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thesilentgothitelle · 2 years

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So what is this AU? Well, both LoZ and PLA have a character who gets separated from someone they care about, and also complete retrograde amnesia. And we’re big fans of both, so the content basically writes itself. Here’s the rub:

Backstory:

In this timeline, sometime after Unova was founded by the twin heroes of Truth and Ideals, but before the original dragon split in two, the region was laid asunder by a mysterious beast from beyond their world called Necrozma. The dragon gifted two heroes the means to defeat it: the Hero of Ideals was gifted a sacred blade, and the Hero of Truth was blessed with a sacred power. The twin heroes oversaw the construction of four mechanical beasts, imbued with the souls of the four sacred Pokémon that gave their lives to protect the Pokémon of Unova, designed to be commanded by four individuals of exceptional skill. Artificial Pokémon known as Goletts and Golurks were also crafted. It was through these efforts that the twin heroes were able to defeat Necrozma, Sealing the beast away. Millennia would pass and Unova would go through many changes,and the history of Necrozma would fade into legend. Until one fateful day, when a prophecy was uncovered. Necrozma would one day return, and the twin descendants of Unova’s founders would be the ones to seal the beast away once more.

Basic rundown:

the story is set in a sort of Unova/Hyrule combo, using the B&W region map but, like, more fantasy

the Divine Beasts are Cobalion, Terrakion, Virizion, and Keldeo

the Master Sword is a dormant Hohnedge, or it’s modeled after a Hohnedge, depending on how you wanna interpret it

Emmet and Ingo fill the roles of Zelda and Link respectively, but since they’re twins they’re both princes

the king is Drayden, who is their Uncle and took over as regent when their parents died in their childhood

Elesa takes Impa’s role as the twins’ former mentor and is chillin’ 100 years older in Anville Town until Ingo gets there. She gets de-aged post-story through that handy de-aging rune so that she can live out her life with her besties

the champions post-Calamity are the Unova Elite Four from B&W, pre-Calamity are some original characters based on existing Pokémon characters

original Elite Four are: Hildegarde (ancestor of Hilda/Hilbert, the B&W protagonists), Alba (ancestor of Marshal), Peyx (ancestor of N), and Maelen (ancestor of Caitlin)

Reshiram, Zekrom, and Kyurem are worshiped as deities. each has their own sacred spring where their followers can offer their prayers. the three dragon Legendaries guard their respective springs, though they are believed to be the only creations/emissaries of the dragon gods, and not the gods themselves

Ingo after waking up is selectively mute both from anxiety and his fatal injury, but he can still talk out loud sometimes, he gets better at it as time goes on

Emmet can talk to him telepathically like Zelda can to Link in the original game

Ultra Beasts replace the monsters that you fight on the overworld

in this world, humans fight with weapons on their own, but keep Pokémon as sort of fighting partners/familiars who aid and defend them in battle

Ingo’s original Pokémon team is being held somewhere else and he does get them back at the end, but during his quest his team consists of Unova-native Pokémon that he catches (Mienfoo, Sigilyph, Tirtouga, Venipede, and Staldash which is an original Ghost/Fire-type variant of Rapidash and also the ghost of his former Rapidash)

Chandelure is the one who brought the Master Sword to Lostlorn Forest for repair and she chose to wait there for him instead of returning to the village

Ingo frees all four Divine Beasts before retrieving the Master Sword

his memories of Emmet and his previous life come back slowly, but they do come back

also. very important. yes trains do exist in this world, of course they do, and you’re welcome

More detailed order of events under the cut:

- While the twins are growing up, it wasn’t known which twin would have which role so they trained for both. After Ingo pulled out the Master Sword, they weren’t able to spend as much time together due to being pushed to focus on their individual training. - Ingo gradually became quieter after obtaining the master sword because the weight of his role forged him into the stoic, silent knight type. Emmett was increasingly upset at this.

- Meanwhile, Emmet practiced his permanent smile, learned to have refined control over his expressions and be the diplomat he was meant to be. He still kept his sentences clipped, but tried to maintain a sense of peace about him.

- They remained close, but it hurt to see how much each other was changing due to the pressures of their roles.

- - - - At some point the Golurks and Gollets are discovered and reactivated.

- Four of the most skilled individuals from across Unova were chosen to command the Divine Beasts, and were dubbed “the Elite Four”. - Upon Necrozma’s sudden return, it took possession of the Divine Beasts and the Golurks, killing the Elite Four and bringing devastation to Unova.

- Emmet finally awakens his sealing power, but too late: Ingo had been mortally wounded and has to be taken to the Shrine of Ho-oh. - Emmet faces Necrozma alone and seals both it and himself in Nimbasa castle.

- - - - 100 years later, Ingo wakes up with no memory in a ruined Unova. Now it is up to him to free the four Divine Beasts, find the sacred sword once more, and defeat Necrozma, while also trying to recover his lost memories.

- Ultra beasts have infested Unova due to Necrozma’s presence there, catching Pokemon became more widespread and mainstream over the 100 time gap, due to the protection they offer from the UB.

- The first Pokemon centers have popped up along roads people travel down.

- Some of the few survivors of the calamity are Elesa, who was friends with the twins 100 years ago, who now lives in Anville Town and is very old now; Professor juniper who is currently stuck as a teenager due to experimenting with an anti aging rune 10 years ago; and Professor Fennel, who is also very old.

- Despite, or maybe even because of the destruction it brought, Necrozma gained a following of its own, calling themself “Team Photon”. This villainous team has persisted for a century, despite their mediocrity.

- Team photon has two admins, Beryl and Spinel. Spinel was recruited into the team while Beryl was born into it.

- Beryl is eccentric, loud, and easily angered, while Spinel is generally apathetic, gloomy, and tired of listening to Beryl blabber.

- When Ingo first meets Prof Juniper in Nuvema Town, she fixes the Pokeslate’s camera and Pokedex features by putting a Rotom in it. This Rotom is an agent of chaos, it shouldn’t be trusted with bombs.

- - - KELDEO QUEST - Liberty Gardens survived the calamity, but due to Maelen’s death and the failure of the royal family to stop Necrozma, Maelen’s family shut Liberty Garden off from outsiders.

- During Ingo’s journey in the present, he finds a bunch of guardsmen searching for Caitlin.

Ingo ends up accidentally finding her, who ran off. - Like her ancestor Maelen, She also possesses uncontrollable psychic powers, but on a much more dangerous level. She also snuck off from her home because the Divine Beast vah Keldeo has been producing torrents of water, which threaten to sink the island, and her parents refuse to look for outside help.

- Ingo agrees to help Caitlin with Keldeo, and journeys to Liberty Harden. The residents of the island don’t really have a high opinion of the defunct royal family, but luckily do not recognize Ingo as a member of said family.

- Caitlin’s parents are stubborn and don’t want to accept help and they won’t allow Ingo to use the only boat that can get close enough to Keldeo, so Ingo has to prove himself by taking out the Xurkitree that have holed up in one of the coves. - While clearing out the cove, ingo finds a neat rock and keeps it (psst…that’s Tirtouga).

- Caitlin manages to get them to allow Ingo to use the boat. Ingo uses the boat to board the divine beast and free both it and Maelen’s spirit by defeating Aurora Sabre Necrozma.

- - - VIRIZION QUEST - After returning to the mainland, Ingo travels to Aspertia Village on the advice of Professor Juniper, where he meets Professor Fennel. - While he’s there she notices the rock he picked up and realizes it's a Cover Fossil. Using an ancient device, she is able to resurrect the fossil and Mink the Tirtouga joins the party.

- Divine Beast Vah Virizion is causing Pinwheel Forest to overgrow, turning into a mess of vegetation that threatens to overtake and consume Nacrene Village.

- Ingo ends up in Nacrene on his journey, meeting Lenora who upon realizing he has a Pokeslate, believes him to be a descendant of the old royal family. - since Ingo needs to board Virizion, she points him in the direction of Shauntal, a local novelist who accidentally figured out how to get close to the divine beast without getting hit with its sleep spores, while wandering the forest for inspiration for her next book.

- Ingo finds Shauntal near the outskirts of Pinwheel Forest, she is injured. She had gone into the forest, gotten ambushed by a swarm of Kartana, and been separated from her partner Pokemon. - Ingo enters the forest to help find her Pokemon, and while searching catches a runt Venipede, and BB the Venipede joins the party. - He eventually finds the Chandelure, which triggers some faint memories of his own partner.

- After reuniting Chandelure with its trainer, Shauntal shows Ingo the key to getting close to Virizion, a mask made of Petilil leaves. It’s crafting one of these that triggers a memory of Peyx for Ingo.

- Using this trick, Ingo is able to board Virizion and free it and Peyx’s spirit by fighting Twilight Rapier Necrozma.

- - - - At some point, while visiting a Pokemon center, Ingo hears a rumor about a ghostly steed wandering the hills, few have seen the skittish specter, though others claim to have been saved from UB attacks by the strange Pokemon.

- He ends up encountering this mysterious Pokemon one night, a skeletal Rapidash with purple-blue flames. Unexpectedly, the Pokemon seemed very fond of him. - Though very confused by this behavior, Ingo allows the Staldash to tag along.

- Much later, ingo begins to remember that before the calamity, he had had a Rapidash named Louis that he got separated from at some point. - Unbeknownst to him, Staldash and his old Rapidash are one and the same. After being separated from her trainer at the start of the Calamity, Rapidash wandered the region and died, but her desire to reunite with its trainer allowed her to cling to the world as a ghost type.

- - - TERRAKION QUEST - Desert Resort has become untraversable, due to the sandstorms Terrakion generates. - Ingo arrives in Alba’s hometown and learns that she used to own an artifact known as the go-goggles which could allow someone to withstand sandstorms, but it was stolen by Team Photon. They say another wanderer had offered to get them back from Team Photon but had yet to return.

- Ingo travels to Team Photon’s HQ in Relic Castle, and finds some Team Photon grunts harassing a wild Sigilyph. After defeating the grunts, Railway the Sigilyph joins the party.

- Afterwards he meets Marshal, the other wanderer. Marshal is a descendant of Alba and had grown up hearing stories of his ancestor, which spurred his quest to get stronger.

- Ingo and Marshal enter Relic Castle and separate to try and look for the go-goggles. Ingo faces the Team Photon admins one last time before facing the team leader Moissanite. After defeating Moissanite, Ingo retrieves the go-goggles, which triggers a memory of Alba.

- Using the go-googles, Ingo is able to board Terrakion and free it and Alba’s spirit by fighting Comet Claymore Necrozma.

- - - COBALION QUEST - After the Calamity, the people of Lacunosa had to build walls to protect their town from UB, which would go into a frenzy at the sound of Cobalion’s cries. - With no one able to look after the spring, Kyurem ending up getting possessed by Necrozma and cutting off Victory Road with ice and without knowing what befallen the dragon, the town began to fear the creation of their god.

- Ingo travels to Lacunosa Town and is told that Cobalion is at the end of Victory Road, but the way is blocked by ice. - another traveler by the name of Grimsley, son of a merchant family that went bankrupt, tells him how to get to the Spring of Absolution. Ingo frees Kyurem from its possession, which triggers a memory of Hildegarde.

- While traversing Victory Road, Ingo finds a lone Mienfoo facing off against a Naganadel. After saving the little critter, it runs off, but later returns to help him fight a Guzzlord. Talgo the Mienfoo joins the party.

- After reaching the summit, Ingo is able to board Cobalion and free it and Hildegarde’s spirit after defeating Nova Falchion Necrozma.

- - - The Master Sword rests in Lostlorn forest and is looked after by Alder, a cryptid of a man who has been around for millennia, who is supposed to be watching the sword but sometimes wanders off, leaving his Volcarona to guard it.

- Ingo enters the forest to retrieve the Master Sword and finds his Chandelure there waiting for him; Emmet had asked it to take the sword there 100 years ago, and it decided to stay and wait for its trainer. They are happily reunited.

- Now the only thing left to do is make the journey to Nimbasa Castle, face Necrozma, and free his brother.

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And thats the botw au! If you guys have anymore questions about this au, don't be afraid to send an ask

#submas #pokemon #pokemon black and white #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #au #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #subway master nobori #subway master kudari

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arduadastra · 3 years

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Drabble idea for one Mr. Din Djarin… an innocent game of hide n’ seek gone wrong, because Din just can’t seem to find the damn reader… panic ensues… and the reader is just like chillin’, watching a frazzled bounty hunter from high up in a tree or from the Crest’s cockpit because they managed to bounce back without getting caught? Din’s reaction to finally finding the reader too, please (I imagine it’s a cross between ‘tell me exactly how you did what you did for future reference’ and ‘we are never doing that ever again holy maker you gave me a heart attack’). Thank you!

I loved the idea of this anon - I hope I did it justice! I could gladly write more of this !!

Want your own? My asks are always open and I write for Din, Ezra, Frankie, Oberyn, Max Phillips, Whiskey and Javi <3

Warnings: mild panic attack

Din had never felt so fucking scared in all his life.

He had fought Moff Gideon, hunted the vilest men to the ends of the earth, had almost died countless times but the idea of losing you?

That terrified him.

He didn’t like even the idea of this in the first place but you had been so excited and he couldn’t bare to say no to you. But he was regretting that decision. It had been hours now. It was getting dark and he still had no fucking clue where you are.

That in itself was maddening, he was a bounty hunter. He found people for a living and yet he couldn’t find you?

Thousands of scenarios had already been through in his head, some accident, a random floater finding you or maker forbid you were lying dead somewhere all because his fucking scanner isn’t working.

While his scanner wasn't all he used when hunting, it was a huge part of it and for some reason it wasn't showing heat signatures anymore.

Din knew he was good at finding people, it’s what he’s been doing his whole life and he knows you like the back of his hand and yet he can’t figure out why it’s taken him this long. He had tried to think like you, travelling into the depths of the forest and trying to guess your steps but still...nothing.

And he hated it.

He stalks back the way he came, glancing up at the treetops as he went, his usual calm demeanour when finding bounties long gone as he becomes more desperate to get even a hint as to your location.

He needed to find you. He needed to know you were safe and you weren’t unless you were with him. What if this was a ruse? An elaborate trap to allow your escape from him? He wouldn't blame you, his life was dangerous but now he knew what his existence would be like with you he didn't like the idea of solitude anymore.

Din was frantic now, pushing past branches and tripping over easily missable roots in a panic to find you. He called out for you as he pounded the ground and swept his surroundings but all he heard were his own plea's echoed back to him.

Din paused gasping for breath as he hunched over by a tree and smacked the trunk in frustration. "Fuck..." He was better than this.

He had no choice. He had to return to the crest and start looking from the air.

He huffed, to think, hide and seek was supposed to be fun.

** Unbeknownst to him, you sat safely back in the cockpit of the crest. You had dropped hints endlessly at how far you could get without him finding you when in actuality you had hidden just inside the opposite tree line. You knew his ego would drive him for a least a few miles, his determination to prove you wrong too strong for him to realise your true plan.

Once you saw Din disappear you waited a few minutes before creeping back aboard the ship to await his return. Though, it had been a few hours now and you were almost ready to go out and find him yourself when you heard the loud thumping of beskar on the crest ramp.

You held your breath as you heard Din ascend the ladder before you heard the door behind you slide open and his footsteps stopped. You slowly turned to face him with a massive grin on your face.

“Hey, took you long enough!”

Din just stood there, you noticed his chest was rising and falling at a rapid speed and he was coiled tight from his feet to the tip of his helm. He dropped his hand from the control switch and just stared.

“You’re….You’re…” Din couldn’t find the words. Five seconds ago he was sure you were dead and now here you are smiling at him in his own pilot seat. He can’t seem to find relief as his whole body thrums with panicked adrenaline and he sags against the cockpit doors.

Sensing something’s wrong you hop off the chair and grab Din’s biceps to help steady him, “Woah there, you good?”

Din shakes his head and grabs you desperately, pressing you into his chest, “shit, fu- FUCK…I can’t breathe…I can’t…” Din’s body felt white-hot, too enclosed in his armour and he wanted to rip it off but the thought of letting you go just sent him spiralling further.

“I coul- I couldn’t find…find you…I thou-thought you were..Gaa’tayl…gota’la…”

“Din I don’t speak mando’a you gotta help me out here babe.” You sighed and brought your hands to the sides of his helmet, forcing his gaze to you, "I’m okay I’m good, I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Din gasped and his arms found their way around your waist as he gripped you, “How…How did you..”

“I knew you’d use the scanner, I spent some time last night re-routing some of the wirings, easily fixable but I hoped you wouldn’t notice until we started. Then all I had to do was double back and hunker down,” you smiled up at him, “guess it worked?”

He was shaking still but his breathing was deeper, slower. He tightened his grip on you, “Never again. Fuck, never again cyar'ika .”

You laugh to yourself, if this is what it takes to rile up your stoic bounty hunter, you may consider hiding from him more often.

#din djarin #din damn djarin #din djarin fic #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandolorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian #the mandalorian smut #mando #mando x reader #mando x you

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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Let Chaos Reign

Chapter 4- People Of Earth

Summary: On the run from the Avengers in your search for a way off Earth, you meet some mortal annoyances along the way until a certain blue eyed human is able to find you wandering in the forest. But can he convince you to come back to the Avenger’s base with him?

Warning: action, blood, fighting, Bucky doing his best, slight fluff

Masterlist - Chapter 3

So Bucky had been thinking.

If finding Y/N was only as easy as looking at her red dot on the tracker, then damn, he could just teleport to her no problem. Unfortunately the worlds technology hasn't yet reached Star Trek technological advancements, nor can he teleport. It's been a long hectic couple days trying to find her which is starting to drive Bucky up a wall, how is she so sneaky? He can literally see her location at all times but yet she's evaded him at all costs without even trying, she doesn't even know a tracker is attached to the inside of her jacket.

And the team, they haven't been much help at all. They've decided to listen to Fury's orders and stay clear of Bucky's mission when it comes to finding the escaped demigod and bringing her back to the Avenger's base. A lot of help they are. At least Steve checks in for updates when he's not getting pulled into a training session by any particular person of the hour. Maybe the tracker doesn't even work. Maybe?

No, it's Stark made. It has to work, this problem is simply Y/N.

Bucky pulls off to the side of the road near a little park in some rural town way outside of New York City where he knows Y/N went through not even twenty-three hours ago. He opens his door, slamming it shut in frustration before taking in a big breath of fresh air. The day is slightly overcast yet he doesn't appear to mind it at all, having the hot sun blaring down upon him never feels very pleasant. Then again, maybe he's just more familiar with colder temperatures.

A crow flies down across the vacant road from him, it ignores Bucky as it jumps onto the road in order to pick at some road kill of a dead flattened squirrel. Bucky reverts his gaze when his eyes soon land upon a bent wooden telephone line further up the road where it looks like a car ran right into it. Wanting to stretch his legs for a bit and feed into his curiosity, Bucky jogs across the street and over to the area of flattened grass and wood splinters.

He observes the wreckage. Its just as he saw from farther away, a splintered post with pieces of wood spread across the grass from the impact. A couple glass chunks shimmer in the few rays of sunlight peeking out from behind the clouds. There are tire marks imprinted into the mudded ground leading up to the post, he crouches down to get a better look at the source of impact.

A dog barks in the background, its legs getting closer and closer to Bucky until a wet slobbery nose finds its way onto Bucky's right arm. The face of a golden retriever greets him as a young man races to the spot looking very embarrassed.

"Trout! Get away from the man, be nice! Be nice! He might not want your kisses!" He shouts desperately, "Trout!"

Bucky pets the friendly dog while his owner runs to their spot before standing to greet him, "He's fine, don't worry about it."

The red faced man smiles shyly, "I'm so sorry. He gets so excited whenever there's a stranger around I just don't understand it."

Bucky shakes his head, "It's fine, really. I like dogs."

The dog sniffs around Bucky's boots before sniffing the skid marks, "Oh I'm Gio by the way, sorry about my boy Trout. I love him but he can be a lot."

"Hi." Mutters Bucky, "I'm James."

"Nice to meet you..oh..Trout drop that piece of wood you nucklehead it's sharp!" The dog stops before dropping the wood, it starts sniffing around the grounds again. Gio looks at Bucky, "It's too bad what happened here, just last night too. Thank God nobody died! It's just unfortunate."

"What happened?"

Gio nods towards the splintered pole, "Some nutcase ran out in front of the guy driving and then bam, he just swerved to miss 'em and ended up totaling his car and getting a bruised collar bone. He's my neighbor. Poor guy, never got a proper look at the idiot who did it either so there's no one to blame."

Bucky's brows furrow, "No one saw who ran in front of your friend?"

Gio stops a second to think harder on the matter, "Hmm...okay wait a second Nick did say this person moved like faster then a frickin' deer. They were here one second and gone the next, right into the woods."

"Where is Nick now? Is he okay?"

"Oh yeah he's fine, just chillin' in his hospital bed for another day until his headache goes away. Guess he also got a concussion or something, some shit luck I tell you."

"Thank you, I gotta go." Says Bucky quickly before turning on his heels and jogging across the street. Leaving a very confused Gio to go run after his dog again.

There's a hefty possibility that Y/N had absolutely nothing to do with anything surrounding that crash, however, Bucky has to know. He pulls into the Westonville Hospital before Winter Soldier sneaking his way inside and now here he stands on the other side of the door to Nick's room, 213. He knocks, a man answers and says to come in, Bucky does. Shutting the door right after.

The man lays upright in bed, sipping on a juice box as he quickly locks eyes with Bucky. "Hello." Says the twenty-something year old, "You a nurse?"

Bucky could have laughed, "No. Just here to ask you a couple questions."

"Listen man, the police already got my statement. I wasn't drunk...nor on anything at the time. I don't do that shit while driving, I wanna stay alive okay?"

"Right." Mutters Bucky, "I just want to know if you saw this person who caused you to wreck."

He eyes Bucky suspiciously, "Dude are you with the FBI or something? Cause the police think I just saw a deer but I'm telling you it wasn't a deer okay?"

"What was it then?"

The man looks from the door then back to Bucky, he makes a waving motion for him to walk closer, "Dude, this was some lady. She was so fast I never even saw her till she was almost road kill...then....and you're not gonna believe me....then I swear to God, she pushed my car." Whispers Nick before nodding, "Dude that's how I went into the pole, she pushed me and I lost control and BAM! Right into a pole. Asshole, my damn car is fucked."

"Do you know what she looked like?" Nick then proceeds to give an accurate description of you and all your beautiful chaotic-ness, who's apparently still not very fond of human transportation vehicles.

Bucky then glances from Nick still rambling about you and what a dickhead you must be, to the window showing the woods and half a parking lot. He can't let you escape him again, you might end up killing someone next time and that absolutely cannot happen.

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Stupid men! Stupid humans getting in your way! These people are irritating and bothersome, all you wanted was to search for the Ancient One in peace. All you want is to find her and get the fuck off this planet so you can confront your brother and...

"Miss are you okay?" A scratchy voice speaks to you from the car to your left, you turn your head to meet the face of a young woman looking at you with kind eyes, "You need a ride?"

"No."

She gives you a look, your appearance is admittedly more roughed up then you would like, but it's been a rough couple days since your last shower and you're technically on the run from Earth's Avengers. "You sure? I got room in here, and a nice place to stay with food and a shower too. Just tryna be nice to someone who looks like they could use a hand." You look like you could use a hand to the face.

Your brows furrow, she reeks of too much perfume and something else, "What kind of food?" You technically do need a ride and this may be your only chance to get one somewhere away from this place in the middle of nowhere. Also a place to stay for the night would be admittedly very nice considering you've been sleeping in trees and behind people's sheds.

Her eyes light up in surprise, "Anything you want. Just tell me and I got you."

"Good."

She unlocks the door, "Come on in. I'm Ava by the way. Nice to meet you, now I hope you don't mind but back at my place I got a couple roommates. But don't worry they come and go, they won't bother you I promise." You don't believe her, but hop in next to her anyways. She looks like she could use a better friend then whoever she stays with. You can smell at least one of them on her.

She gives you a strange faltering smile when you take notice of a nose piercing; she wears a jacket and jeans, although an odd tattoo showing off some line of numbers keeps itself on her right wrist hidden by some colorful bracelets. All in all she is an attractive woman. But her car is no better then her person, the scent is vulgar and repulsive but you're admittedly too hungry to care. Too much perfume.

The ride to her apartment complex takes about twenty minutes, in this time Ava has explained to you how her favorite food, chicken alfredo, is made. She also won't stop looking at the long mirror above your heads, it's like something keeps drawing her attention but there's nothing behind the car of any important significance. Maybe that's just a human thing?

Eventually she takes a couple turns that passes more street stores, houses, and apartments until she drives near a gas station and takes a left for an apartment building of reddish brick that looks like a shitty castle.

It's nestled within the town, with its rear to a small park, oddly enough she claims you can see the city from the roof. Getting out, you watch as she shuts her door before jogging to the back and pulling out a couple groceries. "Oh hey there, can you get the waters, there's like three packs here but we can come back for them later."

You quickly walk to the back of her trunk and lean down to pick up all three waters with ease, her eyes go big, "Oh wow..okay yeah, that'll work." She shuts the back, you begin following her across the parking lot. Stomach growling.

Her wary eyes fall onto you, "So uh, you lift?"

"No."

She nods, "Cool cool, uh you from around here?"

"No."

"Okay cool, I am, well not originally...I was actually from Arizona but then I ran away when I was thirteen because my home life was pretty shit and then I met my boyfriend Jed and he took me here and..." Her face shifts into a frown before it regains it's half smile once more, "Doesn't matter now I guess, it's not fantastic here...with him. But I got a place to stay and a roof over my head and he gets me anything I want really. So it's not so bad."

You can't help but feel somethings not right with her, and this bothers you deeply, "So uh, how's your lover? Jed."

She frowns, "Oh he's nice....I wouldn't say lover I guess....and he's kinda older then me but it's fine really. You might see him, he comes and goes yunno?"

She opens the glass doors for you to walk inside, the area smells of stale air and smoke, "How old?"

She purses her lips together, "Not that much older, I'm seventeen he's just a little above that. But it works for us, he's got me a nice place and he loves me so that's nice." Her smile falters, you can tell something isn't right here but can't quite place your finger on it.

Ava keeps silent for the rest of the trek upstairs until she leads you down a long hallway to a tall white door reading A8 on the front, a small glass porthole in the center. She gets her keys out, "Try not to touch anything, he doesn't like messes okay? Just uh, follow me okay, he might have a friend here."

"Alright then. Proceed." She gives a little nod before unlocking the door and opening it up to reveal a large apartment as clean as a button, with the exception of a few tall thin glass bottles empty of all liquid laying on the short glass table in the lounging area. A large screen is on showcasing something of little importance to you.

Ava sets the groceries on the kitchen counter before racing over to the short table, "Oh sorry about the mess, please just set the waters down by the trash can. Give me a moment." You look down to find a tall thin metal can, doesn't look like a trash can but you set the three cases of water down anyways.

Standing in the middle of her kitchen she hastily rushes in to drop the bottles in the trash can, "I'll put the stuff away, do you-do you want anything?"

"Whatever gives me enough strength to continue on my journey."

"Right. Yeah okay uh we got," She opens up the fridge, "we got some burritos from last night. And fruit....a lot of beer....you don't want that. Here, I'll heat this up for you okay." She shuts the fridge and takes the assumed burrito to another square object hanging from the wall. She pops open the door before placing the food inside and shutting it.

She turns it on. "What is that device?" You ask a sit makes a strange vacuum sound.

She raises a brow, "A microwave." Voice on the tinge of humor, the microwave beeps and she soon opens it back up. "Here ya go! It's a day old so don't worry, still fresh."

She hands it to you, you look down at the warm thing wrapped in a brown paper, "Appreciated."

Your meal is well received and admittedly pretty delicious, once finished do you walk over to the giant glass window to have a look outside, you can see the tops of many trees and farther away across the greenery lays a city just as Ava had spoken of.

Maybe the Ancient One resides somewhere in there, hidden, but within the ginormous labyrinth of steel, cement, and glass. Farther down the hallway a door swings open and the pattering of bare feet is heard walking down the tiled floors of shiny white. This place really is clean, like a small palace for the mortals.

The man stops at the end of the halls archway though you don't care to look at him, "Ava who's the bitch over there? I thought Jed wasn't buying anymore for a few weeks." Whispers the man to the kind woman, Ava, who stands frozen in the kitchen.

You immediately don't like him, but stay your ground to listen, she whispers back, "She's a friend. Needed somewhere to stay for a day or so."

He walks over to her, "He's gonna be pissed when he sees your new friend here. If she's not here to sell, get her the fuck out before your man comes home tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yeah tonight. His trip to Vegas ended yesterday, he's on his way. Don't you know how time works?"

She shakes her head, "Guess I just forgot is all. I'll make sure she's gone."

He looks over to give you a proper once over, you can hear his heartbeat quicken, "Not too bad either. Nice ass, she looks good..real good, it's a damn shame she's not here to stay for the fun. I wouldn't mind a couple of rounds with her myself."

Your fists clench, you've had enough of this jabbering animal, "Oh really?" You turn around to watch as his eyes go wide when they take notice of the golden color of your irises, "What filth you spill off of that thing you call a mouth is repulsive and disgusting. Who are you may I ask?"

He quickly retains his swagger once again, he takes a step forward, "I'm Jed's right hand man, Antonio, I run this bitch when he's away and I don't like how you're talking to me."

"I'm not entirely fond of your existence. Leave us, I want to speak with Ava alone."

Antonio's face shows bewildered rejection, "Excuse me?"

You take a threatening step forward, "I don't believe my tongue slipped. You heard me correctly. Leave." He keeps still as a statue, mind still processing your words. Clearly no on had ever bothered to talk to him like this before.

He blinks and points a hand up for emphasis, "No whore tells me what I can and can't do in my own goddamn house!" He immediately rushes past Ava to grab something under the kitchen bar.

She gasps in surprise, "Tony no! Don't do this! Put it away she didn't mean it, she doesn't I swear! I swear!"

He walks back around to shove her into the couch, "Shut up." He throws up his arm to reveal a black hand held object that could be nothing else but a small gun, you stare at it in curiosity, expression interested and unfazed.

He doesn't like that, he tilts the gun at you angrily, "What's up now huh! You ain't telling me to do nothin' I run this fucker up in here! So you're gonna fuckin' listen to me you whore! I'll fu.." Antonio's body stiffens, his eyes go wide as saucers when he realizes he's not able to move, not able to speak.

Hands kept to your sides, you curl the fingers of your right hand to bloodbend this imbecile. Moving this hand to the right, Antonio's grasp is forced open and the gun clatters to the floor. "What are you doing!?" Shouts Ava fearfully.

"Teaching a dog a lesson."

Curling the fingers of your other hand, Antonio is forced to walk in staggered painful steps across the carpet at your will, Ava gasps in fright as she watches your little horror show. "Men don't treat their people like animals, you want to act like a beast. Then you'll be one."

His throat makes a dry crackly sound as he tries to scream when you move your hands to orchestrate a new action, Antonio is forced to his knees where he crawls like a dog across the clean carpet. A frightened man he becomes, his movements choppy and forced, body awkward and stiff as he moves on all fours. Proud of your work, you walk over to the man and crouch down to reach his level, "You see, the universe has created us all for a reason. Whether we are powerful or not, that control we have can be taken as it can be given."

He mumbles a reply that cannot be heard properly even by your hears.

"You know of your power?" He shakes his head as you smirk, "Your strength is built from fear and hatred. That is no way to find your place in the world, that is how tyrants lead."

Drool runs down the side of his mouth as his eyes look up to you pleadingly. "Stop it! You're hurting him!" Shouts Ava.

You give Antonio a pitiful look, "I know. And this creature deserves more then I'm willing him to do, but because you've gained my respect. I will release him." Standing, you flick your hands and Antonio is released from your trance. He coughs and sputters in a curled up heap on the floor like a beaten old dog.

"Pathetic." You mutter dryly as Ava breaths heavily from the couch.

"Wh-what are you?" She whispers, "Are you a witch?"

"No. But I am someone who is done with this place." You give her a respectful tilt of your head, "Ava, I thank you for your hospitality, but I must leave." She watches as you take one last look around the room before walking towards the closed door. Turning the handle you're prepared to exit when she screams. "Antonio no!"

Boom!

The bullet stops three inches from the back of your head, whipping around to face your assailant, he fires two more rounds as you halt the bullets in their tracks. He registers what's happening and quickly chooses to pull the trigger again. As a plethora of steel flies your way, you raise an open palm that causes them all to freeze in place.

The room goes deathly silent before Antonio takes a single step and you've sent all five bullets straight through his vulnerable flesh. Blood flies across the walls as he slumps to the ground while Ava gasps in terror, too afraid to make a sound.

You frown, gaze set on Ava, "I'm sorry I had to do this in front of you. He gave me no choice, but I think this loss will not be mourned over." Your golden eyes flicker back down at the bullet ridden body, "A quick death is more then he deserved. So long Ava, be brave."

The door opens.

"What the fuck happened here?!" Speaks a man most certainly in his late thirties as he sets something on the ground, "Who's this bitch?"

Ava's expression shifts to fear as you let out a tired sigh, eyes set to the man you know as Jed, "An old friend." ——

Crouched down by a river, you rub off flecks of blood that dissipate into the murky water like forgotten memories. You just wanted to eat and rest a while as you gathered your thoughts. But here you are, you've killed two humans and have damaged a couple busses in the process of it all. Not to mention that one car the other night...at least that man kept his life.

This realm is complicated and busy, there's not enough wilderness to hide in and there are certainly too many prying eyes that can catch you with their small square devices easier then you'd like. Thankfully Ava had not seen your rampage on the internet so she wasn't able to instantly recognize you. Then again you weren't wearing your armor.

However your eye color certainly doesn't aid you in finding a way into the city close by, that's still too far for your liking, people will undoubtedly stare. At this point you don't trust a single soul, and anyone close enough to see your face would most likely report you to the authorities in an instant.

Your goal has been thwarted one too many times and that shit does not fly with you one bit. Find the Ancient One, have her open a portal to your realm, and from there kick your brothers ass. It's all very simple, well at least it should be. Stupid Midgardians.

Hrrrrr Hrrrrrrrr! A loud horn blares from within the woods to your back right, twisting around and standing at attention, your fists emit flame when a huge lumbering mass of metal rolls through the trees practically making the ground shake.

It sounds like a tiny thunderstorm, you've never seen anything like it except for when you where in Norway but that vehicle was significantly smaller and less loud. "God this place is insufferable." You mutter, annoyed by the less then peaceful atmosphere of Midgard.

So far you've evaded the watchful eyes of the Avengers for the past three days and have gotten nowhere on your quest for vengeance. And now this thing just adds to your stirred up pot of frustration.

Taking a breath, you decide to wander through the trees until you've found the tracks where that metal vessel was drawing its power from, oddly enough the steel bars attached to plates of wood does not give off energy. Strange.

Figuring it must be the vehicle itself, you sway your mind from pondering the idea as your thoughts drift to that of home and the necklace hidden around your neck. This valued object was your dying mother's, a heirloom of your linage, and a damn powerful piece of jewelry.

But your brother and his wicked ideas, he wanted to use it for his grant thoughts of tyranny and power over the nine realms. A fool, no one could ever claim such a feat, no place needs rules like such from one being calling all the shots. It's madness.

It's insane.

Shaking your head, you keep following down the tracks as you listen to the sounds of cars in the far off distance. Birds chirp and flutter by while minding their business in the forest, although you could have sworn you heard a soft thud in the dirt behind you. A shuffle of stones maybe?

A deer perhaps? No, this is no deer; halting your trek to the city, you place your hands upon your hips before slowly turning around, "I'd expected as much. You are a clever man after all....Bucky."

The dark haired man greets you with a shy grin as he stands there off to the side of the tracks, dressed in casual attire like that when you saw him in Norway. He seems genuinely happy to see you, "I wish I could stay away." Replies Bucky in a playful tone, "But you've killed two human traffickers and I gotta make sure you don't hurt anyone else. Even if they deserve it."

You scoff, "I could end your life right now if I wanted to, kill all your friends next and then burn this world to ash and dust trying to get what I want. No matter the cowards I've killed."

He shrugs, "That sounds harsh. I'd rather you didn't actually, kinda like being alive." He's such a smartass in the best way, yet you hold back a smile to keep your noble aurora about you.

"Fair point I suppose. This Earth may be greatly flawed, but I have no qualms with the people here but that of my own business."

"Right. Your own business, finding the Ancient One and dealing with your brother and all that stuff." Nods Bucky, "Y/N, you know we could help you..."

"I don't need it! I'll find my way through this planet myself. Alone!" You shout, causing the trees to creak and moan from a surplus of wind that blows Bucky's hair about. He knows what you're capable of, but he has to try and persuade you anyways.

He looks almost apprehensive to approach you, "Y/N please. I know we all got off on the wrong foot, probably by a lot. But my friends are good people, we want to help you find what you're looking for. I promise you that." Says Bucky with a pleading look, "No lies. I promise."

You give him a conflicted glare as you think of your options; he found you somehow, he legitimately wants to help, and you desperately need a way off this damn planet. Maybe they do know a way, maybe they'll actually be able to help you, maybe Bucky is truthful?

He goes to take a step forward when you throw a hand out, "Stop." He keeps still as you take a breath, "Bucky, you give me your word?"

"I do."

"Promise!"

Raising his hands up, he gives you a sincere look, "I promise Y/N."

Taking a long moment to think over his words, you finally nod, "Good." He watches as you walk across the tracks until you're within a couple feet of him, he swallows, unsure if you might have just lied and are about to set him on fire. Instead he's relieved when you gift him a tight lipped grin, "Fine then, let us leave this place."

"Awesome.....yeah, okay good...well I'm parked back that way. We can just walk on the tracks instead of through the woods. Easier that way." He takes a couple steps back the way you came, when you don't move does Bucky stop and reach a hand out for you to take, "I'm not going to hurt you Y/N, I promised I'd help you remember?"

"I haven't forgotten." You quickly answer him.

"Good because I intend to keep it." He smiles softly, beautiful stormy blues focused all on you with a gloved hand ready for you to take.

You shake your head before walking past him, "Fine but I'm not shaking your hand."

Bucky chuckles to himself as he watches you practically swagger down the side of the tracks away from him. Quickly does he break from his staring trance to jog over to your side. The two of you walk for a little ways in complete silence until you glance over at him when your curiosity gets the better of you. There's just one tiny question you still need answered, "Well, how'd you find me?"

Bucky holds back a grin, "Your pocket." He points down towards your jackets pocket. Giving him a look of confusion, you reach down and feel inside for whatever he's on about, suddenly your fingers touch something round and metal attached to the inside wall.

Taking a hold of this odd device, you tug it loose before bringing your hand into the open, "What the hell is this?" You ask.

Bucky reaches out to take the object from you, he holds it up, "This. Is a tracker."

"That thing? It's like a thick coin, how does it manage to do such a feat?"

"Technology, radio waves. It's not my design, but with it I was able to follow where you went. Granted you're more elusive with your traveling then I'd first realized, but it did it's job...and now I'm here."

"Yes, now you're here. Maybe you really are braver then I first thought, or just a plain fool. I could have stuck to my word and killed you." You snap your fingers, "Just like that."

He chuckles, "I had a feeling you wouldn't."

"Oh really? What made you assume I would be merciful?"

"When we met for the first time in Norway, and later at the base. You didn't hurt me, well I guess I should say you didn't try and squeeze the life out of me. Or set me on fire.."

"I set your jacket on fire." You point out as he smiles.

"You did. I liked that jacket too." Muses Bucky, "Still, you let me live both times. Even let my friends live too, Y/N, I don't think you're so bad at all."

You hum in thought, "Your words are kind and humbling. But I do not feel worthy of such claims." He has no idea who you are, what you've done. So much he doesn't know.

Bucky frowns, "Why not?"

"I have done nothing but add more chaos to this realm with my existence here, I have been betrayed and for that I was filled with rage taken out on innocent people living their lives. I want to be worthy of what you say I am, but I am not." His heart hurts at your valiantly honest words, if only he could understand completely.

"Believe me Y/N, you aren't nearly as bad as you think you are. There's been way worse people throughout history here before you ever showed up."

"I believe your words though my personal occurrence's chance to lessen these people compared to what I have done centuries ago. Do not misinterpret all of what I speak, I understand there are always beings harming others for their own sick pleasure, however I did not frighten for enjoyment. Quite the opposite."

He could just about give up his metal arm forever just to know what the hell you're talking about. What kind of life did you live before all of this? Bucky soon takes out a small square device with his one gloved hand, "I trust your word on that. And hopefully we're able to help you...I just gotta get us a ride out of here first." He turns on a black screen and slides his finger across to unlock, "I have where I parked pin pointed via another tracker."

"You don't recall where you've come from?"

"Yeah, I mean no..no, I do remember the direction I came in, it's just I was running so fast to find you I forget exactly where my car is. Don't worry this will only take a moment."

Holding back a grin at the way he muddles around on that screen of his, you divert your gaze elsewhere to look around at the trees and other various greenery spread about as usual on a planet such as this one. It's fascinating, almost like that of your home world in Vanaheim. How you miss that place. The vast mountains spread throughout the landscape, huge lumbering trees taller then the cellphone towers you've passed, and great skies of blue where dragons fly at will.

Suddenly a stick cracks in the trees to your right, you turn while Bucky pays little attention, a crow flies out and into the blue sky it goes. Easy now, just a bird, nothing more. The wind picks up for a second and you can almost catch the scent of sulfur when a ball of fire erupts from the trees ready to kill.

The spherical flame screams towards you and Bucky, who's by now dropped his phone onto the tracks, "Y/N watch out!" He shouts fearfully, hand gripping onto your shoulder as you keep a strong fearless stance to the approaching flame.

Throwing a hand out, you divert the ball into the gravel where it bursts like a small firework, rocks flying everywhere as you stand at the ready for whatever happens next. "Y/N! What the hell was that!" Shouts Bucky.

"A scout. I think one of my brother's loyalists found me."

"A scou..." Another ball of flame soars towards the two of you and then another right behind it as you maneuver your body to deflect each of them in quick succession when out of the scorched trees does a smirking woman reveal herself. Her smile is proud and wicked, taller then Bucky she stands and impeccably strong she appears.

She wears armor closely resembling your own, but instead of blues, silver, and white. Her armor is black and red, silver replaced with shimmering obsidian as she walks into the evening light. Her eyes flicker gold like your own, she tilts her head at you, "Princess Y/N of Vanaheim. An honor to meet you, truly." She bows with mockery, you immediately despise her.

"What dog is this who speaks to me?"

She grimaces, "Aüla, master of flame, Phoenix of Vanaheim, I am here to bring what stolen jewelry lays upon your neck. What belongs to King Leyondros." She points a sharp nailed finger to your neck, "That, is a house Lavpranthus family heirloom."

"You think I was born yesterday? That incompetent tyrant who dare claim himself as king does not deserve what treasure I possess. He is barely a brother to me now, and you, what business do you serve?"

She smirks, gifting Bucky with a wink as she wiggles her fingers with flame, "He's sent his best out to find your whereabouts since he's exiled you. I just happened to be lucky enough to land on Midgard where wouldn't you know it, here keeps the banished Princess herself. I couldn't be more fortunate." She opens up her palm like a needy child, "Now Y/N, the object I so desire."

"You will die trying."

She holds up a threatening fist of hot flame, "I will be bathed in riches! I will be loved! King Leyondros will welcome his champion with open arms as I present him with the necklace stolen by his traitor sister! With grand tidings of her annihilation!"

You share a dark look with Aüle as you step in front of Bucky, "I do not care to know what bargaining from the beasts of this realm you made to find me. And I certainly do not care for the false promises my brother has warped into your mind, you cannot take my life and you cannot have this necklace."

She calls flame into both hands, "Then I'll take it off your burnt corpse!" She thrusts her hands forward causing a burst of hot orange flames to shoot like dragon fire straight for yourself and Bucky.

Anticipating this action, you create a wall of your own fire that shatters her advances, you turn to the wide eyed brunette, "Bucky forgive me for not handling this sooner. I hadn't realized she was here."

"It's fine." Mumbles Bucky, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he stares fearfully at the angry woman spewing fire at you still.

Focused back on Aüla, she suddenly begins creating whips of flame that crack and slash at the air. She throws a whip towards Bucky but you're able to deflect it easily, in retaliation of her advances, you thrust a burst of dusty wind knocking her backwards.

She tumbles across the gravel like a discarded sack of potatoes, jumping gracefully down from the high point of the tracks, you land nearby this hellfire spawn who staggers to her feet. Rubbing the dust from out of her eyes, she coughs, "Foul play Princess, I should have guessed you'd cheap shot."

"You still believe you're leaving here with my necklace?"

Leaving her charcoal stained eyes be, she opens her palms to flame, "Well I certainly don't intend on perishing at your hand. I will get what I came for."

You throw a quizzical look, is she insane? Not wanting to ponder her mental stability, you use the gravel to crawl it up to her knees where it fuses and roots itself into the ground, she flails her arms trying to regain balance. Angered by this, Aüla clenches her fists, tightly hugging them to her chest as she concentrates.

A small orange glow emits from the center of her chest before she screams while opening her arms to the sky and with that her whole body erupts with flame like that of a Phoenix reborn. Tree branches and leaves alike are burnt and singed nearby while her anchor is melted. Aüla levitates freely now, body a mass of hot flames as she stares furiously down at you with eyes of black charcoal.

"Behold the Phoenix! Now you will obey by law of the one true king!" Fire is thrown like thin arrows towards your face, again, easily deflected into the gravel below.

She chuckles darkly, thrusting a hand of intense flame that causes you to fall backwards across the ground. Pushing yourself up by the pads of your hands, she takes this vulnerable moment to race after Bucky with wings of fire.

Face contorted like a melted candle, her arms open wide as she prepares to embrace Bucky to the flames. Jumping up, you bend your arms, moving them in opposite directions on a linear path to conjure some type of protection. Aüla slams into an enchanted force field of dark blues that sends her flailing backwards like a bursting firework.

Regaining her balance, she levitates, scowling in disgust, "You? Would protect this mortal man?"

Your gaze falls onto Bucky, he's standing there, expression fearful and wide as he looks at you desperately. You take a step forward, "I will."

"But why? He is nothing compared to you, to us, he's simply an insect on a leaf."

"He is someone who has showed me more kindness in the last couple days then some of my own people have in the past hundred years!" You shout furiously before using your magic to paralyze her like you did with Wanda and Vision.

She struggles to move but all efforts are unfruitful, "Do not! Don't. You. Dare!" She screams as you take another fearless step towards her, raising your hands in a beautiful fluid motion, her obsidian irises flash with terror.

"Aüla, Phoenix of Vanaheim, I admire your efforts and valor. But I am not so merciful when my life as been threatened, as someone of these nine realms with some type of authority still. I, Y/N Lavpranthus of Vanaheim, condemn you to die." Your golden eyes flash with a noble flair of judgment while your hands sway like subtle waves on a beach.

"No. No. Nooo..." Her screams are eradicated when a burst of water consumes her entire vessel, she sizzles and smokes as you draw the river water away to reveal nothing but discarded broken armor. She never even noticed you were doing this.

As a plethora of water dissipates into steam from where she once stood, more liquid fills through the cracks in the gravel while you slowly wander over to the dark spot stained onto the center tracks. Kneeling down, you pick up an obsidian gauntlet cracked down the middle curve. "Who was that?" Asks Bucky from behind you.

"One of my brothers scouts. His best fire-bender.." You study the intricate markings that dance like vines around the metalwork, "..a phoenix in human form."

There is a long pause before he asks, "Why are you being hunted Y/N?"

You sigh, head bowed to the earth, "It's a long story."

Bucky frowns down at you, he's not sure what to do, but he knows you're deeply troubled by whatever events have led you to this point. A comforting hand rests upon your shoulder, "You don't have to tell me now. But I think we should go."

Dropping the broken gauntlet onto the dark stained wood, you stand, "Perhaps you're right. Who knows what else lurks in the shadows waiting to pounce. I'd rather not have you injured on my behalf."

Bucky shares a lopsided grin, "Appreciated. Now come on, I know the way home." Directs Bucky as the two of you begin walking down the tracks for wherever he speaks of.

Maybe these people aren't as bad as you'd first thought, unfortunately there are still evils that are desperate to find you. Until that time comes again.

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datenightfright · 3 years

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Michael myers, Jason Voorhees and literary any killer of your choice with a Y/n who is a undead zombie except she actually smarter than a zombie and is basically immortal

Michael Myers: Ok, Michael will DIE before he ever lets you know this, but he thinks you being a zombie is fucking AWESOME. Let me set the scene, ok? College town, right? Filled to the brim with dumb unsuspecting airheads going through the motions on behalf of their parents so they can live of their sweet ass trust funds for the rest of their lives. Ripe pickings for a flesh eater like you. Raw meat does it's thing enough for you to stay healthy and alive looking, but what it DOESN'T do is keep the hunter pangs away. A zombie's gotta do what a zombie's gotta do, yanno? This is where Michael meets you.

It's Halloween, because of COURSE it is, and you're at this frat party, looking for the dumbest victim you can find when all hell breaks lose. You aren't sure what's happening until you come face to face with Michael Myers himself. Before you can say "There goes my guts...again," He's stabbing you, digging his knife in deep. When you don't scream or, you know, drop dead or hell even BLEED, Michael stabs you again...and again...and again. "Hey Brain Dead!" You say, smacking his hand away after the fifth stab, "It's clear I'm not gonna die, ok? Can you get on with murdering someone else?" Michael is instantly hooked, and from then on, you were his.

It's convenient for Michael that you eat people. He kills them, you eat the corpses. Life is good for you two that way. You keep young and healthy and he gets to go on murderous rampages once every couple of months.

Jason Voorhees: Two peas in a pod you two are. Do I have another meet-cute? Oh you bet your asses I do. You two meet in the morgue...let me set this next scene.

You newly dead, and so is Jason...technically. You were a victim of a car crash, Jason was a victim of a shooting. This isn't the first time you two have been killed. So you're just chillin' out, you know, in a hibernation state, trying to heal up. The morgue techs are excited to have THE Jason Voorhees on the slab, so you get passed over in favor of him. They begin their cleaning and attempted dissection. Before they can do anything major, he pops up and stabs the techs in typical Jason fashion. The smell of blood awakens you and you give in to your baser desires. Popping up yourself, you manage to lurch off the table and to your dinner. Jason watches you fascinated.

Not really having anywhere to go, and being dead and all, you follow Jason around. You two become close, living out in the forest together all peaceful like until a new group of campers gets it in their head to fuck with your turf. Then and only then is it feeding time.

#michael myers #jason voorhees #halloween #friday the 13th #slasher imagine #ask answered

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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but bath time with forest

STOP 😭 ITS TOO CUTE

So Harry usually gives him his baths bc that’s just how their night routine goes. It can get really hectic , y/n coming in and out while she’s nursing lavender, grabbing things from drawers for Violet and lavender, trying to get Violet down while she is having a tantrum, all that. But usually it would be really calm, just Harry and Forest chillin, they would probably listen to their favorite music together- Harry probably made a playlist for bath time or one of his and Forest’s favorite songs.

He has a million toys in the tub and always requests bubbles. It would usually be very quiet and calm, Forest loves bath time, he gets to relax and play in a warm bubble bath and spend time with his daddy, it could probably be his favorite part of the day.

He would grab his toys while Harry is having him stand up in the bath, grabbing random cars that were in the bath and rolling them up harrys arms. “Play daddy” Forest says, holding onto harrys shoulder so he doesn’t slip in the water.

Harry would chuckle at him, kissing his forehead and telling him they could for a bit before “night night”.

Forest would also make big bubble beards and try and give Harry one every single bath time

And after his bath Harry would wrap him up in a hooded towel that made him look like a duck 🥺😭

STOP YOU ALWAYS SEND IN THE BEST CONCEPTS

I’m so sorry this took so long!!!

#ask #harrysbeanie #cottagecore!forest #cottagecore!harry #cottagecore!concept

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pumpkinsy0 · 3 years

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Can you tell us about the dragon and centaur (or satyr I can't remember) purly au please??

EVERYONE STFU AND SAY HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO THIS ACC 🗣🗣

but yes yes, a classic au indeed🛐🛐

•ok so basically im not gonna sit here n lie to u, i was basing this off monster high

•but that doesnt matter now, its time for purly, SO absolutely no offense to pony, HOWEVER compared to everyone else at school, hes not that scary LMFAOOO

•like im not saying he cant protect himself, but the mfs at his school r like zombies, gargoyles, werewolfs, and hes just half horse

•darrys a gargoyle, sodas a mermaid or siren, whichever tickles ur fancy, and ponys a centaur, so yea, he doesn’t rlly fit in at home either

•so most days hes just in the forest, chillin w the butterflies and bees and shit like that

•one think i will not take away from him is thats hes just rlly pretty when hes in the woods left alone, thats all im saying

•queue in curly da dragon💯💯💯

•now for curly hes pretty hot headed, unbelievably fucking strong, and rlly cool looking😈

•okok whys curly in the woods you ask????well the forest ponys in is heard to b haunted and curly was dared to go in

•ponys rlly desperate to make sure nobody comes back and would scare the ppl who come near it away, and tried to do the same w pony but pony fucked something up ANNDDD now curly knows that the woods isnt haunted, pony just wanted to b left alone

•to keep the whole situation a secret pony said curly could come into the woods whenever as long as he didnt bring anyone else, pony wants to keep a low profile damnit

•so curly takes him up on that and goes into the woods whenever he pleases and sometimes messes w pony

•after months and months of sneaking around to have a t place for themselves, flirting, and trying to impress each other they finally get together good christ

•to keep it as short as i can its like one sided enemies to lovers

at this point im just gonna list off stuff they do together bc the main focus of the au is stuff they do w each other, not rlly the story

•BUT ANYWHO their relationship starts off as flirts x flustered to whatever relationship dynamic donkey and that dragon had from fucking shrek

•putting it out there that pony casually makes smores a lot now bc curly has fire breathe🤞🏽

•also pony can stay out longer in the woods bc now curly can light a fire so he can stay warm and see everything a little bit better

•pony thinks curlys scales look cool and draws this dude any chance he gets, hes just cool like that💯💯💪🏽

•was gonna refrain from saying it but curly can grow to b rlly big and can pull pony closer to him w his wings🤼‍♀️

•ok so uhhhh pony can attract the lil woodland creatures (ole snow white head ass🙄🙄) and sometimes they climb on curly and curly never knows what to do and pony finds in funny

•ponys strong enough to carry curly on his back so WOOHOO🤞🏽

#ponyboy curtis #curly shepard #purly #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #darrel curtis #the curtis brothers

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vanityloves · 3 years

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I can't speak for your lucky commissioners but please know I'm sure they don't mind waiting and understand! I hope that you're able to rest and relax and enjoy the things you love when you're not busy and am so glad you were able to get a ride from work- those are always a life saver :')!!

Also Jude, I'd love to listen about '09 Jason whenever you find the time and energy to talk about him! What do you love about him specifically? What draws you to him? What's some fave things in the movie that has you all "JDJDDJJDKDKD"? I'm looking forward to hearing all about it bud! (I really oughtta rewatch the different movies sometime when I'm feeling particularly spooky kdkdkddk)

Wishing you all the best bc you absolutely deserve it!!!✨💗

Sunny @tex-treasures

TYSM HUN ! ik they wouldn't complain and kinda understand the rush around the holidays, so im rly grateful for that :'0 id hate to make them wait too long tho but also! i just wanna make sure the things i make are worth their time and money as well :']] but! everyones been so understanding and cool- i just gotta chill ab it 😭 @tex-treasures

also tysm! i'm honestly just chillin for the most part (tbh all i do now is work and sleep so i can't rly complain-) and i hope you get to do the same bb!! also omg yeah, esp bc i work the night shifts, i rly like to catch rides w/ family just so i feel safer :'] im wishing you well too hun!

and PLEASE, I'm about to be so annoying bc in my opinion (and The Truth /s) '09 Jason was genuinely terrifying and implemented all those traits that i imagined he'd have.

He had to adapt quickly to survive and lived on his own for so long in the forest that surrounds the camp and probably knowing it like the back of his hand...it's all so good to me I just eat it up. I imagine this for all the movies but it really shows in 09' imo!

He's shown to have real forethought and plans his attacks; he knows how to bait / lure the campers into his traps, and really gets to show his intelligence, which contradicts the idea of him being a brainless brute that can just,,, magically appear everywhere. Speaking of that, there's a whole tunnel system that he set up + wires to alert him when there's trespassers which I love for him. I know there's a split on how people feel ab that bc it takes away from the mystery/magic of it but again, I think it really highlights his intelligence and survival skills bc i imagine its probably a bit intricate to set all those up that lead back to the tunnels? idk i know nothing ab that sort of stuff 😔

I mean, he's shown to be brutal and aggressive in the other movies but I think it's just the quality of effects of the kills that made this movie feel So Good watching? Also this fucker RUNS, which is absolutely terrifying. He's iconic for that deep chest breathing, big strides, generally being intimidating just by stalking towards his victims but it was refreshing to see that Hunter aspect of him shine through - running after victims and seeing them actually struggle when they got caught; plus there's something so pleasing knowing the actual actor behind '09 Jason (Derek Mears) pulled all his own stunts that included a ton of physical strength (e.g: lifting up a cast member with the 'blade' of his machete, w/ whatever contraption that was strapped onto said cast member). There's a scene where he sneaks up onto the roof of the house and drops down (kinda 'pull up' style/holding himself up) for a kill n I'm like haha i Do That *points at dead guy*

Design wise, the jacket he wears in the movie consists of 2 different types of material which means he probably modified/made the jacket himself and who doesn't love a crafty king ♡ His physique actually matches his lifestyle now - instead being a thick, hulking figure, they decided to make his body a bit more lean and agile + the added height, standing at 6'5 (per Derek Mears) has him towering over everyone on set. While I LOVE AND ADORE the big boy that Jason is in the og films bc ugh...male tits and tummy,, he's a big guy and having gains like that requires quite a bit of food which I don't see him having a huge selection to choose from. That's not to say he isn't still massive, he just isn't as beefy as the og is and a part of me loves that its a bit more 'realistic' in that way! I saw a take that '09 Jason is how he'd act when he was younger, while the older movies like F13 part 4 and on are takes on his personality and 'hunting' style as he's older - he doesn't feel the need to run around and takes his sweet ass time bc he's confident enough to know his traps will work, they'll all be dead by the end of tonight, etc, etc - he just knows his how to do his job well and doesn't give chase.

#f13 #slasher rambles #ask reply #this is probably repetitive but i didnt reread it jqjsj its been sitting in my docs #tysm for the ask tho im just nhhh gg #tex!!!#sunny!!!#im moving today n tomorrow so im like zzzz

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nunc-flore · 5 years

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have some concept playlists !!

chill in various moods and genres!

chill in classickal [ when music gets so good u wanna straight up eat it ]

chill in celthicc [ breeng thy begpeipe lass ]

chill in archaic [ enjoy your symposium lads ]

chill in swing [ feelin pretentious today? i got u fam ]

chill in techno [ when the world sucks. no exceptions. ]

chill in arab [ beautiful tunez from the lands of the sun ]

chill in lo-fi [ beep boop bzzt? ]

chill in medieval ballads [ smasheth thou instrumenth, brother]

chill in funk [ funk up lads]

chill in indie [ your raw tenderness starter-pack]

don’t chill in punk [ oi! oi! oi! ]

chill in 80s bops [ what is technicolor if not a digital rainbow ]

chill in norse [ Heill þú farir! heill þú aftr komir! heill þú á sinnum sér! ]

chill in soul [it’s not the waking it’s the rising // nina cried power]

chill in 70s wood-chopping jams (still a stub) [chill, man]

chill in opera [ angelic crowds chanting "he needs some milk" ]

chill in jazz (still a stub) [ sweet music playing in the dark ]

chill in 20s-to-50s music that's not jazz nor swing nor soul [dance and drink like it's the 20s y'all (please stay clear of all the nationalism and the crippling sense of collective doom, thank you) ]

chill in yeehaw [ april is the cruellest month, ain't it? ]

chill in ye olde shanty [ a-hoy captain! ]

and many more, as time goes by!

actual concept playlists

summer indie - guitar themed tracks about life and death and all that’s in between

ingenium voluntatis - r e d y e a r n i n g but make it existential. it starts well but something happens. probably society and its non-sense rules.

the apocalypse and other related catastrophes, merrily told by yours truly - the world is ending and shit is going down. but is it? are you certain this is the world and not some other unnameable thing? are you already dead? is it the apocalypse you dreamed, the one you’ve been waiting for, or is it too slow-boiled? deathly, rotting acceptance of the end of times, with a hint of child-like storytelling.

gotta go FAST - it’s 34°C. the streets are a desert. you’re 20 minutes late. run.

daydreaming on main - can we stay like this forever? lost in a neo-classical painting, full of celestial things, and symmetry, dreaming away.

dreamy drum pop - is it a dream? are you in love with a dream, in the street of some ancient, modern city, following their shadow? or are you just having a bad case of hypotension? we may never know.

an evening in beige - cruelly posh but in a classy, bitter, hollow way

ready for the lazarus pit, shaka-brah! - a collection to sell your soul to a demonic entity of your choosing to. mostly dark techno, but with a classical twist.

chillin! - or the "dude put on some good music" playlist - when you’re chilling with laid-back pals and they ask you to put on some music and you need a quick, safe, society-tolerable playlist to hit shuffle on and leave there

sweet music playing in the dark - jazz n stuff, some old gems. also, the songs quoted by Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier.

time. - feel the flow of endless thing going by. the clock is ticking, but what the hell is time, anyway?

audiobooks!! - it’s what it says on the tin, my dudes. including: macbeth, metamorphosis, orlando, the call of cthulhu, iliade, the time machine, the tell-tale heart, the black cat, dr. jekyll and mr.hyde, pride and prejudice, black beauty, treasure island, the phantom of the opera, de profundis, frankenstein, carmilla, beowulf, dracula, the raven

fuck this, keep running - from society. from civilization. it’s just you and your ideas against the world, kid. let’s go give them hell. they will never take us alive.

oh gee golly what a disaster - oh, this is bad. // that's so sad alexa play this playlist

a witch in the woods - in the throat of the forest, whispered chants and incantations. it’s the voice of the survivors, the ones that escaped the pyre. hush now and dream.

till the end of the world and back - it’s ride or die. the cavalry's here and it's here to stay.

italian oldies - italian culture. every italian i've ever met knows every single one of these by heart somehow.

:))))))) - am i happy? am i on the edge of a mental breakdown? have i gone completly insane? gee golly! who knows

stars, who am i? - did someone say existential crisis?

personal hyperuranium - my happy, serene place. when everything is too much close your eyes and listen to this.

young punks, get off my lawn - wreaking havoc with ur gang / girl gang.

self torment - me @ myself: why r u like this

razzle dazzle jazzle - you like jazz?

knightess in a shining armor - heroines with swords, here’s to you

playlists inspired by stuff!

songs to be a flamboyant asshole to - swag walk. i blame anthony jantony crowley for this.

the mad prophet - loosely inspired by friedrich nietzsche’s theories

the star traveller - laugh hard, run fast, be kind // inspired by the thirteenth doctor

getting to it, that's not the hard part. it's letting go. - i left my heart, 3 friends, and 37 gold bars in the sierra madre // inspired by Fallout New Vegas - Dead Money

pew-pew // (i'm three ounces of whoop-ass) - "Another female operative broke into my house and attacked me." "What did she want?" "Dinner." | a killing eve playlist

les mis, les amis - those brave fellows. honestly, squad goals.

prince(ss) of verona - inspired by a theatrical performance of Romeo and Juliet, in which the prince of verona was. well. she was powerful.

can't stop, won't stop - healing boost of healthy, uplifting electro music comin your way! ispired by Overwatch’s Lúcio Correia dos Santos

chloe eliz4bet2 price m0od - hella punk but also hella sad // inspired by chloe price, from life is strange

rachel amber mood - hey i've just met you and this is crazy but heres my number so let's burn down a forest maybe // inspired by rachel amber, from life is strange

musical journeys!

a Comedy. | a musical journey. - someone falls from grace and gets thrown into the world. lands in a forest. confused, resolves to survive at any cost. killing, stealing, partying, fleeing, living. eventually, with time, discovers a gentler, happier way to live. they still throw the best parties. doing no harm, taking no shit.

calliope bae gimme a hand wouldn't ya: a musical journey - a tale of poets: young tragedies and cursed gods; laughs and fights; transcendental roadtrips and hellhounds; parties and their aftermath.

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caitlinsnicket · 4 years

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Being in a polyamorous relasionship with Jaskier and Geralt would include (pt. 1)

A/N: I’M IN A WRITING FRENESY tomorrow I’ll post part 2 for this one, hope you enjoy reading, feel free to like, reblog or leave a comment! Also, requests are open!

The Begining

it starts in a awkward way

first, you sleep with Jaskier, and Geralt feels something weird taking over him, but he ignores it, thinking it might be food poisoning

it’s not lol he’s just jealous

after a few weeks you end up sleeping with Geralt too

it just shorta happens

Jaskier is weirded out, but he’s not mad

sir that’s jealously

and one night when you’re out to get some drinks

and you get a room only for you, leaving them alone in other bedroom

and both of them are too wasted to care, so it just kinda happens

next day you go up to their room and you find both of them on the same bed

naked

cudDLING OH GOD

you can’t help but let out a surprised noise, which wakes Geralt up

needless to say, he’s embarassed

Jaskier is speechless

you are laughing ‘til your stomach hurts

things change after that

there’s some unspoken thing between the three of you, the tension is always there

then one night sleeping in the woods, in front of the fire, the three of you are sitting there

two bros chillin in front of a fire, five feet apart cuz they gAY

you just keep looking at each other with The Look

you take the iniciative, pulling both of them closer and feeling their breaths fanning in your cheeks

you kiss Jaskier first, taking a fistfull of Geralt’s hair, holding himself in place

then, you hold the bard’s shirt tightly, and you kiss Geralt

tha air get’s thicker

oh god heRE WE GO

Geralt suddenly kisses Jaskier too

and then everything happens gradually

the first one to get naked is Jaskier, then Geralt, then you

Jaskier whines and moans very loudly (townspeople thought it was some kind of demon)

Geralt grunts as usual (though he grabs your waists and necks, and the kisses he gave you and Jaskier were rougher)

you had to bury your head on their necks to supress your screams

suddenly it became too much

that forest would be known for having a sreaming monster nearby

basically that was the best night of sleep Geralt had in a long time

in the morning, it didn’t need to be said

just by looking into each ohter’s eyes, you knew

it was going to work

Geralt didn’t want to hold hands with anyone

#the witcher #the witcher imagine #geralt of rivia #geralt fanfic #geralt x reader #geralt imagine #geralt x y/n #geralt x jaskier #geralt smut #Jaskier #jaskier x reader #jaskier imagine #jaskier x y/n #jaskier smut

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ratcandy · 3 years

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UHHH THE SECOND IDEA FIRST

OKAY Time's disastrous universe let's get it boys

Below is a VERY long personal-story related ramble because a lot happens here and there's a lot to explain and I'm being enabled (c/w death, a LOT of memory erasure, Gods being idiots, and. If I need to add anythin else here someone better let me know hehehe)

feat some dumb lil doodles here n there because i felt like it

Exposition time first!

At the beginning of everything, eight universes were created, each differentiated by color. A Universe Owner is assigned to each universe, and that entity is then responsible for their universe's laws of reality, the lives of the characters, and... whatever else they decide to mess with. This is so I can allow myself a lot of freedom in making stories in many different areas n such without worrying about it following another story's rules >:)

Okay exposition time done! for now!

One day out of the blue, the God of Time decided that they wanted a universe all for themselves. They wanted to create life!! They wanted to make a world!! It'd be fun! It'd be a whole vibe!

So, against the wishes of the God of Balance, Time made a ninth universe and fruitlessly tried to keep it hidden from everyone else. This backfired instantly. A huge argument broke out between Time and Balance, as the latter was pissed, but Time won in the end and was allowed to keep their universe. Balance is just upset there's not a nice even number anymore. He'll get over himself eventually.

Straight up having a great time now, the God of Time went hogwild and fleshed out their universe to the best of their ability. Beautiful lush forests, stunning pink skies as if it were in a continuous sunrise, crystal-clear waters that glimmer ever-so-brightly!! Yes!! Pretty!! And immediately after, they created creatures!! And people! To inhabit their world!

Elegant flying beasts, colorful people of all shapes and sizes, bustling towns with trade and life and energy and!!! Yes! Yes!! Vibes!!

Time was living their BEST life.

But. Well. This is my story. things gotta go wrong now

SO! First, something to note about how the God of Time works:

Time's primary job is to keep the Time Fire from ever going out or touching the ground. The Time Fire is an eternally burning flame, forever shifting from vibrant color to vibrant color, getting bigger and burning stronger with every passing millennia. It also... y'know. Allows time itself to function. If it goes out, time will stop. If it touches the floor, time will go NUTS and parallel/alternate universes will go haywire, clashing into one another and messing up reality.

The God of Time, luckily, has powerful psychic abilities.. The tall mans just put the Time Fire in a sort of protective bubble, constantly floating above the ground, and left it in a temple at the center of their universe. Epic. All works out

Well. All SHOULD have worked out.

At some point, Time left their universe to have a meeting with the Gods, and on their way to Oblivion - often a meeting place for deities - they witnessed something Very Unfortunate.

One of the Universe Owners, Hesit (white universe), was being torn to pieces by an intruder in the higher realm. By killing and consuming Hesit, possession of the white universe was transferred to said intruder: a big asshole named Vexis. Time tried to confront Vexis immediately after. This was a mistake, as Vexis panicked and attacked Time. Seeing as Gods cannot die, Vexis instead trapped the god in his newly-acquired universe - binding him there forever.

So now Time is imprisoned in the white universe, lost and confused, not knowing how to get back out. And Vexis doesn't plan on telling anyone about this.

The other gods soon realize that Time has gone missing. Very soon, actually, because... well. With Time being swept away into the white universe and being held prisoner there, uhm. A certain something important isn't being held suspended anymore.

The Time Fire.

It hasn't fallen yet, but it's gradually sinking toward the ground, and sometHING has to get a hold on it soon!! Or HELL WORLD!!

Balance loses his MIND!! We have to do something about this before time becomes a catastrophic, unfixable disaster! And also we're missing a god!! This is not good!! At first, Balance goes looking for Time, but realizes he doesn't really uh... have the time to be doing that

So, in desperation, he searches his mind for possible solutions. He gets one, crazy idea, and practically begs the God of Death to help him pull it off. Death agrees, because this is the one (1) time Death acknowledges that the mortal realm being in danger might be a bad thing.

To put a long plan short, Balance used Death to turn the Goddess of Pain into a pseudo Goddess of Time.

Pain had previously been wreaking HAVOC, and Balance was NOT happy about it. Way too many mortals were dying, then not dying, then losing their sanities, then losing control of themselves, and it was just. Very messy. He didn't feel great about using her to replace Time, but he didn't have many options. And he needed someone to take over. So, he and Death worked together to erase Pain's memories and turn her into a Goddess of Time.

They couldn't give her psychic abilities, though. So, how'd they deal with the Time Fire? It now permanently rests on Pain/Time's back. As in, the flame is constantly burning her spine for all of eternity, steadily searing her flesh but never allowing her to die. She's grown progressively numb to it over many, many years, but that doesn't make it any less unfortunate for her.

Balance feels awful about this. Especially since Pain/Time doesn't remember who she was, and believes she's always been Time. This is how it's always been. The universe around her is one she made, one she owns. Anytime Balance stops by to visit (as Time cannot move now from the temple with the fire), she greets him so kindly, so happy to have company... and he just feels terrible, knowing what he's done to her.

Well... at least that's settled. This cannot possibly go awry in any way shape or f----

The new Goddess of Time is trying her best to make creations for her universe. After all, that's what she's always done! These are her children, essentially, and she needs to have more. This, uh... well, the Goddess of Pain was not made with creating in mind, rather destroying. So, despite her valiant efforts, half of her creations come out... a Lil Messed Up. But she loves them all the same and keeps them around!!! Even if they're... worse for wear, or not quite like the rest!! They're her children. Yea!

At some point, however, her creating takes a bit too much from other universes' energy, and a mortal from another universe just ends up appearing in Time's. His name is Dustivan, and he is reasonably confused. One moment, he was vibing with his sister and her wife, and the next-- where the hell is he. why is the sky pink. who is this block man approaching me

The block man in question is named Maurice, and he is a sort of guardian for Time's temple. The Time that's always been here. The Time that has always looked like that and never been any different! (All of the Original Time's creations had their memories wiped, too. This Goddess of Time is the only one there's ever been! That's your mother, see. There is no other Time. She created you. Don't worry about it)

Maurice greets Dusty under the assumption that this man is just another new creation, and is soon told that "Uh, no, I'm... from some place else? I have a family? And a home, elsewhere?" M. Maurice is a lil confused. But he asks Time about this.

Time has no idea what he's talking about, either, so Maurice just... calmly escorts Dusty away, promising to get back to him later. We'll figure this out, man, don't you even worry about it

Now, there's a bit here that's only loosely developed! That being Dusty's stay in Time's Universe! Lil man meets a lotta folks, gets used to this weird world he's living in, makes good friends with Maurice and Maurice's maybe-more-than-friends-:flushed: friend Arin, aaand has a great experience! Because Time's universe is incredibly serene and peaceful, even with the new management!

Straight up vibi--- oh no wait what's this

Somehow, Maurice, Arin and Dusty find out about the whole... thing that happened with the original Time, and Pain being turned into the new Time. Maurice and Arin get their memories back and freak out a little while Dusty is just standing there like "big rip on you guys I guess"

Shenanigans ensue and Maurice goes back to Pain/Time, thinking it'll definitely work out if he tells her everything that happened so her.

Hey so it doesn't work out

Pain regains her own memories, and becomes ABSOLUTELY PISSED OFF, shedding the form forced onto her and returning back into the Goddess of Pain. In her transformation, however, she shook the Time Fire from her back, screaming in the agony that caused her, and. well.

she hit the floor (she hit the floor) next thing ya know, time fire got low low low low low low

Time itself was sent into disarray. The God of Balance felt it happen, FREAKED OUT, picked up the God of Death and just BOOKED IT into Time's Universe, dashing toward the temple. But it... was no longer a temple! It was very much destroyed. Balance is faced with the rubble of the former temple, the Fire just chillin on the ground, Arin bleeding to death after being attacked by Pain, Maurice fretting and trying to keep Arin alive, and Dusty aboutta also fucking die because Pain is angry. Alongside the bodies of whatever other poor creations/people just happened to be nearby the temple when this went down. Which was probably quite a few, as the temple was almost always open to visitors.

Death and Balance did the exact same thing again, though with added struggle. Pain was reverted to Time, the Time Fire was yeeted right back onto her spine (followed by a shriek of... pain), and Balance practically collapsed onto the floor hoping to never get up again

Death, however, forced him up, gesturing to the creations around them and uh. hey. their minds. wipe 'em Balance was very tired by this point, but began wiping the survivor's memories, running into Dusty and realizing "hey wait a minute. you're not from this universe" and just kicking that idiot back to where he's supposed to be. might've forgotten to wipe that one's mind but uh i'm sure that's not important

And that's essentially the end of that plot thread! Life continues as if nothing happened, afterwards. Time was restored (though a fuckton of "discrepancies" are now notable throughout the universes, as if time went Wonky or something), the people are thriving, and Maurice & Arin... the latter of which did indeed survive... are wondering if there's something important they were supposed to remember.

nah. probably not

there's a few side stories with characters in Time's universe, including another survivor of the Pain Realizing Who She Is incident... though he got the hell outta dodge and managed to keep his memories. making him a sort of fugitive as Balance has to track that idiot down and fix that problem but!!! this is already a very, very long post, so. WOO

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quarantined-with-bucky · 4 years

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If The World Was Ending

Bucky x Reader

Words: ~ 5,000

Summary: Your world was ending.

Warnings: Angst, but not as angsty as usual, I promise!

A/N: “If the World Was Ending” by JP Saxe & Julia Michaels :)

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I was distracted And in traffic I didn't feel it When the earthquake happened But it really got me thinkin' Were you out drinkin'? Were you in the living room Chillin' watchin' television?

It was five-thirty on a Friday. The rush hour traffic backed up all the streets of New York; the brewing storm not helping the situation in the slightest bit. He’d regretted his choice to go for a calming drive three hours ago; it left him surrounded with rumbling cars and angry taxis. What had started out as a relaxing drive outside the city, had now become the root cause of his newly sprouted headache.

The rumbling in his head became rumbling in his stomach as he noticed the man at the newspaper stand calling out to people on the streets. On the front page, there you were, headline calling out: “Newest Avenger Saves the City,” complete with a blurry photograph, face smudged with soot and debris from the fire, hair whipping around your face in the twirling winds – but it was you none-the-less.

His heart dropped six feet below him and that’s when his world began to shake: all it took was the sight of you. Not even in person; it was a photograph. He hadn’t seen you in person in days. He hadn’t spoken to you in weeks (more like you hadn’t spoken to him) – only hearing others talk about you; yelling your name to sell newspapers. He shook his head, imagining the thoughts spilling from his ears as he desperately tried to get his mind off of you. He hadn’t noticed the green light before him until the drivers behind him began to lay on their horns.

Raindrops spattered on his front windshield at an increasingly fast pace; they didn’t show any signs of slowing down, either, as the sky turned dark grey, casting shadows across every street. He thought about where you might be in that moment. A clap of thunder and lightning ripped through the sky. Were you out at the bar, celebrating your most recent victory? He could see it: Natasha dragging you out for an early happy hour, buying you shots to congratulate you on your conquest from the day before. You were probably wearing that skin-tight black dress, enjoying the attention from your friends (and the guys at the bar chasing their post-work buzz).

But as more rolling thunder shrouded his ears, he couldn’t help but feel that scenario was completely wrong for the current circumstances. You’d hated thunderstorms (and you hated the fact that he was able to tell that about you). There were plenty of people who enjoyed them: the sound of rain tapping against the window – white noise. He thought it was endearing that you got scared, like a child curled up in her blanket, tucked away in the safety of his arms. It wasn’t technically ironic, but when he found out that someone with the power to cultivate flames in her bare hands is afraid of thunderstorms, he couldn’t help but laugh and coo.

Then he found out why you hated them.

And that shut him right up.

Now he imagined you sitting on the couch in the living room, wrapped up securely in your numerous blankets, watching the television in front of you. He knew you’d be boiling underneath that much insulation, but, hey, you were always a fan of the heat (also unironically). And it was with this thought, that Bucky pulled the car into the complex, parking it in the seemly-never-ending row of Tony’s cars.

The whole ride up the elevator, he’d pictured you in your blanket cocoon, calm and quiet night interrupted by the loud storm outside. He figured you’d bury your face into the couch cushion, waiting for someone to sit with you – someone to reassure you: everything would be okay.

And when the elevator doors opened and he nearly jogged into the living room, that’s exactly the sight he was met with. You looked tired; tired from yesterday, tired from not sleeping, tired from the incessant fear the thunderstorm would bring you, tired of not having peace. You whipped your head around towards the doorway, taking notice of Bucky’s still figure. As he took one step closer, you stood up, securing all of your blankets over your shoulders.

You strutted out of the room to your bedroom without a word and without looking back at Bucky behind you.

I tried to imagine Your reaction It didn't scare me when the earthquake happened But it really got me thinkin' That night we went drinkin' Stumbled in the house And didn't make it past the kitchen

You shut the door quietly and locked it behind you. Letting out a deep sigh, you pulled up the edges of your blankets and fell onto the bed, snuggling your way into a swathe of warmth. You shut your eyes, trying to think of anything except the rolling thunder outside your window and the man downstairs.

You could only get one off your mind.

It was probably the loudness of the storm that brought it out in you; brought out your innate need to seek others out for comfort. There was so little warmth in your life: any sort of comfort you had ever received had to be made by you either in the form of fire or blanket-cocoons. It was fine for a while, until you’d met Bucky Barnes. Being with him is better than anything you’d felt before; more reassuring and comforting than anything you’d ever experienced. Between his supersoldier body heat, his strong arms holding you so tight you thought he might squish you – you’d loved it – and the feeling of his breath against the back of your neck, there was no better feeling in the world.

Him holding you was one thing. But him touching you was a whole other animal. Your hands burned each other; they left imprints on each other’s chests, hips, thighs, necks. Both of you were too hot – the two of you tangled up in bedsheets made you catch a fever every damn time. But that’s how you liked it: gasping for breaths, bodies slick with sweat, a painful groan as he pressed his burning palm to the small of your back, pushing your arch deeper.

But that’s all it was at this point: a fever dream.

It was the most vivid memory you had, yet also the haziest. The two of you spent the night at the bar, drinking your weight in any kind of alcohol you could get your hands on. The whole three hours spent at the bar, your hands were all over each other, smiles never leaving either of your faces. You’d ditched the rest of the avengers after you’d put your hand on Bucky’s upper thigh under the table, sliding it up slowly until he pushed his way out of the booth (dragging you with him). It started off as a joke, you’d thought it would be funny to see his drunken reaction as he tried the obvious discomfort of your teasing from everyone else at the table. It wasn’t funny anymore when he pushed you up against the cold brick of the building outside the bar, holding one hand to your hips and the other to your neck, cutting off your laughter and tilting your head up to meet his lips already en route to yours.

Your hands found their way around his neck, eventually grasping at the tips of his long hair, drawing them near you to bring his body closer to yours. He moaned into your mouth, breaking apart the sloppy kiss to smother a line of licks and love bites and kisses to your jaw and neck. But as soon as you shut your eyes and dropped your head against the wall behind you, he grabbed your hips and pulled you upright, snaking his arm around your hip and escorting you toward the tower.

As soon as Bucky swung open the door, his hands were all over you. He grabbed your head, cupping your jaw in his huge hands, pulling you into a kiss, forcing you to walk backwards into waiting the elevator. The doors closed and he once again shoved you against the wall, fingers finding the bottom hem of your skin-tight black dress. He’d been dying to get it off of you all night. He only broke the kiss to pull the dress over your head, discarding it in the corner. You’d been fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, your buzz from the alcohol combined with your complete intoxication from Bucky’s lips not making it any easier.

The elevator door dinged open and he grabbed the back of his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders (shirt still half buttoned), then throwing it alongside your dress. Before you even had the time to look him over, he scooped you up in his arms, swiftly taking you out of the elevator and through the corridor towards the bedroom.

Your lips connected with his neck, working your way up to the spot where his jaw meets his ear: the spot that drives him absolutely mad. You licked the shell of his ear and sucked on that spot on his jaw and you felt his knees buckle. He groaned, setting you down on the counter – not before an obligatory slap to your ass that made you yelp against his neck. He chuckled, grabbing your face and giving you another proper kiss as his hips ground against yours.

As soon as your hands began working on his belt buckle, it was safe to say neither of you made it past the kitchen that night.

Think I've figured out how How to let you go and let communication die out I know, you know, we know You weren't down for forever and it's fine I know, you know, we know We weren't meant for each other and it's fine

It was day nineteen of the mission he was on and Bucky was close to calling it quits. He’d told Steve countless times that their presence wasn’t making a difference, that they should just pack up and head home. Steve would not relent, thus the mission continued on. They’d spent the past two weeks laying low, trying to complete a stealth mission to obtain information and take out the target. The duo laid out every day for fifteen hours, holding their elevating position in the forest.

Every night, Bucky would get comfortable in the makeshift tent he’d set up and stare at his phone for hours. At the innocent texts you’d send telling him about your day, the not-so innocent texts you’d send confessing him everything you wanted to do to him when he gets home; the innocent pictures you’d send of the cute puppy Wanda brought him, the not-so-innocent pictures of yourself in that red lingerie he loved so much.

You brought him enough peace to be able to get a few hours of shut eye in before Steve’s early wake-up call. Then, he’d spend the whole morning talking about you and what you’d sent him, only stopping when Steve told him to shut up. But he couldn’t help but laugh just simply thinking about you, everything you were doing, what you were wearing. At that exact moment in time, Bucky was sitting behind his sniper rifle, starting straight ahead waiting for the target. After analyzing his routes for just shy of three weeks, they knew exactly where he’d be and when – and today was the day. Today in one hour and fourteen minutes.

“And after that she – ”

“Buck,” Steve huffed, interrupting the other man. “Okay, I get it. I don’t need every single detail of your lives.”

Bucky’s head whipped to the left at the blond. Steve remained still, staring at through the binoculars pointed forward. “What?”

“You heard me,” he mumbled back, still not moving an inch, suddenly losing the nerve he mustered up to speak just seconds ago.

“Damn.” Bucky dropped his head and exaggeratedly shook it, picking his head back up with a sick grin. He let out a snarky laugh, cracking his neck before speaking up again: “Here I was, thinking we were friends and we could talk, just like we used to y’know?” His tone raising as he teased Steve. “But.” He shrugged, looking back through the scope of his rifle. “Things change I guess.”

“Jesus, Buck, what’s wrong with you?” Steve snapped, dropping the binoculars.

And, to be clear, Bucky hadn’t known what had gotten into him. It could have been the lack of sleep: getting only four hours of shut eye each night for three weeks, the fact that he’d eaten nothing but canned beans, crackers, and various dehydrated meats, or the fact he’d been missing his bed – and you – and you in his bed – enormously. But he couldn’t drop the façade now, it was just starting to piss Steve off. Plus, Bucky had to address some points with him, anyway: “There’s nothing wrong with me. What’s wrong with you? You’re the one who’s always asking about what I’m thinking and how it’s going with her and – ”

“Yeah, I did want to know how it was going with her but now it’s too much. Like your sex lives — TMI, Bucky. And, look, don’t get me wrong, she’s a great girl and a strong team member and all, but it’s the only thing that comes out of your mouth. Besides that, you share way too much.”

“Aww, Stevie,” Bucky cooed. “Are you jealous?”

Steve’s eyes flitted to the brunet’s if only for a second, before returning to their original position. “Don’t be stupid, Bucky. I’m trying to look out for you. You haven’t been able to get your head out of your ass for the past two months. You’ve been slipping up. It’s about time to get your mind straight.”

“Mind straight? Mind straight?” Bucky kept repeating to Steve (and himself). Was that’s what was wrong with him? His mind was preoccupied most of the time with you, sure. Who’s wouldn’t be? You were gorgeous, intelligent, kind, intimidating (to normal men). Bucky’s eyes dropped to the ground, shaking the thoughts out of his head again. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Steve. You brought me to the middle of Austria for this fucking mission – that, by the way, is taking weeks longer than expected – for what? If you don’t trust me so much, then why are you making me suffer? God, you should’ve just spared me the misery and – ”

“Take the shot.”

“Left me at home. You know so I can be with (Y/N), who apparently you don’t even like as much as you let on, and – ”

“Take. The. Shot.” Bucky looked up at the man: Steve’s eyes did not move from the binoculars, eyebrows knitted together in concentration, his jaw clenched tight.

Bucky’s hands nearly slipped on the rifle, repositioning himself so he could finish the job. And then, as Bucky pulled the trigger, he was fucked.

Absolutely, in no other sense of the word, fucked.

The bullet grazed the arm of the target, nailing the guy behind him square in the chest.

“Time to go,” Steve yelled, jumping up and sprinting towards the rendezvous. “Emergency extraction! We have hostiles hot on our trail!” He shouted into the radio.

Bucky grabbed the rifle and shot up, catching up to Steve.

They ran in the forest for hours, trying to hide from the small army that right behind them, searching endlessly for the two. But once they reached the safety of the jet, Clint swooping in at the perfect time to pick them up, the fight wasn’t over. While Steve was giving Bucky the silent treatment, updating Clint on the situation at hand in the cockpit, Bucky was fighting a mental battle with himself.

So, Steve was right. Bucky was totally screwed. Not only did the target get away, he killed someone else in his place, just another one to add to the list, he thought to himself, dropping his head in his hands. This had never happened before – whether his mind was being controlled by someone else or not. He’d lost his composure, he lost sight of the mission. He’d turned on his best friend of over one hundred years, over a girl. Bucky was no stranger to constructive criticism, but when it came to you, he lost it. As soon as Steve mentioned you clouding his vision, he lost it.

And after a three-hour long flight home, he knew what he had to do.

Bucky strutted off the jet, slinging the heavy weapon over his shoulder, eyes fixated on the hangar exit about fifty yards ahead of him. He looked nowhere else, not at anyone else. Not at the group of Avengers welcoming them home. Not back at Steve as he called after him. Not at you as you jogged alongside him to keep in stride with him.

He heard you, calling his name: “Bucky, Bucky, James, James.”

He kept his mind clear and jaw set. He couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t think anything. He was focused: this was his new mission.

Steve obviously told you what happened, later, about Bucky’s mind being totally fucked and filled with thoughts of only you. Bucky was sure that he had phrased it differently – to make it sound like it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t – it was Bucky’s fault for being so infatuated with you that you consumed his every thought. He had to end it, before anyone else had to die.

He didn’t talk to you that night.

He didn’t talk to you the day after.

He didn’t talk to you.

Think I've figured out how How to think about you without it rippin' my heart out I know, you know, we know You weren't down for forever and it's fine I know, you know, we know We weren't meant for each other and it's fine

It was years after you’d met Bucky before the two of you started dating. It was months after that before you were seriously dating. It was another year after before you told him what happened to you.

That night, it was storming, as it usually did in July. It made the room feel humid, like you could feel the rain and sticky air outside on your skin. You rolled around all night, taking hours for you to finally fall asleep beside Bucky. Nights like these, when you didn’t want to be held – it was too damn hot – you didn’t want to be spoken to, you didn’t want to be touched, he just let you be. He watched helplessly from the sidelines as you tossed and turned, fumbling around with the sheets before foregoing them altogether.

But you’d finally fell asleep, four hours after you’d originally settled down for bed. You were plagued with nightmares of your past. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Bucky woke you up that night, taking a hold of your shoulders, shaking them violently until you woke up. And when you did, you gasped for air, hands instinctively grabbing his wrists, palms burning his skin. He snatched his flesh hand away, watching as sparks flitted from your fingertips. However, Bucky kept his metal hand against your burning skin, twisting your hand around, holding it gently in his. He rubbed his cool metal thumb against your knuckles, shifting so that he was sitting up next to you.

“Come here,” he mumbled, pulling you into his lap, arms curling up so you could tuck them under your chin, head resting on Bucky’s lap. He combed his fingers through your hair, gently tugging any knots out. “Tell me about it this time?” He asked softly.

You gazed into his blue eyes, barely lit up by the lightning shining through your window. You blinked away the remaining tears for your own eyes, rubbing your cheeks with the back of your hand to rid them of tear-trails. “I discovered my powers when I was little, like, maybe five or six.” You barely spoke at all, voice coming out softer than a whisper, cracking, broken. “And my parents didn’t really know what to do.” Clearing your throat, you had to give them the benefit of the doubt, to clarify: “I mean – they were both normal. They didn’t know what else to do. But then I started setting things on fire. It took them a while to figure out it was me, actually.” Bucky nodded along to your story, listening quietly, never interrupting, his hand never falling from your hair. “By the time they figured out it was me, they didn’t know what to do. They wanted to help me.” The last sentence came out quieter than the rest, voice barely audible at all. “When it rained a lot, they mad me sit outside in the yard.”

The memory flashed across your mind, the first time they sent you outside. There was thundering and lightning, and you couldn’t hear your own childish screams over the loud rain and claps of thunder, you couldn’t tell your tears apart from the rain that splashed on your cheeks. They put you out in the rain with the hopes it would put out all your fires, break your constant fever, wash away your powers. “It burned. The cold water on my burning skin felt like an acid rain. It felt like hot oil was spilling all over my arms and legs.” You shuddered at the thought of it, the skin on your extremities now suddenly itchy and scorching hot.

…

But that was all gone now. He wasn’t there to hold you, calm you down. You didn’t know what it was, actually. First, he disappeared. You didn’t even see him for days; you couldn’t find him at the gym or in the kitchen. One day you saw him in the hallway, walking with Steve, speaking in very hushed tones. As soon as you swung the corner and made eye contact with him, he was gone. He completely dropped the conversation he was having, turned on his heel, and strutted towards his bedroom.

Steve looked at you with sorrow-filled eyes. All you could do was offer him a small, fake smile and shrug; he saw right through it. But you were out of questions to ask, tears to cry. There was nothing left to do.

He wasn’t in your life anymore.

Now the only thing you could do was stop wondering what happened, why it happened. You chose to remember the good times with Bucky. The times he held you in his strong arms, shielding you from your past memories and your nightmares.

He may be out of your life, but the memories of the times you shared would live on with you forever. Would you love me for the hell of it? All our fears would be irrelevant The sky'd be falling while I'd hold you tight No, there wouldn't be a reason why We would even have to say goodbye

The sky was falling, technically.

Chunks of building tumbled down the walls around you. Smoke clouded the air and debris filled your lungs. There was shouting all around you – you think – you couldn’t make out any real sounds through the sounds of the bombs exploding all around you. You were trapped in a maze; it had to be a maze, you thought. You felt like you’d walked around the same hall for hours. You were sure it had been hours at that point.

The buildings started to shatter around you, bright light blinding your vision. The clouds of smoke appeared more frequently, meaning the attack was only getting closer. Were they landmines? Or were they coming from the sky? You didn’t have time to think about it. The wall next to you burst beside you, knocking you off your feet.

Before you made contact with the ground, an arm snaked around your waist, pulling you up, dragging you to a nearby room. You were tossed into a cold porcelain bathtub, the sides of the tub caked with dry dirt and chunks of plaster. Once you were dropped into the tub, a heavy weight fell on top of you – a body.

Bucky’s body, to be exact.

You clung to his leather clad, torso, hands shaking, gripping the buckles and straps. His hands and head shielded yours, the rest of his body resting on top of yours to break the fall of any dropping debris and pieces of ceiling.

You were so close. You were breathing the same air, the same dirty air, struggling to breath, gasping for breath. You’d lost track of how many days you’d spent apart, how many days it’s been since he’s stopped talking to you.

And then it was over. Just like that. “We should stay until the bombing ends.”

His voice was raspy, almost as if he hadn’t used it at all since he stopped speaking to you. Your heart raced at his words, at the sound of his voice. You could feel his heart racing, too. But you couldn’t find the words to say and, at that point, you weren’t even sure there were any words to say, anyway.

You shut your eyes tight, waiting for it to end. This time, you definitely lost track of time. It was just you, him, and the sky falling.

…

The room had grown cold around the two of you; but you sat holding each other.

You keeping him warm, him keeping you warm.

You’d nearly fallen asleep in his arms, the feeling of him next to you – on top of you – holding you so close – protecting you – bringing you a sense of peace that you hadn’t felt in so long. He moved his hands from where they were resting on your head, placing them on either side of the tub, lifting himself off you. He kicked away the chunks of wall and ceiling, clearing the rest of the tub out before offering you a hand to help you out.

When your hand touched his, he wasn’t sure if he felt a spark, or if your hand was genuinely sparking. He didn’t care, he had missed the feeling of both.

You’d followed him out of the tub, walking beside him as you both made your way out of the building, no other words being spoken between you than those earlier. Meeting up with the rest of the team followed suit, as did the plane ride home.

The jet doors opened, you shot to your feet and headed towards your room. You had a goal in mind: make it to your room. Heavy footsteps with a purpose: that’s all your ears could hear. You listened to the pattern of your heavy boots slamming against the floor, echoing throughout the hangar.

“(Y/N)!”

Your stride stuttered.

But you pressed on. Clenching your fists at your side, you huffed out a breath and carried on.

What would you gain from talking to him?

Nothing.

Its what you kept telling yourself. You didn’t want to not talk to him. God, you’d give anything to be able to go back to normal with him. For what? So he could do it all over again?

…

He tried to run up after you. He could easily catch up to you, but his legs stopped moving after the third time he’d called your name. He stood in the hangar, watching as everyone started heading your direction, each of them heading to their own destination.

Bucky didn’t have anywhere to go. Or anything to say.

I know, you know, we know You weren't down for forever and it's fine I know, you know, we know We weren't meant for each other and it's fine

But if the world was ending You'd come over, right? You'd come over and you'd stay the night Would you love me for the hell of it? All our fears would be irrelevant The rain was hitting the window hard. You laid on your bed on your stomach, holding your head propped up on your palms as you gazed out the window across from you. You watched the raindrops race each other down the glass, trails interrupted with more raindrops falling ahead of them. Lightning lit up the sky, illuminating your bedroom in a grey hue, hurting your eyes as you stared directly at it.

You pulled the blankets over your head, groaning over the loud clap of thunder that followed the light, trying to drown it out. Flipping yourself over on your back, you shoved all the blankets off of you. There was no way you were going to sleep tonight.

Your phone said the rain wouldn’t end until ten in the morning. Rolling off the bed, you paced back and forth in front of your bookshelf, perhaps reading could take your mind off it? But you weren’t in the mood to read. You’d decided on something that did not require as much mental effort. Settling on TV, you hopped back on your bed, wincing as the bright screen lit up the room, squinting until your eyes adjusted. You flipped through the channels and found nothing but infomercials – it was barely one in the morning. Tony paid for one thousand channels and there was nothing appealing. Shutting it off, you fell back onto the bed.

There was only one place to go.

If the world was ending You'd come over, right? You'd come over, you'd come over, you'd come over, right? If the world was ending You'd come over, right?

Those were the words you kept repeating to yourself.

You stop in front of Bucky’s doorway, blanket wrapped tightly over your shoulders.

Your knuckles rap lightly against the door.

It swings open, revealing a frightened Bucky, who releases a held breath as relief washes over his face. He breaths your name in a shaky exhale, almost fighting the small smile that is pulling at his lips. And it’s you who gets lost in his cloudy blue eyes, it’s you who can feel the heat radiating off his naked torso, it’s you who holds back tears.

“My world was ending.”

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