Hola, Doomers! Ask and thou shalt receive: here be the June of Doom 2026 prompt list for all your doomsday planning! All the good stuff's below the cut!
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Summary: Natasha keeps an injury from you thinking it was something she could handle, problem is it wasn't something she could. Now shes trying not to bleed out in the halls of a HYDRA base
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, injury/blood/blood loss, mention of surgery, happy ending
Word count: 2,237
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When the Hydra agent had lunged at her she had been too focused on you and your safety to notice the knife he had in his left hand. She had felt the cold steel pierce her suit and flesh, but her adrenaline had made sure she hadn't felt the pain. Which is why she was able to quickly end the fight and stem the bleeding before you had even finished taking down the two agents that you were fighting. Meaning you had no clue she was even injured, black hides bloodstains well after all.
At the time, she didn't tell you because she didn't want you to worry. She didn't want you to fret over her in the middle of a Hydra base, especially when the mission still needed to be finished. And if she was honest with herself she may have been a bit blinded to the severity of the wound due to her high pain tolerance and the adrenaline rush that had yet to temper
But that's not really the case anymore. The adrenaline is wearing off, leaving her lightheaded and sweaty. And as she stares at the computer screen in front of her she finds her vision starting to blur at the edges. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in order to try and steady herself but this causes a sharp pain in her wound
"Shit" she mumbles under her breath as she feels blood starting to seep through the makeshift bandages
"Hows the hack going?" you ask, having noticed her sluggish movements
"Fine" she says, a bit strained, "Just finishing up"
But you don't fully believe her. Something is off, you just don't know what yet. You keep your eyes on her while she works, knowing she can feel your gaze and hoping that will be enough to convince her to tell you what's wrong. Only it doesn't. Her posture stiffens in a way that only you would recognize as nervousness, but she doesn't mention anything. She doesn't even talk at all. No flirty banter, no snarky sarcasm. It's very unusual and has multiple alarm bells ringing in your head
"It's done" she announces, breaking you from your thoughts
"Good" you sigh, "Now let's get out of here"
She tucks the drive away and leads you out of the data room and back down the hall you'd come from. She has her one gun drawn and so do you, ready for any threat that may appear. Despite the earlier altercation no alarms are going off in the facility. But that doesn't mean there isn't a sense of urgency to get out. Which is why you find her pace odd. She's always cautious, but her pace is never this slow, or this relaxed.
"Tasha, are you okay?" you finally ask
"I'm fine" she quickly answers, "Just a bit worn after that fight"
Now you're really suspicious. Because when the hell did fighting off one Hydra thug tire her out? This is the woman that ran from The Hulk, rode an alien spacecraft to reach the top of Stark Tower, and fought the Winter Soldier twice. Some nobody was nothing for her, so something was definitely off
But she pushes herself forward, clearly not wanting to delve further into it. And for a few minutes she does seem fine, and her stubbornness has her believing she can pull through this. At least until she was on the quinjet. But the pace eventually becomes too much for her weakened body and she stumbles, only catching herself by bracing against the wall
"You call that fine?" you hiss, tone equal parts worry and reprimand
"Justā¦just give me a minute" she murmurs, taking in a shaky breath. She can feel the blood seeping into her suit now
Your brows furrow and you gently call out to her, "Tasha? What's wrong?"
Natasha can feel her hands starting to tremble now, and the reality she refused to admit hits her hard. She's hurt, and quite badly. Bad enough that she can no longer ignore it, or the pain. She presses her hand against her side and lets out a soft hiss, confirming your suspicion that she was hurt. But when she pulls her hand away and it's covered in blood, you realize it wasn't a cracked rib, it's so much worse
"Fuck baby, why didn't you tell me?" you ask, quickly moving to press her own hand back against the wound with yours on top of it
"Didn't realize it was this bad" she admits softly, even as she grits her teeth, "And I didn't want to worry you"
"Well, you failed at that" you deadpan, "I am now extremely worried"
"I'm sorry detka(baby)" she forces out through the pain, "ā¦.fuck"
Your brows furrow as you take in her appearance. Pale, sweaty, obviously in pain. It was so very unlike her and it honestly unnerved you just as much as it worried you. And you could tell by the look in her eyes that she's starting to worry too. Which is what prompts you to use your comms
"Cap, do you copy?"
"Copy, whats your status?" Steve replies
"Nat's been stabbed" you tell him, pausing for a moment before continuing, "It's pretty bad. I can get her out but I'm going to need medics on standby at the quinjet"
"Roger that" he confirms, "Do you need assistance with extraction?"
"Well I'd never say no to a little back up" you tell him
"I'm on my way"
You feel a bit better knowing he was coming, but only slightly. You carefully remove your hand from her side to get a better look and curse under your breath when you see just how much blood is seeping through the wrappings and into her suit
"That bad huh?" Nat asks, studying your expression carefully
You take a deep breath and pull out your first aid kit, "It certainly isn't great"
"Yeah" she sighs, tilting her head back to rest against the wall, "I can feel that much"
You remove her makeshift bandages and press some trauma pads against the gushing wound. Natasha lets out a muffled sound of pain and closes her eyes, trying hard to keep her tears at bay
"I know baby, I know" you coo, "I'm sorry"
"Its okay" she grits out through clenched teeth, "Its necessary"
You nod and start wrapping gauze bandages around her to help keep the pads on place and help stem the blood loss. Once you're satisfied you look her over, but what you see only makes your heart drop. She's even more pale now, and her breathing is rather ragged.
"Come on, lets get moving" you tell her, helping her get steady on her feet. You support her as she walks and don't force her to go too fast, not wanting to risk taking away any more of her strength
As you both continue through the halls the only sound that can be heard are the sound of your footsteps and her ragged breathing. The sound tugs at your heart, you can't ever remember a time where she's made that noise, and that has a pit of fear settling in your gut. And that's when your comms crackle, it's Steve informing you that he's had a run in with a large number of Hydra agents. He could handle them, no doubt, but it would slow down his arrival. You didn't voice it to either him or Nat, but that made the pit in your stomach grow
A few minutes later you realize you're holding most of your girlfriends weight now, but before you can say anything about it she stumbles, nearly falling and taking you down with her. You quickly catch yourself and her, and lean her up against the wall
"You okay?" you ask, your eyes darting down to her wound
She shakes her head in a rather jerky manner and mumbles out, "Iā¦.I don't think I am"
"Hey, look at me Tasha" you tell her, cupping her cheek and almost flinching at how clammy she feels
She manages to bring her gaze to you but you can tell she's having trouble focusing her vision, "Detka(baby)ā¦I don'tā¦.don't feel so good"
Hearing her voice so small and vulnerable while knowing how serious her injury is has your heart pounding against your ribcage like a runaway train. Without any hesitation you carefully hoist her into your arms and tuck her close to your chest, and then you head off down the hallway. Your pace is slow at first as you adjust to her weight and position, but you're soon moving as fast as your legs and lungs allow. You're spurred on by the warmth of her breath against your neck, telling you that she was still there, still fighting
As soon as you see Steve you're practically shoving Nat into his arms only because you know he's so much faster, "Go! Get her to the Quinjet!"
Her fingers tighten on your mission gear, "Noā¦.not leaving you behind"
"You are so stubborn" you tell her as a mix between a chuckle and a sob catches in your throat. Her grip falters and your eyes meet Steve's, "Get her to the medics, I'm right behind you"
He doesn't wait that time, he takes off down the corridor, leaving you to chase after them. As he turns the corner up ahead you notice that even though her sight isn't as sharp as it usually is, Natasha glances over his shoulder to make sure you were still there. The sight has you running even faster, until your muscles are aching and it hurts to inhale
Finally the jet is in view and as you watch Steve carry your girlfriend up the ramp in the distance you feel a small sense of relief wash over you. Even if you weren't beside her yet she was at least being looked at by a professional in the medical field.
By the time you get on board the jet the medics have already opened up her suit and are taking care of her wound. Unfortunately that means they're shoving combat gauze into it in order to stop the bleeding more efficiently, and she's only just had a dose of painkillers. A sound of agony slips past her lips and her hands grip the cot beneath her so tightly that her knuckles go white
"I'm here Tasha" you call out, rushing to her side to offer what comfort you could. You grab one of her hands, letting her squeeze it as hard as she needed to and with your free hand you brush hair off her sweaty forehead and behind her ear, "I know it hurts baby, but they're almost done"
After they pack her wound they wrap more gauze around it and one of them looks to Cap, "I recommend wheels up sir, she needs to be seen in the ICU as soon as possible"
"Alright, I'll tell the pilots" Steve agrees
You look at the lingering medic, "How bad is it?"
"The blade punctured something internally, possibly her kidney. She's stable currently but weak from the blood loss. She should be fine once we get her to SHIELD's ICU"
His reassurance does little to quell your massive amount of anxiety and fear, but you're at least grateful he was honest about the severity. You continue to hold her hand, caress her face and whisper softly to her the entire flight back, and you're grateful that she remains stable the whole time.
Once you arrive you have to let her go back to surgery alone, much to your discontent and hers but you're given the closest waiting room by the staff to make up for it. The wait feels like hours and seconds at the same time, you're not even sure how long you actually wait before being updated on how well she did and that she was being moved to a private room
As Natasha begins to stir back to consciousness she can hear the annoying beep of the heart monitor, it makes her brows furrow even though she's not even fully awake yet. But the she becomes aware of a familiar weight in her hand, and the furrow of her brows softens. She uses all her strength to open her eyes and gently squeeze your hand
"Hi detka(baby)" she mumbles, her voice slightly raspy still
"Don't you hi detka me" you tell her sternly, wiping away some tears, "What were you thinking Tasha, keeping an injury from me?"
Her heart sinks as she realizes what she's put you through, "I'm so sorry Y/n, I truly didn't feel like it was that bad and i didn't want to slow the mission down. It was a reckless decision, and one I shouldn't have made"
"If you ever do that again" you scold, having to reign in a sob
She squeezes you hand to offer reassurance, "I won't, i swear. You'll know about any bruise, scape and serious injury from now on"
You reach over and cup her face, "I was so scared Tasha, I though I was going to lose you"
"I'm sorry I put you through that" she tells you, leaning into your touch, "I have no plans of going anywhere though"
"Then you better not get stabbed again" you halfway joke, making her chuckle
CW: noncon touch (non-sexual), intimate/obsessive villain, injury, threats, established history between characters
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*~*~*~*
There was nowhere left to run; the alley ended in brick, and Villain blocked the exit with infuriating ease.
āGo on,ā Villain said, spreading their arms slightly and smiling mockingly. āTry.ā
The bait was obvious. They both knew it.Ā
Hero still lunged sideways anyway.
Villain's arm snaked around their waist before they'd made it two steps, dragging them effortlessly back into reach. A harsh shove next and Hero was sent crashing into the brick wall hard enough for stars to burst across their vision.
Before they could recover, Villainās hand slammed beside their head, caging them in.
Hero sucked in a rattling breath.
Villain stood too close for comfort now. Rain clung to their lashes. Hero could smell smoke and steel and the faint copper tang of blood.
āYou know,ā Villain said thoughtfully, āI was actually starting to feel insulted.ā
āAll that running.ā Villain clutched at their chest in mock offence, wearing the smile of someone thoroughly enjoying their own performance. āAfter everything weāve been through?ā
Hero shoved at them.
Villain's hand closed around their wrist.
Hero jerked back. The grip didn't budge.
Without looking away, Villain lifted their captured hand and pressed their palm to their own cheek.
Hero tried to pull free.
Villain's fingers tightened.
"See?" they said softly. "Was that so difficult?"
Hero yanked uselessly against their grip. āLet go!ā
āBut youāve finally stopped pretending.ā Villain practically purred, tightening their hold just enough to make Hero wince. āIāve been waiting all night for this part.ā
Hero hated the way their breathing hitched.
Hated that Villain heard it too.
The alley felt unbearably narrow now. Villain seemed to fill it entirely, leaving Hero nowhere to look but at them. Hero couldnāt think around them properly when they got like thisāsoft-voiced and intent and terrifyingly patient.
Villain leaned closer. āTell me something,ā they murmured. āWhen did you realise you werenāt winning?ā
Hero glared at them silently.
Villain smiled again. āWas it when I dislocated your shoulder?ā They brushed their fingers lightly against Heroās arm and Hero flinched violently before they could stop themselves. Villainās expression sharpened with delight. āNo, wait. That was later.ā
āGo to hell.ā
āThatās not an answer.ā
Heroās knees nearly buckled as another wave of dizziness rolled through them. Villainās grip steadied automatically at their waist before they could fall properly.
Hero scowled. The bastard was right, but they didnāt have to rub it in!
āAnd yet,ā the bastard Villain continued anyway, voice deceptively soft, āyouāre still trying so hard not to beg.ā
Hero stiffened.
A slow smile spread across Villainās face, sharp with satisfaction.
āOh, you hate that word, donāt you?ā
Heroās face burned with anger despite the cold rain. āIām not begging you for shit.ā
āNo?ā Villain asked mildly.
Their hand slid up slowly, fingers curling around Heroās throat. Not squeezing yet, just resting there possessively enough to make Heroās pulse jump beneath their palm.
āYou always sound so pretty when youāre desperate.ā
Heroās stomach dropped.
āDonātāā
āDo you remember last winter?ā Villain interrupted, malice dancing across their face. āWarehouse district. You had a collapsed lung.ā Their thumb brushed lightly against Heroās pulse. āYou could barely breathe. Kept looking at me like you thought I might actually let you die.ā
Hero looked away.
Villain caught their jaw immediately and forced them back.
āAh-ah. Stay with me.ā
Their voice had gone warm now. Interested.
āYou said please six times that night.ā
Heroās face twisted with humiliation. āShut up.ā
āAnd then,ā Villain continued like they hadnāt spoken, āyou grabbed my coat and saidāā
āI said shut up.ā
āāPlease donāt leave me here!āā
Hero shoved at them again, weaker this time. More irrational than forceful.
Villain barely moved.
āOh, that hit a nerve.ā Villain sounded delighted. āYou remember.ā
Hero wished they didnāt.
Villain watched the shame crawl slowly across their expression and looked damn near reverent about it.
āThatās the thing about you,ā they murmured. āYou act so righteous until youāre cornered.ā Their grip tightened slightly against Heroās throat. āThen suddenly you remember how badly you donāt want to die.ā
Heroās breathing had gone uneven now. They could hear it themselves. Fast and shallow and humiliatingly frightened.
Villain could definitely hear it too.
They leaned closer still. āGo on.ā
Hero stared at them.
āAsk nicely.ā
āNo,ā Hero said too quickly.
Villainās smile turned vicious.
āOh, that was pathetic.ā
Heroās chest tightened painfully.
They hated this.
Hated how Villain could peel them apart piece by piece until there was nothing left except raw fear and instinct and the desperate need to get out.
Villain studied them for another long moment before sighing softly.
āYou know,ā they said, āI was going to break your ribs.ā
Hero looked up sharply at that. Villain, meanwhile, appeared far more interested in tracing the line of their throat.
āBut now Iām reconsidering.ā Their thumb traced Heroās pulse again. āBecause this is much more entertaining.ā
Hero swallowed against the hand at their throat.
Villain watched the movement with open interest.
"Go on," Villain said quietly. "You already know what I'm asking for."
Hero closed their eyes.
The rain continued to fall. Their shoulder hurt. Their legs hurt. Everything hurt. Standing felt difficult. Thinking felt difficult. Villain's voice seemed to fill the entire alley, leaving no room for anything else.
āPlease,ā Hero said finally, the word scraping out broken and quiet.
Villain closed their eyes briefly like they were savouring it.
Hero immediately hated themselves for saying it.
Villain looked positively euphoric.Ā
āAgain.ā
Heroās face burned.
ā...Donāt do this.ā
āThatās not what I asked.ā
The rain hammered against the alley around them. Somewhere far away, sirens wailed faintly through the city.
Heroās legs shook harder.
Villain waited patiently.
They knew theyād win this eventually. The absolute certainty of it was unbearable.
Hero looked away first.
āPlease,ā they whispered again, voice breaking. āJustāgive me another chance.ā
Villain went still for half a heartbeat.
Then they laughed softly, the sound warm with genuine pleasure.āGod,ā they murmured. āI could listen to that for hours.ā
*~*~*~*
Scribbled this in the dead of night under circumstances that my lawyer has advised me not to discuss š”š¤ am gonna whack him with his damn hammer
this was supposed to be June of Doom No. 3, but according to several unreliable sources, including "the date," it is June 7.
We are ignoring this. Anyone attempting to inform me that a week of June has already passed will be launched directly into the sun. it all leads back to that glowing bastard eventually
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June of Doom 2025 | 15. "Please" (blindfoldāfallātouch starved)
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Part 1
Hero didnāt realize they were falling until it was already too late. The world tilted, crooked and bent, and suddenly up was down and down was upā
Then, gentle hands caught them, steadying them with surprising ease.
āHello, there,ā said the Villain, voice smooth like silk and far too familiar.
Hero was too exhausted to muster annoyance. All they wanted was to postpone their inevitable collapse until they were back home, ideally face-down on the thin mattress in the corner of their room. But encounters with villains never ended with rest. Usually, they meant losing the little sleep Hero was allowed to have.
āPlease,ā they mumbled, blinking heavily. āI need to get home.ā
āIām here to help, love,ā Villain patted them on the head. āYou almost sound that you forgot my little promise.ā
Oh. That.
Even though seeing Villainās place was a tempting offer, Hero didnāt have time for that.
āI canāt,ā they said, rubbing their eyes. āI have to be back at work in four hours.ā
They checked their watch again, as if it would change anything. They really needed to go. Any second wasted here was another blow to their already sleep-deprived body.
āI called to your job and said youāre sick.ā
āNo you didnāt!ā
āYes I did. Told them youāve come down with something nasty and shouldn't be out in this weather. They were quite sympathetic, actually.ā
Hero fumbled for their phone, panic prickling up their spine. "You didnāt. You canāt justāthis is bad, Villain. I need to fix thisā"
Villain caught their wrists gently, pulling their hands away.
āPeople are dying, Villain.ā Hero failed to keep their voice steady.
āYes. And theyāll keep dying. With or without you running around. You canāt stop that.ā
āButāā
āNo buts. You donāt have to die with them today. Now, come.ā
Hero didnāt know what urged them to comply, but they did. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or the softness in Villainās voice. Either way, they didnāt resist as Villain guided them to their car, almost savouring the gentle touch on their wrist.
Villain opened the driverās side door and picked up two black cotton bands from the seat.
āThe blindfold?ā asked the Hero.
āSo you do remember.ā
āWhat is the second one for?ā
āYour hands.ā
āWe didnāt agree on this.ā
āI donāt want your picky fingers anywhere near the blindfold.ā
This was stupid idea. Letting the Villain blindfold them, tie them upā¦ they were stupid. Yet they turned and clasped their hands behind their back. āDonāt make me regret this.ā
āI canāt promise that.ā
The knot wasnāt anywhere near tight. Hero could probably wriggle out with little effort, if they wanted. They stayed put.
The ride was quite long, but the Hero suspected Villain took some unnecessary turns to further confuse themānot that it would be needed. Exhaustion fogged Heroās thoughts until they couldnāt focus on anything except the quiet hum of the engine and the soft rhythm of bumps in the road.
At some point, they dozed off, the black blindfold grounding them in comfortable darknessāand soon after, they were rudely waken up again, when the car stopped and the humming sound of the engine died.
Hero felt Villains touch on their arms, as they guided them to lean forward, their fast fingers working on the binds to release their hands.
āAnd my eyes?ā
āNot yet.ā
They were helped out of the car, steady hands keeping them from stumbling as they were led forward.
Ā āCareful. Stairs.ā
Inside, once the door shut behind them, it finally weighted down on Hero what they have done: this was very, very stupid idea. They stood motionless, blindfolded, heart hammering. Iām so dead.
But the Villain quickly undid the knot on the blindfold. The soft piece of fabric slipped from their face and fell to their shoulders.
Hero blinked.
The space was... beautiful. All the windows were covered with blinds or heavy curtains, but the interior was spacious, clean, and warm. So unlike the chaos Hero usually associated with Villainās name.
Villain gently took their hand and led them further in, to the bedroom. āOn the bed.ā
āDo you like bossing me around like that?ā
āVery much.ā
Hero laughed, startled by the sound of it. This was getting ridiculous. They shouldnāt be here. The villain shouldnāt be doing this.
But that was the thing about villains. They never cared about what they should or shouldnāt do.
Villain climbed onto the bed behind them and, with a quiet sigh, wrapped their arms around Heroās torso.
Hero didnāt mean to lean into itā¦ yet they did. They were so tired. Every muscle in their body ached, each bone felt brittleā¦ and the Villain was so warm. They felt tickling breath on their neck, beautifully slow, even and calm.
āWhen you wake up,ā Villain murmured, barely above a whisper. āI will make you watch a cheesy rom-com while I prepare you a breakfast.ā
Hero laughed softly. It sounded perfect.
āYou want to poison me?ā they teased.
āCome on, again?ā Villainās hand moved, slowly rubbing circles into their shoulder blade.
āIt is fair for me to assume-ā
āDonāt be stupid.ā
They shifted behind Hero, not pulling away. Just adjusting, pressing closer, like they could warm Hero from the outside in. Their hand settled at Heroās chest now, over their heart. Heroās never been held like thisāever. And they knew, by now, they would always let Villain tie their hands and cover their eyes, if it meant to be touched like this.
prompt: June of Doom | "How long have you been like this?" | withheld medication | below zero | weak
word count: 332
warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, realized feelings, no use of y/n
The frost was inside your chest now, a sharp, physical ache that made every breath taste like broken glass.
Khioneās curse had turned your demigod blood sluggish. As a daughter of Demeter, winter was always your enemy, but this sub-zero northern tundra was actively killing you.
Your pocket was empty. You had used the last crumb of ambrosia two days ago.
You slumped against the frozen cave wall, too weak to even pull your knees to your chest. The small sprout you had tried to grow between your fingers withered into black mush.
A sudden blast of golden light shattered the dark.
"Hey, I found some dry wood forā" Leo froze, the small flames dancing on his fingertips casting a harsh glow over your face.
Your lips were blue.
The shivering had stopped entirely, replaced by a terrifying, hollow stillness.
Leo dropped the wood, scrambling across the cavern floor. The moment his hands cupped your cheeks, waves of intense, radiating heat washed over your skin. It felt like summer. It felt like like a safe haven.
"Your face is freezing," Leo choked out, his brown eyes wide with a sudden, sharp panic. He yanked off his heavy tool belt and wrapped his warm jacket entirely around your frostbitten frame. He pressed his glowing, heated palms against your trembling hands, desperately trying to jumpstart your internal warmth.
"How long have you been like this?" You couldn't even find the energy to look him in the eye. "The ambrosia... ran out," you whispered, your voice barely a breath. "I'm sorry, Leo."
"Don't you dare apologize," he muttered, his fingers tightening around yours as his flames burned brighter against the dark. "Just stay with me. I've got you."
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Hello again! Has it been a whole year already? I swear, this yearās June of Doom ā26 š has snuck up on me š Iāve had a year to prepare and I have not even looked at the prompted properly until mid May. BUT! I havenāt done one of these bad boys since Kinktober, and I always love working on things for some of my (hopefully our) favourite ATJ blorbos who donāt get as much love as they deserve.Ā
Iām doing the whole 30 day challenge again. This yearās focus will be on: Kraven the Hunter (2024), Bullet Train (2022), Nosferatu (2024), The Fall Guy (2024), 28 Years Later (2025), and Fuze (2026). I might try out a few other ATJ characters I havenāt tried before along the way, so keep an eye out for those if you are a fan of any other ATJ characters š«¶Ā
This isnāt replacing the fic poll I put up in May asking what yāall wanted: I am currently working on a novel-length Tangerine x Reader fic with First Time vibes, which has been my most requested ask on Tumblr for about 18 months now, and has won a couple of polls. Itās the kind of fic that I want to fully write before I start dropping chapters, so, in the meantimeā¦ smaller fics and events!
Iāll also be dropping some crossover fics that me and precisely 2 other people like (/lh /aff) as Tangerine x Sergei is just. In my head now š With (and without) various Readers. Iāll also be keeping up with my regular weekly chapter of Devotee (Gladiator II, Caracalla x Reader x Geta) throughout June of Doom~
If you enjoy, please consider leaving a little like here, or even better, a kudos over on AO3 š I write for myself, but I edit for yāall š Otherwise these would stay a semi-coherent mess on my PC.Ā
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30 days, 30 fics: June of Doom 2026
Like my work? Check out my other fics and master lists. Primarily writing for Aaron Taylor Johnson, Fred Henchinger, Brad Pitt, and Mathew Baynton characters. Slash (canon x canon), het and gender neutral x Reader (never y/n). Some original works shared.Ā
Day 01: Out of the ashes | Kraven the Hunter | M | Sergei/Dmitri | unfair fight
A year after Nikolai Kravinoffās death, Sergei returns home expecting to find the remnants of his fatherās empire crumbling apart. Instead, he finds Dmitri waiting for him.Ā
Day 02: Let her go | 28 Years Later | T | Jamie/Isla | you have to let me go + drowning
On one rare lucid night, Isla asksĀ Jamie for one final trip beyond the village walls ā back to the shoreline where they once dreamed of surviving together.
Day 03: Don't look back | Fuze | M | Will/Karalis | deception + misunderstanding + trapped
After a decade of careful planning, Will and Karalis are finally free. When Will follows Karalis to his new reserve in hopes of finally putting into words whatever they have been dancing around for so long, he realises that Karalis has other plans.Ā
Day 04: Say her name (not your goodbyes) | Nosferatu | T | Friedrich & Reader | I wonāt leave you + dragged + blankets
Friedrich does not want to go on without his Anna. When Friedrich Harding walks into the crypt where Anna and their children lie, grief already consuming him, you refuse to allow him to surrender and join them in their final resting place.
Day 05: Hold on | Bullet Train | T | Tangerine/GN!Reader | grief Ā
Tangerine is ready to burn the whole train down after finding Lemon bleeding out in Kyoto. From the other end of the phone, you do everything you can to keep grief from turning him into a dead man walking.Ā
Day 06: The cost of being kept | Kraven the Hunter | M | Dmitri & GN!Reader, Sergei/Reader | forced to watch
You have always known that Sergei would come for you, should someone be foolish enough to actually try and kidnap you. You just never expected to be taken alongside Sergeiās brother.Ā
Day 07: The sound of Survival (1 of 3) | Bullet Train | T | Tangerine/Ladybug | buried alive + can you hear me
When the shinkansen derails and Tangerine becomes trapped in the wreckage, heās convinced this is how he and Lemon will reunite, until a voice through the wreckage gives him hope.Ā
Day 08: Not random material (1 of 3) | Kraven the Hunter x Bullet Train | E | Nikolai/Reader; Tangerine/Reader | revenge + collared
You have always known that Nikolai does not pay randoms. Not for his boys. Not for anyone. When you are taken, survival is no longer something theoretical. Suddenly, the lessons meant to keep you alive begin to look a lot like preparation for something far worse.Ā
Day 09: Damage control | The Fall Guy | T | Tom/Reader | I made a mistake + crying + broken glass
In the aftermath of Colt Seaversā fall, you find Tom Ryder drunk, shaking, and ready to confess everything. Loving Tom has always meant cleaning up his messes ā even when Tom himself is ready to confess his sins.Ā
Day 10: Echoes of wreckage (2 of 3) | Bullet Train | T | Pairing | where am I? + handcuffs
Tangerine deals with the aftermath of the train derailment.Ā
Day 11: Reasons to survive | MCU | T | Pietro/Reader | left for dead
You should have left once you pulled him from the rubble. Instead, you somehow end up babysitting a concussed Pietro Maximoff while he insists on flirting through the pain, the panic, and the dust still settling around you both.Ā
Day 12: Between the truth and lies | Fuze | T | Will/Reader | donāt life to me
Ten years after the loss of his squad in Afghanistan, Will starts slipping into a silence you canāt follow. You refuse to let him go without a fight.
Day 13: A place to fall silent | Nosferatu | T | Friedrich/Reader | I just want to forget
In the dim receiving rooms of a London brothel, Friedrich Harding comes seeking forgetfulness. Instead, you offer him privacy, quiet, and a hand to hold while the memories refuse to fade.
Day 14: The darkness between the cracks | Fuze | T | Will/Reader | youāll have to do better than that + darkness + trembling
There is blood on the bed. Bruises already beginning to form around your throat. Terror in his eyes that has nothing to do with you and everything to do with the ghosts he brought home from Afghanistan. You have waited too long to get him back to let him run now.
Day 15: Found (2 of 3) | Bullet Train x Kraven the Hunter | T | Nikolai/Reader; Tangerine/Reader | youāll be ok. Maybe. + touch starved
Rescue comes from an unexpected place.
Day 16: A fair trade | Bullet Train | T | Tangerine/Reader | take me instead + kidnapping
Thereās nobody in the world more important to Tangerine than Lemon is. Not even you. Somewhere between Covent Garden and Piccadilly Circus, you realise someone is following you. When the opportunity presents itself, you make your decision without hesitation. If only one of you gets to walk away safe, you already know who Tangerine would choose.
Day 17: Something like safety (3 of 3) | Bullet Train x Kraven the Hunter | M | Nikolai/Reader; Tangerine/Reader | Iām worried about you + nightmares
Tangerine helps you deal with the aftermath of captivity.Ā
Day 18: Our little secret | 28 Years Later | T | Jamie/Reader | how long have you been like this?
You were supposed to turn three seconds after the bite. Itās been nearly three months.
Day 19: Debt | Bullet Train | T | Tangerine/Ladybug | carry + regret + (mistaken) major character death + whatever happensā¦
Ladybug is halfway to drinking himself unconscious in a Kyoto izakaya when a dead man walks back into his life. Tangerine just wants to know what the hell he did in a past life to deserve this.Ā
Day 20: Territory | Kraven the Hunter | T | Sergei/Reader | Iāll be fine
When you find Sergei injured, alone, and bleeding on the forest floor with the poachers that did this still out there, you know what you have to do.Ā
Day 21: Heatwave | Fuze | T | Will/Reader | heatwave + dissociation
The hottest day of the year leaves London sweltering beneath an endless blue sky. In your kitchen, Will stares out the window and disappears somewhere thousands of miles away.Ā
Day 22: How to keep going (3 of 3) | Bullet Train | M | Tangerine/Ladybug | youāre still you + disability + recovery
Tangerine struggles to adapt to his injuries.Ā
Day 23: The chance to say goodbye | Project Hail Mary x The Fall Guy | T | Colt & Ryland; Colt/Tom | unreliable + you promised + plea
āIām so, so very angry at you right now, Ryland. You promised. Me and you against the world. Itās only been a year, and youāve already missed so much. Fuck. Thatāsā¦ give me a second, thatās not reallyā¦ sunk in yet. Youāre going to miss everything. I was wrong. I canāt do this.ā
Day 24: Darling | Nosferatu | M | Friedrich/Reader | drugged + locked door Ā
When Friedrich hears that you have been indulging in an improper pastime, he takes steps to ensure that such unseemly behaviour does not continue.Ā
Day 25: Romantic at heart (1 of 3) | Bullet Train | E | Tangerine/Reader/Ladybug | this is all my fault + confession + pushed away
Eighteen months after walking away from Tangerine and the mess he made of your relationship, you wake up handcuffed to your own bed with your ex standing over you like nothing ever changed.
Day 26: Romantic at heart (2 of 3) | Bullet Train | E | Tangerine/Reader/Ladybug | youāre only making it worse + obsession
When Ladybug returns to find a new guest in Tangerineās safehouse, he decides itās time to set a few things straight.Ā
Day 27: Redemption | Kraven the Hunter | E | Sergei/Reader | youāre pathetic + kneeling + muzzled
āMaybe youāre more of a sweet puppy than a pathetic little stray after all.āĀ
Day 28: Romantic at heart (3 of 3) | Bullet Train | M | Tangerine/Reader/Ladybug | obsession
You and Ladybug can at least agree on one thing: Tangerine means everything.Ā
Day 29: ??? | Nocturnal Animals | M | Ray/Reader | trust me + forbidden love + doubt
The chain is long enough to let you pretend. Long enough to reach the doorway, but not the outside. . Long enough to make you obedient. Long enough to give you hope.
Day 30:??? | Fuze | T | Will/Reader | I thought you were dead
After months of being treated like a suspect in the wake of the London explosion, you finally track your missing husband down to Karalisā nature reserve ā and discover that Will never intended for you to find him at all. Furious, heartbroken, and very much not ready to forgive him, you decide that if Will wants his marriage back, he is going to have to earn it.
A Padawan is trapped with her unconscious and feverish Master, and despite her training, fear threatens to overwhelm her.
Written for @jedijune 2026 - Prompt: Lightsaber
and Sweet and Short June 2026 - Prompt: Borrow
and @juneofdoom 2026 - Day 14: āYouāll have to do better than that.ā | Servant | Darkness | Trembling
READ ON AO3 (300 words)
Darkness pressed in all around, and the padawan shivered. It was difficult, here in the dark, to remember how to let go of her fears, especially with her Master lying unconscious beside her. The padawan reached over, unable to see but hearing and feeling her Master in the Force. She felt the heat of her Masterās skin, trembling under the fever, and she grimaced. The older Jediās condition had worsened, and they had little to treat her with. The padawan had no experience with Force healing, either, and even that would only offer limited relief, not a cure.
How had this mission gone so badly?
No, she could not dwell on that. She was alone ā more than alone, her Master was depending on her ā and she had to guide herself through her balance exercises if they were both to make it out of this. The padawan tried to relax, reaching out to the Force for guidance. But it remained elusive, clouded by her own distress and anxiety. Despair threatened her, and the darkness seemed to amplify it, emphasizing the hopelessness of their situation.
If only she hadnāt lost her lightsaber. Safe to say sheād learned her lesson on that one; no lecture could ever be as effective as this unintentional trial in reminding her to keep track of it.
Oh, but she was not alone, after all. Her Master was here, and even if she was not conscious enough to use it, her lightsaber as well.
āIām only borrowing it, Master, I promise,ā she whispered, reaching into the older Jediās robes. Not blindly, as if she listened carefully, she could sense the soft hum of the crystal even if it was not her own.
The light of the saber lit the cave, and the situation didnāt seem as hopeless anymore.
Our little secret | Jamie x GN!Reader | 28 Years Later | 800, T
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Fandom: 28 Years Later
Summary: āHow long have you been like this?ā
You were supposed to turn three seconds after the bite.
Itās been nearly three months.
Prompt: June of Doom day 18, today we have... How long have you been like this + weak
Our little secret
āHow long have you been like this?ā
Your stomach twists as Jamie breathes out the words that you have been fearing ever since the infected got its hands on you. He should be putting distance between you. Should be drawing his bow. He shouldnāt even be talking to you right now, as instincts take over. Survival over sentiment.Ā
Survival over everything else.
Jamieās hands are warm against your ankle, turning the twisted, heated flesh so that he can get a better look. Youāre supposed to be making sure the clearing near the shore is still safe for a larger party to come across and gather firewood. With winter drawing close, itās only a matter of time before itās no longer safe to make the crossing, the cold making some of the infected sluggish while driving others to new hunting grounds. Itās always a precarious season, balancing the need to shore up the islandās food supplies with the risk of drawing the attention of wandering infected.
āNearly three months,ā you admit, the words like ash in your mouth.Ā Ā
His hands tighten, drawing a pained hiss from you. āThreeĀ months?ā
It shouldnāt take more than three seconds. Yet somehow, here you are, still talking, and walking ā well, limping ā and undeniablyĀ you.
āOne of the slow ones,ā you admit, the shame of it lingering in your voice. A fast one would have been understandable. Or one of the berserkers. But to have been caught unaware by one of the crawling, bloated monstrosities? āFell down a slope. Didnāt see one at the bottom, half under the leaves.āĀ
You should have smelt it. You were too busy trying to impress Jamie. To show him that you could keep up, just as well as anyone else.Ā
He peers down at it again, fascination warring with incredulity. Dark locks fall heavily around his face as he shakes his head. Youāre two days into what should be no more than a five-day round trip. It wouldn't be difficult for him to leave you behind. Itās not like anyone would question what happened.Ā
His thumb brushes over the swollen flesh.Ā
āThree monthsā¦ā Jamie murmurs. āAnd itās only your ankle?ā
āMostly,ā you confess. Jamieās eyes snap back to yours in an instant. āSometimes I feel tired. My leg goes weak now and then. Ankleās not been the same since.ā
Itās not enough for you to become a liability ā youād sooner get it over with and shoot yourself before dragging Jamie down with you ā but itās enough that, on some days, back home on the island, you canāt walk without a limp. On those days, you know better than to leave the house.Ā
Silence stretches between you, heavy with everything he is trying not to say.Ā
You shake your head. You donāt have anyone else you want to tell. Nobody who would miss you, should anything happen. Only Jamie.Ā
āGood.ā He stands, jacket rustling. The sound of the trees swaying draws his gaze, though itās nothing more than the wind. It takes you a moment to realise heās holding out his hand towards you. Watching. Waiting. āLetās keep it that way.ā
He pulls you upright carefully, slower now than before, slipping your arm over his shoulders once your weight threatens to buckle that bad ankle again. His grip stays firm around your waist as the two of you begin making your way back toward your makeshift camp.
Itās safer to stay up in the trees this time of year. Safer to turn in early, too, before climbing in the pitch black becomes its own death sentence.
āYouāre notā¦ going to tell anyone?ā you ask, soft words breaking the stillness between you.
Blue eyes flick towards you, before slipping back towards the horizon. āWhatās the point? āS not gonna help anyone. Might not let you back in. I reckon it can be our little secret.ā
Something tight and painful eases in your chest. āYeah. That soundsā¦ yes. Thank you.ā
He glances sideways at you then, expression twisting like heās uncomfortable with the sincerity of it. āDonāt thank me yet. Iām still winning.ā
You stare at him blankly. āWinning what?ā
āYou said you could beat three rabbits before we head back.ā
A startled laugh escapes you before you can stop it. Jamieās mouth finally quirks upward.Ā
āNext round of drinks is still on you ā even if that ankle slows you down.āĀ
The urge to kiss him is almost overwhelming. Of all the people who could have found out, Jamieā¦ you would have put money on Jamie shooting first, no questions asked. He squeezes your shoulder.Ā
The tight ball of worry in your chest begins to unravel. Maybe thereās still hope after all. For getting through this. For your silly little crush on Jamie. Not everything is lost, after all.Ā
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