Ania-swissweet - Ancymon

A/N: Okay, so I might have a slight obsession with Bucky being with kids but alas, the obsession continues… 

“Ugh, why won’t you stop crying?” I growled in frustration. The howling infant stopped for a second and looked up at my anguished expression. I thought that it had done the trick. He had stopped crying. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was premature. He began to wail again and I was at a loss. It went without saying that I knew nothing about parenting or child care but when the owner of the diner where I worked asked me to babysit her four-month old baby for a week I jumped at the opportunity; simply because I needed the money.

I inspected the baby’s diaper and fed him but still he wouldn’t shut up. I didn’t know what else to do. It was only the first night and I was already losing my mind.

No amount of money could be worth this hell!

There was a hard knock on my front door. I assumed it was one of the residents of the building, coming over to complain about the screaming child at 11pm; probably that old hag Gertrude from the apartment upstairs. If it was her, I was going to give her an earful about how I never complained whenever she practiced for her irritating tap-dance class. I cracked open the door and peeked out,

“Can I help you?” I asked the man standing in the hallway. I had never seen him before.

“Look, I’m not trying to be an asshole but could you please keep your kid quiet? Some of us are trying to sleep here.” He wasn’t being rude and from the look of it, he really needed his sleep.

“Listen, buddy, I don’t appreciate you coming over here to…” The baby began to cry louder and drowned out my voice. Maybe he had a point. “…okay, I will see what I can do.” I sighed and the man smiled kindly before.

When I shut the door, the baby began to cry louder. I pressed my back against the wood of the door and sank to the floor, sobbing helplessly. Another knock, softer this time. “I said I will see what I can do!” I spat as I swung the door open. It was the same man as before. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand and took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” He asked as I sniffled and folded my arms across my chest. “I don’t mean to upset you but have you tried holding him?” I stepped aside and gestured for him to enter the apartment,

“be my guest. I can’t take this anymore!” The man looked hesitant, at first. He furrowed his brows and looked as if he was thinking deeply about what to do. “Well?” I asked expectantly and he stepped inside.

“Your apartment is really hot!” He complained as he removed his jacket. The shirt he wore underneath was long-sleeved as well.

“Yeah, the heat regulator is broken and I can’t afford to get it fixed just yet.” I confessed as I shut the door.

He pressed one knee onto the edge of the bed and unwrapped the blanket from around him as he lifted him into his arms with the gentlest touch; he was clearly afraid to the fragile infant. The baby curled into his body into the man’s arm and eventually stopped crying all together. “Wow, you’re really good at that.” I smiled as I watched him rock the baby back and forth slowly.

“See? He just wants to be loved.”

“Don’t we all?” I chuckled and the man smiled tightly. “You got a name?” It probably wasn’t a smart move to invite a man I didn’t know into my apartment. For all I knew, he could have been a mass-murderer. The man raised his head slowly before answering,

“Bucky.” I thought it was an odd name. I hadn’t met many men named ‘Bucky’ but I didn’t point that out. “You look a little young to be a mom; what’s his name?” He asked, wrapping his left arm around the baby’s leg. It was the first time I noticed that his fingers were metal.

“Err… he’s not my kid and his name is Christopher.” If he had any more questions, Bucky didn’t ask them. “Did you lose your arm in the war?” My curiosity got the better of me and I had to ask.

“Something like that.”

“Yeah, which one?” I placed my hand on his bicep, lightly. This guy was an all-round hero. He served his country, was great with kids and not that bad looking either.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I was about to ask him to tell me more but he handed little Christopher back to me and grabbed his jacket from the chair. “I should get going, good luck with everything.” It was almost like my apartment was on fire and he needed to get out.

“Will I ever see you again, Bucky?” I didn’t want to come off too strong or too hopeful either. Bucky stopped in the doorway and looked at me over his shoulder.

“Maybe, one day.”  

Unfortunately, one day never came.

Careful - Tony Stark x (f)Reader

Words: 1241 Pairing: Tony Stark x (f)Reader Featuring: Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Natasha Romanoff Warnings: none? Requested by @floralpeaceofmind “Can you please write sad/fluffy imagine with Tony Stark where y/n is pregnant but didn’t tell Tony so she can fight with them and gets hurt? I’ll let the end to your imagination. Thank you:)” Author’s Note: flufffffff yay! Is it just me, or has Tumblr seemed really dead lately? The imagine tags and notes are really weird, people I usually see get a ton of notes only a few minutes after they post are barely getting any after an hour, it’s weird. Oh well! Here’s a Tony imagine!

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You scrolled through the photos on your phone, smiling at every one you came across, reminding you of the good times.

Wanda and you just liked to do this when you two hung out. This time it was your turn, and the topic was your boyfriend. It made you happy, yet sad. Afraid that after a few days, it could all potentially be ending.

“First date.” You told her as you came across one of the first photos you had of Tony.

“Romantic or not?” She asked.

“It was, really awkward.” You laughed, remembering the night. Tony had asked you out twice before. The first time, you turned him down because you knew how much of a playboy he was. Second time, you were afraid that the only reason he was talking to you was because he knew of what you could do and only wanted to recruit you. (Plot twist, he didn’t even know you had your power. He just really liked you.) Third time, you said yes, just to give him a shot. And after the awkwardness left, you two hit it off. And have been going strong for two years.

“What about this one?” Wanda picked another photo.

“It was my birthday.” You said. “He tried to embarrass me as much as he could, it was sweet, yet I was suffering.” You said.

“You guys have a good relationship. What is this?”

“This is when we worked on the renovated Stark Tower.” You explained. “We felt that we needed to capture the moment.” You said, talking about a photo a sneaky AI took of you guys kissing in front of fireworks. It’s one of your favorites.

“Give me a minute.” Wanda stood up and smiled, heading to the bathroom. Man, you had missed these days, especially now all that you do is worry.

“Um,” Wanda said as she walked out a minute later. “I know this is not not mine and Natasha cannot possibly have this happen…” Wanda held up a pregnancy test and you swore at yourself.

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You never know what you have until it’s gone

@ xo-ivanna-xii requested:

Hi! Can you make something angst of Steve x Reader. Where the reader was falling in love secretly with Steve and suddenly Steve is proposing Sharon Carter in front of her? And since that she just ran away from everything and begin work as one of Fury spy and Steve starting worry about her after she missed for a year? Happy ending please!! And please tag me because I really like your story 💜💜

Words: 1.848

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Not enough angst, not enough fluff. Little swearing.

Author notes: As usual (Y/N) is your name, (Y/L/N) is your last name. I AM SO INCREDIBLY SORRY FOR NOT DOING THIS REQUEST BEFORE BUT I REALLY COULDN’T COME WITH ANYTHING!! @ilovebeingjoyful knows because I must have told her a hundred times haha! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this :)

You felt how your heart was ripped off your chest, just like in that Simpsons’ scene, when Laura takes out Bart’s heart and tosses it away in the trashcan. You tried to walk away but your legs were stiff and your mind was numb.   “… So, Sharon I am here on my knees to ask you a very important question… do you want to marry me?” Steve was on his knee, revealing a diamond ring to Sharon.   A loud crash interrupted the happy couple. The glass of water you had in your hand slipped from your fingers and hit the tiles in a matter of seconds. You jumped back when the water got to your bare feet. They both looked at you and you were finally out of your shocked state. Sharon and Steve ran to you to help you gather the shattered glass on the floor.   “FUCK!” You yelled “God I am so sorry guys, I didn’t see you were here” You hurried to apologize as you picked the wet bits of glass from the floor “Pease, don’t mind me” “You’ll hurt yourself (Y/N)” Sharon said in a motherly manner, helping you pick up the pieces “Go put on a pair of shoes” “No biggie” You faked a smile “By the way, congrats guys, I heard the last part. I’m sure you will be extremely happy together”   After apologizing for the hundredth time. You ran back to the kitchen trying to keep the tears inside your eyes. The pointy glass didn’t hurt as much as seeing Steve proposing to Sharon. You knew you should have said something first. You were hopelessly in love with the soldier and you knew in your heart you would have made a better wife than Sharon. Yes, she was in love with him too, and apparently she was way prettier than you, but no one knew Steve the way you did.   You used your spy abilities to cover your feelings and to shove them in the back of your mind and calmly made your way to your room. You took your phone from its charger and dialed the only number who could give you some peace of mind.   “Fury, you still got the job?” You asked immediately after the other line picked up and nodded at his answer “Count me in”   You cried your heart out after throwing your phone on the bed again.  It literally felt like someone threw a stone at a wall made of glass. Maybe het glass shattering before was a way to explain how you felt, a very literal way. You didn’t want to see him ever again.   That same night you packed only the necessary; your uniforms, your favorite Colt M1911, mags, a knife and of course, normal clothing for the everyday girl you were. Without looking back, you took a jet that awaited for you at an hour that everyone were supposed to be fast asleep.   But only one night owl was there to see you.   After a few weeks from your disappearing, Steve started to wonder where you were. Since you didn’t show up for training or you were not even invited to the parties or gatherings Tony hosted once in a while, the super soldier began asking around the team but no one really knew where you were. You left without major warning and everyone thought you’d come back soon. Maybe you were assigned to a tough mission or something like that. Sam was the one who was most calmed about your whole missing state; he knew about your whereabouts and he had a mission of his own: to never tell Steve about you or the reason you truly left.   “No one knows about (Y/N)?” The blonde soldier asked after training “Seriously?” “Steve, she must be gone for a reason” Sharon soothed her soon-to-be husband caressing his shoulder “Whatever that reason is, we must respect it” “She can be dead by now and we wouldn’t know” He pointed out “None of you care about her anymore?” “Steve” Sam interjected “Calm the fuck down. She’s fine” “How can you be so sure?” “Steve, if Sam says she’s fine, we better trust him” Sharon agreed. “What the hell is wrong with you two?!” Steve stormed out of the training room and left her fiancée and best friend with a puzzled expression.   Steve missed you more than ever. He needed you.   “We’re going back to the States, agent (Y/L/N)” Fury said “We have the flight in a few hours”   You were enjoying breakfast in the gorgeous Thera, in Greece. Your job had been over for a month now and you suggested to go on vacation until something came up, and the beautiful island was the perfect destination to lay low for a while. After a year of being everywhere and fighting everyone, you deserved to rest.   You missed home, you missed Sam, and you missed… Did you? In this whole year of being away your mind was so full of things that Steve was not even a thing to think about, not even when you slept, so for that reason you weren’t truly sure if you were still in love with him. Maybe you weren’t, and that was a good thing.   “Is there a reason for that?” You asked, munching a mouthful of pancakes. “I miss home” He answered simply, going back to his orange juice “Do you have a problem with that?” “No, sir” You replied coldly.   It’s not like you had any problems with going back. You thought it would be nice to stop by and check up on everyone’s life, but now that you deeply thought about it, seeing Steve might trigger something inside you. The last time you saw him he was proposing to Sharon, what was going to be now? A tiny blonde kid running around? Were you even ready to see him after a year of being out?   Surely you could fight bad guys and everything you encountered, but having avoiding your feelings for so long made you quite reluctant to face them again. Perhaps Fury did things for a reason.   “Fury, can I ask you something? You said after a long pause, but still not daring to look at him “Why did you think of me for this job? Natasha was better qualified for this” “Do you want me to lie or you prefer the truth?” “I think I deserve the truth” You leaned your back on the chair’s back and put on your glasses. “I knew how madly in love you were with captain Rogers, and I also knew that he was going to propose to Miss Carter. I care about you (Y/N)” He sighed “You’re at your best when your mind is off from the things that hurt you… And he hurts you, everyone but him could tell” He wasn’t even looking at you but you were sure about his words “You needed the distraction, I needed an agent… You will thank me later about this” “Will I?” You asked, his response was only a careless shrug. A private jet was waiting for you after getting things ready. It had no sign whatsoever of being one of Tony’s or SHIELD’s. You looked at the clear sky and silently said goodbye to the beautiful island and got your mind ready for confrontation. The few hours of flying were not enough to keep your mind in peace.   Upon arrival, Sam, Steve and Natasha gathered to welcome you back. Natasha ran off with Fury while you stayed with the veterans. Sam updated you a little bit on how things were around the facilities and Steve silently looked at you and observed every little thing you did.   Sam headed away after noticing he was being a third wheel.   “So, how’s everything?” You asked “How’s the married life?” “I don’t know about that” Steve laughed loudly “I’m not married” “God, I’m so sorry” You hurried to apologize, causing Steve to laugh even harder. “I’m not sad. I mean, kind of. Sharon broke up with me… She knew that after a while, I was not completely in love with her” He shrugged. “Well, that’s not so bad” You shrugged too “Poor Sharon though… She seemed really in love with you when I accidentally walked on you two” “Yeah, but she didn’t seem so in love when I walked on her and one of the new recruits having sex in my bed” He rose his eyebrows and pursed his lips “Anyway, enough of me already. How was your year? Where have you been?” “I’ve been everywhere, to be honest with you” You sighed “Fury has kept me quite busy and I appreciate that… I needed some time out, to clarify my thoughts or at least to keep my mind away from things” You bit your bottom lip before giving away too much information. “I saw you leaving that night… I wanted to go say goodbye but it didn’t seem like a good thing to do” “It wouldn’t have been either”   You two remained silent as you walked carefree around the facilities. It wasn’t very changed, but it felt different from what it before you left. It was not like going back home at all. You felt slightly uncomfortable, and things were about to get worst.   “(Y/N) answer me with the truth, why did you leave?” He grabbed your arm and forced you to look up to him. “Fury needed me for a job” You shrugged, you were not exactly lying “And I said yes” “But what made you leave so silently. You never told any of us about this job, and you didn’t say goodbye. And why is that you casually left when I proposed to Sharon? Why that day? Why not any other given day?” “Because I knew that if I stayed here I wouldn’t function anymore. Fury knew it as well. He said that I was in my best when nothing hurt me” “And what hurt you?” “You did, Rogers” You bit your bottom lip to keep it from shivering “I was so desperately in love with you that… You remember when I broke the glass?” He nodded silently “My heart felt like that too. I know it was my fault for not saying it before, but you were with Sharon and you were so happy with her that whatever I said would only cause trouble and that was the last thing I ever wanted” You took your hand to your hair and ran your fingers through it “I might have loved you, but I still wanted you to be happy…” “You loved me? Past tense?” “Undefined tense” You replied “You said something about… Not being completely in love with Sharon… Are you in love with someone else?” “I thought I wasn’t but… You were gone and I guess… You never know what you have until it’s gone” “You love me?” He replied with a smile and a shrug “It might be too late” You warned. “But we can try anyway” He caressed your cheek with his thumb as you kept walking.

Do Me a Favor (Part 13)

Summary:  AU! Bucky Barnes and you are neighbors and close friends. As a huge favor, Bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a relative’s wedding and you agree.

Word Count: 1,863

Warnings: None.

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A/N: Ahh this part is short! But it’s not the end! Part 14 is still in the works :) Hope you all like it!

Bucky couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that Dot was standing in front of him, asking him to come back to her. Of course, he felt for her. After all, Dot had left her seemingly-happy relationship with Loki for a second chance with Bucky. He understood that, and if he could take back every single day since the wedding day, he would. He gladly would.

But he had explained everything to her. He had told her that they were both stuck in the past. He had not let himself immediately run to you, instead taking the time to go back to Dot’s house and cordially break things off.

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The First Avenger (2011) + The Winter Soldier (2014) // Civil War (2016)

The Lie of Windhaven | Azriel x reader [Part 2]

The Lie of Windhaven [Masterlist] here!

Summary: Azriel has dragged her into a mess she now has to do her best to survive. People show their true colours, and others drop a name.

A/N: I did iiiit!! And we can all thank @bellaskhakhiskirt for the extra encouragement that had me finish this tonight haha. Thank you guys so so much for all your sweet comments on part 1!! I got a bit overwhelmed replying to everything, so just know that I read them all (sometimes multiple times a day) and they make me so happy! 🥹🫶

Word count: 4222

Warnings: language, canon typical violence and ✨misogyny✨, brief description of SA and physical abuse

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Previously:

“I have the right to demand her hand,” Azriel said, and her brows twitched closer together at his choice of words.

“I beg your pardon?”

The right?

Devlon swivelled around, furious that Azriel hadn’t yet dropped the discussion.

Elas scoffed. “Oh yeah? And what right is that?”

Azriel’s eyes met hers then, and the determination she saw reflected within them had her heart drop to her stomach. She knew in that moment what he was planning to do, the lies he planned to weave.

“No,” she breathed again just as Azriel opened his mouth to doom them both.

“She’s my mate.”

And just like that, every head within hearing distance turned to look at her.

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A beat of silence.

“No,” Devlon declared. “Absolutely not.”

Azriel held her gaze for a moment longer, as though willing her to play along, but she felt her insides boil with anger as he turned back to look at Devlon, his expression as collected as ever.

“Are you questioning the Cauldron?”

She knew what he was doing. The mating bond was held above all else—untouchable by any rules or previous alliances. If Azriel officially claimed her as his mate, no other male in the camp would dare touch her, and no engagement, betrothal or marriage would stand.

A fine plan in theory, only there was one problem.

It was a lie.

And to impersonate a mating bond …

Devlon had killed for far less.

The warlord’s attention still lay on her and she could see every last bit of his hatred burn bright as day in the black pits of his eyes.

“There’s no way she’s your mate,” Elas said, a deep crease between his brows as he, too, continued to look at her as though the answer would be found on her face. “She would not have accepted my proposal if she was.”

“She did not know,” Azriel said. “The bond only snapped in place for me when I saw her in the dining hall last night. It caught me off guard.”

“She cannot possibly be your mate,” Devlon said, his voice low and menacing, his eyes boring into hers.

“She is standing right here.”

Silence fell at her words. Silence so all-consuming, one could have heard a twig snap in the forest bordering on the camp’s north side.

Y/N regretted her words almost instantly, the look in Devlon’s eyes cold enough to kill, but part of her eased when she felt a presence in her back, tall enough to cast a long shadow. She didn’t need to turn around to know that it was Cassian. She could tell from Azriel’s lack of a reaction.

She hadn’t even noticed him rounding the courtyard from where he’d stood on the opposite end, but she was thankful for his presence, shielding her not only from some of the stares but also from Devlon’s immediate wrath.

“You want to be part of this conversation?” Devlon growled through barely parted teeth. “Fine. Be part of it. Come here, now.”

She did her best to maintain the slippery grip on her composure as she bridged the last remaining steps setting her apart from the three men. Cassian remained where he was, and she felt the distance grow like she was swimming further away from a safe shore and straight into shark infested waters.

Devlon never took his eyes off her, and when she stood close enough to their little group, she felt like she was shrinking beneath his calculating gaze.

“Did you know of this supposed bond?”

Her teeth clenched briefly, and in her mind, she cursed Azriel for dragging her—dragging them both into this situation.

“No, my lord.”

“And you accepted Elas’ proposal earlier today?”

“Yes, my lord.”

He hummed. “And this new … revelation,” he stated with a quick glance at Azriel. “You do not share the shadowsinger’s sentiments? You do not feel a mating bond?”

Her mouth clapped shut. What was she supposed to say to that? Of course she didn’t feel a bond. She didn’t feel it because it did not exist, but admitting to it would cost Azriel big time.

They wouldn’t kill him—he was too precious for that—but they’d punish him by punishing everyone he loved. And they’d start with Cassian.

He was powerful too, sure—powerful enough to receive seven Siphons of his own. But they didn’t adorn his armour yet, and he was neither a shadowsinger nor a future High Lord, which left him unprotected amongst his brothers.

“As of right now,” she began, her eyes flickering to Azriel for only a second. “No, my lord.”

“It did not yet snap in place for her,” Azriel said, and for the first time, a note of tension crept into his words. “Which means she cannot yet feel it. Surely, you’re aware of the technicalities, Devlon?”

“Don’t condescend to me, boy,” Devlon snapped. “I will have you whipped no matter how many shadows you wield.”

Silence settled once again, and after a long, tense pause, Devlon straightened his back, crossing his arms behind it.

“I want proof.”

Azriel remained quiet.

It was Elas who spoke next.

“You cannot mean to entertain this nonsense, my lord,” he said, his voice hard as he stared Azriel down. “She has agreed to marry me. I have her friends to bear witness.”

“Be that as it may, another has laid claim to her,” Devlon said, his mouth twisted as though every word tasted bitter on his tongue. “The mating bond must be honoured, no matter how … unfortunate a match. You will wait to wed her until I have something to either prove or disprove the existence of this bond.”

“What do you mean, proof?” Y/N said, hesitance in her words. “How would one go about proving a mating bond?”

The smile Devlon gave was cruel, and before she knew it, his hand had shot forward to wrap tightly around her arm, dragging her close enough for his breath to hit her face with the words he spoke next.

“It would do you good to remember your place, girl. You address me properly or I will have you stripped bare for a good lashing,” he growled low enough for his words to hum through her very bones. “Proof means proof. If this godsforsaken bond was real, you’d know how to prove it. For starters, our dear shadowsinger over here would feel everything you felt.” His eyes flickered to Azriel, though his grip remained bruising on her arm. “Perhaps we should test the theory right now?”

A blade flashed in his hand—one she hadn’t noticed him draw from the sheath by his hip.

A muscle in Azriel’s jaw ticked. “Cutting her will prove nothing.”

“Maybe not,” Devlon said, straightening where he stood, though his hand remained where it was. “But slitting her throat will do wonders to rid us of this little disturbance.”

“I leave for three days, and you start threatening to slit people’s throats, Devlon?” a new voice drawled, sounding almost bored.

Y/N’s eyes flickered to the side, and a wave of relief crashed over her at the sight of Rhysand standing next to Cassian. If there was one person who’d manage to get them all out of this unscathed, it was Rhys.

His wings were out, hands buried in the pockets of his pants, head tilted as he took in the scene before him. “I take it your news have not been received well, Azriel?”

The relief she felt dropped to her stomach like a stone.

Azriel remained silent, his attention resting on her.

“You knew of this?” Devlon’s eyes were ablaze as he stared at Rhys.

“Well, of course,” Rhysand said, sighing softly through his nose. “What part of ‘I can see into people’s minds’ has you baffled?”

A quiet snort sounded from the remaining crowd of onlookers, and Devlon’s face twisted with rage.

“I’m warning you now, boy,” he growled. “You might be the High Lord’s son, but he’s given me permission to treat you as I would any other soldier, so you watch your—”

“Fascinating,” Rhys drawled, picking a piece of lint from the cuff of his leathers. “But be that as it may, I can attest to the validity of this bond.”

She would throttle him.

Her eyes flickered back to Azriel and the calm gaze he kept on her.

She would throttle them both.

There was not the slightest hint of a doubt that somehow Azriel had managed to get Rhys on board with this moronic plan. Which meant that not only had he endangered her, but he’d also endangered his friends. Because if Rhys knew, she was willing to bet what little money she had that Cassian knew as well.

“He’s the shadowsinger’s friend,” Elas spat, features taut. “Of course he would say that.”

Devlon finally let go of her arm, though it was only so he could lift his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I want you all out of my sight.” He growled.

“But, my lord, I—”

“Now,” Devlon snapped, shooting Elas a look that had his mouth clap shut at once. “You will not wed her until I say so. I require proof I can trust.”

It was Azriel who spoke next. “And what would adequate proof entail if the word of a daemati does not suffice?”

Devlon looked at him for a long while then. As though contemplating whether to cut out his tongue for daring to speak.

“I shall have a high priestess give her assessment.”

Once again, the blood ran cold in her veins.

No one in the entirety of Prythian knew bonds quite as well as the priestesses did. They would be able to sniff out a lie from a mile away.

“I will send for one first thing tomorrow morning and until she arrives, neither one of you is to wed this one.” His mouth twisted with distaste as he threw her a last withering look before turning to address every Illyrian within earshot. “Now, if I have to repeat myself one more time, I will have you all running lapses until the sun rises tomorrow morning. Get out of my sight!”

Y/N had just turned to catch the wide eyes of Lissa and Malina, her heart pounding, when another hand found her arm. This time, however, it was with the gentle grip of long fingers curling around the back of her elbow.

“Come with me, sweetheart,” Cassian muttered in her ear, and before she knew it, her feet were rushing to catch up with his long strides as he headed straight for the hut at the edge of the camp she knew belonged to Rhysand’s mother.

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Her eyes were ablaze as Azriel stepped through the door of the hut, her fists clenched by her sides. Cassian stood at the small kitchen counter, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression grim.

Her mouth opened and Azriel knew what to expect.

“How dare you,” she breathed, and his jaw clenched at her tone. “How dare you ruin this for me. He was my one choice, Azriel. My one option.”

“He was not—”

“He was!” she snapped, her voice gaining in volume, her brows pinched in rage. “And even if he wasn’t, he was who I chose. You took away my choice and in doing so you practically guaranteed my death. I never would have thought you to be so cruel.”

“Cruel?” Azriel gaped at her. “I am doing this to help you.”

“I never asked you to!” Her voice began to wobble now, her eyes growing glassy, though her cheeks remained dry. “In fact, I explicitly recall telling you that we were over.”

“So you expected me to sit back and watch him turn you into an empty shell? A womb to be filled?” Azriel’s voice was of calm disbelief, his mask carefully locked in place to hide the burning anger that threatened to swallow him whole.

“Well, now you get to watch Devlon slit my throat once the priestess tells him that this bond is a load of bullshit, so thank you for that.” She laughed without an ounce of joy. “I hope you’re happy with that outcome.”

“He won’t kill you.”

“He will. In case you didn’t notice, he almost killed me today.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“You are not my knight in shining armour just because I let you fuck me a couple times, Azriel,” she spat, the fury now bright as day in the depths of her eyes, and Azriel swallowed at the impact of her words.

Silence settled—silence thick enough it threatened to drown him—and as he stared at her, he could see it all. He saw the deeply rooted fear in her eyes, the anger he’d caused, the desperation in the face of a bleak future, and he took a step back.

“I know,” he spoke quietly.

“Do you?” She stared at him. “Because I don’t think you do, or you wouldn’t have gone and invented a fucking mating bond.”

When Azriel remained quiet, she rubbed angrily at the tear that had escaped her left eye to trail down her cheek at last.

“I need to go,” she muttered, walking around him in an arch as big as the room allowed to head for the door. “I need to speak to Elas. I need to apologise.”

Every part of him screamed to stop her from leaving. He didn’t want her anywhere near Elas and his rage, but he’d done enough for one day. She wouldn’t allow him to touch her right now, wouldn’t listen to his requests, and so he stepped aside and suppressed a flinch as the door fell closed behind her.

A few silent moments ticked by, and when Cassian spoke, his words rang loudly through the silent hut, though his tone was uncommonly gentle.

“Did you think this through, brother?”

A joyless smile twisted the corners of Azriel’s lips. “What do you think?”

-

“Elas, please,” she said, rushing to catch up with the Illyrian’s long strides as he headed for the hut he shared with three other warriors. “I swear I didn’t know Azriel was going to do that. I don’t know what’s gotten into him, I—”

The Illyrian scoffed. “A mating bond, apparently.”

“I didn’t know,” she repeated and hated the way her voice sounded as she did so. No part of her wanted to beg Elas for forgiveness when it was Azriel who’d dragged her into this mess.

She stumbled to a halt when Elas swung around, his eyes ablaze as he loomed over her.

“You didn’t know? Interesting,” he drawled in a tone so unmatching of the fury in his face. “But you are aware that you’ve been fucking him, yes?”

“I—” she broke off, her brows twitching closer together. “We had a … fling, yes. But it was over before I accepted your proposal.”

He stared at her, unblinking, and when her skin began to crawl, she curled her hands into fist by her sides, willing herself not to cower.

“I didn’t think it would matter,” she said matter-of-factly.

“It’s obvious that you didn’t think.” His voice dropped to a hum now, his upper lip curling in distaste. “Don’t assume for one second that I would have asked for your hand if I’d known that—”

“That what?” she hissed, her teeth clenched as she took a step closer, her anger getting the better of her. “That I have a sex life? May I ask how many people you’ve slept with, Elas?”

He moved before she could react, and his knuckles where sharp as he slapped her across the face with the back of his hand.

She gasped with the impact, her head swivelling to the side, her feet stumbling where she stood, the world around her suddenly swaying. He was on her then, gripping her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze before she could even think to collect herself, and her hand instinctively shot up to wrap around his wrist for stability. 

His nose was mere inches from hers, his next words a quiet hiss.

“That I’d be marrying a whore.” She felt his breath on her face, her jaw aching beneath the hard grip of his hand. But she held his gaze with quiet defiance. “I allowed you to keep your wings intact because I thought you knew where your priorities lie. I thought we had an agreement. We could have been good together. We could have been content.”

He took a deep breath through his nose and for a brief moment, she wondered whether he could smell the fear she so desperately tried to suppress.

“I shall still wed you once this nonsense is dealt with, but do not expect a marriage from me. You’ll do for carrying my offspring, but I have no desire to give a good life to another’s fuck toy.”

She felt her throat clog up, doing everything to will back the tears that threatened to shoot to her eyes.

“I was wrong about you,” she ground out through clenched teeth. “You’re just like the others. And I’d rather die than marry you.”

Elas hummed, and when the corners of his lips curled into a little smirk, her heart sank further.

“I’m guessing your chances of dying are pretty good once Devlon has proof that this bond is a scam—which we both know it is,” he said, the words almost sensual as they rolled off his tongue. “But either way, I staked my claim. I have your word, and I have witnesses to prove it. So in the unlikely event of your survival, you shall belong to me.” Lifting the hand he didn’t keep wrapped around her aching jaw, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, the gesture almost gentle. “And what fun I’ll have humiliating you as you have humiliated me.”

His eyes moved to her lips then and she could feel her bottom lip begin to wobble with the harshness of his words and the future they promised.

She noted the way he exhaled through his nose in a quiet scoff, and next thing she knew, horror coursed through her veins as he lowered his mouth to hers.

His fingers pressed deep into her skin, his grip crushing on the bones of her jaw, preventing her from backing away. And when his mouth covered hers and he pried her lips open for his tongue to lick deep into her mouth, she gave a choked sob.

She pulled on his wrist, her hands hitting his shoulders in an attempt to shove him off her, but she was too weak. She was powerless, as she’d never been allowed to train. And suddenly she realised why Illyrian males were so keen on keeping their women defenceless.

There was nothing gentle in Elas’ kiss; none of the passion she’d felt heating her blood whenever Azriel had kissed her. Elas was demanding—harsh in the way he claimed her mouth and unrelenting in his hold on her jaw.

He tilted her head back, forcing himself closer to her and his tongue deeper into her mouth. His teeth scraped harshly against her lips, and when he finally pulled back, she felt the sting of split skin.

The breath was tearing in and out of her lungs now, and immediately, she clenched her teeth hard enough to hear her jaw give a crunching groan.

Elas hummed again, tilting his head with an eyebrow raised in mockery. “Yes, you’ll certainly do.”

When he finally, finally let go of her, it was with a shove that had her falter where she stood.

Her eyes were burning now. But she wouldn’t cry. Not here, not in front of him.

Elas turned around, and as he headed towards his hut, he threw snide words over his shoulder.

“It’ll be interesting to find out what it is that has the shadowsinger so wrapped up that he’ll risk losing his life over a cunt.”

She stared after him, unable to move as she let his words sink in.

It was ironic, really. In his attempt to spare her from a future he thought as bad as it would get, Azriel had only managed to guarantee her a fate much worse.

It dawned on her then. That she’d spent the rest of her life in agony. She’d spent the rest of her immortal existence utterly miserable. At Elas’ mercy—assaulted, disrespected, alone. All he’d done just then had been a glimpse into the future that awaited her.

A sob tore through her—one she could neither stop nor muffle—and just when she was about to crumble entirely right then and there in the middle of the camp, gentle hands found her arm.

“Not here,” Malina spoke quietly. “Don’t let them see.”

A gentle tug on her arm had Y/N stumble along her friend’s side, until a familiar, dusty scent filled her nostrils.

The supply hut.

Perfect.

Her eyes flickered to the table she’d sat on last night and suddenly she felt the urge to laugh in the face of all the things that had gone wrong in less than twenty-four hours. It would have been hysterical, had it not been so … final.

It was Lissa who brushed loose hair from her face. Her big, round eyes were filled with concern, and at the wetness on her cheeks, Y/N realised that she hadn’t been laughing after all.

“He’s going to make my life a living hell,” she heard herself say, her voice hoarse, her tone dull. Despite the tears streaming down her face, she felt numb. Like her mind had been disconnected from her body.

“We saw,” Lissa spoke quietly, brushing her fingers through her friend’s hair in a soothing manner. “I never would have thought him to be so … vicious.”

Y/N scoffed weakly. Because hadn’t she known him to be a vicious fighter? She realised then that it had been naïve of her to assume he’d be any different when it came to his wife.

“You won’t end up with him,” Malina stated, and she sounded almost sure enough to be convincing. Almost.

“Please stop,” Y/N spoke softly. “I can’t take this irrational confidence from you too. It is futile.”

“Only if your bond to Azriel can be disproven, and the Cauldron never miss—”

“The bond does not exist.” A wave of exhaustion crashed into her as she lowered herself to the edge of the wooden table, lifting her palms to press the heels of her hands over her eyes. Her head was throbbing. She wanted to lie down. “Azriel made it up.”

Silence fell over the dusty little cabin. And it seemed to stretch on forever.

She didn’t want to lift her head, didn’t want to see the horror on her friends’ faces as they realised the true extent of her predicament.

“We’ll have to fake it, then.”

To everyone’s surprise, it was Lissa who’d spoken the words.

“You cannot fake a mating bond,” Y/N muttered.

“Oh, sure you can,” Malina said, and when Y/N lifted her gaze, she shrugged. “Or Azriel would not have attempted it. He’s smart, darling. Smarter than all of us. And he’s obviously trying to help you, so I’d suggest you follow his lead.”

“He went behind my back,” Y/N said, her forehead creasing. “And he ruined every plan I made for myself. For my life.”

“You despised those plans.”

“That doesn’t matter, he—”

“It does matter.” Malina sighed as she propped a hand on her hip. “Look, I get where you’re coming from. But I’m thinking you need to consider your current situation and set your priorities accordingly.”

Y/N lifted a brow. “What?”

“What I’m saying is you need to focus on getting through this first. You can be angry with Azriel later. What’s done is done. There’s no going back so you might as well go with it to try and save yourself instead of wasting time on holding a pointless grudge.”

“She’s right,” Lissa said tentatively, smoothing a warm palm down the length of Y/N’s back as she sank to the table next to her. “She could have said it a little nicer, but she’s right.”

Malina snorted.

“And besides, you only need to convince one person, how hard can that be?” Malina waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “I’ve always been convinced the priestesses fake it anyway.”

“There are only twelve, right?” Lissa asked.

“Yes, and Devlon sent for one he can trust to be impartial.” Malina scoffed. “You can say what you want about him but when it comes to the mating bond, he really doesn’t fuck around. He’ll have her flown in and all.”

That caught Y/N’s attention. Having a priestess flown in meant that she was too far to winnow.

“She doesn’t reside in the Night Court?.”

Malina tilted her head, a glint in her eyes. “You’re trying to steal his prized shadowsinger, of course he’s going to get someone that couldn’t have been bribed by Azriel or his brothers.”

Y/N lifted a brow at her friend. “You heard him say all that?”

“Oh, yeah,” Malina said, and a smirk stretched over her face. “You’d be surprised what they let you hear when they think you’re of next to no use to anyone.”

Y/N sighed through her nose and let her face sink back into her open palms, wincing at the tenderness of her jaw. She could feel the slight swelling of her cheekbone, a smudge of blood landing on her hand where she held it pressed to her lip.

Lissa’s interest seemed piqued at Malina’s words. “I thought most of the priestesses lived in the Night Court,” she said, curiosity in her tone. “Where is he flying her in from?”

“I forgot.” Malina waved her hand again. “Some super spiritual priestess temple. I heard him say that she’s their newest member. Ianthe, I think her name was.”

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The apartment is dark, newspaper covering the windows and blocking you from anyone’s view. Your heart is beating loudly in your chest, filling the silence of the ratty apartment, as you anxiously check the time again. You can’t stop yourself from being nervous - it’s a habit whenever Bucky goes out on his own. You’re nervous that he won’t come home, that someone’ll catch him, even out here in Bucharest, that he’ll go back to being the Winter Soldier instead of your boyfriend. You scold yourself for just standing around and waiting for him - instead you slide your journal out from under Bucky’s, on top of the fridge, and flip to the next open page.

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