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Alone || Holy, Jesus

A month had passed since the quarry incident, it had taken them two days to gather all the bodies and remove them from Alexandria, it was actually Rick who had found Evie searching all the bodies, looking at their faces before moving on.

When he asked what she was doing, taking her back to Carol, she was supposed to be at the school, but considering a lot less students would be there, Natalia had decided she could do school work whilst Carol watched her, considering she didn't like the school/ garage anyway. Evie had told him that she was looking for her dad, she wanted to see if he had ended up there, he then proceeded to help the girl find the body, so that they could bury him, let the girl have a place to visit when she needed her father, who was no longer there.

It was a long and exhausting challenge to get Alexandria back together, never really a moment of peace.

When the wall was the only thing being built back up, Natalia had decided to move into Evie's home, deciding it best that she was somewhere she had spent most of her time in Alexandria, all her things were here, her dad used to live here with her, besides, the house was too crowded.

Most of the group had spread out, moving into their own homes, except for the first house on the street; which consisted of Rick, Carl, Judith, Michonne, Daryl, Carol and used to be Natalia, and temporarily, Evie.

Daryl and Natalia were still as close as ever, they never mentioned the incident at the quarry again, but something had definitely shifted in their relationship, and it kept Natalia up a lot as she thought about the man.

it was like neither of them wanted to make the first move, and she was starting to get frustrated with him for it, but also with herself.

He had spent a lot of time at Evie's and now Natalia's home, helping when something needed fixing, giving Natalia other company than just a six year old, they ate a lot of their meals together as well, Carol had been teaching her how to cook, considering she had a kid to feed, she never had to do it much before, mushy food that she could buy, or frozen food she could throw in the oven, had always done the job.

Often, she felt very domesticated with the pair, sometimes it scared her, not wanting to get too attached to something that could be taken from her, but other times, when she managed to shut the stupid voice up, Natalia enjoyed it, liking having the weird family dynamic, even if it was with Daryl and Evie.

"Anything else?" Daryl had asked as the two girls ate their breakfast, he was going on a supply run with Rick, today.

Sully was happily eating out of his dog bowl, sporting a bejewelled collar that Evie had made him.

"Shampoo" Natalia snapped her fingers. "I've been trading my toothpaste with Michonne for hers, but she's ran out of that as well."

"Crayons." Evie burst out, seeming to remind herself.

"Eves, it's more like things we really need." Natalia told her, biting her spoon of baked oats..

"But mine are running out" She pouted, "And I need them to draw and take notes from work."

"Or your school work, that you've been lacking on, we had a deal, Evelyn." She pointed at the girl.

"Please, Daryl." She tried the man, which normally worked, he was the softer one.

"I'll put it on the list." He did as he said, writing it under shampoo. "Alright, I gotta go, you sure you don't wanna come with?"

"No, it's okay, be safe. Come home." Natalia stood up, rounding the table, placing her hand on his shoulder, kissing his cheek as he scrunched his face up.

"I always do." He told her.

"You better." She kissed his cheek again. "I need to wash my hair."

"Yuck." Evie gagged, dropping her spoon into her bowl, the pair looked down at her who was grimacing at them.

"Yuck? What are you saying Yuck at." Natalia asked, attacking the girl in a bear hug, as she kissed her cheek, exaggerating the mwah sound.

Evie giggled loudly as she pushed her away.

"Alright, I gotta go, I'll come round when I get back." He told Natalia, though it sounded more like a question, patting her back as she stood back up.

"Yeah, I'll save you a plate." She held his side, as he was stood behind her. "If the doors locked, you still got the key?"

"Yeah, 'Course."

"Okay, good." She smiled at him as he started to leave. "Go get dressed, missy, I gotta get you over to Denise so I can get to work."

"Okay, Mom." Evie jumped from the table, running out the room, up the stairs, Sully following her excitedly.

Natalia froze from gathering up the dishes on the table.

"You heard that too, right?" She looked at Daryl, who was stood by the wall, leaning against it as he was looking at her.

"Mhm." He nodded.

"She... She called me... Go, you gotta go with Rick." She ushered him out of the house.

"He can wait, you gonna freak out?" He asked her.

"No, it's fine, she probably didn't mean to" She shook her head. "Go get what we need, so you can come home."

He did as told, leaving the house.

Natalia let out a deep breath, pushing her hair out of her face.

She gathered herself quickly, going back to gathering up the dishes so that they could be washed, her mother had forced it into her from a young age about keeping a house clean, make a mess, you clean the mess before it can expand.

"Evie, hurry up!" She called up the stairs once the kitchen was put back together.

"I am." She huffed, stomping down the stairs, Sully's tail wagged as he walked towards his owner.

"Alright, alright. Do you need a jacket?"

"No, I'm okay."

"Okay" She held Evie's hand, as they left the house, Sully walked beside them.

It was late when Daryl had come through the door, looking exhausted, or it could even be the morning.

"Hey, you're home." Natalia smiled at him when he walked into the kitchen.

She was sat at the table, Evie was asleep beside her, her head rested on her crossed arms as the woman brushed her fingers through her blonde hair.

Sully was already in his bed, in his own room, Natalia was those kind of people.

"What's she doing up?" He asked.

"Wanted to wait for you, didn't quite manage it, though."

"I got it." He said, walking towards them, lifting the sleeping girl into his arms so that he could take her to her bed.

Evie stirred before snuggling into the crook of his neck, mumbling in her sleep.

"Are you sure?" Natalia asked him.

"Yeah, S'alright."

"Okay, I'll heat your dinner up." She stood up from the chair, kissing Evie's head, then patted his shoulder as he walked out the room, towards the girls bedroom.

Natalia took the plate of food out of the oven, putting it in the microwave to warm it up.

It was sat on the table, waiting for him, when he came back downstairs, she was hanging up the picture Evie was drawing, as she was waiting for Daryl, up on the fridge, using magnets to keep it there.

"Did you get the stuff?" She asked him once he thanked her, sitting down at the table.

"About that." He mumbled, biting into lasagne. "Found some guy."

"You found a guy?" Natalia repeated, sitting down at the table opposite him.

"Yeah, a real prick." Daryl explained. "We found this truck full of shit, but it drove into a lake, 'cause of him."

"Fuck" Natalia dropped her head onto the table. "Where is he?"

"In the cell, knocked out cold, fucker got whacked with the truck door as it rolled back. Worst part is that he calls himself Jesus."

"Freak." Natalia grumbled.

"How was today?" He asked her, cutting the slice of lasagne up.

"Okay, the guys almost have the wall done, me and Aaron were actually planning a trip, though, been missing it, not going out there."

Since Evie had come into Natalia's care, she rarely left Alexandria, having to be there for the girl all of the time, a need to be the one constant in her life, as expected, from the loss of her parents, Evie had developed some attachment issues towards the woman.

"Really?" Daryl looked up at her.

"Yeah, go out a bit far, look out to recruit people, again, it was our job before... y'know, the very first mission. Carol already offered to take care of Evie if I was staying out at any point."

"It ain't safe out there." He shook his head, finishing off his food.

"It never has been, not much was gonna change in a month." She told him. "You know I can handle myself, I haven't forgotten that quick, or are you forgetting how many times I've saved your ass?" She smirked, standing up to pick up his plate, so that she could wash it up, he was bad enough at practising his own personal hygiene, without reminders, let alone keeping her dishes clean.

"Not nearly as much as I've saved yours."

"Alright, keep telling yourself that." She laughed, bending down to kiss his cheek, knowing it got on his nerves when she was overly affectionate, though he had never told her to stop, what she didn't know, was that he didn't mind it at all.

She pulled away only a millimetre, a warm fluttery feeling overcoming her at how close she was to him, he had seemed to feel it too, when he turned his head, his eyes levelled with her lips, they slowly trailed up her face, meeting her gaze, until hers shifted down to his own lips.

She took the leap, finally fed up with the "Will he, won't he" Bullshit, taking matters into her own hands.

Natalia leaned forward slowly, her hand coming up to cup his cheek, giving him plenty of time to pull away or tell her to stop, but he never did.

She softly grazed her lips against his, like at the quarry, but this time, she had meant to.

She did it once again, before kissing him properly, his lips were rough against her soft ones.

When he didn't kiss her back, she pulled away, standing up straight, Daryl followed, standing up so abruptly, that his chair almost fell back.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking." She stammered, her cheeks reddening at the embarrassment and rejection. "I just-"

"No, not that." He shook his head.

She looked up at him, her brows furrowing.

"What?"

He scratched the back of his head as he tried to get his sentence right.

"Wasn't expecting it, S'all, You don't want a-"

"A what?" She challenged. "Did you want me to kiss you?" She asked him.

He looked around the room, clearing his throat.

"Daryl?"

He shrugged.

"I ain't good at this kinda shit, told ya before."

"Just tell me, yes or no."

He hesitated, before nodding, only slightly that she probably would have missed it if she wasn't watching him so carefully, he stared at his boots, not looking at her, though.

Natalia took a step forward, cupping his cheek again, lifting his head so that he would look at her.

"Can I kiss you, again?" She looked down at his lips, before looking into his eyes again, trying to read him.

He looked down at her own lips, chewing his, his head bent slightly.

Natalia pushed his bottom lip free from his teeth, with her thumb, standing up on her tip toes, slowly reducing the space between them, she then placed her soft plump lips on his, once again, it took him a moment to kiss her back, making sure this was actually happening, and not another one of his fantasies.

She grabbed his hand, leading it to her back, pressing it against her, before pushing it down, so that he was cupping her ass over her jeans.

She then grabbed his other hand, leading it towards her cheek, he understood what she was doing, she was guiding him through what to do, what she liked.

She had understood from their conversation on the porch all those weeks ago that he didn't have much experience, she doubted he was a virgin, but that was probably just a job to do, he hadn't a clue what he was doing in an intimate situation.

He tangled his fingers in her hair as he held her face.

Natalia appreciated the slowness of it, but eventually she licked the seal of his lips, making it known to open them.

She then placed her hands on both his shoulders, pushing him to sit down on the chair, which he did.

"Is this okay?" She asked as she moved to sit on his lap, straddling him.

He didn't say anything, only staring at her wide eyed, but he nodded.

"Yes or no, you can say no." She told him.

"Mhm, yeah." He rasped.

She kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck after leading both his hands back to hold her, one on her waist and the other on her lower back. she played with his hair as the kiss heated up, he seemed to get more familiar with her as he pressed his lips against hers, more greedily.

She pulled away, grabbing the hem of her top in the criss cross motion, pulling it up and over her head, only sitting in her bra and jeans on top of him.

Natalia smirked as she watched his eyes trail down before back up at her face.

"You can touch them, if you want." She said.

He was hesitant.

She grabbed his hand, opening up his palm, placing it on her boob, closing his hand around it, before showing him to squeeze it.

"Like that." She told him, as she did the same to his other hand.

She adjusted herself on top of him, her arms going back around his neck.

"Are you sure you wanna..." He looked back up at her face after staring at her chest, fascinated by them, the red colour of the bra complimenting them massively.

"Yes." Natalia nodded. "I have for a while, actually." She smiled, giggling at the expression on his face. "You were taking too long, so I decided I had to make the first move."

She kissed him as he continued to play with her breasts.

"Take it off." She whispered in his ear.

"Sure?" He asked, clearing his throat again, he was nervous.

"Yes." She nodded in the crook of his neck, grabbing his wrist, moving it towards her back, to her bra strap.

When he managed to unclip it with only two fingers, pinching it together, she looked at him as the red straps fell down her arms.

"You done that before?" She looked at him suspiciously.

"Nah, just good with my hands."

"Lucky me." She let her bra fall to the ground.

His jaw had slightly dropped at her bare skin.

"Here." Natalia stood off him, moving backwards to sit on the table, hooking her foot under the chair, and pulling it forward so he was sat right in front of her.

Daryl placed his arms on either side of her body, trapping her in as he leaned towards her chest, she could feel his breath on her skin, causing goose bumps.

She shuddered waiting for him to do what she wanted.

When he had taken too long, she placed her hand on the back of his head, gently pushing it towards her breast, he took the hint, kissing her skin.

She moaned at the feeling as he licked at her nipple, biting it, causing her to jolt in his mouth.

She leaned her head back, enjoying the sensation, his thumb rubbed circles on her hip on the opposite side of the boob he was paying attention to. Her fingers were entwined in his hair, pulling at the roots as she continued to quietly voice her approval at his actions.

"Yeah, like that, keep going." She encouraged, her voice was coming out breathlessly. "So, so good."

Just then, the front door burst open, Glenn ran into the room, causing the pair to jump at his appearance as they all stared at each other in horror, Daryl hadn't even pulled away, just looking over his shoulder, he couldn't move at being caught like this, with Natalia.

"Glenn! What are you doing?" Natalia hissed at him, jumping off the table and grabbing her clothes.

"What are you doing?" He squeaked, pointing at them, his eyes were wide and his brows were furrowed.

"What are you doing, here?" Daryl growled.

Glenn seemed to come to his sense, the reason why he barged into the home.

"That guy, he got out, he's in your house." He said to Daryl as Natalia was throwing her top back on, her back to them.

"What?" Natalia burst out, grabbing her gun from the side, running past Glenn, him and Daryl following behind her.

Abraham was already there when she reached the house, the four of them ran up the stairs, aiming their guns at the man with long hair and a hat, who was sat on the stairs, Carl was stood behind him, his gun also aimed at the man's head.

Michonne and Rick walked out into the stairway, Michonne was fixing her top as Rick was doing up his jeans, shirtless.

Natalia took her eyes off the man, looking at her friends as her jaw dropped, Michonne glanced at her, before at everyone else, putting her hands up to the guns.

"It's... it's okay." She said.

"You said we should talk." Rick said, as the group of people looked at the pair, putting two and two together. "So lets talk."

"What the hell is going on, today." Glenn muttered.

They left the stairway, making their way to the dining room, to sit at the table.

"You and me have a lot to talk about after this." Natalia hissed at her friend.

"About what?" Michonne faked innocence.

"You know exactly what, did you and Rick..."

"That's not relevant right now."

"So, how'd you get out?" Rick asked Jesus as they sat around the table, so they could interrogate the man.

"One guard can't cover two exists or third floor windows. Knots untie and locks get picked. Entropy comes from order, right?" Jesus said.

"Right." Daryl grunted.

"I checked out your arsenal. I haven't seen anything like that in a long time. You're well- equipped, but your provisions are low. Very low for the amount of people you have. 54?"

"More than that." Maggie told him.

He stared at her, before looking down.

"Well, I appreciate the cookie. My complements to the chef."

"Yeah, she ain't here." Daryl told him.

Carol had gone to go get Evie up, with Judith, considering Natalia was with the group.

"Look, we got off to a bad start. But we're on the same side... The living side."

"That don't mean shit." Natalia told him. "We may still be breathing, doesn't mean we have the same motifs."

He glanced at her, nodding, before looking back at Daryl.

"You and Rick had every reason to leave me out there, btu you didn't. I'm from a place that's a lot like this one. Part of my job is searching out other settlements to trade with. I took your truck because my community needs things, and both of you looked like trouble. I was wrong. You're good people. And this is a good place. I think our communities may be in a position to help each other."

"Do you have food?" Glenn asked him.

"We've started to raise livestock. We scavenge, we grow. Everything from tomatoes to sorghum." Jesus explained.

"Tell us why we should believe you." Rick said.

"I'll show you." He perked up. "If we take a car, I can take you back home in a day, and you can all see for yourselves who we are and what we have to offer."

"Wait, you're looking for more settlements." Maggie pointed out. "You mean you're already trading with other groups?"

"Who?" Natalia asked.

"Your worlds about to get a whole lot bigger." He grinned at the people.

Daryl was fixing up the RV, whilst Natalia was saying bye to Evie, Rick had asked her to come to Jesus's community with them.

"You be good, okay?" Natalia told her, brushing her hair out of her face.

"I will, I aways am." Evie told her, brushing the woman's hair back, copying her.

"Fibber." She commented. "I love you." She told her.

"I love you, too. Natty" She hugged her.

"Are you sure it's okay if I go, I can tell Rick I'll stay here with you."

"No, it's okay, you need to make sure there's no bad guys."

"That's right, I'm the bad guy spotter." She laughed. "Be good for Carol, and Denise, and do your school work, I've made sure Carol is gonna make you do it."

"Awrh." Evie groaned.

"Awrh, all you want, you're doing it. I'll get you something as a treat when I come back, deal?" She offered her hand to the girl, who shook her hand excitedly.

"Deal."

"Alright, you got it."

"Let's chew up some asphalt." Abraham called from the RV door as everyone packed in to it.

"Gotta go, be safe, be good, be here when I come back." She told the girl, kissing her hair goodbye.

"Please come home." Evie told her, hugging her tightly.

"I will, I always do." She reluctantly let go of the girl, standing up.

"She's gonna be safe, alright, I'll make sure of it." Daryl joined them, placing his hand on top of the girl's head.

"You better make sure Natty comes home." She told him, her voice was demanding.

"I'll bet my life on it." He promised.

Evie grabbed his arm, tugging him down towards her, which he did, getting on his knee as he crouched down beside her.

"Make sure you come home too, Daryl." She told him, wrapping her small arms around him as she kissed his cheek.

"I will." He hugged her back.

Natalia took a step back, as Daryl stood up, they both didn't know how to react around each other, and they felt awkward, but glad that all eyes were on Rick and Michonne, no one had suspected that anything had happened between them, but it was common knowledge that Glenn was a bad liar and couldn't keep secrets.

Michonne and Rick were sat at the front, which irritated Natalia as she was hoping to sit with her friend.

Instead, she was sat next to Abraham, Glenn and Maggie were opposite them.

Maggie was asleep as Glenn had his hand over her stomach, where their baby was.

With the news of Maggie's pregnancy, Natalia didn't feel too happy for the couple, they knew the risks of having one in a world like this, even the dangers of going through the pregnancy, Natalia had decided from her miscarriage that she'd never put herself through that, and that she was lucky how early on it was, she debated on telling them this, but instead bit her tongue, there was no point, now.

She could feel Glenn's stare on her from time to time, when she looked at him, he looked away, then looked at Daryl, who was sat on the counter, above her and Abraham, then would look back at her.

She rolled her eyes, looking away as she picked at her nails awkwardly, it didn't slip her mind that Glenn had got a good eyeful at her boobs, and had seen what had happened on top of that table.

"Hey." Abraham said, trying to catch Glenn's attention. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." Glenn nodded.

Abraham sat forward, Glenn copied, making a little huddle, though Natalia could hear both of them very distinctively.

"When you were, uh, pouring the Bisquick, were you trying to make pancakes?"

Natalia's jaw dropped at his analogy.

Glenn didn't seem to get what he meant though.

"Uh... yes?" It then hit him.

Natalia hid her face as she shook her head.

"Oh, okay, um... it's something that we talked about, yeah."

"Yeah." Abraham nodded.

"Why?" Glenn asked him.

"No, I just... well given the precarious state of affairs on any given Sunday, I am damn near floored that you or anyone else would have the cojones to make a call like that."

"I mean, well..." Glenn looked down at his sleeping wife. "We're trying to build something, me and her. All of us."

"For the record, I see rain coming, I'm wearing galoshes." Natalia looked at the red head, appalled at what he was saying, she had no idea what it meant. "I double up."

"Do you ever try to speak normal, ever?" Natalia asked him.

"What, that made sense." He looked down at her.

"In what world?"

"Alright, what about you?" He asked.

"What about me??"

"Y'know" he nodded at Glenn and Maggie. "You ever thought about raising a kid?"

"I am raising a kid, and a dog." She reminded.

"No, I mean like popping out a pup, raising it from there."

"Uhm..." Natalia chewed on her lip as she wrapped her head around what he just asked her. "No. I haven't exactly got the time for that, sorta busy with... other stuff."

"Seemed like you had the time." Glenn grumbled, shuddering.

Daryl and Natalia looked at the man, both of their cheeks heating up at the incident.

Natalia kicked him in the leg.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said through clenched teeth.

Abraham looked at the interaction, his eyes trailing up to the rednecks tense body language before back down at the woman.

"Wahey, well how 'bout that." He laughed. "I called it, back at that barn we were holed up in during the tornado." He nodded at Glenn, "Time for you to pay up."

"Nothing happened." Natalia pressed, "You bet on us?" She stood up. Natalia slapped Glenns forehead. "You're husbands an idiot." She told Maggie, who had woken up, then proceeded to walk towards Rick and Michonne leaning against Michonne's chair. "I can't believe them pervs" She grumbled.

"What?" Michonne asked, looking up at her from the seat, Ricks hand was holding hers on top of her knee.

"Nothing." She muttered.

Natalia looked ahead, tyre tracks burned the road, swerving to the grass where an overturned vehicle was.

Rick slowed down as they approached.

"Yo, Rick. What's going on?" Daryl asked from his spot at the back, he had previously been evil eying the two men.

"We got a crash ahead." He replied. "Looks like it just happened."

He drove past the corner, everyone got a clear view of the burnt and bloody bodies that were trapped underneath, reaching out for anything.

Jesus stood up, looking out the window.

"That's one of ours." He said.

Natalia unsheathed her knife as they left the RV, taking a look at what had happened.

Blood stained the area, a lot of it.

The people who were caught in the crash, already turned, it must've been a painful death as well, by the way they were caught, cut and ripped up.

Rick aimed his gun at Jesus's head.

"If this is a trick, it won't end well for you." He told him.

"My people are in trouble. They don't... we don't have a lot of fighters." He shared. "I know how it looks, but I'll play it out. Can I borrow a gun?"

"No." Daryl told him. "We got tracks right here."

Daryl led the group to a house, where they assumed the survivors were hiding out.

Rick banged on the door, but no one answered.

"They gotta be in there." Jesus said.

"I think aiming a gun as soon as they open the door, when they're injured and scared, isn't the best idea anyway." Natalia told Rick.

Rick lowered it, turning around.

"We moving in or what?" Abraham asked.

"How do we know this ain't firecrackers in a trash can?" Daryl asked, walking towards Rick.

"You don't." Jesus exasperated.

"We'll get your people. You're staying here with one of us." Rick told him.

Jesus turned around, trying to reason with either Michonne or Natalia.

"That's the deal." Michonne told him.

"Will you stay?" Glenn asked Maggie.

"Yeah." She answered. "Y'all go. Just be careful."

"Yeah." Rick agreed, handcuffing the man. "We're gonna be careful."

"Just hurry." Jesus told him.

"You hear me whistle, shoot him."

"I will." Maggie agreed.

Daryl opened the door, and they headed in.

Natalia took her gun off safety as she entered.

The sound of walkers snarling echoed around the building as they made their way through.

They had split into teams of two.

Natalia ended up with Glenn.

"For the record, I didn't mean to look." Glenn whispered to her as they walked through the dark hallways.

"'Preciate that." She replied, her knife in hand as she listened for the sound of walkers. "If you can just forget it completely, that'd be great."

"How long have you guys been together?"

"We're not, it just kinda happened." She shrugged, wishing he would focus.

"But seriously, on the tab-"

He was cut off as a walker barged out of one of the rooms, heading for Natalia, who was ahead, she plunged her knife into its head as another came out, going for Glenn, he dealt with it.

They looked around, for any signs of living or death.

A clatter sounded from one room, the pair glanced at each other before heading for it.

A man was hiding behind a filing cabinet.

"We're friends of Jesus." Natalia told him, when he put his hands up in surrender.

"Come on. Let's go." Glenn ordered.

"I can't go with you. I'm looking for my friend." The man told them. "He's close, and he's hurt from the crash."

"Our friends have probably already found him." Natalia told him. "If they haven't already, we'll help you find him, you're not gonna achieve much hiding behind that." She pointed at his spot.

He followed them and they headed out the room, walking down the hallway.

Abraham had a man pinned to the wall, Daryl was behind him, knife in hand as he looked around.

Rick and Michonne had caught up with them.

"Come on, man." Daryl told him as they ran down the hallway. "Let's go. Come on."

They left the building with Jesus's injured friends.

The guy Glenn and Natalia had found was their doctor.

Maggie and Glenn were quick to become friends with him.

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Mediwhump May Day 2: Stitches

Challenge: @mediwhumpmay 2023 Fandom: Marvel - Winter Soldier/Black Widow Prompt: Day 2: Stitches Tags/Warnings: hurt/comfort, medical whump, stitches/sutures

Bucky jerks as Natasha’s needle digs deep.

“Stop squirming,” she mutters. “This is hard enough as it is.”

“I promise, this isn’t more fun for me,” he shoots back.

The gash she’s stitching is on the back and inside of his left thigh. A little deeper, a little more to the left, and she might have been trying to find a surgeon to repair a severed hamstring on short notice, rather than sewing her partner back up inside the loo of a nearly-abandoned petrol station.

There’s just enough room for her to sit on the toilet and him to balance on his right foot, pressed against the door, while she works on the laceration, blood streaming down his leg, soaking the black trousers around his ankles. He’s going to leave a trail of bloody footprints if they’re not careful. From the smell of things, though, a makeshift surgery isn’t the worst thing that has happened here. The smell of blood barely registers above the piss and shit.

It’s not the best place to be doing this, but it’s not the worst either of them have done this, either. She wipes blood away to see the seam starting to form under the carefully laid suture.

“Are you done?” he asks in her pause.

“Almost. I’m worried about how much blood you’re losing.”

He grunts and shrugs with one shoulder, unconcerned. His metal arm is doing the work of holding him up in the stall, fingers locked over the door. He’s holding a pistol in his right hand, ready to burst through the door if someone tries to attack them.

For a moment, Natasha imagines him doing that with his trousers still around his ankles and she snorts with amusement.

“You think this is funny?” He tries to crane his head around to see her, but he can’t without moving his body and her needle goes wide again. “Ow! Fuck!”

“Stop moving!” She lightly swats his ass in admonishment, but he doesn’t move again.

“Fuck you.”

“In the gas station bathroom? Isn’t that a little down and dirty for you?” She purrs coyly and is delighted when she sees a flush in his ass cheeks - proving that she still has it and he hasn’t lost nearly as much blood as she feared.

“Natalia, I swear to god-”

“There, we’re done.” She finishes her stitching and ties off the suture. She gropes for a gauze pad and holds it to the laceration. “Can you put weight on this leg?”

Bucky shuts up and tries, too much weight at first and his knee buckles. The steel door of the stall groans under his weight as he catches himself. “No, no, I’m fine. Give me a sec.”

This time he balances a little more carefully and Natasha can see the moment that he forcibly sets aside pain, setting his shoulders, shaking his head.

She hates this, hates seeing him reach for conditioning he never should have endured.

But right now? Right now he needs it and frankly, so does she if they’re going to make it out.

She finishes wrapping the bandage around his leg and puts away the kit while he pulls his trousers back up and settles his belt. They wash their hands in silence.

Natasha reaches for the lock on the door and hesitates only long enough to see Bucky’s glazed eyes and pale skin under his stubble. But whatever he’d been thinking gets pushed to the side.

He meets her eyes and nods once, answering the unasked question. “Yeah, I’m good. Let’s go.”

#mediwhumpmay #mediwhumpmay2023 #medical whump #winterwidow

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Sive shook her head at Fion. Soenthing was wrong with her sister, she felt it. Nyaxia never ignored her for this long. She was alive but Night was dark, the borders closed.

She couldn't even get anything from the Changelings in the land there to respond to her requests.

She looked to Natalia, so young now. She was loathed to leave the children, but Fion would be here. Even if he insisted on coming, she wouldn't let him.

She pressed a kiss to Viren and Natalia's heads, handing little Natalia to Fion.

"Be good for you Papa. Mama will be back tonight."

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She slipped through the Wards, she'd forced them to bend to her. Night may only answer to Nyaxia, but Prythian fell to her will.

Liam had stepped down when she'd Challenged him. No one would be in this position, fighting for scraps if he hadn't kicked off the Gods War all those years ago.

She moved through the marshlands and meadows surrounding Night. The mountain, the entire thing was dormant. She frowned, noting a shift in the lands here. A decay, a rot changing the landscape. Soenthing was definitely wrong.

Was Nyaxia or Alarus hurt?

She continued, looking up at the Moonstone palace in the distance. She moved, stilling as she saw Vesperus and Lanthys arguing in front of the doors.

"Has she refused to let you both in too?"

They turned to her, both bowing as they saw. Vesperus had forged their weapons, Lanthys had lead their armies. Both had growing with Nyaxia and sworn to her Cadre.

What had happened that she had locked her Cadre out?

Lanthys looked to his mate, turning to Sive.

"Yes Sive. The Meadows had changed at the base of the mountain. She had asked for some time with her family and given us both time off. But -"

"We were in the area and something felt off and decided to see if she needed anything."

Sive nodded, stepping between them to the steps. She could feel the wards shiver and hold, repelling even her. She looked to Vesperus and Lanthys.

"Are her and Alarus alright? Fighting or -"

Vesperus shook her head, brushing some hair behind her ear.

"They are as in love as usual. I know Atroxus and Apollion payed them a visit but I was told it went well."

Sive nodded, looking to Lanthys and Vesperus.

"Keep behind me."

She touched the wards, gritting her teeth as her sister's magic flared. She held on, shattering the wards. She moved through the hallway.

It was silent, but it was the smell of blood that made her stomach roll. She heard Lanthys and Vesperus draw their weapons.

She moved through the living room, and up to the first bedroom, the one where the smell was strongest.

She exhaled, fortifying herself. She recalled the violence she'd seen during the Gods War. The bodies broken and littered across fields. She saw the gore covering her parents, herself as she was dragged from their home.

She remembered the way it stuck to her nails for weeks after.

She shoved the door open, finding her sister on the floor. She focused on her, not the dismembered little bodies scattered around her.

"Nyaxia?"

Her sister shuddered, slowly lifting her head to her. Her eyes were dull, wide.

"I had to, I had to. They were infected Sive. They -"

Sive stepped into the room, reaching for her sister. She fell into her arms, sobbing quietly into her arms. She looked to Vesperus and Lanthys with a nod. He spun from the doorway, turning to find Alarus.

"I understand Nyxie. Did he?"

Nyaxia's sobbing went louder and she gripped her arms. Her nails digging into her skin, Sive barely felt it. Her emotions shutting down to survive this. She wouldn't break, she never broke.

Not when her family needed her.

"He didn't. He - he -"

"Found him!"

Vesperus knelt before Nyaxia and looked to her.

"He's alive, breathing. He...he is asking about the children, about her."

Sive nodded and looked to Nyaxia.

"What told you they were tainted Nyxie? What showed you they were corrupted?"

Nyaxia pointed to the mirror, hung with a tattered silk curtain. Sive transfered her to Vesperus and riped the mirror off. She didn't hear Nyaxia cry for her to not look.

She did, she felt the power greedily tug at her. To break her psyche, to show her the rotten thing she was.

She titled her head, bearing her soul instead. She knew who she was, she knew she was the monster to some people - she'd continue to be if that's what it took to protect her family and people.

She turned from the mirror looking at Vesperus.

"This Apollion's mate's work no? Was this a gift Nyxie?"

She whined, shutting down. Lanthys came back, Alarus propped against his. His eyes glazed, they focused on Nyaxia, on the bodies littering the bedroom floor. He swallowed and looked to Sive. He spat a few teeth out, shutting down. Move forward, move forward and survive another day.

"She - Atroxus learned we were expecting another child. He and Apollion came to deliver the gift. A mirror that would show their potential that's what they said. I - the children liked it, I didn't - it didn't have any wards or spells on it Sive. I made sure! I -"

He staggered forward, crawling to his mate. He reached for her, ignoring as she tried to shove him away. He dragged her closer, pinning her into his arms till she stopped struggling.

He stared up at Sive, at Vesperus and Lanthys came to block the mirror's sight.

"She - she grew obsessed, said the mirror whispered things. Cute things at first, the weather, what the children wanted for dessert. Fun, happy things. Jr grew more and more intense, she wouldn't let me remove it from our room. I was going to contact you a few days and -"

Sive nodded, she looked to the mirror.

"Mala will remove this mirror, it shouldn't effect her changeling blood. Fion and I will clean this room, go to Avallen to rest Alarus."

He nodded, too exhausted to argue at the order. He pressed his face into Nyaxia's neck. He exhaled and looked to the three of them.

"And you three? What will you do?"

Lanthys eyes glowed gold, he showed his blade shinning silver.

"We're going to pay Summer and Solar courts a visit. Apollion and Atroxus have much to answer for."

Sive looked to Vesperus, darkness encroaching in her eyes. Shadows jumping at her command.

"Doesn't one of Atroxus nieces rule Dawn? What's her name Elia? Was there some scandal before her wedding?"

Vesperus smile was all venom.

"She rejected her changeling mate. Gregor has been beside himself with fury about it ever since. I'm sure he'd love to help us send a message."

Sive turned to Alarus, shadow Wraiths forming behind her. They knelt, her will was theirs.

"Your vengeance will be handled Alarus. Go east, take my sister and rest. Do not trouble yourself wil this any longer."

Alarus eyes closed.

"Thank you Sive."

He pulled Nyaxia tighter Windwalking away.

Watching the whisper of her sister disappear was like the world was crashing down around her, she felt as if her heart was constricting as she struggled to maintain herself. There was no room for errors, there was no opening to allow someone else the upper hand. Emotions had to be put into check, she needed to collect herself.

Sive looked over the wraiths, her hand tightened at her side as she raised her chin. They had their targets, they had the start of their plan. They had places to be, people to visit.

"Vesperus, Lanthys, where would you like to begin? We have a long bloody path ahead of us, and we need to ensure we are deemed untouchable once we complete this. No way for anyone to say we are the direct cause."

They needed some deniability, even if it was clear it was them, they needed to make sure that no one had any real substance to retaliate.

#Muse | Sive

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who are your favorite Community character(s)? ships? episodes? feel free to use this as an excuse to talk about anything Community-related that you want to talk about!

thank you so much for this ask but you don't know what you've done,,, the community brainrot I have is truly unmatched I could ramble about it for hours hdkfkg

My favourite characters have got to be the golden trio of Troy/Annie/Abed (with Troy being my favourite if I had to choose) and I really do think a huge reason for that is the sense of family and comfort they all have with each other. Like obviously I LOVE Jeff and Britta (I am a proud member of the Britta Perry Deserves Better Society) but their age and experience makes them very selfish and nihilistic in comparison to the really sweet optimism trobedison all have. And god TROY!! like what if I was a socially isolated neurodiverse college student who uses film/TV to understand and cope with reality and you joined a Spanish study group with me where we became best friends and you gave me all the love and affection I could ever dream of 😳😳 ahaha jk... unless?? I love Abed and Annie because of the Projection but Troy is like the best friend I wish I had!! I am willfully ignoring geothermal escapism rn please and thank u 😌

Also I always have to s/o to Shirley because I am also a proud member of the Shirley Barnes Deserves Better Society and if I don't give her the respect she deserves who will! Narratively she absolutely got fucked over (Repilot what's ur address I just wanna talk) but she still manages to be a great character despite that. Yvette is so good in the role comedically and emotionally and it makes her a really fun character to watch despite the fact that she's bogged down by the fact that she's conventionally quite boring (a conservative Christian housewife). The fact that we actually get some Shirley development is one of the best parts of season 5 imo (again not including Repilot H*rm*n pick up the phone).

With shipping I'm pretty chill with most pairings because the show really does make it so almost any relationship could happen and it would fit- like I will die on the lesbiannie hill but abedison and even troy/annie (do they have a ship name?) are very cute and I'd have been chill if they got together on the show. Also one-sided Annie/Frankie and Brittannie >>>

I mean I even have a soft spot for Deanjeff which is def not something I'd have said the first time I watched lol. The only ships I'm not a fan of are j/a and pierce/anyone for very obvious reasons.

The pairings I actively ship though are (to the surprise of no one!) jeffbritta and trobed. It has all been said before but Troy and Abed literally complete each other and they are the greatest and most tragic lovestory of all time!! God! Honestly I feel similarly about Jeffbritta- they make each other better, you know? They truly understand each other on a level the other members of the group cannot and the penultimate episode of season five showcases it so well. It's such a small scene but when they agree to get married it's really one of my favourites because it's so small but so perfectly them. They're also bi solidarity so 💆‍♀️

There's a great fic called Introduction to Federal Investigation by Scioscribe and dare I say it,,,, Britta/ATF guy rights.

For everyone's sake I will not be going into detailed explanations of why I love them but some (definitely not all lol) of my favourite episodes are:

Abed's Uncontrollable Christmas (the medium switch! the use of genre to explore a character in the way only community can! the christmas pterodactyl!)

Intermediate Documentary Filmaking/Documentary Filmmaking: Redux (some of the funniest episodes- LeVar Burton, Jeff Winger's Dumb Gay Dad, the "to meet different people" bit, Jeff as the dean, all simply *chef's kiss*)

Studies in Modern Movement (trobedison. kiss from a rose. jesus loves marijuana. yes ❤️)

Queer Studies and Advanced Waxing (Community exploring the dean's sexuality shouldn't make me as feral as it does. and yet!! Gay dean is great, I love the karate kid b plot, and they actually Made Points about the way hets treat gay rep. I adore this episode)

I'm sorry this was so long lmfao 😭 I would do a readmore option but I'm on mobile and have absolutely no clue how. Thank you for the ask!! <3

#me: makes a sideblog just to talk about community #me when i use it to talk about community: omg dude. be quiet. why are u still talking. stop it #natalia shut up challenge #paradigmsofbrittaperry #ask tag

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jimmy fallon shut the fuck up and let natalia dyer talk about ronance challenge

#the way i just watched that interview #not meg being a stancy....#ronance

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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 3 years

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Warmth

Pairing: Alpha Beefy Bucky x Female Mutant Reader

Summary: Being paired off with Bucky Barnes on a mission was hard enough. Hell, the two of you being a part of Hydra a long time ago was already hard enough. But when the two of you are forced to seek shelter in an Avengers safehouse, it gets even worse.

Because there's only one freaking bed.

Will you survive the night with the grumpy Alpha by your side? Or will you rip your hair out?

Who knows. The nights are unpredictable.

What you do know is, is that Bucky Barnes is too fucking hot for his damn good.

Maybe you just might pull your hair out.

Warnings: Heavy A/B/O dynamics. Mentions of past torture from Hydra for both Bucky and the Reader. This Bucky is sort of a mix between CW!Bucky, (hence the beefy!Bucky), but also TFATWS!Bucky bc I love grumpy old man, sassy Bucky. Some angst/hurt/comfort, because I'm a hoe for angst. No heats/ruts in this lil fic, just good ole rough smut. Some biting and some mild blood too. This sex would be considered unprotected irl, but in the a/b/o verse, I don't think you'd need protection??? Who knows. Italics are for when Bucky and the Reader are talking in Russian. The Reader also has a nightmare, which ties back in with the whole mention of past torture from Hydra. If I missed any other warnings in this, let me know and I'll make sure to add them!

Additional Notes: This was written for @agentofbarnes's writing challenge! Congrats on 7k, Zee! I'm sorry this took so long. I started writing this in July, and let it marinate for far too long. But it's here now. I hope you enjoy!

All writing mistakes in this fic are mine, as usual.

Word Count: 4,602

Hell.

This was absolute pure fucking hell.

As you and the former Winter Soldier, James "Bucky" Barnes himself stared at the front door of one of the safehouses for the Avengers in case of emergencies, you couldn't help make eye contact with him.

Great. This was just great.

No one, not even Clint had told you that it would be snowing in freaking January in rural Ohio, of all places.

Then again, you had faintly remembered doing gymnastics before you had been taken by Hydra with some arrogant Alpha guy named Lance. He had been a real pain in your ass and you remembered you had made him cry once. After you had escaped from Hydra, you had bumped into him again. Funnily enough, he was still just as scared of you as he was all those years ago. Which, you know, was nice.

But what was not nice was the Alpha that was currently looking back at you. James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky, Buck, White Panther, Jesus, Bionic Staring Machine- (the last three nicknames, all given to him by the Alpha Sam Wilson himself), scowled at you. His blue eyes even narrowed at you.

You wouldn't call what you and Bucky had a friendship. You two weren't even enemies. Heck, colleagues? Teammates? That was just putting it lightly, the relationship you had with the Alpha. Even when you had been captured and brainwashed into serving Hydra, the two of you had never crossed paths. It had been only after Hydra had fallen, did the two of you actually meet in person. Other than that, nothing. Nada. Nope. No with a capital N.O.

"Come on, let's go." Bucky all but grumbled. Realizing he didn't have the key to get inside, he looked at you. Like you had the key or something.

"James, I don't have the key." Bucky groaned. "Do you have a bobby pin, Omega? Something?" He asked in Russian. You plucked a bobby pin from your hair. A stray piece of hair fell. Putting the flat side in, you managed to unlock the door. You turned to look at him, giving him a toothy grin.

"Learned that from Pit Pocketing for Dummies, 101."

Bucky rolled his eyes at that. You just sniggered as you opened the door, greeted by cool air smacking against your face.

It made you shiver.

Because, unlike Bucky, you did not have any of that good ole supersoldier serum in your veins.

You were a mutant that could control water. Sometimes, you wished that you had the ability to control fire, because then, at least you could be warm in such dire situations such as these.

Taking your shoes off and putting them at the door, you surveyed the place.

It was a small house. Like a cozy little cottage. Probably only had at least two rooms at the max. It certainly gave off that vibe. There was a fireplace in the living room. A fully furnished kitchen, complete with a little wooden table with benches instead of individual chairs near the window.

Your grip on your bag of clothes became tighter as you realized that you needed to take a shower. Your stomach grumbled, alerting Bucky that you were hungry. Your comms had died. The two of you could contact no one until you charged them.

Which meant for at least tonight, or whenever the snowstorm outside stopped, you only had Bucky Barnes for company.

Well. That certainly would be pleasant.

"Go and shower first. I'll make dinner."

***

After your shower, you walked back into the kitchen, your sweet smell that reminded Bucky of deserts that his Ma used to make for him and his younger sisters back in Brooklyn drifted towards his nose. Thanks to the serum, he had already smelled it a mile away.

Cinamon rolls. Apple turnovers. Apple pies. Pumpkin pies. Bucky felt his Alpha rumble at the smell. Even Winter stirred at the familiar scent he loved so much.

When Bucky had gotten the trigger words wiped away from him due to Princess Shuri's genius, the Winter Soldier hadn't gone away from him. Rather, Winter had become a part of Bucky. Winter had been what Bucky became to survive Hydra. Winter was Bucky, only darker. More possessive. The deepest, darkest thing of him that the Wakandan Elders had helped him find again and reconcile with.

It was during times like this, making dinner in the kitchen that reminded him so much of his time back in Wakanda. Taking care of his farm and his pet goats, (that he sadly couldn't bring back with him when coming back to America), that he missed the most. It was domestic, in a way. He could almost feed into the fantasy, the thought that you were his Omega, his Bondmate, and that he was just making dinner for you.

From an outsider's perspective, it might've looked like Bucky didn't like you. That he just tolerated you. Treated you like how he treated everyone else in his life.

But it was the contrary.

He liked you.

He liked you very, very much. Other than Steve, Natalia, and heck, even the winged pigeon- you were one of the only people to truly understand him. You were probably even on the same playing field as Natalia, because you knew what it was like to be controlled by the Russian government. You held him at an arm's length at most, and you never treated him like he was some fragile, broken man. When you treated his wounds, you never fretted like other Omega's. Nor did you dottle. Ask him if he was okay every five seconds. It was disappointing in a way.

Bucky turned his head, just as you hopped yourself onto the counter, away from the conduction stove.

The smell of butter pasta was filling your nose. You watched with rapt attention as Bucky shut off the stove, grabbed the freshly grated cheese, and dumping it in. To hell with calories. Stirring quickly for a few seconds, he stopped. Turning his head to look at you, he gave you a low smirk. His scent of something sandalwood, oceany filling your nose. It made your Omega preen.

"Get some bowls, will ya doll? And forks too." Hopping off of the countertops, he heard a chirping, yet sarcastic reply.

"Yes, Sarge."

He felt his pants tighten at the thought. Hearing you grab all of the stuff, he swallowed.

Not that he would tell you that.

No.

Never.

***

"Oh, you've gotta be fucking with me."

So, as luck would have it. There weren't two bedrooms.

Nope.

There was only one.

Not only that, the entire room was fully furnished. A closet was on the left side of the door, against the wall. There was a window and just a bit to right, in the middle of the room, was a queen-sized bed, all made up with all the fluffiest blankets, comforters, and pillows imaginable.

"And you're sure this is the only room?" Bucky said. "Yeah! It's the only one, James. It's either this or the couch. And I'm not sleeping on the couch. It's too cold. Whoever built this safehouse didn't have any heaters built in either. Fuck, is this how I die? Freezing to death?" Your voice was getting higher with concern.

Bucky just rolled his eyes.

"No, doll. You're not to freeze to death. We're going to share that bed."

You turned your head towards him like he had just grown a second head. "What?" you exclaimed. "No. No, no, no. Noooo. James. Nu-uh. Uh-uh. I'm not going to sleep with you in my tank top and underwear. the least you've seen me in is a pair of short shorts and a tank top."

Bucky inhaled deeply through his nostrils.

Get yourself together Barnes.

Don't throw her over your shoulder.

Don't do that.

"You're a water mutant, doll. You're not a fire mutant. You aren't a supersoldier either. I'm not letting you freeze to death. I'll keep you warm all night. Better yet, don't sleep in your tank top and shorts. Our body heats will do just fine." Bucky snapped at you. You were still trying to collect your thoughts.

And then the realization, the reality of your situation, smacked you right across the face.

Bucky was asking you to sleep naked.

With him.

In the same frigging bed together.

Oh you were going to die. You were going to die and go up to wherever other spirits went to after they died. You weren't really all that religious nor spiritual.

But tonight though?

Yeah. Maybe you believed. Maybe a little.

Just the slightest bit.

"Okay, okay," you grumbled, "I won't wear any clothes. Better yet, I'll even give you a show. That'll even out the odds, James."

***

Warm.

He was just oh so warm.

Your back was flush against his front, feeling skin-on-skin.

You had stopped shivering about an hour ago.

Bucky had scouted the safehouse, to see if there was actually a heater, in case you had missed anything.

Nope.

There were no heaters in the safehouse.

Absolutely none.

Not to mention, all of the blankets weren't as thick. From what Bucky had observed a few hours ago after dinner while you had tackled the task of doing the dishes, was that the safe house had been abandoned for a while. It was either that, or nobody had stocked this place up for a while.

He had chosen the latter.

With his strong arms wrapped around your stomach, he pulled you close. You were asleep. Dead asleep. Bucky felt and saw your body rise up and down as you slept, your breaths all evened out.

It was nice, almost. Outside was quiet. Bucky could hear other than your breathing only the soft wind blowing due to the snowstorm outside.

For a moment, Bucky was lulled into a sense of calm. His mind was clear. His Alpha and Winter were quiet. He didn't have to fret. Or look over his shoulder. Didn't have to second guess himself or his actions anymore.

And then he heard it.

Soft whimpers coming from the sweet-smelling Omega that he was currently holding in his arms. You had begun to squirm, arms thrashing out. Your legs smacked on his knees, trying to desperately claw yourself free from his tightening grip on you.

"... I'll be good... just don't chuck me in the freezer again... please sir... I hate it there... please don't chuck me in the freezer, please..." you were sobbing in your sleep. You started to blubber, continually trying to claw yourself out of Bucky's grip. The metal plates of his Vibrainum arm shifted as his metal fingers tightened around your stomach. Bucky knew not to apply too much pressure on you- you weren't like him, Steve, or Natalia. You didn't have the serum in you.

"Doll? Hey, doll. C'mon, wake up. It's not real." Bucky tried shaking you awake to no avail. You had continued to thrash in his arms.

Sniffling loudly, your Omega was thrashing in her cage, in the confines of your mind. She was whispering, yelling at you to wake up.

"Omega. Wake up."

Bucky didn't mean to use his Tone. But you were being so hysterical, shaking, and crying to the point where it was beginning to worry him. Your sweet scent had begun to twist and turn into something more burnt. Singed. It made his eyes water.

You stopped thrashing in his grip. Your body froze up at his use of his Tone. Your Omega stopped throwing her temper tantrum too. She had paused for a second.

Her Alpha had given her a Command.

So why wouldn't she listen?

Peering from her cage in the confines of your mind, she sighed happily.

Alpha. Alpha cares about us. She whispered in your ear.

Slowly returning to consciousness, you struggled to know where you were for a second.

You had been having a nightmare.

A full-fledged nightmare.

You hadn't had one of those in a while.

"... Where am I?" Your voice was gentle but confused.

You still didn't know if you were still in that godforsaken Hydra facility or not. But you just wanted to make sure.

"Here, doll. You're here with me. We're in Ohio, remember? Sharin' one bed together cause I don't wanna be a bad Alpha and letcha freeze to death." Bucky said.

You couldn't help it. You snuggled into him, hearing a deep rumble coming from his chest. Bucky's Alpha was pleased. Very pleased. Winter was quiet. Which surprised Bucky. The little shit was usually more vocal about his own needs these days.

For a moment, it felt okay. You felt that weird fog lifting. Your brain slowly settling in your current surroundings. Your sweet, filling scent that had twisted and burnt into something smoky and burnt was slowly wearing off.

You were still a little shaken up. You could still hear your screaming echoing in your head. Your voice trembling, and because you didn't know if you were still stuck in the facility, "How long?"

"Not long."

Bucky watched as you lifted your head up, blinking once. And then twice. And then again, just to be sure.

Your body felt like it still wasn't physically here. Your body still felt like it was back in the cryo chamber, stuck in that damn freezer. Bucky watched your chest heave up and down. Taking in deep breaths.

Then you flopped right back into your previous spot, your back facing his front. Bucky pulled you back with his metal arm. You heard the metal plates in his arm readjust and move. You couldn't help it. Your vagina throbbed at the sound. Chewing on your bottom lip, you wiggled a little bit.

A deep rumble had come from Bucky.

The metal-armed Alpha had pushed a little bit of his weight down on you. Making you feel all warm and safe with the sandalwood and salty scent wrapped all around you like a cocoon.

You wiggled up against him again, trying to get comfortable. Your eyes closed.

A deep groan came from Bucky.

Was he asleep?

You stopped moving.

Another groan came from Bucky. His arms were wrapped around you. Not tightly, but still. It was kinda nice in a way. You could feel every muscle on his broad chest against your back.

Maybe Bucky had the right idea to sleep naked after all.

You shifted again. Trying to wiggle out a little out of the embrace.

A deep growl rumbled from Bucky. His grip on you tightened. You squirmed against him again.

Voice gravelly, "Stop moving."

Your eyes flew open.

He was awake.

And you had been-

Letting out a hiss, Bucky pushed his entire weight onto you and grinded his half-hard cock against your ass cheeks. Not even caring about if his entire weight would crush you, because of the serum.

He saw red.

Pure absolute red.

You choked. A needy little whimper filled the room.

Bucky's metal hand traveled down, all the way down to your pussy, his knee pushing your legs apart. You were panting in anticipation, eyes wide as saucers. His metal fingers were shoved deep, all the way to the knuckles. A pitiful whine left your lips. A needy whine too.

When he entered you, a choked sob escaped from your lips. Your hands curled into fists, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the formerly brainwashed assassin let out a growl.

"So sick and tired of you teasin' me," was what the former Winter Soldier growled under his breath, hissing at the way your cunt wrapped around him. Slick was smeared around your inner thighs, and you couldn't help but sob at the feeling of being so full.

Bucky was groaning above you, his hands nearing shaking.

Never had he ever thought he could ever get to do this again.

Because Bucky very much still liked sex. He very much so was a sexual creature. Being inside you gave him flashes of his life before Hydra. It made him remember a much skinner, smaller Steve. A much duller, war-stricken Brooklyn. It made him remember the giggles of Omegas. It made him remember his Ma's cooking growing up. Rebecca's giggles in his ears. Just like the old times.

Not for the first time in his life, he didn't feel trapped.

He felt free.

This was freeing to him.

And when he began to move, position his hips against your back, smacking roughly. Good enough to leave marks in the morning.

Wet, squishing noise echoed noisily every time he bottomed out of you. Every thrust in, filling you, completing you. It sent you gasping and crying out into the pillows. His hands- both metal and flesh, reached under you, to grab ahold of your breasts in a tight grip that only made you sob for more.

"More, more, more, please James, please-"

Something snapped in him.

Broke.

Bucky had never felt this feral before. The last time he felt this feral had been the hours when he first presented.

You whined loudly when he slid out of you, crying out at the empty feeling. Your Omega screeched in alarm.

Why had her Alpha stopped? Why?

Grabbing ahold of your legs, he lifted them up. Before he thrusted back in again, filling you up to the brim. It was deeper than last time, and his cock hit that spongy part. Hit your g-spot so good that you screamed into the pillows.

You were coming. You were coming so fast, that deep coil inside you snapping like a bomb wire being cut that you never got the chance to feel your programs. Your body jolted, spasmed. Your legs lifted off of the bed or at least tried to. Bucky's body weight was still keeping you down. So all you could do was grip the bedsheets when Bucky started to pound into you again, taking all he could.

You couldn't help yourself. You glanced back, just to take a glimpse of him.

James Buchanan Barnes looked downright feral and your pussy clenched around him deeper at the sight. as if she knew.

Every thrust made him go deeper, hitting your cervix every time. It made your second orgasm piggyback off of your first one, sobbing into the pillows. It was only when your second orgasm came, your walls clenching down onto his cock that Bucky's teeth sank into your shoulder, shattering, breaking the skin there. The taste of copper filling his mouth. Bucky let out a grunt as he came. Filling you up with so much of his jizz that he was sure it would drip from you tomorrow morning.

Bucky lifted his mouth from your shoulder.

Pants filled the room as the two of you tried to regain yourselves.

Bucky shifted, moving off of you and lying beside you. His eyes weren't black anymore. They were back to their normal blue. They reminded you of the sea in the morning on a peaceful day.

Your hand came to touch his face. Your hand faltered, trembled though. Because you were nervous.

"It's okay," his voice was deeper, huskier. It made your pussy throb. "You can touch me. It's okay."

Your hands came to touch, cup his jaw. You leaned in, pressing your lips against his. His lips were soft. Your lips moved together, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The kiss became deeper. You hadn't expected it to become deeper. You had been just going for an innocent kiss.

You swore.

Like- you really did.

You didn't expect to be fully making out with James Buchanan Barnes.

But it wasn't like you were complaining though.

Because you weren't.

Bucky was the first one to pull away. He could see how red, bruised your lips looked. He didn't recoil from your gentle touch on his face. He welcomed it. He truly did. Hands holding your hips, he looked at you.

His lips traveled down to your mating gland. He touched over it with his tongue, giving it a broad lick. His teeth sank in, piercing the skin.

Your ears popped. You cried out. His grip on your hips didn't falter.

"Yes, yes, yes," you gasped. Bucky lifted his mouth up from your gland, before sinking his teeth back in and biting again. Making his mark all that deeper.

It was only when he lifted his mouth from your gland, wiped your blood off of him with the blanket did you come at him, sinking your teeth into his gland. It made him grunt, even groan. His flesh hand came to your head, pushing your head down, making you sink your teeth even deeper into his gland.

"Yesss," hissed Bucky, his flesh hand sinking into your hair, gripping it. "Deeper, doll. Go deeper."

Winter and his Alpha completely agreed.

Theirs.

You were theirs.

After what seemed an eternity, you lifted your head up. Wiping your mouth on the blanket, you spoke.

"I missed you. What did you do to get us paired on this mission? I thought I was going with Sam," you said to your Alpha. A smirk stretched over Bucky's lips. "Ah," your Alpha said, still smirking, "I might've put something in his drink to make him vomit his guts out. He got sick."

A noise came from you.

"You gave him food poisoning? James!" You scolded him. Bucky leaned back against the headboard. "Don't worry doll, it'll wear off when we come back to the Compound. Bird Brain won't even know what hit him."

You shook your head in disbelief.

"You're unbelievable, Sasha. Did you teach Natalia that trick, too? Hmm? She and all of your Widow students?"

Bucky was still grinning ear to ear at you when he responded back.

"Well little bird, someone had to teach them. After all, I was their teacher. They all called me Yasha. Speaking of my Widow students..." he trailed off in Russian. You looked at him.

"You've contacted one of the KBG? About that leaked Russian tape with the orange man that is, unfortunately, our President?" He asked you. You nodded. "Yeah, Sasha. Everything's going as planned. Although, I think assassinating the orange man would've been a much better option. We would've gone in there and made it a done deal by now! Fuckin' Steve and his righteous self." You grumbled unhappily.

"Hmm. It would've been great as a date night. Don't you think, doll?" Bucky drawled. You gave a serious nod.

"Although... seeing him freak out on Twitter is much, much better. The tea is better when it's hot." You grinned. Bucky just let out a sigh.

"I'm restricting your phone privileges. And your TV privileges. You need to stop watching those drama channels, Mega."

A noise of deep discomfort came from you.

"Sasha!" you whined, "then what will I do while you're gone on missions?"

"Wait for me to come back?" Bucky suggested. You just sighed. Even shook your head in fondest. You happily snuggled up to your Alpha, your nose rubbing up against your Mate's gland. "I always wait for you to come back, Sasha. I wait and I worry. I love you, James."

A deep rumble came from your Mate.

"I love you too, Little Omega."

Your head peeked up.

"So, can we tell the rest of the team when I leak the tape?" You asked, your eyes glimmering with mischief.

Bucky burst out laughing.

"Yes, yes, yes. We can tell them once you've wreaked havoc, Omega."

"Good." You were nodding seriously, in complete agreement. "It'll be fun. And... also, I forgot to tell you."

The joyful expression on Bucky's face was suddenly replaced with one of worry.

"What? What is it?" He asked gently. "When you were gone for your last mission two months ago... I... I came off of my suppressants. I'm ready, James. I want a family with you."

Shock flickered over Bucky's face. And then he was shoving you back into the bed with a shriek coming from you.

"When's your pre-heat?" He demanded.

You felt it. A cramp. It made you whimper.

"N-Now, James. Now," you stammered. Your Alpha pulled your legs apart roughly before he thrusted back into you, making you gasp.

"Say it," he hissed. "Say you want it. Say you want my knot. Say you want my pups."

"I want it, James." Your voice was a low whisper, even staggering a little bit. "I want your knot. I want your pups. Please. Please, Sasha."

His hands, both metal, and flesh gripped your shoulder tight as that vein of his neck nearly popped. His eyes were black with want. Soon, his Rut would be upon him and he'd breed you. Put his pup in you. You'd carry his pup. He'd have the pack that Winter and his Alpha desperately wanted after all these years.

A whine came from you when he pulled out, only to let out a scream when he thrusted back in. Hitting that part of you that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your mouth fell open, but no words came out.

His pace was brutal, not even letting you hold onto him. Your hands were left to grip the bedsheets again. You gripped them so tight that your knuckles turned white and you thought that they were going to pop.

Bucky continued to push, continued to shove his ejaculate deeper and deeper inside of you. A mixture of your slick and his ejaculate smeared all over your thighs and trickled down your legs, and you just didn't know what was happening. Your hindbrain was telling you that this was what was needed. That your designation wanted, nay, demanded this. After all the shit you had gone through, your Omega had found her Alpha and now, now she was determined to have a family. Have the pack she desperately desired.

"Mine."

A harsh thrust made you sob.

"You're mine now. I waited for you for so long. Wanted you for so long. You're mine now. Got my Mark. Got my clothes in your nest. Gonna give you my name. Gonna give you my pups. You're mine. All mine. Say you're mine. Say it!"

You came screaming. Your orgasm making you see white. Bucky continued slamming into you, the wet, squishing noises coming from your pussy becoming louder and louder the more he pushed in. Your teeth sank into his flesh shoulder, shattering and piercing the skin there. You tasted copper in your mouth.

Bucky came with a shout. He shoved you back completely, making you shriek. And then he was leaning in again, sinking his teeth into your gland. Making another deep mark. It made you fall limp into the bed as his knot swelled, locking the two of you in place.

He lifted his head.

Being inside you... knotted inside of you... it was bliss. It was just as good as cockwarming. His cock all nestled deep inside of you whenever you two would sneak off to sleep together.

"Bite me again. Give me your mark, Omega." he panted. Slowly, your head went up, you slowly sat up, before taking in a deep breath and sinking your teeth back into his gland.

Home.

You had brought Bucky home. He held you tight, whispering in your ear how much he loved you and how much of a good Omega you were.

"I love you Omega." His voice was rough.

Lifting your head from his gland. Blood still trickling down the corners of your mouth. You offered him a smile. A genuine one. One that made his stomach all fluttery.

"I love you too, Alpha."

#agencyswritingchallenge #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #female reader #mutant!reader #abo dynamics #alpha bucky x omega reader

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Maya and Natalia are basically doing a 200 reasons why ronance should happen and people don't even care about it. Robin and Natalie have a whole ass progression, how they move through phases, become closer, encourage and help each other just so their potential can get wasted.

Meanwhile everyone cares about what Steve and Eddie do, if they breathe the same air and wait did they just glance at each other?

The hell this society I'm living in.

one that hates women/wlw and fetishizes mlm.

there's a reason both maya and natalia frequently reference ronance while the same cannot be said for the ste/ddie actors, or at least not to the same degree from what i've observed.

but, y'know: tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme. it happens in virtually any fandom where there are two popular conventionally attractive, white guys who interact at least once. it's gotten to the point where, in this case, i've almost lost all interest in ronance because of the ste/ddie takeover. aside from the fact that most of their shippers are downright insufferable, having to scroll past all their crap in the ao3 tag (and even tumblr tag, ffs) is too much of a chore. ste/ddie shippers shut the fuck up for once challenge except i'm pretty sure they have selective literacy at this point.

#ask #ronance #i've Never had an opposing shipping fandom #make me lose interest in my own ship lmao #that's how fucking bad steddies are

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the wedding of the century (1) | not mine

prince!steve rogers x princess!fem!reader

warnings: +18, unprotected sex, virginity loss, fingering, praise

a/n: pls rb with your thoughts

The ballroom is filled with gold and white decorations, tables scattered and chattering mouths. The air is filled with the scent of vanilla and pastries. Guests fill the ballroom floor, they all look so beautiful and happy. This might be the wedding of the century even.

But…

Shouldn’t you be happy too? It is your wedding day, and you are now married to prince Steve Rogers.

“Is everything alright, darling?” Steve says, caressing your left hand. You smile, and your eyes look at the band on your finger. You nod. “Yes, I just feel overwhelmed,” you respond.

Steve is perfect. God made no mistakes with him. Steve is everything anyone could ask for, he is just perfect. He’s selfless, loyal, and pure. Every time you look at him, you soften. Your eyes, you look at him with admiration. Your heart beats faster when he comes close, you let your guard down with him.

“If you need anything, just tell me. I’ll be speaking with some guests,” Steve kisses your cheek and leaves you at the table. You go back to watching the guests, the ones waltzing seem to be tired and dizzy. You spot Marianne and...Bucky waltzing together. You look at Bucky and he’s laughing, he sees you and makes eye contact for a split second. You quickly look away, putting your attention on Steve who is speaking with his father.

Bucky Barnes. The prince engaged to Marianne Rogers. He’s a complex person, almost like yourself but chose a different path. Bucky is a calm person, everyone feels like they can be open with him and not be judged. That’s probably why Marianne fell for him.

Marianne Rogers is a different story though, she isn’t like any other princess. Or is she?

Marianne is bratty, lives for the approval of Steve and disobeys all authority. She only listens to Steve. She has challenged every princess that has come Steve’s way, she purposefully drives them away from him. She does has good qualities to her though, she is good with the public, smart and is very, very beautiful. Her perfect face, long hair and her big blue eyes can trap any enemy. She definitely fits with Bucky, both very beautiful people with good minds. They seem happy together.

Steve’s parents are quite the pair too. His father is a powerful man, the king if you hadn’t guessed yet. And his mother, the most quiet queen. She rarely speaks, only speaks to her kids and meetings. Steve looks more like his mother than his father, but has the personality of his father. He’s a good mix of them. They all have a good relationship… only if you could say the same about your parents.

“Princess, the wine. I have the bottle, for you and the prince and the king and queen,” Natalia says, holding the special bottle.

“Thank you, Natalia. But, me and the king won't be drinking tonight… we want to be clear headed for tonight,” you respond with a small smile. Her eyes widen and she holds back a smirk. “Of course. So, the gifted wine will only be served to them,” she says.

“Yes, only them. It’s a special gift from family overseas,” you explain. She nods and runs off back to the kitchen.

Your attention goes back to the dancing guests. You wish you could speed this dance up.

You just want Steve. The wedding is finished, the feast is too, now its the after party. Why not just leave now?

You get up from the royal table and Steve sees you. He pardons himself from his father and walks over to you. You smile, you heart flutters from the way he looks at you. Steve looks at you, like you’re the whole world. It’s like time stops when he looks at you, you just see him and no other. No one else has made you feel this way, he’s special and you would do anything to save him.

“Is everything okay, my love?” Steve asks, taking your hand in his. “Yes, I just want to leave,” you answer. Steve doesn’t waste a second and leads you to the bedroom.

After stripping each other’s clothes off, Steve is above you and trying to not cum so early. He’s not even in you yet. Sweet, little virgin.

“Tell me what you want, darling,” Steve asks. “I want you, Steve. I want you in me so bad,” you beg. Steve kisses your lips and trails down to your breasts. His kisses are sloppy and wet, he takes a nipple in his mouth. You moan his name and he tugs it with his teeth.

“I love you Y/n,” Steve says, looking up at you. You pause.

You nod and Steve’s fingers dip into your dripping cunt. You scream. “Mmm, your pussy is so tight and wet baby. All wet for me,” Steve says as he teases your clit. Your mouth is wide open, only pants come out. His finger is so deep inside you, it’s making you see fireworks. “That’s it pretty girl, cum around my fingers, cum on daddy’s fingers,” Steve coos. “Oh, Steve, fuck!” You scream, cumming around his long fingers. “That’s my princess, being such a good girl,” Steve praises.

“How are you so good at this? You’ve never-”

“Bucky,” Steve answers.

Barf.

“I’m gonna go slow, don’t wanna ruin this sweet pussy yet,” Steve says.

“Do anything you want Steve, I am all yours,” you whisper.

The birds chirp, your body shuffles next to Steve. He groans, you take a peek of him. His face is relaxed, his hair shines and hid chest rises. Your fingers trace his muscles.

“What a god you are, Steve. I love you so much, I am so happy to be yours,” you whisper. The words hit his skin.

Loud banging on the door awakens you both. You both scramble for clothing, Steve slips on trousers and you run to the bathroom. “What is it? We’re not decent, do not enter,” Steve yells, slightly annoyed. You shut the bathroom door and you lean against the door, catching your breath.

What could they want?

You groan.

“The king and the queen! Your parents, they’re-they’re dead! We think they’ve have been murdered!”

Murder in the castle (II)

preview of the next chapter:

“There’s a killer on the loose! Take princess Marianne and princess Y/n underground, now!” Steve yells, commanding his men. The guards pull Marianne from Bucky’s hand, she screams his name.

You look at Steve who has panic written all over his face. All you want to do is hold him and comfort him.

“Steve, I-”

“Go with Marianne. Now. I can’t...I can’t lose you, anything but you. Now, go,” Steve says, with a shaky voice. Guards march around you, they take you away. His face falls, and you know his heart is being torn to shreds.

Whoever did this, will show themselves eventually.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #prince!steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers series #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #murder tw #tw murder

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awesomerextyphoon · 4 years

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Don’t Tell Me

This is for @cockslut-padalecki’s Not My Ninth Challenge. My prompt was Stucky x Reader with Royal Au and No Doubt’s Don’t Speak for the lyrics.

Summary: You loved them with all your heart, but now you must wed another.

Pairing: Stucky x Black Female Reader, Brock Rumlow x Black Female Reader

Word Count: 1,893

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Warning: Angst, Implied Smut, Threesome, Mild Depictions of Violence, and Forced Marriage

A/N: This might be my saddest fic yet. I hope this isn’t too much of a downer for you, @cockslut-padalecki. Happy Birthday and Congratulations on 9K followers!

Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics

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“Rise and shine, Your Highness! Today’s the big day!” Sabine, your closest handmaiden, announced.

You covered your head with your pillow in irritation, “I don’t want to!”

Sabine sighed, “You have to get up or the guards will come and force you out of bed.”

With an annoyed huff, you got up and stretched, “Let’s get this over with, Sabine.”

You had been dreading this day for weeks. Today was the day you were to wed Brock Rumlow, ruler of the Triskelion Empire. You didn’t want to marry him. He was boorish, cruel, and violent.

But most of all, you didn’t want to marry Brock because your heart belonged to Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes.

It started when you were six years old. You were sent to Brooklynd to be King Joseph’s ward as part of a peace initiative (you later found out it was because of a failed coup and your mother wanted you safe).

King Joseph, Queen Sarah, and the court loved you. Only Prince Steven and his best friend, James Barnes Duke of Shelby, gave you the cold shoulder.

It sucked because they were the only ones near your age. You tried to win them over with baked goods from your homeland, trinkets and toys Queen Sarah said that Steven would love, and some of your favorite books. Nothing worked until you had enough and confronted them.

Steven was about to enter the stables with James when you caught them. You just wanted to ask why they were avoiding you, but as your mother warned you got violent and socked James with a left hook. It got to the point that the guards had to split up the three of you.

Queen Sarah had an unusual and embarrassing punishment: the three of you had to sit in a circle and hold hands for one hour under the stern eye of the governess and the queen herself. The air was thick with tension until the governess farted. You tried your hardest not to laugh, but you help yourself. Soon Steven and James joined in the merriment.

You were best friends ever since.

“What do you want for your bath, Your Highness?”

“May I have the Rose, Hibiscus, Black Pepper, Lemongrass oils for the bath, and the Amla/Coconut Oil mixture for my hair, please. Thank you, Ngozi.”

“As you wish, Your Highness.”

Once the oils were applied to the bath, you sunk in sighing from the nearly scalding water; its warmth giving you a peace of mind that has been denied to you for weeks.

You wondered how it got to this, then you frowned at the bitter memories symbolized by the single piece of jewelry under your pillow.

The three of you became thick as thieves. Always helping each other in defending one another whether it be fighting off Steve’s bullies with Bucky or telling the snobby rich girls to stuff it whenever they said you weren’t feminine enough.

Joke’s on them because you passed all of your etiquette classes with flying colors.

Though something happened when you turned thirteen; you started seeing your best friends in a new light. You noticed how Bucky’s shoulders were broadening, Steven’s full bottom lip, the dazzling blues in their eyes, or how their laughs.

Sabine, your closest handmaiden, and friend, confirmed it; you were falling in love with them.

You were scared at first; you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with them. So you started avoiding them by spending time with Duchess Natalia and Marchioness Monica as they were the only female peers you could stand.

You would sneak glances at them when you thought they weren’t looking, but they were.

It went on like that for a year until Bucky had enough and confessed to liking you. You were relieved that he returned your affections, but was taken aback when Steven grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him in for a kiss. Turns out they’ve been a secret item for six months.

They both loved you and wanted to make it work.

And it did, for a time. You spent a great deal of time together. Though they were a few close calls since your mother instructed Queen Sarah not to let you court anyone and Steven and Bucky couldn’t go public just yet.

It didn’t matter; you just wanted to be near them. The three of you would sneak kisses by moonlight, write secret love letters, all the fun, and mushy stuff. Your relationship reached a new level when Steve and Bucky presented you with a vibranium and dragon’s gold alloy promise ring with ruby rose and emerald leaves. The three of you vowed to be together forever.

It was pure bliss; you didn’t want it to end.

“Life had other plans, huh?” you muttered to yourself as your handmaidens were making the final body preparations before you got into your gown.

Your mother, Queen Ketandu, had written to you and Queen Sarah requesting that you return to Abia in order to complete your studies and take on royal duties. You cried in Bucky’s arms for hours before he had to return to his quarters the morning before your departure.

It wasn’t long before puberty hit you like an airship going at full speed (late bloomer). You became famed for your beauty with scores of suitors, but you rejected them all. Only Bucky and Steve would have your hand.

One of the suitors, Brock Rumlow of Triskelion took it especially hard. He vowed he would have your hand, but your cousin, Samuel Wilson, said to pay him no mind.

You were only able to communicate with Steve and Bucky via phone or letters. It took you four years to return to Brooklynd, but it was not a joyous occasion. King Joseph had passed and Steven was to be crowned king within the fortnight.

Both of them had changed so much, especially Steve; he was nearly unrecognizable. He towered over nearly everyone (only Bucky, Thor, Loki, and M’Baku were taller), broad shoulders, rich tawny pink skin, and a face that could make nearly all the women (and some men) swoon.

He looked like the kings of old, even more so than his father.

Bucky wasn’t slacking either with the way many of the courtiers were ogling him; admiring him for his rugged, yet prim presence.

They were Rulers of Paradise and you were to be their queen.

The three of you finally made love that night. It was your first time, so they decided to be gentle and showered you with kisses and affection. Steve and Bucky worshipped your body as if it was the last thing they would enjoy before the afterlife.

It was as though you were dreaming.

“Here’s your wedding gown, Your Highness.” Zara, another handmaiden, exclaimed.

“Thank you, Zara.” You tried your best to not let the tears fall. This day was never supposed to happen.

Why did your dream have to die like this?!

The first crack in your fantasy came with the news of your older brother’s assassination and the outbreak of a civil war. Your sister-in-law begged you to come home.

Your airship was to leave first thing in the morning.

You raced to inform your lovers of your departure. One of the servants said that they saw Steve in his mother’s rose garden. Thinking it was Steve being shy and needing some rest, you ventured into the garden only for fantasy and your heart shatter completely.

In the rose garden under the central archway was Steve on one knee proposing to Margaret ‘Peggy’ Carter with Bucky looking on with a smile and the full moon behind them.

Everything froze at that moment.

Why?! Why did they do this?! Were your feelings a joke to them? Did they ever love you?

Unable to hold back your despair, you shrieked at the ideal romantic scene before you.

Steve tried to explain the situation and Bucky almost caught you, but you ran away before you could hear them.

You left for Abia that night.

“Now ladies,” Lady Bente, the wedding planner bellowed, “remember, this is Emperor Rumlow’s big day. There’s no room for failure.” She didn’t need to say what would happen if you tried anything ‘funny’.

“I know. How can I forget the threats?” grumbled as Sabine put the final touches on your wedding outfit: an off-the-shoulder A-Line Tulle Wedding Dress, a Hand-crafted white gold Baroque tiara inlaid with pale sapphires, diamonds, and pearls, and matching earring and necklace.

Looking in the mirror, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. The dress accentuated your curves and the jewels made your face glow. You were a vision.

Too bad it was for a man who wouldn’t hesitate to destroy everything you hold dear.

Barely six months after you returned from Brooklynd, Abia conquered by the Triskelion Empire. Their ambassador informed the council that the empire will let Abia continue as a client state if you married their emperor, Brock Rumlow.

If not, Triskelion would raze Abia to the ground and take her citizens as slaves.

The council implored you as Triskelion forces had Sam captive and Abia’s army was running out of supplies.

With a heavy and broken heart, you accepted Rumlow’s terms.

The wedding was to be in a month.

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, “Too bad Rumlow isn’t getting a virgin.”

“Goodbye, Your Highness.” Sabine whispered, “Now, don’t you start crying after all the work I put into ya!”

“I know it’s just not fair. I have to lose you, too?” Rumlow made it clear that you were to leave your old world behind, including your closest friend and confidant.

Sabine pulled you in for a hug, “I know it’s not. It’s been a pleasure and delight being your handmaiden and friend.”

“Alright, everyone! Line up! The wedding is about to begin!” Lady Bente ordered.

You gave your friend one last glance before the doors shut behind you, “Goodbye Sabine.”

The cathedral was spectacular.

Bouquets of roses and elven tulips adorned the pillars. The banners of Abian and Triskelion colors were delicately placed creating an ethereal atmosphere.

Rumlow really outdid himself.

Dignitaries from far and wide were in attendance. You saw your mother, uncle, Sam, and your sister holding her ten-month-old son.

Rumlow took your hand with a triumphant smirk. You could say that he was handsome if you didn’t want to claw his eyes out.

“You look ravishing, darling.”

“I hate you.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Dearly beloved and exalted rulers, we are gathered here today to join the Triskelion Emperor and the Second Princess of Abia in holy matrimony.”

You closed your eyes in resignation. No one was coming. Maybe Brock wouldn’t be so bad.

“If anyone has any reason as to why these two should not be married.”

Then you remembered how he threatened your mother and uncle when after Abia surrendered. His twisted smirk was enough to make your blood boil.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The cathedral was silent for a few minutes until the doors were blown off their hinges and several guards were flung to the opposite wall behind the altar.

Everyone turned to find smoke and debris. An inhuman roar filled the venue terrifying the guests.

Two figures emerged from the smoke and your eyes widened in shock.

“We do.”

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avengershumanresources · 3 years

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blood 12 - Strange/Stark!Reader

Relationship: Dr. Strange/Princess!Stark!Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Adult Themes, smut, adult language, implied sexual violence, general violence

Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of the legendary King Anthony Stark, Uniter of Lands, The Iron Defender, and leader of the realm. When the king disappears during battle, hope is lost and he is presumed dead.

When the late king’s uncle, Obadiah, takes the throne until your brother Peter is of age, he quickly arranges a marriage for you with a wicked king in a neighboring kingdom.

With the realms politics in question, and rumors of an upcoming siege to overthrow Peter’s rule before it starts, you quickly learn who is loyal to the crown and who is not.

part 11 - part 13

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12 - a memory

You’d been in the tunnels hundreds, if not, thousands of times in your life. There were very few places you were positive you could navigate blindly, but these caves and tunnels? Someone could take away every sense you had and you’d still be able to find your way home.

It was a little unsettling bringing Loki into your secret place. Very few people knew of the natural caves that fed into manmade tunnels (carved by your ancestor, Richard Stark, when he settled the land).

In fact, you could only think of four people, including yourself, who could navigate the paths without becoming lost.

There was you, Natalia (who’d originally shown you), James, and Stephen.

Not even Peter was privy to the knowledge of these cavernous paths, covered in old magic and fake tunnels.

The cave system was incredible. It was naturally occurring and if the history you’d dug up with Stephen was accurate, your ancestor had purposely selected the land for that reason. They were enhanced with this very action in mind.

To reclaim the castle by surprise if an antagonistic force overtook it.

Stephen once mentioned that history often repeated itself, but you liked to think it was more of a mimicry of the past. Similar, but never the same.

King Richard Stark the First never dealt with any serious threats to his reign. He lived a long life, had many children with his beloved wife, and died a very old man with his family at his bedside.

His son, however, King Emil Stark, faced many problems in his short reign. He was nearly murdered by his own brother, but escaped the plot using these very tunnels.

Later, he took back the castle with regional support and a surprise caravan of soldiers marched through one of the larger sections of the cave system.

You’d assumed and so had Stephen, when you’d read about the tale, that Richard had only told his eldest son. Why else had he been able to catch the younger brother by surprise?

But why had Richard only told one son?

Emil took the knowledge to his grave, but one of the soldiers had a son, who went with his father long after the battle to explore. That son had another son, and so on until one day, a red haired daughter was born.

That daughter was caught sneaking bread from the kitchens and when you protected her and gave her extra food, she taught you.

It was a funny thing, time. Cyclical, ever changing, but in the end, the fates would do as they pleased. How these tunnels led Nat into your life. How these tunnels have you freedom to explore and learn the land around you. How these tunnels brought the most important person into your life.

(—)

The first time you met Stephen Strange, you were sixteen years old.

By that point, you’d scared off almost every Master who’d passed the threshold of your castle. Some complained you asked too many questions, others tried to restrict knowledge of the dark and dastardly from you, one insisted a princess was to be simple minded and obedient.

That was the last one you’d chased off after casually bringing the fact up during dinner and letting Pepper deal with the rest.

This was long before Morgan. This was when Peter was still a little boy and you were a girl still trying to figure out your place in a world that didn’t value or respect you.

The first time you met Stephen Strange was ten days before he was due to arrive, officially.

You hadn’t known it was him at first. He’d been sitting in the woods on a stump, reading a book on local geography when you passed him on your way back to the tunnels that threaded their way through the forest to the castle. You and Natalia had spent the last few years wreaking havoc on the guard, slipping away without a word, only to reappear in a pub later that night.

You noted the odd fellow, out of place in the massive woods but not entirely unexpected and paused to do a double take.

“What are you reading?”

He peered up from his book, a brow quirked in her direction.

“What?”

You took a few steps closer. He didn’t seem to be carrying any weapons. Though Natalia would later reprimand you for being too trusting of strangers.

“What are you reading?” you repeated, having read the title and still wondering why someone would spend a beautiful afternoon such as that one, in the forest, alone, reading a book on geography.

“A book on geography,” he answered, folding the tome half shut and pointing a finger to the cover. “Geo-graph-y.”

He recited the word slowly, as if you couldn’t understand reading or letters.

“I know what it says,” you huffed, a little indignant at his tone. Did you look like some lowly peasant who couldn’t read? Glancing at your clothes you frowned. A simple frock.

Oh. Maybe you did.

“Why are you all the way out here?” you asked again, a little irritated when he went back to the book and ignored her.

“It’s quiet,” he lowered the book again, staring at you over the edge of the pages. “Or rather it was.”

“No one passes through here, usually,” you hummed, glancing around. “It’s a bit depressing though, isn’t it? The trees are blocking all of the sun.”

“I don’t need sunlight,” he stated cryptically and you noted his distinct robes of blue.

Kamar-Taj.

“Are you a sorcerer?” you asked, settling across from him on a mossy rock and leaning forward. “You’re a little young aren’t you?”

“I’m eighteen,” he shot back sharply. “I’ve been training my whole life. That’s considered more than experienced at this point.”

“So you are a sorcerer,” you confirmed with a sly smirk. “They’re getting a new Master Sorcerer up at the castle soon. Maybe you know him? Master Strange?”

If he knew the name, he made no indication and instead let out a long sigh, standing and closing his book.

“Never heard of him,” he replied curtly. “If you’ll excuse me.”

He started to move toward one of the paths in the forest, but you caught up to him and followed closely behind.

“Why were you out here?” you asked curiously, trodding behind in the footprints he left behind.

“I told you, for peace,” he stated, a little exasperation to his tone.

Maybe that’s why you couldn’t hold a Master at the castle for very long, they frowned on questions and maybe Kamar-Taj taught them all to be sticks in the mud.

“You’re reading a book on geography,” you repeated. “Local geography if I recall?”

Your eyes fell on the book in his hand and he immediately shoved it to his chest, blocking it from view and continuing his path.

“You’re certainly not from around here,” you continued musing, plucking a flower from a nearby plant and twirling it between your fingers. He stopped and looked over at her.

“How can you tell?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“Your accent is a little off,” you noted with a little chuckle. “It sounds like it’s from the border, where Kamar-Taj is located.”

“I was in Asgard,” he countered and you shrugged.

“Just to visit I’m sure,” you insisted and he didn’t reply. You twirled the flower again, giving it a small sniff. “I’m betting you were looking for the caves, weren’t you?”

His irritated expression fell and you walked up, tucking the flower behind his ear and grabbing his wrist.

“Here’s the thing, I’ve read that book and it’s ridiculously outdated and inaccurate,” you continued, pulling him back the direction you just came. “You see, Richard Stark, the son of Arthur Stark the Conqueror, had this whole region charted when he sought to build his fortress.”

“Yes, and this book is that report,” the boy insisted quickly and you laughed, much to his annoyance. “Why would he have built the castle if the report was inaccurate?”

“There was an accurate report at some point,” you explained, reaching and snatching the book up. You flipped through the pages until you found the section on the cave systems. “There’s a little truth to this, some of the tunnels are accurate but the entrances are all wrong.”

“But given the layout of the land-,” he protested and you shook your head.

“Just follow me,” you led the way past the stump he’d been sitting on toward the mouth of one of the well memorized tunnels into the castle. “They can go on for miles, so you have to be careful.”

“How do you know?” he challenged, sizing you over.

You paused. The tunnels were a closely guarded secret between you and Natalia, whose late father had passed the knowledge down to her. Aside from the serious security risk, you knew nothing of this boy or his past. So you stayed vague.

“I’ve explored them a few times,” you answered casually, hopping down into one of the smaller openings and calling for him to follow behind.

The two of you spent a few hours exploring areas even you hadn’t been familiar with. He pointed out a few magic runes, explaining their meaning as best he could (some were completely foreign to both of you) and not looking too annoyed when you peppered him with questions.

“Are you noble?” he finally asked when you walked him from the structure back toward the forest. “You’re very well read.”

“I like books,” you answered with a smile. “My father taught me to read at a young age and I never stopped.”

It was a half answer and a full truth, satisfying enough for him because he nodded.

“I’m in town for a few more nights,” he looked hesitant, clearing his throat nervously. “If you’d like to stop by the inn?”

Excitement sparked in your chest.

“I’ll see what I can do,” you promised, a big grin on your face that was decidedly not very ladylike. “Who should I ask for?”

“Stephen,” he replied. “Ask for Stephen.”

(—)

“I can feel Amora’s magic,” Loki stated, pausing in the tunnel and looking around. “How certain are you of those wards?”

Stephen’s hand reached and lightly touched one of the intricately carved runes in the tunnel wall. He paused, his expression moving from its usual frustration in failing to recognize the pattern to surprise.

“They never faltered when I tried experimenting,” he assured the prince.

“And many Master Sorcerer’s before you have tried completely sealing the castle,” you added, finally lowering your hood to look between the men. “It’s impossible. The runes are very old magic.”

Loki said something, but you didn’t hear him, instead you were taken by surprise when Stephen turned and flipped the amulet around your neck around to study the runes carved into the back.

“By the Gods,” he murmured, holding it up to the wall. “It’s seidr.”

You looked between the two symbols. Nearly identical with a few alterations, likely given a difference between the spells, but the base characters were perfect copies.

“Impossible, seidr was eliminated before this castle was built,” Loki insisted. “My grandfather completed the task and died before Arthur Stark even dreamed of this land.”

“It’d explain why traditional magic can’t touch it,” you pointed out.

“And why you can navigate the cave system so flawlessly,” Stephen reminded you. “We’ve found wings and sub-tunnels that defy geological principals…”

“Then it’s a promising omen,” Loki stated firmly. “We continue on with our task, remove Amora and reclaim the kingdom.”

(—)

“I can’t stay for long,” you explained a few days after your initial meeting. The ball to celebrate the new sorcerer was that evening and your maid had been nagging you all morning about getting a proper bath and dressing done for the event.

She’d heard the sorcerer was quite the looker.

Gods if you cared.

“I’m due to leave tonight as well,” he replied quietly. “I wanted to give you something to remember me.”

He handed you a book, “The Complete History of the Vanir Valley”.

“I might have uh, borrowed it from Kamar-Taj before I left,” he explained sheepishly. “It’s a very good book and it mentions this region and some of the more ancient history involved with it. Given your knowledge of the geography and geology…”

You clutched the book to your chest, absolutely moved by the young man’s kind gesture. Despite only knowing him a little over a week, you’d come to respect and enjoy his company on your adventures. He’d even met Nat, who admitted she enjoyed his sharp wit and jokes- a rare acknowledgment by the hardened thief.

“Do you have to go?” you asked quietly. “There’s so much more to explore…”

“I’m due to report to my next assignment,” he kicked at a nearby stick. “I’ll write. You live near the village? I’ll send a raven when I arrive.”

“I’ll miss you, Stephen,” you mumbled, trying to blink back a few tears. This stupid boy was the first person who hadn’t looked at you and completely rejected your intelligence. He listened and discussed philosophy and magic and history and science and…

He was leaving.

“Our paths will cross again, I’m sure,” he stated with a curt nod, pausing, unsure what to do with himself. He settled on leaning in and pressing a quick peck to your cheek, his face burning bright red when he pulled away. “Goodbye.”

He murmured your name like a soft prayer before starting back down the pathway toward the village.

The entire time you knew him, Stephen never admitted if he knew you were the princess the whole time or if it had taken him by surprise as well.

But the moment you saw him enter the ball room, you had to hold onto a nearby table to stop yourself from tumbling forward in shock.

Master Stephen Strange.

“You didn’t tell me you were the new Master,” you challenged, catching him by the elbow once introductions had been made and he was mingling between rounds of dancing. You guided him toward the edge of the room, ignoring the incredulous looks and whispers being shot in your direction.

“You didn’t tell me you were the princess,” he countered, a smirk on his lips, eyes wandering toward the dancers moving across the floor.

“You already knew, you must have,” you narrowed your gaze suspiciously at him. “‘Our paths will cross again’, that was nonsense then?”

“Would you like to dance?” he offered an arm, already pulling you toward the dance floor. You relented, continuing to badger him while he hummed and didn’t directly acknowledge your accusations.

“Admit it, you knew!”

“The roasted duck is incredibly tender, is that a regional recipe or how the ducks are bred?”

“The cook marinates it for two days,” you answered briefly. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Your father mentioned your last Master called you simple?”

“In so many words.”

“Their loss is my gain, I have a phenomenal collection of books you can read if you’d like.”

“I’m not letting this go,” you started back, asking him about the collection in detail, and eventually, letting it go.

Your new friend was now your tutor and companion within the walls of the castle, as well as outside of it.

You weren’t one to tempt the fates too much.

(—)

The path into the castle from where you had entered had three break off points. One lead to the hall by your quarters, the second led to the throne room and the third led down to the kitchens.

For obvious reasons, the three of you decided on the kitchens, hoping to slip in unnoticed with the general chaos outside the castle.

Before exiting the security of the tunnel, you paused, fingers drifting over the stone walls, praying their security and strength would somehow leech into you.

“I didn’t know it was you,” Stephen murmured, leaning into your shoulder while Loki scouted ahead.

“What?” you blinked up at him.

“The ball,” he explained quietly. “When I first arrived, you asked if I knew and I didn’t. I was just as surprised as you were.”

Dumbfounded you turned to face him, chests nearly pressed together from the small space.

“You acted like you had,” you scowled at him. “I was furious for months.”

“I know,” he frowned sympathetically. “But you were so impressed, because truly, you hid it well.”

“Aside from being well read,” you challenged and he shook his head.

“There are plenty of non-royal nobles who can read a good book,” he countered softly, his hand moving to cup your cheek. “I was transfixed by such a stunning creature with an equally stunning mind. Would you believe me if I said it was love at first sight? I almost turned down the post.”

“Will you two quit it and get a move on?” Loki hissed back into the tunnel. “It’s clear.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you whispered, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Gods, I’m glad I didn’t either.”

(—)

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Day 10: Used Tea Bags - Javier Pena

This takes place during season 3 of Narcos. Honestly I love season 3 Javier when he’s the boss and even more stressed and I just want to rub his shoulders and tell him it’s all going to be okay.

Pairing: Javier Pena x reader

Rating: 18+ language and implied sexual situations.

November Writing Challenge Masterlist (Holy crap I am 1/3 of the way done!)

Day 9: No, you don’t - Maxwell Lord

It was late, the sounds of cumbia played through the open window from the bar down the street. The well worn kitchen table is covered in maps, half drunken cups of coffee, a chipped plate is covered in cigarette butts, some still smoldering, and on another is several used tea bags bleeding onto the plate. The world should be sleeping but not here, here there were plans to be made.

Javier Pena kneeled next to the coffee table flanked by Trujillo, and Colonel Hugo Martinez on his left and Chris Feistl and Daniel Van Ness on his right. A map of Cali with different routes to the airport are highlighted. The Cali police force are crooked as hell so they needed a way around them, if they got in there and actually found Gilberto Rodriquez they needed to figure a way to get him out of Cali and back to Bogota without any corruption. The only way to do that was to plan everything in secret.

You had been assigned to work with Javier upon his return to Columbia as his assistant. Everyone had warned you before he got there about Agent Pena, saying he was an asshole, womanizer, and should have gone to jail for his involvement with Los Pepes. But, you tried to go into it with an open mind.

When you first introduced yourself the only thing that stuck out to you was how exhausted he looked and not just physically. His eyes held a weariness that couldn’t fade from only a good night's rest. He was reluctant at first to accept any help whether it be in the form of a cup of coffee, an ashtray, or a file he had left on your desk the night before.

But you never gave up, always thinking one step ahead of him. You handed him a file before he even asked for it, you brought him lunch before he starved to death in his office, and you always knew when he was low on cigarettes because a new pack would appear on his desk. He tried to tell you he was quitting but you both knew that was bull shit.

When Feistl and Van Ness made their connection to ‘Natalia’ the informant inside the Cali cartel things began to move quickly. It became apparent that they needed to work under the radar on this one. They needed to find somewhere they could meet but would also be discreet and before Javier could even asked you offered your apartment as ground zero for taking down Gilberto Rodriquez. The small government provided apartment wasn’t meant to hold more than maybe two people but over the past few nights it held at least ten at all times. Not only the Colonel, and Trujillo but Pena, the DEA guys, and several loyal members of Search Bloc.

At this point you're sure your neighbors believe you’ve become a prostitute from the revolving door of men who come through your door during the night. Especially Senora Rivera who yesterday morning gave you a rosary before telling you she is praying that you don’t get any diseases from the men you keep company. What a charming neighbor she is. You're tempted to bake her some chocolate chip cookies and ask a few Search Bloc guys to deliver them but you know that will only make it worse.

Javi is going over the plan for the twelfth time that night and you're in the kitchen making another pot of coffee. You yawn silently to yourself before pouring the steaming magic into the cups and putting them on the tray to bring them to the men in the living room. They nod there thanks and you return the gesture taking the remaining two cups over to the window and tapping lightly. On the fire escape are two armed Search Bloc members keeping their eyes open onto the street below. They take the cups gratefully before thanking you.

“Estrella, can you come over here?” Javier calls you.

You turn raising one eyebrow at the nickname but you don’t correct him, “Si, what’s up?”

“I want you to sit down and listen to the plan, if there is anything you think we missed or does not add up I need you to tell me. People’s lives could be at stake if we make any mistakes.”

Feistl sighs loudly running his hands over his face, “Pena why the hell are you going to explain this to her? She’s not going to understand any of this!”

You have to bite your tongue before you say something you regret. Luckily the looks the other men give him are enough to shut him up. “Because idiot it’s good to get a fresh set of eyes on these things, and she can always see things before I even think them so sit down, shut up, and let her listen. I’m sorry Estrella, can you sit please?” he gestures to the seat across from him.

You sit down and nod your head. Javier proceeds to go through the entire plan again. Describing the whole thing from beginning to end, it was truly brilliant to use a poultry truck to transport Rodriquez to the airport, no one would be looking for a poultry truck….Except for any of the crooked Cali cops that see him being arrested.

You interrupt Javier, “What about two trucks?”

“What do you mean Estrella?”

You try to prevent the blush that is slowly creeping up your neck from the new nickname, “I mean using the poultry truck is brilliant but why not have two trucks a decoy to mislead them. Someone else can drive the other truck and lead the cops on a wild goose chase while the truck containing Rodriquez goes to the airport.”

The Colonel grabs a new cigarette before lighting it, “that's’ damn genius, they will see the truck when we arrest Gilberto but they won’t know there are two. We get them to follow the wrong truck and we are in the clear,” he smiles at you, the first smile you had seen on his face.

Javier is just about beaming at you from across the table and you listen for several more hours as they rework the plan to include your idea. When they finish each man feels like the best plan has been laid forward and they break up the group to go home. Tomorrow would be a big day for them all and they would need to be on the road to Cali by ten AM if they wanted their plan to work.

You walk everyone to the door, and as they leave one by one they thank you for the use of your apartment until they are all gone except for Javier and Fiestl. “Hey boss, are you leaving soon? I want to have a private talk with our hostess,” Fiestl asks gesturing with his thumb toward you.

You frantically shake your head no begging Javier not to leave you alone with the DEA agent, “Actually I have some more things to finalize before we leave tomorrow, just ignore me it will be like I’m not even here,” he smirks at you and you are half tempted to walk across the room and slap the smirk off his face.

Chris turns to you, “So uhm listen, I know that this is all really scary for you, but I want to let you know that we are all going to be ok. And I was kind of wondering when we get back if you’d like to go out and get a drink?”

You try not to let the cringe show on your face, “Oh uhm Chris, thank you but I don’t really drink and uhm…” you're trying to think of some other excuse when you lock eyes with Javier across the room. Gone is the smirk and instead you see something dark in his eyes, unwavering, and you know what to say, “I’m actually already with someone else, it’s not really a public thing but I’m really serious about him.”

Chris’s right arm comes up to scratch the back of his head, and he lets out an awkward chuckle. “It’s ok, you don’t have to lie to me. I understand.”

“I’m not lying. This guy he...he drives me crazy, he’s better than any drug on the market I...I’m already taken, I’m his.” You can feel the burning gaze of the man on the couch and it takes all your strength not to look at him,

Chris lowers his head nodding before turning towards the door turning at the last moment to say, “he’s a lucky man then, goodnight,” before he leaves shutting the door behind him.

You don’t turn away from the door scared to death of what you will see behind you. You are so focused on keeping your breathing level you don’t notice Javier has gotten up and is now behind you. You let out a small yelp when he spins you around to face him. “Did you mean it?” His voice is raspy and deep from years of smoking and his cologne is deep and strong in your lungs.

You're worried your voice will betray you but you need to get this out, “Yes...you do drive me absolutely insane, but we both know what’s been going on here, I’m yours...I’ve always been yours,” you whisper.

The hands on your waist slide against your lower back pulling you even closer to him. You can smell the smoke, and coffee on his breath and you try to calm down your heartbeat but it’s useless when he looks you in the eyes and says, “mine.”

You crash together, his mouth is fused to your own and every single one of your senses is screaming Javier. His taste, his touch, his smell it’s all overwhelming and you cry out when you feel him grope your breast through your shirt. His lips move towards your neck and begin nipping as his tongue tracing along the same path to the curve of your ear, “bedroom?” The raspy question breaks you from the haze and you pull him towards the small bedroom.

The whole way your lips never break from his skin even though you both aren’t the most graceful and when you both land in the bed with a small grunt that’s the last discomfort you felt for the night, from then on it was all pleasure.

When the sunlight streams through the sheer curtains the next morning, illuminating the bed in the warm glow of the morning. Rough calloused fingers trace patterns over the top of your exposed back and you smile before nuzzling yourself further in the warmth of Javier’s chest. He smells like smoke, leather, and cologne; an intoxicating combination.

“I have to leave soon,” his voice is raspy and heavy from sleep.

“I know...but I really wish you didn’t have too,” you tell him, pulling back to look into his eyes, “but when you come back you will be the man who took down Gilberto Rodriguez.”

“This better work,” he sighs, “or else I will probably be sent back stateside, I messed up once already, they aren’t going to let me do it again.”

“You're going to succeed! Don’t be so defeatist, your amazing at what you do your-”

“Would you come with me?” he asks so quietly you almost don’t hear him.

“What?” you whisper.

He takes a few minutes to collect himself before he asks again, “if I get sent home, would you come with me back to Texas? I...I am not the same person I was when I first came here. Yes, I drink too much, I smoke too much, and I can be a real asshole but I’ve never been shy about what I want. I want you Estrella.”

You have to remind yourself to breathe before you close your eyes letting out a small sigh, “Yes, yes I would go with you Javi. Remember what I said last night? I’m yours.”

He pulls you back towards his chest, putting a finger underneath your chin and fusing your lips together he only pulls back once to repeat the same thing he told you the night before, “mine.”

Day 11: Walking the dog- William Miller

#November writing challenge #day 10 #Narcos #javier peña #Javier pena x reader #Pedro Pascal

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Love On-Set (Pt. 05 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Word count: 2.9K

Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

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All The Right Signs

“Gaten, get it together! It's fake raining!” Finn yells as Gaten messes up the scene for the fourth time. Everyone just laughs as you brace yourself.

“Five minutes everyone!” James shouts and you follow the kids as they run out of the rain as the water is turned off.

Today, you're glad the scene is outside, with all the main actors. It's always fun, and you need to keep your mind away from what will happen tomorrow. You thought the kissing scene was too far away, but now it's just around the corner. And you didn't do as James said. Every time Dacre showed up to work on that, you'd just sit, watch something and talk. And you always have fun together. The director never asked about the video though, so you just decided to let it go.

But now, it's tomorrow. And you're trying hard not to think about it until it's inevitable.

“Are you cold?” Dacre comes to stand before you, messing up your train of thought.

“A little, yeah.” You answer, removing some hair from your face.

“Well...” He steps closer, his hands rubbing your arms. You immediately feel warmer, but you don't think it's because of the gesture. “If Gaten manages to say his line without bursting into laughter we'll get out of the cold very soon.”

You can't help but blush, staring into his blue eyes. “He is–”

A camera flashing gets your attention, and both you and Dacre look at the source. Millie tries to hide her phone as if the bright light didn't startle you.

“I can't wait for tomorrow.” Natalia comments.

Unfortunately, they will have to be here, because the kissing scene isn't the only one scheduled. You still don't know if it's good or bad. Probably bad.

“Alright, let's get it done.” As James speaks, the water is turned back on and it starts raining again.

“Let's go.” You say in a low voice, accompanying Dacre back to your positions.

It takes another four attempts for Gaten to finally say his line without messing up, and the rest of you are free to finish the take. Afterward, before you can run to your dressing room to shower and change out of the soaking clothes, the guys decide to make some silly pictures with everyone soaking wet. In the middle of the commotion to strike a pose, Dacre finds he's way to stand next to you, an arm either on your shoulders or around your waist. You try not to give it much thought, hoping Millie's phone camera won't get your blushing cheeks.

When it's all done, you take a warm shower before heading to the van and an hour later you're at your hotel room. But the day isn't over yet. The guys are coming here to finally start working on the Battle of Starcourt scenes. But you still have some time before they show up, so you make yourself comfortable on the couch, a blanket around your shoulders as you watch Jaws since you're in the mood for a classic movie.

A knock on the door startles you a little, and you notice you were too immersed in the movie. Dragging the blanket with you, you walk over there after checking your phone. There's still an hour until they come and you didn't order anything. But you unlock it and swing it open, biting your lip when you see Dacre. “Hey.”

“Hi.” He furrows his eyebrows when he looks down at you. “I absolutely love your dress.”

“Really? It's the last fashion in my living room fashion week.” Giggling, you step aside, closing the door shut when Dacre comes in. “You're early. Nobody got here yet.“

“Yeah, I know.”

Raising an eyebrow, you shrug your shoulders. It's not like you would send him away. “I'm watching Jaws. So we can either watch it or put on something else.” Making your way back to the couch, you watch as he does the same, settling down beside you. “You want the blanket?” You decide to ask, just to be polite.

“Sure.”

That you weren't expecting. It's not cold. Well, not that cold. You just took the blanket to feel more comfortable since you're wearing shorts and a light blouse. “Ok.“ You mumble as you take the blanket from around your shoulders, fixing it on both you and Dacre.

Then you focus on the movie. Or you try to focus the best you can. Why is Dacre here? Millie's voice comes back to your head, her lastest advise making you bounce your leg nervously. She told you Dacre is giving all the signs he's into you. And you should do the same, or else he'll get the idea you're not interested and step back. Natalia assured it'll happen because Dacre is a gentleman, always have been, and he won't keep pushing you into something you don't want.

Taking a deep breath, you think about your options. You feel how Dacre's arm is touching yours, and you have an idea. Feeling the butterflies in your stomach going insane, you lean closer to Dacre. “Can I?” You ask, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Sure.” He answers, and after a few seconds of the most uncomfortable silence you've even been through, Dacre moves, putting his arm around your shoulders, what makes you snuggle closer to him, your head resting partly on his chest and neck. Your whole body is frozen for a moment, wondering what this is. Then he moves again, his arm sliding down to embrace your waist, and you decide to just end the small distance that was between your bodies, completely leaning on him. “Is this ok?”

“Yeah.” You nod, eyes tightly shut as your cheeks start burning. “The shark is attacking.” Trying to ease the tension, you gesture at the TV.

“It is,” Dacre mumbles, and you feel his chest vibrating as he speaks.

As the minutes pass by, you feel more comfortable. And it feels good to finally allow yourself to do this. It's something so simple, so silly, but still, it feels right. You've been dying to do this and you didn't even know.

Unfortunately, the hour passes by, the knocks and the chattering announcing that your time alone with Dacre is over. Sighing, you leave the blanket behind and go open the door, hoping nobody will notice that Dacre was here already.

•

“Ok, ok. Positions...” Joe says after the coffee table and couch were pushed aside, leaving a free space in the middle of the room. You stand beside Millie, script in hand as you wait to find out what scene they'll start with. “You there. You can be... There.”

“Why do I have the feeling we interrupted something,” Natalia whispers as she walks by, tilting her head at Dacre, who's discussing something in the script with Sadie.

“Dacre just came to...” To do what? Did he even come to do something specifically? “He came a little earlier.”

“I didn't know you could get this red,” Millie exclaims, staring at you. “Oh, my God, I'm so happy I'll get to see the kissing scene.”

The kissing scene. Nobody in the freaking universe will let you forget it. As if you needed them to remind you that Dacre's lips will be on yours by tomorrow night. “I want to get it done on one take, so don't screw it.”

“You should ask us to ruin it as much as we can so you'll get to kiss him more times.” Natalia sing songs and you Millie laughs, nodding.

“It won't be Dacre and I. It'll be Billy and Amy. It's a scene, it's our job.” You don't know what gets to you, the words just roll out. And they're all true. It won't be a real kiss. It's not like you don't want to do it. You want to kiss Dacre, and this is making you nervous, but it just won't be real. “Let's just focus here, ok?”

The next hours are tiring. They were right to do this because the Battle of Starcourt will be chaos, and it'll be a lot better if you kinda know the dynamics before having to actually shoot it. But you're distracted, forgetting your lines so many times you have to just keep the scrip in hand and read it. You're thankful for the kids being so crazy because they make you laugh and forget your anxiety for a while.

It's past midnight then they leave, and as you're saying your goodbyes at the door, you notice Dacre falling behind. When he's by the door, the others are already disappearing down the hall.

“Guess I'll see you tomorrow.” You mutter, looking down at your feet. If it wasn't for a meeting James called with the whole cast in the morning, you'd have the whole day to deal with before going to the set. It's better this way though, you think.

“Yeah. I'd be down for another gym date but I have this job that won't let me.”

Giggling, you bite your lip. “You think it'll be about changes in the script?”

“I'm sure it will,” Dacre mumbles, giving a look at the hall. When you follow his gaze, you see three blurs in the shape of heads, vanishing into the corner. “We're being watched.” He lowers his voice as if you were in great danger.

“Hope it's not the Demogorgon. I'd hate to save your ass. Again.” When you look back at him, you find his blue eyes already set on you. It makes you sigh, wondering why your legs won't work, and make you step back, returning to the normal distance you should put between you and someone else. “I'll get some sleep... Rough day tomorrow.”

“I agree.” Another glance at the hall, but you don't have time to check if anyone's there this time. Dacre leans closer and places a kiss on your cheek, as he usually does. Only this time is different. It lingers, for far too long, and at the same time, it ends too soon. And you're sure you felt the corner of his lips on yours. “Good night, (Y/N).”

“Good night.” Whispering, you stand by the door as he makes his way to the elevators, giving one last look back before disappearing in the corner.

• • •

Your hands are shaking a little, and you blame it on the cold wind. But the wind isn't that cold. Is it?

You're already in your position, at Hawkins Community Pool's parking lot, next to this random car and your stylist is finishing with your hair and giving the final touches on your make-up. No lipstick. You can't imagine why.

On your left, you see many pairs of eyes set on you. After this scene, James wants to shot the sequence, when the kids find a Demodog in the pool, so everyone is here. But you can't think about that now, you have to focus. Amy needs to come to life today, and you need to act like a professional. You knew acting in Stranger Things would be huge, and difficult, but you'd never guess it would be this hard.

You take the deepest breath you can when you see Dacre coming your way. Mullets were an atrocity to humankind, you think, but damn, he did make it look good. How is it even possible? He shouldn't be allowed to do that.

“Hey. You–”

“Everyone ready?” James' thunder voice cuts him off, and you have no idea if that's good or bad. No time to figure out. “Clean the set, let's do this. Dacre, (Y/N), are you ready?”

Nodding, you force your mind to remember the lines. You're Amy now... Which sucks because by now, Amy is already in love with Billy. Nothing will help you, you just need to get it done, give the audience the show they want.

“Great. Alright then... Ready and... Action!”

You're not ready for that, but you move anyways.

“I can't believe you took almost an hour to get here, Hargrove!” Amy yells, walking fast to end the small distance between her and Billy. “There's a freaking Demodog in the pool!”

“It's dead. So why the hurry?” Dacre keeps the smug smirk, the one that makes you want to slap Billy. Just a little bit. “Chill.”

“Don't tell me to chill. Can't you miss one single date? Not even when there's an interdimensional monster involved?” You punch Dacre hard on the chest, well not so hard, but he does give a tiny step back. This is Amy's jealously attack, and you make sure to make her look frustrated because despite the emotions overflowing, she knows she shouldn't be doing this.

“Why the hell you always think I'm with some girl?”

“Because that's where you always are.” Jumping to conclusions. That's the way Amy found to keep her heart away from Billy. Didn't work though. “You know what, it doesn't matter. We have a bigger fish to fry.”

When you turn around to leave, Dacre gets his cue, grabbing your arm and forcing you to stop and stumble back. “The damn thing is dead, it can wait.”

“Let go.” Amy pleads, stepping backwards as Billy comes closer. That's the moment where she gives up trying. This thing with Billy has been going on for a while now, and, as in real life, there's just this point where you stop fighting it. “Seriously, I'm tired of this shit so let's just–”

“I know you're jealous.” He mutters, just when your back hits the car. James loves to have you trapped like that. “Just need to figure out why.”

“I've said it once, and I'll say it again.” It's hard to follow the script, it's hard to keep breathing normally. It's so damn hard to keep eye contact with Dacre right now. “I won't be one of your flings so back the hell down.”

It comes out too low, and you wait for James to stop the scene. And you want him too. You can't do this. You can't stop looking at Dacre's lips, you can't control the butterflies in your stomach. This is just a goddman scene, why can't you get it together?

“Who said I want you to be a fling?”

That's it. It's happening. Dacre leans closer, so close that you have no choice but to close your eyes. He's saying something else, but you don't hear it. Your hands find their way to his chest, grabbing his jacket as if to steady yourself, to get a grip of reality. When his lips brush on yours, Amy is gone and you break character, taking a deep breath before pulling him closer, eager to end the small distance and finally–.

A loud noise, an explosion, makes both of you jump. One of the cameras near you come crashing down and if it wasn't for Dacre pulling you away, it would hit you. The whole thing moves like a domino effect, knocking a few more cameras with it. You barely hear James's voice, stepping further back, making sure you're far enough. The rest of the cast abruptly stand up from their chairs, worried.

“Everyone back off!” James shouts.

“Are you ok?” Dacre asks and you simply nod, a hand on your heart.

James dismisses everyone while he and his assistants check what happened. You silently walk beside Dacre until you reach the rest of the crew, looking down and trying not to think about the kiss. Or the almost kiss.

“What the hell happened?” Joe asks, and everyone starts talking at the same time.

There isn't much to talk about. Four of the five cameras are wrecked, and the director is pissed. But still, you're too far away, your mind stuck in the phantom of the kiss you craved for so desperately. Dacre stands by your side, but you can't look at him right now. So you engage in the conversation, ignoring Millie's and Natalia's stares, hoping nobody will notice your blushing cheeks.

An hour later, the big news arrive. Well, they're big news fort he cast, not for James. After analyzing the damage, James will have to suspend the shooting for five days. Which means you'll have five days off. Everyone starts making plans, and the ride back to the hotel is filled with happy chattering about who will go where. But you already know what you'll do. You'll fly home and use these days to rest. And think.

“Hey.” Dacre gets your attention, following out of the van when you reach the hotel. “What are your plans?”

“Uhm... I'm flying home.” Shrugging your shoulders, you keep his pace through the main hall.

“Oh, you live in LA, right?” Giving him a quick glance, you nod. “I'm living there too, I don't know if I told you.”

This lights up a spark in your heart, and suddenly, you're not so excited to stay away anymore. “No, you haven't.”

“We can book our flights together... If that's ok.”

His hesitation gets you by surprise, but then you notice how distant you've been acting since the kiss. Damn, he might be thinking you didn't like it or something. That he made you uncomfortable. That's exactly what you don't want him to think. “It is. When do you wanna leave?”

“Tomorrow morning?”

“That's fine by me.” You finally decide to look at him, and you immediately regret avoiding his eyes. Being nervous is... Normal. Maybe. But his eyes give you the reassurance you need. “I'll stop by your room in an hour so we can buy the tickets.”

“I'll be waiting.” His lips break into a smile, and you can't help but bite your lip and smile too.

“I'll be there.” You say as the doors open on his floor. Dacre mutters a goodbye, and right before the door closes again, you see when he winks at you.

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parkersbliss · 4 years

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High Up There | T. Holland

Paring: Tom Holland X Female Reader

Warnings: Language

@dylanstilinskiposts requested: LISTEN I am obSESSED with interviews w Tom x reader so please do one where it’s Tom and reader on Ellen’s game of games and they’re doing the one where a persons in the air on a harness and their partner is like “_ can name 5 cities!” Or somethin like that y/n is in the air and Tom on the ground and they’re bickering the whole time like when KBell and Dax did it please I’m BEGGING

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"Welcome to Ellen's game of games!" Ellen announces. "Today we are playing you bet your girlfriend with Tom Holland and (Y/N) (L/N) against Natalia Dyer and Charlie Heaton!"

Tom's hand is around your waist, pulling you close as you all wave at the camera. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, causing you to blush and scrunch up your nose. Ellen goes on about the rules of the game and turns toward the couples.

"The way this game works is both Natalia and (Y/N) will be strapped into these two harnesses, blindfolded, they will be suspended above this mattress." She motions to the setup where both you and Natalia were currently strapped into, "Tom and Charlie will stand behind the podiums and I will announce a category, like cereal. Tom will say, 'I bet my girlfriend can name six brands of cereal. Charlie can either challenge or bet higher. They have thirty seconds to complete the bet. If she can't, she will drop and if she can, the other person drops. The first one to hit the mattress loses, Are we ready?"

Everyone nods their heads and Ellen pushes a button, causing you to be lifted out of Tom's arms as he slips your mask over your eyes.

"Good luck, darlin' don't lose this for me," Tom winks.

"I won't lose if you don't bet like you do at pubs."

Tom places a hand over his heart while walking to stand behind the podium, "And here I thought we were a team."

"Your first category is boy bands!" Ellen said.

"I bet my girlfriend can name eight boy bands!" Tom said.

"What?" You shriek. "Eight? I can barely name three!"

Tom shrugs from his place on the ground, "Oh well, guess you'll drop."

"TOM!"

Charlie chuckles, "I challenge."

Natalia groans from her stop beside you, "You're kidding me!"

"You have thirty seconds, go!"

"Wait, what? No, no oh my gosh," You panic.

"C'mon babe!"

"Jonas brothers, the Beatles, shoot, oh big time rush, crap does one direction count?"

"They just made a comeback!" Tom shouts from below.

"Backstreet Boys! Five seconds of summer, Tom help me!"

There's a terminal beep that goes off signaling the end of your time.

"Unfortunately, I have to drop you now," Ellen said, a smile evident.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" You cry, curling yourself into a small ball.

"Are you ready?"

"NO!"

"She means yes," Tom interjects.

"I do not!"

"I have to drop you."

"Yeah, yeah okay," You agree, bracing yourself.

"I'm right here, love!" Tom calls out, laughing at your state.

"This is your fau-" You don't get to finish your sentence as you begin to fall, you scream, feeling your stomach drop when the harness tugs you back into a resting position.

The crowd interrupts into laughter and you cross your arms, "not funny."

"Our next category is Netflix shows!"

Charlie immediately buzzes in, "I bet my girlfriend can name eight Netflix shows!"

"I bet mine can name nine!"

"Thomas Stanely Holland I am going to kill you!"

Tom chuckles, "Sure love, we'll see about that."

"Let's see it," Charlie smirks.

Natalia groans from next to you, "This is so unfair! Okay let's see," She begins listing show, starting with her own. "To all the boys?"

"That's a movie!"

"Wait no!"

The timer beeps and Natalia drops, you're not sure how much but you hope she's on your level.

"Moving on, types of dance!"

"Any hints, darling?" Tom asks. You give him six fingers.

"Eight?" he jokes.

"Tom!" You warn.

"Okay, okay, I bet my girlfriend can name eight types of dances."

"You div!" You shout at him. Eight. This bastard.

"I love you!"

"I hate you!"

Tom pouts, but obviously, you can't see it.

"I'll challenge," Charlie decides.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," Tom answers for you.

"Oh boy, ok. Ballet, Jazz, contemporary, hip- hop, ballroom, musical theatre, salsa and uh," You curse under your breath.

"One more!"

"Tom shut up!"

"I did it all the time when I was little!"

"Tap!"

The crowd cheers as you take a deep breath, knowing you'd be safe. Natalia drops again, Charlie stutters a sorry through his laughter. Natalia scowls him. She only had one drop left while you had about two or three.

Ellen pulls out the next card, "Disney princesses!"

"I bet my girlfriend can name six Disney princesses!" Charlie said.

Tom smirks, "I bet my girlfriend can name seven!"

"Eight!"

"Nine!"

"Alright, let's go," Charlie challenges, clapping his hands together. "You got this Natalia!"

Natalia groans, "No, I don't! Good going!"

Charlie winces but gives her a thumbs up even if she can't see it. Making Tom laugh.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, I think so. Okay, um, Ariel, Belle, Aurora.. shoot, Rapunzel, Cinderella?"

The crowd cheers Natalia on, making her laugh nervously.

"Three more!" Charlie encourages.

"Ahh, uh, Jasmine, Anna and uh, the one who sails! What's her name, oh Moana!" The Timer cuts Natalia off right as she says Moana.

"That was nine! Alright, that means you're being dropped, (Y/N)."

"No, no, no, no!"

Tom laughs, "scared?"

"You'd be too if you were strapped into a harness blindfolded!"

"Love, you forget, I'm Spiderman."

"Whatever, listen when I get out of this harness I am goi-" Tom gives the signal to just drop you and cut off your rambling. You shriek as you drop, feeling your heart pound. God, how you missed the ground at this moment. You were so going to murder Tom after this.

Ellen pulls out the final card, "Makeup products!"

"I bet my girlfriend can name nine products!" Tom shouted. You felt pretty confident with that. Nine was probably your morning routine.

"Ten!" Charlie bets.

"Eleven!"

"Twelve!"

"Charlie!" Natalia screams.

"Thirteen!" Tom said, grinning.

"Challenge accepted," Charlie agrees.

"Are we ready?"

"Uh-huh," You said, running through all the products in your mind.

"GO!"

"Foundation, concealer, eye shadow, baking powder, blush, highlighter, bronzer, mascara, eyebrow gel..." You trail off, racking your brain for more products.

"Lipstick, Lipliner..."

"Two more, darlin'" Tom said, hands clasped tightly together.

"Brow pencil and false lashes!"

Tom cheers, "Yes! You did it!"

You take a deep breath, laughing at your boyfriend's excitement. You could imagine the shit-eating grin he was wearing right now. Ellen drops Natalia, a soft thud signaling she hit the mat.

"Tom and (Y/N) win! You may take off your blindfolds!"

Natalia rips hers off, sitting on the edge of the mat as Charlie comes to her side. You slide yours up to rest on your forehead.

Tom runs to stand at the edge of the mat, "You did it!"

You roll your eyes, "you're in for it when I get down."

"I can drop you now," Ellen offers.

You laugh nerveously, but nod your head knowing Tom would be right by your side when you fall. Ellen pulls the lever and you feel yourself scream for a second, eyes screwed shut as you collapse onto the matt. Tom immediately runs to your side, scooping you out of the harness. He places you gently on the ground and you cross your arms, glaring at him.

"Oh C'mon baby," He said.

"You're the worse," You said, arms still crossed. Tom chuckles pulling you into his chest, "Mm but you love me."

He places a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you (begrudgingly) wrap your arms around his torso and pull him a bit closer. You look up at him and press a soft kiss to his lips. Tom grins, "See? You love me."

"Don't push it Holland."

Tom puts his arms up in surrender.

"Wouldn't want one of your Spidey stunts to go wrong," You wink.

Tom's jaw drops as he looks into the audience, "Do you see what I have to deal with?"

"I said don't push it!"

"I love her though!" He quickly says, the audience laughs as you and Tom both interlock hands and run off stage.

"One of these days Holland I will really murder you," You smile.

"Just not today," He concludes, kissing you again.

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wholesomemendes · 4 years

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ok here me out, shawn and the reader fic but based on the scene from Hercules where they’re in the garden and they fall in love with each other

Author’s Note: I might have strayed a little bit away from the Hercules scene, but the main concept of them falling in love in the garden is still there. I love Hercules so this was extremely fun for me to write and I hope you like it as well! As always, please feel free to leave feedback and tell me what you think!

Warnings: I think there’s one swear word maybe, I’m not sure. There’s really no warnings

There was a calming feeling surrounding the private garden, the moon illuminating the night with its bright light. You could hear the sound of crickets chirping in the distance and the occasional fish that swam its way up to the surface of the small pond. The air smelled crisp and you took a deep breath, allowing yourself to close your eyes while you sat on the old metal bench.

“Fancy seeing you around here.” You jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, eyes opening to be met with him looking as dashing as ever. A white tunic adorned his body that displayed a fair amount of his beautiful chest and his dark green riding pants hugged his legs in all of the right places, making it hard to look away from him. Once you somehow managed to tear your eyes away from his breathtaking body you were met with his honey brown eyes piercing into you, a cocky smirk playing on his lips.

“That’s strange, I vaguely remember you inviting me here with you tonight, your majesty.” The corner of your lips created a small smirk of your own and you watched as he fought back a smile, lightly bumping your hip with his own so he could sit next to you.

“Did I now?” Shawn turned to face you, maneuvering his body so that he could comfortably cross his legs with his arms resting along the back of the bench. One of his fingers began toying with a loose strand of your hair, eyes focused on how he was wrapping it around himself, “You have the most beautiful hair.”

You tried to will the blush off your cheeks to no avail, secretly hoping that the darkness of the night would cover it up. “Thank you, I must say yours isn’t half bad either,” you remarked, a hand coming up to lightly tug at the long curl that always seemed to fall in front of his face, watching as it bounced back when you released it from your grasp.

“Not half bad? Please, I know you’re in love with my hair.”

You feigned shock, playfully rolling your eyes when the smirk returned to his face, “In love with your hair? I don’t think so. Just because every girl in the kingdom is swooning over you doesn’t mean I am.”

“Yeah, sure. Says the person that was ogling at my body when I arrived.” He let out one of his sincere laughs when you dropped your head to hide from his gaze, mumbling out a “Wasn’t ogling” that was barely heard by him. “‘S ok, I like when you stroke my ego. You can do it whenever you want.”

“Shut up,” you whined, turning your head away from him with a pout on your face, arms coming up to cross on your chest defensively. “Oh, come on. Look at me. Touch my hair, ‘s only fair when my hand is fully in yours.” You didn’t even realize that his fingers were no longer twirling a single strand, but rather completely encased by your hair while he rubbed gentle circles on the back of your head. It was normal.The small touches, the gentle teasing, the light hearted flirting, it was all something that you would find the two of you doing if you happened to see him visiting you in your parents’ bakery or sitting with you while you read your newest book inside of the library. It wasn’t everyday that the prince came into town, so even though you hated all of the jealous stares from the Prince Shawn fanclub, you let it slide when he brought in extra business to the bakery.

He lightly grabbed your wrist, causing you to look him in the eyes as he brought your hand to his hair. You ran your fingers through his thick curls, not missing when his eyes fluttered at the feeling. “Is this why you invited me here?” you asked, watching as he furrowed his brows in confusion at your question, “The petting?”

“Not exactly,” he laughed, “Just wanted to see you again...but I don’t mind the petting, if that’s what you want to call it.” Your fingers had been through his hair a handful of times, it was hard to resist when it looked so soft while he was laying next to you as you read your book under the big oak tree. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you and you tried your hardest to keep your gaze on his hair, which proved to be a challenge when his eyes were busy studying every single piece of your face. His hand made its way out of your hair to brush a stray piece out of your face before he stood up, extending a hand for you to take. Yours fit perfectly into his much larger one somehow, even if his completely engulfed yours. His hands were rough from all of his training and horse riding, but it only made it feel better when it was intertwined with yours.

The two of you walked down the winding path of the garden, a path you both knew by heart by now. Shawn had brought you here for the first time a few months ago, but you had made your way to the garden by yourself more times than he knew. He had told you that it was his safe place to get away and just think about life and you could see why. Something about the tranquility made your thoughts run wild and more often than not you found yourself sitting by the old, broken fountain replaying the moments you had with Shawn and trying to diminish your feelings towards him.

He swung your hands back and forth as you walked, fingers mindlessly rubbing on the back of your palm. “What’s on your mind?” he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“What do you mean?”

“I can practically see the gears turning in your head, love. What are you thinking about?”

You hated how your heart fluttered at the nickname, but deep down inside you wanted him to say it again. “‘S nothing. My thoughts are just wandering.” He let out a noise of approval at your words as you continued down the path towards the old fountain and you wondered if you should ask him the question that had been on your mind for the past two weeks, “How did things go with Princess Natalia?”

If the confusion on his face wasn’t answer enough, his first question was, “Who?”

“You know, the princess that was visiting you for the past two weeks? The one that literally just left today?”

“Oh right, her name was Natalia,” he laughed nervously, his free hand coming to scratch the back of his neck, “Yeah, um, she was horrible. I’m so glad she’s gone.”

You couldn’t help the relieved feeling that took place in your chest at his disinterest in her. The princess had been visiting from the kingdom over in hopes of arranging an engagement between her and Shawn that would create an alliance between the two kingdoms. “She is very beautiful, though.”

“I guess, but her personality is absolute shit.”

“Don’t think that’s the way a prince should talk about a princess.”

“Well it should be because I don’t know how else to describe her.” He sighed as the two of you approached the fountain, taking a seat on the stone exterior, “I’m so sick of all of this engagement stuff. I don’t know when my father will understand that I don’t want to marry some empty-headed blonde with a kingdom that needs our help.”

“He just wants what’s best for you and the kingdom,” you reasoned with him, although you were fully on his side, “It’s what happened to him when he was your age and I’m not saying it’s right, but you’re going to be crowned king in a few years and I think he just wants you to have a queen by your side.”

“Yeah, well if we’re talking about making someone a queen it needs to be someone that I trust to rule by my side, not someone who makes me want to tear my hair out every three seconds.” You giggled lightly at his response, taking your time to admire his side profile as he sat beside you. “Besides,” he began, threading his fingers through yours once again since they had released when the two of you had sat down, “I want to marry out of love. The world is changing and I think it’s pointless to have these precedents that are only put in place to make me absolutely miserable.”

“You’re overreacting.”

“Am I? Wouldn’t you feel the same if someone was taking away your chance at true love?” His gaze fell back to you, turning his body so that his eyes bore into yours. You were momentarily lost in his eyes as your heart beat at a rapid pace. “Don’t you want that?”

“What?”

“A chance at true love?”

“Of course, what girl doesn’t want that. But I don’t think I’ll get it, no one is exactly lining up to marry their sons off to a poor baker’s daughter.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” he whispered as he used a finger to gently push your chin back to look at him, “How much money you have doesn’t have anything to do with your worth. Also, I love your parents bakery, I think they make the best pastries I’ve ever had.”

A soft smile appeared on your face and you looked up at him through your lashes, “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not, I’ve never lied to you.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Swear on my life I haven’t, I always tell you the truth.” His eyes flickered across your face that was illuminated by the moon, only making you look even more angelic to him, “God, you’re so beautiful.”

“Stop,” you whined, turning your face away from him sheepishly.

“Hey, hey, you need to stop hiding that pretty face of yours.” Shawn grabbed your chin in between his pointer and thumb, not bothering to let go once you were facing him, “I think I know why no one’s asked to marry you yet.”

“Oh do you now? Please enlighten me oh wise one.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to be sentimental,” he laughed as his hand came up to rest on your jaw, “But I’m one hundred percent sure of my reasoning. You’re too good for them. Those boys in town don’t deserve you at all.”

“Wow, that really opens up my options then. What am I supposed to do? Live alone my whole life tending to the chickens?”

“No,” he whispered, his face inching ever so slightly closer to yours, “You’re supposed to live in a palace for the rest of your life with a crown on your head.”

“What do you mean-” you were cut off by his lips landing gently on yours. While your mind didn’t seem to know how to react, your body did for your lips began to slowly move in unison with his. It was short and innocent, but it was enough to leave your mind reeling when he pulled back, resting his forehead on yours.

“Tell me you don’t feel it too and I won’t ever bring this up again. Just tell me that I’m crazy and you don’t feel the way I do when we’re together,” he breathed out, his free hand that wasn’t on your face grabbing yours to bring it to his beating heart.

“Of course I do, I’ve always felt it.”

“So have I, it’s why I always sent those princesses away. I felt like I had a chance at true love right under my nose.”

“But I’m not a princess, Shawn. What would everyone say if they found out you were with someone that’s not of royalty.”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to make you my princess,” and with that he reconnected his lips to yours, already envisioning how breathtaking you’d look with his crown on your head.

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