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Dreams of Wolves and Light | Geralt x Assassin!reader

Description: When a misunderstanding leads to you having to fight a Witcher of all people, you encounter the last person on the continent you’d ever expected to.

Length: 3.5k

Trigger Warnings: fighting, blood, aggression, swearing?,

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Note: I am heavily basing my character design/backstory off Assassin’s Creed lore so its abit of a cross over. I am in love with both of the games so I felt abit of a crossover would be interesting.

Your mother. That was all you could smell. It brought you a comfort you hadn’t known in decades, the sweet scent of her hair oils filling your senses like a soft kiss to your face; that was the first sign you were dreaming. Nothing in your real life was so gentle as this anymore.

“Mother,” You heard yourself ask, not in the adult tone you knew by now, the one rugged with the scars of growing up. No, this one was young, tiny. Innocent. You barely remember being this age. “What did the seer mean, that thing she said about my destiny?” You asked curiously. You couldn't have been older than five.

This was a memory, you were certain of it, though the edges were blurred with the mirage of sleep, marred with the curse of losing one's memory as a long time passes. It was so dark in this dream, the image of Mother all but a shadow. You felt your hands run through her long hair, the trellises as soft as ever. You knew she was dead, but this all felt so real.

A honeysuckle laugh met your ears, calm and liquid: “You shouldn’t worry about destiny just yet, sweet pea. It’ll make sense someday,”

Your voice, your real voice, called for her in your slumber. It was perhaps this loud noise or the rumble of speaking in your chest that started to wake you, but it didn’t stop you clinging to the dream that bit tighter.

“But what did she mean? I don’t understand, there’s no wolves around here, are there Mama?” You heard yourself questioning frantically.

She simply chuckled again, and you felt a soft stroke of a mother’s touch on your forehead, soothing your qualms about what the seer had predicted for your future.

“Hush, pea. Nothing bad will happen to you while I’m here.” She soothed. You felt the cold of the outside, the real world, calling you home as she began fading into the deepest part of your mind once more, “Now enough talk of light and wolves and other such nonsense. It’s time you slept, little one,”

And yet, in a horribly ironic turn, it was then that you awoke.

The feeling of the scratchy, cheap sheets of the bed grounded you, finally bringing you out of your solemn reminiscence of that day, along with the horrid realisation your feet were practically like ice under the thin duvet. Your eyes scanned the room for the culprit of your discomfort until your eyes snapped on it. The window was open, letting a biting cool breeze nip at your skin.

You sighed, sitting up from the bed with a groan of effort. Yesterday’s journey had been particularly exhausting and your muscles were paying the price for it.

You thought about your dream as you packed up your things to travel once more, and took a deep breath of sourness as you exited the tavern and began climbing up a nearby church steeple to survey your area closer. You took little notice to a few townsfolk below you gasping as you expertly scaled the tall tower, as if your hands were made of hooks. There was no trickery needed, you simply had years of practice. It’ll make sense someday, the soft voice reverberated around your head tauntingly, and you gave another bitter sigh.

Because your mother had lied. She had died, and yet you still had no clues to what the seer’s vision meant. It had taunted you for years since she had passed, each turn of the phrase in your head as riddling as the last. Her old croak of a voice had uttered such an illusion to you, one you would never forget as long as you would live until you found the answer you wanted.

Dear Child, she had said, The wolf and the pup will guide you to the light or drag you to the darkness.

Your eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of someone travelling through the woods, just as the target you were here to kill supposedly had been for the past three days.

Your brotherhood had informed you of a cloaked figure moving between towns in the area, said to be slaughtering villagers in the night like some human shaped grim reaper. But the villagers weren’t just chosen at random, they just so happened to be informants for your creed, those who had happily given you and your brotherhood information over the years about your targets.

You called them the Keepers. They were an order of knights and lords who managed to find themselves in high courts all across the continent, whispering in the ears of leaders to control the continent as they pleased, starting wars and slaughtering people at a flick of their wrist under the titles of advisors to the court. Your creed had been able to keep them at bay for the time being, but they were getting stronger, smarter, and now you were losing your key informants at the hands of your enemies.

So it was only logical that the brotherhood decided to send their best assassins out to hunt the killer. Or killers perhaps. You had your private suspicions that this was a much bigger plot than it seemed, that many malevolent leaders had their puppeteering fingers on the strings of these killers. They weren’t working alone.

There! Your eyes caught sight of a small flume of smoke coming from amidst the trees, around a two hours ride away from here. In all likelihood, it was nothing, yet if they were simply a traveller they may have some more information on where your newest target was.

So, the woods it was then, you decided.

“If only mother could see me now,” You almost laughed to yourself cynically at your words, checking the street below for a soft landing, your eyes narrowing on a deep enough pile of hay that would break your fall well, “So much for that destiny bullshit,”

And with that you leapt.

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Geralt watched Ciri contort in her sleep, frowning as he heard her mumbling empty threats to some unknown assailant. His heart went out to the cub, it really did, he just had no idea how he was supposed to defend her from figments of her own mind. Goblins and ghouls, he could handle, but Geralt knew more than the average man that the biggest threats we faced were often the darkest parts of ourselves only we could confront.

“Stay back,” The blonde girl whimpered, her legs thrashing on the woodland floor. Geralt minded how her boot got a little too close to the hot coals that was all that remained from their fire last night and decided he needed to wake her up for her own good. As if hearing his concerned thoughts, the Cintran girl’s eyes snapped open without prompt, taking in the bright new morning they had awoken to.

“Glad to see you’re awake,” Geralt started, packing the few items he had into his rucksack ready to load Roach up for another day of journeying towards Kaer Morhen, “How did ou sle-”

“Someone’s coming,” Ciri rushed, giving little explanation as she sat upright, disturbing the dry leaves around her small body. Geralt seemed to tense up in alert in synchrony with the worry in her voice.

“What do you mean? Where?” He asked sternly, golden eyes flicking between the trees frantically to see where the problem was.

“I don’t know, I just saw them in my dream,” Ciri frowned, her eyes trying to chase the source of her vision just as much as her protector’s were. “A man in a black cloak and a mask, he was reaching for me. I couldn’t get away,” Her voice wobbled with the trace of the fear she’d felt in her dream, knowing it was about to become a reality before her very eyes. Her visions always started like this.

Geralt sighed, looking at the younger girl’s startled frame. He had forgotten what children were like when they had convinced themselves the monsters in their head were real. He was so sure she was just on edge from her morbid sleep, “Ciri, I’m sure it was just a nightmare,” The older man tried to reassure her, but the girl had since hopped up to attention, her heart racing with fear.

“No! No, Geralt, it wasn’t like the black knight. It was different this time, you have to believe me! I saw him,” Ciri said fiercely, eyes flicking through the trees as more snippets of her dream started playing out before her until… “There! A rider!”

Geralt looked at where she was pointing, her expression somewhere between triumph and fear as she locked in on the man from her dream. His attuned senses caught up to him as the sound of fast approaching hooves met his ears, and he made out the figure of a dark cloak atop a grey horse, an omen of death if ever he’d seen one.

“Go stand behind Roach. Don’t reveal yourself until I tell you it’s safe to.” Geralt ordered, blindly following the girl’s intuition. He had no idea who this person was, but the accuracy of the Princess’s dream told him to trust her word nonetheless. She followed his command, standing behind his mare’s large, muscular legs and using the surrounding bushes as slight cover from whoever this man may be.

He drew his sword as the rider approached, lifting his own dark hood over his head and hiding behind a large tree in order to size up this mystery passenger.

Geralt heard Ciri’s heart pounding from her hiding place, rhythmically in time with the hooves of the approaching horse. He felt as if he were holding his own breath, waiting for the assailant to hopefully pass by with no qualms on their position, the sound of the footfall only getting louder in his sensitive ears. He didn’t doubt his skills necessarily, he knew he could protect Ciri from any regular foe, but his time with the Cintran girl had been nothing but a handful of surprises, even the gift of her herself. It unnerved him that she had seen this man approaching them; why him?

It struck him then what was odd about the approaching fiend. He couldn't hear a heartbeat.

There was something different about this enemy, he could feel it in his gut.

The rider slowed their horse down to a trot, then to a walk as they neared the camp he and the girl had slept at. He heard them dismount gently, their feet much lighter than expected as they closed in on his makeshift campsite.

He tried to listen for any other clues as to who the target was, but all he heard was a brief fumble of a hand on the forest floor as they felt around the dying fire, no doubt trying to gage from the heat in the soil how fresh or old the flame was. They were smart, skilled at tracking it seemed.

Geralt decided it was now a good time to confront the man in question. He couldn't risk him advancing on Ciri.

The white wolf rounded the tree, sword bared and ready for a fight.

Except there was no one there.

The horse they had rode on still stood obediently, so they hadn’t left, he would have heard if they had anyway. There were no tracks, the ones that remained seemed to have been swept away by the man’s long cape that Ciri had noted immediately.

They had just … vanished. Like a ghost or a flume of smoke simply fading into the air around them. No trace they were really ever there.

Geralt stood to attention, ears pricked like a wild animal on the prowl for its prey as he took in every minute movement around him. His head snapped to a small movement in the tree above him, only to see a small crow hopping between the branches innocently. Sure, that very well could be them considering some mages were well known to shapeshift, but Geralt’s eyes flickered around the perimeter unconvinced.

For a moment, there was just silence. Ciri’s heart pounding in his ears from her spot, Roach’s much slower heartbeat overlapping it. He was sure even he was holding his breath as he searched for any sign of the assailant.

And yet nothing.

He had but a millisecond to react as he heard a faint twig snap above his head before it was too late. A body - the body he had been searching for in fact - landed on his shoulders with a diligence he had only seen in professional killers. The unexpected force of a figure damn near knocked him to the floor, though luckily he was more than built enough in his legs to handle the weight. He did, however, drop his sword in shock, and was left grappling with the perpetrator with his bare hands.

The, who he now guessed was an assassin due to their expertise skill, wrapped his cloak hood over his face, effectively blinding him and suffocating him at the same time. He reached out for any part of their body he could grab hold of, satisfied when he felt the culprits waist, grabbing it with both hands and heaving them forward with a heavy buck towards the forest floor.

The assassin was flung to the floor, though they had the good sense to grab his cape in just the right place from around his neck to take him tumbling to the ground too. The figure kicked out a heavy boot into his stomach as he careered almost on top of them, and even his quick reflexes felt numbed as they skillfully pinned him to the ground. He felt a set of thighs wrap around his neck, arm yanked upwards towards a surprisingly well endowed chest, before they began to squeeze like a muscled constrictor around his neck.

Geralt groaned in effort as his throat began to pay the price for his opponent's quick work. Luckily, his eyes caught sight of a small blade in the side of the assassin’s boot, and he was smart to yank it out of its holder before his airways could be shut off. He plunged it into the figure's thigh, making them grunt shortly and loosen their grip on his neck. Just as he'd wanted, he grabbed the figure by the scruff of their own cape and threw them to the ground next to him.

The pair of them stood, Geralt only equipped with the assailant's own blade, as he watched the figure in question pull another two long knives out of their waist scabbards. He debated drawing one from his own boot that he knew lay hidden, but their smaller, more nimble stature told him his odds were against him at a knife fight. He was good with a sword, gods know he was good with a sword, but this assassin clearly operated with small, fast movements, something his brawny build worked against.

Instead, Geralt chose a smarter route. He moved his hands into the symbol of axii, pushing his hands forward to thrust the wind in their direction to knock them hard away from Ciri.

The white haired man felt his mouth drop open when the galeforce current he sent towards them was deflected by a cross of their wrists, as if they had bounced the wind off their being with the action.

Instead, the spell he had conjured was sent straight back at him, launching him backwards, further into the forest. His body dragged along the floor with the weight of the spell, ironically knocking the air out of his lungs in both force and shock at the action he had just witnessed.

What in the continent was that?

He barely registered the fact the movement had thrown him past Roach and Ciri, his mind racing to catch up with what had just happened, but he didn’t miss the young girl’s worried eyes following his falling figure, nor did he fail to see the way the assassin ran at him with their blades drawn.

Geralt barely had time to sit up to defend himself before the dark hooded figure had jumped at him, their weapon pressed against his throat oddly delicately. He could barely make out who was beneath the hood from the black sheath they wore over their mouth and nose, and the clothing was draped too far down to see any eyes. The figure looked like what he imagined the grim reaper to be, the omen from the stories he and his brothers used to tell each other before bed back when they were just young ones. The other hand brought the twin blade careering down towards his head, and Geralt prepared himself to take the stab to the hand when Ciri spoke up.

“NO! STOP!” The young cub yelled, revealing herself even though it had been clear from their new position that they were not at all alone.

Geralt watched the figure freeze for a moment. It seemed a shred of humanity gleamed through the assassin’s behaviour as they heard a mere child beg for mercy. Their head snapped towards where Cirilla stood, false bravery on her expression as she watched the figure look straight at her, their attention diverted away from the white wolf.

“Ciri?” The assassin said, though the voice was muffled from the mask and much higher pitched than Geralt had imagined.

It was then that the small frame, the voice, the quiet, nimble movement they held, it all wove together in Geralt’s mind.

It dawned on him that this assassin was in fact a woman.

A woman who had stupidly taken her eyes off him.

He knocked her clean off her feet as she stared at the princess for much longer than he felt comfortable with, her smaller body rolling clear out of the way of Ciri and Roach, dropping one of her knives in the process.

You groaned as you felt the effect of his hard punch land hard where your nose was, rattling your brain inside your head. It couldn’t be, surely you were seeing things. That couldn’t be the princess.

As your thoughts raced, you were unceremoniously picked up by the scruff of your neck like a pup in a litter. Your most obviously concealed weapons thrown to the ground next to you as the Goliath of a man handled you with revenge in his piercing golden eyes.

He ripped your hood down revealing your neatly braided hair and partially covered face, though you simply looked over his shoulder at the girl who had shouted for mercy.

You had to know if it was her. What on earth was she doing so far from Cintra? She had grown so much since you'd last seen her. Why was she with your target? Your heart plummeted as you feared the worse for your sweet girl: Had she been kidnapped by this man?

“Eyes on me,” He growled at you, watching as your gaze had ignored him and gone straight to his child surprise. “Now, who sent you?

Your head snapped back to him at the hostile mutter of his question, “Who sent me?" You snarled, "I should be asking you the same thing,”

Geralt huffed, bringing one of his large hands up to your throat as you kicked viciously against his brutish strength. “If you want to talk in riddles, I have no use for you,”

You prepared yourself to start wrestling against his grip when a figure appeared over the shoulder of the man, exactly the one you could have sworn blind you'd heard. Your eyes widened at the girl you had left all those years ago.

“Y/N?” Ciri asked cautiously, as if the mask that lay on your face deceived her. But the way you’d looked up at her had her curious, and she was so sure when she’d gotten a closer look at your cape and facial features, the years came back to her in waves of nostalgia.

Geralt’s head turned to the young cub who approached carefully, her grey fur coat dragging behind her slowly. He felt his hands loosen from around your throat as he saw the saddened glint in Ciri’s eyes, and something tinged with recognition as she said your name again. He put you down the minute he saw her reaching for you longingly, and the second your feet met the floor she had rushed forward to take you in by the waist, burying her head into the crook of your hood as if she was greeting a family member.

You hugged her back just as tenderly, pulling your black mask down to reveal quite a beautiful face indeed, bar the bruise that was quickly forming on your nose thanks to Geralt’s heavy hands. “Sweet girl, what on earth are you doing here?” You asked in a voice so soft he couldn’t believe you had been grappling to kill each other not five minutes earlier.

Geralt’s head swam with lost thoughts. How on earth had you escaped and left no tracks in the first place? How had you deflected his axii like that, he was so sure that was impossible, and more importantly, why was his child surprise holding onto you as if her life depended on it?

Nothing about you made sense, not one single piece of information and so Geralt, in his whirring mind had nothing else to say to you except: “Who the fuck are you?”

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The Surrogate [pt.1]

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha, Clint and you have been inseparable since you joined Shield all those years ago. When Natasha mentions how much she wanted to be a mother you make it your mission to give her that opportunity. The hysterectomy in Widow training left her unable to carry a child but her ovaries remained. Using her egg, and a sperm donation from Clint, you carry the child and have to deal with all that comes with it - mostly a very protective mother. Warnings: 18+ only, pregnancy, mentions of blood WC: 2610 Set after Civil War, just before Infinity War and after End Game.

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Wakanda, late 2017

Tears filled Nat’s eyes as she watched the image moving on the black and white screen. The baby, her baby, was throwing kicks that already made her so proud.

“We gotta work on that roundhouse, kid.” She murmured as she bit her knuckle to stop her lip trembling.

You took her soft hand, running your thumb over the teeth marks on her skin before wiping the stray tear that escaped. “At least give her a few years before you start training her.”

“Her?” The fearless widow's eyes widened as she looked to the sonographer.

“Too early to tell I’m afraid.” She smiled and wiped off the gel from your stomach. “We can check that at the next scan.”

“I bet she’s a girl, smart and brave like her mom.” You said squeezing Nat’s hand before getting up from the bed.

Natasha held the precious images in her hands as you left the hospital and kept peeking at them as if they would suddenly disappear. She was so wrapped up in the outline of her baby's face that when she saw sudden movement beside her she lashed out. Clint groaned and she grabbed his hand and twisted it away from your stomach before dropping it like hot coals.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” She gasped, taking his hand and rubbing his sprained wrist. “You shouldn’t sneak up on us like that.”

“I’ve been talking to y/n for the past two minutes.” He chuckled and plucked the ultrasound images from her fingers to look at the baby. “Ugh, they all look like aliens.”

Natasha hit his arm as she took them back and cradled them to her chest while he laughed at her defensiveness. “Do not!”

“Trust me, I’ve been through this three times. Don’t let them do a 4D scan, it’ll give you nightmares.” He said with a theatrical shiver. “Now who’s up for sushi, I’m starving.”

“She’s not allowed sushi.” She answered before you could. “Shouldn’t you be heading home before anyone realises you left. You are under house arrest, remember?”

“How could I forget?” He laughed. “Fine, fine, I can tell when I’m not wanted. I jizzed in a jar for you and now you don’t need me anymore. I feel used.”

“We really do love you.” You promised as you waved him off, the Wakandans giving him a stealth lift home.

You were about to walk over to the quinjet that Steve, Sam and Wanda were waiting at when Nat pulled you to a stop. You could already see what she was about to ask of you the second your eyes connected and you shook your head.

“I’m going with you, Nat.”

“Please, I need to know you and this baby are somewhere safe, warm and fed.” She said as she splayed her fingers across your abdomen, the tiniest hint of bump beneath her palm. “T’Challa has said you are welcome here and Shuri will make sure you have the best care possible.”

“You make it sound like you're not coming back.” Your emotions had already been all over the place the last three months and once again fresh tears pricked your eyes.

“We will stop by whenever we can, I promise.” She said, wiping your eyes and wrapping her arms around your waist. “It just might be a little while.”

A larger pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders as Nat stepped away and you looked up to see Steve with a sad smile. “You just worry about taking care of that baby, I’ll watch her back.”

“Watch each other’s backs.” You said louder as you looked at the others lined up on the ramp.

“I need a favour.” Steve suddenly said seriously and you frowned at the tone. “Can you check in on Bucky?”

“You didn’t go and see him?” Your frown deepened.

“I went to but…he looked…I dunno, peaceful. If he saw me he would offer to come with us and…”

“You don’t think the Wakandans got rid of it all?”

“No, it’s not that, I know they broke Hydra’s hold on him but I don’t know if Bucky has. If that makes sense.”

You ran your hands up and down his huge biceps and tried to ease the discontent in your friend as you nodded. “You guys better get going. Don’t worry about me or Bucky, just don’t get caught.”

You gave one last wave as the ramp began to rise and prayed they stayed safe as they headed to Algeria to help with a new conflict. It was all you and the team of rogue avengers had done for just over a year, moving from one fight to another hoping to bring peace. You actually weren’t sure what you were going to do with yourself, you never usually had so much time on your hands but now you had six months.

“Excuse me, where can I find Bucky?” You asked Ayo as you passed her on the way to your new room.

“The white wolf keeps to himself.” She nodded her head to the wall of glass that overlooked the pastures. “He has a spot a few miles out.”

She pulled a black orb off her bracelet and held it out to you, tapping it to open a holographic image that morphed into a map. “Goodluck.”

She tapped the butt of her spear into the ground twice before continuing on her journey and disappearing around the corner before you could even ask what she meant by that. Confused and in possession of a highly intelligent piece of equipment, you held tight to the ball and walked away from your room with the map tracing your every move.

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The long grass kept catching on your clothes as you walked and you swore under your breath as you followed the device's coordinates towards an ochre clay and thatch hut, similar to some you had passed on the long walk. You had almost reached the curtained archway when a head popped out followed by the man himself, having to duck low to get out of his home, and his forehead instantly crumpled as he spotted you.

“Uh, hey.” You said with an awkward wave, not really having had a plan for how this meeting would go.

“You were in Germany.” He said, recognising you from the briefest of interactions before you had helped evacuate people from the airport before it got destroyed. “Y/n.”

You were surprised how much you liked the sound of your name on his tongue, a hint of his Brooklyn accent peeking through.

“Yeah, Steve asked me to check in on you since I’m going to be staying here for the next few months.” You smiled and mindlessly rubbed your belly as you spoke and you caught the dart of his eyes down to your hand.

“Steve’s here?” His eyes lit up before you shook your head and his face dropped. “You and Steve are…”

“Friends. I’m a surrogate.” You laughed at his confused expression, remembering Steve the first time it was explained to him too. “I’m having Natasha’s baby.”

“She’s the father?” He looked even more confused and you had to rein in your amusement as you shook your head.

“She’s the mother. Clint’s technically the father but he’s not going to be on the birth certificate.”

“That is the arrow guy, the one with the family.” He nodded remembering the other man who had helped in the fight in Germany before wrinkling his nose. “He has a wife.”

“Ok, I am really not explaining this well.” You sighed in exasperation. “Doctor’s took an egg from Natasha and Clint did his thing, y’know, in a pottle or whatever, then they put them together in a science lab and then they put it in me. Laura knows all about it and I didn’t have sex with Clint, thank god. I’m like the Virgin Mary…but not a virgin.”

“Ok.” He said with a shrug and began to walk to the veggie garden leaving you to catch up.

“That’s it, no questions?” You asked as you caught up to him and heard his laugh for the first time, a warm rumble that came from deep in his chest.

“Steve was enhanced by a serum, I’m 100 years old, I live with Wakandan technology. I don’t ask questions anymore.”

“Fair enough.”

You watched him work in silence, moving around the tracks in the garden and picking weeds that sprouted as well as gathering some cassava and tucking them in the folds of his red shuka. Every now and again he would look up to see you still leaning against a tree trunk in the shade but you knew that wasn’t necessary with his enhanced hearing, so it just left you curious.

Even in the shade the heat overwhelmed you and had you tugging at your shirt, lifting it out in the hopes that cool air might miraculously blow up it but it wasn’t working. You turned your back on Bucky and his gardening to watch the glimmer of sunlight on the little lake he lived next to. You could imagine how perfect the water would feel lapping around your feet so you kicked your shoes off and began to make your way towards the waters edge.

“Don't move!”

You froze instantly at the order, the deep timbre that gripped you to his authority and heard the quiet rustle of footsteps through the grass behind you. The grass in front of your foot moved and suddenly you realised that it wasn’t the grass moving but something moving in it. You could barely feel the arm wrapping around your waist as your heart hammered in your chest, eyes fixed on the brown head of the snake poised and ready to attack.

“Ow, fuck.” Bucky hissed as he spun you around and put himself between the venomous vine snake.

His hold on you dropped and he reached behind his back to grab the snake that had buried its fangs in the skin beneath the fabric. He glared at the snake a moment before throwing it with all his might right across the lake to the banks on the other side and groaning as the poison coursed through his veins.

“Shit, shit, shit!” You swore as you scrambled for your phone only to remember it was in your room. “What do we do? I need to get Shuri.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said through gritted teeth as he stumbled back towards his hut. “‘S not the first time.”

You hurried to his side and wrapped an arm around his waist, supporting some of his weight as you walked to his hut and ducked inside. It was far emptier than you imagined it would be, a single mattress on the floor at one end, a low table with a single cushion for him to eat at. It looked lonely.

“What did you do last time? Do you have anti-venom?” You asked as you helped him onto the mattress taking care that he didn’t lie directly on his back.

A sharp sarcastic laugh escaped his teeth and he shook his head. “I have the serum, it won’t let the venom kill me.”

“It’s still got to be painful.”

He didn’t answer but you could see it was already painful from the way his eyelids flinched with every movement and soon a trail of blood leaked from his nose. He had saved your life, you could hardly leave him in the state he was in, so you went to the few belongings that were in a woven basket and grabbed a small washcloth before dunking it in the pale of water.

“Don’t move.” You ordered as he tried to pull away from your touch.

His eyes clenched shut as a fever broke over his skin and you pressed the cool cloth to his head, leaving it to rest there while you untied his shuka. A shaking hand reached up to stop you but you placed it back at his side.

“I need to see the wound.” You said softly. “Just let me take care of you, it's the least I can do.”

His nod was imperceptible but you took his silence as agreement and pulled the red fabric away and bared his back. Four angry red puncture wounds swelled at the base of his spine, blood seeping from the holes in a constant stream.

“Why isn’t it clotting?” You asked as you wiped the blood away for the third time.

“The venom…stops it.” He stammered as shivers racked his body.

You couldn’t imagine him already going through this alone, it was horrifying to watch so you knew it must have been ten times worse to actually experience. You grabbed more of his clothes and apologised as you ripped through them to make a bandage and stem the bleeding. You promised yourself you would replace what you ruined as you pulled his blankets over his body and hoped you had done enough to ease some of his suffering.

The cassava he had harvested had fallen out of his clothes so you took them to the small hearth that had been quietly burning and found a knife to peel and cut them. A simmering pot was hung over the hearth and added the cassava to that before stirring it and going back to check on Bucky. His forehead was crumpled with pain lines as you took the now warm cloth away and placed a fresh cool one back down.

“You’ll make a good mother.” He murmured without opening his eyes.

“That’s sweet but the baby isn’t mine, Natasha will be her mother.” You sighed longingly, not realising being a mother was actually something you wanted until you were carrying someone else’s child. “Thank you for saving us.”

“Worth saving.” He muttered before his breathing slowed and sleep took over.

You couldn’t help wondering what he meant by that, did he think he wasn’t worth saving? Is that why he put himself into harm's way, because he thought it was penance for his actions as the Winter Soldier? From everything Steve told you about his best friend, you knew he was a good person and his selfless act cemented that belief but you couldn’t help but feel the need to change the way he saw himself.

Perhaps it was because of your own dark background that made you want to show him how people change, that they are not defined by their worst actions. When Natasha and Clint recruited you, they were actually on a mission to kill you. They saw something in you worth saving, something you couldn’t see until they brought you into Shield and showed you how you could use your skills for doing good. You now saw in Bucky what Nat and Clint saw in you.

The next six months looked a lot better now that you had your own mission to complete.

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Hello honey bunnies !!! I don’t know if you are comfortable writing it but I would really love to request some Mreader x Yelena I didn’t find any on Tumblr nor ao3🙃

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Male!reader

Warnings: character death mention, angst, mourning

Word count: 600

a/n: yes i made this angst i will do so whenever given the chance 👍

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Opposing the classic stereotype, it didn't rain when Y/N and Yelena visited Nat's grave for the first time. In fact, it was as clear as a day could possibly get. Not a single cloud speckled the bright blue skies, and the gentle breeze was not too strong nor was it absent.

If not given the current circumstances, Y/N and Yelena would've taken advantage of the sunny day to go out for a run with their dog, Fanny, or gone out on a picnic date. But, of course, they could not.

The two walked, side-by-side and in silence up the path, treaded upon so many times it was clear to see and find in the somewhat tall grass. Y/N glanced at Yelena, fighting the sudden urge to grab ahold of her slightly trembling hand. She kept her gaze ahead, frown growing the closer they got to the two trees where her sister lay, tilted away from each other to form a 'V' shape.

Several other graves lay scattered around Nat's, but it was clear none had been as visited as hers. The grave, freshly embedded into the soil, was crowned by flowers and surrounded by more. A few teddy bears, candles, and pictures could be seen among it all, as well. Y/N's stomach clenched, and his gaze immediately snapped towards Yelena. Not to his surprise, she kept as straight a face as possible. Everything in her face, apart from a deep, pained frown, seemed emotionless.

They got to the grave and while Y/N sat down before it, Yelena crouched and got to tidying the clutter. Moving pictures and bouquets around, she revealed the words carved into the lower part of the stone.

Daughter - Sister - Avenger

Y/N's words got caught in his throat. If there had even been any, in the first place. So he watched wordlessly until she felt she was done and moved back to sit beside him.

Y/N searched for the right words, distantly wondering if he should even speak at all. Before he could decide, Yelena beat him to it.

"Two years," she said, voice wavering. She pressed her palm to the soil, eyebrows pinching in barely held-back anguish. "I had her back for two years."

Y/N sighed and finally decided to take her free hand into his own. She squeezed it tightly, head dipping. Definitely not for the first time, his pain for Yelena grew when he recalled she'd been blipped, taking from her five whole years to spend with her sister.

"Two years to make up for almost a lifetime," she said, frustration seeping into her tone. Her hand trembled in Y/N's.

"I know," he whispered, moving closer to her, shoulders pressed together. "I know."

"She didn't- She never got to retire. To live out the rest of her life without being an Avenger or worrying about saving the world or-" her voice gave out, and Y/N didn't need to see the tears building up in her eyes to know she was about to break.

He twisted around and pulled her against him. And although he was uncomfortable and his side was straining with the awkward position, he let her cling to him.

"I'm sorry," now it was Y/N's turn to tear up. It was so unfair. He could remember as if it were yesterday how thrilled Yelena had been after finding her sister again. And now she had lost her all over again. For good this time.

After a while, Yelena rested her head on his shoulder, gazing tiredly at the gravestone.

"She loved you so much, you know that, right?" Y/N murmured after pressing a gentle, long kiss on her temple.

"I know," she said. "I know."

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a/n: fun fact i cried harder during the post-credit scene for this movie than i did watching marley and me 👍

Well hello people who can think in their heads! I can’t !

So basically I can fonction without making sentences in my head and sometimes I force myself to actually think. And also when I read or write something there are no voices in my head.

This is earth shattering, I can’t believe there are people, who don’t think in sentences??? What the fuck is an abstract non-verbal thot? Y’all hoes think in Pictionary???? What the fuck

Look at where you are, look at where you started

Yeah that’s right nobody can resist that guy

Love em' and leave em' is there going to be part 3 ?

There is now 🥵

Love ‘em and Leave ‘em [pt.3] || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, oral (f rec), unprotected sex WC: 1.8k

main masterlist || bucky masterlist || part one || part two

Every instinct of yours told you to run, to get out that door and get as far away as possible. On the other hand, a small ache in your chest hinted at a larger pain you would feel if you were to leave. This was breaking every rule.

“Here, you look like you could use it.” Bucky chuckled as he handed you a large glass of wine.

“I didn’t pick you for a wine drinker.” You frowned as you accepted the stem.

“There’s lots about me that would surprise you, if you got to know me.” He teased as he sat down on the couch beside you.

“What are we doing Bucky?” You sighed as you ran your finger around the ring of the glass just to keep your fingers occupied. “If you want to know more about me, I’ll give you my file but this just feels weird. I mean, we have had sex on this couch more times than I can count and now you want to casually chat?”

Bucky shrugged and stretched his arm over the back of the couch, fingers delicately trailing along your shoulder. “I’m not saying sex is off the table.”

“Well that’s a relief.” You rolled your eyes. “It’s the only reason I’m here.”

He smirked as he raised the glass back to his lips, a small sip savouring the flavour while you tipped yours back and emptied it. He was right, you did need the drink if you were going to be having such a heavy conversation, especially for a Tuesday night.

“You don’t have to lie to me, doll. You knew the deal when you came here.”

“And now I am regretting it.” You muttered under your breath as you placed the empty glass on his coffee table. “I’m not sure what you are hoping to prove if I stay the night.”

“That you actually like me.”

“I do like you Bucky…when you're busy using your tongue to make me cum and not talking about feelings.”

He placed his glass on the table beside yours and pushed you back into the couch so he could spread your legs and fill the space between. His hands shoved your dress up to your hips and he ran his fingers over your mound, pressing the thin fabric into your heat. This was what you were hoping for on his return from his mission, this was the release you were chasing and that your fingers couldn’t replicate.

“Hmm, you can say you don’t like talking but look how wet you are.” He teased as he brushed the fabric aside and gathered your arousal on his fingers so you had to watch him lick them clean.

“Bucky…” You groaned as his touch disappeared and you squirmed with the need to feel it again.

“Don’t worry, I missed you just as much.”

His lips placed light kisses along the inside of your thigh, the tickle of his stubble sending goosebumps across the skin. The feeling was so foreign to you that it almost seemed to give you a brain freeze and you couldn’t remember how to breathe. Everything was alway hard and fast, passionate and violent sex. You didn’t know he could even show restraint let alone take his time to make love.

“What are you doing?” You gasped as the word crossed your mind.

“I’m getting to know you.” He breathed across your skin as he began to make his way up your other leg. “Every inch of you. Close your eyes.”

You stared at him for a moment, wanting to know if there was some trick but his intense blue orbs looked sincere so you blinked a few times before closing them completely. Your ears were sensitive to every sound, the blood rushing through your head, Bucky’s timed breathing or the quiet smacking of his lips as they kissed your skin. You heard it all and it left you dizzy.

A soft moan fell from your lips as they parted, your muscles relaxing under his hands that massaged them and still he kept bathing you with his kiss. Perhaps this was how the gods felt when they were worshipped, it was no wonder they had such big ego’s, the high was intoxicating. Spots of light flashed behind your eyelids as you felt him getting closer to where you needed him most.

“Lay down.” Bucky ordered and you moved so that you laid down the length of the couch. “Good girl.”

You waited for his touch, about to peek out from under your lashes when cold liquid drizzled across your stomach. A gasp jumped from your lungs at the sudden unexpected chill before Bucky’s tongue lapped it up, the sharp scent of the white wine added to the sensual experience. He could feel your body shiver and you felt the rumble of his deep chuckle more than you heard it.

His fingers dipped between your legs and he hummed in appreciation. “So fucking wet for me.”

“Please, Bucky, I need you.” You whined as you felt the throbbing deep in your core that hadn’t been reached since he left.

His resolve was breaking as he watched you squirm for him with desperation, your eyes screwed shut and mouth open as he worked his thick digits in and out of your pussy. Unable to deny either of you any longer, he pulled his hand away and told you to open your eyes. You blinked slowly as you were blinded by the bright lights above you and took the hand he offered you, pulling you onto shaky legs before leading you to his bed.

“I was half expecting rose petals scattered everywhere.” You joked as you looked around his tidy room.

“It crossed my mind.”

You weren’t sure if his smile said he was teasing or if he actually had thought about doing it. You weren’t sure what shocked you more, that you didn’t turn and run or that you would have found the notion…sweet. He seemed to notice you were getting lost in your head again and he dimmed the lights before pulling you to his chest and capturing your lips.

The kiss didn’t end, even as he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled you over his lap, his cock straining against his jeans and you rolled your hips to get the friction you desperately needed. You both broke away with the need for oxygen and he laid back on the bed, tugging you higher up his body.

“You wanna cum babydoll, then get up here.” He said as he patted the space beside his head. “I missed your taste.”

You climbed his body at the promise of release and settled yourself over his face, his hot breath warming your damp thighs before his tongue reached your folds. Your head fell back in ecstasy as he explored your slit with his tongue, moaning to himself as he tasted your juices that were flowing from you before giving your sensitive pearl some love.

“God, that feels fantastic.” You moaned as your hips began to roll, pushing his head into the mattress and you tried to feel more. “I’m gonna cum all over your face, Buck.”

You couldn’t make out what he said with his mouth full but it sounded promising and when his hands cupped your ass and ground you against him even harder, you were done. Bolts of lightning splintered your body and you cried out as your legs began to tremble around his head, clit pulsing over his tongue as he let you ride out your orgasm against it.

Your head was spinning as you collapsed onto the mattress beside him, a lazy grin across your face from the sheer intensity of your orgasm, all thanks to the slow build up he had given you. You couldn’t believe both of you were still pretty much completely dressed with the exception of your panties laying discarded somewhere in his living room.

“You are way overdressed for the evening's activities.” You said as you tugged the button of his shirt open and began to pull the material up over his abs as he smirked.

“Plenty of time for that, we are just getting started.”

You were 99% sure if he wasn’t pinning you up against the shower wall that you would have sunk right down the drain as his hips pistoned into you. All you could do was hang on for dear life as another orgasm ripped through while you were meant to be getting clean. You had figured out his ploy was to fuck you until you couldn’t walk because then you couldn’t leave before spending the night and you had to give it to him, it was going to work.

“I can’t, Bucky, I can't, it's too much.” You whimpered as he dared to elicit another orgasm from you before he came.

“You’ve had more than this before.” He strained as his own release loomed over him.

“It’s different.” You admitted quietly as you bit your lip. “These are so fucking intense, please, Bucky I need a break.”

Your begging seemed to break him and his hips dug into you before he stayed buried as deep as he could get, his breathing in your ear and his cock throbbing in your cunt. “Fuuuck. Holy shit.”

Your arms hung limp around his neck as his strength kept you upright and you sighed with relief after enduring so much pleasure you couldn’t possibly take anymore. Gently placing you back on your feet, he checked your legs weren’t about to collapse under you before washing your body clean, then his. You might as well have been a ragdoll considering how boneless you seemed to be.

“You can rest now.” He said softly as he laid down beside you, your eyes heavy and already beginning to close. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper as you drifted off to sleep, body curling into his. “Goodnight, Bucky.”

A moment of peace washed over you as you opened your eyes, the morning rays casting golden light over the room. You thought that the shadows made Bucky’s jaw look even more defined and your finger traced the line before your mind caught up and you froze.

“Hey.” He smiled as he opened his eyes, the blue pale in comparison to how dark they were last night. “Are you okay?”

You didn’t trust your voice so you nodded, a thousand thoughts running through your head. There was the urge to escape, the urge to lie, the urge to stay and the urge to tell the truth - so many urges you didn’t know which would prevail. Opting for some place in between you accepted his kiss as he pulled you closer into his embrace.

“I will be.”

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Broken Heart

Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.

You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.

Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Language,

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Chapter 11-

Slowly, you fluttered your eyes open, blinking away the fuzziness as you took in the scene around you.

Coen was sitting on the ground across the room, his head in his hands, the potions that he grabbed broken on the ground beside him. The few remaining Witchers were all standing around the room, their heads lowered.

Ciri was crying in Yennefer’s arms while Lambert paced the cafeteria, kicking any object in his path as he swore every word under the sun.

Then there was Jaskier, who was sitting on the ground beside you, hugging his knees to his chest as he cried softly, his face buried on top of his knees.

Suddenly, realisation hit you; they all thought you had died.

Holy shit, they thought you were dead.

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Innocence taken (1/2)

Info: Thomas Shelby has been the sole carer for his baby sister since he returned from the war, meaning that he has always been overly protective of her. At age 16, she tries to be more independent without the help of her brothers but when she gets attacked one night, she ends up pregnant and when her brother finds out, he doesn't realize that it wasn't by choice, and regrets it when Polly tells him the bad news.

Season: 1

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x sister reader, Shelby clan x sister reader

warnings: Mentions of rape

Part 2

The Garrison was practically empty as it neared closing time. Tommy Shelbys youngest sister y/n, laughed as she talked to Grace, cleaning up the counter. Grace placed some empty glasses on top of the bar counter as she cleaned up some of the tables that were empty. The two looked up when they heard the back room opening, seeing Tommy coming through. He nods at Grace before turning to his sister as she moved from behind the counter.

"Y/n, let's go home." Tommy stated, heading to front door as he lit a cigarette he had placed in his mouth. "I'm helping Grace close up tonight." Y/n stated, not looking at her brother as she wiped down a table. "No your not." Tommy stated, turning to look at his sister. " Yes I am." Y/n stated, looking up at her brother with an annoyed look. "Y/n Shelby......." "I'm not a kid Tommy, I'm capable of walking home on my own." Y/n stated, moving towards her brother in intimidation "Your under my control until your eighteen y/n so I suggest you come with me or I swear I will fucking drag you home." Tommy threatened, moving closer to y/n as she took a step back "Finns eleven and you let him walk around on his own. What's so different for me?" Y/n asked, crossing her arms. Tommy looks at Grace who was stood behind the counter watching the Shelby siblings argue. "Listen y/n, your a girl, who has little to no idea on how to protect herself. I just want you to be safe." Tommy sighed, stubbing his cigarette in a an ash tray before placing his hands on his sisters upper arms. "Fuck that Thomas, I'm well capable of looking after myself." Y/n spoke confidently, shaking her head in disagreement. "Mr. Shelby if I could, I think y/n is capable of walking home on her own, she's took care of drunk men in here on the daily. On her own may I add." Grace piped up from where she stood, causing Tommy to turn his gaze to the Irish woman with a glare. "Tommy please, trust me." Y/n pleaded, placing a hand on his arm as he turned his gaze back to his sister "Of course I trust you sweetheart, it's others I don't." He tried to explain, placing a hand on her cheek gently "I promise to be careful." She smiled softly, causing Tommy to sigh and shake his head "I want you back before midnight, any later and I won't let you do it again." Tommy stated reluctantly causing y/n to smile widely. "Thanks Tommy." Y/n smiled, hugging him quickly before leaving to the back room. "She's a good person." Grace stated, looking at Tommy as he stood still for a moment. "It's those around us who aren't" Tommy stated, taking out a cigarette once again. "She has you wrapped around her little finger." Grace spoke daringly, watching as Thomas glanced at her "Ah." Thomas nodded, opening the door. "Goodnight Mr. Shelby." Grace called back before silence consumed the pub floor.

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"Goodnight Grace." Y/n called out as she and Grace parted ways after locking up for the night. "Night y/n, be safe walking home." Grace nodded to the young girl before leaving y/ns sight.

Y/n sighed and gave a yawn as she started walking towards her home from childhood. The streets were relatively quiet since majority of it's residents gone home for the night. Taking a turn y/n slowed down when she heard something. Looking behind her, she sees nothing so decides to keep going when suddenly, she's grabbed from the side. She tries to scream but a hand is placed over her mouth as she's pulled further into an alley way. Looking up at her attacker, her eyes widens when she sees the eyes of the drunk man who had grabbed her.

"Hey pretty girl, let's have some fun." He said before pushing her into the wall, forcing himself onto her as she tries to fight him.

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Tears in her eyes, y/n didn't say anything as the man fixed himself up and left her in the dark. Sniffing slightly, she placed a hand over her mouth to silence the sobs that left her body as she realized what happened.

Gaining composure, she slowly walked him, a look of terror as she kept looking around her. Her hair and clothes were all over the place as she held her shoulders, trying to keep the sleeve of her dress which ripped up for modesty.

Turning the corner to her childhood home, she groaned as she seen a glow of light in the sitting room when she opened the door. She froze when she seen it was Tommy, who had stayed awake to make sure she got home safe. Turning towards the stairs, she cringes as she hears her brother calling out to her, but ignores it as she heads to her room, closing the door.

"Y/n?" Tommy called out, moving out to the hall in confusion when she doesn't answer him. "Y/n" He tried again, moving to the bottom of the stairs and making his way up the stairs.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Tommy knocks on his sisters door before opening it when he doesn't hear anything. Sighing in relief, he seen her lying on her bed with her back towards the door. Satisfied that she was home he nodded his head before leaving, closing the door behind him not knowing y/n was still awake with tears falling down her cheeks as she cried softly.

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Two weeks after the incident, y/n was still struggling with that night. Every little noise she heard caused her to jump and feel uneasy. She avoided walking in the dark as much as possible, going as far as taking the early shifts in the Garrison instead of the late ones. She avoided close contact with her brothers as much of possible, not evening sneaking into Tommy's room as she always did from a young age since the war, a tradition which eased both her and her brother that they were home and safe, instead opting to stick around Polly and Ada when she was home.

Arthur and Tommy sat at the kitchen table when she made her way done the stairs, yawning as she reached the bottom stairs. She froze when she seen the two boys sitting at the table before looking at Polly as she walked into the kitchen from the living room where Finn was.

"Morning love." Polly smiled at her as she turned off the stove which held the breakfast for the morning. "Morning Pol." She smiled softly, hiding the nausea which started to come up at the smell of the bacon. "Want some breakfast?" Her aunt asked as she plated the breakfast. "Not hungry." Y/n replied, eyeing the plates Pol placed in front of Tommy and Arthur. "Y/n sit done and eat some breakfast love, we haven't seen much of you lately." Tommy tried, moving the chair beside him out before patting it for her to sit. "I have morning shifts in the Garrison so I better get going." Y/n stated as she grabbed her coat from the hanger. "Take some toast at least." Polly chimed, grabbing a piece of toast from Tommy's plate and throwing it in the girls direction.

Y/n smiled weakly and grabbed the piece of toast that was left on the table before nodding and leaving quickly. Tommy watched with squinted eyes as his youngest sister left the house before moving towards the window, watching her cross the road and head the direction of the Garrison.

"Tommy something ain't right with her." Arthur stated, turning his attention to Tommy as he looked out the window. "Pol has she said anything to you?" Tommy asked as she moved away from the window and took a puff from his cigarette. "She's probably just not feeling well, you know how she gets when she's close to her time of the month." Polly stated, sitting at the table and grabbing a cigarette from the open packet on the table. "No it's not that, she's never been one to be away from one of us, she craves some form of affection from us whenever were close by." Tommy explained, breathing out smoke with a shake of his head, "Now she tries to avoid us like were the fucking plaque." He continued, leaning on the back of a chair. "I'll talk to her" Polly stated with a nod, knowing that even though he would never say, it was hurting Tommy that his sister didn't want to be near him.

Tommy and y/n had always been close, both before and after the war. When the Shelby boys had told their family that they would be leaving to fight in the war, y/n, at the young age of 12 had burst into tears and clung onto her second oldest brother, refusing to let go causing Polly and Ada to forcibly pull her off him so Tommy could leave. Tommy was heart broken seeing his sister like that and when he had returned he decided to become the carer of his younger sister. The two always done things together so to have y/n not wanting to be near him or talk to him pained him. She was his light, the main reason for getting up everyday.

"Come on Arthur, let's get John before we head to work." Tommy spoke, stubbing his cigarette butt and moving away from the table while he rolled his shoulders. "Let me know how y/n is Pol." He finished behind his shoulder before leaving the house, heading towards his car.

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Y/n sighed as she headed home from the garrison. Entering the house she rubbed her eyes in tiredness before heading towards the kitchen where Finn was sitting at the table. She smiled at her younger brother and ruffled his hair affectional when she passed him.

"Hey Finn." She smiled softly at him as she sat across from him. "Hey y/n." The boy smiled back as Polly came in. Y/n looked up to greet her aunt only to see a hard look on her face. "Finn, go into the living room, I need to talk to your sister." She stated, pointing to the door. Finn looked between his aunt and sister who nodded at him to do as he's told. "And no eave dropping." Polly shouted at him as he closed the door.

"What's this about?" Y/n asked in confusion as Polly sat in front of her. "I heard something, and I want to hear it from you, no lies, just the truth." Polly stated as she put her hands together in front of her. "About what?" Y/n asked in clear confusion. "Where were you today?" Polly asked, noticing as y/ns breathing hitched. "At work." "Not all day you weren't. Ada was at the garrison and said you left early, which isn't like you. So, where were you?" "Pol, please." Y/n pleaded softly. "Y/n where the hell were you?" Polly asked, her voice raising slightly. "The doctors okay." Y/n snapped, throwing her arms out in front of her. "I went to the doctors." She finished quietly as she looked down. "Why?" "I don't see how that is any of your concern...." "Y/n Shelby, your 16 years old, you don't go to something like the doctors unless me or Tommy know, so why were you at the doctors." Polly asked in a stern voice. "I was late. I kept getting sick, I didn't know what to say so I went on my own." Y/n replied in weak voice, causing her aunts face to soften. "Jesus Crist y/n, your not pregnant are you." Polly asked in shock, being proved right when y/n started crying. "I don't know what to do, I didn't want it." She stated, shaking her head rapidly. "You mean your were....." Polly asked, not able to finish the sentence. "I couldn't stop it Pol, I tried but he was too strong, I couldn't." Y/n explained as sobs escaped her lips. "Oh y/n, sweetheart." Polly rushed out of her seat and pulled y/n into a hug, petting her hair as she shook with her tears. "I couldn't stop him Pol, I tried, I really tried." Y/n stated, pulling away slightly. "Hey hey, none of this is your fault, okay, what that bastard did to you was not your fault so don't you dare blame yourself okay." Polly shushed the young girl, rubbing her arms when they pulled apart. Y/n sniffed and wiped her eyes . I don't know what to do Pol, I don't think I can be a mother." Y/n spoke with a shaky voice "You don't have to be, I know someone who can help you alright. This can all go away." Polly soothed her youngest niece, tucking some hair behind y/ns ears. "Do I have to tell Tommy?" y/n whimpered slightly "No, no one will know. It will be like it never happened." "But it did, it's stuck in my head like a record on replay." "It will get better y/n, time will heal." Polly stated, not knowing that the youngest of the Shelby's had heard everything.

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Tommy sat in the back room of the garrison, smoking a cigarette as he waited for Grace to bring him the drink he ordered. He looked up to the door when he heard the sound of frantic feet before the door slammed open, the youngest Shelby coming into view.

"Finn, what is it?" Tommy asked, watching as his youngest brother fidgeted in his position. "It's y/n." The younger boy spoke uneasy. "What about her? Finn, what's wrong with our sister?" Tommy asked, placing a hand on Finn's shoulder to get him to look at him. "She's, she's pregnant Tommy." Finn relayed, not remembering the vital information of how it happened. "What the fuck did you just say?" Tommy asked, enraged about the new found information. "Tommy your drink." Grace called out. "Don't fucking need it." Tommy cursed abruptly at the bar maid before storming out of the bar, the locals watching him leave before looking at Finn who just ran out to follow his second oldest brother.

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Polly looked up from her position on the couch as she heard the door slam open. She placed a finger to her lips when she seen it was Tommy before caressing y/n's hair gently as she lay with her head in her aunts lap. Tommy sighed and moved in front of the two women.

"Y/n wake up, now." Tommy spoke as he shook his sister harshly. "Tommy for fuck sake leave her alone." Polly told him as y/n opened her eyes with tiredness. "Stay out of this Pol, y/n my office now." Tommy pointed to the women as he spoke to them. "Jesus Christ Tommy can you just calm down and leave her be. What's this about?" Polly asked, holding y/n as she steadied her niece to a seating position, still half asleep. Never you mind what this is about Pol, this is between me and y/n." Tommy stated, grabbing y/ns elbow and dragging her to his office.

"Tommy, your hurting me." Y/n winched as she frantically tried to get him to let go of her. "Sit down." He stated, ignoring her as she pushed her into his office and closing the door behind them before moving to his seat. "What's going on?" Y/n asked, looking at her brother in nervousness. "I heard something which I didn't like the sound of, and I'm hoping you can confirm that what I heard was a big misunderstanding." Tommy spoke as he lit a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. "Well, what did you hear?" She asked shyly, moving uncomfortably in her seat. "One of my sisters are pregnant, and I want to find out who the fucking guy was." He stated, leaning on his desk as he sat up. y/n looked up at him in fear. "Well y/n, who was it?" "Tom..." "Fucking answer me y/n, who was he?" Tom shouted causing y/n to flinch involuntarily "It's not what you think?" Y/n tried to explain. "Just tell me who it was y/n?" "I don't know." She spoke, looking down in shame. "You don't know. You fucking sleeping around y/n huh. You a fucking whore now eh?" Tommy screamed at his sister. "No it's not like that." Y/n cried, looking up at her brother as he stood up and threw glass to the wall ,causing her to flinch. "No? Cause the way I see it I have a 16 year old sister who's a fucking whore, and letting men take at advantage of her but didn't think of the possible outcome and is now fucking pregnant." "Tommy please...." Y/n begged, not able to look at her brother in shame. "Just get the fuck out of my sight y/n, I don't want to see you right now." Tommy stated, opening the door and grabbing y/n by the shoulder, pushing her out before slamming the door in her face.

Y/n stood at the door even after the door was slammed in her face before breaking down in tears. She leaned against the door and covered her face as she realized that her brother had called her a whore and really believed that she would just sleep around.

"Y/n?" Polly asked cautisly, seeing her youngest niece in tears at her bothers office door. "Can we go tomorrow Pol? I just want this nightmare to be over." Y/n pleaded as she looked up to her aunt, her eyes full of tears. "Yeah, we can go tomorrow." Polly smiled softly at the young girl, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and rubbing her arm gently "Come on, let's make you a nice warm bath and then straight to bed, we have a busy day tomorrow." "What's tomorrow?" Ada asked, coming into the hall, looking in confusion when she seen her sisters tears. "Come help me with your sister Ada." Polly spoke as she helped y/n up the stairs "She needs you right now." Was all she said before leaving into the bathroom to start the bath.

Fucking hell this is so good !!! Imma die it’s so fucking good

Hello to my favorite writer!!!

I saw that you had time so how about some mafia bucky with like a badass reader and like people are more afraid of her than bucky

And maybe like instead of reader being in danger and bucky coming to protect you can make that bucky is in danger and the reader saves him 🙃

Love you !! 

Ok I love you so much right now, you are seriously fuelling my Mafia!Bucky addiction! I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!

Lioness || Mafia!Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, blood, violence, murder, smut. (in that order too lmao) this badass reader got real violent in the middle there oops someone woke up and chose violence today WC: 3116

Two men stood arguing in the shadows, watching the man tied to the chair hang limp and unconscious. The Don turned to his Capo and grabbed the lapels of his shirt as he saw the ‘gift’ he had been brought. “What the fuck is this?”

“What you asked for?”

Throwing the smaller man aside, the boss strode out of the dark and slapped the man until he woke. Grabbing his hair, he tipped his head back and turned it to the capo so he could see the crystal blue eyes. “I asked you for the head of his mob, you brought me the Dona's bitch.”

“You fucked up.” Bucky laughed despite his split lip that reopened with his smile. “My girl’s going to take pleasure draining the life out of every single one of you cocksuckers.”

Bucky’s head rocked sideways at the backhand he received and the rival Don’s jewel encrusted rings sliced his cheek. A pained groan escaped his bloody lips but that was the only satisfaction he gave them at his suffering as his fingers pressed the crown of his watch, the movement hidden having by his hands tied behind his back. It was only a matter of time until you arrived.

“We need to move out.” The Don ordered his men. “Call everyone, tell them to get to the casa sicura.”

“It's one woman.” The Capo frowned as he watched his boss’s face pale. “What threat could she possibly be?”

“You obviously don’t know how a lion's pride works, do you? You look at a lion and think he is fierce but the truth is without his lioness he would starve. The lioness hunts, the lioness protects. He is merely there to fuck and please her.”

“Give me some good news.” You snapped as you shrugged your jacket from your shoulders and tossed it over the back of your office chair.

“The tracker in his watch has just come online but it's deep in Little Italy.” Steve, your 2nd in command, updated you as he typed on his laptop.

You dropped into your chair and mindlessly twirled your butterfly knife as you wondered what the Don was up to. He had never been brave enough to outright start a war with you, there had to be something else going on. It didn’t matter, there was nothing to ponder, Bucky had been taken and you would stop at nothing to get him back. Slipping the knife back into your pocket, you opened the cupboards that lined your office and saw the arsenal of weapons waiting for you.

“You’re not seriously just going to go in there are you?” Steve gawked as you pulled on a custom bulletproof vest that doubled as a holster that could fit four handguns plus magazines.

“You’re not seriously just going to let them kill your bestfriend and your boss are you?” You shot back without looking as you checked the magazines were full before shoving them into place and grabbing a rappelling rope.

“Of course not, but you’re indispensable unlike the rest of us.”

Steve joined you and began to arm himself while you monitored your husband's movements, the red blip making its way through Brooklyn. “They’re on the move. Time to go.”

“Woah, we should wait for reinforcements-”

You cut Steve off with a glare and he gulped his suggestion down before following you out of your office and down to the garage. You looked over the array of keys and chose the Rolls-Royce Cullinan since it was the fastest of the armour plated vehicles you had collected. You didn’t bother looking back to make sure Steve was still with you, he either kept up or got left behind, it made no difference to you.

“I can’t believe you have a fucking shield.” You rolled your eyes as he slipped into the passenger seat and dropped it at his feet.

“Better than getting shot.”

The roar of the engine as you hit the accelerator drowned out the degrading insult you muttered and you flew out into the traffic with little regard for anyone else on the street. Red lights, stop signs, angry horns. They all went unnoticed as you raced across the city, weaving in and out of cars so you could get to Bucky as fast as possible. You couldn’t imagine your Italian rivals being gentle on him and the thought of anyone hurting Bucky sent fire igniting in your veins.

Your knuckles gripped the wheel tighter and Steve watched as your jaw clenched. “He’s gonna be fine. I know he’s soft for you but that jerk is still a tough son of a bitch.”

“If they have hurt him, I swear to god the streets will run red with their blood.” You said as you took the break in traffic to look at Steve. “It will be fucking biblical.”

The car fell silent as Steve avoided looking your way. You knew he couldn’t understand your bloodlust, very few people could. It was a man's world and the men only seemed to understand strength through violence. To be a part of their world you had to be more violent, more deadly, so they would see you as an equal. It turned out you did more than just become an equal, your reputation became the whispers of nightmares and rivals began to fear you more than Bucky.

Bucky was the only one who accepted you and loved you for who you were. He never once tried to rein you in like the others or grew jealous of the power your name held, he thrived on it. It was why you would do anything to keep him safe, even if it meant being hopelessly outnumbered in enemy territory. He would do the same for you.

“Park down that alley on the right and we will have to go the rest of the way on foot.” Steve said as Bucky dot stayed stationary inside the industrial building.

You parked in the shadows and shut the engine off, turning to Steve before he could climb out. “I need you to stay here.”

“No way, he’s my best friend!”

“And he’s my husband!” You hissed. “I need you to have the car ready for a quick get away. Don’t make me pull rank here, Rogers.”

He didn’t look happy but he didn’t argue which was the best you could hope for as you tossed him the key and opened the door. “Give me five minutes then move round the block to the front. Unless they have RPGs you should be safe with whatever they fire at you.”

“Should be?” He muttered. “That’s reassuring.”

Your lips tipped up into a smirk at his sarcasm and you stepped out of the, turning back and hitting him with your own. “Guess you could always hide under your shield.”

You quietly closed the door and disappeared up the rusted fire escape, making your way over the rooftops instead of the busier streets below. Spotting an armed guard up ahead, you hid behind a water tower and drew your knife from your pocket. You would have plenty of time to use your guns but for now you didn’t want to announce your arrival.

The steps of the guard grew closer and you heard him humming a tune as he approached, your men would never be so stupid as to do that because it made it too simple to pinpoint when they would be in reaching distance. Your hand flew out, swiping the blade across his throat before he could even react and you grabbed his shirt to pull him away from the view of anyone else, his quiet gurgles stifling the song he had sung.

You froze as you heard another man calling out, assuming he was looking for his deceased amico. You waited ready as before, back pressed to the water tower and knife waiting for its next victim. This time your target was alert for something amiss and his steps were quieter, the sounds eaten by the noise of the city below. You spotted his gun first, peeking around the corner and you blocked the turning body with your forearm before slicing his wrist, the gun clattering to the rooftop as his tendons were rendered useless.

His scream erupted faster than your hand could bury the blade in his throat and you knew your stealth positioning was ruined. Grabbing the rope from where it hung over your back, you tied it around the two men and hooked it into the special clip on your vest. There was no time to second guess your plan as you heard the echoing sound of more than one pair of boots on the metal stairwell of the fire escape. Running across the roof, you ducked as gunshots sounded and leapt over the edge.

The rope burnt your palms as it ran through your fists and you hoped the bodies above stayed where they were before you clenched your grip and came to a jarring stop, your arc stopping before gravity pulled you back towards the building. The stunned face of the Don standing in front of the wide glass pane was almost comical but there was no time to laugh before your feet crashed through. Shards of glass tore at your clothes but you rolled to a stop relatively unscathed and drew two guns as you rose to your feet.

“Kill her!” The Don screamed as he rose from where he had fallen and shuffled his way to the stairs. “Kill the fucking bitch!”

You couldn’t believe this man dared give his soldiers orders but didn’t stay to see them through, he was not worthy of being their leader. Thankfully there weren't many of the soldiers in the room with you, most of his men must have been sent up to the roof and hadn’t made their way back down yet. Three well aimed shots dealt with them but one had managed to hit you before they died leaving your breath winded from where the bullet struck you in the vest.

Chasing after the Don you took the stairs two at a time, putting down everyone that got in your way, and you looked at your watch - 4 minutes and 38 seconds had passed. Finally, you reached the ground floor of the old warehouse and found the Don standing near the exit. Roofing iron lined the walls of the large commercial space and in the centre was your husband, slumped in a chair with slow streams of blood running down his handsome face. Your hand stilled as you looked at the weapon aimed at his head and the smirk on the Don’s face.

“Not so brave now are you, leonessa.” He spat. “Let me go, call this blood feud off and you can have him.”

You could hear the men from the rooftop coming down the last flight of stairs and knew you would be trapped on both sides any moment, you were running out of options and Bucky was starting to stir awake. If you could just see his eyes one more time before you died you would be happy. Suddenly the throaty rev of an engine pulled your attention away from the soldiers about to descend on you and towards the wall that was crumpling under the front of your Rolls-Royce, right beside the Don.

You dropped to your knees as you saw Steve’s window had the barrel of an AK-47 hanging out of it and he opened fire at the capos and soldiers, parking himself between them and Bucky. Your ears were ringing from loud gunshots but you couldn’t cover them as you needed your arms to crawl across the concrete and towards the Don who was pulling himself from the mess Steve’s entrance had made.

“Where do you think you are going?” You hissed as you grabbed his ankle and twisted the already broken limb, revelling in his scream. “This is what you wanted.”

“Please, it was a mistake.” He begged.

“You bet your ass it was a mistake.” You chuckled as your fingers curled around your knife. “One you are going to pay for with your life.”

You were bored of his tears and pleas, your ears already hurting and a headache forming. He was lucky, any other time you might have taken him with you and elongated his torture to appease the anxiety and stress he put you through but you just wanted to get Bucky out of there. You didn’t even take the time to watch his blood pool across the concrete or the colour drain from his face, you were already on your feet and wiping the blood off your knife before pocketing it and limping around your car to Bucky.

“There’s my girl.” Bucky sighed with a smile that cracked the blood that had dried on his cheeks. “Knew you would come for me.”

“Always.” You kissed his cheek gently as you reached behind him and sliced through the ropes that bound him, checking over the burn marks they left behind before helping him from the chair. Steve was already opening the door for you as you supported Bucky and got him settled on the backseat, turning your attention to your 2IC. “That wasn’t the plan.”

“I had to improvise.” He shrugged. “You were right about the armour though.”

“I’m right about most things. Now, get us home and have Dr Banner meet us there.”

You joined Bucky in the back seat and he took your hand as soon as you were in his reach, the familiar calluses settling the adrenaline that had been flooding your system since you heard he had been ambushed. Now that you weren’t high on hormones you were starting to feel the aches and pains of the many small injuries that littered your body.

“You’re bleeding.” Bucky said softly as he pulled the collar of your shirt away to see one of the cuts from breaking through the window.

“So are you.” You reminded as you leant into his touch.

“They barely touched me, doll.” He chuckled. “They were too scared of you to do any real damage.”

His fingers opened the buckles on your vest and pulled the thick layer away, not missing the wince as you moved so he could pull it off completely. Lifting your shirt up he saw the bruise that was already blooming across your ribcage and shook his head, softly placing your shirt back down before Steve looked back in the rearview. He felt terrible that you got hurt for him but knew that it went both ways and if the roles were reversed he would have done the exact same thing, just maybe not with the finesse you had.

“What am I going to do with you, babygirl?” He asked quietly as he kissed his way along your jawline.

“I can think of a few things.” You sighed as his shadow of a beard tickled your skin and your need for him spread faster than the goosebumps over your body.

Your fingers reached out for the control panel on the centre console and the blacked out glass began to rise, creating a barrier between Steve in the front and the back with you and Bucky. You could feel Bucky's smirk against your throat as his hand rose up your thighs in time with the window. Some jazz music began to play and you rolled your eyes at the poor taste both Steve and Bucky shared but you were grateful to have the sound overpower your moans as Bucky’s hands massaged your thighs.

“You get me so fucking hard when you I see you play with that knife.” Bucky teased you with his words and his fingers that were slowly opening your pants. “Seeing the fire in your eyes.”

“Yeah, like this baby?” You pulled the blade from your pocket, catching it with a twirl before running it down his shirt on the blunt side. “Should I just cut your clothes off so there’s nothing stopping me from having you this instant?”

His chest shuddered as a moan expelled on his breath and you watched his tented pants twitch as he enjoyed your teasing. Taking his belt you slipped the knife under the leather and sliced through it before dropping it to the car floor and pulling his pants down his legs. There was no patience left in you, you had to feel him. It was almost more reassuring than just seeing him alive, you wanted to feel his body under yours, his thick cock filling your pussy.

You kicked your own pants off and his hands guided you over his lap, his fingers teasing your entrance and feeling your folds already slick with arousal. He seemed to have as much patience as you did as he pulled you down to spear you with his blunt head, your heads tipping forward as you moaned together. You were careful of the cuts on his face, lacing your fingers in his hair instead and you gently kissed the corner of his lip that was split.

“You take more security now on.” You ordered as you rolled your hips over him.

“Mhmm, anything you want.” He agreed, knowing that you would stop if he tried to argue.

“I’m serious, Bucky. I can’t live in a world without you in it.”

His hands cupped your cheeks and he leant back so he could look you in the eyes, his blue irises blown with lust but still clear as the summer sky. “You won’t have to. Wherever we go, it's together. Hear me?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, needing to feel every inch of him, needing to have as much of his touch as you could possibly get in the confined space. If your kiss hurt he didn’t show it but you could taste the metallic tang of blood on his lips as your tongue danced with his.

“I love you.”

You panted as your head tipped back, the assault of his tongue on your collarbone sending you head spinning before his thumb slipped between your thighs and added to the ecstasy. Everything felt warm, like the comfort of coming home to a roaring fire on a cold winter’s night and you felt the warmth of his breath on your skin as he replied, tipping you over the edge and into bliss.

“I love you too, doll.”

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