Contrary to popular belief, the days in Azkaban weren’t all the same at all. There was something, day by day, that grew. It changed, it changed me, it changed the smell of the chains, the shadows on the walls. Its game was cruel; all started with pain, suffering, guilt.
The day after, the visions had disappeared. There were no more Jamie and Remie, but only fear; the purest, ancestral fear, the terror that stank in my breath, perhaps even more sickening than those rotten mouths.
The day after that day, the fear no longer had power over me. Something that seemed to have the traits of a melody had taken its place. First floor, hissing. Then loud, screaming. It scratched my heart, kept me alive with those few bits of soul left.
Then night fell and the music faded. It no longer screamed or hissed. Now it was still, like a sea without more seamen to kill; so, without a good reason to unleash storm, in short. Now it was arrogant in me, but without violence. It hurt me a lot more, because it started caressing me softly.
Request: Your
boyfriend broke up with you the same time Chris’ girlfriend broke up with
him. You were acquaintances with him
through Scott and one night, Chris got a revenge idea. The two of you pretend to date to get back at
your exes. Before long, feelings develop
right around the time your exes want you back.
You pace back and forth in your living room, chewing
anxiously on your nails. “What was I thinking?”
you growl to yourself in frustration.
Once you got the text from Brad you sheepishly apologized to both Scott
and Chris and ran out of the house.
The whole point of this ‘revenge dating’ plot with Chris was
just that, to get revenge against your exes; but you didn’t think it would go
so far as to actually have your ex, Brad, want you back. Now you were at a standstill for what to
do. Even though he crushed your heart,
broke it in two, you felt like you owed it to Brad to take him back. But then again, the last month you spent with
Chris had been everything you wanted, and never got, in a relationship. “Damnit!” you cursed yet again to yourself as
you collapsed on your couch in defeat.
Brad was on his way over to talk to you in person and you
weren’t sure what you were going to do.
Brad was comfort, he was safe.
The two of you had been together for years and you honestly saw yourself
marrying him. But then he dumped you and
Chris slowly crept into your heart. He
was different from what you were used to in a relationship. Chris was carefree and adventurous, yet didn’t
mind spend a quiet evening at home.
AN: Inspired by Ruth B’s song ‘Mixed Signals’ (Link here) It’s not as sad as the song though. I don’t know if this is any good because I haven’t written Bucky in over a year.
Summary: There’s always been something between you and Bucky and you two tried to fight it due to you being Tony’s daughter but things just keep coming back to the two of you.
Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader
Word count: 3,598
Warnings: Age gap but reader is of legal age.
You heard the knock at your door. It was gentle but definite.
You sighed and lowered your head, wiping your tears away.
You forced yourself to your feet and shuffled towards the door; your hand took hold of the handle but you didn’t open just yet.
You knew exactly who it would be and you didn’t know if you could face him again.
Anon request: Heyy I love all your prompts!! Can you do one with #12, #18, #20, #33, and #43!? Sorry I know it’s a lot but I feel like they go together!
I woke up with a start, banging my head on something hard. I rubbed it, noticing I was in a small cage. The memories of what happened a few hours previously came flooding back
~5 hours before~
For months I had eluded Pan and his lost boys on his island. Day after day, he’d sent scouts to try to find me and bring me to camp and they’d never been successful.
Until today, that is.
Maybe I let my arrogance go to my head (much like someone I know) as I didn’t think twice before lighting a fire in the early hours of the morning when it was still cold and slightly dark.
And while fire equals warmth and light, fire also equals smoke.
That smoke being what gave me away.
I was minding my own business when I heard voices.
“Look over there!” exclaimed one voice.
“Smoke,” stated another.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I hurriedly kicked some dirt over the fire to put it out and grabbed the only 2 things I owned: a wooden hunting spear I’d made on my first day on the island and my inconveniently bright orange backpack.
I hesitated a moment to check if they’d noted the location of the smoke correctly as I couldn’t hear or see them and I didn’t want to waste my effort running away if they were so stupid they’d actually managed to lose me without me even having to move.
That was a big mistake.
Pan, Felix and two boys who must have been the ones I heard talking before appeared over a grassy rise just metres before me, locking eyes with me instantly. Of course they would have gone to get their leader.
A cocky grin spread across Pan’s face and Felix swung the club off its permanent resting place on his shoulder while I stood frozen like a deer in headlights.
Then the adrenaline kicked in, I guess triggering that fight or flight reaction. With me vs four boys, you can guess which won out. I backed away as Pan taunted, “you can run but you can’t hide.”
I can sure as hell try. I turned tail and ran, hearing them sliding down the bank. I knew the island well after sneaking around on it for so long, even through the fading darkness.
My instinct was to outrun them and get to the caves so I could lose them in the network of passages and tunnels there. I was a fast runner, and there was a steady distance between us. They were not closing in on me, thank god.
I put on an increased spurt of speed and was delighted to see the entrance to one of the caves very close by. I made straight for it and heard Pan yelling, “NOW!”
A blonde haired woman I’d never seen before stepped out in front of me from inside the darkness of the cave just as I approached it and I turned, ready to run back in a different direction, only to find the four of my pursuers had spread out, trapping me at the mouth of the cave.
“Much obliged, Tinkerbell,” Pan said jovially.
“Did you really think it would be that easy?” Pan asked, punctuating his sentence with a laugh.
“With your stupid lost boys, yes,” I said, defiantly. I tried not to let my fear show.
I gripped my hunting spear tightly, taking this opportunity to swing it over my head and deliver a carefully placed blow to Tinkerbell behind me, landing it directly between her collarbone and neck.
She staggered back, glaring at me with a hand to the spot I just hit.
“You’re going to regret that,” Pan seethed.
“Oh I’m sure,” I sneered back.
Felix advanced after a shared look with Pan and I held my spear with two hands in a fighting stance, ready to defend myself.
Felix raised his club and brought it smashing down, breaking my spear into two splintered halves. Angered, I turned both the jagged edges towards him.
“Stop playing and drop them, girl,” Pan commanded. “Unless you want to see what Felix can really do with that club.”
I considered it for a second. Thinking rationally, two pathetic splintered sticks weren’t really going to do a lot of good against five people, all equipped with weapons.
I decided to submit, going against what my heart was telling me.
I threw the spear pieces to the ground and Felix swung his club around my neck from behind me, trapping me in place.
“Her bag, please, Felix,” Pan requested.
I let him rip the bag off my shoulders and throw it to Pan who caught it and started examining the contents.
He pulled out an apple, which he took a bite of before discarding, a vial of dreamshade I’d extracted and magically made it disappear (”Oh no, much too dangerous for little girls to be playing with) and finally, the last object: a pouch of poppy powder.
“I think we can find a use for this,” he declared with a smile. He strode up to me, while pouring some of the contents into his palm. I took a deep breath before he reached me, preparing so I wouldn’t need to breathe in the dust but Felix stamped on my foot causing me to gasp just as Pan blew the dust in my face.
I inhaled and I was out.
~Present time~
Pan emerged into my vision.
“Well, well, well, looks like we finally have you trapped.”
“Took you long enough,” I snorted. I picked at the wooden bars absentmindedly.
Pan shook his head. “It doesn’t matter how long it took. The point is: now you’re mine and you aren’t going anywhere.”
“We’ll see how long that lasts,” I said, even though I had no idea how I was going to escape this predicament. I’d had close calls before but this was another level.
He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “What’s your name?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I said in an airy voice.
“Yes. That’s why I’m asking.”
I forced a short laugh.
“It’s y/n but that doesn’t really change anything, does it, Pan?”
He shrugged. “Well it makes our relationship a little more personal I’d say,” he claimed.
“Yeah,” I fake agreed. “Except we don’t have a relationship.”
“Not yet,” he smirked suggestively.
What the fuck… creep.
“Darling y/n if I didn’t want you for something, you would be dead by now.”
“What a shame, I was looking forward to being put out of my misery,” I spat sarcastically. “What do you want me for then?”
“Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you are the only girl on Neverland meaning you get to be the one to please me when I want you to.”
“As if!” I screwed my face up in disgust.
“Give it time,” he said, stalking off. “You will obey me sooner or later.”
Summary: Steve has a daughter with Tony, and one night Tony makes a mistake by sleeping with his ex Pepper one drunken night.
Pairing: Father! Steve Rogers x daughter! Reader x Father! Tony Stark
Chapter 1
A/n: Updates will take a while, since I’m trying to make this as long as I can, unlike my other stories which aren’t really all that long.
Au version of the avengers
Background story-
Steve had thought tony was his one. Sure both men had a complicated relationship, they always butted heads as friends and their friends, knew that they both had some kind of sexual tension between them.
When they started dating Steve was very protective over his heart, he rarely opened up towards Tony seeing as how he knew and witnessed Tony’s old past partake over and over again over the years.
Just when steve had thought tony had changed for the best tony had gotten shit faced drunk and assulted him, emotionally. After a argument broke out, Tony agreed to go and get help, things finally started to look up for the two.
A few years of tony being sober him and Steve had gotten married then a few months later they had adopted a beautiful newborn babygirl named (Y/n), tony and Steve feel in love with her the moment they saw her, the social worker allowed them to take her home. With a bit of research tony found out her mother died from child birth and the father he was out of the picture when (y/n) mother told him she was pregnant.
Everything had been going good, (y/n) was now 2 years old and learning to speak more, tony had been busy at the tower a lot, was what he told Steve since he barley visited anymore. Steve and tony had a apartment in Brooklyn, since that was what Steve wanted to be at, tony agreed wanting his husband to be happy.
Night time-
Steve ran around the play room of (Y/n)’s trying to catch her, his voice rang out through the room, “I’m gonna catch you!” laughed Steve as he heard the giggles erupt from within his daughters mouth as she stumbled around the room trying her best to run away from her rather so that he wouldn’t catch her.
Steve slowed down a bit so that he wouldn’t catch her right away, this was her favorite game after all and whenever she got caught Steve found himself trying to cheer up her pouty face afterwards.
“I’m gonna get you, you better run!” Steve repeated again with a gaint smile on his face. Out of breathe (y/n) pauses in her footsteps causing Steve gaint hands to grasp around her small waist, as corrected (y/n) lips formed into a pout, heavy puffs of air exited from out of her nostrils and her chest moved up a down a bit in a fast motion.
“Hey now!” Steve says, “No pouting princess.” Steve adds a kiss onto her small nose causing the small two year old to smile showing off her two front teeth and three bottom ones. “You know what princess, let’s go call daddy!”
(Y/n) laughs and claps her hand in excitement, tony was daddy to her and Steve was papa to her, “Dada! Dada! Dada!” (Y/n) chants out loud earning a cheek kiss from Steve who wore a smile on his face. Seating her in her walker Steve watched her for a few seconds as she played with the toys attached to the walker before he went over to the room across from her’s, which was her bedroom and unplugged the rose gold iPad tony had bought her a few months back.
Unlocking the iPad Steve went over to the face time button and walked back into the playroom (y/n) was in still playing with her walker, typing on Tony’s name the iPad began to ring.
One ring sounded, then two, then five before tony had picked up.
“Heyyyyy baby!” Tony voice slurred and at the moment Steve knew he was drunk, their was no music blasting in the background so Steve knew he wasn’t having a party.
Not wanting their daughter to see tony like this Steve left the room and stood in the hallway, by the door way glancing back at (y/n) before facing tony on FaceTime. “What the hell tony!” Steve hisses out with an angry face, “I thought we were past this stage?!” Steve was furious. After all those months of being away from Steve to get sober, tony gets back into heavy drinking.
“Oh no, no, no steve!” slurred tony.
“You don’t get to say that!” Steve wasn’t having any of Tony’s drunken behavior at the moment. “Say what?” asked Steve with a additude.
“You don’t get to say if I’m done with this-“ tony paused holding his drink up towards the camera, “If I wanna drink I’m gonna drink all I fucking want and you ain’t gonna stop me!” yells tony taking a large gulp back of his glass.
“You know what tony, I’m not doing this with you right now, not with our daughter in the room I’m standing right outside of. Call me when your sober.” Steve says just before hanging up.
Taking a deep breath Steve heads into the playroom sitting on the floor beside (y/n) on his knees and gently grabs her body taking her out of the walker, sitting her on a small bean back Steve grabbed himself one as well and sat down on it, turning on the flat screen tv Steve turned to channel 258 and saw bubble guppies were on.
While both of them watched the show Steve could hear the familiar ding coming from the iPad, deciding to check after the 10th ding Steve felt his heart stop, their on the screen displayed pictures and videos of his husband tony kissing and fucking his ex girlfriend pepper.
In that moment Steve felt his heart break more then it was already, stopping the tears from falling Steve turns the iPad off his heart pounded in his chest and his mind was racing.
Tony cheated on him.
He was cheating on him.
And with his ex girlfriend pepper as well.
Tony looked at (y/n) a single tear rolled down his cheek and he was quick to wipe it away just in time as (y/n) looked up at him and pointed to Molly on the television screen.
Steve couldn’t do this to her, he couldn’t let his daughter have someone so destructive in her life, someone who might break her heart as fast as tony has just done to him in a matter of minutes.
Steve knew tony had to be gone, he couldn’t have tony in his life, not now, not ever. Picking up his phone from out of his pocket Steve dailed up a number before hitting the call button.
After a few rings someone picked up, “Steve. Buddy, you alright?” Bucky voice rang out through the phone music blasting loudly behind him.
Bucky was out at a club with his roommate and and his wife Nat and Clint. Nat was Bucky’s student back in middle school, he would teach her as well as the other female students in ‘Madam Red, Red Room Girl School’; Nat was his favorite student, she was a faster learner and good listener but he left the Red Room Girl School because he had to return to his own school, Hydra.
Hydra was a strict place, normally bad students of all ages went their hell even some grown up would go there and they would be taught to respect or get punished. Bucky learned to be emotionless around everyone their, the other teachers were scared of him because of his arm and temper.
Bucky’s arm was metal. He had lost it in a train accident a few years back when he was riding with his best friend Steve to visit Steve’s old crush Peggy’s grave, sadly the train was hijacked and crashed. Many people died that day Steve was alright which was a relief to Bucky, but Bucky ended up with his arm pinned under the train, a huge peace of glass stabbed into Bucky’s top arm so when it was lifted off of him it sliced his arm off.
Bucky learned to live with his metal arm, he wasn’t all that comfortable with it but he was thankful for it. “Bucky. Please come over, i-i need you.” Steve voice broke over the phone and Bucky being his best friend that broke his heart, his friend sounded so broken.
“I’m coming steve, hang on!” Bucky says before hanging up.
Finding Nat and Clint seated at the table in the V.I.P station he quickly told them he had to go, “Why?” Nat questions, “Steve.” was the only word which left Bucky’s mouth. Clint and Nat were to quick to follow, Nat knew of Steve’s daughter and since her and Clint had a hard time of having their own children Nat took every moment she got to see (y/n).
Nat was the godmother and Bucky was The Godfather. Both of them adored (y/n), that’s actually how they reconnected. It was at the welcoming party tony was hosting for baby (y/n).
Flash back-
Tony laughed with Clint in the corner of the room about something about how tony was gonna spoil the heck out of the kid. Steve sat on the couch surrounded by toys and clothing his friends and family bought him. Nat sat across from him holding (y/n) in her arms as the child slept.
“She’s so cute.” says Nat as she glanced down at (y/n)’s peaceful sleeping face, “Yeah, she is,” replied Steve as he stared at the small soft locks of (h/c) hair which accompanied the small head of hers. “I wish me and Clint could have a baby, you know?” Nat says looking up at Steve who nods his head in understanding, Nat had been pregnant once but some reckless women had slammed the door against Nat stomach causing her baby to die as well as make her unable to have children.
“You could always adopt, like me and tony.” says Steve but Nat just shakes her head no, “It wouldn’t feel the same, you know?” and in understanding once more had Steve nodded his head.
“Steve.” greets a voice behind Nat, Steve and Nat looked up. Bucky wore a plain white button up and had it rolled up to his elbow, a pair of dark blue jeans and converse covered his body.
“So this is the little princess?” smiled Bucky in questioning before Steve replied, “Yeah this is she, the little princess in all of her glory.” laughs Steve with a small smiled graced over his features.
“Mr. Barnes?” Nat asked with a shock look on her face.
“Miss. Romanoff?” smiled Bucky before clearing his throat, “Or should I be saying, Mrs. Romanoff?” Bucky says noticing the wedding ring which laid on her ring finger, Nat smiles at her old teacher before taking a glance at her wedding ring, “Actually it’s, Mrs. Barton.” Nat clarifies, “I took his last name.”
“I wonder who the lucky guy is.” chuckled Bucky as he looked around the room suddenly a man, Clint, walks up from behind Bucky and sits beside Nat greeting her a kiss on the cheek, “That would be me.” Clint responded with a wide smile across his face.
He was proud to have Nat as a wife, that much Bucky could tell.
“Well you are one lucky man.” says Bucky, “I remember when Nat was just a small girl going to puberty, saying boys were stupid and not for her. One time she even claimed only girls were the gender she would date.”
“Oh stop it Mr. Barnes-“ Nat says blushing slightly with a smile on her face as Steve and Clint laughed at the tale, “Your embarrassing me.”
End of Flash Back-
Clint drove the car as Nat sat in beside him, in the passengers seat, Bucky sighed dropped his phone onto his lap and Nat glanced back at him. Ever since her and Bucky reconnected, and he started to live with her and Clint she couldn’t help but worry for him.
The way he explained his life and how hydra basically ruined his life in the past after he quit, she had reason to be concerned for the dark haired male. “He still not answering?” Nat asked which Bucky replies with a shake of his head.
“I’m worried Nat.” Bucky says, “What if he’s hurt? I mean he has (y/n) in the apartment with him; What if she’s hurt?” Bucky says.
Nat knew Bucky really cared for (Y/n) after all she really cared for the little girl as if she were her own, “Bucky I’m sure everything’s fine.” says Nat; “Yeah come on Buck-“ Clint says trying to lighten up the mood, “I’m sure Steve is either stuck watching cartoons with the little bugger or she’s giving him a hard time to put her to bed.”
Clint smiled at Bucky in the rear view mirror which Bucky returned with a small side smile, “Yeah your probably right.”
Meanwhile-
Steve had been on the phone with a lawyer named Nicolas Fury, he was a divorce lawyer and was a bit surprised when the famous Steve Stark called his phone late at night.
Steve explained his situation and even though Nicolas said he needed more of a couples therapist instead of lawyer Steve stated very clearly, “I can’t do this anymore sir, with all the respect I understand what your saying but I fear for the worst. He was sober for a whole year and a couple of months then he’s suddenly back drinking not only that but he cheated on me sir, that isn’t something a child should be around.”
Nicolas understood he to was married once to a women named Maria Hill, she and him had a child and divorced but not for any drinking reasons, Nicolas had to cheated once and with a co worker at that, but not just once many times. It was just the 5th time he was caught by his wife and kid when they walked in on him pounding his co worker in the living room.
His now teenager son barely spoke to him, as well as Maria but they learned to co parent Michael, their son. Now Maria was married to a man named Phil and he happily filled in the row Nicolas knew he wouldn’t get back anytime soon.
“Alright Mr. Stark-“
Steve cuts Nicolas off, “Rogers. Please call me Rogers.” Nicolas clears his throat, “Well Mr. Rogers, give me a call in the morning I will email you my office address and you come drop by, tomorrow I shall have you and Mr. Stark a copy of the divorce sheets all you need to do is sign them and make sure Mr. Stark has a lawyer. When we meet me and Mr. Starks lawyer shall look over the details that the judge sees fit and that would be all.”
“Alright Mr. Fury sir, have a safe night and goodbye.”
“Likewise Mr. Rogers.”
And with that both men hang up on each other. Now all steve had to do was wait until tomorrow.
Should he call tony and inform him that he’ll need a lawyer because he wanted a divorce? Probably, but all Steve could think about was, ‘Is Pepper still over?’ ‘Is he still fucking her?’ ‘How will he take the news?’
All these thoughts floated around his head, but hearing the sound of light knocks on the door knocked him out of his thoughts, making his way towards the door Steve peeped from out of the door way, spotting Bucky followed by Nat and Clint, Steve let them all in.
The front door was held open by Steve witch gained the three adults attention, “Hey guys.” greets Steve; and Nat was the first to rush forward. She had thrown her arms a could his head and hugged him which he returned, steve really needed that hug with all the emotions running through him and everything. “I’ll go check on (y/n).” Clint says as he walked in and towards the back room where (y/n) sat in her play room half asleep on her bean bag with a bottle of warm milk in her hands, “Me too!” Nat says as she pulls away from Steve and follows her husband towards the back.
Closing the door behind Bucky once he stepped inside of the apartment Bucky wrapped his arms around his best friends neck and that’s when the wave of emotions broke, steve could feel himself bursting with all of the emotions he held inside since he saw those pictures and videos.
All Bucky could do was hold his friend and stroke his blonde locks of hair, confronting him the best way he could, just like when they were children.
Meanwhile-
A drunk Tony pounded his cock into deep into Peppers wet vagina, her moans filled through out the rooms as Tony’s cock filled her up, all she could do was wrap her legs around his waist and moan out in pleasure as she clawed at his bare back.
One moment tony had invited her over to catch up, next they were going through the old videos and photos they shared with each other and had stored in Jarvis database while sipping on some liquid, next thing not to long after both of them were drunk and fucking each other.
“Oh tony!” moans out Pepper, “So good baby, so fucking good!” she says while gasping outt in between hard thrusts from tony. “Yeah you like that baby.” moans out Tony, “Yeah I know you like it baby. You’ve always been such a kinky boy steve!” groans out tony.
Pepper stopped her morning once she heard tony groan out Steve’s name instead of her own, pushing him off of her she got up from the bed with a huff, “What the fuck tony?!” she yells in anger but tony was to drunk to care of realize his mistake, he held his cock in hand pumping it at the sight of her naked body, “Ah steve, baby.” hisses out Tony nearing his climate, “Get your pretty little ass over here and suck this cock.”
Pepper held a look of disgust before she began to get dressed, just when she had thought tony was getting up to apologize she turned around upon hearing movement only to see tony now on his knees staring straight at her asshole while jerking off.
“Such a good asshole, steve.” moans out tony closing his eyes soon after as his semen comes flying out onto his chest and the bed sheets, groans left his mouth as well as pants. Pepper had gotten dressed and left tony alone in his own climax, she was unsatisfied, a bit drunk, and anger. Getting in the nearest cab Pepper left to go to a bar to go and get lucky, while tony laid on his bed fuzzy minded from being drunk and just climaxing.
Tony was to tired to care about pepper leaving all he cared about was thinking how his husband Steve just gave him the best sex ever. And with that tony fell asleep, with his semen still covering him and the bed.
Prompt: I’ve actually gotten like 3 requests asking for Henry finding out reader is being abused, so I decided to put my own swing on it, I hope that’s okay!
Warning: Violence, bad language, abuse
Note: I’m not fully sure how I feel about this, it was harder to write than I expected, but I’m hoping it turned out alright.
Pansexual Monster Girl 