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Mountain Sound - BBC Merlin (Soulmate One Shot): Soulmates have one song that connects them - when one soulmate listens to it, they both can see each other
(Fanfics)
- Merlin -
- NBC Hannibal -
(Will Graham) Run - Goodbye, Hannibal
- Star Wars -
(Cassian Andor) My Parents, Heroes
(General Armitage Hux) What He Doesn't Know - What He Believes - What They Deserve
- Supernatural -
(Gabriel) Mate of the Trickster
(Gadreel) Show Me The Way - Shed Some Light - Let Us Live
- Tales of Arcadia (Trollhunters, 3Below, Wizards) -
(Krel Tarron) First Date Disasters
- Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts -
(Credence Barebone) Safe
- Umbrella Academy -
(Luther) Everything is Alright - Everything Will Be Ok
summary: Targeted after your complicated relationship with Bucky ends up on every news channel in the city, your stalker takes things into his own hands to ensure that you belong to him, and him alone.
pairing: bucky x reader
word count: 11.2k
warnings: stalking, kidnapping, mild torture/violence, people being assholes to Bucky,Ā
authorsās note: oooo man Ive been dying to write something like this forĀ awhile and Iām so happy I could incorporate a prompt from @afewmarvelousthoughtsāĀ writing challenge! My prompt was āWeāre going to be okā Hope you enjoy!! āØ
Bucky has been through more in his lifetime than most, survived more than he should.Ā Heād been drafted into the US army in the second world war and given a group of men to lead through the trenches of hell. Heād been a prisoner of war, twice, experimented on, tortured, beaten and mutilated for a cause he never agreed to. Heād been ripped of his memories, of his innocence, and broken down into a shell of his former self, forced to carry out orders for the vilest organization in known history.
Heād been destroyed from the inside out, in every sense of the term, and still, nothing torn through him with a paralyzing fear quite like the moment he found out youād been taken.
He didnāt have to. You could tell the second you saw the tight line in his jaw, the way his shoulders sat too high, like he was holding himself together with tension alone.
You were curled against his chest on his bed, his room dim except for the soft glow of a lamp heād forgotten to turn off earlier. His arms were around you ā not loose, not casual. Tight. Like he needed you there to keep the world from snapping.
Downstairs, the muffled rumble of Neilās voice cut through the floorboards, followed by Susanās timid reply. Billy flinched at the sound even though he tried to hide it, his hand hesitating on your back before settling again.
āHey,ā you whispered, tilting your head up just slightly, cheek still pressed to the warm skin of his chest. āYouāre okay. Iām here.ā
Billy let out a shaky exhale. Not fear ā frustration. Hurt buried too deep to show anywhere except in the way he held you tighter, tucking your head under his chin like he could shield you from everything he had lived through.
āI hate him,ā he muttered, barely audible. His voice cracked at the edges. āI hate this house.ā
You didnāt say anything right away. You knew Billy didnāt want pity ā he wanted presence. So you slid your arm over his stomach and hugged him closer, letting your fingers slip under the hem of his shirt just enough to rub circles on his skin in that comforting way he pretended he didnāt melt for.
His breathing eased.
His heartbeat slowed under your ear.
His chin rested lightly in your hair.
āDonāt leave,ā he said quietly, almost like he didnāt mean for the words to slip out, almost like they weighed too much to hold in.
āIām not going anywhere,ā you murmured, pressing a soft kiss right over his heart. āNot tonight. Not ever, if you want me.ā
Billy swallowed hard. You felt it against your forehead. His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, rough thumb stroking gently ā the softest he ever let himself be.
āYouāre the only thing that makes it notā¦ hell,ā he whispered. Then, after a beat, even softer: āI love you. More than I should.ā
You shifted up just enough to meet his eyes ā blue, glassy in the low light, stripped of every wall he usually hides behind.
āI love you too,ā you said.
Billyās breath hitched, like hearing it did something to him he wasnāt prepared for. Then he pulled you fully onto his chest, holding you as close as humanly possible, like you were the one place in the world he felt safe enough to break and still be whole.
And with your ear over his heartbeat and his arms around you, the shouting downstairs felt far away ā like it couldnāt touch him here.
Not while you were in his arms.
Not while he had you to hold onto.
And Billy Hargrove ā tough, sharp-edged, sunburnt Billy ā finally let himself relax, just enough to whisper into your hair:
Hi Kennedy ! How are you, angel? Congrats on 3k follows, I'm so proud of you ā”
I have a fluffy idea for you ā(įµįµįµ)ā Bucky x reader who rescues a young boy on a mission, maybe he's 2 or 3 years old, just a baby, and she absolutely falls in love with him? And Bucky falls in love with reader all over again, watching how gentle she is with him, so they adopt him, and they become a little family
awwww!!
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The mission was supposed to be routine until you heard the cry.
You freeze, one hand lifted, eyes snapping toward the rust-stained corridor.
You and Bucky exchange a glance. Itās fast, wordlessābut he sees it. The way your face softens, the way your breath catches. You touch his arm and then youāre moving, quiet and quick.
Another cry. Tiny. Scared.
You reach the door first. Bucky pushes in behind you, gun up, checking corners. And then he sees you drop to your knees.
He sees him.
A little boyāmaybe two, maybe threeādark curls, a smudge on his cheek, clutching a stuffed dinosaur like itās the only thing he has left.
The moment he sees you, he hiccups, tears clumping in his lashes.
āHey, sweetheart,ā you murmur, voice going soft in a way Buckyās never heard on a mission. āItās okay. Youāre safe now.ā
He reaches for you without hesitation.
Buckyās heart cracks clean in half.
You scoop the little thing into your arms, and he buries his face in your neck like heās known you his whole life. Your hand goes to the back of his curly head, protective, gentle, instinctive.
Bucky lowers his gun.
Because suddenly the mission isnāt a mission.
Suddenly the mission is family.
---
You settle onto the jet bench with the toddlerāElias, according to the cracked badge on his shirtātucked against you. He clings like youāre his lifeline.
You run your fingers through his curls, rocking him without even thinking about it.
Bucky watches from across the cabin, suddenly useless at pretending he isnāt staring.
The softness on your face.
The way you whisper nonsense to keep him calm.
The way he calms for you and only you.
He should be checking comms, reviewing the mission report, doing literally anything elseābut all he can do is watch.
At one point Elias lifts his sleepy head and reaches a tiny hand toward Bucky, curious.
āThis is Bucky,ā you tell him, nudging your nose against his temple. āHe helped save you.ā
Elias considers this.
Then he holds his arms out.
To Bucky.
Bucky freezes, eyes wide.
You smile, warm and a little teasing. āHe likes you.ā
Bucky takes the little boy, hands unexpectedly gentle for someone built for war. Elias pats his beard, fascinated. Bucky actually blushes.
āYouāre a hit,ā you say quietly.
He looks at you.
So are you.
---
No relatives.
No next of kin.
No one to take him.
Maria briefs you both and then leaves you standing in the hallway outside the med bay, where Elias sleeps under a borrowed Avengers blanket.
Bucky sees the moment it happens.
The moment you break.
āHeās just a baby,ā you whisper, voice catching as your arms wrap around yourself. āHe deserves someone whoāwho actually wants him.ā
Bucky steps closer. āHe has you.ā
Your eyes flick up fast, startled.
Bucky swallows. āIāve never seen you look at anyone the way you looked at him on that jet.ā
āThatās different,ā you protest. āHe justā¦ he needed someone.ā
āYeah,ā Bucky says softly, āand you showed up.ā
You blink fast, eyes shiny. āI donāt want him to go into the system, Buck.ā
He nods.
He doesnāt either.
Youāre quiet a moment, thinking. Bucky can practically see the gears turning, your heart working faster than your logic, your instincts already tethered to that tiny boy.
āI couldāā you start, then correct yourself. āWe could. I meanāif you wanted. You donāt have to. I justā"
āYeah,ā Bucky says immediately.
You stare. āYeahā¦ what?ā
āYeah, we could.ā His voice doesnāt waver. āWeād be good at it.ā
āWe?ā Your voice is barely breath.
āWe,ā he repeats.
Because Buckyās been half in love with you for years.
Because seeing you with that baby didnāt just make him fall harderāit made something settle deep in his chest. Something certain.
You whisper, āBuckyā¦ā
He cups your cheek, thumb brushing the corner of your eye.
āLetās take him home,ā he says.
And for the first time all day, you smile with your whole face.
---
Elias cries at midnight.
Youāre out of bed first, hair a messy halo, feet bare on the floor. He quiets the moment you lift him, cheek pressed to your shoulder.
Bucky watches from the doorway.
You sway with him. Whisper soft little shushes. Rub circles on his back until he melts into you.
āHey,ā Bucky murmurs eventually, stepping in. āTrade?ā
āNo,ā you say, kissing the top of Eliasā head. āIāve got him.ā
Bucky smilesāslow, warm, helpless.
This is it.
This is the moment he falls all over again.
Not for the hero you are.
Not for the fighter.
Not for the partner who watches his six better than anyone.
But for the woman rocking a little boy in Avengers-issue pajamas, eyes soft, heart wide open.
---
Elias toddles across the living room, squealing as he chases Alpine, who has no idea what to do with a baby but is trying her best.
You sit on the floor assembling a toy dinosaur. Bucky sits behind you, his legs bracketing your hips, chin on your shoulder.
āGot the head?ā you ask.
He hands it over, then presses a kiss to your cheek like itās a reflex.
Elias waddles over and plops into your lap without warning. You catch him automatically.
Bucky wraps an arm around both of you.
And suddenly it hits you: this is your life now.
You, Bucky, Elias.
Sunday mornings and pancakes and tiny socks in the laundry.
Giggles and bedtime stories and your hands covered in paint from finger-painting gone wrong.
A home.
You look back at Bucky.
Heās already looking at you.
āThank you,ā you whisper.
āFor what?ā he asks, voice rough.
āFor saying yes.ā
He cups the back of your neck and pulls you into a soft, lingering kiss. Elias giggles and pats Buckyās face, trying to squish his cheeks together.
Bucky pulls back just enough to murmur against your lips:
āIād say yes a thousand times.ā
---
Adoption day.
Elias wears a tiny vest and tiny shoes and holds both your hands as you walk into the courtroom. His curls bounce with each step.
When the judge finalizes itāwhen she says the words āYou are now his legal guardiansāāElias raises his arms like he won a trophy.
You laugh through your tears and scoop him up.
Bucky wraps his arms around both of you, pressing his face into your hair.
āFamily,ā he whispers.
You nod, crying harder. āFamily.ā
Elias pats your cheek, then Buckyās, then proudly announces:
āMine.ā
Bucky chuckles. āYeah, buddy. Weāre yours.ā
You kiss Bucky. He kisses Eliasā curls. Elias smushes both your faces together until youāre laughing.
And it hits youāclearer than any mission report or battle plan:
She said no to staying. She never said no to loving him.
Jareth the Goblin King x OC
A/N: This is another piece I'm wanting to workshop and see if people would be interested in as a series. Except this one is kind of a slow burn, getting into it sort of deal. But it really interests me and I really wanna write it so if people like it I will. And yes, the FMC is named after Stevie Nicks because come on people, you can't tell me that woman doesn't fit the vibe of Labyrinth.
Warnings: N/A (Except no editing -- again. We die like men in this household)
Word Count: 1.2k+
āI ask only little from you, my little Wanderer. Just fear me; love me; do as I say and I will be your slave for all eternityāĀ
āYou canāt ask that of me. I āāĀ
āWhat would you have me do then? Beg? Plead? Tear the very seams and fabrics of my labyrinth apart? Tell me and I will do it. All I wish is for you to stay.āĀ
āYou know that IāāĀ
āPlease.āĀ
āStevie!āĀ
A harsh nudge to her arm caused her body to jolt, taking her books and her notes to the floor with her.Ā
Stevieās consciousness snapped back into place, the fleeting fantasy her mind concocted to dull the ache of her boredom returning to the dark crevices of her mind, ready to return at a later date while remaining so far away.Ā
A harsh grunt left her, her eyes snapped coldly to Mason, the source of the shove to her arm that ruined her dream.Ā
āWhat?ā Her tone was laced with annoyance with subtle hints of melancholia and even if she was able to hide it, her eyes spoke them far more loudly.Ā
The man across from her, Mason, tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. This wasnāt the first time Stevie blanked out; in fact, it was far more common than the moments she was actually paying attention. All of her friends knew it started sometime around March about two years ago. All they knew was that Stevie fought with her boyfriend, well, a boyfriend that lasted another day or so after said fight, and after that fight, no one saw the same girl ever again.Ā
She became withdrawn, lost in a fantasy she dared never to tell anyone. Stevie had become an enigma, a solitary figure to the people who didnāt know her. All anyone ever saw of her was a fleeting glance as she wandered to and from classes or her solitary figure hidden away somewhere on campus with her sketchbook full of drawings of goblins and creatures, a land of wonder and extraordinaire that she never dared to speak to anyone about.
āYou blanked again.ā Mason said, crossing his arms on the table between them. āYou missed my entire rant about Tomzomskiās Intro to Critical Analysis class and his very evident god complex.āĀ
Stevie merely scoffed through her nose, shaking her head subtly as she looked away. āEveryone has a god complex, Mason. Some worse than others.āĀ
She would know. Her dreams were plagued by a man with the worst complex imaginable.Ā
āYes,ā He mused, āBut it becomes a problem when he makes it everyone elseās problem.āĀ
Stevie half heartedly listening as Mason continued on, his distaste for the subject of his one-sided conversation evident. Her eyes drifted down to the pages under her hand, the faded yellowed paper she made herself what seemed like a lifetime ago made for a calming texture under her fingertips. The dark brown and blacks scratched across the page to make figures and creatures proudly on display, keeping Stevieās mind on them instead of the man in front of her.Ā
Her eyes drifted from creature to creature, following a slow path from the pixie in the top left hand corner to the goblin below it. Her soft eyes drifted from the gentle creatures to the ones in the bottom right hand corner: gorgeous creatures, seemingly human like elven features of big eyes and long ears on small bodies and small hands with four fingers. She hadnāt told anyone what they were called; no one would have entrained her anyway. She wished someone would have been: sheād been very fond of the few Gelfings sheād met in her dreams. Sheād much preferred them to the Skeksis, whose vile existence she despised with her whole heart.Ā
From the Gelflings, her eyes trailed to the Worm in the corner, his precious little body wrapped in his long red scarf and his tricky tongue smiling to her from the page, then to Fireys, lanky creatures of red and orangeĀ she captured dancing in their merriment of tossing and sharing their limbs with one another (of which she had been more eager to observe then participate, in all honesty).Ā
Her eyes swept over the landscapes she sketched mindlessly months ago. From stone walls that stretched on forever to the forests filled with fog. The hedge maze filled with distracted patrolling guards, the door handles who couldnāt hear and couldnāt speak but who still somehow made wonderful conversation. From the garbage pits of the lost souls and finally the palace of the Trickster King of the realm and its glorious towers and lack of windows.Ā
Mason continued to speak, what he was saying was lost to Stevie as her eyes drifted to another page of her drawings. A gentle, subtle smile graced her lips as she looked over the sketches of friends: of a large but gentle beast with the biggest of heart and strongest of arm, of a small but courageous dog of a knight, sworn to his duty and a goblin who fidgeted often, a coward, but a kind coward.Ā
But what made her stop and stare was the singular page with one drawing and one drawing alone. It shared no room with the others, the entire page preserved for his beauty alone. Strong, prideful, a God of a creature, Fae in beauty, but there was a sadness in his eyes, one she captured from the last moments she shared with him in her dreams. When he begged her to stay, to love him and him alone.Ā
She had said no every time. No to staying in his realm, his arms, for all eternity. The dreams always end with her leaving him in that plane of existence he created for her, just to speak with her for a moment before she ripped it all away with just a few words.Ā
āYou hold no power over meā¦ā
āWhat was that, Stev?āĀ
Her head shot up, her eyes flickering before widening as she sat there like a startled doe. āUh, nothing, Mason.āĀ
Mason tilted his head, looking at her with this inquisitive look as his eyebrow raised. āYou sure?āĀ
Stevie shook her head, offering a smile that didnāt reach her eyes. None of her smiles did anymore. āYeah, ām sure. I didnāt say anything.ā
Mason looked at her for a good moment before relenting and shrugged to himself, āAnyway, the guy is a total asshat. I mean, why would they hire such a āāĀ
His words became muffled as Stevieās attention left him once more. Her eyes drawn to a small figure behind him. Something small, hidden from those who couldnāt be bothered to look. Those who couldnāt be bothered to believe.Ā
Sheād seen his face before: a small, fragile face, green in color with burnt yellow eyes. Younger then the rest of his kind by a few years. He watched her, his impish little eyes trained solely on her as his clawed little hands held the corner of the hole in the wall he hid within.Ā
Stevie wanted to say something, to go over to him and follow him, but when she blinked, as the long legs of a passing student blocked him from her view, the goblin vanished, just like her dreams.Ā
A moment of fantasy, fleeting by in an instant when the world flashed by.Ā
A/N: This is really just a workshop piece for a possibly fan fiction I wanna write and I wanna see how it would go if I were to put it out. There is a preestablished relationship between Bucky and the OC and this is supposed to take place post AoU and Winter Soldier, but stemming off into a new timeline sort of thing. Really I just wanna see how well received something like this would be, haha! (And yes, Beth is supposed to be that girl from the first Avengers movie cause I like the idea of Steve dating someone totally normal. And yes, Natasha is, indeed, a lesbian in this one -- fight me on that, I dare you) Juno and Gwen are entirely my own creations, everything else belong to MARVEL <3
Word Count: 3k+
Warnings: N/A (Unless you can't zero editing -- we die like men here)
The air around the compound had been thick over the last 37 hours. Yes, 37 hours exactly.Ā
Thats how long Steve, Natasha and a small group of SHIELD agents had been gone. No one knew where they went, what the mission was. One moment they were there and the next, gone. Not even Beth, Steveās girlfriend, knew and he told her everything. Natashaās girlfriend also didnāt know.Ā
Which was why they sat on the couch in the Avengerās Compound, huddled under whatever blankets Clint and Sam managed to scrounge up for them, drinking whatever tea Wanda and Vision had made for them.Ā
And then, there was Juno. Best friend of the both of Steve and Nat, and, without a doubt, the strongest Avenger ā easily putting Thor on his ass in training tends to bring that title and the only one who could possible throw the Hulk across five blocks while heās in a rage.Ā
Juno hadnāt been at peace since before they left. She was the only person who knew the nature of the mission.Ā
The ground under her had been worn down, her pacing back and forth in front of the window overlooking the gardens at the compound hadnāt stopped in hours and it wouldnāt stop in the hours waiting to come.Ā
āWhy wonāt you tell us anything, Juno?ā Guinevere, well, Gwen was more her style, asked. Her dark skin was flushed lighter then normal in worry, green with anxiety. Natashaās hoodie held her in a comforting blanket that she didnāt want to leave. Not until the assassin was back in her arms.Ā
Juno stopped, the markings on her arms, of a Celtic origin, hummed as they pulsed, their normal dark green/blue swirled with lighter colours, a clear āstay awayā warning light. Her magic, controlled by her emotions, wanted out. It wanted to be let loose, but she restrained herself.Ā
Juno was always restraining herself.
āBecause no one here has the clearance to know.ā She replied, her eyes, cold and hard, drifted out the window. āIf it goes wrong, they come back empty handed, it gets scrapped from the record.āĀ
Beth held her mug of tea in both hands, her blonde tied in a simple side braid to keep her from wanting to run her hands through it over and over again. Instead, her thumbs rubbed the sides of the porcelain tea cup, almost to the point that the material was wearing thin. She remained quiet, sheād been with Steve long enough to know some missions donāt get talked about. Sheād known that since he asked her for coffee after the battle of New York.Ā
But Gwen was newer to the world. Sheād found her amulet of power only a few years ago, been an Avenger maybe 9 months. But dating Natasha for the last four months opened her eyes to several new things she didnāt know about. Secrets and espionage she didnāt have a clue about before as an Avenger only and not a SHIELD agent.
āSo, weāre just supposed to wait here? Wait until they maybe come home?āĀ
āItās no different then any other mission, Gwen.āĀ
Juno leaned against the window, a bluish nova mist surrounded her fingers as she moved them around and around in a subconscious need to release a little energy before she imploded.Ā
āBut you know where they went.ā Gwen grew impatient, her nails extending as the more carnivorous of animal spirits wanted to be set loose from her amulet. āYou, at least, know the extent of what theyāre up against. Something is not right about this. Juno, what the hell did they walk into?ā She was on her feet before her mind could even catch up.Ā
Juno turned only her head, eyes narrow. āA HYDRA base. Thatās all Iām at liberty to say. Trust me, Iām worried for them too and I wanted to be there with them āāĀ
āThen why arenāt you?ā Gwen crossed her arms. āYouāre the HYDRA expert here, Warlock.āĀ
Juno shook her head. āYou need to centre yourself, Gwen. Youāre losing control.ā She motioned to the animal like claws that took over Gwenās hands. Juno turned to face Gwen, poor Beth left sitting in silence as she, the only civilian, felt the most helpless in this situation. āYes, I am the HYDRA expert here, which is why I am telling you that they will be fine. Natasha is good at her job, I should know, she trained me. They will be fine, and when they bring hiāā Juno stopped, looking away to compose herself. āWhen they come home, theyāll be fine.ā
She tried to play off her words as heat of the moment, but Beth saw right through it. āHim?ā She asked, setting her teacup down. āJuno, whoās āheā?āĀ
Juno looked at Beth, a variety of emotions on her face flashed over before she settled on cold indifference. āA victim. Thatās all I can say.āĀ
Gwen scoffed. āAll you can say? Our loved ones are out there to bring some HYDRA test subject back here and thatās all you can say? Whatās so special about this guy to risk their lives without warning, Juno? Why does some experiment matāāĀ
Gwenās voice cut off as her body rose from the ground, a bluish nova surrounding her throat.Ā
Junoās arms lit up, the marks glowing brightly, her eyes the same nova. A ferocious anger planted on her face as she forced Gwen closer, glaring into her face a breath away. āHe. Is. Everything.ā Her voice wasnāt her own, it was low, a deep and dark growl she couldnāt control. The Dragon that laid resting in her soul clawed at her cage, demanding release. āYou will shut up now, Guinevere, and calm down.āĀ
āJuno.ā Bethās voice was gentle, a calm hand on her arm.Ā
The nova left her eyes, her marks settled as Gwen was lowered back to the ground, the grip on her throat released. Junoās green eyes trailed to meet Bethās blues.Ā
Only Beth would interfere with a primordial beingās rage. It almost made Juno smile.Ā
āWho is he, Juno?ā She asked again, wrapping her other arms around Junoās back. Offering a blanket of support.Ā
Silence fulled the room for a solid moment, Gwenās breathing levelled out and Junoās seemed to vanish as this childlike, vulnerable visage took over her face.Ā
āHeāsā¦ā Tears welled in her eyes before she forced them away. āThey need to find him,ā She brushed off Bethās touch, āor Iām going out there on my own to do it myself.āĀ
That was the most either of them had gotten out of Juno regarding her past in a long time. And that was all they were going to get as Juno pulled away and walked back to the window in silence.Ā
Gwen and Beth shared a look, before looking back to Juno as her pacing returned, her finger clasped between her teeth lightly.
HYDRA was always a touchy subject with Juno. Of course it was, why wouldnāt it be? Theyāre the reason sheās like this. They tried to make a God out of her and only made a monster instead.Ā
āHey, guys.ā Samās voice drew their eyes to the door, breaking the silence. āTheyāre on their way back. Steve said the ETA is 4 hours.āĀ
Juno walked away from the window to Sam, leaning in towards his shoulder as she muttered. āAnd?ā Her eyes looked at him, expecting an answer.Ā
Sam looked at her with just a tilt of the head, knowing better then to not answer her, silently nodding.Ā
The walls built in Junoās mind, her body, started to shatter and fall.Ā
Sam put his hand on her arm.Ā
Her fists clenched at her sides, head tilted down as she took in a sharp breath. She said nothing else, barely even a shudder of a breath before she walked away, making her way to the doors on the other side of the room that led to the Quinjetās bay.Ā
It wasnāt that anyone wasnāt looking for her, they were, but it was just a standard fact that when Juno Ross didnāt wanna be found, no one was gonna find her. She had this way of completely going off the radar when she did not want to be found.Ā
Clint was the one to find her. Heād been travelling through the vents over the aircraft hanger when he saw her sitting on a crate. He didnāt approach her, the man had valued his wellbeing just a bit too much to try. He just sent a team message that said āWarlock, Catalyst mode, Hanger bay 4, stay clearā.Ā
It wasnāt the first time that that message had been sent. Itās just something that happened on occasion.Ā
When her emotions were uncontrollable, Juno became a catalyst of destruction, like worse then the damage done to Sokovia level of destruction.Ā
Juno sat at the edge of the hanger bay, hunched over and hidden by shadows. Her arms rested on her knees, her hand clasped over her fist, pressed against her lips as she started blankly and coldly at the hanger door the Quinjet would fly through.Ā
After a moment, her eyes closed. The marks on her arms glowed once more, but not like before. Instead of pulsing and angry, they glowed with a soft hum, flowing like the gentle tides at dawn. A small bundle of light, dancing through the open window, floated its way to her shoulder and sat down. The light dimmed and a small being, barely the size of three thimbles stacked on each other, tilted its little head as it looked at her.Ā
Junoās eyes opened, her head tilted in the direction of the creature. Only some of her little fae friends made her smile these days. Truly smile.Ā
āHello, Vivi.ā She said softly. āYouāre early today.āĀ
A small chirp, a squeak, left the creature. Very few understood the language. Only two in the Avengerās compound could ā though Thor could only do so when he was drunk.Ā
Juno tried to chuckle through her nose, but it was more of a sigh. āSo you heardā¦āĀ
Her eyes trailed back to the hanger, waiting for it to open even just a little bit.Ā
The creature squeaked again and to that, Juno nodded.Ā
āI figured someone would have known. It still baffles me that SHIELD doesnāt realize the magical world knows everything they do.āĀ
The creature, Vivi, shuffled closer, leaning its entire body against Junoās neck.Ā
With a glance of her eyes, Juno smiled.Ā
āThanks, Vivi.ā She said softly, watching the hanger bay once more.Ā
Silence returned, save the low humming of the machines keeping the compound alive and running. After maybe twenty minutes, a small jingle of bells twinkled and the slight pressure on Junoās neck vanished. Her little friend had to go home for the day, but Juno felt no sadness, knowing it would be back tomorrow.Ā
āJuno.āĀ
Her head turned to follow the voice.Ā
āStark.āĀ
Tony sat down next to her, not even bothering to ask. He huffed as he sat down next to her, looking at her with just a tilt of his head.Ā
āDid I miss it yet?āĀ
Juno scoffed, but it was a small chuckle really. āETA is maybe ten minutesā¦āĀ
Tony nodded, following her gaze to the hanger door.Ā
āYou know, Hellraiser,ā He said, āyou should prepare. You know, just in case āāĀ
āTonyā¦ā
āIām just saying, Kid.ā He replied. āThereās a good possibility heās not going to remember and I know what will happen to you if that happens.āĀ
Her grip on her fist tightened. āHe needs toā¦ā She muttered. āHe has toā¦ I donātā¦ā She fought off the tears as long as she could. One or two silently fell from her eyes. āI donāt know what Iāll do if Iām gone from his memoriesā¦āĀ
Tony nodded, actually managing to keep his mouth shut for once.Ā
āWell, what did you do before?ā He asked, looking down at the back of her head. āIn Siberia?āĀ
Silence.Ā
A heartbeat.Ā
When it seemed like she wouldnāt answer, Tony sighed and leaned back. But Juno sat up and joined him, her back against the crate behind them.Ā
āIā¦ā She muttered. āI tried againā¦ And againā¦ And againā¦ I made him rememberā¦āĀ
A small smirk appeared on Tonyās lips. āThe stubborn witch you are, Hellraiser.ā He leaned to her side, bumping her to bring a smile on her face. āThatās not gonna change anytime soon, Kid. If he doesnāt remember you, then weāll make him.ā
Tony took her hand into his, something he never did before. Something Juno was always afraid of anyone doing, touching her, for fear sheād hurt them.
āYou deserve this, Juno. More than any of us. You deserve to be happy again.āĀ
Junoās eyes finally turned upwards to look at Tony. She said nothing, but her face scrunched in as her tears broke the dam between their freedom and their home. She closed her eyes, let out one singular sob and leaned into Tony. He met her halfway, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pressed his face against the top of her head.Ā
Blares filled the room. Sirens and flashing red lights sounded off as the loud mechanics sprang to life. The door of the hanger bay opened slowly.Ā
Juno pulled away from Tony, on her feet before the first siren even finished making its long winded sound.Ā
Wind rushed through, the engines of the Quinjet whirled fast and hard as it made its slow approach into the hanger.Ā
Juno registered nothing else. She barely acknowledge the elevator opening, the other Avengers entering the hanger. She focused solely on the Quinjet as she walked towards it.Ā
It landed, the engines died out and the ramp slowly started to open.Ā
First out was the few SHIELD agents that went with. Then, to Gwenās relief, was Natasha.Ā
Juno stopped short of maybe ten feet from the Quinjet, looking at Natasha with something akin to weakness. Pleading. Begging even.Ā
And Natasha stopped in place, her normally stoic expression softened into a smile and a nod. She turned back, looking into the Quinjet as Steve made his descent down the ramp. His movements slow, his body turned as he guided another down the ramp.Ā
A man dressed in light tactical armour, dark as night. His hair reached his neck, shaggy and dark. His hands were bound in cuffs, a safety precaution truly.Ā
Juno held her breath. Her heart beat out of control. Her hands shook and her markings halted all movements and hums for the first time in years.Ā
She watched the man walk down the ramp, watching the light catch his metal arm as he stepped into the light. Watching and waiting for him to look her way.Ā
His eyes, dark and uncertain, looked around, as if scouting his exits when they moved from Avenger to Avenger until they landed on Juno.Ā
The wild caged animal he appeared to be faded, his shoulders relaxed and his eyes softened.Ā
The strong willed, proud person Juno presented herself to be disappeared instantly. Tears filled her eyes as she took that first step forward, then another and another after that until they became a run.Ā
He tore his arm out of Steveās grip, following her movements until he reached her. He braced himself as Juno threw her arms around him, sobbing into the side of his head. Frustration built in him as the cuffs prevented him from holding her, but Juno stopped it before it even barely began by placing her hand in the centre and melted the metal of the cuffs.Ā
His arms became a steel embrace around her, a hold that would never be broken. His hand threaded her hair, the other gripped her side. He was never going to let her go again.Ā
And the Avengers could only watch as this man who could barely remember the last few days hold their teammate like she was the last lifeline he had to this world.Ā
Juno sobbed, pulling her head back as she held his face in her hands. āSoldierā¦ā She whispered reverently, pressing her nose and forehead against his own.Ā
He pushed back, unable to let go. āLittle Oneā¦ā
Another sob broke from her lips. āI thought Iād never hear that againā¦ā She smiled. āI thought Iād never see you againā¦āĀ
His hand slipped from behind her head to her face, holding it gently with his metal hand. A weapon of death and misery, cold fingers that dripped with blood more often then nought, held her so tenderly and preciously.Ā
āI told you Iād find you againā¦ā He whispered back. āI promised you that, didnāt I?āĀ
She laughed lightly, āYou rememberedā¦āĀ
And for the first time in eight years, the Winter Soldier smiled. āIāll always remember you.āĀ
Juno sobbed happily, her smile the brightest it had been in years. With a simple lean, she met him halfway and kissed him slowly, softly.Ā
Pulling apart was met with a soft whine from her Soldier, but she made up for it by pressing her forehead against his and brushed his cheekbone with her thumb.Ā
The Winter Soldier kept her close, his body aching at the thought of letting her out of his sightĀ even just for a moment. They only parted slightly when footsteps coming up from behind got closer and closer.Ā
Juno looked the direction they came from and saw Steve. She pressed her forehead closer against the Soldierās, as if trying to merge their two beings into one. āThank you.ā She said softly, looking at Steve. āThank you, Steve.āĀ
Americaās golden boy smiled back, though his eyes seemed sad. āLeast I could do.ā
The Soldier refused to look at Steve. He refused to look anywhere except the woman in his arms. His woman. His mind ran rampant with different thoughts but all along the same pipeline: sheās never leaving his sight and he will never let anyone hurt her ever again.Ā
āBucky.ā Steve said, trying to grasp the Soldierās attention.Ā
Juno looked from Steve to the Soldier, the name seeming so foreign but also so fitting.Ā
The Soldier refused to look Steveās direction.Ā
āSoldierā¦ā Juno said softly, brushing his cheek with her thumb. āBuckyā¦āĀ
His eyes snapped up from his daze and met hers, this childlike vulnerability within them. He was silent for a moment before mumbling very softly, āSay it againā¦āĀ
Juno smiled. āBucky.ā She leaned up and kissed his nose before nuzzling it with her own. āMy Bucky.āĀ
He smiled faintly. His body still tense, his grip on her was not letting up and she wouldnāt ask him to let it either.Ā
Hello! Can I have a male ship request for Supernatural? Feel free to use my information on the previous ask as a reference, thank you š
Heck yeah you can! And I hope I grabbed the right information - I think i did.
Sorry this took so long!
Supernatural
I ship you with...
Castiel
Pretty baby! I love him so!
Cas... is Cas. You can always depend on him to be the same as how you've always known him.
You two are very similar in certain aspects and that reflects on how your relationship is. Cas is quiet when it comes to his own work and often does not seek praise because he does not want it. He simply wants to do the right thing. Like Caspian, he can be blinded by his ambitions. Do not let him. We all know what happens when Cas is left to his own devices.
Like with the last ask you had submitted, I've picked a man with a tough exterior but is soft on the inside. Man, it's a pattern.
Hello! I was wondering if maybe you did matchups/ships? And if so, can I have one with a male Marvel character?
Appearance: Iām a 27 year old black woman with locs that I sometimes put crystals in. I sort of have both a hippie and alt style but I also like dressing up sort of bougie. Iāve been compared to a fairy as far as my features go since I have high cheekbones, look young for my age, feminine with sharpish features and expressive eyes. I take pride in my appearance (not in a vain way) because I believe itās a form of self love and self care. I have a really smirky smile
Personality: Iām an INFP and fit almost all the stereotypes that go with it but I donāt like for people to see me cry or be angry. Iām sort of reserved while I feel you out but after that, I can become talkative. Iām super chill on the outside despite me having adhd and Iām generally friendly to everyone which can get me in trouble sometimes when itās looked at as flirting. I donāt have genuine crushes that often but when I do Iām super into him until I see weāre not getting anywhere and then I move on. That being said I can be really impatient and easily bored when it comes to romance unless he puts in actual effort but with most things else Iām pretty levelheaded and (over)think things through. Iām usually the friend that throws parties or plans trips or hang outs. Im pretty independent too and travel a lot alone. I can talk to anyone but I have to recharge and sometimes that can take days or weeks of me being alone. Iām really bad about standing up for myself but I stand up for others easily and hate intolerance.
Interests: I love listening to music, I play bass guitar, love traveling and experiencing other cultures. I also like collecting crystals, being in nature, reading, watching only 80s and 90s films and crocheting. I also spend a lot of time reflecting on how to be a better person. Depending on the vibe and who Iām with I can be both a partier and a homebody.
Quirks: Iām clumsy, sometimes stutters when my thoughts are too fast and my mouth canāt keep up, if Iām really really attracted to a guy I donāt really talk all that much because Iām nervous that Iāll stutter, ramble or say something stupid do I think thatās sometimes confused with disinterest.
Thank you!!
I can absolutely do one for you! Sorry, it has taken so long!
Marvel
I ship you with...
Scott Lang
Oh, you're lucky! I'm so jealous.
Scott is husband material - I will take no other arguement! He, after prison, takes everything 100% seriously and works hard to maintain the relationships he has and will create.
You've nabbed a Golden Retriever. What else is there to say.
Scott will be obsessed with you. He will worship the ground you walk on if you let him. He's so sweet and brave and literally the best.
He will love you no matter what and despite any flaw. Nothing is bad enough to drive him away because he will try and make it work. He'll be your best friend and your most trusted companion.
he is literally so pure, oh my lord.
I hope you like it ! <3
A/N: Normally with Marvel ones, I put my recast at the bottom for those who are curious and just for writing's sake but I didn't recast Scott so there we go. This has never happened and I'm happy about it. Anyways, I hope you liked it!
Hello! I was wondering if you do Stranger Things and Anne with an E ships. And if so could I maybe have one done for me? I'm a minor, my pronouns are she/her, I'm a biromantic lesbian, I have medium wavy brown hair, blue eyes, I'm 5ā0, my style is mostly Dark Academia/Cottagecore. I love photography, music, art, animals, singing, and reading. I'm an ambivert and can be very shy when I first meet people. I have either a very dark or dirty sense if humor sometimes, and can be very sarcastic. I am very insecure though. I am very opinionated as well. I'm sorry if this isn't much but I would really love to see what you could come up with. Have a nice morning/day/night!
Hi <3 Sorry, but I don't watch Anne with an E. I have a list of characters I write for, but I can do Stranger Things! Sorry this took so long lmao
Stranger Things
I ship you with...
Max Mayfield
Look at this lovely little woman. She's one of my favourite characters - *cough* and I'm in love with her step-brother *cough*.
Max is a rough, tough tomboy and we love her for that. Which why I feel that in this case, opposites attract. One of my favourite things.
I think you have a very similar sense of humour and that's what bonds you. Everything else just grew along the way.
I think you two would bond and be very close and she's gonna need that after what happened to Billy - I know I needed someone.
Like I say a bunch of times, it is always the first thought. And Max was instant. I think you two are a good match.
And I hope you do too because Max is fiercely loyal and you're stuck with her until the end.
Hey there I read a few of your ships and it seems really cool. Could I have a narnia, shadow and bone (tv series) and marvel ship please.
Iām an INFP, hufflepuff with libra sun and cancer moon. I am questioning( I think I'm bi ) so it would be great if you could give me a male and female ship. I'm sorry if it takes you long. Its OK if you give any one too.
Iām about 5ā6, I have brown eyes, and black wavy hair. Iām from India and have brown skin tone.
I use daydreaming as a coping mechanism on a daily basis ( guilty š ). I love reading books, listening to pop and Indian music and I love to dance. I have done several shows and am known to be a good classical dancer. I also am a good chess player and have been to several international chess tournaments. I also love to draw cartoons.
My love language is affirmations and quality time. I am loyal to my family. I am kinda religious.
I'm extremely shy, reserved and introverted. I don't mingle with people rather quickly but I'm not blunt either. I try to be nice with everyone and try to make small talk, tho It usually comes out as terribly awkward. I was emotionally and verbally abused by my friend of 5 years so I take time trusting new people. I have generalised anxiety. I also tend to overshare about myself when someone shows the slightest interest in me ( I kinda wish I could change that š )
I sure can. I haven't really watched Shadow and Bone yet but I have done enough research I should know the basics - I have an original character for an original story I'm working on who looks like The Darkling (I think Ben Barnes is a very pretty man <3) and he has similar powers to the Darkling, so I have some knowledge.
And don't worry about the daydreaming bit, I do it too. I generate so many fanfic plots and original story ideas I have no idea what to do with them lmao!
NarniaI ship you with...
Susan Pevensie
Lovely Queen Susan the Gentle. Gods, I'm jealous.
Susan is not one I would ship as opposites attract like I would with her brother, Peter. I tend to believe that Susan belongs with someone who can converse with her on nearly the same level of intelligence. When I think of Susan, I tend to lean more toward book Susan rather than movie Susan. She is far more kind and lives up to her name - the whole thing about her character is that she doesn't like violence and has never taken a life yet movie Susan has killed a man and probably would again.
You and Susan are very similar and that romantically works out for you both.
I think you and Susan are quite a match. Almost a perfect one.
Shadow and BoneI ship you with...
And, I'll try my best with this one
From what I know about Kaz, he's like Tommy Shelby from Peaky Blinders but like, somehow different. So, I do apologize if I get something wrong. But Tommy I can work with.
This is different from Susan as this time, opposites attract. Kaz, from what I can tell, is very cold and off-putting. But I do believe that the right person can bring out the best in him. He avoids people and often tries not the mingle and silence is key with him.
But I believe that even just spending time in a room with him, letting him work and just being in each other's presence, that is what makes this relationship worth while.
You'd bring out a side in him that he had forgotten was there and that is all that would matter.
Marvel
I ship you with...
Bucky Barnes
Ah, one Sergeant James B. Barnes reporting for duty.
Bucky's a good man. A little broken and in need of some TLC. I think you and Bucky can work through what problems you can together and honestly be the best thing that has happened to each other.
Give him time and he will give you time.
Honestly, Time will make this relationship stronger than anything that can be thrown your way.
I hope you liked it!
<3
A/N: I've done this before with Marvel ships but underneath, if you are interested, I've put my face casting for Bucky. It's just something I do to get in better touch with the character because I'm more used to my casting rather than the actual casting - but feel free to ignore it. I'm just prepping for when i start and drop my MCU fic.
Hi, could I please get a ship for Merlin and MCU? Pronouns are she/her. I'm majoring in Psychology. I love reading (sci-fi and fantasy), playing RPG games, playing board games, and bingeing tv shows. I'm a quiet person, but caring and sarcastic when you get to know me. I'm adventurous, smart, optimistic, determined, and logical. I'm a bit stubborn, sometimes bossy, and a perfectionist. I'm a INFJ, Virgo, and Neutral Good. Male or female ships! Thank you!
I am so sorry about how long this took and I am super excited to do it because I don't think anyone has asked for Merlin yet and I freaking love Merlin so much!
BBC MerlinI ship you with...
Morgana Pendragon
MY QUEEN! I love Morgana and she was the first person that popped into my head!
Morgana needs someone who matches her on a scale of stubbornness - I was gonna say intelligence but then I remembered that I have her end up in a relationship with Gwaine in my series, Everlast, so that doesn't add up lol.
I think not Evil Morgana needs someone who evens her out. She is very outspoken and not afraid to speak her mind and she needs someone who keeps a little more on the quiet side. She loves adventure and I think your personalities, while they may clash every once in a while, match enough for you two to work out just fine.
MCUI ship you with..
Tony Stark
The one and only. I'd like to think that Tony needs someone less extravagant than him in order to actually survive in a relationship. He is a very bold and proud man but he has a soft side.
He's a big nerd at heart, let's be real for a minute here.
I think you can even Tony out and show the entire world that he does indeed have a heart under all that pizzazz and showmanship.
hello, lovely writer :} may i have a ship with a (main) male character from narnia, please? about my person, well, apparently im an INFJ-A; zodiac's cancer and i am currently majoring in english and theology // my closest and dearest friends have often told me that they view me as a very deep yet dreamy person who carries a mysteriously fascinating nature, someone who has many hidden talents, and strong self-discipline, also a complete nerd with whom they feel quite comfortable to be around with as they believe that im a great listener (my analysis of it is that my chaotic energy unexplainably provides them with the right amount of warmth, madness, and insight to basically give birth to dancing stars around us as Nietsche oh-so-beautifully has put into words) // i love tea, i enjoy reading books more than anything, making coffee and painting on canvases make me feel at peace, i write long letters to my professors and far away living pals, my closet is full of oversized sweaters in winter and embroided blouses in summer, i adore spending time in the huge yards of my friend during any season, cooking soups is a wonderful occupation, i buy myself flowers every month (if not i look to pick them up myself) and i often talk to the stars outside my window and greet the moon every now and then with a mug of italian hot chocolate (this winter i've turnt into a huge sweet tooth somehow ._.) // i have round glasses, barely shoulder-length, dark brown hair, 165cm of height, and hazel eyes // i also like blood oranges, postcards, plants, sunflowers, sketching (which has lately become my go-to relaxation method together with making puzzles), pastel colors, riding the train, the smell after it has rained, campfires, warm bread, meditating, drying my own tea leaves and herbs, making jam (especially rose jam!), visiting the farmers' market, ... i try to lead a very romantic life with myself in the simplest ways, inspired by the illustrated messages of such as ghibli movies :} // what i do not really enjoy is taking my prescribed pills, observing my health occasionally deterior due to my laziness, encountering insensitive people, trying to escape from myself and finding comfort in an unauthentic version of me, being put on the spotlight no matter the occasion, impatience, people's opinionated views on education and child raising, cold lights, uncomfortable chairs, loneliness in a crowd, awkward silences (though i really appreciate the non-awkward silences), modern architecture without God as their aesthetic center, ... // if i had to describe myself in two simple words i'd go with brave and/but soft ._." ā”
Ah, another Narnia ask. Of course, I can write one for you! And I apologize over how long this took. Life has been nuts.
The Chronicles of Narnia
I ship you with...
Peter Pevensie
High King Peter. The Magnificent. That name carries a lot of weight. Especially for a lad as young as Peter was when he earned it.
I always saw Peter as falling for someone opposite to him. Someone who relies on intelligence while he used his strength. Someone who was off in space while he kept a level head.
A break from his insane and magical reality I guess.
Peter is very close with Lucy. That much is made very clear throughout the books and the films. And when I read your information, the first thing that came to mind was how well you would have gotten along with Lucy. That, for Peter, is the most solidifying thing in a relationship: he has to be with someone who gets along with his favourite person.
The romantic lifestyle you lived that you've described to me is one that I think, and while you wouldn't think it, is one Peter would love to have. The life he would want to live when he isn't the High King of Narnia.
I genuinely think you and Peter would make a great match. I think you'd give him that break he truly and desperately needs. And offer him the support and love he deserves.
Plus you get to be BFFs with Lucy so there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.
I hope you liked it! And again, I'm sorry it took so long!
Henlo! R u still doing Narnia ships? If not feel free to ignore this :D
I'm an Aries, Neutral Good alignment, and Slytherin. To strangers and acquaintances I'm quiet and serious, but those who really know me know that I'm talkative and that I can tease people. I'm the sort of person who would rather engage in a verbal fight than a physical fight (I'm really short and weak lol), I'm quite good at roasting people to lol. I love discussing things like social issues and politics with my friends, I think it's healthy to do that once in a while. I'm quite sassy, sarcastic, overthinker, and optimistic. My friends say that I'm smart and kind tho.
Since I'm not in any sports, I'm very focused on my studies. Academically, I'm more of a "jack of all trades, master of none", but I prefer subjects leaning towards the Social Sciences and languages.
I love reading, writing, dancing, and music. I love learning different languages too, aside from my native language and English, I can speak a bit of Mandarin and I'm learning Danish too.
Other trivia about me:
- can play flute (a bit) and ukulele
- Have asthma
- I love dresses and skirts and boots and long socks
- Mostly sing off-key
- Weird, like i make weird motions and sounds at home
- POC
- Very hard time making and understanding puns and jokes
- Not even 5ft š¤”
Lol almost forgot to add I'm straight (am female)
Anyways have a great day and stay safe!
Salamat, thank you, č°¢č°¢, tak du!
Oh course I can do one for you! and I am super sorry over how long it took to get it done. Life has been a little crazy.
The Chronicles of Narnia
I ship you with....
Edmund Pevensie
Edmund, as we've all come to learn, is a very complicated person who only grows with time. I think the similarities between the two of you really complement each other and, in cases like this, it is better to be similar than have the opposites attract.
I've always seen Edmund as the wiser of the Sons of Adam. Perhaps it is his cleverness or his wit. But either way, I've always seen him as the brains to Peter's brawn - even though Susan is far more intelligent. I think you and Edmund share a lot of pastimes but you do have different ones, which is always great.
You and Edmund could totally get into a roast fest and most of it would most definitely be targeted towards Peter on Edmund's part.
Like with all the other character requests I have done, I always go with what instantly comes to my mind, and for you, Edmund was a clear choice. He can be brash and a bit harsh at times but I genuinely think you two are a good match.
I hope you liked it! And, again, I am so sorry over how long this took.
I am currently taking on requests for anyone on my character list but i will especially write things for my current hyper fixations, which happen to be: Merlin, Thorin Oakenshield, Prince Caspian, The Doctor (9, 10, 11 and 12), Killian Jones and Cassian Andor.
For those who have requested things, i am so sorry it has taken so long for me to get to them. I have just been super busy but i will get right on them!
so if you have a fic request, let me know!
for those who are new, here is a link to my character list!
