#I'm trying to gain back any semblance of how I used to write

[cjswordsofwisdom]

Without Me || A & B Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Tell me how's it feel sittin' up there? feeling so high but too far away to hold me. You know I'm the one who put you up there, name in the sky. Does it ever get lonely?

Thinking you could live without me. Thinking you could live without me. Baby, I'm the one who put you up there, I don't know why (yeah, I don't know why)

Depression hits hard when Anthony and Benedict leave you, but when they come back it gets even worse

Warnings; angst, some sexual content (grinding against thigh) mentions of miscarriage, cheating I guess (our girl goes back and forth a lot)

Stay away if you are under twenty one. I’m an adult who writes for adults

Tagging: @benophiepie, @quillsandcravats, @watermeezer, @cillianmurphysdimples @monaskydancer, @faye-tale, @munstysmind

You never know the last time you’ll see someone.

You stare down at the newspaper in your hands as your eyes drink in the smiling faces of Anthony and Benedict Bridgerton. It’s been almost four months since the last time you’d seen them and in that time they’d found a new sub: someone pretty and perfect and they seem rather happy with their lives. Your eyes pull away from the newspaper to the TV and your frown deepens, it's all over the news but you can’t look away. It’s rather like a train wreck.

A really ironic train wreck.

The woman settled between your two ex lovers is pretty enough. Her hair tumbles down her back in soft waves and she’s wearing an emerald gown with just the right amount of cleavage that would make a Monk blush. She’s smiling from ear to ear as she dances on the screen and you have to force yourself to turn off the TV before settling in bed and staring at the ceiling. You start a new job in the morning, and you’re not turning up to Will Mondrich’s boxing club looking like you’d been out on the town partying all night.

With a sigh, you roll on your side and face the wall and you decide that maybe tomorrow will be better.

*************

You’re wrong.

Will shows you the ropes of the club, the ins and outs of the workings and introduces her to a few other people. His business partner Simon waves a hello and Will’s wife Alice smiles from her seat, offering a small wave before she’s up and out of the door. But you’ve come here to work, not to make friends - You’re not even sure you can call Will a friend. Just a kind saviour who needed someone to step in for Alice sorting out invoices and when she goes on maternity leave

You’re grateful for the cup of coffee Will brings you as you file through paperwork and as you take your first hesitant swig, the door swings open. Youre not quite prepared to come face to face with the Men who used to lavish you with love and attention. The coffee spills down your shirt and onto the floor and the cup slips from your hand smashing on the floor.

Something in you switches as you apologise immensely for the mess before cleaning it up and heading into the back to change into the spare clothes you always keep with you.

Today just can’t get any worse.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine Simon. Promise” your head bobs furiously as you wipe your eyes and you take yourself away for a break to let yourself cry until you can no longer.

“Y/n.. It’s me, Alice” her voice calls through the bathroom door and it makes you cry harder “Will wanted to know if you were okay”

“I’m.. I’m fine” Hiccups leave your lips before you sob again and you hear Alice sigh before muttering something into a walkie-talkie “Found her babe.. Yeah I’ll fill in for her… Go easy on her hey baby? she’s having a panic attack”

You sniffle as you bury your face in your knees, trying to gain some semblance of control back when the door opens and a soft voice fills the room “Sweetling.. It’s Benedict, let me see your face”

“Go away.. Please. Let me grieve”

You’ve never really had to confront reality before. All your exes have always given you what you wanted: Time and space. But you know Anthony and Benedict won’t oblige to you this time. They will push and prod until you’re a screaming mess.

Opening the toilet cubicle, you straighten your back and walk out to the wash basin. Reaching for the taps is easy, you turn the red marked tap on and wash your face and hands then you tense up as Benedict pushes his chest to your back, moving the hair from your shoulder “You forget sweetling, we know what you need”

“I need to not torture myself anymore. I need to move on”

His lips are soft against your skin, and as much as you want to push him away the urge to keep him and have the pretty girl from the magazine find them is greater. You can feel the molecules of your heart stitching themselves back together and making you whole again. Your eyes dart to the door as it opens and you sigh as Anthony strolls in, closing it behind him “That wasn’t very smart was it sweetling. Having a panic attack on your first day of work”

Your broken mind scrambles for something to say before you’re pushing Benedict away and creating space between you and the Men who seem to invade your thoughts and feelings. The windows are too high to climb out from, so you decide to sit on the floor and relax - The worst they can do is make you cry.

They’re not the type of men to cheat on the Woman they’re with despite Benedict’s earlier slip-up. You can still feel his lips on your shoulder and neck as you try to find an escape route.

“I need to get back to work. I don't want to lose this job, I worked hard to get it in the first place”

As you stumble from the toilets, You only really have one thought

“I'm going to need to find a new job”

*********

The next few weeks are uneventful. You move in with Simon and two of his friends and find that you like being part in a group of friends. It’s easy to eat dinner with them most nights because they like your cooking. It ends up with you falling asleep on the sofa as they watch films or play video games but it all comes to a grinding halt when Anthony and Benedict come calling with a few items you left behind. You stare at the box wordlessly as thoughts run through your mind then you gasp as Simon’s friend Theodore walks up behind you, placing his hands on your waist as you shake “Shower’s getting cold, darling”

“Darling?”

“Yes.. This is my boyfriend. It’s all very new” Anthony is angry, you can see it behind his dark eyes. But he doesn’t show it around the male who’s holding HIS sweetheart

You see the gears turn in both men’s minds and the jealousy that fills Anthony’s eyes. If they can happily find someone new then you can as well, it’s just the rules of being exes. Theo’s fingers slip under the band of your sweatpants and you barely stifle a gasp that both the Bridgerton brothers catch.

Nothing’s happening with Theo, he’s far too in love with your downstairs neighbour but you’re glad of a lifeline right now. Leaning up, you peck Theo’s cheek murmuring about how you won’t be long then you step out of the apartment you share with your new-found family.

A gasp leaves your lips as you’re pushed into the wall opposite the front door with Benedict’s hand around your neck squeezing just the right of painful. Your hands grip his wrist and you stifle a whimper as he leans in, not at all phased by your lack of wanting him to let go and Anthony smiles brushing his thumb over your lips

“L-Let go” You shove weakly at someone’s chest and gasp as Benedict’s lips lower to yours. You know Benedict wont do anything without your permission - He never does, nor does Anthony. It’s not their style.

They may have broken your heart and they may be attractive Men but they know what consent is.

“Our sweetling.. Why have you settled with a little boy?”

Your answer almost makes Benedict let go “Because you left me. You tossed me away and found the next willing person to please you both”

You still, tensing up as Anthony leans down, sucking at your pulse point and everything drifts away. The pretty girl they have now, the break up, your loneliness - All gone with a simple touch and you cling to whoever’s touching you like he’s a lifeline - Because they both are.

Desperate fingers grip the jacket on Benedict’s shoulders before you push it down as his lips trail down one side of your neck as Anthony’s trail down the other side of your neck.

With a whine, you grind down on Benedicts thigh as Anthony’s lips continue their slow assault on your skin, their kisses are languid trailing up and down and you stifle your moan biting your lip “Tell us to stop. And we will”

“Don’t stop.. Please don’t stop”

The weight of what’s happening is crushing your shoulders, you’re not a homewrecker. And Alice will no doubt give you hell when you get to work on Monday Morning for falling back into old habits and dangerous patterns.

“You’re thinking too hard, little dove”

“You’ve found someone new”

Everyone stops in their tracks and the men accompanying you press you tighter between their bodies. You look so lost and despondent as you fold your arms around yourself, seeking comfort they should have given you. Anthony and Benedict exchange glances before turning back to the woman they love and your body shudders as you silently sob.

It’s painful for Anthony and Benedict to see you so upset. You’ve not said a word in months, choosing to remain radio silent while you healed from the turmoil you went through. With a teary face you glance up at Anthony and Benedict and let out a pathetic whimper that goes straight to their trousers.

It shouldn’t turn them on but it foolishly does.

“You’re taken again and I’m alone and sad and… Fuck”

You let out a pathetic laugh, sniffling as you look around “I was pregnant. Pregnant and I had a miscarriage alone”

You sit down on a bench in the lobby and your hands grip the bench tightly. After weeks of trying to piece together a normal life you’re finally getting the courage to face the issues head on. You glance up at your two ex-lovers, both staring at you with parted lips and everyone is silent “It would have been a girl. I was going to name her Daphne”

“After our sister?”

You nod quietly, fingernail scratching against the paint of the well loved bench as Anthony kneels before her. His hand brushes back your hair and you let your head fall on his shoulder, arms going around his broad shoulders

“Oh my sweetling.. What happened?”

You shrug silently. Slumping back against the wall behind you, too far lost in your mind to even realise that Anthony has you up in his arms and is now carrying you from the building - You don’t argue, relaxing in his hold and breathing in his cologne.

The world can wait for now. The pretty new girl can wait for now.

Everything is as it should be

[yanxidarlings]

YANDERE ASIA: MONGOLIA

yet another non-canon character. i'm trying to mature my writing style a little bit? i started this blog when i was pretty young but i wanna start exploring dialogue, very mild spice and darker themes. would love some feedback!

honestly so obsessed with non-canon character atm especially mongolia (mostly cuz of an oc but i digress), was going to release all of east/south asia at once, but started on mongolia's and it got too long. the characterisation i've done is a combination of fanfics i've read over the years and my own thoughts.

i will literally combust if anyone else starts writing for mongolia man i am STARVED

tw. yandere toxicity, mild suggestive themes, reference to the mongol empire(?)

MONGOLIA (Temüülen Mönkhbataar)

• Temüülen was once an empire of unimaginable size, and as is, with most once great powers, wants to exert as much control over his dearest as possible. His darling's position be damned, he wants them to submit to him (whether that be as a lover, mentor, or all of the above), and god fucking dammit he won't be content until they do. • Others might view his behaviour as Temüülen clinging on to any semblance of power, and truly, deep down, many of his desire is fueled by a lingering want for power, Temüülen fully believes that he's this great protector and guidance in his darlings life. • He's not delusional in any way, Temüülen realises that they might not particularly revel in his presence, but life isn't all sunshine and rainbows, his dearest doesn't have to be happy with him for Temüülen to be content. Many nations aren't always comfortable with their company, but at least Temüülen has their best interests at heart! (unlike China or America, who would only ever use them as a political pawn). He likes to tell them this, how much worse it could be, so stop complaining and read those damn papers your boss sent you to him already- • Truth be told, he likes a bit of fear in them. Temüülen has no shame in using his past to scare them into submission, if diplomacy doesn't fair well.

"you know, erkhem, if you had the gall to complain like this during the great mongol state, i would have had every right to flog you" temüülen spoke in their ear quietly, not in a whisper, yet not so loud that anyone else could have heard him "until you were begging for me to stop" he added, the contrast of his warm breath against their chilled skin sending shivers down their spine.

temüülen's cold, calloused hands gripped onto their gloved ones, re-aligning to nock to the bowstring "you wouldn't have survived a day in the old steppes, with a grip this poor.." the mongol trailed off, his hands moving to either side of their back and chest, forcefully straightening their posture

his eyes narrowed as they drew the bow, waiting for them to reach the anchor point, his disappointment evident as they began aiming "teneg!" he snapped, gripping on to their bow arm, forcing them to fully anchor the weapon "now aim" he quipped, taking a step backwards, following their gaze "higher" they slouched again as they attempted to aim towards the target "posture" he raised an eyebrow

the mongol's eyes didn't leave their figure as they released the arrow, admiring his job, if only they took his opinions on everything in their life this seriously.

• He told himself he'd be content when they accepted him as their mentor... yet it just wasn't enough. Temüülen wanted to be closer to them, he wanted to be the closest to them. He had always thought matters of the heart to be frivolous, something that fatuous nations did to satisfy their own mortal desires. Temüülen knew he was better then that, definately, but was his darling? • If... they were going to pursue an intimate connection with another, would it not be safer for him to be the one they pursue it with; instead of some self serving stranger who would only use his dearest for their own gain? This is Temüülen's reasoning for courting them, no matter their relation to him or anyone else, in his mind, he's the only one with pure intentions. • Temüülen isn't so experienced in romancing as he is in carnal desire, but even then, this is dating back to his days as an empire, which have long passed. To his darling it appears as if he's approaching them for a singular night of salacious intimacy, yet whether they would welcome the advances or not, their body would never be just theirs again. • He feels entitled to stick into every aspect of their life, from national to personal, to physical affairs, damned if they want him there or not, they'll just have to learnt to like it

there they were, once again confining themselves to their study; sedantrists, he thought to himself, no connection to the real world. temüülen glanced at the clock, 12:49 am, yet they were still 'working'. "what could possibly be keeping you occupied for hours on end" he tutted, poking his head through the doorway.

they shrugged their shoulders, making a noise that suggested they didn't have a good answer. "erkhem" the dark haired man continued into the study, reaching down to grip their arm as he came next to them "did nobody ever tell you to speak when spoken to"

temüülen gaged their reaction, the disturbed look on their face almost satisfying "did no one ever tell you to knock before you enter a room; or, deep down, are you still the same, uncivilised barbarian you were in the 1200's" the mongols nostrils flared, golden eyes glaring intensely at them. there was a moment of silence, before temüülen seemed to snap.

his strong arms wrapped around their waist, hoisting them up over his shoulder "mongolia!" his dearest shouted, hitting at his back "for once in your life leave me alon-" it seemed to take only seconds for temüülen to reach a soft surface to throw them on to. before they could let out another protest, two fingers were stuffed in their mouth, his free hand gripping onto their hip "how about you shut up, unless you'd like to find out what i used to do to brats like you"

[gaytotaldrama]

gwens nonbinary crisis

hi i'm sorry this is so late! i've been pretty sick this week and then i started writing this and lost all my progress when my computer crashed </3 hope u enjoy

also on my ao3!

When they were dating, Duncan used to call Gwen my girl. She'd let him do it without complaint, resolutely ignoring the feeling that he only used it as it was a less exciting alternative to Princess. Gwen's never been much of one of those, so it's not like the nickname would have worked for her in the first place at all - but she never loved my girl, either.

Trent had called her babe, which was basic and cliché and, overall, more welcome. Maybe a part of Gwen had always wanted, loath as she was to admit it, for a boy to smile and tell her she drove him crazy. It would have been direct. A sign she really wasn't on her own any longer. But now, even though Total Drama is done and Duncan's in jail and Gwen is finished with it all - she still feels off-kilter. Unbalanced. Wrong.

She's not part of her cousin's wedding party. She and Stella have never quite gotten along the best out of everyone in the Kaczmarek extended family. Stella was Prom Queen; Gwen stayed home. Stella led the volleyball team; Gwen stayed in the shadows. Stella, the perfect movie star looker that she was, never got famous; Gwen did, and wishes she hadn't.

She'd love to skip out on the wedding entirely, but that would be sure to prove more trouble than it would be worth, having her whole family all pissed at her. So Gwen resigns herself to going, rents an AirBnB on the North Carolina coast just a few miles from the beach where the wedding will be held. The beach - Gwen would rather Stella be marrying this weirdo boot Marine guy in your stereotypical Christian chapel, as long as it meant Gwen wouldn't get sand blown in her eyes and spend an hour trying to forget the crackle of Trent's voice on the walkie, inside the small glass box.

But, she supposes, only slightly scornfully, it isn't her wedding.

The ceremony itself goes fine. In all honesty, she doesn't pay it much attention. When the newlyweds kiss, she claps. When the party begins to relocate to the reception hall, Gwen quietly migrates with them. She's already been made to talk about Total Drama to about fifty odd relatives, their reactions ranging from genuinely interested to sniffily labeling Gwen as a slut. At the afterparty, she drinks heavily and wakes up back in her AirBnB the next morning, head splitting in two and left wondering which poor bastard took it upon themself to see her safely home.

Her flight's in a few hours. Time to get the hell out of dodge, get the hell out of the States, go back home to her studio full of paint splatters and sketchbooks full of old dreams. Instead, on a whim, she extends her time with the rental car. Intent on finding someplace where she can just have a moment of her own time to think and breathe, Gwen heads to the west, unsure exactly of where it is she's going. When she sees the rolling Appalachians through her windshield, she might gain some semblance of an idea.

No food, no firewood. Not even so much as a sleeping bag, but still Gwen rents the cabin. She can worry about the essentials later; right now, she's too busy gazing off the mountain into the valley of gold below. 

The air smells fresh. A strange, secret part of her finds familiarity in the cabin and its wilderness furniture. She sits out on the front porch, feels the crisp autumn air nip at the tips of her ears, her nose. The dead leaves rustle softly against each other in the breeze. Somewhere, not too far off, a stream babbles.

Gwen should visit Duncan in jail. Gwen should shoot Trent a quick text, or something, see how the guy is holding up. She should check in with Courtney, too, while she's at it. Make sure she's all right.

Instead, Gwen simply breathes. In and out, in and out. Centers herself. Closes her eyes. Thinks.

After opening them to drink their fill of southern sunset, Gwen's fairly certain they've got the inklings of an idea about something important beginning to blossom in their mind.

[azuraskys]

But like what if the champions had an s/o that’s human that played BotW :00 so their s/o knew they would die and stuff

I really like this idea. Someone from our world just plops into Hyrule PRE Calamity, like super pre-Calamity. Maybe a good few years, to allow for relationships to grow, right? And once the Champions are called together, their S/O comes along to assist. God it sounds so good.

Headcanons for each Champion meeting their world travelling S/O below the cut! Its long;;

The Champions with an S/O that has played Breath of the Wild

Revali

He would have met his future S/O by the Flight Range. One minute, he was calmly training and practicing using his Gale, the next minute there's just... this change. A strange energy surrounds him. Its not necessarily malevolent. Its just... strange. Something has changed in the nearby area.

He comes upon someone shivering like a leaf in the cold, laying in the frigid snow of Northwest Hebra. They are severely underdressed for the weather. Not only that, but strangely dressed, too.

Coming up to the stranger in the snow, he sees they're barely conscious. "They should have prepared better," he thinks. Luckily, they don't appear to be frostbitten. But, its strange. There's no footprints to suggest they walked here, and it hasn't snowed recently. Its almost as if they just... appeared here.

He fights with himself for a bit. On one hand. this is a defenseless stranger, obviously in need of help, but on the other, this could potentially be something dangerous. After all, with talks of Calamity Ganon's possible resurgence, it has been reported all over Hyrule that the ancient Yiga Clan has resumed movement. This could be one of their tricks. But if not, Revali would just be leaving someone to die.

He groans and picks the person up, taking them to the Flight Range's loft by leaning them on his shoulder. He puts them down on the pillows and checks to see if the fire under the cooking pot is hot enough. Then he simply takes a seat nearby and fiddles with his bow to give himself something to do until this stranger wakes up.

When they do, his life changes forever.

This stranger, that he encountered purely by chance, is now talking of things unimaginable. They speak of a future laid with ruin, Hyrule's downfall, and most shockingly of all, his death. Revali, like anyone in that situation, refuses to believe it at first. He's insulted, maybe even angry, that they would dare to say he'd fail like that. He scoffs, asking them what proof they have. When they falter, it actually makes him anxious. Proof can be forged. But, a lack of it...

What the person said to him wasn't entirely unbelievable. Like him becoming a "Champion", for instance. He knew he was the most skilled out of all the Rito, and his Gale only added to that. He didn't doubt that the Royal Family would inevitably come looking for his help, seeing how desperate they are to build up manpower.

He can see that this stranger is very downtrodden by his skepticism. They keep pleading with him to just believe them, because they don't want to see him, or anyone for that matter, die.

"If what you say is true... then what can we do to prevent it?"

Revali struggles with the idea a lot. Especially the fact that he supposedly died. It almost makes him want to give up at one point.

But his future S/0 is with him every step of the way. They're kind, patient, and always telling him that his death wasn't his fault. It wasn't that he wasn't strong enough. It was that Ganon simply planned ahead, and they didn't know.

He's pessimistic at first, of course, but eventually... he starts to believe them.

Their relationship slowly grows from there. His S/O's insistence on being there when he trains, and constant pep-talking starts to begrudgingly become endearing.

"You can do this, Revali." "Yes, yes. I know."

They're never seen apart from one another. While they don't explicitly state they're together, everyone knows.

And when Princess Zelda comes to request Revali's assistance in the fight against The Calamity, his S/O grabs his hand and holds it firmly. They're going to be with him, no matter what. And he'd expect nothing less.

Once the Champions are all called together and begin the real meat of their endeavors, they tend to stay a few days in the castle. Revali would be okay with it at first, but after a while, he'd request to bring his S/O along. "For good reason, of course." He says. Zelda would remind him this is a serious mission, and that it isn't a time to be flirting, and Revali would probably retort a little harshly. But he'd take a breath and say, again, that he has good reason.

When his S/O comes along with him the next time, things are very professional, unlike what everyone was hoping for expecting. Revali asks them to tell the Princess what they told him, and he vouches for their honesty.

"I know, I know. I didn't believe it either. I mean, me. Dying?"

Daruk

Daruk would encounter his future S/O while out patrolling the area one day by Goronbi Lake. They'd be unconscious from heatstroke, leaned up against a rock.

"Hey, buddy, you alright there?" He tries gently nudging them awake, but they groan. He knows Hylians can't handle the heat of Eldin Volcano without elixirs... and it seems like this person didn't get the memo. Worried, he carefully picks them up and takes them farther down the path, out of the hotter areas so they can cool off.

Being the one who found them, he can't leave them until he knows they're okay, so he waits patiently for them to wake up, all the while checking to make sure they're still breathing. Hylians can be fickle creatures!

But why are this person's ears so weird?

Daruk doesn't even consider the possibility that they could be a threat. If they were, they would have attacked by now. He could tell they were just someone in need of help.

He was lost in his own thoughts when the stranger woke up with a "oh my god" before promptly vomiting.

Who would've thought this would be the beginning of everything?

When initially hearing everything his future S/O would have to say, the first thing Daruk would think is "Are you sure the heat didn't mess with your head?" But just... seeing how earnest they are, he's inclined to believe them. He doesn't really understand this whole "magic" thing the Hylians talk about, despite essentially having it himself, so he assumes this person is some kind of magic seer, like the fortune teller who warned of Calamity Ganon's revival.

"So... What can we do?"

The stranger explains everything. They're serious, but optimistic. They're always saying to him "You're strong, Daruk! You just need the right tools, and I'll help you get them."

The two of them are inseparable. They work together to brainstorm different strategies for dealing with Fireblight Ganon, and how they can help fight in the larger battle. Daruk lets them stay in Goron City, making sure to catch every Fireproof Lizard he sees on his patrols so they're stocked up. He's caring like that.

Over time, their bond deepens. He sees how much they care for Hyrule, and for him (and how they're not a Hylian). But Daruk wouldn't really know it was love until someone pointed it out to him. That person would probably be Revali, through sarcasm. That he would have to end up explaining.

When Princess Zelda asks Daruk to be one of her Champions, Daruk and his S/O share a look before giving the Princess a hearty "Yeah! We're ready for anything!" "I'm asking Daruk, but, okay..."

Daruk would immediately ask to bring his S/O along to the castle. Zelda is a little put off, and asks "Why? This is a very serious mission!"

"You won't believe it but... They're magic!" What? "They can, you know, see the future. Like that fortune teller." Zelda's mind is literally spinning. His S/O? A seer? She needs to hear it for herself.

That's when Daruk gets them to tell the Princess everything.

"I believe them. They told me you'd ask me to be a Champion, and you did!"

Mipha

Mipha would find her future S/O at the edge of a riverbank while out swimming. They'd be groggy, but not unconscious. Of course, Mipha would be extremely concerned, checking them up and down and asking if they feel alright. Their strange appearance is the least of her worries.

They're not wet, so it doesn't seem like they had trouble swimming. But if that's the case, why were they waking up at the edge of a river?

The first thing this stranger says is "... Are you... Mipha?"

She's a little surprised, but nods affirmatively. Now she's a little wary. But, she still wants to make sure they're okay.

Immediately this person just begins to ramble, fumbling over their own words before just looking up at her and Goddess do they look so sad.

After giving them a moment, she tells them to say everything again, but slowly. When they do, she just can't make sense of it. "What a cruel thing to say." She says, hearing them speak of Hyrule's downfall. The stranger in front of her pleads with her. Promises that what they're saying isn't a cruel joke, but what could very well happen in the future.

Honestly, it makes Mipha get really downtrodden. Just the idea of everything falling apart, her dying, Link dying...

"B-but don't worry! There's still time, we can prevent it!" The stranger grabs her hands and looks at her with hope. While she doesn't entirely believe them... she appreciates their optimism.

Finding out they don't have anywhere to stay, Mipha allows them to stay at the Domain for a bit. They start following her whenever they see her, talking about strategies to fight "Waterblight" as they call it, the best ways to handle Calamity Ganon, and how soon enough the Princess of Hyrule is going to be asking Mipha to be a Champion.

She finds their presence endearing, thinking at first that its because they remind her of her brother, but after a while she realizes that's not the case. She likes having them around because she likes them.

Of course, to her, Link comes first still. But that doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate her future S/O. It just takes time for her to move on.

The day Zelda asks Mipha to be a Champion, it really starts to set in that her S/O was right. Mipha immediately pushes them in front of Zelda at the earliest chance, saying "This person has very important information that you must hear!"

Baby Sidon may or may not be EXTREMELY jealous of this stranger.

Urbosa

Encounters her future S/O outside of Gerudo Town, in the nearby area. They're passed out in the sand, starting to shiver from the oncoming desert night. Urbosa is cautious, approaching carefully and asking aloud if the person is alright.

They'd awake with a "Huh?!", quickly sitting up, causing Urbosa to reach for the hilt of her sword. The stranger would look at her and ask if she really is Urbosa.

This would be the final straw for her and she'd take out her blade, pointing it straight toward this mysterious person she's found passed out, in the desert, at night, who is now asking if she's "really Urbosa". Sounds like a Yiga plot to her.

"Woah, woah! I promise I'm not a threat!" She narrows her eyes. "... Ma'am."

After a moment, she'd put her sword away and sternly question them on what they're doing out in the desert. They'd sheepishly shrug, explaining they just ended up there. They are not making a good case for themself.

"Y-you guys need help fighting Calamity Ganon, right? I can help! I've seen what's going to happen!" This sounds unbelievable, until they mention that the Princess was going to ask her to be a Champion. No one else should have known that- it was only spoken of in private talks between the Princess and Urbosa at the moment.

She points her sword at them again. "How do you know that?"

From then on, she starts to see the sincerity in this person. They're not pulling anything. They're being genuine. Instead of waiting for Zelda to come to her, Urbosa immediately calls for Zelda to meet with this stranger. Its from there that their relationship deepens over time, as they assist both Zelda and Urbosa with the situation at hand.

If her S/O is male, that's a little bit of an issue. She'd likely set them up in the Kara Kara Bazaar, as they can't enter Gerudo Town. Otherwise, they'd stay with her in the Royal Palace.

She'd have them by her side often though. With the rising threat of Calamity Ganon, she has to frequently visit the castle. She'd take her S/O along, silently admiring how awestruck they are at everything.

Link

He'd encounter his future S/O while out with Zelda, trailing behind her as her guard while she investigates a point of interest. As they're walking around, they come upon a stranger laying in the nearby grass, unconscious.

Zelda goes to help them, but Link stands in front of her, reminding her to be cautious. Carefully, he approaches the figure, hand wrapped around the hilt of the Master Sword.

But before he can do anything, they stir. Slowly rising up from their spot in the grass, they look around before looking right at the pair of Hylians staring intensely.

The stranger immediately tries to get up to approach them, fumbling over their words before Link unsheathes his sword and points it at them.

"W-okay, Master Sword in my face." Throwing their hands in the air they insist they're not trying to do anything, its just that they're kind of freaking out like is this really Hyrule????? Are you Link and Princess Zelda????

Antics ensue. After ensuring they're not a threat, Zelda begins questioning them on everything. They scramble to explain as much as they can, and how they really, really want to help in the battle against Calamity Ganon.

But after hearing everything, Link feels really upset. He feels ashamed. If what you're saying is true, in the future, he dies before defeating Calamity Ganon. He fails at the one thing he has been expected to succeed at his entire life.

His future S/O would undoubtedly notice this. When they're brought to the castle to assist Zelda and the rest of Hyrule, they try to catch him when he's alone so they can try to make him feel better.

"I know you won't take it if I say its not your fault, but its not, Link. You- No one could have predicted what Calamity Ganon would do. You can't expect yourself to always be prepared for the unknown- that's impossible."

"And don't try to give me the "its my duty as the Hero" thing. While I respect it, at the end of the day, you are one person. You cannot save the world alone."

Link would actually consider their words. At least, he would appreciate the fact they considered his feelings.

The two would start to bond during their time spent with Zelda, because if you spending time with Zelda, you're spending time with Link.

If his S/O was trying to explain something important to a crowd of officials and they were refusing to listen, he would shoot them all a stern look that would let them know the Hero himself trusts this person's word.

[kimsohn]

OMG IT'S YOU WHO WRITE KIM LIP!PRINCESS (injury au) ONE SHOT OMMMMG I ALWAYS REREAD THIS MASTERPIECE 😭😭😭

if it's okay to request can you make one shot with olivia hye (college!au with angst but happy ending) 🙏🙏🙏

universe . olivia hye x gn!reader about . 669 words, angst + fluff warnings . rejection

you don't have the heart to face hyeju, but the universe has other plans.

confessing to her at the university festival might've been the worst mistake of your life, but you're glad you don't have to spend time pining over her anymore. the many years you'd spent by her side, trying your hardest to hide lingering feelings had now ended, and although she'd run away from your firework-lit confession in the blink of an eye, at least the torture was over.

however, it was now replaced by an even more painful question. was the confession worth it to stay true to yourself, or should you have hidden in a mere attempt to have her somehow? the gaping hyeju-shaped hole in your heart used to be filled with the semblance of friendship, but now you have nothing to disguise it anymore.

but the ping on your phone seems like a figment of your imagination, because how can the very person that has been the object of your demise for years suddenly want to meet up? whether real or true, it has you rushing out of your physics lecture ten minutes early, bleary-eyed in disbelief.

and somehow, the hole starts to overflow with something new. hope.

the university's central water fountain hasn't changed, reminiscent of the times you'd meet up here with hyeju to walk her back to the dorms, but the people that frequent it have. hyeju sits on the ledge with her hands in the pockets of her oversized hoodie, head hung low and eyes scrunched shut. the sound of your shoes hitting the pavement makes her look up, wide-eyed and fearful.

"y/n," she whispers, standing up as you draw closer to her.

you can't tell whether it's the harsh wind or her mere presence is making your eyes blurry, but you might have the slightest guess as to what it is with the pang in your heart. she looks so beautiful that it's easy to believe this is just a dream, and despite the weary features the both of you adorn from sleepless nights, you feel anything but tired.

"why are you here?" you mumble, afraid to speak any louder in fear that your voice will crack and tears will overflow.

"i... i wanted to apologize."

the hope in your heart starts to dwindle.

"for rejecting me? it's okay, you can't force yourself to feel the same way."

"no!" she exclaims, grasping your folded arms and holding on tightly as if it was all she could do to make you stay, "i'm apologizing for running away. i was just in shock, and i was so scared to face you because no words were coming out of my mouth. i didn't want to disappoint you."

"well, you already did. you could've at least rejected me instead of running away; it would've hurt less."

the words are harsh, but it was something she needed to hear. communication was extremely important to you, and you'd at least assumed that you'd be given enough respect to be verbally rejected. if you were going to gain closure now, you needed to let her know how much it meant to you.

"you don't understand. i didn't run away because i was scared to reject you, i ran away because i was scared to confess to you."

the world seems to spin as you find yourself at a loss for words.

"confess?" you speak, your throat dry and hoarse.

"yes. i love you y/n, and i'm so, so sorry i couldn't tell you that night."

the glistening tears on her cheeks are the last thing you see before you pull her into a hug, wrapping your arms around her middle like you'd done for many days together. the cool breeze doesn't affect the two of you anymore, and as you stop shivering and start embracing, the wind seems to quiet down to let you have your moment.

the universe did indeed have other plans for you, but this time, you're thankful.

[opal-nite]

delicate; b.barnes

chapter seven - “the king is dead”

delicate masterlist

word count: 1.7k

synopsis: shuri has awful news. the reader is terrified but bucky is strangely calm. the world is turned upside down, and not in a good way.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: this was so fun to write omg get ready it’s finally getting interesting!!! (as always, OC on my wattpad @ / typicaldaze)

Months had gone by since that day at the lake. Countless therapy sessions had been endured, several hard questions asked, many many issues worked through. Bucky suffered through a few more anxiety attacks along the way, but they never hindered his resolve, thanks to (Y/N). They had made progress, good, solid progress. Bucky was pleased; (Y/N) was thrilled. It's hard to see change when you're the one going through it. However, to the person guiding that change, every step forward is recognized. She was proud. She was genuinely proud of him. He wasn’t “fixed,” he still had struggles, but he was a lot better off then before.

There was something peculiar, though. Their relationship was strictly professional, (Y/N) knew that. However, she couldn't help but feel as though along the sidelines of their progress, they had grown to become friends. She knew that, clinically, this was not appropriate, but there were no corporate guidelines she was working under. She was helping him. So, what would it matter if after all this was over, they were friends? What would it matter if his therapist also operated as his friend? Hell, she didn't even have an official therapist position here! Sharon just sent her to help. (Y/N) had decided she didn't care about the boundaries being crossed. Nothing ever went wrong with someone gaining a friend. It's fine.

Regardless, the two of them had thoroughly addressed the anxiety and the PTSD, and he now officially had both diagnoses. He understood himself and his brain so much better, and with (Y/N)'s help, he not only acknowledged his disorders, but accepted them. She taught him to not see them as the enemy, not something that was wrong with him. They were just a part of him, same as his brown hair or blue eyes.

Bucky was so much more open now. He was less on edge and more comfortable, especially around her. In all honesty, he was usually his most comfortable with her. He had coping skills and everything!

This was all grand and good, but (Y/N) hoped with everything in her that it wouldn't be ruined by the present disaster.

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"I thought he was automatically supposed to be king?" (Y/N) asked, confused.

She was at her weekly meeting with Shuri for Bucky's treatment plan, and the young genius had just told her she couldn't make it next week due to T'Challa's coronation.

"He is," Shuri started, "but it's Wakandan tradition to open the position up to a dual. So, his rule isn't set in stone."

"Oh... What if someone... challenges him?"

"Then they will fight! However, I have no worries. T'Challa is a great warrior, and though I doubt anyone would challenge him, he would win if they did."

(Y/N) admired the faith Shuri had in her brother. She could tell their bond was strong.

"Couldn't you technically challenge him?"

Shuri revealed a kind of devilish smirk that only a sibling can muster. "Oh, I have thought about it. But I am much more useful in my lab, and T'Challa wouldn't know what to do with himself if he wasn't in charge."

(Y/N) looked back on the memory anxiously as she stared in horror at the look on Shuri's face. A wicked mix of fear, grief, and stress drained all the color from the princess' normally dark, beautiful skin. Shuri had always radiated confidence and composure; seeing this change worried (Y/N) deeply.

"The King is dead."

Her face became void of any expression and all she could process was fear. She thought she gasped but she couldn't remember breathing out again. Her brain was frozen. (Y/N) was in a foreign country that just lost its monarch. She was alone, and all the people she was relying on to protect her just had their kingdom invaded and taken over by someone with the word kill as part of their nickname. She was almost certain that this would be her end.

"Dr. (Y/L/N)?" Shuri said unsteadily. "Did you hear me?"

"Y-Yes I... What are we going to do?" her voice was weak and small. Pathetic and afraid.

Then, thoughts of Bucky crossed her mind. What would happen to him? He could fight, she supposed, but he doesn't have any weapons or gear and he'd be against an entire regime. What if they killed him? What if they tortured him? Different scenarios quickly flashed through her brain, but she could only one concrete thought.

I have to find him.

"My family and I have a plan, but we can't take you with us."

Any remaining semblance of hope dissipated from (Y/N)'s body, and she swore she could feel her veins quiver with apprehension.

"What?"

Her voice felt far away.

"It is not ideal, and I'd never leave you unless I had to. But Agent Everett Ross is here. It's a long story, but as you know, he can't find out about Sergeant Barnes. He can't know that either of you are here. If we take you with us, it could compromise everything we've been working for," the nervous princess explained.

"So... what of me and Bucky?"

"Again, it's a long story, but there's a... sort of fallout shelter - I guess you could call it - that was built years and years ago when the first tribes of Wakanda were constantly at war with one another. I will give you supplies and directions, and you two must go there and remain hidden until this is all over."

Fantastic. (Y/N) would get to play Cold War nuclear fallout in Wakanda.

"How will we know?"

Shuri gave her a somber look. A look of uncertainty and immense guilt.

"I wish I could apologize enough, my partner, but I do not know. I promise I will try to contact you as soon as I get any information, but for now we must hurry. We do not have much time."

With that, Shuri took (Y/N)'s arm and quickly led her her outside. It was late afternoon and the air was beginning to cool. They ran, locked together, until they met the Queen under a large tree among the outskirts of a nearby forest. The woman looked just as shaken up as Shuri.

(Y/N) could see bags of different shapes and sizes at the base of the tree. She could only hope whatever was in there was sufficient for survival.

Shuri immediately embraced her mother, but the moment was short lived as she then bent down to gather the bags.

The Queen placed her hands gently on the sides of the psychologist’s face. "I am so sorry, child. This does not involve you in the slightest yet you are swept up in the middle of it."

Shuri handed her mother the bags and they both geared (Y/N) up with all her supplies. It was heavy. Really heavy. She realized she was carrying supplies for two. Then, there was panic.

"What about Bucky?"

"Barnes doesn't know about any of this yet. I thought it best he heard it from you," Shuri expained, "and we cannot afford anymore delays. Us or you. You must go now, tell Barnes what is happening and go. I wish I could be more help, but we simply don't have the time."

(Y/N) nodded, trying to process all the chaos. She was internalizing every bit of it. As a result, she was once again, frozen.

"Dr. (Y/L/N)!" Shrui exclaimed.

Her head shot up, snapped out of it.

"Go! You must go!"

And with that, (Y/N) took off. She had been in Wakanda long enough to know her way around the castle's surrounding land. Her speed didn't last very long as she was carrying for two, but she tried all she could to keep going as quickly as possible.

Eventually she found herself outside of Bucky's living quarters. She didn't know what to do, so she knocked.

An array of different emotions went through Bucky's face. At first he looked pleased, but then he saw the horror etched into (Y/N)'s features, and the bags she was carrying. He could tell something was wrong.

"What happened?" he asked, surprisingly calm, while immediately taking some of the bags from (Y/N). He still only had one arm but that really didn't seem to matter to him.

She was out of breath, face flushed and eyes wide.

"The King is dead," she said breathlessly. "Someone... someone killed him a-and took over."

Bucky didn't look as scared as (Y/N) felt. In fact, he looked... totally fine?  She was so out of it she wanted to curl up in a hole and allow natural death. How was the anxious man she was accustomed to so at ease? The world was flipped upside down and (Y/N) had no control. She wished there was a word stronger than fear because she couldn't even describe what she was feeling.

"Okay," Bucky said, gently taking another bag, leaving her with only one to carry, "What did Shuri say? What do we have to do?"

She shook her head, trying to regain her breath and her composure. "There's um - there's a fallout shelter thing we have to go to. Here."

She handed  him a crumpled up piece of paper that Shuri gave her. A map with directions. (Y/N) knew he would've been better at locating it than she could at that moment.

"Alright," more of the calm voice filled her ears. "Anything else?"

"There are more details, but - we don't have time," she sighed, restlessly. Her voice began to shake ever so slightly. "Bucky, I'm so sorry. We have to go now. I promise I'll tell you everything."

"Okay," he said again. He bent down slightly, looking her directly in the eyes. " (Y/N), we're fine, okay? We're good, and we're gonna be fine. I will get us there. Are you ready?"

She nodded, steeling herself.

Bucky looked at the map, then glanced up in the direction of the shelter. He took (Y/N)’s forearm firmly. She gave him a look, confirming she was ready. And off they went.

[ashes-in-a-jar]

The Princess Hold: a Jon, Martin and Also Martin Tale

@dathen​ asked and I'm attempting to deliver XD

Really wanted to do this anyway as a sort of writing exercise. I hope y'all like it!

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The Wind whipped around him angrily as though the air was cross at being forced to move around. The hallways, doors, shifting carpets, tacky plants and all that was that maze of a hotel were folding into themselves, creating a void for the air to rush in. Jon barely managed to find his bearings eventually completely losing his footing as the floor beneath him gave way into nothing. Vaguely he thought he was lucky he was on the bottom floor and immediately realized it didn't matter because now he was midair and falling fast.

He hardly had time to think beyond the bitter notion that while time and space didn't function, gravity seemed to work just fine when impact occurred.

Only it was not what he was expecting.

That is, it wasn't jarring or painful as it should have been. It was soft and gentle and made a muffled 'oomph' noise.

Jon tried to catch his breath as he looked up. His mind immediately calmed at the sight. Martin. His lovely Martin, slightly rattled was looking down at him as his arms were somehow wrapped around him in an almost princess hold.

But not quite.

Because the way he landed, there was no way a mere princess hold could catch him so securely and steadily. And that's when Jon looked up to his other side.

There was Martin. Again. As disheveled and surprised as the first.

"Christ, Jon??"

Jon whipped his head around to the first Martin. Then back to the other one. Then back again.

"Um..."

His mind took a moment to finally let the information seep in as he Knew what he was seeing. Oh. Interesting. It did not make it any less bizarre for him though. While fully comprehending what was going on he suddenly realized his current situation and his face began heating up.

"O-oh Martin. G-good. Um, it’s good to see you... both." He really didn't know which way to look and being held the way he was was not helping.

Martin (and... Also Martin?) must have read the daze and astonishment on his face because despite their evident bewilderment they both chuckled and gently set him down between them in perfect synchronization. They did not step back.

"W-what happened? We just got here, there was a hotel and suddenly..." Martin said, still confused.

"Jon what did you do this time?" The other Martin chided fondly.

"I, um, I killed Helen." They were not backing away and it was very distracting.

"Oh." Said one.

"Why?" Said the other.

Jon couldn't keep up. He just had a whole building implode like a black hole around him and he was still trying to adjust to the sudden change from being immersed in distorted, dizzying patterns to being back in the gray, eye-full, monotone landscape that now surrounded him and his beloved(s). He could hear the rain not too far away.

It was disorientating how nice and warm he suddenly felt. From both his sides. Both Martins had put their arms around his waist and back to steady him and kept their hands there. Two arms more than Jon was used to. It was strange. It was nice. It was... What were they talking about?

"Uhh.. I-It's a long story. Ish. I-I'll explain later." There is no way he could concentrate enough to explain all of the convoluted manipulation games he and Helen played. Not now when there are two very distracting persons standing so near him.

One Martin sighed "And of course you couldn't wait until you were safe outside to make her disappear."

"No. I'm sorry."

"It's okay Jon, we're just glad you're okay." The second Martin was stroking his back in reassuring circular motions.

"Uhh... H-how was your domain?" This is getting ridiculous. He needed a way to differentiate between the two Martin's in his mind otherwise he will just become more confused. He settled on a simple Right-Martin and Left-Martin where they were positioned around him accordingly.

"Uh, as you can probably tell, it was a... An enlightening journey of self discovery." Right-Martin said, eyeing Left-Martin reflectively. "I... didn't realize I’m quite so… argumentative."

Despite himself Jon snorted while Left-Martin rolled his eyes "Well..."

Right-Martin tightened his grip on Jon's back "Oh, be quiet you."

"I was going to say it goes both ways." Left-Martin smirked. "We had some important things to discuss so the split just... happened. Sort of underwhelming compared to what we're assuming you just went through, to be honest."

"Yeah." Right-Martin agreed.

"Hmm" Jon hummed, letting himself lean into Right-Martin's arms. He was quite groggy and being surrounded like this did not help him regain his attentiveness. Left-Martin stepped forward to sandwich Jon even further and buried his face in Jon's tousled hair. Right-Martin sighed and brought his arms down to tighten around Jon's lower back. Jon's breath stuttered slightly.

"So... Helen's gone then." Right-Martin said quietly.

"Yes." Jon breathed.

"Time to mourn?" Left-Martin asked. He lowered one hand to catch Jon's. It was a bit awkward in this position but his hand felt warm and secure so Jon wasn't complaining.

"You can if you want..." He looked up from Right-Martin's chest to his face. "Do you? want to mourn?"

"A bit? I mean, she was our friend, sort of."

"No she wasn't and you know it" Left-Martin quipped, squeezing Jon's hand. "She was just pretending to be our friend. Probably thought she had something to gain from it. You know how the Distortion is."

"Yeah, I guess. But she was one of the only other people we met on our journey that we could actually talk to. That must count for something, hm?"

"Maybe. But Jon killed her and probably had a good reason to, no?"

"Yeah, you're probably right, as usual." Right-Martin conceded begrudgingly.

"Well, when I'm right you're right. I'm you." Left-Martin stated and then unprompted leaned forward and planted a kiss on the Archivist’s left cheek.

Jon, who was half listening to the back and forth banter while blissfully basking in all that was his wonderful boyfriend Martin, started. "Wha-"

"Hey!" Right-Martin exclaimed.

Left-Martin rolled his eyes again. "Come on, you know you want to. Look how lovely and adorable he is." He pecked Jon's cheek again. Jon’s face was at this point so warm he felt like a Desolation domain in the making.

"Fine, yeah I do." Right-Martin tentatively looked at Jon who stared back wide eyed and gently leaned to plant an identical kiss on his right cheek.

Jon was almost gone at this point. This was more overwhelming than the confusion the Distortion tried to enforce on him. He hugged Right-Martin back with one arm and squeezed Left-Martin hand where it held his. They stayed that way for another moment before Jon gently extracted himself from between them, attempting to regain some semblance of control. He coughed and moved to straighten his hopelessly disheveled clothes and hair.

He could feel Martin slowly returning to himself, the effect of his domain wearing off as Left-Martin began fading while drifting closer to Right-Martin with a wispy, floating quality about him.

Jon was a bit disappointed at that. But maybe it was for the best. He's not sure he'd be able to handle having two of his boyfriend, even in the long run. Especially in the long run.

"M-Martin. Um... That was... Interesting. Th-thank you for the kisses."

Left-Martin let out one final snort before he faded into Right-Martin and became just. Martin.

They looked at each other a moment longer, drinking in one another's sight with endless affection. Jon broke the silence.

"If you need a moment to adjust, to... to mourn, take your time. But not too long."

Martin sighed in mixed relief and melancholy as he felt the effects of the merge. He smiled at Jon gently and asked "Why the sudden rush?"

"See that over there?" Jon pointed to the grey horizon, dark shapes sticking out like strange twisted fingers. "That's London"

"Oh." Martin said in a hushed tone. He laced his fingers with Jon's as they stood there, taking in the view.

"This is it then. The final leg of the journey."

"Yes." Jon said. "Let's find out if my efforts to clear our path were actually worthwhile."

"Hmm?" Martin hummed, confused.

"I'll explain on the way. Come on let's go."

He smiled fondly, oh so fondly at Martin, squeezing his hand.

Martin smiled back, lifted the hand to kiss it and stepped forward.

Jon followed suit and hand in hand they walked away from their meeting point, towards the unknown fate ahead.

[treatbuckywkisses]

ohmygod oh mygod oh my god

OMSGDOSMSG HELLO ???? COL ARE YOU ACTUALLY KIDDING ME RN LIKE ACTUALLY WHAT THE FUCK

what a fucking way to start a series ohmygod collie im ob-freaking-sessed

Now, every minute shift in your environment was a potential hindrance to your survival. starting with a memory and jumping right into this ???? holy fuck wow.

Not that any amount of distance would ever make you feel safe. Not from the people who terrified you more than any undead creature could. omg whaaaaat drama 👀 who are they what did we do😭

You went for the adult on your right first, lodging one ax into their neck and spinning behind them to gain momentum to pull it out as your other ax landed on the top of the kid's skull. The second adult barely had time to turn their neck before your blade was lodged inside its cheek. HELLO ??? oh we are so hot okay 😌 look at us wow

Overcome with emotion, the young one jumped forward, wrapping his arm around your middle. You froze, unsure what to do at first, and then your hands rested on his head and his shoulder in some semblance of a comforting gesture. PLEASE- i am sorry but the amount of touch starved is like personal to me i have to laugh we're a mom now how cute <3 they're good ages this is fine

There was no arm to require the extra fabric, apparently. Not that he needed any extra strength to hold you in place. I'm literally 😵💫😏🤭 head full <3 my one armed zombie killing dirty daddy <3 id do anything for him idc idc

Your heart broke into a million pieces, but you refused to let Bucky see tears well in your eyes. However, you could have sworn that you caught his murderous expression soften for a fraction of a second at AJ’s distress. please no this is exactly how i felt when i read it😭😭 he's just a lil baby pls i love aj & cass collie if you hurt them i will have no choice but to hurt you as well. BUCKY IS A SOFT GRUMPY BABY AWEEEEEE

“That depends,” you said. “Does staying with you mean this beefcake is going to keep a blade on me at all times? Or will I be able to, like, eat, sleep, and pee without risking getting my neck sliced open.” BEEFCAKE BEEFCAKE BEEFCAKE!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE SGSKSKSNHSKS I AM SCREAMING PLEASE YES AS SHE SHOULD GO OFF GIRL QUEEN PUSSY BOSS 🥰

It had been so long since you were wanted. Since someone cared about you. Not your body, not the blood flowing through your veins. this is so incredible shut the fuck up. god tier writing.

Instead of feeling fear or anger, you felt heat. OH ? WE FEELING SPICY ALREADY 😏🤭👀 can't say i blame her though bc I'd do it all for grumpy dirty beefcake

He was so close, so close to you, and yet some insane part of you felt the urge to move closer. It must have been your insanity that made you hallucinate his eyes flashing to your lips for a millisecond before meeting yours once again. shut up its only the first chapter I literally cannot fucking handle this im vibrating you stop that

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he said, the sweetness in his voice coated with disdain. Then, he turned back around and began to seamlessly climb the rope. shutup i will !!!!! omsfdksosng

It may be a kindness to leave these people be, but it would be a crime to prove Bucky right. so true we cannot let him have the satisfaction

no stop im experiencing collie i can not

no you are so sick and twisted for this im in love already omg i can't wait for the next chapter i have so much to say 😩

i know she won't tell them abt her other camp when they get there in fear they'll make her leave before she's even inside right they definitely like try and get nice w beefcake just to join camps right and then shit goes down or is that too twd for you ONSGDKSH I am invested okay and my twd phase was HUGE the first Fandom i was ever in wow you're bringing me back to my roots 🥲

anyways are beefcake and badass going to fuck bc WOW THEY ARE SO HOT I LITERALLY CANT BREAYHE SGSOSMGS you're actually killing me and we just got here im so excited and he so likes her okay I know it already oh the idiots to lovers will be so strong i can feel it

that's this fic couple btw beefcake & badass 😎 you set it up

WAIT I HAVE MORE WORDS BUT I HAVE TO GET READY FOR WORK UGH WHY DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF HELP

Awake My Soul • 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

WC: 3.5k

Summary: It’s been 5 years since zombies first started their invasion, and despite everything you’ve been through, you’ve managed to survive up until this point. Now it’s time to face your must dangerous challenge yet….the grumpy, untrusting, fiercely protective Bucky Barnes.

Chapter Warnings: Canon level violence, gets pretty gruesome (it's a zombie fic lol), vague mentions of torture, Bucky is angy.

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It was raining.

Somewhere, deep in the back of your mind, a flash of a memory brought you back to the days when you could sit by an open window, inhaling the smells from outside made that much sweeter by the rain. The pine scent from the evergreens that surrounded your home was sharper, the aromas from the flower garden just below you wafted upwards, making your bedroom smell like lilacs.

If you were lucky, your mom would have made hot chocolate, walking it over to you and sitting beside you within the alcove in your room, the two of you watching the rain in silence, allowing the sounds of droplets create a symphony with the different surfaces it fell upon.

But that was just a memory. A time when you could simply observe the weather and appreciate it with very little thought.

Now, every minute shift in your environment was a potential hindrance to your survival.

Rain was no longer just rain.

It was a sound you could hide behind, a substance that could wash away your footprints.

It was a lubricant that made climbing more difficult, a resistance added to your steps as you trudged through the thick mud.

Still, even as you sat atop an oak tree, eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement, the faint taste of chocolate lingered on your tongue.

Five years of this desolate life, and still those happy memories managed to poke through.

The snap of a twig caused your head to whip over to your right, eyes narrowing as you tried to focus through the wall of raindrops to the brush below.

It took a few seconds, but then you saw them.

There were three. Two adults and one kid, dragging their deteriorating bodies along. The rainfall was loud enough to create a reprieve for you from the horrific moaning sounds that continuously fell from their skeletal mouths.

Zombies.

You shifted on the branch ever so slightly to hide from them. Their gazes remained downward as they slowly walked down the wooded path, and you were grateful for the fact that you had just applied a fresh layer of moss to your skin.

They were twenty feet ahead of you now, gaze still focused on a nonexistent destination.

Just a few more minutes and they would be gone, and then you could continue moving.

It still wasn’t safe yet. You needed to put more distance between you and them.

Not that any amount of distance would ever make you feel safe. Not from the people who terrified you more than any undead creature could.

“I will always find you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing your breathing to remain steady.

Just when they stepped out of sight, another twig snapped.

Right below you.

Your head shot down, hand tightening around the hilt of your handaxe ready to strike.

But then your eyes widened, your mouth dropped open, and your heart stopped as you saw the source of the sound.

Kids. Two boys.

Alive.

They looked up at you, hands gripping the bark of the tree in panic.

The younger boy let out a small whimper, and you nearly jumped the 20 feet down from your spot to clamp your palm over his mouth, but it was too late.

You looked back ahead, and sure enough, there they were, bodies hobbling to what they hoped was their next meal.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, releasing your hold from the handaxe and grabbing the branch below.

The boys jumped back as you landed onto the muddy surface, their arms now grasping one another instead of the trees. The younger one looked like he was on the verge of sobbing and you slowly raised your pointer finger to your lips.

The older boy nodded in understanding, covering the younger one’s mouth.

You closed your eyes, hands moving to your side as you held onto the hilts of both axes, taking a long, deep breath as you forced your ears to block out the rain and listen for the terrifying groaning that approached.

On the exhale, your eyes shot open and you turned to run at them.

You went for the adult on your right first, lodging one ax into their neck and spinning behind them to gain momentum to pull it out as your other ax landed on the top of the kid's skull. The second adult barely had time to turn their neck before your blade was lodged inside its cheek.

They were on the ground, unmoving as you panted, securing the weapons to your sides once more. 

Then, you returned your attention back to the boys, who had stepped away from the tree, staring at you.

The older one opened his mouth to speak but you shook your head, finger going back to your lips and his mouth clamped shut.

You walked back to them, grabbing them both by the shoulder and ushering them back to behind the tree. 

After stepping back to do a quick scan of the perimeter, you looked back, face inches from theirs.

“Are you hurt?” They shook their heads. “Have you…have you been bitten?”

Their eyes widened as the head shaking grew more frantic. Then, they rolled up their sleeves and pulled the collars of their shirts, proving that there were no marks on their skin.

You nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. “Are you alone? Do you have people watching over you?”

The younger one’s bottom lip trembled as the older one whispered out, “We lost Momma and Bucky a few hours ago. There was a raid and we got separated.”

Fuck, you thought instead of saying out loud. “Do you have any idea where you last saw them?”

They shook their heads again.

Finally, the younger one was no longer able to contain himself as he quietly sobbed out, “Will you help us find Momma?”

You bit the bottom of your lip. It had been years since you had been part of a crew, when a betrayal put a target on your back and put you in a prison that made you desperate to escape to where the undead lurked.

Since you had finally managed to break free weeks ago, you’d been on your own. You preferred it that way. It was easier to be alone. 

Less people to worry about, less people to worry for.

It was that mindset that had you considering saying to the boys good luck and goodbye. Maybe if you gave them a spare blade they could stand a chance until someone alive might find them.

But then you saw the wetness on the young one’s cheek switch from rainwater to tears, and your body sagged in defeat.

“Yeah. I’ll get you to your mom.”

Overcome with emotion, the young one jumped forward, wrapping his arm around your middle. You froze, unsure what to do at first, and then your hands rested on his head and his shoulder in some semblance of a comforting gesture.

“I’m Cass,” the older boy said. “This is my brother AJ.”

You nodded. “Cass. AJ. I’m Y/n.” Pulling back you rubbed AJ’s head with a small side-smile, and you were surprised how much your heart swelled when he smiled back. 

That’s when you realized you were going to do anything and everything these two kids asked of you. “So, which way did your momma-”

Your words died in your throat as your ears picked up a sound nearby. 

Lifeless, dragging moans.

A lot of them.

More walkers, headed in your direction.

You looked to the wide-eyed faces of the boys, grabbing their hands and pulling them along. “Come on, and be quiet,” you whispered.

You started jogging to the right, careful to make sure the pads of your feet landed on the ground as quietly as possible, eyes scanning the area for any type of landmark you could hide in.

The moans grew softer and softer as you ran, and you felt a pit in your stomach start to diminish. They couldn’t catch up, meaning they didn’t have a fast one in their pack.

Those ones could have reached you easily, especially at the slowed pace with the boys.

Finally, about half a mile later, you noticed a large cliff with different jagged rocks sticking out, and some were structured together in a way that looked like they were caves.

It wasn’t awesome, but it would have to do. You could feel the boys starting to drag.

Once you reached the base of the rocks, you linked your fingers together and lowered them, gesturing to Cass to step on and climb up. Once he reached a flat point, you did the same for AJ, and Cass grabbed his younger brother’s arm to help him make it all the way up. 

You turned your head, listening for any signs of approaching zombies. It was quiet, but you didn’t want to test your luck.

With that, you hoisted yourself up the rock to Cass and AJ. Now that you were higher up, you noticed some deep crevasses further ahead and climbed over to hide within one of them.

The three of you huddle down, your arms wrapped around them while they clung to you, their breath shaky, tears streaming down their faces.

You wanted to tell them it was okay, that they were fine. But you couldn’t. You needed to keep quiet in case those walkers caught up.

Also, you didn’t actually know if you were okay.

After thirty minutes or so without hearing anything, you deemed the area safe, slowly moving up to stand, gesturing to the boys to stay where they were while you inspected your surroundings.

The rain had stopped, making it easier to listen for any alarming sounds, which you couldn’t detect. You looked up to the sky, now cloudless, noticing that the sun was starting to set. It would be dark soon. 

You thought for a moment. It was possible that you could continue on and cover more ground, and maybe you could find Cass and AJ’s camp before nightfall.

Or, you had run in the completely opposite direction and this might be the only semi-safe space you would find today.

If it had just been you, you would have gone with the more reckless option.

But now you had two small humans to look after.

With that, you walked back to the boys and told them you were going to camp out here for the night and head out first thing tomorrow. They both nodded, but you caught AJ’s bottom lip tremble.

The kid can’t be older than eight, you thought, heart breaking. Unable to control yourself, you stepped forward, pulling them both in for a hug.

“I promise I’ll do my best to keep you safe. I’ll get you back to your momma, okay?”

You felt them nod against your shoulders.

After a few moments, you pulled away and grabbed your bag, taking out the thin blanket you kept packed in there and wrapping it around them.

“Stay here,” you told them, zipping up the bag and putting it around your shoulders. “I’m going to try to find us some food. Cass, I’m putting you in charge until I get back.”

Cass’s chest puffed up, and he bobbed his head up and down. You gave them a reassuring smile before making your descent back to the ground.

It had been a while since you had traveled with anyone, and it surprised you how quickly you felt overwhelming worry and dread for the boys the further you got from them. You hoped this would be a quick trip and you could find some consumable mushrooms or a squirrel.

In the end, you settled for a pocket full of berries you deemed safe to eat. Luckily, you had left your canteen open while hiding in the tree earlier during the rain, so you had enough water to get you through tomorrow at least.

It was almost pitch black by the time you returned to the rock wall, and you smiled as you let out a sigh of relief knowing you were soon going to be reunited with your young companions.

Just as you raised your right hand against the hard surface to begin climbing, you heard an almost imperceptible shuffling sound behind you. Before you could turn around to see what it was, something had grabbed onto your wrist, pulling it down and shoving your body against the rock.

You let out a soft oof from the impact, using all of your strength to try to get out of this hold, but the arm against your back was immovable.

Hot air brushed against your ear as you heard a gruff, venomous voice whisper, “Where are they?”

“Who the fuck are you?” you whispered back, still trying to break out of the man’s grip.

Suddenly, you were spinning, and then your back was slamming against the hard surface.

And you were face to face with your attacker.

Years of surviving outside made it so that your eyes could see just as well in the darkness as it could in the light, and you were able to make out the giant man who towered over you.

His hair was cropped short, unkempt scruff covering his face. His right hand held a dagger up against your throat as his bottom lip curled up in a snarl.

You looked to his left, and noticed the sleeve to his blue henley was cut and sewn together at the shoulder.

There was no arm to require the extra fabric, apparently. Not that he needed any extra strength to hold you in place. 

“I’m not gonna ask again,” he said, his breath now hitting your cheeks. “Where. Are. They.”

“They’re here! I got them!” another voice called quietly from above you. The man’s eyes shot up from yours and you both looked to see a woman peering over the edge of the rock, Cass and AJ on either side of her.

“Don’t hurt her Bucky!” AJ cried out, and the woman covered his mouth to shush him.  

“She saved us from a pack of walkers earlier and was trying to bring us home!” Cass whisper-yelled in agreement.

Bucky’s jaw tightened, and his venomous gaze met yours. “We can’t trust outsiders,” he said, loudly enough for Cass to hear but you knew the message was aimed toward you.

“Buck, settle down,” the boys’ mom chastised, her tone filled with relief. “They’re here and they’re safe. Let’s just go home.”

AJ wiggled out of his mom’s hold. “Y/n is coming with us, right?” he begged.

Bucky shook his head, opening his mouth to say something but you spoke first. 

“AJ, I think it’s best for you and Cass to go back with your mom and Bucky,” you said, narrowing your eyes at the man who had reinvented the term of being stuck between a rock and a hard place. “I’ll be fine on my own.”

“No,” AJ wailed, now beginning to sob. “You have to come with us! We need to keep you safe!”

Your heart broke into a million pieces, but you refused to let Bucky see tears well in your eyes. However, you could have sworn that you caught his murderous expression soften for a fraction of a second at AJ’s distress.

“She’s good, Bucky,” Cass said, and you were amazed at how adult the young boy sounded in this moment. “She risked her life to save us when she didn’t need to.”

Silence.

Then, “Y/n?” the woman from above called out and you looked up, feeling the blade scrape against your throat. “We have a small camp. It’s well-protected, with a lot of good people who are willing to risk their lives for one another. It’s hard for us to trust newcomers to invite them to stay, but-”

“Sarah, don’t,” Bucky bit out.

“-But you saved my boys, and I don’t know what else I can do to thank you but offer whatever protection we can provide. As long as you’re willing to do the same for us.”

You looked back down at Bucky, who was shaking his head, eyes pleading.

The more his composure was breaking, the more you were able to see behind those eyes. And suddenly, the large, pissed off man before you was just a scared boy.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t just as terrified.

It would be the right thing to do, to say no. To stay on your own and continue running from the living demons that refused to stop hunting you down. Setting roots anywhere meant that you were not only putting a target on your back, but theirs. It would be selfish to expose these people to the dangers that went beyond the undead.

You couldn’t let them find you or anyone else.

But…

“Please, Y/n,” AJ begged. “You have to stay with us. Please.”

It had been so long since you were wanted. Since someone cared about you. Not your body, not the blood flowing through your veins.

Just. You.

“That depends,” you said. “Does staying with you mean this beefcake is going to keep a blade on me at all times? Or will I be able to, like, eat, sleep, and pee without risking getting my neck sliced open.”

The boys let out soft giggles and Bucky’s eyes widened with shock before narrowing. Were the corners of his mouth twitching?

“Bucky,” Sarah said, “Let her go. She’s fine.”

He stared at you for a few seconds, unmoving, and you set your jaw, raising your chin in defiance. 

With one last shake of his head, he loosened his grip, stepping back from you. You rubbed a hand over your neck.

“We’re too far from camp to get there safely in the dark,” Sarah said. “This spot looks safe enough to stay until dawn.”

“I scavenged some berries that y’all are welcome to,” you said, glaring at Bucky when he scoffed.

“That’s great, thank you, Y/n,” Sarah said, then ushered the boys back to your little camp above.

You were about to start your ascent back up when Bucky grabbed your arm, spinning you around until you faced him, the two of you only inches apart.

Instead of feeling fear or anger, you felt heat.

“If you do anything, anything,” he threatened between clenched teeth, “To put one of them in danger, you’ll be wishing one of them flesheaters got their hands on you first.”

He was so close, so close to you, and yet some insane part of you felt the urge to move closer. It must have been your insanity that made you hallucinate his eyes flashing to your lips for a millisecond before meeting yours once again.

But then, thankfully, your wits returned and you smirked.

“Save your threats for those who are actually trying to kill you, beefcake.” He scowled at the pet name you had apparently given him. “As intimidating as I may seem, there’s much scarier shit out there. Scarier than you, so excuse me for not falling victim to your threats. You don’t scare me, you just annoy me.”

Then, Bucky did the one thing you never expected.

He laughed. A low, grizzly chuckle that vibrated the parts of your body connected to his, then he clicked his tongue as he pulled away from you, moving toward the rock wall.

Though the man before you had done literally nothing to earn your sympathy, realization of his missing arm caused you to feel an unshakable urge to offer to help him climb up the wall.

Before you could say anything, Bucky reached down to his right hip, pulling out a small metal grappling hook attached to a thick piece of rope.

You watched him toss the hook up the cliff to where Sarah and the boys were, pulling it taught to make sure it was secure.

Then, he placed his right foot against the rock, turning back to you with a grin.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he said, the sweetness in his voice coated with disdain. Then, he turned back around and began to seamlessly climb the rope.

You watched him in awe, eyes glued to his back muscles as they carried his body up.

It was then that you realized you were alone at the bottom of the cliff. You turned to look over your shoulder into the unending forest.

You could run, you thought to yourself, hand moving up to your stomach, rubbing over the indentations. You could try to get as far away from them as possible. It would be a kindness.

But then you looked back to Bucky, who had made it up the cliff, and was now leaning down, his right arm extended down to you.

He raised his eyebrows questioningly, as if able to sense all of the doubt running through your mind, as if expecting you to run.

It may be a kindness to leave these people be, but it would be a crime to prove Bucky right.

So with that, you reached up the rock wall and grabbed his hand.

Chapter 2