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[winterarmyy]

Promise Me | Part I

When he was sent out for war, Bucky made a promise to his lover that might just last through several lifetimes.

Summary: Y/N kept being reincarnated into the world for seemingly endless of lifetimes with the lasting, vivid memories of her past lover during the 40's, Sargent James B. Barnes. While she thought this was a 'punishment' for her sins, she was also unknowingly oblivious to the fact that James was still alive somewhere, almost forever frozen in the time.

Navigation: Part I | Part II | Part III (end)

Words: 6.5k++ (hella long bc lots to cover in the story building part)

Pairing: 40s!bucky / eventually tfatws!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: just slow induced angst for your daily consumption (i guess?) It has a hopeful ending so don't let the first warning chase you away. reincarnation concept. an attempt to follow exact mcu timeline (forgive if i'm wrong at certain parts). slight religious contents. grief & loss. graphic violence. deaths. mention of suicide. a lot of reader's pov, story building > dialogs (sorry guys).

P/S: Another impulsive writing from me y'all. I hope you don't get bored of this tendency of mine lol. I just need to let the fantasies out before it consumes me. So... anyway, it's gonna be another 3 parts fic cause for the love of god, I cannot commit for more :') Also, my first attempt of writing 40's bucky!!! I'm honestly scared. I hope you like it!

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Italy, 1943 – His return

If there was one thing that Bucky should have expected when he decided to be in a relationship with Y/N was it would be that he had to accept her for who she was; stubborn, clumsy, bold, clever, sweet and most certainly the prettiest dame he ever met.

He might have unknowingly signed up for it the moment he quite literally fell for her at one of those Stark's science expo. Bucky had been stealing glances at this one pretty lady in the crowd; adored in soft mint dress that falls right below her knees.

It wasn't even a scandalous dress to wear in public but somehow Bucky was more than ecstatic to marvel at her beauty. There was no such thing as a too long of a stare, especially when she laughed like that; throwing her head in amusement, the loose strands of her curls fall back across her shoulders as they slightly shook to the rhythm of her laughter.

A careless misstep – that Bucky could see from a mile away – had caused her to stagger backwards and twisted her ankle into an inevitable fall. Somehow, Bucky managed to slither his way through the crowd towards her, almost jumping forward to catch her before she landed on the ground.

Not only that he was the one who fell first, but he also fell hard.

So, it was expected that Bucky knew what he had got himself into. At least, that was what Y/N had been repeating in her head to convince herself for what she had done. Now that she was sitting at the back of the wobbly military truck, the fear had slowly started to seep into her, causing shivers to crawl all over her nerves.

Y/N just knew it in her guts that Bucky would be absolutely furious when he sees her but what does he expect her to do when she hadn't receive any letters from him for months now. So, when she heard that they needed more medic volunteers at the Italy base, she signed up without thinking twice about it.

"There has been a recent attack on the 107th. Too many casualties and much more whose heavily injured. You might have your hands full the moment you arrive to the base. There are few rules..." The lieutenant's voice was as rigid just as his demenour when he continued to inform the situation to the troops of medical staff.

No matter how much she wanted to pay attention to his words, Y/N couldn't help but to tune in only at his first few sentences. Casualties and heavily injured. Her hands moved to search for the cross pendent hanging from the necklace around her collarbone, gripping it tight as she prayed that her lover was not categorized under any of those dire circumstances.

What the lieutenant said in that truck could never be more true; as the moment they stepped into the medic tent, Y/N and the others were quickly pulled to assist the fallen men. It was truly heartbreaking and horrid to witness the dreading truth behind what the public posed as the "heroes of the country".

Surely they were proud to fight for the nation but then again no human being should ever had to suffer the consequences of war; not the civilians and certainly not the soldiers.

After seemingly hours of continuous stitching, wrapping and patching up; surrounded sound of groaning pain and the endless cycle of inhaling the distinct scent of fresh blood, burned flesh and the bitter of anticeptic odor; the injured soldiers were finally taken care of and had been put to rest.

Y/N looked around the tent, noting the unorganized mess around the patients; the result of the panic and chaos of the whole situation. A thought came to her mind, she might need to do some cleaning up before writing down medical record for each one of the patients.

That was when the lieutenant entered into the tent, and his stern gaze swiftly analyzed the much calmer scene, "Thank you for your service, everybody. I assume the soldiers are stabilized?"

"Yes, sir." One of the battalion doctor replied as he approached, while the rest of the team watched from where they stood.

The lieutenant simply nodded, "Good." He paused for awhile and looked around,  "Now, have any of you met Captain America before?"

There were bunch of no's murmured around the medical staff, some of them just shook their head as an answer and the lieutenant nodded again, "Well, I guess you are all just darn lucky cause he's here to perform. You are invited to come and join the others to watch, if you want to." He informed.

"Steve's here?" She thought to herself.

As the lieutenant continued to explain some things about accommodation, food and medical supplies, Y/N's head were filled with thought that her dear friend, Steve.

"I wonder if he gotten any words from James."

"Maybe he got letters from him?"

"Or could it be that he was here to find James too?

There were so many questions kept circulating in her head that by the time she snapped out of them, the lieutenant was already long gone and some of the volunteers went out to untangle themselves from the hours of stressful tension.

As a nurse herself, she felt the need to take care of her patients and finish her job before anything else. So, she started to clean up the shredded clothes, bloodied guazes and the other medical tools that needed to be sterilized and put away.

By the time she finished, it finally dawned to her that there was no trace of Bucky in the medic tent. Which means he didn't fall into the heavily injured category. So, there was two left; the one she prayed for and the other that dreaded her to even think about.

Y/N quickly made her way towards the tent where she can find the soldier in charge. However, if she was focused during one of the lieutenant's speech in the truck, she would've heard that she and the others were not authorized to enter certain parts of the base, which include the higher ups' tents.

When she was turned down by the soldiers, she sadly walked away towards the main area where Steve was supposed to perform. The drag of her feet across the dusty sand was heavy; but no more heavier than the burden in her heart.

She watched as her black pump shoes gradually covered with light sand. Finding it odd that a few weeks ago she was standing on the shiny tile of a hospital in Brooklyn and now she was halfway across the world in the middle of the chaos of a war.

The things she'd do for love.

Soon enough, the dry ground was wet from the sudden down pour, turning it into a murky soggy path. Y/N quickly ran towards the main area; where apparently the show was long over. "Did I missed Steve?" She thought as she stepped into the tent where the performers supposed to be.

The tent turned out to be empty as she suspected. There was only the sound of drizzling raindrops above it was left behind.

She looked around the area and saw the costumes for the performers were still there; the pleated white and red skirt hanging on the rack, white gloves clipped with them, the captain's shield with notes sticking at the back of it and the iconic blue helmet-mask plastered with the obvious letter of A.

She peeked a little to the right only to see Steve hunched down on the floor, curling into himself just as he always did back when he was left beaten up in the alleyway somewhere in Brooklyn.

A thought passed through her mind; maybe the upgrade of his size doesn't really change his habits.

Y/N walked closer to see him holding his sketchbook on one hand and another was a pencil pressing across the paper. The tip scribled up and down, lining the drawing of a monkey on a unicycle. "I guess the serum does not amplify your art skills huh, Stevie?" she teased as she approached the blonde man.

Steve lifted up his head as he turned towards the familiar voice, "y/n?" His face lit up as he recognized her face. He stood on his feet and pulled her into a tight hug, "It's so good to see you." He sighed, he haven't seen her since his departure to be paraded around the world as the 'symbol of freedom'.

He clearly remembers what he wrote in the letter regarding her wish to volunteer as a medic for the war; practically begging her to not do this and stay home.

But alas, it took awhile for him to process it but when it came to him, he gently pushed her away, "Wait.. what are you doing here?" His brows creased into a worried frown.

Y/N simply smiled as she responded, "They needed help, so I volueentered."

Steve shook his head in disbelief, "I know that." He sighed as a frown deepened across his feature, "Bucky made me promise not to let you do stuff like this."

In which Y/N countered, "And he remind you not to do anything stupid until he get back; so..." she purposely trailed her words for him to draw the conclusion on his own.

He let out a long sigh before concluding, "Bucky's gonna kill us."

Since, Bucky was in the topic, Y/N wanted to take the oppurtunity to asked Steve about him, "About that, have you heard--"

A woman's voice came from her back, cutting in between her words, "Steve?"

Steve nervously distance himself from Y/N as he shyly greeted the brunette, "Hi."

The woman continued to stare at Y/N trying to figure out her role and relationship to Steve but before she could get any strange idea, he quickly introduced her, "This is y/n. She's a good friend of mine at home."

A spark of realization glint through her eyes "I see. I'm Peggy. Nice to meet you." She extended her hand towards Y/N, in which she gladly shook it in hers as she reintroduced herself, "You too. I'm y/n."

After the brief exchange of smile between the two ladies, Steve continued to ask Peggy, "What are you doing here?"

Peggy sighed as she explained, "Officially, I'm not here at all." She paused as she picked her words, "I just came by to oversee the situation after the recent attack."

Although Y/N knew what Peggy meant, she was one of the medic staff that had been stitching up the aftermath of that attack after all. However, Steve on the other hand seemed to be lost.

Peggy further explained, "Schmidt sent out a force to Azzano, more than 200 men went up against him and less than 50 returned." She paused, "Your audience contained what's left of the 107th."

Steve's blues widen in realization that almost looked much like panic, "The 107th?"

"What?" Peggy prompt quickly.

Steve then turned his head to Y/N, "Bucky?" He questioned shortly.

But even she was hoping that he'll know something about Bucky, apparently she was wrong, "I tried to ask but I'm not authorized to enter the tent. I was hoping you heard from him."

Seeing the panic in Steve's eyes, she knew that her lover was no where near the safety that she prayed for. But before fear could set in, Steve sprinted out of the tent, "Come on!" he shouted as Y/N and Peggy ran closely behind him.

When they arrived to the tent, fortunately they had the permission to enter with the help of Peggy. "Well, if it isn't the Star-Spangled Man With A Plan. What is your plan today?" Colonel Philips greeted in a teasing manner.

Steve didn't even bother to greet the colonel as he demanded, "I need the casualty list from Azzano." In which the Philips responded, "You don't get to give me orders, son."

Knowing that arguments won't help the situation, he control his tone of voice and spoke, "I just need one name, Sergeant James Barnes from the 107th." He took a short breath and insisted, "Please tell me if he's alive, sir. B-A-R-"

Colonel Phillips stood on his feet as he walked towards a table behind him, "I can spell. I have signed more of these condolence letters today than I would care to count." He paused before turning around to eye on Steve and briefly on the very worried looking nurse next to him.

"But the name does sound familiar. I'm sorry." There was a flash of sincerity in his eyes when he looked towards Y/N.

The optimistic Steve continued to insist more about other possibilities than casualties, "What about the others? Are you planning a rescue mission?" They went back and forth about the what is the 'right' thing to do, "Yes, it's called 'winning the war'. "

And suddenly sound of the heavy rain fall was all Y/N could hear, then comes the booming of her heartbeat as the panic started to deprive her of any optimism; clouding her judgment to think of anything near to positive outcomes such as Steve.

It was getting harder to breath and the anxiety slowly choked her from within, forcing tears to pool in her eyes. Peggy swiftly took a hold on Y/N, before her knees managed to fall to the ground. The muffled sound of Peggy's voice managed to come through but not enough to wake her from the despair.

Before she knew it, Steve was already gone for an unauthorized rescue mission with the help from Peggy. And ever since, Y/N had spend every waking moment digging her knees into the uneven ground under her tent. Her elbows were bruised from how hard she propped them on the steel edge of the army green cot. Her palms almost dented to shape of the silver cross as she desperately squeeze it between her hold.

She prayed and prayed for his return. For both of her dearest to be safe, to find their way home.

Every part of her body was numb and all she hoped for was to have her prayers be answered. And it seems like God heard her whispers of the night.

Like the others, Y/N was drawn to the commotion as the crowd was getter louder. At first she noticed a few, then the circle of soldiers were geting thicker when the survivors joined the rest of them. There were chantings of "Captain America" that echoed throughout the base and that gave her relief to know that Steve was safe.

But it was not enough to tame her anxiousness. Y/N's focus has never been sharper when her eyes scanned the crowd, she slithered her way between the jumping joy of the soldiers, grabbing onto some men who she mistook as Bucky; until she saw him.

Her heartbeat ramped increasingly as she pushed through the soldiers, finding strength from the blood pumping excitement when she recognize those steel blues and that cheeky smile. Not long before she managed to grab onto his hand and pulled his attention to her.

It was brief but he knew that face anywhere; and suddenly his whole body was engulf into a familiar tight hug that he thought he could never be able to feel again. "James." her voice stuttered even if it was just one word that came out of her lips.

"y/n?" Bucky called her name, almost in disbelief.

God, she never knew that she was able to miss his voice this much.

"Doll, what you doing here?" He gently lead her away, which she reluctantly followed, "I'm here for you." There was no need of lies now that Bucky was here in her arms.

His gaze soften with a mix of concern and joy, "What do you mean you're here for me?" Bucky couldn't help but to let out a short laugh, "Sweetheart, you do realized that you're in the middle of a warzone?" His brows quirked as he reminded.

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course, she realized that. The moment she saw that form for the volunteer enlistment, she already knew that. But, it didn't stop her to sign up, does it?

She laced her fingers into his, "I didn't come all the way here to fight with you, James." she whispered as she leaned closer, "So, please just shut up and kiss me."

Bucky might have just realized it now; what a stubborn, demanding, crazy little lover got himself. Though at the same time, he had never been more charmed.

Bucky sighed in defeat before running his tongue on his lower lip, "Well then, come here you little minx" he took her by the head and gave her the most desperate yet sweetest kiss she could never forget.

Brooklyn, 1944 – Promises, promises

It was the day that Steve, Bucky and the rest of the Howling Commandos were depolying to the Austrian Alps for one of the biggest mission since Captain's impulsive rescue mission in Italy last year.

Apparently, Zola was on the move and predicted to be passing though the location while travelling on a train.

This wasn't the first time she had sent Bucky away, but the fear of each departure always felt like it was her first; especially when she thought about the promise of death that's chained to a soldier's fate.

The closer the time of departure, the stronger her grip on Bucky's uniform becomes. And Bucky didn't need to say anything because he knows her too well; she won't take any of his sweet words as a cure for her distress.

Instead, Bucky slowly swayed her from side to side as their embrace tightens with need; her face hidden in the crook of his neck while his arms secured around her waist. He had to smile as it reminded him of their late night dance, barefoot on the kitchen floor of his tiny apartment.

He could feel the teasing gaze coming from his back as well as the whistles of the Howling Commandos playfully making fun of him. Bucky was also well aware of the fact that everyone had made theirs bets on when will the Sargent James B. Barnes finally get down on his knees for his little nightingale of a nurse.

Unsurprisingly, Steve might just win the bet afterall. That punk just had know everything about him.

Y/N snuggled closer into him, "Come home to me, James." She whispered against his skin before pulling away. Teary eyes threatened to spill its salty liquid as she looked up at him, "Promise me."

Bucky's charming smile lighten his features as he leaned to press a kiss in her forehead, "I promise."

Brooklyn, 1945 – Loved and lost

Months gone by, entered the new year, and it always felt like eternity for Y/N. She spent nights kneeling next to her bed and days on the church's floor; practically begging to God for the life of her lover, for keeping him away from death.

And the letters from Bucky also come and goes within those few months' time, with his promises of coming home; laced in the words of his longing and love for her.

But, little did she knew, that promise met it's end of the bargain when the dreaded letter came to her hands. It came from the man she met back in Italy base, Colonel Phillips, sending the words of condolences for the death Sargent James B. Barnes during his honourable mission at the Austrian Alps.

But the first time she read to words, it didn't even register in her head. It was as if her brain failed to translate the text; unable to make it so she understood what they meant. Y/N had been re-reading the same lines over and over and over until it finally clicked.

The usually bright eyes of hers were now slowly filled with tears, she was in the state of shock; that even if her brain knew exactly what had happened but her heart wasn't ready for it. 

The tears started to fall down onto the letter. Drip by drip. And all of the sudden she lost every word that she could ever think of. Her silent scream; suffocating her with each breath she took desperately gripping onto the fragile piece of paper, holding it to her chest hold as if that would help to ease the pain in her heart.

Y/N could feel it in her ripping guts. How all the threads of every joyful memories she could ever once recall; they unraveled in a way that broke her to pieces until they were all but a rumpled of strings scattered about her feet.

A sharp fall had forced Y/N down to her knees, skin digging into the hard floor as her hands trembled silently, clutching onto the letter.

At first when she opened her mouth, there was not a single sound came out as her breath ripped from her lungs. Each left her with scars of loss and every waking minute in this reality was just pure pain.

Her body bend forward until her forehead meets the cold floor; that was when she wailed – an agonizing scream that left a haunting memory to the neighbours around her apartment.

She cried like there was too much raw pain inside that she could never contained. She cried like her soul needed to break loose from her skin, desperate to release a loathful rage on the world. 

But it was more than just crying, it was the sobbing of a woman that drained of all hope. She sank on floor, willing herself to be swallowed by the dread and loss. Just screaming out the agonies that been dancing across her vulnerable veins. 

Her chest violently quivered as she was desperately trying to catch the air. She collected every last energy that she had to call out the name of the lover she had loss, "James.." Her gasping breath whispered against the floor, "You promised." 

A month later the nation celebrate to the announcement to the end of a war, but to Y/N it was just another wave of mourning grief to a loss of another precious person in her life; Steve.

Amidst the loud sound of cheering and laughter, she rushed away from the crowd to the place that she had put all her faith into. Stumbling through the empty church and falling at the feet of Jesus' statue, Y/N looked up at the face of God; not with her usual admiration but instead with so much loath, rage and despair.

The night sky was brighten to the flashing light from the firework but all she could think of was how similar the sound of it to a firing canon in the war.

And the thought of Bucky and Steve run through her mind.

She had been nothing but faithful to the lord, religiously prayed for no more than saving the life of people she held dear to her heart.

But, God thought it would be merciful to let them die.

Y/N harshly ripped the cross necklace from her neck, tearing her skin apart in the process. She gripped on the cross in her hands, much like she would few months back but for completely different reason.

The crimson of her blood tainted the white collar of her nurse uniform as she she cursed the all mighty God for what he had done. Ever since, she swore to herself to never be naive to the illusion of God's mercy ever again.

Washington D.C., 2014 – An old friend

Fate is full with irony and God has his way of twisting them for his own pleasure.

When Y/N died in the 60's, old and unmarried, even if she doesn't believe in God anymore, her dying wish was to be able to meet her lover and friend again.

At least one more time.

But lo and be hold, he had different plans for her. Y/N's body did die that night on the hospital bed but her soul never did. It was as if she was woken up from sleep in another body with the same face as her, that's when she realized she has been reincarnated.

Apparently, she was only born in the same family lineage as her original life; whether coming from her younger brother or cousin or anyone related back to her bloodline. And sharing even the tiniest amount of blood of her own, triggers every single memory from her previous life.

This wasn't what she wanted.

She didn't want to live knowing she cannot be with Bucky.

So on the second life, she did the unthinkable. She took her own life, thinking that she would finally leave the world behind but she didn't.

It happened again.

And again.

And again.

So, when she reached her sixth life, she realized that she will never able to meet James and Steve ever again; that was when she went rogue.

Her sixth life was filled with rage and vengeance; to the point that she took the idea of life very lightly. So, instead of living until the old days, she searched for revenge and got herself tragically killed in the process.

Now, the 18 year old Y/N was in her seventh life, with a new name that was given by her seventh parents, "Evelyn" , and the spitting image of her first life. From her dark raven hair to the light brown of her eyes. This time, she decided to try to accept the cruel fate; the cursed that God had placed on her for the sin that she made decades ago.

Y/N walked around the Smithsomian Museum, specifically at the American history section where they put up Captain America's exhibit. It's been how many lifetimes since she surround herself with knowledge of a past that she once lived.

This was the first time, since her first life. And most probably the last time since she was going overseas in a week to continue her studies in Asia.

She walked along the line up display of the Howling Commandos suits, remembering the living flesh of them as she took steps forward to each, stopping in front of Bucky's.

Flashes of him appeared to where the figure stood; the memories was so vivid that she could still feel fabric of his suit against her, the electrifying feeling on his skin on her own.

She ripped her gaze away just to be greeted by the portrait of Bucky, plastered so huge and proud on the memorial of one of the Howling Commandos section. Despite the cracking of her heart, her body move on its own; as they knew that deep down, Y/N's heart will always be yearning for her lover.

Her gaze soften with longing and nostalgic as she slowly blink at his features. His considerably messy hair, that little frown that he does to act mysterious for the ladies, and the thin layer of beard that she loved to leave her lipstick marks on.

Y/N's daydream were cut short when someone pulled her by the arm, startling her into a defensive mode. Her sixth life's habit almost broke through when she nearly flipped the man on the floor but thankfully she stopped herself as she recognized those blue eyes.

The man's face looked pale like he had seen a ghost, as he uttered a name that she haven't heard for decades, "y/n?"

"Steve..." she called his name wordlessly.

She knew he was alive. Everybody does.

When the news came out in 2011, she was merely a 15 year old kid back then. Apparently, the super soldier serum helped him to survive the ice.

She remembered how her parents rushed to her room when they heard the sudden cluttering sounds of panic upstairs, only to find their daughter on the floor looking pale while her cup of iced coffee spilling in all over her study desk as the viral youtube video of Captain America running through New York city barefoot playing on the screen of her computer.

She remembered the feeling of both disbelief and joy that rushed through body as her parents helped her to sit up on her bed. The moment that it sunk into her head, she began to cry. Streams of joyful tears broke from her shaky body, each drop washed the painful burden in her heart as her parents lulled her to sleep.

Y/N never made an effort to meet him after knowing truth. Because who would believe her?

She wasn't Steve.

There wasn't any super soldier serum in her blood. There wasn't any tank of chemical that drown her with power.

She was cursed and now she had to live with it.

Meanwhile, Steve seemed to be trapped in a spiralling confusion of his own. He examined each of her features and he had not a single doubt that she has the same face to an old friend in the 40's.

The same friend that he knew died of old age in the 60's.

But, how come the person managed to have the exact same face to hers. Now that he looked closer, she was younger than the last time he saw Y/N.

She looked like she was in her late teens, "Are you really y/n?" His voice was soft as he muttered.

Y/N bit the insides of her cheeks, holding back the urge of telling him the truth, "Sorry, I think you got the wrong person." she tried to untangle his grasp around her arm.

Even her voice was similar to Y/N, and she was looking at Bucky's photo like she knew him.

How could she say that she's was not Y/N?

Steve reluctantly let go of her arms and took a step away after seeing the distress on her face, "I-I'm sorry. You remind me of someone I know." He couldn't take his eyes off her.

She was just too similar looking to someone precious that he left behind.

"It's okay, sir." She smiled gently, like the way she usually does when Steve apologizes for his impulsiveness of picking a fight in alleyways. She looked up to the taller man as she continued, "Thank you for being alive..." she hesitated to call him by his name so instead she called for his other name, "...Captain."

She thanked him sincerely before walking away, leaving Steve to reminisce the memories of his life with Y/N and Bucky as he stared at Bucky's memorial.

The next week, she left the United States for Asia where she planned to spend 4 years studying at the National University of Singapore, leaving her past behind in hopes of moving forward with her life, refusing to care about the avengers shenanigans anymore, including her dear friend, Steve.

New York, 2018 – New norms

When half of the population was wiped out from the earth, two of them was Y/N's parents. And like every other people who had lost their loved ones during the blip, her parents sudden absence truly take a toll on her, especially when she was planning to live a long life with them.

After graduating and getting a decent job in Singapore, she was forced to go back to New York when it happened. Y/N couldn't just let her childhood house left abandoned, she simply can't let that happen.

You would thought a person who had multiple lifetimes would be used to losing someone they love but no. It only gets worst as the years go by.

The more Y/N tried to fit into the new norms, the more that she could feel herself slipping into old habits of her sixth life.

Until that one drunken night when she visited the Smithsomian Museum again after years of forcing herself to forget about him; it took her one look at the potrait of Bucky, she knew what she had to do.

Germany, 2023 – An old nemesis

Nearly 5 years into the blip and Y/N was already becoming a legend in the underground scene. They called her the Deathstalker. She never really knew the origin of it but nevertheless she chooses to stick with the newly founded identity.

With the skills she picked up on her sixth life, she easily became the most deadly assassin in the business. Seemingly in a constant competition of reputation with the highly popular, black widow assassins.

Though she couldn't care less about who was winning the battle, she only cares about tracking anything or anyone related to Hydra.

After that fateful night at the museum, she couldn't help but to think that this must be her calling.

If the curse made her technically immortal, then why not became the hunter destined to slay the monster. They said that Hydra will never die, but so was she. And if anything good came out from this curse, then she might as well use it to avenge Bucky.

And bring the old nemesis to the ground.

Her sixth life was similar to this but she wasn't going to make the same mistake. The flaming greed to have her revenge was too strong back then, it lead her to be hasty and clumsy, which then let her to an early death.

But, she's grown out of those immaturity.

Nowadays, she takes her time and still get the job done flawlessly. Just like she is now, when the soft but dark sound of her chuckle, interrupted the silence that had claimed the room.

The poor man was sitting limp on the chair with his body tied with it. He had been like this for seemingly hours with a knife in one of his thighs, which trembled with the vibrations of his body.

More so, when Y/N twisted them, causing a keen of pain to clawed up his throat and spilled out a hoarse groan.

"Where is it?" Her fingers wrapped around the handle, as she watched the man tossed his head, more with fear than trying to answer.

"I don't like to repeat myself." Y/N slid the blade free, causing a noise he would not forget. The man sagged against his bonds, panting as he watched the blood surged and dribbled out of the wound.

But then he felt the prick against his other leg, wide eyes turning to watch as the knife was held above his skin, Y/N's hand flat against the top, ready to push in. "Where the fuck is it?" her tone was eerie as the voice changer in her mask produced an emotionless robotic effect on it.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The thick german accent seethed through his voice as he grunted in pain.

There was only boredom in Y/N's eyes as she gazes straight into his. A stab of the knife went through his thigh without a warning, until the tip of it almost met the flat surface of the chair beneath it.

The whole room echoed with the sound of the whimpering and cries of his struggle, "Please, I swear to God I don't know what you're talking about." He pleaded as fast as he can, when he felt the shortage of breaths in his lungs due to dealing with the excruciating pain.

"Playing dumb isn't going to help you, mutt." She twisted the knife, pulled out and stabbed it again causing him to fall into an almost delirious state, "Please, please please, I swear I don't know anything about the serum." He blurted out of misery.

There it was.

The thing she wanted to hear.

Y/N's eyebrow quirked in interest, "I never mentioned the serum in our conversation, no?"

He fucked up.

He knew that he fucked up.

But, does it matter when his body was searing in pain?

By the end of the intense interrogation, Y/N finally got the intel she needed to find and destroy whatever was left behind by Wilfred Nagel, who was recruited by the CIA to recreate the super soldier serum.

Those greedy fuckers just cannot stay away from things that shouldn't be meddled with. Even Y/N could see the potential threats of a successful recreation the super soldier serum; they were practically asking for Hydra to revive to its glory days.

And she would not allow that to happen.

She needed to destroy it before its finished.

A loud wail left the man's lips, almost sounded a little strained as he had been screaming in pain for hours. Y/N mercilessly grabbed him by his sweaty chin as she pried his mouth open. Knowing exactly what was coming, the man begged, "Oh lord, please please help me please."

Leaning closer she coldly spoke, "The gods doesn't care about you. Trust me I've been there." With a swift strike, she forced her knife down his throat, and a splash of red tainted her mask, nearly got into her eyes but she managed to blink before it does.

She stood still as she watched him gurgle on his own blood as death collected his soul. Wiping the blood away from her eyelid, she walked out of the abandoned building with a mission to finish; all the while blissfully oblivious to the war that the avengers were fighting to their death on the other side of the world.

Madripoor, 2024 – The most prized asset

The returned of her parents were as sudden as the lost. Though she was glad that they were back, however she had to live a double life now that they kept asking about her job and personal life as they wanted to catch up for the lost of time in 5 years.

Y/N felt bad for lying to her parents but it was for their own good. Now, that she had sent them to a honeymoon to travel all over Europe, she felt better in pursuing her mission without concerns.

Besides the joyful return there was also the awful ones.

Now, that Wilfred Nagel was back from the blip. The serum was perfected to its finest version. And was stolen by bunch of kids protesting for equal rights.

What a fucking mess that was.

But, she would deal with that later. The main focus right now was to find the man itself. There would be no more serums if the source is eradicated.

That was her priority.

With her face hidden behind her signature mask, Y/N walked through the messy crowd as she searches for Shelby's men. This should be a short meeting, since Shelby and her had history together; or more to a favour that she owns to Y/N.

However, when she tried to tune in into the hushed conversations in the crowd, she noticed that the murmurs seemed to be divided into two hot topics; one about the sudden appreance of the Deathstalker, which was herself, and second was surprisingly about the return of another notorious assassin. 

Then when the conversations died down, a fight suddenly broke out. Y/N hold on the handle of her blades from the side of her thighs, as she stiffed into a defensive mode.

While on the other hand, the crowd seemed to be more interested in recording the fight, than avoiding it.

She seemlessly weaved her way through the people, only to see that the action ended with a man choked onto the bar table. The was attacker's face turned away from her, she could only see his figure from the back.

Then, a gleam of gold caught her attention, Y/N squinted her eyes as she analyzed the man's left arm.

It was not the pattern of the sleeve from his suit.

It was his arm.

A black bionic arm.

Which reminded of her of someone she came across in her sixth life; but his arm was a tin foil silver with a red star on his upper side. At the time, he was Hydra's most prized asset, they called him the Winter Soldier.

Part II >>

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[peachpitfics]

Out of the Woods

Fandom: Bridgerton

Summary: As Lord and Lady Debling, you are headed back to your estate to spend time together in seclusion before your new husband has to leave for his next research endeavour.

Length: 3.3k

Pairing:  Lord Alfred Debling x fem!reader

Content Warnings: fingering, public sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, breeding/impregnation.

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Lord Debling’s estate was several days away by carriage, but that was no matter, you had each other to get to know along the way. There had only been your family present at the wedding, and a few of Alfreds close friends and colleagues. It was suspected by yourself and your family that perhaps you would not be meeting the Lords family at all.

The wedding night had been more than you had dreamed of, and while he had explicitly claimed he was not looking for love, you could see the beginnings of something forming between you. Your new husband was gentle and kind, with the softest touch – your mother had warned you on your wedding day that men took their pleasures with their wives that evening. But she was wrong, Lord Debling allayed all your fears, quelled your nerves, and held you tightly all night.

“Are you excited to see the manor?” Lord Debling reached over to you, sitting next to him, and clasped his hand around yours. His touch never seemed out of place or uncomfortable.

“Yes, of course I am Alfred” You replied, looking out the window to see if it was getting nearer. In the distance, a sprawling manor, snugly built into a valley, was surrounded by overgrown trees and vines. It looked peaceful. His thumb stroked the top of your hand in fondness, excited to see you so alit.

The manor had wide, deep blue double doors and tall windows, you were sure this home would be filled with a lot of light. The service staff of the house all stood outside to greet you, their own excitement bubbling over. Alfred appeared to be friendly with each member of staff, shaking hands and even offering his head housekeeper a warm hug upon arrival.

“Is this your lovely bride then, my Lord?” The middle-aged woman asked, beaming at you.

“So, it is. I’d like you all to get acquainted with Lady Y/n – My travels begin in a weeks’ time, and I will be leaving her ladyship in charge of the entire estate” Alfred placed a firm hand at the small of your back and pulled you into him.

Clambering up the front steps, Alfred began giving you the grand tour of your new home. The study, the library, the master bedroom and even the nursery – something in you was not expecting there to be a full nursey set up no meters from where you were sleeping. But it did excite you, the thought of children running around the manor to keep you busy while Alfred was away. It was your favourite room in the manor.

Leading you back to the sitting room at the front of the house, he held both your hands in his, “If you could eat anything for supper tonight, what might it be?” Alfred asked excitedly.

His question took you by surprise. You had taken on your husband’s lifestyle as soon as he asked for your hand.

“I would greatly appreciate fresh bread,” Your mouth began watering, “And eggs! Perhaps also some jam” You blushed, thinking about the insane request you just made.

Alfred laughed heartily, “Of course, I should hope we will not be having the jam and eggs together” He prayed, scooping you up into his arms and laying you on the settee by the window. It would not have mattered what size you were, Alfreds strength was clear and effortless. Even without a love match, you felt adored. Every interaction seemed romantic.

You spent the evening in the dining room, speaking about your lives back and forth, picking at bread and cheese the cook had sent out after you kept on at the table well after the meal was finished. It was nice, getting to know someone on this level.

There was a lull in the conversation, you could tell your husband wanted to ask you something.

“Y/n, the housekeepers have prepared a room for you across the hall from the master bedroom,” He swallowed, “However, you are welcome to sleep with me. The choice is yours, of course, and I will bare no ill will, whatever you choose”. Alfred was so very well spoken, even if he was trying not to choke on the words from nervousness.

You thought about it for a moment. You would have plenty of time to be alone with your thoughts. Sleeping separately would create an unintentional divide and even damage your chances of falling in love. The decision felt simple to you.

“I should like to sleep in the master bedroom” You flashed him a delicate smile.

“I would like that, very much” He replied, an uncontrollably grateful smile glistening in his eyes. You could see it when he looked at you, this glint of hope, right in the centre of his luminous blue iris. “Shall we go to bed then?” Alfred stood, holding out his hand to escort you up the stairs.

Lying together in bed, unsure of what was considered appropriate, you kept your fingers woven together, hands planted on your stomach. You felt him roll onto his side to face you in the dark, so you matched him, getting a little closer.

“I apologise for my introspection; I do not know how to act” Alfred whispered to you.

“I have not been married before. I know how to run a house, keep things going… But I have never been a wife before, I do not know either” You reassured him he was not the only one feeling a little lost.

“I am sure we will get used to being together” Alfred reached out, squeezing your arm in solidarity, “I think I should like sharing a bed with you. I wish to speak to you tomorrow on some matters only husband and wife should discuss. However, my lady, I am so very tired from travelling and I must sleep” He sighed, drifting forward in the blackness to press his warm lips into yours. Shivers of excitement raced down your body as you spun around and slid into his arms, the both of you falling asleep in minutes.

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Alfred invited you to breakfast the following day, your heart pounded as you made your way to the dining room, wondering what he wanted to speak to you about. Breakfast was quiet, there was an apprehensive tenseness in his shoulders and the way he picked prudently at his eggs.

“I am of the impression you are feeling less than confident about what you must discuss with me today, Alfred. I want you to know that I will listen to what you have to say with respect and consideration” You tried to reassure him.

His face upturned, “I am pleased to hear it. The questions I have are easy enough to ask, but I do struggle with beginning the conversation, without appearing too direct” He cleared his throat with a soft chuckle.

“Do not concern yourself, simply ask the questions you would like answered and I will do my best” You nodded once, putting down your fork and straightening your dress.

“Alright,” Alfred shuffled uncomfortably, “I would like to discuss the possibility of an heir. I know that I am going to be away for some time, and I will be leaving you to care for the estate. I wish to have children, and I know that your mama had said that you were also committed to little ones. Is that true?” The words tumbled from him in a heap.

“Of course, my mother would never have lied about my desires. I have always wanted children, as long as I can remember I have dreamed of being a mother” You beamed. Alfred seemed relieved in hearing this, and you felt the same similar alleviation.

“Thank goodness,” Alfred sighed happily, “Is this something you would like to achieve before I am to go away? I understand that I would miss the first several years of our first child’s life, but if it would make you happy, I would be agreeable to trying.”

Your face could not hide the stretch of your smile at all. Nothing would have made you happier; you had fretted over this conversation, your mind telling you that there was no way Alfred would want children, considering his endeavors. It seemed you could not be more wrong, and with every passing moment between you, love bloomed further in your heart.

“I think a picnic, this afternoon, in my favourite spot!” Alfred rubbed his hands together excitedly. You nodded fervently, clawing to spend more time with him before he left.

The cook prepared a picnic basket, with wine and bread, cheese, and fruits. There was a blanket inside also. You assumed this was something he did often, even alone, as the picnic basket was quite worn. The basket hung on his left forearm, his other hand clasped in yours as he led you out the kitchen door, and across the field.

“Tis not a far way to walk” He remarked, making sure you had comfortable shoes on anyhow. You squeezed his hand, silently thanking him for caring enough to check.

The grass was long and unkept, the trees and thicket were dense. Alfred liked to keep and observe nature exactly how it was. He enjoyed watching the birds and the foxes evade each other at the edge of the bramble. If the housekeeper found a snake or a toad, she always found him to remove it properly. Nothing in his natural habitat worried him much, hardly even the spiders, webs woven tightly between slight gaps on your journey.

Getting closer and closer to your destination, you could hear it. The sweet somber trickling of water. A crooked, clear stream, in the middle of this jungle of dour giants, solidified statues of spirits long gone. Every step you took felt ancient, the hollowness of your chest, uneasy in such unfamiliar territory. Yet there was Alfred, more at home here than in the manor. Watching him was like watching a child play outdoors, sheer wonder and interest on his face in the unexplored.

Under the shade of a willow, in the grass by the stream, Alfred spread the blanket out, sitting down in a homely manner. The way he looked up at you, angelic, his eyes beckoning you to him, his hand outstretched, begging you to trust him. Before even thinking about it, your body had moved you towards him, curling your legs behind you, nestling into his side.

“Does it worry you, being out here?” He asked softly.

“I do not think worry is the correct word. I appreciate how comfortable you are here, it is strange to me” You blinked up at him, “This is potentially one of the most beautiful places I have ever been in my life” You hummed, watching the water creep over the rocks in front of you gently.

“I am glad you think so” Alfred fiddled with leaves in his left hand, the other wrapped around you. His hand rested on your plump hip, his fingers stretching back and forth, grasping on a little. It was like he was assessing how he could grab onto you, the thought of which thrilled you a little. You reached your hand up and combed your fingers through his beard. These were firsts for the both of you – you did not expect the texture to be so cushy and light, it fascinated you. Alfred’s hair was so light and neat, well taken care of. He closed his eyes as you stroked his face, a gentle smile took hold and a little pink tinge glowed on his cheeks.

The movement of your hand stopped only when you were properly hypnotized by his facial expression. Alfred opened his eyes when it dawned on him that you were simply staring, an infatuated gleam reflected in your own eyes.

“Shall we have something to eat?” Alfred asked.

“Please” You gave your head a slight shake, breaking free of your trance.

Your husband served you a small plate of bread, cheese, and fruit, he poured the wine and passed a glass to you. You thought about how content you were, picnicking with your husband. You sat cross legged across from each other now, the conversation light, the food, delicious. Alfred watched on as you tried your best to eat your lunch like a lady. Biting into fresh raspberries, juice dribbling down your chin, a droplet falling onto your chest. Without hesitation, Alfreds thumb met your chin, swiping another droplet off with his finger and bringing it to his mouth sensually.

Suddenly his icy blue eyes deepened, a scorching claim sparked. You had made love once before, on your wedding night, out of obligation. It had been slightly uncomfortable and more educational than recreational. Then, he had been calm and gentle, it felt like he separated himself and his genuine desire. Now, this look in his eye, ignited something candescent in your lower stomach.

Alfred lunged forward, his lips colliding with yours in a ravenous fashion. You both gasped for air at the slightest of breaks in your osculation, Alfred’s hands finding their way to your hips, dragging you forward to sit in his lap. He was tall, even sitting, he had to bend down to kiss you. His thick fingers, and wide palms, threaded their way through your hair, taking hold of you. The dainty kisses he placed along your jawline felt lovesick, his moans were carnal, and still thoroughly shy. Your hips instinctually ground into his, feeling how hard he was beneath his breeches under you.

Reaching between you, your hand slid down the length of him through his pants, hopeless yearning surging through you, you could barely contain yourself. This was the first time you felt like a wife, with her husband. Alfreds head hushed backwards, gasps leaving his lips. His eyes seemed to roll around in his head, sedate with pleasure.

“My lady” Alfred groaned, swallowing, “Are you certain? Here?” He asked breathlessly.

“Yes, I am sure” You had never felt so safe and so vulnerable in your life.

Alfred began stripping off clothing from his upper half, his eye contact surer suddenly. You observed, afraid blinking meant you would miss something. His chest was solid, bulky. His shoulders broad, his collar bones defined. Your hands rushed to his bare chest, fingers playing in his light brown, blonde chest hair that neatly trickled down his belly and into his pants. It had been dark on your wedding night, very low candlelight, whereas now, in the middle of the day, you could see every detail.

His hands moved from your hair and pulled your hands from his crotch, maintaining your gaze as his fingers danced exploratively down your inner thigh, towards the apex of your thighs. Your lips parted ever so slightly, fearful pleasure pooling in sweet wetness between your legs.

Alfred leaned forward, his lips hardly touching yours, “It will be okay” He whispered into you. He had not touched you like this before. His pointer finger delved between your lips, exotic excitement contorting your face as his finger brushed against your clitoris for the first time. Your knees wanted to clench together, stopped by his other hand, holding your legs apart for him as you sat on his legs. Switching to his thumb, stroking upward, Alfreds pleased expression, complacence seemed to ooze from every pore as your moans overtook the sounds of nature surrounding.

This was what you had been craving, this intimacy with your husband. His fingers flicked, circled, and tapped in just the right spots, his breathy kisses were the only encouragement you needed, he sent you right into a shockingly continuous climax. The sounds you made were loud, uncontrollable moans that echoed off the dense trees around you. The longer he caressed you there, the many more ripples of this exquisite feeling you felt.

“You are very easy to please, my lady” Alfred moaned softly into your mouth, his tongue flicking over yours, his teeth holding your lower lip captive.

“Perhaps you just know me better than you think” You sighed in glorious resign. You reached down, unbuttoning his breeches, his blue eyes widening and willing.  Planting your hands on each of his shoulders, you pushed him to the picnic blanket, sliding your legs either side of his as he laid down. Stuffing your own anxiety down, you reached into his trousers and freed his erection. You inspected it first, not having seen it in this light before. This was your first time holding it in your hands, your first time touching different parts of him. You felt you should have guessed the size of it would seem gargantuan to you, with the width of his shoulders and how tall he was. It only made sense that proportionally, he was large in your hands and extremely hard. It intrigued you, and you promised yourself, that in a more comfortable location, you would explore him further. For right now, you just wanted to make him feel as he made you.

Up under your dress, your hand wrapped around his length, you placed him at your entrance as you hovered over him. Alfreds hands rested steadily on your hips, ready to help guide you down. Sinking down onto the first inch of him, you yelped in pleasant surprise, pausing for a moment to allow your body to adjust.

“You are so beautiful” Alfreds fingers brushed against your cheek, your mouth opening as you lowered yourself down another few inches. There were not many times before now that Alfred had truly complimented you, but this felt the most real. It felt the truest.

Your skin met his, you moved gently, the size of him effectively widening this part of your body. His elegant face looked up at you, nodding as his hips started meeting your movements in a more consistent rhythm. Everything felt tight, and yet free, Alfreds continuous thrusts were masterful. His hands flicked up under your dress, his fingers sinking into that divot in your hips where he had felt earlier.

“I imagined this would be the perfect place to hold you” He groaned, pressing you down into him. Every motion was deliberate, fueled by necessary, propulsive demand. Unbridled lust loomed underneath you, Alfred became unrestrained, idly sinful; pulling you forward, finally getting to kiss you as you bounced back to his thrust.

“Al- Alfred! Oh my god!” You screamed, his deepest maneuver yet sending you spinning.

“I want fill you y/n” Alfred moaned, losing control of his facial expressions.

Each powerful thrust felt deeper than the last, the raw insatiable need exuding from Alfred felt primitive and tawdry. Alfred cursed towards the heavens, his grip on your fleshy hips tighter than before. Each thrust more aggressive, more depraved, his mindless hunger for you tarnishing his gentlemanly sensibilities. Alfred finally reached his own supernal culmination, pressing into you a final few times before pulling you down to his side. Alfred's strong arms stretched around you and pulled you into him, his kiss a celebration of the acts you had performed together.

You snuggled up together on the picnic blanket, peaceful and mutually satisfied. Alfreds arms felt secure, and you realized you were already well and truly in love with him.

“Alfred,” You sighed sleepily.

“Mmm?” Alfred mumbled in response.

“I love you” You curled into him in an almost feline nature.

Alfreds body did not go rigid as you expected. Instead, he kind of relaxed into you more.

“I must admit, I did not expect to fall in love when we made this match,” Alfred articulated softly, “But I am enjoying it… Falling in love with you” Alfred rolled his head to the side, pressing a kiss onto your temple. “How thrilling it is to think we might have just created our first born”.

You finished your afternoon, drifting in and out of serene sleep beneath the swaying willow, the sound of trickling water and birds chirping, the only disturbance for miles.

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[jtl07]

I love the Olympic au 🥰 🤺🤸🏼‍♀️ Tell me more about when Ava sees Beatrice fence (live) for the first time? 🙏🏼 I have this feeling she will say and/or do inappropriate things 🤣 Not dirty or anything, just things that doesn’t fit in with the normal audience. How will Bea react? Did she know Ava would be there, or was it a surprise? Maybe Ava is there because she forgot to ask for Bea’s number 😆📲 And that’s been bothering her since the Olympics! And Bea is not on social media, of course.

okay anon i am back with some time and some olympics noodling!

so i'm thinking maybe there's an exhibition or some kind of event, a youth event would be hella cute or even some collab with the Paralympics would be cool too - let's go with all the above why not lol

and let's say that Ava's there as well - oh okay it's this exhibition event that medalists are participating in and fencing is up first and Beatrice isn't nervous per se, she's just aware - very aware of a gaze of a certain breaker who's looking at her with just as much awe as the children gathered around the stage.

"your heart eyes are showing," comes a murmur at her shoulder and Beatrice straightens, glaring at Lilith from the corner of her eye, or at least as much as she can what with all these eyes on them. which Lilith is well aware and taking advantage of, if the smirk on her face is any hint. "you're welcome."

Beatrice barely holds herself back from rolling her eyes because she certainly didn't need to deal with the press reaction to that. she's not on social media - personally, at least - for a reason but she'd rather not have herself or her team have to field any inane questions about her "behavior" in public.

then there's a voice in her head that reminds her faintly -annoyingly- of her mother, sharp tones about conduct unbecoming of a lady. 'well what if i don't want to become one,' another voice answers: her own, young and rebellious in a way she hadn't allowed herself to be back then. thinks about how she chose instead to become an athlete, to become strong and fast and independent and - she glances down at the medal around her neck - a winner.

glances again at Ava. thinks also: how she's becoming more herself.

there's a cheer and an unsubtle nudge from Lilith as Beatrice finally notices one of the staff members gesturing towards them. they step up to the stage, smiling and waving as they're introduced and they go through the basic forms, answering questions only young minds can think of and voice ('have you ever tried fencing on rollerskates??' 'what's the most swords you can hold in one hand?' 'could you use these for cooking? or like! making s'mores!').

then Lilith settles across from her and Beatrice takes her position as well, familiar and ready and - light, she realizes as they all but fly towards each other. maybe it's the lack of pressure now that everything's all said and done; now that she's won. maybe it's the awed gasps and the genuine childish cheers. maybe it's the flushed face at the side of the stage, clapping her hands above her head as they take their bows and step off the stage to allow for the next demonstration.

Lilith takes one look at Beatrice, already turned towards Ava, and shakes her head, nudges Beatrice again before she loudly takes her leave - something about suddenly feeling nauseous, swiftly and smartly moving out of Beatrice's reach. Ava glances between them, a question adorably tilting her head (a part of Beatrice realizes now what Lilith meant) but Beatrice just shakes her head.

"you're up next, right?"

Ava nods enthusiastically, already going on about how she loves doing these kinds of events, how much she'd wanted this kind of thing when she was a kid - and Beatrice remembers, from the interviews she'd watched in the safety of her bed, the yearning in Ava's eyes and her voice during interviews; but she's here, in front of her, now with bright eyes and an even brighter laugh and Beatrice knows that if this were a match, she would have already lost; hopes that this is a match in a different sense.

"so uh," Ava says, suddenly and uncharacteristically hesitant. Beatrice sharpens her attention, tunes out the crowd - it isn't hard, really, not with her.

"it's totally okay to say no and i just noticed you're not really on social media which is like super smart and i just wanted to to see if you'd like to keep in touch? only if you want to too," Ava hurries to add, nervous and shy and Beatrice can't help but smile.

"of course i do," she says, and it's easy to be honest with Ava, easy to be herself.

they exchange their contact information with wide, giddy grins, just in time for breaking to be called up to the stage. "watch me?" Ava asks with a wink, handing her medal to Beatrice "for safekeeping" and Beatrice nods - perhaps a little too fast because Lilith snorts and mutters something like "you're doing it again" but this time, Beatrice can't bring herself to care as she watches Ava light up the stage, golden like a second sun.

[cosmos-coma]

Hello there! 👋😀

I was thinking of Bucky who volunteers with the elderly (considering his real age ) headcanons, please ! 🧓

No pressure of course ! 🫡

You. You get me. 😁♥️

Bucky Volunteering With the Elderly HCs

So I think it actually started at Sam’s request.

He understands Bucky to a good degree, being a trauma counselor and one of his few, but closest friends (despite the bickering lol). So he suggests Bucky get out into the real world again since that’s what helped Sam. He recommended Bucky reconnect with real people, and people from his own time at that.

Sam of course goes with him for his first visit. And while Bucky is a little nervous/awkward at first about how this will go he’s quick to loosen up

“Oh! Aren’t you a handsome one!” An old lady tells him, “how old are you now?” And he just smiles, “oh I turned 107 a few days ago.” The nurses of course think that it’s a joke, but the old people are the truth of it.

"Oh! So, you remember Joan Bennett and those silly weather prophet toys?" The old woman said excitedly. "Remember her?" Bucky says with a big smile, "She was my first crush. My mom and sister loved little women when it first came out."

All the older ladies adore talking to him, telling him all about their newly single kids (who are all like 60-70) and reliving pleasant memories of decades gone by. But Bucky does also make a point to visit with the men and old Vets and such too, where he's finally able to relate to someone outside of Steve. Though the old folks often forget some of the hard times (for which Bucky is glad for) they do get to recount a lot of good laughs and shenanigans they got up to In their respective squads.

Bucky doesn't even realize that by the time he's done and ready to leave that it's already been 4 hours. Sam even went to get lunch and come back.

After that Bucky makes it a regular thing. If he's not off doing missions and has a good chunk of downtime he'll go volunteer to spend time with the them. The staff and nurses of course absolutely love him and thank him profusely for his time and the way he's really lifted up the patients moods lately.

He also makes a point to remember people's birthdays. Bringing them flowers or a piece of pie from the diner down the road. He's also not above sneaking in some contraband either (mostly beer, nude magazines, and harmless prank items)

Of course becoming friends with old people also has its draw backs... and Bucky's heart breaks whenever he loses a new friend so quickly. He'll make a stop in at the funeral or wake, say his condolences and such, but doesn't usually stay very long. Honestly he's just happy to have known them in the first place.

But! To end on a happy note: you know the staff gave Bucky his own little locker or coat hook to put his stuff away in. He's in there so often that they actually print out a little name card and everything (Sam might be a little jealous).

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(Oops! forgot to add the taglist!)

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@writingmysanity @simpxinnie @goldylions

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[emmatgc]

Wonderful World FanFic (Chapter 6)

(This is only for Seon Yul and Soo Hyun shippers, nothing more. This is my own interpretation . This is a sequel to their story. New characters were added. This will be a mini novel for most probably 10 parts. Enjoy and thank you for the few who are supporting this! This is for you who made a request ❤️)

Chapter 6: The Moon is Beautiful 

“He likes you” is on a loop on Soo Hyun’s mind a lot after that fateful night talking to her sister. Seon Yul on the other hand is feeling good. He likes seeing Soo Hyun happy or at ease. He is worried about Yoo Ra but he has always been a very private person and for him she is just a friend, nothing more. She wonders why Soo Hyun brought her up during their time together and it made him smile. Was she jealous? nah , it is impossible, he thought. 

 A lot has happened in 3 months. Soo Hyun managed to get a loan for her staff and the physicians even if those were really volunteers but with her connections, even though she rarely uses it, the orphanage is thriving under her care. It is an exclusive one but one open for an opportunity of a foster home and care if a family fit to be one will adopt a child. Their daily routine was to start their day at 8am, have breakfast at 7am and lunch at 11am and end by 5pm. It is a whole day of work and “Wonderful Smiles” just like Soo Hyun, is a work in progress and like their owner, a very good one. Soo Hyun is not always present everyday at the orphanage for her other duties as an author. She is thinking of coming back to teach in a university should her schedule allow.Seon Yul on the other hand, is present and available to the kids everyday not missing a day or an hour. The children adore him and the staff loves him. From time to time he would do conference calls and talk to his Chief Resident at the hospital. 

One day, he got a call from his best friend , Soo Jin.  “Hey, how is our prodigy doing there?. He replied, “I am just doing fine, thank you for asking”. “Any news to share with me, bro? “Ummm, Nothing that would entertain you, Soo Jin. “You always entertain me, Seon Yul”. They both laughed and shared some hospital stories while Seon Yul was gone and stories from the orphanage. Before their phone conversation ended, Soo jin told Seon Yul that Yoo Ra has been asking about him and Soo Hyun and it is exhausting to constantly reply to her that it is none of her business. “Our pretty friend might have a little crush on you, Seon Yul, better be careful” “You sound like it is a bad thing, Soo Jin”. “Well, love can make pretty girls crazy”. “I'll talk to her when I get back”. “Oh good, are you finally getting back? I was thinking you might live there and give up everything here for your lady love? “ What are you talking about? Seon Yul was puzzled but also smiling. “Seon yul, my man, you are a smart man, don’t go stupid on me now. You are there for her. You liked her, always has been. Your revenge is done and what's left? Love”.  That is impossible Soo Jin, he replied. “Is it really? Impossible? For you, two? I don’t think so but anyways, it's your life and again, I am telling you to be careful always but I also want you to be happy and I hope you are”. “Seon yul nodded and smiled, Soo Jin’s words comforted him and before they finally hung up the phone, he said “I am happy, truly”. 

Soo Hyun and Seon Yul are two people who share the same silence and experiences over the last 10 years. People are baffled why they are almost “in sync” with each other. Even the staff are surprised at how smoothly they work together and it seems that both know each other too well. There was a week when Soo Hyun got sick. Seon Yul, as the Doctor notices Soo Hyun coughing. Typical Soo Hyun just brushed it off as a normal cough until she fainted one afternoon. She had an allergic reaction to a food she had eaten in one of her book tour signing events and it is a good thing they already had a pharmacy in place inside the orphanage. Seon Yul got so worried and acted as her nurse during her recovery stage. Seon Yul realizes he doesn't want Soo Hyun getting hurt or in pain. Soo Hyun was treated at the orphanage for the 1st 2 days and her medical care continued at her house. Seon Yul wanted first hand to take good care of her. He monitored her day and night. 

Soo Hyun woke up late one night and she saw Seon Yul sleeping near her bed, his arm in her bed and his head down on it. She didn't want to wake him up but as soon as she wanted to move or attempt to go down her bed , she was surprised to hear “Don’t you dare get off your bed, Dr. Soo Hyun”. Jumping and acting a little scared, it is actually kinda dark in her room, she replied “I thought you were asleep, you scared me!” “Well, i wasn't really asleep, I was just pretending to be, besides, I know you are stubborn , stubborn enough to get off this bed and go back to work!” Seon Yul was being funny she thought but he aint smiling at all, he was serious. Soo Hyun, being the joker at times said “You sound so serious, it was just a minor thing”. 

“I don't want you getting hurt, alright? I need you to be ok, Soo Hyun”. Soo Hyun was shocked to hear him call her first name for the 1st time ever. I’m sorry, I hope it's ok to call you by your 1st name? Seon Yul was shy and nervous. “I am too old to be called by you by just my 1st name”, she replied. “I don’t care,” he replied almost instantly. Soo Hyun’s chest tightened a little bit. She got butterflies seeing how nervous Seon Yul is and hearing her name that way, is a pleasant but awkward surprise. “I am sorry for making you worry, Seon Yul. I am sorry you had to look after me. I am alright though, no need to check up on me all the time”, she reiterated to him. “Please, let me take care of you, Soo Hyun”. Soo Hyun bursted out laughing and said “are you taking care of your guardian?” He seriously replied, “You are not my guardian anymore remember” Seriously, you’ve got to take good care of yourself. You are not only allergic to some food but you are clearly exhausted. You need to rest and sleep more. I did some laboratory tests on you and it seems you haven’t gone for a regular check up for a year! Soo Hyun is smiling, is he mad at me? She asks herself. He seems so mad at the thought of her neglecting her health and so on and she can’t help it but think, this might be the feeling when somebody is worried about someone, or maybe if her son is old enough to care, if he was alive, and he will tell her this? Soo hyun and her thoughts were shut down when Seon Yul stood up and walked away from her a bit. Why is he acting this way?

“You are not listening to me”, he said. Soo Hyun is grateful , but she is confused as to why Seon Yul is acting so worried and weird at the same time. Seon Yul, Thank you, she replied. “I am listening but I guess I am also still on a high from the painkillers you gave me”. They both smiled. I will see you tomorrow. Sleep well. The next day, when Soo Hyun woke up, there were flowers in a vase. Her staff said it was from Seon Yul, that he picked it outdoors while he was jogging early in the morning. Seon yul gave her “Mugunghwa” also known as the rose of Sharon. 

Soo Hyun’s ex husband came to visit her after knowing at her Mom’s house that Soo Hyun is recovering at the orphanage. He brought flowers, too. He brought white lilies. It’s Soo Hyun’s favorites. Both chatted a lot and discussed some “work” related stuff and he opened up about her wanting to teach again. Seon Yul was told by the staff Soo hyun got a visitor and he wanted to check who. He entered her room and saw the two of them laughing at each other. Seon Yul was again, so serious checking up her blood pressure and her IV. He looked at him earnestly and he just smiled and greeted him. He thanked Seon Yul for taking care of his ex wife. “Thank you for taking good care of my ex wife, Dr. Seon Yul”. It is good she listens to you and stays treated here. She can be stubborn, you know. Seon Yul got a bit irritated hearing the words “ex wife” and answered, “I know” and excused himself. 

“Well, somebody’s jealous. Haha” Soo Hyun smacked Su Ho’s hand in return. “You dont have to say that!” He replied, “That you were my ex wife? It's the truth! Haha still laughing at Seon Yul and her. He is so obvious, my goodness, it is so obvious, you two! What is? Soo Hyun asked. “Come on Soo Hyun, the boy gave you “rose of sharon” flowers and I gave you lilies! So? She was confused. Oh my, you don't know what “mungunghwa” means? It is deep affection. Like eternal adoration and devotion or something. That kid is smart. He doesn't do things without thinking about it. Oh, don’t tell me “he just picked it out outside “ hahaha he didnt’ .

The guy was obviously jealous of me and that is why I mentioned you as my “ex wife”. Please leave now So hu, Soo hyun shouted at him embarrassed by what she heard from him. They laughed out loud and just felt warm to be having this conversation with her ex husband. Before So hun left, he told Soo Hyun “I will always have your back, Soo Hyun, you know that right? If he makes you happy, go for it. It's not gonna be easy but hey, nothing is. At least, he is a million times better looking than me” hahaha. So Hun left and again, a lot of feelings are intertwining in Soo Hyun’s thoughts. 

Seon Yul was indeed jealous and he knows it. He shouldn’t be, they are exes, of course he will visit her. His thoughts are running wild. He seems irritated that he didn't know her favorite flowers. He also seemed bothered that they were laughing and they hugged each other, too. Seon Yul has always been an introvert and one thing’s for sure, he has never been in love. So, he doesn't know just yet. He was reading a Japanese book to kill time until he came back to Soo Hyun’s room. He wanted to ask Soo Hyun to eat outside since she is now almost healed and recovered. He had it all planned out with the staff. Together with the flowers in the table, her favorite and allowed foods to eat, Soo Hyun was happy to be asked out since she was dreading staying for a couple days in a room confined and strictly monitored. Under that same moonlight there they were, both sitting and eating casually. He handed her a plate and got her food even if she insisted it was hers to get but Seon Yul won’t let her. They were music sort of and the trees, and the leaves were swaying like in the movies. It was a great ambiance, a romantic one. 

Seon Yul started the after dinner conversation. “ How are you feeling?” I am great, thank you. I have the best Doctor”, she replied. I’m sorry, he said. For what?, she replied. “For not knowing your favorite flowers”. Soo Hyun laughed loudly “hahaha, Oh God, don’t be! I don't even remember anymore. It has been a long time since” He then seriously replied “ But Soo Hu didn’t”. Of course, he was my husband. I would be angry if that detail was left out or erased, she honestly replied. They talked about the orphanage and they talked about her plans to go back to teaching. 

Seon Yul doesn't know what took over him but when Soo Hyun started talking about her plans and the way she smiles, he noticed her eyes lit up, her face blooming and her lips, so soft and all in 1 slow motion. All this pent up emotions for the last 6 years. He doesn't know if he hears everything she is saying, and in that moment he knows. This is the moment he is waiting for. With his heart beating so fast, and another lifeform taking over his body, with a thousand times of confidence and desire,  he held her hand softly and he said the words “The Moon is Beautiful”. 

The feeling of being so close yet so far. Suddenly, there was silence but there was music in the air. They stared for a while, until Soo Hyun finally opened her mouth and said “Are you in love with me?”

(The Moon is Beautiful means “I love you or I am in love with you" in many cultures especially in the Japanese culture. This is an inspiration I got from the Kdrama “Romance is A Bonus Book" which is one of my personal favorites of all time. Chapter 6 is coming up soonest. I am sorry something came up today but I hope I made you smile with this chapter 😘) 

[wheels-of-despair]

Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

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Summary: Ralph brings you a present that's also a prop in your masterful plan to keep your mother in the dark. Words: 1.3k

You returned to the park every day.

You'd told your mother you were meeting your new friend Mary Lennox, who had just left her palace in India behind for a mansion in London. She was a strange and lonely girl, who knew nothing of city life, so you'd volunteered to be her guide. Mary was very shy, and only comfortable with you for now, but you promised you would bring her home with you eventually. And perhaps your mother would receive an invitation to tea with Mary's exceedingly rich parents one day.

Except there was no Mary Lennox. There was only Ralph Penbury. Mary was the protagonist in The Secret Garden. You had once asked your mother to read it with you, back when you wanted to be close to her, but she never did. The only things your mother ever read were newsletters from her ladies' groups. How boring that must be.

You dared only spend a few hours with him a day, but you treasured every second of your visits. You'd meet at your secret bench at noon, share a picnic lunch packed by his kitchen staff, and discuss everything from books, to philosophy, to what the world might look like in a hundred years.

Your parents had noticed an improvement in your general demeanor since the Valentine's Day dance, but attributed it to your new friend Mary. You'd never had a friend that close before, always holding everyone at an arm's length. They need not know that your arms were actually wrapped tightly around Ralph Penbury.

"I brought you something."

"I see that," you note with amusement from your position on the bench, having arrived first today. He's carrying a neatly wrapped box with a large bow on top. "What's the occasion?"

"Does a man need an occasion to shower his lady-friend with gifts?"

"Oh. I thought it may have been for our anniversary," you tease.

Ralph nearly drops his package in shock, a look of pure panic on his face.

"Relax, Ralph," you laugh, "I'm only teasing. Unless you intended to celebrate eight days together."

"I intend to celebrate every day together," he says matter-of-factly. Your heart flutters. Stop that, you think.

He takes his seat, and places the box between you.

"Well, open it!" he says excitedly.

You slowly untie the bow, rolling up the ribbon so as not to ruin it, and set it aside. Then you begin peeling off the paper at a snail's pace, careful not to rip it, deliberately driving Ralph crazy.

It's working. It looks as if it's taking everything he has to not lean over and rip the paper off for you. But Ralph remains polite, sitting as still as he can, trying to pretend he's not frothing at the mouth.

"What's the matter, Ralph? Am I going too slow for you?"

He looks surprised for a moment, then realizes that you're teasing him again. A sour expression flashes over his face, and he crosses his arms and huffs adorably. You laugh and rip the paper, and suddenly he's excited again. You love playing with him.

You crumple the paper and lift the lid off your box. Inside is a large book about India.

You look at him in confusion. "Open it!" he says eagerly.

You crack open the front cover. Inside is a message, in a woman's handwriting. Leaning closer, you read:

To My Newest and Dearest Friend,

Now you can see the places I tell you about in all my stories!

Thank you for being so kind and welcoming to me as I adjust to my new home. I could not do it without you.

Love, Your Good Friend Mary

"I thought it would help sell the story of Mary Lennox to your mother," he explains.

"Indeed it will," you laugh. "Did you write this?"

"No. Well, I wrote the words. I had the maid copy it into the book."

"Oh, you're a clever one, Mr. Penbury," you admire. He beams.

"Look at this!" He pushes the empty box to the ground and moves closer to you, flipping through the book and showing you his favorite pictures. You try to focus on the book as he gushes about the animals and architecture of India, but you can't keep your eyes off of him.

You've never seen a person get so excited about everything before. You'd always been a stoic, so much in fact that your mother spent most of your childhood wondering aloud if there was something wrong with you. You'd sometimes questioned this yourself.

But Ralph? Ralph got excited about everything. You breathed in that pure, unadulterated joy like oxygen. When Ralph was happy, you were happy. Even over something simple, like spotting a pretty butterfly or a vendor selling a treat he'd never tried before. You wonder if you'd felt more joy in these last eight days than you had in your entire life.

Everything had changed that night at the dance. After a lifetime of shutting people out, choosing to stay home whenever possible and lose yourself in a book rather than join clubs or attend sleepovers, you suddenly felt like your presence wasn't bringing the room down. (You'd actually been accused of this on more than one occasion. You pretended like it hadn't bothered you, but it had.) But you didn't feel that way with Ralph. Ralph looked at you like he was happy you were by his side. It was a feeling that would take some getting used to.

The bells in the clock tower began to ring, snapping you out of your introspection. Ralph closes the book and hands it to you, reaching for the picnic basket with a frown.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away. You should have stopped me." He begins unpacking the basket with a blush on his face.

"I didn't mind. If my mother decides to quiz me about India, I will definitely be prepared," you wink.

"You can tell me to shut up, you know. I won't be offended. Sometimes I need to hear it." He takes a bite of his sandwich and looks at the ground as he chews. Tell Ralph to shut up? You could never! You'd sit and listen to him talk all day if you could. You love his voice, and the way his face tells a story of its own, and that he has opinions on everything.

"Well, you'll never hear it from me," you tell him firmly. He looks up in surprise. "I love listening to you," you shrug, suddenly very interested in your lunch. You pretend not to notice Ralph swipe at his eyes.

After a few minutes, Ralph makes a comment about cucumbers, and the conversation returns to normal. You spend the rest of your time together as happily as any other day, until the clock chimes again.

"I can't believe I wasted half of our time together rambling about a book. I really am sorry," he apologizes again, stuffing everything back into his basket. He stands with a sigh and offers you his hand. You leave your book on the bench and rise to embrace him.

"Ralph, I could spend the rest of my life listening to you read bread recipes," you admit.

He giggles and nuzzles his nose into your neck. You hold him tighter, wishing you never had to let him go. But the bells begin to quiet, and it's time for you to go home. You reluctantly release him and pick up the very thoughtful gift he'd brought you.

"Thank you," you say, clutching the book to your chest, wishing you could say more.

[sleepingdeath-light]

lady dimitrescu s/o hcs ; lilith clawthorne

requested by ; anonymous (21/10/21)

fandom(s) ; the owl house

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; lilith clawthorne

outline ; “How about this?? Headcanons for Lilith Clawthorne with a Fem!S/O who’s basically Lady Dimitrescu?? Like they met back at Hexside and though they were just teens then, she was still tall (she was just the same height as the teachers and staff at the time), but in the present, she’s now the same height as Belos (including the horns on his mask). She’s also a vampire (just without the sun burn part) and has claws. She also doesn’t have kids and she also comes from a rich/vampiric family (can you also include what Eda and the others would think of her, I just want to read how they react).”

warning(s) ; references to blood drinking

your relationship is far from conventional given your status as a ‘standard monster’ (in your case, a vampire) and her status as a ‘social monster’ (a leading member of the emperor’s coven)

people fear you for different reasons — with you being feared for your size and diet and her being feared for her reputation and influence

a sparse few ‘friends’ making jokes about your ‘long distance relationship’ due to your substantial height

she’s incredibly protective of you during her time in the coven because she knows you’re vulnerable to being mistreated because of your species

she lets you feed off of her, but will abide by your wishes to fetch your food from elsewhere because you don’t want to drain her

you spoil her and give her everything she could ask for — which she struggles to accept

after she leaves the coven this translates to you providing her with more research materials and access to the older sections of your home to research the architecture of times long gone

you pick her up a lot and most people find it incredibly funny — lilith meanwhile finds it more flustering than anything because she feels like a child

eda loves you to bits and joins in on your bullying of her sister — taking advantage of her harpy form to be able to look you in the eye

though when you first met at hexside she was terrified of you because of your height and generally tried to avoid you

raine is still very intimidated by your presence and influence, which as persisted from their time at school, but they are able to hold down a conversation with you and find your relationship to be the cutest thing ever

lilith’s parents appreciate you for your ability to take care of her and make her happy — even if she doesn’t quite understand her passion for deadwardian bannisters

luz and king think you’re the coolest person ever and are constantly asking you to show off your teeth and claws

king in particular enjoys receiving shoulder rides from you and declaring that as his aunt you’re obligated to protect your ruler (which you laugh at but always indulge him)

luz will end up talking you into an experiment to see if you can tell the difference between different people’s blood by taste alone

the test includes hers, vee’s, king’s, lilith’s, eda’s, raine’s and steve’s

the answer was entirely unsurprising but it was a fun activity nonetheless

so, all in all, your relationship with lilith is adorable, functional and indulgent — with the benefit of her family adoring you no matter how intimidating everyone else in the isles find you to be

[theroyalsims]

“GIDDY” QUEEN EMILIA AND PRINCE JACQUES SPOTTED 

They’re VERY happy to be new grandparents, and it clearly shows!

Her Majesty The Queen and Prince Jacques were spotted wearing huge smiles on their faces, while they were out shopping near the town centre in Briar Park. The royal couple took a personal day off, no doubt to pay their grandbaby a visit.

The Queen was said to have cried tears of joy when she was told that Eleanore had delivered a baby girl. The baby’s gender was reportedly kept a surprise by the couple to family and friends.

The yet-to-be-named Baby Girl Harvelle is the first grandchild of the Queen and Prince Jacques. The little darling will not be in the line of succession, but she will reportedly be styled as “Lady,” as the daughter of an Earl. 

The new grandparents looked adorable, walking hand-in-hand down the town’s main street. The couple was spotted at a local bakery where they bought bread, cake, and loads of pink cupcakes for the palace staff and medical personnel who helped during Eleanore’s delivery. The Countess gave birth via home birth at Briar Palace, a stone’s throw away from their country home in Briar Cottage. 

The royal duo also did some grocery shopping. While they were accompanied by a royal protection officer, Her Majesty and His Royal Highness didn’t seem to mind the onlookers who greeted them and took their photos. 

One picture in particular went viral: a shot showing The Prince holding His Queen’s hand and laughing as they exited a shop. The snap was placed side by side with a still from their wedding decades ago (see top photo), and a user uploaded it along with the hashtag #SomeThingsNeverChange. The post has since captured peoples attention, and has birthed the “Then And Now Challenge,” with people posting photos of their parents and grandparents on their wedding day alongside their latest pictures.

The Queen and Prince Jacques also earned praises for ageing gracefully and naturally. Prince Jacques has been rocking some serious grey hair these past few months, and the hunky royal seems to have embraced his glasses instead of his go-to contact lenses. The Queen also wore glasses and went completely make-up free for the casual trip ‘round town, flaunting her bare face - wrinkles, freckles, age spots, and all. The Queen, known for her shiny golden locks, seems to have let the natural greys grow out. 

One user wrote: 

“I love how they literally grew old together. I was a teenager when they got married and they were the picture perfect couple. She looked like a fairytale princess and he was the perfect prince charming. Now, they’re both so much older, but they still look so beautiful together. it’s so heartwarming that they’re still going strong. I love their love story!”

Another person commented: 

“I really admire the fact that our Queen and Prince Consort did not succumb to the pressures of fighting ageing, unlike most people their age. They fully embrace their age, and it just shows how happy they are with each other. I especially love how Jacques looks at Emilia. It’s like she’s the only woman in the world for him. BRB, Imma find me my own Prince Jacques.”

We quite agree! These two age like fine wine! And of course, congrats on the grandbaby, Grandpa Jack-Jack and Grandma Lily!

[m-jelly]

Love's thorny grip - Chapter 8

Incredible banner by @ladycheesington <3 I adore it so much. She's so incredibly talented. Go follow her! I wonder what he's thinking...

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Royal AU, romance, falling in love, soft yandere Levi, plot development, fluff, rough Levi, slight public sex, smut, dom Levi, possessive Levi, protected sex, wedding.

Concept: It's wedding day for you and Levi! You officially become husband and wife, as well as King and Queen. You both enjoy the little party with the common people, dance with your people before eating some food together. After some light teasing by you, Levi takes you back to his carriage and ravages you. When you return to the party, a dark cloud hangs over you as it is revealed that trouble is coming in the form for a few ships with a small unknown army.

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Your heart raced as nerves filled you. You smiled at your mother as she gave you a reassuring smile. Luna placed a bunch of flowers in your hands. She fixed your hair a little before giving you a big grin. You smiled back at her before slipping on your shoes and walking out of your room and down the hall. You blushed as the staff clapped and wished you the best.

You moved outside the palace to see your father waiting by your carriage. “Father.”

Harold gazed up at you and welled up. “Oh, my baby girl.” He walked up to you and smiled softly. “You look perfect. I can’t believe you’re getting married. I tried and tried to push you towards marriage, but I was rushing you. Knowing now you are marrying a man you love…makes me happy. I should have just left you to it.”

You hugged your father with one arm. “You were doing what you thought was best for me. I hold no anger towards you for anything. You listened to me and you accepted the man I love.”

“I tried my best.” He helped you into the carriage. “Levi asked for an open top because he wanted everyone to see how pretty you are, but it is cold with winter here. So, he left a thick white blanket for you.”

You sat down and hummed a laugh as you put the blanket around you. “That sounds just like him.”

“He deeply cares about you. I am suspicious of him, of the things he might have done.”

You smiled as Levi’s stories of what he’d done came to mind. “He’s a good man and his intentions are always good. He has me at the front of all his choices.”

Harold smiled as he helped your mother and Luna into the carriage. “Well, I do hope he thinks about his kingdom too.”

“You know he does.”

Tia playfully smacked Harold in the chest. “Give the lad a break. You’ve been on his ass since the moment you met him. He’s going to be your son-in-law. You’ve seen how he looks at our daughter. He thinks the world of her.”

Luna nodded. “My lady is right. The Prince cares very deeply for my lady.”

Harold huffed. “I know, I know. I can’t help myself.” He sighed and smiled at you. “At least you know what choices not to make when you’re a mother. Are you aiming for one?” He frowned when Luna and Tia giggled. “What?”

Tia patted Harold’s shoulder. “You need to get to know your son-in-law more. He really wants a lot of children.”

Harold gazed at you. “But it puts such a strain on her body.”

You hummed a laugh. “I know. We’ve talked about it. Levi wants many, but he also understands the toil my body will go through. I told him I would like more than one, but we’ll see how I feel after my first one. What I know is, he said he’ll love me no matter what. To him, me and my body will always be perfect. He makes me feel beautiful and confident. I’m looking forward to marrying him.”

Luna smiled brightly. “You’ll be the perfect Queen.”

You blushed. “Queen?”

She nodded. “Didn’t his highness tell you? Today you’ll marry and then right after he’ll be crowned King. He said he’s doing it because he wants you to be a Queen as soon as possible.”

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting this today. I’m glad I wore such a lovely wedding dress.” You perked up when you saw people waiting for you and lining the streets. You waved to the cheering fans. “Levi’s done so much good that royals aren’t hated. He’s made such wonderful changes, though I know that there will always be people against a royal family. I don’t blame them.”

Luna rubbed your back. “Look ahead.”

You gazed at the city hall to see Levi waiting outside in a white suit. You blushed hard as your heart skipped a beat. You’d only ever seen Levi in black, so to see him in white was so different and beautiful. You smiled softly as he talked to his people and even crouched to talk to a little kid. Your cheeks burned when Levi noticed you moving closer.

Levi walked down the steps a little as everything around him faded away. He only saw you. He reached out for you with a gentle smile. “You look ravishing.”

You took his hand and stepped out of the carriage. “Thank you. You look incredible. Who knew you looked so good in white.”

He pulled you against him. “Should I stop wearing black?”

You shook your head. “No, I love you in black.” You hummed a laugh as you walked up the steps. “You wear it so well.”

“Thank you. So, we’ll view this as a treat then, huh?”

You nodded. “Yes. Like me wearing white.”

Levi shook his head. “No, I want you to wear white again. You look magical in it.”

“You’re very kind, but I can’t wear white all the time.”

He led you inside and smiled. “You can try, for me?”

You snorted a laugh. “Maybe. You do know white is supposed to represent purity, right? Well, I’m far from it.”

“I wonder who is to blame.”

You smirked a little. “I wonder too.”

“Wasn’t me.”

You chuckled. “Sure, sure.”

He kissed the back of your hand and led you to the law official. “Ready to get married and become Queen?”

You blushed. “I’m ready for marriage, but I don’t know about being a Queen.”

“You’ll be perfect.”

“Thank you.” You turned to the officiant and let them talk. You leaned over and whispered to Levi. “May I say, your ass looks delicious in those trousers.”

Levi shivered a little. “Thank you.” He leaned closer and whispered against your ear. “Your breasts are almost falling out of your dress. They look so plump and delicious. I just want to bite and suck on them.”

You turned your head and gazed at Levi. “I wish you would.”

Levi kissed you and moaned against your lips. “I will.”

The officiant laughed. “You beat me to it. I was just about to say you may kiss.”

“Sorry, we get carried away sometimes.”

“It’s all right. Sign here please.”

You signed first and handed the pen to Levi. “Mrs Ackerman.”

Levi smiled as he signed his name. “You are now a princess, but not for long.”

The officiant bowed to you both. “Congratulations. Next, we’ll swear you both in. Are you ready to face your people and be crowned?”

“I am.” He gazed at you. “Are you?”

You held Levi’s hand tightly and smiled softly. “Yeah.”

Levi followed the officiant outside and let him speak for a moment to the people. “I’m nervous.”

You gazed at Levi. “You are?”

Levi nodded and looked down at you. “But I feel better with you by my side.”

“I’m glad. You’re never going to be alone. No matter what comes our way, I will be right by your side.”

He kissed you and smiled as the crowd cheered. “Thank you.” He turned and stepped forwards as he was asked if he would uphold the laws and care for his people. “I swear on my life, I will serve, care for and honour my people.” He lowered to one knee and accepted his crown. He rose to the cheers of his people. He took your crown and turn to you. “Do you swear, as my Queen, to stand at my side, care for the people, the country and serve with a loving heart?”

You lowered to one knee. “I swear on my life that I will serve, care and honour the people of Paradis with all my heart and soul.”

Levi placed the crown on your head. “Rise, my Queen.”

You took Levi’s hand and stood up. “Thank you.”

The officiant opened his arms. “Now presenting your King and Queen of Paradis! Long may they reign!”

Levi pulled you close as the crowd cheered for you both. He bent you back and kissed you with a happy moan. “My Queen.”

You blushed a little as you stood next to Levi and waved to the people. “This is so strange. I never thought I would end up here.”

“You belong with me.”

You gazed at Levi to see that half of that declaration was his love talking and the other half was his obsessive side. “You belong to me.”

Levi’s cheeks burned bright red at the reversal on him. “A-Ah…umm…y-yes.”

You hummed a little laugh. “I’m only treating you the way you treat me.”

He mumbled a little. “Feels and sounds good.”

You winked at him before descending the stairs. “Let’s get to our party.”

He smiled. “I hope the people like what we’ve planned.”

You nodded and walked through the streets to the city centre with stalls set up, along with food, music and party things. “This all for the people?”

“Paid for by us. I don’t want the people to pay for us. I don’t want their hard-earned money to go towards a party. I paid for everything. I want them to enjoy themselves.” He kissed your cheek. “It’s why our wedding isn’t grand. You know how some anti-royalists get. No matter what we do, we’re scum and if we step down then some rich politicians take over and then they’ll be the next target of hate. It’s a never-ending cycle of hate.”

You looked out at the party and smiled as the music started and people seemed nervous. “I have an idea.” You walked across the dancefloor to a little girl who was moving to the music, but she wouldn’t go dance. “Would you like to dance?”

She gasped. “Yes, please!”

You held her hand and walked with her to the dancefloor. You laughed a little as you both danced together. “You’re very good! You’re better than me.”

She grinned. “Thank you, your majesty!”

You twirled around and around with her before lifting her up into the air making her squeal with laughter. You put her down and saw other people run in to join you both. You twirled and slammed into Levi. You blushed hard as he held you and the kids dancing with you both giggled. You smiled and started dancing with Levi. You both kept dancing as you held each other. You grinned when Levi tapped his forehead against yours as he squeezed your hips.

You pulled from Levi a little before holding his hands. “We need food and drink.”

Levi blushed as he followed you. “Yes.”

You walked ahead of Levi before glancing back at him with a smile to see pure love and wonder in his eyes. “Look at you.”

Levi whined. “D-Don’t.”

You hummed a gentle laugh. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

He let out a long sigh. “You just make my heart race.”

You sat down and pulled him to his seat. “Eat with me.”

He blushed and took food for you and him. “We should cut the cake soon. I had one made for the people, but we have a special one.”

You hummed a gentle laugh. “Well, you love spoiling me, so I’m not surprised.” You gazed out at the sky. “You know, even though it’s freezing cold you’ve managed to keep this area so warm.”

Levi put his arm around you as he watched his people. “I need to take care of them. I know what it’s like to not have anything. I feel for these people and I want to help them.”

You kissed his cheek and smiled softly. “You’re a good man.”

“I try.” He held your hands. “We’ll have snow soon.”

You gasped in delight. “I love snow.”

“Well, we’ll have plenty and we can have a lot of dates in the snow.”

You placed your hand on Levi’s thigh and massaged. “I can’t wait.”

Levi whined a little. “C-Careful.”

You looked down to see he was growing in his trousers. “Am I turning you on?”

“You always do.”

You shifted closer and moved your hand over his growing erection. You leaned closer to his ear and kissed it. “I can feel your cock twitching against my hand.”

He covered his mouth with his hand and moaned. “F-Fuck.”

You massaged his dick as you nipped and sucked at his neck. “I have so many ideas. Do I take you somewhere alone and suck that big fat cock of yours, or do we go somewhere to quickly fuck.” You giggled. “The choices.”

He growled and gazed at you. “You’re as bad as I am.”

“I am.”

He grabbed your upper arm and dragged you off. “Come with me, now.”

You stumbled after him and saw he was taking you to his carriage, which did have a cover over it so you could have a private moment. “Levi?”

He looked around to see no workers were around. He opened the carriage door. “In.”

You climbed inside and jumped as Levi slammed the door. “Levi?” You shivered as he started undoing his trousers. You sat on the seat opposite and watched him. “Mmm, look at you.”

He pulled his thick hard cock out and panted. “Look what you’ve done to me.”

You giggled. “Well, I know just the place you can put it.” You dragged up your dress a little. “I want you to ravage me so hard and roughly. Remind me that I am yours, my dear husband.”

Levi growled and pounced. He yanked your body and turned you so your back was to him. “Kneel on the seat, my love and hold the head of the seat.” He watched you do as he said. “Good girl.”

You looked back at him. “You’re keeping on the white leather gloves, right?”

Levi paused a moment and smiled. “Of course.” He pushed your dress up and ripped your bloomers open making you moan. “Keep quiet, okay?”

You nibbled your lip as you swayed your hips at Levi. “Yes, Levi.”

Levi growled as he watched your ass move side to side while your pussy dripped. He grabbed your hip and slammed his cock deep into your pussy. He moaned at how hot and wet you were. He smiled as your walls fluttered around him. He glanced at your face to see you were shaking as you tried to hold back moans. His heart skipped a beat when you looked back at him panting with a look of pure love and desire in your eyes. Levi panted as his cock twitched inside you, his balls tightened with the desire to fill you right then and there.

Levi shifted his legs and began pounding his cock into you at an unrelenting and punishing pace. His hips slapped against your ass cheeks and felt like he was spanking you. You lowered your head and tried to hold back your moans, but Levi was ravaging you too well. You whimpered and whined as your legs shook. Your arousal dribbled down your thighs as Levi’s cock dragged and pushed your cum out of you. You gripped the head of the seat tightly as your legs began shaking from pleasure surging through your body.

You threw your head back and moaned. “Fuck.”

Levi slapped your bum hard causing the crack of the collision to fill the carriage. “Naughty brat.”

You whined a little. “Levi.”

His gloved hand collided with your ass again. “Be a good girl and your King will reward you.”

You hummed and whined. “Y-Yes.”

He slapped your behind again and watched you as his cock slammed in and out of you. He panted as his heart raced and his possessive desires consumed him. He admired the dip in your back as you tensed up in pleasure. He caressed your thigh and behind as you whimpered and mewled at him. He could see you were trying so hard to hold back your moans as he fucked you within an inch of your life in his carriage. He loved and adored you to death. He thought you were incredible and perfect.

He shifted his hand on your hip around to your plump clit. His other hand gripped the back of your neck. “Good girl. Let me spoil you.”

You moaned a little as Levi’s hand gripped the back of your neck and his other played with your clit. You shivered in delight as your coil tightened harder. You gripped the seat hard and began bucking roughly back against Levi as he kept moving his hips against you. You did everything you could to stay quiet, but Levi was just too good with his cock and fingers. He knew just how to fuck you right to make you cum undone under him and forget everything around you.

Levi shifted his hand from your neck to cover your mouth. He pulled you up and against your body as he bucked his cock up into you. “Good girl. I’ve got you. Let your King take care of you.”

You moaned against his hand and felt yourself drooling. You turned your head and gazed at your husband as your heart fluttered in your chest. You whimpered a little as you felt like you couldn’t hold on any longer. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your pussy walls clenched Levi’s hard dick over and over as your orgasm came rushing towards you. You let out a blissful moan against Levi’s hand as you let your orgasm burn and surge through every inch of you. You bucked back against Levi as you road out your high.

Levi pulled his cock from you and panted. “Fuck.”

You slowly slipped on the seat. “Mmm.”

Levi turned you around as he gazed at you. “You okay?”

You nodded and stared at his penis twitching in your face. “Yes…more.”

Levi moved you to lie on your back across the seat. He placed a cushion behind your head so it wouldn’t bang against the side of the carriage. He placed one knee on the seat and hoisted your hips up before plunging back into you again. He shifted you a little before bucking into you hard and fast. He smiled as your breasts bounced from his rough actions. Your corset held onto your breasts for dear life, but they were threatening to fall out. He saw you cover your mouth as you tried your best to hold back moaning too loudly.

Levi slipped one hand under your lower back to support you before reaching down with his other hand and clasping your jaw. He panted and pushed two fingers into your mouth. He smiled softly as you sucked them and moaned against them right away. He saw the love in your eyes as he bucked into you. He blushed as you pulled your head from his hand. He watched as you yanked his glove off before shoving his two fingers back into your mouth and sucking hard. He shivered in delight as your tongue rolled and moved over his fingers.

You hummed in delight as you sucked your husband’s fingers. You yanked your dress down a little before playing with your clit. You moaned against Levi’s fingers as your pleasure increased. You wiggled below Levi and saw your shoes were holding for dear life. You gasped as one fell off making a thud against the carriage floor. You whined at Levi and mewled as you slowly forgot all about your shoes when Levi started bucking harder against you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you enjoyed the pleasure burning through your body.

Levi panted as his hips slapped harshly against yours. “F-Fuck, mmm.” He shivered when you clenched around him. “Nngh, shit. You feel so good. You’re so hot and wet. You wrap around my cock so perfectly. I love you so much. You’re everything to me.” He started losing control of his thrusting. “I love you! I love you! I love you!”

You popped Levi’s fingers from your mouth as you leaned your head back. You moaned and shoved the cushion behind your head against your mouth. “MMM!” Your body shook roughly as your orgasm ripped through your body. You slapped your hand around before grabbing Levi’s blazer and yanking him close to you. “Fuck.”

Levi fell forwards and gripped the back of the seat as you clenched around him over and over. He panted and moaned your name as he kept bucking into you. He whined your name again as he poured ribbons of cum into you. He rocked his hips a little before stopping. “Oh fuck.” He lay against you and moaned into your breasts. “I love you.”

You shoved the cushion off your face and panted. “I love you too.” You hummed and rubbed his back. “I can’t believe I’m not your girlfriend anymore.”

Levi lifted his head and gave you sad puppy dog eyes. “What?”

You snorted a laugh. “Well, I’m not. I’m married to you, so I’m your wife instead.”

He blushed hard. “Oh, you’re right.”

You giggled at how sweet Levi was. “Bless you.”

He nuzzled the crook of your neck and whined. “You tricked me.”

“I didn’t. I said a true thing.”

He pulled back and looked down at you. “You’re an evil Queen.”

You hummed a laugh. “Maybe I am. This evil Queen loves you deeply though.”

Levi kissed you and sighed against your lips. “I love you so much.” He pulled out of you and grunted. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You sat up and smiled. “I’m perfect. I loved every moment of what we did.”

“Good, I’m glad.” He cuddled up to you. “I do worry when I’m rough.” He tucked himself away before fixing your dress. “I know you want it, but I still worry.”

You hugged Levi’s side. “And that’s what makes you a wonderful man. You care about me and my pleasure. I feel so heard and loved by you.”

He smiled softly. “Really?”

You nodded and kissed his cheek. “Really.”

He smiled more. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He crashed his lips against yours and moaned. “I wasn’t expecting our first time as a married couple to be so rough. I promise tonight I’ll be gentle and loving.”

You purred at him. “Oh, I know you will be.”

He cuddled you for a while and sighed. “I just realised something.”

“Mm?”

He looked down at you. “I tore your bloomers open.”

You hummed a laugh. “It’s okay. I’ll just grab a new pair from your collection of stolen ones when I get home.”

Levi blushed hard. “I-I don’t have a-a collection!”

You looked up at him. “I know one is under your pillow, another in your office and I’m sure there might be another stashed away.”

He gulped hard. “I will stop stealing them.”

“Don’t, it’s fun for me to find them.”

He let out a long sigh. “You get me all flustered.”

You hummed a laugh. “Well, looks like we’ll have to finish our wedding party with me having ripped bloomers.” You stood up and smiled. “Come on handsome.”

Levi followed you out of the carriage and looked around. “No one came over.”

“Probably because the carriage was rocking. You asked me to be quiet, but there’s no hiding the rocking.”

Levi blushed hard. “Tch, shit.”

You pulled him along. “Fear not, my love. Everyone knows we’re at it like rabbits.”

Levi pulled you close as you walked together. “That’s true.” He bent you backwards as you walked making you laugh. “Everyone knows you’re all mine. No one else can have you.” He picked you up and smiled up at you. “All mine.”

You played with Levi’s hair as you looked down at him. “Yeah, all yours.”

He sat down in his seat and kept you on his lap. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you. You’re incredibly handsome.”

“Thank you.” He turned his head when Erwin hurried over with Mike, both with grim expressions. “Something wrong?”

Erwin sat down next to Levi and lowered his voice. “There’s been word sent to us about the coast.”

Levi raised a brow. “And?”

Mike leaned on the table. “A skilled small unit of fighters is moving towards our island. Your majesty, they are hostile.”

“Under what banner?”

Erwin shook his head. “Unknown. They say they are rouge, but I suspect Ji-Woo sent them. He won’t declare war due to his father not wanting it, but he would do something sly like this.”

Levi rubbed the back of his neck. “Tch, shit. Can we send a small group there to defend our fishing towns?”

Mike sighed. “Possibly, but if they fail and advance…”

Erwin clenched his fist. “It’s difficult. If you go, people might get scared or think you’re overreacting. If you don’t go and our team fails, it’ll look terrible.”

You gripped Levi’s back. “Send a group first to establish contact with the group and to set up a base camp. Levi will arrive the next day or two days later. If they fight, he can turn the tide, if they’re there for talking Levi can back up his guards.”

Levi looked up at you. “You’re so smart, but you and I parting could be dangerous.”

You sighed. “Then place your best guard on me. Besides, I have some skills of my own. I told you as a little kid I used to be rebellious and climb trees.”

He smiled. “I remember.”

“Well, I also learned how to use swords and a bow.” You smiled at Mike. “Mike can stay behind. When it comes to medical, Hange can go with you and Armin can stay behind. Niccolo can provide the meals for you and your guards while Sasha stays behind.”

Levi nodded and he processed your words. “You’re right.”

Erwin chuckled. “You have a very smart Queen.”

You grinned. “Thank you.”

“You are right. What you said is the best course of action. It won’t panic people too much.”

You let out a long sigh. “I will provide a distraction. I’ll do a tour of the city and carry out my royal duties of getting to know people. They’ll be so focused on that and the winter festival, that they won’t notice you on the border.”

Levi cupped your face and kissed you. “I will miss you.”

“I will miss you too. I know you’ll come back to me.” You gulped hard. “Promise you’ll write.”

He hugged you tightly. “I promise.”

You closed your eyes for a moment as you held Levi. “Good.”

[amplifyme]

S3 underway!

Though Lovers Be Lost: You weren't lying when you warned me about the over-the-top summary. XD This episode got me, btw-- showing how V and C's dynamic could change and thrive, Vincent struggling, and Cathy wanting to celebrate their new gift only for Gabriel to claim it (literally believing in gifts now) as his own. Cathy's death was no her fault; and I'm glad, because it's more tragic and honoring to the best in her character rather diminishing it with another thoughtless action. Father and the community just waiting outside the tunnel for V and C got me laughing... little did anyone know. Vincent not remembering at first, his face very Buster when he was brought back home, slowly regaining names and his normal memories (the constellations with Father and Father realizing he's healed enough to joke with), and struggling over the loss of their bond... which, all told, was the worst thing to happen to the both of them. His tenuous bond with his son is intriguing. Cathy's betrayal (Moreno is brilliant), torture, imprisonment, labor, and death was cruel, cruel, cruel; but I am so glad the writers gave her dignity and strength. Gabriel: really enthralled with his character. Eyyyy, Elliot and eyy Bruch's right-hand man. Eyyyy Joe (though Joe forgets Cathy's special someone in the next ep., or assumes it's Elliot Burch.) Moreno: stellar.

Walk Slowly: Top-tier. The new theme song-- I LOVE IT. Vincent's walk as he carries Cathy's body back to her apartment; and his vigil until dawn forces him to go. His and Below's mourning was exemplary. Joe's tears and shaky and referral to Diana and meeting Diana was fantastic. DIANA. DIANA, DIANA, DIANA. I love her. I never would have imagined her so serious-- for some reason, I read her voice as fast talking, higher pitched-- a far cry from measured and deliberate. Her case... and jumping into a new one. I adore that Diana "met" Catherine first, and really connected with her through her little doll. (I also noticed that she seems to get flashes or insights by touching objects... hmmmmm.) Mark took me by surprise, wonder how long he's going to be around. Her interrogation of both Joe and Elliot was spectacular. Vincent finally seeking out Father, and Father knowing Vincent's grief and guiding him through it... wow. Vincent's fight with the Other, Catherine's necklace, remembering her words, shocking Father to death with the revelation. Joe and Jen and the FUNERAL-- all the people Above and Below. Diana observing everyone, marking their pictures with question marks (and Father with the most.) The children hugging Vincent while the others are at the funeral.... Diana's contemplation and Vincent visiting the grave after dark. Wonderful, wonderful episode.

I'll stop there; but I am seriously addicted and want to watch more and more. I love everything about S3 and it's making me way, way too happy for so unhappy a time in the characters' lives. :DDDDD

Here we gooooo...

Though Lovers Be Lost. I'm going to address a few things you've written and then pose a few questions.

Cathy's death was no her fault; and I'm glad, because it's more tragic and honoring to the best in her character rather diminishing it with another thoughtless action.

Yes! I've always thought, given the corner the creative staff had been shoved into by circumstances beyond their control, and knowing there was no way they were going to please all the fans, they did a tremendous job of making sure Cathy's death had meaning and some dignity and that the events that followed it honored her and her impact on V's life and the lives of all those she loved.

Father and the community just waiting outside the tunnel for V and C got me laughing... little did anyone know.

C'mon, how ridiculous was that? I snicker every time Mouse says, "So quiet." Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to the two most quiet lovers in the history of ever. And exactly how long did they wait before Father decided to go in after them? And how did Cathy manage to undress an unconscious 200+ pound man, ravish him, and then redress him? I still have so many questions about this opening scene. It could have been so much better. But then I remember that Linda Hamilton was ripely pregnant when this was shot and had only agreed to 10 hours of filming for these first two episodes and likely wasn't up to a love scene - supposing they'd even considered shooting one. Not going to say any more about the whole lava and roses thing either. Like GRRM said, at that point the writers were scrambling and doing the best they could with what they had. Let's move on to better things, shall we?

struggling over the loss of their bond... which, all told, was the worst thing to happen to the both of them.

Here's the first of the questions I'd like to ask you. Any theories as to why the bond was lost? Because that's a debate for the ages and I'm always up for digging into that.

Yes, it was a bad thing to have happen. But I also think it was inevitable.

I also think Cathy was very ambivalent about having the baby once the initial shock of her pregnancy wore off. She looked distressed when she went to visit the nursery after she got the news. And then there was her daydream about telling Vincent, and his less-than-thrilled reaction. I know from a storytelling standpoint that she couldn't tell him she was pregnant when she went Below to do just that, and I love the way she was so gentle with him and her speech about gifts lost and found, but I've always wondered what would have happened if she'd told him then.

Are you picking up on the signs that Vincent possibly walked out of that cave more comfortably integrated with parts of Buster's personality than we'd seen before? We know he's stressed out and frantic, searching for Cathy, but he also seems less... patient overall. Less willing to swallow down the kind of emotions he would have before the cave and the madness, maybe? Thoughts?

His tenuous bond with his son is intriguing.

Yes, it is. Especially when you consider that he thought his bond with Cathy was being restored and it wasn't that at all. I love how he actually empathically experienced the birth of his son but didn't know that's what it was. He was convinced Cathy was on that helicopter with Gabriel and didn't have any idea she was wasn't until she called out to him. And he didn't have to "feel her go" again, as he did in The Watcher, and I'm so grateful for that, because once is enough. I also like that it took a while before her revelation to him about what happened in the cave and their son sunk in (after finding her crystal there, mid-fight with Buster).

Gabriel: really enthralled with his character.

I'll admit it: I love Gabriel. He's the perfect nemesis for Vincent at this point in his journey. He's batshit crazy, but in a whole different way than Paracelsus. And he has some of the best lines. Stephen McHattie nailed this role.

I noticed, too, that Joe seemed to have forgotten the convo he had with Cathy at the beginning of TLBL. I decided to chalk it up to it being late at night and he was tired and it was more than six months later that Diana questioned him.

Speaking of, I'm going to take the rest of the discussion of Walk Slowly over to its own post. See ya there in a bit!

[colemansdimple]

Not an ordinary woman

By colemansdimple

Chapter 2

William woke early with the first lights of the day. He looked at his side and found the Queen of England gently snoring. He smiled. She really was adorable. With a small touch he fixed her hair behind a ear, revealing more of her delicate face. He couldn't bear to lose this woman but just a few hours before he almost had. Now she was entirely in his responsibility, so he needed to find a way to care for her while she was away from the palace. A hard task indeed, having to suffice for an entire staff of servants. He hoped his old body could take it. She frowned a little in her sleep. Adorable. He couldn't resist and planted a small kiss between her frowned eyebrows.

Carefully, he slipped out of the bed, got dressed and left for the nearest village. If they would remain there for a few days, they would need supplies. With his pocket money he bought the basic daily products and some food. It wouldn't last much but he prayed the assassins would be found soon. Either that or he would need to find a job in that village. He laughed a bit just by thinking about it.

Unfortunately his upbringing didn't provide him with the knowledge of common folk work, so he lacked the skills to do anything other than tending orchids and discussing bills. Say nothing of Victoria! By god it would be impossible for her to adapt. He suddenly remembered the events of last night and so he searched for simpler clothes for her and him. They would be perfect for disguising their identity. He forced his brain not to think of how peasant dresses would also be easier to remove from her body at the end of the day.

When he returned to the cottage, he found her still sleeping peacefully. It hurted him to have to disturb her, after two assassination attempts in one night, but they had much to discuss. He gently touched her on the arm and called until she finally opened her eyes. Victoria gave him a bright smile, pleased that the first face she saw was of her dear Lord M.

He left a dress for her and went downstairs to prepare them breakfast. After they ate, they started to discuss what to do next. William didn't know if the criminals had been caught, so he would need to return to London soon. But he was scared to leave her there alone in the house. So he suggested they needed to get acquainted with the local women, so they could look after Victoria when he was away. There was the problem of their identity. He could grow a beard as a disguise and most people didn't yet know the face of their new Queen, so all they needed to do was dress Victoria up in simpler attires and pretend she was a far away lady. What complicated the matter was the story of how they got there in the first place. William made the suggestion that, because of their age difference, they should play father and daughter, an idea that didn't amuse Victoria at all.

“That is most impractical Lord M! We look nothing alike! People will know we are lying!”

“That's a possibility Ma'am. So what do you suggest?”

“Well...I believe if we play any family roles...it wouldn't help us in the end. If we truly wish to keep me safe...and free ourselves from spying eyes...there's only one alternative. We need to be...husband and wife.”

There, she said it. It took all of her strength but the words came out. She blushed furiously, looking down. William swallowed hard. She was right, of course, he knew it since the beginning this was the best solution. They could have more privacy and she would be more protected against any male interest. He sighed heavily, agreeing with her. So they planned on their story: a newly married couple, she was a daughter of a noble family, he wasn't of their status, her family opposed their love and so they eloped together. With this they managed to hide their identities among the villagers. Specially between the women, who admired her braveness to fight for her true love.

They walked together in the town market, hand in hand, chatting with the locals. Playing their parts to perfection. It took a while for them to get used to call eachother by their first names. But that was an essential part of their lie, so they were Victoria and William even at home, to avoid any slips. Once in a week, William would go to London by horse, to know if it was safe for them to return. But nobody knew the assassins whereabouts. Meanwhile, Victoria was chaperoned by a group of local girls. In the beginning, they seemed a bit distant from her, but when she showed them she could write and read, they got very excited. Most of them were from other towns and had arranged marriages, so they missed their families and friends very much. Victoria began to help the girls write letters and William delivered them on his way to London.

In return, they taught her useful domestic things like mending her husband's old socks. Although this bore Victoria a bit she admired these women, so much like herself and yet so different. She felt grateful for them because she could finally be useful in their plan. The locals soon picked up on William's skills to solve small conflicts between them, specially on his knowledge of the law. So he became sort of a judge and, alongside Victoria, he studied the cases and presented a solution.

The community embraced them and they earned a few coins which helped them survive after his pocket money ended. He couldn't ask for royal money because he was afraid the spy at the palace would follow him and discover where Victoria was hiding. Little by little, the lady and her husband were feeling more at home there. To be really honest, Victoria didn't miss the palace life much, she missed the comfort, of course, but she knew the palace didn't have the one thing she truly needed, her Lord M, her William, always by her side. Everything they did, they did together, including the house chores. Still, she yearned to be even closer to him. One day, she decided to surprise him by washing all his clothes before he came back from the village.

A little further into the woods was located a small waterfall. She picked up his clothes in a basket and walked there. When she approached, however, she saw him standing there. She began her way down to greet him but stopped when she saw him taking off his shirt. Victoria froze, unsure of what to do. Her curiosity got the better of her, so she watched him disrobe until he was fully naked. He was going to bath by the waterfall. And here she was thinking he used their bathtub when she was out with the local women!

Scared of being caught, she hid behind a tree. Victoria had never seen a naked man before except in strange drawings from her old books. She found the real thing utterly fascinating. Her throat went dry as she marked his well shaped body, his firm muscles, his magnificent chest with those familiar hairs that went down, down...until they spread next to his... which word was it? Pole? Sword? Member? She bit her lip, trying to remember how the book named it. It appears to be pointing up, she noticed, and it was definitely big and long. She wondered why she never noticed it before. Why was it like this now?

He began to soap himself, the suds slowly running down his body. The air around her felt hotter and she struggled to breathe normally. That familiar itch between her legs becoming quite unbearable. She bit her lip to suppress a moan and held the basket tighter. Without warning his soap covered hand reached down for his member. He began to run it up and down, closing his eyes, biting his own lips.

Her eyes open wide with shock as she followed his every move. She should be scared, horrified. She waited for shame to come, but it didn't. Instead, she only thought of how it would feel in her own hands. Her lips couldn't take it anymore and she released them to pant heavily. He massaged himself in slow waves and moaned.

“Oh yes...oh yes...Victoria...my darling...I love it... touch me right there... right there...I need it...I need you...oh god you feel so good around my cock!”

Victoria couldn't believe what he was saying. His face seemed somewhat in pain and he called for her. Should she go there? She wanted to go there and she wanted to leave, but her feet wouldn't move in any direction. She was absolutely stuck. She could see some white liquid dripping from his member. His hand movements became faster and his other hand dropped lower to take hold of the heavy ballsack beneath as he moaned louder.

“Oh my girl...oh my sweet girl...don't stop...take me now...take me hard...I love it...I want you Victoria...oh I need you...make me come...I want to come for you...I want to come hard for you...ohh god yes...yess...like that...just like that...ohyesss...OHFUCK!!!”

Suddenly, he stilled, mouth open at the sky as shots of white liquid poured from his member. Victoria saw him walk on trembling legs back to the water. She began to pick the pieces of the puzzle. Now she knew why he bathed elsewhere, and most of all, she knew why he was so late at times. She stayed still, recovering her breath, and watched as the water dripped from his body. She had a sudden desire to join him there and drink all that water from his body into her mouth.

However, she didn't want to be discovered. What would he think of her spying on him like that? She would die of shame, surely! So she finally gathered her strength, took the basket and ran back to the house. On her haste she didn't notice that a piece of clothing was left behind on the ground.

[ledenews]

Susan West: Planting Prosperity Seed By Seed

She remembers when things were shiny. It was a time when pedestrians had to look both ways before crossing most roads in Bellaire because the traffic was dense with East Ohio residents joining West Virginians flowing in off the toll bridge to visit a vibrant downtown district complete with everything needed for everyday life. Susan West recalls the bustle of Imperial Glass before it shutdown in 1984, and she remembers storefront after storefront along Guernsey and Belmont streets, Little Leaguers lined up at Dairy Queen, and watching Lance Mehl, Joey Galloway, Ben Taylor, and Jose Davis in the NFL after they starred in their Saturday home games at Nelson Field. And West watched, too, as the All American Town shrunk from city to village at the turn of the century. Why? Well, along witht he loss of industrial employment along the banks of the Mighty Ohio, the Bellaire Toll Bridge was shuttered by the state of Ohio in 1991, and no one with the Ohio Department of Transportation would entertain talks to renovate and reopen. ODOT also constructed the Ohio Route 7 bypass that streaks right by Bellaire, carrying consumers passed a business community that once counted on those drive-by opportunities. None of the negatives - not the population decline or the crime or the fact the village now has more rental units than single-family residences - deter West from her multi-faceted mission of attracting out-of-towners to the Ohio Valley Farmer's Market each Saturday morning from June until October in the large parking lot along 32nd Street. West is a produce farmer who tills close to her hometown, and for each morning market she collects other ranchers and yeomans to mix with local chefs and live musicians to create a nurturing atmosphere in the name of a potential return to prominence. West collects a number of farmers and staff members for the Farmer's Markets in Bellaire and in St. Clairsville each week. Of all the fruits and vegetables that can be grown in this area, what are – in your opinion – the best? Nothing beats a homegrown tomato ripened on the vine! Close runners up are a fresh picked ear of corn and a newly dug potato. You don’t know what you’re missing if you’ve never eaten a potato just after it’s been dug! You’ve watched Bellaire shrink in commerce and population, and yet you are one of the village’s biggest supporters. Why? I thought about this question for quite a while. The one-word answer is “roots.” My grandmother was born in Bellaire of Italian immigrants. Her husband immigrated to Bellaire, and they lived here until they passed away. My father and my six siblings and I all graduated from Bellaire as did my three children. My daughter and her family live on the farm, and my youngest son hopes to build here someday. Even though the farm is outside the Village limits, it’s still in the Bellaire School District so Bellaire is still my hometown. I remember a vibrant bustling town growing up. Generations ago, Bellaire was the center of commerce in Belmont and its surrounding counties and offered dining and entertainment as well. Many things outside the town’s control contributed to its decline. Times have rapidly changed and not necessarily, in my opinion, for the better. I want to be a part of the reason it flourishes again! West spends much of her free time promoting the Ohio Valley Farmer's Markets in Bellaire and St. Clairsville. What sitcom is your all-time favorite, and why? I don’t watch a lot of TV, but I enjoy reruns of “The Golden Girls.” Those ladies are a hoot! And I adore Betty White. When I watch TV or a movie, I want to laugh a lot (or cry because I’ve been touched in a good way). “The Golden Girls” certainly makes me laugh! To what do you owe the success of the Bellaire’s Farmer’s Market? The Ohio Valley Farmers’ Market is a labor of love. Any success is a result of hard work, dedication, education, and support from those who believe in our mission. Those “changing times” I previously mentioned have made keeping the Market successful a challenge. People are reluctant to get up early and head to the Market on a Saturday morning. Kids are involved in so many activities parents find themselves too busy. Online shopping and the availability of produce year-round at the grocery store have given people the convenience they desire and a skewed perception of what is local and in-season. Growing up, corn on the cob was a summertime treat. Fresh berries were anticipated in June and July. I feel cooking with fresh, local ingredients has become a fad rather than a way of life. So, to make the Market successful, we pour a lot of time and resources into adding amenities to draw people in. Our Tasting Tent, local musicians, the Kids’ Corner, free coffee and tea, and educational programs to teach people about the benefits to their health and the community by buying locally are some of the ways we try to make the Market a destination location and increase support. And the social aspect of shopping within your community at the Market should never be undervalued. I have watched my customers become friends with each other, catching up on kids, grandkids, jobs, and more as they mingle each week, and that’s a wonderful thing. It was Bill West who introduced Susan to the farming life just out of the Village of Bellaire. How’d ya become a farmer? Those Italian roots that were the foundation of my childhood and upbringing included backyard gardens. My father’s parents, his sister, and our family lived in a triangle in First Ward. They all had gardens. I never knew life without home-grown veggies. When my husband and I started dating just after our senior year of high school, one of the first things he did was bring me to “the farm.” I think he was relieved when he realized I would love to build a life here. I worked at many jobs over the years, but they were never truly fulfilling, and the pull to get back to the soil was always strong. One day, the urge was greater than my common sense (lol), and I quit my part-time job and decided to become a produce farmer. That was in 2002, I believe, and I haven’t looked back. I’m not sure how many more years I have left in me, but growing clean, wholesome food is a passion that won’t ever fade. Read the full article

[william-t-sickofyourshit]

William listened to Sebastian talk with interest, not only about his violin, but also about his time back in the orchestra. Indeed he haven’t heard those particular stories and anecdotes before, so he was happy to learn a bit more about Sebastian’s life back then. Charlotte was very much interested too, clearly wanting to know more about her grandson’s best friend. And Sebastian definitely loved the attention, so everyone was happy. The more Charlotte got to know Sebastian the more she understood why William liked him so much. He was so fun to be around, so charming and sweet, simply a great company. And the way he was so loving and gentle towards the cats was adorable too. Charlotte was warming up to their guest more and more with each day.

They spent a long evening together like this, talking and laughing until it got dark, and the cats began yawning and curling up to sleep. But the three of them just had such good time together that they didn’t even pay attention to the time. They chatted until 10:30pm or so, and only then William eventually started yawning a little. They had a long day after all, and he was already quite tired after all those activities today. So then once Charlotte noticed that her grandson began blinking sleepily, she finally suggested that they should call it a day, and go to their bedrooms. But it was all fine, because tomorrow they will spend whole day together again. 

They said their goodnights, and James accompanied Charlotte to her bedroom, to help her with her evening routine. William and Sebastian were left alone again, and Sebastian took his time giving the kitties goodnight kisses before they also left the living room and headed upstairs.

“It’s already quite late so… I will just take a shower, and then come over, hm?” William suggested in a whisper as they walked together through the hallway. Surely the staff already finished their day of work too at this time, and James was going to retire to his bedroom as soon as he’s done with Lady Charlotte’s bedtime routine. So it seemed that tonight they won’t have to wait, and William can just sneak into Sebastian’s bedroom right away.

For I have sinned...

The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes. 

William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principal’s voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times. 

“And lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that I’ve been concerned we won’t be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.” the principal spoke. “But Mr… Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes… about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?” 

William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.

“Father William! Excellent!” the principal exclaimed. “Just don’t be late, the train arrives at noon.”

“Train…?” William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing something…

***

Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didn’t refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?

So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.

After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.

The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them. 

He was in for a bit surprise.

@crazyvik97

[yabaina]

21/09 Jirai Hiroko chan

So, Jirai Kei make up is trendy rn in Japan and popular as a challenge among youtubers. That's the context for this video, but as Hiromu confirms when the staff member asks, he's wanted to do make up for awhile ! While this is the first time he applies it by himself, he knows it will look good because someone did it for him once back in Mexico

"Aren't I super cute? It looks good on me"

He forgot to actually put powder on his 'Puffy puffy thing', when he did his eyebrows he commented that since they were kinda sparse he'd been considering getting them tattoed/permanently made up.

"I don't want to say "Ore" anymore" (ore is a very masculine way to Say "I/me")

"Wait, do I actually have eyelashes?"

"Right now I feel like I could do anything"

This is right before posing with the cute outfit: "I want to take nice pics"

[homosexuality-at-its-finest]

You guessed, it's me again

How would the lords react to a very knowledgeable S/O who loves to learn whatever they can put their hands on no matter if it is a language or to wielding or dancing, THEY'RE READY. Oh and also they're really honest and have a booming laughter (Headcanons of course)

A/n: Welcome back my child, we're all back on our bullshit tbh. Thank you for the request, I fuggin love writing anything Resident evil

@rabid-d0g

Plot: Requested

Warnings: Chaotic Y/n, cussing, violence, that’s about it tbh

LADY DIMITRESCU

· She loves how knowledgeable you are, even if she can get envious that your knowledge surpasses her own

· She will buy you any book you could ever imagine, feeding into your curiosity and need to learn

· Alcina is often amazed by how quickly you learn languages, she watched you learn French in 3 days because there was a book you wanted to read

· When it comes to wielding weapons, Mother Miranda save her she’s terrified

· You’re so small and fragile and she doesn’t want you to end up hurting yourself

· That fear was ended in a rather ridiculous predicament of a Morticia attacking you, which caused you to scream while repeatedly whacking it with a sword

· You had tried to play it off smoothly, grinning up at your lover, but she’d seen everything and was cackling

· She’s the one that teaches you to dance, pleased by how quickly you picked up on it.

· You two now dance together almost nightly, the girls think it’s disgustingly sweet

· The first time she encountered your naive honesty was when you had anciently broken one of her favorite vases.

· She was used to the girls and maids alike lying to stay clear of her fury, but you looked up at her with red puffy eyes and a trembling bottom lip and admitted to breaking it

· She’s tried and failed in getting you to lie, you’re just so honest, and at times it can be infuriating when it’s a situation when the truth is best kept a secret

· Alcina adores your laugh

· She could be in the foulest mood, but as soon as she hears the booming, boisterous laughter the mood seemingly disappears.

· She will do anything to see you smile and hear your laughter, it makes her feel alive and full of love.

· Alcina overall loves you unconditionally, flaws and all.

SALVATORE MOREAU

· Salvatore loves how intelligent you are, the two of you constantly bouncing ideas off each other

· He may not be the same man he was before the Cadou, but he’s still a doctor and therefor is super smart

· He has a plethora of books for you to read, and if your eyes or head hurt from reading, he’ll read to you

· The fact that you can learn languages so fast baffles him, he’s asked you about it before, but only got a sly smirk and ‘a magician never reveals their secret’ in return

· He never doubted your ability to wield a weapon, the way you two had met was him finding you on his land violently bashing in a Lycan’s skull

· Though the idea of you having a gun did make him a bit wary, you wielded it like you were born with a gun in your hand, so he had no reason for concern

· So, the thing about dancing is Salvatore has two left feet, mans is awful at dancing

· You’ve seen him eat shit while he was walking on flat ground, let alone dancing

· When you taught yourself how to dance it was a solo thing, but he adores getting to watch

· He’s fascinated by your beauty, the way your body moves. Everything about you is entrancing to our favorite fish man

· When it comes to your honesty, it’s never bothered him

· He’s also naively honest, so if anyone wants to know info they immediately go to the reservoir

· Karl has asked jokingly what Salvatore’s nether regions looked like and you told him point blank much to his horror (he no longer asks joking questions)

· Salvatore at first was startled by your laughter

· It was so loud and sudden that it had taken him off guard

· Now it’s his favorite sound, your laugh is infectious and makes him laugh

· His favorite kind of laugh is when its booming laughter mixed with snorts, because those are reserved for his jokes alone, it makes his chest feel warm and full

· He’s a shyer lover to have, but once you’ve gotten through his shell you two are a match made in heaven

DONNA BENEVIENTO

· So, Donna knew you were smart from the start, so your intelligence has never caught her off guard.

· She’s the one that will never doubt your abilities and is almost never caught by surprise by the things you can do.

· You’ve recited an entire book from memory to her before and she didn’t even bat an eyelash, she knows her partner is smart

· When it comes to languages, she’s more curious than anything, asking how you can remember so many or how you can learn them so fast

· You explain to her that they just come easily to you and they just make sense, she takes it

· Her favorite language you’ve learned is ASL, you two use it when she doesn’t have energy to talk or use Angie to talk

· She will buy you as many books as you want, and will listen to you read them (Even if they make no sense to her) while she sews or works on her dolls

· She loves your voice and could listen to it for hours, it’s soothing for her to listen to you, especially if she’s having a bad day

· Donna supports you wanting to learn how to wield a bo staff

· She loves watching you train, even if it means getting up early to see you work out before you begin your training

· You protect the house itself now, no one has gotten into the house and survived after you taught yourself how to fight

· Donna loves dancing, but is shy when it comes to dancing when it’s in front of others, gently encourage her and she’ll teach you

· She’s a wonderful teacher, and you two could dance for hours, moving perfectly in sync. It’s hypnotizing to watch honestly.

· She likes that you’re honest, it’s nice to have someone in her life who doesn’t lie or who isn’t cryptic

· It’s like a breath of fresh air for her

· Your laughter? My god she blushes every time she hears it

· She loves your laughter, and can’t help but laugh along any time she hears it

· You’re the only person alive who’s heard her laugh, or can make her laugh

· Usually, she’s wary of loud sounds but you bring her out of her shell

· Donna is the most supportive lord, she’s never once doubted you

KARL HEISENBERG

· You two are a chaotic fucking duo who will bring the end

· Both of you are intelligent, bordering genius

· Karl lets you read all his books, which means you know just as much about metal, war and more

· He recruits you in his fight against Miranda

· You two speak in different languages all the time, mostly so other people can’t understand the confidential conversations you’re having, you can never be too safe.

· With your combined intelligence things at the factory go a lot smoother, and things aren’t as horrendous as they are in the games

· You guys still do some fucked up stuff, but all is fair in war, I guess?

· Karl is 1000% behind you in learning how defend yourself

· He even teaches you how to, and is offended and pouting when in your second session you knock him on his ass

· Even the Lycans are scared of you after seeing you beat one to death with your bare hands for destroying your blueprints.

· None of the other lords fuck with you, you and Karl give off a terrifying energy when you’re together

· You two don’t have much down time, but when you mentioned wanting to learn how to dance, Karl had taught you.

· He’d been quite the dancer in his day, and found that it was nice to have a dancing partner again

· It’s a rare thing, but when you two dance it’s very intimate, full of love and unspoken promises

· I think Karl would like your laughter the most

· Because you two live in a very scary and bland world where a war is building, so happiness is far and in between

· So when he hears your laughter it’s like a gift from the universe

· Any time he hears your laughter he tries his best to engrave it in his brain, eyes full of love and chest full of warmth

· I think overall you and Karl have the hardest relationship to maintain, but by pure love and respect for each other, it all works out

[mountswhore]

𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 — mason mount

summary: chelsea’s massage therapist, and mason’s long term crush, had moved to a different club. but after reuniting at nationals, you realise just how much you missed him.

notes: requests are open, just ask! this is so fucking long, please read when you have time.

“I will take care of you.” + “I could never get tired of you.”

for @masterclassbaby

“she’s pretty,” mason hummed, chin in the palm of his hands and eyes gazing at you. chelsea’s newest sports massage therapist. he watched as you conversed with a few of the injured teammates, the boys on either side of him laughing at his blushed cheeks.

“mounty’s in love.” chilly sang, pushing mason gently. the three of them were laying on the turf, waiting for their trainer to arrive and being introduced to the pretty lady who would be massaging their injured limbs from now on. “go on, make a move before kai does. you know he will.”

“i’m not making any moves,” mason huffed and pushed himself to his feet, ben following suit and pulling a ball towards him with his foot, “can i appreciate her beauty without wanting to make a move?” ben rolled his eyes at his friend, eyes now focused on the ball for the first time in twenty minutes.

“so you’re just going to stare at her, like a creep.” ben stated, stopping the ball with the side of his foot and kicked it back to mason. “noted.” mason was barely focused, looking over to you every time you laughed or your voice echoed. he’d laugh with you, crinkling his nose when you did, it was sickening.

ben had kicked the ball to mason’s feet, where is stilled and hadn’t even broken his stare. he had ‘regained control of the ball’ by kicking mason’s ankles, which had definitely caught his attention and caused him to hiss in pain. “you fucker, what did you do that for?”

“i just gave you a reason to talk to her, you clown.” ben revealed sarcastically, mason limping over to you as you held a look of concern.

“everything okay, mount?” you politely asked, the slight touch on his back as well as hearing his name fall from your mouth was sending him into a frenzy. he just nodded, and followed you inside to where your new office resided. “what the hell happened? last time i looked, you were kicking a ball about with chilly.”

your voice was as silky as he’d imagined. “yeah, he’s a bit slow. so he thought kicking me in the ankles would be a wise idea.” you couldn’t help but giggle at the man’s joke, avoiding his gaze as you were sure to blush. this man was attractive, but it was your first day, you had to remain professional.

“i better get to work,” you huffed, rubbing some hand sanitiser onto your hands and pulling his socks down. “we can’t have chelsea’s best player injured a few days before the game,” you’d finally met eyes and stared at each other for a brief second, before bashful looking away.

“you think that?” mason almost sounded unsure of himself.

“of course,” you grinned and applied some pressure to the side of his ankle, “i’d say you’re one of the best.” mason hummed almost silently, resting his head back on the table. it didn’t hurt, and if anything, he’d have to thank chilly for kicking his ankles, as it got you two talking.

weeks had passed, mason visiting your office most days with random excuses.

“my legs are fine. but maybe a shoulder rub for good luck?”

“i bought you a smoothie.”

“it’s cold outside, and i told the boys my thighs were sore.”

“now i’m just bored.”

every time he’d appear, you’d just pull up a chair instead of prepping the table. he’d talk to you about the most random of things, the pair of you having an intense debate on whether or not ross and rachel were on a break. he’d quickly become your favourite visitor.

“mr. mount, to what do i owe the pleasure?” you questioned, knowing it was him just by the way he fiddled with the handle before opening the door. he grinned at the nickname, sitting in the desk chair beside you.

“i actually came to ask if you wanted to go for a drink tonight. the boys were meant to, but now it looks like i’m all alone.” mason explained, a white lie thrown into the mix. he wasn’t being left by the boys, he asked them to cancel, so he could spend some with you. “so, you fancy it?”

“sure.” you smiled, accepting his invitation before you could overthink your way into cancelling. “i’ll text you my address.” he nodded his head, resting his head on his hands as you got on with paperwork. you could see out of the corner of your eye, he was staring at you as you worked. he had no training to be getting on with, and saw a better pastime in watching you work.

when you’d finally finished work and gotten yourself dressed up, mason was even more in awe of you. you looked adorable at work, and now he’d seen you in a new light. it’s like seeing your crush outside of school, it’s weird not seeing them in uniform, but seeing a new layer of them was good. he’d picked you up and taken you to the nicest pub he could find, it was a quiet one. it was a pub you had to pay extra for to sit on the terrace with a table to yourself. but he was willing to go the distance.

“it’s weird not seeing you in your kit.” you mentioned, staring at his impeccable sense of fashion. like he’d been ripped from the front page of asos. mason chuckled loudly and sipped on his beer, after doing a brief ‘cheers’ with you. it was british tradition, after all.

“i know. i’m used to seeing you in leggings and a chelsea top.” mason observed, his cheeks blushing at the way you looked at him. he felt the butterflies begin to swarm in his stomach, like they did on the way here. “now you’re in a dress, i can see your legs.” his eyes widened at the weird statement that just fell from his lips, face burning with embarrassment. “sorry, that sounded so creepy.”

you burst into laughter, feeling anything but disturbed. in fact, you felt more comfortable with him. “don’t worry about it, you’re easy to feel comfortable with.” mason took this chance to hide his rosy cheeks by sipping on his beer. the pair of you conversed for well over an hour, your conversations from work spilling into the mix too. and soon enough you were laughing on the walk back to your home.

“that’s hilarious. i can’t believe we could’ve almost met years ago.” you exclaimed, mason proud of recalling that memory. the pair of you remembered an awful christmas concert that happened in a town near central london, and were almost inches apart unknowingly covering your ears at the screeches made by the backup singers.

you’d ended up at your door, mason standing just centimetres away from your face. you knew what he wanted, and you wanted it to. so, with the confidence given to you by the mixer you’d just downed a while ago, you closed the gap between you and engaged in a sweet kiss with him. it was well overdue, mason’s teammates would say as he told them the following day.

you’d settled in really nicely with the team, enjoying every day you spent at the training grounds. you’d only been on that one drink date with mason, always planning to reschedule another but you’d both be too busy to do so. it didn’t stop you from texting nonstop and have some late night facetime calls. you were really beginning to like each other. it was as if nothing could ruin your happiness you felt with your life at this moment.

until you’d been pulled aside and told by chelsea’s own manager that a man united massage therapist had quit, offering you the job. it would mean your whole life would shift, you’d have to move, you’d have to make friends with a team all over again, and leave mason. you couldn’t bear telling him, which you’d also been told to do. you’d have to break the news to your beloved team, who would come and cheer with you after a win, and always pester you with random requests. you were each of their’s personal assistant almost, loving your relationship with them all. and mason, you knew he’d be crushed, the girl he was so deeply falling for, being told to move to another club.

you were on edge since that very morning, not being your usual joking self with your boys as they came in for their sessions. you’d weakly smile at them and make small talk whilst tending to their stiff joints, then let them leave. all the boys carried on with their day, assuming you were just having a bad day. but mason could see through you, he could tell something was playing on your mind.

as you were putting pressure on mason’s ankle, which he’d been take off the pitch for last week, he grabbed your arm gently. sitting up, he pulled you close to him and held you how he usually did. his hands grazing your sides and his eyes almost burning holes into your own. “talk to me, pretty. what’s on your mind?”

you shook your head. “i’d go easy on the foot today, mount. i don’t want to see you benched next game.” would you even be able to see their next game? it brought you close to tears throughout the day, but being trapped in a room with mason, you were bound to cry and tell him everything.

his grip didn’t leave your arm, instead he pulled you closer to him and held you close to his chest, now standing and towering over you. you felt a sob erupt through your chest, opening the flood gates as you cried into him. he’d never seen you like this, you were always his smiling ball of sunshine. “talk to me, y/n.”

“they’re moving me.” you simply stated, hoping not to say another word and him just understand completely. but it didn’t work like that, none of the team knew. mason would be the first to know, and you had to tell the rest of the team before the day was up. as this weekend you’d be arranging accommodation in manchester whilst you looked for permanent residence, as well as meeting the team and staff you’d be working for.

“what?”

“they’re moving me to united, mase. a therapist quit over there and they asked for me, your manager signed me over a few days ago. and i’m gonna be leaving you boys.” you explained, mason’s grip on you loosening as he tried to come to terms with what you were saying. he’d had his fair share of bad news in his life, but this was the biggest blow he’d felt in a while.

“they can’t do that,” mason stuttered over his tears, a frown cast upon his face, “they can’t just expect you to pack up and leave.” you placed your hands over his cheeks, forcing him to look down at you. that’s when his tears began to fall, looking so vulnerably at each other in this time of sadness.

“they can, mason. and they have, i need to go this weekend to meet the team and look to move up there.” you admitted, your hands refused to leave his face. you were soaking up every bit of mason you could before you left. long-distance didn’t work for either of you, especially with how busy you both were. the only time you’d see each other would be if chelsea were to play united.

“i can’t lose you, y/n.” he confessed, pulling you into him and resting his head above yours. it wasn’t just losing a girl he was seeing, it was losing someone he loved. he’d fallen deeply in love with you — but telling you would just hinder your movement. he couldn’t make it any harder than it was, it would ruin you. he just had to let you go.

that afternoon, you’d thought about what you were going to say and met the boys on the pitch. the second mason saw you, it took everything in him to not cry into his hands. but he managed to stay strong. you stood weakly beside the team manager, avoiding everyone’s eyes and fiddling with your jumper sleeves.

“afternoon boys,” you greeted them, hearing a few cheers and whistles, they loved you, “i have some news. today will be my last day working with you. i’ve been transferred to united, which will take full effect this weekend. you guys have my number if you just want to talk rubbish, or have any questions for me.” it was a long while of hugging them all, laughing with them and repeating little inside jokes with them.

“what are you going to do without me, huh?” you asked reece, who just chuckled and gave you a squeeze. “i’ll miss you all, you know who i’ll be cheering on if you ever go against united.”

you’d settled in at united perfectly, but something was missing. it was always going to feel this way, nothing would ever break the bond you shared with the chelsea boys. even when they went head to head, and you’d catch mason’s eyes on the pitch, you’d have to hide your smile when they scored, and try even harder if mason was the one putting it in the back of the net. you got on well with the boys here, but you found yourself missing the boys back at chelsea, and most of all, mason.

months had passed since your move to manchester, and you were heading out of your office on a particular tiring friday afternoon, walking past united’s manager, who always seemed to be on his way to something.

“ah, y/n, just who i needed to see.” he commented, stopping you as you were headed out to find a late rashford for his session. “keep an eye on your emails tonight, please. you’ve been included in an international offer.” you nodded, not hearing anything past the word ‘email’. and when you’d gotten home that evening, waiting for your takeaway to arrive, you mindlessly scrolled your emails.

something about the upcoming world cup, saying you’d been selected as the teams massage therapist. it burned your eyes as you danced around your tiny living room; so happy to have a chance at seeing any of the chelsea boys again. you’d thought that after all these months of just seeing mason’s face in his instagram posts, he’d have forgotten about you and moved on. but it was the furthest from the truth.

mason watched over your socials for months, seeing your various pictures with the likes of rashford, shaw, and lingard. he made sure you had friends and was having a good time up north. but every night he’d go to bed, yearning for you and the time you both spent together. missing your first kiss, missing hearing the sound of your laugh in real life, not just through another footballers videos. he missed spending hours on the phone. and although he had a chance to reconnect with you, it would be too much for the both of you to handle. he’d miss you so much more, knowing you were simply unobtainable.

after signing all of the correct documents to show you could in fact work for the national team, you were on your way to the training grounds and coping with living in the camp alongside the boys and other members of staff. it was better than your tiny manchester apartment, that was for sure. you weren’t really needed outside for training, so you set up your office and began on your paperwork. time passed a lot quicker here than it did when you worked at united, it was nearing your lunch break already. a knock was placed at your door, bringing your out of your work daze.

“hello, stranger.” you heard from behind you, heart overjoyed that it was actually him. it was your mason. you turned round to greet him, standing up and immediately pulling him into a hug. it felt familiar, the only bit of familiarity you had in this place. “god, i missed you.” he even smelt the same, as creepy as it was to say.

“i knew you’d be called up,” you admitted to him, looking up at his red face. it was just like the first time, he was so nervous to talk to you, “you’re still my best player.” his hands found your cheeks, taking advantage of the affection not feeling awkward. it was as if you never left.

“you don’t understand how much i’ve missed you all these months, y/n,” he whispered, face centimetres away from yours. “how much i’ve wanted to kiss you again.” you wanted it too, you finally felt like you found your missing piece. but you had to remain professional, this was national level now, not just club level.

“trust me,” you whispered back at him, holding your hands above his own, “i’ve wanted to kiss this pretty face, too. but we have to be professional.” he nodded, understanding that if they were caught, you’d be the one facing repercussions, not him. so he respected your choice and stood back.

“what about when the day’s over, and we go back to the camp,” he suggested, a hand on your shoulder to stop you from turning around, “what would you say to me then?” you just shrugged, sitting back down in your chair and continuing your work. the remainder of your day was quiet, just talking about a few people tomorrow that have stiff joints that need loosening. you’d made your way back to camp, opening your door and sighing as you took your shoes off.

what room are you in? mason texted, waiting outside his door.

you’re eager, i just finished work. but i’m on the floor above you, room 39. you texted him back, speedily changing your attire for something more comfortable and freshening up. mason would be up here within seconds. and whilst there were no rules stating that the squad shouldn’t be in staff members rooms, it felt wrong.

“you’re gonna have to leave when nobody can see you.” you sighed, opening your door to an eager mason. he wormed past you and sat on your bed, semi annoyed that your bed was comfortable than his.

“so not only do you get a room to yourself, you get a bed that doesn’t feel like a plank of wood.” mason stated, clearly getting comfortable on your bed. “i just might have to stay here.” you rolled your eyes and sat beside him, resting your head on the pillow. “you tired?”

instead of saying anything, you nodded and inched closer to him. his right hand was drawing delicate patterns on your exposed arm, whilst the other was wrapped around you. this was the moment he wanted with you, even when you were working at chelsea. but it’s happening now and that’s all he cared about. holding the girl he still deeply loved in his arms.

“i’ll go down to dinner soon,” he mentioned, even if you could hear him or not, “maybe i’ll bring you something up.” a small kiss was placed on your temple, mason snuggling into you a bit more.

the next day, you knew you had some sessions. so you were up early, a text from mason on your phone.

i left late last night, i fell asleep once i came back from dinner. i hope you had a good night.

you blushed at his text, getting yourself prepared for the day. the boys had a match coming up soon and you wanted to be on top of your game, making sure they were all stretched and ready. you sat in your office, prepping your table and your paper work for the first person to enter.

you’d worked with grealish, bellingham, and lingard today. and they only had a few more hours training until they were done for the day. you sighed in your seat and rested your head against your desk, arms and hands sore. your handle was violently shoved down, your door opening in the process. startled, you watched declan carry his best mate in.

“he rolled his ankle taking a kick,” declan explained, helping his friend onto the table. you quickly sanitised your hands and pulled his sock down to observe his ankle. “will he be okay for the game in a few days?”

“yes, dec. he’ll be out in no time.” you reassured his friend, mason smiling through the sharp pain shooting through his ankle. declan had left shortly afterwards, leaving you to giggle at mason.

“what you giggling at, hm?” mason questioned, a finger tickling your side. you squirmed and brushed a hand over his head, his features relaxing under your touch.

“it’s always the ankles, hm?” you retorted, mason rolling his eyes before letting out a laugh of his own. “let’s get you back on your feet in time for this game.” you had taken his boot and sock off, applying gentle pressure to the sides of his ankle and seeing how badly he reacted to the pain.

after the next few days of training, it was finally time for the match. you stood nervously on the side of the pitch, watching the ball being passed around. you watched as it had gone to mason, someone from the opposing team sliding into mason, and knocking his ankles together. he fell and began to yell in pain, the medics rushing over to him and assessing the pain. after realising it was not too serious, but he still had to be taken off, they’d given the job to you.

mason sat on one of the chairs beside you, head leaned back as you pulled his socks down. he winced as your small, cold fingers had pressed different parts of his ankle, but it didn’t feel bad. in fact, it was quite relieving. “it really is always the ankles,” mason finally agreed, making you chuckle and sit on the floor opposite him, “god, it fucking hurts.”

“i will take care of you,” you mentioned, your hand sliding into his. he smiled at the contact, his free hands gently tickling your side. this small amount of public affection felt scary, but good. you knew someone would pick up on it, but you didn’t care in the slightest. you had been away from mason for far too long. months and months apart, yearning for each other every second you were awake.

when the match was over, england scoring a whopping 4-0, mason was by your side for the rest of the evening. even getting onto the coach to go home, he sat beside you the whole way; his hand in yours and his head gently resting against your shoulders. when heading back to camp, knowing you had a day’s break before the boys were back on for training again in time for the next match, mason followed you to your room. you didn’t mind, neither did anybody else really.

you’d gotten into bed beside him that night, eyes heavy from the amount of work you’d both put in today, and the buzzed feeling from declaring victory had awoken something in him. he had the urge to kiss you, like he has every moment he’s spent with you recently, but more than that. he wanted to tell you he loved you, but decided to keep quiet. he wanted to save it for another day, maybe someday more special, when you weren’t trying to catch up on sleep between games.

“are you tired of me?” mason asked, releasing his voice into the darkness. he had no idea whether you were awake or asleep, as half an hour had passed of you both enjoying each other’s presence. you were wide awake, although your eyes told a different story.

“i’m tired in general,” you admitted, rolling over to face him, barely catching his pearly whites in the dark, “but i could never get tired of you.” mason’s heart was beating through his chest, reaching out for your hand to place onto it. it was a special moment — feeling his heart rapidly paced from your words, you’d barely noticed mason’s arm around you as he pulled you into him.

“good, because i’m not letting you go again,” he spoke quietly, your hand now replaced with your head, feeling his pulses on your cheekbone. you smiled for the millionth time that day, happy you had your mason back.