#when I heard angst I came fucken RUNNING

[buff-muffin]

(I'm @beanghostprincess btw this is just my main acc) Please please, I need more ideas of yours for the headcanon of Sabo being deaf in one ear. Because the reblog you wrote was awesome and I desperately need more of it. Besides, I would love to make it a bit angstier and write about him struggling but I don't have any experience with this and I think your opinions would be great <3333

AAAAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT NJSDNIJSXN OK OK BUT IF YOU WANT ANGST YOU GOTTA KNOW HOW HALF DEAFNESS WORKS. I don’t mind explaining this shit so dw I’m giggling as I write this.

I will say as a like, heads up I was born deaf in one ear Sabo lost it later on so I’m not 100 right but shut up self projection whoop whoop. I can to what I want. You can at least be half right with this information.

So unlike regular deafness it’s important to note Sabo still has one perfectly working ear. An ear that works overtime.

You need two ears to be able to figure out where noises come from cause it will be slightly louder and softer in each ear ect (idk man). Sabo doesn’t have that hence why my thought of needing Koala to be a quick guide for him. Without her help, he’s just gotta look around till he figures out what made the noise. Obviously he doesn’t have to worry too much about sneak attacks n shit cause of Haki but like. A enemy transponder snail calling and Koala is gone? He’s spinning in a circle and moving his head around till the noise gets louder and he can figure out WHERE THE FUCK IT IS.

This plus a pinch of paranoia and left on his own? Delectable. Hearing noises like distant gunshots, explosions, footsteps but can’t sense anyone and can’t figure out where they are or even where to go to help? Horrifying. ESPECIALLY A YOUNGER SABO NEW TO THIS DISABILITY.

Also in social settings this can be super tiring as in loud spaces all that noise is going into one ear and can make hearing one person trying to talk to you directly nearly impossible and rather overwhelming, that’s why I find the Luffy being loud enough to hear in a crowd delightful. There’s no strain cause Luffy is just that loud. But like. Ya know, War zones are pretty loud. And when you’re reaching your stress and social battery limit and you suddenly can’t seem to hear your best friend over the sound of canonballs? I’d be pretty damn close to tears too Sabo.

Also for a short while kid Sabo was probably easily snuck up on at least till he adjusted cause he can’t tell what side people are coming from. And when you get jumpscared cause you didn’t hear someone multiple times in an hour? It makes you feel like ASS

OH!!! Another juicy thing you could use is stripping him of his sight (as in a blindfold or a dark room) and forcing him to rely on his poor hearing to navigate. He can’t hear what’s going on and when you’re stripped of your senses it’s very easy to panic since your body can’t readjust itself.

Dude there is SO MUCH ANGST TO PLAY WITH.

Anyways as a little fluff palette cleanser: The revs obviously learned to adjust to their chief of staff’s disability and Sabo’s personal transponder snail wiggles when it’s ringing so he can know it’s his snail ringing not someone else’s. Any snail given to Sabo must be trained for this.

Ok fr though I hopes this helps! Feel free to ask more about this or ask me more specific things when it comes to your writings if you’re unsure I am always happy to help!!

[lively-potter]

— trials of athena ; one

— genre ; enemies to lovers, kinda slow burn, friends to lovers

— warnings ; a hella lot of cursing, some typos ( of course 🙄😬 ), mature themes, smut, athena doesn’t like feelings, fluff, smut, angst, some violence, a teeny bit of blood and gore, JK’s a dick fr

— intro, teaser

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— 2024 © LivelyPotter

— word count ; 2.2k

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

— chapter one ; THE FUCKENING

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MAY 21st, 2023 EIGHT AM

Today is going to be shit – or at least I came to that conclusion once I realized my day was suspiciously going a little too well.

For one, my family's all happy that we finally have a new neighbor (Mom's cooking up a feast already), my dad Sean finally got a day off (for the first time in what feels like forever), and my other dad Owen finally agreed to allow me to stay at the house on my own (For god's sake, I was nineteen years old and perfectly capable of taking care of myself).

I was confident I wouldn't burn the house down...well as long as I didn't step a toe inside the kitchen.

I inherited my father's gifts, you could say.

I cringed, thinking of the last incident when Mom allowed Dad and I inside the kitchen, unsupervised.

By that time, the entire fire department knew us by name.

Plus, it was Monday (of all days) and you know that saying, 'Happy Monday – let the fuckening commence'.

So yeah, my hopes were now low, and my guard was up.

"Mom," I snickered, "I may act as like I know everything, but I really don't."

My mom, Sang rolled her eyes – an amused grin on her lips as she placed the final touches on her big ass welcome basket. My dad Sean grinned brightly and pressed a kiss to her cheek once he sauntered inside the kitchen.

"Mornin' smartass." Dad lit up the spacious kitchen with his laughter when I swatted his hand out of my hair, that happened to be the exact same shade and texture as his. As in I got his unruly, nappy curls. I gingerly touched my hair, praying he didn't mess it up.

I loathed frizzy hair.

Dad chuckled lowly and pressed a kiss to the top of my curls, "Where's the others?" he asked Mom, pulling out a chair and taking a seat beside me. Mom ran a hand over her chameleon-colored hair and smiled.

"They all left an hour ago to run errands before the trip."

I was left in my own world as Mom and Dad discussed their trip with the others. They were leaving for a couple months to travel around Europe, while also doing a couple of missions for the academy. I, on the other hand, would finally know what it's like to be on my own. Not completely, of course (Gran and Gramps lived across the street), but close enough to where I would have to be independent for a while.

My ears perked up when I heard Mom ask Dad about the new neighbor.

"There's not much to know about him, really." Dad said around a mouthful of his pancakes. My face scrunched in disgust as a piece flew out of his mouth.

"Manners, dude." I put in, laughing. Dad rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at me.

Mom sighed at our banter and shook her head, "What is there to know about him?"

I loved my mom dearly, but she sure was nosey sometimes.

Dad shrugged, "The Johnsons down the street say he's not really approachable, but Liddy Johnson—"

"Linda's daughter?" Mom asked, receiving a nod.

"The very same – well Linda and Joe said Liddy's absolutely infatuated by the man, says this JK dude is the 'hottest man' she's ever seen." He snickered, "The girl has been walking up and down the street hoping to bump into him again."

Huh, that explains why I've been seeing that girl outside so much today.

Mom's eyebrow rose, "Well," she hummed, standing to her feet and smoothing the wrinkles out of her shirt, "Athena?" she said suddenly, a little too sweetly.

I drew back slightly, "...yeah?" I asked suspiciously, eyeing her distrustfully.

What does she have planned this time?

Mom looked like the picture of innocence as she took the basket into arms and set it down in front of me. "I'm entrusting you to take this to our new neighbor."

Uh, what?

"Huh?" I asked dumbly, index finger pointed towards my body.

Mom and Dad traded amused glances, "Yes, you." Mom said decisively. My eyebrows shot up, near my hairline (yes, that's how far they shot up).

"Why me?" I asked, "I don't like new people." And not to mention, I usually make a fool of myself in front of strangers without meaning to.

Mom rolled her eyes, "You have to go out and make friends somehow, Athena...And maybe even a boyfriend. Liddy says he's cute." She wiggled her brows suggestively. My face dropped, along with my shoulders.

"Liddy Johnson thinks any male that makes direct eye contact with her is cute." I spoke. Dad's hand shot up to his mouth to hide his snicker.

"I'm sure that's not true," Mom huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Wanna bet?" I raised a brow, Mom matched my expression and nodded.

"Fine; you remember Jake Roberts?" Mom grimaced instantly, thinking of Greg's (one of her old schoolmates) son. "Well, then I won't have to explain the whole story...but I will say this..." I sighed, "His face gives me nightmares to this day." I cringed, thinking of him hitting on me at one of Lindy's parties back in high school.

"Fine," She sighed, "you have a point. But still, give it a chance. You'll never know if you don't do it. Please?" she said, cradling my face in her hands.

My resolve slowly crumbled, "Fine," I sighed with a small pout, "but I announce that my hopes are low." I mumbled jumping to my feet.

I was nervous – one: is that I was a born introvert and two: what is he was actually attractive? I always and I mean always make a fool of myself in front of cute guys.

One of the reasons why I've never had a boyfriend...or a first kiss.

I'm pathetic, I know. No need to rub it in.

I looked down at my simple oversized black shirt and shorts and shrugged. It looked good enough. Mom handed me my white nike air forces and urged me to put them on.

I sighed and pushed my hair back and tied on my shoes.

"If this goes horribly wrong – I'm blaming both of you."

My words caused them to laugh.

Mom put the basket in my hands and smoothed my curls away from my face.

"You will be fine, Athena. I doubt it will go wrong. Now be nice and smile brightly, okay?"

"Okay." I slumped my shoulders and dragged my feet towards the door, feeling my heartbeat quicken. "If I'm not back in five minutes, call the po-po." I called once I opened the door.

The last thing I heard was their loud, cackling laughter before the door shut.

I took in a trembling breath, "You got this, Athena. Don't be a pussy." I mumbled to myself, carefully taking the steps one by one. I looked at the house next door and swallowed hard.

The new neighbor's house was actually a really nice one, and huge. With a huge wrap around porch, three bay windows side by side on the second floor, and a ginormous pool in the backyard that's hidden away from sight.

If you're wondering how I know about the pool, it's simple.

Last summer, I was bored and snuck over and climbed over the tall ass wooden fence with my best friend Sawyer Weiland. It was in the middle of the night, so...we were lucky as heck not to have had triggered the alarms.

That was the first and the last time I ever had enough nerve to do that. Sawyer called me a pussy, but at least I wasn't a dumb fuck in jail.

In no time, I was standing at the neighbor's front door, biting down on my lip. Before I could convince myself to leave, my finger pressed the doorbell. Once the sound rung out, loud barking sounded out from on the other side.

Ah shit.

That didn't sound like a nice dog.

You know, for some reason I never believed my dad when he told me you can tell the difference between the temperament of the dog by the bark (sometimes), but now if I survived leaving this place, I'd apologize to Kota.

I swallowed harshly, pushing back the urge to flee.

"Bam! Shush!" A melodic male voice said on the other side of the door, calming the beast down. My ears perked up at the deep, soothing sound of this stranger's voice.

I wasn't prepared for what I was about to see. I came face to face with the most gorgeous torso covered in tattoos and – holy crackers are those abs? In real life?

Sweet daughter of Zeus!

My eyes slowly trailed off his tattooed covered chest, up his muscular neck – which to no one's surprised, was tattooed, past his perfect sharp jawline, adorable lips – I noted that his bottom lip was plumper than his top and had two silver hoops pierced through it, from his adorable nose, and finally to his dark doe eyes...which were currently dark and glaring right into my very soul.

Holy smokes.

For once in her fuckin' life, Liddy Johnson wasn't overreacting. At all.

This man was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen in my life.

He couldn't be real.

No freaking joke.

I couldn't even lie about it.

I flushed bright red, and flushed more because I knew I was blushing.

(I was a sight to see, when I blushed, anyone from ten feet away could see. I never failed to turn cherry red).

"Um, h-hi." I spluttered, backing away slightly as he glared harder.

This gorgeous being, that I didn't even believe could have come from earth didn't look happy. He just looked downright pissed.

I shrunk back meekly.

Athena Green meek? I'd never been classified as meek a day in my life, but a glare from this man had me losing any ounce of courage and confidence I had in myself.

He was more terrifying than Owen Blackbourne, and that was saying something.

"I-I'm Athena G-Green." I swallowed, "I, uh, I live next door and my mom asked me to d-drop this off to y-you. T-to, uh, welcome you to Sunny V-vale C-court."

I decided the moment I entered my house; I'd beat the fuck out of my face. Why, just why did I have to act like a fool, and mention my mom? Gods, I was so lame.

During my stuttering, the man sighed heavily, looking annoyed and leaned against his doorframe, peering at his nail beds as he waited for me to finish.

"You done?" he asked boredly, in his musical voice.

I flushed heavily and nodded quickly. I had never been so embarrassed in my life.

My hands trembled as I thrust the basket in my arms and waited for him to take it, a sweet wavering smile on my lips.

He raised a dark brow, pursing his lips and stepped away from the door looking hotter than the sun and crossed his arms across his bare torso. He towered over my short stature and bore his glaring eyes into mine.

"Thanks for stopping by." He smiled sarcastically and then shut the door in my face.

My jaw dropped at his audacity.

This motherfuck— I stopped myself mid-thought once a hiss left my lips.

Calm, Athena. Be calm.

I gained control of my emotions and clenched my teeth – seeing Liddy Johnson watching me with a sad smile, as if she understood what I was going through, as if it happened it her, which it probably did.

Anger rose within my chest until the point where I was shaking. I dropped the basket on his welcome mat (internally hoping there was something glass or some legos in the basket so he would step on it barefoot) and stalked away from his door.

"That rude, disrespectful piece of dung." I huffed, hands clenched tightly as I neared my house, bypassing Liddy.

I stormed inside my house and slammed the door shut.

"Athena!" Mom rushed in with a large smile on her face – quickly followed by Dad. They both froze as they took in my twitching eye – a tic that I had ever since I could remember that happened every time I was angry. My red face was another piece of the puzzle.

"I'm taking it didn't go well?" she asked slowly, approaching me with caution.

"It didn't!" I howled loudly, "That piece of dung shut the door in my face when I offered him the basket. Stupid fuckin’ weenier.”

Mom reared back at my anger and tried to smother her smile as Dad openly laughed at my rage.

"Was he good looking, by any chance?" Dad called after me as I stomped up the stairs.

"His ugly personality ruins his face and his body that looks like it was created by the gods!" I seethed, eyes twitching as they laughed once more.

"So...he is?" Mom asked hopefully. Infinity times yes.

I stared at her and shook my head.

"He looks like a dickwad." I retorted dryly.

I knew it was too good to be true; the fuckening had commenced. 

author’s note ; ✨

I love Athena and her personality so much, lmfaoo. This is the start of a “crazy fuckin’ ride”, as Athena would say. Buckle up and delve into Athena’s story!

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[sofasoap]

Lastochka AU - Strange confession

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Some sickness, some realisation, some confession. some sadness.

AU to my Lastochka series

WARNING: Mature Theme. swearing. Slight angst.

A/N : The meaningless crack plot continues. Thank you @nrdmssgs for the tips and knowledges of traditional Russian cold and flu remedies (some are very similar to my culture!)

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Liar. He is a big, fat, liar. Fucken a few weeks. My ass. 

It’s been over three months. And you haven’t heard anything from him. Not a call, nor text. Zero. None.Zilch. Nul. Neoni. 

You curl up in your bed, currently on the third day of running on extreme high fever that just doesn’t seem to drop no matter what you do. 

The loneliness hits you all of sudden. 

When is he coming home?

Home? Is this even his home? 

Does he even want to come back to you?

You feel so lonely without him by your side. 

You miss him. You miss his cuddle

You miss him fussing after you. You miss his low murmurs.

“That’s it, Lastochka. Be a good girl for me.”

“Look at you Lastochka, so adorable.” 

“Anything for you, My beautiful Lastochka.” 

You miss him. You love him. 

YOU LOVE HIM?

Shit. 

A familiar large warm hand rested on your forehead. 

“Lastochka? Блять, you are running a fever.” The owner of the hand swore as they proceeded to touch your cheek and your neck. You struggled for a second but managed to peel your eyelids open.

There’s your husband, sitting on the edge of the bed, eyeing you with concern. 

“Nik.” you replied as your voice cracked, croak and hoarse from days of coughing. “When did you get back? I thought..” 

“Thought what?” 

I thought you don’t want me anymore.

Shaking your head to dispel the negative feverish thought, only to realise its big mistake seconds after, as the room starts spinning around and triggering headache. You turned to bury your face into the pillow, whimpering. 

“Have you taken anything?”

“No. Ran out of pain relief a few days ago.” you shook your head again, lightly this time. 

“No one came and checked you?” Nikolai frowned, seemingly irritated that no one has told him about your sickness nor anyone has bothered to come and look after you. 

“Few people offered. But I don’t want to pass my flu onto them. It’s already bad enough we are short staffed at work. ” you whispered, ready to receive a lecture from him. 

Nikolai sighed. As someone that has experienced your stubbornness, he should know it takes a lot for you to ask for help. Soap often complains about how he has to drag you half of the time, kicking and screaming, when he finds out if you've been hiding things from him.

With that thought, he stood up from the bed, ready to walk out of the bedroom.

Your arm shot out from under the blanket, grabbing his hand. “Where are you going?” you look at him, teary eyes filled with fear and lips trembling. Why are you so afraid of him leaving you again all of sudden? Damn hazy sickness brain, making you so weak. So emotional. So vulnerable. 

“Kitchen. Lie back down little bird. Don’t move.” he reassures as he gently pushes you back down into bed, “Going to make you something to ease that cough and blocked nose of yours. By the way,have we got any potatoes?”

Potatoes? Is he going to make you food?

“I used the last bit of it a week ago.. I don’t have any appetite to eat anyway. Don’t make any food.” You said to him, while grabbing a piece of tissue and blowing your nose.

“Humm.. have to use onion instead then.” Nikolai mumbled as he walked out of the room. 

Now you are a bit weary of what he is planning to do. You want to ask more, but your sluggish mind and body forces you to retreat back under the cover, to continue wallowing in self-pity and sickness. 

You open your eyes again when you feel the slight dip of the bed. Nikolai slides the serving tray down on the bedside table before gently pulling you up into his chest. Closing your eyes as you melt into his chest, relaxed. Being in his embrace seems to cure half of your sickness. For the first time in days you feel so safe and content just lying against him. 

You whined as he set you back into the bed, with piles of cushion and pillow he placed behind your back to lean into. Reaching over towards the tray, he grabbed a hot steaming mug of tea and carefully placed it in your hand. He then picks up a mandarin and proceeds to peel it.

Strong aroma of lemon and honey and unidentified sweetness hits your nostril as you lift the mug closer to your face. The hot steam immediately clears a bit of your blocked nostrils, making it dribble. 

Nikolai picks up a piece of tissue and dabs your running nose with a chuckle as you try to sniff it back up, and tilting his head up silently encourages you to take a sip of the drink. 

You timidly took a tiny sip, being careful not to burn yourself. You feel the hot lemon drink trickling down your throat, soothing the lumpiness and soreness you haven’t been able to get rid of for days. 

What is that familiar sweetness? It’s not just honey… it's more.. Fruity?

“It’s raspberry jam.” Nikolai answered the question, as if reading your thoughts. He proceeds to explain as he feeds a wedge of mandarin into your mouth.“My mother used to put honey and raspberry jam into hot lemon water to settle the high fever when we were young.It’s a poor man’s way of curing diseases. But it works wonders. I used to look forward to the drink every time I got sick.” The nostalgic tone of voice tinged with sadness, making your heart ache, listening to him mentioning for the first time ever about his own personal life. 

You knew nothing about this man. Apart from what your brother and the team told you. Leader of PMC, shady arms dealer seems to be able to get his hands on anything you ask for. Not even Price could tell you more than what you know. Or they don’t want you to know the truth. 

You hate that. 

He’s your husband. You want to know more about him. Get closer to his heart. You have the right to know. But, alas. He’s not your real husband. You can’t demand things and secrets out of him.

“Is your nose still blocked?” He asked suddenly, changing the topic. You tried to take a deep breath in through your nose, testing it out. You gasped for air through your mouth instead.

“Yep. still blocked.” you rolled your eyes as you answered in a nasally voice. “The steam only relieved it for a little bit.. Ugh.” you turned around to grab another tissue, ready to blow your nose, he held out his hand to stop you.

“Wait, try this first.” Nikolai turned to grab a bowl of murky white substance, you instinctively cover your nose and mouth as the strong stinging smell hits your nostril. 

“ What the hell is that? Better not be your…” 

“Onion juice.”

“ONION JUICE? Am I supposed to drink that or…” you eye the pipette in his other hand suspiciously. 

“Oh No, I drip it into your nose, it will clear your nose instantly.” 

“Thank you. But no, thanks. I’ll just keep blowing my nose and clear it up… the old fashion way.” you politely declined, edging away from him towards the other side of the bed. 

“Try it! It works wonders on me everytime.Trust me, you will feel better in no time.” putting the pipette into the bowl, he drew up a bit of liquid before towering you.

Feeling your hand on the edge of the bed, you had nowhere else to go, you warned him, “I swear to you Nikolai.. If you put that into my nose.. I’ll pour that thing onto your dick…” 

He ignores your threat, and traps you under him. His knees wedge your legs apart, his large hand grasps both of your hands and pushes it over your head, while the other one aims right for one of your nostrils. 

In the normal circumstances  you will be really aroused in this very compromised position, but with your nose and sinus at stake? There is nothing sexy about this at all. 

With a fast precision, he quickly drips the juice into both of your nostrils before you start thrashing about.  You instantly feel the burn of the mucous membrane and the whole of your sinus cavities as well.  

“... IS this how you torture your enemies for information?!!!” you cried out as you rolled around in pain, tears running down your face from the sting and the strong smell of the onion. You thought cutting up onion to induce tears was bad enough, this was a hundred times worse than what you experienced.

“Oh no. I use more harsh substances on them. This is very mild compared to that.” Nikolai commented casually, seemingly happy with the effect onion juice has on you. 

“.. I don’t want to know. Oh gosh, look at all this stuff flowing out..” you sat up, scrambling to the other side to grab more tissues to blow your nose, and realising your nose has somehow cleared up more than before. You look at him with astonishment. 

“I told you it will work. Downside to it you will have a dripping nose for the next hour or so.” Nikolai replied with a smirk on his face. “Best way to deal with it is to stand in the shower with the steam from hot water.” 

With the mention of that, you don’t even remember when was the last time you took a shower. Probably three days ago? You hardly had energy to get out of bed to use the toilet, let alone to stand for a period of time under the shower. Slowly you shuffle towards the edge of bed, nearly toppled over as you try to stand with your shaky legs. He grabbed you by your shoulder, steadying you before letting go. 

“I must smell.” you pouted as you sniff your own armpit.

“Nonsense. You always smell nice.” he smiled as he started stripping himself and proceeded to help you with undressing. He always knows when to say the right thing to make you feel better. 

“Even if you fall into a pile of manure, you will still smell like roses to me.”

Most times. 

“Nikolai.” you perked up as you leaned against his broad chest for support with hot water splashing down on top of the two of you, as much as you don’t want to admit, the onion juice and the steam is working wonders. “Why are you so good to me?” 

Nikolai shifted his focus to the side for a few seconds, one hand running down the small of your back as he hummed lightly before turning his attention back towards you, water dripping off his hair down his face. 

“Because I love you, my sweet little bird.” he replied in a low voice, barely loud enough for you to hear.

Your heart twisted at his confession. You have your suspicion that his feelings were quite genuine from all the affection and attention he had been showering you with for the past year.  He doesn’t have to do any of this to you. He could have just signed the marriage certificate and let you be, have minimal contact with you. 

But instead, he visits you with every chance he gets. Finding all the excuses in the world to take you out. To be close to you. To spend time with you. 

And in time, you realise, you have fallen in love with this strange, mysterious yet charismatic man. 

You open your mouth to reply, letting him know you return his feelings. But his large gentle hand covers your mouth, shushing you.

“You don’t have to say it if you really don’t mean a word of it, Lastochka.I am just happy you let me stick by your side.” 

But you want to tell him how you really feel. To put his heart at ease. What’s stopping you? Would he believe you if you tell him now? Would it sound totally insincere? As those questions run through your mind, he leaned forward and turned the shower off, grabbing the towel from the hanger before wrapping you up nicely,to get you ready for bed. 

He slides in behind you after settling you under the cover,caressing your hair. You feel the gentle vibration of his chest as he softly hums a tune of lullaby. You sniffed as your eyes started to flutter to a close, days of fatigue from poor sleep finally claiming you.

Soon. You will let him know. You promised yourself. 

Someday. 

“I never took you to be the marriage type, Nik.” Price commented as he sat down with two glasses of whisky, trying to probe his friend for more information. 

Nikolai smiles, not taking the bait as he takes a sip of the drink Price brought him. 

He didn’t think he would have gotten married either.  He was ready to face the fact he would die on the battlefield, in some enemy territory. As a soldier. 

But he found you. His beautiful bird. The bright sunshine. 

His true love.  

Even though the love of his life doesn’t love him. 

It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t deserve you anyway. You don’t belong in his world. 

It’s a sin to taint someone who is so pure and bright. With his bloodied hand. 

He was happy enough to keep this relationship somehow… platonic. Purely physical. 

But with each interaction, he couldn’t help but get drawn into you like a moth to the flame. 

The back and forth bantering, the jabs, your ferociousness. Never give up attitude to life. 

Makes him feel alive. 

Gives him something to look forward to after missions. 

To return home to you. 

Nikolai raises his glass at you as he sees you high fived Soap after getting a bullseye at the dart game. You duck your head down for a second before looking back up, smiling shyly at him. 

“I don’t know what is up with the two of you, but I can clearly see she is quite smitten with you.” Price said as he tilted his tumbler, sloshing his drink as the ice clinked against the glass. “Heed this warning. Treat her right. Last thing you want is the four of you coming after you for breaking her heart.” 

He will never break your heart. 

Because you are his Lastochka. His precious little bird. He will forever wrap you up in his arms. He will be the shield you away from the darkness. The evil of the world.

Protect you with his life. 

Even if you don’t love him. 

But….

If he has to set you free? He will. 

Even if it breaks his own heart. 

“You still need to sweat that fever out of you… let me get some vodka…” “NO.” 

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[missmonsters2]

Stars Falling

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader/OFC

Prompt: Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.

Note: you fucken RIGHT, she is top quality girlfriend material. Sorry, I know this is from the fluff list but it’s a lil dark LOL big thanks to @lesbian-deadpool​ and @empyreanwritings​ for reading this and telling me if it was too fucked up to post or not LMAO

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, wounds, and blood. Abuse may be interpreted in different ways. You might cry cuz it’s soff.

Genre: Soft angst & fluff 

Count: 3080

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Sometimes you think how wonderful it might be if you were born a star instead. 

To be hung in the dark sky, a sight to be seen. 

And when all is said and done, you'll become something else as you fall under the weight of gravity. 

But you're not a star. 

And you're painfully aware of it every day. 

"Don't tell me you're still holding hope." 

You feel your jaw get roughly grasped, pulled in the direction to look at the sneering face at you. 

"Let me remind you," the director tilts her head, "you'll never make it out of here."

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You stayed in the locked room for what feels like hours, but you know only at most it's only been two. You've gotten good at it. 

Counting. 

There probably used to be a time where you would sing songs to pass the time, but now you've learned how to count the seconds instead.

You hear the door jiggle, and you tense. 

But the footsteps are familiar, and you feel the soft touch of concern, and you know who it is.

She does this every time without fail because otherwise, you may be left in this room for days. 

"What are you doing?" You rasp. "If she finds out you've stolen the keys, you'll get a lashing again, Nat."

Natasha clenches her jaw as she picks you off the floor, pulling one of your arms around her shoulder as she helps you leave the room. 

"I don't care," Natasha grits. 

Natasha has plenty of more words to say, but she doesn't think she can't get them out without screaming. 

In all honesty, the lashing Natasha would get would be nowhere near as bad as what you've endured. She carries you past the bedroom, and you look in briefly at the rows upon rows of beds, and it's another reminder of where you are.

It isn't until Natasha brings you to the washroom, setting you gently down on the floor that you lean over the edge of the tub with your back facing Natasha.

You hear Natasha's breath hitch, and you're surprised she still makes that noise.

After all, it's not like the sight is unfamiliar to her. 

Grabbing a cloth and filling a bucket with water, Natasha sits quietly down behind you. She knows you hate it when she looks sad, so Natasha stills her emotions.

There's blood all over your back. It looks worse when you're wearing a white shirt that's been ripped and pulled at. Natasha grabs the shirt's material, ripping it the rest of the way because there's no way she could pull it off from you without causing more pain. 

She sets it aside as your back is bare before her, but she can't appreciate it with the dried blood and lashes. 

Natasha breathes slowly as she grabs the cloth, soaking it in the water and ringing it before she puts it against your back as she cleans you slowly.

It's always silent when Natasha takes care of you, even as she disinfects the wounds before bandaging you up.

"Where is Allison?" Your voice is still hoarse. 

"Sleeping," Natasha answers quietly. 

"Did they like her?"

"Yeah," Natasha breathes out. "They're going to come back tomorrow to finish the adoption papers for her." 

You hum. 

"They didn't ask for you again," Natasha says after a moment of silence.

"That's good," you say tiredly. 

That's how today's beating had started, after all. 

You've been here at the orphanage longer than anyone has, practically all your life. 

You've grown up here with the director in this sick place, with her sick tendencies. 

You were determined to be a wallflower until you could leave.

Until Natasha came here when you were 15.

Then you had someone to protect. 

And you decided that it was better to be you than her. 

You had grown to accept that you weren't going to be adopted. As you grew older, you knew the chances grew slimmer. But you were okay with that because you would never allow yourself to leave Natasha here alone.

There were even times you made yourself extremely unattractive to prospective parents who seemed interested in you. 

But for some reason, the prospective parents that came today seemed a little insistent on you, even if you acted like a problem child. 

They were interested in you and Allison, coming back multiple times as if to try to charm you into liking them.

That seemed to set off the director because that woman was set on having you by her side forever. She truly thinks you'll stay here, work here, and grow old until you die with her within this place.

Perhaps you would've resigned to that if Natasha didn't come along. 

But now you're just shy of being 18 to be able to leave and take Natasha along with you. 

You chant the same words you've been chanting since Natasha's come here.

Turn 18, get a job, get a place, and take Natasha far away from here. 

It wouldn't be right away. You'd still have to stay here a little even after turning 18 because you know you can't just take Natasha.

That woman would find you.

She would find you and take Natasha back to destroy you. 

You needed to do it the right way so Natasha couldn't be taken from you.

Turn 18, get a job, get a place, and take Natasha far away from here. 

"Hey."

You turn your head and blink as Natasha's face comes into view. 

You find yourself all cleaned up and bandaged, and Natasha strokes your cheekbone softly.

"Let's go to bed, okay?" 

You nod, standing up with her help as she takes off her cardigan to wrap it around you.

The place is dark, not a sound to be heard, not a single light on, but the two of you have memorized this place like the back of your hand. 

You enter the bedroom quietly because many children have already fallen far asleep into slumberland, and you don't dare to wake them up.

As you get to the last bed in the back, you get in slowly as Natasha follows next to you. 

Everyone gets a small twin-sized bed, but Natasha has long stopped sleeping in hers as she presses her body close to yours.

Natasha pulls the blanket up until it reaches just after your shoulder. 

Lying there, face to face, Natasha licks her lips. You blink languidly as you reach your hand up to cup her cheek, watching her eyes flutter closed as she savors your touch. 

"She can't keep doing this to you," Natasha shakily whispers. 

You merely use your thumb to stroke her cheekbone, dragging your face across the pillow until your lips hit hers. 

Dry and chapped, but still soft. 

You pull back as you entangle your legs with Natasha, pulling her as close as you can to you.

"I rather her do this to me than to you, do you understand?" You murmur. 

And Natasha hates it. She hates it so much. She hates that you shield her from the horrible things that could've been done to her. 

But she knows you would protect her no matter the cost. 

"I love you," Natasha's words vibrate against your lips as her eyes sting.

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Natasha watches from afar as she's holding the broom, idly sweeping the stairs. 

It's another one of those days. 

"Come to my room," the director gazes upon you as she beckoned you towards her.

Natasha watches you put down your bucket and sponge as you walk towards her with your eyes lowered. 

Natasha grips the broom tightly in her hands.

She can hear the worst in the room, but you don't make any noise anymore. You know that it breaks Natasha's heart, so you've learned to grit your teeth or bite your tongue instead. 

You're doing this to protect her, but why does Natasha feel like a coward every time?

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The wounds have only started to heal, but Natasha picks you up with fresh ones. 

Something ugly festers within Natasha as she looks at your back. 

It's not fair. 

It's not fair.

You blink slowly as you lean over the edge of the tub on your arm. You stare at the shampoo in the corner as Natasha cleans your wounds.

The cuts sting, but you don't show it, you don't think you even know how to show it hurts anymore...but Natasha just looks at you, placing her head next to yours as she grasps your fingers gently.

You lift the corners of your mouth slowly. 

"If you keep looking like that, I won't let you clean my wounds anymore," you mean it as a joke, mostly because Natasha is the only one who can do it. There's no way you'd subject the other kids to this. 

But Natasha only holds your hand tighter. 

"Hey," she whispers. "What's the first thing you want to do when we get out of here?"

You hum, your mouth falling into a more relaxed smile as you allow the small luxury of daydreaming. 

"I want to sleep under the open sky. Wouldn't it be nice, Nat? To see the millions and millions of stars above us." You close your eyes, missing how Natasha bites her lips. 

She helps you back to bed, pulling the covers up as you fall into a peaceful sleep. 

But Natasha knows. 

She knows you're running thin, and Natasha's not sure how much longer you can take it.

Waiting until one of you turns 18? 

Natasha mentally scoffs. 

The two of you won't make it.

It was just a fantasy of turning 18 would change anything here, and Natasha's rude awakening came since the day those people came and were interested in you and Allison. 

The director would never let you go. 

Natasha's sure that she would rather kill you than to see you leave, and it would all too easy to cover up a missing kid from an orphanage. 

Natasha gazes at your sleeping face, mouth slightly open as you doze. She delicately brushes her fingers through your hair, soft as you mumble somewhat at the feeling before you shift closer to her. 

Natasha can't protect you in here, she's painfully aware.

And if that's the case, then she'll take her chances out there.

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It's a few weeks that the two of you get some peace within these walls. The director seems to be aware that your wounds need to heal before she can do anything.

And Natasha is waiting for you to heal as well, diligently taking care of you and changing your bandages and applying medication every day.

The two of you seem to be always able to tell when the director will soon call you. 

She gets agitated, seeking you out more to do work in front of her. Her eyes trail you like a hawk as she comes out of her office to inspect your cleaning. 

Natasha stares through the slits of her eyes in the back unnoticed. 

With Natasha's help, you've healed faster, but the director doesn't seem to have noticed, but she's getting impatient.

Even if you are not fully healed, she will most likely call for you again tonight. 

But Natasha won't let that happen. Blinking once before she pushes against the wall upright and turns, she slides discreetly into the director's office. She pulls out the three sleeping pills she stole from the volunteer who had come four months ago and stayed most nights with the children. 

Placing them on the table, she crushes them into powder with a paperweight quickly before she pours it into the cup of tea the director has out on her desk. 

Stirring it with the teabag, Natasha carefully sets everything back the way she found it and slides back out unnoticed. 

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"Baby, wake up."

You groggily open your eyes to see Natasha kneeling beside your bed at your head.

"Why aren't you in bed?" You murmur as Natasha pulls your cover. You had told her to sleep in her own bed tonight because you had a feeling the director would come in and call you to her room. 

But you must've fallen asleep waiting for that because you could see it was 1 AM.

"We're leaving," Natasha tells you as she stands up, whispering, so she doesn't wake the other kids.  

You sit up with your brows furrowed as you rub your eye.

"What?" 

"We're leaving," Natasha repeats, grabbing your hand as she pulls out of bed. 

It had taken some time to wait for the cooks and custodians to go to bed, but the house was quiet now. 

And it was now or never. 

Natasha has a small duffle bag of your things, the two of you not having much despite how long you've been living here. 

"What are you talking about?" You feel yourself waking up more now as Natasha quietly drags you through the hallways and down the stairs. 

She doesn't answer you as Natasha lifts opens the window on the main floor that she left just slightly open during the day.

The alarms would go off if she tried any of the doors, and this was the one window that seemed to have a glitch in it if left open even if they set the alarms. 

Natasha throws the duffle bag out the window.

"Natasha!" You harshly whisper as you grip her wrist to look at you. "This isn't the plan."

"Fuck the plan!" She whispers heatedly at you. "You'll die before the plan even happens!"

You blink at her as Natasha huffs. 

"I know," Natasha says quietly. "I know we're only 17, and it'll be so much harder to survive out there if we leave now. But I rather take those chances than to watch slowly die by that woman's hands!"

Natasha shakes her head, running her hands through the sides of her head as she grips her hair, looking at the floor.

"I can't," Natasha breathes, "I can't watch you keep shielding me when I know you're scared too."

"So please," Natasha begs, "please run away with me while we can."

You look at your girlfriend, tired and defeated, but desperate for you. Lifting your hands to hold Natasha's as you nudge her to let go of her hair as you pull her hands towards you.

"Alright," you press a kiss to her knuckles. "Alright."

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You've been walking for miles. 

Holding Natasha's hand as she carries the duffle bag she refuses to let you hold, you've been walking for miles. 

It would be foolish to take a cab or try to take one of the cars the workers leave here, so you've been going on foot. 

It isn't until you've hit a completely different neighborhood that Natasha begins looks around cars parked outside.

Natasha seems to be looking for something specific as she stumbles onto an old pickup truck. Taking a knife out of the duffle bag Natasha stole from the kitchen, she begins to cut around the gasket around the window. She pulls the window up before she reaches her hand inside to unlock the door. 

Throwing her duffle bag in the back, she gestures for you to get into the passenger side. 

Natasha then pulls out a screwdriver from the duffle bag, and you watch her get to work, and within minutes, you hear the pickup truck start. 

She pulls out of the driveway, taking off quietly down the road.

You had known Natasha had a questionable past before she was dropped off at the orphanage, but watching her do it was completely different.

Still, you had a felt a peace fall over you as you watched the houses get tinier in the side view mirrors.

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It's another couple of hours before Natasha comes to a stop in the middle of nowhere. 

Long having left the city, you were surprised she came to a stop already.

"Are you tired? Do you want to switch?" You ask. 

You still see there's half a tank of gas left, but you still wondered how you'll get more gas or if the two of you will have to find a new car to steal instead. 

Natasha shakes her head. "Let's both rest for a little bit."

She opens the car door, walking around until she reaches your side and unlocks your door. 

You take her hand as you gently get off as she guides you to the truck's back. She puts on foot on the bumper before hauling herself over, holding her hand out to pull you over too. 

Once inside, you find a small blanket that Natasha spreads out before lying down. 

You tentatively lie next to her. 

On your back, you look up at the night sky.

Being in the middle of nowhere with few streetlights, you find you can see the night sky well. 

"I want to sleep under the open sky. Wouldn't it be nice, Nat? To see the millions and millions of stars above us." 

You look over at Natasha, who is looking up at the sky as well. You swallow, feeling the emotions bubble up inside you, threatening to rage over. 

"Nat," you call, voice thick with emotion. 

She doesn't turn to look at you, though, continuing to look at the sky.

"I don't really understand your obsession with the stars," Natasha says quietly. 

You turn your head to look back up. 

"I like that there's so many," you slowly say. "There's an infinite amount of stars. There's a whole galaxy, an entire universe out there. We must look so tiny in comparison to them. Everything seems so big and overwhelming here."

Natasha doesn't say anything. She's not really sure what to say because to her, you're her entire universe.

The only star hung in her galaxy. 

"I'm not going to lie, Nat," you say after a long silence. "I don't know what to do from here."

Because in there, you knew very well how to keep Natasha safe. Out here, you had no plan.

Natasha turns over to you on her side, much rather looking at you than the night sky. 

You were a falling star back there, but out here, Natasha would do whatever it took to keep you hanging in the sky. 

And under the stars, with all the bruises and cuts, and nothing but the clothes on their back, Natasha holds your hand. 

"Hold my hand tight, I'll protect you."

[achillesmetalbones]

*sits down at the counter* barkeep, get me some fucken uhhhh achilles and anka angst. whatever you give me will suffice ♡ i just wanna see how it would work

one angsty cocoa comin right up (you’re gonna need the warmth for this one, it’s a cold night babes <3)

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There wasn’t a motel. Wouldn’t normally be a problem, s’not like Achilles would typically be looking for one anyway, with money so tight. But today was different. Tonight, was different. There wasn’t a motel and Anka was with them and it was cold. Fucking wind, turning the air around them from a tolerable cold into frigid temperatures. Anka was shivering beside them, the wind playing with her short hair, to her obvious annoyance.

Achilles let out a soft sigh, looking at the blinding neon “No Vacancy,” sign lit up in the window of the worst motel in town. They would know, they’ve stayed there enough goddamn times. They glanced up to the sky, sunset bleeding it’s oranges and reds into soft lavender twilight. There’s no way they’d make it out of town. They doubted Anka would even be able to stay awake enough to hold onto them on their bike. They let out another sigh, fully groaning on this one, fog puffing from their breath.

“I-It’s fine, you can go in and stay, I can. See you next time.” Anka begins backing away from the window, but Achilles reaches out and holds onto her hood. “No vacancy means no vacancy kid.” They let go of her hood near immediately, letting their hand fall back to their side and slipping it back into their pocket. “‘S’ides, you’d be the one who’d stay.” Achilles mutters under their breath. If there was only one room they’d nudge her in with the money and that’d be the end. Achilles gently drags their lip between their teeth, glancing around the area.

“....Follow me.” They turn and start walking the way they came, knowing Anka would follow behind. They heard Anka’s footsteps behind them. They’d have to walk a bit more than they did just getting here, but better safe than sorry with the cold. ‘Specially with a kid. Carefully they glanced back at Anka from their peripherals. Hm. They slow their stride a bit.

Anka half-jogs the last stretch to continue walking beside Achilles. They both stay silent for a few blocks. The last stretch of sundown has passed, leaving only a fresh night sky full of clouds. Neon lights dance across their visions, advertising corps, buildings, mechanics, you name it. Another block passes. Anka’s patience seems to run dry.

“Ok. So where are we going, exactly?” Achilles huffs a silent laugh, no outward sign of it happening besides the soft puff of fog from their lips. They were wondering how long it would last. They raise their hand, pointing to a shockingly quiet little sign reading “Klays Mechanical and Biological Wares” in a soft rust color. 

“There. Not inside, don’t know the lad m’self. But it’s got good wind coverage in the alley next to it.” If the coverage happened to be a ludicrously large dumpster, well. At least it was owned by a mechanic, not a restaurant. Achilles worried about their bike in the back of their mind, but they had it chipped. Someone stole it, they could just follow along and kill the fucker.

...Or maybe just steal it back. Probably that.

They glanced back down at Anka once they reached the mouth of the alley. She looked. Cold, still. Achilles looks down the sidewalks, reaching up and undoing the zipper of their coat. Their goddamn blanket was in their bike, ‘cause of course it was, but this’d have to do. They tug off the coat from their sleeves and hold it over Anka’s head, letting it fall when she turns to look up at them. They smirk at the small yelp she lets out, muttered curses finding their way up to them through the fabric of the coat. 

Finally, her head pops out of the bundle, hair frizzy and mussed. She looks at it, baffled before glancing back up at them. They just raise an eyebrow and nod at it. After a beat, she stiltedly slips her arms into the sleeves. It looks like she’s wearing a dress, the ends of the sleeves and the bottom of the coat dragging on the ground. Achilles smiles at her, and walks into the alley.

Standing next to the dumpster, they bring themselves to the ground, leaving a spot for Anka closest to the giant thing. She wrinkles her nose, but before she can complain, Achilles says, “If you’re there, you’re not gonna get wind-chilled. And.” Once more, they point to the quaint sign on the side of the building declaring it a mechanics workplace. She shuts her mouth, pouting, and sits.

The ground was still cold. Achilles can’t imagine they’re much warmer, but still. When Anka falls asleep, it’s them they begin to lean on. Achilles swallows, and gently brings up their arm to hold her. Feather light and cold. Yet Anka sleeps.

[multiverseofimagines]

for the song lyric thing, could you do 8 w richard madden?? 💗

prompt 8; “ We’re such a Mess Together, You make me lose My Temper.”

Prompt list

a/n ; pls request more richard im so in love with this mans. also idek what this is, this is a lil angsty and mentions smUt. Also I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted I got so carried away.

warnings; angst, some dom!richard, sex mentions 😤 Age Gap (18+)

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You watched Richard tentively flirt with some random woman at Elton’s huge cast dinner, celebrating the success of Rocketman, the biopic based upon Elton Johns’ life. You had been one of the movement coaches, helping all the boys learn how to not only sound like their characters but walk and have mannerisms like them. This led you to have many ‘private sessions.’

None of your lessons with the other boys had been anything but, professional or friendly. But, Richard, he was a different story. He had you absolutely wrapped around his finger; quivering at every touch he gave you. You could hear his voice in your head as you watched him and the woman whom you had seen at least once on set flirt with eachother.

“ darling, you’re fucken’ drenched.” He would whisper against your ear biting and sucking at the lobe, making you go absolutely mad. Running a long finger along your slit.

You shot daggers at the two, his hand running along her back, bringing her to the back garden, where most of the party really was. You couldn’t help but tear up a little. How could you be so stupid? Falling for a man much older and successful than you. Foolish.

You were about to let all of your tears out before you felt a hand on your shoulder, it was Charlie. “ You alright y/n?” He asked you, concerned as he saw a small tear leave your eye, rolling down your cheek.

“ yeah, no, I’m alright.” You smiled, wiping the tear away quickly.

“ You don’t look alright, love.” Charlie gripped onto your shoulder, “ lets go somewhere to talk.” You nodded following his lead to a random room in Eltons’ massive mansion.

Charlie was definitely your cast best friend. He was the youngest adult working on the set, aside from you. And despite him being in a relationship, you didn’t feel uncomfortable spending so much time with him as you did Taron and Jamie, both being in long term relationships.

“ So, what’s wrong y/n.” He asked softly. Both of you sitting down on the neatly made bed. The room looked as if it was for a guest, nothing seemed touched, and it was absolutely spotless.

You just shook your head at Charlie, “ it- it’s Rich.” You shrugged. Charlie nodded, instantly knowing what it was.

You had spoken to Charlie before about your massive crush on Richard, and Charlie understood but both of you agreed that the age gap might be too much for him to handle. “Hey,“ he grabs a hold of your hand, though it was in a friendly and comforting way, “ I know, its hard. He’s one of the most famous actors right now, and if anything came out about you two, it could ruin his career.” Charlie’s eyebrows knitted together, thinking of what he had said, “ but if you actually fancy him, proper like... I say.. go get him love.” Charlie turned to you, giving you a simpathetic smile.

You leaned over giving Charlie a kiss on the cheek. “ This is why you’re my best friend.” You then heard someone’s throat clearing, You and Charlie’s attention turned to the door. Richard.

Richard stood, leaning against the door frame, awkwardly looking at Charlie and You. “ Am I interrupting something?” His scottish accent, thick with annoyance. Charlie immediately got up, “ Nope, nope.” walking past Richard and leaving.

Richard walked into the room, shutting the door behind him and locking it. You knew exactly what was coming. “ How fucken’ dare you. I leave you alone for less than half an hour-“

Richard inched closer to you, looking at you with lust and anger within his eyes. “ mind telling me what the fuck that was about, dear?”

“ Rich, we were just, talking.” You assured, looking up at him as he stood, now inbetween your legs. “ just talking aye?” Richard bent down, meeting your level, wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing at the sides. “ You don’t talk with you’re fuckin’ lips dear.” He bit down on his lip, before kissing you hard, hand still wrapped around your throat. You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you passionately, but with anger. That’s when something came over you, a wave of confidence, almost feeling insulted.

You pushed Richard off of you, your hands pushing on his chest, making him slightly fall back. “ y/n?” His tone came down ten notches, looking at you with worry, eyebrows knitted together. “ Don’t, y/n me Richard. You fucked off with some random girl and then expect me not to hang out with Charlie? When You know damn well that I have absolutely no interest in him! God bless his heart, but Richard, who have I seen everyday since filming? Who have I given up everything for ? And during filming, risking my fucking job! And for what? To have you fuck off and then get posssesive !? No fucking way.”

Richard was taken a back by your words, standing completely still and in shock for a good second. You got up off of the bed. Making your way towards the door, but stopping in front of him, to say something.

“ I’m done-“ and that’s when it happened, before you could utter another word, he grabbed your cheeks with his hands, pulling you into a kiss, and though you were angry, you still kissed back, unable to control yourself. He didn’t kiss you with anger anymore, it was passion filled, as if he was attempting to prove a point. Soon enough though, you both pulled away, forheads resting upon one another.

“ you make me lose my temper, ya know.” You barely whispered, almost as if you’d lost all the air in your body from the kiss.

“ We, are such a mess together,” he began, grinning. “But you are the only One I want.”

[miss-pearlescent]

A Work in Progress

This was a draft that I never got around to finishing until I was moved by all the support you guys were giving me...AND IT’S STILL NOT ACTUALLY COMPETE but I figured I would “talk” you all through the ending LOL Read on and you’ll understand.

Oh, and happy holidays!

“I would move a mountain for you.”

The tears started flowing and she couldn’t stop them. An ache settled deep within her chest as the book she was reading began to get blurry before her watery eyes. She lived for the pain and angst of romance novels, but she could never live through the misery of unrequited love herself.

“Sona?”

Speaking of...

She felt heavy fingers brush through her fine hair as the naked body behind her began to stir.

She wiped at the tears with the heavy sheets. “Hmm?” she asked, though her voice squeaked at the end.

“Sona, are you crying?”

“No,” she lied, even as she craned her neck back to see the sleepy demon prince rise from his sleep.

He rested his chin on her shoulder as he watched her with concern in his eyes. “What happened?”

Sona shook her head. “Nothing. Go back to sleep.”

“It’s not nothing if you’re crying.” He grabbed her by the waist and turned her around so she was resting on his chest. “Now tell me what Kai, the mighty Prince of Hell, can do for you.”

She rolled her eyes in amusement but closed her book to settle closer to him. “I was just reading a book.”

“Ah,” Kai murmured as if that told him everything. “What happened this time? The dragon ate the knight in shining armour and now the princess has to marry the big, scary beast?”

She cut him a look. “No, worse.”

“Worse?” he asked in an exaggerated voice. “What’s worse than being forced to marry a dragon?”

Burying her face into his chest, Sona took a deep breath. “Not knowing if the one you love loves you back,” she whispered. “The hero is about to die and he thinks the heroine is in love with somebody else. All he wants is for her to feel loved and do you know what he said just now, right as he was about to take his last dying breath?” She punctuated her words with tiny jabs at his chest.

Kai was tracing little circles along the back of her neck, comforting her. “What did he say?” he asked softly.

“He said he would move a mountain for her.” Sona sniffled and squeezed her eyes shut to hold back the tears. “A whole mountain!”

He let her wallow in her own sorrow for a moment. She clung to his chest, relishing in the comfort he provided but also wishing she could finish her novel at the same time. There was quite a bit left and she knew there were twists and turns around the corner. She just had to get through those to reach the happy ending.

Sona felt the little scoff that came from Kai. She rose her head and narrowed her eyes, daring him to laugh at her emotions.

He didn’t look at her, just continued to watch the spot on her shoulder where he drew shapes and lines. “He said he would move a mountain? Just one?” The corner of his lips kicked up as he gave her a sly look. “I’d part the seas and move a whole mountain range to create its own island if my woman wanted it.”

She snorted and laid her head back down. “This isn’t a competition.” She began tracing her own little drawings on his palm. “Besides, he’s a human, Mr. Mighty Prince of Hell. You’re not allowed to compare your powers to us.”

“You’re a pretty strong human yourself, Little Miss Wicked Witch of the West,” he teased. “I’m sure you could move a mountain or two yourself if you wanted.”

“I just got lucky at birth,” she said, referring to her ability to cast spells that influenced the weather. Then she thought about how her abilities got her to this place, running from her King straight into the arms and bed of the “enemy.” “Or maybe I got unlucky,” she mumbled with a shrug.

Kai gave a deep sigh but he kept his mouth shut. Sona knew how much he hated it when she disliked her own powers, but she had only started learning to contain the self-hate.

Growing up, Sona was raised in a kingdom of humans, where everybody was the same and nobody knew about the supernatural. Then her mom gave birth to a daughter who, at the age of 6, could ask a cloud to rain upon her mother’s crops in the middle of a drought that had originally caused a mass famine.

At first, the villagers had been frightened of Sona...until hunger took over and they knocked on her mother’s door to ask for rain on their own lands.

Though her mother had started with lies, saying there was no such thing as magic, Sona saw the desperation in her neighbours’ eyes and gave the farmers some rain during the night when nobody could see.

Her village flourished and things were great as Sona grew older. There was only one summer where officials were suspicious. It was hard enough to grow produce on the side of the mountain, but Sona’s mother was bringing carts and carts of crops to the market everyday.

After they had a suspicious official search their home, Sona knew she couldn’t overdo it with the weather anymore. She kept low until a second drought hit her kingdom years later.

The new King had heard of the remarkable growth of Sona’s village and sent soldiers to interrogate the people.

She didn’t like to think about that day because it was the last time she saw her mother before being dragged away to the King’s court.

There, her powers were honed and abused. She was locked up for days until she could cause floods that filled all the rice paddies, till she could bring the sun out in the middle of the night.

And she was forced into an engagement with the King.

It wasn’t until one of her guards saw her plans for an escape that he helped her leave the walls of the kingdom. She walked for days and days until she came upon a town inhabited by what she thought were monsters.

She remembered blacking out before waking up to see Kai’s face.

“What are your plans for today?” he asked, changing the subject and pulling her out of her reverie.

She smiled to herself, thinking of the past month where he patched her up and introduced her to a spellcaster in his outcast town who helped build her skills. Kai was the leader of this town on the other side of the mountain and she grew to love him day by day.

Which was why she wasn’t surprised when he told her he was a demon prince, banished from hell to live out his life on Earth.

Sona played with the chain around his neck. “I think I’ll go visit Mr. Oh this afternoon and bring his family some cake. It’s his grandson’s birthday.” Mr. Oh was the spellcaster who was surprised by Sona’s powers and excited to work with her. He was like a father figure to her. “What’s this?” she asked, pointing at the clover on Kai’s chain.

“It’s the protection charm you gave me,” he explained. She had given Kai a coin with a protection spell on it the day Mr. Oh had taught it to her. “I didn’t know where to keep the coin so I got it melted down into a clover and attached it to my neck. Now I won’t be able to lose it.”

She felt a smile cracking through her lips. “I like it.” She leaned up to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

He rolled her over to deepen it. “You’ll like this too.”

Sona moaned as a hand skated up her side, brushing her nipple in a tease.

And this was where her conscious fought with her.

The relationship she shared with Kai was so perfect, yet neither of them knew where they stood. When she had first climbed into his bed, it was like a magnet had brought them together. After that, they were unable to spend a night apart. And during the day, she longed to be close to him. She wanted to share all her thoughts and ideas with him.

But she knew his greatest wish was to go back home. Things were difficult on Earth, especially in a town where it rained often. And many days were a gloomy grey. In the middle of a week of rain, Sona broke her own rules just to part the clouds and let the sun peak through a bit.

She didn’t realize her heart would be the one to warm up when she saw Kai watching her with awe and pride.

So, selfishly, she tried everything she could to make him happy. She wanted him to stay despite knowing it was futile. He deserved to go back home, where he could be treated like the prince he was.

And where humans weren’t allowed unless they were dead.

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OK I’ve let this “first chapter” sit here for a long while and I’ve tried to come back to it but I can’t so here is the rest of the plot:

The next day, they wake up to their village being seized by Sona’s kingdom’s army. Kai fights them and wins, but a soldier named Baekhyun finds Sona. Baekhyun is the one who freed Sona in the first place so even though Kai is like “WTFFFF IMMA KILL YOU,” Sona is like “lemme talk to Baekhyun.” Baek is like “yo, I admit defeat but like...you gotta come back with me to your kingdom.”

Kai is pissed.

Sona (the reasonable person she is) asks “why?”

Baekhyun: If you don’t, the king is gonna burn down the whole kingdom.

The kingdom is on the other side of the mountain. The inland side, so it doesn’t get much rain.

In comparison, Kai’s village is on the side of the mountain that faces the ocean and therefore gets hella rain.

The proper term for all of this is “rain shadow.” For reference, think of North America’s Rocky Mountains LOOOL

ANYWAY, Sona’s kingdom is dying once again because it’s a desert and only she was able to grow FUCKEN RICE IN A DESERT. So the king is calling her back or else he’s gonna set fire to a kingdom of starving people.

And why is Baekhyun so worried? BECAUSE HE’S GOT A GIRL BACK THERE ;______; He was ready to wife her!!!!!

Sona is like “nooooo :( moral duties!”

Kai’s like “FJKDALGHDKALFJDKSLJFDKALHGDKLSJ YOU CAN’T GO.....OK I KNOW YOU WANNA GO REALLY BAD BUT...JFKDALGHKS ok but like I’m coming.”

Sona’s like “no the humans hate demons. they’re gonna kill you :(((((((((( This is my fight.”

Kai’s like “LISTEN. TO. ME. LINDA.”

Ofc he has to be heroic and shit so Sona’s like “FINE. But you are only gonna be chaperoning me. I am NOT risking ur ass by taking you into a kingdom that hates anything ~magical~”

Kai agrees but more like “k watever”

ANYWAY, THEY GO.

Here is where I had a dilemma LOL I wanted them to go on a motorcycle because KIM JONGIN IS SO HOT ON A MOTORCYCLE LMFAO but why would a demon from a poor wittle village have a motorcycle....

So in my head, they rode on some motorcycle thingy that had a big black cloud veil and whatnot while Baekhyun rode his horse with the other nearly-dead soldiers behind them lol

They arrive at the kingdom and Kai is pissed af because he’s worried :( Yeah I hate when men do this because it’s a really bad way to channel your emotions but men are dumb and never change ALAS!

They get in a big fight and Sona has to leave to go into the kingdom while they’re still angry/ignoring each other.

Kai is all haughty and fuming, waiting in a tree and shit while he watches Sona be escorted past the gates of the kingdom....and the moment she is gone, HE STARTS REGRETTING EVERYTHING LMFAO

jokes on you!

Sona agrees to whatever the king says (idk what he says, lol my imagination didn’t care about this king) BUT THE KING GOES BACK ON HIS WORD BECAUSE HE’S SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT HIS KINGDOM IS PERISHING DUE TO CIRCUMSTANCES OUT OF HIS CONTROL YET EVERYBODY THINKS IT’S HIS OWN FAULT so he sets fire to everything including himself. I feel like his brain’s going “If I can’t rule this kingdom, THEN NOBODY SHALL!”

He dies, but his orders were to have soldiers scattered around the kingdom so that once the king’s castle was lit on fire, these soldiers would know to start fires in their own places too.

Thankfully, they’re not ALL dumb as shit. Some decide that this is actually a bad idea, so they help evacuate whoever they can.

Ofc, our heroine helps too :’) She brings whoever she can out past the gates and then tries to bring some rain from the ocean.

While she’s working, she realizes that Kai is not at their meeting spot. She doesn’t see him at all, actually.

She’s scared but SHE HAS WORK TO DO!

So she’s all busy concentrating on bringing the rain past the mountains (she cannot gather enough water from the land around her to create a mass of precipitation because it’s a desert.......yes, i think about these things too)

BUT SHE’S STRUGGLING CUZ BITCH, THESE ARE SOME BIG MOUNTAIN RANGES AND IT WASN’T MEANT TO RAIN FOR ANOTHER MONTH.

Then she sees Kai running towards her carrying a whole cart of people (indeed, our man found a CART!)

She’s about to call him but then he runs back in and she’s like “OMFG I’M GONNA LOSE HIM” but that thought only stays for a split second cuz she still has to get the rain over here lol

The fire’s basically burned down the kingdom at this point. Kai has brought out many people (he’s fine in the fire because he’s a demon AND he has a cute protection charm hehehe) but then he sees Sona struggling and he looks up and sees the dark clouds forming on the other side of the mountain.

Guess what he does?

biiiiitch

Sona is like “O_O” when she suddenly looks over and KAI IS PUSHING THE MOUNTAIN RANGE OVER.

biiiitch he did that!

Rain pooooooooours down the mountain and starts dousing the fire. Problem is, everything is suddenly dark and the ground is slippery lol DIDN’T THINK OF THAT, HUH?

So they’re still scrambling to get survivors out. Towards the end, Sona is helping a family out when suddenly she slips because she’s human and there’s mud everywhere. Her ankle twists and she just sits there for a second as she sees Baekhyun call off the search. It’s been hours and everyone’s exhausted.

Kai turns back and starts walking towards Sona, and she’s shook because 1) HE’S HOT AF and 2) his eyes are blue and his hair is white...sound familiar??

THIS IS THE PERFORMANCE (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-VX60sGRjo) THAT STARTED THIS WHOLE STORY IN MY HEAD LOOOOL SUCH A GOOD FANCAM! SUCH A GOOD LOOK! DO YOU SEE THAT CLOVER ON HIS NECK? YUM!

Anyway, he takes off his hat and holds out his hand with a smirk on his face and goes “Did I move enough mountains for you?”

JFKLADHGDKALFJDKSLGHDKALJFDKSL imma punch him

He pulls Sona up off the ground and sees that shes limping and suddenly drops his smirk. She’s like “no, it’s nothing” but ofc Kai has to be heroic and shit so he picks her up and VROOM VROOM they go off in their motorcycle back to the village LOOOOOOOOOOOOL

The whole way back though, they’re silent but for different reasons. Sona is hella sad because she’s sooooo in love with Kai but knows that she’s just drawing out something that’s gonna end badly. She wants to protect her heart, ya know!

Whereas Kai....has different reasons :)

So we get back to Kai’s place and Sona is washing up while Kai just sits on his little settee. When Sona’s done, she tells him to go wash up but he just grunts.

We love grunting. Why? CUZ HE’S BROODING?

WHY IS HE BROODING? DIDN’T THEY JUST SAVE A WHOLE KINGDOM?

Sona is thinking the same thing LOL but Kai directs her to lay down on the settee (isn’t it dirty, Kai??) and props her foot up on a couple pillows.

“Why do you still look like this?” she asks in a whisper, gently fingering through the strands of white on his head.

(a/n: sorry I had to /write/ that part out because it sets the mood a lot but DAMN i wanna barf at my own writing LOL just imagine everything is warm and candlelit, and Kai is attentively catering to Sona while she lounges on the settee)

Kai doesn’t meet her eyes. Just shrugs.

Okkkkkkk so obviously it’s a sensitive topic???

She continues to comb through his hair cuz it’s cute. And because he’s a wittle puppy (see: demon prince from hell), HE BREAKS WHEN SHE SCRATCHES THAT ONE SPOT ON HIS HEAD.

He grabs her wrist and takes deep gulping breaths.

Meanwhile, she holds her breath.

“I was banished from hell for not taking a mate.”

Her brows furrow and she starts to sit up but Kai pins her down with his hands. His blue eyes reflect the fire in the hearth.

“It was during mating season, and everyone was in a frenzy. My father found a girl for me. I remember she was so scared when she was brought into court.”

Kai takes a breath. Sona uses her other hand to stroke his hair, offering whatever comfort she could.

“I couldn’t do it.” He choked on his last syllable. “I couldn’t do such a horrible thing to a little girl who had screamed and cried until her voice was gone. They brought her to me when she barely had any fight left in her.”

Kai put his forehead against Sona’s shoulder. “Mating season meant you lost yourself. You had the hair and eyes of your inner demon, along with its mindset. But I refused to do anything to the poor girl, so I hid her away and sent her to the outskirts of the land.”

Sona let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding. “You did what was right,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “She couldn’t go back to her parents who would sell her again. She didn’t have anywhere to go. I was banished before I could find her again.” His body was shaking with grief. “She could be dead because of me.”

Sona cried for him. Cried for the man that tried to do the right thing and still had everything turn out wrong. Cried for the young girl that had no choice in what was done to her. Cried for the fact that Sona herself could not turn back time and undo all of it.

They stayed like that on the settee—Kai crouching on the rug in front of her—for what seemed like hours.

When he rose, his eyes were bloodshot and glassy.

Sona pushed him toward the tub, insisting he’d feel better after having a wash.

He came out looking ragged still, but cleaner. He took a seat on the ground in front of her again, staring into the fire.

“So it’s mating season for you again?”

He nodded. “It comes every five to seven years. That’s another reason why my father banished me. He needed an heir and I was unwilling to produce one, so he turned to my next brother.”

“You don’t seem...” Sona searched for the word, “animalistic to me.”

Kai shrugged. “I don’t like to let the demon rule me. It’s hard to control my body once instinct takes over.”

“I see.” She stared at the ceiling and fought a blush creeping across her cheeks, trying not to think of all the inappropriate things Kai would do to her if “instinct” had taken over.

Except, he wasn’t letting it, was he? He didn’t want to have sex right now. He didn’t want a mate right now.

Sona tamped down her disappointment and put on a smile, turning her head to look at him. “Well, if—” She bit off her sentence with a squeak when she saw Kai’s blazing blue eyes staring back at her.

His nostrils flared. “Why do I smell your arousal, Sona?”

She opens her mouth but closes it again when he rises above her.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks in a growl.

That just made the ache between her legs even worse. “I-I was just wondering about the demon side of you.”

His eyes glinted and she swore she saw fangs as he cracked a devilish grin. “What would you like to know?”

“Oh, just general stuff.” She waved her hands in the air. “Like what you eat in Hell, how you communicate with other demons, how you—”

He cut her off by pressing the calf of her broken ankle against the back of the settee. “How we mate?” He hiked up her nightgown and grinned at the sight before him. “Keep your bad leg still and I’ll show you.”

Sona almost came just from the hunger in his eyes, but she snapped out of her haze and clamped her hands down between her legs. “No.”

Kai blinked and looked up. “No?”

“No,” she bit out. Her body was so ready, but she couldn’t keep hurting the both of them like this. “I can’t mate with you.”

The fire in Kai’s eyes died as he backed away, still holding onto her leg so it wouldn’t drop forcefully onto the pillows.

Talking felt like pushing lead from her throat. “We can’t do this anymore, Kai. We are torturing ourselves.” She took a deep breath. “You have to know that I love you so much and you are the best person I’ve ever met, but I can’t be the right mate for you.”

A line set between his brows. “Why not?” he bit out.

“Because I can’t be what you need. You need a queen to go with you into Hell and run a whole Hell-dom there. Someone who can bring you back home where you belong, where your powers can flourish.” She couldn’t stop the whimper that followed. “Not a human who holds you back on Earth.”

His thumb stroked her calf, a kindness she didn’t deserve. Her heart was breaking into two and he was still her providing comfort.

Next thing she knew, he was kissing her. Gently on the cheek at first and then slowly grazing her lips.

“Kai,” she whispered between pecks. “Didn’t you hear what I said?”

“Mhmm,” he nodded. “So do you want to be my mate?”

“Kai!” She pushed against his shoulders.

He caught her hand and kissed it. “I heard what you said and I still want you. I want you whether you can come to Hell or not. It doesn’t matter, because I feel at home when I’m with you.”

Sona shook her head through the tears. “That doesn’t make sense.”

He kissed her, hard. “If I left this village, would it still feel like a home to you?”

“Of course not.”

“Would you go back to your kingdom?”

She vehemently shook her head.

“Then where would you go?”

Sona licked her lips. “I...I don’t know.”

“Me neither.” He kissed her again, crawling between her legs. “I would try to find you. I would want to be with you for the rest of my life, if you would have me.”

She wrapped her good leg around his waist. “Then please take me.”

He chuckled and nipped her on the shoulder. “Then promise not to move your bad leg.”

(THEY DO IT)

OK that’s enough /writing/ LOL so they do the dirty and suddenly they’re mated and Sona’s ankle is healed. Why? BECAUSE SHE GOT SOME POWERS FROM HER MAN. And Kai suddenly has a purple aura around him and he can move a couple clouds with just a thought. How? BECAUSE HE GOT POWERS FROM HIS WOMAN.

And they can both transcend into hell cuz she’s no longer human-human, CUZ WHY? CUZ SHE’S GOT A DEMON BABY BAKING INSIDE OF HER MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA

the end.

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[minimin1993]

S/M 26 & B/L 26

Warning: Cheating. Angst. Violence

“What you planning on doing with Daniel today since we got an early day on set?” Sebastian said walking Min back to her trailer. 

“I don’t know yet. Right now honestly I just need a deep tissue rub and sleep.” Min said rolling her neck around. 

“Yeah you need something deep rubbed alright.” Sebastian said smirking. 

“Oh shut up, I am not talking to you about that.” Min said pushing him playfully. 

“Uh huh, now go be with your man, I am gonna go take a long LONG shower.” Sebastian said walking up his trailer. 

“Yup, I forgot you have a date with Miss. Rightie.” Min said winking at Sebastian making him laugh 

“Good one Princess. Good one.”

Min walks up her trailer ready to see her boyfriend when she was stopped again with Deja Vu. 

“Princess what's wrong?” Sebastian question seeing Min stop frozen at the doorstep before walking over to her but she opened her door. Once again she catches another boyfriend of hers who is balls deep in her assistant; Maddie. 

“Wow I totally didn’t see this coming. Oh don’t stop on my account, it’s fine, I am just going to close this door and leave you 2 be.” Min said slamming the door pushing past Sebastian to leave. 

“Min what’s wr..” Sebastian was chasing her before her trailer opens revealing Daniel and Maddie scrambling to put their clothes on running toward them.

“Baby, it not what it looks like.” Daniel said about to grab her.

“Don’t you dare fucken touch her!” Sebastian yelled grabbing his shirt ready to pummel his face in.

“Sebastian stop, it’s not worth it.” Min said pulling him off Daniel while some of the other cast members runs over. 

“Min please listen to me.” Daniel said as Maddie helps him up.

“How long?” 

“What?” 

“I said how long? How long have you been sleeping with her?” Min repeated. 

“2 months.” was all he has to say. 

“Wow, so our relationship was practically a joke. Okay. We’re done Daniel, there's no more talking. You can leave. And Maddie best know your fired.” Min said trying her best not to cry with all the people watching.��

“Min please.” Daniel begged wanting to step closer before Robert Downey Jr. got in front of him. 

“I suggest you leave son before I let these guys off their leash to kill you. You messed up bad and you lost an amazing person in the process. Hope that girl was worth it. Now leave before I call security.” Robert told Daniel who walks away with Maddie before turning over to Min who was standing there with a face no one saw before. Emotionless. 

“I just want to be alone for a while. Anthony, Joe I will be in tomorrow to set don’t worry” She said looking at the Russo bros.

“Min are you sure? You should take a few days off.” Joe insisted.

“No its fine, I’ll be fine. I will see you all tomorrow.” Min said walking off to her car.

“Princess…” Sebastian said running over to her. 

“I said I want to be alone Sebastian.” Min said not even looking at him getting in the car and drove off the set leaving everyone stunned on set. 

 Sebastian was sitting in makeup worried for Min who happens to ignore every phone call and text message from everyone but just like she said when her call time the next day she walks into makeup trailer looking like she didn’t sleep all night with heavy bags under her blood shot eyes. 

“It looks like you guys have a lot of work to make these bags disappear.” She said with a painful smile on her face.

“Princess…” Sebastian said looking at her 

“I am fine Sebastian, don’t worry about me. I am a big girl.” Min said with an emotionless smile breaking his heart. In the years knowing her she was always full of life, now all he saw was an empty shell of her. 

  By the time Linda got in range where she knows she can transmit her thoughts to Bucky that is what she did.    “Bucky listen to me, go back to the house as quickly as possible. SHIELD is on there way to you, grab the bag. I will meet you there.” Linda send into Bucky mind.

“I didn’t do it love, you gotta believe me. I been here waiting for you to come back.” 

“I know baby, but they won’t. And Steve’s coming, I didn’t mean to tell him but I had to.”

“Its okay love, I am not mad just be careful. ``I love you.”

“I love you too.” Linda thought as she parked the jet out of town before running back to the safe house. By the time she got there she heard Steve and Bucky talking.

“Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they're not planning on taking you alive.” Steve said 

“That's smart. Good strategy.” 

“This is not the time to talk, we have to go now.” Linda said walking next to Bucky readying herself for a fight.

“  This doesn't have end in a fight, Buck.” Steve said    “It always ends in a fight.” Bucky said removing his glove. 

“You pulled me from the river. Why?” 

“  I don't know.” 

“Steve this is not the time.” Linda tried.    “Yes, you do.” Steve said just as a grenade launches into the window but Steve uses his shield to deflect it back out only to have another come in. Bucky kicks it over to Steve who contains it with his shield once again. Another came through one of the windows but Bucky uses their bed to shield them before Linda flips the table to block the front door that they are pummeling with the ram. 

“James we have to go now.” Linda said as policeman smashes through the windows. Linda whips one of them out before going over where the bed used to be and smashes through the floor retrieving her backpack.   

“Buck, stop! You're gonna kill someone.” Steve stops Bucky from attacking more but Bucky shoves him into the ground punching a hole in the floor.    “I am not going to kill anyone.” He said retrieving his backpack throwing it out the window. Bucky and Steve get behind Steve's shield to avoid gunfire raining through the house which Linda can shield herself from easy. Bucky shoves Steve and he knocks a cop over.

“James now.” Linda said as they rush to the door,  Bucky holds up his metal hand and repels bullets, then slams a cop into shelves, he picks up a large cement brick and slams it into a cop approaching them. When a cop shoots through the door from the outside Linda sends a blast knocking out the cops in the way of the door before Bucky rushing out first knocking out the policemens pointing their guns at them, a cop then descends through a sky-light on a zip wire, Bucky grabs the cop's gun and slams him into the wall before bashing a couple of cops with the battering ram. Linda and Bucky looks over the stairwell seeing more of the police team running up. 

‘Go, I will catch up.’ Linda transmitted into Bucky's mind as he grabs onto the cop hanging on the wire jumping down. Linda was running down the stairs, knocking out as many cops as she can when Steve jumps down helping Bucky. 

“Come on man.” Steve said catching the policeman Bucky accidentally knocks over the stairwell before Bucky jumps down a couple floor before catching himself using his metal arm letting out a scream. Linda looks over the stairs jumping down with him looking up at Steve who was staring down at them. 

“I’m sorry.” She transmitted into Steve when Bucky runs at full speed jumping over to the building next to them grabbing his backpack with Linda following. 

As they were running a black figure comes out of nowhere knocking Bucky over. Linda rushes over to Bucky looking at the person in a Black Panther like suit before extending his claw charging at Bucky. Bucky pushes Linda out of the way as they fight each other, she cracks her whip wrapping it on his wrist, unaffecting him before he grabs it and flips her away from them. . 

“This is not your fight Luna.” Black Panther said making Linda flinch at her given name.

“Don’t call me that.” Linda said about to send a charge at him before a helicopter flies over and starts shooting at them. Linda shields herself watching Sam fly into the helicopter sending it flying before she jumps over to the panther like figure knocking him off Bucky. Bucky stands up immediately grabbing his backpack jumping off the building with Linda as the Black Panther chases them. 

As they ran down the street more bullet comes flying at them before Bucky grabs Linda hand as they jump down the bridge on to the freeway underneath taking off running at full speed. 

Bucky and Linda running knowing the Black Panther and Steve was chasing after them while hearing sirens goes off when police cars start coming their direction. Bucky grabs Lindas hand and immediately jumps over onto the other side of the road before Bucky grabs onto a motorcycle and both of them flies onto it cruising down the freeway once again. 

“Steve’s right behind us, so is that Black Panther” Linda thought

“I know.” Bucky answered only when the Black Panther launches himself onto them.

“Look out.” Linda said about to blast him when Bucky hand grabs him by the neck choking him about to send him off when he latches onto the backside of the motorcycle dragging them down. Bucky uses his metal hand to stop them from going down when Linda sends a charge to the Black Panther knocking him off the motorcycle. 

Linda pulls out a grenade from Bucky back and tosses it up attaching it to the top of the freeway destroying it trapping everyone inside behind it only to see the Black Panther jump out and slashes their tire sending them rolling on the ground. The Black Panther was on top of Bucky again but Steve jumps out of the rubble and pushes him off Bucky as they all stand up not long before they all got surrounded by cops pointing their guns at them.  

Rhodey comes out of nowhere and puts his blasters pointing at everyone “Stand down now. Congratulations CAP, Grey you are a criminal.” 

Linda and Steve puts their hands up as they come and forcefully shove Bucky down causing Linda eyes to turn black.

“Don’t make this worse doll” Bucky transmitted into her mind seeing her eyes flash about to tear into them. “Please.” 

Linda calmed down as they put her arms down handcuffing her before turning back to the Black Panther who removes his mask revealing T’Challa. 

“Your highness.” Rhodey said as they all got shoved into the van, Bucky thought got put into a containing box strapping him down.