The Wicked Hand Of Death

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This is my latest work. I know that Scully/Krycek isn’t everyone’s favorite ship, but it’s solely for comfort. It is also shipper.

What happens when Scully and Krycek have a child because CSM is an asshole and just wants to play games?

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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I’m going to Hell for this. I just don’t care anymore.

My life is total garbage now and it’s all due to James Buchanan Barnes. Before him, I lived the American Dream.

Okay, actually rewind further back. It used to be, but then turned to shit, even before then. My boyfriend and I had been together for 5 years. Something happened (more like the pre-honeymoon phase ended) and he changed. I did everything in my good girlfriend power to keep us happy. But it took a toll on me.

Then one night it happened. I took the advice of one of my best friends and decided to have a girls night out. I got all dolled up and just as I was about to head out the door, I stood there for a good two minutes with my hand on the handle. I even cleared my throat trying to catch his attention.

Go figure; the headphones were glued to Luke’s head as always. It was the usual Saturday night routine of completely ignoring me while he kills CG soldiers in the latest Call of Duty Game. It wouldn’t be such a big deal, but lately it was all he ever did while at home and Saturday nights were the only night we had together. It didn’t matter how much I begged to even just stay in and watch a movie, invite some friends over, or do whatever he wanted.

It took him an hour to realize I had left. That’s when I got the call.

“Damn girl…you weren’t joking around,” Tessa yelled above the music in the smoke filled club.

As Carrie scooted in the booth seat, pushing the drinks down the round table towards us, she slipped a piece of paper into my hands.

“Carrie, guess who finally noticed that she was gone,” Tessa said followed by a laugh and then sipped her martini.

“Guys, can we not right now?” I ask as I shut my phone after getting a third unanswered call from Luke.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Tessa said.

The girls and I had known each other for almost 20 years. We had separated for college, but swore that we’d all move back to New York when we finished. And that’s exactly what happened.

Tessa was the almost annoyingly cute one who had the outlook on life that I could only ever dream of having. Meanwhile Carrie was just there. She wasn’t quite the tag along, but she was. She just went with the flow. She honestly probably would never go out if she wasn’t asked.

Then there was me. Tessa was big into the show X Files and always called me her Scully. I was the responsible one (normally) who questioned everything. So she was pleasantly surprised when I’d agreed to her idea leaving Luke for the night. It was more of a dare than anything. But there were no objections to her surprise. It’s not like it would matter. I’m still surprised it was only an hour before he called, and not a “Oh, I didn’t even realized that you headed out,” from Luke.

I took a drink from my gin and tonic and opened the piece of paper that Carrie had given me. It was some guys name illegibly scribbled with a phone number. I held it up and looked at Carrie.

Tessa snatched it out from between my fingers and looked it over, “Who is it from? Which guy?”

Carrie pointed over to some preppy and definitely not my type of guy at the bar. Who the hell wears a too tight plaid golf shirt and skinny jeans to a club, or anywhere for that matter? Eww. I mean he definitely wasn’t unattractive by any means, but now I was almost curious as to why he was dressed like that. Maybe if I was more sober…

I immediately pushed Carrie out of the booth and completely ignored the comments from the girls as I walked towards this gomer.

The smirk he had on his face was priceless. I could tell before reaching him that he was going to be a cocky son of a bitch. Oh this would be fun. Now mind you, this was before I realized how much alcohol I had consumed. Hell, I still don’t think I ever realized that night at all.

“Hey, baby. I see that you decided to take me up on my offer.”

Okay I needed to have a little fun first, and all I could do was giggle. Ugh, I hate being the giggling drunk, but he seemed to like it.

“So, you have a man?” he asked, shooting the shot followed by a chaser.

“Maybe, maybe not,” I proclaimed as I took the shot the bartender was about to hand to another patron, “it depends on you.” Did I actually wink?

So anyways, we were still standing at the bar where the flirting and drinks continued on for at least another twenty minutes. Well, that’s when the truth finally came out. As he started to run his hands up the back of my legs and under my baby doll dress, he came closer and whispered, “So, you wanna head back to my place?” He asked, following with a white, toothy grin and wink.

“Actually, I just have one question first,” my hand ran up his chest and my index finger hooked his collar of the hideous plaid fabric.

“What’s that, gorgeous?” His hand slammed the empty whiskey glass down on the bar in anticipation.

“What compelled you to wear that outfit?” Had it really taken me that long to come up with that? I swore I was going to conjure up something so much wittier than that.

“Haha,” oh shit, he realized what I had just asked, “What did you just say?” He snarled.

Oops. I guess he took it way more offensive than I had imagined.

His hand snaked around my neck and before I noticed what happened, he was in the middle of the dance floor behind us, laying on the ground

Some dude in a deep red leather jacket and what I later found out to be a black and gold lined vibranium arm was pummeling this asshole on the ground. All I could do was run back over to Tessa and Carrie and try to get them out of there, but all they could do was continue laughing.

“Girl, he gets what he deserved,” Tessa started laughing again, “As soon as I saw him wrap his hand around your neck we were just about to get you, but then metal arm there pushed us back down rushing past us,” Carrie slapped Tessa on the arm, “Okay, maybe that’s not exactly what happened, but close enough. Oh oh oh, he’s coming over!”

That’s when I felt the coldness of his hand lightly wrap around my arm and I quickly turned around. If it wasn’t for the distraction of seeing plaid boy, who I never actually got the name of, attempt to get up with no help from his buddies, I don’t think I could have willfully stopped staring into those gorgeous blue eyes of Bucky’s.

And that’s how my knight in shining armor, James Buchanan Barnes, slayed me.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/36323287/chapters/90555730

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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The Scars of Winter

You were once part of Hydra but due to an accident, you don’t remember this. Will Bucky and Steve help you once you remember the trauma you experienced.

One of the dark-clothed men kicked Steve’s hand away. You could have sworn that you heard a crack or two as he cradled it in his torso just before his screams. You knew super soldiers were strong, Steve and Bucky were proof of this, but this seemed to be something different. Not only were they stronger, but you were also outnumbered.

As you were drug across the dirt by your hair, you looked just passed Steve and noticed that Bucky was completely lifeless. A lone tear fell and immediately dried up due to the desert heat. You tried to see if his chest was moving in hopes that he was just knocked unconscious, but it was futile as the agent picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“If you don’t do as you're told and come with us, then your boyfriends are dead. Am I understood?” He demanded in a heavy Russian accent, throwing you to the ground.

You looked up and immediately spit what little saliva you had in your dried mouth which earned you a slap to the face, followed by a pistol shot in Steve’s direction. You were relieved once you heard it ricochet off of a small boulder and saw Steve unscathed. The only reason that he missed was because one of the other agents was standing over him with a foot trapping his head in the sand.

“Fine fine fine! Just don’t kill him, too,” You said still thinking Bucky was dead as he scruffed your hair and started to drag you towards the helicopter.

“That’ll teach you to mess with me. Now let’s go. Boss is waiting for you.”

Steve looked over and was able to make out that he needed to stay and that you would be fine. “We’ll find you,” he said silently as you were thrown into the helicopter as the other agents loaded up.

Steve used his full force to hold himself back knowing that if he did run after you, you’d be murdered. So, all he could do was lay there until you were in the air before he attempted to wake Bucky up and start to make some phone calls.

“You can’t be serious right now! How the hell could you just let her go? She was the one who saved you!”

Steve sat on the crates in the military cargo plane that they just returned from Serbia in, his head buried in his hands. He was mentally and physically exhausted and knew that the next couple of days at minimum could push him over the edge and right now he didn’t have the energy to argue with Bucky. It was bad enough that he failed you, but for his best friend to shove it in his face was just icing on the cake.

A loud sigh parted his lips. “Listen, Buck, I didn’t have a choice. It was either that, or they killed her,” Steve stood up, scrubbing his beard in frustration as his feet drug his beaten body down the ramp of the plane.

“You don’t think they’re going to kill her anyway?! It’s Hydra, Steve!” Bucky shouted as he followed behind. “Why are we even here instead of out there trying to find her?” He pointed in the direction that they just flew in from.

Steve stopped abruptly, turning on his heels. “You know what Bucky, while YOU,” his fingers poked Bucky in the chest “were completely passed out, I did everything that I could to try to find her. The last resort is Sharon. And why are you so worried about her? You’re the one who’s been avoiding her for the last year.”

Sharon cleared her throat trying to get their attention to no avail. “Boys!” Both men turned to look at the blonde. “I think I may know where she is, but I need you to stop with the macho crap and contact the others because you’re going to need the whole team.”

Steve turned around, thankful for what little information she did have for them. “Hey, Sharon. Wish this visit was under better circumstances.”

“Me too.” They let each other go. “Anyways, there’s a Hydra compound just south of Kazan.”

“Russia?” Asked Steve.

“Yes,” answered Bucky. “It’s their last known base. I should have known,” Bucky was pissed at himself for not remembering it before they flew back. However, he was thankful that he remembered the layout of it. It was where he was stationed while being apart of Hydra, before being sent off to kill the Starks.

Steve faced Bucky and set his hand on his shoulder in solidarity. “It’s alright, Buck. Let’s get the other’s and go get my girl.”

Bucky’s jaw clinched hearing that and he sighed as Steve and Sharon walked into the hangar. He was uncertain of anything other than you weren’t going to be Steve’s when you came back. He didn’t want to hurt Steve, but he also didn’t want to lose you again.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/34788925

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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I’m really trying to go back to my happy place and write again, but I don’t even have the energy for that. Maybe it’s because I’m trying write about him, of which is something I’ve never done before.

4 unfinished works and just started #5

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Reblog if

It’s 104% okay to come to your DM and just say, “Hi, can we be friends?” And then start asking you random questions.

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Heard this Bad Girls Edit audio and had some sexy ideas involving knife flips and murder struts.

Bon appetit!

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Sanctuary Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: AU, Reader is Steve Rogers’ niece and a former Hydra captive who was taken at a young age. After finding a good place in the world, Sam and Bucky show up needing her help.

Series Warnings: TFATWS Spoilers, violence, mentions of death and rape

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: The X-Files Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alex Krycek/Dana Scully, Fox Mulder/Dana Scully Characters: Dana Scully, Alex Krycek, Fox Mulder, Cigarette Smoking Man (X-Files), William Scully Additional Tags: Angst, Comfort Sex, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Sexual Content, Secrets, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Alcohol, Sorry Not Sorry, I Ship It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Light Bondage, Spanking Summary:

This takes place a couple of years after S9, so that little talk CSM had with Skinner never happened. What if William wasn’t his, nor Mulder’s?

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: The X-Files Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alex Krycek/Reader, Fox Mulder/Dana Scully Characters: Reader, Alex Krycek, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, Cigarette Smoking Man (X-Files) Additional Tags: Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Not by Alex Krycek, Alcohol, Walk Into A Bar, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Comfort Sex, Consent, Original Character Death(s), Reader has a nightmare, Porn With Plot, Praise Kink, Slow Build, I'm Bad At Tagging, Falling In Love, Not sure where this takes place in the timeline, Muse is my Muse, Alex Krycek deserves to be happy, Alex Krycek is the hero, Cussing, Reader Is A Smart Ass, The Great Gatsby References Summary:

You're sent to kill Scully, but end up trying to kill Alex Krycek who just happens to be your savior.

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http://support.mydonatezone.com/index.asp?PID=71289

[lyndsaybones]

He never would have thought it would end like this.

He takes her home.

He doesn’t know what else to do.

Skinner, alive but critical, mumbled apologies as he was loaded into the ambulance. Monica’s body still sat in the mangled car, the hands that delivered William clinging to the steering wheel. His father and his son, in the water somewhere, drifting. And he, an orphaned son, a childless father left on dry land and just as lost.

Scully sniffles quietly from the passenger’s seat as they sit in the idling car. Their little house looms like a grey cloud. He feels like he should carry her. He knows she would never let him.

She is oddly peaceful considering all they’ve been through. He remembers thinking the same thing as he told her that a supposedly dead Jackson’s DNA matched hers. The realization falls over him and he feels a sudden sense of calm.

“You can feel him, can’t you? He’s alive.”

“I just want him to be okay,” she chokes. “To be happy.”

“Do you really believe what Skinner said, that he isn’t mine?” he asks, more than a little hurt.

“I don’t know…I think I was trying rationalize letting him go…again,” she says, tears streaming. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She grasps for his hand, clutches it between her palms. “I just, I love you both so much.”

Sobs swallow the last of her words and she covers her face.There is a console between them, but he reaches anyway, pulling her against him.

“Scully, listen. The questions were always there. Always,” he says as he kisses the part in her hair. “But you asked me to be the father of your child and I said ‘yes.’ So regardless of how he got here, of whether what Skinner told you is true or not, he’s mine.”

“He is,” she says, her voice breathy and tear soaked. “I know he is.”

“And someday,” he says, combing his fingertips through her hair. “We’ll see him again.”

She nods, pulling away and looking down simultaneously.

“What’re we gonna do?” she asks.

A little smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, he can’t help it. He reaches and presses his palm to her abdomen. “Be the oldest parents on the playground.”

She laughs, thank god and nods in assent.

They go inside and he follows her up the stairs, awestruck. His son is alive. They are together.

If anyone told him 25 years ago that he’d go from shaking her hand to sharing her bed, fathering her child…children, he never would have believed it. He never thought it would end like this.

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When it’s still probably not Mulder’s