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PART FOUR OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x Supernatural Mini-Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Descriptions of a dead body. Mentions of Murder. Words: 2,724k Blog Masterlist / Series Masterlist <Previous Part | Next Part (Coming Soon) >
The faint light of a street lamp shone through the limpid drapes of the modest motel Y/N Winchester had called home for nearly three months. Upon opening her eyes, a feeling of apprehension settled in her stomach; today was the day of The Founder’s Ball, and the idea of Damon being her date both thrilled her and left her stricken. She had still not shaken the possibility of Damon being a vampire, albeit trying desperately not to entertain the thought.
She had hoped to sleep in this morning, though it seemed her body had other plans. Sighing, she turned over and glanced at the cheap alarm clock on her bedside, squinting at its bright red glow.
It was 3:46 a.m. 
She wanted nothing more than to roll over and go back to sleep, but she knew she had better things to do with her time. Icy air pricked her skin as she heaved the heavy canvas quilt off her body. As her hands abraded over her bare arms, trying to create some form of heat, Y/N shuffled over to the thermostat, involuntarily shivering when the temperature of the room, glowing blue on the small screen, met her eyes. She bumped it up five degrees, cursing the extra cost it would induce on her already unaffordable room tab. 
To successfully lead a life of hunting, financial fraudulence and deceit were a necessity. Usually, this would not have been an issue; Y/N possessed many fake cards with false names. However, quite suspiciously, she recently discovered that each of these cards, one by one, had become unusable and ceased to work. Y/N concluded, quite disgruntled, that this would have been her brothers' work. She supposed they were trying to draw her out of hiding. 
Luckily, obtaining false money was not a foreign practice for her; her brothers did not know this. The small sum she had managed to acquire would have to do for now. 
Y/N drew back the sheer drapes enough for her eyes to peer through, beside her building shone an old flickering neon sign, proclaiming the service station adjacent to her was open. Satisfied, the corner of her mouth turned up; she had wanted a coffee very much and there was no time like the present. While shrugging on her hoodie, which she had permanently borrowed from Dean, Y/N noted dejectedly that its smell of gunpowder and motor oil left her feeling homesick. Maybe she missed her brothers more than she let on. But she knew now was not the time to wallow in sadness. 
She collected her keys and walked out of the door, locking it behind her. 
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The thunderstorms Mystic Falls had experienced in the previous three days had been bordering apocalyptic; Y/N, much to her vexation, had spent the entirety of the storm boarded up in her quaint motel room, wishing uselessly that she had not been rained in.
The young hunter had found herself restless. A 19-year-old girl named Amelia had gone missing in the area. Although the circumstances surrounding her disappearance were labelled as suspicious by authorities, apparently, it had not yet been long enough to presume her dead. Y/N wished her assumptions were not always so grim, but her uncanny pastime forced her to be pragmatic.
Realistically, going missing in this town meant she was most likely dead or hidden away as a blood-thirsty monster. 
Y/N could not decide what was a better fate for the poor girl. 
The Winchester thought that she at least deserved to have someone look for her, to make sure she was not still out there, even if what she expected to find was a harsh caricature of who Amelia once was. And the town authorities did not seem to think their services were necessary. 
Y/N knew what she was attempting to do was nearly impossible. Alone, she could not search the area needed to uncover a hidden corpse, and it was not exactly a chore where she could enlist the help of her friends. Nonetheless, she found herself trekking through the tenacious sludge the rain had left in its wake; her socks damp and toes stinging from the cold. She understood that she did not have all the time in the world; the impending doom the evening’s ball left looming over her shoulders had her shivering deeper than the frosty morning ether. However, she persisted anyway. 
Two and a half hours had passed when Y/N spied something out of the ordinary, and she could not believe her luck. 
The young girl cringed slightly; she knew thinking of it as "luck" was a bit distasteful. 
A rectangular concave of sodden earth could be seen under a scattering of leaves. Its shallow trenches with water congregating inside told Y/N the sunken ground had been caused by the rain, though its distinct shape still clashed with the surrounding natural terrain. A feeling of uneasiness settled in her stomach; she was almost sure of what she would find underneath. The burial probably would have been well concealed had it not been for the unbridled downpour of water.
Another half hour had passed before Y/N had completely uncovered the body from its prison of earth. Her nose wrinkled; the pungent smell of decay, now swarming the air. The young hunter had experienced no shortage of death in her lifetime, but the sight of the girl before her, lying bloated and green had Y/N staring through glassy eyes. This girl was younger than her. Her parents, no doubt, would be waiting, in anguish, for her to return home. Desperately anticipating a reunion that will never occur. Y/N quickly swallowed against a lump in her throat. Trying not to let her tears spill. 
The most wicked part of this, Y/N thought, is that they will never get any closure. Mystic Falls’ authorities, so closely entwined with the vampire-aware council, already knew she was a lost cause. That is why they were not looking for her.
She reached out with a shaking gloved hand and tried to turn her chin gently to the side, the rigour mortis had not yet subsided, making it more difficult. However, she found what she wanted. Two little puncture marks barely visible on the slimey distended skin confirmed what she already knew.
This girl was murdered by a vampire right under her nose. How were they eluding her so effortlessly?
Y/N decided she would not rebury her, but rather send a message to the negligent authorities. She was confident that they were completely infiltrated by the town council and knew her message would reach the right ears. 
She opened her backpack and got the supplies for a note; she knew she was acting both rashly and carelessly, but something needed to be done. 
With her still-gloved hands she tore a page she knew she had never touched from her notebook and began to scribble  
Dear whoever reaches her first,
I’ve decided to take responsibility for these “animal killings” myself. Given no one seems as if they are capable or care enough to do the right thing.
Y/N weighed her note down with a nearby stone a couple metres right of the burial, she then grabbed her golden lighter from her pocket and some accelerant she had in her backpack. The dampness of the area made for a difficult task, but eventually, the macabre burial was engulfed in roaring flames. Y/N tossed her shovel on top as well as her notebook and pen, knowing it would not do for any of this to be found and watched satisfied as the items crumbled to near nothing. 
After her belongings and the girl were burnt beyond recognition, she gathered some green leaves and piled them onto the blaze. She did not have much time to leave given any moment the leaves would begin to smoulder and billow up into the sky. She did not want to be anywhere near the area when the suspicious smoke was investigated. With tears still thick in her eyes she turned and hurried away.
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The short drive to Caroline’s house in the early afternoon had been nerve-racking, never before had she experienced an event of this stature, and to say she was nervous would be a gross understatement. Caroline had been safekeeping her gown, neither girl thought the ornate garment should have spent its time hanging in the dingy motel Y/N currently called home. Caroline also insisted on doing the young Winchester’s makeup, declaring that Y/N’s modest gathering of supplies simply would not do.
The Winchester had spent a good hour scrubbing her body vigorously from head to toe. She had been covered in a thick layer of grime from her early morning escapade, and she had to make sure she was pristine and perfect for Caroline’s audience. 
She stalked tentatively up the front steps, and with barely enough time to lift her hand to knock, the door had already begun to swing open, a grinning Caroline on the other side, with pearly whites on full display. Her smile almost sent a shiver down Y/N’s spine. 
‘You don’t know how much I’ve been looking forward to this.’ Caroline reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling Y/N along with more force than she thought her capable of. Finally, they halted in front of a mirror and Caroline had Y/N by the shoulders impelling her into a vanity chair. 
‘So… What's the plan?’ Caroline spoke causally once Y/N stopped struggling against her and settled into the seat. 
‘Well… Caroline… I don’t know…’ She rolled her eyes at Y/N’s lacklustre response.
‘Why did I see that coming from a mile away? Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.’ Caroline spoke as though she were burdened by this fact, but Y/N knew that she would love the opportunity to use her as a real-life doll. 
Y/N decided very quickly that she did not like people doing her makeup. She sneezed when her face was dabbed with powder. Her eyes prickled and watered uncontrollably when Caroline attempted to coat her lashes in mascara and ended up having to put it on herself only to be scornfully slapped when she got it on her eyelid that Caroline had spent ten minutes blending colourful eyeshadow to perfection.
If she had a dollar for every time Caroline had scolded her, she could afford a luxurious holiday across Europe.
Nevertheless, by the time Caroline had finished with her, not only was her face veiled in a modest yet flattering coat of makeup, but her nails glistened in a deep blood-like crimson; Y/N was fortunate that they already had a decent length to them albeit needing some desperate shaping. Caroline had Y/N sit completely still with her hands placed before her on the table, she was not going to let anything like the mascara fiasco occur again. Meanwhile, Caroline had also taken the time to place Y/N’s hair in an elegant coiffure. She looked simply stunning. 
‘You've done brilliantly’ Y/N’s smile was earnest,
‘Well, I’d take all the credit, but you don’t look half bad on your own’
Y/N ducked her head, feeling betrayed by the burning in her cheeks.
‘Thank you’ She muttered.
As Y/N waited the rest of the time needed for her nails to cure, Caroline put herself together so quickly it was astonishing. And now, she too, looked drop-dead gorgeous. After checking if her polish had set and nodding when satisfied, Caroline spoke up,
‘We haven’t got ages, Damon will be here to get you soon.’ Y/N could tell Caroline was trying to play nice but she could not completely hide her resentment as she voiced his name.
‘I suppose it’s time for our dresses!’ She continued, quickly leaving the room and entering again, holding garment bags above her head.
Y/N would be lying if she said she was not excited, she had not seen her dress since Caroline had whisked it away to her house. Y/N grabbed the dress and fled for the bathroom. 
As she zipped back the bag, careful not to snag any fabric, she was once again taken by its beauty. The crimson skirt of chiffon flowed like a sea of blood, the expensive velvet bodice holding tiny details of flowers barely visible to the human eye. The gown, while contemporary, held hallmarks of an old Victorian frock; Y/N’s memory had not done it justice. A smaller bag next to the dress held her accompanying gloves and jewellery. 
She slid the gown over her body with unparalleled care and spent a good few minutes bringing the zip up to her mid-back, it was a harder task than she had anticipated and she considered asking Caroline for help, though, she could hear a hushed conversation from the room she had just left. Y/N was certain Damon had arrived and she was not about to walk out half-dressed. After fasting her necklace and pulling the gloves to reach just over her elbows, she smoothed out the ornate fabric of the skirt while taking a deep breath. 
She looked at her profile in the mirror.
The woman casting back in the reflection looked like a stranger to her. She seemed as though she came from another world; a better one. Y/N never could have guessed that this lady spent her time hunting monsters, eating cheap, greasy takeout and sleeping in dilapidated motel rooms. Never would she have fathomed this woman had spent the earlier part of her day burning the corpse of a murdered girl. 
The lady before her should belong to a lavish home with every sumptuous possession she could dream up. If only that were the case.
This time Y/N looked at her reflection critically.
This would be the first time she had seen Damon since investing the town’s archives and she had not completely convinced herself that Damon was not a vampire. On the other hand, she knew there was absolutely nothing that could be done at this moment, so she inhaled deeply in a redundant attempt to quell her nerves and exited the bathroom. 
She could swear her heartbeat would be heard for miles.
In the middle of the living room, he stood in a fitted black suit, with a rose of deep crimson attached at the collar. It matched her dress so perfectly she considered for a moment that it was not a coincidence. When she reached his eyes she spied that his jaw was left agape. Though quickly, as if attempting not to look caught by surprise he twisted his mouth into a lopsided grin. She tried not to appear smug at his obvious admiration, though she was sure her expression betrayed her. Suddenly, she was quite aware she no longer felt nervous.
‘Y/N, you look stunning.’ He spoke fervently, she felt her complacent expression rapidly shift to one of abash and when she said nothing he continued,
‘I brought you these, I thought they would suit your dress’ He held up a bouquet of the same flowers on his suit jacket and looked at Caroline, who had been lurking in the corner, knowingly. They had not been a coincidence.
‘Thank you, Damon, they’re lovely.’ 
Caroline offered to place them in a vase to keep them fresh while they spent the night out, when she left for the kitchen Damon stepped closer. He grabbed both her hands and stared intensely into Y/N’s eyes. She was sure he was trying to dazzle her, and it was working.
‘We can leave now, Caroline’s getting a lift from Elena.’ Y/N only nodded, her mouth agape, just as his had been. He began to draw her towards the front door and she barely had enough time to pull herself together and call over her shoulder,
‘See you soon Caroline. Thank you for your help!’
Damon opened the passenger door of his 1969 Chevy Camaro and gestured for her to take a seat. He ended up needing to help shove the fabric of her puffy skirt into the foot space, Y/N giggling as it continued to billow out from the door. After what seemed like ten minutes, Damon finally settled into the driver’s side and started the engine. 
As they sped down the street leading to the lavish venue of the ball she realised that in Damon’s presence she no longer worried about vampires, hunters and missing persons. She could not have foreseen the effect he had on her considering her unwelcome suspicions of him.
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PART THREE OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x Supernatural Mini-Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Descriptions of Violence. Words: 2,064k Blog Masterlist / Series Masterlist <Previous Part | Next Part >
Monsters consumed her entire world; Y/N thought of them every day and in every moment. She would watch people as she passed them on the street and wonder if they harboured any grim secrets; monsters were considerably more common than one would expect. However, there was a time when this was not the case. As a young girl, she never fully understood why her family moved from motel to motel, never finding a home to settle in. 
She and her brothers would stay in the shabby rooms, watching cartoons as their father disappeared for hours, only to return covered in grime and blood. Eventually, Dean joined in on these late-night escapades and soon after, Sam. They held hushed conversations over old-looking journals Y/N was never allowed to see. 
She had never known anything different; it came alongside her life of greasy diners and dingy mattresses.
However, she had always known that something was wrong. Even at a young age, she was bright enough to know that normal fathers did not teach their children how to wield knives and set traps. And they definitely did not pass their six-year-old children handguns. Her small hands and feeble arms barely able to hold on as it recoiled.
On the morning of her eleventh birthday, her father had taken her to an old friend, saying she needed a specific tattoo and that he would not ask questions. The young girl was shocked. Y/N knew this was not regular for kids her age; she supposed they were only for grownups. However, looking back, she recalled her brothers receiving them as well. Her father hushed and comforted her as she cried in his arms; the pain was like nothing she had ever experienced. When she drew back from his embrace, upon her upper left arm was now a star, enclosed by a circle of black, simple flames. Her father had told her that 'it was a small amount pain for a lifetime of protection from things that would hurt her'. She shuddered when she thought of what these 'things' might be. 
However, by her next birthday, she no longer had to wonder. Y/N would never forget the day she learnt about the frightening past-times of her family. It was a turning point in her life, something she could never change, no matter how many times since that moment she wished she could.
The tires of the Impala had rolled noisily over the gravel of the dimly lit car park. The motel's neon sign flickered, casting an eerie glow across its sleek, black metal as John Winchester pulled out onto the barren street. Inside the room, the air was palpable. Y/N remembered every detail of the night perfectly. The smell of old books and gun oil mingled with the acrid tang of old manchester. She recalled how the walls seemed to sag under the weight of time, the air thick with the scent of dampness and decay. She was supposed to be alseep as her adolescent brothers, Sam and Dean, sat hunched over a precarious table, staring fixedly at a map.
Across the room, Y/N lied on her side, back turned and clutching the pillow with white-knuckled fingers. Her eyes were wide, staring unblinkingly at the peeling wallpaper of the motel, the thump of her pounding heart reaching her ears. 
Y/N Winchester, the youngest of the three, had always had a lingering suspicion that her family was disparate from that of a regular household. Their late-night departures and whispered conversations had all hinted at something dark, something they deliberately withheld from her. 
But as she listened to the low humming of their voices, her whole world had unravelled. Monsters, demons, and things ‘that went bump in the night’ were real. And her family hunted them.
Dean's voice broke, brueque and urgent, breaking her from her spiralling thoughts. 
‘We've got a lead on a group of vampires, Sammy. Pack your bags. We’ll leave in the morning.’ Sam nodded, his gaze fixed on the map. 
Y/N's breath hitched. Vampires? She had always believed they were creatures of folklore and myth, the subjects of peoples’ nightmares. But suddenly, the reality of this fact became true for her. Had she not seen her father carve out intricate stakes? And replace the bullets in his guns with wooden alternatives? She had been too young to give any of these details consideration. Though as Y/N lay in the bleak corner of the room, absorbing the information her brothers had unknowingly disclosed, she felt remarkably obtuse.
Y/N sat up and allowed her consciousness to become known to her brothers. 
Her voice had shaken, fear entwined between each syllable. ‘Vampires?’
She had wanted to say more, but her words caught in her throat. 
Both heads snapped up, surprise and shock corroding their features. Dean's eyes widened, and he exchanged a quick, concerned glance with Sam.
‘Y/N, you shouldn't be awake,’ Sam had said, his voice holding an edge of distress,
‘No, I need to know,’ Y/N insisted, her hands trembling. ‘What else don’t I know? Why do you do this?’
Dean sighed heavily, the weight of this fretful secret hardening his expression. The brother did not know how their father would react to their carelessness; she should not have found out like this. 
‘Sit down, Y/N. We'll explain.’
As they spoke and described the monsters of this sphere in great detail, Y/N listened, perturbed yet enthralled. Her childish, insular world expanded with each revelation; the bleakness that her family fought against was far more vast than she had any right to envisage. 
The creatures from her childhood nightmares were real; her father and brothers took it upon themselves to eradicate these fiends.
As days bled into nights, the Impala sped down highways and quiet country roads, carrying the Winchesters from one hunt to the next as it always had, only now, Y/N knew why. She observed and learned, engrossed in every piece of information they shared. 
Her father had attempted to teach her how to wield a gun many years prior, though he eventually gave up, her negligent demeanour discouraging. But with the threat of monsters now a burden upon her shoulders, Y/N reconsidered her juvenile disinterest and learned to fire a gun. She allowed the recoil to sting her palms until callouses formed. 
She memorised incantations, reciting them like a mantra to banish unwelcome spectres. Once a foreign language, the lore became familiar, etched into her memory like the back of her hand.
As weeks turned into months, which then rolled into years, Y/N’s alteration became undeniable; she was a hunter. 
Her knowledge was vast; her determination and resolve were unyielding. Yet, she would always be the neonate of the Winchester clan, never a hunter in her own right.
This fact was the catalyst for her departure to Mystic Falls.
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Y/N Winchester hardly believed that a single town could have such a vast history of misfortune; why did this small quaint community hold such an aptitude for catastrophe? Vampires, Witches and Werewolves were just a few of the creatures that Y/N was sure stalked the streets of Mystic Falls, and with all of the disasters claiming innocent lives, she was almost certain that the uncanny town had its fair share of ghosts as well. 
Over the decades, Mystic Falls' history bore witness to many tribulations. Tragedies were not at all uncommon for the abnormal town. Yet its reputation as a charming, radiant community still proceeded it. Y/N had to admit that maybe the council was more successful than she gave it credit for, only not successful enough for her hunters’ disposition.
She found it most curious that the Lockwood family, from what she could discern, had seemingly been cursed with lycanthropy for generations, and despite this, still participated in the council’s hunting of vampires. 
Y/N’s research led her to Civil Hall, which housed the incredibly grim and macabre Founder’s archives. 
Beginning in the early 19th century, the Founding Families, including the Salvatores, Lockwoods, Gilberts, Forbes, and Fells, laid the foundation for the thriving community of Mystic Falls. Their historical influence reverberated through the town's architecture, traditions and the very spirit that defined it. Y/N found that each family brought a unique facet to the tapestry of Mystic Falls. They built homes, a school, and a place of worship. As the seasons passed, Mystic Falls flourished, its streets lined with elms, its gardens ablaze with vibrant blossoms and the town square; a bustling hub of commerce and camaraderie.
Amidst this idyllic setting, the Founding Families recognized the coexistence of the supernatural world alongside their own, understanding that the existence of these paranormal fiends could not be known by the greater population. So they established the Town Council, set on eradicating these monsters from their picturesque town. Under their leadership and protection, the Council became the linchpin of Mystic Falls' unique social fabric. And although they attempted to cover the town’s dark secret with reports of ordinary things, it was a delicate balance and one that required vigilance and discretion. However, the holes in their stories did not go unnoticed by the young Winchester.
She had found that in 1864 during the Civil War, Confederate Soldiers had fired on Fell’s Church, believing the establishment had been harbouring weapons. Twenty-Seven people were killed. However, this report did not sit well with Y/N; its contents held many hallmarks of the recent ‘animal killings’. To the young hunter, it sounded like a coverup. 
Y/N travelled to the forsaken church nonetheless, bearing an EMF Meter and salt. She was unsurprised to find that the building held no signs of the odious spirits you would expect. Though, beneath its old withering structure, lay an abandoned tomb; Y/N shivered, wondering what had been inside it.
Y/N was sure to return to the archives in Civil Hall as there was too much to look at in one session. And upon her second trip, she uncovered something that left her feeling uneasy. In storage were artifacts from a heritage display recently held by the Founder’s Council; within said display was a registry listing the names of the guestlist for the original Founder’s event. 
The document had read,
'The Founding Families of Mystic Falls, Virginia welcome you to the inaugural Founders Council Celebration on this, the twenty-fourth of September in the year Eighteen Hundred and Sixty Four.'
Her gloved fingers skimmed down the old parchment until she reached a name written in an even, ornate scrawl. She felt her heart beating in her throat, 
'Damon Salvatore'
No, she thought, he couldn’t be…
She hollowly noted the name of his brother 'Stefan Salvatore' stetched onto the aged paper as well. Y/N, heart sinking, recalled her initial suspicion of Damon on the night they met; she had felt saddened by the idea of him being a monster. Though, she had quickly ridiculed these ideas as she learnt of his surname. Y/N dejectedly reminisced Caroline’s warnings, and suddenly, she heard them in a new light. 
'Y/N, he’s bad news; how many times do I have to tell you before the message sinks in?'
Y/N had thought Caroline’s dislike for Damon was due to some trivial gossip. Though was it possible her admonitions hinted at something much more sinister?
She shook her head as if trying to banish unwelcome thoughts; once again, she concluded that she must be overreacting. He hailed from a Founding Family; they did not take matters of the supernatural lightly. And besides, she had heard him talk of the animal killings with the sheriff herself. He could not be a vampire. 
Perhaps these people on the registry had been namesakes for the brothers? Surely, in a community that valued its heritage so much, it would not be unusual to be named for your late ancestors? And as a hunter, how could her instincts be so wrong? So out of touch? 
Y/N Winchester had not yet fallen in love with the blue-eyed man, though with each conversation and interaction, Y/N knew falling in love would be as easy as the phrase proposed; as effortless as falling down. 
No, she thought, this time more confident, he couldn’t be. 
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PART TWO OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x Supernatural Mini-Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Drinking, Descriptions of Violence. Words: 2,103k Series Masterlist <Previous Part | Next Part >
A month had passed, and Y/N still found herself in the preternatural town of Mystic Falls; with every passing moment, her case became more thorny and twisted. Though, there were two things of which she was certain.
Vampires in this town did not succumb to their usual prison of daylight; the only logical explanation for a lack of night prowlers was that they simply did not need to prowl at night.
Secondly, the reason Y/N could not get any information from the townspeople was because they genuinely did not know anything; she had the nagging feeling their minds were patched up with fake accounts of nefarious events that they were unfortunate enough to witness. Y/N shuddered to think that maybe her memories had been played with, too; after all, she would not know. Y/N took to writing down everything she uncovered; if she were right about the memory tampering, all of her evidence and theories would be there to rediscover.
Y/N begrudgingly gazed upon her tenuous evidence in the form of a journal. Countless farfetched “animal attacks,” both historical and recent, missing persons and hospital break-ins. She knew three blood bank robberies had occurred within a fortnight, and yet no action had been taken by order of the sheriff. It was redundant to attempt a case so premeditatedly shrouded by the authorities, whose ill-judged aims of keeping locals nescient only paved the way for more of these “animal attacks”. 
The stalemate the young Winchester found herself in was beyond frustrating; she could not deaden the voice calling for her brothers’ help in her head, though her stubbornness prevented her from doing so. The further this case progressed, the more impossible it became, its virulent tendrils unfurling in every which direction. 
But the vampire case was not the only thing that frustrated Y/N; she found herself becoming quite comfortable in the uncanny town. Remaining in the same place for a couple of months gave her a strange sense of stability she had never experienced before. She found herself building relationships, and as depressing as it was, for the first time in her life, she could confidently say she had friends. 
The renowned Mystic Grill played a pivotal part in this; every other night, the locals would flock to the establishment, blissfully ignorant of the wary pastimes of their councillors. It was the seemingly tight-knit nature of Mystic Falls that first attracted Y/N to the town, and although she had only resided there for a short while, she had already begun receiving invites to their extravagant founders' events. 
Of course, Y/N was wise as to what these seemingly inconspicuous gatherings really were, though she still found the fact she was already being invited heartening. 
Though friends and a sense of community were not all that was new, Y/N tried desperately to quell the feelings she had growing for the sardonic Damon Salvatore. Of course, she had had fleeting crushes before, but this time, she found herself infatuated. She was kicking herself for ever allowing it to happen. She would go out of her way to see him, convincing herself that she was only investigating the case, trying to get into the inner loop of the founders' council. Deep down, Y/N knew she was lying to herself. 
The sound of a knock on her motel door snapped Y/N from her thoughts. Hastily shoving her journal under her bed and tucking her wooden-bullet-filled revolver in the waistline of her jeans, she strode over and glanced through the glass peephole, finding Caroline, an overbearing but lovely girl Y/N had come to call a friend, standing on the other side clutching what looked like a flyer. With a sigh, Y/N heaved the faulty door open,
‘Hey Caroline, I wasn’t expecting you here; excuse the room, it’s a mess.’
‘I don’t know why you stay here; I keep telling you we have a spare bed.’ Caroline’s response was doubtful; she already knew what Y/N would say,
‘I’ll get my own place eventually; for the meantime, I’m happy staying here.’ 
Y/N liked the idea of staying in Mystic Falls, continuing the relationships she already held dear. She thought of her brothers and how long her anonymity here would last; how long did she have before they found her and forced her back?
‘Oh well, I didn’t come here to judge your living conditions; I came here to give you this.’ 
Caroline held out the piece of paper Y/N had thought was a flyer, though upon closer inspection, she could see it was an invitation to a ball.
‘Another event?’ Y/N’s words were incredulous,
‘I know, we always have them, but you need to come to this one.’
‘I’ve needed to attend the last few founders' events.’ Y/N’s fingers formed quotation marks as she spoke; Caroline ignored her jab,
‘Elena, Bonnie and I plan on heading into Richmond to find gowns; you’re welcome to join.’ 
Although Y/N acted as though she held herself aloof from these girly hangouts, between being an only daughter and living on the road, they had been something she had never experienced before, and she could not help the excitement and giddiness she felt every time she was invited. 
‘Okay, I’ll see if I can make it… Will Damon be there?’ Caroline’s eyes rolled so far back into her skull that Y/N was worried they would be stuck there. 
‘I’ve told you a million times, and I’ll tell you again. He. Is. Bad. News.’ She very carefully emphasised each word. It was Y/N’s turn to roll her eyes,
‘You know, I don’t understand why you’ve got such a big problem with him; you can tell me you know.’
‘Just trust me, okay? You don’t want to get mixed in with him; it doesn’t end well for anyone.’
Y/N wished she would heed Caroline’s advice; she could not afford to get mixed in with anyone, bad news or not; her lifestyle did not allow it. Though for a century and a half now, it seemed Mystic Falls was in constant danger from the Supernatural, would it be that unforgivable if she stayed and protected these people? Protected her friends? 
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Y/N quickly learnt that Caroline was a fan of advice; if anything happened, she had an opinion about it. For the most part, Y/N found it endearing; she could tell it came from a place of care. So why was it that she was so vehemently against Damon? What was it about him that caused Caroline’s dismay? These questions riddled Y/N’s thoughts as she sat alone in the very spot she met the dark-haired man, knowing that it would not be long before he sat in the vacant space beside her. 
‘Why the long face?’ The satirical voice she had come to adore sounded from her left, and the face in question quickly shifted to a grin,
‘I knew you would be showing up soon; that’s enough to cause despair in anybody.’ Or at least Caroline, Y/N thought sardonically. Damon’s hand quickly covered his heart, his expression mocking offence.
‘You wound me.’ 
Damon pulled the stool next to the Winchester girl out from under the bench and lowered himself onto it with a hefty sigh, catching the eye of the young bartender,
‘House bourbon please…’ He glanced at the empty crystal glass clutched in her hand, ‘make that two,’ he added,
‘Thanks.’ She muttered, 
‘You know, I’ve noticed you never buy me drinks.’ He teased, eyes crinkling with his smile, Y/N scoffed, 
‘Nice try, Damon; I’ve seen your house. You don’t need me to buy you drinks.’ Her eyebrows furrowed,
‘What is it that you do for a living any way? How can you afford a house like that?’ Damon did not answer, instead, he waved his hand dismissively. He never answered personal questions; it was beyond frustrating. However, she understood she was being hypocritical; none of her new-found friends knew anything about her, nothing real anyway. She continued,
‘It doesn’t look like you have the time for a job; you spend all your time here.’ Y/N spoke with fake judgment; she spent a fair amount of her time here as well. She raised her eyebrows expectantly, hoping her statement would elicit some sort of answer, but to no avail; Damon simply took a sip from his glass and moved to another topic,
‘Did you get your invite to the ball? I heard the girls were going to get gowns. ’ His tone was teasing as he wiggled his eyebrows. Y/N rolled her eyes,
‘Yeah, I’ve also been invited to the shopping trip; I don’t know what I’m going to get; I've never been a dress person.’ 
‘Well, whatever you end up wearing, I’m sure you’ll look stunning; that’s something we have in common.’ Y/N's cheeks heated at his comment; she should be used to it by now; their whole relationship was built on cheap pick-up lines.
‘You flatter me.’ A chuckle escaped with her words, 
‘Speaking of the ball… Were you going with anyone?’ His words were hesitant but aired with confidence, 
‘You’re kidding, right? You’re just about the only person I know in town.’ Y/N was incredulous,
‘Well.. in that case… I suppose I better take you.’ 
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Two days passed, and Y/N found herself in the back seat of Elena Gilbert's SUV, trying desperately to quell the feeling of giddiness settling in her stomach; the idea of a girls-day-out excited Y/N in a way she had not anticipated and although she had tried very hard to act aloof, she fears she had not been successful. 
Every time she complained about dresses, shoes and jewellery, Caroline, Elena, and Bonnie shared knowing looks. 
The day passed slowly, Y/N quickly learning to nod politely at the dresses she believed were only ordinary and gush over the ones she thought were stunning. By the end of their trip, Y/N knew that the girls would pass as goddesses at the ball, their embellished gowns complimenting each one of them wonderfully. Though she had not foreseen how difficult it would be to come to a decision herself, each dress she tried on never quite hugged or sat the way she wanted it. But when she glanced up at a mannequin she had yet to see, the dress she knew would be hers lied upon its shoulders. 
The burgundy gown adorned a tight-fitting velvet bodice, its sweetheart neckline drawing out to meet hanging chiffon off-shoulder sleeves. Y/N thought the skirt looked like deep gushing blood as it extended from the pointed waist of the bodice to the floor, its chiffon overlay flowing delicately to meet the rest of the dress on the ground. Complimenting the dress was a pair of long gloves made to match its ornate material and a necklace of warmly coloured pearls encrusted with a brilliant red jewel. It was utterly perfect. 
She drew closer to the gown, fingers stretching out to glide over the impossibly soft textile and called the saleswoman over, asking politely if she could have the dress and accessories to try on. As she held it up before her in the changing room, she was astonished to realise the material was even more stunning up close. 
She took timid steps from the changing room, treating the gown with utmost care. As she turned the corner, Y/N heard subtle gasps come from her entourage, her cheeks suddenly deepening to a pretty shade of vermillion. 
‘Oh my goodness, Y/N, you’re stunning’, Bonnie spoke earnestly, Elena nodding in agreement.
‘Hot and sexy are the words I’d use; whoever you’re bringing is a lucky guy’, Caroline added. Y/N was sure she suddenly looked culpable; Caroline’s eyes narrowed.
‘You know, you never mentioned who was taking you, only that somebody had asked.’ Caroline’s voice was suspicious, 
‘Well, um…’ Caroline raised her eyebrows as though she was already anticipating Y/N's answer, 
‘Damon may have asked me the other night.’ Caroline closed her eyes and sighed,
‘Y/N, he’s bad news; how many times do I have to tell you before the message sinks in?’ Her tone was frustrated,
‘You’ve never actually told me why he is “bad news.”’ Y/N’s fingers formed quotation marks around her last words. Bonnie, Elena and Caroline exchanged glances; they knew something they were unwilling to disclose to her, and Y/N would find out what it was. 
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A/N: I wanted to add a reference for the dress Y/N found, though I could not find one that matched what I pictured, so I decided to draw what I was envisioning instead.
Here is a link to the image: https://i.pinimg.com/750x/60/af/61/60af61d9f9d20b5a4afa52cc71505831.jpg
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Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x Supernatural
Blog Masterlist Mini-Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it?
Disclaimer: I will probably write more parts for this series than I have listed below, though I currently only have planning and material written out for the chapters already listed.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five (Coming Soon)
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Part Seven (Coming soon)
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PART ONE OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x Supernatural Mini Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Drinking, Descriptions of Violence. Words: 2,257k Blog Masterlist / Series Masterlist Next Part>
Y/N Winchester’s brothers always warned her to stay away from Mystic Falls; if a hunter crossed its border, they may as well have been signing their death certificate, but, of course, she did not listen. Y/N wanted to prove herself and show them that she was not second-rate. And besides, would it not be immoral to allow these killings to continue unchecked?
Y/N glanced down at the evidence she had gathered about the town; it was apparent that the area was plagued with vampires, and the authorities had an abominable habit of covering it up. Coroner reports were sprawled across the small motel table in front of her, all claiming the same thing: that its victim died of an animal attack. However, reports of punctured necks and bloodless corpses affirmed otherwise.
The vampires of Mystic Falls were careless yet evaded scrutiny effortlessly.
Speaking to the locals achieved little, and she always walked away empty-handed. They had no accounts of antisocial behaviour or people who only seemed to make appearances at night. When speaking to witnesses, they stood unsure and dubious, as though blank spaces riddled their memories. Something else was at play here, and Y/N would uncover it, no matter the cost.
Her phone's small screen flashed again, accompanied by its trilling ring for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day, vibrating and moving against the table it lay upon. The name ‘Dean’ was written in large letters across its display. Y/N sighed and lifted the device to her ear.
‘What do you want?’ She grilled in annoyance,
‘Oh, she finally answers,’ His voice heavy with the sarcasm the young Winchester had grown accustomed to over the years.
‘Yes, I finally answered, though that didn’t answer my question, what do you want?’ Y/N reprised
‘Y/N, you know exactly what Sam and I want. We haven’t seen you in weeks, and we have no idea where you are and if you’re safe; before you picked up the phone, we had no idea if you were even alive. You need to end this stupid kamikaze mission and come back to the bunker. It’s stupid to hunt alone; you could be killed; don’t pretend that’s not what you’re doing. We aren’t stupid.’ His lecture rolled off his tongue hot and fast, Y/N rolling her eyes in response, wishing for a moment that he was there to see it.
‘No need to worry about me, brother. I can handle myself, and you know it.’ She countered,
‘Y/N…’ But before he could continue, she hung up, putting her phone on silent and shoving it into her jacket pocket.
Only two seconds passed before it began to ring again, though she ignored it just as thoroughly as all his previous calls. Typically, Y/N’s brothers would have just tracked her down, though she was smart enough to disconnect all means of GPS location and give them and everyone they knew a wide berth. She even had precautions in place that prevented them from finding her by means of magic, reducing them to countless feeble attempts of merely asking her for her location, and she would never waver. 
If Y/N had a dollar for every time Sam or Dean rang or texted, she could stop all the credit card fraud she was committing and live the lavish life a hunter could only dream of.
Once again, she looked down towards her incongruous evidence; she had reason to believe the town council was an inner circle of people in Mystic Falls responsible for the lazy cover-ups and the nugatory upkeep of the town’s safety. The council consisted of members from a group called ‘The Founding Families’, and her research showed they had occupied the small Virginian town since its forming in the mid-1800s, and it seemed to her Mystic Falls has been having occasional run-ins with vampires ever since. Suddenly, both of her brothers' warnings began to make more sense.
Y/N sighed and wrapped an overcoat around her jacket. She could do with a drink; besides, it wouldn’t hurt to try and gather more information about this uncanny town.
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The door of the grill whined as she pushed it open, the crowded chatter of the busy Friday night meeting her ears immediately. She forced her way through the traffic of the locale and straight to the bar, deciding to sit next to a dark-haired man clad in a leather jacket with his shoulders hunched over a glass of whiskey. She looked toward the young bartender cleaning out a crystal glass with a towel he had just pulled from his shoulder; the sound of her stool being dragged from under the bench brought his attention to her. 
‘I’ll have a double shot of Jameson, neat, please.’ She asked sweetly, hoping the boy would not ID her. She was already 21, though the nature of her pastimes meant she only had fake identification, and any excuse not to use it was excellent in her eyes. Much to her relief, the boy placed the glass in his hands before her and began to pour her drink. She pulled her phone from her pocket, a feeling of exasperation making itself known as she gazed upon the nine missed calls from Dean and the four from Sam. Answering the call earlier had only made them worse. She had barely brought the glass to her lips when the dark-haired stranger spoke up,
‘I can’t help but notice you’re a new face around these parts; what brings you to Mystic Falls?’ His accompanying smirk was flirtatious, and though only an idiot would overlook the apparent sublimity of his features, she was in no mood for mucking about. She returned the smile regardless, hoping to scour him for more information. 
‘What makes you think this is a new face?’ She asked, using the same sweet tone she used with the bartender.
‘Trust me, I’d recognise a face like yours if I’d seen it before.' She wanted to ignore the cheap pickup line, though she could sense a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Y/N could hardly believe that this man she had only just met could affect her so quickly, 
‘Well, I’m not exactly new; I’ve been visiting for around a month.’ Y/N didn’t want to say too much; she had not yet developed a backstory. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue,
‘I was thinking of moving here permanently, though, now I’m not so sure with all these killings… by animals, of course…’  
Y/N decided it was best to get straight to the case; she was not here to waste time. Average eyes would not have noticed how his eyes tightened ever so slightly when she mentioned the animal attacks.
‘And now, why would that concern you?’ He used a light tone, though traces of accusation lay beneath. This did not go unnoticed by her; was it possible he was one of them? Her chest clenched; she had just met the man, though the idea of him being a monster saddened her in a way she could not have anticipated. She smiled nonetheless and made sure it reached her eyes.
‘I’ve made a hobby of hiking, and I think it would be unfortunate to have my cortical artery torn from my throat, wouldn’t you say?’ She did not know what possessed her to speak these words; could she have been any more obvious? He leaned closer, his piercing blue eyes adhered to her. Her breathing halted.
‘Yes, very unfortunate…’ he leaned back again before chuckling and exclaiming loudly,
‘How rude of me; I just realised I never introduced myself. I’m Damon Salvatore.’
Suddenly, it all made sense; he hailed from one of the founding families she had read about, Salvatore. Y/N felt a peculiar sense of relief. He was not a vampire like she initially suspected but rather part of the secret council hellbent on eradicating them, albeit not successfully. He held his hand out expectantly, and when she connected her own with his, she noticed a very conspicuous lapis lazuli ring adorning his fingers. It resembled that of an ancient family heirloom.
‘I’m Y/N, Y/N Walker.’ She thought it was best not to use her real surname; her family had gathered quite the reputation within the supernatural community, and this was the name printed on her fake ID anyway.
‘I think you’re quite right not to hike in the woods, Y/N, but I hope that won’t deter you from remaining in this town; it would be sad to lose a pretty face like yours.’ Y/N could feel her heart beating; she was sure the whole room could hear it. Y/N quickly looked down when she felt another blush forming. Damon turned to the bartender and slid her empty tumbler back over the bench,
‘She’ll have another Jameson, this time on me.’ 
From then, the conversation moved on to trivial topics, and Y/N found it difficult to proceed in her inquiry, given she was posing as an oblivious newcomer. A little while later, a woman clad in a sheriff uniform approached the pair, donning a solemn expression.
‘Sheriff Forbes…’ Damon nodded in acknowledgement; this was another name Y/N recognised from her research of the town, another founder. Y/N studied her face; she looked unsettled and nervous, as though she wished to speak with Damon but refrained in case of eavesdroppers.
She sent a pointed glare towards Damon and nudged her head ever so slightly in Y/N’s direction. Damon took this as an opportunity for introduction,
‘Liz, this is Y/N, she’s new in town.’ Liz smiled and sent Y/N a small wave,
‘It’s nice to meet you, though; I’m sorry to barge in like this. Do you mind if I borrow your friend for a moment?’ She spoke kindly, though her nervousness was present in her voice.
‘No, not at all; I should probably be heading off soon anyway.’ Y/N smiled at the sheriff before pulling her phone from her pocket and trying to seem engrossed in something displayed on the small screen. Though her attention was drawn entirely to the whispered conversation between the two founders
‘There was another body found earlier, ruled as an animal attack again; of course, though, there is only so long before people begin questioning these reports.’ Y/N could feel Liz’s eyes glancing toward her spot on the barstool; Y/N was careful to continue scrolling through her phone aimlessly until the sheriff looked away.
‘Liz, you know I’m doing everything I can to find these culprits; soon enough, they’ll make a mistake, and we’ll be able to make our move against them.’ Damon also looked at Y/N from the corner of his eyes before very deliberately looking back to Liz. Was it possible they could be suspecting her? She was new in town, after all. For the first time, it occurred to Y/N that maybe Damon had been investigating the ‘animal killings’ this evening as well, and now Y/N found herself in the middle of it. She took this as her leave,
‘I should probably head off now; it was lovely meeting you both.’ Damon and Liz smiled in response, traces of their secret conversation disappearing behind amiable façades. 
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Her brothers’ phone calls continued; Y/N was kicking herself for answering the previous day; she should have seen it would make them so much worse. Sam’s name illuminated the screen of the vexing device, and for a moment, she considered crushing it under her foot just to silence the inconsequential piece of plastic and metal. Though reason returned to her just as quickly as it left, and instead, she lifted the mobile to her ear,
‘Hello, Sam.’ She sighed into the phone. She knew the calls would not stop either way now; she may as well entertain them. She heard Sam give a subtle gasp as though the sound of his sister’s voice shocked him, and that was probably not far from the truth.
‘Y/N, hear me out before you hang up, okay?’ She stayed silent, waiting for him to continue,
‘Dean and I really need to know where you are; we’re supposed to look out for you, and before you give me that “I can look out for myself” crap, it’s irrelevant, we know you can look out for yourself, but you don’t need to, whatever hunt you’re on Dean and I can help you, we’ll do it together.’ Sam spoke sincerely, 
‘It’s a kind offer, Sam, but seriously, I know what I’m doing, and besides, inviting you and Dean on the first hunt I’m attempting by myself defeats the whole “I’m going off on my own for a little while” scenario, wouldn’t you say?’ 
‘Please, Y/N, just tell us where you are,’ Sam implored. Y/N could hear the low grumbling of the eldest Winchester in the background, pleading for the phone she imagined. 
‘I’m sorry, Sam, but I think I should do this alone’. She said, ‘I’m going to hang up now, okay?’
‘Wait! Y/N’ But before Sam could say anything more; she disconnected the call; Y/N closed her eyes and sighed. She hated going behind her brothers’ backs, but she was sick of her abilities being overlooked. 
Going on hunts with them meant staying behind in the motels, researching, while her brothers went out and got their hands dirty, returning triumphant from defeating the monsters Y/N had helped them discover. What good was all the combat training and exercise she did if she could never put it into action?
No, she would not invite her brothers; she would do this alone.
A/N: I designed my own page break for this series; what do you think? 
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One Little Difference ➳ Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!Pureblood!Reader
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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader x Harry Potter  
Synopsis: Draco and Y/N had been friends as children; their families were of high status, and it looked like they would spend the rest of their lives together. But all of this changed when Y/N was sorted into Gryffindor and became estranged. Worst of all, she fraternised with the enemy. 
WARNINGS: There aren't any unless you consider silent pining bad. And angst, of course.
Words:  1,475
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Draco knew he could never have her; his family would never allow it. Y/N was a blood traitor with her mud-blood friends and a lack of respect for her pure ancestry.
He yearned to return to the days of chasing each other through the old ornate manor, their laughter echoing through the tall chambers. They had always been close, attached at the hip. But as they grew and their parents bestowed their prejudice and hate upon them, Y/N rebelled whilst Draco conformed. 
This difference acted as the catalyst for the decay of their friendship.
She had never seen the world like they did; she gazed upon muggles and their innovations in wonder and awe. Draco tried pleading with her to understand the importance of her status but to no avail. Y/N was an embarrassment to her family’s name and a stain on their bloodline. It came as no surprise to anyone when she was sorted into Gryffindor. 
‘It’s better this way, Draco.' His father, Lucius, had said over an issue of The Daily Prophet one morning of his summer holidays, 
‘Her family, your mother and I had been discussing an arranged marriage once you were older. It is good Y/N's true colours were revealed before we could have made that mistake.’
Draco’s heart had sunk at his father’s words. Her true colours did not matter to him; he wanted her anyway.
As Draco sat alone in a compartment of the Hogwarts Express, he thought of how his life would be different if that wretched sorting hat had placed Y/N in Slytherin. He would not have to hide his reddening cheeks when she spoke and avert his eyes as she looked his way. He would be free to love and be with her, have children and grow old with her. 
It had been the longest Draco had gone without seeing her. In the last few years, domestic life had not been easy on Y/N; her parents finally kicked her out early in the summer. From what he had heard, she had stayed at the Weasley’s. He bet she had hated imposing herself on them. 
That was the worst part about her being in Gryffindor; in their first year, she very quickly became friends with people Draco considered his enemies: Harry, Ron and Hermione. There were many reasons why Draco did not like these three, though he was too proud to admit that the main reason was that he was bitter; they got to be her friend, to know and love her without pressure from their families. 
When he gazed out the window of the immobile train, he saw something that made his stomach contort in pain as though an unseen force was twisting his insides.
Her hands were intertwined with someone he hated more than anybody.
Harry Potter.
When had this happened? He thought they were only friends. Though the longer he watched them, the more the opposite seemed true. 
They were together; Harry and Y/N were in a relationship. 
As the aftershock of the pain he felt echoed hollowly in his stomach, he drew the blinds of the compartment shut; he could not bear to watch them any longer. But shutting them out had not been as easy as Draco had foreseen. Everywhere he looked, he saw her with him. In every corner of the castle, they stood, smiling at each other, holding hands and leaving small kisses on each other's cheeks. Draco saw them sit together in his classes, staring into each other's eyes in the great hall over meals. And though Draco tried not to let it bother him, he could not help but imagine himself in Harry’s place; she was supposed to be his.
It had been years since Draco could call Y/N his friend, and although he pined for her from a distance, he accepted that they were estranged. But the reality of her loving someone else rattled him to his core, and just like a spoiled child whose toy was being played with by another, he wanted her back, to snatch her from Harry’s arms and never return her. 
He needed to speak with her, beg her to see reason. Surely, all those days of laughter and fun as children would amount to something; surely, she would remember the person he used to be. 
He decided to speak with her after charms class; he noticed she was usually alone then, her friends heading to different lessons.
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As Professor Flitwick called the end of their class, Draco watched as Y/N quickly collected her things and exited the classroom; he had to rush to put his belongings together and follow her. 
But by the time he left the room, she was halfway down the grand hallway. 
‘Y/N! Wait up!’ Draco could not remember the last time he spoke her name out loud; it felt strange on his tongue, as though it shocked him on its way out. She turned, skin creased between her brows, her face donning a bewildered expression. She, too, seemed shocked that he had called out for her,
‘Y/N, I need to speak with you; it’s important’ he pleaded,
With surprise still evident on her face, she opened her mouth to speak,
‘Draco, I don’t have the time, my next class is in ten…’ He grabbed her elbow and began pulling her to an empty classroom; despite her protest,
‘Draco… What are you…’ she trailed off, instead staring at him, eyebrows furrowed once more. Draco stood back and nervously scratched the nape of his neck, realising for the first time that he had no idea what he was going to say,
‘What is this about? I thought you didn’t talk to me anymore.’ 
Draco cringed, remembering how he had given her the cold shoulder in their first year. She had still wanted to be his friend, and he had pushed her away.
‘Look, I’ve noticed you’ve been a lot closer with Harry this year…’ Y/N's eyes sharpened, daring him to say more, 
‘And?…’ she spoke carefully, with a warning; she already knew where this was headed,
‘I just think that… that,’ his words cut short; he knew he was out of line and had no right to have an opinion on the matter. He took a different route.
‘I just can’t believe you chose to be friends with him, let alone partners; you could have picked anyone in this school, and you chose him.’ His words made Y/N gasp in shock, but he continued nonetheless, 
‘Did our friendship mean nothing to you? Did the fact I loved you mean nothing?’ 
Although Y/N looked angry, her eyes softened slightly,
‘Draco, did you ever stop for one moment and consider that this has nothing to do with you? You and I are not friends, Draco. You saw to that… I loved you once too, no, I loved a kind, sweet boy by the same name… but he died a long time ago, quelled by his very own father.’ Y/N's voice rose and trembled; Draco could see that talking about this upset her; once again, he felt the twisting pain in his chest. 
‘None of this would have happened, though, if you were sorted into Slytherin…’
He continued, but Y/N interrupted, 
‘But I wasn’t, was I? Don’t you see that our houses have nothing to do with this? You’re hiding behind them; you’re too scared to admit that we grew apart because you were a bad person.’ She took a deep breath,
‘Good people don’t bully and belittle first years and think people are lesser because of who their parents are. Good people don’t bully anyone; they’re kind and compassionate. And they’re selfless; not everything that they do is for themselves. And that is not who you are anymore.’
Draco could no longer see Y/N before him; she became shrouded by his tears, the truth of her words leaving him feeling winded, like blows to the stomach. Everything she had said was true. Of course it was; she had just unknowingly described herself. 
Kind, compassionate, selfless.
Y/N was a good person; she was the best person in his life. 
And he pushed her away because of one little difference.
As Draco stood in silence, unwilling to respond, Y/N’s frustration grew, 
‘You know what? Forget I said anything; you won’t change.’ She muttered, ‘I need to get to class.’
She pushed past him to get through the door, looking back as though she were going to speak again, but decided against it. She shook her head and left.
Draco did not try to speak with her again; he knew nothing he could say would change her mind because she was right. He was a bad person, and she deserved better than him. 
That is what she had with Harry Potter.
And as much as it killed him to watch, he could admit that.
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The Day Before ➳ Damon Salvatore x TerminallySick!reader One-Shot
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Synopsis: The reader knows she is dying and to save Damon the pain of her death she makes an extremely difficult decision.
Damon Salvatore x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Angst, Death. 
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A/N: This is my first time writing for Damon Salvatore, hopefully this is the first of many.
Words: 1,538
Y/N’s heart sunk as she glanced down at the beads of blood glistening on the tissue she clutched in her hand, she had received news the day before that her cancer had metastasised to her lungs, though she did not realise that her condition would worsen so swiftly. Y/N knew she would not be able to hide it for much longer, every day she became more crippled and with every passing moment her façade threatened to unveil. 
Her friends had experienced too much loss and the idea of adding to it made her stomach churn sickeningly. She would not allow them to grieve her; which is why she was leaving. 
Through clouded eyes she began bundling all of her possessions into a small suitcase, she did not pay much mind to what she grabbed, it would not need to last her very long. 
Though when she reached a small photo album sitting on her bedside table her heart jolted, with shaking hands she flipped open the small winsome book, and sure enough, smiling back at her were the faces of her beloved friends. She brushed her fingers over each and everyone of their grins, smiling through her tears as she recalled the moment she had taken it. Though her hand halted when she reached the last face, she could have sworn she felt her heart beating in her throat.
Damon.
It had not yet occurred to her that she would never see him again. The pain she felt at that realisation was crippling. She would never feel his gentle caress against her body or his lips on her cheek; Damon’s touch was lost on her forever. All that she had to carry her to her deathbed was his picture and her feeble memory, and that would never be enough.
Before she met him Y/N would not have believed a love so potent was possible, though she was very agreeably proved wrong. Even while living in Mystic Falls with all its theatrical and apprehensive infamousness, Y/N had never been happier. And that was entirely the work of Damon. 
Y/N knew her death would break him and she knew the kind of person Damon became when he was broken. If she left without an explanation he would eventually make his own assumptions and any assumption he made surely could not hurt him like the truth. She knew he would try and find her, she could only wish he was never successful. The decision she was making was far from easy, but it was easier then knowing he was mourning for her; hurting because of her.
Damon was always abundantly clear on the life he wanted for them, he yearned to turn her and live for eternity at each others sides. Though Y/N was never sure what she wanted, she did not want to be rash and he respected that. Though now any chance of her accepting his vision was lost perpetually. She could never become like him, the possibility was lost the moment she was diagnosed with cancer; vampire blood could not fix her now.
Y/N was riddled with guilt and regret, she knew she should have said yes when he first told her what he wanted; because now in the face of death she yearned for it too. For months the abstraction of the undying life she could have had with Damon had been eating away at her. She laughed humourlessly at the malevolent irony of her situation.
Y/N could not bear to spend another second thinking of the near future and what could have been, so to ease her mind she thought of the day before. The day that, albeit unknowingly, would become their final moments together. It was not a grand affair, they had simply spent the day in each others company. They watched TV, had a nap and Damon had even offered to cook dinner, and even though he failed miserably it had still meant so much to her. She believes he noticed she was feeling unwell and was doing what he could to make her better.
But it was the final moment that had meant the most to her; when he wrapped her in his arms at the end of the day as he was leaving and whispered that he loved her. Tears ran hot down her cheeks at the realisation that it would be the last time she heard him say those words. 
A sudden feeling of light headedness had Y/N rushing to sit on the edge of her bed, she should not be stressing herself out like this, she knew it would only worsen her condition. Though she could not stop the unfathomable feeling of guilt stewing within her, It made her sick; she could not leave him without so much as a goodbye. Going against everything she had planned since her diagnosis she turned to the messily packed suitcase and began unraveling it. 
Another wave of sickness over came her, though this time disparate. Y/N felt her body go slack, her possessions slipping from her weak grasp and falling back into their places in the case. Her body slipped downwards from the bed and found itself docile against the floorboards. 
She had started coughing up blood again when the realisation crushed her. This was it. Just as she decided to see Damon karma unfurled its caustic tendrils and enveloped her. She swore she could feel the life depleting from her enervated body. Y/N already felt like a spectre as the dissolution of her being shrouded her like a void. She was lost to the world. Her glassy, lifeless eyes staring above her; forever immortalised with the fear of never seeing him again.
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Y/N had not been answering her phone and Damon knew the consternation he felt brewing because of it was completely irrational, but he found himself headed to her house regardless; he wanted to see her anyway.
When Y/N’s house met his line of sight the sound of a lack of life immediately registered with him, he could not hear her breathing nor the beating of her heart and there was certainly no sound of her usual bustle. He concluded that she must not have been home, though before he could turn around to leave he noticed with furrowed eyebrows that her car was still in the driveway. He picked up his pace as he closed the rest of the distance.
He pushed open the creaking old door and when the smell of her exposed blood met him immediately, his heart was sent into a panicked frenzy. Before a second had passed he used his speed to send him straight into her bedroom. But the macabre sight on the floor halted him. He discerned that her skin was the colour of death and the stillness of her frame was much the same. He repudiated the thought as he felt the veins grow black beneath his eyes, his fangs meeting his wrist. He sped to her limp body and placed his bloodied wrist against her cold lips, they remained unmoving. 
‘No..’ He barely gasped out,
‘You need to drink this Y/N, it’ll help you.’ He shook her shoulders, her whole body moving with the disruption. Damon’s vision dimmed through the welling of his tears. He forced her taut jaw wider trying to force down his blood. He choked down his sobs as he continued to plead with her,
‘Please drink, you need to drink… Please.’ His weeps quaked in his chest, unwillingly observing her lack of heart beat. He removed his wrist from her lips, replacing it with his mouth and breathing air into her empty lungs. He placed his hands on her chest and tried desperately to recall the steps of resuscitation, but his efforts were futile. With an all-consuming sense of despair his hands fell slack from her inanimate frame and he acknowledged what he had known all along. 
She was dead.
The sobs that passed his lips were inhuman in sound, with shaking hands he used the pad of his fingers to gently pull the eyelids over her glassy eyes. Damon then pulled her torso up to his chest and rested his chin on the top of her head. For the first time since he had arrived the sight of a half packed suitcase entered his concentration. He realised hollowly she had been trying to leave. She knew she was dying and was trying to leave anyway. He wanted to feel angry at her, but no emotion could supersede the serve sense of dejection he was under. Who knows how long he would have been living in blissful ignorance thinking he resided in a sphere she still existed, a world where she still lived. 
Damon could not live in a world where she did not exist. This was a pain he could not overcome, a pain he would not overcome. Her death left his humanity in shreds and Damon knew at once he could no longer function with it extant. His emotions left him like a light getting put out, the enthralling love he had felt for her the day before all but a memory.
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Hostage ➳ Pattinson!Batman x Reader
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Summary: When Bruce Wayne hears of an active hostage situation the reader, his long time partner, is involved in; he has no option but to take action as The Batman.
Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader
Batman x Fem!reader
WARNINGS: Angst and Mentions of Violence.
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A/N: I hope you enjoy it!
Words: 1,117
The news hit him like a wave of paralysis; his distress unfathomable. Had he not felt it at that moment, he would not have thought it possible.
‘Breaking news: we are getting reports of an active hostage situation underway at Gotham City Bank, it is understood that a gang of four armed thugs are holding several civilians and staff hostage on the ground floor of the complex following a failed attempt at robbery. Here is live security footage showing hostages restrained to furniture as thugs demand free passage past authority. Viewer discretion is advised.’
The image of her face on the screen ignited white-hot anger within him. They had her, and she was not safe. The thought twisted his stomach agonisingly. She had been working the afternoon shift when the thugs stormed in; donned in conspicuous balaclavas. She was the one to alert the police, the security footage now showing her tied to a desk chair; a gun to her temple.
He turned from the screen located in the corner of the cave; his actions becoming automatic. With frantic hands, he dressed in his suit, and mounted his bike; he had no time to spare.
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Dusk was falling. His symbol already illuminated the developing night sky as he sped through the empty streets of night-time Gotham. He could not remove the image of the gun to her head from his mind. After everything he had been through and everything he had seen, nothing had given him such fear. He gripped the bike’s accelerator harder, and yet, at its fastest speed it still felt like a crawl. 
The flash of red and blue acted as a signal to turn the back way; the shadows were his biggest advantage. He turned swiftly down an ill-lit alleyway to avoid the attention of civilians and authorities, slowing for the first time as he approached the back of the bank. He spared no time as he jumped from his still-running motorcycle and kicked down the door of the emergency exit. Normally he would go for a more stealthy approach, the element of surprise and fear he inflicted as he emerged from the shadows always giving him the upper hand. Though he was single-minded as he stormed down the dark halls of the bank, following the sounds of voices. But for the first time since he had seen the news story, he halted.
What if this careless approach had her shot? He could be the reason she was killed.
The very thought of it made him sick.
One of the thugs stood guard by the open entrance of the hostage room, Bruce silencing him before he even had the chance to reach for his rifle. Noiselessly, he slid the unconscious body down the wall, circumventing the attention of the others. 
He looked upon the scene from the shadows of the doorway, his gut clenching as he observed the gun still held to Y/N’s temple. He noticed the determined look covering her features, but her eyes still showed the hints of her fear.
Bruce saw red as he slowly lurked towards the man stupid enough to hold a gun to the woman he loved. 
He had been spotted. But it didn’t matter. 
Their fear had them appear as though they were shrinking in on themselves, dissipating under the sheer weight of his glare; even through his mask, he was sure they could see his hate.
He saw the relief register on Y/N’s face, she knew he would come for them; for her. 
He grabbed the man with the gun by his neck, he wanted to threaten him, make him fear for his life. He wished the man would live the rest of his life looking over his shoulder; fearing that he is lurking somewhere in the darkness. He wanted to grab Y/N and escape with her, to be able to tell her she is safe. To pull her to his chest and never let her go.
But he could not do either of these things. It would only make it obvious he was associated with her, it would put her in more danger. 
So instead, he briskly cut her from her restraints while still holding onto the man, snatching his gun and handing it to her. He felt better now she was armed. 
‘Untie the other hostages, and move towards the front doors’ He whispered in a low voice, making sure only she would hear.
He approached the remaining two thugs slowly, their bullets deflecting from his suit. He pulled the man he was still holding in front of himself as a shield; their shots halted immediately. Bruce took this opportunity to run at them. 
It was not a fair fight, each was incapacitated before they had the chance to throw their first punch. By then the authorities had swarmed the room, placing each of the offenders in handcuffs. But Bruce only had eyes for Y/N. And she was nowhere to be seen.
An ambulance had already taken her, alongside the other hostages.
He wasted no time in leaving.
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He stood in front of the door to her hospital room, pushing it slowly forward.
Y/N sat on the bed, a shock blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She looked at Bruce with a small smile.
He moved over slowly and sat on the side of her bed, grabbing her cheeks,
‘Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?’ His eyes shot frantically across her body, resting on a bruise forming around her eye. He had hit her. Again he felt the white-hot anger he had grown familiar with these past few hours. She grabbed his hands and pulled them down to her lap.
‘I’m okay, you made sure of that’ she said softly,
Her voice at that moment was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.
Bruce once again grabbed her cheeks, pulling her forehead to his lips for a kiss. He then pulled her to his chest as he had wanted to back at the bank, he never wanted the embrace to end. 
He felt tears begin to roll down his cheeks, and not before long he was sobbing. She rubbed circles into his back and whispered to him that everything was okay. That she was okay. Y/N was the one who had just been held hostage with a gun to her head, and still, she was comforting him. But it had all come crashing down, how close he had been to losing her forever, and he could not handle it.
‘I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.’ He whispered,
‘I promise you…’
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Enigma ➳ Pattinson!Batman x Fem!Reader
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Summary: Bruce Wayne has a secret that he has been keeping from the reader for over two years, fearing his vigilante escapades will only draw her away, completely unaware the reader holds a secret of her own. 
Bruce Wayne x  Fem!Reader
Batman x Fem!Reader
WARNING: Slight Angst
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A/N: I’ve seen this movie in cinemas 3 times now, and I’m going again this week, I seriously need help. 
Words: 2,056
Every time he sees her the feeling of guilt low in his stomach is sickening, everything he does is to make Gotham a safer place, for the civilians; and for her. So she can walk down the street and not have to worry about the evil lurking in the shadows, the people who would hurt her. Never again.
Though his job is dangerous, it would only be too easy for someone to find her in the event of his identity being revealed. And the thought of any harm coming to her kills him.
He likes to believe that he is keeping her safe by holding information from her, if she knows nothing, the information cannot endanger her, though his better judgment knows it is his selfishness. Once the truth is out, she could very well want to leave him; and Bruce could not handle any more loss.
He hates to deceive her, always making excuses for his frequent absence, leaving her alone in his bed at night, hoping he will make it back before she wakes to his cold, empty side. He wants to spend the rest of his life with her, but the likelihood of such a thing becomes less and less believable every time he leaves his home clad in the suit of the caped crusader.
He already feels her becoming more distant, when he returns home it is often to an empty bed. Though he tries to believe she is only staying at her apartment, the idea is unlikely, it had been months since she started staying with him. And when he intends to leave a note explaining his sudden disappearance, he realises with a sinking heart that she herself is already gone.
She had not been answering her phone, he could feel his panic settling in as he scrolled through all the missed calls, Y/N had been quite distant as of late but he could always rely on her to respond. An uneasy feeling fell in his gut as he came to the conclusion that something must be wrong. It was as if he turned on autopilot, his body beginning to move without the intention to; robotic as he dressed in his suit and mounted his bike, speeding from the bat cave without a second thought.
His dread fell further when he reached Y/N’s apartment, the silhouette of a hooded figure climbing from her window and expertly making their way down from the fire escape. They withdrew quickly into the shadows. He knew he should follow them, if they had done anything to her he fears all sense of morality would be out of the window; they would not live to tell the tale. But at this moment he only had eyes for Y/N, he had to know she was safe. His thoughts were hollow as he rushed to her apartment window, climbing frantically up the fire escape the figure had just gone down. 
When he reached the window the sight halted him, not a single thing was out of place, the view no different from every other time he had been there. Though even without the signs of struggle he expected to find, he still stalked quietly through the apartment looking for the girl he loved. It felt wrong, she was neither at his house nor her own, and she was not answering her phone. Not knowing where she was or if she was okay unsettled him as nothing had before. Who was the figure? Were they the key to her sudden disappearance? 
Bruce believed he knew Y/N better than anyone, and one thing he knew for sure was her inclination of having everything in place, so when he spotted a single book pulled further than the rest, contrasting vastly with the picture-perfect view of her home, he decided to investigate.
Upon pulling the book, the shelf broke its seal from the wall, slowly turning to reveal more storage behind it. Bruce sighed at the revelation, there was nothing more obvious than a secret passage within a bookshelf. Though what he found was shocking, the walls were lined with weapons and in the middle, stood a bare mannequin, one which could easily have been holding the cloak of the figure he saw earlier. Bruce remembered news articles and stories describing the work of a new vigilante prevalent within Gotham, known only as Enigma. 
It could not be her, he would not believe it; the thought of her deliberately putting herself in danger horrified him. He pictured all the ghastly things he had seen behind his Batman façade, the idea of her seeing these things too making him sick.
He decided to follow them, to confirm the figure he saw wasn’t her, he feared they would already be too far gone; but he found himself climbing from her window and following their path anyway. His fears were confirmed true when he drew deeper and deeper into the shadows of the dank Gotham street, but no traces of the uncanny vigilante could be found.
He mounted his motorcycle once more with a sense of helplessness, with no way of finding her his only option was to make his way back and wait harrowingly for her return. It was not like Bruce to stand aside, he felt powerless. He hoped to find her sitting on the settee watching the television or laid in front of the fireplace reading a novel, but he knew this was just wishful thinking. It all seemed far too correlated, the secret storage compartment, the unknown figure stalking from her window, her frequent unexplained absences… 
Bruce had thought she was drifting away, that he was losing her. But was it possible that it was her; that Y/N was the Enigma rampant within Gotham’s media?
He derided the thought, but it was hard to dispute. He knew he was being incredibly hypocritical. Every night as his symbol shone through the murky clouds of Gotham’s night sky, he lurked in the shadows, taking it upon himself to decide the punishment for Gotham’s most heinous criminals. So why did the prospect of Y/N doing the exact same thing trouble him so much? Bruce knew it was because he could never ensure her safety, every time she would leave dressed in her alias, the possibility of her never returning home was large; it terrified him.
He entered the hidden basement of Wayne Manor Estate, a place he had reconfigured into the bat cave just over two years ago, immediately changing from his suit and wiping the makeup from his eyes. On his way to the exit, he was met with the stricken appearance of Alfred, who began to speak,
‘You haven’t seen Miss L/N by any chance? She left in a hurry earlier, and she hasn’t been responding to my calls’
‘She hasn’t been responding to mine either, Alfred, I’ve just returned from her apartment; she is nowhere to be found’ He responded curtly, careful to hide the distress in his voice.
Bruce considered telling Alfred about the silhouette he saw leaving her window, and the theory he had comprised. But quickly decided against it, he was not certain she was Enigma. He did not want to say anything in the event it all amounted to nothing.
Bruce’s eyes rested on his security footage, his heart giving a leap when he saw the face he had been looking for all day, she was using the elevator heading towards the main living space.
‘Speaking of which, will you excuse me, Alfred? I believe I should go and ask about these missed calls, see what she has been up to all this time.’ And without adding anything further he swiftly exited and made his own way to the living area.
Y/N sat reading a book on the brown chesterfield settee beside the fireplace seemingly unaware of the distress she had placed Bruce through the past few hours. She continued to read, fully engrossed in her novel and completely oblivious to his presence. He cleared his throat.
‘Jesus Bruce! How long have you been standing there?!’ Her expression was startled, her hand held above her heart.
‘Not long, I’ve only just gotten home’ 
‘Why haven’t you been answering your phone?” Bruce continued before Y/N had the chance to respond. Her eyebrows furrowed as she pulled the small device from her front pocket, 
‘Sorry Bruce, I didn’t realise you had been trying to call me… Oh, and Alfred too… I must have had my phone on silent’ She looked sincere as she spoke but Bruce knew there was more to be said.
‘Where have you been all night? You had me worried.’ He prompted, hoping she would be forthright.
‘I was at my apartment’ It was the answer he had been expecting but not the one he wanted to hear.
‘I know you weren’t there, Y/N, when I couldn’t find you and you weren’t answering my calls, which is very unlike you, I went to your home, you weren’t there 
She looked hurt, and opened her mouth to dispute.
‘Bruce, why couldn’t you have waited for me to come home? Don’t you trust me?’ Her voice was offended.
‘Trust you? I trusted you completely. But you have to understand that I have a high profile, I’m often the target of attacks by the Gotham anarchy. And our relationship isn’t exactly secret. When you weren’t responding I was terrified, I thought someone had hurt you…’
‘I went to your apartment because I needed to know you were okay. Trust me, I knew I was being irrational. But you weren’t there and you’re telling me you were, and now you’re asking for my trust?’ 
‘I don’t expect you to tell me everything, Y/N, I don’t need to know everything. But I do need to know you’re safe, can you at least give me that much?’
Y/N was taken aback, it was obvious he loved her but he had never been this outspoken before. She didn’t know what to say, she could not lie again, he would know; she hated to lie. He continued when she failed to respond.
‘Y/N… Are you the Enigma they have been talking about…?’
A small intake of breath turned into a gasp, her eyes set wide on her face. It was the only answer he needed. They continued to stare at each other, the air tense, as though it would snap at any moment. Once again Bruce spoke,
‘Please… Y/N…’
‘How?… How could you possibly know?… I was always so careful…’ She spoke softly, her tone incredulous.
‘So it’s true then? Why must you do this? It’s dangerous, you could get hurt…’ Bruce’s eyes softened as he spoke.
‘For months after I was attacked and those men got away, all I could think about were the people being hurt in my place. It’s unlikely they would have just stopped after my encounter with them. I had to do something, they weren’t the only criminals out there, the streets of Gotham is riddled with them.’  
Bruce wanted to be upset with her, but he knew he could not be, after all, was he not doing the exact same thing? Once again he thought about all the times he had left her in the night, all times he had missed her calls with no explanation as to why. He knew it was time to tell her, it simply could not wait any longer, it had been eating away at him for over two years now. But she still trusted him after all of it, it was time to test that trust. 
For the first time all evening he felt a sense of relief, he had always been worried she would want to leave him, that the revelation of this most secret pastime would be too much. Though the likelihood of that occurring now seemed doubtful.
‘Y/N… There is something I should say…’ He averted his eyes, he did not want to see her face as his hypocrisy registered with her.
‘I am The Batman…’ 
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The Telepath’s Daughter ◈ Chapter VI
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Story Summary: Amelia Xavier was just like her father, a mutant. Though, unlike her father; her powers didn’t end with Telepathy, It went much further. Charles loved his daughter with all his heart, but when she was forcibly removed from him, he unwilling had to adapt to life without her. That was until one day in 1973 when he found himself face to face with her once again.
Charles Xavier x Daughter!OC
Peter Maximoff x OC
WARNINGS: Angst, Swearing
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Chapter Six ◈ The Escape
November 7th, 1971
8 years later...
Over time Amelia’s abilities grew stronger, through experiments she had learnt to control them; both as defence and offence. Though with the strengthening of her powers, the scientist and doctors incarcerating her advanced their technologies in accordance, always developing new serums and systems to keep her in check. It was why after all this time she was still contained in her old, slovenly cell. They had developed a collar that when clasped around her neck hindered all of Amelia’s abilities. It had been a very long time since the girl had heard the thoughts of those around her and been able to move objects with her mind. Amelia had to admit that the lack of voices in her head was tranquil, but it left her feeling helpless, and that is exactly what she was.
Every day her mind was riddled with thoughts of her father and Raven; the family she had once had. Sometimes she wondered if they still lived together, or if their lives had taken them on different paths. Do they still look for her? Or had they given up all hope, just as she had? She reflected on the events that had placed her where she was today, all her life she was told she was special, that one day she would harness abilities unlike any human. Though the manifestation of these special abilities had landed her an existence of misery. It was not long before Amelia had concluded that 'special' had just been a nice word for 'freak'.
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The sound of the pelting rain on the roof of the institute brought Amelia a strange sense of comfort, there were no windows in her room, so she often found herself sitting on top of her bed envisioning what the day may look like from the outside. In a way, she was subconsciously trying to separate herself from the building she hated so very much. Though when it rained she did not have to guess, the girl smiled to herself, picturing the murky sky and the smell of wet dirt and leaves; knowing for once that the picture she had been creating in her mind was correct.
She was never taken outside as they could not risk letting her escape. For the past ten years, Amelia can only remember a single time when she was allowed in the outside world. They had been relocating her to a new facility in America. She remembered staring almost hungrily out of the window of the plane as though it was the last time she would ever see the sky. When she was taken inside again, she was surrounded by strange people with strange accents; it unsettled her greatly.
Amelia was snapped out of her daydream by the sound of her large metal door opening. Her alarmed eyes flickered to the analogue clock hung crookedly on her wall, noting dismally that it was only 4 a.m. Her stomach dropped, they were never usually this early. They obviously had other plans for her today. 
A man walked through the door and quickly locked it behind him, Amelia had tried to escape one too many times. The girl eyed the handcuffs hanging from the man’s belt, he was planning on taking her somewhere; the idea made Amelia sick.
‘Get up!’ His voice was harsh, something Amelia had grown accustomed to.
‘Why?’ She knew it was bad to question him and that it would only lead to trouble, but she knew he was going to hurt her either way.
‘Why what?...’ Amelia could hear the warning in the man’s voice, almost daring her to keep talking.
‘Why do I have to get up? You’re never here this early,’ Amelia barely got to finish her sentence when she saw his hand come down and hit her across the face. The stinging in her cheeks caused her eyes to glass over.
‘You don’t get to question me, it doesn’t matter why you’re getting up now.’ He tried to put the girl in handcuffs, though she skilfully dodged his attempts of grabbing her.
‘I won’t be leaving with you, I think I’ll just stay here’ Amelia knew she was only adding fuel to the flames and that she would regret all of this later, but she was sick of mindlessly following their orders; regardless of the consequences. 
The man’s eyes were livid, Amelia expected him to yell and scream, it would have been much less frightening. Instead, he stalked towards her raising his hands in a threatening manner. And before the girl had the chance to yell, he slammed her against the wall holding her by her neck. Amelia heard a crack, the sound sending a chill down her spine, she worried she had been seriously injured. Though when the familiar feeling of voices in her head flooded back, Amelia felt a feverish joy. 
The collar had broken. 
She quickly lifted two fingers to her temples, something she remembered her father would do,
‘Go to sleep’ She whispered under her breath, the man’s grip loosening as he collapsed to the floor. 
Shock froze her in place as she stared at the limp body of the man who had tormented her for so long, Amelia knew she could not just stand there, she needed to be quick if she wanted to escape. Frantically, she searched for the keys on the man belt, and with shaky hands, she unlocked the door; walking over its threshold, hopefully, for the last time.
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Amelia could feel her heart beating in her chest as she roamed the white sterile hallways of the institution looking for any way out. The girl was vigilant as she checked for any signs of the staff, relieved to find the hallway completely vacant. It did not seem right to Amelia, the place was far too empty and quiet. 
As if on cue, the long fluorescent globes went out with a pop and flashing red lights lit up in their place. The sound of an alarm pierced the girl's ears like needles to her skin. She felt sick, they knew she was trying to escape…
People flooded around the corner, both guards and doctors alike, holding batons and tranquillizer guns, only they did not know that they would be useless against her now. Amelia once again raised her two fingers to her temples and tightly closed her eyes, she could hear the sound of bodies hitting the floor and when she finally opened her eyes, she was met with a ground scattered with them. She ran in the direction they came from, almost certain there would be more. And true to what she thought, more guards filtered around the corner. This time, flinging them against the wall effectively knocked them out as well. She looked down her hands, around them a black energy circled, it always appeared after using her abilities. 
There was a door ahead of her and above it flashed a green exit sign. 
This was it… 
She could finally leave this place…
She ran for the door, tears of happiness brimming in her eyes and obscuring her vision. She lifted her hand and crushed the metal door inward pushing it outside, but when she walked over the threshold she was met with a young silver-haired boy, about her age with his eyes wide and his mouth agape. In his arms were countless boxes of a snack Amelia read as ‘Twinkies’, they trickled to the floor as the boy continued to stare at her in shock. 
‘Holy shit…’ was all he said.
Though before Amelia could say anything back, he vanished as though he had never been there. The girl let out a yelp of surprise when she felt a hand tap her on the shoulder from behind and without thinking, she pushed back whoever had touched her and sent them flying towards the outside wall of the building she had just come from. She turned around and saw the same boy who stood before her just moments ago.
‘How did you get there? You were just over there!’ Amelia frantically spoke, pointing at the place he had just disappeared from.
‘Well, how’d you crush that metal door without even touching it?!’ He replied just as frantic,
‘I don’t have time for this, I have to leave before they start to wake up’ Amelia began to turn around and walk away.
‘Before who wake up?’
‘The people trying who were trying to capture me’
‘Maybe I can help with that’ He said with a smirk,
Amelia was going to ask what he meant by that, but before she had the chance to open her mouth she felt as though she was flying through the air, her surroundings blurred, and when the sensation eventually stopped she was in an entirely different area.
‘What did you do to me? How did we get here!’ Amelia lent over, hands resting on her knees; she felt as though she was about to throw up.
‘Don’t worry, that happens with everyone, it’ll pass’ 
‘I thought you would have noticed by now, but I can run pretty fast’ He responded the same smirk adorning his features,
‘Pretty fast? I think that is a vast understatement’ Amelia smiled back,
‘Well, I’ve told you what I can do, now tell me about you…’
‘I can crush metal doors with my mind, quite silly really, it’s rarely useful’ her response was snide, 
‘This is the first time I’ve ever asked anyone this, but can you be serious’
‘Oh alright, I’m telepathic and telekinetic, at least that is what I’ve been told.’
He raised his eyebrows, ‘Are you reading my mind right now?’
‘I could if I wanted to, but that would be rude.’ He smiled back and held his hand out to shake,
‘I’m Peter, by the way. I think we’re going to get along just fine’ she smiled back and shook his hand,
‘I’m Amelia’
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Only Ones Who Know ➳ Bucky Barnes x Fem!HydraExperiment!Reader, Part 2
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Summary: Y/N had no recollection of who she was, she didn’t even know her own name; all she knew was that she was a weapon. One day when a group of misfits come to rescue her from the life she had been subjected to, she meets the man she was meant to kill, her mission. But what happens when Y/N can't bring herself to complete her mission? Instead finds she is unable to kill James Buchanan Barnes.
Bucky Barnes x Fem!HydraExperiment!Reader
Avengers x Reader
WARNING: Angst, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Abuse.
Title is from an Arctic Monkeys song of the same name.
Part 1
The sound of the alarm was almost deafening, piercing Y/N’s ears like needles. The girl’s stomach churned, the guard had said they were coming for her, though she did not understand why; what had she done? The nervousness gripped her whole being, though her trained features remained stoic. She quickly moved through the dark dank hallways of the HYDRA base, the walls illuminated in flashing red light correlating with the pervasive sound of the alarm. Her footsteps were silent as she stalked surreptitiously closer to the infiltration, her weapon drawn and held low to her side.
The voices, giving orders and directions in hushed tones, grew louder as she approached. The girl diverted towards the wall and concealed herself behind the corner of the cracked concrete. She stopped to listen.
‘We need to safely extract the girl, make sure no harm comes to her, we believe she is in a similar situation to Barnes.’ One of the intruders spoke,
‘We don’t want any casualties, so if someone is in your way attempt to incapacitate them’ a feminine voice followed,
Safety?
Who were these people? And why did they want to save her?
Her stomach dropped, they must have been the people HYDRA had warned her about; they were just trying to trick her, make her think she was safe. After all, who would want to save her? She breathed out deeply and closed her eyes, concentrating on the room adjacent to her, blocking out all other minds. There was three of them, she was vastly outnumbered. She would have to ambush them as being stealthy was no longer an option; she would be taken down too quickly.
She concealed her weapon back into her tactical suit and stormed around the corner making for the person closest to her; a large man holding a circular shield. She jumped up onto his shoulders and swung around, wrapping her legs around the red-haired woman standing next to him, she then leant all of her weight to the side taking both of them to the ground. She looked up, still holding the man and woman to the floor, meeting the familiar eyes of a man with a metal arm.
She realised suddenly that this was the man she was meant to eliminate, he was her mission. She kicked her leg out and swept his feet out from under him, he tumbled to the ground. Y/N reached for the gun strapped to her suit, but before she could do anything further, the woman broke free of her grasp and flipped the girl onto her back; holding her down by her chest.
‘Stop fighting us, we’re here to save you’ Y/N ignored her, and flipped her back over, now holding the redhead down.
‘Save me? Save me from what?’ the girl’s response was snide, this time the man with the metal shield spoke up,
‘HYDRA, we know what they’ve done to you, they’ve kept you against your will, made you kill for them, but it doesn’t have to be that way; we can help you’
Y/N wanted to believe them, to leave with these strange people and never have to endure the torment that HYDRA has subjected her to over and over again. But the instincts HYDRA ingrained into Y/N were too strong.
‘I don’t need your help, I just need to comply; they leave me alone when I listen. If I leave with you now, they won't stop until they find me, and when they do, they’ll put me in the chair’ Y/N looked to the man with the metal arm, his face appeared to be contorted in pain, though the girl did not understand why. The man with the shield approached her, his arms raised slightly, she knew he intended to comfort her but years of training with HYDRA cause her body to automatically respond to the gesture as a threat. She charged at him again, but before she could reach him, a sharp pain became prevalent in the back of her neck. She had been injected with something.
She tried focusing on the details in front of her, but her vision tunnelled until she could see nothing but darkness; she felt herself fall to the ground as she lost consciousness.
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Y/N stirred awake, the bright fluorescent lights forcing her eyes to shut tightly, though memories of the previous day flooding back prompted her eyes to shoot open and abruptly sit up, only to be forced back down again by something restraining her wrists. The girl looked down to see thick black straps wrapped tightly around her arms and legs. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
‘I hope you understand it was just a precaution’ Y/N ‘s eyes darted up to see the man with the metal arm from earlier. She faintly recalled what it had always felt like when she saw one of her assignments, the same rush of adrenaline through her body, preparing her for what she had to do next… No matter how much she did not want to…
But when she looked at this man with long dark hair and kind blue eyes she realised she felt nothing. No adrenaline and no instincts to attack.  
‘Why don’t I want to kill you?’ She had not meant to ask it out loud, but it was too late to take back. The man's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
‘Well… I’m glad you don’t… Though I’m not sure why you would.’ He responded, a slight hint of humour in his tone,
‘You’re James Buchannan Barnes, you’re my next assignment’ She stated bluntly. Understanding flashed behind his eyes,
‘I didn’t know they were out to get me, thanks for the heads up, I suppose. You can me Bucky by the way.’ A crooked smile adorned his face. She did not understand why he was being so kind.
‘What’s your name?’ He continued.
‘I’m not sure, they called me the weapon, does that count?’
‘No, definitely not, maybe we’ll have to give you a nickname’ He was interrupted by the door opening, the girl recognised the other people from earlier. The red-haired woman began to speak.
‘Don’t worry about a nickname, we’ve found her file’
‘I’m Natasha by the way, this is Steve’ She said motioning to the man beside her.
‘You know my actual name?’ Although the girl had trained her expression to always remain placid, she could not help the excitement that seeped through. Natasha nodded.
‘Your name is Y/N M/N L/N, you were born (your DOB) in (birth country)’
‘Y/N…’ The girl whispered under her breath, a small smile touching her features. She did not know something could sound so familiar yet foreign. She looked up to the people in the room each of them smiled back at her. A voice in the back of her head reminded her that these people are not her friends, they were only being kind to earn her trust and betray her later. Y/N quickly dismissed the thought, they were helping her; for the first time in her memory, she was safe.
‘Y/N, do you have any memory of your life outside HYDRA?’ Bucky asked dolefully as though he already anticipated her answer.
‘No, it’s as though I had no life before…’ Y/N trailed off.
‘Well, I suppose that just means we’ll have to help you remember’
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The Telepath’s Daughter ◈ Chapter V
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Story Summary: Amelia Xavier was just like her father, a mutant. Though, unlike her father; her powers didn’t end with Telepathy, It went much further. Charles loved his daughter with all his heart, but when she was forcibly removed from him, he unwilling had to adapt to life without her. That was until one day in 1973 when he found himself face to face with her once again.
Charles Xavier x Daughter!OC
Peter Maximoff x OC
WARNINGS: Angst
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Chapter Five ◈ The Experiment
January 3rd, 1963
Amelia could not tell how long she had been at the mental asylum, at first she tried to count the days but as the weeks went on, time seemed to blur together. Every morning she would wake to the sound of voices in her head, but they were not like the voices from home or the playground. These voices were different, they were the thoughts of the insane. And their minds were often riddled with voices of their own; only those voices said dark, evil things.
Amelia was told she was just like them, by the passing men and women in lab coats. Though Amelia understood that she was not insane, she was different, her father had said so. The thought of Amelia's father brought tears to her eyes. She often wondered if he looked for her; if he was missing her as much as she was missing him. Charles and Raven were all she had and they were taken away from her. Every once and awhile, when she closed her eyes she would see them, but they were only memories. All she wanted was to go back, see them smile at her once again, though the day seemed as though it would never come.
Amelia looked through the little window on her door, she knew it was time for the experiments. Everyday people clad in lab coats would come for her, and place her on a metal examination table, all day they would poke and prod at her, hoping to find the answer to her unique abilities; she was merely their lab rat.
As if on queue the door to her holding cell opened and a man walked in. Though before Amelia could even think to resist the man had her by the wrist and was dragging her to the table. She knew now that there was no point in resisting, Amelia was completely defenceless. When she had first been captured she had attempted to use her powers against them, but it was no use, it was apparent she had no control. She could not use her abilities on command, they simply showed at random.
As soon as they made it to the room other people assisted in strapping her down to the table, they could not risk her getting away. All day they ran experiments on her, injecting her with various serums, each doing different things. They were trying to get a response from her, trigger her powers. But they had come up empty-handed.
Amelia tightly closed her eyes. The pain they had been causing her was excruciating. The voices in her head amplified tenfold, her mind felt numb. She knew that if her father was here he would know what to do, but he was not.
Items in the room began to shake, the people around her became unsteady on their feet. Amelia's powers had begun to show. The doctor ran franticly around the room shouting orders at each other. The whole building was shaking by now, papers flew everywhere while furniture tumbled over. The sound of the metal vents caving in on themselves could be heard, if she was not stopped soon, the whole institution would be destroyed. It was evident now to them that she was not insane, she was simply different.
Her head was held down as a needle was forced into her lower neck, Amelia tried to hold on to the light, but failed as the world began to darken.
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Amelia slowly opened her eyes and sat up. The voices in her head were quiet now, yet her mind still felt numb. In her cell was a woman, she recognised her from the experiment room from earlier.
'Do you realise what you just did?' The woman asked, her voice showing no signs of emotion.
'My powers showed again, didn't they?' The girl whispered under her breath.
'Yes. You caused quite the scene back there, some of the doctors even claimed they were no longer in the lab, that they were taken elsewhere
'What place did I show them?' Amelia asked,
'Show them?' The woman questioned back,
'Sometimes when I would use my powers I'd take the people around me to a new place, though I don't think we were truly there, only in our minds'
'They said they saw a forest' The woman recalled,
'I think I've been to that forest before' Amelia stated, remembering the time Raven and her father had taken her there for a picnic, then the time she had taken her father while she slept. 
'How long have you had these powers' The woman asked, though Amelia hesitated in answering, she knew she could not trust her.
'You can tell me, we will find out whether you like it or not, so you may as well make it easy' The woman continued, looking Amelia directly in the eye.
'I only got my powers a couple of days before you took me, though I heard my father say once that they had shown when I was a baby before he met me, apparently my mother had been there.' The girl replied, 
'What happened to your mother?' The woman continued her questioning.
'She died, I never knew her' Amelia said. The girl knew she should have been sad, but she struggled to mourn for someone she never knew. Her father and Raven were the only family that she ever had. If only they were there for her now. 
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The Telepath’s Daughter ◈ Chapter IV
Story Summary: Amelia Xavier was just like her father, a mutant. Though, unlike her father; her powers didn’t end with Telepathy, It went much further. Charles loved his daughter with all his heart, but when she was forcibly removed from him, he unwilling had to adapt to life without her. That was until one day in 1973 when he found himself face to face with her once again.
Charles Xavier x Daughter!OC
Peter Maximoff x OC
WARNINGS: Angst
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Chapter four  ◈ The Aslyum
November 14th, 1962
Amelia woke to a blinding light; her eyes strained as she looked around the white room. She lied on a bed, covered only by a thin white sheet, and a single pillow under her head. Tears filled her eyes. Where was her father? Why was she in this room? The girl sat up and brought her knees to her shoulders, she rocked slightly as a sob broke from her chest. The door opened in front of her, but rather than looking up she kept her head buried in her knees.
'You're awake,' a man's low voice sounded from the corner, Amelia looked up in alarm.
'Where is my father? I want my father...' the girl cried, burying her face back into her knees and shuffling backward till her back was against the head of the bed.
'Do you remember what happened at the park?' the man asked.
'My dad told me that...' the girl cut herself off, she knew her dad told her not to tell anyone about her powers.
'Your dad told you what, darling?' the man asked trying to get the information from her, but to no avail, as the girl looked up and lied,
'I don't remember' she said.
'Maybe this will help you remember,' Amelia looked up, and for the first time she noticed the trolley the man pushed into the room with him, containing a needle on top. The girl's eye widened at the sight of the needle containing an orange solution, she was never fond of them. The man walked toward her and pulled her hair from her neck.
'This might pinch a little' he said as he pressed the tip of the needle at the base of her neck, Amelia's eyes began to droop as the room turned black around her.
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Charles sat at his desk, shoulders slumped as he drank from the bottle of whiskey in his hands. He had hoped the alcohol would help him forget the events of the previous night, but to no avail, he knew that no amount of drinking could allow him to erase the sight of his daughter's empty bed from his mind.
'We need to find her' Raven spoke up, she stood at the doorway; her eyes red and puffy. Raven was just as upset as Charles was, only she didn't feel the need to use whiskey as a crutch.
'The police are already looking for her, but the only evidence they have is the broken window, they didn't even leave a fingerprint behind.' Charles slurred; his bloodshot eyes staring his sister down,
'What could we possibly do that the police cannot?' he continued,
'I don't know, but we can't sit around as they are doing god knows what to her.'
Raven walked over to her brother and pulled the bottle from his hands,
'No more of this, if they end up finding her and we need to go see her, we can't have you in a drunken state' She said while carrying the bottle of alcohol away.
'There is no hope of finding her, they left no evidence!' Charles cried, head falling against the desk.
'We need to stay positive, she'll be home before we know it' Raven said, placing her hand on his shoulder. Only they never found her.
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Amelia awoke to yet another unfamiliar room; but rather than the bed she sat restrained to a cold metal chair, which prompted her to struggle against the straps containing her.  
'Where am I?! Why am I here?' The sound left her lips in the form of a cry.
'We've placed you in a mental asylum' the same man from earlier replied.
'Why?' she asked simply in response, her voice hesitant; already anticipating the answer.
'When you were at the park yesterday, people stated that they saw you float things with your mind, they also said you claimed to be hearing voices' The man continued,
'That still doesn't explain why I am here; at an asylum' Amelia protested,
'Anyone that claims to hear voices belongs at an asylum' the man chuckled,
'Now why don't you tell me what really happened?'
'I have powers' the girl said before she could stop herself, it must have been the orange solution she was injected with talking. The man took notes,
'And your name?'
'Amelia Xavier'
'Where did you get these 'powers''
'I was born with them, but they only started showing recently; I suppose they were always there'
'You mean to tell me they are genetic?' The man questioned
'I think so' Amelia tried with every last bit of her resolve to refrain from saying these things, but it was as if all of her control had been depleted.
'I think that's all the information we need for today' The man said while bringing his fist down to her head; and before Amelia could do anything in defense, the world had already turned dark.
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Only Ones Who Know ➳ Bucky Barnes x Fem!HydraExperiment!Reader, Part 1
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Summary: Y/N had no recollection of who she was, she didn’t even know her own name; all she knew was that she was a weapon. One day when a group of misfits come to rescue her from the life she had been subjected to, she meets the man she was meant to kill, her mission. But what happens when Y/N can't bring herself to complete her mission? Instead finds she is unable to kill James Buchanan Barnes.
Bucky Barnes x  Fem!HydraExperiment!Reader
Avengers x Reader
WARNING: Angst, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Abuse.
It had been days, days of being strapped to the metal table, with no recollection of who she was. She didn't even know her own name, she had been referred to as ‘The Weapon’, by the passing men and women in lab coats, sometimes they would stop to examine her, and experiment on her with needles and various instruments, other times they would watch her from a distance whispering among themselves almost seeming as though they expected her to do something, fight back. But the truth was she was beyond fighting back, what was the point when she didn't know what she was fighting for? She didn't know who she was, or why she was there. But somehow, deep down, she knew that what they were doing was wrong.
That was only confirmed the day they handed her a gun and told her to fire at a man, without reason. They said that everything they did was to make the world a better place, but the girl knew that wasn't true. She stared into the eyes of the man, tears ran down his face, yet he was silent. He knew what his future held for him; that it was inescapable. She held her finger on the trigger and aimed at the man like they had taught her, but she couldn't get herself to pull it. 
Without a second thought she placed the gun back on the table with all the other weapons. That was the day she learned they didn't treat disobedience lightly, they told her 'they were in control' that she 'wasn't a person, just merely their weapon', she couldn't make decisions for herself, she had no choice but to comply. Later that day they showed her what they meant by control, when they placed her in a chair, and strapped her in, placing an object over her head. The pain was excruciating, the shocks traveled through her body, she tried to scream but the guard they placed in her mouth had prevented her from doing so. The lights began to flicker and swing from the roof, papers and other loose objects began to move around the room, not long after the furniture was rocking too. 
The men and woman in lab coats frantically rushed around the room attempting to shut down the machine, the lights went out as the sound of the machine dying down could be heard. Soon the heavy and pained breaths coming from their weapon, sitting in the metal chair was all that could be heard.
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It had been the first time all week that the girl had managed to fall asleep, it wasn't an easy task, given that alternatively, terrors would plague her all night as the empty room she was restrained in left her with nothing but her mind; constantly reflecting on the horrendous, violent crimes she unwillingly committed. 
All of her efforts to achieve this state of blissful unconsciousness were ruined by the sound of heavy footsteps fast approaching her quarters, though referring to them as 'her quarters' was unnecessarily generous, she sighed as she glanced to her surroundings from her place on the tattered old mattress in the corner of the room. Her eyes were met with nothing but old, cracked bricks, water dripping from the moulding ceiling, a stained yellow sink paired with a just as disgusting looking toilet and the rusted, closely placed bars keeping her contained within the room. To say the sight was miserable, would be an understatement.
Based on the volume and pace of the footsteps, Y/N had easily deciphered that they belonged to that of the guards. In the following minute, banging on the prison bars that lined the far wall of her room, asking her to get up, was the guards she had been expecting. Though their request had been pointless as she soon found herself being forcibly removed from her bed and dragged into the adjacent room where her suit and weapons were kept.
The guards didn't leave when they told her to get dressed, though that was normal; she had never known privacy. Ever since the day, she woke up on the metal examination table, with no recollection of who she was, every aspect of her life was controlled and monitored. She used to try to resist, refuse to kill for them. But nowadays she did everything for them, it was as though she had no control over her body or mind. She expected that this was due to the many experiments she was subjected to each day. She knew they did something to her, that she wouldn't do their bidding if she had the choice. They never disclosed much information to her, she wasn't even aware of what the organisation was attempting to achieve, though from what she had read from their minds, they were called HYDRA, and even though the girl believed what they were doing was wrong, the people behind HYDRA truly believed they were doing the right thing and that they were stepping in the right direction to making the world a better place.
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After Y/N had put on her suit and filled all the hidden compartments with an array of weapons, she followed the guards out of the room for the mission briefing. She looked around the room; various men and women of HYDRA sat around a long table, starring down at her, they expected her to take a seat. Hairs on the back of her neck raised, a feeling of discomfort settling in her stomach, she didn't want to join them, but she knew she didn't have the choice. Once she had taken her seat, an image of a man was projected to a screen. The man wore a black tactical suit much like her own, though he also had a metal arm. The men seated at the furthest end of the table began to introduce him,
'James Buchanan Barnes, an ex-assassin of ours, only now he's involved with the enemy organisation'
'He is well-trained. And now that he is working for the opposing side; he has become a liability and a great threat to HYDRA.' He continued,
'That's why we need The Weapon to eliminate him, she is just as well trained Barnes, but her mental capabilities and powers put her to an advantage'
The girl was capable of telepathy and telekinesis, although she found the use of her hand to hand combat skills during missions to be much more beneficial. They didn't stand out as much, and as a highly trained assassin; 'standing out' was never a good idea.
Before the briefing could come to a close, an alarm had sounded throughout the building, a threat had infiltrated the Hydra bass.
A guard frantically ran into the room,
'It's the Avengers sir, we believe they are coming for The Weapon'
Part 2 >
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The Telepath’s Daughter ◈ Chapter III
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Story Summary: Amelia Xavier was just like her father, a mutant. Though, unlike her father; her powers didn’t end with Telepathy, It went much further. Charles loved his daughter with all his heart, but when she was forcibly removed from him, he unwilling had to adapt to life without her. That was until one day in 1973 when he found himself face to face with her once again.
Charles Xavier x Daughter!OC
Peter Maximoff x OC
WARNINGS: Angst
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Chapter Three ◈ The Playground
November 13th, 1962
Amelia woke with a start. The voices still present in her head acted as a reminder of the events of the previous night. She climbed out of bed and stalked down the hallway that followed to the kitchen; only to find Raven already awake and making breakfast,
'Good morning' Amelia yawned; rubbing her temples, trying to rid herself of the pain that the voices left.
'How are you? I heard you had a rough time last night' Raven questioned, gabbing Amelia a bowl and beginning to pour her some of her favourite cereal. Before placing it on the table in front of the girl.
'I'm okay, my head just hurts a little; sorry if I woke you up' Amelia said, while she climbed onto the chair in front of her bowl,
'Don't worry, I was already awake' Raven said with a smile, before leaving the room.
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Amelia had just been taking the final spoonful of her cereal when her father walked through the door.
'Good morning darling, how are you feeling?' Charles said as he walked up and kissed his daughter on the cheek.
'I'm okay, my head still hurts a little' Amelia winced, as the mention of her migraine brought the voices back, Charles noticed her discomfort; he pressed his fingers to his temples and concentrated on blocking the voices out of his daughter mind.
'Is that better?' Charles asked, letting his hand drop from the side of the head,
'Yeah, thank you' Amelia replied,
'Why don't you go and get dressed, Raven and I were talking about taking you to the park today for a play' Charles said with a smile, knowing how much his daughter enjoyed going to the park, Amelia's eyes widen in excitement, she ran off to her room to get ready.
Amelia didn't have any children in her life, the only people she knew were adults, That is why a simple trip to the park meant the world to her; she hardly ever spent time with children her age. This was mostly due to Charles having decided to home-school the six-year-old; he always knew she had abilities ever since he read the letter her mother had left with the child. That is why she is always with either Raven or himself, he didn't want to risk the girl showing her mutation in public when he wasn't there to help her; the very thought of it terrified him.
'Do you want me to push you on the swing set?' Raven ask the girl, Amelia didn't even respond she simply ran towards the swings and climbed on top waiting patiently for Raven to push her. Raven chuckled at the six-year-old as she followed behind.
Charles sat on the bench overlooking the park, watching as his sister pushed the little girl, squealing in excitement every time the swing reached the sky. Suddenly the excited squealing stopped, he looked at the face of his daughter, her eyes were like they had been the night before, wide open, yet not seeing what was around her. Charles entered her mind, this time they weren't in a forest, instead, there was nothing; it was as though he had entered a void. Charles quickly made his way to the girl and grabbed hold of her shoulders trying to calm her down before anything could go wrong. But it was too late he could already hear the panicked thoughts of the people around them,
What is she?
She's not human.
We need to get the other children away, we can't have them involved with freaks like her.
Their thoughts disgusted Charles, how could they call her a freak? She was just a child, she couldn't help being born different; none of them could. Charles left her mind, so he could see what was happening outside of her illusion. Objects were floating everywhere, held up by the same black force as the previous night, only this time you could see it coming from her hands. Charles held his fingers against her head and made her fall asleep, it was the only way they could get her away from the people in the park. Charles picked her up and carried her away, they took a different path than they had when they arrived, hopefully, people wouldn't follow them.
Charles turned to look over his shoulder, to find Raven following them from behind. Her face was sickly pale, it was clear to Charles even without reading her mind that she was scared; only it wasn't of Amelia. Raven was afraid of what the people would do to her if they found out where they lived. 
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No one spoke much for the rest of the night, Charles paced the living room; pinching the bridge of his nose. He was terrified that someone had spotted them, Charles understood that humanity fears that of which they do not understand. The concept of a young girl with abilities out of the ordinary was foreign to them, and naturally, they would want to fight back. All it took was for one person to follow them home, and all of a sudden his little girl would not be safe anymore.
He looked down to his sister, as she cradled the sleeping girl in her arms. He had not woken his daughter since the incident at the park, he didn't want to worry her. But he knew he needed to explain what had happened to her eventually, and it may as well be now.
He walked toward Raven, arms outstretched. He picked up the girl and held her against his chest, her head softly fell to his neck, her body unconsciously nuzzling closer to the warm feeling of her father's embrace.
'What is she dreaming about?' Raven spoke up. Charles looked inside her mind, she still dreamed of the park, only the incident never took place. In her dreams, she still was being pushed peacefully on the swings by her aunty. 
It was time to wake her. Her eyes fluttered open, as Charles released her from his hold over her mind.
'Hey sleepyhead' he cooed as Amelia's eyes met his own.
'What happened? Why aren't we at the park?' she questioned, eyebrow furrowed in an expression of confusion.
'Don't you remember?' Raven spoke this time, looking at the girl in her brother's arms.
'I remember being pushed on the swing, then I woke up here' she said, now looking toward Raven.
'Sweetie, you lost control of your powers again, we had to take you home' Charles said pushing the hair in front of her face behind her ear.
'Oh' was all she said.
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'Time for bed' Charles called as he turned the corner to the room she occupied. The girl sat crossed-legged on the ground with her nose stuck in a book. Charles faintly made out the title 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland' scrolled out on the cover of the tattered old novel.
'Just one more chapter!' his daughter cried out, not quite ready to put it down just yet. Even though the girl was only six years of age, she was extremely intelligent; and a book such as 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland' was merely a light read.
'I'm not letting you get away with that again, this time you are going straight to bed' Charles said as he lifted the book from his daughter's hands and placed it on the desk sitting in the corner of the room. Next, he walked back to his daughter and picked her up carrying her to her room, which was still in a bit of a mess since the previous night. Charles laid her down and pulled the cover-up to her shoulders.
'Sweet dreams my darling' He said placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
'Goodnight dad' she murmured, eyes already drooping closed, Charles assumed that the overuse of her abilities had left her drained of energy.
'I love you' he whispered, but the girl had already fallen asleep. He lifted himself from the bed and left the room keeping the door ajar behind him.
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Charles woke the sound of glass shattering, he turned to look to the window; it was still intact. The events of the day had rushed back to him at that moment; he felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, leaving behind a nauseous feeling as he remembered the incident at the park.
Amelia...
He ran to his daughter's bedroom, ripping the door open and running to her bedside, only to find that the girl was no longer there. That is when he noticed the shattered glass spread out on the floor; the room showed signs of struggle. He climbed from the window, paying no mind as he cut himself on the ragged edges of the glass, though he could not see anyone outside. He noticed faintly that there was a trail left by a car. He stretched his mind out, desperate to hear the thoughts of Amelia or anyone with her, a hollow pain building in his stomach when he found nothing. Tears clouded his vision as he dropped to his knees; the realisation had dawned on him.
They had taken her.
They had taken his daughter...
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The Telepath’s Daughter ◈ Chapter II
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Story Summary: Amelia Xavier was just like her father, a mutant. Though, unlike her father; her powers didn’t end with Telepathy, It went much further. Charles loved his daughter with all his heart, but when she was forcibly removed from him, he unwilling had to adapt to life without her. That was until one day in 1973 when he found himself face to face with her once again.
Charles Xavier x Daughter!OC
Peter Maximoff x OC
WARNINGS: A little bit of angst.
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Chapter  Two  ◈ The Forest
November 12th, 1962.
6 years later...
Charles woke up to the sound of crying; though he didn't hear it through his ears, it rang out in the back of his mind. It was his daughter. It had been months since her nightmares had stopped, to be completely honest Charles didn't think they were coming back. But as he pulled himself from the warmth of his bed and limped down towards the bedroom of his daughter, he realized that something was wrong; this time, it wasn't like the nightmares she used to get.
The objects in her room were lifted up into the air by a black energy; casting shadows beneath them as the six-year-old girl levitated over her bed. And even though her eyes were wide open in fear, it seemed as though she couldn't see the room around her.  Charles ran to her bedside, he knew she had the mutant gene but her powers had never shown before,
'Make the voices stop,' she whispered as tears ran down her face.
Charles pressed his fingers against her temples, soon his mind was filled with the voices that his daughter had been referring to, she was just like him. The thoughts of the people nearby doubled back on Charles. Tears filled his eyes as he felt her pain, the voices were causing her a terrible migraine. But it did not stop with voices, they weren't in her bedroom anymore; now they were enclosed by darkness, Charles could feel wet grass beneath his knees, and see trees that were seemingly as tall as the sky.
They were in a forest, one they had visited in the past, only now it was dark and cold. It was clear though, that they weren't really there, it was only an illusion; one his daughter created.
'Shhh... darling, close your eyes, and imagine we're back at home and I promise we will go there.' Charles said in a soothing voice;
'Dad? Is that you?'
'Yeah it's me, did you hear what I said? Just close your eyes and picture home' The six-year-old girl closed her eyes tight and inaudibly whispered to herself. The forest disappeared around them, they were back in the comfort of their home. Now the objects that were once floating were resting back in their places.
'What's wrong with me?' Amelia cried out clutching her head, the voices still not having left,
'It's okay, you're like me, it's the thoughts of the people around us'
'I'm like you? Can you make them stop?' this time she looked at her father directly in the eyes. Charles picked Amelia up and cradled her in his arms; just like he did when she was a baby.
'Focus on my mind, only listen to my thoughts, it will help drown out the others' Charles heard footsteps coming down the hall, they must have woken Raven up. The door opened slightly and her head popped through,
'Hey? Is everything okay in here?' Raven questioned, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
'Yeah, I'll be out in a minute I just have to put Amelia back to bed' Charles responded, Raven nodded and left.
'I think it’s working,' Amelia stated, beginning to calm down.
'That's great darling. I think it's time to put you back to bed' Charles carried her back to her bed and lied her down; covering her with her blankets. But just as he was about to leave the six-year-old's hand reached out from under the covers and grabbed hold of his arm, he turned back to look at her.
'Can you stay? At least until I fall asleep?' the girl asked; her other hand gripping the material of her blanket, Charles didn't respond, instead, he just lifted the blanket and climbed in next to the girl, wrapping his arm around her and pulling the six-year-old against his chest. She lent her ear against his heart and listened to the calming and rhythmic beat it created, all the while closing her eyes. It didn't take her long to fall asleep, though Charles didn't leave straight away. Instead, he continued to cradle her in his arms while he played with her hair. After some time had passed Charles slowly lifted himself from the bed, and quietly made his way to the door.
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Charles continued towards the lounge room, where he found Raven, still sitting on the couch waiting to hear about what had happened with Amelia,
'What was that all about?' Raven questioned, even though she had already assumed that her nightmares had returned,
'Amelia just showed the first sign of her ablitilties... Well... The first sign I’ve seen, anyway.' Charles sighed, wishing to have saved the topic for the morning.
'Really!? What did she do?' Raven's face now held an expression of shock and curiosity, as she tapped the spot next to her, motioning for Charles to sit down.
'To be completely honest I'm not entirely certain, she's a Telepath though, that is for sure. But she was also showing signs of Psychokinesis ' Charles said pinching the bridge of his nose.
'Psychokinesis? What is that?' Raven continued,
'It's another way of saying Telekinesis. Basically she can move things with her mind. But that is not it; she was also was trapped in an illusion of sorts, it was like she was altering her own perception of reality, and as soon as I was near her; my reality changed too.' Charles said while sitting next to Raven on their couch.
'What happened?' Raven asked, intrigued
'We were no longer in her bedroom, we were in the forest that we took her for a picnic a few months ago; it felt so real, it was cold and I felt my knees dampen as I kneeled on the grass, but when we returned to the room it was like we were never there.'
'Maybe you teleported?' Raven stated, but it was more of a question.
'I don't think so, when I walked into the room it was like she was already there; her eyes were open wide and she looked frightened, besides, I didn't see the forest until I began to read her mind. Anyway, I think I best be off to bed, you should go as well. I don't see tomorrow as being an easy day, with Amelia having just discovered her powers and all. To be honest I was beginning to think she didn't have them.'
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The Telepath’s Daughter Masterlist
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The Telepath’s Daughter (Charles Xavier’s Daughter)
Amelia Xavier was just like her father, a mutant. 
Though, unlike her father; her powers didn’t end with Telepathy, It went much further. Charles loved his daughter with all his heart, but when she was forcibly removed from him, he unwilling had to adapt to life without her. That was until one day in 1973 when he found himself face to face with her once again.
C H A P T E R S
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
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