gun unloaded

  • Sherlock, preparing to shoot the wall: BORED!
  • John, holding out his hand for the gun: Is that what it's called?
  • Sherlock, handing the gun over with a sigh: No
  • John, unloading the gun and locking it up: What's it called?
  • Sherlock: An anxiety attack
  • John: Right and what shall we do about that?
  • Sherlock: A walk?
  • John: okay
  • Sherlock: okay

anonymous asked:

tell me about leverage. make me want to, please

alright buckle up motherfuckers, i’m about to school y’all about this wonderful show called Leverage.

let’s start with the premise: they’re a bunch of criminals who come together to work as a team and to “pick up where the law leaves off.” aka: they do illegal shit to legally take out the bad guys, i.e. framing/ruining the reputation of/revealing actual law-breaking by embezzling rich politicians, dirty cops, corporations doing secret shit on the down-low, etc.

each episode is a different bad guy they need to take down for doing something terrible, and each episode they come up with a different scheme to take them out. the team consists of: the hacker, the hitter, the grifter, the thief, and the mastermind behind all their plots. they’re all thieves at one point or another, they all grift, and they all contribute to the plan, but these are their Roles. i’ll go more in-depth on the characters in a sec.

now, i know what you’re thinking already: “wow bruh this show must be edgy af, being about actual criminals doing super illegal shit???” bUT NO. THIS SHOW COULD HAVE BEEN SO DARK BASED ON THE CONCEPT, BUT IT’S LITERALLY THE NICEST, MOST ENJOYABLE SHOW EVER.

it’s also SERIOUSLY unproblematic????? like to unrealistic levels. like Nate’s alcoholism is treated with respect and not just something he “gets over,” but despite his issues, he’s held accountable for when he’s a dick, Parker is pretty clearly neurodivergent and she’s never!! forced to be anything else!!!! anyway i could go on and on.

so let’s meet the gang.

this is Nate Ford:

Originally posted by exactingleverage

he’s the mastermind, he’s brilliant and the genius behind each of their convoluted plans. he’s a jerk sometimes, and grouchy, but he’s got good reason, and he NEVER crosses over into “angsty white man justifies his assholery because of his Issues.” he used to work for an insurance company tracking down criminals and thieves before A Thing happened and he became the Dad of a group of them. he makes bad life choices, so i relate. also his son died and he has a rad ex-wife and he struggles with alcoholism. we love him.

this is Sophie Devereaux:

Originally posted by itsadevereauxthing

she’s the grifter. she’s a great actress but only when she’s breaking the law it’s a running gag. she’s terrible on an actual stage l m a o. she’s the Mom of the group, and she and Nate are lowkey flirting the entire show. she tells it like it is, but is v compassionate. sassy af. british af. would probably console you about your husband leaving you before stealing your rare artifacts. high-class which shows in the fact that she was primarily an art thief before joining the team. i wouldn’t trust her with my jewelry, but i’d tell her all my secrets, and tbh that’s the best summary of her character that you’ll get.

this is Eliot Spencer:

Originally posted by thewanderingace

hooooooooooo boy. where do i begin to describe Eliot Spencer? wel, for starters, he’s the “hitter” of the group aka he beats people up when they can’t sneak their way in or out of a place. or when things go wrong. he’s super fucking badass oh my god??? like i’m pretty sure there’s maybe only one or two times in the ENTIRE. SHOW. that he can’t win a fight?? he also has a Super Secret Dark Past bc he used to be a hitman for hire, which he regrets deeply and is happy to have changed bUT AGAIN!! IT’S NOT A WHITE MALE ANGST THING. he isn’t obsessed with attoning for his actions and his scenes aren’t eaten up with Angst and Melodrama. he also has anger issues, but again, it’s not the same stereotype that you’re used to. he controls it, and he never takes it on on anybody who doesn’t deserve it (aka the bad guys). he gets around with women but he’s not sexist?? he cares about his partners.

also he’s a hardcore chef and will Fite You about food. anyway Eliot is basically the Broody White Man With Dark Past trope turned on it’s head. he’s lovable and sarcastic and could kill a man but would prefer to make you an Omelette Du Fromage or some shit.

this is Alec Hardison, aka My Son:

Originally posted by insertusernameici

this is my baby. he’s a nerd and a geek and I Would Die For Him. he’s basically everything that’s good and pure in the world. the epitome of a cinnamon roll. he’s sweet and gentle and wouldn’t hurt a fly–unless that fly is a corrupt ceo personally doing dirty business, in which case that motherfucker is going down with the help of his epic hacking skills. btw did i mention he’s the hacker? yeah. he’s super fucking smart and his sense of humor could rival the sahara desert in dryness. he always makes star trek references and he has a gr8 fashion style and he irritates Eliot to no end, lmao. #platoniclifepartners, tbh. did i mention he’s the sweetest person ever? no? he is.

this is Parker:

Originally posted by dj-jenn-b

she’s the thief, and predictably, she loves money and expensive things. tbh she’d probably stab you faster than anybody else on the team would (and has) but also she is smol and needs to be protected. she’s a killer rabbit. she’s an oddball and in the beginning, most of the others don’t know what to make of her, but they grow used to her. she’s nd af, probably autistic, and Does Not Understand Socialization. same, Parker, same. guess what? she’s never forced into acting like somebody she’s not!! when she has to be the grifter for the con job and interact with people, she’s patiently coached by Sophie, who never belittles or mocks her, and explains it in ways she can understand. she’s weird and i love her.

did i mention how unproblematic this show is? i did? well too fucking bad because i’m gonna say it again: this show is so unproblematic. like what i already said with Nate’s addiction and Parker’s neurodivergence, but wAIT! THERE’S MORE

Eliot hates guns–detests them–and won’t use them, he’s like constantly grabbing the mooks’ guns and unloading them and tossing them somewhere and it’s basically a huge trigger for him. and it’s always respected. also there’s scenes where like in the middle of a job Parker has to change into a costume and neither of men who are attracted to her–Eliot and Hardison–sneak a peak at her. they both look away during that shit and there is like, never any gross sexist jokes about it. or other things. i love it. also any romantic relationship that develops takes season of growth and shit. there’s nothing particularly Gay, but while heterosexual, it’s not Het.

the recurring antagonist is played by Mark Sheppard, a character called Sterling, who is basically a lawful good Crowley.

also one time they stole an entire country. 

Leverage is fucking rad, and the concept is amazing and it coulda been so edgy and shit, but it’s literally so pure and sweet and friggin hilarious and about a bunch of people becoming a family and you need to watch it, my friend. now.

like immediately go google a page to watch it i’m not fucking kidding do it.

I was watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith earlier today and I was like “Haha isn’t that Bucky and Steve WAITAMINUTE. I can make this stuckony.”

So there’s Steve, who works for SHIELD. There’s Bucky, who works for the CIA. And then there’s Tony, who’s a contractor for the government but still CEO of Stark Industries. (Honestly when will he not be. I am a creature of habit.) The CIA and SHIELD discover that they’re all together, and decide well, that’s not good, they could share secrets. So let’s make them kill each other!  (Let’s assume there’s still HYDRA in SHIELD for this because I don’t believe Fury or Coulson permitted this.)

And for added pain (and to keep Tony under their thumb) they go to Tony and say “hypothetically if we each had an agent married to each other how would you fix this?” And Tony laughs and says “I don’t know, kill them both?” (He thinks it very clear that this is a joke because he is a contractor and his opinions on weaponry and defense are the only things that matter.)

Well, lo and behold, suddenly Steve and Bucky are sent to take each other out and they are shocked (and hurt!) to find out all the lies. Steve isn’t an art teacher. Bucky’s not a history professor. “Do you even love Tony, or was that a lie, too?!” they snarl at each other, and get into a huge fist fight in the penthouse, destroying everything.

And then Tony gets home early and finds Bucky has a knife to Steve’s throat, and Steve has a gun pressed to Bucky’s gut, and his home is a mess. “…Why?” he asks tiredly. “Oh my God I just had a hellish day of meetings and now this. Did one of you eat the last of the other’s ice-cream?”

“…I don’t even like rum raisin,” Steve says, and Bucky turns and just yells in his face in anger.

(Tony has no idea what’s going on and he is suddenly Frightened because he’s never seen them like this. Against literally anyone else’s better judgement, he walks up to them and just takes the weapons from their hands. And Steve and Bucky let him, because he is their precious civilian husband, and also threatening each other has gotten awkward now that they have an audience who is clearly not impressed.)

Of course, Tony clearing the chamber and unloading the gun expertly is the hottest thing ever and Steve and Bucky can at least agree on that. After some loud (and honestly kinda violent) life-affirming sex (for Bucky and Steve anyway), Tony makes them spill what’s happening. Tony, incensed, does some discrete hacking and realizes in horror that if anything gets out about it, the CIA and SHIELD are going to throw it back on him, even though it was clearly a fucking joke.

Now, Steve and Bucky are kind of pissed at each other for all the lies, but Tony has told them the truth from the get-go (”You’re not teachers?” Tony asks, betrayed, and they start to feel bad but then– “So the hot-for-teacher role play did nothing for you?” The noises they make are terrible but Tony is so earnestly afraid that they were just putting up with it that they rush to assure him that the role plays were definitely enjoyed on their ends. Sorry. I had to get some more humor in here.)

But now the forty-eight hours Steve and Bucky were given to kill each other are up and Natasha, Steve’s coworker (”I thought she was your PE teacher coworker!” Tony wails.) calls and tells him that SHIELD is about to head out and finish the job for him. Bucky gets a call from Clint (”He’s not just a homeless guy you help out?!” “I never said he was homeless, Tony, you just assumed he was because he’s a slob.”) saying the same thing, and also they’re going to consider Tony collateral damage. Steve and Bucky are furious, because Tony is innocent. “NOT THAT WAY!” they both shout when Tony opens his mouth to make a smart remark about his ‘innocence.’

Cue the car chase in one of Tony’s suped up cars. (”My baby,” he whimpers every time the car is dented and shot at.) At one point his driving gets so… creative, that Steve is almost thrown from the car and the only thing keeping him from being thrown was Bucky’s hand wrapped his wrist. For a terrifying few seconds, he was in midair. (But hey it caused one of their pursuers to flip so no harm no foul.) Bucky’s prepared to tease him mercilessly but then Tony blurts out, “Oh, wait, does being married before count as a secret?” And Steve and Bucky nearly foam at the mouth because whowhyhow?! “It was a Vegas wedding and we got it annulled when we were sober.” “What’s her name?” Steve hisses. “And her social security number?” Bucky adds. “First of all I can’t even remember my own social, and second you’re not going to kill her because it was Pepper and we were celebrating the great reception of the first StarkPhone.” The idea of trying to kill Pepper is daunting so they settle for grumbling mulishly to each other about it.

I’m not sure what happens next. Maybe they expose all the HYDRA agents in SHIELD, or Fury and Coulson finally catch wind of what’s going on and put a stop to it (but not before a huge shootout because I’m a sucker for those.) All I know is that I want them to end up at a meeting with the marriage counselor and Tony’s complaining about how Steve and Bucky don’t know how to communicate with each other. “Yeah, I really wanted to kill him recently,” Steve jokes. “But I just couldn’t pull the trigger.” “Ha. Haha,” Bucky says. “And I just couldn’t sink the knife into his chest.”

The marriage counselor (probably Bruce tbh the poor guy) says “But hey, you couldn’t do it. That’s good. What about you, Tony?”

“I communicate perfectly!” Tony sputters indignantly.

“Honestly he may communicate too well,” Steve and Bucky admit.

The marriage counselor just makes some interested noises because he isn’t sure what to say. (They eventually work things out though.)

Un Mal Pour un Bien

Originally posted by caps-bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Out of Bad Comes Good. As a hitman, you have seen and committed various crimes. Assignments have always been easy for you, but when you get to know one of your targets, things suddenly become more difficult. What happens when that target finds out your true identity?

Warnings: probably cursing idk. death, trauma, mentions of rape/cheating/drugs.

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: If this gets good feedback, I’ll continue it. Let me know what you think!

You slow your breathing in attempts to focus on the task at hand. The sniper in your grip feels heavy as you peer through its scope. Your finger finds its place over the trigger for the hundredth time this morning and you can hear your pulse. The man turns, his face perfectly aligning with the center of your scope. With a simple flick of your finger, you could end this.

But for some reason, you cant.

You remove your finger from the trigger and click the safety on but continue to watch him through the scope. He casually strides down the vacant street. He was gorgeous to say the least; long hair tucked into a bun, chiseled jaw line, broad muscular shoulders. Appearance never stopped you before, though.

So why can’t you end his life?

You cringe as you watch him stop to pet a tabby cat who seems more than pleased to have such attention. The animal rubs against his legs and he grins, stroking his neck in adoration. Why would anyone want this man dead? He seems perfectly kind. He rounds the corner and you lose sight of his figure.

You unload the gun in your hands before placing it at your feet. The wind picks up causing you to shrink into your hoodie. You eyeball the nearly empty streets of New York City and can’t help but feel slightly serene. No wonder that man was out. This is the only time in which the ‘city that never sleeps’ is actually submerged in slumber.

A slight buzzing in your pocket causes you to jump. You roll your eyes at your reaction before answering the call.

“Is it done?” the gravelly voice at the other end causes your skin to fill with goose bumps. “He wasn’t there.” You lie through your teeth. “What do you mean he wasn’t there?” The voice all but shouts into the phone. You pull it from your face, glaring at it as if the man on the other end could see you.

“I mean you either gave me incorrect information, or this man decided to switch up his morning routine. I’ll find another date in the next week when I’m free.” You mutter out, already fed up with this conversation.

“No, you’ll do it tomorrow morning, same time, same place.” He hisses at you and it takes everything in you not to lash out.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” you seethe, “I have a schedule. I have other clients. You’re not the only one paying me, and quite frankly, you’re not my highest bidder so therefore, I work on my own time. You want the job done on your own schedule? Do it yourself. Otherwise, I’ll let you know when I have time.” And with that you hung up the phone and tucked it into your backpack.

The events of your morning absolutely exhausted you. You slowly meander back to your small apartment. It wasn’t lavish but it was nice to say the least. It was one bedroom, one bathroom, with a living space, a dining space, and a kitchen. It was the one thing you were absolutely proud of.

You shuffle to your walk in closet and enter the combination to the large safe hidden behind an array of clothes. You place your gun on its stand, and remove your knife belt, just shoving it in its designated compartment. You were covered in different weapons and it felt absolutely incredible to remove all the extra weight.

After slipping into comfier clothes, you plop yourself backwards onto your king sized bed. You reach for the laptop on your bedside table and decide to do more research on your most recent target. James Buchanan Barnes.

He was the perfect target. Previously known as The Winter Soldier, you were familiar with the long list of awful things he’d done. He was iconic. Practically a God of the Criminals. Between torture, theft, and murder, he’d done just about everything that you would usually target.

As a hitman, you were around a lot of death and a lot of destruction, but it never really bothered you. You never killed an innocent human being. Whenever anyone requested you take someone out, you did a very in depth background check on them. So in depth that you learned about little things: who they’ve had affairs with, their childhood fish, how often they visited bars, secret negotiations with artillery companies, etc.

You would only agree to someone’s request if you learned the target had a bad history. If they were involved in any sort of murder, government corruption, rape, things such as that. So agreeing to the extermination of Bucky Barnes wasn’t difficult for you, given his history with Hydra.

The amount of information on this man hurt your head. You suppose a lot can happen in 100 years.

However, when looking at his actions while apart from Hydra, you have zero reason to try and kill him. He’s been working alongside the Avengers. This man was very contradictory in all of his recent endeavors. You shut your laptop in frustration and decide to sleep it off.  


Once you’ve napped and eaten some mac n cheese, you suit back up for yet another assignment. You slip into your sneakers and attach your belt to your black leggings. You disassemble your gun and store it into a backpack before placing a bandana over your nose and pulling your hood up.

Having two assignments in one day used to be uncommon, but recently, you have had request after request after request. Apparently you’ve become top dog with no intention of coming down.

You set up atop a nearly vacant apartment building. You reassemble your gun and set it on the edge of the building. You check the time, 3:45 PM. You have quite a few hours to spare so you waste time reading a book and watching some Netflix.

As 7 PM approaches, you decide to check your bank account, no money has been transferred causing you to sigh. You grab your phone and dial your client’s number.

“Hello?” “You gonna wait until the last second to pay me or have you backed out?” you question, leaning against the side of the building. “I planned on paying you once the job was finished.” He explains causing you to roll your eyes. “That was never the agreement. You have 10 minutes and I better see $10,000 in my bank account or your guy is going to sleep like a baby tonight.”

You hear a groan on the other end, “I can’t get it to you in 10 minutes. But I’ll get it to you, I promise.” Your fist clenches around your work phone and a slight cracking emits from the cheap plastic. “That seems very unfortunate, Dale. I have been sitting out here for 3 hours only for you to tell me I was wasting my time? You must be joking.” You seethe. “Okay okay! I transferred the money to you.”

You notice only $5,000 has been transferred into your account and you can’t help the anger that rolls from your shoulders, “Dale, you have 24 hours to get me an additional $10,000 or I won’t reschedule with you and I’ll come for your head instead.” You demand, ending the phone call and sighing.

Two unsuccessful missions in one day. You’re beyond pissed. You look through the scope of your gun and train it on your target. He was a heavy man by the name of George Palmer. He has engaged in many activities such as treason, having multiple affairs on his wife, and even aided in the violent removal of innocent homeless people in various areas of the city (so violent that many of them didn’t live to see the next morning).

He waddles toward a limo that visibly sank upon his entrance and you cringe. You hate people like George.

“You know, killing innocent people is a crime.” You whip around, clicking the safety off of your gun and training it on the source of the voice. Two men stand in front of you and your eyes narrow: Captain America and Bucky Barnes himself.

“Why aren’t you behind bars then?” you voice out, watching as two sets of blue eyes harden. “You’re the infamous Persephone?” Bucky questions, seeming surprised. “Yeah I guess, but I never chose to be called that, it just kinda happened.” You get a bit distracted and lower your gun.

“You’re a hitman?” Bucky still doesn’t seem convinced. You roll your eyes and snort, “Why do you seem so unconvinced there, James?” He visibly tenses at the name and your chest swells with triumph.

“You know we have to take you in right?” Steve questions and you immediately turn the safety on your gun and strap it to your back. “As fantastic as that sounds,” you begin, slowly moving backwards onto the ledge of the building, “my mother always told me not to go anywhere with strangers.”

“Does your mother know you’ve murdered people?” Bucky’s demeanor has completely changed and his face is stone cold. Your jaw clenches at his question.  “Does yours?” you challenge and smirk when he falters at your words. “Listen fellas, I’m not a saint, but I’m not a bad guy. You have more important people to worry about. So how about this, you let me do my job, and I’ll forget this ever happened.”

“We just can’t do that, ma’am.” Mr. Patriotic sure as hell is getting on your nerves with his ‘righteous’ act. “Well. I understand that. Which is why you have to understand this.” With that, you hold your arms out and step from the side of the building.

The wind whips past your face and you genuinely wouldn’t be upset if your plan didn’t work out. But just as you had calculated, you land roughly in the back of a trash truck. You grin as the men’s forms fade into the darkness and the truck drives off.

That was weird. Who would have thought, the Avengers showing interest in you. You really have made a reputation for yourself. It puts a sour taste in your mouth. That or it could be the rotting food surrounding you. Either way you don’t like it.

You stealthily find your way back to your apartment, paranoid at the idea of confronting the ice princess and his patriotic pal once again. When you finally do get inside, you place your weapons inside of your safe and lock it. You slide into your bed and groan into your pillow.

It wouldn’t be the first time you have had a run in with the law, but with a quick change of identity and the right kind of makeover, you were back on track. But the Avengers are too smart for that. They are a group of elite, genius humans who aren’t easily fooled. How do you avoid them?

You’ll figure it out in the morning.

You are booked with clients this week, the last thing you need to worry about is having the avengers breathing down your neck. You’re going to have to be more cautious than ever before and that puts quite the damper on your mood.

That night, you really didn’t get any sleep.


While you’re eating breakfast, you receive a text on your work phone. ‘Let me know when your schedule opens. Hoping it will be soon with my new bid on Barnes.’ Your eyebrows shoot up and you slurp another spoonful of cereal in your mouth while you respond.

‘And what is this new amount?’

‘$5 Million if it’s done in the next month.’

Cheerios launch across your table as you choke. Your face becomes red and you’re still sputtering as you attempt to fathom that amount of money. 5 Fucking Million Dollars. That would give you enough money to quit work and go on a long overdue vacation.

You quickly reply saying you’ll find when to clear your schedule and you dance around your apartment in complete and utter joy.

You didn’t care that James Buchanan Barnes was on the road to redemption. He had done horrible things and deserved to pay for it.

There were two things you knew for sure:

Bucky Barnes needed to die.

And you we’re about to be a lot richer.


A/N: I don’t think I will be doing any tagging for this series. Still debating though!!

Outsiders Quizzes be like

What do you do in your spare time?

•Read!
•Jump kids!
•What spare time?
•Drink! WOOOO
•Hang with my best friend

Something you always carry?

•A unloaded gun
•A comb
•A switchblade
•A beer opener!

Huntress- Part 10: Patience

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E10 so warning: SPOILERS

Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five

Part Six

Part Seven
Part Eight

Part Nine

Sat at the table, lent back in your chair with your arms folded across your chest you pondered over the countless articles and documents Castiel had placed on the board. Uncle Dean stood in front of them, running a hand over his chin, while you scrolled through Google looking for more clues.

Your Dad walked in, surprised to see you awake. But, he didn’t question it and sat down next to you. “Sleep okay?” He asked, nudging you affectionately.
You nodded, adding a quiet “Yeah.”

“Got anything?” Your Dad asked, reluctantly tearing his attention away from you.
“Nope, I just don’t get how a chick can disappear…?”
“I think that’s what Cas was trying to find out.” Your Dad chuckled, subtly peering over your shoulder to read what was on your screen.
“Oh uh, Mom called.” Uncle Dean turned so his back was facing Cas’ research and sat down opposite the pair of you. “Said there was a Shifter case and she’d “got it” apparently”. He waved speech marks with his fingers as he spoke.
“Well, if she’s got it chances are she’s got it. Mom’s good you know.”
“She got back into it kinda quick don’t you think?” Uncle Dean sighed. You considered saying something witty, but decided against it and continued to watch them bicker.

“You still pissed about Cas?” Your Dad wondered, regretting the words as he spoke.

“Yeah okay, because when I hear cosmic consequences my first thought isn’t exactly rainbows. I’m just wondering if he did the right thing.”

You looked up for the first time “He did.” Uncle Dean looked a little taken back at your input.
“I did.” Castiel’s voice filled the room. “But more importantly, I’ve found something.”

“Got a lead on Kelly?” Your Dad wondered, relaxing in his stance.

“No. This is much more personal. Benjamin called out for help last night-“
“Good old angel radio.” Uncle Dean scoffed, earning a glare from you.

“-He was begging for help. I need to make sure he’s okay.” Cas finished, ignoring Uncle Dean’s remark.

“Okay,” Your Dad rose from his chair “We’ll help.”
“All of you?” Castiel aimed his question at Uncle Dean despite his choice of words.
“Yep,” You spoke for everyone “All three of us. Whether we like it or not.” You smiled sweetly at Uncle Dean, your expression full of satire.


The car journey was tense. Castiel sat in the back with you and Uncle Dean didn’t put his usual rock music on through the speakers. If anything, you were grateful to be able to listen to headphones without them on full volume, however you only had one in as not to miss anything interesting in conversation. Not that there was much of that going on at the time.

“Okay, can we please skip the silent treatment it’s getting ridiculous!?” Dad sighed, looking back and forth between the pair of three year olds in the car. Both of which said nothing.
“We’re gonna need a plan, any information would be nice.”
“Benjamin was careful, this is strange for them to be in need.”
“I guess they wouldn’t make  stupid choices with cosmic consequences huh?” Uncle Dean looked back and you’d just about had enough.
“ROAD.” You ordered, kicking the back of his chair.
He flinched, not having heard you shout before and cleared his throat, looking back on the road. “Don’t kick my Baby.” He frowned.
“Then keep your eyes on the road, funnily enough dying isn’t on the calendar for today.” You sassed.
Your Dad chuckled “I knew there was a reason I let you come.”


You sat in the car, unfortunately still too young to pass as an FBI agent. Instead, you put in both headphones and waited, loading and unloading your gun.
When they came back out Cas was ahead, your Dad and Uncle following on behind like dogs.
You swallowed, moving up so Cas could get in your side. He did, nodding as a small thank you but not speaking a word. “What’s happening?” You asked, fed up of no one clarifying anything.
“I know of an Angel who can help, Ishim. I’m meeting him. Alone.”

When you arrived at the Diner the four of you got out in silence.
“Ishim will be expecting me alone, you wait here.” Cas declared. You nodded, but your Uncle and Dad weren’t having it. “Excuse me?” Uncle Dean raised his eyebrows and tilted his head a little.
“He doesn’t have all that much tolerance for…humans.” Cas sighed. “I promised I’d come alone.”
“Then go, we’ll wait.” You say, ignoring your Uncle’s offended gaze.

“What?” You shrugged at them when Cas walked in.
“You’re just gonna let him go in there alone?” Uncle Dean scoffed.
“We just need to be patient, if he needs us he’ll say something. We know he will.” You assured him.
“Yeah,” Your Dad nodded “Y/N’s right. We can wait.”
“You can.” Uncle Dean took in a deep breath, preparing himself to move “I’m not.”

Immediately, your Dad followed after his brother, only you stayed behind, sticking by your idea that if Cas wanted you he’d say. You sighed, watching the cars go by in the window. Reflections made everything seem so much more surreal. Blurs of motion were interrupted when a woman with a dark trench coat, high pony tail and proud stance walked out. She glanced at you briefly, then looked at the Impala who you were leaning against. “Winchester?”
You nodded slowly before adding “Only half.”

“Hmm.” She hummed, as if trying to decipher you. Humans were nothing but a complex code of shades of grey amongst black and white to Angels.
“You don’t look like much of a threat.” She declared before moving on. Following after her, you caught up to her fast pace “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Younger primates are less worrying. More impressionable.” She stated.
“Thank you…?” You frowned, your eyebrows knitting together.
“You’re welcome.”

You turned the corner with her, chuckling “Mirabel, is it?” A voice sounded, instantly you turned on the spot and held out a gun.

Too late.

A woman with red hair and a sort of eyepatch on her left side dug a knife into the Angel’s chest. She lit up from inside like the start of a fire before collapsing. Her vessel nothing but that.

You looked at her in shock, then back up to the mysterious woman. “I have no interest in harming humans.” She held her hands out in front of herself, a peace offering perhaps.
“Me neither. But believe me I will.” You snarled.

“Mirabel!” A man with scruff tracing his jawline, a dark trench coat and a clear path in his mind raced towards the dead angel. He pushed you out of the way, but you were too confused at the absence of the lady who was just there to notice.
“What happened?” The man looked at you desperately. You opened your mouth to speak only to be silenced by the lady: she was back. “Ishim, right?” She tilted her head and held out a blade.
“Hey!” You shouted, trying to distract the woman. “Ishim” blocked and kicked her to the floor, they began fighting, but neither seemed interested in you.

You concentrated on Castiel, and closed your eyes ‘Cas’ you managed, hoping it’d be enough to get his attention. You couldn’t say much despite your abilities -not that you were keen to use them all that much- but talking to people in their heads was much easier if they were an Angel or another like yourself.

You heard footsteps, turned on your heels and saw Cas looking more worried than anything else. His blue eyes were surveying the situation, holding their gaze on yours to make sure you were okay before joining in the fight.

You stood back, not sure whether to draw a blade yourself or hold out your gun. Although, something told you she wouldn’t be too phased by either.
“Y/N!” Your Dad called, running next to your side.
“Hey, you okay?” He bent down slightly to be eye level with you and put a hand on your shoulder. You nodded blankly, watching the fight instead of his eyes. He sighed and got out his handgun, aiming it at the woman. Uncle Dean did the same.

“It won’t kill her.” You mumbled, you weren’t sure why, but you could just tell.
“What?” Your Uncle glanced at you briefly, not having heard you.
You realised if they put their guns down they’d probably join in the fight so you shook your head, sighed “never mind” and got out your own gun, cocking it and readying yourself to put your finger overt the trigger.

The woman held out her hand in front of herself, casting some sort of light, it was as bright as a thousand suns and forced you all to shield your eyes. Despite your tightly squeezed eyes and hands attempting to cast a shadow you could still feel the burning heat and blinding light.
The moment it went you opened your eyes and lowered your hand, expecting her to be stood victoriously. But she was driving away…she was running away.

You scowled at her before checking to see everyone was okay. Thankfully, no one seemed too wounded except for the Ishim guy who was hunched over, a deep wound on his side where the Angel blade had sliced his vessel through to him.


After staring up at the left over paintings in the Church you padded over to where your Dad and Uncle were sat opposite from Ishim. Cas was in the middle, looking between them nervously. You sat down next to Cas, offering a smile to which he returned gratefully.

You then waited for someone to say something. “Are the Winchester’s training up orphans now?” Ishim smirked, looking you up and down.
“That’s my daughter your talking about so I suggest you shut up.” Dad snapped.
Ishim squinted at you, trying to figure you out. “Interesting,” He spoke quietly, sitting up before adding more volume to his voice “Moving on, I believe we have much to discuss.” This was aimed directly at Cas.

“They stay,” Cas leaned forward “All of them.”

“Alright,” Ishim was offended but he didn’t show it “I just can’t believe that Lily’s still here.” 
The way he switched between tones of voice was unnerving.

“Wait, you know that lady?” Dad questioned curiously.

Cas and Ishim shared a look. 
“You’re sure about them all staying?” Ishim checked.
“I’m sure.”

The three of you listened intently as Cas spoke about the past. A Nephilim had come into being and Castiel, Ishim and some other Angels were sent on a mission to “take care of things”. You didn’t like the choice of the word “Care.” There was no care in killing. 

Ishim had gone alone after the Father Angel was dealt with. You didn’t trust that, however said nothing.

“So how come she’s still alive?” You asked, breaking the silence.

“A demonic pact I expect. She’s powerful, I know that much.” Ishim answered almost too easily.
“Ishim, let me tend to your wound.” Cas stood up, his trench coat brushing against your knee slightly. “That won’t be necessary. We need to go and see Lily.”

“Me and Sam’ll go.” Uncle Dean decided.
You frowned.
“No, it’s too dangerous. Me and Ishim will go-”
“Cas, man this chick doesn’t care about Humans. She’ll leave us alone, not you though.”
Cas sighed “Alright.”
You protested “If she doesn’t care about humans then why can’t I go?” 

Uncle Dean narrowed his eyes at you “Don’t you think you’ve gotten into enough situations, kid”
“Yeah but this way you guys can keep an eye on me or hold my hand if you get scared.”
“Y/N…” Your Dad gave you a disapproving look.
“So you’d rather leave me with an Angel we’ve just me in a vulnerable place with no signal?” You held your phone up with zero bars to prove a point. “Good choice.” 

“Fine. But you stay behind us at all times and do as we say.”
You smirked “Sure.”

“Who knows, we might even be able to talk her out of it.” Your Dad thought aloud.
“No, she has her mind set.” Cas immediately dismissed the suggestion.
“But-”
“Her daughter was murdered. She wants revenge. She’s not going to listen to two strangers! Think about it, would you?”

Your Dad immediately looked at you, his eyes sad “I uh, “He cleared his throat “Guess not.”


“You’re sure this is the right address?” Uncle Dean asked, stepping out of the elevator. You waited for your Dad to do so also before following on.
“Well I checked with-”
“Yep.” You nodded, cutting your Dad off before he went on a rant. 
Uncle Dean chuckled “Thanks for saving me some brain cells, kid.”
“You’re welcome.” You giggled.

“How did you find me?!” Lily’s face was full of fright but confidence if it came to a fight.
“We don’t wanna hurt you.” Your Dad put his hands up, you and Uncle Dean copying after.

“I don’t wanna hurt you either.” She hesitated.

“Good, that’s good.” Dad looked at his brother for help.

“We wanted to say sorry about what happened to your family, it’s no one’s fault that heaven has these crazy rules on Nephilim-”
Nephilim?” lily echoed, her face scrunched up in confusion. “You think…?”

“My Daughter was human.”

Shocked, you looked between your Dad and Uncle, both looking as new to this information as you were. “Give us a minute.” Uncle Dean put an arm on his brothers and turned him around so the three of you were in some sort of huddle.
“You buying any of this?”
“Kinda.” You and your Dad nodded.
Uncle Dean attempted to call Cas only no one picked up. “No signal remember.” You noted, glancing at Lily who appeared to be becoming more and more irritated.
“She’s uh, well-” Uncle Dean was cut off by her.

She has no interest in hurting any humans and she can hear you.” Lily folded her arms over her chest, her hip sticking out to the side slightly.

“Sorry, you’re right.” Your Dad nodded.

Uncle Dean decided to go back over to confront Ishim, whereas your Dad offered to stay with Lily. You had very little choice and stayed with your Dad. 

Inside her room it was cold, but not freezing- bearable. Lily sat down on her bed, clutching a photo of her and her daughter. It was a daguerreotype, black and white with a sort of laminated finish to it. You didn’t have time to see the details as she held it close to herself, shutting out anyone else’s gazes.

You stood, waiting for someone to speak. “I get wanting revenge, I really do but uh…why wait so long?” 
Lily looked down “I had to. Before they lost their wings, Angels very rarely came down to Earth. There’s no way of going to them, you have to wait for them to come to you. But that’s okay, I learned to be patient. Patience is a talent.”
“Yeah,” Your Dad looked at you “I’m beginning to notice that.”

Oblivious to your Dad’s gaze, you looked about the room with your eyes, stopping to take in the occasional book title or piece of equipment.

“What deal did you make to become so powerful?” You asked, looking her in the eye.
“I paid the price,” She tapped her eyepatch “Every time I use Enochian magic a piece of my soul is destroyed. Eventually-”
“You won’t care about anything, feel anything or need anyone. You’ll be alone without emotion.” Your Dad seemed to be able to finish off the sentence a little too easily. You thought back to that Hunter’s funeral where you reunited with Mary, you’d heard a few rumours that your Dad had lost his soul…could it be true?

“If your brother confronts Ishim, he will kill him.” Lily changed topic, wanting to turn the attention to something or someone else.You dropped your previous thought and frowned.

That caught both of your attentions.

“And then you’ll help me. For which I can wait.” 


With your Dad in front of you and Lily taking the lead you made your way back to Cas and Ishim, determined to make sure Uncle Dean was okay. 
Dad glanced back at you worriedly. You didn’t notice and went straight over to Cas. Cas was hunched up, dried blood creating a frozen river along his face. “Cas, hey look at me. You okay?” You asked softly, gingerly putting a hand on his face. He was cold and lacking his Angel side. 

“Y/N, I need your blade.” He demanded, holding out his hand and reaching towards where your other hand was clutching the Angel blade. “No Cas, they’re handling it. You’re not strong enough.”
If anything that seemed to encourage him as he rose from his position, leaning slightly on you to lever himself up. “The blade.” He breathed.
You held it away from him “It’s not safe, I’ll take care of him.” You found yourself using that phrase you hated so much, cringing when you finished the sentence. “I’ll kill him.” You added, convincing yourself you were going through with it.

“No. It’s my faul. I need to be the one to do this,” He looked at you with desperate eyes “Please, Y/N.

You swallowed, looking over your shoulder to see Ishim still up and fighting- not showing signs of stopping, either.
Sighing, you held out the knife, the handle facing where he could grasp it. He did so without hesitation. “Thank you.” He nodded.

You watched as the Soldier marched towards his enemy. The blade stabbed through Ishim’s chest, burning his Grace and destroying him. Silence took over, Cas collapsed to the floor, his breaths heavy, and he looked up at lily. 

Your eyes watched in amazement as ashen scorch marks spread from the corpse like veins. They eventually stopped to form Angel wings either side of him. Clear indents and feathers were nothing but burnt marks on the cold floor. It was sad, but also beautiful. Perhaps this one got his wings after all.


“Food!” Your Uncle’s voice managed to sound loud even when you had headphones in. “Okay!” You called back, happy to finally be eating. You took out your headphones, putting them on your bedside table, before heading towards the kitchen.

Inches away from the entrance and you could already tell something was off. Their voices were more hushed and tension was thick in the air. You took in a deep breath, forcing yourself to keep going. Entering the kitchen just reinforced your suspicions. Instead of next to an empty seat, your Dad had sided with Uncle Dean, leaving you to have a seat opposite. Uncle Dean pushed your plate forward to insist that was where you sat. He offered you a smile none the less. “Eat up, kid.” He chuckled,but it wasn’t his usual cheeky tone. It was more forced.

It was burger and chips, ketchup on the side. You sat down, looking at them and back down to your food. They obviously had a lot of questions to ask you, since that wretched Mr K decided it would be fine to bring up Max. Those damn voice mails didn’t help your case either. But at least no one else knew about them…yet.

You sighed “I guess this is about what Mr K said…” 
“Y/N, sweetheart, we’re worried about you. I understand that you don’t know us well enough to recite your life story, but you do trust us…dont you?” Your Dad asked, leaning forward.
You nodded. He sighed.
Uncle Dean interrogated, eating a chip: “So who’s this Max, huh? The hell is he-”
She.” You snapped.
“Dean,” Your Dad shot his brother an angry look “Whoever she is, I just want you to know that you can tell me…us.” He frowned at Uncle Dean at his correction of “Us”.
“I know.” You looked at your food, picking at the chips.

“Would you be okay to tell us? To tell us anything? We’re not asking you to be mean, we’re really worried for you. I just want you to be okay.”

You took in a deep breath, running your hands through your hair and squeezing your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to stop yourself from crying. “Okay…” You started, your voice quivering.
Both of them slowly looked at you, waiting patiently for you to say something else.
I guess I just thought you knew already…but no one mentioned her when I first met you…So I guess Mum didn’t tell you about her.”
“Who…Max?” Your Dad tilted his head questioningly.
You nodded.
“Who was she?” He encouraged you to keep going, trying not to let his curiosity take over.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you looked him in the eye, another tear escaped, but this time you didn’t bother to wipe it away.

Your daughter.”



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Part 11: Remember

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A/N: Whoooo boy things are getting interesting don’t you think? 

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Talk to me with the click of an unloaded gun when you pull the trigger, like the voice of a bullet that never was supposed to fire, like the assassin’s hands shaking, like crickets crying out underneath boot heels. Say something. Say anything.

Sing off key like neon flickering, like matches burning out, like choking on blood when the time comes to die, choking on blood in a nest of burnt out matches and broken neon signs in a back alley. Sing like you didn’t die alone. Sing a funeral hymn. Sing anything.

Lie to me like you have knives piercing your ears and eyes and tongue, lie like you have arsenic in your windpipe and bullets in your temples. Lie like you didn’t choke on your blood alone in a alleyway full of burnt-out matches and dead neon, gold still staining your fingers, strangling your neck, hiding the pulse of your wrists.

Ask me anything. Ask me what it’s like to die. I can tell you, it’s easier than holding your corpse, it’s easier than wiping your blood off my hands, it’s easier than closing your still open eyes, it’s easier than existing when you were supposed to survive, fuck I was trying to keep you safe, keep you alive, keep you here.

Ask me what it’s like to die and I can tell you it hurts less than living.

—  If he dies in an alleyway, and no one is there, does he leave a ghost?

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2? Also, I love your writing so much. I'm so curious to how yuuri gave Viktor that scar(the details of it). But seriously your work is amazing, and bad ass. I love how you don't make yuuri weak, and defenseless. Keep up the amazing work

Last prompt :) 

Than you, I love badass Yuuri! Expect more of it in my other fics too. The details of exactly how Yuuri gave Victor that scar are already in chapter two, if you want to check it out :) 

2. This was a mistake. Masquerade verse. 

It always felt this way, watching Yuuri’s back vanish behind the door as he left Victor yet again. He couldn’t say when it started feeling like this, but he knew it for what it was.

Watching Yuuri leave was like tying his tie too tight, like leaving his back exposed to an open space, like leaving an unloaded gun in your pocket. 

It chafed at him, rubbed his conscious the wrong way, because Victor never did any of those things, he didn’t choke himself, didn’t leave himself vulnerable, didn’t set himself up for any accidents or better yet, pain

Victor Nikiforov didn’t make mistakes, and yet every time he watched Katsuki Yuuri close the door behind him it felt like a mistake. And if Victor was going to make a mistake, of course he was going to try and fix it.

Next time there would be no mistake, and as he savoured the taste of Yuuri’s kiss on his lips, Victor started planning a way to right all the mistakes he’d made before now.

What He Never Had - Part 1

Title: What He Never Had

Pairing: Reader x Sam

Word Count: 3,083

Warnings: Mentions of heavy drinking

Summary: Sam Winchester has a history of his relationships ending poorly, something you didn’t know when you hooked up with him the next morning. After something goes very wrong the next morning, he has the option to right the wrong and let you go, or hope that you can still reciprocate the feelings he has for you when all is the way it’s supposed to be. Your time together would change both of your lives forever, but it’s up to Sam as to whether the change would happen at all.

A/N: Most of this is told from Sam’s POV, but some is from the reader’s perspective. It takes place in Season 12; however, this story diverges from canon. For the sake of this fic, please ignore the season’s timeline and major plot.

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It only took you a moment after waking up to realize that you weren’t in your own motel room. After another moment, you remembered why. A heavy arm was draped over your stomach—your bare stomach. Slowly, you moved just enough to see the person’s face. He was attractive, you had to admit, but you still wondered why you had gone back to his room instead of your own. It had been years since you’d been in a relationship, let alone hooked up with anyone, and you were perfectly okay with that.

You slipped out of the bed, being careful not to make too much noise. It was difficult to slip out of the man’s tight grasp, and once you were standing you could see that he was bigger than you’d originally thought. He was large enough to be a significant threat to you, and if he was dangerous, you wanted to be as far away from his hulking frame as you could. Sneaking around the motel room, you began collecting your various items of clothing. You winced when you realized just how wild your night must have been, considering the distance the clothes had been flung from the bed and the soreness of your muscles. While your body seemed to remember all it had gone through, you didn’t have much in terms of memory on how you’d met the strange man, nor what had happened after you’d gotten back to the motel. It took all your willpower to not make a sound when you thought of just how drunk you’d had to have gotten to not remember anything.

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Essays in Existentialism: Hero

OKAY. I had a thought. Superhoer. Girlfriends. 

Stuffy and formal, the air of the party was tense and tight. It was the mingling. The small talk and the innuendos, the haughtiness and the heavy spending disguised in charity, but solely used as a yardstick for egos, it all amounted to a less than stimulating environment. But, Lexa sighed, she’d drawn the short straw, and so she smiled and ordered another drink as the announcer for the charity ball began to usher people towards the grand hall of the old ballroom. 

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What Dean Remembers Most

Part two of a four part 12x11 Destiel coda. I posted part one here.

Feel free to go read on ao3.  


As soon as Rowena gave the Celtic equivalent of abracadabra! they were back. Each of the millions of memories like a homing pigeon coming back to nest among his nerve endings. The feeling of them all arriving at once - it wasn’t pleasant.

But it was fleeting, and soon enough, Dean was himself again.

Except himself wasn’t as simple as he once thought. True, even his stubborn ass had changed over time, so there wasn’t some static and fixed character called Dean Winchester that was eternally true. But it was more than that.

The first thing Dean remembers when the spell is reversed is about what really matters. How when each piece of his carefully curated identity had been stripped away, as his sense of duty and decorum were lost, he was still himself.

Things mattered much less than he once thought. Because - sure - he thought there were few beers that went down as easy as El Sol, few bands as great as Zepplin. But when push came to shove, Dean didn’t fear losing those parts.

No, the real horrors of the curse made themselves abundantly clear in that motel bathroom in Arkansas. Where Dean demanded his mind hold onto what mattered most.

Sam, Mary, Cas.

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A Writer’s Guide to Murder, Assault, and Getting Away With It In Court

We writers love murder and mayhem, don’t we? We kill, hurt, and maim our characters because we love them. And sometimes, characters actually get charged for the crimes they commit on the page. So how does that all work, anyway? And how can someone who’s done something like this, get away with it?

I should probably mention that this is not a guide for planning The Perfect Murder. I am, in fact, not qualified to teach people in that area.

But I can talk about how to charge someone with crimes, and how to potentially defeat those charges under the right circumstances. Which is also fun, right? Right! Off we go.

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Prompt: I know this is the weirdest date ever, but I need to use you as a hostage now, sorry 
(I was originally going to use this in a prompt series, but thought of something better and didn’t have anywhere else for this.)

“I really am sorry about this.” Tom said, the muzzle of an unloaded gun resting against Harry’s back. “This must be the worst date ever.”

Harry waved his arm in a dismissive gesture. “It’s cool; this is most certainly not the worst. My ex thought a romantic date was going to the club and getting smashed together, then leaving with another woman.”

Tom cringed. “Ouch. But look at the bright side, now it’s just you and me.”

“And the twenty police officers waiting outside.” Harry cut a piece of his cooling steak, holding it over his shoulder so his “captor” could have a bite. “You could have just said you were on the most wanted; you’re honestly so hot and out of my league you could have said you were going to murder me after dinner and I’d thank you.”

“Thank you, but that’s not exactly something you mention when first meeting someone.” Tom pointed out. 

“Well, another good thing comes out of this,” Harry said, making Tom tilt his head “we don’t have to argue over who was going to pay now.”

Mute Part 8

Part 7

Genre: Angst, Fluff
Words: 2,145
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Rape mentions, violence, nightmares (pls don’t read if this will trigger anything & also i’m here to listen if anyone needs to talk)
Summary: Bucky doesn’t know what to do when traumatizing events result in your witty remarks dying down to nothing.


“She what?” Bucky snapped into the phone. He didn’t know what he expected Steve to say, but it wasn’t that.

“She broke his nose. It was a pretty good punch, I gotta say-”

“Shut up, Steve,” He cut him off, too distracted to listen to his rambling. “Why did she punch him? What did he do?”

While a small part of him felt pride swell at his girl defending herself and putting someone in their place, he couldn’t help the part of him that nearly shook at the thought of someone threatening or scaring her in that way.

“Nothing,” Steve sighed. “He touched her back or something while moving past us. It caught her off guard.”

Bucky ran his free hand over his face, moving his finger back up to rub the stress out of his temples. “Is she okay now? What’s she doing?”

“She’s fine.” Bucky could hear the small smile in his friend’s voice, no doubt from the unending concern Bucky showed toward you. “She’s sleeping now. She didn’t get much rest last night… Her nightmares have been getting worse. I don’t know how you do it, Buck. It hurt me to even listen to her.”

His heart clenched knowing that he wasn’t there to hold you when you wake up from your memory ridden nightmares. You were always there for him when he couldn’t sleep, and it only made him feel worse.

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A kid got expelled for bringing an unloaded bb-gun to school but a different kid who has repeatedly stole money and phones from teachers, sells weed from his locker and gets into daily fights inn the gym only got suspended once

I Think They Took That Well Part 2- Damian Wayne X Reader

Thank you @diana-swan for requesting part 2!! 


You were born into the League of Assassins unlike many of its members.  Your mother and father were Ra’s al Ghul’s most trusted assassins.  They succeeded in all of the missions and assassinations they were assigned and obeyed every order they were given.  That’s why they were chosen to be the participants in his plan.  Ra’s decided he needed an heir, but who would protect and guide him?  The answer was simple: To make the perfect soldier and lover to his heir.  

You and Damian were separated until your training started.  Since he was an al Ghul and you were his betrothed, the training would be hard and merciless.  His mother would supervise most of your training so you would be the perfect partner Damian needed. You and Damian spent most of your time together in training and out.  Whenever he was struck down during training you wouldn’t stop until the opponent was on their knees.  He did the same for you.  Your mother and father would also train you, but that ended when they were killed in the attack that killed Ra’s al Ghul along with the strength of the League.  

“I’m sending Damian to his father.  I want you to watch over him, but do not be seen until I give the order,” explained Talia.

“I will wait for your orders,” you said, “and I will not fail you or Damian.”

“I know you will protect my Amir, (Y/N).  Once he returns you will no longer be my little Amir or Amira.  You both will be warriors and rulers.”

You nodded and waited to be dismissed, but she was holding some information and you knew that it was important.

“If anything happens to the plan, make sure you and Damian stay together.”

That was months before the night you fought the Joker. Now you were apart of a new family.   Damian had become more like his father and stopped killing.  He did become better at fighting, but his attitude barely changed.  Until you came into the picture.  When you followed Damian into Wayne Manor the first thing he did was pull you into a bone crushing hug.

“I missed you so much, Amira.”

You hugged back and said, “I missed you too, Amir.”

You heard someone clear their throat and took a defensive stance.  An older man was walking towards you with a tray of food and water.

“Master Bruce has informed me of our new resident.  It is very nice to meet you, Miss (Y/N).  My name is Alfred Pennyworth.”

You shook his hand and took an apple from the tray, “It’s nice to meet you too, Pennyworth.  There is no need for introductions.  His mother assigned me to watch over him ever since he became Robin and I’m well aware of who lives here.”

“Glad to see that Master Damian does have an angel watching over him,” Alfred said and walked off.

You looked over to Damian who had a confused expression on his face, “You have been here all this time and now you reveal yourself.  Why?”

“I couldn’t go against your mother’s orders, Damian.  I was assigned to watch over you and wait for her to allow me to show myself.  I cannot tell you what she has planned, but she does want us together.  You and I know about your grandfather’s plan.”

He sighed and rubbed his shoulders.  You frowned and pulled him to sit on the ground.  You started to massage his shoulder and try to make a conversation.

“You have never been this tense.  Has your father been treating you well?” you questioned.

“He has been adequate, but this was not home until you came here.  What were you doing during these seven months?”

“I have been watching over you, but I have also been taking care of some of the criminals.  I knew that I would be frowned upon if I took their lives, so I just left them in the hands of the police.  I may have ran into your brothers, but I left before they could get on my trail.  The Red Hood was especially hard to get rid of.”

“I do have to warn you about my brothers.  Grayson is tolerable but Drake and Todd are not.  If father does inform them about the arranged marriage we will never be safe from their treachery,” Damian stated.

“And what if he has told us?”  A male voice asked.

You stopped massaging Damian’s shoulders and once again took a defensive stance.  Three men stood at the door smirking at the two of you.  You relaxed and lowered your fists when you recognized Damian’s brothers.

Jason spoke up, “How come we have never heard about you (Y/N)?  The little Demon held a lot a information for his bride-to-be.”

Snickers could be heard from the boys as Damian’s face turned slightly red.  You glared at his brothers before throwing a star in between each of their heads.

“Just so you know: I never miss.”

You dragged Damian out of the living room and left his brothers, who were still trying to comprehend what happened.  

——-

“What’s on your mind?” Damian asked.

“Just thinking about the night I came home with you and made a wonderful first impression to your brothers.”

He laughed and punched the criminal in the face, “They wouldn’t make eye contact with you for days.  Good times.”

You knocked out another crook with the butt of his gun and unloaded it, “I was a pretty intimidating ten year old.”

“And now you’re a very frightening eighteen year old,” Damian stated.

“Maybe to the criminals and your brothers but never to you.”

“I know.”

You looked around at the unconscious bodies of the criminals and found what you were looking for.  You grabbed the case and grappled to the top of a building.  You contacted Batman and told him that the case was in your possession.  He later sent the Bat Wing to pick it up and deliver it to the Bat Cave.

“(Y/N).  I have a question.”

“What is it?” you asked.

“Are we together only because of my grandfather’s plot?”

You walked up to him and pulled him into a hug, “No.  I love you and you love me.  Yes, we were brought together because of that, but we stayed together because we care for each other.  We have always been there for each other and we will for the rest of our lives.”

He returned the hug and said, “I’m glad you said that.  I guess this ring won’t go to waste.”

He broke the hug and pulled your left glove off.  He slid the diamond ring down your finger and kissed you passionately.

“WOO!! Get some, Damian!!!”

You broke the kiss and saw Nightwing, Red Robin, Red Hood and even Batman at the other end of the building.  

“I think they took that well,” Damian said.

You pulled him in for another kiss and said, “Agreed.”