One and Only

Prompt: You need a little bit of T.L.C. after being shot on a mission and that includes a new roommate. You have a massive crush on him and he’s clueless.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,712

Warnings: violence, fluff

A/N: inspired by a song, shocker: one and only by adele. also….. BEARDED DOMESTIC STEVE ROGERS. let me know if you want to be tagged or anything.

Tagged: @defendors @marvelfandom-stuff @cchrriissuuu @katexbishopx @all-around-geek @thorne93


Originally posted by charlesxsavier

Two months ago, it started out as any other mission. Steve, Bucky, and Sam lead the way and you followed behind with Natasha and Wanda. But it’s the ambush that wasn’t like all the other missions you’d been on. Natasha was taken out of the line with a swift kick to her stomach, and Wanda immediately went to her rescue, leaving you vulnerable. You took out a few of them with a few well timed and well aimed shots before you heard the shot and felt the overwhelming feeling of burning pain in your side.

It took you off your feet instantly and you fell to the ground as you gripped your stomach, trying to keep any sort of pressure on the wound. But the pressure you were attempting to put on it wasn’t enough and as you looked down, the blood made its appearance, leaking out passed your shaking hand and knuckles. You remember calling out for Natasha, Steve, anyone. But the ringing in your ears was all that answered you back. You heard some muffled shouting through your earpiece and then acoustically. And you remembered crawling on the ground, using all the strength you could muster into your arms, towards Natasha as she helped pull you to safety. Everything went black after that.

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Weapon (Thorin x Reader)

Originally posted by daoriginalhigh

Summary: In the modern world, the reader was turned into a weapon against her will. Now part of Thorin’s company, she has to deal with the fallout of Thorin’s close call after the company barely escapes Azog’s ambush and takes refuge in Beorn’s home.

Notes: Written for the dear anon who underwent chemo a while ago. I hope it’s what you were hoping for. :)
Warning: It gets quite violent in the beginning.
Words: 4164

Sweat drips into your eyes as you twist and slash your dagger across an orc’s bare thigh. The orc howls. Blood spurts from the femoral artery. You lean sideways to evade the spray and twist again to evade a clumsy mace blow.

The orc stumbles, dragged off balance by the momentum of his own weapon. To your enhanced senses he seems to move in slow motion. For a moment, the orc’s chin lifts, exposing his throat above the armor. You feel a short pang of dismay as you flip the dagger and slice again.

Time speeds up as you dip beneath the flashing arc of a mace blow meant for your throat. You turn, quicksilver fast, and make use of the opening it affords you. Another orc drops to his knees. You leave him to choke on his own blood and press on.

Around you, the forest is burning.

You are forging a path toward Azog. The Company is cornered and outnumbered, and time is running out. There are entirely too many orcs; killing their leader is the only way to survive. Thorin was right about that. But he shouldn’t have tried to go it alone, weakened as he was by a persistent bout of illness that had swept through the Company for days.

Taking refuge in the trees had been the only option. Not for you — you had been subjected to years of experimentation and conditioning for this very purpose: infiltration, Guerilla tactics and the whole array of wetwork skills. So you had signaled Thorin and went to ground, making your silent way towards the white warg. Undetectable. Deadly.

Your whole body is a precision instrument engineered for this specific purpose. Even your sweat adapts to mimic the scents around you. You could stand right in front of a warg and it wouldn’t be able to smell you.

But none of that matters now.

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The Price of Wanting Children - Killian Jones One-shot

Request: 40 & 37 Killian Jones
40 - “The kids, they ambushed me.”
37 - “Welcome to fatherhood.”
Title: The Price of Wanting Children
Pairing: Killian Jones x Reader

Killian and (Y/N) had been together since before the first curse was created by Regina. However, they ended up being separated right before the curse was cast. For Killian, the worst part was that he had to leave his two children behind as well, Brennan and Eva. Brennan was the oldest at 8, and Eva was 6. When the family was reunited, it was certainly a site to behold. Though there was a little humor in the situation as well. When Killian had spotted his wife, he had begun to run towards her, actually sending Emma and most of the other townspeople into a panic, afraid that he was going to hurt someone. Yet when the woman was embraced into a warm hug, the whole town froze, and finally, the two were one again. The children seemed to accept him fairly quickly, since they did have their memories, and knew that someone was missing in their lives, and now they had him back. 
It was now about 3 years later, and now they had another little girl named Reyna, and another little boy on the way. Though Killian didn’t know about that. 

(Y/N) was currently making dinner for their growing family while Killian was outside, making sure the kids didn’t do anything they weren’t supposed to. That evening was fairly calm up until Killian came busting through the door with three giggling children right behind him. The pirate stumbled into the kitchen, panting softly. 
“The kids- they ambushed me!” He gasped out. His hair was a total train wreck, his clothes were tattered and the worst part was the marker and glitter all over his face. 
“You’re the one who fell asleep!” Brennan said with a smirk as his little sister couldn’t stop giggling. 
“Daddy’s a princess now!” Eva said happily, clapping her hands. 
“Honey, daddy has always been a princess.” (Y/N) smirked. 
“(Y/N) no, you’ll give them idea-”
“DADDY WEAR DRESS!” Reyna shrieked happily and began to pull her father up the stairs and into his and (Y/N) room, where there was a large assortment of dresses. 
“Oh god- (Y/N) help!”
“No.” (Y/N) said simply and smirked as she watched her husband disappear up the stairs. 
“Mummy, is daddy going to be alright?” Brennan asked innocently. 
“Probably not, but it was his fault for wanting children.” (Y/N) smirked.

30 minutes later, Killian finally came down the stairs wearing a frilly pink dress, and a Batman mask. Why in the world Reyna decided to put the mask on him, was beyond any of them, but it looked amazing either way. To join the mask, there was also make up all over his face. His face was nearly pure red, with hot pink lipstick, and multicolor eyeshadow all over the mask. 
“We are not having any more kids,” Killian muttered to his wife later that night. 
“Heh, about that…” (Y/N) coughed awkwardly. 
“Welcome to fatherhood, love.”

<3 Elizabeth

Finally started a new game of Skyrim, with almost all the mods listed here (all except the Phenderix one).

(Septims having weight, and the vast increase in the weight of ores and ingots, is the biggest adjustment so far.  Also the look of the new crafting interface.)

Playing a female Breton.  She’d been kidnapped at a young age by evil sorceresses and forced to work for them, and recently escaped but was caught in the Imperial ambush that caught Ulfric.  Might grow to become a witchhunter and fight malevolent mages, or follow the destiny her former captors had in mind and embrace darkest sorceries, becoming the Wolf Queen’s heir.

And here’s something that may push her one way or the other: her first encounter with vampires.

I’d just come back from Bleak Falls Barrow, with Dragonstone in hand.  The sun was setting, and I sold all the weapons and armor and crap I’d gotten from the bandits and draugr in the barrow.  I headed to Dragonsreach to deliver the stone to Farengar, which triggered the dragon attack on the Western Watchtower.  Before heading out I checked my equipment, and noticed I’d gone up a level (from an increase in Speech from selling my stuff earlier).  I leveled up, to 10, then headed out, and a Courier stopped me, delivering an inheritance… from Bergritte Battle-Born.  I didn’t think anything of this at first, and continued on tot he main gate where Irelith and some Whiterun Guards were gathered…

… along with the corpses of one Master Vampire, and two Vampire Thralls, and Bergritte Battle-Born, Belethor, and Adrianne Avenicci!!!


Will such a sight steel her determination to oppose supernatural evils?  Or will it drive her back to the familiar, yet corruptive, arms of her former captor-sisters?

Dalish elf Takumi. Archer artificer rogue. Missing half of his right ear and covers it up with shaggier hair.

Originally believing that maybe humans weren’t as bad as they were made out to be by his fellow Dalish, Takumi grants mercy to humans who entered his clans territory. 

The humans repaid him by ambushing him and slicing off part of his “knife ear” and would have done the same to the other but Takumi managed to escape. After that he became suspicious and fearful of humans and feels ashamed by his missing ear. 

He hopes to track down the ones who did it to get revenge and reclaim his honor as an elf.

Bitis peringueyi is an endemic adder from the Nabib desert. It’s an ambush predator, highly equipped for the job. Many snakes are disguise masters but few completely burrow their entire body beneath the surface and fewer have their eyes moved on top of their head. Actually, if I hadn’t blown off the sand to better show its scaly pattern, this adder would have been completely invisible. Image credit: Royal Society Publishing/Fabio Pupin


K-2SO proved to be a particularly loyal ally to young Cassian Andor when their mission on Maridun went awry. The two had been on a supply run when they were ambushed by Imperial troops who had somehow breached Alliance intelligence and discovered the drop point. A firefight broke out and Cassian was badly wounded leaving only the droid to get them to safety. Within hours K-2SO arrived on base with a stolen ship, as well as the supplies, and got Cassian immediate medical attention. He refused to leave the teen’s side throughout.

Scott Michael Greene named as suspect in Des Moines ambush killing of 2 police officers

Scott Michael Greene, 46, of Urbandale, Iowa, has been identified as a suspect in the shooting deaths of two police officers early Wednesday in Des Moines, Iowa. The officers were attacked in their patrol cars a couple miles apart and killed in “ambush-style attacks.” Greene may have been carrying a Confederate battle flag in a recently uploaded video. This is developing.

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