Summary: sugar daddy, art collector King T’Challa, I think that about sums it up. Inspired by THIS post.
A/N: So yet again, I have not done any of the 12 requests in my inbox. Sorry guys, just feeling a little selfish/selif indulgent as of late. Also this fic is around 3.1K words so it’s pretty long, just a heads up.
You meandered around the room, admiring the art on the walls
as your heels clicked lightly across the floor. You were so proud of the work
you had done to get this art exhibit up and ready in such short time. It wasn’t
every day you got call from the King of Wakanda asking your museum to showcase
his personal art collection so your bosses were up your ass to ensure
everything was perfect, and it was.
It’s not that you didn’t love your family, in fact it’s quite the opposite, love is the reason you disappeared. Being bitten by a werewolf meant that life as you knew it was over. You had nightmares of killing your mother under a full moon, unable to control your base instincts: ripping out your father’s heart and eating it raw under the night sky.
Telling them the truth wasn’t an option; your father’s a physiologist, your mother a nurse. They’re level headed people who at the first mention of lycanthropy would have had you committed.
You couldn’t stay. You couldn’t see a way out, so you ran.
You wrote a note. Most of it was lies, but you wanted it to seem plausible. It wasn’t in your character to just abandon the people you loved, so you had to make it seem real. You had to hurt them so they would let you go. You wrote about meeting someone you wanted to start a life with, about how they’d suffocated you for twenty five years and you just couldn’t take anymore. You told them they drove you to leave.
You cried as you set the note on the kitchen table early one brisk autumn morning, then walked out the door falsely assuming you’d never seem them again.
freshman year college was ruff and i have a lot of regrets so for next year me: stop caring too much about grades and fussing over small assignments, learn more skills and do more projects, talk and connect and go out with friends more, find a club to dedicate yourself to, also the pictures taped on your dorm wall were cute but the tape ripped off paint and u got charged for it yikes never again
Bruce Wayne/ batman x reader. While Bruce is away on a business trip his wife gets kipnapped. Almost immediately a video ransoms is sent out to him. The rest is up to you
You woke up when Bruce’s alarm went off. You groaned and turned to your waking husband. “Go on back to bed,” he told you brushing the hair from your face.
“I’m up now. I’ll make some coffee while you shower.” You threw on your robe and padded down to the kitchen.
“Good morning, Mrs. Wayne,” Alfred greeted you as you came into the kitchen.
“Good morning, Alfred. How’d you sleep?”
“Very well, thank you. Can I make you anything for breakfast?”
“No, thank you Alfred. I’m just going to get some coffee going for Bruce and get him something to nibble on on his drive to the plane,” you smiled. “Can I make you anything for breakfast?”
“No, ma’am, I’ve already eaten my breakfast,” he grinned at you. He didn’t have to admit it, everyone knew you were his favorite, especially since your husband and his Batman alter ego had been such a thorn in Alfred’s side.
Once the coffee was made and you added the cream and sugar you went back up to your room and let yourself in the bathroom, where the shower steam still floated and the closet doors were thrown open. “Just like you like it,” you handed the coffee to your husband and took his place, looking through his shirts and suit jackets. You pulled out a nice blue shirt, black suit jacket and pants, and a matching tie.
“What would I do without you,” he kissed your head and took a sip of his coffee.
“Probably have Alfred pick out your clothes.” You left him to get ready and went downstairs, sitting in front of the fireplace as you read the morning paper and drank your own coffee.
When your husband came down with his briefcase you stood up and walked over to him. “How long will you be gone again,” you said as some of the butlers carried out the couple of Bruce’s bags.
“4 days,” he wrapped his arms around you. “I’ll be back before you know it and I’ll call you every night before bed.”
“Promise,” he leaned down and kissed you. “I’ve got to get doing, the plane’s waiting on me.”
“I love you,” you gave him a sad grin, already missing him.
“I love you too, Mrs. Wayne,” he kissed your forehead before leaving the house and walking to the care, leaving you alone in the doorframe wrapping your robe tightly around yourself.
“You look nice,” Alfred said as you came down the stairs ready for the day. “Plans?”
“Thank you and yes. I have to run and pick up something I have on hold at that cute little boutique on the outskirts of the city.”
A fatherly look crossed his face. “Mistress Wayne you know you should take security if you plan to go near the city.” After what had happened to his parents and his concern of crime, Bruce had insisted you travel with security, especially if you went near the city.
“Alfred-” you stopped seeing the persistent look on his face. “Fine, I’ll take a guard. But I don’t think I even need one,” you defended yourself. “I won’t even be in the city.”
“I’ll get Mr. Legend to accompany you Madam,” Alfred stood up and left to get your guard for the day.
You sat in the back of the car as James Legend, your guard for the day, drove you to the boutique. “Thanks for coming out with me James. I doubt Alfred would have let me leave the house alone.”
“It’s part of the job Mrs. Wayne,” he smiled. You felt something in your eye and opened your compact mirror to check. As you moved the mirror around trying to get a good angle a car behind you caught your eye. “James, do you see the beige car behind us?”
“I think it’s following us.” James sped up and turned at the next right. Sure enough the car followed. James sped up and tried to lose it but the driver was good. You picked up your phone and dialed the house number.
“Wayne residence,” Alfred answered.
“Alfred,” you said panicked, “we’re being followed and we can’t lose them.”
“I’m pulling up the car tracker and ringing Master Wayner.”
“Alfred, what do they-” you were stopped as a car came from ahead of you and ran into your side of the car, jerking you against your seatbelt, sending glass flying around your face, and sending you into unconsciousness.
“Alfred, I’ve hardly been gone 6 hours, surely you can’t miss me already,” Bruce comically answered the phone.
“Master Wayne, it’s Y/N,” Alfred’s worried voice came through the phone and Bruce sat up straight, leaving the filled room quickly.
“What do you mean? Alfred, where is she?”
“She and Mr. Legend went out and they’ve been attacked. I had her on the phone just a moment ago but the line went dead.” Bruce waved at the driver and ushered him for the keys, taking them and storming out of the building leaving everyone confused.
“I’m driving to the plane now. I should be back within the hour. We have to find her, Alfred,” he shut off the phone and pushed the car pedal to the floor.
As soon as the wheels touched down and he got into the car Bruce’s phone screen lit up with an email from an unknown server. He clicked on the link attached and his heart broke.
You were sitting in a chair with your legs and arms tied. Your clothes were tattered and torn, your face looked dirty and seemed to have small cuts over it, as well as duct tape that covered your mouth, and your eyes showed that you were drained and broken. “Mr. Wayne, we have your wife,” the masked man’s voice echoed in the large empty room as four others stood by with guns in their hands. “You have millions while those around you have nothing. Deposit 25 million to the account number on this board within the next 12 hours or we will kill your wife.” The video went black and Bruce punched the seat in front of him.
By the time he got home Alfred had sent the employee’s home so it was just the two of them. Alfred struggled to keep up with Bruce as he briskly walked to the elevator and took it to the cave.
Bruce sat in front of the large computer screens and started working. “What are you doing Master Wayne?”
“I had a tracker implanted in Y/N’s wedding ring for emergencies. I told her when we got married but part of me thinks she didn’t believe me,” he said furiously typing. “And there she is,” a small red dot pinged on the screen in the outline of one of the building that came up on the schematic.
One of the men ripped the tape off your mouth and you hissed. “Tell us, Mrs. Wayne,” the man sneered, “did you marry him for his money or his looks.” You felt the shift in the air, something that you had picked up from years of living with a man who liked to sneak up on you and criminals for a living.
“My husband won’t pay you,” you laughed to yourself.
“Why is that? Because he’ll just replace you with a younger, hot model?”
“No…because you can’t pay dead men.” A black figure swooped down and took out two of the guards before disappearing again.
“What was that,” the final three men looked around frantically with their guns ready.
“Bats don’t like to be woken during the day,” you said as your Batman swooped down and started fighting off your captors. You closed your eyes as the sound of gunfire rang out. You heard bullets cling to the ground and thuds of bodies hitting the floor and walls. You slowly opened your eyes when the loud noises were replaced by a deafening silence and were met by the black bat mask right in front of your face.
“Are you ok,” your husband asked ripping off his mask and holding your face in his hands as he looked you over.
“I’ve been better.” He went behind you and cut the ropes from your hands and feet. “Come on,” he said lifting you up in his arms. “Let’s go home.”
Sorry that it took me so long to write this! I’ve had the craziest past two weeks. I struggle with chronic pain and it’s been on bitch of a week so focusing enough to write has been a struggle. I hope to have another story or update done this week! Let me know if you want me to continue with this story. I think it could be kind of fun to write another chapter! There sure is a lot of possibilities! This idea just kind of came to me. And I mean we all have a list… No? Just me? Okay… heheheh I hope you enjoy!
“I think this is the last of it. Is this really all you own?” Killian questioned with a rather large box in hand, kicking the door shut with his foot before swaggering back to Emma. He set it down on the dining room table amongst the other boxes while she smiled endearingly up at him from the floor where she was sorting some old childhood photos and knick knacks.
“Yup, this is it. Seven boxes is the rest of my life. It’s mostly clothes anyways,” The blonde explained, ripping the tape off another package. Emma had just gotten the rest of her belongings out of storage from when she lived in New York from the missing year. She had meant to do it a lot sooner, but between her family, being sheriff again, and the newest threat the Snow Queen, getting her old sweaters and silverware were the least of her worries. She thought she would have to drive back into the city to get her possessions but she was able to get her old neighbor to mail them to her instead, making her life a lot easier. Killian had generously offered to help her unpack and sort her things allowing them to spend some much needed quality time together.
They had been officially dating for just a few weeks and things were surprisingly going very well. He had broke down her walls and proved to her and her family that he was worthy of their trust. Even her father had taken a shine to her new boyfriend. Emma was pulled from her train of thought when her phone rang. She quickly reached for it on the kitchen table before picking it up.
“Sheriff Swan,” She answered officially. “Oh, that was fast. Thanks I’ll be there in two minutes,” Emma responded with a delighted smile upon her face.
“Who was that, love?” Killian asked as he tore open another box with his hook. He really did look for any excuse to use that thing.
“It was Granny. Our food is ready to be picked up. I’ll be right back,” She told slinging her purse around her shoulder before heading for the door.
“Are you sure you don’t want be to come with you?” He replied walking towards her.
“No it’s okay. I’ll just be gone a second,” Emma smiled with a sarcastic twinkle in her eye. Leaning in she placed a chaste kiss to his lips before making her way back to the door.
“I’ll miss you,” Killian voiced, calling to his Swan. She flashed him a saucy grin, rolling her eyes at him.
“I’ll miss you, too,” Emma laughed, closing the loft door with a soft thud. Once his girlfriend had left he went back to his task of opening boxes and sorting their contents. He lifted a particularly heavy one onto the table, tearing the flaps open. The package was filled with a variety of books and what appeared to be journals.
So where does that leave us? What does it all mean? Are there some mysteries that we’ll just never be able to solve? I can’t accept that. This stuff is too fascinating, I’m not ready to stop digging. Not even close.
Welcome back lovelies! Thank you so much for all the love so far on this fic!! Trying like hell to keep my tag list updated but if I miss you LET ME KNOW and I’ll add you!! Also, all you guys hitting up my ask box to chat about this thing? Ugh I love you so much!! My heart freaking swells every time someone wants to talk about this fic!
This chapter has some of my favorite moments in this fic, I’m sure you’ll be able to tell which ones they are :) still working the angst angle but it starts looking better as Tony and Bucky get closer!
“I’m sorry, Tony.” Bucky said quietly, flinching a little as Tony pulled a silver plate from his bicep. “I don’t think I’ve ever said it, and that’s not right.”
“For what?” Tony wasn’t really listening, concentrating on filing down the edges of the curved pieces so they wouldn’t rub together every time Bucky moved.
“For… your parents.”
Tony froze, his throat working erratically as he tried to figure out what to say. “Why- why the fuck are you bringing them up now?” He jerked out of his seat, standing up and crossing his arms. “What the fuck are you– why are you– fuck just stop.”
“I can’t imagine how difficult it is for you to be here with me.” Bucky said quietly. “I appreciate everything you are doing to help me with this–” he lifted his arm weakly. “this thing, but it can’t be easy for you. I just want you to know that I’m sorry, if I’ve never said it. I can say it was all that brain washing and my behavior was out of my control until I’m blue in the face, but it’s not going to change what you saw, or what happened.”
“It’s fine.” Tony replied, but Bucky shook his head and Tony groaned. “Damn it. Bucky, I came to terms with losing my parents along time ago. It wasn’t fun to see your face on that screen, but it's…. it’s not what keeps me up at night. I’ve dealt with it. Because you’re right, it was out of your control, and I can’t fault you for that forever.”
“I don’t expect you to forgive me, Tony.”
“Well, I tend to do things that are pretty unexpected.”
“Tony.” Bucky turned his hand over, waiting for Tony to take it. “Come on.” He urged and Tony reached out carefully, sliding their palms together. “I don’t expect your forgiveness. If things aren’t alright with us then that’s something we can work through, but don’t downplay whatever you are feeling just to keep the peace.” His fingers curled loosely around Tony’s. “I can take your anger and your hurt, Tony. I can take it all. You don’t have to keep it inside anymore.”
!!!OPEN CHEST BINDING TUTORIAL!!!
1. Materials you need is some toilet paper and KT tape (recommended tape for binding, its a bit expensive but its the best for your body) Also when i use KT tape i cut the strips in half because it is easier to handle and you prolong the use of the KT tape instead of buying a new roll every so often.
2. When putting the first tape on, fold the toilet paper into a tiny square and place over your nipple area because if you don’t the KT tape will rip off that part of the skin (this happened to me one time because i didnt place the paper correctly and it ripped off some of my areola and it hurt SOOOO MUCH QAQ" please protect your nipples guys!!)
3. Start layering up that KT tape and make it stretch all the way back as far as you can!! Also use your other hand to push your boob back and up into your armpit as you are placing the tape.
4. Once you are satisfied with how flat your chest is, put some KT tape vertical at the beginning and end of the horizontal tape so they wont lift and peel off.
5.-6. More pictures of how the tape should be!
7. MOISTURIZE YOUR CHEST!! Your skin is being pulled and sometimes it hurts, so with putting lotion in the chest area it helps your skin relax and not be so tense
8. Have fun and be safe with your body! If your body is in pain please take the KT tape off, your body knows more than you ;3;)9 ✨✨
If you did the process correctly you should be able to peel the tape right off of you, itll hurt only a little. If you need assistance in removing the tape then get in the shower and let the water help you take the tape off!
Another Note: i can usually stay in this for about 4-6hours. It varies for every person though so yeah ;3;