#зима x reader

[yuellii]

could you maybe write something with zima/зима :3? i loved your writings with neuvilette!!!!

“ Now... now I'm going out for a walk... The moonlight is... beautiful... It's good for writing... Maybe... you should try to write a poem too. ” — zima / gn reader

There’s a particular silence in the air in which you have yet to get accustomed to; but for Zima, it was his comfortably preferred state of existence.

He does not speak a word to you in the middle of this cold expanse, the top of his cheeks a snowy pink hue as the bottom half of his face is buried warm under the top of his coat. This old, stone bridge was icy, yet it was glimmering under the brilliant moonlight. A mere simplicity his eyes followed—from the cracks of stone to the sightless ocean, from the ocean to the cloudless sky, and from the sky to the lonely moon. A serenity that encompassed nature; also only a serenity that encompassed you.

You, who encompassed his blanking mind of ethereal solace no poet could ever portray.

Due to his nature of silence, though it does not register to him—perhaps it does not occur to you how lines and lines of the prettiest sentences form in his head just at the sight of you, nor the penmanship inking the inner folds of his sleeves. They were stained with all the words he can think of to describe you, and all the rhyming lines that rivaled you to the royalty and to the heavens. He was quite dramatic at heart… But you didn’t need to know that.

No, not when he can barely form words around you. Not when sometimes, he has too many words to say and he cannot speak a single one of them. Not when you cloud his thoughts with foreign phrases—so admirably, and so helplessly lovestruck in analogy—he can’t even begin to try and translate to English. And so he keeps his mouth shut under his coat, choosing a silence he knows so well.

He sees you stop at the top of the bridge from his peripherals, halting in his steps to join as you stare out into the moonlit ocean. You were just as cold as he was—he could see it in the crinkle of your eyes; but when your head leans to rest on his arm, there’s a beating of his heart that makes him feel warmer than a fire.

“Are you cold?” you ask, gently like the brushing waves below.

“…No.”

It’s so artful, painfully woven like ribbon around his eyes, like he’s blinded by your brilliance in rivalry to the moon. Any poet would kill for a muse like you.

Yet, he still can’t find the words.

Maybe one day, he’ll be able to ink something. Maybe one day, his pen will be able to form something as beautiful as you are. But for now, in this present moment ( from the moon, to the stars, to the ocean, and to the ever-gleaming ice framing perfectly around the Earth ), even all nature were utterly minuscule to the way he thought of you.

🕰️ ;; thankyew anon for liking all my neuvillette fics because i hope they are clear to show how absolutely deranged and delusional i am over him ( insanity )

[seruadoric]

clinginess .

incl . medpoc , x , pavia , zima , horropedia , 6 (six)

synopsis . how do they deal with clinginess, how compatible are they with a clingy s/o?

content . romance , headcanons , ooc (??) , gn!reader

MEDICINE POCKET is very clear about their boundaries; they do not take crossing them lightly. while you are their lover and significant other, they still make a line that you should not cross.

. though, a contrary belief is that medicine pocket would reciprocate your manner. i believe that either way, medicine pocket would find your behavior endearing.

. medicine pocket would often let you work alongside them - that is, if you don't mind. they would let you take notes for them, telling you to 'do as i say,' or 'write down what i say'.

;; OVERALL medicine pocket would be ( somewhat ) compatible with a clingy partner. just as long as you don't bother them as they're working, they would enjoy being in your presence and having you cling onto them.

X is rather indifferent to this. unlike medicine pocket, he does not necessarily have a sense of boundaries; he does not mind whether you cling onto him or not, he acts just the same.

. x is used to charming people with his personality and looks, so he did not seem to take notice of it at the start of your relationship. he found it amusing, and would oftentimes return your gestures.

. there is a chance of x taking advantage of this scenario to make you test his inventions for him ( of course, he makes sure they're safe to try first ) but otherwise, nothing serious.

;; OVERALL i find x to be a sort of 50/50 in this case. he could be considered more compatible, but there are some contradictions in my head. he is pretty questionable, really ...

PAVIA doesn't want anyone digging into his business. he doesn't want you asking him questions about his work knowing you wont get any answers, he would be happier with someone understanding of his boundaries and line of work.

. i have a headcanon that his wolves get clingy whenever they're hungry - so pavia is quite used to clinginess already. in general, he wouldn't mind if you were touchy with him. you could just lay your hands on his chest, sit on his lap randomly, and he wouldn't care all that much.

. the only problem that pavia has with this is the countless questions you ask him. about his past, about his work - he dislikes having someone pry into his personal life. other than that, he really just doesn't care.

;; OVERALL i don't exactly believe he's all that compatible with a clingy s/o. yes, he likes your touches and affection, but he does not need you smothering him! he needs to do his work as a mercenary, and prefers keeping you out of it.

ZIMA would have to take time to warm up to your clinginess at first. he appears awkward and gruff at first, but eventually would be willing to engage in it.

. he was but a lonely poet before he met you, with nothing but wild animals to keep him company - he considers himself lucky to have you in his life. about your clinginess, he does not mind it much.

. physical affection isn't something he's used to, and it's something that you introduce to him. he has no trouble in showering you with words of affirmation and small gifts, but he's quite iffy with other love languages.

;; OVERALL zima enjoys bathing in the warmth of his lover, a deep contrast to his life in the cold. i believe that zima is one of, if not the most, compatible with a clingy s/o.

HORROPEDIA is completely inexperienced, but that doesn't stop him from reciprocating your affection.

. he'd get caught off guard each time you touch him - he just doesn't strike me as the guy that's really used to physical touch. sure, eventually he wouldn't start to mind it much, but at the start of the relationship he's a bit sheepish with it.

. when he starts to get used to it, he likes to return your affections. he'll often have you by his side, but there are still times where he needs some time alone. if you can respect that, the relationship will be long-lasting.

;; OVERALL compatible! he enjoys your presence, and you enjoy his too. horropedia does not have any objections to your clinginess, and likes being showered with your affection.

SIX does not know how to deal with your clinginess. is he supposed to entertain you? he was more used to blending in with the background, he is unfamiliar with your touches and affection.

. six is curious by nature, and he starts to wonder why? he could understand it from a medical standpoint, and it's not like he would really mind your clinginess - perhaps you have some emotional wound that you would like him to heal?

. unless it bothers you, six wouldn't be as affectionate. he's been so closed-off and distant from his friends, learning how to love and be affectionate towards somebody again must be hard for him.

;; OVERALL makes a decent couple. while six takes a lot of time and space to get used to it, he likes your affectionate gestures, despite not returning them as much.

before you ask ' wheres diggers !? ' DONT. HES TOO UGLY I JHATE HIM !!!! ( /j i don't understand his character and am too lazy to write for him ) i will be posting another part of this !! the next part will be including the girlies next :33

likely going to be editing this soon ... this has got to be my worst work broa 😭

[akutasoda]

Plspls Зима x russian reader? :3

a poet speaks from the heart

synopsis - general hcs with Зима and russian reader

includes - Зима [Zima]

warnings - gn!reader, reader is mentioned to be russian but only at some parts, fluff, slight pda, wc - 314

↪first off, being russian makes communication much easier. he struggles with speaking in any other language so this would be a great weight off him.

↪but that being said, even if you were from elsewhere he would try his absolute hardest to learn your language orif you wanted to, he would help you learn his.

↪ additionally, he can tell you his poems straight away. he doesn't need to translate them and he can immediately share them with you. plus it seems to have more meaning this way.

↪but not much would change. sure being russian meant mainly easier communication with him but even if you weren't he still love you the same.

↪ he's very new to relationships and love as a whole. while he is well versed in it from poems, that doesn't really translate well into a real relationship so he would still be figuring things out.

↪but he tries. and he shows his love in various kess obvious forms. such as reading his poems to or quality time.

↪100% his love language is quality time. at least one of. it doesn't even have to be much. it could just be you and him cuddled up next to each other wherever.

↪but he definitely isn't into pda. he might try if you like pda, but for the most part he hopes your fine with him not doing so well with it.

[stellar-skyy]

Hellooo!! May I please request Зима as a lover? Just sweet fluff with how he caught feelings, how he expresses his love, silly things about him, headcanons, etc. I hope this wasn't too confusing and I'm super sorry if I broke one of the rules, you can just ignore this if I did. Thank you so much nevertheless!!

WINTER ADRIFT — Zima x reader.

i. SUMMARY: Zima as a lover. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: None! iii. NOTES: Fluff, so fluffy, headcanons, gn!reader, 0.7k words. iv. A/N: Hiii anon!! I was really happy to write this, I love this silly little man. Thank you for the request! ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ

Zima is a very serious looking person. He doesn’t smile often, his words are few and far between, and when he does speak it is quiet and under his breath.

Despite this somewhat intimidating appearance, Zima is a very soft person at heart. He adores his little bird, his notebooks filled with scribbled poetry and other writings, and of course you. 

You, who appeared in his life as quickly as rainfall, bringing a certain light that he’d never experienced before. You, who split his life into two: the Before, and the After.

Before, he was a lonely poet wandering the Far East, with no one but wild animals to keep him from complete isolation. There was only his bird, his poems. It was a quiet life, one that let loneliness seep in far too quickly for his liking, but it was predictable and calm.

And then came the After. Before, he didn’t mind the solitude. But After—After, he couldn’t bear it, because he’d finally gotten a taste of what it was like to not be alone.

Zima’s days turned from sitting still for hours, writing diligently in his notebook, to walking alongside you through trees, watching the snow fall against his windows together, and baking bread in a kitchen far too small for two.

He fell for you very quickly, even if it took a while for him to realize it. It was only when he reflected upon his notebook and its contents, and noticed the sheer amount of writings dedicated to you. He doesn’t quite focus on his work after he’s penned it, so it was easy enough for the poems to be composed and then tucked away into his mind without realizing how many of them were a reflection on his feelings towards you.

By the time the two of you were properly together, he had already written enough to spill the contents of his heart ten times over.

He’s a very early riser, so he always ends up waking up before you. When he wakes up, he likes to look over at you; to watch your chest rise and fall in a careful rhythm, and observe the way your lips slightly part with every puff of breath. He’ll brush a hand over your forehead first, moving any loose strands of hair out of the way, before pressing a quick kiss to it.

Physical affection isn’t easy for him—in fact, he’s rather shy about it. He would prefer to hold your hand or chastely kiss your cheek rather than be overly affectionate, but if you ask for a hug or kiss, he won’t refuse.

(He gives amazing hugs. Just tight enough to feel secure without being restricting, and warm enough to keep away the winter chill.)

Even if he wants to shower you in sweet words and compliments, he isn’t flawless in the language and sometimes his speech fails him. Talking out loud is more difficult than writing, so the loving compliments he does give you are to be treasured.

Instead of words, he leaves you with gifts. A poem, dedicated to you. Wildflowers, picked from the snow and tied together with a ribbon. Baked foods, each more delicious than the last.

He’ll spend hours with you, not talking, just existing in the same space as him. If you sit with him long enough, you’ll be able to hear quiet mumbles under his breath as he becomes fully absorbed in his writing.

He knew he loved you as soon as the animals became as comfortable around you as they were around him. It began with his bird, who despite being all but glued to his side ever since they had met, decided to land on top of your head and settle in your hair. Next came the rabbits, and the ferrets, and then all of the rest of the creatures.

Those animals were his companions, his friends. It was inevitable they would love you just as much as he did, and seeing them warm up to you so quickly was only further proof that you were the one for him.

Seeing you sitting there, with his bird nestled into the crook of your neck, a fox curled on your lap and an elk resting at your side…

He can’t think of a moment where he’s felt more content.

“Hmm? What are you smiling about?”

“Ah… it is nothing… you simply look… perfect."

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[yandollies]

UPCOMING WORKS && IDEAS

Hello, pretty things <3 My name is Naaji and I'm a hypersexual writer, writing to get some of my thoughts and feelings out instead of letting them sit. My pronouns are he/him and I'm a gay trans man, so most of my writings will either be male reader or gn reader. That being said, anybody regardless of gender or sexual orientation is welcome to interact :3

I don't take requests, but you're free to leave thirsts / brainrots anytime! If I find the concept interesting I might write a little drabble or some hcs about it ^_^

WARNING : This account will contain smut and possibly disturbing topics written by a minor. I don't care who interacts with me, but if you're uncomfortable with this please leave for your own sake <3

Moving on to more of what I'll write...

I will be writing smut and dark content such as: yanderes, underage sex (between two minors), large age gaps (18 & late 30s / 40s ?), threesomes, character x reader, character x character

(PS: I might also add some of my own hcs to the writing just because I love my hcs and I want everyone to know)

However, I will also write fluff or familial relationships (platonic) every once and a while! (And maybe angst if I'm feeling it)

Some fandoms that I'm into and may write about are: Bungou Stray Dogs, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Reverse 1999, Final Fantasy, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Heaven Official's Blessing, Pokemon, Omori, The Legend Of Zelda, Devilman Crybaby, Fairy Tail, The Summer Hikaru Died, Project Sekai, and Alien Stage

Some of my favorite characters to write for are: Kaedehara Kazuha, Shikanoin Heizou, Scaramouche / Wanderer, Freminet, Neuvillette, Wriothesley - Fukuzawa Fukichi, Oda Sakunosuke, Nakahara Chuuya, Atsushi Nakajima, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Osamu Dazai, Edgar Allan Poe - Blade, Dan Heng, Aventurine, Gepard - Pavia, Зима, Shamane, Horropedia, Forget Me Not - Adaman, Volo, Bede, Gladion, N, Kieran, Guzma - Till, Ivan (The boyfriends..,.,..) - alot more I can't list all of them

Some of my favorite ships: Kawoshin, Ivantill, Soukoku (specifically 15!skk), Kazuhei, Wriolette, Kazuxiao, Suntan, Sunflower, Cactiflower, Sunturine, Sunhill, Akiryo

I will also likely write about some ocs of mine or just unnamed character concepts.

Some things that I will NOT be writing: minor x adult, smut containing young children (1 - 12 yrs old), r-pe, SA, noncon, stepcest / incest, kinks containing bodily fluids or anything like that (piss, scat, vomit, sweat, etc. Sorry.. just not into that)

Masterlist coming soon !!!!

Reminder that I am a minor and I do have school and other things going on in my life, so posts might not be that frequent .. Sorry lovelies </3 Goodbye for now !! ^_< ♡

[diggersapologist]

Welcome to diggersapologist, an 18+ Reverse: 1999 x reader blog!

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This is an 18+ Reverse: 1999 x reader blog run by a married couple who has sunk far too much time and money into the game...

Your mods are...

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The both of us have characters that we write better than others, including:

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but we aren't afraid of doing others, just send a request!

WE WILL ONLY DO CHARACTERS THAT ARE 18+!!!

We look forward to writing for you!

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[thinkingaboutlifefornow]

The brave little ghost

Chapter 3

Bucky x reader

Warnings - Violence

(( I never thought I’d enjoy writing before this, but I actually look forward to getting home from work to write these little chapters. I hope those that are reading this are enjoying it. Just a piece of my imagination down in text. ))

…….

“Lilac, Damsel, seventeen” you were coming round suddenly aware of many bodies in the room.

“Ghost” your eyes flash open, your mind only filled with very few things

“What is your name” the man in front of you, you remember as Sir, asked.

“Phantom” you replied in a rehearsed manner.

“Who are you” he asked in a way that he didn’t seem sure of the answer you were going to give.

“HYDRA property” the rehearsed speech came through again.

……..

Your memory was so fuzzy from all the times they had wiped you clean. Every now and then snippets would fall through and most of the time out of your mouth if you were around Winter. Sometimes he would immediately let the leaders know, but sometimes he would slip. This became almost unnerving, you are starting to learn to read the signs.

When he had a fresh wipe he was a robot, no emotions. Yet still somehow he remembered you, almost like you were the memory slipping through. When he hadn’t been to that room for a while he became softer towards you, and your conversations became hushed to hide away from prying ears.

You had left that room and made your way towards the training gym, informed that you were to train with The Winter Solider. A name you knew but with no emotions attached.

“здравствуй, маленькое привидение, готов повеселиться?” Hello little Ghost, ready for some fun? He asked with a hint of joy in his voice.

“Привет, Зима, готова почувствовать боль?” Hello Winter, ready to feel pain? Your voice robotic.

“Ты всегда немного оживлен после вайпа” you’re always a bit lively after wipe, he sighed. Looking slightly defeated before training had even begun.

You watch him take careful steps circling his prey. Listening to the sound of his steps and breathe.. he’s going to lunge… right.. now!

You jump to the side and in the same motion just as his body is inline with yours you slam a hard kick into his ribs, he stumbles ever so slightly before regaining himself. Next thing he tackles you into the wall as hard as he could, hitting your head hard against the wall.

A women with red hair, drinking wine in a kitchen. A memory slipped through.

You blinked pushing it away focusing on the task at hand, beat the man in front of you down till he couldn’t get up.

With him pinning you up against the wall by your waist he looked up at you, and you took that second to slam your head into his as hard as you can.

“You’re brave little ghost” it was a memory again, from another training session.

He loosened his grip for a second, and in that moment you sunk down between his arms and through his legs. Standing up behind him you pushed his body as hard as you could into the wall to create space.

He turned to look you in the eye. “You’re brave little ghost”

You blink, but that was a memory. He’s said it again. Has he said it before? How many before’s were there?

You were angry now, emotion slipping through. His face looked ever so slightly proud, you hated that.

You ran at him, as you wound your fist back to sock him straight in the jaw. He grabs your wrist before it could land, you should’ve calculated this, you should’ve seen his movements coming. You’re slipping and you couldn’t let it show.

He pulls you close by your wrist, then as he lets go he lands a kick straight to your stomach sending you down landing on your back.

“Stay down little ghost” he warned

You watched him walk over to your body on the ground, and just as he gets close enough you swing your legs under his, swiping him out from under.

You pounce landing on top of his body, you grab your knife from it’s sheath on your thigh in the same movement and bring it to his throat.

“Stay down Winter” you glare at him.

…….

[friendsoup]

Halloo. I absolutely love your recent dikke x reader fic. It was so so so cute to read that it make so happy. I really love dikke and your writing is just so damn lovely (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)❤️ thank you for spending time to write such a lovely fic

If is okay may i ask do you write medicine pocket? Or perhaps other than dikke what reverse character you write for?

AHHH thank you so much!!! these words mean the world to me!!! thank you so much for your support!!! when it comes to reverse characters, I'm willing to try any of them! while I worry some might be wildly out of character, I like to push myself when it comes to writing. my only boundaries is that I won't write romance for characters under 16. And I'll only write romance for characters under 18 if explicitly asked.

I do have a bias though... Dikke, The Fool, Зима, Tennant, John Titor, Druvis III, and Click are my favs... As for Medicine Pocket, I would be willing to try them! You'll have to forgive me if it's a bit ooc though... (^^;)

[nikolay1]

зима

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Zalgo x fem! reader

TW: abuse, slight mention of sex, mental torture, possession.

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The first time you and zalgo interacted was in a fancy restaurant where you worked as a waitress.

you worked as a waitress, as you went back and forth you always felt a piercing gaze on your back.

you always felt a penetrating gaze on your back, at first you decided to ignore it, but soon it became very uncomfortable for you.

you, at first you decided to ignore it, but soon it became very uncomfortable for you, as you passed by you looked for who had been watching you so furtively.

who had been watching you so furtively. Finally, you found him. It was a man,

dark, tall, muscular and with beautiful yellow eyes.

He smiled at you and you smiled back. You approached him and asked him if he needed anything.

he only asked for a glass of cold water, you looked for it immediately and when you got to his table...

when you got to his table... something happened, you had spilled the glass of water on him,

it was as if your arm wasn't yours, you tried to apologise to him, but it didn't do you any good.

no use. He made a HUGE scene and demanded to see your manager. As luck would have it, you only got

you were docked 2 hours pay, ok you had 2 hours docked, but you were still keeping your job, you mistakenly

but you were still keeping your job, you mistakenly thought. The next few days, it kept

it was like your limbs were not your own, you spilled drinks, food, desserts, on some customers,

spilled drinks, food, desserts, on some customers in just 2 days, after the 4th time you were fired.

you were fired.

You were desperate, the rent due date was approaching and you barely had enough to pay for something to eat.

You applied for jobs at multiple places,

You found a small temporary position as a dishwasher at a fast food place.

It was temporary and didn't pay very decent.... But it was either that or end up on the

the street.

Everything seemed to go well for a while until it happened again, while you were washing dishes, a co-worker came over to help you.

a co-worker came over to help you and you broke one of the plates on her head.

you smashed one of the plates over her head. You hadn't done that on purpose, your arm didn't look like it wasn't yours.

It was as if you were being manipulated like a puppet.

As expected, you were fired and your ex-partner almost sued you.

Finding another job would be almost impossible, as someone started spreading rumours about why you were fired.

rumours about why you were fired, among the most famous of which was that you killed your partner.

which was completely false, you knew it, but they didn't and they didn't want to listen to you.

and they didn't want to listen to you.

One day, when you arrived at your flat after another failed interview,

you found all your stuff outside, your landlady was kicking you out, apparently she hadn't received your rent money.

you swore you had sent the money, but your landlady didn't give a damn.

but your landlady didn't care.

Now you were living in your car and desperate for a job, you couldn't stay with your parents or one of your

you couldn't stay with your parents or any of your friends, you didn't want to be a bother to them.

And this was zalgo's chance to act.

Using one of his proxies, he lured you into his castle of horrors with the promise of a well-paid job.

promise of a high paying job, you were broke and needed the money,

so you foolishly accepted with no questions asked.

You can keep fooling me.

You were walking back to your car after that successful interview excited about your new job

You woke up in a silk bed with this six-foot monster staring at you, you screamed in terror and tried to run away,

you screamed in terror and tried to run away, but he was quicker and caught you before you could even touch the knob.

you could even touch the doorknob. Your small attempt to escape from him

resulted in a `little punishment`, after that you quickly learned to comply with his demands without

his demands without any kind of protest.

He kept you isolated, only a few of his proxies were allowed to approach you,

but only to give you food or water. You were like a maiden trapped in a tower with no escape

with no chance of escape.

Now you were trapped, trapped in this huge glass castle with this monster and his servants, trapped in this

monster and his servants, you couldn't remember the last time you talked to your friends, the last time you could remember the last time you could

friends, the last time you could hug your parents, the last time... you felt what it was to be free.

what it was like to be free.

He treated you like a doll, a doll that he could show off to other monsters

like him. You of course didn't like that behaviour, but you couldn't do anything without ending up in a basement with chains.

anything without ending up in a cellar with chains and small but painful wounds all over your body.

all over your body.

Hands in your pockets, like you always hide them.

You soon adapted to him, you could have anything you wanted, except your freedom. But you

you didn't want any of that, you wanted to be free, you wanted to hug your parents again,

you wanted to go back to your friends. But that would be impossible.

After a time when you were good eh you did everything as he demanded,

he began to trust you a little more, letting you wander around certain areas of the castle,

always supervised by one or two of his proxies of course.

Listen to me, you can never escape from here, you were mine from the moment I saw you in that restaurant.

restaurant. You are my property. Honey, it hurts me a lot more than it hurts you, believe me.

You're my most precious doll and if I have to hurt you to keep you with me,

I will do it and no one can stop me. ``

He said this to you after mentally torturing you for asking him if any of you had ever been hurt.

Zalgo had made it VERY clear that if you set foot outside the castle you would regret it.

of the castle you would regret it.

It's dangerous, so you'd better take a step back.

You were always covered with bruises and marks from him claiming your body, you felt dirty, you

dirty, you bathed multiple times every time he finished giving you what he mistakenly called ``love''.

wrongly called ``love''. His ``love`` consisted of showering you with jewellery and expensive

expensive things, showing you off and abusing you, You couldn't stand to be there anymore.

You'll become a sultana if you keep bathing every three minutes."

``What do I disgust you so much that you take a bath every time I touch you? ``

"Stop crying, it was just a few strokes.

"I'm dying of love somewhere.

For the time you were in the castle you only wondered what you had done to deserve this.

deserved this, you cried silently every night while that monster clung to you with his enormous

clung to you with his huge arms.

Why are you crying?"

"Don't you love me?"

"It's no big deal."

Even when he gave you space, you knew he was still there, watching your every move as if he expected you to

you made as if he was waiting for you to make a mistake.

Don't hide your eyes, I know you're there'' One day, someone got careless... You saw that little carelessness as an opportunity

and you didn't hesitate twice before running like hell into the forest behind the imposing

the devil into the forest behind the imposing castle. It wouldn't be long before

No, I don't want to let go of everything.

You just ran and ran through the dark forest, tripped over a branch and fell down a small cliff.

you fell down a small cliff, you didn't care how much damage you got from the fall or how much cold you felt in your

how cold you felt in your body from the snow, you kept running through the snow not knowing if what you crunched through the

you didn't know if it was the snow that was crunching or your bones, you were longing to finally be free.

to be free. You were sick of it all and your heart was just burning hard.

You didn't know how long you had been running, but you made it to a highway,

you felt a piercing gaze behind you, he was watching you...you knew it and you just

you ran faster across the highway and through the snow until you reached a familiar place.

You were freezing to death and you just wondered if they would let you visit them after all this time.

you wondered if they would let you visit them after so long without communication.

You tried to take a few more steps when the house disappeared and your body couldn't take it anymore.

you were now in the forest, again, you felt their eyes on you again.

you again.

He appeared in front of your limp body, he just looked at you, you knew what awaited you once you returned to his castle.

Once you returned to his castle of horrors, you just wanted to die.

legs with his inhumanly huge hand and dragged you across the floor.

Did you really think you could escape, honey I told you before, you are MY property, you belong to ME.

property, you belong to ME`` as he spoke and scolded you for your attempt to escape from his clutches you just

escape from his clutches you just wished you had never been accepted, you wished you never

you wished you had never come close to that man with the yellow eyes, you wished for many things.

but what you wished for most was to feel the warmth of your parents hugging you again.

You hadn't seen your parents in years, even though you didn't have the best relationship with them.

after deciding what career path you would take, you still missed them and wanted to go back to them.

that would be a hundred times better than this.

I'm freezing in the cold, can I visit you?

I'm sick of everything and my heart burns indifferently".

You could no longer bear the cold and the pain, your body could not take it anymore, before you lost consciousness you could only see the

before you lost consciousness you could only see the snow falling.

[yuellii]

“ The... inspiration always comes at night... till now. ” — zima / gn reader, for @st-pavlov-foundation winter event

Day 18 — Sweaters / Blankets

“There’s… snow,” says he.

His nose scrunches up as a snowflake tickles his skin upon its wake, and almost instinctively does he bury half his face under his scarf. And that’s when the presence of his garment makes him realize that it is something you lack—a source of warmth to shield you from this growing cold. Zima hurries to push you back inside, shutting the door in a panic.

He’s only recently begun to become considerate.

Twenty-nine years of being beguiled by Earth’s nature, and yet it’s taken him this long to truly notice the little things. Little things, such as the slight goosebumps lining your arms, or the pajamas you still wore, or the lack of warm clothing on your body. Years ago, he might’ve not noticed how warm he was compared to you, or even how your neck did not carry a scarf like he did. He might’ve been inconsiderate.

“The first snowfall,” you hush excitedly nevertheless. “No wonder it’s colder now, even inside.”

You shiver from an opened window, and he stays silent, the slightest of pouts ghosting upon the line of his lips. That was when you almost toppled over, a sudden weight dropping down on your shoulders with no remorse as a spread of heat enveloped the back of your body. It seemed almost like an attack if not for the scent of pine filling your nostrils, as well as the pale arms that carelessly dropped the coat onto you.

( Good intentions, truly—but that execution of his might’ve been terrible. He’s certainly more observant than he was before, but there might be a few more things he still needs to learn… )

Your hand dashed to your shoulders to quickly catch the top of the coat before it slid off your body, Zima not realizing he actually had to adjust the piece of clothing before leaving it on you. The shyness of his fingertips proved hesitant as they stuttered in its movements just to help you; he only figured the warmth of his coat would help you, but only ended up cursing himself for not anticipating this drawback.

“But,” you muttered closer to him, burying half your face onto the top lining of his coat, “Won’t you be cold?”

( His heartstrings strum, just an ever-so slight melody in the air. It’s as he buries half his face in his scarf, just as you do the same in his coat. You’re matching. He finds his lips smiling inside his scarf. )

He hums in incoherent thoughts, muffled words reassuring, “‘M fine… I’m… Used to snow.”

Zima catches your eyes lower to the flush of his cheeks. He wonders what you’re thinking about. Surely, it’s something more interesting than him.

“Let’s get blankets and hot chocolate?” you propose.

“Hm?”

“So that we’re both warm.” There’s a smile on your face: One that he can see clearly from your eyes alone, and not your lips that still his themselves under his coat. He’s never thought a person could smile like that before. He needs to write this down.

But he stays silent, stringing words of rhyme and of natures in love that you’ve so dangerously planted in his mind. And he blanks out, comfortably indeed, mindlessly allowing you to pull him along as you prepare blankets and hot chocolate mugs for him to learn even more about warmth.

This blanket… It suddenly felt lovelier shared with you.

[akutasoda]

Hello!! Can I request for Зима x pianist!reader? I think the dynamic of it would be fun :))

poetical melodies

synopsis - sometimes hobbies and passions align perfectly

includes - Зима [Zima]

warnings - gn!reader, reader is a pianist, fluff, wc - 377

↪while zima cared little for any hobbies you had, the little joy you would show toward them made him care more and more. but playing piano seemed to intrigue him as he did have a slight fondness for them.

↪if he were to be more specific, he enjoyed the more classical pieces. so if you knew how to play them - specifically his favourites - he would enjoy sitting in the room with you and using it as inspiration for his pieces. he would note that they always became his favourites.

↪but regardless he did enjoy simply listening to you play. it was comforting for him as he normally would like to listen later at night as he could focus on your playing and really immerse himself.

↪eventually if you agreed, he would start requesting you to learn certain songs that he either enjoyed or he could reminisce upon songs from his homeland, even though some memories were less than desirable.

↪and it went the other way around as well. a common past time for you and him would be him reading you his poems. while most the time it was in russian as he struggled with his english, you had gotten to the point where you could guess what he was on about even if you couldn't speak russian.

↪but because of this he did try and learn a bit more english or whatever language you spoke as sometimes he felt bad for you not being able to understand. but in some way it added more meaning to the poems.

↪he may be interested in learning piano after a while. it seemed somewhat calming to play, no matter the struggles to actually learn in the first place. and if you ever agreed to teach him, i can imagine him being naturally very good at it.

↪and if he ever learnt properly you two would definitely would do duets. practicing pieces that you two played in sync and those would also be his favourites. just anything you two did together would be in his memory forever.

[hoteldreamss]

Don't say you're over me 1

Hvitserk x reader (x ivar)

Часть 2 // Часть 3

Ты была рядом с Иваром и Хвитсерком, когда они решили, что должны отомстить за Аслауг и завоевать Каттегат обратно.

Тебя терзали сомнения касаемо войны между братьями Лодброками. Но их желание мести было правильным. И ты всегда была близка с Иваром и, может, немного с Хвитсерком.

Но постепенно ты стала намного ближе с Хвитсерком. Особенно когда Ивар сделал королевой Фрейдис, а потом объявление о её беременности заставило его вовсе забыть о тебе. Хвитсерк, конечно, не ревновал Фрейдис к своему брату, но он видел, как Ивар начал называть себя богом и искренне верить в это. И тогда старший Рагнарссон понял, что его младший брат переходит все границы.

— Я давно тебя не видел, Т/И, — произносит Ивар, когда подходит к тебе и Хвитсерку, пока вы сидели за столом в большом зале, со всеми, ужиная и выпивая.

— Я была занята своим домом, Ивар, — произносишь ты, невольно улыбнувшись, когда вспоминаешь истинную причину своего частого отсутствия на небольших пирах нового короля.

Хвитсерк кладёт руку тебе на поясницу и приободряющие улыбается. Ты не была так глупа, чтобы верить в милосердие или доброту Ивара. И ты предполагала, что Хвитсерк не может подумать о том, что его брат проявит к тебе свою собственническую натуру. Даже если Ивар одержим другой женщиной.

— Значит теперь у тебя новый дом? — Ивар заметил, что Хвитсерк также стал реже появляться в зале.

И он мог сложить дважды два, он заметил твоё отсутствие и своего брата. Ему ничего не стоило, чтобы сказать своим людям проследить за тобой и Хвитсерком, чтобы убедиться в дог��дках.

— Я могу вас только поздравить, брат! — Ивар смотрит на Хвитсерка, а потом переводит взгляд на тебя.

Ты готова поклясться, что Ивар не особо рад этому. Его взгляд полон озорства, как в тот момент, когда он заливал раскалённый металл в глотку священнику. Тогда ты поняла насколько безумен был младший Рагнарссон.

— Спасибо, Ивар, — Хвитсерк искренне рад, пока ты и Ивар смотрите друг другу в глаза.

— И я бы хотел попросить тебя отправиться к конунгу Олафу Толстому.

— Сейчас? — Хвитсерк усмехается. — Сейчас же зима. Как наступит весна, я сразу смогу отправиться.

Ты чувствуешь лёгкую тревогу. Пока Ивар улыбается, а Хвитсерк выглядит немного потерянным. Ты тянешься за выпивкой, отведя взгляд от Ивара.

Народ вокруг вас продолжает веселиться. Смех, песни и отрывки разговоров доносятся до тебя, заставляя на пару секунд отвлечься от накаляющейся ситуации между братьями и тобой.

— Эти дела не ждут, Хвитсерк. Рано или поздно Бьёрн или Харальд захотят напасть, и мы должны быть готовы.

Ивар не отступит, и ты прекрасно это видела и знала. Но Хвитсерк уверен, что его брату просто важно иметь больше воинов на своей стороне. Хви слишком рад за вас, слишком счастлив, чтобы снова открыть глаза и понять, что происходит с его младшим братом.

— После свадьбы, я отправлюсь к нему, — соглашается Хвитсерк и взяв твою руку в свою, оставляет поцелуй на твоих костяшках, пока переводит взгляд на тебя.

Твои губы искажаются в милой улыбке, а глаза наполняются теплом и любовью, когда ты смотришь на своего будущего мужа.

— Значит, скоро у моего дорогого брата свадьба! — Ивар кричит об этом и все люди в зале радуются.

Он поднимается со своего места и хлопает Хвитсерка по плечу, когда подходит к нему ближе.

— Поздравляю, Т/И, ты получила то, что хотела, не так ли? — с усмешкой говорит Ивар, наклонившись к тебе.

— Я получила даже больше, — произносишь ты, прекрасно понимая подтекст его слов.

Ты не станешь врать. Хвитсерк стал для тебя чем-то большим, чем просто другом, или же братом твоего друга. Если бы не он, ты бы могла покинуть город, не желая больше быть рядом с Иваром. Но вы с Хвитсерком просто узнали друг друга лучше, и он влюбился в тебя, был верен тебе, и ты ответила ему взаимностью.

Вы были нужны друг другу. Вы любили друг друга и наслаждались всем этим.

Ивар уходит от вас, направляясь обратно к своему трону и своей королеве. Пока ты провожаешь его взглядом.

— Ты выглядишь встревоженной, всё в порядке? — интересуется Хви, посмотрев на тебя с волнением.

Он всегда знал, что ты любила Ивара, была предана ему сердцем. Но сейчас ты сидела рядом с ним, смотрела на него с любовью, и этой ночью он завладеет твоим телом снова. А ты отдашься ему без остатка, как обычно. Ваш дом был общим, и на этой же недели ты выйдешь за него замуж. Он не мог быть счастливее, и просто старался забыть о твоих чувствах к его младшему брату.

В конце концов, ты никогда не признавалась, это были только догадки и не больше.

— Поговорим дома, хорошо? — просишь ты, оставляя быстрый поцелуй на его губах и отстраняясь. Твоя улыбка слабая, но это всё на что ты способна, чтобы сделать вид, будто тебя ничего не тревожит.

Ночью Хвитсерк не так пьян, как ты могла бы предположить. Но он ласков и настойчив, когда дверь за вами закрывается.

— Я так сильно люблю тебя, — он почти шепчет, держа свои тёплые ладони на твоих щеках и продолжая целовать тебя.

Ты невольно хихикаешь от того, как он трётся своим носом об твою щёку.

— Ты ведь любишь меня? Скажи, что любишь меня, — его голос надломленный, отчаянный.

И ты не понимаешь такой потребности, только хмуришься от замешательства.

— Хвитти, почему ты спрашиваешь? — ты немного волнуешься за него, но стараешься свалить этот вопрос на эль и медовуху, которую вы пили.

— Потому что я знаю, что ты любила и может ещё любишь Ивара, — он говорит это тихо, почти не слышно, прижимается своим лбом к твоему.

Он готов услышать, что ты всё ещё любишь его брата, но он будет счастлив, если ты скажешь, что также любишь и его. Он не будет против делить тебя, если ты останешься хотя бы так с ним. Ему просто нужно, чтобы ты любила его, даже если он не будет единственным для твоего сердца.

Твои ладони скользят к его шее, ты оставляешь медленный поцелуй на его губах, но не углубляешь его.

— Я любила Ивара, пока не поняла, что он не испытывает ко мне того же. — Ты опускаешь взгляд. Тебе раньше не приходилось говорить о своих чувствах или заявлять о них. — И я очень благодарна тебе за то, что ты был рядом со мной, когда я чувствовала себя не нужной никому. И я люблю тебя, Хвитсерк. Я бы выбрала тебя, между… кем угодно. Потому что ты единственный, кто мне нужен.

Твой взгляд встречается с его. Хвитсерк видит, какая ты уязвимая сейчас перед ним и не может не оценить это. Он счастлив с тобой, и то, что происходит с его братом может уже не так сильно его волнует. Конечно, он думает о том, как решить проблему с жестоким королём Каттегата, но ты с ним, и ты всегда помогала ему, заставляла его не сдаваться и верить в самого себя.

— Мы поженимся уже через две ночи, — говорит он. — Я уже жду момента, когда смогу заполнить тебя и сделать беременной.

Ты довольно улыбаешься. Хвитсерк хотел видеть тебя матерью своих детей, и ты не могла не желать того же. Хотя может ты была взволнована и напугана, но не хотела его расстраивать.

Ивар любил Фрейдис. Она единственная, кто искренне верил в его божественность. Хотя ты всегда верила в величие Ивара, ты ни раз говорила ему, что есть вещи, которые не могут просто принадлежать ему. Ты говорила ему правду. Ты говорила ему честно и искренне о всём, о чём он просил.

Но сейчас он чувствует себя не так, видя, как его брат женится на тебе. Ты ведь могла бы выглядеть такой же красивой и прекрасной рядом с ним, разве нет?

Он знал о твоих чувствах, догадывался и может испытывал что-то похожее, пока не появилась Фрейдис. Потом он и впрямь забыл о тебе. Она проникла в его сознание и сделала его мысли однобокими, неправильными.

И теперь он должен просто радоваться за тебя, он знает. Он знает, что должен радоваться за Хвитсерка.

Но он не может.

Он также не может тебя отпустить, когда ты говоришь ему, что собираешься покинуть Каттегат.

Фрейдис была в покоях Ивара. Пока ты с ним сидела за столом и говорила ему, что встретишься с Хвитсерком за пределами Каттегата. Сказала, что пойдёшь навстречу Хви, через день. А после, вы может уедете, покинете родные земли.

Ивар не мог предполагать твоего предательства, хотя ты знала о том, что собирается сделать твой муж. Вы договорились, что ты направишься навстречу войску, которое он приведёт. И ты не могла считать себя предателем, может ты просто не рассказала то, что могло даже не произойти.

Это война братьев Лодброков, не больше и не меньше. Ты не причём здесь, тебя лишь волнует то, что ты желала сохранить свою жизнь и жизнь своего мужа.

— Почему ты хочешь уйти? — спрашивает Ивар, кажется, искренне не понимая твоих желаний.

— Ты же знаешь, почему. Я не собираюсь тешить твоё эго, как делает это твоя жена. Мне не нравится жить в городе, которым управляет тиран.

Ивар потерял ребёнка. Совсем недавно, он сомневался во всём после этого. Сомневался, что сделал правильный выбор и, что Фрейдис была всегда верна ему и любила его. И волей или нет, но он вспомнил тебя. Вспоминал каждый день, думал о вашем прошлом и о том, что нужно было быть смелее или может не таким слеп��м.

Его сны стали иными. Теперь он даже в них видел тебя. Свою отважную Т/И, которая всегда была на его стороне, даже когда он был не прав и вы оба знал это, ты всегда была рядом.

— Ты снилась мне. Сегодня. — Он разрушает молчание между вами, поднимает на тебя взгляд и надеется найти там заинтересованность, тот блеск, или непонятное ему чувство, что он видел в тебе раньше. Со временем он понял, что ты смотрела на него всегда с восхищением. Как влюблённая девушка.

Но сейчас твой взгляд был пустым. Ничего не показывало в твоих глазах прежних чувств к нему, потому что их больше не было.

— Ты хочешь, чтобы я спросила, что именно снилось? — сухо, без агрессии, спрашиваешь ты, глядя на Ивара. — Просто скажи то, что хочешь сказать.

Он усмехается. Фрейдис никогда бы так не сказала. Он всегда подыгрывала. Всегда говорила то, что он хотел слышать.

— Мы были на том поле, о котором знали только ты и я. Сидели под тем большим деревом, и ты кормила меня персиками, — произносит Ивар, отведя от тебя взгляд и кажется вспоминая то, что видел. Он выглядит немного потерянным, не таким придурком каким был, когда чувствовал любовь к своей "идеальной" жене. — Их сок тёк по твоим рукам. Ты была такой счастливой.

Твои губы чуть заметно дёрнулись в улыбке. Но ты быстро себя одёргиваешь.

Ты долго была в печали после того, как Ивар представил новую королеву Каттегату. Тебе не хотелось быть королевой, но тебе хотелось быть с Иваром, если бы не Хвитсерк, ты бы была слишком опечалена ещё долгое время.

— Чего ты хочешь, Ивар? — ты набираешься терпения и сил, чтобы не сказать ему, что всегда была счастливой, когда вы оказывались на той зелёной поляне вдвоём. — Я не понимаю тебя. Раньше понимала, но теперь, кажется, нет. Поэтому не говори намёками.

После того, как он назвал себя богом, как начал запугивать людей, ты перестала его понимать. А после того, как он сжёг заживо тех, кто не считал его хорошим королём, ты вовсе посчитала, что теперь этот человек тебе чужой.

— Я не хочу отпускать тебя, — произносит Ивар.

Твои губы расплываются в улыбке, а взгляд наполнен печалью.

— Ты не властен надо мной, Ивар. Потому что ты не бог, потомок, может быть, но не бог.

Он только кивает. Ты не знала отпустит он тебя или нет, предполагала, что пошлёт своих людей убить тебя, но он этого не сделал.

Ивар приказал людям схватить тебя и заковать в цепи. Ты была в небольшой хижине, рядом с большим домом Ивара. Он нацепил на тебя цепи, и говорил, что хочет, чтобы ты была здесь. Говорил, что Хвитсерк вернётся, и он отпустит тебя к нему, а потом вы просто останетесь. Конечно, Ивар не подозревал, что ты знаешь о планах своего мужа и может даже Ивар не верил, что Хвитсерк может предать его. Не верил, что его старший брат способен на что-то большее, чем быть чьим-то пёсиком.

— Не смотри так на меня, — произносит Ивар, когда проходит к твоей кровати.

Теперь на тебе не было цепей, только окна с прутьями и запертые дверь сковывали твою свободу. Рабы приходили к тебе, заботились о твоём состоянии, а снаружи был стража Ивара.

— Бьёрн снова станет королём Каттегата, — произносишь ты. — Ты не сможешь долго сдержать их.

До тебя дошли слухи о первом нападении Бьёрна, Харальда и Хвитсерка.

— Они не нападут второй раз. Я уничтожил большую часть их ещё при первой попытке. И они не могут проникнуть сюда. Думаю, твой муж приползёт на коленях ко мне, моля меня, чтобы я отпустил тебя и простил его.

Ты не удивишься, если Ивара не свергнут. Наоборот. Ты даже немного уверена, что Ивар останется королём, его ум сильнее, чем у большинства людей. Даже не смотря на яд Фрейдис в его сознании.

Но тебе не хватает сил озвучить свои истинные мысли.

Ты ничего не решаешься сказать касаемо его войны с братьями.

— Что ты сделаешь со мной? — интересуешься у Ивара.

— Не знаю. — Он пожимает плечами. — То, что мне станет угодно.

Ты могла только ждать его решение. И надеется на то, что Бьёрн одержит победу, и ты снова увидишь Хвитсерка.

Ты и впрямь увидишь его ещё раз, только на этот раз на других землях.

— Он держит её взаперти. Она желала уйти, но он решил запереть её, — произносит Фрейдис, смотря на Хвитсерка. — Её двери всегда под наблюдением. И она, скорее всего, прикована.

Ему было достаточно этого, чтобы набраться решительности и быть уверенным в том, чтобы пойти против своего брата ещё раз.

Хвитсерк желал увидеть тебя, найти в ближайших домах, но даже в дальних он тебя не обнаружил.

Потому что ты была с Иваром. И об этом Хвитсерк узнал от одного из служителей своего брата "Бога". Того человека, который будет публично казнён или изгнан.

Ивар сбежал, вместе с тобой. Насильно потащил тебя к лошадям и к колеснице. Его люди помогли ему с побегом и твоим послушанием.

Конечно, Ивар запретил им причинять тебе боль, но он разрешил им держать твои руки связанными.

[thesharkapologist]

ангел

Chapter One: Nightmares

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Characters in chapter: reader, Darcy Lewis, 

Word Count: 719

Summary: 

Nightmares and amnesia plague you. You know nothing of your past. Thankfully, with the help of your best friend Darcy, the infamous Black Widow, and the Winter Soldier himself, maybe you'll be able to recover what exactly happened to you, and wether or not these nightmares are actually memories.

Warnings: mild depiction of torture, swearing.

Marvel Masterlist

AO3

“Свеча” a gruff, tenor voice pierces through your skull, saying the word lovingly, like it’s a prayer.

You can’t move. It’s dark, and you can’t move. It takes a moment to realizes there’s something over your eyes, obscuring your vision. After another second you realize your sitting in a chair of some sort, wrists, forearms, ankles, and calves bound to it.

“Зеленый” you can hear him moving around you, pacing a tight circle. His gloved hand brushes your bare shoulder and you wince, crying out. He doesn’t hurt you, not yet at least. The pain is coming though. Soon.

Slamming your body forward, you scream in a language you didn’t even know, “Нет! пожалуйста! Стоп!”

Unfazed, he continues, caressing the next phrase like a mother would her infant, “летать”

Pain explodes through your head, robbing you of your voice. It shuts down your vocal chords, only letting you choke out a small whimper. It was all downhill from here.

“Девять”

He’s taking his time, you realize. He loves this part. Why though? Why does he love this? You can’t remember.

“Зима”

Suddenly there’s a blast, you can hear it distantly, the whole places rocks once. You captor doesn’t speak, but you hear his footsteps stop. He runs to somewhere else in the room. After a few moments you can feel his whole air shift. Something’s gone wrong.

“гало, война, два, соло, гордость” it’s rapid fire, desperate. This is the quickest your body has ever shutdown and rebooted. You briefly wonder if you’ll make it out alive.

You do, sadly.

You feel your mouth open, your vocal chords banging together separate from your will, “готовы соблюдать”

“Аварийная кнопка”

Suddenly your world is on fire.

“Блядь!” you screamed, jolting awake. A thick sheet of sweat poured down your face as you gasped for air. It took a few moments for the phantom pain to leave your body. Once it did you can begin to settle your heartbeat.

“Russian, you’re screaming in russian.”

You flinched, eyes darting to the source of the voice. It wasn’t the gruff tenor from your dreams though, it was a soft alto, laced with concern.

“Jesus, Darcy, don’t do that to me.” you groaned, yanking the covers from around your legs. Darcy leaned against the door frame, phone in hand, “how do you know it’s russian?”

“I’ve been writing down phonetically what you’ve been saying. Asked Jane to take a look. Doesn’t know a lick of russian but she was able to send off my awful scribbles to one of Thor’s friends. Nat says your speaking russian.” Darcy walked into your room, sitting on the side of your bed.

“But, I don’t even fucking know russian.” you muttered, head in your hands.

“Dude, that’s what I told her. I stayed awake, kind of creeped around your door once you went to bed, sorry,” she didn’t look even remotely sorry, “I turned google translate on when you started panting. Look,”

She showed you the phone, where a series of words were displayed in the translated box.

“You started off by literally screaming, ‘No! Stop! Please!’, then you said in the creepiest monotone ever, ‘ready to comply’, followed by your ever graceful, ‘fuck!’”

“‘Ready to comply’?” you repeated, staring at the phrase, “what does that mean?”

“Dunno, I sent it to Nat though, maybe she can tell us something? Maybe it’s a common russian phrase?” Darcy shrugged.

“I’m not russian.” You deadpanned, rolling your eyes.

Darcy copied you, placing her hand on your knee, “You don’t know that. All you know is that you woke up in a fucking jail cell with a shotty ID, a bank account stuffed with money, and no memory.”

You rubbed the back of your head, you had to give her that. Who knew what you were or weren’t?

“Wouldn’t I be able to speak it outside of my dreams though?”

Before Darcy could comment her phone lit up with a call. She swiftly answered it, realizing something was up.

“Hey Nat, yeah I was just wond . . .  Yeah, I’m sure, that’s what google translate told me . . . are you sure? Jesus christ, now? Uh, okay, I’ll pack our things.” Darcy hung up, her eyes wide and kind of scared, “Apparently we’re going to the compound. Right fucking now.”

[let-it-go-and-let-it-live]

Bucky Barnes x Reader Masterlist

PHOBIA Series Masterlist 

contains Angst and Fluff

Bucky’s POV; It’s been nearly thirty years since you were separated from the man you called Зима, Zima, Winter. He was made to forget you, and he never knew why. What had the two of you done wrong? Now that he’s found you again… well…

A Part of Your World

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I Know You Series Masterlist

The Winter Soldier trusted you. You worked for HYDRA, but you were always on his side. You only ever wanted his freedom, and while doing HYDRA’s bidding, you were simultaneously trying to find a way to give it to him.

Don’t Go

BUCKY BARNES TAGLIST (OPEN)

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[metalarmproblems]

зима (Winter) - Part Four

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

Summary: AU!Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier is a member of the Vesna, a splinter rebel group in the country where your family rules. The main rebel forces take drastic measures, and the Vesna task the Winter Soldier with protecting you from the rebellion.

A/N: The beginning half of this part is a dream. The dream ends with the italics do. Tags are at the bottom. Please let me know if you would like to be added. Feedback is always appreciated.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death

Word Count: 980

The palace gardens glowed with the light of thousands of fire lanterns, making the grounds seem almost unearthly. You stood on the stairs leading down from the palace into the gardens, and its appearance, while breathtaking, made you uneasy.

There was a party going on; that much was obvious to you. Well-dressed attendees conversed in small groups throughout the gardens that you could see, and a string quartet was playing music that struck you as both beautiful and sad.

As your eyes scanned through the partygoers, you were alarmed when you couldn’t find any of your family members. Because of your tendency to soak longer than necessary in the fragrant bath your ladies would prepare for you prior to formal gatherings, you were always the last member to arrive at any type of party that your family hosted.

The first thing you would do when you finally entered would be to find your older sister, Vanya. Her presence was calming, and the two of you would always stick together through events. She would usually be the first family member to arrive, which made her absence was the most disturbing of all.

“Your Highness?”

A soft, low voice broke through your racing thoughts as you searched for your family. You turned your attention to the man that was now standing a few steps beneath you. His dark hair was pulled back into a neat knot, allowing you a clear view of his weathered face. Even if the scars and hardened set of his jaw hadn’t tipped you off, his gaze seemed to carry weight, like there was a heavy burden behind his eyes. They reminded you of a storm brewing over the sea.

He held his arm to you, and you followed your compulsion to place a hand on his elbow and follow him down into the gathering. As the man led you through the clusters of people, your eyes continued scanning for your family’s faces.

“They’re dead, Your Highness.”

It felt like your heart stopped at his words, which were barely a murmur, meant only for your ears. He hadn’t even looked down at you when he said it. To onlookers, the comment went undetected. You wished you could unhear the words. Your family couldn’t be dead.

The man had brought you to a small clearing near the string quartet. Those who had been dancing drifted to the edges of the space as the man pulled you to him, pulling and holding you to him with a strong hand pressed to your lower back. Despite your inability to place his face, there was a sense of security that ignited at his firm touch.

As you began to sway to the music, he ducked his head so his lips hovered near your ear. Something else seemed to ignite inside of you, and you closed your eyes as he began speaking.

“Your family was murdered by a rebel group called the Vesna. Do you understand?”

You nodded in a minute movement. He continued.

“They want to kill you to snuff out your claim to the crown. Do you understand?”

You tilted your head, resisting the urge to sneak a glance at him.

“They are coming for you. You need to be ready to fight for what is yours. Do you understand?”

Your eyes flickered to the fringes of the dance area. The finery that the partygoers had been wearing was gone, replaced with worn clothing layered with holstered weapons. Their predatory gazes, which should have driven fear into your heart, instead caused a sense of calm resolve to settle and harden in your chest.

As they began to close in, your partner quickly swiveled you around so you were standing with your back against his. You shifted your stance lower, preparing for battle.

You awoke with a start to the sound of someone saying your name and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. Adrenaline was coursing through your system thanks to your dream, and you woke up ready to fight, swinging an arm out at whoever was touching you.

“Whoa, whoa,” James held his hands up to show he meant no harm. “You’re okay. It’s me.”

You let out a breath that you hadn’t even realized you were holding and slowly sat up.

“I’m sorry to wake you, but I’m going to have to leave you here today while I go retrieve the supplies,” he explained as you realized he had all of his thick layers of clothing back on, including an additional overcoat that he must have kept in the cabin.

“How long will you be gone?” you asked.

You had to suppress the urge to beg him to either stay or let you tag along; you knew that if he stayed, you’d both starve, and if you went with him, you would just be a burden that slowed him down. It was smarter and safer for him to go alone.

“Best case scenario, in a few hours. No matter what happens, I should be back by sundown.” He was sheathing several knives in compartments of his overcoat that you hadn’t even noticed as he spoke. Sliding the last one into place, he paused. “If I’m not back by sundown, I left a map on the table that shows you how to get to people who will protect you.” He must have noticed the look of panic that crossed your features. “I will be back. This map is just some insurance. The woods are a dangerous place, but I know them better than most.”

You felt yourself nod as he crossed the room and placed a gloved hand on your shoulder. A tidal wave of words crashed onto your tongue but died on your lips. He gave you a tight smile that you assumed was meant to reassure you before he bid you farewell and left the cabin. It didn’t.

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[akutasoda]

hellooo, I saw your event and congrats!

I was wondering if r1999 slots still left? If it's still available, can I have Zima x fem reader? I heard his b'day is on April 28. ❄️

Where his significant made him a poem about him on his bday? Even they tried their best to write a poems to their love for Zima.

a poet's gift

synopsis - where you write a small gift for his birthday

includes - Зима (zima)

warnings - fem!reader (no pronouns mentioned), fluff, wc - 761

a/n: thank you! yes his bday is the 28th so i guess this is an early present :)

zima was a talented poet and that much was obvious, the only issue was that not many knew nor got to hear his poems. one of the poets biggest downfalls was the fact that he was quite socially inept, preferring to recite his works to animals that all seemed to enjoy his works as well - you had seen many kinds of creatures flock towards him as if they actually understood him.

your lover wasn't exactly open to sharing with you at first either. if you caught him writing or reciting his poems, his normally expressionless face would crumble and he'd avoid you for a couple of hours out of sheer embarrassment. you felt rather bad that he had such a reaction and so you came to peace with not hearing any of his poems - sometimes you could find a few laying around when he was out and as long as you put them back exactly, you could read them.

you'd know when he became more comfortable sharing them with you. it wasn't really him sharing them but it counted as the bird that normally perched upon his shoulder would come to find you with a rolled up piece of paper containing zima's newest work that he wanted to hear your opinion on. it was rather cute but you knew if you brought it up to much he'd stop.

eventually he'd start handing them to you in person, ready to receive your opinion immediately and in person. zima would also come to develop the habit of allowing you to tag alongside him, if you weren't too busy to go read his poems to some animals - atleast you got to hear him read it outloud. it was nice, seeing how passionate he became over his poetry.

it would take a while but eventually he would allow you to sit beside him as he wrote from scratch. zima wouldn't confess it to you but your presence was very calming to him and it actually helped him focus, so he did prefer you to be by his side nowadays. naturally from watching your lover write a couple of times, you wanted to give it a try. you may not be an exact master of words but that's why you had zima to help.

a rather nervous coach but he tried his best to give you a few pointers and ideas to improve the small piece you began drafting alongside him. it was a nice change. a warm, quiet room filled with the scratching of pen against cartridge, it became oddly calming after a while. you would come to notice the extra pens and paper that resided on his desk, it didn't take a genius to figure out what he meant by leaving them there.

one day you had happened a glance at the calendar and saw that the upcoming event was in fact zima's birthday. a gift hadn't really crossed your mind yet, you didn't really know what else he liked that could be gifted apart from poetry and animals. you figured you still had a few days until his birthday and so maybe the perfect gift would cross your mind before then.

it didn't take long before the sight of pen upon paper to make up your mind on what to get him. zima liked poetry and so why didn't you compose him a personal piece? sure you weren't exactly the greatest poet but it was the thought that counted. as much as you would of preferred to write beside him, you knew if you did that your surprise would be spoiled and so for the first time, you started writing completely on your own.

all the hours you spent toiling over words had finally paid off. the day of zima's birthday you gave him a scroll of cartridge that was neatly tied over with a small bow. while he normally referred to his birthday as 'the begining of misfortune', he doubted it could be today when he felt weirdly optimistic at the sight of you and your gift. he carefully unrolled it and observed the contents for a while before he brought his hand to cover his face as he muttered out a small thank you.

zima really never had the habit of preserving his work, but this was your work. a beautifully written proclamation of your love that he would keep forever.

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