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the-fiction-witch · 4 years ago

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Spooky Times 24 : Witches Oak

REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: DARK

Not Much Used to happen in this little town, But sometimes that’s because far too much happened long ago.

The room was hushed, the tweeting of birds and the patterning of occasional rain both muffled by the window and pulled curtains. The room is dark with only the light of a few glow in the dark green stars stuck to the ceiling and walls. A rustling from the corner of the room and a huge glass tank, however, filled with sawdust and toys. The Quiet sounds of breathing from under the mangled mess of blue space bedding.

“ADAM!! You’ll be late for school!” The Shrill voice from the stairwell screamed

“Uuuuummm Five more minutes mum!” I groaned back cuddling my blanket tighter

“Now Adam! And Remember you have to drop your sister off at preschool” She yelled back

“Fine” I sighed, I slowly swung my feet around slipping them into my cosy slippers as I forced myself up from the bed and stretched as I went out my bedroom across the old hallway to the little bathroom. I stared at my face a while my eyes barely open and my hair a mess, I brushed my teeth and washed up as quickly as I could before hopping back into my room and getting dressed. Slipping on an old pair of jeans, My Plain blue shirt and then my light blue Patterned overshirt. I fixed my hair best I could, slipping on my glasses and opening my curtains. It looked dull and grey as it did almost every day.

I Sighed and cracked the window to let some air through grabbing a handful of birdseed from the bag and dropping it outside the window letting the pile sit on the ledge.

I grabbed the lid for the tank and put it down grabbing two little treats from the box and watching as two little hamster heads popped out the sawdust from the tunnels they had been building

“Goodnight Marco” I smiled giving him a treat which he happily took and hid in his cheeks “goodnight Polo” I smiled giving him one too “You guys get to bed, it’s late for you” I smiled putting the lid back on. I grabbed my backpack from the floor and stuffed my homework from my desk into my bag before heading downstairs.

My mother sat at the table with her cup of tea and my sister in her high chair eating something I wasn’t sure what with her unicorn bowl and spoon.

“She’ll be late,” My mother said

“I know mum, I had to feed Marco and Polo” I answered, picking up my little sister and starting to put her yellow raincoat on, sitting her on the sofa and slipping on her little pink wellies.

“Your money’s on the table,” she says sipping her tea

“Thanks, mum,” I smiled, taking the coins and stuffing them in my pocket. “Come on Eliza,” I said, picking her up and heading out the door.

The streets are empty and hardly a light on with any of the houses. I put Eliza down and let her walk along the street beside me as we headed along the road until we reached the edge of the forest walking down the little paths through the trees listening to the birds in the trees and the crunching of the leaves below my feet.

Eliza ran off as usual so I sighed and ran after her. She sat at the tall withered old oak tree, the bark and branches twisted, the leaves falling to the earth with shades of orange and green. The roots breaking through the ground the earth broke open where the roots are too strong.

“Hello Miss Oak” Eliza giggled as she looked at the tree as the little black and grey bunny rabbit hopped from the burrow under the tree roots,

“Hey Mrs oak” I smirked getting a carrot from my backpack snapping it in half and throwing it to her “Come On Eliza” I smiled picking her up and heading down the path, I noticed the little bunny following us “No Not you Mrs Oak” I laughed so the bunny hopped back to its burrow and we carried on through the thick forest. The path got a little more well-trod so I put Eliza bath down letting her run as we passed the old rusted gates of the Old Graveyard, the twisted iron covered in years of ivy and stinging nettles. Eliza ran off inside so I sighed following her though the little paths littered with old gravestones and flowers, till she stopped by one so broken and weathered the name and dates where unreadable. She stopped and sat down clapping her hands and soon enough the little blonde bunny hopped out from behind the stone

“Mr Gravestone!” she giggled

“Hey Mr gravestone” I laughed, throwing him the other half a carrot “Come on Eliza else we’ll be late,” I told her, picking her up and heading into town.

I kept Eliza close to me cuddling her close to me as we crossed the little roads and hurried down the empty stone streets until I reached the little daycare centre

“Good Morning Eliza” Mrs Smith smiled

“Hey Mrs smith, sorry I can’t stay I got to get to class,” I told her handing Eliza to her

“Of course you have a nice day adam” she smiled

“I wanna go play with Mr Gravestone and Miss Oak” Eliza giggled

“I know, well you have to stay here, I’ll come to get you after school okay?” I remember so she nodded and headed off down the grey pavement towards the school.

Nothing much went on that day, just the usual Friday bored out of my mind as my friends were always gone on Fridays for the club stuff they do. I sat on the MDF desk slowly taking my pen apart and putting it back together over and over while pretending to listen to my History teacher as she went on and on about the importance of local history without ever actually telling anyone any. Everyone in the room was as bored as me except Melody who sat at the front of the class, her glasses perched on her nose, her dark brown Pigtails happily sitting on her shoulders, her hands neatly folded on the desk in front of her. I stopped looking, not wanting someone to see me looking at her even if I had a mild crush on her but I never let anyone know I don’t want to die a horrible painful death for admitting to liking the school nerd girl.

“Fine, you kids want important local history? Something that appeals to your bloodthirsty heads” she asked I glanced up curious what she was talking about “Then I shall tell you of the documented tail of the Witches oak”

“The Witches oak? Miss Linea Everyone knows about the witches oak it's a bedtime story” one boy commented from the back

“Then, by all means, You tell it, Arthur,” she said

“The Town used to have a resident witch, who stole babies, ate children and put spells on the town until the major ran her out of town on some waggon” he explained I sighed and returned to my pen

“No! That’s not the story at all” Melody argued

“Go On Miss Abernathy,” Miss Linea told her

“Many years ago, the town had a resident witch, she lived out in the woods” she began and I perked up a little more watching melody as she spoke “she made potions for the town, as a healer, until one day she gave the whole town the wrong potion in an attempt to murder them all, she only killed one child in her attempt, and when the town confronted her she put a curse on the town, the crops died, the water got contaminated, the mines ran dry and the livestock all died. So the towns People took her out to the witches oak and Hung her for her crimes” she explained

“Very good Miss Abernathy, However that was not the end of it,” Miss Linea said “In her dying breath she cursed those who had doomed her to the fate of hell and said each of them would die a horrible death, and within the month every one of her accusers was found dead in a most Horrific way”

The bell then went so everyone gathered their things. I shoved my work into my bag and headed out towards my locker for my stuff when I heard a voice as I was unlocking it,

“Hey Adam,” I turned and saw that the melody stood with her books, I tried not to blush and smiled “Hey Melody, what’s up?” I asked her

“I was wondering if you could walk me home?” she asks “You walk through the woods don't you?”

“Uhh yeah I do” I nodded “But Uhh…. I have to pick up my little sister from daycare”

“It’s okay, I can wait” she smiled

“You sure?” I asked grabbing my stuff and she nods “Okay, let’s go then”

I gathered my stuff and locked up my locker as we both slowly walked out of school heading out into town as the darkness began to crawl into the town “So why did you want me to talk with you today?” I asked her

“Well with the nights growing much darker this time of year, and having to walk through the woods by the witches oak tree it’s rather scary” she explained

"Yeah especially when you remember that spooky story for history class" I blushed

But at that exact moment the sky cracked and a storm erupted on the horizon breaking the buildings destoryin tree's I saw the terrifying dark clouds on the horizon "The Tree! it's where the storms coming from, something is happening tonight" I said "Come on" I told her making her follow me grabbing my sister on the way till we reached the tree and instantly I was in another world...

"This is the only place I ever felt happy" she says "but not anymore"

"Why not?"

"It's full of bad memories now" she says a tear falling down her cheek

"There wasn't anywhere else?"

"No, everywhere else was just the same"

"What about your mother? Didn't you want to see her?"

"No… I never knew her, she died when I was born"

"What about your father?"

"He wasn't very nice to me… he blamed me for her death, and was unkind to me"

"There must have been someone who looked after you? Who was kind to you?"

"One"

"Y/n?" I heard from behind the tree where Y/n sat two hands appeared from behind the tree covering her eyes as she read her book making her giggle

"Hehee stop it!" She giggled

"His name was Thomas" she smiled as the boy popped out from behind the tree to give Y/n a hug

"You seem close?"

"We where, we used to come here and cuddle" she laughed "he used to promise me that he'd marry me" she blushed as he gave her cheek a little kiss

"Why didn't you?"

"Because I died before he could"

"Ohh I'm sorry"

"You remind me off him" she smiled "he was always sweet, kind to me… he was a very open mind"

"You miss him?"

"Every day"

"Don't you want to go see him?"

"I'm not sure I can"

"Why not?"

"I'm sure he moved on once I died" She says

I looked to the book finding the day she was hung she looked away as it turned to the red sky the rope in the tree, Y/n being forced to walk towards it

"Y/n!! NOOO PLEASE!! Please she didn't do anything!! Nooo!! Y/nA!!!" He screamed men holding him back so he couldn't intervine

"It's the last thing I remember, My Thomas, crying, screaming as I was hung" she explained "please...tell me… what happened to him"

I turned the page and continued to read

"Days later Thomas Sangster was found under the Witches Oak Tree, having hung himself in the night" I read "he wanted to be with you Y/n he hung himself so he could be with you"

"Then… then why is he not here?"

I looked to the book and read the rest of it "he was cut down and burried in the graveyard with his other deceased family members" I read "you see Y/n that's why he hasn't been here all these years, he wanted to die with you, be with you for all eternity, but his family dragged him away and burried him somewhere else So you couldn't be together"

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kosmosian-quills · 5 years ago

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Approaching

My first piece of solid, uninterrupted writing for my story in over a month was a rewrite of a scene XD I’m trying to make use of some of the @yourocsbackstory scenes in the prequel, and this one is from the Week 2 - Friends prompt. I rewrote it to fit more chronologically with the story, and to include a little more worldbuilding.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Bidding farewell to my father, I leave his study and proceed back down the corridor. Karolina is waiting for me, as she usually does, ever diligent in her duty.

The sunset makes this part of the castle seem much darker than it is. The winter months of course do not help things in this regard, but at least the sweeping hallways are lit up earlier to compensate.

There’s no one here at this time of evening, except the occasional guard patrols every now and then, as well as us. It’s lonely, almost, with how the only sounds being our own footsteps and the echo of steps far away from us, ricocheting down the stone to us.

My thoughts are plagued with grandfather’s words, his encouragement, for me to speak up and say something to my Maidens of Honour. If not all of them, just one of them. After all, dividing a daunting task into manageable chunks is an apt way to solve the problem.

It’s just me and Karolina here.

I decide then and there that we’ll take the long route back to the residential wing of the castle. I don’t want to cut our journey short by arriving back at the room, and I would rather not be interrupted by passers-by. Somewhere private. I don’t voice this intention to her, simply keeping it to myself. For now, at least.

I slow my pace as we pass one of the windows on the very outside of this building, the dusk skyline a strange mixture of orange into grey, feeding into a rich, midnight blue. Karolina matches my pace, maintaining the few pace distance between us, yet slowing down all the same, not questioning my action at all. Not that I expected her to either way.

It doesn’t feel right. How do I even break this silence we have? It feels strange to simply start a conversation. What can I even say? I slow to a halt in the middle of the corridor, trying to will myself to say something, anything to break the silence. But I don’t have to, because she speaks first.

“Is something the matter, your highness?” she asks, voice rich with a genuine concern.

I close my eyes, take a silent breath, before forcing myself to answer her question.

“Actually… there is just one thing, Karolina,” I open my eyes, hold my left hand in the grip of my right hand, trying to hide just how nervous I am about this whole thing. “I apologise if this is forward of me, but may I ask you a personal question?” I turn around to face her, looking right into those deep emerald eyes of hers.

She nodded slightly, "of course, your majesty."

I took a moment, looking at her, stood there perfectly straight and tall, long hair stretching down the length of her back.

"My name is Anjelika," I fully turn my body around, so I am not looking over my shoulder, to face her properly, "please, call me Anjelika. In private, I don't mind. Please."

"Y-yes, Anjelika," Karolina seemed surprised at my request. Was this an odd one? I don't know. The only people in my life that have ever called me by my name are my family, no one else does. Karolina is the first person outside of my family to ever call me by my name.

“Let’s walk, Karolina,” I say, inviting her to come up beside me so that we can converse.

We aren’t moving quickly by any means, just slow steps down the corridor together, passing the various windows, banners, statues. Everything that decorates the hallways with life and colour.

“Do you… enjoy it?” I asked, watching her mesmerising emerald eyes for any kind of answer as we walked. She furrowed her brows to a slight questioning frown, so I continued quickly. “Living and working here, Karolina.”

“Of course, your – Anjelika. Why do you ask?” she tilted her head slightly, her bright red locks resting just so on her shoulder.

“Please, be honest with me,” I hold up a hand towards her, before returning it to its original position in my own grip, “I don’t know what you think of your positions, because you’re all so… quiet, about it. You don’t talk about it with me, and I’m… worried that I’m failing to uphold my end of the vow I made to you.”

She looked surprised at this, at my strange, odd request. My heart is racing as I watch her, and I can only hope that I haven’t offended her. But oh no, I’ve put her in a precarious position. She knows there is no consequence when I have insisted that she be honest with me, but… does she truly believe that? Does she think that I will dismiss her, based on my request? Is she thinking quickly, only trying to be honest enough that I don’t suspect anything is amiss? Does she want to try to placate me, to give me the answer I want to hear?

“If I may be honest…”

“Please, please do.”

“Anjelika… perhaps the reason we keep to ourselves is because we think you prefer your solitude.” She started almost hesitantly, carefully, not even looking at me yet. She had her hands clasped together in front of her, and nodded slightly as she spoke, before she finally looked me in the eyes and continued. “It’s not because we don’t want to be with you, that isn’t it at all, but you haven’t spoken to us much, nor initiated any kind of conversation with us.”

I listen closely to all of her words, both immensely relieved of her honesty, and a little hurt by it. Truth is always a bitter taste – you want it, you need it, but once you taste it, you wish you were still enveloped in your own blissful ignorance. But I can’t ask her to stop, I have to listen to everything she has to say. I still absolutely want to learn to be better.

“Maybe you could… try and be a little more involved, talk to us, and the others will open up just as much with you.” She shrugged lightly. She still seemed very nervous about how she spoke with me, and just what she was saying to me.

“I suppose you’re right, Karolina,” I replied, looking away from her and at the door to the main wing in the distance, “I never thought of it that way. But what on earth do we talk about?”

There was something dancing on her lips, something like a smile, one that finally broke through the nerves. She seemed more comfortable, more at ease, and I… I like it this way.

“We have a lifetime to figure that out, because honestly, starting conversations is sort of hard for me too,” she explained, a nervous laugh edging the end of her sentence.

“I guess we both have a lot to learn,” I returned her smile, before looking down and away from her, taking a silent breath just before I continue, feeling that smile waver ever so slightly.

The nerves in the air somehow seem much lighter, not as overbearing. The atmosphere seems brighter despite the ever growing darkness in the world outside us. Taking a longer route somehow doesn’t seem as daunting. It’s nice to know that we’ll have this extra time together.

But there is one place that I didn’t consider in this particular route, a corridor that simultaneously gives me a feeling of tremendous pride and overwhelming pressure all at once.

Lining this stretch of hallway, equidistant apart from one another, are portraits. 8 of them, so far, to be exact. Each of them are painted during one very specific instance, and so every portrait shares an unmistakeable similarity. We come to a stop at the very end of the line of paintings.

Ever since our country was founded, the family that ruled in this castle have had portraits painted of the immediate family when the eldest child – the Crown Prince or Princess – turns 10 years old. Every single portrait on this wall has at least one child with the reigning monarchs behind them. The proud parents. It continues on to the next portrait, when that very child becomes the reigning monarch. It’s beautiful, in a way, that you can follow our family history right back in a very cohesive manner. You see them as a child, and then as an adult with a family, and then their child with their family.

My generation is no exception. The very last portrait here is one of me and my parents, painted on the very day I turned 10 years old. Stood between my parents, in a navy coloured dress, the golden tiara perched on my head. I was small back then, at least in comparison to some of the other 10 year olds in these paintings. Skinny, big brown eyes staring back at me, that small smile on my face. Father’s hand rested on my right shoulder, with my mother on my other side. My hair was longer back then, just about longer than my shoulders. I haven’t had it that long in years. This painting is also one of the three that have only one child featured. Even my father has his younger brother – my uncle - next to him in the painting next to ours.

The striking innocence in that painting, when life was so much simpler, it’s so strange to look back on.

But then, the pressure fills me with an overwhelming dread as I catch sight of the empty space next to them. The empty space that a portrait of my family will fill, somewhere in my future. Looking at the long line of my ancestors, one after another, all playing a very important role in this country.

I wonder, did all of my ancestors feel this way when they looked upon the many paintings before theirs? Of course, a swell of pride, but a deep rooted anxiety that their rule will be remarkable for the wrong reasons. I would hate to shame my family like that, to crash everything to a grinding halt. But then again, many of their reigns were unremarkable. Is that the goal? To be so unremarkable that I’m not a blemish on my family name, or to be so remarkable that my impression is left for generations to come?

I don’t know. I suppose I’ll never find out.

But honestly, I also wonder if my Maidens think the same way about their role.

“I never did like this painting,” I say aloud, almost to myself, looking myself in the eyes as I do. Those wide, innocent, brown eyes. “That dress was itchy, I hated the fabric. I had to stand there for a long while until the artist had enough of my details. I remember I couldn’t wait to get out of it.” I finish on a slightly amused chuckle.

“I think it’s a lovely dress, Anjelika,” Karolina compliments. “It suits your eyes.”

“That’s what mother said. That’s why I had to wear it,” I smile at my companion, and she returns it. It’s so nice to see, it feels so warm.

And yet, something is still plaguing my thoughts. All we’ve talked about, until now, is me. About my situation and my position, and I feel awful that I haven’t even extended the slightest courtesy to Karolina of the same respect. But she will have been told not to expect to tell me anything. After all, according to the older and wiser people who run the household, I don’t need to know about them. They just need to know me.

But that’s a lie. I do need to know them. I want to.

"Karolina, I feel like I don't know any of you.” I break our eye contact for the first time, feeling immensely guilty about it. “You all know me. You were told everything about me the moment you were accepted into your role."

She’s watching me, not interrupting or even making any kind of indication that she wanted to speak next, so I continued, hoping she’ll understand, hoping that this will not backfire exponentially. I was taking her earlier advice, after all. The best I can do is to prove myself to her, that I want to know her better.

"We perform the activities we do because they are the ones I chose, but I want to know what you all like to do. I..." I hesitated, my gaze fixated on the vase just over her shoulder, on the table over there, "I want us to be friends. I don't want my only human interactions with you to be on a hierarchy. I want us to be…”

I had to actively fight to stop me saying something too forward, too serious. This was such a vulnerable conversation and I want nothing more than a real friend, but I just can’t say it. This also seems to private to be talking about in this place, but I know that if I don’t do it now, I never will.

"I would love to be able to laugh with you, cry with you and do everything that friends do, but… I’m sorry, I don't know how. I've never had a friend before, just my cousin, and he, well..."

I didn’t have to continue, because she interrupted me before I could totally humiliate myself.

"Gardening."

I looked up at her.

"I love to garden," she said, smiling at me warmly, "back home, our garden was full of crops year round. We would harvest the apples and make szarlotka, and the strawberries made the best fruit tarts. It tasted better knowing our hard work made them possible."

I could feel that same smile creep back onto my lips, and for the first time in ages I felt truly at ease… truly happy, "I'm sure if we asked, we could get our hands on a portion of the grounds and we can plant some crops together."

"That would be lovely, thank you, Anjelika."

"You’re welcome, Karolina.”

#my writing #my OC's #my WIP #WIP: Angel #WIP: Angel Prequel #POV: Anjelika

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marvelsswansong · 5 years ago

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22&25 with Bucky bc I hate myself and love heartache? Thanks x

22: “You should leave.”

25: “I’m with someone else now… and you know him.”

a/n: ENDGAME SPOILERS! Also, I tweaked a couple of things in the movie so this story could make sense. I hope you like it. sorry if this is shit i kinda think it’s cringy and i wrote it at 4am but I tried to make it angsty

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Bucky wakes to a world of orange.

He’s confused, at first, as he lies in a field of grass, feeling the soft breeze rustle through his hair and send small tremors down his body. He doesn’t quiet remember how he got here or why, just that he feels so at peace just staring at the orange sky.

Wait.

Orange?

Then it all comes flooding back to him like a tidal wave. He sits up in horror, similar to as if he’d just have nightmare, except in this case, his nightmares have actually come true. He remembers it all- the smell of burning flesh, the taste of hot blood in his mouth, the horrendous sounds of clashing swords and broken screams.

Right.

Bucky had been fighting with Steve in Wakanda in an effort to save the world from mass destruction. He’d pleaded and begged for you to stay behind but you’d held your ground, grasping him desperately and telling him that you needed to use your powers for good. He had sighed and kissed you softly, resting his forehead on yours and admitting that he was just afraid that he would lose you.

“You won’t ever lose me.” you’d said, looking up at him with a soft smile.

And you’d been right.

Instead, you lost him. Bucky barely had a chance to react before his legs started to buckle as the world around him faded to dull shades of green and grey, his very essence dissipating into thin air before he could even shout out for you. Instead, he had to watch as you fell to your knees and screamed for him.

But he wasn’t dead.

Was he?

Survival instincts kicked in, prompting Bucky to stand up and quickly survey his surroundings. It looked like he was in a giant never ending field, surrounded by trees, grass and various plants. The urge to come back to you worsened with each step he took, the tears starting to rise up to his eyes as a culmination of pure stress and desperation, but he forced himself to walk further in hopes of a clearing.

But everywhere he looked he only saw blended shades of green, shrubs and the dismally bright orange sky. The shadows appearing behind him mocked him, morphing into reflections of you and driving him to near madness. He couldn’t tell if he was genuinely smelling your shampoo or if he was hallucinating- it didn’t matter to him. Bucky only stopped walking when he reached a supposed clearing, surrounded by a circle of trees. He broke down right then and there when he saw what was there.

A lone flower.

A lily.

Your favorite.

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You toyed with the fragile petals with your fingers, a sad smile appearing on your lips as you watched the little lily sway in the wind. You only diverted your attention when you felt Steve’s presence behind you, his warm arms sneaking around your waist and enveloping you in a hug.

“It’s been almost five years now, Steve.” you whispered quietly, looking up at Steve with teary eyes.

He sighed and nodded, only squeezing you tighter.

“I know, darling… But like Scott said, with Tony’s help, we actually have a chance of bringing everyone else back.”

You let out a broken laugh.

“I know that’s supposed to make me feel better but it’s not…. Steve-”

You took in a shaky breath as he stared at you curiously.

“If… If Bucky comes back, will we, um, what will happen to us?”

Steve stiffened for a brief moment before gently pulling away, lifting your chin up with his finger and giving you a reassuring grin.

“Don’t worry about that right now, darling. We’ll figure it out as we go. But either way, we need to do this. There are billions of lives on the line.”

You nodded and stood up, brushing the tears from your eyes.

“You’re right. Sorry, my problems are not important right now. I’m being selfish.”

Steve shook his head sideways.

“You’re one of the least selfish person I know, (Y/n).”

You smiled sadly.

“Thanks Steve…. I love you.”

Steve reached over and squeezed your hand.

“I love you too.”

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Bucky sat in the clearing of that field for what felt like hours- or perhaps days, he couldn’t tell. Time had no clear indicator in this place. But he just missed you so damn much, the loneliness and guilt was crushing him and rooting him in place.

“Mr.Barnes-”

The familiar voice of the sorcerer caused him to jump up in surprise, only to find Stephen Strange standing in front of him along with a couple of other heroes.

“I believe our assistance is needed.”

And the next thing he knew, Bucky was back on Earth. Albeit, a battlefield, but nonetheless. Back home. Closer to you.

He had to find you.

So he walked through the war zone, pushing through the clouds of dirt and pools of blood, killing any alien with his bare fists and gunfire that was blocking his way.

He had to find you.

And there you were. Standing next to Wanda, summoning fire and killing a whole army of aliens charging from the sky.

“(Y/n)!”

You barely had time to turn around before the mass of muscle and metal collided into you, the sudden mess of long brown hair and the familiar smell of Bucky invading your senses.

“Bucky, I-”

Before you could finish your sentence he was kissing you, and five years ago you would’ve eagerly returned the favour. But instead you found yourself awkwardly staring at Bucky with both eyes open, pushing him away slightly with two hands. He stared at you, bewildered and hurt, as you cleared your throat and avoided his gaze.

“Bucky, I missed you…”

“Apparently not really since you pushed me away. What’s going on, doll?”

That nickname usually made you weak but now it made you grimace, the guilt starting to eat you alive.

“You’ve been gone for five years, Buck. And I… I’m sorry but-”

You let out a shaky sigh.

“I’m with someone else now… and you know him.”

Bucky’s heart stopped beating at that moment, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to process your response. He had lost you and then just found you, only to find out he had lost you again, but to someone else. And apparently, someone he knew.

A loud explosion a few miles away caught both of your attention, prompting you to quickly run after it.

“I’m really sorry, Bucky. Let’s talk about this after the battle, yeah?”

But with Tony’s death and the heavy losses suffered from the battle, there didn’t seem to be any time for him to talk to you after the war. While everyone else celebrated the defeat of Thanos and mourned the loss of Tony Stark, Bucky stood silently in the corner, his heart slowly turning cold and brittle at the realization that you’d moved on.

It was only at Tony’s funeral that you were finally in the same place as Bucky- his heart stopping for a quick moment when he realized you were wearing the black dress that he’d bought you on your second date with him. After the send off of the casket, Bucky quickly ran after you and called your name.

“(Y/n)-”

You stilled, dreading this moment.

“Bucky… Hi. I-I’m sure you want an explanation. I-”

“Baby, are you ready to leave? The babysitter called, she said Lily’s been making a fuss- Oh.”

Steve stopped talking when he saw you in midst conversation with his best friend, a mortified look on your face and pure pain painted across Bucky’s.

“Steve?” muttered Bucky quietly, disbelieved.

“Bucky, please-”

A sudden ripple of anger coursed through his veins.

“You’re with STEVE? My best friend?”

Steve stepped forward with his arms outstretched, trying to calm his friend down.

“Bucky, I know you’re upset-”

“UPSET? I… I’m livid. I was betrayed. By the two people who mattered the most to me!” retorted Bucky, angrily pushing Steve away.

“Bucky please-”

Your strangled voice caught his attention, causing Bucky to pause before calming down with an angry stare. You could practically feel the pain radiating off of him as you spoke.

“I’m so sorry, Buck. But you have to understand, you were gone for five years-”

“Do you love me? Did you ever love me?”

Steve’s anger flared up as he stepped forward protectively, pushing you backwards.

“You should leave.”

You tugged Steve backwards and let out a broken sob at Bucky’s question.

“No, Steve, he needs to stay. I-”

You sighed.

“Of course I did. How could you ever doubt that? It completely broke me when you died, Bucky. I-I know it was just five hours to you but it was five long, hard years for me. I was suddenly left alone in a post apocalyptic world, I lost so many of my friends and I lost you. You died r-right i-in front of my eyes, Buck. And Steve, he… he took care of me. He picked up my broken pieces.”

Bucky’s harsh gaze began to soften as you continued, tears running down your face.

“It took us so long to even get together cause we both felt so guilty. But we needed each other, Buck, and you were gone. One thing led to another and…”

“You got together.” finished Bucky, his voice laced with pain.

He watched as Steve extended a gentle arm towards you, his hand rubbing gentle circles onto your skin. Bucky smiled sadly and bit back his tears, trying to be the bigger person.

“It’s okay, (Y/n). I… I was just surprised. This is all a lot to take in.”

“Yeah, I can only imagine.” added Steve sympathetically.

Bucky sighed.

“Who’s Lily?”

“She’s our daughter.” you added in quietly, wiping your tears away from your face.

“So you still like lilies. That didn’t change about you.”

You let out a broken laugh at his comment. A brief moment of silence passed as Bucky pondered over what to say and how to say it.

“Are you… happy? Both of you?”

The two of you nodded.

“Absolutely.”

“I… I really am, Bucky.”

He just smiled at you the best he could.

“Then that’s all that matters… I’m glad that you two were able to find each other.”

Bucky then turned on his heel and began to walk away, only to be stopped by Steve putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Wait! Do you… I don’t know, do you want to meet Lily or something? Catch up? She’d love to meet the famous Uncle Bucky for the first time.”

Bucky shook his head sideways.

“Nah. I don’t… I don’t think I’m quite there yet.”

Steve nodded understandingly, the urge to apologize more evident than ever before.

“Bucky, I-”

“It’s okay.” interrupted Bucky, waving away his friend’s apology.

“I’m not mad. It was just a lot to take in. I mean, in a way, it’s great- my best friend and my best gal together. And this is your happy ending, Stevie. I could never take that away from you. The thing you’ve been dreaming about all these decades- a wife, a child, a home life…”

“You’re gonna get that too one day, Buck.”

Bucky grinned sadly.

“I know I will, punk. Just… just take care of her for me, right?”

“I promise I will.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

And so Bucky watched as his best friend left, a quick arm being wrapped around your waist as the two of you drove away in a bright red car. A bitter smile returned on his face when he realized that the two of you had gotten your happy endings. Bucky strolled across the lake before taking out the lily that was in his coat pocket for the funeral and dropping it into the water.

Now it was gone, just like you.

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a/n: yikes what the fuck was that ending ugh im so sorry this is so bad but i wanted to write this up before i slept and it’s 4:40am now ew so sorry

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mysticalreadingnerd · 7 years ago

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Angel on Wheels (Credence Barebone x Reader Imagine)

Words: 1491

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I don't own Credence or any character from the FBAWTFT universe. Queen JKR does. I'm just a Hufflepuff Nerd who writes fanfiction to fulfill her happy Credence cravings. GIF credits to the user.

Request: Hi I was wondering if you could do a Credence x shy wheelchair reader imagine thing where the reader is insecure and doesn't think any one will love her because of her disability but gets proven wrong by Credence who shows her he loves her with lots of fluff and maybe a kiss and an excited Queenie (maybe the gang are hanging out at the time) it would mean a lot if you could do this as I often feel this way about my disability xxx bye

A pleasant breeze weaved it's way through the trees, carving a path through the gently rustling foliage and fluttering autumn leaves. Vivid shades of red, yellow and orange glittered across the expanse of Central Park, giving the abundance of trees the illusion of wearing tiaras set with gemstones. Quite unlike a place set in the heart of a bustling city like New York.

Credence took a deep breath. The crisp air that filled his lungs gave him a sudden burst of energy and awareness. His Obscurus thrummed in approval beneath the surface of his skin, alight with the excitement that he was feeling. The entity had become less of a uncontrollable beast and more of a sentient existence, omnipresent as a silent spectator. Always aware, watching.

Had he been the Credence of a year ago, the Obscurus would have burst forth at the slightest fluctuation in his feelings. Though that was a given since fear was the only emotion he felt back then. Constant and intense fear. Accompanied by a pulsing rage that was barely contained. Looking around him, he was thankful that all of that was in the past. He looked on as Newt and Tina bickered about which spot would be ideal for setting up their picnic. It seemed that Pickett was voicing his own reservations from his sanctuary in Newt's pocket, a chirrup or two at a time. Queenie was talking animatedly with Jacob about the contents of the food basket and how their joint efforts had turned it into a sumptuous feast. The jovial Muggle was smiling widely, probably just content being with his beautiful blonde lover.

Credence's gaze then shifted to Y/N as she sat in her wheelchair, staring off in the distance. He followed her line of sight and realised that she was looking at a pair of cyclists who were pedalling leisurely. Occasionally hooking hands, the couple was very apparently in love. Feeling someone's gaze on her, she turned around to look straight at him. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a shy smile lighting up her face and Credence's heart skipped a beat. It had been doing that every time he saw Y/N. Even in a room full of people his eyes always searched for her, settled on her and grounded him to the present.

Gravel crunched under his feet as long strides took Credence towards her. He stood beside Y/N as they looked upon the cyclists slowly disappearing in the distance. He had never been a man of many words and the comfortable silence between them was what always drew him to her. Ever since 'the incident' (that's how he referred to nearly blowing up New York in his rage) and being subsequently saved by Newt, he had been in the care of Y/N's brother, a trusted acquaintance of Tina's and a respected Healer.

She assisted her brother in making healing draughts, potions & poultices, curing minor injuries and ailments, tending to their extensive herb garden and taking care of people like Credence. Though the last one was less of a duty and more of a preference, he hoped. All this was done whilst occupying a magically reinforced wheelchair that adapted itself to her surroundings, giving her approach a surreal, gliding effect. More than once, he had thought of her as a superhero without a cape, whizzing about her daily duties like a bumbling source of joy.

She looked at him again and held his gaze for a brief second, before training her attention upon the slender fingers clasped in her lap. Her nervous fidgeting everytime their eyes met endeared him the most to her. Above all, when they had first met, she had greeted him with a smile holding the same warmth as it did now, one year later. It was quite akin to being enveloped in your favourite warm and super soft from overuse jumper on a rainy day. During his slow recuperation, he often got bored out of his mind. Being bed ridden without much to do except stare at the ceiling as the sunlight made its daily trajectory from one corner of the roof to another. That was when she came up with the idea of reading aloud from old school books. The lazy afternoons spent in their home, while she softly read out from a battered copy of History of Magic had helped immensely in his long recovery process. It was also one of his favourite memories of her.

"I sometimes wonder..." her mumbled words snapped his attention to the present. He waited for her to continue but when it became apparent that no more words would be forthcoming, he spoke up. "About what?" "Whether I will ever be able to do things like that..." he opened his mouth once. Twice. The image of the cyclists holding hands popped in his mind, only this time it was him and Y/N that he visualised. Lost for words and appalled at the absurdity of his thoughts, Credence blurted out, "Cycling?" His response earned him a wry shake of her head. "No, falling in love." The sad smile that she gave him in return made him berate himself a thousand times more. Besides being extremely dense and unable to read the atmosphere, his insensitivity had probably ruined any pleasant feelings she might have harboured about him.

The air had abruptly become heavy, as if the melancholy that Y/N was feeling had tinted the wind with hues of blue and murky grey, mirroring the mood. Unable to bear the sudden, oppressive silence anymore Credence said, "I.. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you..." But she merely shook her head. She pondered over something before finally sharing what was truly bothering her. "I wasn't offended...just, things like that make me wonder whether anyone would ever think of me...in that way. It's not easy... finding someone who'd love you, especially for a person like me." The silent resignation that flitted across her otherwise cheery and bashful features unsettled him the most.

It was enough to make him crouch so that he was kneeling beside her. Taking Y/N's hand in his, Credence gave it a firm squeeze before saying, "You are kind, hard-working, dedicated and fiercely loyal to your loved ones. Your warmth translates into your actions and any person who receives your affections should be immensely grateful for it. I don't know what made you think so lowly of yourself but please, stop." "It's just the truth Credence. Who would like someone like me when there's so many better..." The affronted noise that he made stopped Y/N mid sentence. Taken aback by the earnestness blazing in his brown eyes, she could only stare as his face inched closer to her own. A calloused hand grasped her face with surprising tenderness before his lips crashed into her's in a flurry of barely restrained passion. Warm, soft and tasting faintly like a sweet caramel toffee. His lips entranced her into a seductive dance that made her giddy and slightly out of breath. It wasn't long before they broke apart, gasping for oxygen.

Mesmerized by the flush that adorned his usually pale face and blushing a deep beet root herself, all Y/N's scrambled grey cells could manage was a barely coherent, "W-what...?" Credence looked at her for a moment, as if making sure that this surreal moment was actually happening before confessing, "You look extremely beautiful when you blush, you know. It's one of the many things that I love about you." On hearing his words, her flushed cheeks darkened into a deeper shade. His thumb brushed her lips once before he continued, "And how can anyone not fall for such an adorable angel on wheels?" He gave her a loving smile before capturing her lips once again. They would have continued for longer had they not been interrupted by a delighted squeal.

They broke apart to see Queenie clasping her hands together, excitement alight on her smiling face. "See Teenie, I had told you they would get together sooner or later! It was just a matter of time!" Tina rolled her eyes at her sister's enthusiasm but gave the couple a warm chuckle, "You two love birds, come on. We finally found a place that Mr Perfectionist here approves of." She glanced subtly at Newt who gave a sheepish grin of his own.

Credence nodded. However, he didn't give much of a warning as he proceeded to scoop up Y/N from her seat and take her to their decided picnic spot. She clasped her arms tightly around his neck, her heart beating a mile a minute. Nervousness mixed with a heady dose of intense happiness coursed through her veins. "Shall we?" he asked, with a carefree smile on his face. His boyish charm captured her thudding heart anew. "We shall", she murmured, before resting her head on his chest. Love had helped even an angel on wheels to grow wings.

A/N: I hope you like this, lovely anon. I'm of the opinion that Credence is more about non verbal displays of affection and he would constantly show how much he adores you through small gestures like forehead kisses and holding hands etc. Above all, he'd treasure you for who you are, and that means all of you. I bet you are awesome and nobody can tell me otherwise. There's love for every one of us out there and it often finds us in small, sweet ways we never dreamt of. You can always talk to me if you need an overeager Honey Badger rooting for you! :)

Excuse any typos and hope you guys liked this tiny morsel of Credence fluff. Let me know how you found it!

~mystical reading nerd

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residualnotes · 7 years ago

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Mini Reviews - BPAL’s American Gods Waves I and II

So far, there have been two waves of American Gods-inspired scents from BPAL. I've been reading the book and got very excited for the show and perfumes coming out. I jumped on both waves of the release, going in with a friend on the scents. Ajevie, of course, decanted these, and most (except Believe, which was backordered) arrived at my door about three and a half weeks later.

They've had about two weeks to settle, and so here are my early impressions of these. My friend took a few of them off my hands before I could really swatch them, but I've swatched most of them:

America's New Gods - Scorched wires, silicone, tar, chlorine, wax, rubber, and exhaust. I was freaked out by these notes. It’s very … chloriney on first sniff. Mostly, this smells like cleaner.

Becoming Thunder - Skin musk and 20-year aged frankincense, a sprig of asphodel, a spalsh of soma, a lightning streak of sharp ozone, and a stream of ambrosia. This is another scent my friend took from me; it was musky and a little (but not overly) sweet.

Believe - The heart of the land: roots plunging ever deeper into thrumming black soil through the graves of faith, disillusion, and skepticism. This hasn't come yet, as it was backordered. It should be arriving to me sometime this week.

The Best Lies - Sugar-swept honey and rose. Ah yes.. .BPAL honey and rose. Since I amp honey, the honey is overwhelming the rose here :(

Bilquis - Honey, myrrh, lily of the valley, rose otto, fig leaf, almond, ambrette, red apple, and warm musk. This was one my friend wanted. I did not skin swatch this, but it was a warm, honey/rose blend that smelled fairly spicy and sweet to me.

Black Hats - Gunpowder residue, patent leather, pomade, and aftershave. I smell some leather and gunpowder/gray musk. It's not unpleasant. On skin, it's a bit smoky with a sweet undertone very reminiscent of aftershave. After about fifteen minutes, it's strongly gunpowder/leather, which is too strong for me.

The Buffalo Man - Warm dark brown musk, woodsmoke, and deep pools of labdanum. Very dark 'brown' smell, very woody and harsh. On skin this becomes a little lighter, warmed by the labdanum.

Cigarettes and Offerings - Cigarette smoke overlapping with the resonance of long-forgotten incense. There's that smoke note again. It's not really cigarette so much as the unpleasant bacon-ish smoke note I dislike. But it's quieter on skin, with a sweet edge from the incense. After twenty minutes when this warms, it is amping the cigarette smoke now. It's overtaken any hint of incense.

Coin Trick - Glittering gold and silver, rolling over knuckles--concealed in palms--and pulled from the moon and the stars. This is a very bright scent. Without knowing the notes, I might have said it's amber with a citrus element. Honestly, it smells like a man's cologne almost, in the best way (to me). On skin it's bright but musky, if that makes any sense. This definitely has a warm but gold impression to the scent.

Eostre of the Dawn - Jasmine and honeysuckle, sweet milk and female skin. Lightly floral honeysuckle with a milky, sweet musk. This reminds me of nice/high end shampoo or lotion. I will say it leans a little baby powderish at points as it dries down.The jasmine comes out stronger on skin. The throw is pretty strong here as it warms. Now it's more an even jasmine/honeysuckle. Very floral and nice.

For the Joy of It - Whiskey, mead, honey, gold, sweat, and blood. Rather pungent, sweetish. I'm smelling the honey very strongly, and (most oddly), this reminds me of bubblegum and/or bananas. Very odd, and I feel like my nose might be broken except my friend said the same thing as we sniffed this. On skin, I don't smell any of the notes actually in it, but it has a weirdly sweet yet slightly woody scent underneath it. After twenty or thirty minutes, this is oddly spicy--I think the honey tempers the whiskey. I don't really get any 'blood' or 'sweat.

Glass Eye - The depths of Mimisbrunnr: mugwort and frankincense, grey amber, and ash. Bleh. Something really strong up front that smells like cleaner/medicine. On skin it becomes even more unpleasant to me, smelling like a cough drop. I wonder if it's the mugwort. The weird cleaner/medicinal quality to this stays.

The Ifrit - Desert sand, red musk, blackened ginger, dragon's blood resin, black pepper, cinnamon, and tobacco. Very red/sweet in the vial. Reminds me of red gummy candy. I don't really get dragon's blood here though. Finally after an hour or so, the gummy quality/sweetness dies down and I get a red musk.

The Jeweled Spider - Cigarillo smoke, spatters of ice cream sundae, a supersized mug of coffee, a pile of fruit, and a little bit of curried goat. This is weirdly sweet ice cream/coffee. I think… there is probably some curried goat in there which gives this a grounded scent instead of being just pure sugar. It's very odd because this smells like nothing I've smelled before but it's undeniably foody somehow. My nose/stomach is very confused.

Laura - Violets, upturned earth, mothballs, formaldehyde (mixed with glycerin and lanolin, and the memory of the taste of strawberry daiquiris suspended in twilight. A sniff of this is all strawberries with…something… underneath of it. Sniffing closer on skin, there's definitely something underneath of the strawberry, although the strawberry itself is very pure (not sugary at all). After a few minutes on skin, this is sort of medicinal/mothball-y, I think. In about half an hour, this is an oddly biting but light floral.

Low Key Lyesmith - Black clove and cassia flung onto glowing cinders and mingled with slow dripping poisons. I get mostly cinders that burn my throat a little bit. This is bitter and dark. I think this is supposed to be clove, but on my skin it's just extremely bitter/burning ash. After about five minutes, this burn dies off and I can smell the clove a little bit. Then it's just clove clove clove. It's kind of bitter on me.

Mad Sweeney - Barrel-aged whiskey and oak. Weirdly sweet…something. I think that's supposed to be whiskey without the alcoholy tinge. On skin this definitely is more whiskey/oak.

Mama-Ji - Spices, cardamom, nutmeg, and flowers. I didn't skin test this, but I remember it just being very warm and spicy. This is one my friend ordered.

Media - A news anchor's cologne, a soap star's perfume: perfect, pixelated, and glamorous; aglow with cathodes and anodes, coated with phosphor. This actually smells very mainstream, florally and clean, like good shampoo/conditioner. I very much like it, but I feel like I've had many mainstream scents like this before. I see why they describe it as having a phosphorous/glowing quality, because it's very warm and bright.

Mister Wednesday - Sleek cologne, the memory of a Nine Herbs Charm, gallows wood, and a splash of Whiskey. I don't really know with this one. It smells like something bright and crisp to me. On skin it's cologne with a little bit of wood. Overall, this is so soft with very little throw, like the memory of a man's cologne.

Mr. Czernobog - Unfiltered cigarettes, the leather and metal of sledge hammers, aortal blood slowly drying, and black incense. Another one my friend ended up grabbing; I remember this as a pleasant, masculine cologne with a bit of a smoky/incensey edge.

Mr. Ibis - Papyrus, vanilla flower, Egyptian musk, African musk, aloe ferox, white sandalwood. Very light and clean in the vial. On skin, I get a sweet, slight floral with a little musk and aloe. It is beautiful.

Mr. Jacquel - Golden amber, hyssop, North African patchouli, and embalming spices. This is one my friend took. Sorry, but I don't remember it other than it was rather 'brown' and sour smelling to me.

The Norn's Farmhouse - Dusty, ancient wood, horehound and sage with viper's bugloos, mugwort, chamomile, nettle, apple blossom, chervil, and ashes. Apple with a really spicy herb. It reminds me of something I've used in cooking… almost like a pickling herb. I don’t enjoy this, as it's almost … tart and lingers in my nostrils after sniffing. The unpleasantness dies away after thirty or so minutes, leaving something reminiscent of a food cellar.

Search Engine - Dark metal and sour grapefruit creeping over a field of bones. I don't actually have this one in my inventory; I'll have to see if it's somewhere in my bag or if my friend ended up taking it. I remember not liking it though as it was strange citrus over a gray musk (metal).

Shadow - Grey oudh and bay rum luminous with amber. Amazing amber. If Mr. Wednesday is the memory of an older man's cologne, then Shadow is the memory of a new boyfriend's cologne on a cozy flannel. I want to wrap myself in this forever. I actually am ordering a bottle for my SO to wear. It's that good.

Take the Moon - Silvered musk and lemon peel, white fir needle, frosted apple blossom, and mugwort. Lemony, almost in a medicinal way. On skin it's more tart lemon with a very slight apple. Over time, this amps to a pleasant citrusy lemon, very bright. I don't get other notes here.

Technical Boy - Vape smoke and burning electrical parts. It's just what it says it is. Electronics with a smokey edge. This reminds me of Alkemia's Deus ex Machina. Very reminiscent of plastic. The plasticky/electrical parts scent loses its potency within an hour though, and is a little bit of smokey musk.

Zorya Polunochnaya - Pale amber and ambergris, gossamer vanilla, moonflower, and white tobacco petals. Light vanilla. It's beautiful. Hours later, this is pale amber and tobacco against light vanilla.

Zorya Utrennyaya - Sweet black coffee and a touch of ambrette seed. It is sweet coffee without any cream. I don't get any ambrette seed. It's not bad for a coffee scent, but it's nothing unique in my collection. This may have to do with where I skin tested, but this doesn't last very long at all (less than an hour).

Zorya Vechernyaya - Red musk and wild plum, orange blossom and jasmine, juniper berries, sweet incense, and vetiver-laced sandalwood. Sorry, but orange blossom is a BPAL death note of mine and I could smell it from outside the vial. My friend took this blend and I made her open it well away from me.

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