#this drabble

(Ft. Robin, Acheron, Blackswan, Feixiao)

Y’all this came up to me while in class the voices told me to write this okay or else they’ll delete my accounts 🥲

Also, Beauty amidst Death will have an update. I’m just cringing at the fact that I decided leave it in strange place and am wondering how to continue it…

GN!Reader as usual. I want all sides to be happy

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Robin

It’s… weird?

Well, she does get the usual fans declaring their love to her and all but somehow you’re different??? Like what-

Nowadays, whenever you two hug she’s always a blushing mess! And how come she just noticed that you’re… really, really close…

Too close…

There’s like this feeling on her stomach whenever you two are together. It doesn’t matter if it’s a call, a meetup, or just hanging out! It… It’s always there!

And whenever your name is mentioned her ears perk up! Like… what did do you to her?!

Eventually she’ll consult about these feelings with Sunday but he just chuckles it off, leaving her to guess what it is. (At least give her a hint!)

Though the answer would come knocking at her door

It was a simple gift

From you

There’s a little note etched into the cover

“For someone that means so much to me :)”

Opening it revealed a pretty little necklace

With a Dove as its Pendant

…come to think of it don’t they represent something?

She’s sure it was something about…

Peace…

Freedom…

And Love!

Wait…

Love…?

Oh

Oh

She slowly covers her face in embarrassment

Why… did it take her so long to figure this out?!

Aeons, she’s so dumb!

“All this time I was in love with them…”

Acheron

She’s met many people

Countless if you will

But why…?

Why is it that in this ever current flow of forgetting and remembering…

She just can’t seem to forget your lovely face?

She’ll rush to the libraries, read the news, heck, even threaten ask the greatest philosophers on what this feeling means!

Perhaps that Memokeeper knows something…?

Oh forget it!

She’ll tackle this head-on!

…by asking you herself.

“Ah… so that’s it is… Love.”

Black Swan

Hmm… what a quaint feeling she’s having when you’re around

Love, isn’t it?

She’s only seen and heard about it… but not once has she ever had the chance to have a feel…

…would you reciprocate these feeling as well?

Although that possibility comes in mind…

She’d rather hear it from you than face the harsh reality of rejection

Then again…

Would her as a whole be enough?

She’s never considered using her body to charm someone, let alone the person she has come to love…

Perhaps…

Perhaps you will

“The possibilities are endless… but I’ll never stop it from blooming.”

Feixiao

She’s rather perplexed

Wait- no… yeah no that actually works-

All it takes was one glance during her walk and now she’s stumbling on her way to work with this… strange feeling

There’s no point in running away, she already has Moze tracking you down

She’d talk to Jiaoqiu about this, only receiving a shrug and scraps of determination to “find it out herself.”

Cheeky Foxian…

Hmm…

Maybe she should ask from the source itself?

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You lay in bed, already done with today’s schedule when you notice a shift in weight on your waist

Your eyes hesitate to open

“That’s not a good way to greet guests, isn’t it?”

Moving won’t help

“Look at me.”

You’re met with such a pair of eyes you can’t even begin to describe them

Scary? Beautiful? I think that shouldn’t be your main concern right now-

“I’ve got a question…”

Her grip tightens on your shoulders

“What did you do to me?”

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“Then stop drinking it.” 

“I’m sorry, have you meant me?”

“Unfortunately.” Sam shot back, causing a glare to be thrown in his direction, behind flat, brown hair that hung over Bucky’s forehead. Sam smiled, stretching under the covers, letting the so called duvet fall over his eyes. 

“This is genuinely the worst thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Then stop drinking it.” Sam told him, voice muffled by the duvet.

“No.” 

Child. 

“James.”  Sam groaned, considering throwing a pillow at the man perched on the desk. 

“It's not my fault, you were the one to introduce to me to the wonders of modern coffee.” His voice was closer now, and there must’ve been a slight pout to his lips, given the tone of voice. 

Sam hummed. 

“Can you please just come here?” Sam asked, adjusting how he was situated just a bit. 

“On it, Cap.” Bucky muttered, pouring the rest of the god awful coffee into his mouth, before sliding into the bed next to Sam. 

“No more ‘Cap’ shit. I’m too tired to be thinking about all of that.” Sam complained, but welcomed the security of Bucky’s arms around him. 

They settled in a silence, Sam head resting in the curve of Bucky’s neck. 

“Wanna talk about it?” The mission. The mission, that shouldn’t have ended the way it did. Sam was there, Sam could’ve fixed it. The mission, where 8 innocent people lost their lives. That was Sam’s job, to protect the people that couldn’t fight the battles he could. 

And Bucky was there. Bucky knows. Bucky watched it all go down in slow motion, while Sam felt like he was in the world's cruellest action movie. 

So, really, Sam doesn’t wanna talk about it. Because Bucky was the one on the ride to the hotel, where Sam had done nothing but sob. Because Bucky was the one that stopped the car in the middle of the drive, just to hold Sam. Because Bucky, no matter how hard Sam insured he wouldn’t, somehow Bucky cracked his armour down. So, really, Bucky knew everything Sam had to say about this. 

“There was nothing I could’ve done.” It felt like the first time he had to use those words. When Riley fell out of the sky. When he’d lie, because pity made him feel worse. 

“You don’t believe that.”

“No, I don’t. But you do, so I think that's enough.” Sam didn’t need to see Bucky to know he had cracked a smile. He lifted his head, capturing Bucky’s lips in a small kiss.

why are you trying to hurt me like that