NOTES: I had to give Ted another son bc I couldn't suspend belief enough to imagine smut with Eric Garcia. Also i'm in my evan peters horn looking forward to Tron friday.
SUMMARY: Following Ted's post-fisting instructions, you go upstairs and fuck his oldest son, your bf, Tate Garcia.
WARNINGS: 18+ degradation, PIV, thigh fucking, cream pie, dark antics from Ted, voyeruism, cucking, jacking off
happy kinktober
It didn't even occur to you to go upstairs and go to sleep, or better yet, to leave the Garcia house altogether. You were going to do exactly what the Mayor told you to do.
You got in bed with Tate after his father fucked you with a beer bottle and fisted you open.
"Hey," you whispered, facing him. He was asleep on his side.
"Mm," he grunted as a greeting. You reached for his dick and squeezed it, then felt it harden and got turned on all over again.
"The one time you wanna fuck is when I'm trying to sleep," he mumbled. The irony was that Tate's cock was at least as big as his dad's. It was just about the only thing he was good for.
You turned away from him and pushed your bare ass against his boxers, feeling him harden further against you. Your heart was still pounding from the encounter with his father. you didn't expect to sleep a wink.
"Fine," he whispered. He put his arm over you and slid his hand between your legs. When he felt how wet you were, he froze. "Jesus, babe."
He groaned and pressed his hard dick against your ass, then he lifted your thigh, put his cock between your legs, and slid right into your gaping cunt.
It felt good, having a nice, warm dick inside you. It felt better than his father's cold, bony hand. But it didn't fill you up after all that. Not at all.
He paused all the way in your pussy, then withdrew his cock. His cock-head prodded around between your thighs. He slid into you again.
"Fuck, I'm still drunk. Can't even find your cunt."
Your chest was hot at his words, and you were too embarrassed to tell him he was already inside you. He took it out again, then slid his cock between the tighter sleeve made by your thighs and vulva. It was snug in comparison to your wrecked pussy after what his dad had done to you.
He groped your tits and fucked your thighs, and his dick was rubbing your clit just right.
When you came, your body spasmed.
"I'm conna come," he breathed. "Gonna come right here."
"Okay," you replied.
"Really?" he asked, fucking your thighs.
"Yeah," you agreed.
"Fuck yeah," he breathed.
When he put his hand around front, his tip slid against his hand and he realized he wasn't even in your cunt.
"What the fuck," He mumbled to himself. He turned you over on your back so he could try to get it right.
You opened your legs. In the moonlight, he found your cunt. And then he slid in, and his brows knitted in confusion.
He asked, "Were you always this..." and his voice trailed off.
"What?" you asked with your face burning.
"Nothin'," he mumbled.
"You're drunk," you told him.
"Yeah," he agreed.
"I feel like you're normally bigger."
He laughed. He took his dick out, held it in his hand. "Looks about right," he said. He was big and stiff. It was no skinny dick.
He slid back into you and swirled his hips, making you hot in the chest at how roomy it was."What'd you do? Use one of those big dongs?"
Downstairs, his father was listening and beating his meat with your panties in his fist. He had the room bugged and could hear it all clear as day.
Tate was equal parts confused, amazed, and frustrated. He slid his fingers into your cunt along with his dick.
His phone dinged with a text from an unrecognized number:
we stuffed ur girl with 2 cocks after u left. both in the snatch. sorry man, figure u got a right to know.
He wouldn't have believed it, except for what his dick was feeling, which was almost nothing. However, the image only turned him on.
"You need two dicks now?" He asked.
"Why, is your dad awake?" you retorted.
He groaned, his hips sped up, and his dick made humiliating sounds in your pussy until he came.
Downstairs, his dad came, too--right into your panties. Then, he brought your panties upstairs full of his cum and hung them on the doorknob of his son's bedroom.
✧˚ · . a collaboration between @navybrat817 and sgt-seabass
I just wanna see you bleed. Open you and set you free. (x)
pairing — bucky barnes x fem!reader
w/c — 9.7k
this is a dark fic. 18+ only.
listening to —♫disaster
part of the Vengeance AU
previous part - 𝑬𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅
warnings — bucky barnes is going through it, dark fic, the reader is having a hard time mentally (.... totally not self inserting heh), violence, slapping, spanking, use of a gun to threaten, non-consensual connotations and threats (nothing actually happens), mild mention of blood and injury, captivity, forced drugging via injection
a/n — sorry this took so long. depression is a bitch. thank you navy for putting up with my delays!
The thing about love is that it comes with risks. And the biggest risk of all is loss, for a heart that does not yearn for another never truly knows the meaning of catastrophic loss until grief visits them.
Love was still worth it to Bucky. Even with his wrenching heart and endless tears, the tenderness he shared with you was something that no one could steal or decimate. While the assailants had trashed your shared home, they could never take the memories - the feeling of your deft fingers brushing across his skin, the bright smiles you’d gift him, and the unwavering silent support that always held him upright.
Bucky was a man because you motivated him to be his best self. He was no longer a ghost, a nightmare, a mirage of misery - he was human.
You were gone. And there would be nothing stopping him from getting you back.
It had been three days since you’d been taken, and frustratingly, Bucky felt no closer to finding you than the day when he’d first found the ruins of the apartment. He’d moved back into the tower with Alpine, taking up refuge in his old compound apartment. It was kept the same, like he’d never left. And he felt the same as when he’d lived there last – lost.
The whole team had become involved in finding you. You were family to all of them. And no one gets away with fucking with the family of the Avengers.
Bucky sighed and impatiently tapped his foot against the floor as he waited in the meeting room with Steve, Natasha, and Sam. Tony had been working on a reconstruction of what happened in the apartment since the security cameras were somehow turned off before the assailant’s arrival.
It was a planned hit; that much was clear. But they needed the rest of the details of what happened to know what they were looking at.
The room was silent. What could anyone say that hadn’t already been said? Bucky’s friends had already assured him they’d get you back safely, but those were empty promises said just to stop him from throwing himself off the top of the compound.
Bucky stared at the blank white wall ahead of him while his mind spiralled. This was his fault. If you were dead, that blood was on his hands. He should have known of the threat – had some inkling that this was coming. But he was completely blind-sighted. There was no indication that there was an incoming attack.
“Move the table to the side so we have room,” Tony commanded as he entered, his usual quips missing – quips that always made you laugh and smile, brightening the room with your aura.
“Hello to you too, Tony,” Sam said, assisting Bucky and Steve in pushing the meeting room table to the side so there was some floor space for Tony’s visualisation tool.
“Do you think she’s alive? Could she have survived the attack?” Were the first words out of Bucky’s mouth, his voice strained from the amount of crying he’d been doing.
“Yeah, I think she’s alive. Are you sure you want to see this, Barnes? It’s… It’s pretty brutal, even for your standards,” Tony sniped, earning a stern look from Steve. Bucky didn’t care, though; it was a fair enough jab when he’d been the one to kill Tony’s parents.
“Real smooth, Tony,” Natasha scoffed, crossing her arms.
Bucky set the awkward air aside. They weren’t going to get anywhere otherwise. “I need to see it.”
“Maybe you should wait outside, Buck—” Steve started, but Bucky raised his hand to shut him up.
“Don’t coddle me. I need to see it.”
Steve just put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze while Tony set up his small projection device.
Nothing could have prepared Bucky for the image that greeted him. There you were, or at least, an apparition of you. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he held himself back. What he couldn’t stop were the tears that welled in his eyes. What if this was the last time he ever saw you? You already looked like a ghost in the odd blue hue of the technology.
Bucky gulped, his breaths coming out thick as you started moving from the bedroom to the shower. It played out like a macabre movie. Three assailants entered the apartment through the front door.
“They had keys?” Natasha asked, and Tony nodded in response.
Sam partially looked away when the assault began, Natasha and Steve’s faces hardening while Bucky had tears tracking down his cheeks. You fought hard, and Bucky couldn’t feel any prouder. You were his light – his fire, and you fought with every morsel of energy you had.
Tony was right – the ordeal was brutal and cruel. These men didn’t just kidnap you; they tormented you. This was personal.
“Any forensics?” Steve asked, his voice shaky.
“None. Whoever they are, they’re professionals,” Tony leant against the table. “And they clearly have a vendetta. Any enemies that stand out, Barnes?”
“Hydra is always top of the list.” Just the mention of the name had everyone in the room shuddering. Hydra had already done so much damage.
“Hydra fell when S.H.I.E.L.D did. They’re gone,” Sam reclined against the wall, hand rubbing nervously over his jaw, the same spot Rumlow had got a good hit on him during their fight at the Triskelion.
“You’re naive if you think that would get rid of them.” Natasha walked up to the projection, zooming in on the word you’d written on the ground. Blonde. “Although I don’t remember any of our known enemies being blonde.”
“Pierce was blonde.” Steve suggested.
Tony shook his head. “He was grey. And I highly doubt he’d be breaking into an apartment, seeing as he’s got a bullet-sized hole in his chest. Plus, he was an old fucker.”
Bucky forced himself to watch the whole recreation, eyes not straying for a moment as he searched for anything he was missing. It was a carefully executed but merciless attack. Tony was right; it seemed you’d survive physically, but what about your mind?
Bucky could hardly bear to think about what they were doing with you now they had you alone.
With you passed out on the floor, Bucky watched as the men bundled you up in a sheet to carry your bloody mess of a body out in. “There were no drag marks?”
Tony shrugged. “Nope. They carried her.”
“Did no neighbours report anything?”
“It was early morning, so most had already left for work, and anyone who did see something aren’t coming forward. People these days aren’t keen on being a snitch since that puts a target on their backs,” Sam delivered sadly. To a degree, Bucky understood, but at the same time, he wanted to question every person in the damn building.
Realistically, his efforts would be better placed searching through viable intelligence sources. The more reliable the information, the better. These guys would have had to make some noise somewhere, and Bucky intended to find where.
“I’ll ask Maria to get the analysts onto where they might have gone. They’ll check every car that was spotted in the area if they have to. And we’ll see what we can get off the surrounding cell towers. If we’re lucky, they pinged off one of them. They can’t have just disappeared with her,” Natasha’s voice turned clinical. It was easier to be strategic without the emotional strings attached.
Steve nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Check all private flights and airspace as well. I expect they’ve left the country and gone somewhere harder to track. The fact they went to this effort and didn’t kill her outright means they have a use for her, which means she’s still alive.”
“Until that use runs out,” Bucky cut Steve off, his jaw twinging with how hard he clenched his teeth. “Then they’ll kill her.”
“We’ll find her before then, Buck.”
“We have to. She’s taken my heart with her.”
You’d been lucky in your life that you’d been sheltered from physical pain. You’d known grief, sadness, all the usual trials of life. But this level of absolute anguish was new.
You were thankful you’d gone this long not knowing what it felt like to fear an impending death.
What even was death? An endless nothing? A light at the end of the tunnel? A world where you’re reunited with all those souls that had already left? Either way, it was the cessation of suffering. You can’t suffer when you don’t exist.
Days had passed since your capture, and a routine had set in. In your dank, mossy-smelling cell, you ate, stretched, slept, shit, and brushed your teeth - a macabre rinse and repeat that had your mind dulling. You prided yourself in being creative, so having no stimuli apart from grey walls and odd smells was a special kind of torture.
Your captors left you alone for the most part. You only saw them when they delivered meals and your toothbrush, and even then, sometimes, they’d just slide the items through a small hatch in the bottom of the door, expecting you to return the items promptly.
Damien or Maddox would often leave with some snide remark, while Kage never said anything.
The thought of fighting back had crossed your mind, although you couldn’t do much with them watching, the blinking red light of a camera in the corner of your room a constant reminder that you were not alone.
Bucky would be closing in by now, right? Each time you heard steps coming to your enclosure, a morsel of hope would flourish like a blooming flower. And each time, those beautiful flowers had their heads sliced off. The disappointment was clear on your face each time, and a small whine would escape, normally ending in you devolving into a pit of tears.
Crying was the only solace.
As the days had passed, you began to fear the opening of the door, because you expected death with his scythe and billowing black mist to be there waiting to cut off your head, like the way your hope had been deflowered.
Today was the same as all the others. Pain, tears, and acute loneliness all present. You sat on your cot with your legs to your chest, bandaged feet resting on the mattress so you could cry against your knees. Your wounds were healing slowly, bloody bandages changed by Kage each day, while your heart continued to break.
The wall vibrated subtly as music began playing upstairs, the reverberations traveling all the way down to your cell. You were underground, that much you had gathered. After your dinner, you would hear the music begin to play. You weren’t sure what they were doing up there, but you never heard any additional voices, so you assumed your captors were alone. Although, there could easily be a thick layer of concrete separating your roof from their floor, so you just might not be able to hear it.
All you did know was the music normally meant it was time to try and sleep. You had no sunlight, so you had to rely on the meals and music as your clock. You could have an opposite sleeping schedule for all you knew, but the men never said anything of it, so you assumed your intuition was right.
With a heavy sigh, you lay down, covered in an oversized t-shirt and cotton panties. It was cold, but with nothing more than a thin blanket, so you had no choice but to shiver and bear it.
The vibrations in the wall made a white noise that filled the room, and you preferred that over the silence. You couldn’t hear the music, so you liked to try to imagine what song it might be based on the tempo.
You smiled to yourself as you placed your hand against the wall. Whatever it was, you knew Bucky would hate it. Deep bass beats were never his style. While you liked to imagine your boyfriend as John Wick, fighting along to electronic music, you knew the reality was far more grim.
Thinking of Bucky, your eyes started to get heavy, and you slowly fell asleep.
It wasn’t a peaceful slumber, but it was rest - something you tried to get every chance you could. You didn’t know when you’d need your strength, so you tried to reserve it.
And as it turned out, a situation requiring your strength was around the corner much sooner than you had expected.
The door to your cell swung open, and the loud sound had you shooting up with a squeak and wide eyes, no remnants of sleep in your mind as adrenaline surged through your veins.
Nothing could have prepared you for the sight you’d be met with.
It was Damien who spoke first as they entered. “We caught ourselves a new pet. I have to say, this one seems much less fuckable than you.”
“Bucky,” you gasped, mostly in disbelief.
It wasn’t the rescue you’d dreamed of. Bucky hadn’t come in guns blazing and a smile of relief on his face.
No, Bucky was slumped, his metal shoulder being carried by Maddox and the other by Damien, while his legs dragged across the floor behind him and his arms were secured behind his back. He was dressed in his tactical gear like he’d come with the intention to save you. His face was bloodied and ashen, his hair sickly sticking to his forehead, and to your horror, there was a muzzle placed over the lower half of his face. You’d seen a picture of Bucky from when he was a soldier when you’d accidentally walked into a briefing room in the compound, his face scattered among others you didn’t recognise. But seeing him like that in the flesh was something else entirely.
You jumped up from the bed, ready to run to him, but Kage was by your side before you could act. He placed his hand on your collarbone, warning you to stay in place. “Your face is priceless.”
You couldn’t even feel the pain in your feet, as if the wounds were never there, as you whimpered at the sight of your lover.
“Bucky, are you alright? Bucky. Oh god.” You tried to move, but Kage’s hand gripped your forearm painfully, his digits digging in and leaving divots. Bucky tried to speak beneath the mask, but only muffled sounds came out. “No, please, don’t hurt him.”
“Bit late for that, don’t you think?” Maddox grinned, the pride clear as day on his face. “The mutt put up a fight, I’ll give it that. But it failed. That must really suck for you.”
They spoke like he wasn’t even a man. Not even a dog. Just an annoyance - a hindrance.
Damien and Maddox dumped Bucky on his knees a few steps from you. And that’s when he finally looked up. It was like he hadn’t wanted to accept that was your voice he heard, but once he set eyes on you, that was it.
The dams broke, and both of you resolved into tears. “No, this isn’t real. This can’t be happening.”
“Oh, it’s happening.” Damien kicked Bucky’s back, sending him lurching forward, his cheek painfully hitting the concrete floor. The pained sounds that came from your boyfriend would haunt you for the rest of your life.
“Stop it!” You yelled, Bucky’s whimpers too much for you to handle. He was trying so desperately to speak, to move, but they’d beaten him badly and secured his metal arm away with vibranium cuffs.
It didn’t stop him from trying though. Bucky rose to his feet, swinging his weight around so he could roundhouse kick towards Maddox and Damien. Maddox was faster though, pushing Damien out of the way and catching Bucky’s leg.
There was a sick crunch when Maddox tripped Bucky’s stable left leg, his body buckling to the floor while Maddox held his right leg, allowing the joint at his hip to fold into an odd position before Bucky hit the floor on his side. He withered with a pained groan, while Damien took the chance to kick him in the stomach. It was like watching the most morbid film play out in front of you, and all you wanted to do was hold Bucky and tell him it was going to be okay. But the thing was, you never lied to him. And you had no plan to start now.
You tried desperately to wrench yourself from Kage’s grip, but instead he yanked your back to his chest, placing his arm across your belly so you were held uncomfortably against him. “He failed you. Do you think he still thinks this is all worth it? Or do you think he should have just left you to rot?”
It was the most Kage had ever spoken to you, as if Bucky’s mere presence brought out a vitriol he kept hidden.
You shook your head, desperate to reject the baseless accusations. Even with his mouth covered, you could see in his expression alone the love Bucky held for you. You would never stop believing in him, even in death. “He hasn’t failed me,“ you gritted out, tears tracking down your cheeks. “He could never fail me.”
A sense of realisation took over you, the cogs turning as you looked upon your beaten lover. You’d wished for him to rescue you, to take you away from the pain and shield you from any further torment. But in doing so, you’d denied that Bucky was vulnerable - that he was the human you so dearly loved - made of flesh and blood and so dearly mortal. By placing him on the pedestal of a hero, you denied him his sensitivities, his feelings. You’d made him impuissant through your view of him as an impregnable force. You forgot that he is but a thing of atoms and material, so easily broken.
It was due to your expectations that he lay on the ground before you, bleeding and crying. Because he knew you were waiting for him. And here he was - just not in the way you had hoped. Now, hope was but a bird with broken wings, ready for death and the conclusion of existence. It was time for it to be put out of its acute misery. And it was time for you to mature and take responsibility for your future.
“The only person who can save me is myself. It’s my path to take, not his,” your words came out shuddered, your hand raising to cover your mouth to try and hide your sob. It did little to muffle the sound as your eyes met the familiar cerulean blues. “Bucky. It’s fine.”
Damien pulled the muzzle from his face, and Bucky allowed a deep breath for what seemed like the first time in hours. “You have me, just let her go.”
Maddox laughed, shaking his head as he ruffled Bucky’s hair. “Trying to be noble, huh?” His fingers looped in the sweat-drenched strands, roughly pulling Bucky’s head back as he whimpered. “Do we look like we’re going to let her go?”
“She’s innocent in this, please,” Bucky begged, blood trickling down from his hairline as he squirmed on the cold floor. It was a painful, pitiful sight. “Keep me, but let her go.”
“Why would we when we can have some fun? She’s so pretty when she cries. The perfect toy for us to play with,” Kage husked, the hand on your stomach starting to dip lower towards your dignity.
You slapped his hand, an action which gained you a violent response. Kage threw you to your knees, the impact causing your bones to quiver and your cries to fill the room. You had to be strong, you had to be strong - the mantra didn’t help much as Bucky snarled protectively. “You touch her, and I’ll fucking kill you. I swear I’ll–”
“You keep running that mouth of yours, and it’s her we’ll punish,” Maddox gripped Bucky’s chin between his fingers, before spitting in his face.
“Please, I’m begging you. She’s just a normal girl, she’s innocent–”
“She’s not going to be so innocent when she has our cocks shoved down her throat.” Damien approached you, eyes raking your barely covered form. You stunk after days of not bathing, but that seemed like the least of their concerns.
“I can see why you picked her. She’s so much fun to have around.” Maddox forced Bucky’s viewline to you, arching his head on an awkward angle with the fingers tangled in his locks.
“You don’t own her,” Bucky rasped. “No one does.”
Maddox hummed with a shake of his head. ”That’s where you’re wrong. We all have our masters. Now we’re hers.”
"I will fucking kill you," Bucky snarled, trying to get off the floor, trying so desperately to fight. But he was easily subdued by Maddox in his weakened state.
Damien turned to your boyfriend with a smirk. "Not before we fill up each of her holes. So why don't you sit back and enjoy the show? Be a good boy now. Wouldn't want to have to muzzle you… again."
"We're going to enjoy breaking her," Maddox teased, his face getting close to Bucky’s, a staring contest of will beginning between the two. A contest that Bucky quickly lost when Maddox punched him in the gut. ”While you have your own appeal, I don’t fuck mutts.”
It was hard to process the scene playing out in front of you - the taunting, the threats, the hurt. It was too much to bear. You just wanted to be in Bucky’s arms again and have him tell you it was all okay.
But no, you had to be strong. “Please, don’t hurt him anymore. I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want.”
Kage held you firm, his free hand reaching up from behind to grab your jaw painfully. He didn’t speak, but you could feel his hot huff of breath against your ear, the remnants of a growl in it.
“You’ll do whatever we want regardless,” Damien commented, searching your face and soaking up all the emotion he could find.
Maddox left Bucky battered on the ground, but not without one more kick, this time to the underside of his jaw. Bucky’s head snapped back, a crack sounding as his teeth slammed together in the forced movement.
You screamed, Kage and Damien’s hands beginning to roam across your body, feeling you like you were theirs. But it was like you couldn’t even see the three men anymore - just Bucky. Your vision had tunnelled to the focus on the one thing you cared about.
“Bucky! Are you alright? Bucky, please!” You couldn’t look away as his head lolled sickly, blood pouring from his mouth and nose.
The hands keep moving over you, nausea roiling in your gut with each passing moment. But you still only focussed on Bucky. “Bucky, please. Bucky. You’ve got to get out of here. Somehow. Just go, please.”
The cell door was cracked open. He could logically make a run for it. But you knew he wouldn’t, not in his current state, and not without you. Maybe Steve was on his way? But you knew Bucky wouldn’t look so crestfallen if help was coming.
“Please, Bucky.” You cried, not even sure what you were asking for at this point, all you could do was scream his name.
The more you yelled for him, the more you chanted his name like the only prayer you knew, the more the world began to warble.
Bucky’s form began to waver, as did the rest of the room. Maddox, Damien and Kage had frozen in their assault, their skin rippling as your breath suddenly fell short.
What was happening? You couldn’t scream for Bucky anymore - you couldn’t do anything, as if your mouth had been glued shut.
As your tears fell and sobs bubbled from your throat, the world dissolved.
The nightmare was ending, allowing leeway for the real horrors to become apparent.
You woke for real this time with a jolt, your sounds muffled by the tape over your lips. You were sobbing just like you had been in your dream, and as you took stock of the room you quickly realised Bucky wasn’t here. It had been a horrible nightmare.
What was real, was Maddox towering over you, a roll of tape discarded on the ground and his gun to your head. He looked the angriest you’d ever seen, salivating and almost frothing at the mouth. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
The tears started falling faster as you screamed against the tape, but it did little to quell Maddox. He forced each end of the tape down, the gun in his hand coldly pressing against your cheek.
“Say his name again, I dare you. I'm not going to cut your tongue out. I'll fucking rip it out,” he growled, his words mouthed against your face and over your bound lips. His spit smeared over your skin, the heat of it warming where the metal of the gun had cooled.
All you could smell, see and hear was him. It was an overwhelming sensation that had you wanting to escape.
You writhed, but you couldn’t get away from him as he caged you in, kissing over your mouth again in a show of control, not endearment. He could take what he wanted from you whenever he wanted. You screamed and squirmed, but Maddox held you in place before ripping the tape off, allowing you to finally breathe in the musky basement air. “This fucking mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.”
“W-What did I—“ Your heart nearly broke through your ribcage with how hard it was beating as Maddox forced the barrel of his handgun into your mouth, the metal sitting against your tongue and leaving a horrible taste.
The struggle stopped, and you looked into Maddox’s eyes. The malice was pertifying. It wasn’t the same look he’d had during the assault in your apartment; no. It was worse. He was going to kill you.
His thumb moved in one swift motion to click the safety off, his finger resting on the trigger. “Say goodbye.”
You closed your eyes, fear clutching your heart and what felt like concrete in your lungs. You didn’t want Maddox’s face to be the last thing you saw, so you thought of when you and Bucky had adopted Alpine.
She had been found on the streets as a stray, only a year old with matted hair and a little injured paw. You’d both fallen in love with her, and nursed her into the ball of chaotic floof she was today. You thought of the moment where you first brought her home. She stayed in her carrier after the door had opened, too scared to venture out. So you and Bucky sat on the floor, cuddling and talking while Alpine slowly came out, before sitting next to you both. It was so peaceful. Such a small moment changed the trajectory of your life. It was those pockets of happiness you cherished the most.
You waited for the bang, the flash, the quick pain before the nothingness. But it didn’t come.
Instead, you heard rushed steps and yells before Maddox was hauled off you, the brunette slipping the safety back on as he let the other two pull him back.
“What the fuck?” Damien snapped, a commotion starting.
But it was like water was in your ears as you stared up at the ceiling from your bed, the chain secured around your ankle rattling with the way your body couldn’t stop shaking. Your arms covered your torso, and it took you what felt like forever to open your eyes.
“She was calling for him! For that bastard!” Maddox yelled, and it was then you turned your head to look at him.
“What, so you were going to kill her? Mads! Stop! We just got her!” Damien grabbed Maddox by the shoulders, shaking him like it would bring him to his senses.
"One simple fucking rule. Don't ask to go back to him. She was wailing like a fucking banshee."
Kage was the only controlled one, ushering Damien out of the way so he could take Maddox’s face into his hands. “You’re not back there. You’re not being compared to him, not being tested on. Stop. You’re here, and you almost just killed her.”
“She. Called. For. Him,” Maddox said through gritted teeth.
Damien glanced over at you, and it made you curl a little closer to the wall. "She didn't mean to, Mads. You know she didn't. Just breathe. Come on.”
It didn’t stop Maddox from spitting on the ground, his breaths coming out in adrenaline fueled shudders. “That piece of shit. I bet he bragged to her. I bet she fucking knows everything he did and is playing stupid.” With Kage holding him, his sightline turned to you. ”You’re pretending like you have no idea what he’s done, aren’t you? You dumb fucking bitch!”
“You know that’s not what’s happening,” Kage quickly reasoned with Maddox’s face still between his palms. It was clear there was a brother-like bond between the three of them. It would be nice, if the context of the situation didn’t exist. If anything, it made you more scared of them.
The fear had your body feeling frail, and it took you a few tries before you could sit up on your cot. “W-Whatever I did… I’m sorry. I don’t k-know what’s happening.”
Even you were caught off guard with the weakness in your voice, but the apology did nothing to appease Maddox. In fact, it incited the flame again. He broke free of Kage’s hold, and you didn’t have time to defend yourself before he smacked you hard across the face, the sound resonating like a sick echo in the cell.
The pain came a few seconds later, a sharp sting spreading across your face as you sobbed.
“You fucking bitch. You think this is funny, don’t you? Playing the innocent act just so you can fucking laugh at me once I’m gone.” He was trying to goad you into something you weren’t. You wore no mask, obscured no part of yourself. You were just you. And in a world where so many people lied and deceived, you could understand where the line of thought had come from. But Maddox couldn’t be more wrong about you.
What was it he had against Bucky anyway? There was clearly history you were missing, some big piece of the puzzle that had been hidden.
You didn’t get a chance to respond before Damien was tugging him back, taking the gun from him and pulling him away. “Mads, you’re triggered. That’s enough. You’re not yourself.”
For a moment, you could swear there were unshed tears in Maddox’s eyes, but didn’t get the chance to tell before Damien had pulled him from the room, leaving you alone with Kage.
There was a long silence for a moment, just your cries as your hand rested on your throbbing cheek, with Kage standing by in thought. He looked to you, his icy stare not helping you calm down. “I’m going to have to punish you.”
You could still hear Maddox yelling as you rubbed your cheek, and when Maddox’s voice finally faded you curled your knees up to your chest, your sobs shaking you. Maddox would have killed you if they hadn’t intervened, but now you were going to be punished. It was cruel. “What did I do?”
“You broke a rule. You called for him. Subconscious or not, every part of you has to learn the consequences.” Kage rolled up his sleeves, crossing his arms. It was clear his conviction was settled, and there would be no point bartering. “First, you’re going to shower. You’ve pissed yourself.”
Fresh tears filled your eyes when you looked down and realised Kage wasn’t lying. The sheets stuck uncomfortably to your legs and panties, the hem of your shirt soaked. You weren’t even sure when it happened, having been so caught up in the nightmare and then Maddox’s rage. Your fingers gripped the edge of the mattress, head hanging so you didn’t have to look at Kage.
Part of you wasn’t even sure if you were humiliated. They’d stripped you so bare you didn’t have much left, not even the dignity that would be hurt from something like this. More than anything, you cursed yourself for not being braver.
You had to hold your own if you were going to survive.
Words failed you when Kage took your arm to stand you up, and you didn’t say a word as he released your chains started to lead you from the room.
It was a slow walk as you hobbled on your injured feet, but it was clear Kage had no intention of carrying you as he walked a few steps ahead. He’d let go of his hold, so confident that you’d follow him that he didn’t even look back. You knew he’d overpower you without even breaking a sweat if you tried anything, and you didn’t have the energy to fight.
You were surprised to see the underground was more than just your room, with a small hallway connecting you to a large shower room. You assumed there must be more cells, because there were multiple shower heads and a few random lockers. Almost as if it was a prisoner gym shower. It was odd, and you cautiously stepped forward.
Kage just ushered you towards the shower, crossing his arms as he watched you limp onto the tiled surface. You went to take off your bandages, but he cleared his throat and shook his head. Flustered, you moved to your shirt and underwear instead, turning away from him as you stripped bare and dumped the soiled clothing on the floor.
You cautiously stepped forward to turn the shower on, shuddering when the cold water began pouring out. There was only one tap, and no indication that the water was getting warmer, so you turned back to your captor. “There’s no hot water?”
There was no response from Kage, just a stare that told you all you needed to know, as if he was silently saying ‘get on with it’.
You shivered as you stood under the cold stream. When the water washed over your face, it was like you were back in your apartment all over again, and you let out a panicked gasp before stepping back.
The way your body shook wasn’t only from the cold.
With a bated breath, you glanced back at Kage. But he was no closer. He wasn’t going to pull you out, going to attack you, it seemed. The danger still loomed, memories of your assault fresh in your mind.
You returned to the water, washing yourself off as you could feel Kage’s gaze burning into you, as if he was studying each of your movements. He finally moved when the water shut itself off, pointing to a grey towel that was the same dull colour as the rest of the basement.
The last remaining water droplets blinked from your vision as you stepped forward, taking the towel and beginning to dry off. You glanced around, frowning when you saw there were no fresh clothes.
“Uhm… clothes?” You asked hopefully, to which Kage shook his head. It wasn’t surprising, but it was upsetting.
As you ran the towel across your skin, you couldn’t rid of the nagging question that was plaguing your mind. “Why didn’t you just let him kill me?”
“He doesn’t need the guilt,” Kage finally spoke, but his answer only made your brows furrow.
“Why would he feel guilty for getting rid of someone who doesn’t matter?” It was conflicting information. They’d said you were nothing while in your apartment, and had treated you as such. But of course, you weren’t given an answer. Instead, Kage began leading you back to your room, your waterlogged bandages making it hard to walk. “What’s my punishment?”
Kage doesn’t answer, instead leaving you alone in your cell. “Strip the bed. I’ll be back.”
You gently rubbed your cheek where Maddox slapped you as you stared at the open door. You could run, but that would just worsen the situation. And you were in no condition to make it far.
Your gaze shifted to the blinking red light in the corner, staring into the black lens before snapping out of it and beginning to strip the bed as you were told. You kept replaying the events in your head, but it just didn’t make sense. You didn’t know why Maddox was so furious, and why Kage and Damien stopped him before he did any real damage. There was clearly something you were missing, but you were too fatigued to notice.
You used the sheets to soak up any remaining moisture from the mattress, which was covered with some sort of dark waterproof fabric. Unsure of what else to do, you placed the sheets by the bed.
With the sheets on the floor, you sat next to them on the cold concrete, waiting until Kage came back in with fresh bedding. He held it out to you, waiting for you to approach him with an air of impatience. You hoped your punishment was a simple as making the bed, but you knew you were in for worse at the hands of these men.
It didn’t take Kage commanding you to put the fresh sheets on the bed, his eyes not leaving you for a moment. He let out a hum when you finished, before taking a seat. “Come here.”
You let out a shaky breath before you approached him. There was something so ominous about the blue shine to his eyes, like a full moon bearing its magnetic energy onto you. You couldn’t help but feel pulled towards him, like your legs moved before you could even think. When you got close enough, Kage took your wrist into his grip. There was a beat of silence for a moment before he yanked you down. You yelped as you fell, your stomach hitting his thighs as he bent you over his knees. It was a humiliating position. As if they hadn’t caused you enough shame.
As naked as the day you were born, you lay across his legs, your ass raised, and shoulders slumped. There was no escape. You were under no illusion that there was no way you could reasonably get out without help. And without Bucky, or any of your friends, you were stuck.
You felt as if you hadn’t slept at all, and tiredness nipped at the back of your eyes as you resigned yourself in his lap. He seemed pleased, a near silent grunt sounding as he rubbed circles over the globes of your ass.
When the first slap landed, you yelped, a sharp pain on your ass from the impact of his palm.
“One.” You heard him count under his breath, before the second spank hit. “Two.” Tears gathered in your eyes, small droplets hitting the ground below as the third hit landed. “Three.”
“Why?” You croaked out. “Why are you doing this?”
“Four.” Kage uttered, another slap hitting you and causing your body to jolt. Four. The counting continued despite your pleas, the pain worsening with each hit. He wasn’t holding back, and the pain began to elevate to the point where you felt as if your bones may shatter. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
“Please, I don’t understand. I’m sorry- I’m s-sorry I said his name. But I didn’t do it on purpose,” your words are mottled with sobs, and you turned back to look at him despite the way you had coiled around his thighs. “I don’t understand. Why do you hate him?”
Kage’s icy glare met yours. In just a look alone he conveyed so much emotion, far more than words could ever express. There was anger and hurt all broiled up in a stew of self-pity. Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine. His spanks didn’t stop, not even when your cries resounded off the walls like a ghoulish orchestra, your begs garbled with the agony coursing through you.
“Thirty,” he coldly said, his hand once against slapping against your abused ass. When he brought up his hand for another hit, he stopped. On his palm was little dots of blood. You whimpered at the sight of it, and his eyes narrowed. He’d been hitting you so hard he’d broken skin with the impact.
“Please, why? What’s going on?” You lamented, growing weary of his silence. “Just tell me. Why do you hate him? What did he do?”
Kage hit you again, more aggressive this time. You howled in pain as he held you still. His breaths came out in a huff as he calmed himself down. “Don’t act dumb. You’re his girlfriend. You know what he’s done.”
“I don’t!” You rebutted. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Kage’s steel blue eyes flashed with something dangerous, his hand rubbing circles on your skin and smearing your blood across your flesh. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not.” You were genuine, and Kage’s eyes narrowed as he considered you. “I’m sure you did some research before taking me. I’m just a girl.”
”What, your boyfriend didn’t brag of the lives he ruined? How he ruined our lives. We’re orphaned freaks because of him. Because the Asset couldn’t just do his fucking mission. But he had no problem doing his job just fine when he trained us, when he beat us to a bloody pulp making us wish were dead. Over and over and over again. Hydra’s fist hits fucking hard. And he leaves behind nothing but lost souls.” It’s the most you’ve heard Kage speak, but what he’s saying makes no sense to you. “The Asset doesn’t care about the wreckage he leaves behind as long as he’s happy – as long as he can continue on with his pathetic life.”
Bucky ruined lives? The surprise and confusion on your face said it all. From what you knew, he didn’t do anything. He was a prisoner of war, he was a soldier, but his involvement with Hydra was news to you. The most you’d heard of the organisation was from reports when the triskelion fell. It was broadcast everywhere. “He didn’t tell me anything. I only know who Hydra are from the news.”
Kage let out a dark, mocking chuckle. "Stop lying."
"I'm not! I swear. He never told me. He doesn't tell anything about his missions either. H-He said he couldn't. That it was safer that way." You remembered the first time Bucky came home from a mission. He was covered in soot and a mess. Being naive, you asked him what happened, and it was then you realised it was better for you not to know. The horrors of the world were not for your eyes… until now.
Kage’s fingers gripped into the plushness of your ass. ”But you’ve been to the compound.”
“As a guest - a friend. Never when a mission was happening.” You sobbed, your brain spinning in circles at the new revelations. “I’ve been there for dinner or parties. Nothing else.”
His nails made divots in your skin as he gripped you. "You really had no idea?"
"No, I didn't. And I'm sorry. For all of you," you hiccupped. You couldn't lie about that. Losing family is never easy. "I didn't know."
Kage didn’t seem convinced. ”But you know of Hydra?”
You shrugged best you could over his knee. “Sort of. N-Not really. I just saw the news when those big helicopter things crashed - uh, helicarriers?” You let out a shuddered sigh. “The news said Hydra was behind it.”
His fingers eased, moving to rub over the sensitised skin. ”Did you read the documents that were leaked?”
You shook your head, tears dropping to the floor. “No, why would I do that? I didn’t need an existential crisis. I get stressed enough about everyday news, like a mugger or a cat stuck in a tree.”
"So he kept you in a bubble," he said after a moment, more to himself than to you. "If you're lying—"
"I'm not," you promised, almost dissolving into more tears. "I swear to you. All of you. I have no reason to lie to you."
There was a beat of silence while your mind ran a million miles an hour. Bucky was a prisoner of war, you knew that – the world knew that. But… he was with Hydra? You pursed your lips. There was no way he would have been with them willingly. He was a prisoner of Hydra, you surmised. He’d made comments in the past about never being in control until now – always being ordered around by someone else. Admittedly, you hadn’t taken it as literal. A soldier takes orders, but this – this seems entirely different. There’s no way Bucky would hurt someone unprovoked, not unless he was being controlled. The man you loved was no villain.
Kage broke the silence. ”Do you resent him for not telling you?”
A heavy sigh left you, pain still flickering up your spine from your abused ass. “It’s his story. I’m not the one who can decide when it’s time to tell it.”
"But he's the reason you're here,” Kage said as his hand ran up your back before reaching your shoulders, pulling you up and guiding you to sit in his lap.
You whimpered at the pressure on your bruised skin as you sat on Kage’s thighs. "Better me than another innocent person."
Kage’s face was close to yours, his breath fanning across your skin. ”You wouldn’t trade places with someone else?”
You tried to move back, to get some distance, but Kage held you firm. “No. I couldn’t bring myself to subject someone else to this kind of pain.”
He seemed to be searching for something in your eyes. "You don't like others hurting, do you?"
The question surprised you. "No, I don't. I've always tried to help others if I can."
Your answer has the air in the room changing, some of the coldness turning a bit warmer as Kage brushed away some of your tears. Your blood was still on his hands, and you eyed the redness of his fingers as he touched your face.
A tremble coursed through you when you heard footsteps approaching, and your attention turned to the doorway, where Damien emerged with a salve, some wipes and fresh clothes.
His expression had changed too. Where there was anger was now a new understanding. They really thought you knew what they’d been through, you realised. You glanced between the two men, uncomfortable and distressed. Their anger was ruthless, but you feared whatever this was more. Kage’s hands over your waist were firm, but with an edge of gentleness.
You didn’t want them to like you.
Maybe you should have just lied and said you knew. But that wasn’t you. You weren’t deceptive.
Kage lifted you easily, placing you face down on your cot, your face wetting the fresh sheets below you as you cried. The overstimulation of your body and mind hit like a freight train, and you sobbed like never before.
“Jesus, try to calm down. You’ll make yourself sick,” Damien tried to placate as he sat next to you, wiping away your blood before beginning to apply some ointment to your battered skin. “You really did a number, Kage.”
You glance over at the blonde, and he didn’t seem proud of himself. Quite the opposite. His jaw clenched. “Shut up.”
“Hey hey, I’m just trying to break the tension here.” Damien kept applying the ointment until your welts were covered. “You took your punishment well.”
You think he’s trying to compliment you, so you respond with your head buried in the sheets. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he quickly responded before finishing up.
Your mournful cries didn’t stop, and they only got worse when Kage and Damien finally left, leaving you alone. You dressed yourself in the plain tshirt and panties, before it all became too much and returned to the bed.
All your bottled-up emotions spilled out into the mattress. You screamed, your sounds muffled by the bedding, not stopping until your throat hurt and your voice was course.
The more emotion you let out, the more fatigued you became. And slowly, you began to pass out, crying yourself to sleep. All you could hope was this sleep was more restful, and less eventful than the last.
Thankfully, you didn’t dream this time. Your rest was no more than a limbo between horrors – horrors which seemed very intent on continuing, with Maddox stood with his arms crossed, watching you slumber as he leaned against the open doorframe. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
You nearly jumped through the ceiling in fright at the sight of him, your whole body flinching as you sat up, your bruised ass instantly sore from the movement. “You didn’t.”
“Good.” He tilted his head, the anger he’d been sporting gone behind his normal demure expression. “So, I had a chat with the guys. Look, we thought you knew all about us. And now we realise you really are innocent in all this. We feel a bit bad about the whole situation, so we’re going to let you go home.”
It sounded like a foreign language as Maddox spoke, your heart skipping a beat. “You’re going to let me go?”
“Seems only fair. I think we’ve put you through enough,” Maddox shrugged nonchalantly.
“But you were so angry,” you cautiously observed Maddox. It felt like a trick, and it likely was one, but you couldn’t help the desire that smouldered in your heart. You could go home. More than anything you just desired to be comfortable in your own bed again, with your cat and the love of your life.
Maddox pushed himself off the doorframe and approached, the movement making you shuffle back on the mattress. He chuckled, shaking his head at your scurrying. “I have no intent of hurting you.”
“Surely you can’t blame me for being afraid,” you squeaked as he towered over you.
“Oh, not at all. I’ve given you more than enough reason. But here, truce?” Maddox offered his open palm for you to take, to help you stand. You stared at his hand for a moment, taking in the scarred skin. It looked like he held the sharp end of a knife more than once. They weren’t kidding about having been through pain.
Anxiety was a thick sludge in your throat as you placed your hand in his, allowing him to be a crutch for you as you got onto your feet. Your entire backside hurt like something fierce with each movement, but you tried to not show it too much on your face.
“Kage really let you have it, huh?” Maddox grinned, leading you out of the door and to the left, where Kage and Damien stood at the bottom of concrete stairs.
“Ready to go home?” Kage said as Damien took your free hand in his.
“Yes,” you blurted out honestly. “Are you… are you really going to let me go?”
“Of course. We may be assholes, but we’re not liars,” Damien chided, the warmth from his skin heating your hand.
“What about Bu– I mean, my boyfriend?” You questioned, making wobbly steps up the stairs towards what looked to be a basement door. Your suspicions were right - you were underground.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about him. That’s our business to attend to,” Maddox grinned, but it was akin to a shark showing their teeth. There was danger in the way he spoke.
Distracted, you missed a step, but they were quick to catch you, all giving out a soft laugh before you made your way to the top of the stairs.
You had guessed that you were underground. What you hadn’t expected was that you were under a house. You emerged into an open-plan living room and kitchen with a rustic aesthetic.
“Do you like it?” Damien asked proudly. Clearly, he owned this place.
“... It’s nice.” You placated, taking your hand out of both Maddox and Damien’s grip. “I can.. just go?”
“Yes. Off you go. There’s a car outside waiting for you,” Damien said, and you could feel the soft rumble of a running engine through the floorboards.
You glanced back at the men, each of them looking expectantly at you. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation before you turned around and bolted for the front door, despite your body hating every moment. Your feet were still healing, and with your bruised muscles, it was torture. But you wanted out. No, you needed out.
You reached the front door quickly, and when you turned the knob, your eyes went wide. It was locked tight. There were multiple bolts on the door, which all seemed unlocked, but when you looked down, you realised the front door had a finger scanner.
Reality began to set in when you placed your finger on the door and were met with a red flash and beeping. Access denied. “No... No, no, no. Not like this.”
You went to turn, but before you could, there was a sharp prick to your neck as one of the men plunged a needle into you. It became clear Maddox was your assailant as your legs went numb, and you tumbled to the ground with a gasp, seeing him standing behind you with dark eyes. Whatever the contents of the syringe were acted quickly, an odd floaty feeling spreading across your body as you lost control of your functions, your body stuck on its front on the cold hardwoods.
Their laughter became distorted as your brain fizzled, but you didn’t pass out. No, whatever they’d given you was keeping you awake, forced to watch as they circled your limp body. “She made it further than I thought she would with her injuries,” Damien smirked as he poked your side with his shoe.
“It’s cute in an utterly pathetic way.” Maddox used his boot to roll you onto your back before leaning down near your head. “Aw, is someone feeling a bit sleepy?” Unable to coil away, Maddox spit in your face with a cruel laugh. “C’mon, wake up, it’s playtime.”
Kage was next to torment you as you tried to roll yourself back onto your stomach to crawl away. His boot pressed painfully into your stomach, the steel tip digging in just below your ribcage. “Knock my foot away. Try it.”
You whined as you tried to use your arms to push him away, but you couldn’t. Your arms were like jelly.
“Mm, as fun as this is, we gotta move.” Maddox sighed as he straightened up, discarding the used needle out of your sightline.
You managed to get onto your stomach with Kage backing off, but all you could do was whimper as hands gripped your ankles, dragging you across the hardwoods and out the front door, your nose banging on the solid surface as you tried to dig your nails into the floor, but you had no strength left.
Your drool and blood from your now bleeding nose created a trail across the floor. At least if anyone found this home, there’d be evidence that you existed, your DNA staining the wood.
“Should we change her?” Damien asked, and from his voice, you could tell he was the one dragging you.
“She’ll be warm enough,” Maddox watched from the side as you were dragged to the porch stairs.
“God, she’s not going to piss in my car, is she?” Damien complained as Kage slung you over his shoulder, your body like a ragdoll, as he lifted you with scary ease.
“Just wrap a towel around her ass. It’ll do.” Maddox began putting bags in the back seat of the SUV parked outside.
Damien began to help him, but not without continuing to complain. “Just watch it. She already bled on my floor.”
Maddox laughed. “She bled all over her apartment and you didn’t even blink.”
“But that wasn’t my apartment,” Damien argued, a playful irritation in his tone.
They were having fun while tear droplets hit the gravel below you.
Maddox wasn’t giving up, though. ”You’re so materialistic sometimes, Dami.”
”When you pay for shit you can be too, Mads. Oh wait, you don’t pay for anything.”
”I’ve saved your ass enough times for payment.”
Kage sighed, his hand resting on your exposed ass. ”Would you two just shut up and help me get her in the car? I can do it myself, but then I’ll make sure blood and piss gets everywhere.”
Maddox sighed, too. "Yeah, yeah. Gimme a second. You leave the present in her cell?"
"Yeah. They'll find it."
You tried to speak, but only a groan came out.
"Try not to talk. It won't do you any good.” Kage said as Maddox helped him haul you into the trunk of the car.
”At first, we couldn’t get you to talk, and now you won’t shut up.” Maddox started to wrap a towel around your lower half. "Just put some music on and drown her out."
“You… lied…” You managed to get out amongst your drooling whimpers.
Kage leaned in, his hand caressing your cheek. “We didn’t. You are going home.”
“Just not to the home you hoped for,” Maddox chimed in, derisively patting your thigh. “Rest up, babydoll. There’s a long journey ahead of us yet.”
Kage and Maddox pulled back, and their faces were the last thing you saw before the boot was slammed shut, and you were covered in darkness.
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Robby and Emmett have been best friends since high school. In their final year of residency, they’re competing for the same attending position-and the same intern.
Now, 15 years later, you’re back at the Pitt. Will old flames reignite?
Emmett is played by Dermot Mulroney
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✧˚ · . a collaboration between @navybrat817 and @sgt-seabass
After his escape from a life of captivity, and the fall of Hydra, Bucky Barnes thought he finally had a chance at happiness. The problem is, if you cut off one head, three shall take it's place. A new Hydra had risen, and their ruthless path will leave destruction in it's wake.
A/N: We're very excited to share this series with you. It's going to be a rough and bumpy road for our reader, but we hope you enjoy the ride.
This AU is dark and 18+. Heed the warnings on each post.
𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒂 | AO3
Bucky returns home after a mission, ready to spend time with his two favourite people, you and Alpine.
𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 | AO3
Is this the way it's got to be? Ignite the fire inside of me. Embrace the life of tragedy. A tide of war and broken dreams.
𝑬𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 | AO3
Stay reformed. Erase this perfect world. Hate left below. The dark stray dog of war.
𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅 | AO3
I just wanna see you bleed. Open you and set you free
Author’s Note: This is part two of Local Legends miniseries, a nightclub AU with a bit of a twist.
Summary: The Winchesters are Lebanon legends, courting controversy like any wealthy family does. Y/n has always been interested in the gossip, but never had cause to be a part of it, until she runs into Dean Winchester at his nightclub and gets the fabled black business card that lets her into the VIP lounge.
Pairing: Dean x Reader, OMC (Rick) x Reader
Word count: 2246
Story Warnings: cheating/infidelity, angst, guilt, shame, relationship angst
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You stared at the TV, but you weren't seeing the image on the screen. Your mind was stuck at Draco Corde, in the VIP lounge, with Dean Winchester.
Why your brain wouldn't leave that room, you didn't know. You wished it was the shame. You wished you were overthinking the ramifications of cheating on a man you'd been dating since college but it wasn’t guilt you felt when you thought about the VIP. At least...not when you were alone. The shame hit like a Mack truck as soon as Rick walked into your apartment.
"Hey. I missed you last night," he said, dropping his briefcase by the door and flopping down on the sofa next to you.
"Got in late. You were already asleep."
"Pub quiz ran that late?" His eyes were on the TV. It wasn’t an interrogation, just an inquiry.
"No. I went to the club for a cheaper drink. Ladies Night."
His eyes found you right away. "You went to Drac two days in a row?" You shrugged. He'd never cared where you drink. Why did it matter? "I don't think you should hang out there, Y/n. That place…" He sighed and leaned forward to look into your eyes. "The Winchesters aren't good people and I don't want you-"
"We have three bars and a nightclub around here, Rick. Only one of those is a fun place to be. People come from three counties away to go to Draco Corde. Since when do you even have an opinion on the Winchesters?"
He sighed again and looked away. "Since you let me in on your opinion of them. Since all I've heard since I moved to Lebanon is bad things...and even in KC, Y/n. Their legacy is so bad, I heard about them clear across the state, babe. They're literally bad news."
You couldn’t argue that. You didn't really know how to. "Still...they just own the place. I've only ever seen them twice."
"Twice?"
Your jaw dropped a bit at the unintentional admission. "Y-yeah. I...saw them tonight, too."
"Twice in a row. This is why I don't want you around their club, Y/n. You’re gonna get dragged into their craziness and I don’t know what to say to get you to stop this."
You blinked at him a few times before standing. He was right. You were getting dragged into the Winchesters' craziness. "I love you and you don’t have to worry...I won't be going to Draco again for a while." After what you did, you couldn’t imagine going back there without feeling overwhelmed with guilt.
You bit your bottom lip as he sighed and stood, wrapping his arms around you. "I know I don't have to worry about you. You're a smart woman. I'm worried about them."
"You don't even know them, Rick."
"I know about them, Y/n, that's enough."
You nodded. "Okay." You didn't want to talk about it anymore. "So, this weekend, I was thinking we could go check out that new multiplex in Wichita. You know, the one with the full restaurant and-"
He hissed and grimaced. "I can’t, babe." He reached up to run his knuckles over your cheek, then stepped back. "My parents called and they want me to visit this weekend. My sister is having an engagement party and I have to make an appearance, in the very least."
You licked your lips and looked away. His parents were a sore subject. His sister was another. You'd never met them. After almost three years, you'd come to the conclusion you would never meet them. They didn't really look like good people anyway from the few pictures you'd seen of them.
"So, you're going to Lawrence?"
"Yeah. I know. I'm sorry. If I didn't have to go, I wouldn't."
"You don't have to do shit for them," you snapped. "I don't understand your unwavering loyalty for these people."
"They're my family. I know you don't have a good relationship with your-"
"This isn’t about my family. This is about yours. You say you don't want me to meet them because they're so terrible but you'll run to them as soon as they call? I don't get it."
"I'm not running to them," Rick said, eyes rolling as he turned away from you. "Look, my family are bad people but I was raised to respect family. I was raised to-"
"They're bad people but you have to respect them? Really? Bad people get cut off! Cut them off!"
"I'm not-" Rick sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I can’t. I can’t have this argument again. I have to go. Okay? I'll be back on Sunday night."
"Fine," you bit out.
"I'm sorry, okay, but I have to. I just have to."
"I said 'fine'." Rick just shook his head as he walked out of the living room. You pulled your phone out and called your boss. “Do you have any shifts I could pick up this weekend? I am...I don’t have a reason to stay home anymore so…”
Your boss penciled you in for work on Saturday, grateful for an extra set of hands on a Saturday night.
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"I just sat a two-top of tens in your section. You're welcome," the hostess, Katarina, said as she tapped your shoulder.
"Thanks?" 'Two-top of tens' meant two hot guys. You had no interest in that.
"Look like good tippers too. You so owe me."
"It was my turn in the rotation. I don't owe you shit more than your normal share of the tips, bitch." You shook your head as you pulled a pen and a small notepad out of your apron and started walking toward table 14 in the back corner. You stopped in your tracks when you noticed the broad-shouldered man with the fluffy hair. Sam Winchester. Which meant that the man sitting across from him could only be Dean.
Sam and Dean, in your workplace, in your section. What kind of coincidence is that? God must be testing you...since you failed the last test.
You took a deep breath and stepped up to the table, placing cocktail napkins in front of each of them as you smiled brightly. "Welcome to Marcella's. My name is Y/n, I'll be serving you tonight. Is this your first time visiting us?" you asked, as professionally as possible, quoting the service standard greeting you were taught when you were hired.
You could see Dean smirking as you focused on Sam. "This is our first time here, but it's not the first time you've served me. Neat, huh?"
Your smile faltered for a moment as an unwanted rush of heat blossomed between your thighs. You cleared your throat and continued on your script. "Well, welcome to Marcella's, we're so happy to have you here and hope you come back in the future. Since it's your first time, would you like any recommendations?"
"Oh, I know what I want. Tried it Thursday...it was real good," Dean said, leaning forward.
You finally caught his eyes and lost your smile completely. "That was an exclusive special for last Thursday. It won't be available again," you said, seriously.
Sam snorted as Dean nodded. He obviously thought something about the interaction was amusing...whether it was your denial of his brother or the code you used to do it, you weren't sure.
"I'm sure the chef could whip you up something delicious, though!" Your fake smile returned. "Can I get you started with some drinks? We have a full bar, stocked with some of the best, top-shelf liquors."
Dean smirked and nodded. “Yeah. Okay. Get me a 20 year scotch, neat.”
“Pappy,” Sam said, looking at the bar menu.
“Sure! I’ll go put those drinks in with the bar. Y’all take a look at your appetizer menus and I will be right back.” You started to walk away but Dean’s hand wrapped around your wrist. You stopped and looked down at the physical contact. “Yes, sir?”
“That skirt you were wearing on Thursday was hot as hell.” You tugged on your arm to get him to release it. “But there’s something about a girl in uniform that’s hot, too.”
You swallowed thickly and stepped away, heat flowing through your veins. You put in the drink orders and went back to the table. Dean kept his hands to himself and didn’t make any comments as he ate his food. You thought maybe Sam had chastised him, which you were grateful for as you waited on them. You kept your smile in place and gave them three more drinks each, so Dean was tipsy as he stood and looked down at you.
“You should come by Drac again. We had fun, didn’t we?”
You licked your lips as he and Sam walked away. You bit your lip as you picked up the book holding the check. Your jaw dropped at the stack of hundred dollar bills. Over three times the amount needed for their $300 bill. You turned to protest the amount of tip but they were already out the door.
“That’s a six hundred dollar tip.” Katarina’s eyes were bigger than you’d ever seen them.
“Six hundred thirty,” you corrected, rifling through the bills. “And I can’t keep it.”
“What do you mean? Of course you can!”
“No. I can’t.” You shook your head. “Ethically, I can’t...for reasons I can’t go into.”
You shoved the money in your apron and cursed the fact that you couldn’t let yourself keep the rent money from a man you cheated on your boyfriend with.
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You put the bills in an envelope and shook your head as you approached the bouncer at the front door of Draco. He looked you up and down, obviously unimpressed with the way you looked in your work uniform so you presented the envelope. “Will you please give this to Dean Winchester?”
“I ain’t a messenger boy.”
“Look, you just need to hand him the damn envelope.”
He sighed and shook his head. “Nah. I remember you, Miss VIP. You go in there and give it to him yourself.”
You bit your bottom lip and pushed past him, stomping toward the second bouncer at the curtain. He just pulled the curtain open as you approached. He obviously recognized you, as well. You just kept stomping. Your eyes fell on Dean, sitting in the corner booth with a rocks glass in front of him. He smiled and his eyes lit up as he saw you show up. You slapped the envelope on the table in front of him, making sure to keep your eyes off of his. “I cannot accept this. I took a 25% gratuity but I can’t take more than-”
“You’re denying my generous tip?”
“No, I’m denying...whatever bribery or-” You shook your head and stepped back, trying to shake off the memory of you writhing under him on that very table.
“I don’t need to bribe you, sweetheart.” He slid the envelope back across the table. “Take the money. I gave it to you for a reason.”
“And what reason is that? I was that good of a waitress?” you snapped.
Dean smiled and leaned forward. “You drive an oh-one Sonata with a squeaking drive belt and a shit radiator. You wear Wal-mart underwear and Target heels. Your purse is knockoff Dooney. You aren’t doin’ well financially, Y/n. You’re really in a position to turn down a payday?”
You swallowed heavily and stepped back. He was paying that close attention to you? “I don’t need your charity, Mr. Winchester.”
“Need is relative. Look, I’m tryin’ to be nice. You were...so very nice to me.”
“I’m not a whore and I don’t need your money for how-”
Dean rolled his eyes and stood, picking up the envelope. “I’m not trying to pay you for the phenomenal sex. I’m just trying to help you.” He tapped the envelope against the table and licked his lips. “My dad was a mechanic when he was my age. My parents had a one bedroom apartment in Lawrence. They slept on a hide-a-bed in the living room while Sam and I shared a bunk bed in the room. We ate PB&Js on white bread and Piggly-Wiggly meatloaf. I grew up...financially challenged, honey. I know what you’re living with.”
You blinked at him a few times. “How did you...I didn’t know you grew up poor.”
His expression softened as he offered the envelope to you. “Nobody does. We haven’t been poor since I was a teenager. Take the money.”
You bit your lip again as you reached out and took the money back. “You don’t have to-”
“Want to.”
“Why?” you asked, tucking the envelope into your pocket. “Why do you want to help me?”
Dean shook his head and set his hand on your shoulder. “I’m getting tired of you asking ‘why’.” He squeezed your arm gently and smiled. “I’ve taken a liking to you. Something good about you. I’m feelin’ it.”
“I’m...I’ve still got a boyfriend.”
“Yeah?” He chuckled. “And where’s he tonight?”
“Home,” you lied. “Waiting for me to get there.”
He seemed a little skeptical, but he didn’t say that. “Well...you better get home to him, huh?”
“Yeah,” you agreed. “Yeah, I should. Have a nice night, Mr. Winchester.”
“Call me ‘Dean’,” he commanded with a wink before stepping away and heading back to his seat.
Sherlock: The Sign Of 3 - Watson!Reader x Holmes Brothers - Drabble: 428
A/N: So this one is a LITTLE different. We made a very special OC for this oneshot. Also, the ending is your choice. 😜😜 We hope you like it! Leave a comment with your perfect ending 👍😄
Also, pics are not mine. Found them on Google. I did edit one myself but otherwise. Yeah, I don't own them.
You walked up the stairs to 221B hurriedly. Sherlock had texted you about 5 minutes ago telling you to come over right away, inconvenient or not.
"What's wrong, Sherlock?" You asked, bursting into the flat.
"I need you here," he replied calmly from his chair. He was playing Operation with someone.
BUZZT
"Oh bugger!"
"Hello, Mycroft!" You chuckled. "Is my brother here?" You inquired, not seeing John right away.
"In here!" He replied from the kitchen.
"Hey there," you said, giving him a quick hug. "So what's all this about?" You'd known the Holmes brothers for quite some time, meeting them only a few months after John did. Much like your brother, you often helped out on cases. Spending so much time with Sherlock, though, you knew the number one rule of his and Mycroft's relationship was either spend forced time together or never see each other. So something must have happened.
"Well that's the thing," John said. "I don't completely understand it myself but it would seem that there's anot-"
"Well hello there," A deep British accent said from behind you.
"You always have been the charming one with a flair for the dramatics haven't you, Alexander," Sherlock said with a smirk.
"Sherlock? Who's this?" You asked.
"My brother."
"Brother?!” you yelled. "There's another Holmes?"
"Yes, dear. Do keep up," Mycroft chided. "I'm the smart one, Sherlock's the adventurous one, and Alexander's the charming one."
"So you're the Watson girl," Alexander said with a smirk. "You're quite beautiful."
"Oi! Lay off my sister!" John yelled. Sherlock too seemed to be oddly miffed.
"I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself, please and thank you, dear brother!" John mumbled something too low for you to hear, no doubt a litany of curses.
"You've spent far too much time with them," He groaned. "Look, I'm going to my bedroom. I expect a decision from you in a month," He said.
"Decision?" You asked. By the smirks on the three Holmes brothers' faces, they obviously understood something you didn't.
"Pick a Holmes! Any Holmes!"
"Not me, preferably," Mycroft butted in.
"Yes, that would be preferable," Sherlock agreed. You blushed bright red and nodded ever so slightly to your brother. He smiled and went to his room. Mycroft stood and bid you all a goodbye. Sitting in the now vacant chair you looked at the two men left in the room. The one on the chair across you and the other sitting on the desk chair pulled up next to his brother.
Warnings: I seriously don’t know where this came from, but it’s some brotherly advice about periods. Reader is only mentioned.
Aragorn paused as he walked through the halls of Rivendell, something having not felt quite right about the room he just walked past, so he took the couple of steps back and was surprised to see his brother, Elethorn, sitting on a bench looking rather distressed.
Fighting down an amused smirk, Aragorn enters the room, looking at him concerned. “Elethorn?”
Elethorn starts, staring around before straightening himself up, standing from his spot and clearing his throat. “Aragorn, I didn’t hear you come in.”
“You never do,” He shakes his head. “Something is bothering you.”
Opening his mouth to argue, Aragorn simply raises an eyebrow, stopping him and making him close his mouth and look away.
“What is wrong brother?” Aragorn asked.
“Nothing,” Elethorn said too quickly. “It’s nothing, I promise, just foolishness.”
Aragorn rolls his eyes and grabs his arm, making him sit back down. “Nothing is foolish; you know that you can tell me anything.”
Elethorn gives him a slightly incredulous look but his shoulders sink. “It’s to do with…Y/N…”
Aragorn waits, knowing that Elethorn had been courting you for quite some time.
“I…well…I discovered something I wasn’t entirely expecting.”
Aragorn tilts his head. You were well known amongst rangers and elves alike, but he couldn’t think of anything that would potentially cause his brother to react like this.
Elethorn screws his nose up. “Blood is sticky and messy and gets everywhere...why do you want to be involved in that?”
For a long moment, Aragorn just stares at him, processing over his words as it slowly registers what he is talking about.
Then, he laughs.
Elethorn stares at him.
Aragorn clasps him on the shoulder. “You are a ranger, dear brother, of bloodlines and kings of old, and you are worried about a little blood?”
His brother’s face flushes. “This is-this is very different to being on a battlefield though! This is…this is…” He goes even redder, not wanting to talk about it.
“Completely natural,” Aragorn said, grinning widely. “You love Y/N, do you not?”
“Of course I do! But-”
“There is no buts about it Elethorn,” Aragorn said firmly. “One little thing like that, especially something that happens to every woman, should not affect how you feel.”
Elethorn’s face goes ashen white. “All-all women?”
Aragorn chuckles, shaking his head. “Yes brother, all women, had no one ever talked to you about this?”
“Obviously not!” He squeaks, still looking squeamish. “And…it’s really once a month?”
“Yes.”
“But…why?”
“Because their bodies must do it to stay healthy, so that, if they chose to one day have children, they can.”
Elethorn blinks. “Oh.”
Aragorn smiles and raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”
He frowns, looking confused. “Well…the way Y/N described it…it didn’t sound pleasant, or necessary. I mean, the way she said it was making it sound worse than any battlefield I’ve ever been on.”
Laughing, Aragorn pats him on the shoulder. “Well, I would imagine it’s not an entirely comfortable experience for them, no, but maybe talk to Y/N about it a bit more, okay? Instead of sitting here and looking like the world has ended.”
Elethorn blinks and looks at him, a small smile finally creeping onto his lips. “Yeah…that may be a good idea. I think-no, no an apology is definitely going to be needed too.”
With that, he hurries to his feet and practically runs from the room calling your name, leaving Aragorn smiling and shaking his head, wondering exactly how much he’d managed to piss you off this time.
“You have much to learn baby brother,” Aragorn said to himself as he stands, heading back to the hallway before he’d been distracted. “Whatever shall I do with you?”
A/n: So, I fell in love with @birdnamedrobin‘s oc Milo, and after coming up with my soulmate au, I had to write out this idea that I saw in my head. You don’t have to reblog this or like this, I just wanted to write this for her. Tagging: @shewhorunswithfandoms
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Genre: Romance, Fluff
Rated: Everyone
Warning: this is fucking fluffy as fuck. Swearing.
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Author: Teen-Titans-Imagines
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Being in a world where fate had assigned you someone to love was strange. Growing up, you never really paid attention to the world around you, the world around you just a floating sphere in space that spun slowly, wasting away one spin at a time. However, the older you got, more interested you became in the concept of a soulmate.
A soulmate was supposed to be someone who would love you and cherish you until you wasted away into dust, or never blink an eye at you. Honestly, it was scary to think about meeting a soulmate that a didn’t even want you. You remember some of your classmates talking about wondering if they would ever aura bind, their auras coming forth from their body to intertwine with their lovers.
You hadn’t really partaken in the conversations, but you had thought about it. Ever since hearing about the ‘what if’s from your classmates, it became a constant nagging in the back of your head.
That is, until you met Milo West.
Milo West was the son of Wally West and Artemis Crock, the two teammates and best friends of your father, Dick Grayson. Though retired, Wally often was present to help his son who had been blessed with his speedster abilities. Likewise, You were like your father. Flexible, charming, and deadly. It came in handy, but you honestly preferred staying on the sidelines until you were absolutely needed.
Milo had been introduced to your family when you two were in middle school. He had commented that your dress looked funny, and you told him you though his hair looked like the Incredibles villain Syndrome.
When you met Milo, you had forgotten about your soulmate. Growing up, you two had been through a lot together: helping Milo harness his abilities, Milo helping you become better at your own abilities, the two of you overcoming the hardships school and being vigilantes brought. You two were each’s backbone, and it really showed when you two worked together.
When you both went into high school, Milo had matured into a young adult, though he was still his goofy self, and you had become a beautiful young woman yourself. Still slightly reserved, but more open to those around you, thanks to Milo. In fact, Milo was the reason you had even gotten to where you were today. It was often you wondered if he thought the same of you.
During the middle of freshmen year, things between the two of you began to change. His touch became softer and kinder, and they lingered for a moment longer, like a dehydrated animal who had just gotten its first taste of water. His green eyes lingered onto you, and you had begun to do the same. You started to miss his presence, laugh harder at his stupid jokes, want to kiss him a bit more everyday.
It wasn’t until Homecoming night that Milo had made his move and made you two official. You still remember how his kiss had been, and how he had tasted. Since then, you two had been conjoined at the hip, doing what lovers did, even if you weren’t soulmates.
You had forgotten about the soulmate thing until Milo had brought it up to you one night.
“Baby, can I ask you something?”
He had asked from beside you, the storm almost swallowing up his whispering voice. You had rolled over onto your side, getting a better look at him, the light seeping between the blinds and the rain on the window distorting the speedsters look, making him look mysterious and sexy at the same time.
“Of course you can, Milo. You can ask me anything.”
Milo had smiled softly before asking.
“Do you ever wish we were soulmates?”
You were taken back. The question had caught you off guard, but you couldn’t deny that you hadn’t thought about it before. You shrugged and murmured, gently playing with his hair.
“Sometimes. However, I can’t really say that we would be any different than we are now if we were soulmates. Soulmate or not, I know that you will always be the one I would choose. I love you, Milo.”
Milo rolled over onto you, kissing you softly.
“Whatever did I do to deserve you?”
“Well, you told me that my dress looked funny, so that was a start.”
The two of you giggled and went on with your day of cuddling during the thunderstorm.
Ever since then, the topic of soulmates had died off into just a memory. Even your father, who was reluctant to let you date, didn’t say anything about you two not being soulmates. It was a strange, but nice feeling to know that he respected your feelings in regard to that. After all, he had lost his soulmate, your mother. You figured it was still a touchy subject for him as well.
Currently, you and Milo were in the park, a telescope out and a blanket spread out within the grass. A basket full of snacks and thermoses of hot chocolate sat to the side, and notebooks were scattered here and there, notes about constellations and planets written all over the pages.
Milo was eating a muffin, taking pieces of it apart and handing them to you as you looked through the telescope and at the moon.
“This was such a great idea, Milo. The moon is so bright tonight. You can see all the craters and the shadows! It’s so beautiful!”
Milo sighed dreamily as he rest his chin on the palm of his hand, sighing dreamily.
“Yeah, you really are, (Y/n).”
You blushed and smiled shyly.
“Stop being so flirty, and get me some hot chocolate. It’s kind of cold.”
“Aw, why get hot chocolate, when I can do all the warming up you need?”
He wiggled his eyebrows as he grabbed the thermos, and you glared at him, the blush hidden by the darkness of the night.
“Milo, give me my hot chocolate.”
He chuckled and waved you off, handing you the cup. Stretching, Milo murmured, kissing your temple.
“I’m going to get something from the house. I’ll be back in a flash, my starry night.”
“Ugh, you cheesy man. Be fast. I might miss you.”
Milo laughed and winked.
“I’m always fast.”
He walked away, grabbing his house keys from in the basket, before starting to bound off. However, he suddenly paused, and a sudden pulsing in your chest had you gasping. Milo turned. He was wide eyed as he looked at you, his green eyes shocked and in awe.
Was he feeling this too? Your chest was filling with this strange sensation, and you were sort of scared. However, you were surrounded by this feeling of safety and love, and with Milo with you, you weren’t afraid. You felt...oddly as if you were untouchable. Your mouth opened slightly in awe, and Milo sauntered over to you slowly, reaching out to you.
Your hands touched, and your breathing hitched as shocks of electricity ran through you. Your heart was pounding, just like when Milo would kiss you or tell you he loved you. You could hear his voice, all the times he told you he loved you, you could feel all the times he ever touched you and kissed you. You could feel his love and adoration just rolling from his skin as Milo’s forehead came to rest upon yours.
Was this what it was like? Was this what being in love was like? Was this what if meant to bind? To become one with the one that you loved most? In a burst of light, your auras burst from within you, bright lights of yellow and blue shooting upwards towards the heavens.
Beautiful streaks of yellow and blue zoomed through the air, pulsing and glowing, as a celestial wind blew through the air, causing your hair to whip around. Your head threw itself back, your eyes closing and mouth falling agape as the feeling began to overwhelm you.
Your hands held onto Milo’s forearms, feeling his energy flow into you as yours flew into his body, and you became breathless. The streaks of yellow formed into a cheetah as more streaks flew around the area surrounding you two, the feelings of love and admiration lifting you and encasing you. Your aura’s streaks turned into a phoenix, majestic and wings spread, its cry loud and courageous.
You couldn’t help but cry out just a bit as it did, the feelings you were feeling unlike anything you had ever felt before. The cheetah let out its own roar, and the animals of light danced with each other as the area lit up, your and Milo’s chests lighting up with a bright light.
The cheetah and the phoenix ran in opposite directions before charging at each other, and when they collided, the whole area burst into an explosion of white and green light.
The two of you collapsed to your knees, never letting go of each other, and in the place of where your soul animals had been, there stood a large, green griffin. It disappeared and faded as the light did, and you realized that you were crying. However, not out of sadness, but of joy. Milo laughed loudly, holding you to him and he wiped his eyes.
“That was insane! Did you see that? Your light was so blue!”
“I know! And you! Yours was so yellow! I’ve never seen such a bright color!”
You two laughed and Milo whispered, furrowing his brow as he held your face between his hands, his eyes serious as he looked into your own.
“I love you. I love you so much. I knew it. I knew you were my one. I just had this feeling, and I was right. I was fucking right.”
You sobbed out, holding onto his wrists.
“I love you too, Milo. I love you so much. For now and forever.”
You both smiled, and he kissed you. His kiss was so soft and gentle, but now, it felt so different. It felt....heavenly.
So this is what it was like to feel true love.
After a moment, you could hear a cough from beside you two, causing you two to pull apart from each other. You definitely recognized that cough.
“Dad?”
You turned, seeing your father in his Nightwing outfit, and he shifted from foot to foot, tapping his foot angrily. You could tell that he was tense, and frowning, pouting even, through the mask.
“Ok, first of all, it’s two in the morning, so you’re grounded for being out so late. Two, what the fuck was that?”
You giggled, Milo grinning, and you replied.
“That-”
You looked at Milo and grabbed his hand, his fingers intertwining with yours.
“-was the universe telling me who my soulmate was.”
Dick widened his eyes and his jaw dropped, obviously offended.
“I think the fuck not. Ok? Because first of all, you’re still too young! I don’t even approve of you dating, yet here you are! Second of all, you have school to think about. You already struggle with your grades, Mr. West, and I don’t need you to influence my pure daughter! Hey, where do you think you two are going? I’m not cleaning all of this up! Come back here! Hey! Are you two even listening to me?!”
