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Starscream X Mech Pilot Reader

Author note: here’s chapter 7! Sorry it took me a bit and today’s chapter is a bit longer to make up for it. Been going through some stuff. No warnings for this chapter!

Chapter 7

Coming online by degrees, you take in a shaky vent. Your optics flicker and warning messages blare, taking up all the space on your HUD. Internal damage, low energy, unable to disconnect, major mesh damage. You wince as you try to sit up and see where you are. A servo coming up reflexively to hold your chest plates together. Your digits find a fresh weld there as well as an Energon patch, someone had done minor repairs on your frame. You slowly move your optics over your plating. There were a few more fresh welds. Your optics flick over to find a faint purple glow, and sitting there against the wall you were leaned on, was a cube of Energon.

After looking around some more, you see that you had been taken to some sort of cell. An energy wall separated you from a larger circular room with more cells around the outside. In the center was a terminal and an empty, bot sized chair. Groaning, you try to get to your feet. If they thought you’d trust the Energon cube they left for you after all of what just happened, they were sorely mistaken. You pointedly ignore the persistent ping of the low fuel level warning as it invaded your vision. In your cell there was only a bench. Cybertronians didn’t need water for anything and it seems prisoners weren’t kept alive for very long here. You manage to drag yourself over to the bench and lean back. The patch on your chest still has some Energon infusion left but you need to take stock of the damage done to your actual body.

It takes you a moment to remove the patch but when you do, it’s easy to see the damage. There were long tears in the mesh beneath and the plating had been welded back in place properly. Luckily enough, they had the sense not to weld the seams of the cockpit closed. This gave you access to the gel capsule where your body rested. Engaging the springs manually since the connection was severed when Shockwave had torn into your chassis, you gingerly lift the plating away. It looks about as bad as you had expected. Your body had dried blood on its forehead, there was some bruising. But overall the damage wasn’t that severe. The scuffle with Megatron hadn’t affected the connection. You let out a relieved vent.

Just then, a door slid open with a mechanical swish and in walked the boxy blue bot who had carried you. Soundwave, Megatron had called him. When his visor dropped to your slumped form, you quickly close the plating around your body and glare defensively. He was carrying another Energon cube in one of his servos. The other servo raised in what was supposed to be a gesture of reassurance. He spoke in a quiet tonal voice.

“Little one. You must refuel.”

You glare at him. Little one? This was absolutely not the picture Optimus had painted of the Decepticons. Not getting up or making a move to retrieve the Energon cube he’s already placed inside the cell for you, your optics never leave him. He moves closer, activating a button on the panel outside that opens a small window in the energy field so he can place the second cube inside. He steps back but continues to watch you, his expression unreadable. You try to speak but your speech synthesizer crackles and glitches. The damage Megatron did wasn’t severe but it had wrecked your ability to speak clearly for now. Still you grate out the words through gritted denta.

“Gg-go fr-ag yourssss- tryiing-to poissss-on m-me“

The incomplete sentence hanging in the air a moment before the mech turns away as if to walk out. Before he reaches the door he turns and points to the cubes, speaking one last time over his shoulder.

“Fuel: acceptable. Not contaminated. Refuel.”

With that he leaves, the door sliding shut behind him. You extend your hand in a rude human gesture that would mean nothing to him, but it made you feel better anyway. You can’t help but feel the empty tank of your mech scraping the last bits of Energon from its walls. A little couldn’t hurt could it? Dr. Antonov and the Cybertronian scientists he worked with had made your mech as close to an actual Cybertronian as possible. The biology almost indistinguishable from the alien species except for the cockpit in its chest. This included the nanites that were found within the lines of a mech. The self repair system. He wasn’t sure of the effects nanites would have on the human body at first, but after he discovered the tiny organisms wanted nothing to do with organic matter, he implemented their use in all of his creations.

Taking the cube in your servo you lift it to your olfactory sensors, detecting no poison. You tentatively slide your glossa out to taste the Energon. It tasted just as staticky as it normally does. Hungrily you gulp down the first cube. Systems start to come back online and your vision clears slowly after a few hours. Forcing yourself to save the second cube until you need it again, you lie down on your side with your back to the wall. Your wing panels tuck against your frame and you wait for someone else to return. They had kept you alive for some reason. Perhaps for information or study. At least they knew to keep you out of Shockwave’s lab. Shivering when you think what he might have done with you if the other two hadn’t intervened.

You think back on the times that Optimus Prime had discussed the Decepticons with the members of Project Archangel. There were five back then. Five working mecha and five pilots. He had called a meeting to inform all of you of the danger you were getting ourselves into. He told you everything. The 11 worlds already practically glassed by the Decepticons. How earth was the second to last world and they could have plans to terraform it into a new Cybertron. It seems their homeworld was now uninhabitable due to the chemical weapons utilized by the Decepticons. Optimus blames Megatron for the destruction of their world.

“It didn’t need to be this way. But Megatron had decided the only path to peace on Cybertron was to eliminate an entire generation of our people. He wanted no one left. Only those who were down with him in the pit. Only those who knew the same hardship he did.”

He went on to describe the war on Cybertron before they left. How entire cities were bombed to ash. Burning metal and ozone all that was left of beautiful architecture and culture. All the wealthy citizens didn’t last long under his reign. He took control of most of the planet and its resources before Orion Pax decided to lead a rebellion against his tyranny. The death told had climbed to heights he couldn’t have possibly imagined. Primus himself intervened and deemed the young mech worthy, awarding him with the matrix of leadership. A powerful weapon only wielded by someone who would use it for the right reasons. From then on, Orion became known as Optimus Prime. That is the short version. He talked for hours. You remember nearly falling asleep by the time he finished.

Though the thing that stuck with you the most was the fact that he and his followers had killed indiscriminately. Their rule, though short, was tyrannical. Just the kind of thing they were fighting against. You shook your helmet at the thought. Such blind rage was something you knew well though. There were wars on earth before the Cybertronians came. One of those wars left you without most of your family. Leading you to project archangel and Dr. Antonov.

Your thoughts were once again interrupted by the metallic swoosh of the door opening up and ped steps announced the arrival of a bot. You don’t lift your helm right away. Instead you leave your optics offline and listen. The bot uses a data pad to loudly bang on the outside of your cell making you startle. Your optics find a familiar smug looking face and a crooked smile. Starscream. He speaks, his voice a deep rumble in the circular room.

Let’s fix that, shall we? 

Masterlist

You were a year under Mirio, one of the big three in the second years, so of course you’re going to meet him eventually.

You’re teachers were the first to suggest sparring sessions, claiming it would be beneficial for both groups to fight with the best in the school and continue to push each other. Upperclassmen would be kept on their toes and underclassmen got a chance to fight more challenging opponents.

Immediately he knew he wanted to be your friend. Unlike your two cocky classmates, you were shy and timid, not at all eager to show off your quirk. Your shy and demure nature combined with your un intimidating posture led to him leaving his guard down, not wanting to accidentally hurt you and make it even harder for him to establish himself as a nonthreatening friend. As a result he got his rocks knocked when he fought you.

That’s what started his obsession with you.

It was early evening, by human standards, and like always you were in Rungs office. You and the Lost Lights' psychologist had come to an arrangement, while Rung sorted through his patient files you were able to read in a chair on his desk, taking full advantage of the peaceful atmosphere.

Initially, you had stuck to reading a chapter or two of your novel, then chatting with Rung until you had to turn in for the night cycle. As time passed and your crush on Rung grew you read less of your book, taking time from the narrative to sneak glances at his face. While he worked, he made interesting facial expressions, sometimes furring his eyebrows or even taking off his ‘glasses’ to fumble with his nasal ridge. You couldn't help but find them cute and endearing.

You watched as Rung made notes on a secondary datapad, leaning back against his chair. Every now and again his mouth (you believed he once called it his intake) moving as he reread a line on the first datapad. You swore that you could hear the sounds of his processer working through whatever problem was before him while his digits taped out steadily on the second datapad to his right. To you, these simple sounds had become a symphony.

“You know you’re gorgeous, right?” The words slipped out before you could stop them,

Rung looked up from his files, and you hurriedly returned your eyes to the page you had been reading about four minutes ago. You could feel his optics looking at you as if they were looking past your organic exterior and strait into your soul.

“My apologies (Y/N), did you say something?” you glanced up, Rung had a look of confusion and concern. Thank Primus he had been so focused he missed what you said.

“Oh, it was nothing” you could feel the heat rising on your face, “I was just talking to myself.”

“Alright dear.” The steady tapping of his digits filled the room once again. You loved that he called you dear, while you knew there was nothing romantic behind the name you heart still beat a little faster after hearing it. It was a term of endearment back on Earth, but you didn't know if it was one on Cybertron. You honestly didn't know a lot about relationships in Cybertronian culture, but sometimes it was nice to think the name held more meaning than a friendly way to address you.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” Rung had noticed you staring at your book, but not progressing through the pages. “You seem distracted.” You shook your head not daring to look into those beautiful optics of his.

“Its nothing, just some thoughts bouncing around in my head,” The chair creaked as you shifted your weight.

“If something is bothering you, as a psychologist and as your friend I encourage you to share what's troubling you.” Rung folded his servos together, signaling you that you held his full attention.

“Its-” you looked up, and when your (E/C) eyes met his optics your voice let out a whisper. “I asked if you knew you're gorgeous,”

“I suppose one could say my frame is-” Rung searched for the right word before continuing “-pleasing to view.” You watched as he shifted in his seat, obviously a little uncomfortable with the compliment.“I understand that on a basic level someone will find my frame pleasing, but I would not personly go so far as to say gorgeous.”

You felt anxiety building in your stomach. “I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I’m sorry, I really should learn to think before I speak.” you began to mumble to yourself, feeling idiotic as you shut your book and walked to the ladder at the edge of the desk. “I’ll go before I say anything else that could upset you.”

“Now wait,” Rung placed a servo between you and the ladder, making you stop before removing his servo from your path. “I never said you upset me; I was merely surprised. It has been a while since someone has complimented me so openly.”

You didn't know how to respond, considering he wasn't meant you hear you in the first place. “I just-I just spoke the truth, your very handsome Rung. In my opinion, you deserve to know the truth.”

“Thank you (Y/N),” Rung gently brushed your arm with his digits. “I don't hear that often, and it warms my spark that you think this old mech is handsome,” You felt a shiver journey from your arm to the rest of your body.

“No need for thanks, but I'll see what I can do to let you hear it more.” You felt more confident as you continued to speak. “Perhaps gentle reminders would do you good” Rungs fans came on quietly, a shy smile crossing his face. Rung pushed your chair back towards you and let you resume “reading” your novel. Before you could become too interested in the new adventure, you heard him speak.

Bucky Barnes X Reader Oneshot

Prompt: Remembering your story as you look over the city below.

Word Count: 538

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Im so happy to see that my last story got so much attention, so I thought I’d write another for you guys. Thank you for reading!

For once, it was quiet. The chilled air of the early Autumn morning kissed along your arms, relaxing you with every blow. (H/c) locks swayed in the wind gently in the wind as you sat looking over the city on the rooftop of your apartment building. You leaned back on your arms, savoring the sweet taste the morning air seemed to hold. This was, simply put, Nirvana. Complete and utter calm surrounded with the stillness of nature and earth as a whole.

Living in New York was one of the hardest things for you growing up. The always bustling streets of cars and people drew the anxiety out from the depths of you. It didn’t help that you had to keep quiet of who you really were. The nights you’d spent alone were almost haunting. You’d done unspeakable things, though it seemed to have ended.

You had once been known by the alias of The Siren. A ghost story, most had thought, but you were all too real. A soldier, controlled like a puppet, and trained by the infamous Winter Soldier. An agent of Hydra, brainwashed and owned. Unlike the Soldier, you were what people called a mutant. A person with a mutation that gives them extraordinary abilities. Yours however was your voice.

The most beautiful thing anyone had ever heard, hypnotic and intoxicating to the listener. You had lured a many targets to their end with only your voice. The past you held was haunting and alone. You could never help it when your mind would sink back to the dark past.

You took a deep breath and gazed along the city.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you ran. You had been found out about and were a target for your now ex boss. The brunette man held onto your hand as the two of you continued to run together. He guided you away from your captors, to a place far away. You could remember the look in the baby blue eyes that reflected a calm ocean when you confessed your interest in each other. The secret dates and kisses. Now you ran away with him. Your teacher, now your lover.

The sudden creak of the door pulled you from the memories, looking over your shoulder to meet the eyes you found refuge in.

“Doll, what are you doing out here so early?” He asked, his voice gruff from waking up. The voice that seemed to make you smile no matter what. You took a step closer to him, taking his hand in yours.

“I was just... reminiscing.” You responded, pausing to find the right word. (E/c) eyes looked up to his crystalline eyes that made you feel safe. A small smile graced your lips as he pulled you to his chest, holding you close to him.

A/N: This is not going to be a Negan blog I promise I’ll have other things up I’m trying to move as fast as I can with my writing. 

Warning: Just sweating (its negan lets be real) but nothing really 

"Negan please" You say looking up at your annoying husband. Negan shakes his head smirking, "baby cakes what did I just say? No means NO." He says trying to leave your shared bedroom.

You frown at him, "Neegy Poo you know I never ask for much and I'll never ask you to do it again." He shakes his head smiling, at the nickname as his hand reaches for the doorknob. You quickly run to the door on from the other side of the room. Negan smiles even more looking down at you, showing his very handsome dimples. "Really sweetheart Neegy Poo? I'll be back y/n..."

Your eyes start to fill with tears when he blows you off like that this wasn't the first time. Last week he left you alone in his room while, he went the Alexandria to do a run. THAT ASSHOLE DIDN'T EVEN SAY, "sweetie something came up I'll be back. I promise and stay beautiful until I come back for that sweetness."  Honestly it made you mad and hurt that he just ignores you like. But today the way he acted made you feel like he didn't care about you anymore.

  Negan stops talking to you when he realizes your too quite. Normally that's a sign something is wrong. He turns around to see why you stopped responding ,only to see your eyes fill with tears. Negan runs his hands over his beard immediately becoming stressed. It was written all over your face it was about to be a bad day. "Honey can we not do this right now I have to go deal with some shit." Stepping towards you taking your small hands into his large ones gently.

You stop your "crying" (we love an actress here) that you took years to master. Looking into his eyes trying to see if you see some guilt in his eyes. And like you knew it would he slowly starts to cave. "Negan are you honestly going to leave me after making plans to spend time with me." Your husband closes his eyes and sighs to himself choosing his words wisely. "Y/n I don't want to leave but I gotta go. You understand don't you sugar? I mean I can't leave Simon to do the shit, and without me this place will fall apart. You don't want that do you?" The tall man says staring into your e/c into his deep brown ones. After his little speech you nod slowly with some tears still coming. 

"Hey hey I can't have my best girl crying" the fearless leader says wiping away a few stray tears. Shaking your head he smiles a bright smile, the one that made you fall for him in the first place. But that wont distract you from your goal to keep Negan from breaking his promise.

 Once Negan finally got you to stop crying he already is going for the door. That whole act you gave didn't do anything, it  wasn't enough to stop your husband. Silence takes over the room as your tears continue, taking a deep breath you say. "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO LET ME STAND HERE AND CRY!" You say waving your arms around as you go on your rant.

As for Negan he just watches you be dramatic as usual. He chuckles you stop and look at him still mad. Placing his hands on your hips smiling," Why is my girl mad now? What can I do to make you happy again?" You look up into his stupid charming face, as you slowly start to smile up at him. "I want you to let me try out some make!" You smile even more as his smile falls flat shaking his head. "Y/n really you want that? I'd rather you make me walk around in your heels!" Letting go of your hips Negan picks you up making you stop smiling. Setting you on the floor away from the door, he laughs shaking his head at you.

"Ok laugh all you want but if you leave I won't speak to you! So leave if you want Negan!" You say marching over to your shared bed, with both arms folded looking directly at the wall.  

Negan being the man he is chuckles at your childish behavior and runs his hand over his beard." Baby I know your cute as shit and everything but..DAMN! You been very needy little girl!" He says with his hands in his pockets. You don't make an effort to look at him, "If you want to leave be my guest. I won't stop you go be with one of the other women here!" You say now raising your voice which you never do. Negan face drops again he walks over to you kneeling. You don't bother raising your head, to even look him in the eye.

"Y/n...look at me." Negan says looking directly at you as you stare down at the carpet on the floor of the room. It's a really nice navy blue color which you never noticed and it's very pretty.

No movement from you due to the fact you can't bring yourself to do what he ask of you. "Oh so you think you have a choice?" He grabs your chin gently looking into your eyes. Seeing how upset you really are, leaning in close to you. "Do you really think i'd go with any of these ugly rats?" Tears slowly trail down your cheeks as you shrug. "Well I can tell you right now when I asked you to marry me I meant it. Have I ever lied to my girl? Huh?" You shake your head as Negan begin to smile at you. He kisses your nose then forehead.

The door swings open before you could say anything. Negan's head whips around to see what dumbass came in without knocking. Which is a major rule he enforces in the sanctuary except for you since. He's very used to you walking in places without knocking. And knows it's pointless to tell you not to walk into room without announcing it. 

Simon peaks his head inside without knocking, "Hey Negan I need you too look at the plans for tomorrow and Tuesdays attack...."  Simon stands in doorway looking at his clipboard with is pen sitting on a stack of paper. He looks up seeing your face and Negan's face twist into irritation. Negan stands to his full hight looking at Simon.

"Well fuck me can't I have a few minutes ALONE with my lovely wife! Without you getting blue balls without me! HUH? WHEN I'M WITH HER THAT MEANS YOU HANDLE SHIT!" Negan yells at his right hand, you look between both men seeing Simon flinch. At his scolding from his boss seeing as though he always obeys. Simon nods after Negan's rant and then, leaving Negan and you alone again.

Running his long fingers through his hair shaking his head at his braindead worker. "I swear he can't do the simplest shit without me! Fucking asshole ruined the moment for me!" Your husband says sighing deeply as he turns back to you. "I'm sorry sweetheart. But you see what I have to deal with that's why I was going to leave. You know if I could I would just stay with you all day."

It was like Tommy had given up. You hadn't seen him or heard from him in days. You finally got up the nerves to go look for him. There was no use in sitting around and waiting for a man. So, you went to his house, his office, shit you even went to his aunt Pol's house but you couldn't find him. No one would tell you where he was. Not even Ada. Unsatisfied with your results you returned home. All you could think about was what happened a few nights ago. ***

You were shocked to see Tommy waiting outside of your house when you returned home from work. He looked stressed. Being seemingly his only friend you had to deal with most of his stress and anger, but that's what made your friendship so wonderful. He was open with you. After years and years of very hard work, you were able to earn his trust and break down a few of his walls. It took you a lot of time and demanding work but in the end, it was worth it. 

You had strong feelings for the blue-eyed devil, but you knew it was a one-way street. You were his friend and nothing more. You were reminded painfully every time he came over to vent. He would go on and on about Grace and how frustrating she was. How he wanted to give her the whole damn world but how she didn't even want it. Hell, she didn't even want him. She was a married woman after all but she had buried her way into his heart when she was spying on him for Chief Inspector Campbell. "Tommy." You acknowledged him as you pushed past him to unlock your front door. "[Y/N]." Your name rolling off his tongue sent a shiver down your spine. You loved and heated when he said your name. You pushed the door open and walked in leaving him to follow you inside. You took off your shoes and tossed your coat and purse into a dining chair. You heard him push the door closed behind him. His stepped echoed off the walls as he made his way into the kitchen. "Tea or whiskey?" You asked as you filled up your teapot with water. "Tea," He said taking a seat at the dining table. His comment made your stomach sink. Tommy loved having a glass of alcohol to drink while he decompressed. He only had tea when it was really bad. When he knew he couldn't rely on alcohol to get through the night.

"One of those nights?" You asked turning to look at him as you sat the teapot on the stove. "One of those years." He shook his head and gave you one of his fake smiles when made you scowl. You kept quiet as did he as you got the tea around. You weren't much of a tea drinker, but it was nice to have something to keep your hands busy as Tommy talked about other women. Your mind wandered to what Grace could have said or done to make Tommy so on edge. Or maybe it was another woman occupying his mind tonight. You placed his teacup in front of him and pulled up a seat across from him. It was nice to have something in between you two. You weren't sure how well you could manage with nothing there to keep you from touching him. He took a sip of his tea before he started.

"I can't do this anymore." He stood up abruptly and started making his way toward the door. "What?" You called after him. You stood up and caught his hand before he could leave. He quickly snatched his hand away from you and turned around to face you. "You're driving me crazy [Y/N]." You shivered at your name again. "Fuck, the way you move, your beautiful [E/C] eyes, shit even the way you say my name. It's driving me crazy." You were lost for words. You didn't know what to say. You were driving him crazy? You didn't do anything to him. If anything he was driving your crazy with all his talk about a married woman that only used him. You didn't have any time to say anything to him before you found his lips on yours. You didn't even realize he had gotten close enough to kiss you. His hands held your face in place as his lips moved quickly against yours. It was messy and rushed kissed but it didn't stop it from being wonderful. He pulled away quickly and pushed himself from you. "Fuck [Y/N]. I shouldn’t have done that. I'm sorry." "It's okay." You had somehow found your voice. "I love you." You didn't know if this way the right time to say it, but you couldn't let him leave without letting him know how you truly felt. "Fuck!" He yelled this time and pulled you back to him. Your lips meet together with a burning passion. You didn't know how but it was already way better than the kiss you just shared. You pushed your hands into his soft black hair as he ran down your body pulling you closer to him. He pushed you back into your living room and you found the back of your legs against the air of your couch. He pushed you back onto the couch giving you time to breathe. "Tell me to stop." He whispered as he started unbuttoning his shirt. "Do you want to stop?" You asked and pushed yourself back falling onto the couch. "I don't think I can." He looked at you with dark hungry eyes. You never saw such a look on his face before. It made your core tighten and your face feel hot. "Then don't." You knew you were playing a dangerous game but you couldn't help but taught him. He launched himself on to you. He kissed you until you were breathless and then moved down on to your neck. He nibbled down the neck as his hands traveled up your legs. ”I want you so bad.” He breathed down your shirt. You felt dizzy from his confession.

The night was a blur and a passion. It was just you and him making fiery love until you bother were sore and tired. You didn't even remember falling asleep. Your last memory was you screaming his name as you had the strongest body trembling orgasm ever. It was just you and him for who knows how long. Nothing separating you. Nothing holding you back from what you always wanted to do. You woke up that morning alone and cold. No clothes, no blanket, and no Tommy. You looked around the house but didn't find him or note anywhere, so you took and a nice hot bath and waited. You waited for him to come back. You wait for him to call. You waited for days. ***

You felt abandoned. You put yourself out there. You told him how you felt and you thought he felt the same way. It was obvious that he regretted what happened. Why else would he be hiding from you? That night you found yourself crying. You felt stupid for crying because of a guy, but you couldn't help yourself. If you would have known this was going to be the outcome you would have stopped him. It was painful. Rejection hurt, especially after coming so fucking close. After having a taste of what could have been. When the morning came you washed the tears off your face and got dressed and went on with your life. There was no more time to be wasted being sad. You were determined not to let this keep you down which was harder said than done. You pushed through your day and work and even went to the bar afterward. It was hard going back to the same house where everything had happened. After a few drinks, you went home and were horrified with what you found... who you found. "I heard you were looking for me," Thomas said leaning against your front door with a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. "No shit." You crossed your arms over your chest. This man knew how to get you fired up. "You shouldn't curse. It's not very ladylike." He put his cigarette out with his shoe and walked closer to you. “Fuck you.”

You wanted to smack him for talking to you like that after he had disappeared for a few days after what had happened between you two. You almost did smack him but then you saw his face. His eyes were red and he had bags under his eyes like he hadn't been to sleep in days. Then you smelled him. He reeked of booze and cigarette smoke. He clothes where sloppy and his hair was tossed all over his head. He reminded you of a crazy drunk. "Are you okay?" You quickly made your way to his side wondering how he was able to stand in the state he was in. "Yes." He clearly lied not looking at you. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "You should go home." You didn't feel like being lied to and if you were honest with yourself just looking at him made your heart hurt more. "Why were you looking for me?" He asked ignoring what you had said. "Why do you think?" You both knew why you were looking for him, but he didn't respond. "Why did you leave?" You were straight to the point. You wanted answers... you needed answers. "I didn't know what to say." You thought of a million things that he could have said; starting with 'I love you too' or ' I don't love you'. At least you would have known where he stood. "Do you love me?" Your voice shook as you asked. You were unsure if you could handle a blatant rejection. For the first time that night he looked at you. He truly looked at you. He saw your tired red eyes. He saw how you half-ass got dressed. He saw that you wore flats instead of work heels. He saw that your hair was a mess and barely put together. He saw what he had done to you... what he was doing to you. Looking at you made a tear escape from one of his eyes. "I don't want to hurt you." He muttered still looking at you. "Then don't." You brushed the tear off of his face. "Do you love me, Thomas?" "Of course I do." He took your hand into his own. He never realized how soft your touch was until that moment. "Then why did you leave?" "Fuck [Y/N]. I'm Thomas fucking Shelby. Head of the Peaky Blinders. Nothing I do is legal. There's no room for love in my life. Hell, I thought about throwing it all away. All for you." "I'm not asking for you to throw anything away. I love you for you." “I know love, but I want to be a better man for you. It's terrifying." "Thomas Shelby terrified?" You smiled at him. "Damn right." He said proudly. "I'll never be good enough for you [Y/N]." "You already are." You pulled him down into a kissed. He kissed you hard not with lust but with love. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

“Marry me?” He asked. You laughed and pulled away.

“We haven’t even started dating.”

“Marry me.” He repeated staring into your eyes.

“What about Grace?”

“To hell with Grace. I only ever talked about her to make you jealous.” He placed a hand on your check.

“You bastard.” You wanted to be mad, but you only felt joy.

“I love you.” He said getting down on one knee. He pulled a ring out of his coat pocket. It was a smile gold ring with a small oval Sapphire with a smaller diamond on each side. “It was my grandmothers. I was scared I lost you and I never want to feel that way again. Will you marry me?”

So sorry this took ten years and I feel it’s not even that good haha. I hope I didn’t misinterpreted it, and if I did, let me write you another one :) @negans-baby

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WARNING: this fic contains mentions of suicide and scars. If you are not comfortable please do not continue.

You had started working for the Black Hat Organization as an intern after graduating from the academy. You had degrees in both engineering and chemistry and were eager to work under one of the best evil scientists the universe had to offer. However there was one person that worried you the most. The boss, Black Hat, was a villain known for conquering different universes and being the most accomplished villain in the history of villainy. He wasn’t known for being kind or compassionate and that was present in the way that he treated his staff. There were two others that lived in the mansion: a science experiment turned cognisant who they called 5.0.5 and a feral looking woman named Demencia. You had been there for almost a full year and became pretty close with your co-workers. Business had been going pretty steady too as more and more villains enjoyed the work that you and the doctor, Flug Slys, were churning out day after day. Little did anyone know that you had a rather troubled past with your family and friends. No one understood how you felt when growing up and going to the academy. Everyone seemed to be so successful with their own evil pursuits. However you were dealing with a world of pain all on your own. Back in those days, you thought you deserved pain and suffering so you brought it upon yourself late at night when you thought everyone was asleep. You would’ve just ended everything there and then but you didn’t want to bother anyone with the clean up, so you didn’t.

Questions had started pouring in for the company to answer. You had been tasked with sorting them out and weeding out the important questions and the not so important ones. There were probably a million about Black Hat and if anyone had seen him naked. This made your face grow red hot. After throwing out those questions, you continued sorting through the most important ones. Most of them included questions about the company and the various projects that were to be expected. Flug too was sorting out questions on his computer and he propped up his head with a hand. He received a message on his phone and he sighed and got up. He looked irritated and turned to look at you.

“Boss needs me for something. I should be back soon then. Keep sorting out the questions and I’ll join you later.” With that he left the lab and you were alone with your thoughts. It was only ten minutes later that Flug returned. He seemed exhausted from working and he sluggishly made his way back into the lab.

“Boss needs you for something” he then sat down in his desk.

“What for?” You were puzzled wondering what Black Hat could possibly need with you.

Flug shrugged his shoulders, “didn’t say. Just that he wanted to see you.” He rested an elbow on his desk and then placed his head on his hand. Flug went back to scrolling and you felt completely confused.

“He could’ve just messaged me” You said with a little annoyance.

“Yeah well you know how he is” Flug didn’t look up from his work. Deciding not to leave your boss waiting, you made your way up the stairs from the lab and into Black Hat’s office.

The walk there was agonizing as you wondered what could’ve been so important that needed you to abandon your project and assist him. You sighed in defeat as you knocked on his door and felt your breath hitch in your throat as you heard Black Hat answer.

“Come in” His voice was low and seductive and beckoned for you to come closer. You did what you were told and you slowly opened the creaking door. There was a large chair that sat behind a desk that had stacks of paperwork on it. One would wonder why a being such as Black Hat would spend all his time with trivial work. It was almost as if he was searching for something; that he was bored with destruction and conquering.

“You wanted to see me sir?” You asked sheepishly with a tint of fear in your voice. Black Hat could tell and he motioned for you to sit down. You walked into his office and chose one of the chairs to sit in on the other side of the desk. It sunk with your pressure and felt cold to sit on. Black Hat paid no attention to your question.

“How are you liking it here?” He asked wanting to know a little more about you. It felt forced in some way, like a boss quizzing their worker. That’s all it seemed to you anyways.

“Yeah, it's fine.” You answered and then there was silence. The air seemed stale and you felt an immense amount of pressure weigh your mind. Black Hat folded his hands on his desk and hummed to himself.

“Mmhm…” He began. “I have a couple things I would like to discuss with you.” Your face flushed wondering what kind of trouble you could have been in.

“Hold out your arm.” He commanded and you did what you were told. It didn’t register in your mind that he wanted you to roll up the sleeve of your lab coat.

“Roll up the sleeve.” He was short with his words and it was a bit alarming. You shook a bit in your seat and after a long pause you finally did what you were told. Your arm was covered in scars, most pretty old with only a couple more recent.

“It is customary” he began, “That I know about any ailments that my employees may have. I’ve seen all of Flug’s and Demencia won't stop showing me whatever she can of herself anyways…” he trailed off in disgust. “But I would need to know how you got them so that I can punish whoever gave them to you. It is what I do so that they know that when you work for me, you are in some ways under my protection. It makes an example and sets a precedent.” In some ways Black Hat seemed to care, but he was good at making everything seem like a double meaning.

“So then. Who gave them to you?” You frowned and looked down. You didn’t want to say, but it needed to be done for you couldn’t lie to your boss and you knew this.

“I did” you paused and fiddled with the sleeves of your lab coat. Black Hat was stunned but didn’t show it. He had a bit of an incline and had heard about humans doing such actions to themselves when they weren’t happy.

“Now, (y/n), what would ever give you a reason to do such a thing?” Black Hat was calm and asked smoothly. You bit your bottom lip.

“Well quite honestly, I don’t have one. It just seemed right at the time.” You avoided eye contact with him because you were sure that he would say or do something to you and that prospect was frightening. Black Hat’s frown deepened. He had come to feel a close connection to you, even if you hadn’t seen it yet. He sat up from his desk and moving closer, he lifted his jacked and sat on the edge of his desk. This was alluring in more ways than one and your face lit up.

“You don't do that anymore do you?” He asked furrowing his brow.

“No” You responded truthfully and looked up at him with large eyes. For a second you could’ve sworn you saw a smile flicker on Black Hat’s lips. But as soon as it was there, it was gone.

“Good.” Black Hat wasn’t sure what to say next. It was his turn to be flustered.

“And if you..” he started again, “need anyone to talk to, consider me a reliable option.” He confused himself with his kindness and he watched as you fidgeted in your seat.

“I will” you smiled up at him. He nodded and pat you on the shoulder as your face deepened in its state of red.

“I’m glad. Now, get back to work, I’m sure you have a lot you need to finish” He stated and tried to go back to his normal self. You stood up and nodded with your heart beating louder in your chest. It felt like you had a weight taken off of your shoulders and was pleased to have someone on your side, even if for a little bit.