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chaptersleftunwritten · 4 months ago

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Down on all fours

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Blurb: After you unwillingly come clean about your undying love for Eddie Munson, your life is swept into a whirlwind of deceit, lust, confusion and regret… and glitter that Eddie can’t seem to shake from his pockets.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington x Chrissy Cunningham

Warnings: 18+, slight angst (?), alcohol consumption, reader referred to as girl, cheating/unfaithfulness, drugs mentioned (weed), mentions of blood, depictions of violence, cursing, bodily insecurity, implied sexual themes. Character are 20+ and in a college setting!

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The movie theatre would never be the same anymore— not to you. Not since that day. A place once associated with joy and child like wonder, where you watched your beloved characters come to life on the big screen and where you could laugh openly, unattractively and purely with your friends.

Tainted. Forever changed.

But not forgotten. Never forgotten.

The memories have been eating you alive, feasting on your insecurity and your shame. Despite the look of fearful regret on Eddie’s face, you still thought about him.

Day and night— morning and noon. Before you slept and before you awoke each morning. He even infiltrated your dreams. Dreams are meant to be sacred, private affairs and yet, Eddie Munson still ruled them like the King of all of your desires. His ring clad fingers were still clutching onto your heart— squeezing and loosening his grip around the vital organ as he saw fit. He had the upper hand; the control.

He always did. He always has.

You couldn’t bring yourself to face them— any of them. Not Steve, not Robin, not Chrissy and especially not Eddie. It was peculiar, the addictive need to see Eddie no matter the cost— no matter the humiliation. It out weighed every sane thought you had.

You would steal glances at him from across a room, hiding in plain sight. Desperate for the shadows to claim you as their own; for the walls to hug you back. You felt other worldly, as if your soul was floating outside of your body and you had no rational feeling. No say. No voice.

Confessions should be freeing; but you have never felt so trapped. Chained. Soul tied.

Love conquers all, but love also might just conquer you.

It’s mid-week, and although college parties always attract unwanted attention you could never have prepared to see this many people crashing your family home. Precious photos were knocked over, the smashed glass from the frames line the top of shelves and cabinets- glittering them in a forbidden pixie dust.

Your bedroom has been occupied by a couple you didn’t recognise and if it weren’t for the pleasant buzz of alcohol coursing through your blood you most certainly would have screamed at them to leave. The sicker parts of you were envious of their engagement. Their human closeness and connection.

Why couldn’t you have that? Didn’t you deserve that?

So instead of blowing your top, you roll your eyes and scoff before slamming the familiar door obnoxiously loud and coke to nest at the bottom of the staircase; the wood is hard and cold against your bare thighs which causes you to pay some uncomfortable attention to your outfit. Sparkly, twinkly and stupid.

Your heart sinks to the abysmal pit at the bottom of your stomach at the realisation that nobody here really knows what this party is for. Who it is for.

Your birthday streamers that once decorated the walls proudly have become unpinned from the concrete, cascading down the wall in a massive spiral and hiding the message written on the plastic.

Happy birthday!

Not a single person had uttered those words to you the whole night. Even on a day where you were meant- born to be celebrated, you have been forgotten. A bystander in your own life. An observer in a theatrical play written for you. About you.

And the humour of it all?

You were used to it now.

Nothing could break your heart; because it was already in pieces.

Shreds. Splinters. Fragments. Puzzle pieces never to be solved or mended again. A heart shaped hole stamped into your chest where someone once lived.

Cobwebs inhabit the vacant crevasse, dust gathering on the sensitive walls. The sensitive walls that have hardened into a volcanic crust.

The only thing left behind in your impenetrable fortress? A single crumpled envelope with Eddie’s name written on it in cursive. The ‘i’ in his name punctuated with a loveheart.

He was the only tenant you wanted living there. And in reality, he should have been evicted a long time ago.

But nobody said love was easy. Nobody warned you that it would be this hard, though, either.

Was love supposed to make you this low? Was it supposed to make you find your bearings at the bottom of a red fizzing cup? The carbonated bubbles in your drink seemed to be your only friend tonight.

Would it really be your birthday if you didn’t cry at least once? Or twice… or thrice.

“Hey! Does anyone have any weed?” Your quiet attempt at a yell comes out of your mouth in the form of a drunken hiccup and you are debating the possibility that you may have stood up too fast, “Anyone? No?” Frustrated you pinch the bridge of your nose as you sigh loudly into your hand, your ears met by silence from your peers.

“I might.” You can hear a comedic tweak in his voice and you swear you can feel part of you die on the inside.

“Steve,” You say through clenched teeth, forcing a smile, “I didn’t know you smoked?” You also weren’t aware that he would be here— but you can’t deny the attention that this party is demanding from the neighbourhood. You are partly surprised that the police haven’t been called yet, but your neighbours aren’t known to be snitches.

“I don’t usually,” he shrugs dismissively, “I didn’t know you were throwing a party? Thankfully word travels fast in this town, huh?” His elbow gently nudges into your arm playfully, “There’s no better time for me to give you this.” He hands you a small box that has been wrapped all too perfectly in a sage green wrapping paper; brought together with a pretty black tulle bow. For a moment you are totally stunned, eyes inflated as you gawk down at the gift in your slightly shaky hands.

“You…” you search for the words, lost in his kindness and when you finally gather enough courage to meet his sweet brown eyes you nearly drown in their depths, “You got me a gift?”

He flashes you one of his signature Steve smiles and your drunk brain can’t seem to comprehend if this is a joke of not.

“Of course I did? You’re one of my best friends!” His voice is a happy chime as he ruffles his fingers through his chestnut gelled hair, offering the stiff strands some movement. You notice his pupils flicking between your face and the present in your hands, one of his eyebrows raise with subtle confusion, “Aren’t you going to open it?”

“Yeah- yes! Yes, of course!” You set your empty cup down on a nearby table before your nimble fingers come to wrestle with the sticky tape, painted fingernails clawing like an animal to get to the goods inside. There is a nervousness that comes with the unwrapping of the gift and you don’t quite understand why. The moment feels significant… special. You finally feel somewhat special tonight.

Eagerly, Steve keeps his warm amber eyes trained on you. A soft, dreamy smile itching at his lips as he awaits your approval. You and Steve had been friends for such a long time, you even opened your college acceptance letters together in his family dining room with his parents. He had always been there for you, through everything. One of your best friends— possibly your only friend.

“I haven’t seen you around in a while— how have you been?” His voice is laced with genuine concern but all you can do is ogle at what is displayed in front of you. A shiny silver necklace that had been personalised to have your name dangling from the chain with small colourful charms decorating the metal plating sit inside of the small box that Steve had handed to you. It was beautiful. It was you. And not to mention… it perfectly matched your outfit.

“Shut up!” You gasp, picking up the chain from the safety of its box and dangling it in front of Steve’s face, the neon stream of lights from the party reflect off of its pristine surface, “Steve!! What the Hell? This is stunning!” You become a fit of excited girlish giggles and Steve shakes his head at your outburst, finding it adorable.

“You like it?” He is booming to be heard over the increasingly loud music and you squeal, fumbling with the latch on the chain.

“Like it? I love it! Thank you so much!” You reach around your neck, fighting to clip the necklace and Steve offers you a helping hand accompanied by an amused chucklez, “It’s perfect, Steve, truly! I love it, I love it!” You brush your hair over your shoulder, allowing Steve to access the chain and clasp it securely.

“There! Pretty as a picture.” He winks at you and you toy with your name displayed across your chest; an honest smile gracing your lips.

“Happy birthday.” His large palm rubs the flesh of your shoulder and you nod at him in acknowledgement. There is an after glow that lingers after Steve’s touch disappears and you are not even aware of where he wanders off to but when you realise that you are stood alone… you feel that all too familiar feeling start to creep it’s way back into your chest. An icy chill. A storm brewing.

“Steve?” You call out to him, however your voice is wasted with how small it was and goes totally unnoticed. Your eyes drink in the sea of dancing, sweating bodies around you. The number of people in your home is multiplying— like a deathly virus.

The perky smile falls from your cheeks and only then do you remember why you were even talking to Steve in the first place— you wanted some weed. You needed some.

Or did you?

You wanted to escape life. To feel free from the bounds of Eddie Munson, free from the shackles of your mind. This is the only way you knew how… sleep wasn’t an option— he could reach you there.

Even the darkest corners of your mind, where even the ghosts refused to venture, were haunted by Eddie— there was no fleeing from him. You were his.

But he was Chrissy’s.

You find yourself outside, sitting in the cool night air by the side of your house. Your face is flushed from the alcohol and your skin feels as though it is prickling with heat; fiery.

Your mini skirt hugs your hips and thighs and you fist the fabric, suddenly uncomfortable with the way your body looks in the garment. The way the flesh of your thighs squish the ground beneath you has you stifling a scream and you wrap your arms tightly around your torso to shield the rest of your body from the world.

Your eyes flicker and blaze with the mirrored light from the street lamps, the orange hues meeting the chunky glitter that dominates your eyelids. The heavy makeup was starting to irritate your eyes, but you would do anything to seem half presentable. Anything to feel and look your best.

A choked laugh emits past your lips; it was ludicrous. How you had been exiled from your own birthday party. Left to the wolves of the wild. You didn’t mind too much— it meant you could finally take off this weighty mask you had been hiding behind all night. No more untruthful smiles, no more biting back teary eyes.

You could finally feel. And breathe.

However, your reign of peace and solitude doesn’t last long as your ears perk involuntarily at an all too recognisable thundering chuckle. This whole time, you had been preparing for him to show face and yet you have never felt so startled. A deer in headlights.

The chains around your wrists tighten as you stiffen, unable to move. Unable to respond or breathe or think.

Eddie had arrived.

“Woooah! Lookie’ here! If it isn’t the birthday girl,” Even in the dim light of the garden you can see his Cheshire smile examining you, “What you doing out here all alone, Sweetheart?”

Your breath remains lodged tightly in your throat, wound up like a coiled spring and you are unable to speak. It’s almost as if you are paralysed— has he hit you with a tranquillising dart? Or was that just his cologne that had you so wrapped up in everything that he is.

He called you sweetheart…

He called you sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

His sweetheart?

“Hello? Are you okay?” His hand waves in front of your face, causing you to blink and flinch momentarily at the sudden action, “Aren’t you cold out here?”

“No…” a whisper is all you could manage. It’s all you could afford to give him.

There wasn’t much of you left to give. Soon you would be this vacant polished shell of a human being— beautiful on the outside and hopeless on the inside.

“Okay, well… Happy birthday.” He nods at you enthusiastically, his voice like a siren song lulling you to your demise. He shoves his hands into his ripped jeans pockets, letting out an exaggerated shiver before he says, “Hey, have you seen Chrissy? She came here an hour ago and I haven’t really heard from her.” He tries to disguise the worry in his voice, but you can read him like a book. The way his hands are twitching from his pockets to rub anxiously at his neck, or how he bounces on the balls of his feet— the adrenaline causing him to be restless.

You wish Eddie could do the same with you. You wish he could see past this makeup and this charade. You wish he could recognise just how much that simple sentence had ruined your evening.

Of course he was here looking for Chrissy, why else would he have showed up? For you? Please. The thought alone was laughable.

“I didn’t even know she was here.” Your chin tilts to your shoulder where you can eye the large window looking on into your kitchen. The lights are out but there are neon fairy lights twinkling and illuminating the darkness. It’s almost as if you are looking through a kaleidoscope.

It had taken you hours to hang all of those lights, only to watch other people enjoy their warmth instead.

“You should come back inside, you don’t seem like you’re having a lot of fun out here in the dark.” Eddie takes a leisurely seat next to you and out of instinct you shuffle a few inches away from him, trying to create as much distance as possible, “Are you wasted? You’re being eerily quiet.”

“It’s a party, Eddie.” You sigh, answering him without leaving a single beat, an abrupt newfound confidence helps you to untangle your voice, “People get drunk at parties— I just wish I had some weed.”

It was ironic, wishing for weed as you talk to a weed dealer.

“Is that really your birthday wish? To have weed?” His shoulders bounce lightly as he laughs, his hands coming to find his coat pocket. You shrug in response to his question, tipping your head back and swallowing the last of what was left swirling around in the bottom of your cup.

The truth was, you hadn’t even lit your birthday candles yet. There hadn’t been a right time and you didn’t want to be that person. But if you had sparked those candles… you would have wished for him.

Not for weed. Not for money. Not for beauty or brains.

You would have wished for Eddie Munson.

“Here.” He is careful to take your hand into his, gently prying your fingers open and dropping a bud of weed into your palm before he is securing your fingers back over it, “It isn’t much, I know that but… if I could make your birthday wish a reality then I suppose that’s pretty alright, huh?” He holds your wrist loosely in his grip and your fuzzy brain can’t compute if you are dreaming or not.

You had expected fireworks from his touch— a massive explosion of technicolour and bright blinding lights.

But what you got was far more sensual than that. An electric shockwave travelled along your skin from your arm to your back, zapping down every vertebrae in your spine and coating your body in a blanket of goosebumps. Every single one of your hairs stood on end and this might have been the most alert you have felt all day. You felt awake. Resurrected. Alive.

“Are you sure?” You gulp, mouth suddenly dry, “I can pay you…” You start to frantically search your person for any sign of loose cash— your bra, did your skirt have pockets this morning? No. Where the Hell is your purse?

“No- no! This is a gift, from me to you! It’s your birthday for crying out loud!” Eddie is holding both of your wrists now, his attempt to still your nervous jittery movements, “Just enjoy it, okay? Just… just smile.” His deep pleading voice is painful as it enters your ears.

Just smile.

Smile? Weren’t you smiling?

“Thank you…” up until this point you hadn’t fully perceived just how close of a proximity you and Eddie were nestled at. His slight body leaning in closer to yours, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin. He was within kissing distance and all you could do now was stare at his dimpled smile. The sight alone was enough to cause your own lips to tweak up at the corners.

“Do you know how to roll a joint?” Eddie could evidently sense the growing tension and he pulls away from you, not in a moment of disgust and terror— but out of respect. Attraction was clear but Eddie was like a loyal dog to Chrissy. There’s no way he would betray her.

“Oh- uhm… no, no I don’t.” You laugh slightly as you look down at the drugs held captive in your hand. Your skin being tinged with the ponging smell.

“Luckily for you, I’m a bit of a master at it.”

“Eddie?” A whimper. A whisper. Weak. Sorrow filled.

“Yeah?” His heavenly eyes had you questioning why thieves ever bothered to steal art— when you were looking at a masterpiece.

A pause. Nothingness. Expectation. Shadows.

“Why do you hate me?” The question is shuddered out through constricted teeth and you find an ungodly comfort in that familiar ache inside of your sternum, “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me, Eddie.”

“I don’t hate you-“

“But you don’t love me. You don’t… like me.” You push your feet into the soft earth, coming to stand shakily in front of Eddie’s seated frame, “Every time I look at you, I can't help but hope you feel the same butterflies in your stomach when you look back at me.” Your eyes settle on the empty street, the only noise circulating the neighbourhood was coming from inside your house. Thumping bass beating in harmony with your heart, “But deep down, I know all you feel is pity."

“That isn’t true and you’re being cruel.” Eddie launches to his feet, darting to stand in front of you, “Where is this coming from? If I have hurt you, I assure you that it was never my intention— I could never hurt you purposely.”

“You didn’t have to purposely hurt me, Ed’s. All I had to do was sit back and watch you love someone else. Someone better than me… that was enough to break my spirit.”

A disruption shakes the interior of your house, a commotion surfacing and you can hear the cheers and whistles from your peers. Eddie clocks it as well, and you can see a panic distort his puppy like features.

“Please can we talk about this tomorrow, when you’re sober and… and we can both just figure this out? Please?” His hands find your shoulders, holding you steady as his chocolate orbs bear into yours. His attention is on you, but you can tell that his feet are ready to sprint indoors.

Quietly, you nod. Anything to please him. Anything to make him happy. Plus— you were also intrigued as to what was happening behind in you. Whatever it was, it had stirred up a whirlwind.

Eddie is quick to leave your side, like a whippet released onto a race track, taking the porch steps two at a time and you are hot on his heels. You are clumsy in your kitten heeled shoes, but you are right behind him.

‘I’ll follow thee and make a Heaven of a Hell.

To die upon the hand I love so well.’

William Shakespeare, Helena

“What’s going on?” You stagger into the shoulder of a Frat member, whispering an inaudible apology as he turns to glare down at you. Though, after he takes in your appearance his solid and annoyed expression softens into amusement and what you can only assume as blind lust.

“Harrington and Cunningham got caught banging in the bathroom— can’t believe you missed it! It was fucking priceless.” He drapes his heavy muscular arm over your shoulders and your knees nearly buckle beneath you at his weight pressing down on you.

“What?” You peek up at him through your eyelashes, clearly dazed. You have to make sure— you have to hear him say it again.

“Cunningham? Chrissy?” He is laughing rudely into your face and your nose scrunches distastefully at the stench of beer on his breath, “And Steve Harrington! They were fucking! He had her bent over the bathroom sink, man! His hands full of her hair— pretty sure the mirror is gonna be covered in lipstick!” Finally he unhooks his arm from around your neck and you feel like you may just float up to the ceiling.

You push away from him, using his massive hulking body to propel you further into the mob, your eyes desperate to find Eddie in the crowd. And when you do… it’s ugly.

Anguish, rage, indecision and fear blaze in Eddie’s tear glossed eyes. The gears inside of his head were working like clockwork and you knew where this was about to go as he stares murderously at Steve. Jaw wired tightly shut, nostrils flaring into bullet sized holes and fists so punishingly rigid that you can see the bones of his knuckles straining against his skin; turning his skin to a snow like shade of white.

Steve descends from the top of the staircase alone. His hair is tossed into a messy heap upon his sweat soaked head and you can read from his slumped and lazy stance alone that Steve is totally gone. His hands grasp the bannister, clinging onto the wood for dear life in hopes that he won’t fall down the steep steps.

“Eddie- no, don’t do it!” You try to move toward him as quickly as your boozy brain would allow, but it’s too late. Eddie is flying toward Steve like a bat out of Purgatory.

Time appears to speed up as you watch the violence unfold in front of you alongside the rest of chanting crowd. Eddie has smashed Steve against the wall by the collar of his shirt and you swear you hear some sort of cracking noise come from concrete from the connection of Steve’s back hurling into the plasterboard.

“Fuck! Guys, stop it!” Not only are you terrified of Steve getting beat to a pulp— but your parents would kick you out of the house if things got tarnished beyond repair. And that includes the paint work.

A brutish punch thrown by Eddie bursts Steve’s cheek open and you squeal in horror at the stream of pure gore that spurts from the gnarly wound, “Jesus Christ, Eddie!!” Marching up the staircase you wedge yourself between the two men and Eddie’s movements still. He allowed himself one punch. One good punch, as a warning and also as a courtesy. He didn’t want to frighten you and he also didn’t want to take advantage of Steve’s inebriated state.

One punch is all he needed to satisfy the sickening anger bubbling within him.

And then he fled— like a killer at a crime scene.

“Eddie! Wait- fuck!!” You curse, your hands finding your hair as you tug on the roots of the delicate strands. You are beyond stressed. All you can do is watch as Eddie weaves his way through the mosh pit of bodies who had all quickly gone back to dancing— like nothing had happened.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Steve blubbers next to you and you turn to him, your eyes widened with shock and distress but it doesn’t take long for your glare to become vexing.

“What did you do, Harrington?! If you weren’t already bleeding right now I would slap you in your goddamn face!” Your grip on him is scolding and hurried as you manage to help him down to rest on one of the wooden steps, your eyes unable to waver from the crimson leaking gash on his face.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” His face rests in his hands as he breathes deeply, in through his nose and out through his mouth. And just as you prepare to give him a bollocking of a life time, Chrissy emerges from sanctuary of the top floor, desperately trying to rescuer her bra straps back onto your shoulders. Her clothes are twisted sloppily around her body and she, too, is undoubtedly, totally, 110% fucking hammered.

Both your and the blondes eyes meet and your lips pinch downwards into a frown. Your head shakes disapprovingly and your mind is clouded with nervy thoughts for Eddie’s wellbeing and all you can conjure up to say to the dishevelled woman is;

“How the fuck did this happened?”

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buckrecs · 2 years ago

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HELLO so i was wondering if you have some winter soldier x reader fics?? ive been trying to find some but theyre all so short (still amazing stories tho) tysm, i really appreciate you making recs

Winter Soldier!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

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Into Cursed Pixie Dust by @buckets-and-trees

“He's credited over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years…” but you don’t know that. You run into him once, then again, again, again. Destiny draws you together, and neither of you can deny the pull. And yet though he never ages, you do.

Stalker by @you-are-my-sanctuary

In which Bucky has a crush on the new PR manager and is being an adorable stalker.

sleepwalking by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

when your boyfriend bucky wakes up with the winter soldier mindest, you do the only thing you know how to do- comfort him. he does the only thing he knows how to thank you- possessive sex.

Colors in the Dark by @buckychrist

The world is without color, and that’s never bothered the Winter Soldier. The Fist of HYDRA didn’t have time for love and soulmates. At almost a century old, what are the odds that his soulmate was even still living?

ephemeral by @earlgreydream

the winter soldier shows up wounded at your door during a storm.

Purgatory by @wkemeup

While on a mission, Bucky becomes dissociated into the Winter Soldier. But instead of becoming a threat, his instinct is to protect.

a soldier gone rouge by @kinanabinks

the winter soldier has been sent to kill you. why, then, are you so wet?

Reverse Psychology by @waiting4inspiration

Bucky’s Winter Soldier mode is triggered. But you have something up your sleeves that will bring him back.

Comply by @gogolucky13

With Hydra, everyone is a prisoner.

Don’t Fear the Reaper by @gogolucky13

One night, the Winter Soldier appears at your place of work to eliminate a target. He leaves you alive, only to return a few months later.

Fatal Mistake by @rookthorne

A rogue agent amidst their ranks, it was the perfect plan, a perfect escape. It was their fatal mistake.

Wolf, Partner, Gloves… by @revengingbarnes

HYDRA’s words make Bucky go into Winter Soldier mode. Then he meets you, and you make for him words that will bring him back to normal.

the dragon and her shadow by @kashimos-hajime

You fall in love with the Winter Soldier, and they punish you for it. Sentiment is weakness, but what can they do? After all, they cannot kill the Fist of H.Y.D.R.A. and mortal men cannot even begin to comprehend slaying a dragon.

take it easy, romeo by @sunmoonandeddie

The Soldat remembers one person through it all.

You Found Me by @samthemarvelfan

Bucky Barnes always came home to you. What happens when he doesn't? Worse than that...what happens when he forgets you existed?

Gone Again by @tokoyamisstuff

The Winter Soldier is lost and confused, unable to remember a single thing - except for the place where he’d find the woman that had become his safe space.

I’ll Come Back for You by @milliedazzledust

something where he is in winter soldier mode and protecting the scientist (y/n) where she is the only one who can sort of calm him down after a mission.

Void by @theeleggymeggy

Working as a nurse at HYDRA, you find yourself intervening when you catch Alexander Pierce striking The Asset. You don’t even know this man, but you can’t just stand and watch him be beat down.

Sweet Memory by @

SERIES

One’s Promised by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all… if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier.

Soldat by @the-fallen-nightmare

Captain America and Reader have worked together at SHIELD for over a year. What happens when they have a run in with The Winter Solider and Steve finds out the secret Reader had been hiding from him all this time? And what happens when reader is captured by Hydra and The Winter Soldier, again. Can she make Soldat remember her or is her life with Steve just a slow fading memory now?

Breach by @darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor (dark)

The reader finds herself in the Winter Soldier’s cross hairs during a lock down.

Reset by @lunarbuck

The government has fallen, Hydra has taken over. You were an agent of SHIELD long before the reign of terror began, and became a member of the resistance when they needed you most. Everything changes when the Winter Soldier captures you from your safe house.

Devil’s Backbone by @trashmenofmarvel

With your team dead and your mission failed, you’ve been taken by the assassin to an unknown location and are at the mercy of your cruel tormentors.

Krasavchik by @after-avenging-hours

While under orders from Karpov to test the Soldat’s loyalties to Hydra, you find yourself questioning your own loyalties.

Welcome Home… Soldat? by @winterarmyy

Y/N had make a habit of greeting Bucky a warm 'welcome home' everytime he came back from his missions, but there was one particular day when she unknowingly greeted someone else.

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writingrock · 4 months ago

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part one: the tale of two lovers

notes: strangers to lovers, fantasy universe, bakusquad, slow burn, fluff, slight angst, draconic language and culture, other tags to be added ... status: ongoing - this will be updated weekly, every Tuesday.

part list

pairing: barbarian!Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

chapter list

chapter 1

↬ excerpt:

The bard shrugs, resting his elbows on the table with an air of quiet conviction. "Stories are what keep us alive. They remind us of where we’ve been, what we’ve survived, and inspire others to forge their own paths. Besides," he adds with a grin, "I have a feeling your story is one worth hearing."

chapter 2

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Denki and Sero exchanged glances, both grinning now as they walked behind you. “I think they’re gonna get along just fine,” Sero whispered.

“Or kill each other trying,” Denki added with a laugh.

chapter 3

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There were a couple of things Bakugou noticed about you. It was natural that he was slightly curious about the latest addition to the party. After all, he needed to know if you’d be a threat to them, whether you were loyal, or if you’d bolt if the second things got too rough. Being suspicious of people was second nature to him—he didn’t know anything about you, and you weren’t exactly an open book either.

chapter 4

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“She’s not what I expected. That’s all. She’s got guts, I’ll give her that. But the Veil—” He trails off, his thoughts drifting to the dense, dangerous forest. “The Veil isn’t a place for anyone who isn’t serious. She’s not just a mapmaker. She’s… stubborn. Determined. Like she’s got something to prove.”

“Well then,” the bard asks, his voice softer now. “Did she prove it?”

chapter 5

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As more time passed, more facets of your character and abilities were unveiled, particularly within the complexities of the woods where your skills were most apparent. The group grew increasingly curious by your depth of knowledge and confidence with which you navigated both the physical and mystical aspects of the forest.

chapter 6

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“Karshoj, I thought you were an expert on these shitty woods!” Bakugou cursed, his voice smouldering with frustration as he kicked a nearby rock, sending it skittering across the ground. His fiery eyes locked onto you, anger practically radiating from him.

chapter 7

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“Let’s keep moving,” he said, his voice slipping back into its usual hardness as he took the lead once more. And Bakugou’s quest was barely halfway done. There were still more artefacts to find, more trials ahead. It wasn’t over, not by a long shot. And right now, the biggest obstacle to overcome was getting his group together and getting out of the caves.

chapter 8

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A day of rest was long overdue for the team. Especially after getting lost in those cave systems for god knows how long. Navigating through those tunnels had drained the group’s energy and dampened their spirits. Leaving them in desperate need of a break. It was clear to the group that they needed time to recover.

chapter 9

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“This is it,” you murmured, your voice barely more than a breath as you took in the serene beauty of the heart of Niniel’s Veil. The clearing before you was unlike anything you’d ever seen. A perfect circle enclosed by towering, ancient trees that seemed to watch over the space with silent reverence. The air was dense with magical energy, making every breath feel as if you’ve inhaled fumes of pixie dust.

chapter 10 [upcoming]

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Bakugou’s response was immediate and predictable, his brows furrowing as he let out a sharp scoff. “Hell no. You think I want her tagging along, running her mouth at every turn? She’s got a real attitude problem. Always got something to say, always pushing my buttons.”

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 4 months ago

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it flows and it flows and it flows

cw. selfship-coded, f!reader (no specified anatomy), pre-canon, pre-relationship, childhood friend au, reader eats a defined devil fruit, love as sacrifice, denial of feelings + mutual pining, vulture culture mention

pairing. portgas d. ace x reader

synopsis. as a hydrophiliac, eating a devil fruit is a horrifying thought. as a pirate, eating a devil fruit is an incredibly dumb decision. you'll gladly embrace the horrors and stupidity to keep your loved ones safe.

notes. the way i planned on writing something else for my next childhood friend au installment but this decided it would be making a cameo first whoops. cover comes from monet's impression, sunrise (1872) it just reminds me of ace.

For its moniker of Faerie Faerie Fruit, it isn’t pretty to look at.

The name itself invokes the imagery of translucent wings, tinkling laughter and pixie dust at your fingertips. The fruit in your hands invokes anything but the aforementioned. No, this fruit seems more akin to invoking something out of your nightmares with its gray and pruny peel. All the more damning is the way the face of the fruit is caved in, like a woman in mourning.

According to the encyclopedia you’d skimmed through, once upon a time, this isn’t even the ugliest the Faerie Faerie Fruit can achieve. That has been allocated to the sickly green Goblin model. Knowing this does nothing to quell how unsettling the fruit in your hands is to look at. A fitting feeling for Model Banshee, the variant of the Faerie Faerie Fruit that had fallen in your hands on this most recent adventure across the Moss Isles.

“You should eat it!” Wallace insisted at dinner with a sharp-toothed grin, holding his keg of beer in your direction. “Then the Spades'll finally have a power holder besides the captain!”

Ace squinted at the good-natured fishman with an offended pout, leaning over as best as he could with Kotatsu on his lap. “So I’m not good enough now, Wallace?” The gray lynx mewed, disgruntled at the movement and Ace settled down. “It’s nice to know how you really feel!” In spite of his words, Ace’s lips were curled into a smile as he snickered. He blended perfectly against the Grand Line’s reddening sky, carmine and vermillion painted against the clouds.

“Won’t it be confusing to have two banshees on the ship though,” you asked with a half-smile in return, nodding in the direction of the strawberry blonde. At the mention of her name, the woman grinned at you impishly.

“Maybe you should sell it to me then,” the ginger nodded in satisfaction at the thought. “Then I really would be a banshee!”

“You want it?” You leaned over with intrigued.

As quickly as she brought it up, Banshee shot it down, “no offense to Ace, but if I’m gonna be a pirate,” she gestured beyond the borders of the Spadille, to the sea itself. “I want the security of knowing I won’t drown if I fall into the ocean.” A chorus of laughter followed as Ace whined that his eating the Flame Flame Fruit had only been an accident. A very unforeseen accident.

In one exchange, you were brought back to square one.

You sigh, unable to help a few chuckles. It’s only luck your time on Sixis Island didn’t result in you losing your ability to swim then when you unknowingly bit into the Flame Flame Fruit. Being the first to bite into it, only Ace received any abilities from it. As much as he hadn’t been prepared to eat the thing, however, you can admit it is an ability that suits him.

Ace is like a flame that draws in anyone lucky enough to notice its glow. You want more and more people to see it and relish the warmth of your friend as much as you do.

That doesn’t mean you want to necessarily join him in the ranks of being cursed to drown should you fall into a body of water. Eat, sell or toss it back into the depths for someone else to discover. Those are the only options for a person who finds a devil fruit.

“You shouldn’t eat it anyway,” Ace told you softly when the conversation moved on to a different topic. “You love swimming.”

You love water as easily as you breathe. It has been one of your best friends since your childhood on Dawn Island.

You remember jumping into crocodile infested rivers.

You can hear Luffy’s sniffles as he clung to you desperately. How Sabo sighed, “Can’t you become one with the water in a way that doesn’t look like you drowned?” How Ace, whose face donned more scowls than smiles at 10, rasped a fist against your head in agreement and ranting all the while.

You recall the cool of the returning tide as you looked for seashells on the beach. Then you’d take each one back to Dadan’s, resting them beside your growing collection of unconventional treasures of mummified paws, empty turtle shells and dissected owl pellets. Seashells and stones were the bones of the sea and earth respectively, your grandfather had told you once, so they belonged with your treasure trove as much as any of your other finds.

I wonder if Dadan’s tossed all that out by now, you wonder vaguely. Well if she does, I hope she doesn’t touch my eggs. Protect ‘em for me, Luffy. You remember the beaming haul of large anaconda eggs you’d painted over after Dadan cracked them open for breakfast. There had been four for each of you.

A yellow egg for Luffy, a red egg for Ace and blue for Sabo before you finally painted one over in your own favorite color. You think Sabo’s egg is the collective favorite of the members of your quartet that remain.

It’s only been 7 months or so since you left your life on Dawn Island but it feels like it has been years. Yet throughout it all, the ocean had been a steady companion.

You love it as an extension of your very being.

And yet…

Sloppily drawn eggs and raucous laughter filling the air when you should have been sleeping flood your mind. Your eyes rest on the creepy fruit resting in your hand once again. You don’t necessarily desire joining Ace and Luffy in the ranks of incurring the disdain of the sea, truly. But-

“Flameo, Hotman,” you say suddenly at the approaching heat and footsteps that announce Ace’s presence before his words can.

Ace grins as he rests his arms on the edge of the Spadille, “how’d you know it was me,” he asks unnecessarily, sea breeze running its invisible fingers through his wavy locks. Your eyes crinkle from how you smile at the sight.

You nudge him carefully, fingers tightening slightly over the fruit in your hands, “I felt the furnace getting closer and closer.”

Ace snorts, signature grin on his face. It should feel stranger, seeing him smile so much when he tended to frown and furrow his brow constantly when you were children, but it doesn’t. Smiles suit Ace more than any other expression you’ve seen him have in the past. “What are you over here thinking about?” His eyes dart to the fruit in your hands. “Are you gonna throw it back?”

“It certainly crossed my mind,” you admit with a shrug. Maybe if you hadn’t stopped to think about the past, you would have. The fact you hesitated is more than enough of a sign that your heart hadn’t been into the idea. “I changed my mind, though.”

“What does it do anyway?” Ace poked the wrinkly face with a curious finger.

“Banshees are supposed to be some kind of faerie of death,” you think back to your base information you know about the beings the fruit derives its name. “When someone is gonna die soon, they scream and keen to let people know. But that’s about all that’s really known about ‘em. When you think about it, it kinda suits me, huh?” He hums thoughtfully, looking at the thing deeply and you continue on. “Remember when you gave me my first turtle shell?”

The freckled man’s face softens with a nostalgic smile, “Dadan said boys are supposed to give girls flowers not corpses.” You can hear the cranky woman’s voice even now, exasperated at how you excitedly twirled with the item in your hand. She never quite understood your interest in vulture culture but beside the odd complaint, she never discouraged it.

“I thought it was pretty cool,” you snicker in return. “But you probably should default to flowers whenever you find someone you like. I don’t know if they’d be as appreciative as me.” Whoever that person is, they’ll be lucky. You disregard the strange itch in your chest and thoughts of sky blue hair as Ace rolls his eyes with a chuckle. He may think the idea of someone loving him is ludicrous but he’s an idiot when it comes to such notions.

Portgas D. Ace is special and deserves to be loved in a special way. He will be, someday.

With a sigh, you turn so your back is facing the edge of the ship rather than your front. “Anyways,” you divert the topic back to the former. “I have to admit that it’s pretty useful, objectively thinking. There’s a lot of people out there who wanna avoid death like the plague.” Your heart clenches uncomfortably once more, albeit for a reason you can discern.

Ace nods at your words, “it’ll definitely go for a lot when we get to the next island. So try not to accidentally drop it now that you’ve decided you won’t be doing it intentionally.”

“Oh shut up,” you snort but not unkindly.

But he’s right, this would probably go for a shit ton, not that you know how many berries most devil fruit go for on the market. A devil fruit that grants its user the ability to sense death, however, certainly is above the average.

A smile missing a tooth comes to mind and you have to stop yourself from squeezing additional indents into the Faerie Faerie Fruit. The rough hands of your grandfather covering your own as he shows you how hook a worm follows.

Sabo and Grandpa are gone, there’s no bringing them back.

There are people you love who are still here though, your thumb brushes against the face of the fruit. Indented in anguish as it silently screams for the imminent loss of life. You glance at Ace who is content to stare out at the waves carrying the crew to its next destination. You feel yourself smiling again before you can stop yourself, wistful.

You love the water, it’s as easy as breathing. It’s been your best friend for as long as you could remember.

You remember listening with giddy awe to your grandfather recounting how taking you out the bath as a baby was nigh impossible unless the tub was empty first.

You can hear Makino’s panic as you groggily wake up, realizing you fell asleep in the midst of your floating. Your head hung sheepishly as she scolded you, voice uncharacteristically sharp about the dangers of falling asleep in the ocean. “Heaven forbid the sea king was around!”

You recall the shared panic of Luffy falling underneath a lake’s surface, you, Ace and Sabo diving after him in unison.

If you could become the ocean itself, you’d gladly do so and let your limbs dissolve into it and feel the pulse of every living creature residing within.

Another sigh slips from your lips as you look over your shoulder at the sunset-stained gem the Piece of Spadille sails across. I’m really going to miss being in it. You don’t necessarily want the curse eating a devil fruit will bring, but even if you can’t swim in it anymore you will find ways to still enjoy it.

With solidified determination, you bite into the ominous fruit resting in your hands without a second thought.

At your movement, Ace looks in your direction.

His eyes go from inquisitive to as wide as dinner plates in the span of seconds, calling out your name in frantic surprise. “What are you doing?!” Large, freckled hands reach for you and you side step him immediately before breaking into a run. “Spit it out!”

God this tastes awful, you nearly gag but you force yourself to swallow the piece anyway. Hearing heavy boots chasing after you, you bite into the wrinkled fruit once more. Just in case the first bite doesn’t take.

“Um, [First]?” You barely hear Deuce’s confused reaction. “Ace?”

“Can you stop Ace for me? Thanks!” You call back to the masked man.

“Stop her from being an idiot!” Ace shouts after you.

The Masked Deuce smartly decides being neutral is his only course of action. “You guys figure it out! We’ll, uh, we’ll be over here!”

You could squeal from how close he is but you manage to bite into the foul-tasting flesh a final time before warm arms wrap around your waist, preventing further escape. You swallow instinctively.

“[First]!” You pull against how he tries to grapple your possession from your hands. Try as you might, you aren’t able to get a fourth bite in. You squeeze your eyes shut, not that it does much but it does prevent you from seeing what is undoubtedly an Ace with a frown.

“Can’t spit out anything,” you cry before Ace can start that up once again. It is far too late for the man to do anything about your consuming the Faerie Faerie Fruit. “I already bit into the shit three times!”

“But why?!” Ace asks incredulously.

“Because it’s useful! I’m not giving this sort of ability up!” You stop wriggling, knowing it is redundant when you’ve already done what you’ve set out to do. “I just,” you open your eyes, downcast. “I don’t want to lose anyone else I care about.”

If you were to ever sense Ace or Luffy’s deaths, it will break you. At least you know in those moments, you’ll be able to do something about it. There doesn’t have to be anymore Grandpas or Sabos, not for you. Not if you can stop it. You’ll gladly eat a dozen more Faerie Faerie Fruits if it gives you any ability to keep them safe.

There’s a pause then a groan of resignation as your feet touch the deck again. I guess there’s no point in eating anymore of this, you look at what remains of the fruit. You aren’t sure exactly how it will change you in ways beyond a newly acquired death ping. You resign yourself to eating the rest regardless.

The silence isn’t entirely uncomfortable but it isn’t comfortable either, it just is. There’s nothing else that can be done about your decision.

“You can’t ever take this back, you know,” his voice is soft.

“I know,” you murmur after the last of the devil fruit has been eaten. “I don’t need the ocean like that anyway.” You will find new ways to enjoy it. Finally you turn to look at the man who has been your closest friend since you were 10. You were practically family. Family, that’s right. Family looks out for each other. You are going to look out for Portgas D. Ace whether he likes it or not, you promised yourself this after you met Old Man Naguri.

Even as Ace looks at you with equal parts acceptance and sorrow on your behalf, you think the sacrifice is worth it. It’s bitter but the sweet in your chest outweighs it.

“That’s one more thing we have in common,” you try to lighten the mood. “Paramecia and Logia differences aside.”

Ace sighs but he gives you a snicker of courtesy, “I would have been fine with us not having this in common.”

“Eeeh, you’ll get over it.” I’ll get over it, you chuckle, turning back to face the horizon. The sun’s almost been swallowed entirely by the sea and there are more things dotting the sky than you remember there being a few minutes ago. Your eyes widen at the ghastly image of whales swimming through the skies as if unaware their time has passed many moons ago.

Whales, stingrays, sharks and unidentifiable fish as far as you can see.

A silent procession across the Grand Line only for your newly acquired eyes. It almost makes you want to cry.

“Is everything alright,” Ace draws you back in, eyebrows knit in concern.

You wonder if Grandpa and Sabo’s ghosts are gallivanting about Dawn Island.

“Yeah.”

#look she's writing #one piece x reader #op x reader #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #one piece #portgas d ace #i just have been brainrotting a lot about this man #him his freckles his large hands his warm skin #look it's self shipping hours #sea otters #flaming pearls #one piece imagines #op imagines #flaming pearls (sea otters)

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indubioprocoffee · 2 months ago

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“Damn those fairies!” Dean cursed. He was covered pixie dust, which made him sneeze, so he looked even more ridiculous.

Sam couldn’t help but burst into violent laughter and even Castiel cracked a slight smile.

“I think they enchanted me,” Dean said as he got back his breath, trying to get rid of the remaining dust. “My body feels off …”

“Off how?” Sam asked.

“I dunno, Sam. I just feel weird.”

“Sam?” Castiel sounded worried. “Look at his ears.”

“My ears? What’s wrong with my ears?” Dean panicky felt his ears. “Oh my- They are growing. Sam! My ears are growing!”

“Yeah, I see … They are getting kinda pointy. And I think your hair is growing too.”

“Sam? I think he’s also growing fairy wings,” Castiel noticed.

Sam chuckled. “I think you are turning into a fairy, Dean.”

“Why the hell are you so calm?”, Dean cried. “I’m turning into a fucking fairy and you just … laugh?”

“Well, it doesn’t seem to harm you.” Sam shrugged.

“Doesn’t harm … I don’t want to be a fairy, Sam! Do something! Are you taking pictures?”

“I’m doing something, like you asked. Now we have Christmas cards.”

Dean sighed.

“I think you look very beautiful,” Castiel said, admiring his wings.

“Thanks? But I don’t want to look like fucking Legolas.”

“Legolas doesn’t have wings,” Castiel corrected. “I’m very pop-”

“…pop culture savvy now. Yes, we’ve heard,” Dean interrupted. “But I’d be very grateful if one of you would do something about this.”

“Calm down, Dean. Pixie dust magic normally wears of in about 24 hours.”

“Hours?!”

“Enjoy your wings. Maybe Cas offers to braid your hair.”

@wigglebox

#imagine dean in a fairy tutu #i think he would look cute as a fairy #enchanted #suptober24 #dean winchester #castiel #destiel ficlet #sam winchester #destiel #supernatural

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robin-evry · 2 months ago

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What about Pixie yuu?

Sure thing, ask and you shall receive

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐗𝐈𝐄 🧚‍♂️🧚‍♀️🧚

A pixie is a mythical creature that resembles a mischievous fairy. If you spy some adorable little sprites in green pointed hats sneaking around the woods, you can bet that they're pixies. Pixies appear in folk and fairy tales from the southwest part of England, making minor mischief and dancing in groups.

Pixie Yuu is always buzzing with energy and curiosity, darting from one adventure to the next. They are full of mischievous charm, often pulling harmless pranks on their friends, especially Grim. Their lighthearted nature makes them a joy to be around, but sometimes their antics can get them in trouble.

Despite their whimsical attitude, they are sharp and quick on their feet, both mentally and physically. They have a knack for getting out of tricky situations with their clever thinking and wit.

Like a pixie guardian of nature, they have a deep connection to the environment, especially plants and animals. They takes care of the plants around the school grounds and sometimes communicates with the magical creatures that reside in the woods surrounding Night Raven College.

Can control their size, but their original size is the size of a palm similar towards a fairy. But they can manipulate their size to their liking.

Even tho they have a tiny stature and innocent appearance, They swear like a sailor, they swear as an everyday vocabulary, they also have a sharp tongue throwing insults or roast towards literally anyone no matter who it is. Btw a big fan of yo mama jokes

They also uses every creative, colorful phrase imaginable, often leaving others shocked or laughing. Their favorite exclamations usually include bizarre combinations involving nature, like “By the roots of the cursed oak!” or “Wings of a twisted nettle!”

During the time when riddle insults them during the heartslabyul arc, pixie!yuu release a barrage of swearing and insult towards, causing the entire dorm with their mouth open. Their cursing can almost make him pass out

Best friends with epel, throw insults at each other on a daily basis, but not in a rude way but a way of greeting each other, when they wake up epel message them an insult as a way to say good morning.

Their way of cursing is the way of showing dominance, many savanaclaw students are too afraid to face them. Scared of them to filet by them using their mouth.

They also have bad memories of remembering most of the students names so they use nicknames.

Riddle : "Anger issues / mommies boy"

Leo : "lion furry / Lazy Tail Twitcher"

Azul : "Ursula knock off / calamari

Kalim : "nothing will ever go wrong guy / happy go lucky"

Vil : royal pain in the ass / pretty boy

Idia : otaku human torch/ nerd boy

Malleus : horny guy / dark and broody

They also mistake people's names with others, they always mistake jade and Floyd's name, by calling jade : Floyd as well calling Floyd : jade. The twins find this amusing. ( Reference to the I'm just ken meme, with Ryan Reynolds and odell Beckman junior )

Though Pixie Yuu loves nature, cooking is where their chaotic energy shines. They throw random plants and ingredients into the pot, and somehow, it usually turns out delicious. Their creations are unpredictable, but they have a unique charm—except when they accidentally adds too much pixie dust and causes the food to float!

They often sprinkle a little of their pixie dust on their friends when they need a boost. Whether it’s to help Deuce during exams or to give Riddle a rare moment of carefree joy, they always knows when someone could use a little magical lift.

They challenges Lilia to flying competitions every now and then. Despite Lilia's age and experience, he always seems to find their pixie agility impressive. They never backs down from a good aerial race.

They love playing harmless pranks on their friends and teachers. They'll shrink objects, make things float with their pixie dust, or create tiny illusions to confuse people. Their favorite target is Ace, who never seems to catch on when things go missing or shift around him.

Pixie Yuu has a habit of making cozy little hideaways in places no one else would think of. They been known to sleep in flower petals or inside teacups. Whenever they feeling overwhelmed, they retreats to these small, quiet spots to recharge.

Thanks to their deep connection with nature, they are is the go-to student when anyone needs advice on magical plants. They know how to handle even the most dangerous flora, often with a quick swear and a smack of their hand.

Pixie Yuu’s magic is often unpredictable. A simple spell to help with gardening might accidentally turn the entire garden into a sprawling jungle or on fire. While their intentions are usually good, things tend to spiral out of control quickly, often ending with them swearing like a sailor while trying to fix the mess.

Yuu is fascinated by small, shiny things, and they have a collection of them hidden away in her room. From tiny crystals to miniature figures, if it’s small and glittering, they probably has it. Grim often teases them, calling them a “magpie,” but Yuu just shrugs and says, “Better than hoarding tuna cans like you, furball.”

Yuu has a small entourage of woodland animals who follow them around—rabbits, birds, and squirrels that assist her with tasks or simply keep them company. Grim occasionally gets jealous of how much attention she gets from the animals.

They have a beautiful, translucent wings with a soft glow, similar to those of a dragonfly. They're delicate but strong, and they shimmer in a myriad of colors depending on the light.

When things get intense in a fight, Yuu’s sailor-like mouth is in full effect. Their small size and pixie wings make them a speedy fighter, darting around enemies and cursing them out as they go. Grim swears they once made an opponent surrender purely out of confusion and shock from her language.

They also use their pixie for battle by sprinkling pixie dust on any object that is a heavy, example a dresser and they would just throw the floating heavy object towards the enemy, example them using pixie dust on a table in heartslabyul and throw it on overblot riddle

Their wings give them unparalleled mobility in the air. They are a master of aerial combat, darting around opponents with lightning speed. Their size makes them harder to hit, and they can weave in and out of attacks with ease. Their aerial maneuvers include flips, barrel rolls, and sharp dives that make them a difficult target. While flying, they can strike from different angles, keeping their enemies on their toes. They often taunt them mid-air, yelling or curse at them.

They have deep connection with nature and allow them to control plants and the environment. In battle, they can summon vines to entangle enemies, create walls of thorns for defense, or use flowers that emit calming spores to pacify aggressive foes. They have an attack called “Thorn Whip,” where they lashes out with thorny vines that deal damage while immobilizing the opponent.

They are able to manipulate magic. They have access to various elemental spells, with a particular affinity for wind and earth magic. They can summon gusts of wind to knock enemies off balance or send blasts of wind like invisible slaps their earth magic allows them to create small rock barriers or spike the ground beneath them foes, making them trip or lose balance.

They also have the ability to shrink objects and sometimes even opponents, temporarily reducing them to a comically tiny size. This disorients enemies and renders them nearly harmless while small.

They are also very skilled and a swordmaster. Their sword style mostly focuses on offensive moves by and overpowered the enemies. They are able to catch up with Lilia who's an experienced warrior.

They have pointy ears, this helps them hear from miles that is considered possible, they are also described to be very beautiful by the most of student body.

They also called Lilia an old bat as well a beg of old bones and skins meanwhile they are also a few hundred years old.

#twisted wonderland #not canon #twst headcanons #twst scenario #disney twst #twisted wonderland yuu au #twst mc #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst yuu au #pixie!yuu

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buckets-and-trees · 3 months ago

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Bucky Barnes Collection

↠ Main Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

Unless specifically noted, all of my stories feature a female reader insert character.

dividers by my lovely wife @rookthornesartistry

Series & Collections

FINE LINE a near-future dark omegaverse AU DARK STORY, omegaverse dynamics, scenes of dubious consent, angst, manipulation, blackmail, kidnapping, explicit smut

↠ part one: Give Up ↠ part two: Falling Away ↠ part three: Every Minute Of It

DEVOUR - complete soft!dark mob boss!Bucky AU explicit smut with feels

SERIES: ↠ salt, non/dub-con ↠ fat ↠ acid ↠ heat

MORE STORY: ↠ what happens after you go out with the girls (a few days after heat) ↠ mint (a week or two after heat) ↠ chocolate (a week after mint) ↠ yeast (tbd point after the series) custard (first winter holidays together)

CHOSEN - complete a modern AU with soft!dark, mystical, and cult elements eventual Bucky x curvy Millennial Female!Reader, Natasha x Reader scenes, Natasha x Reader x Steve scenes, Natasha x Steve SOFT!DARK STORY, cult themes, explicit smut (with feelings and without feelings), dubious consent and enthusiastic consent, veiled truths, gaslighting, entrapment, natural sleeping drugs

INSTALLMENTS: ↠Arrival [3.4k] ↠Lunch [3.2k] ↠Consideration [4.4k] ↠Semantics [3.4k] ↠ Preparation [3.2k] ↠ Procession [4.2K] ↠ Offering [3.2k] ↠ Binding [2.9k] ↠ Transformation

WARM SHADOWS - complete post-endgame omegaverse series Alpha!Bucky x omega!reader, Alpha!Captain Hydra x omega!reader, eventual Alpha!Bucky x omega!reader x Alpha!Steve DARK SMUT, tw: non con, tw: dub con, fluff beginning

↠ chapter one: When You Fall On Me Like Night [2.5k] ↠ chapter two: Let All Light Go [7.5k] ↠ chapter three: Carving Through the Dark [14.4k] ↠ chapter four: The Working of Your Hands [15.5k] ↠ epilogue: The Dawn Has Come [5k]

THE BROOKLYN BOYS - complete a post-endgame where Steve stays in the present rom-com drabble series, slow burn Bucky x reader, Steve x reader, eventual Stucky x reader

SERIES: ↠ 1: Bucky and the Bench ↠ 2: Steve and the Sandwich ↠ 3: Bucky and the Books ↠ 4: Steve and the Skyline ↠ 5: Bucky and the Brief Brush ↠ INTERLUDE ↠ 6: Steve and the Ballet ↠ 7: Bucky and the Shelves ↠ 8: Steve and the Blindside ↠ 9: Bucky and the Situation ↠ 10: Steve and the Best Friend ↠ EXITLUDE

MORE STORY: ↠ First Night [takes place immediately after part 10] ↠ Idle Hands [first fall/winter] ↠ Big Red Bow [a few days after their first NYE]

LITTLE LARK a modern mafia AU with dark elements mean Mafia!Bucky x curvy Millennial Female!Reader x mean Mafia!Steve

↠ Little Lark ↠ Bird on a Wire ↠ Bird Home in the Darkness

BUCK’S ELEVEN a snapshot series, historical AU, Ocean’s Eleven-style heist premise mentions of ex-wife!Reader, Steve and many other Avenger cameos

↠ Buck's Eleven ↠ Bookings and Rings Steve x Pan Am Stewardess Reader [600 words, light smut] ↠ Good Luck the team [600 words]

DESPERATE TO DEVOTED a rivals to lovers post-TFATWS verse

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hxzelwallflower · 2 years ago

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Better set of wings , stabilized magic , but too HEAVY to fly . Just her luck . Cue to annoyed snort that follows her finally rolling over . Yeah ... she’s not a happy camper .

#- ; IC #- ; Faith trust and pixie dust ( magic anon )#- ; Techicolored ponies ( Horse curse )#- ; [ OPEN ]#- ; [ MUSE STATUS ]

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Starry Nights - Chapter 1: The naughty list

Summary : Maven is an outcast, a clumsy Christmas elf, who lives high up in the North Pole's fir forest. She dwells in the shadow, shunned by all of her peers. Yet, when the Christmas preparations turn into a disaster, she has no choice but to partner up with her sworn enemy: Santa's secretary, Astarion Ancunín. Only the two of them seem to be able to see the mysterious creature that lurks near the factory, wreaking havoc in its wake. Pariting: Astarion/Original female character Rating: Explicit Content: Christmas AU, angst and fluff and smut, moody elf stuck in an endless party, Astarion as Santa's insufferable secretary, enemies to lovers

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Like every morning, Maven is running late. She bursts out of her cottage home — hair still wet from her bath, pointy hat askew, green uniform crinkled and unbuttoned. She runs down the steps of her porch in a hurry, but the thin layer of frost on them sends her flying up in the air. The world spins, the content of her pockets with it, and she plummets into an ocean of smooth white snow.

“Damn this perpetual winter,” she groans, choking on a handful of little snowflakes, “Damn this nightmare of a job!”

She angrily secures her tool belt around her hips, buckles the straps of her backpack, and strides towards her enchanted sledge. The knot of the rope tied around it is stubborn, unyielding, and she wonders if the entire universe is conspiring to ruin her day. Well, to be fair, this day in particular is not worse than the last, and certainly not worse than the next. Most days begin and end the same way, with Maven either breaking something, offending someone, or hurting herself. The latter is indisputably the best out of the three options; it’s far easier to tend to a wound than it is to regain someone’s trust and affection.

Everybody knows about her, about the bad-tempered and unlucky elf who lives high up in the pine forest. She’s a local celebrity, if you will. Nothing ever goes her way, everything she does eventually turns into a disaster, and wherever she goes chaos follows. This is her curse — or at least, this is what all the christmas elves have decided to call it.

‘Butterfingered Maven,’‘Doomed daughter of the Aelfric family,’ ‘Krampus kin’: people have all sorts of horrible ways of calling her, and she has grown used to most of them.

Maven straddles the sledge with an exasperated sigh, tugging as hard as she can on the cable. After what feels like an eternity, the rope breaks with a snap, and the old heap of wood finally starts its spectacular descent towards the North Pole village.

“Damn Christmas and damn Santa!” she screams, holding on for dear life as it dangerously slaloms between the trunks. Everything is a blur of shimmering white around her, the cold wind lashes her face, and from time to time a red pixie pops out of a hollow log to shout at her.

“Stupid girl! Roadhog!” they shriek in a cloud of shimmering dust, “Slow down your darn toboggan, some people are trying to sleep here!”

For a few glorious minutes, she almost forgets who she is and where she’s headed. For a few seconds, she is just Maven Aelfric, a happy little girl once more, with nothing to apologize for and no forgiveness to earn.

But just as quickly, the dream fades and disappears.

The trees of the forest change; they grow taller, thicker, sparks of colors glimmering in the leaves and in the pine needles. Their foliage eerily twinkle in the dark undergrowth, like the blinking eyes of a maddened beast. Iridescent glass baubles dangle from branches, glittering candy canes swing on twigs, and dawn’s pale hues dull in the distance.

She takes a sharp turn to the right, silently riding along the first opulent houses of the village. North Pole’s Gate is a violent flash of neon red and green, a whirlwind of bright fairy lights that burn her eyes. Music echoes through the streets, day and night, night and day, and Maven doesn’t know how the people living there haven’t already lost their minds. That morning, it’s the same awful tune as the one they always play at work.

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year — With the kids jingle belling and everyone telling you be of good cheer!” a voice croons in the crisp morning air, and she tightens her hold on the leather straps, pouring more magic in the wood below.

She slips past the road on which most of her coworkers are still walking towards the toy factory, grinning when she realises that she might actually make it on time. But the Christmas carol follows her still; the trees bend low to sing it in her ear.

“There'll be parties for hosting, marshmallows for toasting, and caroling out in the snow!” The spruces hum and the sledge races, gliding at a terrific speed, almost lifting off the ground.

Far beyond, Santa Klaus corp. is a glorious stain of white, red and green in the blue hour. The tall gingerbread house is already open; smoke slowly curls out of its chimney.

It’s time to work, she has no choice. She’s bound by a contract to good old Santa, after all.

Maven is about to leave the wood behind her when she sees something in the corner of her vision.

Something that seems to be running after her.

A tall shadow leaping through the forest with unnatural speed.

A wolf? A bear? she thinks, taking her eyes off the road, probably not, it wouldn’t be that big.

Fear grips her heart when the glowing light of the factory illuminates the creature’s face. She sees horns, red piercing eyes, a long forked tongue, and a small imp perched on a massive shoulder.

In the panic, she lets go of the reins. The monster smiles at her and the sledge hits a rock, breaking in two.

And soon, she’s falling again, but it’s nothing like her little morning dive in the snow.

This one will actually hurt, she can already tell it will.

“There'll be scary ghost stories, and tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago!” The voices continue to sing, muffled and strange.

This time, amongst them, she can hear another melody.

A warped call, a crowd endlessly chanting her name.

Maven, Maven, Maven, Maven, Maven —

When she wakes up, Maven is lying at the foot of a tall tree, splinters of wood scattered around her.

The cold scraps her lungs clean; she tastes iron on her tongue.

But the sky above is the color of a glass of strawberry milk — it’s still dawn, she’s still on time, she can still make it right.

She lifts herself up with a huff, ignoring the throbbing pain on the side of her head. Behind her, countless elves are already lining up in front of the entrance. There is no time to lose, so she leaves it all behind, nicely hidden beneath a pile of snow.

She doesn’t want to think about what happened, and about what it means.

Not yet.

Blood trickles down her temple while she waits with all the others, and she discreetly wipes it off with her sleeve. There’s a familiar shame in the pit of her stomach, the certainty that if someone stares at her for too long they’ll see through her lies and know the awful truth about her.

The one she’s not even sure of knowing.

Were they right all along? Has Maven always been cursed? A black sheep in a white flock — or worse, a wolf in disguise.

“Bah! Aelfric!” a harsh voice cuts through her thoughts, “Stop wasting my time, I don’t have all day, show me your arm.”

Maven jumps and blinks, quickly realising that she’s now at the front of the line, standing next to the doors of the factory like an idiot. Laezel glares at her, regal and intimidating in her red velvet uniform, golden buttons and officer’s epaulettes catching the light of the glittering garland above her head. Maven takes a clumsy step towards the guard; the githyanki’s hand visibly tightens around the hilt of the longsword resting at her hip.

“Ah yes, yes of course, sorry, here you go —” she mumbles, showing her the badge permanently tattooed on the thin skin of her forearm.

“Chk!” is the guard's only answer before she lowers the level beside her. Maven’s contract number appears above the gate, amidst a rain of bright stardust.

N° 261214

A number. That is all she is once she steps into her workplace, and sometimes, it’s almost comforting.

Maven heads towards the toy workshop without so much as a glance for the tall Christmas trees, the socks hanging near the blazing fire in the hearth, or the big pots of simmering hot chocolate. The fragrant fir wreaths on the walls are adorned with all sorts of juniper branches, pinecones, and berry spray. Each time she looks at them, she’s reminded of cold winter days with her mother, of long afternoons spent in the forest gathering branches and small red fruits in a wicker basket.

Shadowheart is already sitting in front of her workbench, pliers in hand as she works on the wheels of a small wooden car. She’s in a sour mood — that much is obvious — her brows are furrowed and her lips are but a thin discontent line. Maven dares not disturb her, she simply slides in her assigned corner to start working on the thirty presents she has to make before the end of the day.

She’s already completely engrossed in her task when she hears Shadowheart stand up, her stool crashing on the floor, her tool box clattering at her feet. “I’ve had enough! If they play another one of those songs, I’m blasting the entire place and ourselves with it!”

A few elves gasp in horror, wide-eyed and confused. Of course they’d be shocked, this is their entire world, the sole universe they’ve ever known. Their entire lives revolve around candy canes, decorated trees, and insufferable christmas carols! The only elf who hates Christmas just as much as Maven does is Shadowheart. She has never been bold enough to ask her why she does though; she has every reason to believe it is not a joyous story.

You’re not like the others, she thought the first time she saw her, with her long black hair and her angry steel blue eyes, you hate it here, don’t you?

“That’s fine by me,” Maven chuckles, sewing a pair of fragile translucent wings on the back of a fairy doll, “You’d do us all a favor.”

Shadowheart looks down at her, chest heaving, braid coming undone.

“But in the meantime,”—she bends over to place a little wooden box in front of her — “use this.”

“What is that?”

“Earplugs. I have a spare pair, no need to thank me.”

“No,” she says, motioning towards Maven’s brow, right above the old scars on her left cheek, “I meant this, on your forehead.”

Maven blushes, hastily covering the bruise under her choppy dark green bangs. She almost forgot about the incident in the forest, about the monster, and about the wound…

“It’s nothing, you know me, clumsy as ever! I slipped on the steps of the porch this morning,” she blurts out, trying to hide the fear in her voice behind a small laugh.

But Shadowheart doesn’t believe her, she knows Maven a little too well. It’s a blessing and a curse, because she has a few secrets she’d like to keep to herself.

“What happened, Mav?” she asks, laying a gloved hand on her arm.

She looks at her in silence, and something in Maven almost breaks. A door that has long been closed, a keyless lock that she doesn’t trust anyone else to open — not even her friend.

Before she can answer, a familiar chime echoes through the entire building.

Shit… Is it already that time of the month again?

“Dear Christmas elves, please gather in the foyer. The names of the best employees of the month are about to be revealed!”

An ocean of ecstatic elves rushes through the narrow corridors; they squeal and they laugh as they run towards the grand hall. They celebrate Christmas Eve every year in this wide room — dancing and eating under the tall chandeliers, gifting each other little trinkets at the feet of the tallest tree of the entire realm, kissing under the mistletoe….

But once a month, it’s also the place in which Santa simultaneously rewards a handful of his workers and punishes the rest of them.

The most hardworking of the elves are given new uniforms, as well as a big golden snowflake medal to wear on the front of their pristine coats. They are admired amongst their peers, earning a respect that never quite fades no matter how many years go by.

Those who fail to produce enough toys, however, face a far less alluring fate… The entirety of North Pole shuns them, they are encouraged to work some extra hours at night by the management, and — to add insult to injury — they are kindly asked to take a considerable wage cut.

Maven has been part of the latter group for the past years, and this Christmas is no different. Shadowheart sighs in relief somewhere behind her. She’s in neither of the two, she’s right in the middle, in the comfortable middle ground of ‘normality.’

“If my salary gets any lower than this, I’ll be working for free,” Maven grumbles, eyes fixed on Beatrix Birchborn and Rue Littebell, Santa’s new favorite employees. The girls’ long red hair glimmer like two crowns of fire when they bend down to receive their prizes, and Maven can’t help but envy them a little.

“Oh my… Are you on the naughty list again, darling?” someone whispers in her ear and her entire body grows tense as a bow.

Astarion Ancunín, Santa’s insufferable secretary, is standing right beside her.

In the soft glow of the candles, he looks as if he was molded out of clay by Santa himself. White curls sculpted out of morning’s first snow, skin smooth like polished spruce wood, red eyes crafted out of the same glass as the bulbs in the vast tree behind him — he is Christmas incarnate, and this place’s finest creation.

But everything that is beautiful is also dangerous, poisonous like the Amanita mushrooms that grow at the feet of the white firs.

And for that reason, Astarion is the most dangerous out of all the elves of the Christmas realm, and the one Maven should be the most wary of.

Tonight, he looks especially magnificent. He is wearing a perfectly tailored red velvet two piece suit, lined with bright green silk. The bow of his white lavallière shirt cascades down his chest like a river of melting snow, and on his collar shines a little snowflake brooch. He must have won it many years ago, on a night like this one, or so Maven imagines. It’s her first time seeing him wear glasses though, and she wonders if he walked straight out of his office when the announcement rang through the factory. They’re small and round, delicately perched on top of his Grecian nose. She rather likes them, they make him look a little more… stern.

Maven hates to admit it, but her heart always races a little when she’s around him. It’s a daily inconvenience, something that happens far more often than she’d like… She’s eating lunch at the refectory, or taking a short break in the fir plantations, and all of a sudden, he’s here! And each time, she can’t really tell why he ventured out of the factory’s headquarters to find her in the first place. Maven might be too much of a bungle to be crowned ‘employee of the month,’ but she has observed Astarion for long enough to know a thing or two about him — things he probably wouldn’t like her to know. He’s calculating, ambitious, and each of his actions always serves a purpose…So naturally, it didn’t take her long for her to figure out that he wants something from her.

But what could she possibly give him? Her, North Pole’s favorite outcast.

“Don’t act like this comes as a surprise to you; you’re the one who wrote that list,” she says, a little more bitterly than intended.

“You’re sweet darling, but there are thousands of elves in this factory, do you truly think I would know all of that by heart?” he huffs, straightening his jacket, “Perhaps, I ought to remind you that I’m just the hand that holds the quill, nothing more.”

Maven doesn’t answer, she simply stares at the bottom of the list plastered on the wall. There’s something even more humiliating about the fact that Astarion put her badge number there himself — knowingly or unknowingly. She’s drowning in an ocean of dark thoughts when she feels his fingers pushing her hair away from her brow, feeling the bruise on her temple. And she flinches, like some kind of wild animal that is not used to being touched so gently.

Astarion doesn’t ask her how she hurt herself, he simply stares at it with a strange look in his eyes. It’s not a kind or a soft expression though, and soon, a familiar smirk forms on his face.

“Don’t look so defeated. I think I prefer you naughty anyway, it suits you better.”

Is that a compliment or an insult? Her stupid body doesn’t wait for her mind to settle on either before blushing.

“Don’t you have something else to do? Somewhere else to be? I hear you’re pretty busy this time of year,” she says as she starts walking away, quickly heading back towards the toy workshop. “I myself have no time to spare, so if you’ll excuse me…”

His voice follows her through the long corridors, stubborn and haunting. “Nothing that demands my immediate attention, no.”

“How unfortunate.”

She bursts inside of the atelier with Astarion on her heels, and her heart sinks when she realises that Shadowheart is not there. It was a bad idea to leave the hall, this is even worse. The last thing she wants at the moment is to have a little tête à tête with Santa’s secretary…

Maven has no choice but to pretend he is not there. She puts her gloves on, sits down and throws the fairy doll she finished earlier in the jute bag by her feet. Persistent as ever, Astarion draws close again. He takes a few graceful steps and leans on her workbench, looming over her with bright ruby eyes.

“You need to dream big, dear,” he sighs, carefully inspecting one of her little screwdrivers. “Do you want to spend your entire life crafting silly gifts? Don’t you want to be the one opening up presents? I started out like you, you know — at the very bottom of the ladder, in that very workshop — but I managed to climb my way up to the top.”

“Why do you care? None of my dreams include anything that could be placed under the christmas tree anyway, nothing that could be wrapped in a red little bow.”

He moves to stand in front of the tall windows of the workshop, the ones that face the reindeers’ enclosure. Night is already falling and the fairy lights on the fences light up, one by one, like stars in the black skies.

“I’m sure Halsin over there would gladly step into a big box and wait for you to unwrap him on Christmas Eve,” he chuckles, and Maven turns red as a beetroot.

Halsin Silverbough, Santa’s hostler, has always been kind to her. She likes that he smells like the forest and the warm fur of the reindeers he takes care of, not like the heady mixture of cinnamon and cloves that constantly floats around the other elves. Last year, during the Christmas party, he’s the only one who talked and danced with her. But Maven doesn’t seen him as anything more than a friend — a shoulder to lean on and a sympathetic ear, at best.

“You know he fancies you, right?” Astarion says, but it’s almost like he’s asking her a question, waiting for her to either confirm or deny, “He’s always had a taste for the singular and the untamed.”

A ridiculous and incongruous thought crosses her mind.

Is he jealous? a small incredulous voice asks in her head, No, no, it cannot be. People like him are not jealous, they have all they could ever ask for and… I couldn’t possibly be what he wants.

“Tempting but no, thank you.”

“Don’t be so picky, darling,” — he slumps down a leather armchair near the fireplace, crossed legs elegantly slung over one of the armrests — “One has to seize the opportunities when they arise! Maybe this is the reason why your name is never at the top of that cursed list. That little head of yours is always so full of unnecessary thoughts. Unwinding would help to boost your production rate.”

Astarion certainly ‘unwinds’ a lot in his free time. Over the years, she has watched him leave the factory with an endless parade of lovers. It’s never the same face or the same name, but his paramours are always pretty. And on some nights, before entering the forest, Maven turns around to look at him and at the elf who gets to walk him home, foolishly hoping that he will choose her one day.

You don’t belong there, she finds herself thinking each time it happens, beasts lay on the soft moss of woodlands, not in townhouses’ plush beds.

“I don’t need any of that, what I need is to work in peace, Mister Ancunín,” she finally answers, stitching a pair of glassy eyes on the small face of a stuffed bear. “Would you please leave me alone now? I have much to do.”

For a little while, he remains uncharacteristically silent, quietly poised over the cushions like a sleepy cat. The leather creaks beneath him when he finally rises to his feet, and Maven is almost sure she hears him retreat towards the door. But, when she looks away from her handiwork, he’s right beside her stool again, looking down at her with an odd glint in his red eyes.

“If Halsin is not to your liking, maybe I could help you instead,” he whispers, voice low and suave like the wind blowing through the trees of the pine forest that surrounds her home. “In fact, I think we could help each other, in more ways than one, darling.”

At first, she isn’t sure she heard him right; it’s the type of thing she should only hear him say in dreams. The needle slips from her fingers, and her body freezes. She knows it’s not right, she knows it can’t be true— she’s Maven Aelfric, good things never come her way.

So, what’s the catch? What kind of ugly trick is the universe playing on her?

Right then and there, Shadowheart barges into the atelier, coming back from the foyer with two small apple turnovers in hand. She’s with Karlach, one of the mechanics in charge of taking care of Santa’s sleigh, and she can vaguely hear them arguing about the type of polish she’ll need to use on its footboards before Christmas Eve.

“Mav! I got you something sweet to eat, I thought it would cheer you up—” she calls out before stopping in her tracks, almost dropping the little viennoiseries to the ground.

“Oh gods, look at the time! I’m awfully late!” Astarion giggles, straightening up to fetch a sparkly pocket watch from his jacket. “I must go now, my dear! I’d love to stay but I have a tedious evening ahead of me. Countless letters to open and Santa’s sacks to prepare, you know how it gets! But what a pleasant little conversation this was…”

Shadowheart is still petrified, pale as a ghost, when he walks past her and swiftly exits the room. Karlach on the other hand, seems very amused by the whole situation, barely managing to contain her laugh. It must be both funny and dreadful to see someone like Astarion Ancunín close to a girl like Maven. In fact, the whole endeavor has the potential of becoming the ‘joke of the year’ if anyone in the factory gets wind of what happened.

“And darling?” Astarion says with his back to her, his hand idly waving goodbye as he walks down the corridor, “Smile, will you? You know what the song says, it’s the most wonderful time of the year!”

There’s a few seconds of silence before the tiefling wheezes, laughing so hard that she struggles to catch her breath. “Did you see his face? I haven’t seen him so panicked since the day he fell on his ass in front of everyone at the village’s skating rink.”

“Pretentious arsehole,” Maven mumbles under her breath, eyes still fixed on his back at the other end of the hallway.

“At least, stop ogling him while you say that, soldier,” Karlach says, putting a muscular arm around her shoulders, “I know his bum looks glorious in his fancy clothes, but come on!”

The tips of Maven’s ears burn, probably as red as the rest of her. “I have done no such thing!”

“Yes yes, I’ve caught you with your hand in the cookie jar more than once,” the tiefling laughs, wiping the corner of her amber eyes, “I don’t blame you though. That man is a prick, but he’s gorgeous.”

“What was he doing here?” Shadowheart finally asks, slightly disgusted, as she hands her one of the little cakes.

But once again, Maven doesn’t know the answer to that question. She still hasn’t figured out what sort of game he is playing and why he is playing it—

“I’m not sure, some kind of problem with Halsin and the reindeers’ enclosure,” she lies, not looking either of them in the eyes.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months ago

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A Recipe for Happiness

What does happiness taste like? How do we bottle it for a rainy day? This is part 17 of 20. Let's make something for ourselves. The Tale of the Cursed Raven:

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5 I Part 6 I Part 7 I Part 8 I Part 9 I Part 10 I Part 11 I Part 12 I Part 13 I Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16

A Color Unnamed

elderberries, blueberries, blackberries, huckleberries

essential oil pressed from blue wildflowers

a stone, periwinkle or tinted blue if possible

inky milk caps, blue pixie mushrooms

chilled crystal clear water, drawn from a pure source

gum arabic

the eggshell of a whole robin’s egg

iron mordant

faith, trust, and pixie dust

a touch of magic

Directions:

If not already done, prepare essential oil. Pluck petals from blue wildflowers and submerge in water. Boil the petals; the resulting steam is condensed essential oil, which can be collected in a container.

Stew the berries separately in a saucepan. Press each against the pan so that they burst and release all of their juices. Strain the berries into their own bowls.

Slice the mushrooms and cook until tender. Crush using a stone; save the liquid that sweats out and discard the flesh. Do NOT consume.

Mix in gum arabic to the berry juices and mushroom juices until it forms a paste.

With a mortar and pestle, grind the robin's eggshell into a fine powder.

Retrieve the crystal clear water from the fridge, as well as iron mordant. Divide into several containers and dissolve varying amounts of iron into the water, or prepare as is necessary.

Add essential oil to the paste(s) until they take on a more liquid consistency. To deepen the color, add drops of iron dissolved in water. To brighten, sprinkle in robin's egg. Mix and combine until desired color is achieved.

When satisfied, allow ink to cool. Add pixie dust and a preservation spell, then bottle and store in a cool, dry place.

"Alright, that's everything."

Raven carefully peels off her blue nitrile gloves and disposes of them in the trash bin. She replaces them with her usual pair--black, to hide the ink stains.

Laid out on her writing desk are numerous containers and tools of her trade. Her prepared ingredients come in various hues of blue, and she has palette of primary colors on standby to temper it.

What I'm looking for is...

She closes her eyes and summons the image in her head.

A wind is blowing. A wind that dries her tears and lifts her up, up, and away. To the world that awaits, and everything beyond.

She sees it now.

The cloudless sky, so blue it's heartbreaking.

The color of endless possibilities.

Raven takes a deep breath--and, instead of Fate, she lets herself guide her hands.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Raven Crowley #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #Tale of the Cursed Raven #this one is short compared to the other installments #but that's okay #it's meant to be this way #we're so close to The End guys #eeeeeeeeeeeee

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emmawithtwoms · 22 days ago

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Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom

@wolfstarmicrofic day 30 -1000 words

“Tell me again, why are we doing this here?”

Remus was watching his friends brew some kind of potion, all three hunched over a cauldron.

“Because, dear Moony, nobody will ever come looking for us here.”

James answered him, and Remus genuinely thought that all the bulgers he took in head were starting to affect him.

“They will not look for us, in the middle of the day, openly in a bathroom, just in front of the entrance… Prongs are you sure you didn’t hit your head?”

James rolled his eyes, Sirius snickered and Peter lifted his head from the lizard livers he was chopping.

“Remus.. This is Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, nobody will come in here…”

Peter looked around in distress while saying that.

“Who?”

When Remus asked that, Peter’s blood drained from his face, while James snickered and Sirius groaned in annoyance.

“Please tell me she didn’t hear you…”

“I AM MOANING MYRTLE”

Remus screeched when the ghost of a girl yelled from the stall behind him.

“Obviously, I wouldn't expect you to know me. Who would ever care about the annoying, sad, ugly moaning Myrtle…”

The ghost rambled on and placed herself on the windowstill.

“Moony, did you really not know her? Everybody knows this is her bathroom.”

Sirius said while mixing the chopped livers in the potion.

“Well I’m sorry for not being familiar with the girls’ bathrooms guys…”

“Ohhhh, so you’re a gentleman, huh? We should thank you for not creeping around in the girls’ bathroom, huh? I should just banish you from here.”

“Oh come on, Myr, he didn’t mean it like that, you know it. Don’t be so mean��

Myr?? Since when was Sirius friends with the ghost?

“Oh, not you, Sirius darling, I wouldn’t dream of banishing you from here… In fact, you can come whenever you want, even after your death, we could share my stall”

WHAT?? Remus could believe what he was seeing.

That’s not true: Sirius flirting with someone to get what he wants is a daily occurrence. But still, a ghost inviting his boyfriend to share their haunting place???

“Well, thank you Myrtle, but I need my friends to finish this potion, I can’t do it alone, you see? So could you please forgive Remus? He doesn’t know what he’s saying”

“Oh, so he’s daft?”

“You could say that…”

And Sirius had the audacity to wink after that. Oh he was so gonna pay for it.

Remus got closer to his boyfriend, watching the potion from over his shoulder.

“So, love, what exactly is the potion you’re brewing in this beautiful bathroom?”

Sirius shot him a glare, but did not say anything about the pet name. He clearly understood what Remus was doing.

“We’re brewing a hallucinating potion to give to the Slytherins, they’re all gonna believe that they’re Dragons for a day. Did you bring the pixie dust?”

“Yes, I did, darling.”

Remus handed him a small vial, and Sirius poured it carefully in the cauldron.

“You know, you are so good at potions, you should consider taking it to a NEWT level”

Moony started playing with a loose strand of hair that fell from the bun Sirius tied them on.

“Yeah, well, if I wanna be a curse breaker I have to get my potion’s NEWT, so…”

“Oh, right, right, you’re gonna be a curse breaker, that’s so brave of you, dear.”

James and Peter were muffling their giggles with their hands while watching Remus blatantly flirt with his boyfriend and Myrtle narrowing her eyes at them.

“Remus, I know what you are doing, stop it.”

“But baby, I’m not doing anything…”

Sirius could feel the werewolf’s hands sliding on his waist, just the way he liked it, and placing his chin on his shoulder, so that his mouth was at Padfoot's ear level.

“Moons, stop it, you’re gonna get us in trouble with Myrtle.”

“Well, maybe next time you shouldn’t flirt with a ghost in front of your boyfriend, honey.”

“BOYFRIEND??? YOU ARE HIS BOYFRIEND????”

Myrtle was now livid with rage, she flew to them, floating right in front of their faces.

“Oh yeah, didn’t Padfoot tell you? We’ve been together for three months.”

James and Peter gave up trying to muffle their laughter, and they were now holding their stomachs looking at the scene that was unravelling in front of them.

“THREE MONTHS?? HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU LITTLE SCARRED LOSER TAUNT MY SIRIUS THAT WAY! YOU.. YOU… HOMEWRECKER!!”

“Wait, what? Homewrecker?”

It was not going as planned.

“GET OUT!”

Myrtle lifted her arm, and a menacing grumbling came from the stall behind Remus. Suddenly, gallons and gallons of water were being poured on his head, drenching him from head to toe, somehow not touching Sirius.

“Myrtle, darling, could you please not drown my boyfriend? I quite like him alive.”

The water stopped and Remus started sputtering.

“But Sirius, dear, he's getting between us!”

“I know Myrtle, but sadly I like him quite a lot, so could you forgive him? I am very happy with him. And you want me to be happy and smiling when you see me, right? Well, keeping Remus alive is the way to keep me smiling and funny.”

“Oh… ok Sirius. But if you ever became a ghost-”

“Then I promise you I will come share your toilet stall, Black’s word.”

“Mh. Then I guess the loser can stay alive. For now…”

“Thank you Myrtle, you’re a peach”

And with a last giggle, the ghost went back to her toilet.

“See? This is why you should have stopped, darling.”

Remus, who was now shivering, still wet and dripping, flipped him off.

“Oh Merlin, Wormy, we should have brought a camera!That was the funniest thing I have ever seen!”

James was still wheezing between laughter, and Wormtail could still not speak, trying to regain his breath.

“Come on guys, don’t taunt my darling lover this way, he was just a bit jealous. Right baby?”

“Fuck off. All of you.”

A.N: well, this wraps up November's Microfics!!!! Wooo hoooo!!! I hope you guys had fun reading them just as much as I had writing them. Can't wait for December Prompts!!!

#ao3 #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #ao3 fanfic #harry potter #fic #james potter #peter pettigrew #wolfstar microfic #wolfsatr microfics #sirius black x remus lupin #remus lupin x sirius black #padfoot x moony #sirius x remus

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who I think the characters would be best suited to

when you, their crush, is confused by their avatar body would include

⭑ Jake Sully ⇢ sfw alphabet

⭑ Neytiri ⇢ being her mate would include

⭑ Neteyam ⇢ being his mate would include

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⭑ Astarion ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Halsin ⇢ being his s/o would include

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⭑ Spike ⇢ w/ a tall and/or chubby gf would include

𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒖𝒕𝒚

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Who Is Your COD Soulmate?

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cod men as character archetypes

how you wake them up

random relationship headcanons

text story: you don’t want to do something while they’re on deployment

how they react to you falling asleep on them; pre-relationship

scary dog privledge

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⭑ John Price

⭑ Kyle Garrick ⇢ being in a relationship would include

⭑ Simon Riley ⇢ poly relationship w/ him & johnny ⇢ random relationship headcanons

⭑ Johnny MacTavish ⇢poly relationship w/ him & simon

⭑ König ⇢ random relationship headcanons

𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚

⭑ Ruhn Danaan ⇢ being his Mate would include

𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎

soulmate quiz

⭑ Boyd Stevens ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Jade Herrera ⇢ being his only friend would include

⭑ Kenny Liu ⇢ will they won’t they w/ kenny

⭑ Victor Kavanaugh ⇢ being his bestie would include

⭑ Randal Kirkland ⇢ being a nurse & his s/o

𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠

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what pets they’d have w/ you would include

who I think the characters would be best suited to

how they act when jealous (sandor & sansa only)

headcanons w/ your bonded dragon (pt.1)

headcanons w/ your bonded dragon (pt.2)

headcanons w/ your bonded dragon (pt.3)

⭑ Jaime Lannister ⇢ meeting your family for the first time would include

⭑ Podrick Payne ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Sandor Clegane ⇢ being in queen sansa’s council w/ him, your husband, would include

𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

how they react to their s/o using an Unforgivable Curse

how they react to their s/o getting into a fist fight would include

the gryffindors as fathers would include

what kind of music I think they’d listen to

domestic headcanons w/ the hp characters

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their pet names for you

⭑ Harry Potter ⇢ your wedding w/ him would include

⭑ Fred Weasley ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔

⭑ Johanna Mason ⇢ being her s/o would include

𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛

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first time with them would include (18+ post)

the characters falling in love with their enemy would include

the dragons as parents would include

⭑ Rhaenyra Targaryen ⇢ being married to her would include ⇢ being one of her Ladies in Waiting would include

⭑ Daemon Targaryen ⇢ being the rider of Vermithor and in a poly relationship w/ him & daemon would include

⭑ Aemond Targaryen ⇢ being the rider of Vermithor and in a poly relationship w/ him & daemon would include ⇢ with a plus size s/o would include

⭑ Otto Hightower ⇢ sfw alphabet

⭑ Cregan Stark ⇢ being Rhaenyra’s only daughter and marrying Cregan would include

⭑ Gwayne Hightower ⇢ being Gwayne’s dragonrider wife would include

⭑ Alys Rivers ⇢ being Alys’ best friend would include

⭑ Benjicot Bracken ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Balerion ⇢ being bonded would include

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎

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Which of The Last Kingdom Characters Is Your Soulmate?

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spending yule w/ them would include

⭑ Uhtred ⇢ being his warrior s/o would include

⭑ Sihtric ⇢ being your husband would include

⭑ Finan ⇢ loving you from afar would include

⭑ Osferth ⇢ with a s/o who is the opposite of him would include

⭑ Aldhelm

⭑ Aethelflaed

⭑ Eadith

⭑ Ragnar

⭑ Sigtryggr

⭑ Leofric

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⭑ Galadriel ⇢ being her human s/o would include

⭑ Legolas ⇢ seeing his knight s/o scars for the first time would include

⭑ Samwise ⇢ being a hobbit & his s/o would include

𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙 / 𝑀𝐶𝑈

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sharing a bed for the first time with the marvel characters would include

⭑ Valkyrie ⇢ sfw alphabet

⭑ Loki ⇢ w/ a plus size soulmate would include

𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

what kind of music I think the knights would listen to

how they would react to someone insulting their spouse

⭑ Merlin ⇢ comfort headcanons

⭑ Morgana ⇢ sfw alphabet ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & guinevere would include

⭑ Guinevere ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & morgana would include

𝑵𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒂

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Edmund, Peter, Caspian & Eustace fighting over you would include

𝑆𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 & 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒

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the crows and the one bed trope

how they act when the characters have a crush on you

⭑ Jesper Fahey ⇢ being his pirate s/o would include ⇢ snuggling w/ him would include

⭑ Nina Zenik ⇢ with a grisha best friend who has chronic pain would include

⭑ Genya Saffin ⇢ jealous headcanons

⭑ The Darkling ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐𝘩𝑦

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

their pet names for you

the one bed trope

what kind of person I think they’re best suited to

how they react to you punching someone in the face

𝑻𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒐

⭑ Jamie Tartt ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being Keeley’s s/o would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑇𝘩𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑠

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⭑ Porthos ⇢ being a healer and his s/o would include

⭑ Constance ⇢ being married to her would include

𝑇𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⭑ Stiles Stilinksi ⇢ being his witch s/o would include

𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⭑ Charlie ⇢ being in love with a female vampire would include

𝑃𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⭑ Captain Jack Sparrow ⇢ w/ a chaotic s/o who has been there since the very beginning would include

⭑ Tia Dalma ⇢ growing up in Port Royal & being her s/o would include

⭑ Syrena ⇢ being her best friend would include

𝑉𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

being in a secret relationship w/ them (rollo & ubbe only)

⭑ Bjorn ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include | how you met (pt.1)

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑑

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⭑ Michonne ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & Rosita would include

⭑ Rosita ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & Michonne would include

⭑ Negan ⇢ deciding that he only wants you as a wife would include

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑾𝒆 𝑫𝒐 𝑰𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔

⭑ Nadja ⇢ with a shy s/o would include

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓

⭑ Geralt ⇢ giving you a bath would include

𝑾𝑾𝑬

⭑ Rhea Ripley ⇢ nsfw alphabet

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