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Key to the Garden
(Completed)
Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Dark Witch!Tony Stark x Fem!Reader, Dark Witch!Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader, Dark Witch!Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader
Intro
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Cut Your Teeth
(Completed)
Dark!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Fem OG Character x Fem!Reader
Intro
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Seduce and Destroy
Dark!Thranduil x Fem!Reader
Intro
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Shallow Waters
(Completed)
Dark Biker!Tony Stark x Fem!Reader, Dark Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Dark Biker!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Intro
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen
Part Seventeen
Part Eighteen
Part Nineteen
Part Twenty
Part Twenty One
Run Into Trouble
Dark!Bandit Tony Stark x Fem!Reader
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
In My Heart, In My Head
Fae!Bucky Barnes x Fem Fae!Reader, Dark Fae!Steve Rogers x Fem Fae!Reader
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Wicked Games
(Completed)
Dark!Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen
Part Seveteen
Lost In Your Current
(Completed)
Dark!Alpha Tony Stark x Fem Omega!Reader
Part Ten (other parts in mobile masterlist)
Just Another Lullaby
(Completed)
Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Drabbles/One shots
Under Your Spell (Fem Omega!Reader x Dark Alpha!Loki)
Strip (Dark!Tony Stark x Fem!Reader, Dark!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader)
I had almost convinced myself I had caught the diarrhea parasite (despite no cases in my state) cause my stomach was gurgling and I was having so much gas FOREVER and felt dehydrated. Then I remembered I ate two dried figs, a handful of cherries, and a chickpea veggie salad for lunch
Pairings: Fem!Reader x Dark!Steve Rogers, Fem!Reader x OG Fem
Summary: Lord Rogers oversees multiple villages in the country side and is on his yearly rounds of collecting taxes from his constituents. Y/N’s family has recently moved to one of his villages from another part of the country and is eager to please him. Her family’s offering of two goats and a bag of coin pales in comparison to the payment he really wants though as soon as he lays eyes on Y/N. He orders her to return with him and upon being in the municipality capitol, Y/N finds herself faced with a woman her age that sweeps her off her feet, pulling her away from the powerful man that wants her hand in marriage.
Fic is 18+!
Warnings (more may be added): Non-con, homophobia, forced relationship, violence, domestic violence
Part Twelve || Current fics
You sat beside the fire, staring at nothing, lost in your thoughts. Steve had left to go make an official report to the church. There would be a trial set after Lettie was arrested. And you would be asked to stand not only before a court, but before her, and declare her soul putrid. Tarnishing her reputation and sending her to an asylum for her crime of loving another woman.
“Miss,” a voice sounded beside you. You turned your head, finding El standing there with his hands behind his back. You had not seen him since last night after Steve had laid hands on you. He was scanning you and shot a look at the plate you had barely touched. “Are you going to eat, miss? The baby.”
Sighing, you sat up straighter. “Yes, I suppose I should. Thank you for the reminder.”
“Would you like fresh tea?” El asked as you picked up a piece of cheese.
“Yes, that would be great,” you responded, taking a bite, chewing slowly.
El nodded and picked up your cup to take it to the kitchen to refill. When he returned, you had made a sizeable dent on the plate, though nothing tasted satisfying to you. You were merely eating for the sustenance. He placed the cup back down and stepped back a pace, hovering. You ran your eyes up and down his face, taking in his downtrodden expression.
He whispered, “He shouldn’t have hit you.”
You paused your chewing, your heart clenching at the kindness in the gesture of saying so. None of the other staff had breached the subject considering they were all keeping out of your way. You refrained from saying he had done far worse to try to alleviate his sadness, but El was still young; it would not be appropriate for that reason alone.
Instead, you agreed, “No, he shouldn’t have. But he is a Lord and head of the house. I brought shame on him and his house.”
El knew exactly what you were referring to. “I don’t think it’s shameful, miss.”
Quietly, you returned, “You shouldn’t say such things. It’s not safe for you.”
Shifting nervously, El asked, “What if I could get you into the prison?” Your eyes widened and you stammered, caught completely off guard by the comment. He added quickly, “My brother is a guard. He also… loves people that others would find wrong. I could ask him if we could get you in. So you could see her.”
He seemed sincere, hopeful. The thought of being able to see her again… despite seeing her behind bars was overwhelmingly tempting. Reality of your situation though laid heavily on your mind.
“I doubt Steve would allow me out of the house alone anytime soon or maybe ever,” you said, unable to keep the bitterness out of your tone. El looked crestfallen at the realization of the truth of your statement. You mustered a small smile, “I appreciate your offer though. Truly. I also would not want to put your brother or you at risk.”
“I think he would be happy to do it.”
“I am grateful.”
“If you change your mind… don’t hesitate,” El offered. You gave a curt nod and picked up a piece of cracker. He looked you over once more, as if he wanted to say something else. But he gave a curt nod of his head. “Ring if you need anything, miss.”
<><><>
A servant found you later in the day, announcing that you had a visitor. Saskia had come to call and you were nervous as she walked into the room. You had no idea what Bucky had or had not told her. You guessed that he had not divulged anything to incriminate you because she would not show otherwise; he would forbid it, of that you were sure.
Untying her hat, Saskia greeted, “Afternoon, Y/N, dear.” The servant left the room and Saskia came to you, sitting in the chair beside you. Her face was awash in remorse as she took your hands. “Oh, Y/N…” She sighed heavily and apologized, “I did not know about Lettie. I would have never introduced her to you – to any of you – if I had known!”
That settled that; you would not be confiding in her about the matter. Her distaste for a love such as yours was apparent and you would not find consolation from her. That broke your heart even more so that you could not be truthful about it to even one person, especially the one closest to you save Lettie.
Forced, you told her, “You could not have known. I do not blame you. It just happened and we will have to move on.”
“Bucky was frightening with his anger. He was – is – so embarrassed about the whole ordeal,” Saskia exhaled. “I know it was not me he was mad at, but it is still like walking on eggshells around him. They came to collect her this afternoon.”
It was taking everything in you to keep tears from welling up in your eyes, thinking about how frightened Lettie must have been.
Throat dry, you croaked, “I am sure that was an ordeal.”
“It’s just more gossip for the rumor mill. It will eventually pass,” she tried to brush it off. But you saw her emotion as she swallowed sharply. She sniffed, shrugging. “I just… I had such hope for her. She seemed so promising. It’s not the expense of housing and feeding her that bothers me so much. It’s that she would… throw her future away on a fancy. It is… illogical. And feels like a slap to the face for investing so much time and effort.”
Your stomach clenched at her words. Was there no one who saw how asinine it was to hold beliefs such as this? That any kind of love was immoral?
Hollowly, you said, “I am sorry you are having to endure this.”
As if anything anyone else was experiencing was worse than what you the two of you were.
<><><>
At dinner, Steve had still not returned. You wondered if he had gone to his office or if they were still working out the details of their horrendous scheme to bury Lettie. You sat at the table alone, taking small bites, your thoughts clouded with what could be preoccupying him for so long. Not that you desired to be around him; you just wanted a better grasp on knowing what was transpiring.
The slamming of the front door signaled his return home halfway through your meal. His footsteps were confident, echoing down the hall to your ears.
“We need to be in court in two days,” Steve announced, striding into the room. He tore his gloves off and tossed them in the direction of one of the servants not sparing a glance in their direction. They barely had time to catch them before missing their chance and flaming his temper that his clothes were on the ground. He donned a supercilious smirk at sharing this information with you. You opted to say nothing, moving your food around on your plate. Steve’s smile faltered ever so at your silence and he demanded, “Did you hear me?”
Looking up, you nodded.
Still not seeming satisfied with your reaction, he pressed on, “We must arrive by 8:30am. The court will hear the charges at 9:00am but they would like to speak with both of us prior. It should not take long. She committed a grave crime. And once this verdict is passed down, we can wash away this stain you’ve brought to my doorstep.”
Your jaw tightened at this as a servant brought him his plate. He immediately picked up his silverware and took a large bite. He took notice of you staring at him across the table, the death grip you held on your fork. He swallowed and smirked once more, knowing he had gotten under your skin.
“I should have known bringing a peasant into my household would cause me a headache. But… I much rather like knowing you’re broken in,” he commented unkindly. “It serves you right for your crude manners and deceit.”
You could not help the shaking in your hand as you went for another bite, trying to ignore the anger burning inside. This time when you stayed silent, it did seem to satisfy him and he went back to eating.
After dinner later in the night, you sought out El.
“Is your offer still on the table?” you asked in hushed tones. El nodded and stood up straighter. “I know it will be impossible for me to get there myself. But… how far would your brother be willing to go to help me?”
<><><>
“Where is he?” you heard Bucky shout from downstairs.
Steve cocked an eyebrow hearing his voice. The pair of you were in the nursery with an interior designer. Steve was forcing you to make these decisions now with all that was going on. He was perfectly crafted to move as if nothing untoward was happening, playing the happy, expectant couple.
Bucky stomped into the room, his jaw ticking, putting you immediately on edge but for good reason. Excitement coursed through you seeing how upset he was – anticipating what you hoped was satisfying news. You remained reserved on the surface to avoid getting his attention. But he only had eyes for Steve.
“The little witch escaped!” he blurted.
“Excuse me?” Steve asked, halfway standing up out of his chair. He shot a look at the interior designer and said, “Leave us!” and they made themselves scarce, leaving the trio of you in the room.
“Lettie,” Bucky grated, hands clenching as soon as the door closed. “She badly injured one of the guards somehow and got the keys from them! And she broke out!”
It was difficult to keep your lips from twitching to hide the smile threatening to bloom on your lips.
Now Steve did fully stand. For a few moments, he stood there dumbfounded. When his temper savagely exploded, you jolted at the sudden roar. “FUCK!”
He rubbed at his mouth furiously, turning away from the two of you to think, and you were taking immense pleasure in seeing him be thwarted. When he turned back around, his gaze rested on you, and you tensed under the scrutinizing look over he was giving you. You did your best to look just as stunned by the situation as the two of them were. Still, it took him a moment to tear his gaze away from you.
“Is there any sign of her?” he asked tersely.
Bucky shook his head, “None. She escaped early this morning, and the guard wasn’t discovered until shift change. He is in the infirmary; got some stitches on the side of his head.”
Steve considered that information and exhaled shakily. “I want to question them myself. Y/N, finish this up here with the interior designer. I don’t want the green!”
With that, he stormed out of the room, Bucky on his heels.
Now you did smile, a laugh bubbling up out of your throat in joy. She would not be imprisoned. You would not have to betray her. You would not have to see her face full of dismay as you lied about her character… denied your love for each other. You let out another laugh full of relief, your hand coming to your mouth as tears of joy as well as sorrow sprung.
She was free but not free to be with you. Still, it was better knowing she was free.
Even if you were alone.
There was a knock at the door, and you swallowed another laugh, quickly dashing a tissue at your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you straightened up in your chair.
“Come in,” you beckoned, the interior designer rejoining you.
<><><>
Months later, you sat painting at your easel. It was getting harder to reach with your growing stomach but you still indulged yourself, finding it was one of the few things that brought you comfort. Humming, you adding a dash of yellow to the center of one of the flowers, bringing out the contrast better. The floral picture you were crafting was a stark contrast to the soft snow falling outside the window. Daylight was short this deep in winter so you tried your best to get as much out of it as possible.
A servant entered the room, announcing, “Miss. A letter arrived for you.”
Your brow stitched in confusion and you laid your paintbrush down. They presented the letter to you and you mumbled, “Thank you.”
They took their leave as you examined it. There was no officially seal on the back of any of the capital families. Nor was anything else written on the envelope except your name. Sliding your finger into the seal, you opened it carefully. Unfolding the letter, your breath caught in your chest.
There was only one word written on the piece of parchment and you recognized the penmanship immediately.
Seabrook.
It was Lettie’s handwriting. You could not recall exactly where Seabrook was located but you knew it was not close to the capital. Which means she had made it far away and was safe. And risked sending you a letter to let you know that. And tell you where she was.
A tear fell, wetting the parchment as you smiled. Clutching the parchment to your chest, you closed your eyes, a few more tears escaping down your cheeks in gratitude that she had reached out. You did not want to let the parchment go, as if not having it physically would mean it was not real. But you knew you could not keep it.
Standing, you walked over to the fireplace and tossed the letter in to hide the evidence. Watching the paper curl and disintegrate in the flames, you exhaled shakily.
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