jaskier trying his hardest to get his attention. “A shame indeed.”

“If you’ll excuse me my lord, I’m not feeling very well.” You leave without an answer, making your way through the crowd. People attempt to stop you, but you excuse yourself to them and quickly hide on a balcony.

Making sure the curtains are drawn, you’re leaning over the edge in an attempt to catch your breath, the unease over the lord taking over. Soon after, the doors open from behind, and you don’t turn around.

“Asa I don’t need anything right now, please leave me be.” You whisper, your fingers gripping the cold stone beneath.

“Guess again.” It’s Geralt, and your head whips around. You don’t reply, instead sniffing in response. The man steps forward, until he’s in front of you. His fingers reach up, holding your chin gently.

“That is your husband?” He questions, cringing at the idea of the older man.

“Not yet, but he will be.” You sniff again.

Geralt’s jaw tenses, before he shakes his head.

“You are beautiful, by the way.” He mumbles, wiping away a stray tear.

“Hm?”

“I didn’t get the opportunity to tell you before.”

“Oh,” You can’t help but lean into his touch. “Thank you.”

For once, it was nice to have a genuine compliment.

“Geralt?”

“Princess?” He’s peering down at you.

“Kiss me.”

He doesn’t hesitate.

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“You know, if you’re about to tell me to look on the bright side…I’m about to hit you in the head with a peanut butter sandwich.”

[ashann7]

Pride & Glory - Part 9

They were Strucker’s first success story, but I - I was his pride and glory.

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A soft knocking on the door woke Y/N from her sleep. She carefully untangled her limbs from Pietro’s and left the bed. A small smile formed on her face as she looked down at the sleeping man. She knew she loved him long ago, but after losing him completely, the adoration she felt was nearly overwhelming.

Another soft knock pulled her from her daze and she quickly grabbed a silk robe from her closet and made her way to the door.

Y/N quietly pulled the door open just far enough to see Wanda standing outside. A smile grew on Y/N’s face upon seeing the Scarlet Witch and she quickly opened the door further and pulled her into an embrace.

After a moment, Wanda pulled away, her face suddenly serious.

“Everyone’s awake and they’ve been talking… I’ve been trying to keep their minds from wondering, but I think it might be best if you go down and talk to them.”

Y/N’s smile faded as she nodded in agreement. “You’re right,” she began as she stepped back into her room and pressed the door closed. “I’ll be right down.”

Before Y/N could shut it completely, Wanda reached her hand out and caught the door.

Y/N raised her eyebrows and Wanda smiled once more.

“I missed you, Y/N, and I’m glad you’re back.”

The smile returned to Y/N’s face at the witch’s comment. “I missed you too, Wanda.”

With that, she pushed the door the rest of the way closed and turned to return to the bedroom.

“I missed you too, you know,” a sleepy, Sokovian voice spoke from within the room.

Y/N looked to see Pietro now awake and leaning against the headboard, his arms propped casually behind his head.

“Oh did you? I didn’t realize.” Y/N said through a smirk and sent Pietro a quick wink.

As Y/N turned to head into the bathroom, Pietro was instantly in front of her, his hand toying delicately with the silk bow holding the robe closed. “Perhaps you should come back to bed and I can show you just how much I missed you… again.”

Y/N’s smile grew and she rose up onto her tip-toes to plant a small kiss onto the corner of his mouth. “As great as that sounds, I need to get downstairs. Natasha’s missing and the team…” Y/N sighed before forcing a smile and looking up at Pietro. “The least I can give them is an explanation.”

Pietro’s shoulders slumped slightly in disappointment, but a small smile formed on his face. He removed his hand from the tempting bow and placed it, instead, on the side of her head. Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed as he gently pulled her forward and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead.

“I’ll be right there with you, princeza.”

---

The team all gathered in one of the meeting rooms within the tower. Bruce and Tony took a break from the cradle and Clint begrudgingly momentarily stopped his search for Nat.

All of the eyes in the room were quickly turned on Pietro and Y/N as they entered. The once quiet conversations that filled the space were soon replaced with silence as the team waited for Y/N to speak.

“I remember… I remember everything.”

Y/N’s eyes locked with Steve’s and he gave her a small nod, silently encouraging her to continue.

“I grew up in a small village in Prussia. My life was normal – I had loving parents, a little brother, a-“

“Sorry, I gotta ask,” Tony interrupted. “How, exactly, did you turn into a lab rat?” Steve shot Tony a stern look, but Tony simply shrugged. “Oh come on - Everyone’s wondering it.”

“It’s fine, you have a right to know.” Y/N took a deep breath before continuing. “When I was 14, an influenza virus spread through many parts of Prussia. My little brother was the first one to get sick and my mom started showing symptoms soon after. Mom begged my dad to take get me out of the village and somewhere safe.” Y/N paused, a dry chuckle leaving her. “I was so mad at her for making me leave. I didn’t understand…”

“My father took me to Sokovia where he believed I would be safe. He left me with some family friends and returned to finds blockades on the road - our village, like many others, was quarantined and he had no way of getting back to them.”

“The quarantine lasted nearly 18 months, but the second the barriers were removed my father and I were back home.” Y/N brow furrowed as the memory played in her brain.

“The house was empty. We searched for them and eventually found that my brother had died just days after we had fled. He was so little and the virus just…” Y/N shook her head to keep the tears from falling and instead continued to speak. “My mother, about two months after him. Alone.”

Despite her attempted control, Y/N’s voice broke slightly as she spoke the list word and she quickly cleared her throat in recovery and took a deep breath as she continued with her story.

“You have to understand, my dad was a good man, but what happened to them, he never stopped blaming himself. He started obsessing over different diseases and experimental vaccines and when I asked him to stop and just be my dad again, he shipped me off to boarding school. He drove himself mad trying to make amends and I guess that’s when he found Hyrda.”

Bruce’s brow was furrowed as the listened intently to Y/N’s words.

“Strucker…”

At his muttered interruption, each of the team members turned their heads in his direction, further confusion clear on their faces.

Bruce’s face lit up as he connected all of the dots in his head. “You’re Baron Strucker’s daughter…”

Y/N nodded her head, confirming his claim.

“After the tesseract found its way into his hands, my father brought me back to Sokovia and showed me his plans… I knew that he was troubled when he sent me away. I knew that he was struggling, but I had no idea what he had become – a monster.”

Y/N’s gaze connected with Steve’s, his brow deep set as he focused on her words, but his eyes still soft and encouraging.

“It didn’t matter that he was the only family I had left – I felt that I had lost him the moment he sent me off anyway. So, when I saw what he was doing – the way he was devaluing human life – I told him I was leaving and that I never wanted to see him again. But he didn’t let me go. The moment I tried to leave I was grabbed by guards and locked up. It didn’t matter that I was well cared for and kept comfortable. I was my father’s prisoner … Hydra’s prisoner. I thought it was because he feared I would expose everything they were doing, but I was wrong.”

As Y/N’s voice waivered slightly, a warm hand wrapped itself around her own and she looked up to see Pietro smiling down at her reassuringly.

“Wanda and Pietro weren’t his first test subjects,” Y/N continued. “Not even close. There were many that failed and died before them, but the two of them survived. Pietro gaining the ability to manipulate his body, and Wanda her mind.”

Y/N’s gaze fell to the floor and Pietro gave her hand another reassuring squeeze. “With two successful subjects, my father felt comfortable moving forward…”

A tear silently fell down Y/N’s cheek and she quickly reached up to wipe it away with her free hand.

“I begged him not to, but he wouldn’t listen to reason. I’ll spare you the gory details, but he combined the individual methods used on Pietro and Wanda, and he used it on me. When all was said and done, I was able to manipulate both my mind and my body. Thus, becoming Hydra’s stolz und ruhm (pride and glory),” Y/N’s voice was filled with disdain as she quoted her father in their native tongue.

“The twins were his first success story. But I” A dry laugh escaped her mouth. “I was his pride & glory and before I knew what had happened, I was one of Hydra’s favorite weapons, too.”

As she finished speaking, Clint approached her and pulled her into a hug. “Whatever you did – whatever they made you do, it doesn’t matter now. You’re one of us.” He pulled back slightly, keeping his arms firmly on her biceps.

“I mean it. I’ve seen the look on your face before and I watched that very look tear my best friend apart for entirely too long. You are not a monster; do you hear me?”

Although her lip quivered, she nodded in response.

Y/N’s attention was drawn away by the conference room door opening and she felt her heart sink as she watched the captain’s back as he left the room.

Excusing herself from the rest of the team, Y/N followed after him and found him in the hallway, not far from the doorway, leaning on the wall for support.

She cautiously took a place next to him on the wall, though neither one said, or did anything to acknowledge the other’s presence.

The door opened again causing Y/N to look up as Clint entered the hallway. He offered her another small smile before his eyes fell on Steve whose eyes were still glued to the floor and his brow knit in deep thought.

Clint’s departure to continue searching for Natasha left Tony and Bruce alone in the conference room with the twins; a situation Tony was all too happy to take advantage of.

“So let’s talk about the earthquake last night.”

Pietro’s nostrils flared and his fists clenched as Tony spoke. He had spent more than half of his life hating the man – that kind of rage doesn’t go away overnight.

Sensing her brother’s sudden mood swing, Wanda quickly spoke.

“A nightmare,” she simply offered.

Tony nodded slowly and absentmindedly stroked his goatee as he thought over her short response.

“Right… So let me know if I’m off base here, but nightmares generally consist of a bit of tossing and turning, maybe some screams,” Tony’s features feigned a sympathetic look as he turned to the other scientist, “and in extreme cases bed wetting. Right Banner?”

Bruce only rolled his eyes before Tony began to speak again. “Touchy subject, I assume.”

His attention quickly turned back to the twins, “what I’m saying is I don’t buy it. And I suggest you start offering real explanations before my bedwetting buddy here,” he jabbed a thumb in Bruce’s direction, “turns green.”

Pietro had heard enough and quickly stood face to face with the man he still held disdain for.

“You think that you can just threaten us and we will tell you everything? We are not afraid of you, Mr. Stark, nor your green friend. My sister alone proved that she could handle him, no?”

“Pietro!” Wanda scolded; quickly placing herself between the two men.

She sent her twin a warning glare before turning to face Tony. “They are nightmares – I’ve seen them. They began when Hydra started messing with her brain. That level of confusion – of terror… you couldn’t even imagine.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed momentarily before he resigned his skepticism. “Okay fine, so they’re nightmares That still doesn’t’ explain why my building turned into a shake weight.”

“She was trying to get away.’’ Pietro spat at him.

“I’m still sensing some hostility here – do I need to remind you that you’re currently under our protection?”

Pietro scoffed, “Protection?”

“Piet, enough.” Wanda commanded. “What happened last night has happened before. Not often, but enough for us to know what was happening as soon as it started.”

Wanda sighed and sat down. Her eyes met Pietro’s, silently telling him to sit as well. Reluctantly, he took a seat and the two Avengers joined them sitting opposite them at the conference table.

“If she ever said no or didn’t play the perfect soldier role, Hydra put her back in the chair and destroyed her memory - it’s how they keep their assets in line. After it happened for the first time, Pietro and I helped her find her way back. She would leave herself notes, do little tests, anything to help her make sure she remained her. When her memories were triggered, her conscious mind could handle the influx of memories. There were times when it was painful for her, but mentally, she could handle it. But when she’s unconscious, it overwhelms her.”

She turned to glance at Pietro before continuing. “Pietro is right, she is trying to escape it, but she is so fixated on the memories flooding her mind that she can’t focus on anything else.”

“The building shook because she was trying to get away,” Pietro repeated himself. “Because she could not focus on just teleporting herself, the building was going to go with her.”

Bruce leaned forward; a new level of interest clearly written on his face. “She could do that?”

Wanda quickly shrugged her shoulders. “She may be able to, but it has never gotten that far.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed as he turned his gaze to the speedster. “So how did you make it stop?”

“Pietro is the only one who’s been able to,” Wanda quickly answered.

“The tests Wanda was talking about. It is one of them. It pulls her back to me – er back to reality. It makes her feel safe.”

---

In the hallway, Steve finally broke the silence.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

She offered him a small smile, but didn’t speak. What would she say? It’s okay? No, what happened to her wasn’t okay. She did appreciate his gesture though and hoped that a smile would sufficiently show that.

“I have no right to ask. I shouldn’t and I know that, but I have to know-“

“Yes,” she answered before he could finish.

“What?”

“Yes, I met him. Yes, they controlled him the same way.”

He took a deep breath at her response. “Do you… Do you think that he’s still in there? Do you think he can find his way back?”

Y/N turned her body to face him, her eyes sad. “Steve… I don’t know. I only crossed paths with him once that I remember and he – he wasn’t a man. He was a machine.”

Steve’s face fell in disappointment and Y/N quickly put her hand on his bicep. “I don’t know if he is still in there, but when all of this is over, I will help you find him. I will do everything I can to help you get him back. I promise you, Steve.”

Pride & Glory  - Part 10

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Request: “Reader is eldest Tyrell daughter. Due to their connected lands, the Tyrells and the Tullys built a great relationship. For that reason, the reader travels to the north frequently. As a child just for fun, and as she got older, to see the man she secretly loves, Robb Stark. One of her extended visits overlaps with the Royal family’s visit and upon seeing her at the feast, the king insists that she marry his brother, Renly (instead of Margaery), further uniting the kingdoms. Reader and Robb are shocked and devastated, and despite attempts to stop, continue a dangerous, steamy affair. Drama/angst/fluff. Ending up to you! With #43,71,77″ by @ashann7

 Prompts: 43: “You have no idea how much I want you right now”, 71: “You’ve been drinking tonight haven’t you?”, 77: “We’re meant for each other”

Words: 2100

A/n: Sorry it took me so long to write this, I don’t write for Robb very often so I wanted to be sure to get his character right. I hope you like it and thanks for requesting! 

How did we end up here? You asked yourself thinking of the path that led you to the extremely complicated and even dangerous situation you were tangled up in. It all started years ago when, as a child, your family decided to visit the North for the first time and you got to meet the Starks. From the first moment, you and Robb got along very well and a strong friendship bloomed. However as years went by the both of you changed and so did the nature of your relationship. It was the night of Robb’s 16th name day when he finally confessed his feelings. One thing led to another and soon you found yourselves in a passionate and loving relationship. Seeing how complicated things were concerning your families, you decided to keep your relationship a secret and settled for stolen kisses in the dark and side glances during feasts. And to you, that was enough, because all you needed was him and all he needed was you.

Unfortunately fate wasn’t in your favor. When you arrived in Winterfell, dressed in your finest gown just as your mother had requested, you didn’t expect to meet the royal family. At the time it didn’t bother you, as the only thing you had your mind on was seeing Robb again. The moment your eyes caught his you could feel your entire body flooding with joy.

“Mother can I please be excused?” you asked politely trying not to give away your feelings

“Of course, my dear” she replied smiling and it took a great deal of effort not to start running away. Thankfully, you managed to keep your calm until you reached the Godswood where you and Robb always met. Seeing that he wasn’t already there you took a moment to regroup yourself before you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“I missed you” Robb whispered laying soft kisses on the back of your neck and making his way towards your cheek. You let out a small breath and leaned back against him, savoring the warmth of his body.

“So did I” you replied, turning around to kiss him for the first time in months. You spend all afternoon there, talking about what had been going on with your lives the past months. Not seeing Robb for such a long time had been really hard for you, even though the letters you exchanged made up for it somehow. It felt amazing to finally be able to enjoy his company up close. Time flew by and before you knew the sun was setting.

“Robb, I have to go, mother will be furious if I don’t show up in time for the feast” you broke the comfortable silence.

“I’ll see you there” he replied kissing you softly before you got up and brushed the leaves off your dress making him chuckle. After taking some time to get ready you finally joined the feast, eyes scanning the huge dining room for Robb. Your search was interrupted by an announcement that got everyone’s attention.

“I would like to thank you, my King for visiting on behalf of House Stark” you heard Robb’s father, Ned say

“The pleasure is mine Ned, you know I love the North. And since House Tyrell is present, I believe congratulations are in order” Robert replied causing a wave of whispers erupt in the room.

“For what, my King” Ned Stark voiced the question most guests had in mind.

“Lady Y/n is to be married with my brother Renly” King Robert announced making all the attention turn towards you. At that moment you could swear the world was closing in around you, causing you your head to start spinning. That couldn’t be happening, could it? Suddenly it all became too much and the only thing you were able to do was excuse yourself and run outside to get some air finally letting the tears flow. Somehow, while in this dazed and confused state your feet led you to your room and you ran inside. When did your father agree to this? Why didn’t he tell you sooner? What was going to happen with Robb? You probably couldn’t ever see him again. The questions running through your head were starting to give you a splitting headache.

The knock on your door put you out of your misery as you were forced to snap out of your thoughts. You opened without bothering to ask who it was, only for you to face the man occupying your thoughts. Before he could say anything you fell into his arms and failed at trying to keep your tears at bay. The way he held you, as if he was trying to shield you from the world, only made the thought of having to live without him harder. When you had finally calmed down you pulled away enough to stare into his emerald eyes, hiding the same desperation you were feeling.

“Did you know?” he asked and you were thankful there was no hint of accusation in his tone

“I found out tonight. What are we going to do?” That question only had one answer and you knew it. However you hoped there’d be another way, a second choice.

“You know there are not many options. The wise one would be never to see each other again but I do not believe I can stay away from you” he said looking deeply into your eyes while he brushed a stray lock of hair back behind your ear.

“And the other one?” you asked curiously. Of course he couldn’t mean…

“We carry on” he replied and hurried to continue before you could protest “Listen to me, Y/n. It may be dangerous but it is not impossible. It is a known fact that Renly is not interested in the company of women. He will probably have other relationships with men and so it is rather unlikely that he will get suspicious” You couldn’t believe that Robb was even considering that probability

“It wouldn’t be the honorable thing to do”

“I do not care” he inisted

“We both know you do” you replied smiling sadly

“Should I assume you have a better idea then?” he asked a little too harshly making you flinch at his tone. However, you were starting to get equally frustrated.

“Do you?”

“We could run away. Board the first ship to Essos and never return” he suggested but you knew he was overtaken by his emotions.

“Robb, this pains me as much as it does you, but that’s impossible. Seven hells, the last time a girl didn’t marry a Baratheon it caused a bloody rebellion” you exclaimed stressing the example of Robb’s aunt, Lyanna “I think it’s best if we stop this before it is too late” you continued and even though it truly hurt you, it was the right choice.

“It that’s what you want” Robb replied coldly. He didn’t give you a chance to say anything as he left the room leaving you in an even worse shape. What you didn’t know was that the moment the door closed behind him he broke down, letting the tears he had been holding back finally flow

The next two months were torturous for you. Preparing a wedding at Highgarden was a great deal. You had to follow your mother through endless rehearsals and visits and on top of that pretend you were overjoyed. The emotional toll that had on you was huge and combined with how much you missed Robb, it left you exhausted. Not a single day passed where you didn’t think about the Stark or you didn’t wish for things to be different.

Back in Winterfell, said Stark was just as miserable as you no matter how much he tried to hide it. Thoughts of you were coursing through his brain making missing you almost physically painful. However Robb was not as good at hiding his feelings as he imagined. He knew not seeing you against was the most logical option but he couldn’t cope with the fact that you weren’t his anymore. He couldn’t just continue his life knowing another man got to wake up next to you every day, a man you didn’t even love. You deserved to be happy and Renly was certainly not going to give you this.

The dreaded day was almost there and guests had already started flocking Highgarden. You and your sister were greeting everyone and chatting with the high ladies. The absolute boredom was broken when you saw Ned Stark arrive, accompanied by Sansa and Robb. The Gods must be really cruel for bringing him there. Fortunately for you, you managed to avoid speaking to him despite how much you wanted to. It wouldn’t be right for the both of you to reopen old wounds. After the nightly feast ended you wished to rest in your room, too tired to care about anything. However, a knock on your door was heard, ruining your hopes of a peaceful sleep.

“Who is there?” you asked before opening the door. When no answer came you decided to do so anyway. Nothing in the Seven Kingdoms could have prepared you for the sight in front of you. Robb hurried into the room closing the door behind him. To say he was looking bad would be an understatement. There were dark bags underneath his eyes, his hair was a complete mess and you could sense the smell of alcohol in his breath.

“What are you doing here?” you asked him, still mad about his behavior last time you talked

“I had to talk to you” he stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

“What more is there to say?” You couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Y/n, I love you. We’re meant for each other and you know it. I cannot live without you.”

“Robb, I have never loved and never going to love another as much as I have you, but it is too late”

“It doesn’t have to be” Every word was followed by a step closer to you and by the time he finished talking he was standing right in front of you. Being able to feel the warmth of his body you had to fight the urge not to fall into his arms

“I’m getting married. It’s not my choice, but there’s nothing I can do to prevent it, I tried”

“Fuck marriage. There can be another way” he exclaimed loudly making you signal him to quiet down

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” By know you could definitely tell he had had a lot to drink before coming to talk to you. That didn’t change the fact that he meant every single word that was coming out of his mouth and you knew it.

“It doesn’t change the fact that I’m not going to let you go, not this time” he declared placing a hand on your cheek and softly running his thumb over your lips, while the other was hugging your waist. The truth was you would regret it for the rest of your life if you didn’t agree with him. He was the love of your life and judging by the way he was looking at you, eyes full of affection and desire, you were certain his feelings were just as genuine as yours “No one has to know, it will be our secret”

There was nothing holding you back as you finally gave into him and melted into his touch while leaning in to kiss him. The moment his lips touched yours it felt as if nothing else in the world mattered, just you and him. He took another step forward causing your back to hit the wall. You let out a light gasp which he used as a chance to deepen the kiss even further.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now” he whispered as his lips left yours only to start teasing you by leaving a trail of burning kisses down your neck. At that moment you knew that no matter the danger it put you into, being with him was worth it. To hell with consequences…

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So is anyone writing for Taron as The Hood, because damn 😍 I’m begging y’all, please send me links ❤️

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Pride & Glory - Part 8

They were Strucker’s first success story, but I - I was his pride and glory.

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“Meine Tochter (my daughter), it is time.”

“No, I don’t want this! Please papa! Please don’t do this! NO! NOO!”

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“Shh, you’re okay. What is your name?”

“Y-Y/N.”

“My name is Pietro… Hey, don’t cry. Come here… Everything is going to be alright. I won’t let them hurt you again.”

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“It has worked… Meine Tochter (my daughter), mein Stolz und Ruhm (my pride and glory). You, my sweet, will end them all.”

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“We wait for two days for Tony Stark to kill us… (to kill us… to kill us…)”

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“Oh moja ljubavh (my love), I have missed you. Where did they send you this time?”

“Odessa… I met the one they call the Winter Solider. He was nothing more than a shell… Pietro, I don’t want that. I can’t-”

“Hey, look at me. I promise you, I will get you out of here.”

“And what about the Avengers? Would you give up your vendetta?”

“For you, Princeza, I would die. I will forget the name Tony Stark if it means that you are safe and happy.”

“I love you, Pietro.”

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“There is no time! The Avengers are here and I will NOT lose everything over one asset. Wipe her and we will start over.”

“I don’t care whose daughter she is. I want enough electricity coursing through her veins to kill a horse. We cannot risk her teleporting and falling captive to the Avengers.”

“Is the wipe complete?... The Captain is here; it’s too late. Leave her, run!”

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Pietro was used to the nightmares – there were very few nights that he could remember that he didn’t have them. Sometimes he relived the bombings, other times he was strapped to the experimentation table again, but recently, he only saw her and those dreams haunted him more than anything else. This night was no different: as he jolted awake, his bare torso glistened with a thin layer of sweat and his sheets lay disheveled at the foot of the bed.

He placed a hand on his chest and took a deep breath in an attempt to steady his breathing. The silver-haired man looked to his left to the nightstand where a clock earlier sat and furrowed his brow as he saw the contents of the nightstand now scattered on the floor.

Realization began to set in the moment the building began to shake. Pietro didn’t need to hear the scream that soon followed to know what was happening.

Within an instant he was out of bed and sprinting to Y/N’s bedroom. He paused for a moment in the open doorway, a sense of deja vu overcoming him.

Before he fully realized what was happening, Steve had pushed by him and was running towards Y/N’s bedside.

“Captain, no!” Pietro attempted to stop him, but for the first time in years, Pietro was forced to face the gut-wrenching feeling associated with being too late, and he hated the sensation.

In an attempt tor rouse Y/N, Steve reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders as she flailed wildly atop the bed.

The moment his skin contacted hers, another pained scream left Y/N’s mouth and Steve was sent flying into the opposite wall.

At the sound of the impact, Pietro was instantly at Y/N’s bedside.

He quickly climbed onto the bed and carefully positioned himself behind her and pulled her into his torso, his arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her arms securely to her chest.

Y/N’s body continued to thrash against the newfound restraints and tears streamed down her face.

Pietro’s hold tightened slightly and he began to whisper soothing Sokovian words in her ear – words meant just for her to hear.

By this point, the remaining Avengers had awakened and were each watching from the doorway as Pietro tried to control Y/N. Wanda, fully understanding what was going on, quickly stepped into the room and helped Steve to his feet.  

Steve watched in astonishment as Y/N eventually stopped fighting altogether and fell back into a peaceful sleep.

Pietro visibly relaxed, but his arms remained locked around the woman; his gaze never leaving her face.

Wanda looked from Steve to the group of Avengers who were huddled in the doorway, watching the scene unfold.

“We should let her rest,” she suggested in a slightly hushed voice.

Natasha looked from Steve to Y/N and Pietro before nodding and turning to exit the room. The remaining Avengers followed suit, but Steve was hesitant to leave. There were so many questions rushing through his head and if it weren’t for fear of disturbing Y/N, he would have thrown both of the twins into the hallway and demanded answers.

Wanda turned her attention back to Steve who remained planted in his spot, his eyes focused on the duo before him.

“Captain,” Wanda called out to him.

He let out a huff of breath his harsh gaze locked on Pietro, but Pietro’s eyes remain locked on the sleeping woman in his arms.

Reluctantly, Steve turned and stormed past Wanda and out the door. Following suit, Wanda quietly exited the room, pulling the door closed behind her.

Pietro and Y/N remained that way for nearly an hour: her sleeping peacefully and him lost in a trance at the familiar sensation.

“Pietro?” Y/N’s voice asked quietly. The moment Pietro heard it, he had to fight with his urge to continue holding her and instead rapidly removed his arms from her torso.

He quickly began to pull himself out from underneath her, muttering apologies as he went.

“Pietro?” Y/N asked again, but the silver-haired man didn’t answer. Instead he continued untangling himself from the bed sheets.

He had finally made it to his feet and had turned to leave when a warm hand wrap around his bicep.

“Pietro.” This time it didn’t come out as a question. It was a command and Pietro felt he had no choice but to look at her and try and explain why he had found himself in her bed at this hour.

Regretfully, he turned back to face her. She, too, had crawled out from the sheets and now kneeled at the edge of the bed, her hand still holding his arm. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to meet Y/N’s, but where he once saw emptiness and fear, he now saw sadness and something else. Something he had seen before, but believed his eyes to be tricking him. There was no way this woman who had become a stranger held longing for him. And yet, there it was. Her pupils slightly dilated and her gaze lingering.

Neither one said a word; lost in the moment, stuck staring into the other’s eyes.

Finally, Pietro broke the silence, the not knowing killing him more than the potential reprimanding that could still ensue.

“P-Princeza?...” he hesitantly asked.

Slowly, Y/N nodded her head, her brow furrowed and her lip beginning to quiver.

At this, Pietro’s breath caught in his throat. “You remember me?”

Once again, Y/N slowly nodded– though this time the tears in her eyes fell down her cheeks.

The moment Pietro saw her movement, he took a quick step – successfully closing the space between them. His hand instantly found the back of her neck, tilting her head back and kissing her slightly parted lips. His free hand wrapped the small of her back and pulled her closer; their torsos pressed tightly together as their lips danced in unison.

As if testing his own memory of each of her curves, Pietro slowly traced his hands over Y/N’s body. Upon reaching the backs of her thighs, Pietro pulled up, bringing her legs out from underneath her and securing them on either side of his hips.

Slowly, he dipped forward until her back met the mattress and climbed atop her, not once breaking their passionate kiss.

Pietro’s movements were slow and sensual, afraid that if he moved too abruptly, he may wake up and find that it was all a dream. Y/N clung to him, tighter with every shift, afraid herself that if she let him slip away, he and any memories she had of him would vanish altogether again.

Soon enough, their clothing was strewn around the room and the sound of labored breaths filled the air.

Pride & Glory - Part 9

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Hi! I want to apologize for not reblogging the last few chapters of Pride & Glory. I haven't been on tumblr the last few weeks (it was giving me major problems) so I haven't gotten to reblog the newest chapters! D: So now I'm going to go reblog the few I missed lol So excited for new chapters! Have a lovely day!!!

JUST SAW THIS AND YOU’RE AMAZING. LIKE LITERALLY, CAN WE BE BEST FRIENDS PLEASE??? You, beautiful, perfect human being, are the reason I wanted to continue to write. THANK YOU!

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Can you PLEASE tag me in pride and glory? I love the series!!!! And I need more Pietro in my life rn!

Honey, you and me both 😍 yes yes yes! I’m happy to add you - thank you for being patient with me! ❤️

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Hey I was wondering if I could be added to your Pride & Glory taglist?? I just started reading and all ready love it.

Absolutely! I hate that I vanished for a bit, but I’ve added you and you’ll see part 8 very soon! Thank you for your support ❤️

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I’M BACK!

I feel awful about going MIA for a minute - so aside from updating Pride & Glory, I also wanted to take a second to explain my absence. At the end of the summer, I moved across the country for gradschool and a new job. Both of which have been amazing and have allowed me to travel a lot! On one of these excursions to NYC, I decided that it would be fun to drop my laptop at TSA in the New York airport... Spoiler alert - it’s actually not fun. While everything seemed fine at first, I soon realized my motherboard was damaged and like a jackass, I didn’t have my work backed up. Needless to say, I got it replaced and now have an external hard-drive, but I had a really hard time picking up with writing. I felt super discouraged and unmotivated and it sucked. BUT, my pity party is officially over and I am happy to be back! I’m still going through my notifications and messages from my brief sabbatical, so please don’t be offended by my lack of response thus far. I love you all!

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Pride & Glory - Part 7

They were Strucker’s first success story, but I - I was his pride and glory.

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U-GIN GENETICS RESEARCH LAB

SEOUL, KOREA

“I can read him,” Wanda states in amazement. “He’s dreaming.”

A mind-controlled Helen Cho steps forward. “I wouldn’t call them dreams,” she corrects. “It’s Ultron’s base consciousness.”

While Ultron and Helen discuss the remaining time until the new being is complete, Wanda makes her way curiously to the chamber and places her hands atop the case.

Despite being told otherwise, she opens her mind to see into what she had believed to be dreams and instantly pulls away, a pained cry leaving her mouth.

Immediately, Pietro is at her side, comforting her. She looks at Ultron in shock, then to her brother.

Still trying to catch her breath, she turns her attention back to the robot. “How could you? You said we would destroy the Avengers… Make a better world.”

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Pride & Glory - Part 6

They were Strucker’s first success story, but I - I was his pride and glory.

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“How’s the team?” Maria asks through the video communicators on the quinjet as the Avengers flea a partially ruined South African city.

“Everyone’s – ” Tony catches himself before finishing his false answer. “We took a hit,” he corrects himself, “we’ll shake it off.”

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Pride & Glory - Part 5

They were Strucker’s first success story, but I - I was his pride and glory.

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“You and I can hurt them, but you-” he pauses and extends a hand to gently graze Wanda’s cheek, “-will tear them apart from the inside.”

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