My god, this is the most heartless thing I’ve ever seen in a Fire Emblem game. You get this dialogue if you go out of your way to attack Sakura (your biological little sister) as the avatar when you side with the Nohr in chapter 6.
Waking up, his chest ached and head throbbed. His hands were cuffed to the chair. His headache was all to familiar. Over the last 70 years, hydras methods to ensure compliance always left him with this feelings.
It didn’t take much effort to break free of the cuffs. He was in a van, he turned to look around and saw a hand hanging over the side of the chair. Blood was pooled on the floor. He quickly got to his feet and made his way to the body.
It was y/n! Oh god no no no. Her shoulder was bleeding and so was he leg. She was so pale. He placed his fingers to her neck, her pulse was weak but it was there. He knew he didn’t have much time.
Picking her up, he placed her on the floor in the van before taking up the drivers seat and immediately speeding away. He recognized the area. It was New York. He had to get her to Stark towers and time was running out.
The drive felt like it took forever but eventually, they arrived at the Stark tower.
Picking you up in his arms he ran in the building and into the elevator to the penthouse where everyone usually was.
When the doors opened, all the avengers were sitting around but jumped to their feet as they saw him.
You woke with a bright light shinning in your eyes. You heard voices all around you.
Your vision slowly began to clear.
“ Barnes you are a liability to this team if you cannot get whatever they put in your head out. I mean you almost killed her.” Tony was yelling.
Your throat hurt but you managed to say a few words.
“It’s not his fault Stark.”
Bucky rushed to your side. Cupping your face in his hands.
“I though I was going to lose you.”
“Nah, I’m to stubborn to die.”
He chuckled softly and placed a kiss on your forehead.
“I’m…….” his head dropped and when he looked back at you, you could see the despair in his eyes.
Placing your hands on his cheeks,“ hey, this isnt on you. Ok? Bucky look at me. This wasn’t your fault. ”
You knew no matter what you said, it wouldn’t change his mind.
“I can’t trust my own mind. I though I was past this. But all they had to do was slightly juggle things around and I was back to being their asset”
He took a step away from you. You swung you legs over the edge of the bed and stoop up. But it was probably not the best thing to do. You legs have away under but Bucky swept his metal arm around your waist before you hit the ground. You face was inches from his. But he still wouldn’t look you in the eyes.
“Look at me. Bucky……James look at me”
He slowly brought his eyes up to look at you.
“James Buchanan Barnes I do not and never will blame you for this. I’m alive. Your alive. That is all that matters. Here and now matters. You and me. I’m in this for the long run Barnes and I don’t scare easily so stop blaming yourself”
He placed his soft lips on yours. Snaking his other hand in your hair. You reached up to brush the fallen strands away from his face. He pulled back, looking into your eyes.
“What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?”
You laughed and placed your lips on his again.
“You looked at me with those blue eyes and gave me a dashing smile and well, the girl who controls fire melted.”
“Ahh baby, that fire warmed my stone cold heart.”
“ don’t get soppy with me Barnes.”
“Sorry to interrupt, but Tony needs to see you Buck.” Steve walked out the room quickly.
Bucky placed you back on the bed before following him out. You knew it couldn’t be good.
You called a nurse over to help you out of bed. And quietly she walked you to the rest. They hadn’t seen you but you could hear what was happening.
“Tony it isn’t going to happen again. Wanda can fix whatever they did to him. You can’t.” Steve ran his hands through his hair. “You can’t kick him out because of this”
“Steve your relationship with him is clouding your judgement. He almost killed her. Whether it was him or not, he is to dangerous.”
You couldn’t watch this happened. You stepped around the corner.
“So what do you plan on doing Stark? Kick him to the street? If you kick him out, I go as well.”
“Ok everyone take a breathe.” Natasha was trying to calm the situation but it was no use.
“He is a danger to everyone here. I forgave him for what happened because I thought all that hydra put in was out. But I will not allow him to stay here if he is endangering anyone. And I will not let you put your life at risk.”
You were infuriated. “It’s not up to you how I live my life.”
Vision interrupted,“ everyone stop. I think we all need to take a break. We can discuss the options in the morning.”
Wanda and Sam agreed with him and no one wanted to start a fight so everyone cleared out. Bucky picked you up and carried you to your room after the doctor said you were ok.
He placed you on your bed and sat on the edge.
“I’m going to have to go.”
“No you are not. James Buchanan Barnes you are not going anywhere.”
He turned and lay down so he was lying on his back next to you. You turned in your side and draped your arm over his chest and he placed a hand on your waist. His fingers tracing circles in you exposed skin.
“You’re not going anywhere”
You fell asleep on his arms.
When you stirred in the morning you rolled over to face him but you were met with an empty bed with a note.
Tony is right. I can’t trust myself around anyone and I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you again. Please this is my choice. Don’t come look for me.
(Vegeta and Bulma’s first sexual encounter. Here’s a little bit of lemon for you all. Love ya, Vegebul fans!)
Bulma had never known tension like this. The very air around her was loaded with pressure. It was terrifying…in the best way possible. Now she understood how some people could be masochistic. How you could get pleasure out of an exquisite pain. The longer she thought about it, the more the pressure built. She knew that an explosion was imminent. But she had no idea how to make it happen. After all, this was Vegeta here. The Prince of Stone Cold. The Prince of Raging Fire. How could one person be both at once? Yet, he was. He was so many things. She wanted to know them all. It was impossible.
Relationship status: single Favourite colour: canary yellow, pale pink, blue Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick Last song you listened to: galway girl by ed sheeran Last movie you watched: The Riot Club Top 3 characters: Rhysand, Rose Calloway, Jamie Fraser Top 3 ships: Feysand, Rowaelin, Wessa Books you are currently reading: United by Melissa Landers, Daughter of the Pirate King by Tricia Levenseller, Guarded by Kayla White, and rereading Ice like Fire by Sara Raasch and Stone Cold Touch by Jennifer Armentrout Top 5 musicals: Phantom of the Opera, Beauty and The Beast, Wicked, Nutcracker, Footloose
Full of Surprises: a Fred Weasley x Reader Imagine
In this imagine the reader has just been dumped by her boyfriend. Facing multiple issues she hasn’t told another soul, the breakup is a tipping point. The first Hogsmeade trip is the following day, and seeing as her parents disapprove of all magical activities, the reader has been barred from attending. Little does she know in the middle of the storm (literal and metaphorical), that the person destined to help her through it is beside her, and always has been.
[Y/n] - your name
Y/L/N - your last name
Y/X/N - your ex’s name
~~~ - indicates the passage of time
Warnings: mild language (I promise it’s not bad)
Word count 3,527:
As the crisp autumn wind blows through the fiery leaves on the Hogwarts grounds, I begin the trek back up to the castle. I’d decided to take a quick walk around the shoreline of the lake before dinner, though I doubt now that I’ll eat anything. Tomorrow is the first Hogsmeade trip of the year and I cannot attend as my permission slip was never signed. My boyfriend, who I’d hoped to stay in with, dumped me earlier today so that he could take another girl. While it was not a total shock, it was salt in the wound of a fairly bad day. Seeing as I’ll be staying at Hogwarts alone, tomorrow isn’t looking much better.
“Oh my god!” I shriek as I’m nearly tackled from behind.
“O wild god of the heavens…100 years have passed since you imprisoned me here. How is it that you have come back after perishing and turning into stone? 100 years in a cold stony tomb…You reek of decay!”
HC: KBTBB Guys Find Out MC Cheated *Eisuke Ichinomiya*
Theme Song: Apologize by One Republic
I’m holding on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground And I’m hearing what you say, but I just can’t make a sound
You tell me that you need me then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you’re sorry, didn’t think I’d turn around, and say (that)
“It’s too late to apologize (it’s too late) ”
I said, “It’s too late to apologize (it’s too late) ”
His reaction to when you confess your infidelity:
Eisuke couldn’t believe what you were saying, “You what?”
You were a sobbing mess sitting on the edge of the bed you shared together. You had just told the love of your life that you had been unfaithful to him.
“I-I’m so sorry, Eisuke.” you sobbed, your makeup streaking black lines down your pale cheeks.
Eisuke was now pacing the room, his anger apparent in every movement. He couldn’t even look at you. His body felt numb, he felt out of control with anger. However, through his anger, he knew that he was capable of anything with the rage inside of him.
He needed you gone. Gone before he did something he would regret for the rest of his life.
Eisuke stopped pacing, and turned sharply toward you, swallowing hard with a hard expression on his face.
“Get your things, and get out.” he orders coldly.
You look up in shock,“No, please! Eisuke, it was a mistake-”
“I said, get out! Get out now!” he roars, causing you to shrink back in fear. Eisuke’s face was like a stone tiger. He was intimidating and absolutely terrifying.
His heart twinged with pain as he saw the fearful look on your face. He turns his back on you, unable to take the pain and fear reading over your face.
You silently, and quickly gather a few things and leave before Eisuke does anything more to you.
Aries Sun/Capricorn Moon:
Ambition can consume them. Internal conflict is fire vs. cold stone. Impulse vs. calculation, heat vs. cold. Passion vs. logic, openness vs. privacy, excitement vs. steadiness.
i originally wanted this to be modern!au but i went with canon instead, set mid-s2 because i am pretending this season doesn’t exist, la la la (this is canon divergent after 2x05)
Somewhere between him teaching her how to shoot a gun and him returning her hug full force in the middle of Camp Jaha, Clarke has been noticing things about Bellamy.
She notices that when his gaze falls on her across camp, the tense set of his shoulders lessens, and his eyes soften just a little bit. It’s enough to make the hairs on her arms stand up.
The first time Clarke notices Bellamy’s hands is after they’re reunited in the middle of camp. He finds her that night, at the fire, and sits next to her, his gaze burning into hers. “You’re hurt,” he says in that gruff tone of his. “What happened?” He turns her face this way and that, his large hands warm as they envelop her cheeks. She tells him about Anya, and when he wipes away her tears, she leans into his hand, just a little bit.
After they find Finn, Bellamy can’t stop touching her. She doesn’t know if he’s trying to reassure her, or himself. A hand on her back, a brush of his fingers along her shoulder. It doesn’t stop until they get back to Camp Jaha, but after they talk about Mount Weather and see Finn come out of the Ark, his hand finds its way back to her shoulder. Clarke shivers.
Clarke is brought back from a scouting mission on a stretcher one day, and Bellamy feels his hands start to shake at the sight of her arm dangling off the stretcher, limp.
When they take her to the medbay, he stays with her, and finds himself taking her hand before he can think better of it.
Her hand is so much smaller than his, but covered with the same cuts and scrapes that he finds on himself so often. He makes a mental note to get her some of that salve Monty makes to ease the sting.
He doesn’t let go of her hand, even when she wakes up.
“Don’t ever do that again,” he whispers, his hands shaking as they brush over her face, the stitches against her temple a stark contrast with his darker skin. “Please don’t do that again.”
Clarke takes Bellamy’s hand for the first time on a night when they are both stone cold sober, and sitting around the fire. She takes his hand on a whim, when she can see the look he gets in his eyes sometimes where he looks a little lost. She laces their fingers together and squeezes, and has to look away at the fond look in his eyes.
When they finally go to war with the Mountain, and when Lexa leaves them there, abandons their alliance without a backwards glance, Bellamy is there, gripping Clarke’s hand so tight he’s afraid he might break something.
When they somehow, miraculously, beat the Mountain and save their people, Bellamy tugs Clarke by her left hand into a more secluded area to finally, finally show her what she means to him.
“Since day one on the ground,” he whispers, and it shakes her to her core to think that he knew from the minute they met that they would end up here, like this.
Clarke notices that Bellamy’s hands always linger near hers when they walk, their fingertips brushing with every stride.
You can set yourself on fire for someone, burn every bridge for them, grow the sun for them inside your own body but for some people it will never be enough. Some hearts may be too cold to fully appreciate the gift that is your love. Your love is a passionate fire but there are hearts stone cold ice. So burn baby, burn like a comet, but like a comet burn for yourself first, and for yourself alone.