#she knew from a young age that she couldnt reach the stars from the ground

[youngpettyqueen]

"never stop reaching for those stars, mamotha. one day, I know you'll catch them."

[thetruecthulhu9]

Also Souls and swords

Percy was slumped at the base of a grand ash tree, hand clutched to the gaping wound in his side. He would die. He had always known this is how he would die, even within his delusions of domesticity, his dreams of a quiet life in a world annabeth had crafted for him and everyone like them, a city where their parents would be free to visit them, to be the mothers and fathers they were and longed to be. Percy knew he would always die in a growing pool of his own blood, growing from under him as his body desperately snatched water, from the plants, the animals, even the atmosphere around him. 

There was one thing about his death that surprised him, and truly would’ve shocked his younger self, and that was his age. To be seen as a decrepit old man, seemingly in his late 90’s, but reaching closer to 300 years. Nothing could stop age, other than his uncle’s word, but the ichor running through his veins fought it to the last, keeping him as spry as he was in his twenties, healthy enough to best a titan once again, the memory of driving his bone sharpened thumbs into Hyperion’s throat, tearing though skin and spilling golden blood, even while a spear grew in his gut, rupturing organs and cracking bone was fresh in his mind. But in the shade of dense forest, his enemy did not have His domain reaching back when He pulled on it, and had crumbled to a fine gold powder.

Percy wasn’t truly thankful for his death, but he would not begrudge Thanatos for taking his soul, he had made the god of death wait long enough and the only mortal left to mourn him was Thalia. The thought of the huntress brought a contemplative frown to his face, there was something he had promised to do when he died, although the voice he had sworn to wasn’t particularly happy about it, if he recalled.

The voice had receded in his mind as of recent years. It was once again unwelcome, with his young mind being too weak to sustain connection and his aged one proving to be too perilous, but even half a century couldnt erase the connection between percy and the voice in his sword.

He let go of the wound in his chest, the attempt to stem the blood flow was one doomed for failure regardless, and stretched out for the pommel of analkumos, hooking the hilt with two gnarled fingers, and dragged it into his feeble grip. 

Percy cradled it to his wounded side and began to direct the blood that had been pooling around him into the blade itself. The bronzing liquid was eaten greedily, the blade had tasted a halfblood’s life before, but never from one as overflowing with energy as percy. There was no steady stream, but a continuous tidal wave of it, always feeding into the blade, that lasted half an hour atleast. By this point the blade had been transformed into a pulsating mass, a bronze membrain surrounding a body littered in stars. Percy smiled as he saw the figure. He had watched her death, it was somehow fitting that he would bare witness to her rebirth.

Percy watched passively as the girl opened her eyes and began to panic, thrashing about in her flesh like prison. He sat and stared as she began to smack and push against the walls, before smiling when she finally broke the seal, having caught it with the corner of a young nail. Plasma spilled out, pulling the girl with it as if someone had allowed a balloon to rupture, and the child reborn reached as she braced herself on the woodland ground. Percy chuckled at the sight.

“I told thee that this were nay an option perseus! I refuse to live in exchange for you!”

Percy smiled faintly, his life truly on the brink of leaving him “I dont… dont believe i had much of a choice”

Percy’s eyes fluttered shut as he finished the sentence, in a facsimile of sleep. The girl scoffed at his body, assuming he had faked it to end the conversation, before the silence unnerved her enough to check his pulse,

“No… no no nonononono!” She started to pump on his chest, throwing all her weight behind it, shoulders starting to ache as the force she was exerting pulled at her young muscles and ligaments, “no, thou cannot be dead perseus! You. I… I’m not ready for you to be dead” the girl began to sob, leaning over his slowly cooling body, his soul long gone and his chest gaping. She stayed in that position until a young voice called out to her from behind, a panicked warble in her voice.

“Zoe?”

[thepandapopo]

Dancing with Fate: Chapter 2

Boop Boop Boop here we go!

Also, I couldnt help but put in some Cor memes in there… I love the headcannon that he likes to make puns with his own name.

Warnings: none

Eventually reader x Ignis

Chapters 1 / 2 

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Chapter 2: The Summoner meets the Summoned

“So this lady you’re taking me to… What’s she like?” You conversed good naturedly as you and Cor hiked up the grassy hill somewhere in the middle of a region you now knew as Duscae.

Cor turned his normally piercing gaze to you to study your countenance for a moment before softening, “Lunafreya-sama is the Oracle for all of Eos. She communicates directly with the Gods and heals those afflicted with the star scourge so she has a lot of burden resting on her shoulders.”

“Hmmm? Oh wow. So being an Oracle is just something one is born into then?”

Cor nodded in affirmation as he helped you over a particularly steep rock. “Lunafreya-sama has been doing this ever since she was a small child. She was to be married to Noctis - the crown prince of Insomnia - however the treaty meeting between the Empire and Insomnia was merely a facade for invasion.”

Through your week long journey with the man you now knew as the Marshall of the Crown Guard, you had spent a lot of time talking to the ruggedly handsome commander about the history of Eos - the name of the place you had landed this time - and the political going ons of the world. You learned about the late king Regis, the late Shield Clarus - both of whom were close friends with Cor - as well as the people in the important roles such as advisor and military personnel.

To be frank, it didn’t really surprise you that the land was currently embroiled in the midst of a war - you wouldn’t have been summoned here if everything was fine and dandy. The only question you still had remaining was what your purpose was to be in this world; and you hoped that this Lunafreya person could help you determine that.

“You’ll get to meet her soon, Y/N. We are not far from her current whereabouts; I suspect that we will arrive before nightfall as long as we keep pace.”

Nightfall. At first you did not understand exactly why the people were afraid of travelling around at night - that was, until you decided to go on a midnight bathroom break and wandered a little too far from the glowing runes of the haven you and Cor camped at.

The sight of a giant black puddle of goo materializing randomly before you on the floor was enough to freak you out (ah crap maybe you shouldn’t have eaten those strange looking mushrooms), but the towering Red Giant that climbed out of said puddle afterwards had you screeching to holy hell and blasting it uncerimoniously with a Blizzaga spell and lopping off its limbs with your scythe.

And that was how Cor learned you could fight.

It probably wasn’t the best way for your new found friend to find out about your talents, but you couldn’t care any less as you stayed trembling in Cor’s tight grip in the aftermath of battle (he had come dashing out of the tent in only his sweatpants after he heard your screams), cursing up a storm about how ungodly it was for monsters to materialize from the ground like things out of your nightmares.

So lost in your memories of the past few days, you did not even notice when your pace started to slow.

“Better keep up, Y/N, unless you fancy trekking in the dark with ‘giant puddles of black goo’ popping up left and right.” Came the playful banter that you had developed over the past few days with the Marshall.

“…You’re in-cor-rigible.”

“Your attitude only serves to en-cor-age it.”

“Oh shut up.”

XxxX

You weren’t expecting the lady in front of you.

Well, you were expecting to meet her, but you did not anticipate just how… Utterly freaking beautiful she would be.

You weren’t really one for sappy poetic descriptions, but Ifrit’s ass, her hair was like literal sunshine personified and her eyes like the crystal clear blue depths of the deepest lagoon. A perfectly pert nose sat flawlessly straight on an unblemished complexion, and the white wrap dress she wore accentuated the gentle curves of her body, but also hinted at a strength hidden beneath the demure mask she exuded.

It took you a moment before you realized you were gaping. Even though you were clearly standing in the middle of a nearly dilibitated shack of a house, with cobwebs hanging from every corner and dust bunnies under every surface, the sheer radiance and confidence of the woman before you made you feel just as uncomfortably misplaced as if you had stood in the middle of a grand palace.

“Lunafreya-sama. This is Y/N. I believe that she is the one you summoned the other day when you made your pact with Titan.” Cor moved to stand protectively beside the young Oracle, whether out of instinct or intentionally, you couldn’t tell.

Floundering for a bit, you struggled to find your words. “Uhhh hi? Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

Sticking your hand out awkwardly in greeting, you jumped at the electric tingling of magic that flowed through your veins when Lunafreya grasped your fingers in a steady grip without hesitation.

The power gifted to you by the Gods absolutely sang in your blood at the contact.

Aquamarine eyes met yours and you couldn’t help the silly grin that spread across your face.

A kindred spirit.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Please, I ask that you skip the formalities with me and speak freely.”

You had always been very finely attuned to the emotions of others, and even though Lunafreya’s facial features betrayed nothing but pure strength, determination, and kindness, you couldn’t help but notice the loneliness of a young adult burdened with too much gleaming in the depths of her gaze.

Standing before you wasn’t some mortal goddess, but rather just a girl roughly your age who just wanted to have a friend during these difficult times.

“Well, in that case then,” you stood a little straighter, a new determination flaring in you to make friends with the steadfast soul gripping your hand, “I think we’ll get along just fine, Lu-chan.”

The smile you received in return could have put the sun to shame.

XxxX

“So, let me get this straight,” you rubbed at your throbbing temples, your head bowed over the newly cleaned table, “there’s some sort of prophecy that says the land will fall into darkness and the only way to save the world is if the Chosen one - who is actually your fiance, Noctis, crowned prince of Insomnia - garners the favor of the Six and then uses his power and the crystal to bring the light back?”

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon and the only light in the run down cabin came from the cheery fire crackling in the hearth. It was hours ago when Cor had made his introductions and you and Luna had become fast friends, bound together by ridiculous duties placed upon you by the Gods and the pressure of having fate balance on your shoulders.

Cor did not participate in the conversation, rather choosing to stand vigilantly by the door, his arms folded across a broad chest and katana sitting lax in his right hand.

“In a nutshell… Yes.” The blonde across from you nodded and began pouring out some tea from a thermos.

“Okay… Sooooooo, I assume that I’m supposed to help restore the light somehow after it disappears then.”

Frowning, you gratefully accepted your cup and took a sip of the scalding hot liquid, letting the warmth soothe your throat as heat traveled down your neck and into your belly.

“Technically… That is correct. But how you do that, I am not quite sure.”

Lunafreya sat quietly with her porcelain hands wrapped around her own mug as she stared into the rippling surface of her beverage. Her normally confident aura now dampened with insecurity and ambiguity, it was a stark difference to the confident girl you had met mere hours ago.

“Hey,” you said, interrupting the sombre mood that had fallen over the conversation. You reached out and cupped her hands in your own warm ones, throwing her a warm smile. “We’ll figure it out together. And even if we don’t, we’ll flounder our way through until the Fulgurian gets so fed up with us and decides to singe our butts.” You winked conspiringly and ignored the incredulous stare Cor was throwing you from his 'cool guy’ stance at the door.

Gods, even the peals of laughter spilling from Lunafreya sounded like the tinkling of the purest bells.

“You’re right, Y/N. We’ll figure it out the best way we know how.” The Oracle nodded as her giggling slowly died out, leaving a rosy flush on her porcelain cheeks. “For now though, what say we go curry the favor of a certain lightning god?”

XxxX

To say you and Luna had become fast friends would have been an understatement of the highest level. At some point, you were certain that Cor had begun feeling somewhat like a father chaperone who had to constantly remind you two that this was 'a serious mission’ and you had 'no time to fool around’, but the softening of his usual steel blue gaze as he chided you and Luna time and time again betrayed the fondness and relief that the Oracle had finally found a friend with whom she could be herself.

Waving your hands around animatedly, you plowed through the almost unladylike snorting of your new friend, completely engrossed in telling your story.

“Yeah! It was unbelievable! And so there he was, dressed up in this baggy, ridiculous purple monstrosity, and a freaking blonde wig to boot- and Don Corneo ends up picking him! I mean, can you believe it? The male cross dresser beating out the two actual females???”

By now, Luna had tears of mirth rolling down her cheeks and was clutching at her stomach gasping for air.

“I’m telling you, Lu-chan. It’s not fair how some men can look even more beautiful dressed up in woman’s clothing than some woman can themselves!”

“I think,” Luna giggled, “you’d have to have some really outstanding features. In my opinion, it’s the eyes that really seal the deal.”

“Eyes, huh? I think I’d probably have to agree with you there…” You trailed off dramatically and wiggled your eyebrows suggestively in Cor��s direction, successfully setting Luna off into another fit of laughter, only this time with you joining her.

Up ahead of you, Cor continued trudging onwards through the thicket, intent on completely blocking out any potentially mentally scarring dialogue you chose to share with the Oracle.

He very nearly let out a sigh of relief when your little group neared a large blackened tree hidden within the confines of large, imposing walls of jagged rock.

“Lunafreya-sama… Is this the location you were looking for?” Cor inquired, surveying the area for any signs of enemies or potential lurkers. Once satisfied with his quick sweep, he allowed himself to fall into a more relaxed stance and waited for a response to his question.

Stepping forward, Luna summoned her trident and slowly made her way towards the tree. “I think so. I can feel the presence of Ramuh greatest here.” Placing a pale hand against the scorched bark, the stark contrast between the blackened trunk and Luna’s pale skin only served to remind you of the disparity between you mortals and the God you were about to entreaty.

“I suppose this is now or never. Did you need me to help you with anything, Lu-chan?” You asked honestly, more than willing to lend a hand to your friend. You were no stranger to calling upon the Six - in dire pinches, you had summoned them before and borrowed their power (after all, you were doing their bidding so it was only fair you could borrow a little oomph here and there), but from the way Luna and Cor had spoken about them, you got the feeling that the Gods did not play as large a part in this world as they did others; most likely preferring to stay out of the squabbles of mortals and only taking action when the world was being threatened.

Smiling reassuringly at you, Luna shook her head, her blonde bangs swaying from side to side, briefly obscuring her slightly nervous gaze.

“I think I’ll be okay. I have to do this myself; it is my duty as the Oracle to support the Chosen King, after all.” White knuckles curled tightly around the staff of the trident in an effort to hide the apprehension of the task at hand.

Giving Luna an encouraging nod, you and Cor slowly backed up as far as you could while also being near enough to jump in if anything went wrong.

“She will be fine,” your eyes turned to the Marshall standing next to you, his large hand gripping your shoulder comfortingly. “She has been preparing for this her entire life. No one can walk this path but her, and the only thing we can do is follow behind and push her to persevere and fulfill the role she was born to do.”

Turning your gaze back to the task at hand, you watched as Luna knelt at the base of the tree, her hands knotted together in prayer around her trident which had begun to glow and bathe the enclosure in a soft white light.

“Oh mighty Astrals above, I ask that you answer my calls and grant me audience with Ramuh.”

You should have anticipated the earth shattering bolt of lightning that struck the already blackened tree in response to the Oracle’s summons, but you felt your body jump a little anyways. Had it not been for Cor’s steady hand on your right shoulder, you probably would have unconsciously summoned your weapon on instinct.

“God of thunder and lightning, I beseech you enter into this covenant that the king might reclaim the stone and restore light to Eos!”

Despite the howling winds that had begun to buffet the region, Luna’s voice rang out clear and powerful, the determination behind her words stronger than the toughest steel and cutting cleaner than the sharpest blade.

The menacing clouds that had gathered in the sky swirled ominously above you as rain began pelting the ground. Shielding your face from the stray debris caught up in the gusts, you blinked rapidly to clear your vision of the water trickling down from your now soaking hair.

“Who summons me?”

Oh boy. You had heard that voice before. Turning your gaze heavenward, you felt your heart rate speed up drastically as the once fluffy pockets of moisture floating in the sky began twisting and shaping into a very familiar, tell tale beard.

“It is I, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, Oracle to the land of Eos and the Chosen King Noctis Lucis Caelum.”

Standing tall and meeting the gaze of the Fulgurian unflinchingly, Luna’s features settled themselves into a look of determination and confidence reminiscent of the impression you had of her when you were first introduced.

“You would seek to garner my aid for a King who has yet to prove his worth?”

Well, that certainly caught Luna off guard. From what she told you, Titan hadn’t really put up much of a fight, instead agreeing rather quickly to her pleas and saying that he would grant his blessing as long as Noctis could make it to him; she hadn’t really expected any of the Gods to question her prayer.

“Noctis is the Chosen One! I believe it with all my heart - he will fulfill the prophecy and walk down his predestined path!”

“Then you are yet naive, young Oracle. You ask that of a boy who has not yet come into a man. How can you promise a choice that is not yours to make?”

Cor shifted closer to you as the air began charging with electricity with the rising tension. You could feel the pin pricks of current dancing along your skin, lighting your nerves up and feeding the ball of anxiety growing in your gut.

Briefly, your eyes met determined yet frustrated blue orbs and your mind stuttered before grinding to a complete halt.

Suddenly, you were no longer standing in that small enclosure in the midst of a raging thunderstorm. Instead, you felt as though you were floating, your corporeal body non existent as your consciousness drifted in a place above the mortal world.

Looking down, you saw a small orange glow begin to grow larger and larger, until you realized that in actuality, you were falling with nothing to halt your descent.

Just as you were about to land face first into what you now recognized as a lively firepit, you ground to a halt and froze, the flames just licking the soles of your combat boots.

The low rumble of laughter and casual banter was what eventually roused your attention from the ground below you.

Looking around, you saw that you were in the middle of a camp ground. Four chairs circled the firepit and a decently large tent sat off to the side along with a small portable kitchen set.

What arrested your attention though, was the four men and one woman who populated the cozy scene.

Right off the bat, you recognized your own features on the woman who was curled up at the base of one of the chairs. You - well, imaginary you - were laughing merrily at the antics of a cute freckled blonde snapping away with a camera while a raven haired boy about the same age lay sprawled on the ground, after seemingly have taken a tumble. Beside you sat a large, hulking behemoth of a man with a striking eagle tattoo spanning across his broad, muscular back and arms.

Gladio. Your mind whispered, matching the description you had heard from Cor and Luna to the man lazing before you.

Then that must mean…

The blonde. Prompto.

The male on the floor. Noctis.

And the man sitting above you in the chair you were leaning against…

Tawny hair spiked up in front and sea foam eyes that could pierce with the simplest of gazes. You couldn’t help but notice how utterly handsome Ignis Scientia, advisor to the crown, was sitting with his right leg casually thrown over his left, an empty can labelled 'Ebony’ dangling loosely in his right hand.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when imaginary you, Ignis, and Gladio burst out into laughter once again when Prompto snapped a particularly embarassing photo of Noctis.

The unadulterated warmth and pure happiness that emanated from the scene was overwhelming. You felt something inside your chest twist achingly as your eyes began to burn with unshed tears.

Gods, you were going to love these boys so damn much.

You hadn’t even met Prince Noctis and his entourage yet, but you knew without a doubt from the expression on imaginary you, that the bonds you would form with them would be nigh unbreakable, yourself entirely willing to sacrifice anything to see them smile.

The full heart and giddy lightness in your chest were emotions that did not belong to you. Happiness, contentment, peace, unfaltering love… these were all emotions that you hadn’t felt for a long time, but were resonating so strongly from your other self that you couldn’t help the wistful longing that crept into your soul. It had been so long since you felt those kinds of emotions…. With your nomadic lifestyle, it was difficult to form deep emotional attachments to people; at best, you could become friends with them before your fate ripped you from that world and tossed you into a completely new one. But this… This scene before you… Six above, you wanted it.

“This is what you could have… But are you ready to pay the price?”

“Who’s there?” Your long hair whipped at your neck as you looked wildly around, trying to locate the source of the voice.

“You know who I am, little one.”

The image before you halted as if someone had pressed pause on a remote. Slowly, frost began to gather at the base of the camping chairs and creep up the legs, coiling around like a snake searching for its victim. The air suddenly dropping several degrees, you could see your breath coming out in small puffs of fog as your body started to shiver involuntarily.

“Shiva…”

“I ask you once more: are you prepared to protect this future? Or will you let this thread slip through your fingertips and allow fate to go unhindered?”

By now, everything and everyone around the fire was coated in a thin layer of frost, as if frozen for eternity in the confines of a snow globe. Their cold, lifeless eyes stared blankly at each other mid conversation and the hollowness made your stomach churn and chest constrict.

You had to protect these boys.

Making your decision, you squared your shoulders and proclaimed in a steady voice, “Whatever needs to be done… I will pay the price.” Come hell or high water.

“So it shall be. Go, Y/N, and seek out his majesty and deliver him to Altissia where you will meet the Hydraean. However, be forewarned that though you have chosen to weave your thread with fate, when the time comes, you will only be able to save one.”

“One?? One what? One thread? One person? What-”

“You ask questions whose answers have yet to be decided. Go ack now to the Oracle and offer your guidance to the Chosen King.”

A chilly gust of wind blew through the scene before you, dispersing the images in a mist as if it had never existed to begin with.

Then you were falling again without warning, except this time you could feel your consciousness quickly fading as your body plummeted.

Right as your awareness was about to blink out, you felt the wind rushing past you carry the quietest of whispers.

“I pray that you succeed, little one. Please protect Lunafreya and the future of all.”

XxxX

Suddenly, you were back in the clearing with Luna and Cor, the rain still pelting your skin furiously and with every passing second, increasing your likeness to that of a drowned chocobo.

“Have you no answer for me?”

The howling of the wind screamed furiously around you as the storm swelled in intensity. Luna leaned heavily on her trident, her back hunched and her hair, long since blown free from her usual braided hairstyle, whipping around her like an angry halo.

“He will fulfill his duties and walk his path without hesitation. I believe in him. I believe in the King that will be Noctis Lucis Caelum!”

“Once again, you give empty promises.”

“Then I will go!” Both your companions whipped their heads towards you with a startled expression.

Fighting the fierce gusts, you urged your body forward and stood tall, facing the Fulgurian in all his glory. Ignoring Luna’s wide eyed expression, you reminded yourself that you were brought into this world for a reason.

Ancient eyes fell to your insignificant figure before narrowing in recognition.

“And what can you do, little one? You, whom have traveled worlds and toy with destiny; what can you promise?”

Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you were relieved when your voice came out unwavering.

“I will accompany Noctis Lucis Caelum and ensure that he chooses his path correctly! After all, it was you and your brothers and sisters who gifted me the powers to weave the threads of fate new again. I will fulfill my duty just as the Oracle will continue beseeching the Astrals to guarantee the restoration of light after the darkness.”

At your proclamation, the eerie silence that filled the area in the sudden absence of wind almost seemed to make your ears buzz. The only sounds were the now soft pitter patter of rain droplets hitting the soft saturated earth and the greenery that grew from it.

It felt like an eternity had passed before a giant weathered hand reached down from the sky and lightly touched the blackened tree, splitting it in two with a burst of lighting magic that had you stepping back from the recoil. When you opened your eyes again, you were surprised to see a small ivory tree sprouting right where the crack on the now absent split oak would have been.

“Very well, I shall grant the King my aid. If he is indeed the Chosen, his worth shall be judged once he lays his hand upon this sacred tree.”

Fading with the trickling of rain drops, the looming figure of the Astral slowly disappeared once more into the overcast sky, eventually giving way to stray rays of sunlight that coaxed the wildlife back into a symphony of life.

It took a couple of ragged breaths before your mind caught up with the severity of your words and you collapsed to your knees.

Oh god, oh god. Why did you say that? How could you make a promise when you literally had no idea what the fuck you were doing? Jesus fuc-

“Thank you.” The scent of sylleblossoms enveloped you; strong warm arms clasping you in a tight embrace starkly contrasting the cold droplets of water dripping down your neck from Luna’s hair.

“Thank you… for believing in Noctis-sama… and me.”

Pulling back slightly, you met Luna’s soft gaze with your own panicked eyes. Already, you could feel the flushing warmth of magic flowing through your system; belatedly, a part of your mind registered that Luna was performing a calming spell on you, whether for your benefit or for her distraction, you couldn’t tell.

“I… you’re welcome.” You finished lamely, hands dropping uselessly to your sides.

“You did well,” you jumped at the sound of Cor’s voice as he stepped up from behind you. You had almost forgotten that the Marshall was still there. “It takes a lot of courage to step up and take on burdens that were never yours to begin with. You have my gratitude as well. Whatever you need, I will do my best to provide as thanks for lending your strength to my king.” He ruffled your air affectionately before retreating back.

“Me too,” Luna chimed as you turned to her once again, “I know now that my resolve isn’t enough to convince the Astrals, so I will be better prepared for when I face Leviathan. You won’t always be here to save the day for me so I need to learn to stand on my own.”

You caught Luna’s hands in your own, concentrating your gaze on the ground and desperately trying to keep your tears at bay. You were terrified of the future. You had no idea where you were going to go, or what you were going to do; but you knew that you would be parting with the first friends that you had made in this unfamiliar world. 

However, just knowing that they believed in you and were drawing from your courage to walk their own paths made your chest swell with pride and determination.

You were going to do this, whether you knew how to or not.

Gathering your resolve, you ignored your trembling hands and flashed your companions the biggest megawatt smile you could muster.

“Well then, I don’t suppose you guys could start by helping me get a working cell phone?”

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Urk. I dislike the ending to this chapter. I’ll come back eventually and edit it. For now though, I just wanted to get this out.

Previous Chapter

[bolontiku]

*not my images*

Steve x Bucky x Reader

“Once Upon a Time”

Part 5

Summary: Its been years since you saw them in person. You three grew up together…what would they say if they saw you now?

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Bucky followed Steve, his mind on you. Wondering if he could reach you somehow. He ran into the tall blond as Steve came to a stop, Fury and Tony already in the room conversing.

Bucky looked up as Steve patted his shoulder. “T'Challa is already here, he is already in the room with her. Bucky-” he caught his friends arm, “wait. Lets see what he says.”

It was another hour before T'Challa came in. His lip split chuckling. In that hour they had learned that your father had tried to do right by you, had died never knowing of your fate his family wealth stolen to keep you in ‘Cryosleep’.

“Bastard was always an idiot,“ Bucky ground out gripping the chair he leaned on, Fury perked an eyebrow as the metal bent beneath his fingers and Bucky pulled away crossing his arms across his chest.

They all turned to look at T'Challa. “Mr. Barnes,” he greeted quickly stepping forwards. Bucky caught the other mans forearm in his, both men silently giving the other due respect. T'Challa cleared his throat, “So I have been informed that this young lady is ‘your girl’?”

Bucky looked over at Fury and Tony who both shrugged their shoulders, “Shes a childhood friend, grew up with me and Steve. Can you help her? Like you did with me?” he asked brows knitting together. 

T’Challah sighed as all eyes turned on him, “This is more deep rooted than it was with you. They had her since she was fifteen I would say. Although she was born around the same time, I would put her at the age of twenty four now. Though most of her time has been scattered over the years as was done with you. Though they have kept her awake more recently, as if they found a way to control her with more ease.”

Bucky staggered, Ten years. You had been under their control for ten years, suffering. God only knew what they had done to you. He had been in and out over the years, and now he learned they had been keeping you in cryosleep until they needed you as he had been. 

He looked up to see T’Challah who had reached out to grip his shoulder, Steve’s hand an after thought on his back, both men steadying him. “My friend, it is as you fear. She has been through much, but my wife will arrive within the day with an old friend of hers. They went to school together and she is very talented from what i hear.” the prince assured him, “I believe your friend Wanda would be of help as well if she is willing?”

Bucky nodded not really hearing anymore, his ears filled with a roaring.

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He leaned back on the grass, you were right next to him, Steve sitting opposite. All three of you staring up at the stars. Your nurses had fussed, but you had talked them into letting your friends come on the grounds if only allowed on the grass. They had spread a linen out on the grass for you, your nurse winking knowing full well how good they had been for you.

You startled, feeling Buckys fingers intertwine with yours, slow and soft as to not give it away. A small smile crossing your lips. He had just finished telling you how he had to save Steve from yet another fight. Steve protesting that he had it, you had laughed till your sides hurt. 

Steve stood awkwardly asking if he could use the bathroom, your nurse nodding and leading him away. 

“Y/N?” you hummed in response, not wanting to ruin the silent moment. “W-what do you think of me?”

Your breath hitched, “what do you mean?”

“Do you think of me?”

“Of course I do!” you exclaimed sitting up, Buck sitting up as well, his hand moving up to cup your cheek gently and everything shifted between you two. Suddenly it meant something different. Suddenly he was too close. Suddenly….

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You looked up as the door opened, Bucky slowly entering. He hated looking into your eyes and seeing nothing there. You couldnt….he couldnt have lost you, not again. He refused to believe you didnt remember him. he stalked forwards, his entire demeanor causing you to drag the chair you were strapped down to as you pushed it away from him.

Fear.

He saw it in your eyes as you stared up at him, expression cold, unreadable. But it was there, you were afraid of him. “You know me,” he growled voice low and lethal daring you to say the wrong thing.

“You are the Winter Soldier, what we all were meant to be. The Perfect Specimen. The Perfect Model. What we should aspire to be.” Yes, you had heard tell of the Winter Soldier, but had never known it was him. Your eyes slowly looking over his metal arm, before you looked away.

It wasnt lost on Bucky how familiar this scene was, he had once been in your position. And that gave him hope, he had fought to remember, hadn’t understood who Steve was, but he had remembered. “Your lying,” he growled stepping towards you his hands gripping the arms of the chair, “I know you, I’ve seen your face in my dreams, over and over, I thought I lost you and now…Now you are not going to give up on me. You will fight this Y/N!”

You laughed coldly, “What are you going to do about it Soldat?” 

Bucky flinched at the last word, reflexively slamming his fist into the wall beside your head, the wall crumbling from the force.

You couldn’t let him think their was any chance of saving you. There was none. There was no hope. You had been lost so long ago.

Still you felt your stomach tumble over itself as he gripped your chin in his metal hand and his lips crashed into yours. You tried to jerk away, but there was no where for you to go the chair completely against the wall. His other hand slid along your waist slowly moving up right under your breast, not touching or cupping just resting…right out of reach. You let out a little gasp and he used it to his advantage, his tongue sweeping over your bottom lip, his tongue demanding to taste you. You whimpered as he kissed you till neither of you couldnt breathe, his forehead against yours as he pulled away, his chest heaving as he panted against your lips. Frazzled you could only stare up at him y/e/c wide and unfocused.

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