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thebearmage · 4 months ago

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Reborn - Five Hargreeves x Dolores - Chapter One

Rated 18+/Mature

(Chapter One) (Chapter Two)

Chapter One - Awake "Do you trust me?"

"Viktor!? What are you doing!? Stop her!"

"Allison, don't do it!"

"Allison, wait!"

The entire universe goes dark as if someone turned off the power on an old TV - there's a beat, then two, then three.

She startles awake with a gasp, breath filling her lungs, looking up at the white ceiling tiles. She's laying on her back, trembling, body working overdrive as it struggles to grasp its new mechanisms.

Everything is too bright; everything is too loud. Her head hurts, her body hurts, and everything felt constricting and too loose at the same time. Before they can process what's happening, they turn onto her side and vomit.

It's mostly bile, for her stomach has nothing in it, never has. She pants roughly as spots dance before her vision, black threads falling into her face as they attempt to push themselves into a kneeling position.

A hand is on her back. She looks up to see a store worker - a kind-looking woman, pear-shaped, with gray hair and soft eyes.

"Are you alright, honey?" She asks, "Did you fall?"

The words sound like gibberish for a moment, her neurons firing faster than ever before. They blink in confusion for a moment before the words finally register.

"I…"

She turns and coughs as soon as she tries to speak. Her throat feels like sandpaper; she grips it softly as she coughs, and the woman rubs her back.

"Easy, now, take it slow. You must have passed out,"

The store worker helps her to her feet, and she has to grab the clothes rack next to them in order to stand properly. Her legs felt weak…unused.

How…how did she know…anything? She didn’t know what a store or clothes were; she knew nothing 30 seconds ago. But now she has all this shit in her head, thoughts pounding against her skull as she tries to make sense of it all.

"Oh honey," The worker helps balance her, "What happened?"

They don't answer her at first, looking behind her to see small platforms. Two nicely dressed mannequins occupied two platforms, but the third - the one in the middle - was empty.

Thoughts come streaming together in a whirlwind, causing her head to hurt. They look down at themselves: black and white polka-dot t-shirt, black pencil skirt, pale skin.

They look to the side to see a black beret and matching shoes near the base of the middle pedestal. Her breathing picks up. They grip her arms so hard they feel her fingers dig into her skin. Panic starts to rise within her, and the worker gently grabs her face to make eye contact.

"Sweetie, look at me," she instructs softly, "Can you hear me? What color is my jacket?"

Her eyes flicker down to the woman's vest, "B-blue," her voice is raspy as if she's never spoken before.

"Good, what color is your skirt?"

"B-black?"

"Very good," the woman smiles as they slowly start to calm down, "what color is the floor,"

"Gray,"

The woman helps them take deep breaths, and soon, her pounding heart slows.

"Now, what's your name, darling?" the woman asks again.

She blinks before answering, "Dolores,"

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Dolores sits in the department store's break room. She looks at her reflection in a little mirror. She guessed the women used to correct their makeup during their breaks.

Dark hair and green eyes looked back at her; her face was not too angular but not round. Her eyes lidded but not tried looking. Her cheeks were rosy, and her lips a soft pink. Dolores's dark hair stopped right at her shoulders, straight but with a slight wave.

It's not what either of them imagined.

Dolores breaks the intense eye contact with her reflection to look at the cup of a dark liquid in her hands.

Coffee…right… it's called coffee.

Dolores, curious, raises the drink to her lips and takes a sip, nearly spitting the bitter liquid out.

"Not a coffee fan?"

They looked up to see the woman before walking into the room. Dolores tried to smile. Her mind was slowly piercing itself together, memories fitting back into place. She didn't know how it happened, but she was alive. Plastic was replaced with skin, and a hollow torso was replaced with organs and blood.

"Not really," Dolores laughs softly, coughing a bit. Her vocal cords were still not used to working. Or rather, she was still getting used to having a voice.

"Well, it'll help either way," the woman sits in a chair across from Dolores, looking at them softly, "That was one nasty fall you took there,"

Dolores nods, "I remember…"

"What happened?"

Dolores takes a moment to answer, her newly born thoughts firing rapidly. What happened isn’t normal. She isn’t normal. She can’t tell the truth. She’d be accused of being insane and convicted. She had a lie. To hide. Protect herself.

"I was trying to see the hat the mannequin was wearing. I was too short, so I stepped up on the platform to see. I slipped," Dolores took another sip of the coffee, wincing at the taste again, "It was stupid, I'm sorry,"

The woman looks sympathetic, "Well, you're okay, and you learned not to do that again," she laughs softly. Dolores smiles.

"Is there anyone I can call for you?" the woman presses. "Family or friends?"

Dolores shakes her head, "No,"

"Spouse? Wife? Husband?"

A face flashes in her mind - well, two faces: an old man and a teenage boy. But Dolores knew it was the same person. It was--

"No," she says, "I'm…alone,"

The woman looks concerned, "Are you--"

"Thanks for the coffee," Dolores gently cuts her off, "And for helping me, but I better get going,"

The worker sputters as Dolores exits the break room, walking down the aisles to the door.

"Wait!"

Dolores turns back around to see the woman hobbling after her, "Are you sure you're okay, honey? I can call someone to help you,"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Dolores tries to smile, "Thank you again,"

The woman looks like she wants to protest, but Dolores turns away and slips out of the store.

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Dolores doesn't know how long she's been walking. Her feet were starting to hurt, but she felt like she couldn't stop. She's never been able to move, walk, or pose independently; she's always been guided by someone else to pose silently, frozen.

What was she going to do? She had some understanding of how the world worked; he would keep complaining about it to no end, and he sometimes brought her to different places, riding around on the back of a wagon…or was it a bike? Maybe both?

Should they go to him? Ask him to take them in?

Dolores shook the thought away. No. Hell no. They were not going back. Every time they were around him, they got shot at, thrown, used as leverage, or abandoned. Yeah, no fucking thanks.

So what are they to do? They need a job, a place to live, food and water.

Dolores noticed that it was getting dark out. In a slight panic, they looked around, seeing they were in the…darker parts of town.

The only establishment nearby was a club, and there was nowhere else to go. Dolores crossed the street and entered. As soon as the door closed, she felt eyes on her. Most of the patrons were men, with scarcely dressed women dancing on poles, serving drinks, and even sitting with them.

Dolores felt uncomfortable but knew she couldn't back out—not with how the men looked at her. Most were older, with graying hair and crooked teeth. Some were younger, middle-aged, and handsome, with evil glints in their eyes. Dolores felt like…she…they were looking at her as if she were a doll again. For a brief moment, Dolores thought she had turned back, only to snap back to herself when a voice behind her went.

“You going to walk in, missy, or keep blocking the door?”

Dolores paused; she also didn’t have anywhere else to go. So, holding her head up high, she walked to the bar at the end.

"Hey, sugar, what can I get ya?" The bartender asks, looking happy to serve someone other than a sleazy older man.

"Just water is fine," Dolores answered, and the woman nodded and walked away.

Dolores nurses her water for the next hour, ignoring the men talking and staring at her. She needs a job, but what sane person would hire a woman with no history - no birth certificate, no social security number, no driver's license, no fucking proof of identification.

This…was going to be a lot harder than they thought. Dolores sighs, racking her head. Many of her memories were fuzzy and incomplete, but a few were vivid and clear. On top of that, she had a lot of information flowing into her head like a river, as if someone had activated the default settings on a video game character.

She knows what a video game is…?

"Hey, princess!" A gruff voice calls out. Dolores looks up to see a nicely dressed older man in a crimson suit looking at her. He was big, with graying hair, flushed skin, a double chin, gold bracelets and necklaces, and a golden tooth. He beckons her over.

"Come sit next to me, darling. I wanna get a good look at you,"

Dolores' eyes narrow, and she sips her water without breaking eye contact or moving. The man's smile is full of false warmth.

"Oh, come on, princess. I won't do nothin' honest! Just wanna get a closer look at you,"

Dolores was about to refuse when she noticed the fear on the bartender's face. They made eye contact, and the woman gestured for her to go over. With a sigh, Dolores took her water and plopped down beside the man.

"There we go. That wasn't so hard, right?" The man leans closer to Dolores, who leans back a bit, "You're a pretty one, all right. What's your name?"

"Dolores," Dolores answers shortly, "Yours?"

"They call me Mr. Higgins. A pleasure to meet you, Miss. Dolores,"

Higgins takes Dolores' hand and kisses it. They want nothing more than to rip it away. They steel her expression and sip her water.

"So, Miss Dolores," Higgins speaks casually, either not noticing or ignoring her discomfort, "What does a pretty thing like you do?"

Dolores sees the trap before it's laid, but they also see an opportunity, "I don't have a job right now,"

Higgins has the decency to pretend to be shocked, "Oh? Well, that's a shame. How do you pay for your house?"

Dolores starts to wonder if this man has been following her, "I don't have one,"

Higgins gasps in fake horror, "You're homeless? Oh princess, that's not right," he retakes her hand, "Let me help you, darlin'. I can help you get back on your feet! Work for me. I'll let you stay in one of my backrooms," Higgins's smile is full of malice. Dolores can also see the sharp teeth, "Nobody like you should be wandering around alone, I'll take good care of you,"

Knowing this was a bad idea but desperately needing the money, Dolores struggled with her decision. She knew she was walking into a trap, but the allure of a job and a place to stay was too strong. She plastered a grateful smile on her face and nodded, "Thank you very much! I'd like that!"

As she agreed to Higgins's offer, she felt a surge of anger and frustration. She wanted nothing more than to punch that wicked smile off the man's face as it grew in triumph. But they knew they had to play along, for now. Dolores was determined to find a way out of her current situation, no matter what it took.

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solitablvd · 4 months ago

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Se Nos Acabó El Ratito

**Minors DNI**

Pairing: Javier Escuella x Female Reader

Read Parte 1 & Parte 2

Summary: “I came to America because I killed a man in México. A powerful man. I knew if I stayed, everyone I love would die. I ran, not for my life, but for theirs." ** In 1894, you are the wife of General Velasco, a powerful figure in the Mexican Army. One fateful night in Punta Orgullo, you cross paths with Javier Escuella.

Warnings: domestic violence, pre-video game, headcannon asf, romantic Javier idc, female reader

A/N: Thank you for reading and joining me on this journey.

Words: 3.4k

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Parte 3

“Get up!” You jolted awake at the sound of Velasco’s booming voice.

You instinctively backed away as he neared you, grabbing you by the wrist and holding up your hand.

“What is this?” He questioned angrily, his words thick and unsteady as he shoved your ring clad hand back into you. You couldn’t tell if it was the dying, reflective glow of the candles, but you could’ve swore you saw fire in his eyes. You moved the hand behind your back, as if that could undo what had happened. You stammered a response unsure of what to say.

“A ring, that rose,” Velasco began, turning your attention to the rose laying on your window sill. His words were slurred and as he got closer to you, you could smell the mezcal on his breath.

“You think I didn’t notice how you looked at that revolutionary?” Your heart sank, heavy with sudden dread at the mention of Javier.

“Was he in here?” You began to tremble. Your eyes glossed over with tears. You had been caught.

“Answer me.” He finally demanded through clenched teeth. You opened your mouth to speak, but a forceful blow silenced you, sending a wave of pain and fear through your body.

You yelped at the stinging sensation, instantly holding your cheek with your hand. His looming body stood over you as you cowered lowly, choking back a sob as tears began to stream down your face. Without facing your assailant, you bolted towards the door.

His shouting echoed behind you, but in his drunken state he was no match for your swiftness. You ran through the courtyard, the cold night air hitting your skin and causing the stinging on your cheek to intensify. The gate would be locked, so you climbed the crates as you had done plenty of times before. In your rush, you lost your footing, hitting the floor with a thud as you scraped your limbs. Even so, you ran.

The pueblo was silent, but your own heavy breathing and sobs filled the night’s air. You didn’t bother with being quiet. All you could focus on was getting to Javier’s home. Once there, you knocked rapidly on the door, seeing the light of candles coming from inside.

It was Dolores, Javier’s mother, who answered the door, peeking slightly. Her eyes widened as she saw you, letting out a curse before quickly getting you inside. She pulled you in for a brief hug, and it was in her arms that you let yourself unravel.

“Desahogate,” She comforted soothingly.

She let you cry against her before holding you at arms length to look you up and down. “Are you okay? What happened? Javier!” She called out before you could answer.

In the heat of everything that was happening you didn’t realize that you could hear a multitude of voices coming from the kitchen. As you peered in from where you stood, you saw various men surrounding the dinner table as you heard Eduardo’s familiar voice speak to them all. The view was covered by Javier entering the main living area as he heard his mother’s call.

He froze at your sight. “‘Ta madre,” was all he managed to mutter. He rushed over to you, his eyes filled with concern. Your shoulders fell as he pulled you in, feeling relief in his touch.

His lips were tight as he carefully examined your swollen cheek. A pang of shame filled your body as he got a closer look, delicately holding your chin to keep you in place.

“Get a wet cloth.” He told his mother, who dutifully headed into the kitchen. With his attention back to you, Javier tenderly brushed your cheek with his fingertips. At your flinch he instantly backed his hand away.

Javier’s anger was bubbling just beneath his calm exterior. His gaze met yours as he spoke, “Stay here tonight.” You nodded at his words.

He looked at your tear-stained, swollen cheek once more before whispering plainly to himself, “I’m going to kill him.”

His threat loomed in the air. Before you could say anything you looked down at his clothes. He had his usual black pants and brown blazer; however across his chest was a bandolier and hanging from his waist was a gun belt adorned in weaponry. It was what he typically wore when he went bounty hunting. Suddenly, things were beginning to piece themself together.

“What’s going on?” You asked intently, looking back up to him.

“Eduardo— well, he and I have been planning something for a while. After the discussion we had today with… you know…” He trailed off. Your stomach tightened at the mere alluding to Velasco. “We decided to speed up our plans. We’re burning the fields tonight.”

Your mind raced as you tried to fully grasp what he said. At the same time, Dolores re-entered the main area, placing a cold, wet cloth on your cheek, making you wince in pain.

“I told him it was a bad idea.” Her tone was full of warning as she kept her eyes on your cheek.

“I’ll be fine.” Javier insisted, repeating the phrase for good measure, “We’ll be fine. Just stay here.”

You looked at him with worried eyes, but before you could say anything the men entered from the kitchen area, adorned in their own weaponry and carrying jugs of what you assumed was a flammable liquid.

Eduardo looked at you with quick concern before addressing Javier, “We need to go.”

Javier nodded, pressing a soft kiss against the ring on your hand before following the group of men out the front door and into the dark night.

You stayed with Javier’s mom and sister, unable to shake your worries as you sat on their couch. The moon was still bright in the sky. Anxiety ate at you as you thought about what Velasco was doing. Would he send soldiers to find you? Were they already looking? The fear that Dolores and Carmen could be hurt because of you twisted your chest.

Javier.

The name that could once make your head spin, only made your stomach turn. Would he be okay? Is he still alive?

Dolores remained at her kneeling space in front of their altar. This time not only muttering Emiliano’s name, but also Javier’s. Carmen paced the home, distracting herself with different tasks to keep busy as you all waited for any news. You remained frozen on their couch; your head in your hands as your thoughts began to consume you.

Suddenly, Dolores sighed, “Carmen, are you cooking something?” At Carmen’s gentle denial, she continued, “Then what is that smell?”

You looked up, and with a sniffle the burning scent became clear. Carmen caught on at the same time you did, running to the door and flinging it open. Smoke began to seep into the home. You jumped from your seat to look out the door. The thick clouds of smoke were covering the moonlit sky, in the distance you could see the bright glow coming from the direction of the agave fields. They had done it.

You followed Carmen outside, coughing slightly as the thick smoke enveloped the area like a blanket. Other villagers must have noticed as well, coming out of their homes to see what was happening.

From the other side of the village you heard a faint scream. Gunfire crackled from the direction of the fields. The sounds of hooves pounding on the sandy ground pulled you from your frozen trance as men raced by. Soldiers, on horseback and on foot, moved through the pueblo, some heading toward the fields while others dealt with the growing battle within the pueblo itself.

Dolores followed the two of you, but was immediately thrown into a rough coughing fit as the smoke hit her aging lungs. She fell to her knees, holding her chest as she wheezed. Carmen moved to help her quickly, bringing her to her feet and walking her back into the house. You moved to follow, but as the shouting increased around you, you turned at the increasingly chaotic scene before you.

Soldiers and revolutionaries clashed fiercely, but the situation worsened as soldiers began attacking innocent villagers who, like you, had now become entangled in the conflict. Amidst the chaos, the sounds of distant gunfire and shouts filled the air. The dark night mixed with the thick smoke made visibility nearly impossible, with only the moon's faint glow and the distant light of the burning fields offering any hope of sight.

The soldiers seemed to be gaining the upper hand, as they dragged different bodies to beat into obedience. The smoke had finally reached your lungs, throwing you into a violent coughing fit exacerbated by the sand being kicked up all around the pueblo. As you tried to turn and head back into the house, a soldier seized you by the arm.

“Get over h—” He growled.

You turned to look at the soldier, seeing it was Cabo Diego. His anger faltered when he recognized you, and confusion crossed his face, “You? What are you doing here?”

You remained silently distraught as he looked you up and down. Your breathing was unsteady from the smoke and sand filling your lungs, you had scrapes tainting your skin, and your cheek was still swollen and tear-stained.

He must’ve come to his own conclusions as his look turned into one of pity, “You were caught in the attack?”

“What?” You asked, still completely distraught with all that was happening around you. Cabo Diego shook his head before taking you by the arm and pulling you away.

As he dragged you through the village, you saw Javier’s home become smaller and smaller until it was completely out of vision. He shouted orders at other men as he rushed you up to the top of the hill.

The villa was empty, but not because the revolutionaries hadn’t gotten to it. The sight was jarring; the villa in obvious disarray. You stepped over the soil and ceramic pieces from the fallen planters as you followed Cabo Diego into the house. In the kitchen, you both approached Capitán González and Sargento Flores.

“I found her.” Cabo Diego began, gesturing towards you and interrupting the conversation the men were having, “She must’ve been grabbed by revolutionaries during the attack.”

He spoke as if you weren’t there. You didn’t say anything. Afraid of what Velasco could’ve told them and of what their next move would be.

Capitán González looked at you with sympathetic eyes and a deep sigh, “Alejandro— General Velasco, he’s… been killed.”

The sensation of your heart sinking felt disorienting. Part of you expected to feel relief, but instead, you were overcome with an unexpected pang of sympathy for the man. You didn’t expect to feel it, but it felt instinctual for the man who was your husband for so long. You took a deep breath, unsure of what to say to the men who were looking at you earnestly.

Capitán González cleared his throat, signaling Sargento Flores and Cabo Diego to go back to their duties before speaking with you privately, “The revolutionaries. They burned the fields. We went out there, but your husband never made it. Apparently, it was a distraction. There were men waiting here, they killed him.”

Javier. You knew it was him. You let out a deep sigh, the weight of the news feeling heavy on you.

“We have an idea of who it was. The men who were here for dinner. They would’ve been the only ones who knew how to get into the villa and where to find him.” He explained, “Don’t worry ma’am, we’ll find who did this.”

You remained staring at him numbly, giving only a tiny nod. What could you possibly tell him? That you hoped he’d never find the man responsible?

He cleared his throat uncomfortably before continuing, “We will have patrol around and inside the villa. I suggest you begin packing your things, señora. The Velasco family will send a stagecoach for you at sunrise.”

You finally got the courage to speak up at your newfound confusion, “Send for me?”

He nodded, “Yes. You will need to leave Nuevo Paraíso immediately and head down to Veracruz. They will take care of you there.”

You stood dumbfounded. It hadn’t occurred to you that this would be their next step. González bid you a stiff goodbye and gave his condolences once more before leaving the villa, assumingly going to attend to the chaos that was filling Punta Orgullo.

You made your way towards your room. You were going to pack your things, but not for Veracruz and not to be with the Velasco family who’d you’d only met once at your wedding.

No, rather, you were planning to stay with Javier and his family. There you would be—

You gasped as you opened the door into your once shared room. His body wasn’t there, but the bed was stained with the blood of your now former husband. The deep red sight lit only by candles made your stomach churn.

You moved in a hurry to pack your things, throwing everything in the trunk at the foot of your bed, which you were purposefully avoiding looking at. In your mind a million different worries raced. You began to feel overwhelmed, tears welled up in your eyes. You were packing to leave with a man who you weren’t even sure was alive, while seeing the blood of another draped across the bed.

You went to the window sill, the unarmed rose Javier left still laid there. As you picked it up delicately every emotion you had felt finally caught up to you, making you double over in a weary sob. You felt emotionally exhausted.

The door to your room swung open, and González’s eyes widened at the sight of you. He moved to check if you were alright, unsure of how to comfort you, “Señora, we’ve caught them.”

He reached his hand to your shoulder, but you only jumped away from his touch, looking at him with bewildered eyes.

“What?” you choked out.

“The men— who killed Alejandro. The revolutionaries are retreating. We’ve captured their leaders.” He spoke as if his words would be reassuring to you. “They will be hanged at sunrise for their crimes against México.”

His words only deepened your agony. You buried your head in one of your hands, the other holding onto the rose as your sobs grew more intense.

To anyone, it might seem as though you were grieving your deceased husband, but each tear was a silent tribute to Javier. Your mind was flooded with the idea that come sunrise he would be gone.

González called out for help as he lifted you to your feet, saying something about having someone pack for you while you rested. He walked you downstairs, sitting you on a couch before leaving to direct more workers.

Javier was to be hanged at sunrise, for treason and assassination. You wanted to stop it; you needed to stop it, but felt helpless to the situation as the villa was full of soldiers patrolling and helping pack up your deceased husband’s belongings to be sent to Veracruz, along with you.

As dawn crept up, the world seemed to hold its breath, caught between night and day.

You hoped sunrise would never come. You felt exhausted, but were unable to sleep; the sheer worry kept you up. You listened in to different conversations in the villa, but were unable to gather any information on where Javier or the others were being held. You desperately asked to see the lead revolutionaries, but were denied each time, coming off as a weeping widow.

As the sun inched up, the air became crisp and cool. You moved out into the courtyard, your hands growing cold as you held onto the thornless rose, the last Javier would ever give you.

As the sun rose, the sky transformed into a delicate pale pink. It would’ve been comforting if it didn’t signify the most unforgiving fate. The men were being executed in the plaza, a haunting joke from above, as it was the exact spot you had met Javier. There was absolutely nothing you could do to stop the execution.

At sunrise, you were helped into the large stagecoach sent by the Velasco family. Your eyelids were heavy with exhaustion as you sat in the velvet seat, the dim morning light filtering through the frosted windows. You closed the curtain as the driver and guard had hopped off the front to head inside to speak with Capitán González and gather everything that was coming to Veracruz with you.

You laid your head back against the seat in a tired defeat. The tapping on the window snapped you from your drowsy state.

You pushed the curtain open and jumped from your seat at the sight of Javier. Without any hesitation, you threw the door open to pull him inside, bringing him into a tight embrace.

His body was warm, just as it always was, but felt especially so in comparison to the cold you had been feeling both internally and externally. Tears welled in your eyes once more as relief, fear, and hope somehow all enveloped you. You clung to him, and when he cupped your face to kiss you for a split second his eyes that once held only virtue and dignity, held fear and sorrow.

He kissed you deeply as if he were savoring every inch of you. You kissed him back desperately, overwhelmed with emotion at his touch. His warmth enveloped you and you knew then that you never wanted to feel another touch again.

“You’re alive,” You beamed with tears in your eyes, still holding him close. He nodded happily, the similar tears swelling in his eyes.

“Yeah,” He breathed out, giving a sniffle before continuing, “I- I got out, but… Eduardo and Gael… they killed them.” He spoke lamentably, his voice shaking slightly as he recognized what was supposed to be his fate alongside his companions.

“They’re going to hunt me down,” He whispered shakily, “I have to leave.”

“I’ll go with you.” You nodded, completely ready to abandon the stagecoach and go anywhere as long as it was with him.

But he shook his head at you softly.

“I’m sorry mi vida…”

Distraught by his words you shook your head, “What? No. I’m going with you.” You insisted.

He sighed heavily, “I can’t have you come with me. They are going to hunt me down and kill me the second they have the chance. I need you safe… and that means away from me. I’m not leaving for my own safety; I’m leaving to ensure yours. You deserve a long, fulfilling life. You’ll be safe wherever they’re sending you, and I’ll be alive once I head North.”

“North?” You asked softly, “To America?”

He nodded somberly, “I already said goodbye to my mom and Carmen…”

You looked at him. The guitar and sombrero on his back, the clothes covered in dirt and dried blood: this was his last stop before leaving.

This was his final goodbye.

He took your hand, delicately intertwining your fingers, “Where are they taking you?”

“South to Veracruz…” You muttered, filled with despair.

“Veracruz,” he repeated, as if committing the name to memory.

You both remained silent, overtaken by the sorrowful energy of your final interaction. His finger continued to brush over your ring, delicately tracing over the engraved roses as his heart filled with a deep remorse.

“I love you,” He reassured you, “We’ll see each other again,” pressing a tender kiss against your lips. But your hope was long gone.

Still, you nodded and muttered against his lips, “I love you too.”

With a final sigh, he slowly exited the stagecoach, struggling to let go of your hand. He stood outside the stagecoach as you leaned out the window, wanting to hold onto him for as long as you could. He kissed where the gold band rested on your finger tenderly.

“I’ll see you soon, preciosa.” The now orange sky burned in his eyes as you tried your best to keep them in your memory.

With those words, he let go of your hand. Backing away, he committed your own gaze to memory. At last, he turned to leave covertly. As you watched him head North towards America and into the horizon, you knew you’d never love again.

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witchie-writings · 2 years ago

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ok i wanna do sum short if request are closed please ignore :)

King Ghidorah x human! reader who can hear far away kinda like dolores from encanto? One-shot or HC what ever you prefer 🙃

“Tonight. He wants 5 babies.” -Dolores

More than happy to oblige, Anon! Not a lot of King Ghidorah HCs around, so I suppose I got to support what I can lol. Had to make it short because TUMBLR

Ah, King Ghidorah, my long lost love. The False King, Destroyer of Worlds, Monster Zero, the Death Song of Three Storms… ends up with a human mate. Quite unexpected, very unexpected. The mere thought of Ghidorah wooing a human to become his mate was just absurd to Monarch scientists: who was this person, why did they become Ghidorah’s mate, how did they become Ghidorah’s mate?! All these unanswered questions, and they definitely weren’t going to be able to grab answers from the walking hurricane himself, or more specifically, the heads.

With having a human as his mate, Ghidorah has to be careful, ungodly amounts of careful, but if they possess the unique ability to be able to hear noises from leagues away? Ichi is surprised the human hasn’t gone insane from all of the over stimulants, and is genuinely worried about their health because of this power.

Ichi is the head that took the longest to warm up to, but he is the head that cares the most about the well-being of his mate. Whenever he could, Ichi would lean down, tenderly nudging his mate with concern practically brimming from his golden gates; his tongue would flick out, grazing over his mate, speaking through his actions as he cannot convey words. If Nii or San, specifically Nii, attempt to do any sort of skit in an attempt to irritate or get a reaction from their shared mate, Ichi would be the one to harshly bite into one of their horns, yanking them up and emitting warning growls from his throat as a vague threat should they continue to pester their S/O.

God, Ichi would be borderline trying to make as little noise as possible (for a god damn Kaiju) for his S/O’s sake. I imagine with that sort of hearing, you could accidentally burst your eardrums, as to hear that far, you gotta learn to heighten your hearing to travel across that distance; one wrong step, and you could have a ruptured ear. Ichi would piece that together pretty quickly, and just… try to tell his other heads to shut it. Minimal blinking, minimal breathing, minimal everything in general. He just wants his S/O to be comfortable.

Then, there’s Nii. Oh, my sweet lovable Nii. Ever the aggressor and one to cause chaos, he’d be absolutely overbearing to where he’d be causing so much noise in an attempt to help his S/O. He’d blow up at Ichi or San for the smallest of things - they’re being too loud, so he’d attempt to bully them into shutting up, then start a fight with Ichi and that’s a whole clownfest in itself. Nii would be the head that took the second longest to warm up to his new S/O, as he isn’t as highly guarded as Ichi is, but it’s still quite the accomplishment to be able to reign Nii in because of his nature as a whole.

God, his S/O has him wrapped around their tiny fingers. Would do absolutely anything for them… then get into fights over the heads about it. Through their shared mental connection, he recommends the idea of ear muffs and how they should grab some immediately, right now, and then try to tug the body to the nearest store. He’s trying, he really is, but he doesn’t really realize his actions cause more harm than good… it’s the thoughts that count, right?

San is the easiest to warm up to, due to his quite jolly nature and interest in humans as a whole. He’d find it quite curious about his mate’s hearing abilities, always wondering, what can they hear? Can they hear Godzilla snoring in the ocean? He has to know! So he does bug his S/O more often than not, he doesn’t mean to cause any harm! He’s just a curious noodle, a very curious one indeed.

Once Ichi and Nii explain the situation, he does feel quite guilty. After all, he’d feel as though he’s been contributing to the strain on his S/O, when he really didn’t mean to. He’d try his best to be more quiet, but he does slip up quite often. Please don’t blame him, he’s trying.

#king ghidorah #godzilla kotm #king of the monsters #gkotm #godzilla king of the monsters #godzilla #king ghidorah x reader #x reader #reader insert #ichi x reader #ni x reader #san x reader #ghidorah x reader #ghidorah

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dragoneyes618 · 1 year ago

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now and always

"Name this child," Padre Flores intoned, and paused, waiting for Félix and Pepa to respond.

It was Pepa who answered, taking a deep breath. The family had heard the baby's name before, of course, he was a month old. But never his full name, not until now, and with good reason. She and Félix had had many hushed conversations in the past month, whenever they were sure Dolores was in her room.

Dolores, proud to be named as godmother, stood beside her father, carefully holding her baby brother. Did she know? They'd done their best not to let her overhear them, unsure themselves of their final decision until recently. But her daughter heard everything.

Félix grasped her hand.

Pepa took another deep breath. "Antonio," she said. The sun was shining and it was drizzling all at once, but her voice was steady. "Antonio Bruno Espinosa Madrigal."

The church had already been quite, but the silence that followed was so loud Pepa could hear it ring.

Padre Flores almost dropped the prayer book.

Agustín nearly fell out of his seat. Julieta steadied him, a hand over her mouth.

For just a moment, Camilo was a tall, glowing green figure with a wicked grin.

Flowers sprouted out of Isabela's hair.

And Mamá....Mamá had her hand over her heart. In the brief moment that Pepa risked looking at her, her eyes were closed. Pepa looked away before she opened them.

Padre Flores coughed loudly, several times, and cleared his throat. "Right!" he said quickly. "Okay, uh, do you, Félix and Pepa Madrigal...."

Dolores made a point of talking to her baby brother like he could understand her and loudly calling him by his full name. Her parents assumed the former was because she was excited to have a baby sibling, and the latter was to get them all used to his name.

Bruno wept.

#encanto #pepa madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #dolores madrigal #felix madrigal #alma madrigal #madrigal family #headcanon

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useless-catalanfacts · 1 year ago

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Who was the last deadly victim of the Spanish Inquisition?

Technically, the last victim sentenced to death by the Spanish Inquisition was María de los Dolores López, a Sevillian nun killed in 1781 for heresy. However, things didn't stop there.

The Spanish government of the Three Liberal Years (1820-1823) technically abolished the Inquisition, but the Inquisition continued the same now under the name of "Faith Tribunals". The same men who were inquisitors continued to do the same job as members of the Faith Tribunals, and the Inquisition's prisons simply became the Faith Tribunal's prisons. De facto, everything stayed the same until 1834.

Then, who was the last person killed by these fanatic tribunals?

It was this man: Gaietà Ripoll i Pla. A teacher sentenced to death in the city of València in the year 1826.

He was born in Solsona (Catalonia) in 1778. He fought in the Peninsula War against Napoleon's invasion, but in 1810 was captured as a prisoner of war and taken to France. There, he met Quakers and converted to Deism (belief in God that can be observed through empirical means, but not follower of one specific religion or Church). Four years later he came back and became a teacher.

He taught children in Russafa (nowadays, this town has been absorbed by the growing city of València and has become a neighbourhood of València), in a house built by the neighbours and also giving private lessons. Russafa was a very rural town, where most of its inhabitants worked in the fields and did not know how to read nor write.

Writings of the time show that Gaietà was very respected by the neighbours, who praised his integrity and goodness, but the fact that he did not go to mass caught people's attention. When a local woman asked him why he didn't go, he answered that he knew more than the priests. After some time, some neighbours told the Archbishop of València that this teacher was not following Catholicism's rules and wasn't making children pray in school.

He was arrested in October 1824 and jailed for two years in what used to be the Inquisition's prison in València, which was now the Valencian Faith Tribunal's prison. The inquisitor (now president of València's Faith Tribunal) Miguel Toranzo wrote that Gaietà refused to accept the truth of Catholicism and that he told children in his school that they should not say Ave María Purísima and that it's not necessary to hear mass in order to be saved.

To sentence him to death, the tribunal used the Medieval Partidas laws from Castile, which sentenced to death those Christians who had walked away from Catholicism to become heretics or Jewish. He was sentenced to be hanged and burned, but the sentence added that "nowadays no nation in Europe burns or materially sentences men to the flames", thus "the burning can be represented by painting flames on a bucket, which the executioner will place under the scaffold so that the prisoner's suffocated body will fall in it".

And that's how it went. He was hanged in València's Market Square, fell on the fake-flames bucket, and his body was thrown to the Túria river.

During all the centuries that it lasted for, the Inquisition/Faith Tribunals caused unimaginable amounts of suffering and death, not only to the people they were torturing and killing, also to their families, their friends, their neighbourhoods (consider the fear and trauma inflicted on everyone who saw it happen and knew it could happen to anyone), their whole communities (was the mostly-illiterate town of Russafa not better with the work of this kind-hearted teacher who gave its children a formal education?), and even the whole of Humanity (we have lost countless works of art, of science, philosophy, medicine, new ideas that could bring us all better times). Even after the end of the Inquisition/Faith Tribunals, even after the end of the Spanish national-Catholic dictatorship (1939-1978), there is so much that we can never get back that was taken by religious fanaticism / Christian extremism.

Translation of the plaque: València's City Council restores this plaque which was in this square between the years 1906 and 1940, in homage to Gaietà Ripoll i Pla, a freethinker teacher who had his school in Russafa and who was the Inquisition's last victim.

#història #país valencià #history #inquisition #19th century #1800s #gaietà ripoll i pla #russafa #valència #solsona #did you know #interesting facts #fun facts #european history #historical #society #spanish inquisition

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gelly-fsh · 9 months ago

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Glasses

"Uhg es que este dolor de cabeza está insoportable, I can't believe I left without my glasses, why am I like this?" Sirius could hear James before he saw him, he was lying lazily against a tree near the quiddicht pitch waiting for Remus to finish his study session with Lily and Regulus, but he inmediately perked up when he heard his best friend's voice.

He looked really stressed out, with one hand on his hair and another one just raised in front of him (probably to stop himself from running into anything, the idiot). He was slowly making his way to the Pitch benches the moment Sirius decided to take pity on the poor man and go to help him.

As he was silently making his way to James, James head perked up again and he saw him. Sirius could clearly see him squinting his eyes trying to identify who Sirius was, but just a moments later he saw James give him one of the warmest smiles he has ever seen.

"My love! You are here!" Whatever precaution James was having was thrown out of the window as James quickly made his way towards Sirius, who was at that moment extremely flabbergasted.

What the fuck?!?! Sirius mind was a mess, and he was so confused he was not able to form a word.

When James stood in front of him, he softly cupped Sirius cheeks with both of his hands and smiled "I thought you were in the library with Remus and Lily, did you finished early Mi Amor?" James was talking so lovingly that Sirius brain malfunctioned for a second, because since when Prongs had a partner??? Why did he not tell Sirius???

"Oh come here" James said, before he squished his cheeks and gave him a peck in the lips and in his forehead "Que chico más bello, so beautiful"

The peck was all Sirius needed to get out of his stupor, pushing James with so much force he almost fell back on his ass "WHAT THE FUCK PRONGS?"

When James registered Sirius voice, he instantly went pale, spluttering the sentence that would change everything "You're not Regulus"

"Of course I'm not my fucking brother, why the fuck did you do tha-" Sirius stopped, and he could vow that white noise started filling his ears

"Were the kisses and the sweet words meant for my brother, Potter?"

"Sirius, I need you to relax" Jame started, slowly making distance between him and Sirius, not that that could deter Sirius when he is fixated.

"Answer my fucking question James"

"....yes, yes they were"

"Ok" Sirius breathed out, gaze lost for a bit until he suddenly gained conscience again "I have to kill you now"

"Yeah, I know" James breathed out, expression solemn "Can I at least fetch my glasses before you do?"

"You have 15 seconds before I start hunting you down, you brotherfucker"

"Thats enough" and after that, he ran.

Sirius will analyze this moment and information later on, and he could fine it within himself to be happy for the couple after a bit, but right now? James will suffer for a bit.

He also need to go find Regulus after this, that little shit owes him all the details about how the fuck that relationship even happened.

#jegulus #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #marauders #starchaser #sirius black #sirius being sirius #sirius finds out about Jegulus #James is dumb #latino james potter

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gamerbearmira · 9 months ago

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heya

so.

i may have tried something? HASIFUHASF it was something i had thought about while going about my day today, so i wanted to try writing it

hope it makes sense and i got a grasp of the voices and characters right LMAO

but anyway yes here you go

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Camilo quietly breathed out as Mirabel’s question hanged over them all in that moment.

…are we too late for a miracle?

All six of them just stood in silence, in the middle of the common area of their shared bedroom—or more accurately, the nursery.

He grimaced. They were all still in the nursery, even after so many years had passed. Not that it was bad. It was actually fun to be with his hermana, hermanito, and primas in the same room. They were all together, supporting one another. They were never alone with each other.

But they couldn’t deny that they were lucky that the nursery kept expanding as they all grew older. Camilo didn’t know what would have happened if the nursery stayed the same size and space it had been before. He could only imagine what it was like for his hermana and primas back then.

They were lucky with this, since they were already unlucky enough in all other aspects of their lives.

Camilo bit the inside of his cheek, looking up to see everyone looking at each other. He met each of their eyes himself, seeing a glint in all of them—one that he intimately knew was reflected in his own—and understood instantly.

This was one of the perks of rooming together for years, of being each others’ main encouragement and support system everyday, of just being together through it all.

A single glance could hold an entire conversation.

They all want to get away.

No words needed to be said.

Camilo nodded at the same time as everyone else did, watching all his primas and hermana start shuffling towards a certain wall, and was about to do the same himself, when he found his hermanito reaching out and gently tugging Luisa’s skirt.

His prima mayor looked down at Antonio, who was biting his lips. “Toñito? What’s wrong?” She tenderly placed a hand on top of his own.

Antonio looked up at her, allowing Luisa to take his hand into her own. “Wouldn’t Mama, Papa, Tia, and Tios come looking for us?” he asked quietly, as if to make sure nobody else but them could hear his question, even when the party noise outside was already drowning everything else out.

Camilo couldn’t stop the snort that escaped him at his hermanito’s question. “Don’t think we have to worry about that, Toñio.” He sounded a bit too dismissive, maybe, but…well. A quick glance at the rest told him what they thought too.

Luisa kept staring at her youngest primo, an awkward smile slowly forming on her face as her eye twitched once. Dolores made a surprised, quiet but high pitched ‘Hm’ sound. Mirabel just winced, subconsciously rubbing her arm.

All of them already knew the answer to the question.

Isabela had snorted too, shaking her head as she placed a hand on the youngest’s head to gently ruffle it. “Milo’s right. They’ll be too busy entertaining the guests right now.”

Dolores nodded, stepping forward to stand next to her older prima, smiling at him gently as she took his other hand. “It’ll likely be a while before they try to find us.”

If they even would, Camilo found himself thinking, before blinking rapidly. Hey, no. No. No bad thoughts, stop thinking that, Milo.

Camilo swallowed. Everyone in the 3rd generation knew that their padres loved them. They always tried their best. They cared. They always cared.

It was just…their Mama and Tia and Tio were always seen, always perfect, always in the spotlight, rarely able to step away—if they ever stepped away at all.

Even Papa and Tio Agustin were seen in the light, despite them not having gifts themselves.

It was always how it was ever since then.

The Perfect Magical Triplets. Always seen. Always shining. Always perfect.

How could they step away from the light they’ve known every day to follow after the kids who had always been standing on the side, shrouded in darkness all their lives?

Camilo shook his head. Not something he wanted to think about right now.

He watched Antonio stare at them all for a moment longer, before slowly nodding at their words.

"Don't worry, Toñito. We'll be fine." Mirabel sent a gentle smile at her primo, the smile brightening a little when he gave a small, subdued smile back. Isabela went to ruffle his hair again as Luisa and Dolores chuckled quietly, both keeping a gentle but firm grip on his hands.

Camilo watched them, wanting to commit this moment to his memories forever.

Mirabel stared at them softly for another moment as well, before breathing out, her smile dropping slightly. She stepped right next to Camilo, bumping shoulders with him and gesturing towards a certain painting in the room. “To the den?”

Camilo chuckled wearily, lightly bumping her shoulder back. He looked at the rest of his primas and hermana and hermanito for a moment, all of them looking at the painting with tired and resigned eyes.

He turned back to the painting too, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. “To the den.”

Away from the light.

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asked my friend to choose a grandkid randomly and he had chosen camilo, so...camilo pov! WOOOO AHSFUAHf genuinely hope this is alright hehe

also, its not really clear, but the painting on the wall is still in the nursery, and behind said painting is the entrance to the walls, since i was thinking it might be hard for the kids to sneak to the painting past all the people there if it was outside and the party was still going on, plus easy access to the den yknow HAHAHA

but we can also still keep the painting entrance to the walls right next to dolores' room (or at least...where dolores' room should have been HASFUASUF) if you want hehe

but anyway yes, hope you enjoy AAAAAAAA <333

Away from the light NOOO COME BACK <\\\333

Not but. Mic coming in clutch with the peak writing as always??? Love this so much, no matter how sad it is <33

It does make me feel bad for the kids. I mean it's Antonio's literal birthday, but since he didn't get a gift (not that anyone was expecting him to at this point), he's not even the center of attention. The triplets are. And they know that, so they know they'll be fine in the walls just to get away. And how Antonio has to accept that fact 😭😭

AND? The fact that they know that no one will look for them for a hot minute and the fact that they can go to one of their many hiding places. Like bro 😭😭 someone give these guys a piece of cake and hug 💀💀 at least the dads are there for them. Most of the time ＼(;´□｀)/

Julieta meant so well, but in the end they still ended up unhappy in some way. And it's cause she never really got rid of the root of the problem: Alma's mentality

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto camilo #encanto luisa #encanto alma #encanto julieta #encanto pepa #encanto bruno #encanto félix #encanto agustin #giftless grandkids #giftless grandkids au

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zafirosreverie · 2 years ago

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No cure (Julieta x Reader)

for nonie, hope you like it

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“Mom? Please answer me…I’m sorry. I didn’t want this to happen”

“Julieta, please…we need you, you can’t leave Bruno and I alone”

“Mija, your family misses you, your daughters need you, don’t leave us”

She could hear the voices in her room, she could feel her sister’s rain on her, her daughters hugging her, she could see the blurry form of her mother in front of her and her niece crying some steps behind. But that didn’t matter to her. They all knew why she was in that state. They knew it was their fault.

"I can't go on like this anymore" you had written "I love you, but I can't keep living in fear of not waking up again. I'm sorry"

And the rest of your letter had been erased due to her tears. The edges of it were torn and wrinkled, from the strength with which she clung to that piece of paper every night, as if her life depended on it, as if she could pull you out of the ink. It was painful, but it was the last thing that was left of you.

There were too many things she would regret for the rest of her life, no matter how short or how long that was, but allowing her daughters to cross so many lines with you, letting things get out of hand and not protecting you when she had to, was by far what weighed the most on her.

It came as no surprise to anyone that Isabela was cold and sharp with you, of her three daughters, she was the one who had been most mad at her when she divorced Agustín and the first to yell at her when she announced that she was dating someone else.

Julieta had tried to be understanding and patient with her, waiting for her daughter to have time to process everything, something you did too, which is why you hadn't introduced yourself to the family until much later. You wanted to respect her daughters, something that none of the three wanted to do with you.

Surprisingly, Luisa was always the nicest to you. She wasn't really close to you, but she would at least smile at you a bit and talk to you politely, though she never really let you get close to her. Mirabel wasn't rude either, but it was terribly obvious that she didn't want you there either.

She was always cold with you, she didn't answer you when you spoke to her, she left the room as soon as you entered and her characteristic friendly smile was never directed towards you. She never said it out loud, but both you and her mother knew that she shared the same thought as her older sister: get out of here.

And then there was Isabela.

From the first moment you set foot in Casita, the young woman made it her mission to make your life a hell. She was always making comments about your appearance, your body, your usefulness (which was none in her opinion), something that Julieta knew were your worst insecurities. She was always rude when she talked to you, she took every opportunity she got to remind you that you didn't belong in the family, that you would never be worthy of her mother.

Your girlfriend was always trying to calm things down, to reassure you that it was just a phase, that she loved you, that she wanted you by her side, and that her daughters would soon accept you, but she knew that every time you left the dining room without even touching your food, a part of you withered away. There came a time when she could no longer lie to herself.

The rest of the family wasn't helping either. Camilo played cruel pranks on you just to make Mirabel smile and even sweet Antonio looked down on you, if only to imitate his favorite cousin, and you also lost your voice. Dolores was always listening to you, of everything you did or said, so that Isabela could have more ammunition against you, there was no secret of yours that the two girls did not know, which left you vulnerable, paranoid and unable to really express anything for fear that it would be used against you. Little by little you stopped talking, even with her. The only times the healer would hear your voice was in the safety of night, in her room, where her niece couldn't hear you.

Julieta had tried to talk to the six children, but none had quit on their mission to torture you. She tried with Pepa and Felix, but her sister just shrugged and told her that she knew what she was getting into when she separated from her husband. Her brother-in-law had simply agreed with her sister, as always.

Mom didn't do anything either. She hadn't even wanted to accept you into the family, so she didn't care what her grandchildren did with you, the sooner you left and let her daughter "fix things" with Agustín, the better (no, she didn't care that said daughter had told her that there was nothing to fix, that everything was over between her and her ex-husband).

The only person who tried to make you feel welcome besides her was Bruno, and that didn't even count because the only reason he had to be nice to you was a vision he had. Julieta didn't want to know what was on the green tablet, the only thing that mattered to her was that before that, her brother hadn't wanted anything to do with you either. She was really alone in this. She started to be afraid you’d leave her because all her “family” was doing, but you always put a smile on your precious face and said you could hold yourself together for a little more.

And then the stupid Belladonna thing happened.

You already knew that you would never receive a beautiful flower from Isabela, and it was not uncommon for the occasional thorn to appear in your shoes (you had gotten used to checking them before putting them on for that very reason), but she never thought that the cruelty of her daughter could go so far.

She must have been suspicious when her eldest daughter had smiled sweetly at you, when she had spoken to you tenderly and offered a cup of tea she had never made. She could see in your eyes that you were just as confused and a little scared, but it was the first time that Isabela didn't insult you when talking to you, and you didn't want to ruin a possible peace agreement by rejecting it.

So you took it and thanked her with a soft smile that had warmed even her heart. For a moment, the older woman allowed herself to let down her guard and hope that things would get better. Silly of her, she forgot that she was the only daughter who could poison you.

You took a small sip, your mind torn between hoping that things would really get better, and fearing that it was just another joke. Perhaps you were expecting a spicy or salty touch, or some other alteration, but in reality it was sweet... too sweet.

Alerts went off in you, but as the girl looked at you with hopeful eyes, you just smiled and finished your cup. Juliet saw everything a few steps behind you, her heart softened and beating with love and hope. It seemed the beginning of something new, of a better relationship with her daughters... then the nightmare began.

A few minutes later you clung to the kitchen counter as if your life depended on it, you were dizzy and disoriented, your hands were sweaty and she could see that your pupils were dilated. Your face turned red, you couldn't seem to breathe, and he barely had time to catch you before you collapsed.

Camilo and Mirabel leaned out and gave Isabela a high five, which she told the healer that you had been the victim of another prank, but for some reason, this seemed too serious. Dolores confirmed this when she ran in a few seconds later, her eyes wide and her face full of guilt.

Her niece was terrified and her voice cracked as she screamed that your heart rate was too fast, and that this was not part of the plan. Juliet barely had to hear the word "belladonna" before she gasped and raced against the clock.

She had picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, Casita seemed to be on her side for once and helped her up the stairs quickly, while she blocked out the screams of the family behind her. She managed to make you vomit and as soon as you breathed well again, she put an arepa in your mouth to prevent the poisoning from advancing. She acted fast and managed to get you completely to safety, but fear and mistrust were firmly imprinted on you.

You heard your girlfriend fighting with her eldest daughter, who didn't seem even the least bit sorry for what she had done to you, despite the seriousness of the situation, and the banter didn't stop after that. It was then that, despite how much you loved Juliet, you had to make a decision, and barely a week after that, you disappeared in the middle of the night, leaving only a note behind you.

Julieta had cried even before she finished reading it, and her screams had woken everyone in the house, not just Dolores. At first her mother tried to get closer to her, but was greeted with a shoving and the most angry look she had ever seen in her life. Her anger was directed especially at her eldest granddaughter.

"It's not that bad, mom" Isabela said rolling her eyes.

"YOU COULD KILL HER!"

"You were there, weren't you? And I didn't even give him much belladonna, just a little-"

"ENOUGH!" Julieta had yelled, taking everyone by surprise "I'm sick of all this, I'm tired of all of you. She didn't do anything, she was never rude, she never raised her voice to anyone and you treated her like dirt"

"Juli-"

"Why?” she asked with a voice so broken that Alma wanted to cry “I have never done anything against this family. I was always your perfect golden doll, I never said no, I even married a man I didn’t want to because YOU thought it was the best for me. Was I a bad daughter?”

“No, mija, that’s-”

“Then why? Why couldn’t I be happy? Why couldn’t you all support me the only time I choose myself?”

The Madrigals didn’t know what to say, and Julieta’s daughters were divided between the shock of knowing their mother didn't want to marry their father in the first place and seeing the woman the three of them looked up to breaking in front of them like a scared little girl.

“Julieta-”

“I know you never liked Y/N” she interrupted her sister “but I do, Pepa, I really do”

“Mom, I didn’t-”

“You don’t talk to me, Isabela” she growled “not tonight. You’re the one who treated her the worst, you tried to kill her for god’s sake! What if I hadn’t been there? Have you thought about it?”

The girl tried not to cry but her mother’s words were cutting her like sharp knives. Maybe because Julieta had never spoken to her like that before, maybe it was the deep disappointment in her eyes…or maybe, it was because she knew she was right. You could have died for what she did.

“But that doesn’t matter” the healer whispered “you got what you wanted. What ALL of you wanted. She’s gone…congratulations”

“Juli-”

“You didn’t want her to be part of the family” she cut her sister “now I wish I wasn’t either”

And with that, she had closed her room’s door on everyone’s faces, leaving all the family shocked, scared and feeling terribly guilty. They knew they couldn’t do anything at the moment, and Isabela and Dolores were crying, they just hoped things would get better the next day.

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But the next day had turned into a week, and then a month. Julieta never spoke to any of them again, she didn’t smile, didn’t laugh, she didn’t even look at them. She just did her shores and locked herself in her room. Her eyes were red, her skin lost the healthy glow it once had, her hair was a mess, she lost weight and didn’t have that friendly and motherly shape anymore. She became a ghost.

And what scared them the most was that, by the third month after you left, the glow on her door faded. It reminded them of Bruno’s door before he came back. Pepa had cried and begged for her sister to forgive them all, Alma regretted every single choice she made about her daughter’s life without her consent, Dolores and Isabela were about to lose their sanity. Everyone missed Julieta, but none could do anything to bring her back. She was dying in front of them”

“Julieta, please…please” Pepa begged again

“Mija”

“Mami”

“There’s no use” Bruno sighed, making everyone look at him “we did this”

“Tío Bruno?” Mirabel asked as he showed them the vision he had

“She’s not coming back” he whispered “there’s no cure for a broken heart”

#reader insert #x reader #imagine #julieta x reader #julieta madrigal imagine #julieta madrigal x you #julieta madrigal preference #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal #encanto preferences #encanto imagine #encanto x reader #encanto #angst #i regret nothing

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writing-fanics · 2 years ago

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If it all ends tonight

Fred Weasley x Reader

[a/n: I haven’t read the books yet but planning on it. But I added some things from the book but this is mainly the movie]

[summary: Fred felt someone quickly shove him out e the way of the explosion. ‘Hey, y/n?’ Fred said, turning towards, them. ‘If it all ends tonight.’ He says, and they just look at him curiously holding their wand in their hands… ‘I lov-]

[Y/n] shuddered under their breath, as they stared at the protection shield. as it’s being pelted with spells by the enemies outside. never in their life did they think they’d end up fighting in a war. they hoped and prayed that nothing would destroy the shield.

Despite being a [house name], they were nervous and scared. the school was filled with children too young to fight, and older students either too scared or letting their bravery get the better of them.

[Y/n] though wanted to fight for the school they love. As well for the future of the Wizarding World. They felt someone take their hand and gently squeeze it. As if reassuring them that everything will be okay.

They turned towards that person, Fred Weasley. His twin brother George stood beside him. [Y/n] would never forget the day they first met the Weasley Twins, in their first year. The three having an affinity for pranks and jokes, they immediately hit it off. Causing mayhem and chaos. They’d never forget showing Dolores Umbridge, who’s boss.

The countless memories of pranks and jokes. Were made in this school here in theses walls. memories that would stay with them for the rest of their lives. and they weren’t going to let them be destroyed.

“You okay, Freddie?” George asked, his twin as he looked up at the sky.

“Yeah..” Fred said, still holding onto their hand. George turned towards his brother and gently elbowed him, with a smile on his face. “Me too.” He says, with a slight chuckle.

[Y/n] smiled softly, looking at their friends then back up at the sky. Holding their wand firmly in their hand. Fred turned towards them, as they stared up at the sky. He wanted to tell them now, the feelings that he’s being holding back for years.

‘if I’d only told them…’

‘Wake up!’

“Stupefy!” [Y/n] shouted, at the death eater who immediately blocked the spell. The death eater than sent the killing curse at them which they of course blocked.

[Y/n] was going to fight to live fight for their school. They needed to live to tell Fred how they feel. To tell him about their feelings which they hope will be returned.

“Hey, y/n?” Fred said, turning towards, them. “If it all ends tonight.” He says, and they just look at him curiously, as they shouted spells at death eaters.

“I lov-”

they pushed him outta the way, as they were engulfed by the debris from the explosion the last thing Fred saw was a smile on their face. before everything went black.

“Fred?!”

Fred opened his eyes, the back of his head was throbbing and his ears ringing. The side of his head was covered in blood. Percy stood over his younger brother shaking him and calling out his name.

“Y/n…?” Fred mumbled, and Percy pursed his lips and his hands fell to his side. His worried look immediately replaced with sadness.

Fred could hear the faint sound of sniffles. Slowly turning his head towards the one crying, to reveal it was no other than George. Crying over someone.. but who?

Where’s Y/n?

you already know that answer

Deep down Fred already knows but didn’t wanna believe it. “George.” His voice raspy and hoarse, “George.. who’s that?” George couldn’t say anything, as he cried.

“I’m so sorry, Freddie.” George said, sniffling. Fred slowly rose to his feet despite the pain in his body. Despite, the throbbing of his head he made his way.

He didn’t wanna believe it. It couldn’t be.. No.. No.. He fell to his knees; as the back of his throat started to burn. His eyes welled up with tears, “No, Y/n, No.” He whispered, taking her them from George’s arm and tried shaking them.

Pleading for them to wake up, but they didn’t move. They stayed still, and planted on their face. A smile, the last smile they gave Fred as they pushed them outta the way of the explosion.

#x reader #fanfic #fluff #romance #angst #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #Fred Weasley #Harry Potter #harry potter x reder #hogwarts #fred weasely x y/n #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #fred weasley x reader angst #fred weasley angst #angst fanfiction

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lolitafan1997 · 2 years ago

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I follow Dominique Swain on Instagram. One thing I’ve noticed, no matter what she posts, the comments are filled with men from every country and every language calling her Lolita.

My Lolita.

I love you Lolita.

My beautiful Lolita.

I can’t speak for her but I imagine that would drive you crazy. No wonder she does not interact with fans, or have social media.

Even interviews I can only find one or two from the 90’s when they were promoting the movie and then nothing.

I don’t blame her for being so private considering for 30 years she’s being stalked by perverts, but this really is unfortunate.

I would love to ask her legitimate questions about filming the movie, or pick her brain about the book as she said she read it over six times.

I would like to hear behind the scenes stories or what it was like to work with Adrian Lyne and Jeremy Irons.

But we will never get those answers because other guys can’t control themselves and need to be perverted stalkers.

Im sure there are also many young girls out there who could receive some good advice from someone who portrayed Dolores Haze and then dealt with Hollywood at such a young age.

I guess I’m just sad at everything we lost because people don’t know how to be respectful.

Anyone else feel like this? What would you ask her if you ever had the chance?

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frostironfudge · 2 years ago

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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Thirteen

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: fluff, (tooth rotting fluff), angst, swearing, alcohol consumption mentioned, drug consumption mentioned not detailed, smut so 18+ only, no minors, p in v, dirty talk, mild breeding kink, mentions of overstim, slight jealous bucky, all the sex is consensual, hollywood politics, are feather and bucky catching a break in this chapter? yes maybe? i think they are, also i want to put yelena and reader in one room so they can sort of this mess of their friendship i caused, whoops, i hope ya'll enjoy the chapter! more fluff at the end!

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 9k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Twelve|| Chapter Fourteen

HEADLINES:

Steve Rogers Spills The Beans On His and Author Y/N’s Relationship: ‘She’s Spoken For By Someone’

Who Has The Elusive Author Dated? A List Of Her Boyfriends and Here Is What They Have To Say About Her! Psst It’s Not All That Great (Oops!)

Sharon Carter Brings Attention To Herself and Brock Rumlow As They Shamelessly Flirt On Screen During His Interview on HYDRA’s News Hour

Dolores Is Bright And Early On ITIMYIMDO Set As Filming Commences Looks Like Rehab Did Her Good

The set is quiet as the scene with the programmed lights is set up. You watch in awe as they bring one of your favourite scenes written by you to life.

Bucky watches you, his eyes full of love and adoration at the way you admire the lights.

It was one of the chapters he had heavily annotated in your book.

Currently there weren’t people on set. Only Wanda was taking B roll footage of the lights alone. So he was standing closer to you. Basking in the way it felt to be around you. In front of people. The core team knew about the two of you.

Bucky had wanted to stop hiding away from being known as yours.

Sam had suggested slowly easing into it since the media could taint everything. A friendly hug here and a few public interactions there. A few planted interview questions that Bucky would genuinely answer and then the chance for the two of you to announce it to the world or allow people to keep speculating and be together privately.

“This was one of my favourite chapters.” Bucky walks over to you, the smile never leaving his face, eyes crinkled at the sides. Watching the way the light catches in your eyes makes them seem even brighter.

You look away from the lights to him. He stands close, smiling down at you. Your cheeks heat, recalling how that particular chapter went.

He was ready for his part as Rhys, bionic arm doffed for the scene. You admire the way he carries himself, your eyes linger over his shoulder.

“Doesn’t hurt, Feather.” He assures. You take a deep breath.

“It was your favourite?” You ask, trying to keep your voice even.

“Yes, I particularly enjoyed how you rectified their song’s memory and gave them the opportunity to dance to it amongst the other parts of the chapter.” He grabs your hand, the lights begin twinkling again.

He looks behind you for a moment, then music begins to play, Taylor Swift’s Daylight. You hear the door to set shut.

You’re pulled against him, your arms resting around his shoulders.

“Rhys and Doll have Stargazing, we have this song.” His blue eyes gleam in the light, you want to sink into them.

“James.” You laugh as he twirls the two of you, taking the lead on the dance. He says nothing, moving the two of you through the music and its tempo changes.

“I don’t want to look at anything else, now that I saw you.” He sings for you.

You cup his cheek, smiling at him, your heart bursting with love for him.

“I don’t want to think of anything else now that I thought of you.” He grins, twirling you outward and pulling you back to him. Arm now around your waist.

The lights get brighter and then slowly fade.

His smile doesn’t falter, being able to enjoy this moment with you wholeheartedly without worrying about you thinking adversely about his lost arm.

“I’ve been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night.” He presses his lips to your forehead.

“And now I see daylight.” He leans in, forehead touching yours.

“I only see daylight.” You sing to him.

His cheeks tinge pink, “And I can still see it all,”

“In my mind, all of you, all of me.” You giggle as you move closer. His hand moves to hold yours, “Intertwined,” He squeezes your hand.

“I once believed, love would be black and white.” He says not singing, “But it’s you.”

“You’re my golden daylight, Feather.”

The song keeps playing, you stare up at him. The set faded away. His hand leaves your hand after placing it on his shoulder.

Then he grasps your waist, slowly moving up to the back of your neck, gently his thumb strokes the skin of your jaw.

You sigh, eyes closing as he leans in closer, your head tilted back and pulled closer. His lips brush against yours, once, twice. Bucky sighs contentment filling him when he feels your lips against his own.

Your fingers grasping his shirt, hand cupping his jaw. Bucky marvels at the way your tenderness with him seeps into everything you do, the way your lips move against his, the way you’re able to show your love to him just by your touch alone.

He almost, almost feels bad for keeping what he’s up to from you. In due time you would know.

The kiss parts, your cheeks heat as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck shyly. You can feel the rumble of his soft laughter followed by the kiss to your forehead.

The song ended a while ago, yet the two of you do not part. Murmurs gain volume outside. You sigh, Bucky squeezes you close to him before the two of you step away at the same time.

The doors of the set open, you stare up at the lights again.

“Only actors on set.” Natasha orders, you give Bucky another smile before walking towards the producer’s area.

Maria gives you a smile and Nick acknowledges you with a nod.

Wanda moves over to Nat, showing her the B roll footage. You look down at your phone. Once filming commences you would slip to the producer corner and write the pending chapters. The three week deadline is now nearing two weeks.

Bucky catches your gaze when Dolores walks in on set, somewhat on time. The crew moves to put the finishing touches on the set.

Natasha calls for positions, the music track begins, this time it’s Rhys and Doll’s song.

Dolores moves through the scene, you watch Bucky only, the way he moulds himself into Rhys. Bringing him to life, it’s spectacular how it all occurs.

The laughter he causes with his goofy dancing around. You have to will yourself not to make a louder sound.

Maria beats you to it and Natasha has to yell, “Cut.”

Bucky laughs as well, cheeks flushed.

The scene is reset building up to the next part.

Dolores begins messing up her lines, the little bottle in her hand between takes isn’t water, everyone knows.

As the set is then made to be a closed one for the sex scene. Only the core team on board. She’s slurring her words and stumbling as she moves to wrap her hands around Bucky.

He shifts off the set lines looking at Natasha. Her lips press into a thin line.

“Dolores, you cannot be drinking.” Natasha says very calmly.

“You shut the fuck up and film, I’m going to have sex with this ex of mine. Not the first time post breaking up is it?” She blows a kiss to Bucky.

“I’m not shooting this scene with you or rather any intimate scenes with you if you’re not sober.” He warns her.

“I agree.” Natasha shakes her head at the actress.

Dolores turns to look at you with narrowed eyes, “Tell him to shoot it.”

“I am not forcing anyone—,”

“I’ll tell Alexander.” She sing-songs, eyes glassy as she smirks when you still. She knew.

“Dolores.” Bucky steps towards her, “I am not comfortable with you being drunk and filming scenes like this—,”

“Oh hush. Producers can make us do anything can’t they? Go on vote for the scene to continue, Executive Producer Y/N.” Dolores giggles, then her eyes move to Natasha.

“Aw, did you want a say?” She coos at the director.

“Isn’t my call, apparently.” Natasha shrugs the remaining crew then turns to you and Maria. Nick had stepped out not wanting to intrude on the scene.

“We aren’t filming unless Dolores is sober for all scenes.” You look at all of them then Maria.

“Agreed.” She declares.

“Alright then,” Natasha says, “We set up for the scene with Loki and Bucky facetiming. Scene 73. Dolores get yourself sobered up.”

Dolores sneers, then turns to you, in a moment she’s in front of you.

Bucky begins moving towards the two of you. He steps gaining momentum as he realises what is about to happen.

Her hand is raised, “You little bitch!” She yells, her hand coming down towards your face.

Your stupor breaks and you shuffle to the side to avoid being hit.

Her hand swerves across thin air, as you keep yourself backed away against the wall.

Bucky and Natasha move towards you. Worry on their faces; Maria raises her walkie-talkie calling in security.

“I’m going to make Alex—Alexander, ruin, ruin you!” She warns as her assistant and security hold her and escort her outside.

You stay backed against the wall.

“I am going to conduct a full security check of all electronic devices. If even a peep of this goes out. Hell fire will rain down upon each person.” Maria declares, looking at the scarce crew on set.

Everyone nods, Natasha moves towards you then stops herself. Bucky trudges on forward.

“Feather,” He’s about to reach to cup your face with his palm.

You shift away from him. There is an echo in your mind of the stinging slaps you endured.

His palm remains frozen in air, eyes wide, “Feather?”

No. No. No. No. No. You want to wail. They can’t have taken your source of comfort from you, “I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologise.” He stays away, not moving close.

“I’m sorry.” Your hand reaches for his, intertwining your fingers.

“Bucky.” You both look at Maria, the set now emptied out, “Take her out, back to your trailer, I’ll send the interns with fresh call times.”

Bucky nods, looking at you. You nod. Thanking her, the two of you make your way to his trailer.

Sam and Yelena are pacing, they only pause when they see the two of you enter. Word spread fast because Dolores couldn’t stop screaming about the entire ordeal.

Bucky phad his arm around you. Over the walk from the set, you had begun to cling onto him more. Needing him closer.

“Do you want to don your arm?” Sam questions, Bucky looks down at you. You begin to pull away, Bucky’s grip on you tightens.

“Later.” He says, leading you to the couch.

Yelena regards you, the previous week’s ordeal with her being cold towards you and your explanation. The two of you hadn’t spoken on a personal level. You did miss her. Missed stopping by her office unannounced and working on your writing while she worked.

The friendship had meant more to you.

Maybe it wasn’t the same to her. You had to make your peace with it.

She watches you rest your head on Bucky’s chest. Tucked against him, she knows you feel protected.

There is knocking against the door.

“It’s Ace.”

“And Loki.”

Sam moves to the door, Ace comes bounding up the steps. Their eyes worriedly glance over you both.

“Y/N?” They call out, you give a small wave.

“I’m okay.” You assure.

Loki meets Bucky’s eyes, the latter nods. The former’s lips press into a thin line. He directs his worry towards you.

“Hi Loki.” You greet, he morphs his worry into a small smile.

“Do you need anything?” He questions, you shake your head.

“I’m so annoyed by her. How is it that she ruins day one back to filming?” Ace complains.

“I think we should give them space and not discuss this anymore.” Yelena pipes up, leaning against the counter, arms crossed.

Ace looks at Yelena, their jaw set.

“Right, because talking about things is not a great thing?” They roll their eyes.

Yelena looks at you, your brows are furrowed at Ace.

“I’m just saying talking it out is better than bottling things up.” They explain.

“Um, I’d rather not, Dolores’ thing doesn’t have me shaken up. I just was reminded of something else.” You feel Bucky’s lips press to your forehead. Grounding you yet again.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He murmurs.

You respond by placing a kiss on his jaw. Loki exchanges a glance with Sam. His face still conveys his worry.

Your phone beeps, you groan recognising the alarm.

“What's that?” Loki questions, you retrive the damn device snoozing the alarm.

“Alarm to write. Submission date got preponed so I’ve set random alarms to at least write something when it blares, even if it's shit.” You explain.

“That isn’t your process.” Yelena frowns, not liking that you’ve been taxing yourself.

“It’s the process of writing for this deadline.” You shrug.

Bucky chuckles, “I woke up the other night for water and she was tucked against me with her phone in her hand typing away. Three am and she’s writing.”

You laugh, “Yeah I’m hoping to finish by this week somehow since I want a week to edit after Yelena reviews.”

“Y/N, that's not how you’ve written before.” She says again, you look at her.

“I know but it's how I’m writing now. Deadlines worked with the blog.”

“That was one chapter a week.” She taps the palm of her left hand with the back of her right.

“Y/N you did get burned out on the blog too.” Ace adds remembering the apologetic posts about being on terrible blocks rendering you incapable of writing.

“Thank you!” Yelena scoffs at your reasoning.

You shift, Bucky still keeps his arm around you.

“And what? I’m dividing the remaining chapters the same way. I won’t get burnt out.” You assure. You couldn’t afford to get burnt out, well you were banking on it.

Bucky looks at Sam and Loki, then Ace and Yelena. The two of them don’t buy it, having seen you write for far longer than him.

“Feather…”

“I’m fine, honestly.” You defend too quickly. None of them buy it.

“I’m going to speak to Hydrangeas—HYDRA. They will have to move it—,”

“No, you won't, you've already exhausted the reasons and it has already been a week. I just have the last ten to go.” You don’t tell them your actual plan, only once it would get into the step back you would tell them.

Andy and Matt already knew and you hoped they would not blabber. They were the ones who found and confirmed the loophole for you. You felt bad keeping it from them but it had to be this way.

“If this is about what I said—,”

“No it isn’t.” You cut Yelena off yet again, “I have been neglecting my writing, it's another book that needs to be done. Then I can relax and focus on other projects. It’s already had enough leaks.”

“What if you hit a writer’s block?” She presses again.

Bucky squeezes your arm gently.

“I’ll write through it.” You grit, what was with the sudden concern? She had made it clear she was done.

“Right because that's what produced your best content in the past. It was unreadable.” Yelena quips.

You stand still holding Bucky’s hand. He squeezes it.

“Feather.” He says in warning, requesting you to stay calm.

“I need to call my mom up. She should be done with the first leg of her treatment.” You let go of Bucky’s hand.

Turning to press a kiss to his cheek, “I just,” you whisper to him.

“I know, go, I’ll be out in a minute.” He whispers back.

You leave the trailer, leaving everyone to look at each other in silence.

“She’s up to something.” Yelena says, Bucky’s eyes snap to her.

“Did you have to say that? She’s trying hard enough as it is, with everything else.” He moves to go towards the closet where his arm is placed. The scene with Loki would require him to doff it again, but he needed it right now.

“Oh, you’re a knight in shining armour now is it?” She sneers.

Sam moves ahead to help, “Buck.” He warns.

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek, a storm brewing in his gaze.

“No, I am not, but I know well enough to reserve my responses. Do you know what happened after she left BW?” Bucky keeps his eyes locked on Yelena, his sleeve folded back exposing the mounting plate.

Yelena clenches her jaw, waiting for him to continue.

Bucky grabs the bionic arm, lining it up. Sam moves back knowing he needs room to move it around.

The familiar click locks the arm into place, it whirs before a circumduction occurs.

“Hayden had to bring her to me, she had a panic attack right from your parking lot to my gym. Do you remember the time? It took her an hour to come to me. An hour she doesn’t remember because she couldn’t breathe because she was under a lot of duress because her best friend wouldn’t listen. You haven’t even apologised for presuming the worst from her. Natasha doesn’t know the bullshit you, however, do.” Bucky’s vibranium fingers flex then extend.

“She’s lost enough Lena. Don’t you think she deserves some slack being cut? Or did you want to know how Dolores threatened her on set?” He scoffs. He walks out as well in search of you, finding you behind the trailers, a familiar spot for several of the actors for some alone time.

You’re on the phone as he approaches. Offering him a smile and he pulls you into a tight hug.

After the ordeal in Bucky’s trailer things with Yelena didn’t change, she only spoke when it was all work related.

The Lit Fest was coming up, the publishing house wanted Steve and you to fuel the dating fire again. Neither you nor Steve were interested in that aspect.

In fact Angel had the idea to have Steve say you were already spoken for in a podcast he was on, which had sent everyone into a frenzy.

Speculation wouldn’t stop. You were honestly tired of it. How celebrities went through this day in and out, you couldn’t fathom.

Bucky had taken it upon himself to stop you from getting too lost into writing. Impromptu date nights at Winnie’s. If your mom couldn’t sleep she would make you watch the TV shows on your laptop only, with her. Bucky and her were in cahoots, you were sure of it.

They pretend not to hear you when you accuse them of their little plan. Solving the puzzle and laughing amongst themselves. You roll your eyes at them before joining in on completing the 500 piece puzzle.

It was as if he was trying to actively prevent burn out for you. You appreciated it, the breaks he would provide would be a saviour.

The only time you were writing uninterrupted was during filming stretches. Sitting in the producer area behind Natasha and Maria, the latter taking your spot with the director now.

You missed it all - the making jokes, noting things down and bouncing ideas off of each other. You tried to not let it get to you. You welcomed it, given how your writing was becoming the primary focus, the longer hours helped you focus better.

Your head buried in your phone, typing away quietly on the phone screen. Four chapters were left. The book was probably on some kind of kick. Even in your worst writing you felt the story was good. Which wasn’t helping your loophole.

You knew how the book would end, writing towards it made it easier. HYDRA was hoping to announce the fourth book’s title during the fest. You had asked for Yelena's opinion but she just shrugged.

Laughter pulls you out of your thoughts. Your gaze moves to Steve, Loki and Bucky joking around off set. Their dynamic had shifted.

The hostility between the three is almost gone. Loki had confided that he still had doubts up on Steve, which was understandable. Bucky’s confided words ring in your mind.

Three Days Ago.

“I’m worried. It’s so easy to play a character, put on an act. Fake a friendship. Fake a fight. Things get ugly. They did between Steve and I. I know right now they seem sort of good but…” He sighs as he trails off, his head resting on your abdomen. Laying between your legs, the fingers of your right hand running through his hair as his left hand caresses your forearm.

“It is hard to trust anyone let alone a lost then found friendship.” You smile as he looks up at you.

“Would I stupid to trust him again? I miss him, I feel Loki would feel offended too.” Bucky doesn’t understand why all this seems so trivial amongst everything else ongoing in your lives.

It ate away at him how he felt he wasn’t being a good friend.

“James, you’re reconnecting with a lost friend. Reminiscing over memories and lost time. You won’t lose a friend because you gained another. It may feel like that because maybe it happened that way with Loki. You found your best friend in him after Steve.”

“I’m grateful for Loki. I really am, I miss that mischief maker, the together shoot schedules now have made it better. I just… I miss Steve too. We went through so much.” He brings your hand towards his lips kissing it, azure eyes move away from you.

“I know, why don’t you talk to Loki? You guys haven’t spoken about anything other than the mess, he probably misses you too. You can speak to him about your turmoil with Steve and your reblooming friendship. He’s a smart and mature guy. I'm sure he won’t be as harsh as you may be fearing.” Your advice has him hum.

“You wouldn’t be stupid to trust him. You both know the truth now. It doesn’t excuse his behaviour at all, just explains it. You were hurting,” Your hand brushes over where the metal arm meets his body, “Some nights I know you still are, it's okay, it's okay to be cautious, to be wary. It’s okay to choose to trust him again. You can speak to him about your fears too.”

Bucky shifts, turning to face you, moving up. He’s holding himself up with one arm. His left hand moves to cup your cheek, stroking the skin.

“I love you.” He whispers, a smile on his face, “I can’t imagine my life without you. Don’t know how I went by without you for this long.” Your skin heats, it makes him grin wider. “Probably without paying the girlfriend stealing clothes tax.” He beams again. Smug asshole.

“I love you too. I think you were missing a piece and now it all makes sense.” You laugh at your cheesy line,

“Also I think you love me wearing your clothes.” You giggle when he bites his lip, eyes moving to the old jumper you’ve stolen (borrowed).

Bucky has your laughter quelled by his lips on yours, you sink in with him.

When Bucky allows you to pull away from him, you’re breathing hard. Hips flush against yours, a leg wrapped around his hips. You whimper as he grinds against you.

Things had gotten better for you, random touches weren’t anxiety inducing. Both of you had begun to explore more of each other. Seeking out now without fearing shutting down.

“James–,” You preen, he repeats the movement but harder, “B-baby.” your voice a rasp. He groans, nipping at your bottom lip.

“I want to show you off, I want to tell the world your mine. Fucking tired of keeping us under wraps.” He urges, nudging your jaw with his nose, your head tilts, allowing his lips to move along your neck.

He marks the skin of your shoulder, your legs wrap around him.

“Need you, James.” Your whimper has him lose his mind.

Carefully crafted control being lost, unravelled by you. He loved it when you used his name. It urged him on, wanting to cause you to spill it from your soft lips again and again.

“You’re so beautiful, Feather.” He groans when your hips arch seeking him, pleading him.

“J-James.”

He meets the plea of his name with a plea of yours. Your fingers tug on his t-shirt. Breaking away it is discarded to the floor, your top follows its path. The way his warm mouth causes goosebumps across your skin.

Lips wrap around your nipple, hardening the nub. He bites down lightly making you cry out. Your fingers tangled with his hair. Soft moans and gasps filling his living room.

Bucky looks at you, admiring the way his placed lovebites begin to darken and bloom across your skin. Tongue licking the underside of your breasts and then blowing over the heated skin.

Your jeans come off next.

He stares at the soaked panties, drinking in the magnificent sight before him, “All this for me, Feather?”

Thumbs massaging your thighs, you can only whimper in confirmation. Your hands trace over his body, lips seeking his skin.

Bucky senses your hesitation when you don’t nip at his flesh or claim it.

“Mark me as yours, Feather. Make me yours, only yours.” His words accompany him locking your limbs with his, hands wrap around your back, yours around his shoulders. He falls back, effortlessly you’re now above him.

Straddling him, the material of his jeans straining against him and rubbing over you. You watch him, sensing for any hesitation.

“Baby, if you don’t let me know how your written male characters feel, being marked by their girls. I will be very upset.” He cups your face, seriousness lacing every word.

“You do know how they claim their men.” You tease, hands moving over him as your lips finally follow. You suck at his skin. Marking him and moaning at the way his skin tastes.

“I’m going to make every fantasy of yours come true. And more, I have to give you inspiration don’t I?” His teasing cuts off into a loud moan when the tip of your tongue swirls around his nipple before you bite down, tugging before repeating the action.

“You’re my muse, James. Have been for so long.” Your admission is met by a whimper, “I may have had a version of you in my mind, but you?” You trail kisses down his abdomen, then back up.

“You’re beautiful, kind, funny, so absolutely stunning, You... You’re everything to me. You surpass every thought I’d ever had about you. Every creative thought put to shame compared to you.” You place kisses along the scars of his shoulder.

“Feather.” He pleads, the way you’re doting on him.

“Yes, my muse?” you chuckle at his eagerness. He feels himself grow harder.

“Fuck, why is that so hot?” He lets out a breathless laugh.

“Where do you want my mouth, my muse?” You watch the way the flush spreads over his chest, his cheeks, and he meets your eyes. Just a thin ring of blue.

“On mine,” He answers and you bring your lips back to his own. Bucky’s hands and yours sloppily get rid of his jeans and boxers. He cups your ass, the fabric of your panties twists in his vibranium hand and tears.

You gasp into the kiss, the vein of his cock pressed against you. Being coated in your arousal. The feeling is erotic. Your walls clench in anticipation, clit pulsing with need.

“Feather, I want to take my time, but,” He groans as you shift over him, coating his length as you grind on his cock.

“Don’t, James, please just, want to think of nothing but you, want to feel nothing but you. Please, my muse.”

The deep timber of his moan only fuels the fire of your need. Hands grip your waist, you lift yourself, his cock now in your hand as you help him in guiding you over him.

Slowly he helps you sink down on him. You close your eyes as the stretch stings.

“So good Feather, oh baby you feel that? The way you stretch so pretty around me?” Bucky groans, lifting you back up then having you sink down further.

Despite the stretch the pleasure begins taking over as Bucky guides you to ride him. Your hands on his chest, right below his collar bones. Nails digging in as you increase your pace and alter between grinding on him.

Bucky’s kiss bitten lips are parted, sweat slicked skin and an ethereal glow. Thin azure watches you drinking you in, the way you are a goddess above him. Oh he would worship you. He will.

The coil tightens in your belly when Bucky’s thumb begins to circle your clit, your nails rake down his chest. You want him to cum with you. Bucky wants you to make a mess on him first.

“Lean over, Feather.” You follow what he says, his stubble grazes your breasts, mouth then finding your nipples and then sucking on them. Your walls squeeze his cock.

“Oh you fucking love that don’t you?”

You only give a high pitched keen as he does it again.

“James— close–,” You moan again at the way he’s causing you to unravel for him.

“You want to know something, Feather?” He says out of breath, fuck he wouldn’t last long with the way you’re wrapped around him. Your walls are spasming, aching to milk him for everything he has to give you.

“Bucky–,” Your head is thrown back at a deeper thrust against a spot, “James–,” You’re calling to him, needing him to ground you. To lift you up. Need him. Your hands move to his shoulders.

“Feather,” Bucky seeks you out before the white hot pleasure begins to take over. He loves how his names are a moulded prayer from your lips, you’re ethereal. He watches the droplet of sweat roll down your body, between the valley of your breasts. He reaches up, tongue capturing the droplet, tracing its path to your throat.

You respond with a moan, everything is just him, touch, sight, scent, taste.

“You’re my muse, baby.” He says the words and you moan louder, the coil snapping as your back arches.

“You’re my muse.” He repeats as your hand intertwines with his, your lips reaching for his, your walls spasm tightening around him. Bucky’s moans are a prayer to you right onto your tongue.

You take him so well, as he fills you up. The primal part of him is loving how you sink down deeper. Aftershocks run through you and him. Panting filling the room. The kiss broke apart. Bucky sits up slowly, still inside you.

“James.” You cry out for him.

“Shh, shh, I got you, I’ve got you.” His hand soothes your hair, he manoeuvres the two of you to lay sideways on the large sectional. Still connected to you.

Your skin is thrumming with Bucky all over you. Kisses, praises, soothing touches. This wasn’t physically exhausting. The emotional aspect taking the two of you under.

You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, your fingers rubbing soft circles through his hair.

“I love you.” You rasp. He kisses your head.

“I love you.” He places another kiss.

“You are my muse.” He repeats, your walls clench around him.

“I–,”

“If you try to dispute my declaration I will be very angry.” Bucky warns, a light spank to your asscheek.

“I wasn’t–,”

“Feather.”

“Fine. Maybe. I won’t now okay? I believe you.”

“Good girl.” He says then moans feeling you clench around him, “Fuck.”

“Sorry,” You bite his collarbone playfully, “I have a lot of um, kinks.”

“So do I, we’re facilitating one of them.” He squeezes your side.

“Breeding?” You’re answered with a twitch of his cock and a light thrust.

“We have a lot to discover, Feather. Your blog had quite a bit of insight.” He teases.

“Oh god, what did you read?” You’re never looking at him again.

“Kinktober was fun to read.” He giggles, actually fucking giggles.

“James.” You whine.

“Overstimulation is something I want to explore. Didn’t like how you wrote it with Steve’s character.”

“Hey, Ari is a six foot four bear, we love him.” You defend, looking up at him.

He rolls his eyes, “I’m more cuddly than Steve.”

“Not more than Ari.” You tease, loving how it was riling him up.

“We’re trying overstimulation now. I need you to forget everything but me.” He narrows his eyes, fingers tweaking your nipple in warning.

“James.” You warn.

“Sit on my face?” He counters, “Wanna know how you taste marked as mine.”

“Insatiable.” You kiss his jaw.

“Only for you.” He says, smiling and kissing your forehead.

Present.

Bucky looks up at you from their corner, sending a beaming smile your way. Pulling you out of your thoughts, you shift in your seat. Your thoughts had gone to the smuttier side.

Your boyfriend raises a brow, you have a look on your face. One he recognises and then he smirks cockily.

You look back down at your phone, avoiding his darkeing gaze and the way your cheeks heat you might just start a fire.

From: Yelena Belova

-Forwarded from HYDRA Publications-

Dear Ms. Y/L/N,

This email is in regards to your attendance to the literary festival. We would like to inform you that your upcoming release shall be announced at the fest before your signing and interaction time.

We hope to have your manuscript reach us at the earliest.

Ecstatic to work with you as always.

Best Regards,

Gideon Malick

Editor In Chief

HYDRA Publications

-End of Forward-

Y/N,

I hope you have the last few chapters only remaining.

-Yelena

You reply to the email, attaching the completed chapters file, password protecting it.

From Y/N:

Hey Yelena,

Thanks for letting me know, I have about 4 chapters to go well, 2 and a half.

Should have it reach you by this weekend, sending you chapters one through twenty six.

Thanks,

Y/N.

“Y/N?” You look up and Ace is standing in front of you.

“Hey.” You smile at them.

“Hey, could you run lines with me? It's for the scene where they have to pack in stealth mode and are having banter.”

Your eyes move to Natasha, she’s talking to Maria.

“I cleared it with Natasha.” They add, you nod. Putting your phone away then following Ace onto set.

The suitcase is placed in the centre clothes strewn across the floor.

Bucky, Steve and Loki pause what they are doing. Choosing to watch the scene instead.

“So the whole finding appropriate clothes and all I want to pack for you are skimpy clothes.” Ace laughs holding a piece of lingerie up.

You laugh, “When I wrote that I didn’t realise it would ever be in a movie.”

Bucky smiles seeing you from afar.

“Damn you’re in love.” Steve comments, voice low.

“How can he not be?” Loki adds.

“I want forever with her.” Bucky blurts before his eyes widen.

Loki grins, grabbing him by the shoulders, “I call dibs on best man.”

Steve gives a knowing smile, “So you found her then?”

Loki pauses as Steve’s words register.

“Wait, you were serious about leaving the industry?” Loki whispers, they watch Wanda sneakily filming the scenes of Ace and you laughing and behaving as though bantering best of friends.

“She’s a natural.” Steve comments.

“She is, we haven’t told her yet.” Bucky reminds.

“No wait, Bucky.” Loki blinks several times.

“I will. I meant what I said, plus I’ve earned enough to keep my family and well future family happy and invested well enough for security. I was always going to leave acting once I found my ‘the one’.” He smiles at his best friend.

Loki looks towards you once again, then back at his best friend,“I believe wholeheartedly you both are going to be very happy.” He says making Bucky beam brightly.

Steve pats Bucky’s shoulder, “Happy for you buddy.”

Dolores walks in and you move towards where the three are standing. The men all have beaming smiles. Loki and Steve are looking at you with almost glassy eyes.

“Uh?” You look at them then at Bucky.

“They’re just emotional over the script.” He explains, raising his hand to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His touch lingers, you lean into his fingertips.

“My heart.” Loki says, you look at him with your nose scrunched in confusion.

“Why do you sound like me when I gush over book couples?” You ask, Steve laughs, little did you know.

Loki just envelopes you in a hug. Your arms wrap around him, “You okay buddy?”

“I’m just simply happy to have you in my life.” He says, your heart warms.

“I’m happy you’re in my life too, Lokes.”

Natasha calls everyone into their places and the lights are adjusted. Loki pulls away from the hug.

Bucky wraps his arm around you pulling you to his chest and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Placing a kiss to your skin. You bite your lip to not giggle.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.” You whisper.

“Action!” Natasha’s voice has all of you turn and watch the scene acted out as you had moments before.

Two days later your last page of the manuscript reads ‘The End’ in a cursive font. You pulled all nighters while Bucky had to go out of state for a photoshoot and interview. His flight would be landing in the morning. You were aching to have him back in your arms.

Emailing the ‘as much as you could edit’ manuscript to Yelena you sigh, then decide on sending the file to Bucky as well. You close your laptop lid very happily. The book was the trainwreck you wanted it to be. Alpine curls up on your stomach the warmth from your laptop having your clothes heated just right for her. Her chirps of protest when you try to move have you sit that way for fifteen minutes before she looks up at you with her little cute blue eyes.

Your mom’s asleep as you hold Alpine and move around checking everything and securing the door. Deciding on a snack you head back to the couch. Alpine’s liquid treat emptied into her bowl. The TV is showing some home improvement show to fill in the silence. You watch it for a few minutes till your snack is done.

Alpine curls near your feet, checking the time it’s four a.m.. Slowly sleep begins to pull at you. Exhaustion crashing in, you decide to sleep on the small sofa in your mom’s room. As the caffeine wears off, you want to be within hearing distance of her.

Incessant knocking opens pulls you out of your dancing along the edge of sleep. You blink thinking it is your imagination, your phone tells you it's just four fifteen. The knocking comes in again. You grab your phone, and the baseball bat from behind the coat rack.

911 is pressed ready to be called, you check the peephole.

“Fucking hell?” You want to go back to sleep. You can’t with this shit. Were you dreaming?

“Open up.” The visitor urges, knocking again.

Alpine hisses, her tail puffed up. Ears twitching. You undo the bolts and allow the hood clad figure to slip in, she pushes her hood down. Red hair falling out of the ponytail.

Alpine hisses again at Dolores.

“Oh please, I didn’t like you either.” She mumbles to the cat.

“Don’t talk to her like that.” You warn.

“Fine, now, listen. I think we can help each other.” She says grinning, opening a small bottle of liquor.

“Uh… Do you need to always keep drinking?” You ask, wondering how deep of an issue it is for Dolores.

“Thank fuck it’s just alcohol and not drugs, those would make me age horribly. Never do drugs, recreational weed is okay.” Dolores sits on the couch. You blink at her, then down at Alpine who still glares at Dolores.

“She never approved of me for her dad.” Dolores narrows her eyes at the furball that you adore.

“Okay, can you get to the point? Why are you here at this godforsaken early hour?” You ask, watching as she downs the mini bottle without flinching at the taste.

“I want to take Alexander down.” She says casually.

“I don’t think I’m the right person–,”

“So four or five weeks ago, he didn’t call you under false pretences to a meeting and he doesn’t have compromising photos of you? Nor does he threaten you with those pictures and possibly pictures he has of other people you care about?” She raises a brow.

You remain quiet, “Keep your voice down, I don’t want my mother knowing any of this.”

Dot presses her index finger to her lips.

“Now, are you an illegal gal or legal gal? Your books scream morally grey but I think you’re real uptight in the real world aren’t you?” She giggles.

“Dolores.” You warn.

“Answer the question, little miss writer.” She urges, leaning forwards, her chin resting on her palm.

You swallow, what the fuck was going on?

“Why are you asking? Do you have multiple routes to go about this revenge plot of yours? Also why me? I’m not the apocalypse of his privileged life.” You cross your arms, the bat still in your hands.

Dolores shakes her head, “Nah, nah, baby girl. I’m the main attraction here, you’re going to be the first domino.”

“Dolores, I cannot help you–,”

“I was paired with Bucky once, for PR. About three or four years ago. He did the mistake most of us do, falling in love.” She retrieves another bottle from her purse.

“Dot… Would you prefer tea… or anything else?”

“Know what, get me coffee? Please, black no sugar?” She puts the bottle back.

You bring a mug and the brewed jar, pouring it for her. She waits for a moment then pours the vodka into it.

You stare at her blankly.

“As I was saying, Bucky fell in love. I wasn’t, I knew this industry well enough. Nepotism baby you must know this, so I knew falling in love was all surface level bullshit. Everyone cheats at some point. Not those two best friends though. Steve and Bucky, god what a pair.” She sighs then hums while taking a sip of coffee.

“Alexander had basically groomed me, earlier on, it was not ugly at that point he was careful. Just praises here and there. Promises of bright futures and fame. Then when I debuted it started, he was giving me drinks, drugs, and the photos. What man I’d pretend to date. While behind closed doors he’d dote on me, for the longest time I thought he loved me.” she stares at the dark liquid.

“When I was PR paired with Bucky, I was in love with Brock. He hates Alexander but tolerates him. Imagine your own uncle coerces you and has life ruining material on you.” She looks up at you.

“Brock is a victim too?” You can’t fathom, pouring yourself coffee in your empty water glass.

“Yes, he is. Bucky walked in on Brock and I. I won't lie, I slept with Bucky too. I had to keep him hooked. That man can act fucking well but when it comes to PR? It's like he cannot pretend.” She snorts out a laugh.

You wince, their PR sure had you fooled, the kisses, looks of longing, and dates. You shake your head, snapping out of it.

“So we had a public messy break up, I moved on with Brock. Then Alexander broke us up. He took away the one person I loved and the one person that loved me back.”

“I’m sorry that happened–,”

“I don’t want your pity.” She glares at you, “I want your help to expose him.”

“He has–,”

“I know what he has, I know how to bypass a lot of it. We’re sleeping together right now. How do you think he got convinced to take me back for your movie adaptation?” She rolls her eyes.

“Now you’re wondering ‘how can I trust Dot’?” She verbalises the burning question.

“Same way I trust anyone else.” You answer, she tilts her head curiously, “Hope for them not to fuck me over.” You smile at her.

“Damn do you ever stop writing?” She runs her fingers through her hair.

It’s your turn to laugh.

“Well, here is to two women who have been fucked over multiple times, trusting eachother not to fuck the other over.” She raises her cup, you raise your glass of coffee.

“Now, what can I do that will make your trust solidify further?” She requests, you purse your lips.

‘Anytime, any day, we’re available, just call the secure line.’ Scott magically produces a card.

“There are two people I want you to meet.” You open the contact on your phone.

“Nice socialising. Didn’t peg that for you.” She sips on her coffee.

The line rings twice, you hear the click.

“Y/N? Is everything okay? Are you in danger?” Scott asks, he sounds like he wasn’t sleeping.

“I’m not but I hope I didn’t wake you?” You wince remembering the still early time.

“No you didn’t, training starts early, what's up?” you hear a sizzle across the line. He was cooking.

“I have someone who is willing to aid our cause.” You look at Dot as she uses the remote to flip through the channels on mute.

“Is she represented by Murdock and Barber?” Scott asks, shit you forgot about that.

“She is,”

“Is she?” Scott catches the waiver of your voice.

“Scott, it's too early for me…” You huff.

“Call Murdock and Barber and then call me back, this line doesn’t keep call records.” He flips the pancakes with ease.

“Thank you.” you cut the call and immediately dial Andy’s number.

“Y/N?” Andy’s voice is full of concern.

“How is everyone awake?” You stare at your watch, were you doing something wrong?

“I was actually awake the whole night, is everything okay?” He questions, using his other phone to message Matt.

“I um, can you take on a client?” You ask, fiddling with your sleeve.

“Who is the client?” He questions, opening the contract draft.

“Dolores…” You say, there is silence on the other line.

“Why?” He questions.

“She wants to take down Alexander, she knows about my pictures… Scott said to have her signed before she’s called in…” you wince hearing his curse.

“You called Scott? Before either Matt or I?” He almost yells.

“It's.. I haven’t slept in two days, okay the book took out more than I expected, alright?” You reason.

Andy pinches the bridge of his nose, “I’m sending you a document, ask Dolores to sign every page. Then let me call Scott.”

“Okay, I’m sorry about the whole…”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll take care of it. Are you sure we can trust her?”

You stay silent.

“Answer yes or no.” He prompts.

“I’d be careful.” You respond.

“Alright, don’t tell her anything. Say all you know is your lawyers are finding a way.” He advises.

“Okay.”

“And Y/N?” Andy sighs, “Please tell them about your plan today.”

“I will, I’ve called them over to explain everything. Matt and you be there too okay?”

“We will.” He smiles then bids you goodbye.

You send over the signed documents by email to Andy. Dolores passes out on the triple seater, you curl up on the single seater sofa. Alpine curls up next to your head.

Sleep slowly finds you and for once your dreams show happy glimpses and Bucky is in all of them, right next to you. Stroking his thumb over your index finger, over his favourite tattoo.

You avoid Yelena’s scrutinising gaze and look at everyone else. Steve looks at his twin.

“You knew?” He asks, Andy nods.

“I found–,” Andy huffs as Matt elbows him in the ribs, “We found the loophole.” He corrects.

“Feather, are you sure about this?” Bucky looks up from the manuscript draft you had printed and given him. The book was difficult to read not because it was heavy on topics or anything but because it… it was… well. Bucky swallows the lump in his throat.

“This is utter garbage even for you.” Yelena says stealing his words, “Your bullshit at least was better!”

“It has to be rubbish, if you approve it and we send it very close to the dates they may send it for printing sooner.” You defend.

“It isn’t rubbish… it has good scenes but…” Bucky sighs, he hated to see what you were forced to do.

“There is no other way?” Yelena looks at the lawyers.

“If her sales tank and reviews tank below 2.5 stars for three months post release consecutively then they have to let her go from their roster.” Matt recounts.

“What if people still like it? Dedicated fans won’t stop.” Steve shakes his head, he knew from experience there were people who support every venture. Good or pathetic.

“If we leak the book the night before release. Multiple times, it would hurt physical sales.” You add, “Also no pre ordering, opening two weeks physical books only. We’re using their own clause against them.”

“So what, we're going to email everyone on your newsletter list the leaked copy?” Yelena takes a sip of her drink. She hums, it would help the cause to get you out.

“Yes, we’re going to orchestrate a hacking, the link will lead everyone to the full book instead of a snippet.” You explain.

“Why are you ruining your skill and talent?” Steve rubs a hand tiredly across his face, he turns to Bucky.

Bucky is still looking at you, “You do know this will even hurt your next book, you may be labelled irredeemable. You may not be signed to another publication house, you may not get deals. Have you thought about this?”

Your lips press into a thin line, eyes locked with stormy blues, “It's my only way out of HYDRA’s contract. I can’t have them, I can’t have him hold my work over my head amongst other things.”

“Her quality dwindling can be handled by calling it a difficult year.” Yelena says, Sam nods.

“It would prevent future losses. Even if she decides to go the indie author way.” Sam adds, then looks at Bucky.

“Talk to her.” Steve whispers. Bucky nods.

“Can we speak privately?” He looks at you.

“Yeah…” your nervous fidgeting begins,

Bucky grasps your hand as he makes his way over to you. Leading you to your room.

He closes the door, he takes a deep breath while rubbing circles onto your palms with his thumbs.

“James?” You ask, “Do you not agree?”

“I need to tell you something, I know we haven’t disclosed our relationship publicly, yet. We know how deep our feelings run. You know my fucked up past and yet you chose to see me as I am, I’m grateful that, I am grateful for you.” He pauses, vibranium palm cupping your cheek,

“You mean so much to me.”

“I know this might be too much too soon. However I had thought about it a long time ago. Way before the accident took my arm.” He sighs, gathering courage.

The palm he left, you rest right above his heart. His chest moves with each breath.

“Tell me, I’m here to listen.” You assure him, he gives you a small smile.

“I had decided a long time ago, I would leave filming when I found someone I saw my future with,” he allows you to absorb his words.

“Are you proposing?” You blurt, Bucky laughs.

“Not yet, Feather. You deserve a much, much better way and also I’d be on my knees.” He kisses your forehead.

“What I’m trying to say is, I see a future with you and I believe in a future with you. A future in which I can and will take care of you. No matter the repercussions of the decision you’ve taken, I’m going to be there for you.” He promises.

You understand now, “Thank you. I,” you want to tell him so much.

“Feather, you don’t have to say anything.” He strokes your cheek.

“Winnie’s at sunset, I’ll say yes.” Is what you choose to say to him.

Bucky’s brows furrow then his eyes widen, lips parted followed by a megawatt smile gracing his features. You giggle.

Bucky lifts you up, your legs wrap around his waist. His lips on yours, laughter slipping in between, Bucky leads you to your bed, walking backwards.

He sits down, with you straddling his hips, knees on either side of him. He peppers your face with kisses. Amongst your happy laughter and his, the moment wraps around the two of you.

Bucky cups your face, the kisses shared now slow and languid, so full of love.

“I don’t know how you knew I’d propose to you only at Winnie’s.” He chuckles, your fingers running through his hair.

“After seeing that view, I don’t think anywhere else compares honestly.” You kiss his jaw.

Bucky can’t stop smiling nor can you, hearts so very happy and full.

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A.N.: its about time feather and bucky like did it, also what are you guys thinking about Dolores' change of heart???? Also i wanna apologise for delaying the update, i had a nasty comment come in on one of my one shots and that derailed me as i was writing this chapter. anyways i have decided that im not going to let rude people get me down,

also i will be travelling next saturday for two weeks so i will queue the update, so if you don't want to miss it let me tag you because i won't be able to attach the link to this update or the masterlist for atleast six days

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